#just be more hmm polite when asking writers for something they do for free…

[otomefiend]

Victor

Collection Event: Mirror mirror...

A little Victor treat cause I missed him. ♡ Pardon any awkwardness since I don't have much time to proofread it.

~~~

(Where... am I...?)

(I'm sure I went to sleep in my room at the Crown castle, did I not?)

I decided to walk around and assess the situation...

Victor: "Hi there, Kate."

...I was greeted by Victor, who suddenly appeared in front of me.

Kate: "Victor....!? You appeared out of thin air..."

Kate: ".. oh, is it a magic trick, perhaps?"

Victor: "Pfft, it's not a magic trick. This is just a dream you're having, so anything is possible!"

Kate: "A dream...?"

Victor: "Yes, anything that happens here, happens according to your wish."

Victor: "Whether it's gorgeous gem- adorned dresses or delicious, buttery pastries..."

Victor: "One wish from you, and you can have anything you want."

As he said this, he picked up a tree branch that lay at his feet.

Victor: "Let's see --"

He gently waved the branch as if it were a wizard's wand.

At that moment, a table ready for a tea party and a large wardrobe fell from the sky.

The wardrobe opened itself, revealing a variety of colourful dresses.

Victor: "... ta da!"

Kate: "Whoa... amazing! It really is a dream..."

Victor: "Your enthusiasm is appreciated! Well, no point just standing around; let's continue our chat over a cup of tea."

He urged me to sit on the chair that had just appeared and drink the tea prepared for me.

(I feel like I'm always drinking tea with Victor...)

(...it's strange to enjoy myself like that in a dream)

Kate: "By the way, why are you my dream, Victor?"

Victor: "I'm here to make your dreams come true! It's like a stage set-up."

Kate: "My dreams, you say..."

Victor: "Yeah, no matter how daring they may seem. Tell me what you want?"

Victor: "Let your imagination run freely. Whether you want to fly, do something outlandish, or just visualise it!"

Victor: "I'll accept anything and make it come true!"

Kate: "Then... I want to spoil you, Victor."

His jewel-like eyes widened in astonishment.

Victor: "...spoil me?"

Victor: "Um... it's definitely something you want to do, yes? You're not trying to fulfill my wishes?"

Kate: "Yes, it's what I want."

Kate: "You're busy working as the Queen's Aide and looking after the Crown."

Kate: "And yet you never show that you're tired and always take care of me..."

Kate: "So I thought I'd let you rest your body and mind."

Victor: "........."

Kate: "But whenever I try to persuade you to take a break in real life, you politely refuse..."

Kate: "And there's only so much I can do when I lend you a hand with work."

Kate: "So... will you allow me to help you, even if just in a dream?"

Kate: "That's what I want."

Victor: "Seriously... you know you've already helped me enough?"

Victor smiled softly in an attempt to dispel my anxiety. He was kind even in a dream.

(Still, it was true I've been performing my duties as a fairytale writer...)

(Little by little, I feel like I'm helping the Crown)

(... but, that's not enough)

I wanted him to need me more. I wanted to be useful... I wanted to get closer.

These feelings welled up in my heart whenever I was with Victor.

Wanting to dote on Victor was more for my own benefit than his.

Victor: "........."

Kate: "I'll do whatever I can, so..."

Victor: "...now now, don't be too hasty saying things like that."

Victor: "Even if I'm just a figment of your imagination."

Victor chided me but then winked playfully.

Victor: "But... if that's what you want, then by all means, feel free to pamper me."

Kate: "Thank you so much...!"

Victor: "Haha, I should be thanking you."

Victor: "Hmm, so you want to pamper me then... but what should I ask you to do?"

Kate: "Would you like to have a nap? You could use my lap as a pillow!"

Victor: "Lap pillow...?"

(Oops, I got carried away and said something weird... offering my lap was a ridiculous idea...)

Kate: "S-sorry, forget what I said..."

Victor: "What a splendid idea, Kate!"

Victor: "I'm tall, so I always look down at you, don't I? It'll be fun to look up for a change."

He did not find it strange and accepted the proposal.

As I sat down in a field of flowers, Victor took off his coat and gently placed his head on my lap.

(It's strange... the touch of Victor's hair and his warmth feel so real)

Kate: "Are you comfortable?"

Victor: "Of course! It's perfect... though isn't my head too heavy?"

Kate: "Not at all, it's very light... Erm, I don't mean that your head is empty or anything like that...!"

Victor: "Haha! Don't worry, Kate!"

Victor: "I know you wouldn't look down like that at anyone... I can see right through you."

Kate: "... thank you."

His words made me happy; I could feel my lips curve into a smile.

Victor, who had been watching me from the lap, reached out and stroked my cheek.

Victor: "Being able to see your happy face at such a close distance... definitely makes me a fan of this position."

Victor: "Thank you for being by my side and always keeping a smile on your face."

His tender touch tickled me, and I returned the favour by combing my hand through his hair.

We continued talking about trifle things, until...

Kate: "....achoo!"

I suddenly felt a chill and let out a small sneeze.

Victor: "Are you feeling chilly? I'd hate for you to catch a cold."

Victor: "Put on my coat for now... I'll get something else to keep you warm."

He stood up in a hurry, intending to leave me.

Kate: "W-wait, please! I'm fine, so stay with me a little longer..."

It was Victor's presence that brought happiness into my dreams.

I felt that the moment he disappeared from view, the dream would end, and I would be back to reality...

I stopped him, wanting to immerse myself in this world a little longer.

Victor: "... then, may I hug you?"

Kate: "Huh...?"

Victor: "There's nothing here that can keep you warm other than me. Kidding --"

Kate: "... is it okay to impose on you this way?"

I was aware I was dreaming, and yet I did feel a bit chilly.

I wanted Victor to stay by my side, and I wanted to stay warm,

His offer satisfied both of those needs... so I gladly accepted it.

Victor: "........."

Hearing my reply, Victor became unusually silent, and then, hesitating, he gently pulled me into his arms.

He wasn't supposed to be real, and yet I could feel his body heat,

my own body, which meant to be cold, gradually started to warm up.

(I don't know why... I feel so calm)

Being held like that by a man made me embarrassed.

But more than that, it was like my body had been waiting for Victor to embrace me for a long time...

It gave me a sense of security—the sensation that I was where I belonged.

Without saying a word, I hugged him back, and his arms, initially hesitant, tightened their grip around me.

Kate: "... I think I like being hugged by you."

I said it without thinking, and then I realized. This was not the reality but the world of dreams.

Kate: "Still... this is my dream and my desire. I'm sorry for making you go out with me..."

I was happy to have my shallow desires fulfilled by the dream Victor...

...yet my happiness rang hollow.

Victor: "... you think so? Maybe this isn't just your wish."

Victor: "I'm sure the real Victor would appreciate it as much."

Wrapped in the arms of an imaginary Victor whose words were kind, just like in reality.

I sincerely hoped that this pleasant dream would last a little longer.

~~~

#ikemen villains #ikevil #victor #ikevil victor #ikevil collection event #fan translation

[positivelybeastly]

Hi!! Is me, Stray! After many a trial and error, I now have an RP blog! Just letting you know I'm here and, uh, favorite music genres & favorite song headcanons for Hank?

Welcome to the roleplaying community! There's always a few ups and downs when you're first getting set up, especially if you've only ever set up the one Tumblr for personal use, but there's always room to learn, and I find that people tend to be generally pretty accommodating if you're as polite as you've been on Anon! If you have any questions about roleplay etiquette or the like, feel free to send another ask or just IM me.

As for favourite music genres and song headcanons for Hank, I generally think he's a pretty open minded fellow? There are a good few bands and types of music we know for certain that he enjoys.

Jocko Homo, by Devo.

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

Chopin's Nocturne.

60s rock! I can see him being a Creedence Clearwater Revival kinda guy.

Acis and Galatea!

The Rolling Stones!

Something you'll often see assumed of Hank is that just because he's a man of the arts, well read, and eloquent, is that he's some kind of music snob, that he only listens to opera, that he only enjoys classical, that he looks down on 'lesser' forms of music. And I honestly just don't believe that would be the case?

Like . . . here's the thing. Hank may talk fancy, but he is still, at best, a middle class farm boy from Illinois. If he has an accent, it's probably closest to a Chicago accent, if he hasn't trained his voice to do something entirely different - he does mention his voice has changed during his feline mutation to a baritone, so it's not out of the question. But he is not (or at least, he should not be) a hoity toity snooty asshole.

This is something even writers often get wrong about him - they assume that he's the smart character, ergo he must be the snooty, elitist character, which is something Ben Percy leans into, but it's not even just him, it's Paul Di Filippo in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #8, too. It becomes an asshole trait, and it's just. Not. Accurate.

Hank likes all kinds of music. In fact, I struggle to think of a kind he's outright stated he hates, though he's been around for 60 years, I'm sure someone can correct me. He's a curious fellow! He likes to explore! He'll consume any media, he quotes 1940s Superman comics, he watches Robin Hood movies with Wonder Man, why in god's name would he be a snob?

As for headcanon? I have tons! I often think, hmm, this feels like a song Hank would like, or a song that feels like a Hank song, when I listen to music, because. You know. Big blue guy's p much always on the brain.

I have a Spotify playlist that I occasionally add to, but currently on there is:

Is She Really Going Out With Him? by Joe Jackson - self deprecating, but also kind of a banger.

Carry on by fun - fun is an amazing band, and I definitely feel the lyricism and scale of their music would appeal to Hank.

Rain on Me by Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande - I don't know if Hank would listen to this, but it has his vibe.

Cells by They Might Be Giants - I'm sorry, but have you fucking heard a band that more encapsulates Hank's personality?

Dr. Wanna Do by Caro Emerald - my old Abigail RP partner used to use this as her ringtone for Hank. I think Hank likes some jazz.

Cure for Me by Aurora - again, not one I think Hank would listen to, but again, it feels like Hank to me.

Very Good Advice by Robert Smith - Hank totally digs new wave and the Cure, and literary references mixed in with that vibe? Totally.

Moonshine by Caravan Palace - this song leads into Lone Digger by the same band, which I put on Dark Beast's playlist, representing the continuity between them. It has the right energy.

There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards by Ian Dury and the Blockheads - songs Hank would sing in the middle of the fight if it weren't full of swearing and comics were allowed to do that.

I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick - he does.

On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz - this just has exactly the right energy.

I Will Dare by The Replacements - "How smart are you? / How dumb am I? / Don't count any of my advice. / Oh, meet me any place or anywhere or anytime / Now I don't care, meet me tonight / If you will dare, I might dare."

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift - another one that doesn't feel quite like something Hank would listen to, but I think we can all relate to this song a little bit (does that make me a basic bitch? Maybe), and some of the lyrics are so awfully Hank. "I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror," like, fuck.

Turning Japanese by The Vapors - Iunno, I just think he'd like it. I often think that if I were gonna make an OG X-Factor movie, this is what would start the movie during a fight scene.

I would also like to give @brw a shoutout for their excellent Hank playlist, which introduced me to, among other things, Touch-Tone Telephone, which feels like Hank's theme song.

Oh, also, The Plastic Age by The Buggles. Hank absolutely loves prog-rock, you know he does. Oh, and showtunes! The man just will not stop singing, in the middle of fights or while being filmed for the nightly news, so he totally vibes with some Broadway. I'd also be lying if I said that Dust and Ashes doesn't feel like a New X-Men Grant Morrison Beast vibe all over. And Hank would love it! A musical based on War and Peace? Sign him the fuck up!

#straysomethinginthewoods #outofmuffins #headcanon

[fic-dumpster]

hii i absolutely love DIH and can you write about them fucking yn for the first time?💕

no pressure, you can ignore if you don’t want to<3

Ty for reading. 😂😂😂 I don’t wanna be rude anon… but I’ve talked about this specific topic like five times. And adding a please wouldn't hurt anyone, yk? 😀

​I’m not mad btw 😅💕 I’m just concerned that ppl jump to askbox without reading rules or scrolling a lil in the tags… pls take care 🫂

#adding the no pressure does not help 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #i feel the pressure #omi.answers #just be more hmm polite when asking writers for something they do for free… #I am addressing this because I HAVE TALKED WITH SO MANY OTHER ANONS ABOUT THE FIRT TIME 😭💕

[maki-matsurra]

If you’re certain! Could I maybe request Wakko and Dot’s reaction to the first ask I sent if that’s alright? And how Yakko feels about them knowing and stuff? There’s like no animaniacs writers on here that I know of and you do a wonderful job anyways!! Thank you!! ❤️

Yeah! Of course!

My new nickname for you Anon is gonna be 🥺Anon cause I like you and how polite you are 🥺❤️😭

So, how would Dot and Wakko react? And how Yakko feels about it? Hmm, I think I can do this!

I’m gonna go ahead and assume you want these as head canons as well ^^

Want to send in a request? Start here!

Wakko and Dot’s Reaction to (Y/N) being Yakko’s Scripted Lover

Woo Boy, if you looked up nosy in the dictionary, these twos faces would pop up.

They were already curious as to why they couldn’t go with Yakko to the office, no matter how much they begged, they couldn’t come. Yakko had to pull the one card he rarely uses.

“Wakko, Dot. Sit and Stay.”

The tone he used was his “father tone”, meaning that there was no arguing with him on this. They whined and did so, waiting for him to come back home.

And once he did, they were even more curious. He came home annoyed, making them ask what was going on, and he just put on a smile and shrugged it off.

“Ahhh…. Don’t worry about it sibs! Just something that came up with season two last minute.”

Okay, now they were officially curious.

Until they met you next day for shooting. Wakko was a little sheepish, but Dot already adored you!

“Another girl on the set? Finally! My prayers have been answered!”

Cue Wakko and Yakko facepalming in the background.

They didn’t really suspect anything was going on between you two until Yakko stopped mid-scene to just stare at you, his face flushed.

They have never seen Yakko act like that to a girl. Never.

Wakko was more of the one to do that, so the younger Warners were going to pull off a Sherlock Holmes and do some investigating.

After shooting, once Yakko asked you to go to a dairy-free ice cream parlor, they begged to come too, and again, Yakko had to pull out his father tone, making the two pout and scowl.

That was until as Yakko turned and walked away, you kneeled down and whispered to them with a smile and a wink.

“What flavors would you guys want? I can bring them to you.”

You got Wakko’s vote immediately.

But they still were gonna do some investigating.

The two started to see Yakko bring you Starbucks, and give you kisses, and hold your waist. They turned to each other and whispered.

“You don’t think…?”

“Of course not! Yakko was never the one to get into a serious relationship… right?”

What shut them up immediately was when he kissed you. Wakko covered his eyes while Dot covered her mouth as they saw from a distance.

They were shocked. Yakko never seriously kissed a girl before. And it was you!

They looked at each other and ran to the water tower.

Oh boy, when Yakko came home and saw that the pair was waiting for him, he became nervous.

“Uhh… Hey sibs! What’s going on! Heh heh!”

“We know about your little *ahem* relationship with (Y/N).”

If his face could get any paler, it would, and he started to sweat.

“O-Oh… and Uhm… how do you feel about it?” He asked nervously, worried his sibs would not like you.

That was his biggest fears. You not liking his sibs or they not liking you.

Wakko and Dot nodded to each other, then grew a great big smile.

“When can she come over?!”

#animaniacs #yakko warner #yakko #dot #wakko #yakko x reader #animaniacs headcanons #animaniacsreboot #Yakko x reader headcanons #Yakko Warner headcanons #matsurrawrites

[spicynamericano]

Perception. - mk lee

sypnosis: you meet a stranger in the park, who helps you prepare for your interview with renowned author, mark lee.

word count: 2.1k

genre: fluff, strangers to friends!au, author!mark x reporter!reader

a/n: i impulsively wrote this in the wee hours of the morning because i can't stop thinking about mark lee and his poems! btw, this is my first time posting an au on this platform, but i do have ongoing twitter fics (written in eng/fil)!

I had just finished my late night shift at the office and was on my way home from work. Being a field reporter is not an easy job. I have to work my butt off to always stay up to date on the latest news and make sure to grab even the rarest exclusives.

I have to travel to basically anywhere, just to gather the most accurate information for the daily primetime news. And even if work is done for the day, I would usually go overtime to make sure no single detail is left out for tomorrow’s reports.

My workplace isn’t that far from home, or what I call home now. Moving into my elder sister’s old apartment was not a hassle. It was actually quite a blessing since I always used to stay over whenever we visited the city. I really thank the heavens that her place was near my workplace. Imagine the struggle of moving in and out from scratch. Actually, I wouldn’t even dare to imagine.

I would usually ride my bike to and from the office, but since I was running a bit late earlier in the morning, I decided to take the bus. Convenience at its finest. But it’s late now. A fifteen minute walk back home won’t hurt, right? Besides, I needed a breather. A walk in the nearby park would suffice.

It’s midnight and of course, the park is empty. Although Seoul is alive 24/7, I really like how some areas still have that laid-back vibe. I walk to the swings and place my bag on the ground. I do wish someone would push me right now. I just wanna be free from all the hectic stuff I’ve been doing lately.

But no, the quick rest I thought of didn’t stop me from going over tomorrow’s duties. I scan my little, brown notepad and check the work I have yet to accomplish. I mostly finished them before I got off work, but there is one more that I needed to do for tomorrow: interview Mr. Mark Lee, the author of the best-selling Late Night Scribbles.

It’s a collection of poems and prose he’s written over the course of five years during his travels to different cities as a renowned travel writer. His travel reviews and recommendations were something I always looked forward to reading. Maybe someday I could go on a stress-free holiday trip thanks to his advice.

I have read his book. For someone who’s trained into more technical writing like me, I could still clearly resonate with most of the poems he’s written. Not too shallow, not too deep. Though you do need to have a sense of literature in order to understand more of his deeper works. He isn’t famous for nothing.

What appalled me though is that he never showed his face to anyone, not even once. Some say he’s actually the main rapper of the world-renowned boy group NCT, since they bear the same name. I think otherwise. Well, it could be, though. Rappers do make their own lines and tell their own stories.

But I don’t think that Mark Lee would be the same person I’d be interviewing tomorrow. It’s weird because I won’t be actually meeting him face to face. He said he’d rather converse through email. Works for me since I don’t have to travel tomorrow. Thank God.

Well, let me tell you a secret. The reason I don’t think author Mark Lee is singer Mark Lee is because singer Mark Lee is actually my childhood best friend. Crazy, huh? I used to live in Vancouver when I was young until my family and I moved back to Korea during my teen years.

I don’t think he remembers me, though. But I do remember him. Our moms were practically best friends. I couldn’t say the same to us, only if he still actually remembers me.

I stretch my arms up high and bend it side to side. God, I need a massage asap. I was about to pick up my bag when a basketball rolled over and hit the tip of my loafers. A man dressed in black waves from the court, signaling to toss the ball to his direction.

I would toss it if I could but I walk over instead. Blame my poor strength and reflexes. And I obviously do not want to embarrass myself. A rough day’s a rough day. I don’t want an addition.

“Uhm, are you looking for this?” I ask the guy, tossing the ball mid-air.

“Yes, thank you…” he pauses. “uh…”

“Oh, it’s (y/n).” I introduced myself, “And you are?”

“Minhyung.”

“Well, you’re welcome, Minhyung. Good luck with your basketball practice!” I gave him a nod before finally turning back to go home.

“Wait!” he calls out. “Do you maybe wanna have a cup of coffee? There’s a nearby convenience store still open. I figured you might need it.”

Was it that obvious? I can’t imagine how stressed I look right now! He has probably seen the dark circles under my eyes. Gross.

I finally turn around and give him a smile, “You know, maybe I do need it. Let’s go?”

This man and I walk to the nearby convenience store just a few meters away from the court. It’s midnight and not many people are here. Well, just exactly like how I want it. The park can actually become full, even until 10 pm. But I guess these people also need some shut-eye. I’m actually surprised this man right here still has some energy left.

I wait outside and sit at the nearest gazebo while he buys instant coffee for the both of us. He arrives with three in hand. Does he like coffee that much?

“You’re really gonna drink two?” I ask him curiously.

“It’s actually for you,” he says as he hands me one of the cups. “I feel like you’re going to be staying up late tonight.”

Well, he’s right. I am gonna be staying up late. I still need to prepare questions for tomorrow’s, or later, rather, interview. I really won’t be getting some sleep tonight. I also need to do research on him too.

“Well, I do have an interview for tomorrow. I still need to prepare as it’s a very important one.”

“With whom, may I ask?”

“Mark Lee, the author. Not the singer.”

“Oh,” he lets out a soft sigh that can be heard, even through his mask. Is he offended that I don’t think author Mark Lee and singer Mark Lee are the same?

“Why do you sound so disappointed?”

“Uh, nothing. I just remembered the book he recently released. Have you read it?”

“Late Night Scribbles?”

“Yes, that!” he answered enthusiastically. Wow, I guess I found a fan right here. He might actually help me with my interview later. I need to grab this chance.

“Do you mind helping me? I’m actually going to interview him about it tomorrow.” I gave him the widest smile, hoping he’d say yes. I normally wouldn’t do this to strangers, especially at night. But I really just need to get this over with.

“Well, as someone who’s a fan of his works. I’d like to give it a try and interpret it,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Just imagine I’m Mark Lee. Shoot your questions.”

“Hmm, I can’t be answering personal questions since you’re not Mark Lee.” I scratch my head. Damn, I can’t think of anything. My brain is not working right now! “But if you were Mark Lee, what would you want to be asked?”

“If I were Mark Lee? Well, rather than asking what my inspiration was behind the works I’ve made, I’d rather be asked on how I tried to convey my thoughts and feelings to this piece of work,” he explained, staring at the night sky.

I followed the direction of his gaze, and he’s looking at Orion, one of the brightest constellations out there. I gaze at it too while waiting for him to continue explaining.

“But isn’t it basically the same as drawing inspiration from something?” I ask profoundly.

“Not really. You can draw inspiration from anything. And you can come up with different outputs based on one inspiration. What’s important is how you’re able to connect the context of what you’re writing to the feelings you want to draw out,” he continues.

“With a single inspiration, I can come up with two completely different works based on how it’s written. The idea may be the same but the context is not.”

“Hmm, care to explain a little further?” I ask politely.

“We can use Black Socks as an example.”

Black socks are underrated

The way they connect the bottom sleeves of

my black sweatpants to my black sneakers

is just perfect

Pleasure from perfect alignment

That also goes for the ability to be parallel

with my thoughts and actions

I try to live out what’s in my mind, and keep

it consistent even when forgotten like a

working habit

A moment to think twice about what

seemed unimportant

Black socks have been making my day

these days and I knew I had to return the

favor by acknowledging them

I throw you in the bin only so that you can

be renewed again

“Black socks, literally an ordinary object that is tossed to the bin right after use. But what caught my eye is his appreciation for this mundane thing.”

“Through his words, you can tell black socks gave him comfort. He used a simple subject to convey his inner thoughts of how every little thing we don’t really recognize can actually be part of our routine, our life,” he said, looking me in the eye seriously.

“He found comfort in the most ordinary things no ordinary person would take notice of.”

Minhyung stands up and stretches his arms. He then continues, “It’s actually cool he shared this piece with us. If I were him, I’d go on and ramble how black socks could ruin my laundry.”

We both chuckle at the thought. It’s true. I hate how some of my black socks actually ruin my laundry. I dread the thought.

“It’s only a matter of perception, (y/n). Sometimes, you have to open your eyes and see, not look. Listen, not hear. Savor, not taste. Feel, not touch.”

“You know, you could actually be Mark Lee himself,” I tease him, “You do know your literature.”

I know he smiled at my remark. I can see his cheekbones rise from the edges of his mask.

“Sometimes, you just have to ask the right questions in order to get the answers you want,” he said teasingly. “You can’t get what you want if you don’t know what you want.”

For a stranger, he’s indeed a good talker. I actually learned so much from our talk tonight.

“Thanks for tonight, Minhyung. I really learned a lot.” I thank him before gulping down the last cup of coffee he bought me. “And thanks for the coffee, by the way! I now have energy to prepare for my interview later.”

“No problem. I’m just glad that I was able to help.”

I stood up from my seat and we both started walking away from the park.

“It’s 1 am. How are you gonna get home, (y/n)?” Minhyung asks worriedly. Yeah, it is pretty late. It’s a good thing I just live near.

“My apartment’s just two blocks away. I can manage,” I say with a smile, a genuine one at that. “How about you?”

“I’ll just grab a cab. Do you mind if I walk you home?” I don’t know why but I felt flustered for a moment. Surprisingly though, I just nodded my head, giving him permission to accompany me home.

We both arrive at the entrance of my apartment building and we say our last goodbyes.

“For a stranger, you really do know how to make people comfy,” I say, crossing my arms and giving him a stare, brows furrowed to tease him.

“Well, that’s just how I am,” he says while giving me a wink. Okay, now he’s flirting. Someone stop him, please. Just kidding.

“By the way, you haven’t taken your mask off the entire time except when drinking coffee. I couldn’t get a good glimpse at you since it was dark,” I explain. It’s true. Add the fact that I’m barely keeping myself awake the whole time. “I might’ve actually thought you’re an idol of some sort. Perhaps, maybe you are Mark Lee.”

“What?” he asks, puzzled and clearly taken aback. “Why’d you think so?”

“Because you share the same name with him.”

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[trulycertain]

fic writer interview

Tagged by @skogrr Thank you very much! It's a while since I've done one of these, and I've missed them.

Name: Tru/"Oi you" Fandoms (that I write for): Dragon Age, mostly. Still the fandom of my heart. Mass Effect, Deus Ex... uh, accidentally GreedFall? I don't know how or when that happened. Two-shot: Hmm... The actual last two-shot I wrote was Terms & Conditions, a very silly Dorian/Inquisitor modern AU where Gal is the guy Dorian hires to stop his late father's house falling apart. Recently? I suspect that's going to be Driftwood, which can stand on its own as a sort of weird post-canon first-meeting AU, but is trying to tempt me to continue it. (Vasco ends up going looking for Tír Fradí, which has disappeared - and finds it. He also finds De Sardet as a highly avoidant tree god of the island, post-Bad Ending, who transformed against her will. And he ends up falling in love with her anyway.) Weird tree gods! Pining by literal pine! An eventual happy ending! More grumpy commentary by Vasco!

Most popular multi-chapter: Either An Unquenchable Flame or Distraction, probably - both juggernaut pairings, the former close to the game's release and the latter with some fancy forbidden romance, so not so surprising. But surprisingly, Prague, 10:42 PM has done really well, considering it's for a small fandom (Deus Ex) and a rarepair age/rank-difference pairing that I thought would be a one-off experiment? I get it, guys. I like sad repressed stoics too.

Actual worst part of writing: Editing - which can be fun, but that "over and over" stage when you're about to post, especially in a longfic if you fear you've lost the spirit of the thing and the character voices and you can't see the wood for the trees. And when I have to remove a whole scene which Jenga-unbalances the fic, and then I have to redux from the top. Basically, most things to do with pacing. How you choose your titles: I like double-meanings and one word titles. If that fails: quote from a song. If that fails: quote from poetry, but very rarely. Do you outline: Only a little. A bulletpointed list of events or noted-down major lines of dialogue, that's usually it.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: Uh... oh god. I blame so many people for some of these.

Post-Destroy ending where John is attempting to build a shed on Rannoch because that's the kind of thing retired people do, right? and Tali is far better at it than him, and it's just... disgusting fluff.

Actually, just reduxing the early John/Tali stuff with a bit more nuance and a stronger style.

Eva and Kaidan, and their mutually wary first meeting. ("Wow, that's a lot of pomade." "Wow, that's a lot of death-glare.")

AU where Gal and Dorian never met in DAI, and after everything went down, Gal tried to fade into the shadows and leave. He ended up working in Tevinter as an occasional informant/odd-jobs guy the way he was pre-Inquisition. He ends up being a gardener for a bitter, wry magister who seems to hate the entire Magisterium, has recently lost his father to political scheming and murder, and wants to take down the entirety of the remaining Venatori with one staff and maybe his teeth if he has to (hi, Dorian). But first, Dorian's going to drink his own body weight in whiskey and be a recluse for a while and start thinking about time magic again. Gal is trying to keep his head down and should definitely not be falling in love with said magister. Who's someday going to end up at one of the more southerly ports, come across a statue of the great Inquisitor, and go, Oh.

Stuff on Jensen's PT and rebuilding himself post-augs. More of Proprioception, basically.

Mer-AU where Marie De Sardet is still a diplomat attempting to make new connections, just not a human one, and it's a disaster. An awkward disaster. Highlights include her being framed as the beast trying to drown their best captain; her attempting to wobble about on brand-new legs and Vasco's coat while everyone assumes the dear captain has had a few too many; her asking Vasco if his "fascinating markings" glow; them getting into a duel, and her (fondly) getting punted off the side of the ship going "Woo-hoo." OK, I wrote a bit of that, but only a 1k doodle I'll probably never return to.

Non-Naut court AU where Marie gets promised to Bastien D'Arcy, because he's a bit of a layabout but he's also rich, popular at court, and amenable to bribe - [cough] suggestion, and the D'Arcys have prominent trading links with the Alliance. Instead she falls for his far less of a social butterfly, tired, worried-numbers-guy brother Léandre, who's pretty damn uncomfortable around Nauts because he's well aware he nearly got sold to them and he is not the favourite.

Straight-up role-reversal AU (another thing where I've put down 1k that I'll probably never return to), where Marie's Naut name is Paz, and she's a fed-up second-mate who's tired of noble idiots and feels a little strange and conflicted about her mark (and has context for it, because they make frequent crossings to Tír Fradí). Also a little more jaded, without the love of her mother, and not nearly as much of a tryhard as Vasco in canon; she ended up here because she had nowhere else to go and the Nauts were like "Ooh, free kid," and she's well aware. She gets stuck escorting the D'Arcy brothers to Tír Fradí for their new venture and is not looking forward to it. Except one of them is intensely bright and wry and keeps asking questions about the ship and noticing shit he is definitely not meant to notice, and they keep ending up in strange conversations, even if he seems really, really wary and uncomfortable about Nauts.

Some vague stuff about Vasco's thoughts on Jonas and that whole side quest, considering he's also a sea-given and implies sea-given take some shit in the Nauts, and also how damn difficult it must be watching a sea-given's parents endeavour to get their kid back when he knows full well his didn't do that for him.

Actually, just more Vasco POV in general, even though he's damn hard to nail down. I've written much pining for him from Marie's perspective, and I'd like to try things from the opposite. This guy's idea of wooing someone perfectly normally is to panic and then recite Baroque poetry. You know he's sappy as hell in the privacy of his own head, even if he's trying not to be.

Jean and Síora having the "I'm a sad healer who just lost my mother and I'm trying so hard not to crumble under the weight of assisting the leader" mutual talk way too late at night around the campfire and maybe him crying on her shoulder a little, with mutual kindness and the beginnings of attraction, and her finally getting past his jokey-smug facade to understand him.

More stuff about Jean's past in general, and how he wanted to be a doctor before he was dragged away from it by looking after Constantin and being nobility.

Síora and Eseld and the ways they changed over the years; something like an exploration of grief and growing her own will and the ways they very differently view the renaigse. Also maybe more about the en ol menawi magic, if I can worldbuild well enough?

I'd also love to do a GreedFall soulmark AU - it's generally not my kind of trope, I'm not into biological determinism type tropes - just because names and aliases and assumed identities are such a mess in GreedFall and it's a repeated plot point. That said, I feel like it's been done so beautifully in this fandom before that I wouldn't have much to add.

Callouts @ me: So. Many. Commas. So much over-explaining everything. If they get out of the car, your readers do not need a five-page manual of "and then he undid his seatbelt and leaned over to grasp the door handle, and then pulled it, and then stepped a foot out before he almost thought better of it - but no, he was going to get out of this car. The other foot joined the first, and he nearly banged his head on the doorframe."

Best writing traits: People say I have a head for finding small-but-important moments. I'm also told I write likeable protags. People have more than once said my writing makes them feel safe or makes them smile, and I really couldn't ask for more than that. I'll take those.

Spicy tangential opinion: I don't think I have any, really? Oh god, that makes me sound so very boring. Oh! Um. There should be more tree body horror in fandom. And body horror in general. *thumbsup*

No pressure tagging: @artemis-crimson, @eridanidreams,@rainypixel, @aphreal42.

#tru talks #memes #long post

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 1 - Haruna Fuuka files lawsuit against internet slanderers

*with Kaoru (K), Joe (J), Tasai (T) , who is a journalist writing for the newspaper Tokyo Sports, and Kami/god.*

Kaoru: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru. Have you heard of 'The Freedom of Expression' somewhere before?

Joe, Tasai : *noding*

K: I've a feeling we've done this before...

J: Thats right, yes...Its not a feeling, we actually did.

K: We are reviving the show we did on the radio station InterFM from 2015-16, on youtube this time.

J: Awesome

*applause*

J: I was really happy when I was first told about the revival.

K: I was also surprised *laughs*

J: Its not that you were made to revive the show though, right Kaoru?

K: The suggestion just came at me.

J: Oh really, like 'How about it?'

K: Like, 'Wanna tryy?' 1*

J: Ah, in a Kansai accent?

K:Yes yes

J: Like, 'Lets tryyy'..kind of thing...it started like that *laughs*

K: Yep

J: We did quite a lot (on InterFM). We even did a special edition

K, T : Yes, we did

J: We even made stickers

K: Brazil!

J:Yes

T: Ah, the live broadcast..at the Olympics

J: It was Dobashi san...Bishbash Dobashi san.

T: It would be good if we could do another live broadcast at this year's Tokyo Olympics.

J: On this You tube channel?

T: Yes *laughs*

J: A live broadcast might be a bit difficult legally, as for the Olymipcs *T laughs*

K: Um, thats *shhh*

J: Oh, its a secret!' *K laughing*  Maybe if were are asked by Tokyo Sports..?

K: Yes yes...So, as to the freedom of expression... 

Kami/god: Wait, wait, wait..I've come down too.

J: Oh, Kami?

K: He's saying it from himself *laughs*..I thought he would come if we beckoned him though.

J: Thats what usually happened. He was the kind of god that would come down after we called him, but now a god that comes down on his own accord.

K: Wasn't he like that before too? Should we keep him in reseve a bit more?

J: He'll want to appear, we can't help it?

Kami: You were forgetting about me!

K: We are not forgetting you!

Kami: You musn't forget your god!

*laughing*

T: We are not forgetting you!

Kami: Its not good!

J: You are always in our hearts.

T: Yes, he is.

Kami: Yes, thats it..you have to think like that.

J: But, you are not in the studio today, kami?

Kami: Oh..um, im just getting off a night shift..

J: A night shift?!

K: Ah, but it was like that before..

Kami: Right.

J: You are doing night shift work again? *Tasai laughs*

Kami: yes, thats right.

K: That was a while ago wasn't it, how many years ago?

J: Oh, is this the night shift season?

Kami: No, its..

T: You worked for ￥1000 per hour right?

Kami: Yes, yes...my hourly rate has risen a bit though. They were telling me 'Take a rest, take a rest', so my income dropped.

J: Ahh, its what they called a 'reformed working style', right?

Kami: Right

J: Its tough for you too, Kami.

Kami: *laughs* Yes it is.

K: He's the same as ever...  so lets get started.

J, T: Please

K: Ah, by the way, Tasai san, as well as Bishbashi Dohashi san, wasn't there another person before (at InterFM)?

T: Yes..a beastly guy *K laughs* An old aquaintance of the listeners', a guy called Monster Hiranabe.

J: Its a strange story, but once when a certain celebrity died, Hiranabe-san called me up, and asked me if I had known the deceased guy...as soon as I said that I hadn't known him very well, he hung up on me straight away!

T: Thats awful!

J: He is awful

T: This very guy, Hiranabe, even got a promotion from the manager.

J: Eh? Promoted to what?!

T: To Director

J:Eh?! Really?

K: Is that okay??

J: No, it'll be terrible!

K: Right, lets move onto the main news...I'd like to get deeper into the concept of 'The Freedom of Expression'.

J: Right, so Haruna Fuuka has filed a lawsuit againts those who engage in 'internet slander'.

A tweet stated 'Both her parents created a failure'.

On Jan 14th, 18 year old Haruna and her mother filed a lawsuit at Yokohama district court demanding ￥2,654,000 in damages from a person engaged in spreading falsehoods which have damaged her dignity.

On the acknowledgement that these tweets went beyond what was deemed acceptable by society at large, on Nov 1st the internet provider was ordered to make public the persons name and address etc.

Haruna has been tweeting since the age of 9, giving her opinion at random about society's problems, and creating a stir. She now has over 200,000 followers and is fighting 10 years of slander. Kaoru, what do you think about this?

K: Well..I mean, naturally, you'd feel like that..

J: Hmm, but I don't know the details but..the name of the defendant has been withheld...well, its a common problem that as a person speaking in the public eye, you are going to get criticism along with praise...like a 'fame tax'.  That said, how far do you go before honour is damaged? On SNS, you are of course free to express yourself, you can write what you want, but the issue is what constitutes damage to honour. This might be a very difficult area in which to draw a legal line, but on the other hand, if you don't draw a legal line, things may escalate out of control...Kaoru, what do you think?

K: Well for example, if banter between friends is written down...controlling that...Its best not to look at whats written in the first place.

J: Ah, the person in question right? By the way Kaoru, its a strange question, but do you search for yourself online?

K: No, not really. I hear things, the office staff will tell me.

J: Oh, if anything is being said?

T: In the world of fame its quite true, that even if 98 or 99 opinions out of 100 are good, the one negative thing will stand out.

K: Well, yes, its the bad things that..

J: On the other hand, from the writers'  perspective at Tokyo Sports, how far are you willing to slander someone? You could write an article in a good or bad way..

T: Of course balance is important, but of course, if the courts want to complain to us, they can call us, and start an exchange, but in the case of slanders on the internet, its like, who do you complain to? So, if you ask celebrities, they will say Tokyo Sports slander is better than anonymous online slander because at least they can complain to our face.

J: Mm, absolutely. Just how far do we protect these tweets, these freedoms of expression? Its difficult.

K: Are these really 'expressions'?

J: Well, esentially, yes. When you say 'tweets' you think of nonsense, but really its media expressing things, or artists expressing things..

K: Yes, yes, you can get a sense of individual expression.

J: And this especially has the power to influence...

K: Yes, and people get swept up in it.

J: I think this is universal, but at the moment I think Japan is bit like a geyser, people will rush towards any incident and some will start complaining, I mean, I think its important to say what you feel, but its complaining without trying to solve anything, only satisfying yourself.

K: Thats it

J: Its sounds strange to say, but it ends like masturbation. If it turns into something towards a soloution its ok, but just creating thoughtless slander to satisfy yourself is questionable.

K: So its often said, if you continue the conversation only looking at the bad things, it can't be helped. There are also good people out there..you know, put more importance on those people. How to put it...its like we said before, if you focus too much on that one out of a hundred, its kind of rude to the other 99.

J: I see. Still this person has over 200,000 followers and its said she has been fighting slander for ten years.

T: She's always been a bit of a talking point online. I'll just search for her.

J: I also have Instagram, I do stuff to do with societal problems on The Dave Fromm show's youtube channel, and whenever I upload about it (on IG), my followers decrease!  *everyone laughs* Outrageously decrease! Im serious, despite getting so far, that channel updates every week, and with every update my followers decrease. Maybe people hate reading about societal problems..*to Tasai* What did you find?

T: So for example there was that thing recently about regulating gamers to 60mins per session, she had quite a few things to say about that, playing vs learning etc.

J: I see..Young people do complain, well you can't really tell here, but on the other hand, young people these days, i know they would hate us old guys talking about this, but young people apparently have three main taboos. The first is talking about sex, they dont follow this, the second is politics, they don't follow this either, and the other one is, they don't like being made to talk about the kind of things that they really need to be talking about...there seems to be this kind of trend. So i think in this way...theres a chance Haruna is getting right to the point of this. But certainly, applying the law in a way that recognises infringement/damage to honour by way of personal utterances has the potential to lead to restrictions on the freedom of expression. Its a difficult play off, isnt it?

T: Yes, it really is

J: Obviously, when it comes to race, or racial discrimination, there has come to be rules concerning hate speech and so on, but how far can you regulate one-to-one slandering, or..how far can you protect the person being attacked? Should the country or the judiciary decide this? Its difficult.

K: Kami, what do you think? Are you there?

Kami: Well, I hear slanders towards me all the time *everyone laughs* Like, god tells lies, god is useless, or even that there is no such thing as god!

J: Ahh, i see. They deny you!

Kami: Yes, thats it. If I care about those things, I lose!

J: Do you search for yourself online?

Kami: I do. *everyone laughs* ..and whenever I do its only ever those things that come up.

J: Ah of course...Kami, you have an exceptionally good handle on social media  dont you?

T: He's great

Kami: Ive got a good handle on it.

J: Do you use an iphone?

Kami: I have two.

J: God has two iphones! Thats brilliant.

Kami: Yep, I have two...im not allowed to use them while im working.

T: Does he have a contract? With his address and such?

J: I can't tell whether he's great, or whether he's not so great...

Kami: If i care, I lose...I prefer them to hate me, rather than to be indifferent to me.

K: Kami, what do you think about playing computer games for one hour?

Kami: If the kid is good at it, they should keep doing it.

T: I see, i see.

J: Ohh not sure about that. That seems a bit out.

Kami: No, i really think so. Skilled kids can carry on playing.

K: Should unskilled ones give up?

Kami: Yes, they shouldn't do it...When they play all day, and they just can't clear the level..that kind of kid.

K: Its a waste of time right?

Kami: Exactly, its a waste.

J: They should do something else?

Kami: Yes

K: You should quit if you have no talent for it?

Kami: Yes, yes, its talent.

J: Well, just getting off a nightshift must be tiring.

K: For us too, you know, we should try not to say 'stop it' too quickly...we have to keep it interesting.

Kami: It was interesting though, I was listening.

T: Oh thank you.

Kami: But don't tell lies about me.

T: If you thought it was interesting, you should write about it on your social media.

Kami: Yeh, everyone pretends on social media anyway, they won't know its me.

K: Well, that was the first episode of 'The Freedom of Expression' but, should I ask how it was..? *laughs*

J: But, being together again after a while was refreshing..

K,T: Yes, thats right

T: Im happy.

J: So am I.

K: Well, so we started in this vein....Tune in next time to see how it goes.  So this time, only this camera, theres nothing here *gestures behind*, but if lots of people watch, we could go different places, increase our cameras. I still don't know about your fee, Joe.

J: Eh?! What do you mean? It says here my fee will stay the same!

K: I might have to lower it *laughs*

J: *coughs* You're only lowering mine?...But everyone please subscribe.

K: Yes please. Please look forward to next time. Thank you very much.

1* They are saying 'How about this?' in a Kansai accent, how to translate that??

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #kaoru #薫 #tfoe #tfoe01

[vampiregirl1797]

When Your Soulmate Walks into a Club

Lucifer Morningstar x female soulmate reader

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Summary: Y/N is befriended by Maze, and after a few months finds herself helping her new demon friend out with bartending. This is how she meets him, Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Of course, she already knows the truth of his identity, and finds herself becoming entangled in a discussion with the devil that has him in awe of Maze’s new friend. Before they part, Lucifer sees a name he hasn’t gone by in centuries tattooed on her wrist: Samael. When he learns her name, he knows he’s just met his soulmate. But she remains unaware. Will Lucifer tell her the truth?

 I shook my head in amusement at Maze’s antics as she growled at yet another sweaty man who’d hit on her in the past five minutes. How any of them thought that pig-headed comments, and sexual promises that none of them looked like they had the stamina to live up to would entice my demon friend was beyond me.

 ‘How many more have to hit on you before you transform and scare them so bad that they pee themselves?’ I asked with mirth.

 The demon beauty rolled her eyes, but a small smile revealed itself on her lips, assuring me that I’d cooled her irritation at least a little.

 ‘The risk will become a lot higher if the new girl that Lucifer hired doesn’t show up for her shift and take some of the sexual objectification off me.’ She muttered, taking the quiet moment to restock some of the glasses and wipe down the spillages off the bar.

‘Don’t worry, if the new unreliable bartender your boss hired doesn’t show, I can help out. I’m only here to hang out with you anyway,’ I said, leaning forward on the bar so she could still hear me as she moved to check the what bottles needed restocking behind her.

 ‘You are wonderful.’ Maze said, offering me a rare sincere smile as she turned around, allowing me to see her rolling her eyes, ‘I don’t know when Lucifer is going to learn his lesson. This will be the fourth girl he’s hired who hasn’t bothered to show up. At this rate, I should hire you, you work here just as much as I do.’

 ‘You know I don’t mind helping out when I can.’ I checked the time and realised that I had time to go to the bathroom before the night rush arrived, ‘give me five minutes to go to the restroom and I’ll be back.’

 She only nodded, distracted by a woman wanting to buy a round of drinks for herself and her friends.

 Maze and I had been friends for a few months now. I met her after I’d moved to L.A. I’d been living here for about three months, and as I worked as a freelance writer it meant that I spent most of my time working from home. So, I hadn’t had the chance to make any friends, and I was feeling a little lonely. Somehow I found myself wondering into Lux, sitting at the bar, and receiving a lot of free drinks because Maze said seeing my depressed expression was making her “want to punch” or “throw up.” So she settled for getting me drunk to make me happier, and took the time to listen to my drunken, lonely ramblings when most of the crowd had cleared out. I listened to her complain about her boss’ neglectful behaviour towards his duties—at the time I thought she meant as the manager of Lux, but I’d come to learn later that she was talking about his duties as the devil.

 Maze had told me about her true form after a month of friendship, though to be fair, she had made a lot of references to hell but I hadn’t taken them at face value until she’d transformed in front of me. After that had happened, and I’d gotten over the shock of what I’d seen, I listened as she explained everything to me. How she was a demon, who’d followed Lucifer, the devil, through the gates of hell and found herself in L.A. She’d been surprised at how well I’d taken it, but Maze had been a good friend to me, and the fact that she was something I’d thought was mythical until I’d met her, wasn’t going to change her importance in my life. Despite all of this, I hadn’t met the infamous Lucifer, but with what Maze had told me about his womanizer ways, I wasn’t in a hurry to.

 I shook myself out of my thoughts as I washed my hands in the sink. Once they were dry, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail using the hair tie on my wrist before heading back to the bar. I quickened my pace when I noticed the crowd that was starting to grow around the bar, like bees returning back to their nest.

 ‘I’m here.’ I shouted out, smiling when I noticed Maze’s shoulders relax slightly.

 The next six hours passed in a rush of orders, a blur of faces and a drunken slur of sexual comments from men and a few women. Maze and I shared a shot of tequila when the crowd filled down to the last few customers.

 ‘It’s getting busier and busier. Which is good for the boss, but not so good for those responsible for making sure everyone gets served.’ I sighed, taking a huge gulp of the ice water I’d just poured myself.

 ‘Tell me about it.’ Maze muttered, shaking her head, anger present on her face.

 ‘You know, if you were serious about me working here, I wouldn’t mind taking you up on the offer.’ I slid on top of the bar, my front facing Maze who was stood behind it, counting the money in the register.

 ‘Really? What about your other job?’ She asked, shooting someone approaching the bar a dirty look—I didn’t bother to turn to see who it was, Maze was scary when she wanted to be, so he or she wouldn’t approach unless they had a death wish.

 ‘I usually work on that during the day, so working here at night wouldn’t be a problem for me if you need the help.’

 ‘That would be amazing. Thank you, Y/N.’ She glared at someone over my shoulder.

 ‘No problem.’

 ‘I’m gonna go put this money in the safe.’ She said, abruptly taking the cash and storming off towards the back room where the safe was held.

 I shuffled off the bar, about to start to collect the glasses that people had abandoned on various flat surfaces throughout the club, when I realised there was someone standing and waiting to be served. I had to force my expression to remain blank, but on the inside I was taken aback by how attractive he was. He was wearing a black suit, sans tie, with a crisp white shirt that seemed to make his brown eyes pop against his olive complexion. His brown hair looked soft and I had to force the mental image of running my fingers through his hair from my brain before it could show on my face. He was smirking at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, and I cleared my throat to speak before the pick up line could come out of his mouth.

 ‘What can I get you?’ I asked, happy with how steady my voice was.

 ‘Well, love, I wouldn’t mind a drink of you,’ his eyes travelled over me slowly, lingering on my breasts, ‘you look absolutely delicious.’

 ‘Well I am not on the menu, so please order a beverage I would be willing to serve you, or leave.’ I said, my tone firm.

 ‘Forgive my brash behaviour, darling.’ His eyes seemed to sparkle with mirth as he tapped his fingers on the bar, ‘I’ll have a double bourbon please.’

 I nodded, grabbing a glass and pouring the drink, ‘do you want ice?’ I asked over my shoulder.

 ‘No, thank you.’

 I turned around and shot him a look when I caught him staring at my ass.

 ‘Listen, it’s not gonna happen, so if you wanna keep receiving drinks free from something other than the drink you ordered, you’re gonna wanna stop undressing me with your eyes.’ I cocked my brow and slid his drink over to him.

 I bit back a smile at the surprise that formed on his face before mirth took over and he laughed loud enough for me to hear over the music that was playing in the background. The sound was warm, delighted and as much as I hated to admit it… contagious. I bent over to pick up the bowl used to collect glasses, and got on with my task—mostly to hide grin on my face. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked around the club, collecting the stray dishes and politely reminding customers that we were closing soon. By the time they were collected, everyone but sexy suit was gone. I reminded him, just like everyone else, but he just smirked and continued to sip his drink at an annoyingly slow pace. I rolled my eyes and started to load the dishwasher, promising myself that if he wasn’t gone by the time I was done, I was kicking him out either way.

 ‘So, darling, tell me what’s your name?’ He asked, and I couldn’t help but wonder how he could make such a simple sentence sound so seductive.

 ‘Jasmine,’ I said, bending over to carefully place some wine glasses in the bottom rack.

 ‘Hmm… Something tells me you’re not being honest.’ He said, a disapproving lilt to his tone.

 ‘Well I’ve learned not to give my real name to horny guys in clubs.’ I shot him a sarcastic smile before returning to my task, ‘it makes men think that you want them to look you up, call you a hundred times a day with sexually repulsive comments that they think makes them irresistible.’

 ‘Sounds like I’ve hit a nerve.’ He sounded less disapproving now, and more understanding, ‘though I assure you my interest was partially professional.’

 ‘I am not a stripper, or a prostitute.’ I said, my tone clearly frustrated. You’d be surprised at how often men in L.A. thought women were for hire.

 ‘Oh darling, I didn’t think you were.’ I turned to face him and relaxed at the sincerity in his expression, ‘I was merely wondering who you were, seeing as you’re not the bartender I hired to start tonight.’

 That made me pause. Not the bartender he hired? That meant this was Lucifer, Maze’s boss who was also the devil. I pursed my lips, giving him another glance over. I suppose it made sense for the devil to be so sexy, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to dabble with their darkest desires if the guy asking looked like that?

 ‘Excuse me, I’m not sure how I feel about you sexually objectifying me so openly,’ his teasing tone snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see the dark smirk on his face, ‘actually, yes I am, I love it—please continue.’ He winked.

 I rolled my eyes, ‘I wasn’t mentally undressing you, but I was just questioning my lack of surprise at the devil being so attractive.’

 He blinked in surprise for a moment, before his signature smirk appeared. Although, he seemed delighted this time.

 ‘You know, despite my sincerity over the topic, most don’t believe that I am who I say I am.’ He said, leaning further forward on the bar. I stayed where I was, leaning against the back counter with my arms crossed over my chest.

 ‘That’s because most humans are ignorant to the existence of entities and beings that are more powerful than them. That, and your existence adheres to another world that most people aren’t willing to accept exists.’ I shrugged as if it were obvious, which to me it was. Just because I was more open minded than most, I couldn’t deny that I understood the simplicity of ignorance.

 ‘You’re an interesting little thing, aren’t you?’ he said. I didn’t know what it was, but something in his tone made me want to squirm.

 ‘Do you do that all the time, or am I just special?’ I sighed, pulling the hair tie out of my hair and putting it back around my wrist. I ran my fingers through my hair, holding back a groan of pleasure at the feeling after having it tied up for so long.

 ‘Do what?’ he asked. I didn’t notice the way his eyes lingered on my hair, or how my expression relaxed now my hair was free and no longer giving me headache.

 ‘Put a sexual implication behind everything you say?’ I clarified, genuinely curious. I took his empty glass and moved to refill it, continuing the conversation as I did, ‘I mean, is that a devil thing or a Lucifer thing?’

 His head tilted to the side in what appeared to be amused confusion, ‘well I’m both of those titles, so I’m not sure I know what you mean.’

 I laughed, conceding that he had a point, ‘I mean that everyone has aspects that make up their personality. The devil is a part of who you are, but in some ways isn’t it a separate person all together? I mean there has to be things that you had to do as the devil that you didn’t necessarily enjoy, or even want to do, but you have to because it’s expected of you, right? At least when you were in hell punishing people for their sins.’ I attempted to explain, my attention on pouring some water for myself as I spoke, having already handed him his drink, ‘so… is you putting sexual implications behind everything you say because you, Lucifer Morningstar, are a sexual person, or because you think it’s expected of you as the devil? Because I’d imagine it’s hard to separate, seeing as you were Lucifer before you were the devil, but then you’ve been the devil for so long too, so it’s understandable that those different parts of you would merge and intermingle to a point that a whole new you, a whole new Lucifer is created. Am I making any sense?’

 I took a sip of my water and finally looked at him—I couldn’t hold back a blush at the look of awe that was on his face. I cleared my throat and placed my glass onto the bar, idly wondering when I’d moved closer to him as I tried not to spill my drink with my suddenly shaking hand.

 ‘Did I say something wrong?’ I asked, my forehead wrinkling in concern.

 He cleared his throat, ‘no, you didn’t, I’m just surprised.’

 ‘At my ability to blabber about something that absolutely none of my business?’ I chuckled, hoping he wasn’t offended, ‘just tell me to shut up, it’s fine.’

 ‘No, no, I admire your honesty, actually. I was just taken aback by your understanding.’ He admitted quietly.

 ‘How do you mean?’ I frowned, taking another drink of my water.

 ‘Most people immediately dismiss the devil as evil and as someone who delights in the pain and misfortune of others.’ He explained.

 I felt myself soften at the vulnerable look on his face, and had to stop myself from climbing over the bar and onto his lap to hug him. Instead I settled for placing my hand gently on top of the one he was staring it. I offered him a soft smile when he looked up to meet my gaze.

 ‘Those people probably haven’t been educated about the true story. Most people just hear God and associate it with heaven, and hear Devil and immediately think of Hell.’ I looked down at my hand on top of his is I thought, ‘if they knew the real story, I’m sure they’d think differently. And if they still didn’t, will then that’s their own stupidity and ignorance holding them back from empathy and understanding.’

 He chuckled and I was pleased to see the despair disappear from his expression to be replaced with mirth. I slowly withdrew my hand, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but I couldn’t deny that I missed his warmth when I started polishing glasses.

 ‘You, my dear are…’ he trailed off and I offered him a look when he didn’t continue. He simply chuckled and asked, ‘so are you going to tell me your name?’

 ‘Y/N Y/L/N.’

 His eyes sparkled and his grin became less seductive and more… happy. So happy, that I couldn’t help but be dazzled by his genuine beauty for a moment, before I became confused.

 ‘Lucifer Morningstar, pleased to meet you.’ He held out his hand and I offered him my own, fighting the urge to close my eyes at his warm touch. But I startled when he flipped my arm so he could read the inside of my wrist, where my soulmate tattoo was.

 Samael.

 His expression gave nothing away, but he ran his thumb gently over it before releasing me and downing the rest of his drink.

 I opened my mouth, but he cut me off before I could speak, which I was actually relieved about, because I didn’t have a clue what was going to come out of my mouth.

 ‘It’s been a pleasure, Y/N. I’ll be seeing you around darling.’ He offered me a smile that made my breath catch and then he was gone.

 ‘Y/N?’ Maze’s voice snapped me out of the staring contest I was having with the chair he’d been sitting in, ‘what happened?’

 ‘I, ugh, just met Lucifer.’ I said, my voice sounding more sure than I was.

 /Three Months Later/

 ‘Is Lucifer here?’ I looked over to see a slender blonde woman with blue eyes. She was dressed in a dark blue pantsuit with a pale pink blouse. I wondered if it was just me who could tell she was a cop with a glance. This must be the infamous Chloe Decker.

 ‘Haven’t seen him, but you’re more than welcome to wait in the V.I.P booth. He’s the only one that uses it and you’re less likely to get groped over there.’ I told her, pouring her an ice water and tying a plastic golden coloured bracelet around her wrist. Lucifer was the only one allowed in there without a wristband, seeing as he owned the club and the bouncers knew his face by now.

 ‘That would be great, thanks.’ She said, clearly taken aback by my kindness.

 I gestured the bouncer, Eric, over and had him escort her to the booth. It was pretty packed tonight, and it was easier for a six-foot Caucasian man to wade through the crowd than it would be for her.

 ‘Just give me a wave if you need a refill on your water and I’ll have someone bring one over to you.’ I smiled and offered a wave as she was led away.

 ‘I don’t like her.’ Maze’s blunt voice sounded in my ear. I turned my head, unsurprised to see her standing right next to me.

 ‘Why?’ I wondered, continuing the conversation as I served a few other customers.

 ‘Because, she has Lucifer walking on egg shells to prove to her that he is who he says he is.’ Maze said, her voice cracking like a whip through the air, ‘she’s seen time stop, him throw someone through a glass pane with minimal effort and saw him walk away from a mad man with a gun unscathed. Why should he have to preform like a show pony to get her to accept the truth?’

 ‘He shouldn’t.’ I agreed with her, not liking detective Decker for that reason myself, ‘but he’ll only stop when and if he decides that he doesn’t need her validation.’

 ‘What do you mean?’ Maze asked, tossing me a bottle of tequila that I caught without looking.

 ‘I mean that she’s not the first to not believe him and he’s not cared with all those other people. So until he realizes he doesn’t need Chloe’s belief to validate who he is, he’s gonna carry on dancing like a show monkey for her.’

 ‘You’re right.’ Maze didn’t sound happy about it, ‘it’s just annoying. He was the devil before he met her, just because she won’t accept the truth, it doesn’t mean he’s not the ruler of the underworld anymore.’

 I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration, ‘am I the only one seeing the obvious here?’

 ‘Go on, tell me,’ she winked.

 ‘We both know there is one way he could convince her that she wouldn’t be able to dispute.’ I tossed her a bottle of vodka that she caught expertly, ‘the fact that he’s done just about everything else to convince her tells us what?’

 ‘Can you just tell me? I’d prefer if I didn’t have to think.’ She sighed.

 ‘He’s scared that he’s going to chase her away if he shows her his other form.’ I said, trying to keep the sadness from my tone, ‘he likes her.’

 Maze didn’t reply and I figured that meant that she wasn’t interested in the conversation topic anymore. So I carried on serving customers with a forced smile, trying to hold onto my patience with the drunken sleazy customers. Thankfully the night passed by rather quickly, and I managed it without staring at Chloe and Lucifer talking cozily in his V.I.P booth. Honestly, why was he so interested in her anyway? She was never going to be able to accept him for who he was, and he deserved someone that could do that.

 It was later, when we reached 2am, and we’d just kicked out the last customers—aside from Lucifer and Chloe who were still whispering in his booth—that I realized Maze had been interested in the topic, she was just waiting until she could grill me properly.

 ‘You like Lucifer.’ She said bluntly—typical Maze fashion.

 Caught off guard by her statement, the glass I’d been holding dropped to the floor with a crash as I squeaked, rather loudly, ‘what?’

 ‘Everything okay, darling?’ Lucifer asked, making my face colour a deep red. Thankfully, he couldn’t see it as I was behind the bar, gingerly picking up the pieces of broken glass, whilst ignoring the demon’s victorious smirk.

 ‘I’m fantastic, thanks Lucifer.’ I sighed, my tone less bright than I would’ve liked.

 ‘Well, that confirms what I already suspected.’ Maze grinned.

 ‘Fine, you’re right.’ I stood up, tossing the broken glass in the recycling bin, fighting the urge to look over into his booth, ‘but what does it matter? He’s infatuated with the cop.’

 ‘You’re an idiot.’ She shook her head and wondered off to collect glasses.

 I rolled my eyes, but was unable to hold back the fond smile that formed on my lips as I started counting up the cash. I’d just come up with my total when I noticed a certain blonde finally leaving the club.

 ‘What’s the matter darling?’ I jumped when I heard his voice right behind me and spun around, my hand going to my heart in an attempt to calm the racing beat.

 ‘You mean other than you scaring me to death?’ I questioned sarcastically, casually stepping around him and bagging up the money from tonight.

 ‘Don’t be so dramatic,’ he chuckled, leaning on the bar next to where I was working, ‘now what’s gotten you looking so forlorn?’

 ‘It’s nothing.’ I waved him off, surprised when he started to follow me to the safe, ‘how was your night?’

 ‘Dreadfully dull I’m afraid.’ He said, holding the door for the backroom open for me and winking when I smiled gratefully.

 ‘You looked like you were having a good time.’ I mumbled, annoyed at my inability to keep the sadness from my tone.

 He seemed oblivious to my tone however, ‘not really. Just going over the details of the latest murder case that I’ve heard about twenty times since yesterday. Detective Decker is a tad obsessive.’

 ‘I see.’ I sighed, closing the safe door with more force than necessary.

 ‘Y/N.’ The concern in his voice made me pause at the doorway, ‘please tell me what’s wrong.’

 ‘It’s stupid, Lucifer and I don’t want to bore you with the silly little details.’ I said sincerely. I had fallen for him, and it couldn’t be more obvious that he didn’t feel the same. I needed to work through my feelings on my own, and I didn’t want to bother him with them.

 A shot of warmth shot through my body when he placed a gentle hand to my shoulder to turn me around, ‘that’s the most absurd thing you’ve ever said, darling. I would never think your feelings are silly or insignificant. Now, tell me what’s troubling you.’

 ‘I-I,’ I sighed, looking away from his warm brown eyes that were full of concern, ‘I have feelings for you.’

 I took a step back after my admission, my hands coming to my face in shock—I just admitted that out loud!

 ‘That’s why I’ve been in a weird mood tonight, because seeing you with Chloe is hard for me, especially because she’s making you jump through hoops just to get her to believe that you are who you say you are, and you deserve better than that. You deserve to be accepted for who you are, and seeing your obvious infatuation for her just hurts—You know what? I’m just gonna go.’ I said a little breathless from my rambling. I turned and grabbed the doorknob, but Lucifer’s next works made me pause.

 ‘Before I was cast out to rule the underworld, I went by Samael.’

 My left hand went to my wrist, tracing over the name that decorated the skin. I turned around and walked over to him, taking his right hand in mine and mimicking the action he had done to me all those months ago to reveal his tattoo.

 Y/N.

 ‘You knew, when you saw my tattoo, you know.’ I whispered, looking up into his eyes that were filled with so much love and adoration I could feel my heart melting in my chest.

 ‘I did. I wanted to say something then, but I was in denial.’ He sighed running his left hand through his hair, his right hand still resting in my hold.

 ‘Why?’

 ‘Because, my dear, when I first saw you that night, I knew you were beautiful and after I talked to you, I knew you were empathetic, kind and understanding. Already you were completely out of my league, but I still wanted you to be mine, and when you told me your name, I’d hoped to see my name on your wrist.’ He smiled, cupping the side of my face tenderly, ‘when I did, I felt like I didn’t deserve you, I didn’t deserve to be loved in the unconditional way that I just knew you would love me.’

 ‘That’s exactly how I’m going to love you, Lucifer, because that’s how you deserve to be loved. I love that you’re the devil, because that’s a part of who you are, just like your kindness, your compassion and your strong morality are all parts of you.’ I told him my hands cupping either side of his face, my thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes.

 ‘I love you, Y/N.’ He whispered.

 ‘I love you too, Lucifer.’ I replied my hands lifting to tangle in his hair as he sealed his lips over mine. I was right—his hair was softer than I ever could have imagined.

 He kissed me gently, his hands falling to my hips to pull my body flush against his. I was powerless to stop myself from tugging on his hair when his hands glided to my ass, squeezing and enticing a moan from me.

 ‘Naughty girl.’ He smirked, lifting me so that I could wind my legs around his waist.

 ‘Shut up, like you’re one to talk.’ I countered, tugging on his hair and raising my brow when a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a growl fell from his mouth.

 ‘You make a good point darling.’ He chuckled, slanting his mouth over mine.

 This kiss was filled with so much passion that I was glad he’d picked me up, because my knees suddenly felt weak. As we continued to kiss, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed for the love I felt for him, and the love I could tell he felt for me. I felt it in his touch, in his kisses. I saw it in his eyes when he tenderly looked at me when we paused for breath. I heard it in his gentle murmurings as we spoke until early hours that morning. It shone out of him, like a beacon and when he informed me that one of the other names he used to go by was The Lightbringer, I found myself unsurprised. Light shone out of him in a way that was fiery, warm and unstoppable and I wondered how I had noticed this in his humor, compassion and even his seductive tones, but before tonight I’d never noticed his obvious love for me in his gaze. I wondered if it was the same for him. If before tonight, he hadn’t noticed my love for him, and now he found himself almost blinded by it. I hoped it stayed that way forever—that our shared love would continue to shine and flourish. Because that was how he deserved to be loved—unconditionally and in a way that was so obvious that he never had to question my love for him. I found a promise to myself, and to him, forming in my heart in that moment—to make sure he knew how loved he was at all times. And you can be damned sure that I would live up to that promise.

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x soulmate reader #lucifer

[gilded-green]

In celebration of the 10th anniversary, I’ll probably reread GG and send updates/highlight areas and as for commentary. Probably XD

But first. What aspect of Gilded Green was your favorite? What was something you put in a lot of world building for but never got to show either in fic or on tumblr. Who is your favorite character and why, what makes them special in your eyes? Which character has turned into a completely different one as soon as you started writing them? Which part of the fic did you like most when you finished it, do you still like it? Similarly, which part do you dislike most?

Lasty, anything about gg2’s story you want to share/talk about/rant?

-love, the dai li fangirl

Haha, no pressure! But at the same time yes if you do feel free to send me passages for commentary here! <3

What aspect was my favorite? Hmmm. *thinking face* I think, when I first came up with it, I was just thrilled to have these two small things - minor character Lu Ten, overlooked villain organization Dai Li - that I was able to combine into something so big. That was pretty nifty!

As I started developing the story, I think what really caught my attention was the fact that “Wow, all these characters are awful people!” Like. The Dai Li aren’t good.The Fire Nation aren’t good. Lu Ten is a victim but also an oppressor. All off these people have extremely different beliefs and worldviews - Fire supremacist, police state enforcers, classist academic gatekeepers - and all of them think THEY’RE in the right here and none of them are. I think Tien and Hoang might be the only people with a decent, non-oppressive worldview in the story so far. XD I was growing out of the storytelling trope of black-and-white morality at the time, so it was really fun to start experimenting with writing awful people as enjoyable, sympathetic characters.

World building? Hmm. I was just learning how to use my worldbuilding muscles back then. I seem to remember reading up a lot on how brainwashing actually works in the real world and going “I don’t think this is compatible with what we have in ATLA” and just kinda tossing that whole thing out. XD I also recall looking up a lot of stuff for the bits about Jouin, some of which - kalua pig! - has since shown up again in WFFD. I also recall someone on FFdotnet at the time saying “All this chapter did was tell us more about a dead character than the living one” and I was just kinda like -_- yes because he is DEAD and this is your chance to feel sorry about that, we’ll get plenty more of the living one later on account of him still being, y’know, alive. XD

Oh, and Shirong’s personal side projects. I finally got into that a bit in A Meeting of Minds, but the dude DOES have his own stuff going on, which Delun so rudely interrupted to drag him off to see Long Feng about brainwashing a Firebender.

I also did a bunch of research for the birthday party interlude, I think. Mostly appropriate alcohol for such an occasion? And....okay, this’ll sound funny, but.....food containers. I wanted Fen to pack up leftovers for Suyin and Shirong. That’s what my Italian family does after get-togethers, and I assumed that a Chinese family/friend group would do the same! But I also had, like, zero exposure to everyday Chinese life, let alone everyday Chinese life in the 1800s, and I just didn’t have the...idk, cultural osmosis? to figure it out. Like, if you asked me how Victorians would transfer food I’d probably come up with “Idk, wrap it in cloth and stuff it in a basket?” and I assumed people living in modern China would also be able to explain what their people did for food storage/transport 150 years ago but I didn’t have that cultural background, now, did I??? Also this was 10-12 years ago I was looking this up, mind you, the internet was still very different, there was plenty of information on Chinese historical events but not on everyday life objects, CDramas weren’t easy to find if they were translated at all and I certainly didn’t know they existed, and no one was posting beautiful aesthetic videos of life in a rural Chinese mountain village to youtube yet. Eventually I learned that bamboo baskets were a thing, but there wasn’t much info on THOSE either and I wasn’t sure how to describe them, so I just tentatively typed “basket” and called it a day. XD

YOU CANNOT ASK ME TO CHOOSE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THAT’S LIKE ASKING ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN!!! *shoves Yong off a cliff*

I’m very fond of the Dai family, along with the Trungs and Sais. I’m very proud of how Tuan turned out. I adore Yuan, who you’ve barely met, and Xun, who you haven’t. Huang and Wu Sheng are also definite faves and I can’t wait for y’all to get to know them better.

Characters do usually behave for me in terms of personality development. They surprise me, but they never really turn out to be the complete OPPOSITE of what I was expecting? They just kinda develop organically. Huang and Wu Sheng surprised me, tho, those boys got deep. I knew they had the potential, but developing their backstory actually caused Stingrae and I to develop Ba Sing Se’s socio-political backstory and Long Feng’s rise to power, all because of an inkling I had. That was a very satisfying few years of worldbuilding and story development.

Um, favorite part of the fic....idk, I’m very fond of the final scene, with Azula and her wall chunk from Lu Ten. I’m doubly fond of it because of how it always resonates with readers. Heck, during Azula week last year, I used that chunk of rock as an ongoing theme in Sandstone, and someone commented like “I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WROTE GILDED GREEN” and that made me really happy!

Lu Ten’s time stuck underground - I used the seven stages of grief to get through that one and it was very helpful in structuring that part of the story, and I figured it was deep or something because PSYCHOLOGY.

I’m also proud of myself for getting through the dark brainwashing scenes. So, like, FYI, fanfiction could get...very dark, back in the 00s. People love to play purity police these days and complain about how nasty people get can, but listen. Listen. Do you have any idea how dark FFdotnet got back in the day? Legolas And Aragorn Get Captured By Orcs And Brutally Tortured was an entire genre. I feel like torture fic was actually a lot more common back then, and darkfic in general - I’m sure someone could write a whole thesis on why it’s not so prevalent anymore, I’m gonna guess the fact that fandom is less-insulated and more public now could be part of it, maybe also the fact that the internet is more social media/influencer culture based so people care about their image, and also the purity police which is its own kettle of worms, but I also think that the Bush Administration had something to do with it? You have all these kids who were pre-teens when 9/11 happened, growing up during the Iraq War with an awful presidential administration while everyone was scared and conservative Christianity started to realize that their control over the nation’s “morality” might be slipping and reacted accordingly......yeah there was a lot of darkfic back then.

And I read a lot of darkfic too, but, uh....well, statistically speaking, a lot of writing is bad, okay? A lot of those fics were just weird; you could see where the writer had this idea, and also where they failed to execute it in a way that resonated or made sense. And whatever, writers were young and just wanted to pound out some catharsis, it’s cool, but it still just felt narratively awkward when you could tell how the writer was more focused on LET’S MAKE THIS AS DARK AS POSSIBLE instead of “Let’s tell this as well as possible.”

So the first several attempts at writing the brainwashing scenes, I was nervous because I didn’t want to get TOO dark, and when I finally decided “eff it” and said to Stingrae “I think I need to let this be as dark as it needs to be” I was still nervous because I didn’t want it to end up WEIRD. Idk if that makes sense, but anyway I seem to have done a decent job at it!

As for parts I dislike the most, uhhhhh Iroh’s retreat (I didn’t care, I just wanted to get it over with), Enlai might’ve been promoted too fast? idk, the fact that I came up with Nanyue AFTER I finished publishing GG so I couldn’t work that into the Quy bits, the fact that I was young and innocent and didn’t understand sexual slang or innuendo and randomly chose Dong as the name of the court physician which could lead to some awful puns except no one ever seemed to pick up on that and maybe I’ll regret pointing it out but the man IS going to appear again so I might as well get the first shot in myself. XD

I might have GG2 stuff to talk about but not sure, if I do I’ll make another post on that!

<3

#GG tumblr escapades #GG 10th anniversary

[lady-charinette]

Chapter 2 - Strings & Papers Lukanette AU (Teacher!Marinette & SingleDad!Luka)

A/N:  Hi everyone! I’m very sorry for the delay of Chapter 2, I’ve been so busy at university and studying and everything. I hope to update faster next time, anyhow here’s the next chapter! :)

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Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

“Auntie Jule!” Leon stared up at his aunt, tugging on her the hand holding his securely as they crossed the street.

The woman didn’t answer immediately, eyes focused on looking left and right as they rushed across the street, once they made it safely on the other side, copper eyes stared down at the child questioningly. “Yeah, Leo?”

The boy pursed his lips in thought, trying to express himself in words, a feat his own father had trouble sometimes accomplishing. “Does…does dad have time to come to school sometime?” big brown eyes, his mother’s eyes, stared up at her expectantly.

Juleka Couffaine briefly stared at the sky, spotting the school not too far ahead, trying to recall her brother’s schedule. “Hmm…I’ll have to ask him. Why? Did something happen?” Worry immediately shot through her heart like an arrow, causing her grip to tighten slightly on her nephew’s hand.

He shook his head, much to her relief. “No, my teacher just wanted to see him!”

The woman rose an eyebrow in confusion. “Your teacher? Your homeroom teacher Miss Marinette?” that was weird, “Did she tell you why?”

Leon rubbed his chin, eyes squinty as he thought hard about yesterday and what Miss Marinette said. “Um…um….I think…I think…she said she would love to meet him.” He shrugged, not entirely sure if she had mentioned a reason. He remembered drawing his picture and hanging it up in class. Leon jumped, eyes wide and excited as he tugged on his aunt’s hand again. “Auntie Jule! Auntie Jule! I drew a picture yesterday you have to see it! Come on!”

The boy tightened his grip around her hand suddenly and marched forward like a soldier on a mission. Juleka stumbled before quickening her own pace, trying to keep up with the ball of energy that was her nephew.

Her thoughts were still on Leon’s words from earlier. Why did Marinette want to see her brother? She was sure Leon hadn’t done anything wrong, otherwise Marinette would’ve called herself or Leon would’ve mentioned something.

‘She said she would love to meet him.’

Juleka blinked, now very curious on the reason behind the sudden question. Then again, Marinette had a right to know where Leon’s parent was, up until now, it was Juleka she’d had regular contact with and who picked up Leon from school. Luka had attended parent meetings, but as far as she was concerned, Marinette hadn’t been there due to other meetings.

Taking out her phone while ascending the steps to the elementary school, Juleka typed in a quick text and sent it to her brother.

“Good morning Lea! Good morning Emma!” Leon’s excited shouts echoed in the hallways, greetings his friends with wild waving, immediately distracted from his initial goal of showing his aunt a picture he drew.

Juleka smiled, making small talk with the gathered parents ready to see their children off.

————–

A ping sound made the man quickly take out his phone, heart pacing in his chest worriedly.

Juleka normally sent a text at lunch, it wasn’t nowhere near lunch yet. Was it the school? Did something happen to Leon?

Luka’s heart raced wildly right up until he opened the chat, a relieved sigh leaving his lips when he carefully read the message from his sister.

‘Hey Lu, don’t worry, nothing happened. Was wondering when you’ll come to school, people are curious about Leo’s mystery dad.’ – Jule

Luka frowned. Mystery dad? He’d attended parent meetings before…granted, he didn’t come often to school like picking his son up like he wanted. He was sure some people did wonder about him, especially since he hadn’t met all the teachers yet either.

But he did come when he could.

“Something the matter?” his manager rose an eyebrow at the musician staring at his phone thoughtfully. “Something wrong with your kid?”

Luka snapped out of his thoughts, fingers flying over the screen to hurriedly send the message before pocketing the device again. “No, sorry.”

Bob Roth hummed, eyeing the man a moment longer before he pulled up a photo from his drawer. “Anyway, I wanted you to try and collaborate with my son for a few songs. He’s good on vocals, I thought you’d provide the back-up vocals and maybe some guitar on the side. How’s that sound?” the overly large lopsided grin on his manager’s face didn’t spell ‘a few’ songs, more like a whole album.

The picture of XY’s sleazy face stared at Luka, who grimaced at the too wide smile and the overbearing amount of jewellery on the younger man’s face.

Luka shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rolling the black and silver ring on his finger back and forth. “…I thought it was about producing more copies for my recent solo hit. Penny Rolling told me there weren’t enough copies in stock.” He rose an eyebrow curiously, wondering how they’d jumped from his music onto possibly collaborating with Roth’s son.

Bob laughed, a boisterous, too loud sound for so early in the morning. “Of course! Of course! We’ll get to that later, don’t worry Luka! Now, about my son-“

Luka wished there were more parent meetings.

—————–

Juleka’s phone vibrated with the zig zag pattern she’d set for her brother.

A message.

He must be bored, or stuck with Bob, that had been a very quick response.

She opened their chat and scrolled down to the new message, eyes briefly glancing towards Leon who laughed with his friends in class.

‘Sorry. Talk at lunch. Weasel’s here.’

So, he was with Bob Roth. Juleka rolled her eyes, sending a short ‘Good luck’ back to her brother. Any dealings with Bob Roth were mentally and physically exhausting, she just hoped Luka would have some free time during lunch to talk about school and Leon.

Juleka pocketed her phone as soon as she saw Marinette, who was watering the plants on the windowsill.

“Good morning.” The teacher turned around, setting down the watering can when she spotted Juleka standing at the doorway of the classroom.

“Good morning Juleka!” Marinette’s far more cheery greeting put a smile to her face. She was rarely ever in a bad mood and Juleka appreciated it. The teacher being in a good mood meant classes flowed smoothly and the other kids were infected with the positive energy she radiated. Mornings were always hard, standing up so early to get Leon ready for school if Luka had to leave even earlier for work, before Juleka herself had to head to work.

There were mornings that Juleka did get up for without complaint, when she would be treated to the too rare sight of her brother and nephew in the bathroom, her brother shaving and Leon trying to imitate him by spreading toothpaste over his mouth, which always elicited laughter from them. Or when Luka would play a relaxing tune to start the day at the breakfast table and the family would talk about their plans for the day.

She realized Marinette had asked her something and the woman grabbed her hair instinctively, feeling ashamed for having ignored her. “I’m sorry, what did you say earlier Marinette?”

The teacher smiled in understanding, shaking her head. “It’s fine Juleka. I just asked how your morning was.”

The woman smiled, heart warming at how considerate she was. “It was fine. Leon was a bit fussy while getting dressed, but it was alright otherwise.” She glanced at the two thermos flasks on Marinette’s desk and she smiled sympathetically. “Rough morning too?”

The teacher laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. “I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, but Alya thankfully packed lunch for me and some coffee. Do you want some? I have enough for three people!” both women laughed and Juleka politely declined, spying the clock on the wall.

There was more than enough time to enjoy some coffee with the kind teacher, but she had to get to work. “I’m sorry Marinette, I would love to, but I have to get to work.” She shrugged, but other woman understood, nodding in understanding.

“That’s fine, I don’t want to hold you up any longer.” She glanced to the side, until her eyes widened and she impulsively grabbed Juleka’s hand. “Oh wait! I almost forgot!” she dragged the stunned brunette with her towards the side of the class, a string reaching from wall to wall with many drawings attached to it.

Marinette lead her to one particular drawing and upon closer inspection, a smile automatically lit up the young woman’s face. “That’s Leon’s!” without even glancing at the messily scrawled name in the corner, Juleka easily recognized the bright blue hair of what looked like her brother’s stick figure and her own purple mixed with black, along with a flower clumsily drawn on top of her head.

Juleka rarely wore any kind of accessories in her hair, but Leon had always liked putting flowers in her hair and in Luka’s too. It was a trait he’d since he was four, the time where they went on a little family trip and Rose had shown her favourite spots in a garden they visited. Juleka was used to people – particularly Leon or Rose – putting flowers in her hair, Rose being the primary suspect.

Their house was full of flowers, according to Rose, all pretty things deserved to have a flower to accentuate their beauty.

Juleka, in her eyes, was no exception.

It still made her blush, to this day.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Juleka admired the creative picture, full of colours and adorable stick figures representing their family.

“Um…I’m sorry if I’m too forward but…” Juleka turned her head to look at the teacher, who suddenly shifted her weight and only hesitantly met her copper gaze. “May I ask about…Leon’s father?”

Juleka blinked. “My brother? Luka you mean?”

“Luka…yes.” Marinette seemed to test the name how it rolled off the tongue easily. “Does…I mean…is he home often?”

Honestly, Juleka couldn’t blame Marinette for asking, as far as anyone from the school staff was concerned, the principal was the only one who’d seen her brother more than a handful of times. Marinette had also been a bit unlucky, always missing each-other at parent teacher conferences.

She couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “Yeah, of course. But he works a lot, he’s busy but always manages to make time for Leon.” Warmth flooded her chest at the thought of the cute moments whenever she would stay over and catch her brother tiptoe his way to Leon’s room just to check if the boy was fine and sleeping.

When he would wake up earlier than he had to and prepare Leon’s lunchbox before collapsing on the couch for a few more hours of precious sleep. The sheets strewn about in his room, working on a new lullaby for Leon to fall asleep to whenever he had nightmares. It always made her brother anxious whenever his son shuffled into his room and crawled into his bed, small body cuddling up to his father to sought out comfort in the safety of his arms, who had never failed to offer that protection.

Marinette nodded, noting the expression on her friend’s face. “I see…I’m sorry if I’m prying Juleka-“

She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. “Not at all, Marinette. You’re Leon’s teacher, you deserve to know about his family. It’s just…” she played with her bangs, nausea settling into the pit of her stomach. “Some things are…a bit more complicated. But Luka is a good dad, he always takes care of Leon and makes sure he doesn’t lack in anything. I’ll talk to him and try to clear his schedule so you guys can meet.” Her painted lips raised into a tentative smile, Luka’s message still at the forefront of her mind.

The polite smile remained on Juleka’s face despite the teacher’s yelp of mortification. “Thank you Jul- wait…h-how did you know I wanted to meet him?” the dumbfounded and increasingly nervous look on the teacher’s face made Juleka’s smile widen.

“Leon told me.”

“W-What?”

“Miss Marinette would love to meet him!’ Juleka imitated her nephew’s higher pitched voice, watching an interesting shade of pink spread over the teacher’s cheeks.

Hands quickly covered the teachers face in embarrassment. “Oh no, that sounds so wrong. I’m so sorry Juleka, I should’ve called personally!” Marinette groaned and ran a hand down her face, making her friend giggle.

“It’s fine, Marinette.” She squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “I assumed it was to meet him, I think you’re one of the few teachers who never met him before. It’s weird, it’s been a few months of school already.”

Marinette bit her lip, shaking her head helplessly. “I was so caught up organizing events for school, I had to cover shifts from a few colleagues so I couldn’t really attend all the parent teacher meetings. But I’ll definitely be there for the next one!” she grinned, giving a meaningful wink to Juleka. “And I hope you won’t be the only one I see there!”

Juleka smiled. “Don’t worry, you definitely won’t.” Juleka excused herself before she kneeled down to be at eye-level with Leon, who was off in the corner playing with his friends on a colorful carpet. They hugged briefly and Juleka bumped fists with him, which made Marinette smiled, before both women waved each-other goodbye.

With the majority of parents gone and students shuffling into the classroom, Marinette stood in the center and clapped her hands. “Good morning everyone!”

Many heads turned and almost all the children yelled back, some energetic, some tired. “Good morning Miss Marinette!”

———————-

Hours passed and finally lunch time rolled around.

Juleka’s steps were hurried, trying to reach the coffee machine before all the coffee would run out. She glanced at her phone, reading the time and wondering when her brother would be free. He did mentioned around lunch time, but-

Her phone buzzed in her hand, the screen flashing with her brother’s name.

Juleka quickly answered and lifted the device to her ear, blinking owlishly standing in front of the coffee machine. “Lu?”

The breathless voice of her brother greeted her back. “Hey Jule, sorry it took me so long. Bob took his sweet time and I had a performance that dragged on with the fans. How are you?”

Juleka scoffed gently, wedging her phone between her ear and shoulder and grabbing a clean mug from the shelf, deftly preparing herself some much needed caffeine boost.

“Fine, just have so much stuff to do about work. You?” she grabbed three sugar cubes from the bowl and threw them into her mug, watching the machine come to life and vibrate as it processed the coffee capsule within it, the pleasantly smelling brown liquid filling her mug.

“Fine, wished I was already home.”

A laugh left the woman’s lips and Juleka shook her head, grabbing her coffee after the machine was done. “We’re in the same boat.”

“I guess. How was Leon? I’m sorry I left earlier, Bob told me that meeting we had was important, a shame it wasn’t. I would’ve made Leon his lunch.” The man sounded disappointed and Juleka knew the father in him would reprimand himself over not making his son lunch, despite the circumstances.

Juleka rolled her eyes, taking a small sip from her coffee. “You’re such a dad, you know? Don’t beat yourself up over it, I made Leon lunch and it was fine. He was fine, Lu.” Juleka’s gaze caught sight of her fellow co-workers, smiling amicably at them before her feet carried her downstairs.

A sigh was heard on the other line. “Well, I am a dad for your information. No offense Jule, but you used to make a better lunch when we were in school.”

Another eyeroll. “I’m hanging up, Luka.”

“Hey, wait, don’t, I was just kidding!” he laughed and Juleka pursed her lips, shaking her head at her brother’s antics. “Sorry, anyway, what did you wanna talk about earlier when you sent me that message?”

Juleka stopped by the stairs, a slow smile spreading over her lips.

With a certain lilt in her voice and a positively devious glint in her copper eyes, Juleka finally settled at her desk, eyes absentmindedly scanning the sketches depicting models for the upcoming fall season.

She smiled. “Oh, right. You remember I told you about Leon’s homeroom teacher, Marinette?”

Thanks for reading everyone! Let me know what you think :3

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[faelune-home]

Shall We Dance?

(A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t join ffxivwrite cos i don’t write that often, plus being able to do something in one day would be difficult for me...and yet I wrote this just today :’D idk now if i will try any ffxivwrite prompts, and im not submitting this for today cos it doesn’t fit the prompt and wasn’t written for it in the first place, but i’m considering it a bit more

Personal rambling aside; while I as a player stuck with Bard all the way through my msq playthrough until i finished shadowbringers, and didn’t switch to maining dancer till about 5.2, i figured for character timeline’s sake, I wanted to look at when miqo!Fufu might’ve first found the dancer troupe. It feels fitting that they’re based in Limsa at the level to start Stormblood, so this little story shot is set just before the trip to Kugane

No direct story spoilers brought up here, not even for the dancer questline

@ffxiv-writers)

“I’m still not happy about this. They can dress themselves up as ‘privateers’ all they like for whatever loophole, it doesn’t suddenly change the fact that they’re pirates.”

Alphinaud sighed, “As you have said so many times now, sister. And I shall remind you again that they were the only crew available on such short notice, and it affords us a chance to travel under Garlean radar.”

“And yet we still have to wait for them to prepare the vessel. If we weren’t so pressed for time I almost wish we could’ve asked the Admiral to remove her colours from one of her own ships for this-”

“With what hands? Most of her men are now in Gyr Abania aiding the Revolution, and what few remain here would be beholden to the citizenry. I know you’re frustrated with the current terms but at least be reasonable. With any luck we can secure a different ship for coming home at least.” Alisaie shot him a look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin, however she didn’t comment further.

The bustle of the market crowds passed them by, paying the siblings no mind as they waited. A flash of red broke through the crowd, and a little pink blur behind as Lyse and Tataru joined the two, boxes in hand.

“We’re all stocked up on supplies for the trip. No word from Carvallain yet?” Lyse asked, placing her own crate stuffed with foods on the ground. Heads shook, and the woman shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Well, a little while longer to wait isn’t going to hurt. We’re getting a ship either way, and for now, we have good weather at least, and I heard there’s a show going on today.”

“What kind of show?” Alphinaud asked.

“Clearly the kind that can empty a market,” Alisaie observed, and indeed when the group looked around, the formerly swamped stalls were barren, leaving vendors to restock after the rush, the thundering of cobbles having faded further into the city.

“Well, Fufu isn’t back yet, so maybe it’s her little show?” Tataru chuckled, knowing of the Bard’s tendency for sudden musical moments. “You three can go and find her and enjoy the fun. I can take our supplies to the ship and fetch you once we’re ready to set off.”

The group split, with the Lalafellen woman heading for the docks, while the trio went back through the market, keeping an ear out for any activity or music. The closer they got to Bulwark Hall, the buzz grew louder, many a person chattering excitedly. A faint tune drifted over the sound of the crowd from the southern docks.

“It doesn’t quite sound like her kind of music,” Lyse mumbled, cupping her ear to strain over the din.

“We won’t know till we actually check,” Alisaie stated, already beginning to push past a pair of Roegadyn toward the music. The crowd only grew thicker as the music got louder. True to Lyse’s observation, the vibrant guitar and violin was unlike their miqo’te friend’s usual style of lively harp music. A swift schwing of metal against metal cut through the music, bringing out a cheer in the people. With a final push, the Scions broke through the final row to view the spectacle, ignoring the annoyed mutterings from behind them.

A miqo’te dancer spun in steady steps with the music in the centre of the plaza. It wasn’t their own miqo’te friend, yet the fire in her movements caught their attention all the same. The grace in her steps, the power in her swinging arms, chakrams in hand, one could understand the crowd’s zeal at the mesmerising movement.

Yet all too soon after the Scions’ arrival, the music came to a bombastic close and the woman struck her finishing pose, another schwing ringing in the air from her chakrams brushing against one another. The roar of the crowd was deafening, forcing an applauding Lyse to lean closer to her friends and yell, “She was quite good, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, though she isn’t who we were looking for,” Alisaie shouted back. The throng of people had already parted, the excited buzz fading with the people, and with the freed space at the plaza, one other figure stood other than the Scions, her face the picture of awe even with the broad smile she wore.

Alphinaud noticed her first. “There you are.” Fufu’s ears flicked, suddenly looking sheepish.

“Oh, I didn’t even realise the time,” she chuckled nervously, “Sorry, I only meant to check in on some spots here in case people needed my help while we were waiting, but I got a little distracted.”

“I can see why, it was very impressive,” Lyse smiled, patting the miqo’te on the shoulder. Fufu nodded, almost bouncing on the spot as she exclaimed, “She was! I haven’t seen that dance since before coming to Eorzea, but it was still as magical as I remember!”

“Hold on, you’ve seen it before?” Alisaie asked, to which the woman nodded again, her eyes glittering. Alphinaud spoke before her, having spied the baggage the troupe used, “It appears they’re from Thavnair. You’ve said you’re from there yourself, or at least raised there.”

“Yup! They’re Troupe Falsiam, and they generally only perform in Radz-at-Han. At least I haven’t heard of them doing many tours in my lifetime. My tribe lives pretty far from the city and most trade is done with travellers, but sometimes they’d plan special trips for certain goods or just to treat the younger kids, and I always loved watching the Troupe when I went.” Fufu let out a happy sigh, caught up in memories. The group jumped however when another voice chimed in.

“You seem very familiar with our troupe, my dear.” They turned to see a woman walking over to them. If the metal rings hanging at her own hips didn’t betray her as a dancer, the way she moved with elegant poise and grace would have instead. She gave the Scions a polite bow in greeting.

“Forgive the interruption. I’m merely surprised that we already had a familiar fan on these shores. Troupe Falsiam hasn’t visited Aldenard in a long time, as you so rightly said. Ah, but I forget myself; I am Nashmeira, leader and teacher of the troupe. The young dancer here with me is Ranaa, one of my brightest stars currently.” Ear flicking from having heard her name said, Ranaa turned away from the boxes she was helping to pack, still dressed in her dancing outfit, and gave the group a wave.

“She’s very good,” Fufu quickly complimented, eyes wide with glee at the turn of events. Ranaa smiled back, then wandered off down the path, taking a bundle of clothes with her.

“Hmm, good, but ever still learning,” Nashmeira nodded. Alphinaud stepped forward and gave a polite bow of his own, prompting an eye roll from his sister behind him. “Tis a pleasure to meet you. We are the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.” 

The woman tilted her head, recognition flashing in her eyes as she responded, “Aye, I’ve heard of your organisation. Though if you don’t mind my saying so, a job such as yours wouldn’t leave much free time. I’m curious then that our show caught your attention.”

“You’d be right. We’re unfortunately caught waiting for our vessel to be ready before we depart for the Far East,” Alisaie answered, then motioned to Fufu with a small smile, “Well, that and we were looking for this one here. She was taken in by your performance before the rest of us.” Nashmeira herself looked closer at the miqo’te, as though appraising her.

“Hmm,” she hummed, “Actually, you have quite the presence…” Then she nodded.

“Might I request a dance of you?” she asked. Surprise crossed all of the Scions, even more so the one addressed. “I’m well aware that you’ve clearly pledged yourself to another organisation, so despite any reverence you would have for our Troupe, your priorities lie elsewhere and I wouldn’t wish to ask you to join us and leave them behind. But I see in you the grace of a dancer and I would call myself a fool if I let you leave here without even trying to unlock that potential.” Nashmeira unhooked her chakrams from her hips and held them out to the miqo’te.

Fufu hesitated at first, a blush spreading across her cheeks, however Lyse spoke up, laughing, “Don’t go pretending you’re shy now, you’ve never let a chance to perform slip past before.” The twins seemed to show their approval as well, with Alisaie watching with an expectant smile and Alphinaud saying, “Tataru hasn’t come to tell us the ship is boarding yet. A quick presentation should be fine.”

Finally bolstered by her eagerly waiting companions, Fufu took the chakrams, testing the weight of them in her hands. They swung gently on her fingers, yet the rhythm made her arms bounce as well. Nashmeira motioned to her musicians, who scrambled to take their instruments out of the bags, and said, “Do not feel as though you have to copy Ranaa’s dance. It would take a lot more training and skill to be able to perform that to its full potential. For now, improvise as you see fit. I wish only to see how you move.”

The first strums of the guitar were matched with hesitant footsteps and stiff arms kept close. The joining of the drums saw her test a swing of the arm, though the weight of the chakram almost threw her halfway across the plaza, only righting herself with a clumsy shuffle. Yet as the music built up, the keeper found her rhythm, getting bolder with her kicks and jumps, and freely waving her arms around her, and where she had started with a mask of nervous concentration, she now laughed with joy. 

Joy that was mirrored in the cheers of her friends to the side, the encouragement from a returned and newly dressed Ranaa, and the curious mumblings of a returning crowd, albeit smaller than the one the original performance had garnered. Unaccustomed to dancing to music not of her own playing, Fufu was still in the middle of a spin when the final drum beats landed, ending the song.

“Whoops,” she giggled, stumbling over her own feet when she finally stopped. The gathered crowd clapped politely, evidently pleased at the amount of entertainment on show that day. They dispersed quicker than before, though that afforded the troupe teacher a chance to step forward with her observations.

“As I expected, on many fronts. You do have a dancer’s grace to you, though as evident by one that hasn’t been trained, there’s a heaviness to it all. Some clumsiness as well, though whether that was nerves or again, lack of training... But your energy was spectacular as well, even through the rough of it all. Not just anyone can draw in a crowd the way you did, even with an unrefined style like that. With some work you could be a fantastic performer.”

“I’d like to think you already had a headstart on performing,” Lyse added, the Scions rejoining the centre plaza as well, “all that work you’ve done with the old Bard in the Shroud, I’d say you already had plenty of stage presence without having ever stepped on a stage.”

“That was incredible!” Everyone turned, seeing Tataru at the entrance to the plaza.

“How long have you been there?” Alisaie asked as the smaller woman walked up to them.

“Since I think halfway through all of that. You were amazing!” she praised, making Fufu smile. Alphinaud however looked serious, asking, “I take it the ship is ready then?”

Tataru jumped. “Oh right! Yes that’s why I came here. We have to go now.” A solemn look came across the Scions as they nodded. Fufu herself pouted, ears flat against her head.

“Definitely now?”

“Unfortunately. As nice as this little detour has been, we are still on an important mission. My apologies, friend,” the boy said, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. Yet as she smiled back, albeit still looking crestfallen, Nashmeira spoke up herself.

“Actually, if you were so taken with dancing that you would wish to continue it all the same, I do believe I have a solution that could benefit us all here. Your companions included.” Curious looks were shared among all while one of the musicians, at Nashmeira’s whispered request, went searching in one of the bags.

“You see, the dance of Troupe Falsiam is not like most others in the world. It is suited not just for the stage, but also for the field of combat.” The woman’s smile grew as she saw the mixture of impressed yet curious looks on the younger folks’ faces. “Although I would prefer to teach you myself, in lieu of that, I would offer you this instead as a substitute.” At this, the returned musician held out his hand, a glittering pink stone laying in his palm and a spare pair of chakrams hanging from his fingers.

“A soul stone,” Lyse gasped.

“Aye, one with many past dancers’ experiences etched into it, going back generations. I would like for you to practise without it, but should you have need of the skills in a pinch, or even a desire to dance freely without inhibition, you will have it with you.” Fufu had already grabbed the crystal and the metal rings, smiling widely as she admired it.

“Thank you so much! I’ll practise as much as I can, with and without it!” she gushed, bowing deeply. For that, the woman smiled back warmly.

“I shan’t keep you any longer, since your business is clearly important. You make for the Far East you said?” They nod. “Then I wish you luck in whatever it is you are off to do. And to my new pupil I say that whenever you return, if we yet remain here in Eorzea, I would very much like to see how much you’ve grown while you were away.” Fufu nodded feverishly, mumbling more thanks as she bowed again.

Even as both groups finally went their separate ways and the Scions followed after a now hurried Tataru, the Bard and newly christened Dancer didn’t take her eyes off her new Soul Stone, not until they had boarded the ship and sailed far into the waters, where she had plenty of time to practise with her new skills.

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfic #Alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #lyse hext #tataru taru #keeper of the moon miqo'te #my wol #fufu faelune #dancer #my writing #writing #nashmeira #ranaa mhigo

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                                                                            MARCH    2020

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 The Stones are touring the U.S. again.

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Paul Reubens is touring with Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.

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Al Franken is touring.

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Keenan Thompson and Hasan Minhaj are bringing comedy back to the White House Correspondents dinner on April 5.

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Days alert: There is some casting news but most of this won’t show up until the fall. Word is a couple of newbies will be Remington Hoffman who will play Li Shin, son of Mr. Shin and Emily O’Brien may join the cast. Nadia Bjorlin (Chloe) may be on her way back. Let’s bring the original Phillip back for her!!! Brandon Barash (Stefan) will return as well as Louise Sorel ( Vivian )and Alison Sweeney ( Sami). Judi Evans is headed back. Will she play Adrienne or Bonnie?? It looks like Casey Moss (JJ), Freddie Smith (Sonny), Chandler Massey (Will) and Galen Gering (Rafe) mill head out for awhile.

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It looks like Friends freaks will finally get their reunion on HBO. I am glad they aren’t bringing the characters back and are just getting together to talk about their time together.

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Downhill hit theatres on Valentine’s Day with Will Ferrell, Julia Louis- Dreyfus and Zoe Chao. The film was written and directed by Nat Faxon and Jim Rash.

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The more I see of it, the more I LOVE Stumptown, the best show that nobody seems to know about. Please renew ABC!!!!!

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So.. Rush Limbaugh got the Medal of Freedom.  Oh my.

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Shadow Inc. owned by former Clinton and Obama staffers made an app that thoroughly fucked up the Iowa caucus. It was good at calculating the results but not delivering them.  And hey.. Wolf Blitzer, stay off the phone with people that are trying to get those results. Let them just do their job!!

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Brooklyn 99 is back and Vanessa Bayer is there!!!

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Rod Blagojevich is out and hitting every show that will have him. Trump pardoned him along with 10 other criminals including Ed DeBartolo Jr., Mike Milken and Bernard Kerik.

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Forty thousand kids won’t get free lunch because Trump threw them off food stamps. The two usually go hand in hand. Getting food stamps automatically sets a kid up for the free lunch program.

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Over 1000 former DOJ officials have asked Bill Barr to resign.** 70 former Senators have written an open letter to congress to tell them they are not fulfilling their congressional duties.**” Yoo Hoo! Bush, Clinton, Carter, Obama, you’re up.” –Patricia Arquette

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Pete Davidson and Kaia Gerber have split.

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Indiana Beach is closing after 94 years.

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Denny Hamlin won the 2020 Daytona 500.

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Can’t we get some real gigs for Rainn Wilson and Curtis Armstrong? Ok, so Cyrtis Armstrong was on Stumptown so thank goodness for that! They can do better than Dominoes and Little Caesars ads. And how funny is it that Dominoes, known for its very Chrustian owners use a Risky Business ( a film about prostitutes) ad for their product. Hmm.

*****Hey.. Comics, quit bringing up Trump and his former womanizing. It didn’t work with Clinton and it won’t work here. People just don’t seem to care. Focus on the real damage he is doing.

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Scary Clown is working on opening nearly a million acres of land in Utah for energy exploration that had been a National monument. Redford and Romney can’t be happy about that.

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A new animated series from a brand new production company owned by Natasha Lyonne and Maya Rudolph looks promising. Look for The Hospital.

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Southern Illinois University is giving Bob Odenkirk an honorary degree.

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Ukranian immigrants Lt. Col. Vindman and his twin brother are out. Ambassador to the EU Sonland is out.

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The Democrats had a debate on Feb. 7 . At Andrew Yang’s first chance to speak, he rehashed his stump speech. I mean, c’mon give us something new. There really seemed to be a restrained nervousness on the stage that night. Klobachar seemed too needy but she got great reviews. Biden called Buttigieg ‘a friend ‘ a couple of times. Mayor Pete did quite well. ** Deval Patrick is out** Andrew Yang is out.**Michael Bennet is out** Another debate was on Feb. 19.** Bloomberg/Yang? Is this true?

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Check out the new series, Hunters. It is awesome, funny and terrifying!

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Dozens of Native American women and girls have disappeared from Big Horn county, Montana over the last few years. The victims were later found dead and Trump has put a federal task force together.

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Grassley and Wyden are trying to get lower prescription drug prices but Moscow Mitch won’t bring the proposal to the floor. Others are looking to get some traction on HR3.

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JSW Steel has sued the Trump administration for refusing to exempt it from paying the levies on slabs of steel that the company imports.

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64 women have filed sexual harassment or discrimination lawsuits against Mike Bloomberg. I’m not a fan of the guy but it does seem sort of coincidental.  It does not seem to matter cuz all his ads seem to be working, he is picking up steam. Tom Steyer is gaining a bit of momentum as well.

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The corona virus has brought us Covid 19. 600 people are being held in quarantine camps that the military has set up.  Italy has new cases and the disease is spreading. Scary Clown is trying to spin it all.

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ICE is being sent into sanctuary cities to cause trouble for immigrants.

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You have to check out Horse girl with Alison Brie, Molly Shannon and Matthew Gray Gubler on Netflix .

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Rapper Larry Sanders AKA LV is letting us in on a miscarriage of justice he has had to live thru. LV, best known for his work on Coolio’s Gangsters Paradise, was approached by police and later put on the Calgang database. The practice put about 80,000 mostly African Americans on a sort of gang list. In a 2016 audit it was found that there were many inaccuracies including the names of babes who could not possibly be gang affiliated.

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Nature does not need people. People need nature. –Harrison Ford

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The Clark bar is back. The roll out has started in Pittsburgh and will soon spread across the country.

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Scientists have found some turtle fossils that are the size of a car in South America.

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U can donate to the Trump campaign and may win a yaqut and hunting trip with Don Jr. The Beach Boys will perform.

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The Oscars were held Feb. 9. Brad Pitt and the production design team won for Once upon a Time in Hollywood. Woo Hoo! Word is that Pitt has hired a speech writer to write his acceptances. JoJo Rabbit won for adapted screenplay. Little Women won for Little Women and Toy Story 4 for animated film. Laura Dern won best supporting actress. Renee Zellweger and Joaquin Phoenix too home the top actor prizes. Parasite surprised everybody and won best pic and got Bong Joon Ho a best director statue. My best dressed were Billy Porter, Antonio Banderes and his date, Janelle Monae ( her opening seemed to make some in the audience uncomfortable), Robert DeNiro, Laura Dern, Diane Ladd, Geena Davis, Regina King, Charlize Theron, Adam Driver, Joanne Tucker, Cynthia Erivo, Scarlett Johansson, Natalie Portman and Kathy Bates, I don’t know what Kristen Wiig and Idina Menzel were thinking. Wiig always has a unique style so I have to admire that. ** The ratings were down. I have heard people saying they just don’t watch award shows or late night shows anymore because they are afraid things will get political. Funny, that is part of the reason I watch!

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Tom Papa was pontificating about a real dog show that should have REAL dogs. It would make a great weekly show with people bringing on their dogs.

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The goalies of the Hurricanes were out of commission and David Ayres, the Zamboni driver was brought in to help and the won against the Maple Leafs. Woo Hoo!!

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Hooray for New Hampshire and their use of paper ballots. Things in the campaign got a little shook up with Bernie taking the top followed by Pete and Amy.

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2 years of research in Canada has brought the announcement of a new discovery. Skull fragments  that were cleaned and collected about 10 years ago have been named Thanatotheristes or the reaper of death. The discovery helps us all learn more about the early times of Tyrannosaurids, a sub group that includes T.Rex.

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New Jersey has a ban on self- serve pumps and another state is talking about getting in on the action.  The gas station attendant act has been proposed in Illinois.

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Van Jones was right when he said we shouldn’t give Trump any press coverage for a week. He would hate it. Trump loves the old adage of bad publicity is better than none because he just must have attention. It would never work for they just can’t resist.** Joe Mcguire is out after he warned of Russian interference. If you want to keep your job in this administration, do not tell the truth. Now at the Department of National Intelligence is Johnny Mcentee , a 29 year old former football player who worked on the campaign. He immediately called department heads and said he wanted lists of never Trumpers in their offices. ** And who is in charge of weeding out the people in the government who may be disloyal to Scary Clown? Well, it is none other than Virginia Thomas, wife of Supreme Court justice Clarence. She calls it the list of snakes. Trump is now saying he even wants liberal judges on the Supreme Court to recuse themselves when it comes to “Trump related cases”. It just keeps getting worse.

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Trump had fun in India. He should, his business has 5 projects going there right now worth 1.5 billion.

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Harvey Weinstein was found guilty of rape and criminal sexual assault. He was not found guilty of all the charges that included predatory behavior.

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Andrew Yang is a new correspondent at CNN. He tells us that he is getting word from former donors that Bloomberg is calling those big donors. Allegedly he is telling them they do not have to donate to his campaign because he can afford his own campaign but he still won’t forget them. He would like them to save their money and not give money to other democrats running either.** And I am so sick of talking heads trying to tell us to play it safe. We are not as stupid as we look, thank you!! ** Now there is a firestorm about Bernie telling the world that the education program that Castro implemented was a good thing. I understand the anger and it could not have come at a worse time and he did it to himself. BUT..  We are adults and we have to be able to talk about things as they really are, not in sound bites. Castro sucked and history teaches us that bad people do good things occasionally and good people do bad things once in a while. ** It seems that everyone was in agreement that we would all gather behind the winner of the democratic campaign to beat Trump. Suddenly when it could be Bernie, everybody is bitching.

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This month held 2 more Democratic debates. The Nevada debate got pretty heated. I see that Mayor Pete and Bloomberg are lefties (left handed that is). Pete always looked poised and articulate which I appreciate and he got in a good one when he mentioned that the party should choose someone who is actually a democrat.  Bernie seemed a little rattled by that. Later Pete really dressed down Amy Klobuchar and made himself look like a dick. Joe Biden jumped in with his credits occasionally but often seemed a bit lost. He slammed back that they were all talking about the health care plane he helped to create and that he himself had dealt with the Mexican President. His name came up after it was mentioned that Amy could not remember the President’s name. The gloves were off with Bloomberg as Elizabeth Warren called him out on Billionaires and NDA’s. I loved the interaction but realistically Mr. Mike can’t just release people from agreements they made in an NDA, especially if it did not involve him. Bloomberg sounded pompous and clueless about the world outside of his company. He got a moan when he said he couldn’t exactly use turbo tax and when he said he may have told a few jokes that women didn’t like. He brushed off his taxes much like Trump does. The former mayor of NY called out socialists as communists. Klobuchar had the best comeback of the night when she was told her health care plan could fit on a post it. She proclaimed that the post it was invented in her state of Minnesota. Again, there were people shouting from the audience as Joe tried to talk. C’mon give everybody an equal chance.

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The South Carolina debate was fiery as well. The CBS debate was hosted by Gayle King and Norah O’Donnell. Bloomberg was booed right off the bat about Russia helping Bernie but he late had many cheers. He and Biden and Steyer had some real support there. Tom Steyer was actually quite impressive and seemed well spoken.  He was the only one who brought up the impeachment. He had a great point that we all know that republicans who did not convict Trump are complicit in the Russian meddling. Then he ruined it all by being alarmist with his fear. He warned us off the former republican and the socialists. I loved Bernie’s ideas about small business’s getting in on the marijuana business and not letting big corporations taking it over. He is also the only one in debates that I have seen consistently bring up Native Americans.  Biden again kept jumping in to tell us that he did this or that. Amy disagreed about a bill he claimed to have written. Warren said “dig in” numerous times. She went for the jugular with Bloomberg when she said a former female employee of his said to “kill it” in response to her pregnancy. He denied it but it sure is memorable. She did make great points that he has given much money to Linsey Graham’s campaign as well as other republican runs including against her. BTW he also gave 2.3 mil to Rick Snyder, the Gov of Michigan after the water crisis was well known.  I love that Amy is always saying that we shouldn’t fight amongst ourselves but she just does not have the votes so she needs to go. Bernie got some boos about guns for he seems the softest in that area.

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Joe Biden won the South Carolina primary in a big way.

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Dick Van Dyke, Sarah Silverman and Public Enemy among others will be at the Bernie Sanders rally in L.A. on March 1.

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Just think what the 400 million that Bloomberg spent on his campaign could have done for the debt of the average American.  Instead of a campaign for a presidency that he can’t win, he could have helped so many get a leg up.

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I don’t understand why “respected” journalists like Chuck Todd don’t throw W H reps off the set when they disrespect him or his colleagues with fake news jabs.

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Bob Moore of Bob’s Red Mill is giving his company away to his employees. Now, that’s a boss!!

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Bone, Thugs and Harmony have made a deal with Buffalo Wild Wings to rename themselves Boneless thugs and Harmony. The publicity stunt is to promote boneless wings.

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NASA is hiring.

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Scotland has made feminine sanitary products free!!

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Is this true? There were pigeons in Nevada with MAGA hats glued to their heads??

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The final Criminal Minds has aired. CBS often aired double episodes which made it seem like they really wanted to get rid of it. Kirsten Vangsness and Erica Messer wrote the final episode which seemed to give special attention to Penelope and Reid as they were the originals. The other characters seemed a little overlooked but they all had happy endings. Where was Reid’s new girlfriend?  I was hoping to see Shemar Moore but it was great to see Reisgraf and Howell which are old favorites.

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Animal Kingdom returns to TNT on May 28.

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So there is a bit of a mess with the Roger Stone sentencing. Trump is hopping mad about the long sentence recommendation, Barr is said to be pretending to spar with the Prez, the DOJ is backing down and people are resigning.

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R.I.P. Shirley Jean Cade, Robert Conrad,  Katherine Johnson, Lyle Mays, B. Smith, A.E. Hotchner, Bashir Jackson, Ja’net Dubois, Pat Agee, victims of the Molson Coors shooting and Orson Bean.

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Tony Stark X Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 End

AN: A fuck finally managed to write a thing! Writer’s block is a bitch.

A blaring alarm kept going off, waking you in the most annoying way.

“Tony, turn it off,” you mumbled sleepily, not bothering to open your eyes. When the alarm kept going, you shifted to shake his shoulder only to be met with air, “Tones?” Sitting up, you looked around before reaching over his side for your phone. “Hello?”

“Good morning, YN,” Pepper greeted, “I’m sorry for waking you. I wanted to know if you and Ro were free for the next two days?”

“Yeah, we’re not busy,” you answered, suppressing a yawn.

“Then would you like to join me at the Stark Expo. It would be nice for Ro to see something else Tony has made. Especially since he’s been...distant lately.”

You thought for a moment, wondering if she knew about Tony’s condition. If Rhodey did. He told you last night, even if he hadn’t he’d be sure to tell them soon. “I think that sounds good. We’ve never really went out together. It would be nice,” you agreed, “Yeah, I’m sure Ro would love to go.”

“Great! Happy and I can be over in two hours to pick the both of you up.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” The line went dead soon after plans were made. “Tones? Still around?” You called out, not really expecting you’d get a response back.

Getting up, you walked to Ro’s room to wake her for the day. “C’mon, sweetheart, time to get up.”

“More sleeps mama. No ups.” She curled up more comfortably into her blankets, “nigh’ night.”

You couldn’t help a laugh, “We’re going to see somewhere new today.”

“Daddy coming?”

“No, sweetheart, but Pepper and Happy are going to take us.”

Ro pouted, pulling up the cover over her head. “No Pepper.”

“C’mon Ro, she’s kind and very nice. Give her a chance. She said wants to show you somewhere secret for your birthday present. You’re not being nice right now.”

“But daddy kissing her, don’t like it.”

“It’s okay,” you pulled the blanket off of her, “We don’t have to like everything when it’s given to us, but we can love them once we learn about the situations more. Just one shot, that’s all I’m asking. Your daddy cares about her very much.”

Her pout didn’t waiver, but gave you a small nod. “I try. Promise.”

“Great!” You picked her up, she sighed comfortably, nuzzling against your neck. “Let’s wake up a little before we start getting ready, Sleeping Beauty.”

-

Your daughter sat across from Pepper, humming as she scribbled in her coloring book. Ratty old ‘Ony Bear sat on the seat beside her, strapped in by her orders. Every other moment or so, she’d look up at Pepper shyly, curiosity in her eyes. A question poking and prodding at her. She wondered, briefly, wondered if it was a question you’d scold her for and one that would pull a laugh from Tony.

“Miss Pepper?” She interrupted the conversation about Pepper’s new position.

“Yes, Ro?”

“Does daddy love you or me more?”

Pepper laughed, “I don’t think your dad can love anyone more than you.”

“Does daddy love you more than mommy?” She asked, starting to color again.

That left an awkward air between the adults, one that a snoring Happy was completely oblivious towards. Pepper looked at you for an answer.

“Well...who makes daddy get out of the lab all the time?”

She looked up for a second, thinking, “Both.”

“Then that means, he has to love Dum-E more, right?”

Ro giggled loudly,  “E, loves daddy in lab! Whats ‘bout J?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a minute, playing it up to try to move her a long from the topic, “I’d say he’s a close second. Now, why don’t you and I play a game!” Ro cheered in agreement, before looking through her bag for whatever game she could figure out on the spot.

There had been a tension in the air between you and Pepper that neither truly understood. Though you were grateful for her new assistant, Natalie, for sensing it and suddenly having a wave of work that couldn’t be avoided. Still, you didn’t enjoy her inquisitive looks towards Ro.

“I didn’t know Mr. Stark had any children,” she stated when Ro got bored enough to fall asleep in her chair, “She does have some resemblance. Maybe it’s the eyes, but she favors you.”

“She’s mine,” you shrugged it off, “Comes with hanging out with Tony. A pap asked Ro if Tony was her daddy once and it sticked. We’ve tried to correct her, but you know how kids are when they get something stuck in their heads. We both figured it’s just something to grow out of.” She didn’t look convinced at the lame cover you and Tony had for on the spot emergencies. Usually people didn’t care once they found out she wasn’t his.

“Wouldn’t reaffirming it just be damaging? I’m sure her father doesn’t enjoy it much.”

“No complaints so far. Besides, I’m sure you don’t wanna be stuck on a jet with a crying four year old, just because I corrected her. It’s just easier for the time being to indulge her.”

Natalie gave you a judgmental look, “But Stark of all people? Are you sure th-“

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You cut her off, getting defensive.

“He just seems like an odd choice. All things considered.”

“Tony’s a good man. You haven’t known him enough to even begin to understand everything.” You weren’t the most patient when it came to people’s thoughts on Tony. Even after all these years, you couldn’t quiet get a handle on it like Rhodey had. Especially with all the politics surrounding Iron Man lately. You just didn’t want to hear it. “Don’t even think of questioning my decisions when it comes to Tony or my daughter.”

Natalie raised her brow but didn’t offer another word. Though her expression was blank, something told you that your small out burst had given her a reaction she wanted. What for whose to know?

-

“Mama, daddy coming now?” Ro asked, a bit pitifully.

The both of you were holed up in a hotel room while Pepper made perpetrations for the tech demonstration happening the following day.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” you motioned for the little girl to come sit in your lap, “But, maybe we can try to call him. Would you like that?”

Much to your surprise, she sook her head ‘no’. “Not same. I wan’ see daddy.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe when we get back home, promise we’ll spend some time with him.”

“Ice cream?”

“If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine with me. The whole day can be a family day.”

-

Ro held your hand, skipping along beside you as the group made its way to the Stark Expo.

“I’ll be busy all day with the event and a couple of meetings,” Pepper offered you an apologetic smile, “I really thought I’d be able to keep the two of you some type of company today.”

“It’s fine, Pepper,” you shrugged, “Business calls. I’m sure Ro and I can keep ourselves more than entertained. Right kid?”

Ro looked around everywhere her eyes big in wonder, “Yes!”

“I’ll send you a message later tonight, so the two of you can see the show. Have fun.”

“Thank you miss Pepper,” Ro shouted waving her off.

You looked around, “So, where to first?” You didn’t really have a chance to finish before Ro started pulling you off towards an exhibit with a robot greeter at the door.

The whole day was spent going in and out of various shops and exhibitions. She even convinced you to get her a small Stark Industries shirt because she liked that it looked like Tony’s, Iron Man snow globe, and a tiny backpack so she didn’t need to hold her things. When the two of you took a quick break at a play area she found herself a little friend with a kid in an Iron Man mask.

Around sun down you got a text from Pepper, signaling it was time to meet up with the rest of the group. Ro was warn down, so you opted to carry her over, hoping she’d regain enough energy to get through the show without throwing a tantrum. When you finally made your way over, Ro slipped from your arms.

“‘M big girl mommy.”

“You weren’t a big girl five seconds ago,” you joked, lightly squeezing her hand in yours.

Ro stuck her tongue out at you before smiling, remarkably similar to Tony. Sometimes you wondered about those kinds of things. Whether she did pick up his little ticks or you just wanted to see them. As she was growing her features were starting to become more similar to Alex’s, but part of you wished she looked like someone that actually loved and cared for her instead.

“Thank you miss Pepper!” Ro’s shout pulled you out of your thoughts. She ran over quickly to hug her leg. “Next time, you come too?”

Pepper smiles, returning the hug happily, “It’s a deal. Are you ready to see the show?” She asked, starting to escort the two of you to your seats.

The show went off with out a hitch. You wouldn’t expect it to go another way, Pepper seems to have planned it down to the second.  Still, you couldn’t help but cringe when Hammer came out. The charisma he wanted to show just wasn’t there, you hushed Ro from giggling too loudly. You kept a scoff at bay while he pretended to care about keeping people safe rather than his own ego. Sure, you were probably biased, but he was still easy to see through. As he stroked his ego, different bots raised through the stage, a set for each branch of the military.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today I am proud to present to you the very first prototype in the Variable Threat Response Battle Suit and its pilot, Air Force Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes!” Hammer announced, gesturing to Rhodey.

“Uncle Rhodey!” Ro cheered, standing up from her seat to jump up and clap. She cut of with a gasp as Iron Man flew into the arena. “Daddy!”

You grabbed her hand so she wouldn’t run onto the stage. Rhodey and Tony seemed to have some kind of argument. Ro pulling against you took more of your attention, while you tried to calm her down, promising she’d get to see him in a minute.

“No! Now mommy!” Your grip on her slipped. That’s when the crowd started screaming, gunshots sounded off, and glass started shattering all around. “Leave daddy ‘lone!” You heard her shout, running in the direction she saw Tony fly off toward.

You tried to run after her, but the crowd of panicked people put more and more distance in between. All you could do was continue going forward and follow the small glimpse of her backpack. “Ro!”

The sound of explosions rang through the air. Someone from behind pushed you down, trying to get ahead. Some of the shattered glass cut a slice across your cheek. There wasn’t time to think about that as you got up, narrowly missing being stampeded over. When you finally made it out of the building, you had already lost sight of Ro. Mechanical whirling of the drones coming closer sent panic through you, but you stopped to look for her from your positions. A small body turned corner, wearing the same backpack Ro had. You had to trust it was her.

Chasing after the little figure, you’d always be a moment too late. Either a crowd would be in the way or she’d turn a corner. When you finally came close, she was running toward the little boy with the Iron Man mask from earlier. a drone was taking aim at him, Tony seemingly came out of no where just in time to stop it before flying back off. A small shout of “Good job, daddy!” waved off the fear you were following another kid.

You sped up as she stopped short of the boy. “Did it hurt you?” She asked.

“Uh huh,” he shook his head, “Stopped it just on time! Iron Man even told me good job!”

You grabbed Ro and picked her up, safer in your arms than on the ground in case she decided it was time for another run. “Don’t do that again. Stay close to me,” you have her a look over, assuring yourself that she was okay, “You can’t do that, okay?”

“Yes, mama, I sorry.”

“Hey,” you smiled at the little kid, “Do you mind taking off your mask, please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he pulled it off, giving you a big smile.

“Do you know where your parents are?”

“Um...,” he shook his head, “I came here with my aunt and uncle.”

“Mind if I help you find them?”

“Please?” He grabbed your hand.

You took the two of them to the least chaotic areas you could find. Hoping they wouldn’t get scared and someone would recognize the kid soon. He seemed to perk up when he saw a man looking around frantically.

“Uncle Ben!” He called out running towards him.

The man turned around, easily catching the boy in his arms. “You’re safe,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “Don’t run away again, Pete. May’s worried sick.”

“I’m sorry, but I helped Iron Man!” Pete informed, “And this nice lady helped me find you.”

Ben looked to where Pete pointed to give you a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry, we really need to go find my wife. Do the two of you want to come with us? Maybe we can help you out too?”

“It’s not a problem. I think we’ll be okay,” you looked around, “despite things. Stay safe.”

“You too. Thank you again.”

An explosion happened close by, “I think, it’s time for us to go.” You tucked in Ro close, attempting to avoid all the crowds. All the same, you couldn’t ignore another’s toddler’s cries. A quick observation, you noticed her crying, looking into a wrecked building, thick smoke billowing out.

“Mama!” She cried, taking small, unsteady steps towards the danger.

Quickly you ran over to scooped her up. Glancing inside the shop, you found her mother quickly. Some rubble piled on her unconscious body. You could get her out, you decided as if there was any other option. Taking the girls to a bench clear from smoke, you made Ro sit, wrapping her arms snuggly against the toddler.

“Whatever you do, don’t let her go and stay here.”

She looked up, tears already pulling in her eyes. The fear she was so ignorant to minutes ago hit her in this moment. As well as she could, she managed a, “Yes, mommy.”

Taking a deep breath of clean air you ran into the building. Smoke was thick, but you could still manage to see somethings decently. Running over to the young parent, you started pushing off the rubble off as quickly as possible. You coughed hoarsely as smoke filled your lungs. Finally freeing her, you dragged her out of the building.

Making it as close to the girls as you could, you stopped to check the woman’s vitals. Her breathing and pulse were both dangerously low. You hoped Tony wasn’t in a life or death situation. Setting the call up, you handed Ro the phone, “When your dad answers tell him we need an EMT exactly where we are. If he doesn’t answer press the green phone again,” you ordered, before beginning CPR.

Some stress was taken off of you when you heard Ro speak uncertainty into the phone. Scared, but she got the basic gist of it through. The little girl’s crying didn’t allow much relief. A sense of pride took you over when you heard Ro make her voice a bit stronger and start to comfort the little girl.

Taking the time to check the woman’s pulse again told you it was stronger, but wouldn’t stay that way if you stopped CPR completely. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you knew the toddler had stopped crying, explosions were raking through the air, and finally a stressed EMT told you it was time for you to take a break. Pulling away you went to slump down next to Ro, taking the toddler from her.

“You did so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

The EMT spoke up before Ro could, “Do you three need a ride to the hospital?”

“Yeah, the baby is her’s,” you motioned to the mother the other EMT’s were putting into an ambulance, “I’d like to make sure she gets to someone she knows safely.”

Nearly twenty minutes later, you, Ro, and the mystery child were in seats in the hospital waiting room. You had bought them drinks and snacks from the vending machines to keep them sedated as they watched whatever cartoon was playing on tv. Remembering it may be a good idea to tell Tony the two of you were safe and well, you started looking for your phone. Not here. Must have been left at the bench.

You didn’t get to focus on it much before a young man ran in frantically. “I’m here for Olivia Campo. Is our baby here? I don’t know where our daughter is and the person that called me said Olivia was still unconscious.”

Taking a shot, you walked over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder, mystery toddler on your hip. “What do you want?” He asked turning around, not particularly rudely, just stressed and terrified beyond compare. Instantly, his face softened and he quickly grabbed her from your arms, “Do you know what happened to Olivia and Sofía?”

You gave him a quick rundown of what happened and how you had found the two of them.

“Thank you, ma’am. For everything. For saving them. Is there anything at all I can do for you?”

“Can I borrow your cell phone?” You asked, “I really need to call my kid’s dad.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he handed over his phone, “Take your time. I’m going to find out if they know anything else about my wife.”

Keying in the memorized number, you hit call. “Hey, Tones.”

“YN,” he sighed, “Are you okay? Is Ro?”

“We’re fine. Ro’s been through way more than I’d thought she’d go through on this trip, but fine. What about you and Rhodey?”

“I think Rhodey will fill in the role of sidekick just fine.”

“Funny, I always thought of you as the sidekick in that situation.”

“You’re probably right,” he laughed tiredly, “J has your location. Happy is going to drive over and pick the both of you up. Then we’re settling things and going home.”

“A shower and my own bed sound great right now.”

“Then it’s a play. We’ve got a date in your bed first thing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Goodbye Tony, I’ll see you later.”

-

Nearly a week later life was back to normal. Tony had just came back from his and Rhodey’s honorary ceremony in Washington and Ro was happily humming to herself as she drew.

“You’re such a dick,” you laughed, “How’d you even get Stern to be your presenter?”

“A pirate owed me a favor,” he stated, continuing when you raised your brow, “This secret boy band thing Avengers.”

“The Avengers?” You scrunched your nose, “Just name yourselves the Justice League and call it a day. What are your group avenging exactly?”

“Not my group. I’m not even in it.”

“You’re not in it? How’s that happen?”

“Well, Iron Man? Passed with flying colors. Me however, I’m not recommended at all.”

“What’s the tin man without his heart? It’s just a hunk of metal.”

He laughed, giving you a soft smile, “Thats cheesy even for you, but that’s the crux of it. He’s not a narcissistic, compulsive, or self-destructive,” he thought for a moment, “Actually that last one is a build in protocol, but that’s beside the point.”

You frowned, “When did they even get all that? From interviews?”

“Nope, last week was my test. I’m just a bench warmer, that can offer up occasional plans.”

“That’s not you,” you shook your head, “Tones, you put everything in what you do.”

Ro ran up to the table, “Look mommy! Look daddy!” Her chubby fist held up a colored on sheet of paper.

Tony picked her up and sat her on his lap, setting the paper on the table in the process. He looked it over, trying to make sense of the scribbles. “Is it Godzilla and Big Bird playing basket ball?”

“No, silly!” She pointed two to bodyish shaped figures, “Daddy and mommy save day. Superheros. See? And here it says ‘I lo’ you!’”

Tony kissed her cheek, “That’s cute, Ro. We love you too. What do you say we hang up this art work on the fridge?”

“Yes! Please!”

Keeping her in his arms, Tony walked over to the kitchen. He let her adjust around some of her other drawings and helped her set aside the ones she didn’t like anymore. It was their normal procedure. Tony had said it was a lengthy process but Howard had always made him upset when he’d take down drawings calling them “too childish.” There were small things he does to avoid making Ro feel anything less than perfect. He tried so hard.

“You’re a great dad,” you stated, dropping a kiss on his cheek.

He put his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Thank you, beautiful. That means a lot.” You watched as Ro moved around the magnets, making sure that her favorite pieces were set up perfectly. Tony watched you. For the briefest moment he thought about how easy it would be to close the distance. Take his shot and see what happened. The weight in his arms brought him back to reality, he had fucked up his family enough this month. So, instead he opted to kiss the scar you had earned yourself at the Expo, grateful that was the extent of your injuries. “I love the both of you.”

You look at him, smiling the smile that always knocked the air out of him. “I love you, too, Tony.”

“Lo’ you, daddy.” Ro turned his arms to hug him.

Someone knocked, startling the domestic bliss of the home. “I think that’s Happy and Pepper,” you said, pulling away.

“Happy and Pepper?”

“Yeah, family dinner. Rhodey should be here in twenty.”

“They’re family now?” He asked, smiling.

“Of course, you care about them don’t you? The only one missing is J.A.R.V.I.S., but that’s one you.”

“How?”

“I keep telling you to make a garage and a system here.”

“Dear, if I did that I’d have absolutely no reason to ever leave this house.”

“I don’t think we’d mind that very much,” you laughed. “We love having you here. Now, I should go open the door before Happy isn’t.”

“Good luck with that. He’s always a grouch.”

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[rami-writes-blog]

Highschool Sweethearts- Chapter 1 (Reader x Rami Malek)

~ it has been a while. But here I am with another story. For all the people reading ‘Someone like... Me?’. The story is as per yesterday finished with in total 19 chapters. It’s in full on Wattpad: @Rami-Writes. Let me know what your thoughs are about my stories. love to hear them <3′

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A/N: Please be advised that this is not a true story and is purely fictional. The pictures, quotes and GIF's used - are not mine.  Warnings: 18+, (self)harming, drugs, alcohol.

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'’Ugh. Today will be a long day''. I whine and sigh out loud as Mel and I walk into school together. It's already super crowded and I immediately regret that I got out of bed for this this morning.

''You know I'll be to the dentist in 1,5 hours.. Right Lo?''  Fuck, I completely forgot that it was today. That means it'll just me for lunch today. Damn, I really hate sitting alone with lunch. I always feel so watched by other people. So awkward. ''Yea I know'' I pretend that I remember. She gives me a kiss on my cheek and walks away. '''I have class. See you later!'' she waves at me. Quickly put in my earbuds and listen to some music.

After I grabbing my stuff out of my locker, I walk off to class. I have English for two hours. It's a good thing that the teacher usually lets us work for ourselves so at least I won't have to engage with other people.

When I walk into the classroom, I'm happy to see that the desk way in the back, is still free. I always sit there since nobody really pays attention to anyone back there. I put my English book upright on my desk, hide behind it and grab my notebook and pen. I've had writers block for days now and I sure hope today will be the day I'll be putting some words on paper again.

I love writing lyrics. Well since I actually never sing, unless I'm alone in my room, I'm guessing 'poems' is a better word. I'm lost deep in my thoughts and music, when suddenly I get this feeling  that I'm being watched. When I peek over the book, I can see the teacher looking at me. Just as the rest of the class is. All my blood rushes towards my cheeks immediately. Fuck. I quickly put down the book and remove the earbuds from my ear. ''I- I'm sorry'' I apologize as I clear my throat. I'm too ashamed to look at anyone now so in stead I just look at my desk and nervously draw circles on it with my finger.

''Alright. Now that Mrs. Taylor has finally decided to join us again''.. Mr. Wilde clears his throat, stops for a second and looks at me again .. Thanks a lot, shithead. I think to myself.  Now everyone will be talking about me for the rest of the day. Or maybe even the entire week. Fuck... My life.

Ashamed I'm slouching in my chair. Luckily he goes on pretty quickly after that. ''Class. As of today we have a new student in our middle, to graduate with the rest of you'' Hmm.. A new student? When I finally dare to look around from underneath my lashes to find out  that all the attention has been drawn from me, I dare to look up again.

My eyes immediately fall on the tallish, handsome boy next to him ''Hi, I'm Rami'', he says with a deep and sensual voice. Rami... What a beautiful name. He puts up his hands to kind of make this wave-gesture and I can tell he's kind of uncomfortable. As he smiles friendly, he exposes his white teeth a bit and the way he smiles makes my knees kind of tremble.

''And since he's new here. Please be nice to him. Or I WILL find out. And you WILL be in trouble.'' Mr. Wilde warns with holding his index finger up, before he lets Rami take a seat. He's is such an uptight douchebag.

In the middle of the room, one of the popular and also prettiest girls, Jacky, pushes away her friend next to her to clear the seat.. Clearly hoping Rami will go and sit there. She's just making eyes at him, throwing her hair flirtatious over her shoulder. She's so dumb, I roll my eyes at her.

Suddenly I see he's looking my way. Shit, the seat next to me and Jacky are the only ones that are free. I nervously sit up straight again, pretending to being busy with my book. PLEASE. Come sit here, I think to myself.. I try not to be too obvious, because that's lame. Besides, I know beforehand he'll choose Jacky. They always do.

''Now – please continue working on your assignment. IN PEACE.'' The tacher adds strictly. He's gesturing Rami to take a seat. I actually don't dare to look at him, but I need to take a quick peek. To my amazement Rami's gaze continues to linger on me and the seat next to me, not even giving Jacky any attention. She's definitely not happy with that. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.. What am I gonna say? He comes walking towards me. Act cool Lo. ACT. COOL.

''Hey'' he says with a friendly smile, as he sits down at the desk next to mine. ''uh no problem'' I immediately blur out. NO! What was that? For so far the ''act cool''.. I actually facepalm myself and he laughs at that. I was actually expecting him to ask if he could sit next to me. I clear my throat silently and shift lightly in my seat.

I take a deep breath. ''Ok. I'm going to do that again. Hey. I'm Loren'' I laugh nervously as I turn to him and stick out my hand for him to shake it. ''But people call me Lo''. I see some girls giggling at me so my cheeks turn even more red. Why me, God? Why me? He takes my hand softly. ''Well my name you know already'' he says sweetly. Holding my hand just a second longer than actually neccesary. Setting my skin on fire.

I put one earbud again to avoid being awkward and turn back to my 'work'. Secretly I try to steal another glance of him, from underneath my laches. My cheeks turn red when I see he's looking at me. I feel like a kid that's been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar. He smiles at me and moves a few inches closer, moving with his entire desk my way. ''So...'' he says in a low volume. With his desk now shoved against mine he's dangerously close to me.. And as if that's not enough he even bends a bit towards me.

With only a few inches between my ear and his mouth he whispers ''what are you listening to?''. His voice so deep and his warm breath caressing my skin, giving me goosebumps all over. ''Uhm..'' When I turn my head a bit to face him, his big green eyes are still watching my every move, waiting for my response. ''Uhm. Just my playlist from Spotify?''. I eventually respond in a kind of questioning tone.

He looks at me with an expecting look in his eyes. There's something about him. He smiles brightly and is sweet. He acts outgoing but something tells me he's really insecure.. I don't know, it's something in his eyes. Or maybe it's just a vibe he sends.. Something tells me he puts up walls, a mask.. a happy face. To anyone around him. Who's the sweet and funny guy who'll do anything for anyone, anytime. Who looks so carefree. But as soon as he comes home and takes of he's just the lonely one.. just like me.

''You want to listen?'' I ask him politely as I offer him the other earbud. He nods and gratefully accepts the earbud. ''Just hit next if you don't like the song'' I let him know as I lay my phone in between us.

My heart races like crazy at this moment and I feel quite nervous. Both in a good way and a not-so-good way. I pick up my pen and paper again and start to write. I feel kind of.. guilty? But also so good too. In matter of seconds he made happen what I couldn't for days, give me inspiration. I mean how is it that this guy, who's a complete stranger to me, makes me feel things that I've never even felt with Ty? In literally, only MINUTES.

I can tell Rami is glancing my way every once in a while. When I secretly peek his way, I notice he's also busy with a notebook in front of him. Every now and then our eyes lock for a second and we smile politely or make some small talk and before I know it the two hours fly by really fast. As the bel rings loudly, I quickly put everything in my backpack and swing it over my shoulder. I give Rami a polite smile as a flush strikes my cheeks once again and walk past him.

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[sapphicdalliances]

Hi, Yuletide writer! First of all, my sincere apologies in my delay of getting this letter written up at all, and my enthused thanks for being here!

I’m a simple bitch with simple tastes; here is a general summary of my preferences, and fandom-specific notes and prompts can be found further down!

I very much enjoy:

Romance -- anything up to and including plotless shippy drivel

Short fics, or even collections of tiny fics

Long fics too, so I guess what I mean is, don’t feel pressured either way

Comedic tones, slice-of-life, lighthearted fun, any amount of improbable romcom tropes

Am also hella on board with misunderstandings, drama or angst as long as there is a happy ending!

I’m deeply okay with AUs, and most likely would be down for any modern, romcom, fantasy/fairytale, gender swap, or remix/crossover AUs you feel inspired to explore! My favourite settings include mundane/urban fantasy (witches! werewolves!), anachronism-stew-with-magic western fantasy jumbles, and disney’s Tangled.

Specific tropes I love:

Proposal fic

Wedding fic where the couple getting married is not the main couple

Outsider/third character POV of the main couple

Exes who are still in love/getting back together

Friends-with-benefits-with-feelings/did a bad job keeping it casual

Shipfic where two or more couples are contrasted

Oblique declarations of love/saying i love you without saying i love you

Provision and caretaking (acts of service!)

Aggressive matchmaking/wingmanning by an enthused friend

Hanahaki, or any other improbably dramatic instances of Cannot Spit It Out

Arranged marriage/fake marriage/fake dating

Epistolary fic

Regrettably I also love a/b/o, especially the kind that emphasises on scent safety and contains little to no actual sex

I’m not as into:

Political or social intrigue, mysteries, complex magical plots — by no means a dealbreaker, but not high on my list of priorities

Kidfic

First person narration

Soulmate AUs specifically

In general, please avoid:

Character death or serious/permanent injury

Animal abuse or death

Infidelity

Hopeless or downer endings

Fandom specific info starts here!

Princess Tutu - Ahiru, Fakir

I’ve loved Ahiru/Fakir for years and years — they are both very strong, willful but compassionate characters, and the way they intersect is just so sweet to me. While I would be ravenous for any tutu content, gen included, I really would be particularly delighted with some overtly shippy fic for this one, I hope that’s okay!

Suggestions:

Modern AUs: vet science major Ahiru + English major Fakir meet in theatre club?

Step Up-style remix where they become somewhat-unwilling dance partners because their regular partners are somehow indisposed and work better than expected

That one ending fix-it AU where Fakir writes her back into a girl and they retire into the village, the one we all have in our treacherous hearts, i will never get enough of these

Fakir and Ahiru’s relationship progression as observed by the other members of the school/town

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list! For this ship, I would like a maximum rating of T, please!

Wotakoi

I love every ship in this manga equally but perhaps I love Kou/Naoya more equally than the other two? They are just so kind and so silly, and so sweet to each other in exactly the way both of them didn’t realise they were missing! Honestly, anything with these characters that’s along the lines of canon would be delightful; the particular energy of misfits realising that they don’t have to be alone is something very dear to me.

Suggestions:

Accidentally dating ft. Kou and Naoya, or, “and you’ve made out how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.”

5 times Hirotaka and Narumi almost, almost kissed, and 1 time they did; the unresolved romantic tension may kill me and it would be worth it

What Hirotaka and Narumi taught each other (apart from the more mundane gaming and life skills, i believe that she taught him how to smile and be loved by others, and he taught her how to be loved by herself!)

Smutty domesticity ft. Koyanagi and Kabakura — a lazy Sunday, laundry in the sun, fucking on the couch, everything easy with familiarity

The fantasy/MMORPG AU, where Hirotaka is the lazy but brilliant crown prince, Naoya the hapless but beloved second prince, Koyanagi his spymaster and Kabakura the captain of the prince’s guard; Narumi his childhood friend-cum-betrothed, and Kou a mysterious archer who saves a distressed Naoya from bandits in the village?

The gang tries to play DND. We finally find a game that Naoya is good at.

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Nezha - Oubing

I feel 100 different ways about this movie and 88 of the ways are SO CHINESE. The filial piety, the familial sacrifice, the friendship! I do believe that Nezha and Aobing are in love, I hope this is a reading of the text that we share, but if not, gen about their friendship/rivalry would also be well-recieved.

Suggestions:

Aobing has been practicing bigu (a cultivation style that is meant to remove one’s need for food or water) since he was born; Nezha introduces him to food, and other creature comforts — do they have BEDS in the dragon palace for example?? Buddhist-style cultivation is very ascetic and difficult, but Nezha is so wild and full of feelings and love!!

Modern AU: delinquent Nezha and prim, proper exchange student Aobing

Modern AU addendum: nobody believes Nezha when he says he’s got a hot boyfriend in Taiwan and thinks that he has made Aobing up

Arranged marriage/political fantasy AU where the prince of dragons is given to the most controversial heavenly general in an effort to improve both families’ social standing

For a gen prompt, if you want to do something about Nezha and/or Aobing’s relationships to their fathers, debts and affections and resentments, that too would be lovely!

On the other end of the spectrum, i’m down for PWP with xeno tropes re: aobing’s dragon anatomy! So long as the top/bottom roles are not too strictly defined, i just like it when they’re equitable or switch!

And of course, feel free to mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Kazetsuyo/Run with the Wind

I didn’t tag any characters because my favourites were not in the list, and of course because I do love everyone, but my personal priorities are in order: Shindo, Musa, Haiji, Kakeru, Nico-chan, Yuki, the bombastic twins, and then everyone else. The spaces between those positions are very small so if you happen to have a passion for a character/ship lower on the list, worry not, there is limitless affection within me for everyone!

Suggestions:

Shindo should get to take Musa to see the snow… he deserves that

He also deserves to run the ekiden again in his fourth year and not be sick and actually win section 5!

I do think Kakeru and Haiji are most definitely soulmates — if you choose to focus on one or both of them, I really do believe they are in the romantic kind of love, is the thing!

Perhaps their relationship, an inevitable drifting together, as perceived by everyone else in aotake?

Or Haiji comes to Kakeru’s graduation, all their tenderest affections still unspoken, and somehow, without any premeditation, by the end of the day they’ve kissed

You know what I think? I think Hana-chan likes and is capable of dating both of the twins, and I love that for her

Or gen canonverse with everyone (or just everyone you care about) taking turns caring for Nira and reflecting on the race!

As above, please feel free to mix it up with the tropes in my general list!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

I only selected Seo and Waka because they are simply my top priority, but if you want to serve a side of Chiyo/Nozaki and/or Hori/Kashima and/or Seo and Kashima being beautiful best friends and/or Mikorin being a beautiful himbo who we are delighted to have here, i would not complain at all!

Absolutely anything about them being goobery oblivious idiots in love would be perfect, such as:

5 times they went on a date without realising, and the time they realised

Everyone else literally just thinks they’re dating and they are completely clueless

Or on the other end of the spectrum, everyone tries desperately to set them up/matchmake for them, not realising that they’ve been going steady for four months

A hanahaki AU would be particularly hilarious with these two, I feel

Urban fantasy AU where Waka is a hapless monster hunter and Seo is an annoying but deeply harmless werewolf who’s been terrorizing his town??

Regency or faux-regency AU where Waka is literally like “drive by your rival’s estate slowly so that she may seethe with jealousy at the loveliness of your new hat” and Seo is like “oh goodness, he is courting me. What a fool. What an absolute buffoon.” and challenges him to a swordfight

Fairytale AU where Seo believes she must rescue the prince from the tower and deliver him back to the kingdom capital, and the prince, who had not realised he’d been kidnapped, thinks Seo is a usurper from a rival kingdom who must be supervised all the way back to the kingdom capital to be served her justice

Or anything else equally romcom-y, and of course, as always, throw in as many tropes as you like!

Thank you for reading this whole mess of a letter, and I sincerely hope I haven’t bored you too much. The most important thing to me is that whatever you end up writing, you are able to enjoy the process at least somewhat, and deliver a fic that you like! I can also be found on twitter at @hawberries_ (for art) and @popplioikawa (for general ramblings), and if you have any desire to send an anon ask to this tumblr with questions, i’m actually not sure if that’s allowed but i’d be happy to get some! Thank you again, and happy holidays!

#shut up phee #yuletide

[panelshowsource]

of course! i love susie! here is the susie tag! i made a susie set last week!

all the submissions i’ve ever received in the past were just pictures alongside someone’s opinions/questions... i can’t privately respond to those like i can with an ask, and they never felt quite appropriate to post. what would you want to submit? you can always tag your own content with #panelshowsource and i will see it!

nope! we do have something called "comedians of the world" which features joel dommett, mae martin, nish kumar, ellie taylor, and quite a lot of standup specials like james acaster, jimmy carr, greg davies, daniel sloss, jack whitehall etc. but with a basic internet proxy, anyone can easily swap their country’s netflix account to british netflix to stream these (x) :)

hello! wow i watched that last year bc in the film miles jupp is married to james wilby (of maurice fame, you may well know), so of course i had to see it. miles is genuinely a talented actor, i recommend watching him in the new howards end and also journey’s end. as for chicklit, i just googled “watch chicklit” and it came right up for me x

where is the proof

sure! twink!john is ultimate john... the new special was a bit bleak though wasn’t it? and i can do that anon, i’m trying to make more drunk history gifs anyway :)

can u believe??

god made her incredible at street fighter to make up for her shit dancing. and good job, god, if i may say so

i certainly have — the new eps are always posted to /r/panelshow, so it’s easy to keep up. it’s a pleasant enough show if you’re liberal scum like me :)

hahahaha oh anon, how i wish i knew the exact reason. i live for frankie’s apparent disdain for james corden (which did not in fact end in 2014, because he did a joke about it in the first series of new world order)...

...which is apparently not reciprocated...

i’m sure there’s no real contempt on a personal level, and james, as a comedian, understands how and why he is a punchline to some people (and can take it). that said, i think his generally appearing “fake” in his personality and penchant for laughing a lot as well as not being a particularly clever or original comedic writer brings the groans from other comedians. after he started winning major awards is when it became particularly trendy not to like him *shrug*

yes, yes, and it depends...some comics are good presenters, some are good roasters, some are good at standup, some are good at podcasts. so ! i like john mulaney, maria bamford, bo burnham, robin williams, sam morril, and i love roast battles so a lot of the greats on jeff ross presents roast battle (mike lawrence, matthew broussard, etc). but apart from mulaney i can’t think of any i religiously keep up with!

hello everyone! yes i certainly watched it, i thought it was nice :) it was a good selection of guests and it was nice to see so many new gen panelists on one programme; i think it helped josh & james and tom & rob are such old friends, and obviously jess & james know each other at least mildly well. dynamics make panel shows. i think the format is decent but really dependent on the guests...i could tell so many of the answers were pre-planned with elaborate set ups (props) and i generally find the less obvious that is, the better, so i hope that improves as they move forward. james is also a little less weird and a little more talk show host-y, which is an odd look for him and i’m not sure how i feel about it, bc i assumed josh would be taking that role so james could fuck about a bit — but it certainly feels like the james acaster show 😂 i’ll be interested to see how it continues with different guests. i love the “how much money to do xyz” round, because i play that all the time irl and it’s hilarious making people explain themselves. but i’ll say this: like you guys i obviously really like james, but if we’re being real this is not the funniest panel show of all time aljskfhg or whatever. sometimes i think being consistently pleasant (looking at you, insert name here) can be even better than that. so that’s what i’m hoping for it!

i don’t i’m sorry to say anon. i can see select episodes are on dailymotion but it looks to me like you’ll have to go here and politely make a request. but in the meantime, never forget.........

is that a james acaster fan i detect? ;) x

haha i don’t know what kind of magical powers you think i have as a lil american with 400gb on google drive and no other materials other than the interwebz to watch panel shows, but let me introduce you to a well-known resource around these parts...

vlc is king queen! enjoy! x

right here boo! thank you for your patience!

of course not! imo you’re not asking enough! check out this tag, i’ve been working on it...;)

HMM LET’S CONSIDER...

im right here silly

f.a.q. // tags

ps. thanks to everyone for sending in your feedback on double-giffing, meeting celebs, and more! i got all of your messages and i really enjoyed reading all of your perspectives. to keep the blog (mostly) free of drama and debate, i won’t be publishing most of them, but you can always privately message me if you want to talk more :) and sorry i couldnt do original women weds this week; i had a quick surgery yesterday and i was really tired last night. next week will be really good, promise! x sarah

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