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tolerate it

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

previous part linked here

song: (is obviously) tolerate it by taylor swift. minor you are in love by taylor swift mention.

You can’t help but stare at Jean and Mikasa the following morning. The honey sweet smiles, the fact that they share a cup of coffee instead of getting their own – just to end up drinking two cups anyways – and the warm kisses on each other's cheeks.

They’re in love.

The slip of paper sits heavy in your pocket, a metallic taste in your mouth from the blood you drew from biting down on your cheek. The ring on her finger glimmers in the light.

Colt’s at your side, a soft hand on your shoulder, as he nearly breaks you out of your trance.

“Hey. You good?” he asks.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Why’d you ask?” you mumble.

You drive your fork straight into the french toast as a distraction, but too hard that it squeaks against the ceramic of the plate and makes them all flinch in response. Jean and Mikasa turn their heads to you, and you shoot them all an apologetic smile before everyone turns back to their own conversations. And Jean distractedly tucks a stray hair behind Mikasa’s ear, before lacing his fingers with hers.

“Y/N. You’re sure? You’re kind of….”

“Kind of what?”

Colt sighs, the corners of his mouth twitching before he speaks.

“You just kind of had that blank stare in your eyes. Just wanted to know if you wanted to talk about anything.”

You pause, putting your hand on his shoulder this time. The guilt sits heavy in your stomach – the never ending worry you’ve seemed to sow in both of your brothers was almost embarrassing.

“It’s not that, Colt. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just…it’s just about Jean and Mikasa. But…but if I needed you, I would tell you. And-and I know that sometimes I kind of scared you but I-”

Colt breaks a smile, bringing his hands up to squish your cheeks hard, before he starts aggressively rattling your head.

That’s the thing about him. He’d never let you feel bad about it. About him taking care of you – because according to him, it was always his job. You hate that you rely on it so much.

“Only thing scary about you is your bedhead. Or your attitude. Or that god awful-” Colt states.

“Okay, Jesus. You’re laying it on a little thick there.” you respond, trailing your voice.

“I’m glad you’re okay. And that your…your…Eren stuff is mostly resolved?”

You smile. Colt and Levi have one thing in common – that they’ll always be a little bit disapproving of your relationship with Eren (whatever that is) just on principle.

“Kind of.”

Colt squints.

“Well, he actually showed me the documentary after you came back from Seattle. He kind of…told me all that stuff when I asked a while back and it didn’t necessarily make sense. But watching the video, I…kind of feel bad for the guy.” Colt murmurs.

“Me too.” you respond.

The two of you look over at him, at the quiet conversation that he and Armin are having, soft smiles on both of their faces. And then watch those turn into devious grins as Armin digs his fingers into his glass for an ice cube – and then consequently watch Eren slip the ice down Reiner’s shirt.

“You still like him? He just shoved an ice cube down someone's shirt and thought it was funny.” Colt asks.

You frown.

“It is funny. And I’m kind of…putting that on the back burner.”

“Why?”

“I feel like I need everything else to be finished, the book needs to be shut before we….do anything again. I want to say my piece – have the documentary out, do my stupid triple threat performance – before I can even consider anything with him. If…”

Your throat is heavy.

“If I want anything with him again, I’ll have to do it right. I-I have to move carefully with everything from here because…a lot is riding on this. And if I’m not a hundred percent sure yet, I don’t want to push. He deserves better than that.”

Colt smiles, a rare kiss pressed to the top of your head before he stands up. You shoot him a grateful smile before turning back to Jean and Mikasa, watching her balance both of their plates before she leaves to put them in the sink.

“Jean?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you filming today?” you ask.

“Nope. What’s up?”

You pull the piece of paper out and hold it out to him. He reads it over, quickly recognizing it’s his, before he closes it in his fist. The look he gives you is soft, a quiet glance to Mikasa before he looks back at you.

“I’m all yours for today, princess.” he responds.

When everyone leaves for set, you and Jean find yourselves lying flat on the carpet in your room, quietly staring at the popcorn ceiling. His hands are up, holding the little slip of paper above both of your faces, an empty page open at your side, and you’re both uncharacteristically quiet.

It’s almost strange. Trying to broach something so…sensitive with Jean.

Because it’s not that you aren’t friends, but you were never friends like this. It’s like you two knew where loyalties lied. That Jean was Eren’s best friend, that you were Mikasa’s – and if it came to it, you would side with your person. That you had expectations for each other, that you held each other to a higher standard because of it.

To be careful with the person you trusted them with. That Jean could never hurt Mikasa. That you couldn’t do the same to Eren.

You didn’t hold up to your end of the deal.

“Mikasa’s going to ask you to be her maid of honor again soon.” Jean murmurs, voice so quiet you barely hear it.

You give him a quiet nod.

“We’ve got a whole scheme going. Trying to make Amy quit on her own accord so it isn't family drama. It’s fun to kind of mess with her. And the second she’s gone, Mikasa’s going to ask you to do it again.”

You can’t muster a response. You can’t even think about being Mikasa’s maid of honor.

Because why are Jean and Mikasa getting married if Mikasa doesn’t love him half as much as he loves her? If he thinks that she doesn’t?

“I do hope for my future wife’s sake that your silence means you’re going to say yes. Would hate to see you ruin our wedding.” Jean states, a joking tone in his voice.

You crack.

“I’ll say yes. I’m not crazy.” you state .

Jean smiles.

“You could have fooled me.”

You elbow him hard in the side, as you watch the fan spin around.

“You’re a dick.” you state.

“You’re going to have to get me a gift you know? I’d watch your mouth if I were you.”

“Why would I buy you a gift at my best friend's wedding?” you ask.

“Mika’s idea. We’re sharing our lives together. Including, sharing friends. So instead of you guys getting us gifts, Eren’s going to get something for Mikasa and you’re going to get something for me.” Jean states.

“We’ve always been friends. You guys were always there for me.” you state.

“I know that. But, my friendship with you was exclusive to the fact that you were my my girlfriend's best friend. We aren’t really close and I think we both know that. And Eren and Mikasa are close now, have been for some time, and…and you and I can be too. We’ve got something that brings us together.”

You sit up, leaning against the back of the bed, as you dig your feet into the carpet. It makes sense. Jean was always there at your side, and you always felt close with him, but it was almost like you knew that you could never go further than that.

He was Eren’s friend. So in that type of way, he couldn’t be yours.

“What’s that?”

“Eren. No one we love more than him, right?”

You smile.

“You love Eren more than your future wife?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up. You know what I meant. And we love Mikasa that way too.”

“Not sure I did…I fear I’ll have to tell her, just on a best friend principle type of thing.”

Jean shoves you, elbow straight to the side that makes you laugh.

“Weirdly enough, Eren and Mikasa started getting along when they talked about me. And they always talk about how nice it is, to talk about me with each other because they get it or whatever.”

You scrunch your nose.

“They’re so weird.”

“Tell me about it. The first time they hung out without me I was almost offended. Like what the fuck did you even talk about? And they were like you, Jean. Like I was supposed to be flattered or something.”

You laugh.

“Oh, god.”

“Thought it was dumb. Then…then Mikasa and I started having our problems. And them being friends…it did a lot for us. Eren talked to her when she didn’t have anyone to talk to about that type of thing, someone who understood what I was like…what it was like to be close with me…sometimes I think it saved our relationship.”

You pause, taking the little slip from his fingers, before you read it again.

you love someone with your entire being and all they do is tolerate it

“Jean. What happened?” you whisper.

Jean smiles, as you lean your head on his shoulder and loop your hand through his arm. He welcomes the touch, slouching back as you both swing your legs out in front of you.

“You only fall in love with three people in your lifetime. I just happened to do it all with the same person.” Jean murmurs.

You’ve heard this before. A dumb thing you’ve heard parroted around - the puppy love, the one that hurts you, and the one that’s just right.

“The first one is the one that looks right. It’s…it’s idealistic. You’re fifteen – you’re on the set, confined into this little bubble, and you think that you’re the first person to figure love out and other people are stupid for not getting it right.. That no one has ever felt the way you have, that you’re the first people to ever love and you’ll be the last ones too. That’s how Mikasa and I were at the beginning. We liked how we made each other feel more than we really liked each other.” Jean states.

“Isn’t that what love…kind of is? Someone who brings out the best in you? Pushes you to do things that make you nervous, support you behind your back?”

Like sending a demo of your first song to the Institute so that you could perform it. Like climbing onto the stage and playing the piano when your original pianist couldn’t. Like writing to the Institute behind your back just to make sure your dream would come true – being so firmly resolute in the fact that you were brilliant that he’d write hopeless letters just to convince them.

Eren.

“I liked Mikasa, from the start. I wanted her so badly that…that when we started dating, I was more happy by the fact that I was dating her. That I got to say that. Not that we were…actually together. And Mikasa, she liked the fact that I would fawn over her. That I basically worshiped the ground she walked on. And I’m not…putting words in her mouth. She’d tell you the same thing.”

“Okay. Keep going.” you nudge.

“The second love is the hard one. That teaches you a lesson about what love really is. And it all boiled down to a simple fact. That Mikasa and I loved each other in different ways.”

“You don’t love her more than she loves you, Jean. She-she adores you.” you murmur.

Jean smiles, glassy tears wavering in your eyes.

“Don’t cry. We are still getting married, you know? And we’re pretty over the fucking moon about it.”

“Then why would you give me that?”

“It was Mikasa’s idea. She wanted you to write that song with me. This is what we did with Eren when we were writing songs with him. Gave him things to think about. Maybe thinking about other people will give you more insight on yourself. Help you piece things together, because you rarely have experiences that are unique to you. And it's a nice bonus to have friends who basically write the soundtrack to your life.”

You sniffle, glaring at him through your watery eyes.

“Of course you made this about Eren.”

“Do you blame me? He wrote a really good song about us. Figured you could do the same.” he asks.

You sigh, barely pushing the air through that heavy block in your chest.

“What did he call it?”

“You Are In Love.” he states.

You hum in response as Jean gives you a smile, before leaning his head against yours.

“Mikasa and I loved each other in different ways. She could be trying her absolute hardest, doing everything she could, and it would never work for me.” Jean states.

“What do you mean?”

“The problems from before bled in. We were too comfortable in what we had, that we wouldn’t leave each other, that it became too easy. That she could pull away and I’d still be there. And part of the problem is me – that Mikasa did no wrong in my mind. I was…enamored by her. Almost like I was lucky to even be dating her, that..that she’d leave if I did something wrong.”

You frown.

“I’d walk into the room and we wouldn’t have seen each other in weeks. She couldn’t even be bothered to look at me. I…I never got to see her because of work so I’d fly out to her. Just for her to be dead asleep. And it would make me happy, that I sacrificed my entire sleep schedule just to watch her breathe with her eyes closed. That it was enough for me.”

You can’t help but think of Eren’s birthday – that you were tired from touring and that you had slept through the entire thing. That he wouldn’t even wake you up, that he’d never break what you wanted for what he needed.

“Jean.”

“I’d go all out for her birthday. Throw her a surprise party, have Vanity Fair film the entire process. And the small things she’d give me – calling me a pet name once in a while, giving me a kiss on the cheek. It’s almost like I was working based on a reward system. That if I was good, if I worked hard enough, she would love me.”

You can feel the tears falling down your eyes, choking back that sound in the back of your throat from coming out.

“I’d buy all this…fancy shit for her. Nice dinner sets, the most…expensive couches and stuff. And sometimes when I did, it…it was almost like she’d find it annoying. I would be doing interviewers gushing about her, just for her to come home and say that it was too much. It’s like I was a nuisance. Like all I did was create problems with her.”

Jean pulls out his wallet, before handing you a picture. It’s a polaroid of the two of them smiling.

“That was the day we got engaged. The second time.”

“What?”

“I broke up with her.”

You pinch your lips into a flat line.

“I was sitting there. Watching her, like I always did. And she still wouldn’t even fucking look at me. And I was thinking so hard…why was she my whole world? My literal fucking sky? She doesn’t even give a fuck about me. So I left.”

“For how long?”

“We didn’t get back together until four months after. But…but it wasn’t a break. Didn’t even last a day actually without seeing each other.” Jean states.

You smile.

“Didn’t last very long there, Jean.”

He rolls his eyes.

“She came back to me, dipshit.”

Jean takes the picture back, a fond smile on his face.

“The third love is the one that you never see coming. It keeps knocking on your door until you're ready to answer. And if you’re Mikasa, you wait three whole months for me to come around. Ready to prove it that you’ll work to do it right. And never let me forget it either.” Jean murmurs.

“Really?”

“That’s right. The time apart gave us time to think. I needed that – but she didn’t. She was at my door almost everyday. Sometimes she would sit out there and just talk – and I’d listen. She was being earnest – that she wanted to love me, that she knows she did wrong. And when I let her in, the conversation we had, it was like I was seeing Mikasa, the person, for the first time. That was the person I loved. I wasn’t looking at her as some like…dream girl and I didn’t think she was some goddess doing me a favor either. She was just Mikasa. I proposed right there and it was better than the first time. Not in the idealistic, fifteen year old way. Not in the nineteen year old, all consuming way. Loving her this time around was weightless. And I knew that it was right.”

You smile.

“It’s not as romantic. That we’ve loved each other since fifteen and we’ve never wavered. But…I’d argue that it’s better. Mikasa and I aren’t childhood sweethearts because we’re soulmates. We’re childhood sweethearts because we fought for each other. There’s no fate, there’s no luck, in fact the quite opposite – the love lies in the fact that we won’t let each other go.”

He takes your hands, tears nearly collecting in his waterline.

“Y/N. Mikasa loves me. I love her. There’s not a day that she doesn’t prove it to me now. There’s not a day that I can’t even spend without her because she’s the love of my life.”

You smile, cupping his cheek with your hand. And you get it - that he’s right. That it’s not romantic, but it almost is. Jean and Mikasa fight hellish odds just to end up together. That fate could try its best and never get to them.

That you and Eren being friends, that being together, is a testament to your love. That he fought his way back to you and you were intent on fighting your way back to him.

“That’s nothing short of what you deserve.” you whisper.

It’s enough to make him cry.

“Thank you.”

Jean smiles. It’s the first time that you notice that Jean’s attractive. That Jean’s someone that you really love. That he’s going to be Mikasa’s husband, that he’s going to be Eren’s best friend, that he’s going to be around forever. That he’s earnest, that he loves hard, that you’re going to stand at his side when he gets married.

And that you’re going to give him his dream wedding if it’s the last thing you do.

“Are you getting the drift of why Mika and I wanted you to write this song?” Jean asks.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Jean.”

“Do you believe it?”

You swallow hard.

“If Eren and I can get back to that, when-when I’ve put everything else to rest, then yes. Yeah, we…we’d be the same. That we fought odds to be together.”

“I’m glad your mind isn’t closed to it. That you’re open to the idea of you and him again. S’always something I’ve appreciated about you.”

You smile.

“We aren’t there yet, Jean.”

“I know. But when it comes to it, I can tell you will be. He’s been my person since I was a kid, but you’re my friend too. I’ve got a personal stake in your relationship now.”

You can’t help but beam at him. And in your newfound friendship, Jean divulges everything that Eren’s hiding from you. And you both agonize over the fact that Eren’s so painfully stupid – that he always hides his great gestures of love, moves in silence behind your backs to love you.

You gather everyone around later that day, with Jean seated at the piano at your side. You shoot him a thumbs up as they all sit criss crossed around the piano, excited smiles on their faces. Falco and Gabi doing their secret handshake, Hange and Levi sharing a chair - it makes you smile.

“Are we ready?” you ask.

They all give you a nod, as Eren and Mikasa sit next to each other, whispering in each other’s ears. Jean did as you promised – warned Mikasa beforehand that it was this song – and she all but gave a golden stamp of approval, contingent on the fact that Eren sat with her while the two of you performed it together. And you give the two of them a nod before you take the little slip in your hands.

“The request is you love someone with your entire being and all they do is tolerate it. And it’s from Jean.” you state.

The group of them all give affirmative hums, before you take a seat next to Jean at the piano.

Eren’s stupid songwriting exercise – it was something that he had planned for you, on purpose. That it meant more for you than for any of them – that all of the requests are intended to be of this nature, something personal for you to work with.

Eren asked them to help you in whatever way they thought you needed.

For Jean, and Mikasa by extension, it was that they thought you needed living proof; that you could weather the storm and still be together. That you could come out stronger because of it.

And it’s also why Jean got mad at Connie in retrospect – and Reiner too apparently – who gave more tame requests. But in their humble defenses, Jean said that they gave those so that you wouldn’t get emotional whiplash.

They thought you needed someone to give you the ease amidst the storm.

You love all of them. Painfully so.

Jean starts with the tiny piano composition he prepared, before you sing the song.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it

If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life Drawing hearts in the byline Always taking up too much space or time You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I Break free and leave us in ruins Took this dagger in me and removed it Gain the weight of you, then lose it

If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

I sit and watch you

Mikasa and Eren are the first ones to crush you and Jean in a hug. And when you lock eyes with Mikasa, you can’t be more than happy to be attending their wedding – in whatever way they’ll have you.

“On a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if Connie gets drunk before the reception?” Eren asks.

He’s shuffling through the itinerary, per Jean’s request, and the mix of an open bar and a Connie tasked with literally nothing to do in the two hour waiting period is a mess waiting to happen.

“You should give him something to do. Something stupid like getting flowers that he can’t mess up.” Eren adds, before stacking all the papers together.

“Knowing Connie, those flowers wouldn’t even make it out of the parking lot.”

Eren looks up to find Armin standing at his door, an awkward smile on his face, as he gives him a little wave. The camera that he gifted him – or left on his desk with a sticky note when he was filming without a word being spoken – is hanging around his neck as he pads into the room.

“Fuck, my bad. I thought you were Jean.”

“I figured as much. We both know that I’m smart enough to not overlook something like that.”

Eren smiles. Armin takes a seat on the bed across from Eren, retreating his legs back into position as he fumbles with the camera in his hands. He can tell that Eren’s on edge – that Eren always feels around him that way – and all he can do is try to muster his best smile.

“Remember the Met Gala where Jean and Mikasa got super drunk?”

“God. Don’t remind me. I’m genuinely concerned that they’re both going to get alcohol poisoning at their bachelor and bachelorette parties.”

“God. I wouldn’t even drink if I were you.” Armin states.

“I’m like a thousand percent sure that Y/N and I will be on sober duty.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. Jean and Mikasa are so insufferable that they’re doing a combined bachelor and bachelorette. But it was my idea. They just get so clingy when they’re drunk that I just decided we should combine the party beforehand instead of trying to coordinate it when everyone’s already too drunk to function.”

Armin smiles.

“Taking your best man duties very seriously. It’s going to be great.” Armin affirms.

“The anxiety helps. I’m already stuck thinking about like every worst case scenario, but now I can create contingency plans for anything bad that happens. Like if Mikasa somehow ends up in Mexico, I know that Southwest will get here the fastest on the day of the wedding.” Eren murmurs.

There’s an awkward silence. Eren said too much. And his chronic case of foot in mouth syndrome, especially when it came to fucking Armin, has him reeling. Eren’s positive that he’ll spend six hours ruminating about it tonight. Eren can see Armin fidgeting with the camera, running his fingers on the notches at the top.

“If the camera’s broken, Y/N was the one who bought it.” Eren states.

Armin laughs, the smile lines appearing around his eyes, and Eren relishes in it.

“It’s not broken.” Armin states.

“Okay, then it was me. She didn’t do anything.” Eren states.

“Noted. It’s a…it’s a nice camera. The old one, the film got stuck sometimes. Strap got kind of worn out after all of these years so it was..it is nice to have a new one. Thank you, Eren.”

Eren smiles, scratching the nape of his neck, as he feels his throat bob.

“Nothing to thank me for. It’s the least I could do.”

It’s quiet. Eren doesn’t know what to talk about. Should he ask about Annie? Or how filming has been? Or maybe he should just shut up before he embarrasses himself for a second time?

“How’s Y/N?” Armin asks.

Eren deflates. Thank god he bit the bullet first.

“Good. We’re good.”

“Are you guys…?”

Eren smiles.

“Everyone seems to be asking that.”

“In the overbearing way?”

“No, not really. You’d think that, but…it seems like a natural question for you guys to ask. She doesn’t seem to mind it either. But, I don’t know. We’re good. I’m glad she’s back. And…and Colt thinks she’s doing good too, so.” Eren states, leaning back against the headboard.

Armin seems to follow suit, the two of them awkwardly eyeing almost everything else in the room but each other. The books on the shelf, the pictures on the wall – literally anything except for that giant elephant in the room that neither of them want to touch.

“Are you going to try and date her again?” Armin asks.

“Not unless she asks me first.”

“Makes sense. Ball is kind of in her court with the documentary and all that.”

Eren’s throat feels dry.

“Oh. Did you watch it?”

Eren had offered it to him the second it was done. Because some people were more easily swayed, more quick to turn to his side when he was finally ready to ask for help – Levi, Hange, and Jean. But other’s needed to be convinced, needed to see it as it was to actually understand it – Mikasa, Historia (before she was in it), and Colt.

Eren knew that Armin would be in the latter. But when he had offered, Armin opted to break the disk in half instead.

Eren figures it was what he deserved.

“Yeah. Y/N. She gave it to me when she got back. Told me that she would never talk to me again if I didn’t watch it.”

Eren laughs.

“She would talk to you. She’s just being dramatic.”

“Well, she spent an entire two years ignoring all of us. So I wouldn’t exactly put it past her.” Armin states.

“That’s very true. But really, I feel like she was kind of using that to her advantage. She wouldn’t do it again.”

“To your advantage. Though I suppose for you two, your wants have always been the same.” Armin adds.

Eren eyes the picture on the wall – of Lana, Connie, Sukuna, him, and Teddy all swamped around Connie’s little cake – as he looks back at Armin.

“I’m sorry for breaking the CD when you gave it to me. I should have watched it the second you offered.” Armin states.

“That’s okay, Armin. I probably would have done the same thing in your position.” Eren states.

“No, you wouldn’t have. You…you were always better than me, than all of us, in that sense. Always really quick to forgive. I know it’s…it’s because you expected little from people after what happened with Zeke, but…we should have given it to you. Should have done more.”

Eren fights the urge to scoff. The premise of the statement is ridiculous to him. Those type of rules don't apply to him. And as perceptive as Armin is, he knows that’s exactly what Eren is thinking.

“We’re serious. There’s…there’s a lot of people you didn't have to forgive. And…and some of us didn’t even ask and you did it anyway.”

“I know your intentions. I broke your fucking camera, you had every right to do-”

Armin’s almost exasperated.

“You know how you were quick to forgive Y/N, for not talking to any of us when all of that stuff happened with her music and all that?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you do that?” Armin asks.

“Well, she had a lot going on. I’m just thankful that she came back to us eventually. And…and it’s already hard to hold anything against her, she…she always does the right thing. But that specifically. I can’t hold it against her if other things are going on.” Eren states.

Armin nods.

“That’s what I mean. You’ve always thought about everything like that. Given grace where it deserved. I’ve never had a shred of that in me. You…you did what you did and I didn’t even think twice about what it had meant. I mean hell, even Y/N had a little bit of an inkling that something else had to have happened. I just fully believed it. And even when you tried to tell me, I still didn’t consider that you could have been going through something else. Not until she came to me and advocated on your behalf.”

Eren smiles, putting a hand on Armin’s shoulder. He makes a mental note to thank you later. You prove time and time again that you’re far too good for him.

“That’s not your fault for believing it. I’m just a really good actor.” Eren teases.

Armin rolls his eyes, shoving him lightly to the side.

“Oh, fuck off. I’m fighting the urge to strangle you right now. And how’d you even come up with that bullshit anyways.?” Armin asks, referring to what Eren had said to you back in Seattle.

Eren grins.

“You have to promise you won’t tell Y/N.”

“What? You haven’t told her?”

“No, no. She knows everything but I refuse to tell her this part because she’s going to gouge my eyes out.”

Armin tilts his head to the side, confused.

“Do you remember when we were at the birthday dinner and Vinh kept asking her if she was dating Sukuna? Going on about how you can’t fake chemistry like that?” Eren asks.

Armin’s perceptive.

“Holy shit. You got the idea from her.”

Eren nods.

“That’s right. Her whole ‘I’m an actor, this is part of my job’ defense was like the first thing that came to mind when I knew I had to send her away. And that’s just what came out of me at that moment.”

“Good move on your part. I wouldn’t tell her that either.”

Eren rolls his eyes.

“It’ll be short lived. I’m sure Sukuna will tell her the first chance he gets.” Eren adds.

The two of them marinate in the silence, the weight of the conversation sitting with them. It seems pretty lackluster to an outsider – that if you were there you would have forced them to hug it out – but they were hardly the type to communicate with their words in the first place, the meaning was all the same.

They had made up.

“You have to give credit to Y/N. Your girl is trying to ride as hard for you as you did for her.”

Eren frowns.

“What do you mean? Because she got you to watch it?”

“Yeah. That. but also the award show thing? I’d be scared shitless if I was Scott Clarkson. Whenever she talks about it, it kind of freaks me the fuck out how much she doesn’t seem to care about what people think. Though in hindsight, that was always kind of her thing.”

“What awards show thing?” Eren asks.

Armin pales.

“She didn’t tell you?” Armin asks.

“No.”

Armin shakes his head.

“All in good time.”

Armin pushes off the bed, giving him a quick look over the shoulder, before consequently flashing the light of the camera in his face. Eren sees the polaroid front and center – his eyes pinched shut in shock – on the wall the following morning. And the caption makes him smile.

eren jaeger redemption arc. circa 2024.

“Have something for you two.” Levi states, slamming a manila envelope right in between you and Eren – startling you both from what you were doing.

Eren was playing a very aggressive game of Cup Pong with Lana on iMessage, claiming that the two of them have been playing for the past three years, nonstop. And you were busy finishing up Gabi’s request that you had pulled out of the little bowl this morning, so excited to play it for them tonight.

write about the bestest of friendships!!!! like so good that you can’t even stay away from each other bc of how fun it is to be together.

Recruiting Falco to sing one of the verses with you later – because you were almost positive that this request was about him – felt like cheating, but your humble gamemaster Eren approved it.

“Jesus, Levi. What the fuck do you have against the postman? He make a comment about how short you are or something?” you ask, flipping over the little envelope in your hands.

“Look at the sender.” Levi seethes.

You look over at Eren, as the two of you catch sight of the little name of the corner, almost positive that your eye was twitching now.

Scott Clarkson, Stone Studios, 15th Street, New York City

It’s addressed to both you and Eren.

“What the fuck?” you seethe.

Eren takes the envelope from your hands, nimble fingers sliding open the little seal, and a magazine falls out. Eren takes it into his hands, nearly groaning, before picking up his phone and shooting a quick text.

It’s a picture of Scott Clarkson – sitting on a literal throne with a crown on his head – with Lana and Eren leaning on the little handles at the side.

Scott Clarkson: King of an Industry – How This Businessman Jump Started the Careers of the Institute’s Frontrunners

You look at Eren at your side, quickly clocking that it’s Lana and Sukuna that he’s texting.

“You’re kidding.” you state.

“It was stupid. We refused to let him run it at the time. I’m guessing he got wind of what’s happening this weekend and wanted to get ahead of the curve.”

It was simple. Eren’s documentary was going to come out on Friday. Hyla just happened to have a song featuring Ricky James releasing on Saturday. And almost too perfect, the sixth episode of Attack on Titan – your first of the season – was going to release on Sunday.

And with Levi’s approval, you and Eren were going to attend the Institute Awards pre-show and the event itself next week to put an end to them for good.

“How could he have known?” you ask.

“He has eyes and ears everywhere. They’re preparing to distribute the film – I’m sure he must have seen it shuffled around in the paperwork somewhere.” Eren states, shrugging.

You turn to Levi, staring into his steely gray eyes. You eye the magazine, now lying flat on the table, before looking back up at him – knowing for a fact he understands. That he has the same thought as you.

“Do you think that we could do it in time?” you ask.

Levi looks at the picture, corners of his mouth twitching, before he turns back to you.

“I’m positive he knows a guy. We’ll make it work.” Levi states.

You give Levi a smile, looking back at the magazine. It’s a comforting press to the shoulder, accompanied by Levi slamming the keys on the table at your side.

“Take Eren with you. It might rain.”

“You got it, Levi. Thank you.”

Levi cups the bottom of your chin with his hands, a warm smile on his face, before he shakes his head and walks away. You turn to Eren, giving him a lopsided smile, before you jingle the keys in front of his face.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

“I’m pretty sure Levi just demanded that I go with you.”

“I was trying to be cute and you just ruined it.”

“Can it even be considered trying if it’s already something you’re so effortless at?” Eren jeers, snatching the keys from your hand as he pulls you up.

“You don’t have to be so patronizing, Eren.”

“Leave it to you to confuse my affections with ill will.”

Eren swings the door open, and at the first burst of chilly air, aggressively wraps the extra scarf left on the hook around your neck before shutting the door.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“The airport.”

Eren features curl in confusion as he opens the door for you, tucking you into the seat before taking his at your side.

“The airport? Who’s coming?”

You bite your cheek. Becuase Eren does that thing – that thing that guys do when they reverse out of a parking spot. His arm is spread out on the back of your seat, his face close to yours as he looks out in concentration, and you take the chance to fully ogle him. Only you start searing with embarrassment when his eyes flicker over to you – giving you a wink in recognition. That he knows you were fully checking him out.

“Some friends of mine. I..I kind of owe them a favor. And contingent on that, they refused to ride in the bus with everyone else.”

Eren squints his eyes, the stoplight's red glow reflecting on his features. And when he looks over, his eyes are so pensive that you feel bad for keeping it from him for so long.

“It started out simple, I guess. When…when we came back from Seattle, I felt like there was so much…floating around in my head. So much I was finding out, so much I was realizing, that I could barely come to terms with all of it at once.”

Eren’s gaze shifts, focused back on the street, as the little drops hit the glass.

“I wrote it all down. Everything I learned, what I can’t forget. That I can’t live my life when I’m untouchable. That the wound is where the light enters. That you can’t learn your lessons for people, that sometimes you just have to be there to catch them. You can have grace for yourself but keep yourself accountable too – those things don’t have to be mutually exclusive. That hardship can be good – that sometimes it can even make the good times feel even better.”

You look over at Eren, the red reflecting on his skin.

Eren’s smiling at you – like he’s proud of you. That he knows that you’re repeating the words – his words, Michael’s, Levi’s – everyone who has been pushing you forward.

That you’re taking them to heart.

“That I’m going to make them pay for what they did to you. And to me. I don’t know what’ll happen, but I refuse to be silent about it. I’m done doing that.” you whisper.

You reach for his hand, leaning closer. And he follows your suit, your noses nearly brushing against each other, stilling your blinking – just so you don't have to tear yourself from his green eyes.

“Are you with me, Eren?”

“Think it’s impossible for me to be anywhere else.” he whispers.

The warmth in your throat is suffocating.

“Eren?” you whisper.

“Yeah.”

You pinch your eyes shut at the horrible timing.

“The light is green.” you murmur.

Eren’s eyes falter, a curt nod, before he releases your hand and continues to drive forward.

And takes you all the way down to the airport, the quiet silence enveloping your space.

You open up the car door, a light sprinkle and the earthy smell in the air, as you lean against the hood, hands tucked into your pockets. Eren follows suit, taking the spot next to you, as you watch your breath visualize in the cold, crisp air.

“Back in the day, Satoru Gojo did me a favor. He had the chance to do an ensemble showcase, and he lent that time to me, so I could make a point.” you state.

Eren turns his head towards you, and immediately looks at the group of people piling out of the airport – the distinct white, green, and pink hair catching him off guard.

“It’s time for me to make a point again. I figured I could use all the help I could get.” you state.

Eren fights the urge to bite his cheek, the glimmering smirk you give him before pushing off the hood of the car making his heart pound. He watches as you excitedly run up to Satoru Gojo – and Suguru Getou by extension – wrapping your arms around the two of them and pinching their cheeks.

And it only gets worse when his favorite kid comes running out shortly after – followed by Lana and Sukuna berating him – and clings straight onto his legs. Eren’s exasperated, bringing his hand down to Teddy’s curly hair just to make sure.

That they really were here.

“Eren! Eren, pick me up! Pick me up!”

“You could say please, Teddy. He drove all the way here just for you.” Lana states, giving Eren a warm smile as she places her hands on her hips.

“Please, Eren!”

Eren smiles wide, the warmth in his chest reverberating, as he reaches for Teddy’s sides and gets a wet kiss to the cheek from him return. There’s a deep yearning stinging in Eren’s chest as you walk up, looping your arm under Sukuna’s as you press your cheek to his bicep.

Eren can barely contain it. He’d strangle you if he could.

And Satoru Gojo’s quick to follow, aggressively leaning his weight on both you and Sukuna, as he gives Eren a bright smile.

“Eren Jaeger. Just the guy I wanted to see.” Satoru sings.

“Is that right?” Eren asks.

“We’re all going to battle for you, kid. How do you feel? Your vicious guard dog plans to leave no corner unturned.” he responds, ruffling the top of your hair as Eren watches you shove him off.

Eren frowns.

“You don’t have to…do something for me. I’m not exactly sure what it is you’re doing, but you don’t have to.”

You smile. It was almost aggravating how cute he could be sometimes.

“Don’t worry kid. I love to stir shit up. I have a feeling this one’s going to be in your favor.” Satoru states, giving him a lingering smile before getting called up to one of the cars lingering in front.

Eren turns to his side – Teddy wiggling in his arms – as he watches you excitedly smile at Lana and Sukuna. And when you turn to him, the pale fluorescent light making you glow, you stand out more than anyone else standing there.

Eren swears Satoru’s chanting “fuck a bitch named Scott Clarkson” in the car ahead of him and realizes that Levi’s probably in for the biggest headache of his life.

“Ready to go?” you ask.

Eren gives you a quiet nod, as you reach forward with your grabby hands for Teddy and buckle him into his seat at the back. Lana and Sukuna are at his sides, Eren watching them smile at each other through the rearview.

Eren tries to stamp it out the best he can. That glimmering flare of hope that’s burning in his chest.

And for the first time in years, he fails to do so.

You were keeping his candle alight.

You know for a fact that things will work in your favor, this time around.

Hyla Clarkson, in her extreme annoyingness, moves the release date of her song up to that night – ruining the perfect plan that you had written out. Satoru’s more upset about it, that she ruined the perfectly cinematic moment that would have been.

Her new debut song smushed in bewteen Eren’s documentary and your comeback.

But then you listen to the song and relish in the fact that karma is real. That all of the bad is canceled out by good – and that when it came to them, sweet justice was going to be served.

There’s no such thing as bad PR. And from your standpoint – people talking about you, you being the center of attention, was the one thing that you needed leading up to the awards show.

It’s almost too perfect.

You had every intent to milk the fact that Hyla Clarkson just released an entire song about how big of a bitch you were.

And make her regret it.

Starting by releasing a song the following morning, your first in three years, to ensure hers won’t occupy the top spot.

next part linked here

an: ARE YOU READY FOR IT (revenge era for someone who actually deserves it)

(hyla clarkson you will develop a cough in three days for naming your album pop princess pretending like you don't know the entire aot cast calls y/n princess BC she's a pop princess...)

(I plan to write at least a chapter a week so we can wrap this sweet baby up!)

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silly-l1ttle-guy · 2 months

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How the bucci gang sleep hcs

This has been in my drafts since January wtf

BRUNO BUCCIARATI + LEONE ABBACCHIO

all over the place

there is not a single time where these two have woken up in the same position they fell asleep in

like they'll fall asleep spooning, then they'll wake up with half of Bruno's limbs zipped off and Abbacchio sprawled across the bed in a position that looks uncomfortable with her foot in Bruno's face

one of Bruno's legs is probably on the floor and Abbacchio is most likely cuddling one of his arms

they're just used to it at this point

"Leone can you pass me my leg?" "m'kay"

Narancia came in to wake them up one time and screamed because Bruno zipped his head off in his sleep

Mista and Trish teased him about it for weeks

anyway i bet on my life that Bruno and Abba bring out their stands in their sleep

just randomly while they're sleeping Sticky Fingers and Moody Blues pop out

they just look at each other, then down at their users, then back to each other

they end up cuddling too (SENTIENT STANDS SUPREMACY)

it's so cute when Bruno and Abba wake up and see that their stand are cuddling

also Bruno's hair may look perfect 24/7 but in the morning it's SO. FUCKING. MESSY.

he has to immediately brush his hair so no one sees it like that

except Abbacchio

SPEAKING OF ABBACCHIO

when she wakes up her hair is also a mess

just slightly less messy

she has breakfast before she does anything else, then she immediately does her make-up

also don't be surprised if Bruno has Abbacchio's lipstick stains all over his body in the morning

it just means he sucked some girl dick last night

usually on those days Abbacchio wakes up with smudged make-up that she forgot to take off

also Abbacchio has frequent nightmares and often times wakes up in the middle of the night

she doesn't like telling anyone and calms herself down before going back to sleep

Bruno knows about it though

GIORNO GIOVANNA + PANNACOTTA FUGO

these guys are like the opposite of Bruno and Abba

they'll fall asleep cuddling and wake up in the exact same position

usually Fugo's the big spoon because he doesn't like being the little spoon

brings back bad memories y'know?

but anyway they sometimes also bring out their stands in their sleep

GER most of the time

it just likes to pop out to see what's happening

sometimes in the morning when Fugo wakes up, he'll roll over and see GER staring him dead in the eyes

he screams loud enough to wake everyone up

nara, mista and trish all tease him about it

"Did someone get scared~?" "SHUT UP NARANCIA! IT WAS JUST STARING ME DEAD IN THE EYES!" "Pussy lmao" "MISTA" "Nah the boys are right, you are kind of a pussy" "TRISH!"

sometimes purple haze comes out while Fugo's asleep

GER just pops out and hangs out with ph for a bit

anyway Fugo's hair is always a pain in the ass when he wakes up

as for Giorno... uh...

picture Dio's hair but longer

he looks like a younger version of shadow Dio too in the morning lmao

also Giorno bites shit in his sleep

and he's got some sharp canine teeth

the pros of being half-vampire

don't be surprised if when they wake up there's bite marks on Fugo's arms

or if Giorno's biting a pillow

if Giorno's had a stressful day he might move around in his sleep too

not much usually, but one time he ended up sleepwalking

Fugo woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that Giorno wasn't there

panic

he eventually found Giorno wandering around the garden and muttering to himself

it was really funny when Fugo snapped him out of it

then they went back to bed and Giorno bit Fugo's hand so hard it drew blood

true love at it's finest

sometimes Fugo has nightmares and Giorno has to wake him up

on more rare occasions Giorno has a nightmare and wakes up Fugo because he's trembling and shaking so much

GUIDO MISTA

snores

that's about it

he'll sleep in any position there is possible and he'll be comfy in all of them

he's also the deepest sleeper in the team

this guy moves around a lot too

he'll fall asleep in fetal position against the wall, then he'll wake up halfway across the room with his blanket tangled in his legs

sleepovers with him are a nightmare because not only does he snore, but this man also sleeptalks

one time Narancia and Trish were sleeping in his room and they woke up to him mumbling about how far his ass is

they recorded it in case they ever needed to blackmail him

but yeah this guy is a mess

He sleeps naked too

Balls out and everything

Unless Trish and Narancia are sleeping over

In thy case he leaves his pants on

Also on hot nights he SWEATS

This guy naturally runs warm, he gets hot during the night

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Eeperton

Bro sleeps like a baby

Nara just kinda sleeps wherever

He hardly even uses his own room unless someone carries him there

Honk mmimimimi honk mimimimimi

Also they sleep with their blanket wrapped around them like a cocoon

My guy is snug as a bug in a rug fr

This mf does not make ANY noise in their sleep

Completely silent

The amount of times people have thought they were dead because of this is quite a hefty amount

Sleeby

The missile is very sleepy

If they sleep next to someone they cling on for dear life

Also they're a blanket hog

They do not move at all either

TRISH UNA

She sleeps in a princess bed

Also a quiet sleeper

But she does move, unlike Narancia

Goes to sleep like she's in a casket at her funeral and wakes up face down on the opposite side of the bed

If she forgets to take her makeup off before bed she screams and tells Giorno to buy her self-care products

Live laugh love Trish

Sometimes she sleeps with Sheila E (I wish lesbians were real💔💔)

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modmad · 2 years

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This work (Unicorn Invisable Disability Flag) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

You wanted it, you got it! Here’s a nice big clean version of the Invisible Disability Pride flag which I designed. A lot of people said they resonated with it, and while originally I just did it for personal satisfaction if you are feeling drawn to or empowered by this image and my reasons behind the design please feel free to use it. I’m actually going to post those reasons under the cut as well as that link to the original post just in case it gets lost. Oh as for the CC up there don’t be scared of using it that mostly just means if you’re a Big Company and want to make money off of it you can’t- or have to talk to me first!

I have a society6 with this design available as many things (even if the site is... confusing. it is there I promise search by ‘new’ if in dire straits) so you can have a looky there if you have a hankering for shirts and other products with it on!

anon asked: being someone with an invisible disability, have you ever considered making a flag? I know there is a flag for disability pride but I looked and looked and there isn't one I could find about invisible disabilities and you strike me as a very good person to come up with one (no pressure! just thought you might enjoy coming up with an idea?)

I almost didn’t do this bc it’s kind of a heavy topic and there is the general go-to of the sunflower icon (sunflower lanyards are used as a subtle sign that a person has an invisible disability) but looking into why it was chosen…

Well. I respect it but this list really didn’t reflect my experience of having an invisible disability so fuck it all I drew a sketch just for myself. So rather than a suggestion FOR a flag for Invisible Disability Pride this is, well, my flag for it done very quickly (sorry for the jaggedy outline I used the sketch!):

I have EDS, and they use a zebra as a play on the ‘when you hear a horse, don’t think zebra; think horse’ line which is when doctors assume something is not a rare condition because, well, it rarely is. But when you’re a zebra, not a horse, that’s a huge problem. This inspired me to use a unicorn here, because a lot of people don’t even believe Invisible Disabilities exist or count as such: depression, chronic pain, even vision loss are sometimes dismissed as being disabilities.

Why not the classic striped colours of other pride flags? Many reasons: people with colour blindness or severe visual imparement cannot easily distinguish them. This icon could be rendered as a relief, so it could still be used as a recognisable icon for people with complete blindness or who appreciate/use tactile imagery. The high contrast of black and white is also for this reason- It is also very easily recognisable at a distance. The heraldic design is to show that we have always been here, throughout all of history, regardless of if people have taken notice. The 'fancy’ designs on the legs, tail and face could be seen as beautiful, but could also be thorns, or flames. The 'spikes’ along the back are actually a spine. People with invisible disabilities are often in large amount of discomfort or pain, and to someone who is not aware they seem totally fine. The tail is long and flowing, but could easily get tangled in the unicorn’s legs and cause them to trip and fall. The hooves are split to show how sometimes a person can walk without aids but still be in pain (not simply to be accurate to unicorn lore), and the horn is overly large: heavy to carry, always on your mind and painfully sharp.

Here’s the version with the sketch btw thanks for reading this far have a cookie:

For all the nods to pain in this image I hoope you all see the unicorn is still alive and proud and fully spread over the flag in action to show we are not defined by our disabilities, but they should be respected just as much as something as potentially dangerous as a unicorn.

Also? Unicorns fucking rule. Just putting that down there.

#disability #disability pride #Invisible Disability #flag #invisible disability flag #mod art #there you go!#enjoy!#we out here #unicorns exist #I WROTE INVISIBILITY PRIDE IM #DUMBASS PLEASE REBLOG THIS ONE LOL #eyestrain

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duckchu · 6 months

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Hii! I’m not sure if you have Heartsteel requests but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Heartsteel boys with reader (Gender Neutral) who’s a big fan of Halloween. Like, they go all out on their outfits and love to do escape rooms, haunted houses (rarely getting scared in them and solving a lot of the puzzles in the escape rooms) and also try to scare the Heartsteel boys?

Oh I could! Sorry for the wait, school and life kinda get in the way lol

Hearsteel x Halloween lover reader

Kayn

Out of all the festivities, this is definitely his favourite one

While he's not as hyped as you, he likes seeing you preparing your outfit for the occasion

Maybe even helping you

Though he would insist on adding some "great' details

Would go with you to any "scary' attraction you wanted

He actually hoped to get some cuddles out of you because he was sure you would be scared shitless

But he was the one scared

Don't tell anyone tho

Would also probably like to have a quickie in the haunted house

He really enjoys going to escape rooms with you, since he can just stand back and look at you while you work on the puzzles

He loves when you try to scare the rest of the band with him

Like leaving a fake spider in Ezreal's favourite mug

You thought his notes were high? Wait till you hear him screeching about a spider

Or making Yone think there's ghosts in the house when he's sleep deprived and working (poor Yone)

Though you end up laughing too hard and getting caught

But the best was definitely scaring Aphelios

Since it was an occasion to take revenge for his pranks

This year it was hiding a fake severed hand in his bed

Maybe that was too far...he almost had a heart attack

And you two are his prime targets now

Yone

He isn't really a fan of dressing up, but would agree to do a costume with you

And holy shit did you pull through

He was amazed at your costumes

Though he's not a fan of scary attractions, not because he's scared, he just thinks they're cheap scares, but would do it for you

He wasn't amused at all, but as long as you enjoyed it, he was happy

Now escape rooms were more his thing

He enjoyed solving the puzzles with you

Rather than scare the other members with you, he tries to make you not do it

Especially since Kayn was really mad about your little prank of turning off the lights and grabbing him when he was watching horror movies. But if an occasion like that presents itself...

Aphelios

He and Alune didn't really celebrate Halloween as kids so you're determinated to make it up to him

Like making your costume with him

He really enjoyed it, especially cleaning up with you after ~

He got really scared in the haunted house, but actually liked it

But found the escape room kind off boring

As for scaring the other boys...He loved it!

You two decided to pull off a bigger prank and make the other boys think that there was a murder in their apartment before they moved in and there's a ghost there now

So you two began flicking the lights on them all the time, always covering eachothers backs

And doing other ghost shenanigans

Until finally, when they were busy you drew a chalk outline under the carpet and when they came back, pretended to trip on it, rolling it up a little and revealing a little of the outline

Needles to say, everyone was scared shitless

Untill you couldn't stop yourself and started giggling

They were so pissed at you two

Ezreal

He's not the biggest fan of Halloween, but can enjoy some aspects of it

Like making a cute costume with you

Maybe vampires? Or werewolfs?

Would ultimately let you decide, but would like something he can look hot in

Of course hated the haunted house since he got scared shitless

And just watched you do all the work in the escape room

He finally gets to get back at the others for teasing him all the time! Especially with your help

And you were more than eager to help

Especially since hiding in Setts plushie pile to scare him was cozy

And his reaction was priceless

Sett

He thought a matching costume would be cute

As long as he didn't have to wear sleeves

Was sure the haunted house would get you scared and wasn't sure if he wanted to go with you

But alas you needed your knight in shining armour

So he went

And surprise, surprise, he was the one scared

You had to be hugging him

But you enjoyed it

He was surprisingly helpful in the escape room

And he loved scaring the other boys

Like how you two made Kayn think he was haunted

Maybe he deserved it tho

K'Sante

He loved making your costume with you

You two looked the best no matter where you went to and Halloween was no exception

You both thought the other would get scared in the haunted house, but you both were just fine

In the escape room, he wanted to help you, but also enjoyed seeing you so focused and the satisfaction on your face when you solved a puzzle

But wasn't that keen on scaring the other boys

Maybe except Aphelios

He's still mad about the protein powder

That poor man was afraid to leave his room for a week after you made him think he found you dead

But it's all good now

And maybe he won't mess with his gains now

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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May I please have a request of head cannons of TADC crew dealing with a clingy kid reader

Like two of them are basically plushies (Jax and Ragtha)

And please do take your time

TADC cast x clingy!kid!reader (platonic!)

YAHOO!! my back hurts but its okay because i drew my oc looking... (checks notes) "cunty" (doesnt know if theyre using the word right) anyways gonna knock out a few more requests; got that one friendship is witchcraft song playing on loop in my headphones so im typing like a speed demon rn RAAAAAAh

CAINE:

honestly hes probably the same with you, though like. with his eyes; he keeps an eye on you at all times. like i can easily caine being kind of negligent when it comes to kids and letting them get into harms way, but i also adore the idea of him fretting over you and trying to keep you safe. does not mind your clinginess, not one bit. always keeps close in IHAs, in fact we may even be able to joke that hes now a participant in his own games! he does it for both of your comforts, and to make sure you dont get hurt.. in cases where he cant be around, for whatever reason, he promotes bubble to babysitter to keep an eye on you; i think! reads you bedtime stories every night

POMNI:

i think i may have mentioned this a few times but pomni can get a little uncomfortable around kids; kids can be really wild and/or horrifically honest with no filter and pomni does not have the mental strength to cope, digital world or not/lh

with that being said it would take her a while to get used to you gravitating around her; i dont think she would tell you to leave her alone though. i mean, she tries to put herself in your shoes. shes losing her mind in this place and shes brand new and a grown woman. how is this effecting you? so she sticks around and just. embraces it, i think. probably checks in on you when you go to bed... kind of pauses when you ask her to stay, be it because you dont want her to go or because youre scared of monsters under the bed i think she would ultimately stay by your bed in a chair and watch over you

RAGATHA:

good news for hugging her, shes very soft thanks to the fact that shes literally a doll! honestly its rare that she would tell you to step aside so she can do something; plus like caine she generally likes to keep an eye on you to make sure youre not getting into trouble or danger,,, makes you plushies so you hang onto them when shes away and you miss her. like caine she also has a bedtime routine with you. maybe its because i just watched some adventure time today, but the ritual would be similar to sweet p's bedtime ritual (bedtime cheek kisses, tucking in, reassuring that youre loved ect ect ect) idk i just think ragatha would have that kind of energy when caring for a kid reader, clingy or not

holds

JAX:

one of the two characters who might get annoyed by your clinginess, especially in the beginning (oh boy i sure wonder who the other one is (looks at zooble)) and he might try to push you away and shoo you when you try to stick around him. might feel a little bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when you turn away and walk away. jax, feeling bad for once? now thats rare

might try to bond with you by trying to teach you his ways of trickery; no one wants to see a kid sad, especially in a place like this and i dont think jax would be immune to your pouty face. older brother and little sibling dynamic, i think! i genuinely cannot see jax being fatherly, tbh

KINGER:

DAD KINGER DAD KINGER; do i need to say more? honestly kinger is very clingy himself with the people he cares about, given that hes lost so much he wants to make sure that those he cares about are still safe and sound. if anything, you might be the one asking him to dial it down a notch!/j

lets you snuggle up into him during bedtime stories, i think! like while the others who read to you would be sitting on a chair next to the bed, kinger would be close enough for you to lean into him if that makes sense. generally very sweet to you too, i think!

ZOOBLE:

the other one who would be a little annoyed by how clingy you are, again, especially in the beginning. zooble seems to really value their own personal time and space so its likely that they would try to set up a boundary; so you probably arent going to be able to spend every waking moment with them... that said i dont think they would exactly be... mean to you... like they dont hate you, they just tend to get irritated by small things! makes very clear communication, which is an important thing to learn! teaching moment! also cannot see them picking up a parental role, i can see them being the cool but angsty older sibling tbh. probably kind of freezes up when you hug them but does not push you away. does care deeply for you, just shows it in their own unique way

GANGLE:

oh you probably accidentally drag her around without fully meaning to! i mean im not sure how old the reader is, but lets say theyre on the younger side and they dont fully. mean to just drag gangle across the room. i mean its not like youre dragging her across the floor, at least! plus gangle is just so light, given that shes totally made of ribbon in the digital world. she doesnt really mind all the much, though... even if she did im not sure if she would speak up... lets you come and go into her room whenever, since sometimes you just miss her and she has enough trust in you not to mess with anything + sometimes you guys do arts and crafts together! yipee!

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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2023 Halloween Special; RoR

A/N: Part 1 of the Halloween Specials, and when they are all posted, I will have a special announcement in regardance to my Request Form, enjoy~~

Their Favorite Thing To Do With Their S/O During Halloween

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📯 This guy thoroughly enjoys singing a bunch of halloween songs through his megaphone at the other norse gods, his favorite to sing is This is Halloween from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’

📯 Heimdall does also enjoy judging people’s costumes, though it’s mostly the children who dress up, since most gods see it as pointless

📯 If you ever wanted to do couple-costumes, he’d do it happily

📯 This god does try to get Odin and the others to allow trick-or-treating in the house, so they can connect with the new generation of children faster

📯 It fails, but he never stops trying every year

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🍭 This guy lives for trick-or-treating

🍭 It’s a day where he gets free candy to add to his stash, if he could, he’d make every day Halloween

🍭 He also enjoys dressing up in costumes with you, though it’s mostly just things simple like ghosts, very rarely will he ever put an extreme amount of effort into something to trivial when he could be spending that time with you

🍭 Whenever he gets candy that night, he basically rushes home with you and begins to add the sweets to his already existing stash he hides in your room and the one he hides somewhere else throughout your shared home

🍭 Honestly, it surprised everyone on how the food somehow hasn’t expired

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📨 This god. Oh boy

📨 He has so much work to do when it comes to delivering messages that he never really had a Halloween to celebrate, even with you

📨 But since this year Zeus wanted to see his son happy and free for the day, he gave him the day off as an early Christmas gift

📨 Hermes immediately went home and began to bake

📨 That is his favorite thing to do with you, make all kinds of treats for all the pantheons

📨 He’d love making things like pumpkin pie, but he also enjoys cooking a bunch of foods, he has an amazing palette, and knows exactly what everyone likes, because he flies around a lot

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🐍 This little gremlin likes doing anything revolving around scaring people

🐍 If you think he does this enough when it isn’t Halloween, prepare the sappy movies

🐍 He constantly jumps out to scare everyone that passes by, especially Thor, Odin or his birds, and you

🐍 Loki also enjoys watching horror movies, his favorites are either slasher movies or psychological

🐍 He’s so mental that he even recommends things for the antagonist to do;

“ Come on, just cut her head off, she’ll bleed like a pig! “

🐍 Everytime some child asks trick-or-treat and Loki answers the door, he says trick and sprays them with silly string

🐍 Damn gremlin

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🪩 This head god of the Hindu Pantheon definitely enjoys survival horror movies

🪩 They bring him back to when he and Rudra were younger and battling the gods one by one

🪩 Shiva also enjoys going to pumpkin patches, baking, carving pumpkins, decorating the yard, and making treats with his wives and S/O

🪩 When you first handed him a pumpkin and told him to draw a face, he drew something along the lines of a temple of his

🪩 It was hard to carve, but he did enjoy watching you and his wives take out the seeds and stuffing to fully finish it

🪩 Watching you make decorations and treats also makes him happy

🪩 Shiva especially loves watching you and his wives help Ganesha with a costume if he wanted one that year, it was so domestic, it made him forget he could destroy something with a flick of his finger for a minute

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HA Fiend here with that that gift for you and guccitrashbags! I wrote a prequel to your first soft Haarlep that spun off into the delightful series it is now. A part 0, if you will. 🤭

This was hardly the first time Haarlep had seen her ill at ease. After all, Tav was a mortal soul living in the Hells and the truly fearless rarely tend to last long here. Even so, Tav had always, eventually, recovered. It wasn't a brazen defiance that hardened her like infernal iron or some kind of self-confident assurance she'd prevail that kept her as steady as a stony cliff face against the battering waves of the sea - though the incubus knew she was more than capable of drawing from both. Generally, it seemed Tav drew from what could only be described as a subtle kind of stubbornness. She was less the towering oak that would resist the winds of the storm until its trunk splintered, but rather the blossom bending in those winds. For all the blossom's perceived fragility, it endured and refused to be uprooted; it would choose to adapt however it saw fit, sprouting thorns to pierce any who'd try to harm it with force, perhaps changing which direction it grew when need be, but never letting go of whatever it chose to grasp among its roots - what it chose to make a part of its foundation.

Now though, as Haarlep looked upon Tav's sleeping form, she was curling into herself, her face contorted in fear and sadness, and her whole body was shaking...

It was as if Tav was wilting and shriveling up into herself.

And that sight felt so very wrong.

Haarlep isn't sure when they had reached out - it certainly hadn't been a conscious decision - nor were they sure if it had been the tip of their claws or their tail that had brushed against her first, just that the brief featherlight touch had been enough for her to awaken with a start. For a time, Tav just stared blankly ahead, her eyes wide but seeing nothing. When she finally looked over to Haarlep, the incubus realized that they had frozen the moment she had jolted awake, as if afraid that at the slightest movement she'd scare like the 'little mouse' they so often called her - though the words had long since become more a term of endearment than the playful condescension it had started as. Before Haarlep had the chance to worry over what they must look like, what their expression might be giving away, Tav threw herself into the fiend's arms, burying her face into their chest.

After a few shaky breaths, she answered the question Haarlep had been debating how to ask, "I was back on the nautiloid again."

Ah, so that's what she had been dreaming about.

The incubus waited a beat for Tav to continue, still at a loss for what to do, but when she remained silent Haarlep brought their wings to wrap around her shaking frame. She tensed at first and Haarlep almost withdrew before they felt Tav all but completely ease against them.

Mind finally catching up with the situation at hand, Haarlep couldn't help the bemusement they felt at the whole ordeal. Tav knew better than to let herself be so openly vulnerable before a fiend, or at least she should. Eventually, though, her breathing evened out, indicating the little mouse had fallen asleep in the claws of the cat.

Or, rather a cat.

Later, when letting her relax within their embrace had almost become a norm between the two, Haarlep would wonder if maybe they should have known better, too. If they should have known that Raphael would inevitably find out. If they should have known how the master of the house would react.

*gasps* I-I don’t even know where to start, like truly I’m at a loss for words because this was literally everything!!!

Something you did that is a huge favorite of mine, personally, is the use of sensory imagery.

“Haarlep isn't sure when they had reached out it certainly hadn't been a conscious decision- nor were they sure if it had been the tip of their claws or their tail that had brushed against her first, just that the brief featherlight touch had been enough for her to awaken with a start.” <- to me, this adds so much depth to a story. Especially in this scenario since Haarlep is trying to figure things out.

The way Tav seeks comfort in Haarlep's embrace shows the trust she has in Haarlep and I can just picture their face when she buries herself into them.

Allllsoooo another thing!!! Tavs resilience, depicted not as a loud battle cry but as a quiet, enduring whisper, resonates deeply by comparing her to a "blossom bending in the winds," you evoke a sense of grace in survival and an acceptance of change as an essential part of her.

Sorry I’m kinda all over the place with complimenting your writing/gift!!!!

I love how tender yet dangerous this is because she’s still with a Fiend, but because she trusts them it comes off as a tender moment; “The little mouse had fallen alseep in the cats claws”

*chefs kiss* ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

Everyone please give Ha Fiend a round of applause!!! They truly deserve it!!!

Also a big big big fan of metaphors and similes!!! Bravo *claps* you did an excellent job!!!!

I will 100% be rereading this tonight before I crash out for the night!!! Thank you so much for this lovely present!!! I’m going to cherish it!!!

And if it’s okay with you I’d like to add this on my masterlist so everyone else can enjoy it as well and know how awesome you are!!! It ties in perfectly with the story!!! Especially as a part 0!!!

I say it every time and I’m sorry if it’s getting old, but I love you and cherish you Ha Fiend. I hope the world is treating you right, because you reallllllly deserve it.

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #Haarlep #haarlep x tav #ha fiend #Haarlep anon

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Yandere Obanai Iguro Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, spoilers for his mask, punishments, and stalking; lmk if I missed anything.

Authors note: Obanai is one of my favorite characters so this may be a bit longer; I also do not own this character!

Rarely, does anyone he encounters or secretly watches is worthy of his time; yet… you, the most prized, kind, and the lovely person he’s ever seen, wrapped his heart in tight strings, making him fall for you. Getting his attention is quite a hard thing to do, but once he realized the feeling of butterflies hitting everywhere in his stomach, making him sweat profusely and act ‘awkward’ around you; almost acting like a different person.

At first, Obanai will try his best to avoid you or rather not let you see him. Not because he hates you or dislikes the emotions that are coming forward, but rather because he believes that he might not be the best decision for you; his clan following him like a trail of blood with an eminence feeling of guilt. He’s rather insecure about his past, including his wide mouth that he rarely shows. He fears you’ll hate him, causing him to make sure you see him as ‘normal’ and ‘human-like’.

Of course, this shows that he’ll be stalking you like no other, watching you from afar in awe, a small smile projecting on his face under the mask. Much like the other Hahsira’s, he will try to find out everything about you: likes, dislikes, pet peeves, and many things that’ll make you happy. Once he does find out, Obanai is leaving small gifts on your doorstep, hoping you’ll like the clothing, hand-written notes, and flowers he left for you.

If you decide to have a crush on someone, or someone has the urge to pursue a relationship with you (romantically), they are immediately taken down by Obanai. Either, he would try to find information that they wouldn’t want anyone to know, blackmail them to never be around you or, threaten them and belittle them to the point they’re scared to be even around you.

This also goes along the same line of your loved ones, not that he enjoys seeing you happy and content with your loved ones, he just has high paranoia about anyone that’s around you. He believes that they’ll take you away from him, possibly stealing you away forever and completely forgetting about him; in which, he fears highly. In this case, if he sees you getting hurt (verbally, emotionally, or physically), they are getting hurt and killed in the most gruesome way.

Most likely, the way you caught Obanai’s attention was the fact that you were a strong Hashira; you had a kind, caring, and gentle personality that drew his attention. You treated him like a human being, something that he wasn’t used to. You always tried to talk to him, in which he'd always blow you off: “Leave me alone, you’re annoying.”

Yet, you continuously approached him, even when he spewed out threats that would hurt people and lead them to tears. But, now, since you’ve caught the eye of a snake, he becomes extremely protective of you, even if you’re a Hashira.

Obanai knows you aren’t weak, you’re a Hashira for damn sake; but the moment he starts to realize he loves you, your privilege as a Slayer is quickly stripped away. Either, he would come up with an excuse to Oyakata-sama about needing you to stay home; resulting in you ‘retiring’. Or, force you to quit by guilt-tripping and manipulating you.

Even though Obanai is very possessive of you, he wouldn’t kidnap you unless you were hurt very badly. Whether that’s you tripping and breaking a leg, someone assaulting you or almost getting eaten by a demon: Obanai would only take severe precaution if needed. He knows what it’s like to be caged inside a box, which he doesn’t wish upon you at all. But, he will manipulate you to keep you home as much as possible, using the excuse: “I can save you if any problems come forth. You have everything you want here, right? So why not stay to keep yourself tight, I’m only doing this to protect you. I love you, you’re safer here.”

Though, if you were to get hurt and end up in the Butterfly Estate with multiple injuries, Obanai is sitting right next to you, holding your hand, planning a way to get you ‘home’. Once you’re awake, he’s right beside you, ordering you to never scare him like that again: “Since you were hurt badly, Master has made it clear you’re retired. You’re not leaving without me anymore, it’s final.”

Back on the track of manipulating, he would order you around to stay by him at all times. This includes ‘accidentally’ slipping into a relationship with him and moving in with him; controlling you from the moment you step foot in your now-shared home.

Obanai’s yandere tendencies consist of being very overprotective, paranoid, semi-worshiping, and possessive. He’s always watching over you, paranoia covering his thick skin as if someone will come into the home and steal you away. Rarely does he allow you to leave the house, at least without him that is.

From his experience, he knows you need sunlight to function. He would allow you to come out, shop, and eat out at your favorite restaurants as long as he’s alongside you. Of course, anyone who dares to eye you is immediately stared down by him.

His biggest problem is his insecurity, fearing that you’ll abandon him and betray him like everyone else. This makes the affection between the two of you (at times) very confusing, he will believe he’s not good for you, pushing you away to the point of desperation of physical contact. Then, other times, he wants a cuddle session the moment he comes home, bringing you in a tight embrace whilst he smells your hair.

Because of his insecurity of his body and face, he would never ever drop off his mask around you, scared you’ll run away once you see it. But, when it comes to a year within the relationship, he’ll allow you to pull it down, unexpected by the gentle kisses plastered on his face given by you; it may lead him to tears.

The punishments you’ll receive are pretty slim in advance; he hates hurting you in any way. Normally, if you decide to act out, he would either ignore you or lecture you to the point you’ll feel bad.

Throw insults towards him? He’ll bluntly ignore it. He’s heard those before, it doesn’t affect him as much as it did when he was younger; go ahead, he’s heard worse.

If you decide to try to break out or try to hit him? He would be annoyed and hurt. Of course, he would snap at you… yelling at you as to why ‘are you stupid?’ or ‘try that again and see what happens next.’

However, the most he would do to ‘hurt you’ is when you escape; bruising your wrists. Either after he finds you stumbled into the dirt outside or he catches you before you make it out into the woods, Obanai is yelling at you and dragging you back to your shared-room. You’d have a few scratches from trying to get away and the now reddish-bruise forming on your wrists from him dragging you inside.

You will be spoiled with everything you want if you act good. You want jewelry? You have a basket full of it, plus that haori you wanted. You love to read? You get as many books as you want, letting you admire the book cover as he blushes at your happy face. Whatever you want, is yours; all he asks in favor is you allow him to cuddle you, get many kisses and hugs from the desperate snake Hashira.

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otmaaromanovas · 6 months

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Hey would you mind Could you give us a huge insight of Maria and Anastasia Nikolaevna's personalitys? in some rare quotes said by someone who met them both ?

I would love to read more facts and quotes about the little pair .

Hello! Of course! I'm going to split this into two parts: this part will be about Maria, and another post will be about Anastasia.

Here are some rare, lesser known quotes, about Maria Nikolaevna (or writings from Maria herself) that capture her personality well.

"Marie was kindness and unselfishness personified" - Olga Voronova, Upheaval

Letter from Olga to aunt Xenia - "1916 August 26th … Papa brings an attendant with him to dinner, and Mordvinov comes every evening and we torment and scare him. Yesterday we discharged the conductor and drew a beard, moustache and eyebrows with a burnt cork on Marie and put her on the train. Of course, he didn't recognize her, and he was terribly tormented when during a game of hide and seek in the dark, she ran into him in the corridor and rudely pushed him. He said that it was some kind of half-drunk conductor, and found her impudent, because we gave her cigarettes and she paced about importantly, smoking them." - George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar

"The other Grand Duchesses were still children. Marie Nicholatevna was a robust, well developed little girl with big blue eves, of a typical Russian beauty. She had an excellent memory and every time somathing to be remembered her sisters always turned to her. - Alexander Spiridovitch, Last Years at Tsarskoe Selo, Volume 2

"One day the little Grand Duchess Anastasie was sitting in my lap, coughing and choking away, when the Grand Duchess Marie came to her and putting her face close up to her said, " Baby, darling, cough on me." Greatly amazed, I asked her what she meant, and the dear child said, " I am so sorry to see my dear little sister so ill, and I thought if I could take it from her she would be better." Was it not touching?" - Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

The following are from George Hawkins, Alexei: Russia's Last Tsesarevich - Letters, diaries and writings - volume 1:

Note from Alexandra to Alexei, dated 1 December 1914: "Don’t tease Maria."

Letter from Tatiana to Alexei, Spring-Summer 1916 "...Taube [patient] (the one with no legs, do you remember him?) and Marie yell so you’d think the whole infirmary can hear them, they make such a fuss, and they all shout and argue. It is awfully funny to watch them."

Letter from Maria to Alexei after Alexei asked Maria to draw Joy the dog: "16 December 1916. My dear darling Alexei! I don’t know how big you want me to draw Joy, but I will give it a go, and if it doesn’t turn out, I can do it again…. I have just tried to sketch Joy but it didn't work out because I don’t really remember what he looks like and it ended up looking nothing like him, so I won’t send it to you. When you bring Joy to me, then I will be able to draw him."

The following are from Joseph T. Fuhrmann, Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna. The complete Wartime Correspondence April 1914 – March 1917:

Alexandra to Nicholas "[January] 24 1915 …Marie stands at the door & alas! picks her nose..."

Alexandra to Nicholas "January 2 1916 …Baby began writing his first diary yesterday. - Marie helped him, his spelling is of course queer."

Alexandra to Nicholas "April 2 1916 …Marie is in a grump mood & grumbles all the time & bellows at one, she & Olga have B. [Codeword for 'Becker', meaning their periods]"

The following are from George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar:

Fanmail letter from American girl Dolores Sybilla Adam to Olga and Tatiana: "Jan 24 1913 …I cannot ever thank you enough for the picture that was sent to me… But tell me is Marie the only one that ever smiles…?"

Letter from Maria to Tatiana: "Tatiana my darling. Thank you very much for the note and good wishes. Although I have not seen my husband [an inside joke amongst the sisters, most likely referring to their crushes] yet, I did see him in a dream. Today we will go to the Grand Palace and I hope that Provotorov (i.e.: your husband) will tell us a lot of nonsense. It’s boring without you. I hope that I will see ND [Nikolai Dmitrievich Demenkov, her crush] again… 9th Dec. 1914"

Letter from Maria to Olga Voronova: "Dec 29th 1914 …The other day we were at a Christmas party at Mama's nanny school. There are now many children of the reserves, so awfully sweet! We gave them all toys and they rejoiced in them, and each showed his nanny what he received. They are so appetising. Some are very small, some are even only two weeks old. I really love young children, and play with them, holding them in my arms. Do you like little children?"

Letter from Pierre Gilliard to Maria: "10 December 1916 …Be careful, Maria Nikolaevna, if you continue to tease me, I will avenge myself!!!!"

Letter from Olga to Nicholas II: "16 August [circa 1904] - Peterhof. Dear Papa …Maria went to sleep in the afternoon, and Anastasia crept under the mattress and slept there with Maria on top of her. When she got up we all laughed, and so did she." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Alexandra to Nicholas: "14 June 1915 - I congratulate you with all my loving heart for our big Marie’s 16th birthday… Pity you are not here. She enjoyed all her presents, I gave her her first ring from us made out of one of my Buchara diamonds. She is so cheery and gay today." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Anastasia to Nicholas: "26 August 1915 …I am sitting on the couch near Alexei as he is having dinner with M. Gilliard, while Maria is running around like crazy. …This morning [Doctor] Ostrogorsky came to see me, but Maria and I were still in bed, then Maria covered herself with the blanket, then he entered and listened to my [lungs], but when he finished, I quietly uncovered the blanket and Maria had to climb out, and she was very embarrassed." - Helen Azar, George Hawkins, Anastasia Romanov: The Tsar's Youngest Daughter Speaks Through Her Writings

"When I first knew the Grand Duchess Marie, she was quite a child, but during the Revolution she became very devoted to me, and I to her, and we spent most of our time together — she was a wonderful girl, possessed of tremendous reserve force, and I never realised her unselfish nature until those dreadful days. She too was exceeding fair, dowered with the classic beauty of the Romanoffs; her eyes were dark blue, shaded by long lashes, and she had masses of dark brown hair. Marie was plump, and the Empress often teased her about this; she was not so lively as her sisters, but she was much more decided in her outlook. The Grand Duchess Marie knew at once what she wanted, and why she wanted it." - Lili Dehn, The Real Tsaritsa

"Count Grabbe says of the Tsar's third daughter, clearly his favorite: "With her large gray, luminous eyes, her classical features, and languorous movements, she was the true type of Russian beauty, the most good- natured and artless of the four sisters, with endearing qualities which drew people to her." More outgoing than her older sisters, Maria Nikolaievna loved children and used to talk to soldiers about their families. She knew the names of many of the Koncoy Cossacks and Standart sailors, took an interest in their affairs and managed out of her $9 a month allowance to send little gifts to their children. With all her gentle ways, she was strong and solidly built, like her grandfather Alexander III. Her sisters called her "Mashka" and sometimes "Little Bow-wow."" - Count Alexander Grabbe, The private world of the last Tsar, in the photographs and notes of General Count Alexander Grabbe

"The Grand Duchess Maria Nicholaevna was a young wcnnan of broad build. She was very strong; for example, she could lift me up from the ground. She had lighter hair than Tatiana, but darker than Olga. (Olga Nicholaevna had brown hair, of a golden shade, and Maria Nicholaevna had brown hair with a light shade.) She had very nice, light grey eyes. She was very good looking, but got too thin after her illness. She had a great talent for painting and always liked to exercise it. She played the piano indifferently and was not as capable as Olga or Tatiana. She was modest and simple and probably had the qualities of a good wife and mother. She was fond of children and was inclined to be lazy. She liked Tobolsk and told me that she would be quite happy to stay there. It is quite difficult for me to tell you whom she preferred — her father or her mother." - Examination of Sidney Gibbes, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"The Grand Duchess Maria was eighteen ; she was tall, strong, and better looking than the other sisters. She painted well and was the most amiable. She always used to speak to the soldiers, questioned them, and knew very well the names of their wives, the number of their children, and the amount of land owned by the soldiers. All the intimate affairs in such cases were always known to her. Like the Grand Duchess Olga, she loved her father more than the rest. On account of her simplicity and affability she was given the pet name by the family of "Mashka." And by this term she was called by her brother and by her sisters." - Examination of Commissar E. S. Kobylinsky, The Last Days of the Romanovs

Hope you found it interesting or learnt something new! Will post Anastasia's a little later :)

#Maria Nikolaevna #Maria Romanov #q #ask #answered #Romanov sisters #Romanov family #Imperial Russia #sources

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torchickentacos · 1 year

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Every Opportunity Pokemon Missed by not having Drew in Destiny Deoxys: A Non-Comprehensive But Still Long-Ass list

Art above- credit to the lovely @salon-maiden-anabel ! So. This is a topic that, if my sister mentions, she knows I will go off about it at the dinner table while my mother stares on confusedly. This is a topic I feel very strongly about, and I decided to put it into words for this post-and I KNOW I'm not the only one with strong feelings about this topic! @raich-raichu I know you showed interest in this topic when I said I'd do it so hope you don't mind if I @ you! THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE REBLOG WITH YOUR OWN OPINIONS AND/OR ADDITIONS ON THIS. I thrive on hearing everyone's takes and opinions. Images are included which makes it kind of long, each number on my list has a corresponding image below. For funsies. Also, I imagine this happening right before the last grand festival, though I know that’s incorrect. It just gives me more developed characters to work with since advanced and battle frontier Drew are pretty different development wise. This is with late AG Drew.

Some background. Why do I think Drew should be in Destiny Deoxys (which will be referred to as DD for the sake of my carpal tunnel)? What is the connection? Why DD and not, say Temple of the Sea? The key is the location. Drew is canonically from LaRousse City. And DD is the ONLY time we ever get to see it. Connection has been established. So... what would he even do in the movie? I'm glad you asked! Let's get into it. A numbered list of every missed opportunity the writers had by not including him.

1.) Character building through backstory. We know little to nothing about Drew's backstory, and this would have been a really natural way to learn more about it. We could have had a scene where we learn, oh, this is the flower shop his mother worked at and he grew up helping tend to the plants or whatever. This is the garden where he met budew. Just little things here and there would have been fascinating, and this movie's setting was a PERFECT opportunity for it. Plus, here's the vision. We get a semi emotional, nostalgic scene with his favorite place as a child, right? Rare Drew emotional moment, maybe sharing it with May and co.? And then, later in the movie, we see that place destroyed by the conflict in the city and we get an emotional sad moment there!!!! And in the ending credits with the song??? WE SEE HIM AND HIS POKEMON STAYING BEHIND IN THE CITY AND STARTING TO REBUILD IT (after waving at Ash and co. on the train back to mainland Hoenn). Guys, my vision is CLEAR AS DAY. Greenhouse time.

2.) Seeing him interact with other characters. Drew isn't the most extroverted guy out there, and we only ever really see him talk to Ash, May, Solidad, Harley, and Brianna. Also, May is the only consistent one in that list. That's literally five people, for those of you keeping count at home. In DD? A large cast of interesting characters for him to interact with, possibly childhood acquaintances that know him! We have Rebecca, purple hair metagross trainer who likes her computer more than most people. Sid, a human golden retriever. Rafe, who's basically Drew but with brown hair and none of the redeeming qualities. The two twins, whose names are never spoken and are only in the credits as Audrey and Kathryn (one of them also has a masquerain iirc, or at least a Surskit!). And Tory, kid who is scared of pokemon and tbh I wouldn't change Tory's role or screen interactions much. I would, however, say the others have a lot of potential for interactions with Drew. Rafe taunting both Ash and Drew at the same time? Rebecca and Drew getting along well because they're the only two who appreciate silence as a form of hanging out? Audrey and Katherine taking little sibling roles, possibly? Tons of possibilities here.

3.) Shamelessly plugging the contestshipping agenda here, but why else do you all follow me? Anyways, Sid from Destiny Deoxys has a sweet but entirely blatant crush on May (who actually knows and does not give much of a shit, though they get along well anyways). Now, I usually do not like jealousy tropes. I think they're easy to do poorly and for them to come across as posessive, which I am not a fan of. HOWEVER, I am a fan of Drew being all moody and bitchy /affectionate. I can see it going either one of two ways: one, we get asshole Drew back from season one of Advanced, who makes snide remarks at Sid who would likely brush it off as fun banter, further annoying Drew who literally cannot get under Sid's skin due to Sid's overwhelming optimism, or two, we get the Drew that has all of his walls up, hiding behind this cool facade of professionalism and aloofness, sort of emotionally overcompensating for trying to hide how much it irks him. Either way, would have been fun. Could have been used for comedy, too, since May is dumb as shit with the guy who has genuine feelings for her, but clocks the puppy love crush from Sid immediately. Would I have trusted the pokemon company to do this trope well? No, but it could have been funny as hell in the right hands.

4.) On that note, THE PASSPORT PHOTO SCENE. May isn't the most photogenic person in the world. Does he tease her about it? Does he make some offhand remark about how he thinks she looks nice before aloof-ly and deftly moving on from the topic, leaving her with the rare compliment as she tries to figure out if he was serious or not (or was it for her beautifly)? Does he show her how to retake it? DOES SHE GENUINELY SMILE IN THAT RETAKE PHOTO, LOOKING AT HIM BEHIND THE CAMERA ROBOT THING???????ASDFGHJKL so much potential with this already gold scene.

5.) More location-based character building. LaRousse City is home to the (or at least a) Battle Tower, and no mention of contests. This means, likely, that LaRousse is a very battle-enthusiast city. Did this make Drew feel like an outcast as a kid, being interested in something different from his peers? Could have been interesting.

6.) Let Drew have his hero moment. Let's be honest- most of the times that we see him, he's being either a jerk (affectionate), head-over-heels in love, or pathetic (see: Who What When Where Wynaut drowning incident). And in what I would categorize as an adventure anime, he has remarkably... little adventuring, save for a traipse in the woods with On Cloud Arcanine. This can be his moment to actually shine! He's obviously a great battler, though he prefers contest-oriented formats. He beat Ash with a type disadvantage. He's a strong trainer- let him put it to use and try to hold off the Deoxys clones (bonus points if he's holding them off from May, not that she needs him to save her ass).

7.) Forced togetherness with the crew. We know Drew has no issue spending time with May, and he's at the very least quite tolerant of Ash. But... Brock? Max? Fun fact, Brock CANONICALLY does NOT like Drew. At all. Calls him nails on a chalkboard. Makes this face at him (pictured below). Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want more of that. Tell me to my face that you don't want more of him having to socialize and of Brock being... like this. Shit's hilarious.

Look at him.

I need more of this in my life.

8.) The angst. He has his entire city destroyed, let him have a grieving moment for it. Hell, let him have a moment where May tries to reach out and he has to decide if he's going to let her in or shut her out. Does he snap, like he did in May, We Harley Drew'd Ya? Does he let her in, like The Unbeatable Lightness of Seeing? Do the other LaRoussians reach out to him and let him know, hey, we're in this together? DO THE PLUSLE AND MINUN TRY TO CHEER HIM UP??????

9.) Let him get separated from the group, or let the group get separated from him. Let him have panic, uncertainty, worry for his newfound friends. Humanize him a little bit for casual viewers who know him as 'that asshole with the roses'. You know how Pokemon loves shots of people reaching out to save someone? Give me that. Let him not reach their hand in time as Deoxys clones pull them away or as they get lost in a swarm of security bots. Give me a Drew that thinks he’s failed, that it’s his fault. It isn’t of course, I just like putting him through it. Then… give me a reunion scene. An “oh my god, you’re all safe, I thought I had lost you” scene. Did you guys know we don’t get a single contestshipping hug????? Ever???? No, her keeping him from drowning doesn’t count. I think that’s a crime and I think a “thank god you’re alive” hug, from either end, would be amazing. Ship mode activated. Imagine. May, spotting him from across the city plaza once the dust settles, and sprinting to him, nearly knocking him over with a hug that he hesitantly returns, before realizing he doesn’t want to let go. Alternately, the other way around: he lets his walls down long enough to hug her, to feel safe to break down for a minute in her arms because he was so fucking worried. May, short-circuiting slightly because wait, is this really the same rival that she accidentally threw a frisbee at and hated so long ago? Give me Sid reacting forlornly in the background too fhdhhf. I love Sid, he’ll be ok. (Also: Brock having a moment of “Oh. You’re still alive. Great.” Kidding, mostly.) also… Brock giving Sid a “yeah, I know how it feels” pat on the back???? Just a concept.

10.) More Roselia teasing him. She's the biggest contestshipper out there. I love this little green rose gal. We need more of her being snarky to her trainer. She had so much personality with so few appearances, I love her. GIVE HIS OTHER POKEMON PERSONALITIES TOO!!!! Give them time to shine! My own takes here, but I like to think Absol is over Drew's bullshit 24/7 and is the serious one of the group. Flygon? no thoughts head empty, like most reptiles. Ft. a picture of my own no thoughts head empty reptile, who made friends with a cricket in his cleaning bowl below under Roselia gif. The others, no idea but there's my takes.

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MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND /PJM/ - Chapter 2

Summary: Someone once told her she had to learn to live in pieces as there would be nobody to glue them up. But what if a person with similar pieces to her appears? What if by complete coincidence her crying is heard in the middle of the night? What if together they can create a whole new masterpiece?

Dancer!Jimin x Student!Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slice of life. hurt/comfort, Soulmate!AU, School!AU Warnings: Mention of SA (but its only a slight mention, I promise), insecurity, mention of ED

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CHAPTER 1/CHAPTER 2/CHAPTER 3

It was another late night evening, when he was watching colorful TV screen filled with boredom. Time to time, the other thing he had done was clicking stridently on buttons of the remote control, when he got irritated with a particular channel once again. After finding anything interesting - which was rare for a long moment, he threw the remote control on the couch and reached out for a glass of water with a lemon pressed inside. Alone with himself, staring straight ahead into the changing colors screen as darkness covered his face, when some darker kind of scene appeared on. Only from time to time cars driving outside brought a little more light inside.

He sighed softly, and even jumped slightly on the couch at times when the louder sound coming from the box hanging in front scared him literally for a second. After a few times, including one, when he spilled water on himself because of the jumpscare, the decision of turning it off and staying in the whole darkness was made. After a few minutes of sitting like that, he became sleepy, and when he saw 10 p.m. on the lighten up watch, he jumped to his feet, stretching with a loud yawn. He groaned quietly, being well aware of the upcoming classes since the next morning.

After getting up and taking the first step, one of his feet was now experiencing the hated tingling sensation of sitting in an uncomfortable position for too long. He tried to get rid of it as soon as possible, waving his leg in all directions, sometimes jumping stupidly, so that the annoying feeling would finally leave him. This type of sensation was common after his dancing classes, when his muscles were not properly stretched.

And yeah, he again bypassed stretching after college classes, just to get ready in a rush for another training in the dance studio where he was also working. He simply couldn't help it. He loved his job as he could not only flower his own passion, but also pass it on to someone else. It was his favorite place in entire world. When he could watch how young kids are hard working and chasing their dreams. Often taking him as a mentor. It makes his heart sing happily every damn time.

He sighed again and went to the bathroom for a short shower, no longer than ten minutes, which after a long day was a relief for him. Steam was now hovering in the room, and a few funny doodles appeared on the fogged-up mirror, which the blond man drew with a quiet giggle while brushing his teeth. It was his way of relax. Even if after a giggles he's going to fall on his bed with hard thoughts.

After a few minutes, he was lying in a warmed bed, looking at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, and his ears perked up with wonder, if another disturbing sound would resonate tonight. Every time he heard loud bangs or broken glasses in one of the apartments above his, a shiver and an uneasy feeling ran through his body. More than once, he wanted to throw off the duvet and go up a few stairs and knock on the door of the apartment with the number 21.

Today, though, he flinched, and his breathing quickened along with his eyes opened wide now. When a quiet, almost unable to hear sniffling sound came up to his ears. He threw the blanket away, exposing his feet to the cold floor. It's been a while since he thought about getting a carpet to avoid this feeling. A shiver ran through his spine, but he ignored it and got to his feet.

He staggered for literally a second, then began to step straight to the window. It was ajar, which is probably why any of the sounds could have come from outside. At first, he thought that someone was just passing the building, someone overwhelmed with emotions. It was common this late at night.

He cracked open the window wide and peered out while firmly resting his elbows on the wooden windowsill. Some drops of the rain fell on his nose, and wind pushed his hair back. But then a quiet whimpering and sniffling could be heard in his ears again. He also had the impression that it slowly turned into a pleading sob.

The unpleasant stinging feeling inside his chest almost brought tears to tired eyes. Jimin was always a person filled with sensitivity and strong empathy, but he hardly ever wanted to show it. As people seemed it as if something weak. But today, he really won at that point in some way. Because he could imagine what the person can feel. Which made him hurt. But he was in some way happy, thinking that this person isn't alone at all.

Yet more than often he hated it about himself. People always told him that this was the thing that made him so weak, but he never understood why. Why must feelings be his weakness? After all, in people's minds, the word "empathy" is increasingly spelled as "sympathy."

The last thing you can count on now is understanding from the other person.

But it wasn't something he was thinking about today. Today he was only concerned about someone else's feelings and how badly he wanted to help. There was no picture of how to at all; and the only thing he had was an urge inside his head to make someone feel better. But when he couldn't see anyone on the sidewalk under his windows, still hearing muffled crying, he began to think he was going crazy.

A strong wind blew into him, winnowing the boy's dyed blond hair again, pushing face up a little.. So he lifted his head up to see if maybe there was a reason why he could hear the sobs so clearly. And yeah, two bare feet hung from the windowsill. He felt as if he had forgotten how to breathe for a moment. Questions crossed his mind about whether the person from the apartment above him was planning to take their life or was just sitting there without fear of falling from such a height.

The trees outside swayed like crazy, parts of the branches lay broken under thick trunks that were clearly visible from his apartment. Lightning flashing in the distance lit up the entire sky, causing another shiver. Rain was pouring, making the boy's face wet more and more. Since he can remember, he has hated thunderstorms, which have always filled his soul with unnecessary fear. It was different with the rain itself, the sound of which often soothed and lulled his soul. But now the dark clouds and thunder that hit like crazy were not calming him even a bit.

He wanted to ask only a quick question—why—even though there was much more than one in his mind. He bit his lip harshly until he felt the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He grimaced immediately at the unpleasant flavor and moved away from the window, closing it quickly. He went back to bed and thought for a long time about what happened tonight. For hours, the wind and thunder took him away from falling asleep. Strong bliss was constantly whistling through poorly sealed frames. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and tried to fall asleep but even so...head was pounding inside painfully.

In the morning, around seven, a loud alarm clock ringer from his smartphone woke him up. The blond man groaned and quickly tried to turn it off. However, when he could not blindly hit the right button, he muttered under his breath and turned along with the blinding phone to the other side.

He knew very well that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't take a long nap. So he only lied with closed eyes, groaning from time to time and nuzzling his nose deeper into the pillow. He knew that someone was already in the way to push him off this bed if he wouldn't be on his legs by himself. He was more than well aware of that.

And yeah, after around ten or a little bit more minutes, someone started banging on his door, making him let out another groan while standing and feeling coldness under his feet. No matter how much he didn't want to leave his heated mattress and warm blanket, he moved with a grim expression on his face toward the door, which his best friend kept banging on. He yawned a few times during just a few steps, and rubbing face with the loosely hanging sleeves. He reached for the handle, turning the lock before doing so just to meet a well known face and roll his eyes at a smiley face bright and early.

“What a wonderful surprise! Thanks, oh King, for your kindness that you wanted to visit me; can you go now?” Looking at his best friend's face, boy murmured under his breath.

The black-haired man only snorted at his friend's incredulous enthusiasm and actually pushed his way inside the apartment without even asking for an invitation.

“Yah, someone invited you!?”

The visitor rolled his eyes and sent the blond one, a fake, pathetic smile. That's when the sleepy one felt like throwing whatever he could at him and cursing a bit, as he usually did when his slightly older, unfortunately, best friend caught up with him about his height or rushed him on literally everything. He tried so hard this time to not explode and tell the other guy not even to speak up. As just wished to go about his morning activities in peace after an uneasy night, without any stress or unnecessary comments from his friend.

“You should be ready. I'm coming here at the same time. Always. What's so difficult about setting an alarm, Jimin?" the blond one only send a grimaced face and left for a shower, hardly stopping himself from raising a middle finger, when the older one made himself at home in the kitchen.

After a half-hour, when the clock struck twenty-seven, the two friends left the apartment and went to training, properly locking the door behind them. It was lucky for Jimin, that Hoseok was always there to pick him up so he didn't need to worry about the public transports and all these schedules, but still sometimes he was hating on unusually loud persona.

They arrived at the training room an equal twenty minutes later, having exactly the same amount of time to warm up and stretch their muscles. Even if Jimin is pretty stretched, Hoseok has been much above him with that. Boy`s back was screaming for mercy today, but only to be brushed off and stretched out even more.

At eight o'clock, the dark-haired man began to demonstrate the new dance steps that had been added to their routine. As they've been chosen to represent their collage at the festival, which was approaching Seoul with ever-increasing steps. This all also meant that they've been chosen as the best dancers in the school and made Jimin nothing more than proud. But it still wasn't enough.

He wished to achieve more and more as his passion for dancing was with him since he was a little kid. And he was happy to have family on his side, always encouraging him to follow his dreams. As he was younger, he started with something like funk dance - hip hop in general but as he found himself in High School the contemporary dance was something that took his whole heart. Especially the ballet aspects of it. And his parents were always there for him. So he did everything to make them proud. Even if it meant he has to forfeit his health for it.

A good hour had passed, and streams of sweat were running down the blond man's forehead. Breathing heavily, he stared at his mirrored reflection. He could clearly see the whole of his body, something he clearly thought of as ugly. he couldn't stop himself from grimacing, staring at the posture inside the mirror. He lacked muscle where the core lies, thighs were too thick making him look like some kind of gorilla and his face was too pudgy. Yes, face was the one he definitely hated the most. And all he would like to do now, was throw something at the glass to shatter it all but loud steps took his attention from the reflection.

With a few pats on his shoulders, as Hoseok quickly found a place next to the Jimin to annoy him a little bit before the practice, barely letting him take a breath. But as long as they were friends, black haired man was also a damn strict teacher and never ignored any wrong move, but was quick to point it out on more than one occasion, pushing Jimin to the limit.

Blond man got up from the floor after one more fell just to begin another hour of hard work. Sweat dripped down his face in small streaks and breathing was heavy, often hard to catch, but that didn't stop him from getting up and taking new steps. To not let his parents down. To build an amazing body. And sacrifice everything to look at least a small percentage good. Wishing to look in a small way like people from newspaper covers or famous profiles on Instagram.

He never felt enough. So Jimin often spent hours in the hall, eating little, hoping it would help him. Paying no attention to how harmful it is to his body. And what's even worse - to his mind. Boy was completely ignoring the fact that liters of water and hours of dancing without the right diet could lead to a finish.

Yet the training didn't end as it was planned. It was a long hours more until he could leave the hall about six o'clock. Before reaching home, he knew very well that he had to run a few more errands on the way, which meant he probably wouldn't be at his apartment until around eight o'clock or even later. And he only let out a long huff, pushing his sweaty clothes inside the bag and putting on a light jacket.

He left the training room, saying a brief goodbye to the dark-haired man and slapping a few high-fives on the way out. Jimin was always a friendly one, even if he rather spent most of the time alone as he enjoyed his own company, he also liked to be around people. And Hoseok was a great help with it as he was like a walking sunshine with friends everywhere. Even if Jimin doesn't remember most of the people he ever met as his memory for faces is pretty poor, he usually with an awkward smile keeps answering short ‘hello’ on the college hallways.

As he walked out of the warm building, his heated body collided with the cold air. A shiver quickly took over his body and as he breathed into the space, a little mist escaped from his lips. After quickly pulling a yellow scarf tighter, covering his neck, and putting his hood over the wet hair he was ready to stalk fast to the next destination. Really the last thing he needed right now was a cold.

As he expected, he opened the apartment door roughly after 8 pm. Quietly getting inside, and putting down the bag in the corner of the hallway. Staring for a while into the empty dark room. Only after a few minutes, taking off his outerwear and then headed to the bathroom, grabbing his bag to take out the clothes to throw them into the washing machine with the other clothes that had been waiting to be done for days.

Boy looked at his tired face in the mirror. The machine door slammed behind his back making him jump a bit, so he only sighed loudly while still staring at the pale face. Hands quickly washed his skin with cold water, trying to give Jimin at least the slightest bit of life, but it was no use. So somewhat like a human wreck set off for the kitchen to provide his body with at least one meal of today. But even the thought of rating something made him nauseated. He really didn't have the slightest desire to swallow anything.

As the dry rice with chicken was in front of him, the first bite was the hardest. He chewed slowly, sitting in almost eerie silence. Trying to listen to everything that was going on around him. Suddenly the sound of the breaking glass and a loud curse, uttered in someone's soft voice came to his hearing. He furrowed his eyebrows and lifted his gaze upward. Literally, for a moment he felt like his imagination was playing tricks on him again, but then he remembered the previous night. Along with the figure crying in the window.

A voice he heard overhead and a heavy footstep on the floor echoed in his head. It was a girl, he could hear it incredibly clearly now. She was cursing as much as she could, and worst of all she said it all to herself. The blond man felt sorry for her. He didn't want someone so close to him to suffer so much. Even if she was a complete stranger to him.

So he naively took his way to the building corridor, trying to find the right door. Wanting so bad to knock once or twice. But he didn't. Only fingertips softly moved on the wooden surface of the door. He couldn't do more.

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