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cheesus-doodles · 5 months

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bro i’m so desperate for a shion fanfic or scenarios like i haven’t seen much shion fanfics and i NEED it and i’m obsessed with your works literally i keep rereading them whenever i cant find any good fanfics 😭

come and get your man shion anon 😤 i got you - have some hcs!

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Yandere BFF Shion HCs

best way to describe this man as a yandere bestfriend would be like having a puppy, albeit an overly eager and rather mouthy puppy

thinking of where you could possibly meet this boy and I honestly doubt you would ever find him within two miles of a school

most likely you two would have met before Shion became part of the Black Dragons, because he would have been too obsessed with the gang and Izana after that

fastest way to anyone's heart is through their stomach, so you probably met him waiting in line for crepes at a food cart, though waiting in line would probably be pushing facts by quite a bit

this blond boy instead would have made his way straight to the front of the queue demanding to be served first because he was hungry and he wanted food right now, and on any normal given day, no one would dare speak up

what was respect and conformity again? not anything that Shion knows or gives a shit about

unfortunately for this delinquent, you were apart of the queue that day, and you were absolutely not having it

marched up to him, grabbing him by his ear and giving it a good twist - asking him what did he think he was doing, if he did not see everyone else waiting in line, and if he didn't think that they were all hungry too

dragging him still by his ear to the back of the line chiding him the whole way, making him join right at the end before returning to your spot in the queue

could hear a pin drop in that area, but it didn't seem like you noticed

everyone else around was sure you were going to be absolutely pummeled after that little stunt - did you not see that he was a delinquent, what with that dyed hair, ferocious face tattoos and multiple ear piercings?

surprisingly enough, against their fear, all Shion did was respectfully wait in line till it was his turn, collected his crepe and then made his way to a bench under the shade of a tree to enjoy his food

you joined him at the bench, your own uneaten crepe still in hand and your huffiness completely gone - you had been waiting for him since you had gotten your food earlier

Shion was no doubt huffy himself now though

just who did you think you were telling him what to do??

but he didn't chase you off since he kinda admired your courage and your no nonsense behavior, and you seemed kinda interesting, so he very kindly let you continue to sit un-pummeled next to him

and that was how the two of you first became friends

Shion found himself hanging around you more and more, mostly because despite the fact that he is loud, rude and lack any semblance of respect, you obviously didn't mind

one of the few civilians/non-delinquents that didn't fear him in the slightest, and he appreciated the normal friendship that he seldom got to enjoy

and of course, he liked that you were one of the few could put him in his place with a good tongue lashing and maybe a twist of his ear when you needed to do so

more like this blond boy let you put him in his place because anyone would get beaten in the ground before they can touch him, but still

he likes it :)

you'll be surprised to find Shion turning up at your school to attend classes, because he isn't a student at your school

but you'll still welcome him to join because you know that your new friend barely attends classes at all, and if it took you being there for him to attend, then so be it

all the other students keep a good distance away from you

the two of you quickly become best friends when you realize both of you shared a favorite show, and the two of you start to invite the other over to catch the latest episode at each other's houses

and you would of course help Shion with his homework (if any), while he just bugs you to do something more fun while you are trying to do yours

Shion has always come across to me as a very insecure person; he looks up greatly to Izana, possibly because he had been trained and chosen to be his successor

depends very heavily on getting Izana's approval to feel good about his work and life in general, but now that you were a part of his life, some of that clinginess gets shifted over to you

and that was when the yandere tendencies start

you were an average student with an average number of friends

and this blond boy absolutely hates it when your attention is off of him for any reason whatsoever - you should be focused on him and him alone

he was the only one that deserved (needed) your validation to feel anything like himself

no hesitation at all to beat into a pulp anyone he feels is a threat to his friendship and relationship with you - after all, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission

you would be no doubt very pissed, but nothing that Shion can't solve

would make up some lie that they were bullies/rival delinquents which you would be very suspicious of, but this baby boy would secretly be pleased that your attention was back on him, even if you were angry and scolding him

definitely introduces you to Izana once he joins Black Dragons, as well as everyone else

yet at the same time, Shion would be so eager to earn your approval, like he did from Izana

shows off his bike to you the moment he got it, his gang jacket, and even his knuckle duster collection

though he will fib a little and say that they were only for collection purposes - you know he fights but didn't think he would use anything but his fists

and surprisingly, his completed homework as well (you were always so impressed when he did those)

would be the sort of wanted to show you off to everyone and anyone that would listen - so proud that you were his bestfriend

100% a crier around you (and only you)

it takes a lot of time and a hell lot more of trust from Shion to ever open up to you, because firstly, he has this reputation he needs to maintain of being the "Mad Dog", and he would never show any vulnerability where there is even a possibility that it could be leaked out

and secondly, Shion is really just very shy about emotions and has bad emotional regulation skills - usually he wildly swings from raging to neutral and back and forth, but obviously with a best friend a wider rage is needed and this boy has no idea what to do

but once he does, this baby boy cannot stop crying, especially when shit happens in his life

morphs into a crybaby the moment you two are alone and in the privacy of your/his room with double locked doors

needs the comfort and attention from you to make the booboos go away

knows that you would never let the fact that he cries on your lap leak out, even though you make fun of him from time to time when no one is listening

would deny, deny, deny, but would never get mad at you for teasing him because he is such a softie when it comes to you

you are the both halves that Shion needs in his life - a firm hand when needed and comforting and kind at all other times

would never want to let you go no matter what - you had earned yourself the loyalty of the Mad Dog that you weren't allowed to ever relinquish

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behidethetrees · 8 months

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YOU COULD BE MY BABY, LET ME MAKE YOU MY LADY.

IN WHICH…Rafe Cameron cant get enough of you.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem! Pogue!Reader

Contents: NON CANON!Rafe, Reader fixes cars, Kinda mean and flirty!Rafe, Your main friends are the pogues, This is set in the 2000s!

A/N!!: This is a prequel to this fic per @sublimepenguinpeach-blog request! Rafe is sooo boyfriend i need him idc. Enjoy!

Prequel Part 1

MARCH 2006.

You were 16 years old when you met 17-year-old Rafe Cameron. You knew Rafe because Everyone on the island knows the Kook prince. Little did you know Rafe knew you too, Kinda. He heard rumors about a new girl moving to the outer banks, But when he found out you were a Pogue he quickly became uninterested. At first, he thought you were Trash, You felt the same about him. You had heard so many stories about him from JJ and John B that you just believed he was as stuck up and entitled as they made him seem.

One day at work you went outside to greet your 11 AM client when you realized It was Rafe Cameron. He stood In front of his black Truck, arms crossed and annoyed when he noticed you. Something about you just captivated Rafe's attention. Your face was angel-like with Soft features and big curious eyes that stared right back at Rafe's threatening ones.

As you fixed His engine you never saw him carefully watching your hands or occasionally glance at your determined eyes, That was his favorite thing about you. Rafe didn't speak to you in the hour he was in your presence, He was afraid if he did, He wouldn't stop. Your voice was so sweet that Rafe knew he would get addicted to it sooner or later.

You and the pogues attended midsummer and Rafe hated that he couldn't stop looking at you, From afar Your white flowy dress and your flower crown that he was sure Sarah made for you since yours matched hers. Rafe just couldn't help but ask about you.

“Yo Top who's that chick next to Sarah? Never seen her.” Rafe lied while staring dead at you, Not bothering to move when you noticed.

“Y/N Y/L/N I think.” Topper glances at Rafe's blank face, picking up on why he was asking.

“ Dude are you trying to bag that? She’s a Pogue, And out of your league.” Topper jokes while hitting Rafe's shoulder, Rafe took a quick look at Topper.

“She's pretty hot for a pogue.” Rafe took a swig of his drink.

“Good luck man, Heard she's hard to get.” Topper warns Him. Rafe only rolls his eyes. What Rafe didn't know was that you were talking about him too.

“Oh my god he is staring at you, Ew!” JJ says as the rest of the group tries to hide their looks at Rafe and laughter.

“Think he likes you?” Kie suggests, You fake gag.

“That's gross you would even say that.” You hit her on the arm, “I'm gonna go over here, you guys coming?” Your friends follow you to a different area that was out of Rafe's sight, Rafe was disappointed but he knew you two were bound to see each other again.

And he was right, You two did see each other again. Only at another party one of your mutual friends was throwing. You were left alone on the couch When the only person you knew left to talk to some guy, You saw a blonde-headed boy with a white button-up sitting next to you, You didn't need to look twice to know it was rafe, You rolled your eyes.

“Damn I just got here princess what's with the attitude?” Rafe asks amused, Your “I hate you’ attitude didn't work on Rafe, If anything, It made him want you more.

“Nothing.” You take a slip of your cup, He stares at your facial expression, Noticing your nose scrunching up in disgust as you drink out your cup.

“Can I get you another drink? I'm about to go get myself one.” Rafe offered, You were a bit confused as to why he was even talking to you but you accepted. When Rafe got back he handed you your drink and sat back down next to you. You never expected by the end of the night You would be lying next to a sleeping Rafe. He claimed he was “so drunk” he couldn't go home.

His shirtless body in the pale moonlight and his messy Long hair in his face made your insides all mushy and your cheeks heat up. Were you feeling a certain way for Rafe Cameron?

Rafe's unpredictability is what drew you to him, he was hard to read, intimidating, You liked that.

For the next months, you began to see Rafe more often. He knew how to crack you open and reveal everything he wanted to know about you, Within the second week of seeing Rafe he already knew your address and would sneak into the window of your small home at night where no one would catch him. You two didn’t just do malicious things together, Sometimes you two would stare at the stars on the beach and talk about what you two wanted in the future.

One day Rafe surprised you with a gold necklace, ‘R’ shaped, You had a feeling you knew why Rafe was giving this to you but couldn’t help but want to ask, But before you could speak, Rafe beat you to it.

“ I know you're confused so I want to tell you that I love you Y/N and I want to be yours, as well as I want you to be mine.” He bluntly stated, wasting no time telling you how he feels.

“You're the only person in the world I dont hate, You're the only person that knows me inside and out and I dont want that to change.” Rafe leg bounces up with anxiety, Waiting for you to respond.

“Rafe…I love you too.” Rafe eyes visibly widened and he started to slightly smile.

“But I dont want to be a secret, You’re gonna have to tell people you’re dating a pogue and I know you dont like that.” You looked at him, His jaw unclenched and his face softened.

“I will do whatever you want me to do Y/N, I'm not ashamed of you.” Rafe looked at you, searching for agreement in your eyes, “I dont care what people will say about us. I have loved you for so long nobody could change how I feel about you.” He wasnt lying. Rafe never let anyone dictate how he felt about things, He certainly wouldn't let someone try to tell him he shouldn't love you.

“Yeah?” You smile at Rafe, He smiles back.

“Yeah. Now let's put this necklace on and go out to eat Baby.” Rafe Smirks at you as he walked behind you to put on your necklace. You had mixed emotions. You loved Rafe and you were Glad you two finally made it official but you couldn't help the anxiety that pooled in your stomach.

As soon as you got the courage to tell the pogues, The very judgemental pogues, They were shocked to say the least.

“Rafe Cameron?” “What the fuck?” “Definitely did not expect that one.” Spilled out of their mouths, You started to regret saying anything. But you couldn't keep a secret from the pogues.

“Guys please listen, I know you guys dont like him and that's okay but you’re are my best friends and I want you to be happy for me, Even if it's fake I want you to respect me and Rafe.” The pogues all look at each other conflicted.

On one hand, in their eyes, Rafe was a rich cocky asshole that always excluded the pogues from events just because he could, But on the other hand, You talked about Rafe like he was the sun. You smiled like you would never stop and talked about how good he was to you. The pogues did notice Rafe hadn't bothered them in a while and has been okay when them showing up to his parties, He even congratulated John B and Sarah when they started dating which caught everyone off guard, They started to think that maybe Rafe was changing and you were the reason.

“Does He treat you right?” JJ asks. Out of all the pogues, JJ was the most protective of you. He cared about you like you were his family, You were the little sister he always wanted and he would never let anyone hurt you, especially a man. JJ and Rafe never liked each other but If he made you happy, JJ would be willing to tolerate him, Same as for Rafe.

“Yes I promise JJ, He respects me, You dont need to worry about that.” You clarified. You knew JJ had a tenacity to interrogate every guy you talked to. JJ thought he knew everything there was to Know about Rafe Cameron, But now he wasnt so sure.

“Y/N this is insane, But we love you and want you to be happy.” John B steps into the conversation. They all agreed. You smiled at them and jumped to hug the pogues, ‘Thank you thank you!’s Fell out of your mouth as you bounced up and down.

“I'm serious though, If he ever does anything you let us know and we’ll deal with him.” JJ put his hand on your shoulder carefully not to touch your new glitter tattoo (That you and Rafe both secretly matched). He stared at you, expression serious and stern, You could only hug him.

“You know he really does love you.” You heard Sarahs voice whisper in your ear. you turn to see her smiling at you, You just knew from then on , everything was okay.

A/N!: hiii sorry this took sooo long to post ive been getting writers block but im back now, Thanks for reading!

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onskepa · 9 months

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Okay! I'm back! Death is back with another request!

I thought if a stupidly funny request.

Make the reader be able to be really good at voice acting and impressions (that she can even sound like a grown man) that she spends the whole day pranking everyone with her accurate and perfect voice acting.

I gotchu! Hopefully this turned out as good as I had in my head! Enjoy!

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Mokri

Tuk was carrying a basket full of fresh picks herbs and other medical plants for her grandmother. She was half way to arriving near the healing tent when she heard kiri's voice.

"Tuktuk!!"

tuk turned to her right, hearing kiri's voice coming from that direction. Quickly walking over only to find no kiri. "Kiri? kiri where are you?" She looks around.

"Tuk! leave the basket!" she heard kiri say. Sounded very close. "Kiri where are you?" tuk asks again as she puts the basket down. Looking up, down, all around. "Seriously kiri! you aren't the type for jokes!" crossing her arms, feeling a bit annoyed.

"Of course I'm not joking! look, just leave the basket there, I can take it to the Tsahik. I need you to take some of the green mushrooms to "the spot". I will explain later!" kiri said.

tuk rolled her eyes. The green mushrooms are not the best mushrooms out to eat. "Ew! why me!?" she shouts. She hear kiri groan, typical kiri. "Because you are short enough to get them. Now go. I got it from here". Tuk huffs and marches away, leaving the basket.

Near the river bank, neteyam was collecting green mushrooms himself, getting a good batch of them. However his back was getting a bit tiring from having to bend down so much. Standing up to stretch, he moans out as the bone joints pop.

"neteyam!" jake's voice was heard. Neteyam left the basket full of the green mushrooms and get up from the bank to observe the area. "Dad? you there?" he calls out. "Neteyam! Your grandmother needs medical herbs as she is running low! I need you to get some for her near the south area!" Jake shouted. Neteyam tried to get closer to where he is hearing his father, but still no sight of him.

"Dad? where are you?" his ear's twitch to the source of the voice, trying to hear if jake is near or far. "Never mind where I am! I have to help the other warriors in training! just get what mo'at needs!" was all jake said and then there was silence.

Neteyam was slightly off by it as jake would usually tell him up front, but being Olo'eyktan, perhaps he was busy. So forgetting the basket full of green mushrooms, he left to do the other chore.

Kiri was picking fresh yovo fruits, perfect for tonights dinner and maybe tomorrows snack. Taking her time and enjoying the silence.

"KIRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!" well good bye silence.

Rolling her eyes and groaning a bit, she turns to where the source of lo'ak's voice is. "what do you want lo'ak?" she asks, but surprisingly, lo'ak isn't all at her face. "Kiri!!! mind leaving some of that fruit at the spot?" lo'ak voices shouted. Kiri stood there being slightly confused.

"why are you shouting?! cant you come here where I am?" raising her eyebrow suspiciously.

"cant right now! look, just take some of the fruit to the spot and be sure to have plenty for the dinner!"

"lo'ak? lo'ak! hey get over here!" kiri shouted. But no sound of lo'ak's voice was heard. Huffing in annoyance but does it anyways.

"why the spot thought...?" she wonders.

Spider was grinning ear to ear as he was harvesting the largest amount of Teylu he has ever seen. Perhaps there was a nest underground. Either way, he made a mark on it as for next time to collect.

Already he has two large gourds full of them. Perfect for tonight's communal dinner. As he was minding his own business, from a distance he can hear tuk's voice.

"spider! hey spider!!" that was tuk!

Spider turned around, looking for her. What is she doing here? She was supposed to be with mo'at.

"tuk? Hey tuk what are you doing here?" he shouts back. Where the hell is she? He ask in his head. He didnt see the little girl, or even a small part of her head. He doesnt see her anywhere!

"Spider! the teylu's! leave some at the spot!" tuk said. That left spider a bit confused.

"the spot? I thought we are all going to communal dinner tonight" he responds. He heard tuk giggle. "It is not for tonight! it is for tomorrow!". Spider humms and buys into it. "Alright! see you then!".

Jake was watching over the young warriors as they do their daily training. He is seeing massive progress and was thinking of ending it soon for the warriors to freshen up for tonight's dinner.

Suddenly, by instinct, jake's ears moved at the sound of distant footsteps. "sir!!" that was spiders voice. Jake looked from where he heard the voice and walked a bit. "Sir! the hunters returned with their kills! Neytiri is seeing to them!" spider said. Jake stumped a bit, neytiri would usually tell him in person.

"You sure? Where are you? " jake looks around and doesn't see spider anywhere. "where are you spider?" he calls out, going a bit deeper into the forest. "Where I am doesn't matter, I said what I needed to say. Gotta collect water for tonight!". After that, jake heard footsteps running away.

He shrugged not thinking much, and went back to his duties.

Neytiri was near the river bank to collect water along with other people. Refilling the jugs back to her home, knowing well her sons and mate will be coming home very thirsty.

After filling one of the big gourds, she takes it to the upper side with the other gourds. She sat down to take a breather, only 3 gourds left to fill.

A sound of a twig being snapped on her left, making neytiri turn quickly. Grabbing her arrow in case of a threat, she goes over to see. As far as she saw, none of the others brought their children here. Investigating further, nothing was found. Not thinking much of it, she heads back to collect more water. Was close to the river bank when she heard neteyam's voice.

"Mother!" his voice sounded near yet far at the same time. Quickly in actions, neytiri goes to where she heard neteyam's voice. "Neteyam? Are you there?" she calls out. Her ears concentrated to hear his voice again.

"mother! I will be taking lo'ak with me to collect some materials for tonight! He wont be able to make it home in time to help you!" he says. Neytiri nods in understanding. "Alright but come back before it gets dark!". She heard footsteps run away out of sight. Thought neytiri just noticed, neteyam never called mo'at "tsahik" it was always "grandmother".

Lo'ak was chilling up at a near cliff enjoying the sunlight. He was supposed to be doing his chores but naaaah! Relaxing is a lot more fun. To have a moment by himself.

He grins and takes in the fresh air filling his lungs. The wind blowing across his face. Truly what a good day.

"LO'AK SULLY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he heard the angry voice of his mother. Quickly he got up, feeling startled. "m-mom?!" he got down from where he was laying down.

"you had chores to do today and I find you laying down like a corpse! get up! If you have time to be lazy then you have time to fill the gourds! and hurry! night is reaching!" neytiri definitely sounded mad. Not wanting make his mother anymore angry, he got to work. But inwardly groan as his "me time" was ended shortly.

Night arrived and the communal dinner has started. The sully family gathered around to enjoy today's results of hard labor. Tuk was giggling and dancing around her family, kiri was starting to serve herself and spider. While neteyam was talking with neytiri and lo'ak doing his thing.

Jake sits next to neytiri giving her a kiss to which she happily accepts. "Thank you for attending the hunters. I am sure it was a lot of work" he says, neytiri looks at him confused. "The hunters? I was at the north river bank collecting water". That made lo'ak turn to look at her.

"Wait what? But you were yelling at me to go do that!" he shouted. Neytiri then turned to look at her son feeling even more confused. "What? no I didnt even went to look for you, If anything neteyam told me you were going with him to collect materials for your grandmother".

Now that made neteyam and everyone else be confused. "Mother I promise you I wasn't with lo'ak. Dad told me to collect some medical plants for grandmother".

Jake held his hand up, "I was training the warriors, I was no where near you". Tuk then inserted herself in the conversation. "Wait a minute! I was doing just that when kiri told me to collect green mushrooms!" she pointed kiri in a accusing way.

That made kiri open her mouth in shock, "hold on just a minute! I was harvesting yovo fruit when LO'AK told me to save some in the spot!" she said defensively.

Lo'ak held his hands up in defense as well. "ok hold on, I never crossed paths with you and I never told you to save some in the spot!". Spider intervened. "the spot? tuk told me to save some teylu in the spot too!".

Tuk gasped feeling slightly offended, "I did not!"

"did so! I heard your voice loud and clear!" spider stated.

Jake then turned to spider, "hold on, but I also heard your voice loud and clear that neytiri went to the hunters".

Soon everyone began to argue saying who said what to whom. It was a loud tangled mess of voices.

However, in "the spot" which was a decent side nest like home on the east side of the village, high on the trees. Inside was mo'at and Mokri as they enjoy themselves eating fruits, teylu and green mushrooms with freshly hunted meat while drinking the freshest water.

"Your gift is very useful, easy to trick the mind and the people" mo'at compliments the young girl. Mokri nods happily.

"Yes, I am happy I can mimic jake, lo'ak, neteyam and spider perfectly since they are men. My voice knows no bounds!" she says proudly while munching on another mushroom.

"Perhaps you could use your tricky talent for other purposes. Like tricking the enemy or to misdirect foolish people" mo'at suggests.

"of course. Trickery of the mind and trickery of the body" mokri replies with mo'at's voice.

Back with the family, kiri just now noticed something. "Hey has anyone seen grandmother or mokri?".

And that is it for this one! This one was fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it too! until next time! see ya!

Mokri = voice

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eimoonie · 9 months

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Soo... like, Genshin impact crossover Bocchi the rock! crossover Honkai:star rail (hsr) HEHE

For genshin imagine (Modern Au, Band Au)

Xiao x GN!Y/N

(IM SO SORRY i dont remember the person who drew this, i hope the s/o who drew it saw this, come here bbg 🫶🏻)

You've known Xiao for being the quiet kid in high school yet you didn't know that Xiao has another side that he wont show to anyone beside the people he felt comfortable with.

You have a fond in music but you cant play any instruments, eventually you found a underground livehouse called "Starry"

Starry was recommended to you by a friend of yours. Starry wasnt so far from your house, its better to get there with a bike or on feet. You were extremely clueless about the live house. in fact, you didnt wanna be inside a band all you want to do is just get a job. You cant rely on your parents who give you little allowance that why working in a place that also plays music is the place to work at.

You just work as the bartender, and no serving alcohol! That was the rule given by the manager, youre underage to be drinking AND serving alcohol.

The manager informed you that a well-known band will be performing, "aye-aye captain, i will make sure to work hard!" You said to the manager, you dont really take yourself seriously.

The backstage crew was setting up the instruments and testing it while you clean up the remaining glasses that was left by a certain band, you saw a similar young lady that goes by the name of bocchi. She slowly sneak to the table that you had just clean up and searched around it, "are you looking for this?" You pointed out a ticket "Hm, yea, thank you." Bocchi quickly rush out with the ticket.

"~what a seemingly nice girl." "Are you washing up the glasses?" The manager took a glance at you, "yup! I've done everything that was on the list." You said, "good, take a minutes break soon the audience will come in." You nodded and sit back, drinking banana milk that you've snuck away, soon the bell rang and you went to the ticket table and wait as the audience came in, you chop the ticket and let the audiences in."Thank you for coming!" You said as the last audience come in, you sighs as reliefs.

You noticed another pink haired lady, that came in with a camera, the girl is no other then March 7th. your, well-known for photography, best classmate in school , "oh, hey March 7th!" You called her out, "Oh! Hey, whats up Y/N." March 7th points her camera to you and took a shot, you chuckles "Aha! Nothing much, just working here as a bartender." You were cutted off by a certain instrument playing,

The song : Fever (By enhypen) playing, The crowd scream as the band went in, the song playing chills you down as you went in the bar just straight away from the stage, you look at the band playing. You saw someone who was familiar. It was your classmate, Xiao. Xiao's has a better style outside in fact hes still wearing the same black hoodie that he wears to school. You slightly blushed at the look of your quiet classmate, "Oh, Xiao. So secretive as always." Talking about the fact that he is secretly inside a band—The crowd screams as it was Xiao's verse.

You wanted to be noticeable so you raise your hand high enough for Xiao to see, you wave to him.

He saw you and got embarrassed real quick. even if you cant see him, you know he's flustered. You chuckles to yourself, white light flashes multiple times as in people taking pictures, Xiao was already flustered but he didnt messed up a single time.

After the show ended, you went to backstage and visit Xiao with the most smugly face you have, "D-dont look at me like that." Xiao stuttered but he managed to show some confidence.

"I can't look at you now..?"

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao genshin x reader #xiao genshin impact #bocchi the rock!#honkai star rail #march 7th #4nemo x reader #4nemo #genshin impact x female reader #genshin x fem!reader smau

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wonjns · 2 years

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want ♖

♡° pairing. . . park jongseong x male reader

♡° genre. . . suggestive

♡° summary. . . jay lowkey being a mean bf ;( but yet u still cant help but fall weak to him.

♡° includes. . . dom!jay, making out

♡° wc. . . 1.1k

°A/N. . . this gif has singlehandedly disturbed all of our well beings since the day it dropped . i finally had enough fantasizing and did smth about it LOL

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you were beyond aggravated.

you came home after such a long day,, too long,, but were grateful that your tasks were finally done. you released a satisfied sigh as you stepped into your apartment, knowing that you had a stash of your favorite, limited edition lollipops that you ordered last week online waiting for you to devour.

or so you thought.

you walked in to the sight of your boyfriend, jay, reclining back, legs widely spread as his attention was glued to the flat screen tv. your eyes bulged out of your head as you noticed a large pile of wrappers sprawled about next to him. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing as you witnessed jay bobbing one of your precious lollipops in his mouth, clearly enjoying its flavor.

“what the hell!” was the first thing you shout, startling jay out of his relaxed state. he turned his head over to see you looming in the door way, and a bright smile grows on his face.

“oh, hey babe. what’s my beautiful boyfriend doing home so earl-”

he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he caught sight of you marching up to the coach angrily, steam practically coming out of your ears.

“what are you doing with my candy?!” you interrogate, lifting the very obviously empty bag. the lightness of the bag indicated that the glistening lollipop currently perched between jay’s fingers was the last one.

“i only had a few... they looked so good so i couldn’t resist.” he calmly explained as if it were no big deal, waving the last one in the air before plopping it in his mouth.

“jay, i’ve been waiting on those for a WEEK. you didn’t think to ask before going through my shit?!” you exasperate.

his eyes immediately darkened. he leaned up from his reclined position, pulling the lollipop from its loose position between his teeth and looked up at you with narrow eyes.

“i didn’t know we cussed now, love, especially at me. are we feeling bold today?” he spoke lowly, his tongue prodding the side of his cheek.

the air shifted, his aloof demeanor quickly switching into this tone intimidated you a bit, but you were too upset to reason.

“you have no idea how much those costs me, asshole. they might not even come back in stock until God knows how long!” you whine. you stomped your foot like a child, eyeing the empty wrappers. how did he even manage to eat all of them in one sitting?

he looked at you, chuckling lowly at your actions. “i don’t give a damn, babe. i wanted them so i took them... is that a problem with you?”

you attempt to swallow the sudden lump in your throat from his eye contact. your boyfriend was the worst when he was like this. he was brazen, careless, often selfish, but worst of all - always dominant. he smirked at your irritated facial expression, prodding the remaining lollipop to his lips once more. his next moves were merciless.

jay closed his eyes, beginning to suck salaciously on the piece of candy. his plump lips worked around it slowly, the slick sounds of his mouth sucking on it stirring something in you. the lighting was hitting him a little too well, and you couldn’t help but stare speechlessly at his sharp jawline flexing as he sucked. you felt heat rise from within you - both in anger and in the way you were pitifully turned on by the scene before you.

you hated it, but you had felt a tent in your pants form quickly from watching the way jay’s eyebrows furrowed as he suckled the lollipop, running his tongue over the last chance you had at tasting the sweet treat. he was so cruel.

it wasn’t until he shamelessly moaned around the hard candy that your hand flew down to press lightly against your erection, desperate for some relief as you stood there. you were still irritated, but your need seemed to fill every inch of you and clog your mind of anything else.

jay noticed your change of attitude, cockily smirking as he watched you practically palm yourself in front of him. he detached the lollipop from his lips with a loud ‘pop’ that rung through your ears.

“damn, these really are good.” he spoke, practically moaning. he arched an eyebrow as he finally made eye contact with you again. he chuckled when you only whined, squirming in place as you felt speechless with how quickly you became overwhelmed. “where’d all that attitude go? aren’t you still mad i’m eating your last one?” he taunted.

you huffed out of aggravation. attempting to pull yourself together, you tried to play off your actions by pulling your shirt lower to cover your bulge - a full failure on your end anyhow. you frantically walked up to him and reached for the lollipop, but was unsuccessful as he yanks it back out of your reach, using his free hand to grab your waist.

“jay, please.” you whimpered, mostly at his strong touch. “i just want to taste it once at this point.”

“oh, i’ll let you taste it alright.” he responded, a sinister tone to his voice.

he then tossed the lollipop from his hands. it was sent flying somewhere across the room, and in seconds your back was being pressed into the couch. jay robbed your opportunity to shout in annoyance of him wasting your last candy as his lips crashed on to yours. he aggressively molded your soft lips together, the flavor of the oh so precious lollipop working into your mouth. when jay’s tongue wasted no time in entering your cavern, you moaned - loudly.

the explosion of pleasure and the familiar flavor of candy in your mouth caused your hands on jay’s shoulder to go limp, lifelessly resting on his back as he ravaged your mouth with a strong grip on the back of your neck. you mindlessly bucked your hips up into jay’s, feeling his own surprisingly hardening cock. he brought his thigh in between your legs as you made out, which you used to grind needily on.

finally allowing you to get air, jay broke the kiss, studying the way you gasped for breath. his eyes bore into yours, his gaze making you feel small. slightly rising the hem of your shirt, his fingers drew shapes into your bare sides. jay flexed his thigh, loving the way you squirmed and blushed. he leaned in until he was mere inches away from your face, whispering.

“i guess i’ll buy you more candy if you can be good for me. but i have to say,” he paused, dipping his head down to drag his greedy tongue up your cheek. “i have something right here that tastes much better.”

#jay x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen suggestive #kpop smut #kpop male reader #enhypen jay #kpop imagines #kpop lgbtq

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akutasoda · 8 months

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me? but why?

synopsis - feeling insecure about how you look in photos with march

includes - march 7th

warnings - gn!reader, angst to fluff, mentions of insecurity, bad self-esteem, tiny mention of body dismorphia, wc - 404

it was common knowledge at this point that march loved taking pictures of anything and everything. and she specifically loved having pictures of memories with you.

she cant remember her past but that makes her even more determined to make the most out of every single day with you and to have photographic evidence to look back on fondly and happily.

but there was one unaddressed issue. you never felt right in those photos. you always had something you would nitpick at and it made you feel conflicted. seeing march so happy with those photos in particular not knowing how you felt about them made you not want to tell her because in your mind that would dampen march's mood and then that would make you feel even worse.

but unbeknownst to you, march knew. she noticed those small details - the slight grimace in your eyes, how your eyes would linger on your figure in the mirror in her room, and the less subtle flip over of the photos she handed you. and despite wanting to change that and help you see just how perfect you where, march knew it would be a touchy subject and wanted to wait until you were comfortable enough to address it with her yourself.

but not wanting to be too overbearing and try to subtly improve your opinion of yourself march started her operation. she would compliment you more often than usual, became more clingy, just spending more time with you without overstepping boundaries.

you thought it was cute. but quickly became curious to what brought it on, so simply you asked.

'march' you simply stated looking down at the pinkette with her head in your lap. 'yes?' 'whats with the sudden mood change huh?' she looked at you with the most innocent eyes you could imagine 'nothing. am i not allowed to show my s/o just how much i appreciate them?'

while you found that endearing you figured out that she had figured out the problem. and it made your heart melt knowing that she wasnt pressing too far into the issue and waiting for you to come forward with it at your own pace, although you both knew if it got worse she would've stepped in.

even if you didn't feel quite ready to bring it up, you appreciated what she was doing and maybe, soon, when you felt comfortable you would address it with her.

#x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #march 7th #march 7th x reader

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floralembarrassment · 10 months

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Hi <3

Hope you're good

Can you write something about Party? (Peter and Barty). I heard about this ship once but I haven't seen any of them on tumblr yet, so if you could do something with them that would be great.

Hi there! The only Party I've ever heard is from the one and only Salem on tiktok!! Go follow them, he does a great Sirius & Barty! @prongsieboi

To be honest with you though I just don't know Peter as a character well enough I don't think... Now that I think of it, I don't actually think I ever write him. But we can try, though I always encourage people writing their own too! If there is content you want but cant find create it!

What Do You Want (1/1) (Party)

"Bartemius!" Peter yelled across the grassy field.

Barty turned and saw the short plumb boy stomping is away toward him, eyes sharp like was ready to fight. Barty smirked at him, scoffing a laugh as his cheeky grin spread across his face to match the glint now sparkling in his eye.

Peter marched right up to Barty, looked over at Evan and Regulus who had been standing near by. With a raise of his eyebrows and pursed lips, the other two Slytherins took the hint to leave. Barty waved them off, though Regulus would swear he was just shooed away.

"Well well well Pettigrew," Barty teased, taking a few steps forward, walking around Peter, circling him like a hawk. He raised his hand and ran a finger over his cheek, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" Barty added.

Barty's touch on Peter's skin sent shivers down his spine. From a far it might look like taunting and Peter quickly cowering in response. This was a believable tale for any onlookers, but the two boys knew they were playing at the insatiable feral energy between them.

Peter took a deep breath and pushed Barty's hand away. "I'm not here to play Crouch," Peter huffed.

This only fueled Barty's charming sneer. "Oh ho ho, so all of sudden you don't want to play now eh? Come on Peter, I know you love our little games," he said leaning in to whisper that last into his ear.

"Barty!" Peter warned.

"Okay okay little mouse, don't get yourself caught in a trap," Barty said holding his hands up in surrender.

"Ugggg" Peter groaned, rolling his eyes. He grabbed Barty's hand, turned, and started dragging him up the hill towards an alcove in the Castle gardens.

Peter flung Barty against the wall.

"Hey you don't have to be so rough you know," Barty pout as he fell onto the window ledge.

"I beg to differ, you never listen to me," Peter said stepping in between Barty's legs.

Barty placed his hand on Peter's head; "On your knees then babygirl," Barty said, but he couldn't contain the laugh that spilled out at his own words. Peter smiled infected so easily by Barty's simultaneously smooth but obnoxious laugh.

When Barty pulled it together, he placed his hands on Peter's waist. "What's up, really? Just miss me? Hmm?" Barty asked looking deeply into Peter's dark eyes.

"Obviously," Peter said, letting his head roll back to look up at the stone ceiling, like he was desperate to want anything else but Barty.

Barty grinned.

"Look, I umm... I..." Peter started to stammer, and averted his eyes, favouring his shoes over any part of Barty now.

"Hey no no, where did all your spunk go?" Barty said, gently rubbing his hands up and down Peter's shoulders.

Peter sighed, and looked up finding Barty's eyes. "Do you want to go to Hogsmead me with this weekend?" Peter finally rushed out.

Barty didn't know he could smile wider. "It would be mine honour, Mr. Pettigrew," Barty said.

Peter smiled, and as they looked at each other grinning like the teenagers they were, Barty leaned in, pressing his forehead to Peter's.

"If you're good, maybe I'll let you hold my hand again," Peter said, finding his attitude again and slowly backed away, leaving Barty sufficiently teased and wanting wanting wanting more.

#did i know i had an asks box? no #party #what is this ask #what is this ship #why was it so fun #kick your little feet alright #marauders #fanfic #lgbtq+#marauders era #barty crouch jr #peter pettigrew #slytherin skittles #barty x peter #marauders fandom

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wandasmistress · 2 years

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Bound

Synopsis- After an accident that made your mental state progressively worse you were put into even more of a slump, can a special someone whose relationship to you is undefined at heart come and pull you out?

Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- A tiny bit of angst

Word Count- 2.1k

A/N- I cant believe why I cant just sit down and fucking write, like my motivation literally just evaporated and left me stranded. Hopefully I can get out of this slump and deliver some more angst filled stories, I have a few written that I just need to finish, but enjoy this one for now.

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You hated sitting trapped in this chair all day, staring through the dreary crusted window which you looked at daily. You decided that it was best to sit still because you didn’t want to move and be reminded of your impaired state. Self-hate was a strong mindset that you seemed trapped in and couldn’t break free from no matter how hard you tried, not that you did. So you stuck to staying still, letting in the dreariness that overcame you so quickly in a matter of months.

“Y/n, would you get out of that corner and away from that damned window!” A sudden voice knocked you out of the eerily calm silence that engulfed the room. But you knew who it was, your friend of some sort, that seemingly still acted like she cared for you, but you knew it was all a front.

“Why should I? What’s there to do? Where is there to go, huh?” You burst out, turning around in your chair in one quick motion, effectively silencing her.

Your friend, Wanda was too stunned to speak from your words so she stood at the door with her hands wrapped around her torso.

“Because… it’s- it hurts seeing you like this every day.” She spoke quietly.

“Well, no one asked you to come here! I never requested your presence, not once!” You shouted back, letting your suppressed emotions rage out. Wanda faintly flinched from the tone of voice you emitted, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she was applying to her bunched hands.

“I know you didn’t ask me but I wanted to come, you’re my friend-” She was cut off.

“Yeah, friend, ok, like that hasn’t stopped people from leaving before,” You muttered under your breath, loud enough for Wanda to hear.

Wanda looked away instantly and sucked in a shallow breath, it was eating away at her to see you in this condition. You were all she had left and seeing the way you spoke with such hostility towards her shattered her heart.

“Well, I’m sorry for caring Y/n, has it ever crossed your mind that I haven’t left you, and never will?” She snaps, her hands flying to her sides as she advances on you, looking down on you which made your eyes falter just for a second.

“When will you realize that I don’t need you, Wanda. Just because I’m crippled doesn’t mean I need your ‘support’.” You yelled back, enmity dripping from your words as you yelled your true thoughts out.

Wanda lost all hope of having a civil conversation with you today, but in reality, she never actually had a civilized conversation with you for months. She walked out of the room the next second, you were hot on her heels moving to slam the door shut with the best of your strength you barely had to begin with.

You let out a huff in anger and wheeled your way back to the window, one more person gone. You stared out the window and saw Wanda’s retreating form, she was wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her cloth shirt as she marched down the hill towards her red Buick Verano. Deep down you didn’t want her to leave but you didn’t know how to speak up and say it, deep down you did need Wanda for the emotional support you needed greatly.

You have always felt as if there was a dark cloud that followed you around everywhere, you’ve always felt as if there was something wrong with yourself but you could never seem to get away from the thoughts, so they ate at you. You distanced yourself from your family and close friends unconsciously and made yourself believe that everyone was leaving you when it was the exact opposite.

So when the accident happened a few months ago, everything finally snapped for you, losing the ability to walk was the most strenuous thing that has ever happened to you. Now it gave people a real physical reason to look at you with such pity that you deeply despised. A permanent scowl rested on your face, you were sick of it all. All of the looks, all of the emotions, all of the struggle. You detested yourself so much like you were trapped in a revolting body that you felt confined to against your will. You had stopped looking into the mirror when you used the bathroom and stared up when moving in the wheelchair so you didn’t have to look at the limp limbs that brought so much more darkness upon you.

But at the same time, your feelings about the situation were a little exultant, how you now had a real reason for people to accept your demoralizing behavior. Somewhere in your mind, you thanked the drunk driver who carelessly crashed into the side of your automobile and shattered your spine. It also gave you a reason to quit and give up, and that's why you were currently being held in a psychiatric hospital where nurses invaded your privacy every hour and you felt unbearably uncomfortable all the time. But at the end of the day, she brought herself here, isolating herself to the point of extreme loneliness.

Now knowing that everyone that has tried coming close to you is gone you can no longer bear to look out the window, turning herself away from it and wheeling herself over to your bed, unfolding the corner of the sheets that you could reach and doing your best to get onto the bed. Once you propped herself up on the bed, swinging your flimsy legs over the edge and tucking them further into the sheets you let out a sigh of relief. Not having to look at your legs anymore brought you some fulfillment, you were also pleased with the way you got into bed. Not having to ask for help even though the bed was lowered specifically for you but that didn’t matter to you because you haven’t slept in your bed ever since you arrived here. Too much of a burden attempting to get in and out every single day and you didn’t want to put any effort into it and opted to stay remained in the wheelchair, accepting your fate that you didn’t have to stick to.

Day by day you stayed in the same position, curled up in the bed whose sheets were too thin and the comforter reeked of antiseptics. Your head remained in the same position on the firm pillow, tears not daring to escape your fatigued eyes. You stared off into the distance, looking at the unadorned white wall, you felt as if you were looking at yourself in a mirror, eerily bare. You refused to turn around and have that window in your view, you hated the frayed and worn-out window that has been your constant view for months.

You couldn’t figure out why you no longer wanted to look out the window, but unknown to you that’s the sign everything was about to change. While in isolation multiple nurses came over to check on you and get you to eat but each time they came around you got more still and silent, hoping they would go away. You knew that when they left they were scribbling down paragraphs on your behavior and what doses of drugs to fill you up with to fix you.

This time of intense seclusion gave you time to swim around in your deep dark thoughts and process what was to be the rest of your life. And as you fell into sleep each night you imagined being surrounded by your family members who were either dead or fell out of contact with you. Making up scenarios in your head of happy moments that never existed, but at least it was a distraction that you needed from the mass loneliness you felt so often.

As more and more of the dreams started to occur, you got stuck in a world of make-believe, building fake connections with made-up people that put a sorrowful smile on your face. But it all stopped the second you were brought back to reality to see that you now had needles injected into your arms, and machines surrounded you. Your squinted crusted eyes looked around the fluorescent consumed room, possibly thinking you had made it to the gates of heaven. But as your eyes adjusted to the light you realized you were still in the harrowing hospital room you longed to leave even if it was just for one second, your permanent frown deepening.

As you looked around more you found Wanda curled up in the hospital room's plastic uncomfortable armchair, your heartstrings tugged and twisted deeply in your chest at the sight, feeling guilty for having put her in this position, you questioned why she was still here pretending to care.

A sudden stinging feeling spiked in your throat and you started to cough harshly, trying to remove the lodged object from your mouth. Your heart monitor started to beep rapidly, effectively shaking Wanda right from her deep sleep. She shot up from the armchair, eyes frantically searching the room when they landed on your struggling figure, rushing over to your bedside and removing your hands from clawing at the feeding tube more.

“No, no you need that. You can’t remove it, please Y/n.” Wanda pleaded with teary eyes.

It was hard for you to keep eye contact with her, after all this time it was still another type of hurt when you saw Wanda crying or overly emotional. So you opted to look away from her daunting eyes and to her limp fingers that wrapped around each other.

A sharp pang in Wanda’s heart at seeing you redirect your gaze, but she knew that you couldn’t talk from the tube, and somehow that made her feel better so she wouldn’t be able to hear your venomous words full of malicious intent.

“I thought I lost you,” She spoke softly, gently resting her hand on your cold arm. “You can’t die.”

This made you look up at her with wide eyes, searching for dishonesty, and tears started to form in your eyes.

“I know you won’t believe this, but I care for you, deeply. You might think everyone abandoned you, but Y/n I’m still here and I always will be. You are loved.” She said calmly, watching a single tear slip from your shallow eye.

You shook your head in denial and moved away from Wanda’s soothing touch, but Wanda didn’t take it harshly as she swiftly climbed on the bed and curled up next to your stiff form.

“I can’t lose you,” Wanda spoke, breaking the short silence.

Your harsh breathing started becoming shallow at Wanda’s confession, you hadn’t thought about what this has done to Wanda. How you never really cared to ask or know what goes on in her life since she told you how you were her only friend at the beginning of your relationship.

Suddenly you felt very selfish about never caring to ask or even check up on her to see if she was doing ok because you wished someone would have done that to you sooner before everything got progressively deplorable. At this moment you realized that you might have not wanted her company, but Wanda needed yours.

You wrapped your hand around Wanda’s shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Instead of sitting here resenting and ignoring her, you could try to make the situation better and accept her advances to heal your chipped relationship.

You realized that you were both in some way broken and in need of healing, just expressing the affliction differently, you would rather do it together than apart. You wanted to be there for Wanda because, in the end, she was all you had left and why would you waste your time in your thoughts making up imaginary scenarios of fake happiness when you could get the real thing from in front of you.

You could come together and heal instead of staying separated, over time your bond would eventually become just as strong as when you first bumped into each other at the library all those years ago, how Wanda didn’t let you out of her grasp after that. Now thinking back on how you were never truly lonely, or maybe it was because you were two lonely people who stuck together just to have someone.

You would learn to focus on yourself and your needs while being there for Wanda who fundamentally was also very dolorous. Also realizing that you weren’t bound to the self-deprecating loneliness that you felt so often, now you had a chance to change it, alter the course of your feelings, and your fate, and move forward one step at a time, together with Wanda.

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shadowedvales-a · 8 months

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THINGS ARE STARTING TO COME BACK TO YOU, AND YOU'RE CURIOUS. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. › FROM ELIZABETH MARCH. @embodies

She still sensed it, the universe spinning around with no ending or beginning; the way her blood curdled a horrid gurgle, even if it no longer pumped to her brain. She haunted marble walls on silent feet. The place a fusion of malevolence and beauty, and Jane, despite her hollowed flesh and often unseeing eyes, couldn't help but find a strange sort of enticement within said walls, all perfectly draped and painted. She knew quite little of its happenings, bizarre spirits of muddled eras all sharing one patch of land; although the mind became a hazy thing due to submittance of the final years of her life, she was no fool. Isolated company was merely favoured, a lithe black cat scampering against corners, gaze finding deathly endurances but never remaining long enough to understand reasoning behind vile acts. Sitting, feeling, unthinking.

Where there was rot, there was Jane Ives. Stuck in the jaws of a hellish beast, taker of lives, but leaving the soul to crumble. Oftentimes she wondered what she was actually doing here; inner workings utterly vandalised by a madman's execution for warped world-peace. The toxicity resting in her bloodstream confused old memories, scorched her past-life: all she remembered of her mother entailed a whiff of perfume and a few phrases of a lullaby she used to sing. One day she'll uncover truths, the ugly and pure— but for now, the body only yearns for kindred consideration, perhaps something to call her own. Three decades would rear its date in a handful of months, and a spark had begun to litter in her mind's eye.

“Yes. I am curious.” The very first time Jane saw Elizabeth, she was positive she had moved to a better destination; swore she bore witness to an angel welcoming her to heaven's palace. (Oh Saint Peter let me in, you must know where I've been! Won't you tell me at last who I am?) Ever quickly, the hand she wished to hold, she realised, was sharp, a creature's claw; fascination did not dwindle but fear ushered the child away. It's clear the woman saw everything happening inside her hotel, including frizzled recollections resurfacing, taunting innocence of youth and marking it for horror. “I remember... things.” Honesty possessed no hesitation, as the words spilled it felt good to speak them aloud. To relieve herself. “There is a block. A... something foggy. It stops me remembering.” Frustration threatened its course, as one might perceive through her jaw tightening, lifeless pallor nearly gaining a flash of colour.

This is your story, written and rewritten, scratched out, burned and buried. “Did I... Was I always... this?” Is it foretold that I haunt the head of a girl graced for much more than her destiny provided? Chin cants, shoulders purposely squared like trying to light a guise of confidence. “Bee - cause I do not think I was always in this place.”

#⅋. [ ✦ ] ﹕ we are all just prisoners here of our own device ‚ american horror story: hotel .#embodies.#okay okay okay i gotta properly write this verse up but!!#in very simple terms: terry dies. brenner is actually a relation of jane (terry's half-brother or a distant kind of sibling relationship.)#so when terry dies jane is sent to live w him. jane is around seven at the time.#brenner is a surgeon who dedicated his life trying to come up with vaccines for diseases such as cancer and polio.#he felt that animal testing didn't give him accurate results.#so as soon as he got custody of jane. she became the subject of his experiments.#he was once a well acclaimed doctor but over the years became obsessed with trying to find cures for these diseases and his methods became #very. very unethical. so he was eventually fired from his job etc etc did his own animal testing.#jane is submitted to a range of testing and grows very weak and frail because of it.#brenner believes he finally makes a breakthrough. but knows it could kill jane and doesn't want any evidence of her left in / near #his house. so he books a room at the hotel (where so much shady shit happens anyway) and conducts his experiment. she does die and #brenner flees the scene. and in doing so makes it look like jane had an overdose. he booked the room under her name too.#he was very prepared for her dying and made it all look really nice and neat. an easy case for any cops to solve.#a ratty. skinny little girl who probably had no chance in life. her oversized clothes / short hair / grubby face indicated homelessness.#so there's not a lot of investigation.#so! yeah. they are the basics <333 #if u dont vibe with it though we can totally plot out something together if you like!#also jane doesnt remember much of her past life for the first thirty years or so of being in the hotel! the countless drugs used and #implemented into her body makes her head incredibly fuzzy.#especially because it's how she died. her brain just. stays in that fuzzy mindset for a long time.#but she does eventually begin to remember. it just takes a while!

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bugsinthebayou · 1 year

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this is an official request for rambles abt ur turtle ocs

OKAY SO

first: Levina

a black-knobbed map turtle. she fights with a kusarigama, and im thinking of making her ninpō being invisibility, maybe? shes named after Levina Teerlinc. i didnt wanna break up the naming theme of the turtles. she and mikey are the same size and age. shes very excitable. she and mikey get along really well. they spar quite often, and their weapons getting tangled is a common occurrence. once she starts talking its hard to get her to stop. when it comes to battle, she likes to jump in without forethought, and messes around to make the fight last longer for fun.

its only a few months after she and the mad dogs meet when they offer her a mask. its in the main area of the lair. mikey holds it up to her with a grin. the other turtles are behind him, also excited. she accepts immediately and puts it on as fast as she could. pink really suits her. its her favorite color, afterall.

second: Atlas

a leatherback sea turtle. she fights with a sort of spear or trident, not sure yet. i dont know what her ninpō would be. she doesnt follow along the naming theme. shes as old as the older twin. shes slightly shorter than raph, but still growing and will one day be bigger than him. she doesnt talk much. she'll say something if she deems it necessary (orders, questions, requests), but usually prefers to remain silent. even in those moments she keeps her words to a minimum. she obverses the world around her, and analyzes the words and actions of people (friends or enemies). atlas likes to have a read on who someone is deep down. she prefers having plans before fighting, and when fighting she tries to end it quickly. she doesnt get along extremely well with any of the turtles like levi does with mikey, but she enjoys their company.

she is offered a mask at one point. its in the training room. the lights are low, like she prefers. shes meditating. raph, only raph, kneels behind her, holding out a hand. he says nothing, but she knows hes there anyway. atlas turns to look at him and his offering. she pushes herself forward a bit, enough to reach him. she brings her claws up and gently closes raph's fingers around the turquoise fabric in his palm. "not yet," she whispers. she isn't close enough to the turtles to wear such a symbol of kinship. raph nods, and leaves her to her meditation.

backstories!!

so the stuff with lou draxums lab happen as normal, only the four boys are mutated, and lou escapes with them.

in the chaos, draxum manages to retrieve just enough ooze to mutate two more turtles

he takes a few weeks to get a stable-enough living situation, and then hunts down two turtles.

a black-knobbed map turtle, and a leatherback sea turtle.

he mutates them, and starts rasing them.

he waits until theyre a bit younger than the mad dogs are in the short "turtle tots" to start training them

atlas takes to it quickly. she likes the adrenaline rush it gives

levi doesnt enjoy the serious part of it. she prefers spars that are more for fun

when theyre roughly 9/10, draxum takes them to the hidden city for the first time.

during this trip, levi gets lost, and draxum n atlas are unable to locate her

now heres where is gets a bit unclear for levi.

im not sure exactly what happens to her. ive played around with some ideas and i think her being adopted by a battle nexus champion might be interesting? not sure, but its on the table. sometime during this levi finds out shes actually a girl

atlas is distraught at the loss of levi, and her skill during training drops drastically.

draxum is faced with two choices.

let atlas take a break and comfort her through their loss, or order her to toughen up and increase training.

he ultimately decides to let atlas mourn, letting her train on her own accord.

she gets back into the swing of things roughly a year after levi goes missing.

when shes 13-ish she marches up to draxum and declares that she is, infact, a girl, and that he cant stop her from being one.

they meet sometime in s2. atlas is still living with draxum after his redemption, and levi's. doing whatever it is shes doing.

technically atlas has known the mad dogs longer than theyve known levi, but due to atlas' reserved nature, they arent as good friends

#answered #anon pog #oc: atlas #oc: levina #i have a favorite. its pretty obvious who it is

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kenthenugget · 10 months

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Adobe Broke Photoshop in 2023

A bit of a disclaimer: this will contain quite a bit of swearing and a lot of anger so be warned

For the past 3 and half years, I've been using photoshop for pretty much all of my digital drawings. Ever since I discovered you could draw in it back in my high school digital media class back in the 11th grade in 2019, I've pretty much used it for everything from school work to my comic to personal works. Despite its hefty price, its been reliable tool for me, and I've never had any sort of issues with it, up until recently.

Upon joining the tapas community, I was shocked at how much photoshop was disliked by the wider art community. Hell the mod in a server I'm in hates it with a burning passion (and may hate others who use it but idk). Mostly I've noticed that the complaints boil down to photoshop being buggy, unstable and overall unreliable. But in my experience that couldn't be further from the case. And if this were me from 2022 typing this, I would have to agree. But now I can see where they're coming from. In the course of 6 months, photoshop has gone from being a reliable good program to a complete mess. And any good will I had towards it is gone, and I'm surprised I'm still using it. The following is a recollection of my experience with the program beginning at the tail end of 2022 to now. Its going to be hard for me to frame this story in terms of escalation because it starts off really bad but gets slightly better by the end, but not by much.

Crashing:

Its inevitable that any computer program will crash at some point, and Photoshop is no exception. Up until this year, crashes were never really an issue. Sure they were annoying then they happened but they happened so infrequently that it was never a major problem. But that would quickly change. Beginning a few days before 2023, and ending around March and April, Photoshop would crash at the frequency of...every week, usually once per week at best and up to 3 or fucking 5 at worst. And it would all be the exact same. I would be drawing and out of nowhere, the program would freeze. I couldnt minimize it, close, save or do anything. The only way I'd be able to close it was by using task manager to force quit it. This was, as you could expect, annoying and extremely rage inducing but it wasnt just crashing that caused this.

Now thankfully, photoshop has an auto recovery feature so if the program crashes or if your pc looses power, you can recovery what you were working on and everything would be fine! But if photoshop crashed this way, auto recovery wouldnt work properly. It would recovery the file yes, but anything I was working up to the moment of crashing would be fucking gone. I cant tell you how many hours of work I lost because of this. Entire page layouts, sketches, selections, layers, etc gone within in an instant. I would try to levy the damage by changing the auto recovery timer from 10 to 5 minutes but only just.

I tried tolerating this at first but it kept happening more and more and eventually I had enough. My solution was to downgrade to the previous photoshop version as I surmised that the newer version had broken photoshop. This happened in February and up until the end of my spring break in March, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a while. Sure, it would still crash but not the level as it did before. But that changed on the 16th and 17th. Photoshop crashed 5 times within those two days, three of them happening on the SAME... FUCKING... DAY!!! I wont lie, I felt defeated in a way I hadnt felt in a long time and out of desperation, I ended up updating to the latest version, praying that that would be the fix.

However this part of the story has a happy ending...sort of. I ended up making a thread about this on the adobe forums and ending up updating the driver for my graphics card and after that, photoshop stopped crashing. And unlike the last time, it didnt increase to that frequency ever again. In fact, I found a way of spotting when a crash would happen and found ways of avoiding it. The freezing would happen on certain files I was working on. And if I closed that file, I could avoid the entire thing freezing and loosing all my work. But regardless, the first 3 months of the year have (as stupid as this sounds) permanently scared me and Im still subconiously scared photoshop will crash constantly again.

The Annoying Ass Bugs:

Though the program had stabilized, my issues with photoshop would persist in the form of bugs which are really really fucking annoying to deal with. The first of those came in the form of it getting stuck on left click. If I had the program open for longer than 24 hours (or if I used the keyboard commands for undo, copy + cut + paste, or other tools that werent the brush and eraser tool), photoshop would get stuck on whatever tool I was using left click for. If it was the zoom tool, it would zoom in and out without me holding my finger down on the left mouse key. Same with the rotation tool and so on. The only way I could stop this was by closing the program and reopening it. Now, this is far better than the program crashing on me every day, but its very inconvenient. And I dont think I need to explain why. Other updates would come but Adobe didnt seem to fix it until an update that came out in early June. However, in doing this, they introduced another bug....

If I rotate the canvas or zoom in on a file Im working on, switch tabs and come back to that file, the camera position is reset. Rotations are reset, Im now zoomed out instead of zoom in, the camera is focused on a different part of the canvas. And unlike the last one, I cant stop it by closing the program. I dont understand how Adobe keeps on doing this. This fix a bug by introducing a new one. How is that even possible? And to make matters worse, they rolled out another update with "stablitiy issues" and according a comment left on a thread I made about this on the adobe forums, they still haven't fixed it. God only knows when they will and when they do, I wouldn't be surprised if Adobe found a way to break photoshop again.

So there you have it! With 6 months Photoshop has gone from a reliable work horse to a program I don't trust using. About half an hour before typing this blog out, Photoshop crashed while I was trying to fill in something, and I have to ask myself, "Why am I still doing this?" Why am I still using a program I hate using? Why am I subjecting myself to this? Why cant I just use the program every artist gushes over like its the second coming of Jesus Christ, Clip Studio Paint? And I dont have an answer. Apart from me wanting to finish my comic without worrying about adjusting to different art programs, I don't know why I'm still using photoshop. Maybe its because I've used it for so long that I have an attachment to it. Like I cant move on and just be done with it. Maybe despite all I said, I dont want photoshop to be this bad. I want it to be a good program. I want say with pride that its reliable program. I want it to be a functional stable thing I can use to draw my characters. I hate what Adobe's done with it.

I don't really know how to end this post. But all I can say is Adobe, you fucked up big time....

#art rant #artists on tumblr #adobe photoshop #photoshop

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 11 months

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Has to be:

Hates That One Loud Neighbour x Is That One Loud Neighbour

😌

omfg i love this one asdfghjk. okay i lowkey struggled to figure out who would be who cause it could work both ways, but i think ill go with jensen being the loud neighbor and bryce being the one who hates it lmao

this is so long im so sorry but anyway

(doing it bullet point style bc i can <3)

(idk exactly what their professions would be in this, possibly the same but one of them would work at mass kenmore/just at a different hospital, because eventually theyd notice or piece together that they live in the same building)

bryce wouldve moved in a little after jensen. for the first month or so it was fine, maybe music through the walls once or twice, but nothing long enough that warranted a complaint

after that month, though, at all hours of the night thered either be music or a tv show or just something playing loud enough that bryce could hear it through the walls

he could never catch this mystery neighbor, though. he was up early in the morning and didnt want to bother them (as if they werent already doing the same), and when he got home usually he was too exhausted to do anything about it

after about another month of the on and off disruptions, bryce has a few friends over as a mini housewarming thing (jackie, elijah, and sienna). he mentions an offhand complaint about it and they all obviously ask why he hasnt said anything. they tell him he should just catch this neighbor at night when the problem is yk,, happening. by then though hes exhausted and can usually pass out after a little while of tossing and turning

eventually, they convince him to at least put a note on the door, so he quickly scrawls one out, tapes it there, then comes back. by the time they leave, late into the night, the noise seems to have stopped

it lasts for a peaceful month and a half but, lo and behold, it happens again. it had gradually been getting louder, yes, but he figured they would realize and stop. after some debate, and hyping himself up enough for the confrontation, he goes to talk to them

hes totally ready and prepared as he knocks on the door, but all of that quickly dies in his throat as his apparently very hot neighbor opens the door in pajamas

bryce doesnt let it show, of course, but instead of the anger he planned on, the conversation takes a very pleasant turn as he cant get anything other than niceties out. after introducing himself, he manages to ask if jensen could maybe please just a little if its at all possible keep the noise down after 11 pm since bryce can hear it through the wall. jensen immediately apologizes (bc ofc he would make it even more difficult for bryce to be upset with him) before agreeing and closing the door

the next day he gives a loose rundown to the others, and of course they ask how the confrontation itself went. the end of the conversation ends something like this:

jackie: you cant cave at the sight of every hot guy you run into

bryce: i dont usually, it was just unexpected!

elijah: well, its gonna happen again im sure, so be ready

and bryce thinks he will be. he gets another two months out of it before it happens again, and this time hes actually pissed off. he marches himself over there at some ungodly hour, knocking on the door and most certainly not getting distracted by jensen only wearing boxers and a tank top

he has that fresh "i havent slept in three days" look to him, eyes dark and apologizing through a yawn before bryce can even get a word out

...and then he feels bad. he asks if jensens alright just before he can close the door, to which jensen explains just how perfectly fine he is, its just insomnia. ah. things click into place, and bryce manages to make a lighthearted joke about how hes at least learning something from the documentaries he must be watching considering how many times bryce has heard david attenborough's voice through the wall

he actually gets a laugh out of jensen before they head their separate ways

gradually, bryce starts seeing him around more. occasionally they help with each others groceries, chat in the hall, etc etc

after a few months of this (and some peace and quiet on bryces part), he hears jensen talking down the hall with one of their elderly neighbors. it wasnt weird for jensen to be over there, often changing a lightbulb or bringing up groceries, but this time seems a little more urget

bryce barely gets the key in the door before jensens heading down the hall for his apartment, giving him a smile just long enough to stall him from noticing the blood dripping down his hand before closing the door behind him

bryce of course opens it and follows him in, asking if hes alright and what happened. he was building a bookshelf for them and lost grip of the nail in his hand, accidentally sending one through the side of his hand

(we'll say bryce is still a surgeon in this) he quickly takes over for jensen, cleaning it up, getting it closed, and properly bandaging it

bryce finishes off the bookshelf for them and offers to get jensen dinner, which he refuses but bryce insists on anyway

as his hand is healing, bryce finds a few more excuses to bring over dinner, eventually confessing that hes not eating out to treat jensen, its because he cant cook for shit. they start doing a few mini cooking lessons at jensens place, which is obviously more alone time together, and one thing leads to another and they get together :)

#tysm this was so fun!!#i havent done something like this in a lont time (i used to do them all the time) so it was exciting for me :)#jensen valentine #bryce lahela × jensen valentine #bryce lahela #asks answers #au asks

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wheelsupin-five · 1 year

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I posted 7,966 times in 2022

That's 4,352 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (5%)

7,555 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@freakwiththeknifecollection

@badass-magizoologist

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

@cold-egg

@hattalove

I tagged 6,156 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 2,231 posts

#eddie - 832 posts

#buck - 731 posts

#buddie - 724 posts

#marvel - 483 posts

#spn - 365 posts

#911 spoilers - 344 posts

#lincoln.txt - 298 posts

#fic - 229 posts

#fanart - 219 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i think the 118 should have a game night and doing that game where you have to mime the answer someone (probably buck) decides to do eddie

My Top Posts in 2022:

Accidentally By Mistake

Summary:

How do you accidentally kiss the person you’ve been thinking about for years and not even realise it?

“It was an accident,” Buck says, his words muffled by his hands.

“You kissed him accidentally?” Lucy says. “I can’t believe I missed it.”

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

A/N: Hi! this is my first 911 fic :) This one goes out to Saga, and all my friends who clapped and cheered for me when I said I’d written this <3

Wc: 1401 Read it on Ao3

Buck’s sitting on the couch, handing Chimney’s ass to him in Halo when he sees Eddie quickly approaching him from the corner of his eye. He ducks his character undercover, as Chim makes a break for one of the corridors.

“What’s up?” Buck asks when he can feel Eddie’s presence behind him. He may not have laid an eye on him yet, but tension is radiating off him.

“Chris is sick, I have to go pick him up.”

“Is he okay?” Buck tips his head back to look up at him. A small smile breaks through Eddie’s tight expression when their eyes meet. He pauses the game, earning a small huff from Chim.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay. Carla is fully booked today so I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back to finish the shift.” Eddie shifts like he’s contemplating leaving at that.

“Hey,” Buck reaches up and grabs a handful of Eddie’s LAFD button down to loosely hold him in place, “relax your jaw, drop your shoulders. Chris will be fine. And I’m sure Ravi won’t mind picking up the slack for half a shift.” He says with a half-smile. “I’ll drop by tonight. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks, Buck.”

Eddie drops his hand to Buck’s shoulder before leaning down, Buck’s hand going to the side of Eddie’s face, fingers curling around the back of his head as he half successfully presses a kiss to Buck’s lips.

“See you later,” Eddie mumbles against him. Buck hums in agreement. “See ya guys,” Eddie calls with a wave before he disappears down the stairs.

It’s dead silent and Buck can feel all eyes on him.

Beside him, Chimney is looking at him slack-jawed and Hen and Ravi’s eyes are glued to him from the table.

“What?” Buck asks, looking between them like there was some joke he wasn’t in on or he’d just done something terribly wrong.

Hen hesitates. “Is that how you decided to tell us?”

Buck blinks.

No one clarifies, and the air feels tight enough to shatter.

Oh.

Eddie kissed him.

Oh.

He kissed Eddie.

“Did we miss something here?” Bobby walks from his office with Lucy close behind him, slowing as he approaches them, obviously feeling the tension.

“No,” Buck chokes out, his heart catching in his throat.

“Nope,” Hen says, dragging her eyes from Buck. Chim and Ravi hesitantly echo her.

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Thinking abt how eddie held bucks hand while he was trapped under the ladder truck

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Buck has his own toothbrush that lives permanently in the Diaz's bathroom

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I cant wait for this WIP to be updated! I wonder what will happen next! My brother in christ you're the author of this WIP

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My #1 post of 2022

Do you understand

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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Surviving is one thing but befriending the alt girls? Now thats thriving congrats on the friend acquisition. Oh yeah absolutely thats super cool of your mom. To be so chill. More parents should aspire to be so chill. Birds are just chill dudes who exist & you can see them & its great. Fuck gulls though. They're nice to look at but will be bastards if you have food in some places. Ive been trying to learn german here & there and it is. Something. Mood but for english. Who needs grammer rules fuck em. I dont know polish so i definitely cant say. You probably mentioned it that sounds familiar but dang. Well it at least wont be as bad? My joke answer is gay sex would be less gay than whatever bronya/seele & march/stelle have goin on. My serious answer is that but also that was really well paced & written. Svarog my bro. Love him. Cocolia confrontation had killer music & the interaction with preservation was cool too. Love fire stelle abilities. Mobile is tough but just gotta fuck it we ball through it. Ill definitely have to add rain world to my list. Dredge is like. Lovecraftian horror fishing sim. Its really neat. River city girls is a simple beat em up adventure game where you fight through town doin little quests on your way through the main one. Real fun easy controls & the soundtrack is real good. Please do id love to hear your exploits. Yeah i have work a lot & so does she plus her kids so i dont talk to mine much either. Im getting to the point in star rail where i am catching up like genshin so ill probably log in less on that too unless more story happens or an event catches my eye. After next planet story anyways. Im not far enough in simulated universe to do swarm disaster sadly. Just gotta. Level them characters as usual. Ps5 star rail gave me gepard which he's good but like. I want bronya

YEAH ITS GREAT and thank you!! we have different groups this year and im very happy ab this bc most of the popular girls im scared of that i shared a group with last year are in the other one now. so im chillen. yeah shes VERY epic hehehehe!!!!! love her. YEAH frfr i agree.... ab the gulls as well i almost got Physically Attacked by one when i was on a trip on an island near alicante cos i was hanging out in the sea and went towards a small island not far away from the shore. not knowing there was a gull nest on it. but i took the hint when one started Screaming at me like halfway through. god i am scared of these things. theyre cool but from a safe distance. and ahhh good luck with learning german!! i took 4 years of it in primary school and still dont know a thing. but its a very charming language so maybe when i get a solid hang of spanish, ill revisit it. tho it Is funny to joke with my friends ab how i didnt allow ppl to germanize me. german was mandatory under the nazi occupation and theres this one patriotic song with the lines "nie będzie niemiec pluł nam w twarz / ni dzieci nam germanił" [the german will not spit in our face / nor germanize our children] but these days its often used for jokes ab having to learn the language. and yeah i suppose thats true!! it is what it is. anyway. YEAH i actually agree with both the joking and serious part andkfnjjb ESPECIALLY the cocolia boss fight. GOD that was cool. i honestly dont use fire trailblazer abilities that much but yes she does come in handy. good luck with surviving on mobile o7 also keep me updated if you do end up playing it!!!!!! its unbelievably hard but like. in a good way. OOH BOTH OF THESE SOUND VERY FUN!! speaking of which i have so many games i wanna play..... but i literally just spent around 200zł [a bit under 46 dollars] two days ago [wait im gonna tell you how in a second]. which actually connects to dye update: i redid my hair since it washed off pretty quickly [but ah i look so nice in red] for the very event i ended up spending way too much money on. and yeah fair rn im actually going onto genshin more often than star rail bc the fontaine exploration + catching up on sumeru exploration is just. So fun. havent played swarm disaster yet either...... no time...... i have a Lot of stuff to do for school recently. its been like what. 2 weeks. and we already finished the first chapter from history and were gonna have an exam soon. which im Dreading btw bc for some reason i went for extended history in school despite being physically unable to remember dates. but hey at least extended geography is easy [so far]. so fuck it we ball. anyway ah congrats on getting gepard!!! hes pretty overpowered yeah but i want bronya as well [i say barely ever logging into the game]. which is pretty funny bc i already got 3 5* things on standard in star rail while being like 150 pulls in and they were two claras and GEPARDS LIGHTCONE. which i cant even use on march since i run her in clara teams in which i need the taunt on clara. Lol. but whatever. ANYWAY ABOUT THE EVENT uhhh you Might recall that i went to like a. con-adjacent thing last year. its actually just mainly for buying merch but a Lot of people go in cosplays. anyway i went this year as well and got a bunch of prints [of focalors, fischl, signora, silver wolf, kafka, and miku], and some other stuff [charms of himeko starrail, silver wolf, and kafka, as well as bronya honkaiimpact3rd and kafka pins]. and a very cute choker. so YEAH for the sheer amount of stuff i got id say its a very good price but i still feel bad ab spending so much money in one go sjdkgkgjh

#but oh well!! a small price to pay for my anime niunie #asks #pen pals

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foughtforthefuture · 1 year

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"Hey check this out Ulric!" The older glaive smirked as he made his way over to the table and held out a blade, striking it so that the large knife stuck in the wooden grain. "Some imperial soldier out by Taelpar had it, looks like the blades you Galahdans use, huh?" It did; it was a large kukri with the telltale style and engravings of Galahd, and down close to where the tang met the hilt, there was a brand that resembled a K. "Figured you or Ostium might want it."

another day done, another fight fought. not won, not lost - just fought. nyx couldn't remember the last time they had come away from a skirmish with a clear win, the empire seemed to have inexhaustible pool of troops to pull from and they never seemed short of an airship or dreadnought.

but fighting was still better than laying down and letting the empire march one without hindrance.

twisting in his seat, nyx pulled his stool further in, making enough room for luche and crowe to pass behind him with plates of skewers and a tray of drinks - a shit day meant a good night in yama's at least. and the unofficial watering hold of the glaives was full of battered and bruised glaives tonight, the mood jovial and the drinks flowing in spite of the few close calls that were had earlier on in the day.

knocking back a drink, nyx nearly spluttered through it when mattias buried a blade in the edge of the table - that wasn't the issue though. it was the utter resignation on yama's face as he watched yet another table get defaced. grimacing through a grin, nyx quickly yanked the blade free and offered the bar owner his best silent apology before his eyes wandered back to the blade the older glaive had so unceremoniously left in front of him.

it was a nice blade - kukri style. the forward slant and the belly of the blade were telltale. it wasn't a style that was all to popular on the mainland, especially not one like this - it had traditional engravings on it; twisting swirls and loops that were inset with nickel that carried down onto the handles.

turning it over in his hand, nyx made a mental note of its balance too. whoever had made this, had put time and effort into it. but what the hell was some imperial trooper doing with it? not exactly their weapon of choice, but maybe they were changing tactics and using local available weaponry?

the same downward swoop and swell at the base of the handles that his blades had - made it easier to retain grip. and a hell of a lot easier to keep hold of when landing a warp. nyx turned the blade over again, leaning forward to offer it to libertus for a look but stopped short, his eyes noticing a smaller mark on the blade- not an engraving or a hamon line. not an acid etch or metal inset ... it was a letter.

canting his head to the side, nyx balanced the blade upright, its tip probably burrowing a little hole into yama's table as he turned it slowly, blood running cold when he realised what he was looking at.

it was a letter.

the letter k.

the same letter his mother had used as her smith mark when she made blades. the same letter her father had used, his surname had been knight ... but his mother had stopped forging when he was a little kid, even before selena had been born. for as long as nyx could remember, his mama had been working in that diner, and his grandpa was long dead. sure, he had a grand-uncle working as a kooky blade-smith in lestallum, but randolph was notoriously proud of his own work and had his own unique mark for anything he made.

' where did you say you found this? ' nyx finally managed to ask, his throat suddenly too dry as he set the blade down, turning it around and sliding it across the table, his finger tapping the blade to answer the silent question on libertus' face.

' and when? how long ago? '

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