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[loverd0ve]

#next aesthetic: pink cameras #credit: @latte (depop) #coquette #doelette #vintage #coquette fashion #fashion #pale pink #chic #preppy #cutecore #kawaii #doll aesthetic #dollete aesthetic #pink moodboard #girly pink #pinkcore #pink aesthetic #pretty in pink #outfitinspo

[miragemurder]

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Spotlight

Pairing: Veneer x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A Oneshot/short story for all the Veneer lovers out there, since there are a few fanfics. ★ ★ ★

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Lights, Camera, Action. Mount Rageous was a bustling city with many young and talented people alike. The city was mainly known for their famous singers as every road had a sign showing off the different types of music the place was made of. Bright colors everywhere as the overall vibe gave off an 80’s and 90’s type aesthetic. It honestly was overstimulating but most people didn’t mind.

You were out partying with one of your friends when you first heard about these overnight stars. They were the talk of the town, everyone knew them, besides you.

“Who?..”

“You’re telling me that you don’t know who the Velvet and Veneer are?”

“Let me guess, artists?” You sighed. Honestly you didn’t really care to keep track of the next upcoming popstars of the week. You just wanted to enjoy the music. Everyone here was so involved in everything it seemed almost tiring, and boring.

“Only the best artists ever! Have you heard their new single Watch Me Work? It’s absolutely amazing!” Your friend shrieked, obsessed with the new stars.

You shrugged and continued on with the rest of the party, joining in and dancing along to whatever was playing. You were having a good time until eventually it became tiring. You tapped on your friend’s shoulder signifying that you were gonna head to the bathroom but in all honesty, you just needed a break.

You headed to the left side of the club, back to where the bathrooms were. There were barely any people here surprisingly. You thought there would be more since, well it’s a club there’s probably some sort of shady shit happening. It was quite calm and you quietly thanked the lord. All the music and lights could be overstimulating. You were just about to head into the bathroom when you saw a hallway with a ramp a little far right to the bathrooms.

‘Hmm… wonder where that can lead to.” You thought. You shrugged it off and turned back around to go into the bathroom. You were just about to enter as you felt someone knock into your shoulder. You turned around confused, staring at who just bumped into you.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you? These shoulder pads can be a bit… much.” The stranger stared at you, frantically apologizing and waving his hands around. You looked back with a wild expression. His hair was green and styled into a pompadour like mullet. He wore black pants that were oddly shaped and light pink shoes. His top was very extraordinarily as he had huge shoulder pads with a purple diamond on each side, and a smaller one on his chest.

“Oh no, you’re fine. I’m just surprised I didn’t see you there.” You laughed softly, watching his facial expression. He had a quizzical look on his face, like if you didn’t just realize who you were talking to.

“Heh.. yeah well honestly I don’t know why my sister picked this outfit, not my thing. Anyways, I got to get backstage, hope you’re enjoying the show.” He smiled and turned around, confidently strutting back out and heading up that weird hallway you were questioning earlier.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, questioning what just happened and why that guy was wearing such an outfit. You splashed your face with some water and closed your eyes, taking some time to relax before you went back out there. After a couple of minutes, you heard your phone buzz and quickly picked it up. It was a message from your friend.

“OMG! OMG! You have to hurry! Velvet and Veneer are gonna perform!” It read. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and put your phone back into your pocket.

You walked out of the bathroom and unwillingly went into the crowd of people. It was like the crowd got ten times louder, everyone excited to see the next performance. You groaned and continued to slide into the crowd, pushing around trying to get back to your friend.

“Hey I’m back, what’s going on?” You tapped your friends shoulder, making them aware of your presence.

“You made it just in time! Velvet and Veneer are gonna perform!” She squealed, holding onto your arm and jumping up and down. You pulled your arm back and nodded your head, not really caring about what your friend was talking about. Even if you didn’t care that much, you were still happy that she was happy.

The crowd quieted a little as the announcement over the speaker came on.

“Ladies and gentleman! Please welcome your stars of the show, Velvet and Veneer!”

Everyone started jumping up and down, dancing and overall going crazy. You watched as the two stars came out onto the stage when suddenly your stomach dropped. You recognized one of them.

Did you just accidentally meet Veneer?

You stood dazed and shocked while your friend was bouncing and cheering. They gave you a quick glance before they noticed your expression. Quickly, they stopped bouncing and came closer to your awkward self.

“Hey, are you alright?” They asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. They tried to comfort you but it was a little hard since the crowd of people were being pushed into you two.

“Yeah I just… remember when I went to the bathroom?” You glanced down then you turned your head to look up at them.

“Yeah of course, that was like fifteen minutes ago.” They laughed a little.

“Well, when I was waking in I kind of accidentally pumped into someone, and that someone may or may not have been.. Veneer.” You gave your friend an awkward smile, hoping that they would believe you accidentally just met a famous singer.

“Are you being serious? Like are you sure it was him?” Your friend questioned. They wanted to believe you but it sounded crazy. It’s very unlikely to accidentally walk into a celebrity.

“The guy had huge shoulder pads and green hair, I’m pretty sure it was him.” You tilted your head in a “duh” like manor. They gave you an amused look and then smiled.

“Well, what are we doing over here? We gotta get up close to see if he recognizes you!” They grabbed your hand and swiftly started pushing past people to get to the front of the stage. You were left shocked as you tried to pull your hand away from your friend’s monstrous grip.

“Wait I don’t think that’s a good idea-“ you yelled out, trying to get them to hear you.

“Of course it is! Come on!” They continued to push past the crowd of people until you guys got to the very front of the stage. You were terrified, your body was in a state of shock and panic as you watched the stars right above you. You watched as they performed their many songs, looking out into the crowd and waving at the audience.

You watched as Veneer looked down into the crowd, waving to people until he stopped and looked at you. His face faltered for a second before he got back into character. He smiled, waving at you until he did something a little unexpected.

He winked.

You felt like you just got set on fire, your face burning up to what felt like a thousand degrees. You gave him a shocked reaction, jaw dropped while you stood there motionless. He laughed and went back to looking at the rest of the crowd. You felt like you were gonna pass out.

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A while after the whole party died down, you were in a corner of the club with your friend chilling and talking about random crap from your younger years. Most of the people left while some stayed with friends to drink and chat. It was almost time for the club to close before you saw someone walk out from backstage.

“Oh hey! It’s you!” Veneer walked up to you and your friend, a huge smile across his face.

“Oh my gosh we are such huge fans, can I have a picture!” Your friend cheered, bouncing up and down with their phone in hand.

“Why of course!” He laughed. Your friend brought up their phone and took what felt like five thousand photos.

“Thank you so much!” Your friend squealed. You tried to calm her down until you saw Veneer staring at you.

“So did you like the show? Was it worth it? Did I look good” He said that last part smugly, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk on his face. You giggled and nodded your head.

“It was really good! You guys did fantastic.” You smiled. You meet this guy a couple hours ago but it felt like love at first sight, as cringe as that may be.

“Well… I know I’m technically not allowed to do this but…” he held out a piece of paper with his name and number, you stared at it in shock.

“Here’s my number, if you ever wanna talk.” He looked up at you and gave you a kind-hearted smile. You nodded and thanked him.

“Well, would you look at the time! I must get going before Velvet kills me!” He laughed, slightly worried.

“No literally, she might actually kill me. Anyways it was nice meeting you…?” He paused, giving you a questioning look.

“[______]” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Ah [_____], it was nice meeting you!” He smiled as he walked off giving you a ‘call me’ sign with his fingers. You laughed and turned back to your friend.

“I cannot believe that just happened! Oh my god congrats!” They yelled while squishing you in a huge bear hug. You hugged them back, laughing and spinning around with them like you just won the lottery.

You’ll definitely be calling him later.

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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this oneshot/short story I made. It was barely revised and I don’t really have a lot of experience so I hope it was decent lol (He’s a little out of character.) It was quite fun and I hope to write more in the future! Leave requests in the comments!

Part 2: Secret

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#trolls #trolls band together #veneer x reader #velvet and veneer #veneer trolls #fanfic #gn reader #veneer #veneer trolls x Reader #oneshot #short story

[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

#thank you for the request!!! #i feel like in general their first leave together would be a little awkward #ghost wouldnt really know how he's supposed to act with a guest in his flat #but the guest is soap so everything's all good #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod fluff #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #autistic simon ghost riley

[nctangelz]

SOOYOUNG’S COMEBACK LIVE :: LOVE, SHHH!

ON JULY 17TH, 2022, SM went LIVE to introduce their very own, SOOYOUNG’S, comeback! the live was a total of ONE HOUR, with exclusive performances of LOVE, SHH, a cover of WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?, and a never seen before duet between SOOYOUNG and JAEMIN.

AESTHETIC ::

ABOUT THE COMEBACK LIVE!

this live was the very first live performance of LOVE, SHH — sooyoung’s new song! sooyoung performed on a small stage, with a lighted heart behind her and all girls back up dancers! her outfit for this performance was the second from the left as pictures of above, with an adorable pink bow in her hair!

after the performance, sooyoung waved and thanked the viewers for watching her performance, smiling and winking into the camera. “thank you all for watching and supporting! I worked really hard to give you all this song - and I hope you love it as much as I do!”

“It’s a little weird for me to be on this stage by myself - i’m so used to being standing next to my members…i’m not used to having to do all the talking by myself…” sooyoung giggled. (our introverted queen)

“Is it okay if I invite some close friends?” OF COURSE SOOYOUNG ANYTHING FOR YOU 🥺

and on cue, renjun and jaemin walk in, both acting as if they are starstruck of sooyoung (they are so REAL for that!)

jaemin has a small square box in his hands, and sooyoung looks at him quizzically, “what’s in your hands there? i told you no gifts…” jaemin only pouted and said “we couldn’t resist! we had to get you something for your big debut!” sooyoung only laughed and shook her head, slightly blushing at jaemin’s sweetness. (we see you sooyoung 👀)

“go ahead, open it sooyoungie!” renjun pleaded, nudging the girl forward. sooyoung looked at the camera and counted down to three, smiling widely when she saw a cake in the box. “a cake! this is beautiful! nctzen’s, look at this!”

ISNT IT ADORABLE! in the middle it says “SHH, WE LOVE SOOYOUNG!” we love you jaemin and renjun 🫶

“did you guys go out and buy this by yourselves?” sooyoung asked, gasping when jaemin and renjun nod in affirmation. “this is beautiful! you guys did a great job picking this out!” sooyoung said, giving both of them a hug once they set the cake down.

“can we have some?” sooyoung asked, looking over at the staff, clapping when they quickly brought over plates and forks. “oooh, chocolate raspberry? my favorite cake! this looks so yummy!” sooyoung squealed, smiling widely at jaemin and renjun.

“i told you chocolate raspberry was her favorite! but no, you swore up and down it was strawberry.” jaemin joked at renjun, who only rolled his eyes. “i’m telling you, her favorite is strawberry, she begged for it for weeks last year!”

sooyoung swallowed and looked over at renjun sadly, “renjun is partly right - strawberry was my favorite…but after my birthday party i got sick - it was because i ate half of that cake but…i’ve been too traumatized to eat it since.”

renjun frowned, “i was with you all day, i never knew this happened.” sooyoung patted him on the shoulder and said, “i didn’t tell anyone because i was too embarrassed. jaemin conveniently walked in on…you know. so since then i decided chocolate raspberry is my safe favorite.” 

“i told you i’m great at keeping secerts!” jaemin exclaimed. sooyoung only shook her head and continued to eat her cake, the three of them sitting on the pink stools prepared for them. sooyoung in the middle, renjun on the left and jaemin on the right.

once they all finished their cake, renjun and jaemin started asking sooyoung questions about her song!

JAEMIN: “so, sooyoung, this makes your first ever solo song! tell us about how it felt like to record a song all by your own!”

SOOYOUNG: “it was such an exciting and thrilling experience for me! i’ve been writing songs ever since i was around…thirteen? and i have helped write quite a few songs for nct dream, but I can proudly say that I pretty much wrote this entire song by myself! it’s completely my own and designed just perfectly to fit me! i couldn’t do it without my lovely producer, though! it was so much fun to discover my own sound with her! but it did get lonely, i missed getting to watch everyone record and see all your lovely smiles while i recorded. jaemin came to visit me one day in the studio, it was super sweet!”

JAEMIN: “i brought her snacks and coffee…that’s the only reason she was happy to see me, don’t let it fool you.”

SOOYOUNG: “noooo, that’s not true!” *shakes jaemin gently* “why do you tell stories like that?!” *smiles and shakes her head* “but i did kick him out when i had to get back to recording. i was nervous about you all hearing it at first - i worked so hard on this song, and i’ll admit it, when i finally let all of dream listen to it, i cried.”

RENJUN: “she did. all over my sweatshirt.” *laughs* “when I watched the MV for this first time - i loved al of your outfits because they all fit you so well. and the outfit you are wearing now, it’s so adorable and definitely screams sooyoung. i heard a rumor that you helped design your outfits, is this true?”

SOOYOUNG: “it is so weird to hear renjun be nice to me.” *giggles and pats renjun’s shoulder* “and that is true! i got a drawing pad and drew out some outfits, and i piled together a moodboard for my styles and presented it to my lovely stylist, taylor! and she loved it! she let me tag along when she was picking out the pieces, and it was a experience i’ll never forget. i got so involved in everything, and i learned so so much.”

JAEMIN: “sooyoungie! your phone is ringing! you better go get it!”

sooyoung laughed and ran off stage, smirking at the camera.

while sooyoung was gone, a few blooper scenes from the mv of LOVE, SHH was shown on the screen, jaemin and renjun narrating it and laughing at sooyoung’s clumsiness.

RENJUN: “it looks like sooyoung is finally back, and she it looks like she has something else for you all!”

and with that, the lights dimmed, renjun and jaemin left stage, and sooyoung resumed the stage, behind her mic stand, in a brand new outfit!

WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?

sooyoung has been teasing her covering a tate mcrae song FOR SO LONG on vlive, AND THE TIME HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!

nctzens were like “WHO TF HURT THIS GIRL”

she let out all of her emotions on this song, and freely moved around the stage and really felt the song <3

“you made me hate myself just so i would love you more”, THAT GIRL SANG THAT WITH HER CHESTTTTT.

brb going to fight her ex rn

SHE DELIVERED

after, there was no pause, she disappeared and reappeared in a new fit, AND JAEMIN. SOOYOUNG AND JAEMIN DUET! THE CLUB WENT WILD!

JAEMIN & SOOYOUNG — AN EXCLUSIVE DUET

sooyoung & jaemin had to lock this song in a safe cuz THIS WAS NCTZENS FIRST TIME EVER HEARING THIS SONG (og :: hug by svt)

both of jaemin and sooyoung’s mics were decorated in pink roses, and the stage had such soft lighting, it was PERFECT.

all throughout the performance jaemin and sooyoung just looked at each other every other second and their eyes were just filled with pure LOVE for eachother

at this point they are just fueling the dating rumors…

sooyoung started crying at the end, and jaemin just smiled so lovingly towards her, SHE MELTED. she sang all through the tears, her voice cracking slightly </3

when it was over, jaemin immediately engulfed her into a hug, laughing when sooyoung hid her face in his chest

“our emotional sooyoungie,” jaemin cooed, resting his chin on sooyoung’s head.

sooyoung eventually came out of jaemin’s hug, waving and smiling through her tears at the camera.

“thank you so much for watching, nctzens! i hope you enjoyed this gift from jaemin and i…and stay tuned for when we release this gem!”

“make sure to support sooyoung with her single, “LOVE, SHH!”, cheer and love her for me!” jaemin said, and with that, sooyoung and jaemin waved goodbye, blowing kissed towards the camera.

STREAM LOVE SHH

tags :: @yjjnfied

#nct addition #nct added member #nct extra member #nct female addition #nct female subunit #nct female unit #nct female oc #nct female member #kpop oc #nct 24th member #nct dream added member #nct dream female addition #nct dream addition #nct dream female member #nct dream oc #nct dream 8th member #jaemin fluff #renjun fluff

[sorryimananti-romantic]

im terry loyal but HOLY HECK BLOND SOOBIE BOOBIE MADE A COMEBACK IM CRYINNGNGNNG LEGIT IN TEARS RN OMDSDS 😭😭😭😭 bro looks majestic like he looks too expensive to look at 😞 lord have mercy 😭😭😭

N BLOND YEONJUN?? i dare say he looks better in blond than pink?? 🙃 he looks so ethereal oh my goodness i can totally see him in a fantay book like hshjsjdjxbdjjdkskd im honestly living for this era 😭 i think its the combination of subtle makeup and js the background in general that makes the photos look so realistically unreal if ygm

ALSO those rhinestones r prolly smth important lore-wise like the fairy dust in temptation cod i noticed one on terry's finger

SPEAKING OF TERRY

blud looks so pretty in long hair like i love his short hair but long hair taehyun is what i never knew i needed N THE CONTACT LENSES like ive had a love-hate relationship w idols wearing blue lenses but pair them with the right shade of blond n fix the lighting and you'll get some divine concept photos

ALSO notice how it's golden hour? opposite of blue hour?? and the field they're in looks like the field from blue hour ygm? lemme get a pic

it looks like this field but the grass and wtv those other things r have grown out cos the eras have changed

i may change my profile to blond soobin 😞😞😞

when i tell u i fell in love when temptation concept photos came out n now tomorrow concept photos??? I NEED A BLOND SOOBIN PHOTOCARD 👹👹👹👹👹

honestly i feel like it's a bit too early to begin a next chapter in their discography storyline. or maybe its js cos im a moa that i feel like its going too fast idk 😭

😭😭😭 you're absolutely right about all of this idk where to begin

first of all omg the aesthetics this time around are unreal?? the glowy look and all the golden ahhh this comeback is ethereal and this is like sugar rush ride era but light mode iykwim 😭

and they look so ethereal each and everyone of them 😭 this shade of blonde on yeonjun lemme go kiss the stylists and terry long hair he looks so fluffy argghhh AND OFC SOOBIE BOOBIE 😭😭

you're right about the lens too i dislike lens bc most of the times they're very very obvious and honestly looks really bad on camera 💀 but when coordinated with the hair and the whole look sometimes it creates the best looks ever

oooo ive heard bits and pieces about their lores i honestly don't keep up with any sort of lores but i do have a general idea what youre talking about. but this is a new chapter you say?? that really does feel early 😭 i swear time goes so fast i just stopped listening to their prev comeback and they're already here with a new one 😭 this girlie can't keep up AHAHA

#im lost when it comes to the lore but im invested otherwise #its giving nude era by gidle the way everyone went blonde #love the golden everything tho #txt #yumi.asks

[absent-o-minded]

*Rises from the Grave*

It's Young Royals S2 First Look Pictures analysis time, cherubs.

THE ROWING MACHINE PICTURE:

Firstly, I wasn't expecting a picture like this even in my distant hypothetical S2 Sneak Peak releases, I don't think anyone was really, but it's really interesting. I've seen on Twitter and Instagram that Netflix have used the word "Revenge" a lot, and I think that this picture could tell us why - Even though Wille, Simon and the other 3 Hillerska lads are centre frame, they're pitted against a mirror, and if you look to the far right (right circle), there's another character wearing red, and in the distance (far-left circle), it looks there are spectators.

Maybe what could be happening is a small sub-plot of Wille potentially becoming a second rowing captain of an opposite team (Hence the two differing rowing gear colours of Green vs Red) as means of trying to exert "revenge" on August, bc if the Monarchy won't help him, and August goes without repercussions, then Wille is on his own, and so, he could (maybe) target the one thing he knows is significant to August; His authoritative position as Rowing Captain. Here, Wille presents a challenge that through the eye just appears as a civil opposition shrouded in sportsmanship, but indirectly, it serves as a subtle step, taken by Wille, to oppose August's social position. (I would go into catering towards typically masculine forms of competition and how gender convention could play into the classic trope of a Revenge arc, but I'll save that for another time.)

Also just a quick add on - New character on the far left? Hmmm...

THE CLASSROOM PIC:

Ofc the class is reading, all with their heads down, and Wille is just looking at Simon, because he is what? Whipped! And ofc I'm going to talk about colour in this picture because I am what? Sad!

For me, here, the presence of colour theory relies on the contrast between Pastels v Darkness (or really, De saturated v Saturated). Despite purple being a consistent motif for Simon's costume through S1, and even if we assume that, through the passage of time, Simon has now integrated into Hillerska society, he is still aesthetically differentiated from his peers through his clothing - Most of the characters surrounding him are wearing pastel colours (i.e purples, pinks and yellows) and yet he has a dark green shirt over a deep purple. So, maybe this just further entrenches Simon's struggle in regards to finally cementing himself in the elitist environment, especially after the leak.

But also, something else should be noticed - Wille wearing pastel purple. In the previous season, Wille's costume was mainly comprised of deep reds/burgundies, blues or destaurated greys, and yet here, he visually looks different (not just the hair btw). Not only does he still parallel his peers, solidifying his connection to the Hillerska society, but now he also parallels Simon, mimicking the colours he wore throughout S1, so maybe this is a subtle visual hint at Wille attempting to reconcile with Simon.

Bonus: They're sat next to eachother :') I can't remember if we ever saw Wille and Simon physically sat directly next to eachother in class before!

THE ROYAL DINNER PIC:

Now here is some juicy cinematography.

Here, the camera lens is bracketed by the presence of the doors, and so the lens itself is personified and, despite not being invasive on the family dinner, the overall placement of the camera as situated within the doorway serves as an insight into Wille's Christmas (likely indicated from the fact that it's snowing etc). As always, I could be wrong, because the time-skip could be from the end of S1, skipping past Christmas and onto the new School year, but I think it would be interesting to see what Wille's Christmas would be like.

Not just this, but given their differing expressions, the cinematography further relates to Wille's entrapment - The audience are passive, we're not allowed to enter the room and so our empathy rests within an observational position. Wilhelm clearly looks out of place and dejected, whilst The Queen and his Father look content.

But also, notice how there are only three chairs? And whose facing/in the position of the missing chair? The camera is. Already, Wilhelm has adopted the new Crown Prince persona, and so the absence of Erik is elevated bc not only does the dinner exist at a partial distance, but there is no remnant of Erik anywhere, not even an empty chair, or a picture of him.

Not at all making me upset on how out of place and unsupoprted Wille feels by his own family but hEY HO ANYWAY-

FELICE AND WILLE PIC:

I. Love. Silhouettes. And. Light.

The prospect of Felice being a more prominent character in the narrative, let alone in Wille's story, is slskls so exciting - Especially the thought of elite Felice x Wille friendship duo.

I'm guessing that there has been a change of Wille's room/Wille now sleeps in the other bed because S1 his bed was always in the right hand-side of the room, but this is cool ! Especially if you consider it along the idiom of "growing too big for your bed" and Wille's newly given title/ position in the Monarchy. I mean, even if you look at the visuals, everything appears to be minimalist and stripped of any indicative personality; The red LED lights are no longer here, we can't see the Frog snowglobe, or a bedside table, all we're given is a shelf with some (what look like) deodorant cans and a simple light. It's as if in order to become more like a Crown Prince, Wille had to, little by little, become less like Wille.

But I have hope! If you look at where the light is placed there are a few things that could be said: 1.) Felice is deliberately placed closer to it in an attempt to illustrate her significance. Perhaps here she is consoling, offering comfort to Wille, and so she becomes this 'beacon' of wisdom (tbf I would trust Felice with my life soooo...), 2.) It highlights the void of the space, and further broadens on the sense of "absence" as a dip in the covers is visible, perhaps mirroring Wille's dialogue if its about Simon, or about how lonely he was over the Christmas break, 3.) Their silhouettes. The presence of their shadows was not necessarily needed in this scene, but it was included, and maybe I've been too deprived of content and I'm reaching here, but it's the externalisation of their beings, and could serve as foreshadowing for their blossoming friendship. So, maybe Felice and Wille try to help eachother this season, which would be lovely !

This is pretty much just me begging for Wille and Felice to form the #BestiesAgainstAugust duo for nothing else than my own fulfilment.

These aren't all of the photos, but these are the ones that I initially had the most to say about. I'll likely talk about the others soon, though ! Let me know what you think ! <3

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Hi I requested Nick Jackson smut because he deserves me love 😍

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{ summary } — what with nick out of the house and not due back for the next couple of days, it allowed you to experiment with your new found profession. with a new camera and an empty house, the possibilities were endless !

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{ warnings } — 18+ { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, camgirl!reader, sex work, filming, use of sex toys, female masturbation, voyeurism, facefucking, throatpie, breath play, hair pulling, male + female orgasms, squirting

{ word count } —2.1k

{ genre } — smut

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it's finally here! quickly you rushed to the front door, nothing but a sheer blush pink robe to cover your barely concealed modesty. an excited gasp audibly left your lips upon confirming what the package was. once within the safety of your house, and more so, the privacy of your office, practically tearing open the box, the remnants of which flying all over your office floor, silently making a reminder to clean it up later. 

“hello my beauty…” you pried the item from its cardboard prison, revealing a brand new camera. the design was sleek and simple, yet the quality could be compared to the ones used in hollywood! and it was sure to capture all your assets beautifully!. with nick on the road so often and for so long, sex was few and far in between, your frustrations grew and so did your neediness. but you would not turn to other men for pleasure, oh no. you had come to adore your body and all its wonders from the months of lonely nights at home, touching and toying with yourself like no one else could. 

it started with a few selfies, still clothed but lewd enough and left little to the imagination. but the praise from stranger’s online seemed to only boost your confidence more. it then transferred to lingerie, how the material would hug your body, wrapping and caressing your lovely curves, the praise only increased, about two months in, fully unclothed, confidence reaching its peak. you’d never felt sexier.  

it had peaked your interest for a while, might as well make some money from it? people seemed to enjoy your bare form. you had your first stream a month or so ago, the sight of yourself on camera was nothing new, nick and yourself had already filmed such encounters before. the audience you had garnered over the last several months seemed to show, gathering in the stream chat anxious and waiting for such a lovely show. 

would you say it was a career? it was definitely making you more cash than you would at your regular job, and who could blame you, sex sells after all. 

you propped the camera down gently on your desk, careful not to damage your most prized possession aside from your wedding ring. it certainly matched the aesthetic of your office. baby pink lined every surface, accentuated with white, monitor on the left hand side of the desk, displaying the waiting screen and the awaiting chat feed, tripod next to it. with gentle hands you placed the camera atop the tripod plugging it in, admiring your work for the moment before hitting record. slowly comments from your admirers began to flood in, all begging for you to reveal what good you had stored underneath that rope. you gave a seductive wave to the camera, watching the number of viewers increase with each movement. bending over, pretty ass in the air, cunt glistening for the camera, a flurry of comments rushed in all complementing your form in explicit detail. 

you retrieved a thrusting dildo from your drawer, the white cupboard filled with various sex toys you’d use on stream, and alone with nick. you made sure the dildo was in full view, displaying it to the camera for a moment before dragging it lightly up your thigh, the feeling was featherlight, reminding you the way nick’s fingers would traverse across your skin, dipping into each crevice of your body, teasing and toying with your sweet cunt. 

you continued to drag the toy upward, resting it in the valley of your breasts, accentuating your cleavage by leaning forward slightly, preparing the toy as your tongue glossed spit along the head. with your free hand, slowly beginning to loosen the ties of your robe, teasing your viewers for a moment before fully exposing yourself to their gaze, giggling when the amount of likes your received shot up with a few explicit comments complementing your breasts. 

you leaned back into your chair, one leg propped up on the arm rest, cunt in full view of the camera, slowly beginning to circle small shaped onto your clit. the silicone was warm against your skin, allowing you to sink back into the feeling, small moans and whimpers left your lips, pretty pussy glistening under the studio lights you had set up, loving the way you looked on camera. 

you pushed the head of the dildo past your folds, an exalted sigh left your lips, such relief flooded your veins as you filled yourself to the brim, turning on the toy feeling it begging to pulse and thrust deep inside you. 

you could not help but think of your husband. he’d been on the road for so long you almost forgot what his cock felt like. you missed the way he’d tease you, with his tongue especially, stretch and fill your cunt up, they way he’d have you completely and utterly cockdrunk within seconds, have you screaming and begging for release, making a mess of the bedsheets in the process, all the while he relished in it, in your orgasm and his, drinking you were an oasis in the desert and he a man dying of thirst. there was nothing to compare to it, not even the countless amount of toys stashed away in your bottom draw

“fuck…” you whimpered absentmindedly, soft and under your breath. eyes now closed, envisioning your husband. you could see him clear behind your eyelids, how his cock fucked you out, filling you up with such precision and absolutely ruining you with the force of his thrust. you could hear him, the sound of his moans ringing in your ear, echoing, the phantoms of his voice so dangerously close, edging you onward to release. 

you pealed your eyes open momentarily to gaze at your monitor, views going up, donations flooding in, your viewers loved what they saw, pussy spread for them, toy fucking you out, thrusting deep into your cunt. a moan ripped through your lips, throwing your head back in pleasure as a particularly rough thrust from the toy caused your hips to jolt. eyes now fixated back onto your monitor, squinting slightly when you noticed the door left partially ajar. you’d sworn you’d locked it before hand and you weren’t exactly going to stop your show for something as simple as that. it was what was behind the door that had caught your attention. 

“n-nick…?” you questioned, noticing your husband now standing in the doorway, his figure clearly visible in the stream, to which only heightened your viewership. you weren’t going to question how he had managed to sneak into the house without you knowing, more importantly how he did not tell you that he was going to be back earlier than you expected. peering down you noticed the prominent erection in his sweatpants, slowly palming himself as he met your gaze. 

“don’t stop…” he muttered simply, stripping himself, his clothes gathered in a messy pile in the doorway. he peered around the room, having never set foot inside your office before, he found the new sight rather arousing, especially your set up, the way you sat poised in front of a camera, cunt dripping, exposed for the world to see, most of them unknowing that your pretty cunt belonged to him and that he was the only one who would ever be able to fuck it, fill it up with his seed, it turned him on. 

his cock this, resting in his palm as he made his way towards you, his head out of frame, cock dangerously close to your lips, you were practically drooling at the sight of him. god, you missed him, in a way you were kind of relieved that he had caught you at such an opportunistic time, so willing to share your new found career with him. 

“look at you, sweetheart. such a good little cockwhore…i bet you enjoy all those eyes on your pretty cunt” his words condescending, yet nothing seemed to turn you on more. the toy, still firm between your thighs, pulsing and pumping itself deep into you. nick watched the monitor, smirking when the comments begged for him to fuck your throat. he grabbed you by the chin, making you look up at him, though innocent doe-eyes you yearned for him. “let’s give the people what they want then, shall we”

he parted your lips with his index and middle fingers, pressing down on your tongue, your spit coating his long digits, lathering the appendages as he pulled away, smearing your spit across your puffy lips. his cock resting heavy in his palm, pushing past your lips with a content sigh as his tip rested snugly in the back of your throat. 

“good girl…” he grunted, using your mouth as a makeshift fleshlight for the moment, loving the way you already struggled to breath around his size, spit bubbling around the corners of your lips. he adored the sight. he gave a rough thrust, unexpected to you, leaving you gagging and sputtered around his size, still keeping himself firmly down your throat. he chucked, loving the way your viewers praised you for being a good little cockslut. 

he peered down for a moment, noticing how you were still ruining yourself with the dildo, he loved the way it pulsed, fucking you out so deliciously, albeit a bit jealous since it should be his cock ruining you, but guess he’ll have to wait until later tonight, can’t have all your viewers get too jealous of him now. 

he gave no warning he was about to move, a rough assault on your throat began within seconds. he was feverish, needy. it had been months without the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his shaft, he did not want to savour it as much as he wanted to cum. his hand was no match for your mouth, sure he could make himself cum but it never felt as euphoric in comparison to you. 

“fuck baby…missed your pretty mouth…” his hips met your lips with violent thrusts, small moans vibrated against his shaft, in response to his praise. “look at the camera baby…show them how well you suck cock”

he tugged your hair, shirting your position so that your face and cunt were still in view, your eyes flickered between him and the monitor, watching yourself take his cock and the toy. it was a new feeling, you’d never felt sexier than now, your husband ruining your throat for thousands of people to see. you’d often made small talk of your husband on streams, often comparing his size to your toys, he was bigger obviously. it got your viewers curious, who was this so-called husband of yours? the one who gets to claim their queen’s sweet pussy each and every night? thankfully their prayers, and most likely worries had been answered tonight. 

your body began to twitch in your seat, pussy quivering around the toy, peering up at your husband who was in total bliss, head thrown back in pleasure, mouth hung open, heated groans leaving his lips. you moaned around him, a signal  that you were close, the pitch of your moans increasing, the speed of which you fucked yourself out did the same. you could not hold back much longer, sweetness spilling over, coating the toy in your warmth. 

donations went up even further, sky rocketing to heights you’d never seen before. your chair now drenched in your wetness. nick praised your orgasm, although it was hard to hear him due to your brain being clouded with pleasure. nick gave a few final grunts, holding a death grip on your skull as he buried himself deep down your throat, hot cum filling your cheeks. he pried his cock from your warmth, grabbing your face before you even had the chance to think, bringing to towards the camera, your viewers watching on with excitement as you swallowed his seed. 

quickly you turned off the stream, turning off your toy in the process. turning to your husband who stood with a smug smirk, leaning against your chair. 

“i see you got a new hobby” he remarked with a chuckle, you merely rolled your eyes at his statement. 

“why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early? i wouldn’t of streamed tonight and we could have just fucked?” you tried to alter the conversation slightly. nick made his way over to you, placing you in his lap as he sat back in your chair, kissing you roughly, still tasting his cum on your lips. 

“i wanted to suprise you” he muttered against your lips, moaning softly into the kiss “and who says we can’t still fuck?”

“round two in the shower?”

“deal!”

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More Than Anything!

Yume Ume Birthday Vignette!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Grim, Yume Ume, Yuuta Midori, Yuuuhi Kiiro, Guest: Elie Akane

Words: 5.8k

Summary: “IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY!?!” Ace shouted, his voice echoing through the rose garden maze. As he did, time seemed to stop, all the Heartslabyul students' Unbirthday celebrations came to a halt at the words; they stared at their table.

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(This is just a little fun thing I had in mind for Yume's birthday. Since it would be their first Birthday card I wanted to focus on some of their first friends at NRC; The Heartslabyul Gang! There's references galore and I'm sure people will spot them. Thank you again for all the sweet birthday wishes! (o´▽`o))

Birthday Card Art ⭐

Birthday Card Groovy ⭐

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“Hey what up everyone, it's ya boy CayCay! Here #live from another Heartslabyul Unbirthday party!” Cater said, flashing a wink and peace sign to his phone's camera as he went live on Magicam.

“Does he always do that?” Yuuta asked,to no one in particular, sitting next to Yume on the other side of the large round table.  

“Every unbirthday party, on the dot, for the past three years.” Trey said lightheartedly, though Yume could hear the slight edge of exasperation that could only come from knowing a person’s habitual routine for years.Trey laid down a tray of tarts to the guest table causing Ace, Yuuhi, and Grim to cheer and dig in immediately. Yume waited a few seconds before the carnage was over to grab a piece of their own and placed it gently to the side.

“You get used to it pretty fast.” Deuce smiled with a good natured shrug, grabbing two pieces of a tart and laying one on Yuuta’s plate. The two of them shared a look and a smile, before turning back to their food. Yume caught Yuuta’s eye as they gave him a smug look, Yuuta rolled their eyes, saying nothing. Yume snickered, as their brother's fair cheeks tinted a bit pink and they stuffed a forkful of tart in their mouth.

“Today is extra special because we have our honored guests, *dun dun dun dunn~!* The Ramshackle gang! Say, “hi” guys~!” Cater said, humming a fanfare noise, before turning the phone camera around to the three brothers. Yume jumped and instinctually leaned to hide behind Yuuta's shoulder. 

Yuuta gave Cater a look, before turning away from the camera as well, covering their face eating their tart. Yuuhi flashed a peace sign, as comments flooded the screen:

CayCay’s Very Merry Unbirthday!!!

🔴 [You’re live]

Chivalrousrichesse: OMG the food looks to good, #gimmie a bite

Bigcatluver69: Omg their eyes are green like their hair, its so striking!!! o///o AzzLuver89: Is that kid's hair purple? I can’t tell #weird

Carefold: are those the ppl from “another world” they look pretty normal to me… ;/

FeaturedLeo: Ugh the aesthetic of these things are always so cool! I wanna go! #NRChitmeup Bnutsquash: Happy Unbirthday everyone!! #MerryUnbrithday

FlirtyPsych: Cater plz dm!!!<3 #CayCaySimpAndProud

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“Cater, don't spend the entire party on your phone.” Riddle warned, gracefully taking a sip from his rose patterned teacup. 

Cater’s shoulders hiked at being called out and he sheepishly rubbed that back of his head. 

“Yep yep, of course!” He said placatingly to Riddle, then he looked back at the camera. “That’s all for now! Gotta get back to my card soldier duty or it's off with my head~! Be sure to check my feed later for pics! Bye Bye~” He said cheerfully, giving a playful wink before ending the stream. Then, he sat in his chair, a content smile on his face as he scrolled through his feed of comments.

There was a sigh from Riddle, it seemed like he wanted to comment more about Cater’s media addiction, but decided against it. Trey laughed at his sigh.

“Well, he’s nothing if not consistent!” Trey said in good nature, coming back with the last dessert from the kitchen and finally sitting down in his own chair. “Oh here, Yume, try some of this cake!” 

Yume perked up at their name being called. “Oh no, it’s okay I already have this tart.” They said politely waving him off. Trey raised a knowing eyebrow at them.

“But, you don’t like tarts, Yume.” He said coyly.

“Mh-!” Yume’s eyebrows raised in surprise, their brothers and friends looked at them curiously.  Trey continued before they could deny it.

“You always take a piece to be polite, but you never end up eating it. You usually end up giving it to Grim afterwards.” He said, adjusting his glasses, as if he was making the observation right now.

“Uh, well I-It’s not that it tastes bad I ju-” They stumbled to get the words out.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine I’m not mad or anything. We all have different tastes here!” He said, holding his hands up in a placating motion. Yume sighed, not mad, but a little embarrassed at being called out.

“Sorry, it's not your baking skills or anything Trey, I’m just a bit picky about food is all…” Yume trailed off.

“You guys should see the way he eats popcorn.” Yuuta chimed in.

“Yuuta!” Yume slapped his arm playfully.

“Oh, it must be really weird.” Ace staged whispered teasingly.

Yume groaned dramatically, laying their head on the table as their friends had a good natured laugh at their expense.

“Like I said, I’m not mad or anything. Actually, I’ve been taking it as a bit of a challenge, to bake something you like-without getting your input, that is. So I think you’ll really like this cake.” Trey said, cutting them a slice and sliding it over to them.

It was a 3 layered cake with a light colored frosting. There was a light drizzle of red syrup and an arrangement of strawberries at the top to imitate a rose in full bloom. It looked good enough, like all the flavors Yume usually liked to eat. They gave a tentative sniff and didn’t have a problem, so they picked up their fork. They were a little on edge, it felt as though everyone was watching them and waiting for their opinion as they popped the piece of cake into their mouth. “Mmh~!” They made a noise of satisfaction as the cake touched their tongue. The frosting was sweet, but not overpowering. Letting them taste the light fluffy cake and tart tanginess of the strawberries and syrup. They closed their eyes in delight, their cheeks flushing with happiness as they smiled. Because their eyes were closed they missed Trey’s goofy fist pump in success. 

A sudden click and flash, however, did make them open their eyes.

“Ah! Me-Me is so cute, that’s definitely getting a lot of likes!” Cater said, pulling his phone down to look at his picture. He received an elbow bump and a look from Yuuta. 

“A-ah-, that is as long as Me-Me is okay with me posting it.” He amended. Yume let out a breath. Guess that “mom” title really stuck. Yume thought , looking at their brother. “I’ll want to look over it first, but then I don’t really mind.” Yume said, taking another bite of the cake. It’s not like Cater hadn’t already posted pictures of them before, so it wasn’t a huge deal. They barely went on their MagicCam for anything, except to use the messaging system. They swallowed down the tasty piece happily rocking in their chair.

“Y’know it's actually pretty nice to have some cake the day before my birthday!” They said, offhandedly.

“What!?!” Both Ace and Deuce exclaimed.

“It’s your birthday soon?” Ace asked, almost a little annoyed to only be hearing about it now. He leaned in. “You're not trying to pull a ‘Yuuta’ are you?” He sneered. 

“Hey!” Yuuta said, giving him a look but couldn’t deny their past actions. At this Riddle was confused, clearly out of the loop, but before he could ask the conversation continued.

“No no, I wanna celebrate it just…maybe something small you know?” They said, fiddling with their cardigan sleeves. “I feel like it would be a lot considering Azul’s is right before mine. Two birthday’s back to back sounds exhausting, even if it's in different dorms. Yume sighed. “Ugh, why does his have to be the day before mine, couldn’t he have been born later or something.” Yu huffed in annoyance. 

Trey faltered and paused as he poured Riddle some tea. 

“Wait…what do you mean? Azul’s birthday was yesterday. ” Trey said, placing the teapot down.

“Huh, no no it's today, we didn’t wanna go to his dumb party that's why…” Yuuta trailed off as Trey’s face became more confused. “...It's the 24th today right…?!” Yuuta said, their confidence fading the more they spoke.

“Uh, nono “DoubleYu” today is…umm…w-well not I’m not so sure now ahaha...” Cater trailed off. “Elie, date and time.” Riddle commanded, waving a hand over at the taller Rabbit beastmen. Elie jumped, dropping the plate of cake and fork in his hand as he clumsily fumbled to get his pocket watch out.

“The date is February 25th, approximately to 11:13AM on the dot, Housewarden Sir!” Elie stated, his large ears standing up straight to match the rest of his posture when addressing his dorm leader.

“So that means…” Deuce began, a look of realization coming over his features.

“IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY!?!” Ace shouted, his voice echoing through the rose garden maze. As he did, time seemed to stop, all the Heartslabyul students' Unbirthday celebrations came to a halt at the words; they stared at their table.

“Oh naur...” Yuuhi grimaced, face palming his ears flattening against his head as he ducked in his seat. All the rest of the first year's shoulders hiked.

“GRIM, YOU LITTLE FLEA BAG, YOU TOLD ME TODAY WAS THE 24TH, I ASKED YOU THIS MORNING HOW COULD YOU GET IT WRONG!?” Yuuta growled, grabbing Grim by his scruff and lifting him off his chair stacked with pillows. “NYA! DON’T YELL AT ME, YOUR THE ONE WHO WOKE ME UP ALL EARLY ON A SATURDAY GETTING READY FOR WORK! I WAS HARDLY AWAKE, YOU CAN’T BLAME ME!?” He countered, swiping his paws at Yuuta.

“It’s your birthday today?” Riddle’s eerily calm voice cut through the chaos, a dead silence came over the garden. Out of the corner of their eye they saw Elie and Cater take a practiced step back.

Yume swallowed, a nervous grin appearing on their face.

“Um….well…yeah…seems like it…ahaha…” Yu said, an anxious giggle escaping them, though some part of them did think it was a little funny. Not that they would ever admit that outloud. Riddle took a deep breath, holding his hand in a prayer like position to his lip. Then he took another deep breath, then another. All the while his brows twitched in and out of a furrow, his face getting steadily redder. It was almost cartoonish, Yume would have laughed if they didn’t know better.

“Oh shit, now you’ve done it-! How could you forget your own birthday!?” Ace said snidely. “I don’t know-I mean- it just happened-!” They shrugged in exasperation. “Everythings just been crazy lately, AS USUAL!” Yume retorted.

Ace looked back at Riddle, his voice shifted to a charismatic calm. “Ahaha, listen Housewarden, it was just a misunderstanding, I didn’t know when I invited them hehe…” Ace said, holding his hands up in a calming gesture.

“T-that’s right, just a misunderstanding!” Deuce said, holding up his arms as if an actual explosion was about to take place. Yuuta gave Yume an uncomfortable look, a silent conversation taking place between them as they soaked up all the anxiety in the air.

“Hey, Riddle, it's okay, we'll figure this out.” Trey said, placing a hand on Riddle’s shoulder.

Riddle's eyes twitched before taking one more deep calming breath. He closed his eyes, his face losing its color and shoulders suddenly relaxing. He folded his hands in front of himself on the table calmly and smiled at Yume. 

“It's alright Yume, you couldn’t have known what a big deal this is; as you do not follow the Queen of Hearts rules to the same degree that I do. It was an honest mistake.” He said calmly; a passive look of acceptance on his face.

“Oookaaay…” Yume said, somehow his calm response only freaked them out more.

“But, the rest of you DO know what a big deal this is, correct?” Riddle said with a smile, his eyes narrowing at his fellow dorm members. There were a few sheepish mutters of agreement throughout the crowd. Riddle nodded. 

“Well in that case, this entire eVENT IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!” Riddle yelled, his tone changing to a harsh shrill tone and his expression morphing into one of complete rage. The Heartslabyul students yelped and began scrambling; following through with the orders that Riddle was now barking at them

Yume and his brothers sat dumbfounded, watching the orderly chaos unfold.

“I WANT THE TABLES REARRANGED, YESTERDAY! CATER, IF YOU CAN’T REMOVE ALL THE BOYSENBERRIES FROM THE DISHES BY HAND; JUST THROW THEM OUT! THEY ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE AT A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!” Riddle screamed, barely stopping to take a breath as he marched around waving his scepter and giving commands. 

“TREY GET THE BIRTHDAY FLAMINGO N O W!” Riddle demanded. Trey gave a practiced salute before running off towards the animal cages. 

“AND WHAT IS THIS, WHAT IS THIS TABLE MADE OUT OF, OAK?!” Riddle asked, tapping his finger in irritation on the table.

“Actually I think it's Walnut.” Yuuhi sheepishly piped up, raising a hand as if he was in a classroom, Yuuta without looking at him grabbed his hand and lowered it. 

“UNACCEPTABLE!” Riddle said, lifting his leg and bringing his heel down hard on the center of the table. Yume chose to believe that there was magic involved because they wouldn’t know how to deal with the fact that Riddle could break a table in half through sheer rage alone. As pieces of furniture crumpled to the ground Yume and his brothers stood up and took a step back. And Grim yelped and jumped into Yume’s arms.

“ACE, DEUCE!” Riddle called for them. And they popped up out of the crowd standing in attention. “START THROWING AWAY ALL THE WOODEN STOOLS! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE THE GREAT SEVEN ON ICE, IN ONE MINUTE!” He yelled, throwing one of the stools over the hedge of the Garden.

“YOU THERE-!” He said, pointing his scepter at a random student, who yelped in fear. “START PREPARING THE THRONE! WE HAVE SPAT IN THE FACE OF OUR GUEST OF HONOR BY LETTING THEM SIT ON THIS BIRCH ATROCITY.” He said, tossing another stood to the side.

“GET THE MAHOGANY THRONE FROM THE FOYER NOW, NOW PEOPLE!” He said, clapping his hands for emphasis. ”ELIE I NEED THOSE PILLOWS LOOKING PLUMPED! I MEAN FLUFFED!” He said to the rabbit beastman, who look close to a mental breakdown as he stuffed a pillow cushion full of feathers that flew everywhere.

“What the fuck is happening, I just wanted some tarts!” Grim whined, leaning into Yume’s hold. Yume gave him a little pat on the back. 

“Should we just…leave?” Yuuta whispered to Yume. To which they shrugged unsure; this wasn’t how they expected brunch to go...

“Maybe we should ju- '' Before Yuuta could finish that sentence they were snatched away by Trey.

“Quick Yuuta, I need your help!” Was the only words spoken before Yuuta was yoinked into the crowd.

“Hey, wait wh-” 

“And SOMEONE GET YUME PROPERLY DRESSED!!!” Riddle’s voice stopped Yume’s words in their throat.

“Huh?!?” They said looking at Riddle. They looked down at their outfit, then to Yuuhi, then back down. “Awh, oh mann, what’s wrong with my clothes?” They whined, feeling self conscious.

“We can’t! We have to start cooking their favorite food!” Someone yelled. 

“UGH-! Riddle groaned, "I have to do EVERYTHING AROUND HERE!” He said, pointing his wand directly at Yume.

“RIDDLE, WAIT!” Yume yelped before a flash of magic enveloped them.

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Twenty minutes later it was a much more peaceful scene. Somehow, in the short amount of time the Heartslabyul students had managed to rearrange the entire garden area from an Unbirthday party to an official Queen of Hearts Birthday celebration. 

Yume now sat at the main table, in their new spiffy fresh birthday boy outfit; though their hair was a little tousled from Riddle's magic. Around the table were dishes of their favorite foods and a brand new birthday cake baked by Trey and Yuuta. All around them dorm students were finally settling down into their seats, exhausted from scrambling to fix the celebration. Next to them Riddle carefully adjusted their sash, making sure it laid correctly.

“...I…am so…fucking sorry you guys.” Yume deadpanned to their friends. Riddle looked up from his task as if to say something; but stopped short as if catching himself.

“You should be!” Ace said, dramatically slapping his hand on the table. “How could you forget your own birthday!?” He asked again, in genuine disbelief.

“It is kinda hard to believe…” Deuce agreed. Yume sighed, wanting to sink down in their chair, but opting not to so they wouldn’t mess with Riddle’s current task of fixing their outfit

“I mean- I don’t know. I guess…Well…” They looked down avoiding all the questioning eyes. 

“Things have just been so…hectic lately. I guess it just slipped my mind and I got the dates mixed up. Besides; I didn’t want to make that big of a deal out of it.” They sighed again. “Guess that ship has fucking sailed.” They said, then immediately covered their mouth realizing they cursed in front of Riddle. Yume didn’t really care, but he had asked them nicely beforehand not to swear at the dorm. Riddle gave them a look. 

“Worry not, the Queen’s rules state that “on one's birthday they can speak their mind freely, without criticism from anyone”. So you can curse as much as you like…today.” He explained, adding on the warning at the end as he finished adjusting their bolo tie and sat down in his seat.

“Oh…cool.” Yume said smiling, then subtly loosened the tie that was too tight.

“Still why didn’t you tell us? Between me and Ace one of us could have probably remembered…” Deuce said with a slight pout. Yume pursued their lips, sensing that they may have hurt his feelings a bit.

“ It just…it seems silly to keep reminding people, I didn’t wanna be that guy you know? There are other things we have to worry about….Plus! I thought the school made announcements or something? 

“Only on school days.” Trey said.

“See!!! It snuck up on me too!” Yume said, gesturing to his words.

“Well, I kind of understand what you mean, sometimes when you're trying hard to just keep everything afloat, things like this get put on the backburner.” He said, adjusting his hat.

“Ahh! But that’s so sadface; you were just gonna have a late watered down celebration for yourself! That’s so tragic, Me-me. This kind of thing is totes important!”

“And we ended up making a big fuss of it anyway…” Deuce sighed, leaning his head in exhaustion on Yuuta’s shoulder. 

“We should have kept better track of it, I knew it was coming up soon and I still…” Yuuta sighed, palming his face. Besides him Grim and Yuuhi’s ears fell on their heads.

“Geez you didn’t even think about the trouble you caused for others, keeping it to yourself… next time you could at least tell your friends.” He said a little harshly, a bit of hurt seeping through.

Each of their friends' words added another layer of guilt to their shoulders, even though they know they didn’t mean it in a genuinely mean way, it still made Yume’s chest ache.

“Ah… I’m…sorry…” They said, holding back the tears, and trying to keep their lips from wobbling. They didn’t want to cry, their friends were right and they knew all this came from a good place, but…

They swallowed hard, drooping a little in their seats.

“Enough!” Riddle's voice and hand being placed on their shoulder, started Yume out of their mini pity party. “Berating our guest of honor on their birthday is unbecoming for any student of Heartslabyul, I won’t tolerate it any more.” He said firmly, giving Yume a little pat on the shoulder. 

“Also-” Riddle’s  eyes narrowed. “Rule: #503: Any one who makes someone frown on their birthday must do a handstand while singing the alphabet backwards, until they laugh! So-” He pointed his scepter boldly across the table. 

“Ace.”   

Ace’s shoulder hiked as he squealed in indignance, around him everyone took a step away from him.

“-start singing!” Riddle demanded.

“WHAT?! Wh- why me- oh my I can’t even-!” He tried to stutter out an excuse, but the glare he received stopped him in his tracks.

“UGGHHH-! I can’t believe this bullsh…” He muttered to himself before beginning his first attempts at a handstand. Riddle cleared this throat, turning back to address Yume.

“Even so, I agree. We could have prepared a much better celebration had we known in advance… but regardless we can’t change what we did in the past, all we can do now is do better from here on. Isn’t that right?” He said.

Yume smiled, recognizing the meaningful echo of something Yume and his brothers had told Riddle before. 

“Right!” They nodded, and saw their friends and brothers grin in agreement.

“Good!” Riddle smiled and nodded back. “Happy birthday Yume!...Now let me take this time to recite the customary birthday poem!” He said, pulling out a fully typed page of custom stationary from seemingly nowhere.

“The, WHAT!?” Yume laughed, in disbelief at the absurdity of their friends' actions.

“Ah, that laugh counts right-?” Ace’s exasperated voice, could barely be heard the above rest of the birthday merriment in the Heartlabyul gardens.

-

“Uhmm Riddle…are you sure the animals are okay?” Yume asked, watching the strange croquet game being played from their throne seat next to Riddle’s. Apparently it was some tradition, the birthday guest always sat at the side of the “Queen” during the first half of the croquet game before joining in the second half.

“I assure you it's fine. It's standard to play with flamingos and hedgehogs. Though I did see someone try with a crane once when I was younger…” He recalled curiously, holding a finger to his chin. 

“In some parts of the Queendom of Rose’s, flamingos are bred specifically for the game.” He went on. “Actually, it's less about the skill of the player and more so on the relationship you have with your animals.” He explained, as they watched Yuuta jut his butt out at a funny angle to line up his shot. They swung hard, but at the last second his flamingo raised its head, making him completely whiff his shot; earning a big laugh from Ace and Grim at their expense.

“Okayyy, if you say so…!” Yume grinned, holding in a laugh at the absurdity of it all. The two of them watched in comfortable silence for a little longer before Riddle broke it.

“...Yume…?” He asked, quietly, pulling their attention away from the clownish spectacle.

“Hm?” 

“...How did you forget your own birthday? I mean, as scatterbrained as you can be at times-”

“Gee thanks.” They deadpanned.

“-You’re not the type to forget important dates. ” He said seriously, ignoring their snark. Yume let out a breath through their nose.

“I mean…I didn’t really…forget I just… got them mixed up...” Yume muttered, offhandedly fidgeting with their birthday boy ribbon. 

“In this case it's still one in the same, you would have missed your birthday if you hadn’t been reminded, it's almost like-” Riddle paused, and his eyes widened as if he just realized something.

“...You didn’t forget an important date…because this isn’t an important date to you… is it?” He asked carefully.

Yume turned away, avoiding his eyes, giving a non committal shrug. At this Riddle frowned.

“Yume-” Before he could start Yume sighed and interrupted him.

“That’s not it Riddle it's not that- it's not that it's not important it's just that-well…''The fumbled to find the right way to say it. “...Everything else is MORE important…y’know?” Yume gestured to him as if what they were saying was common knowledge.

Riddle did not seem to agree given the way he crossed his arms.

“Explain.” He demanded. Yume sighed again, rolling their eyes a bit.

“I mean, after everything we’ve been through.” They began listing things off on their fingers. “Getting dragged to his world, losing our memories, finding out magic is real, becoming students, the overblots, winter break and the whole gas leak.” They listed off things off the top of their head, though they knew there was much more.

 “It just…I don’t know, it seems like a waste of time to celebrate something as trivial as my birthday, I mean this is nice and all ,but I could be spending this time doing something ACTUALLY important! Like trying to find a way to get my brothers home!” They said, gripping the front of their pants in a balled fist.

“The headmage is responsible for that.” Riddle said, matter of factly.

“And I’m just supposed to take his word for it?!” They raised their voice, getting a little heated.

 Riddle leaned back, not expecting to be suddenly yelled at.

 Yume pursed their lips, not meaning to snap at their friend like that. They peeked over, seeing that the others didn’t notice their outburst.

“I just…” They began in a much quieter tone. “Ever since I got here…it feels like…time is running out Riddle.”

“...Here?” He questioned giving them a confused look.

“Here, Twisted Wonderland or Night Raven college or maybe…this world? I-I don’t know I…” Yume struggled to put it into words. They paused, closing their eyes and collecting their thoughts.

“Sometimes…” Yume bit their lip, taking a breath before continuing “...Sometimes, I think, the only time worth spending, is spent helping others…and that I’m just wasting it being self indulgent…doing things that won’t really matter in the long run…” They murmured, slipping a hand in their jacket pocket to touch the charm attached to their phone...

At the words Riddle’s whole demeanor changed, a look of familiarity shone in his eyes. He adjusted himself in his seat, needlessly fixing his already perfect uniform before folding his hands in his lap. His brows furrow uncomfortably and he took a moment before speaking. 

“I used to think similarly…” He whispered, as if admitting a secret. Yume turned to look at him in surprise, silently urging him to continue

.

“I used to think that time was a thief; a very sneaky one…At first I didn’t even realize it, how all day and everyday it stole my life away, as I worked and worked; preparing for a future that was already planned out down to the second; tick by tick taking everything I cared about from right under my nose…” Riddle said as he stared off into the distance; as if seeing something Yume couldn’t. 

“Then I met Trey and Chen’ya and-” He stopped, seeming to get a little choked up at the nostalgia and memories.He flinched slightly when Yume placed a gentle hand on his wrist for comfort. He gave them a grateful look and took a moment to collect himself. “They made me realize…that everyday is a gift, every minute and every second.” He said resolutely then looking at Yume. 

“So, you're not wasting your time Yume, you can’t waste a gift.” He said, shaking his head in full denial of that idea. Then he put a hand on Yume’s shoulder.

“Every second you spend with the people you care about, every minute you share in their company; making new memories or learning something new. And, even the time you spend in a peaceful solitude. That’s you! Enjoying your gift and…there's no shame in that!” He said, shaking their shoulders a bit for emphasis. He looked away. “I understand that now…” He said with solemn sincerity. 

Yume stared surprised for a moment, taking in their friend's poetic words.Their brow creased up and they gave a bittersweet smile to their friend; feeling a sudden strong kinship. Yume threw their arms around Riddle's shoulder in appreciation. Riddle didn’t seem to expect it; or maybe he just wasn’t used to such casual affection? Regardless, he relaxed a few moments later, enjoying the half hug. After a few comforting moments Riddle spoke again.

“…I…want to give you something…” He said, hesitantly, removing himself from the hold. 

Yume tilted their head, waiting curiously as he reached into his uniform pocket. 

“Consider it a birthday gift.” He said, nodding, as he pulled something out and placed it in Yume’s palm.

Yume looked down to see a pocket watch. The bronze material made it a comfortable weight in their hand. It looked antique, but well taken care of. The metal didn’t have a scratch on it and shined beautifully in the natural garden light. The centerpiece, however, was the elaborate rose design; etched into the bezel. Simple but elegant filigree surrounded the design, a few spaces artistically hollowed so you could see through to the clock.

Yume tilted the watch in their hand, taking in every detail and enjoying the feel of the smooth chain as it glided across their palm.

“Oh, it's so pretty…!” They smiled, cradling the gift gently. Riddle nodded, agreeing with them.

“This is the stopwatch my mother gave me, to keep track of my lessons, my meals…everything, that is when she didn’t do it herself…” He said sentimentally. Yume gasped, their brows pinching up.

“O-oh, Riddle, y-you don’t have to give to me, it's too important-!” They urged, trying to quickly but carefully, place it back in his hands. “You should keep it in the family or-” They stopped short as Riddle firmly pushed it back into their palm.

“No…I want you to have it, really I do.” He said resolutely, using his hand to wrap Yume’s fingers around it. Making sure they had a good hold of it before pulling away.

“...Are you sure?” Yume asked. This felt like something too…personal to just hand over.

“I’m sure, besides it's broken.” He said.

“Huh?” Yume held it close to their ear, only realizing now that the clock was not ticking. “Oh…”

“It broke after my…overblot.” He said. His jaw clenched as he gritted out the word, as if it took physical effort. The shame was still evident on his face; but he still held his head high, as if he refused to hide from the reality of the situation. 

Yume swallowed, realizing that this gift was more important than they previously thought. 

“Riddle…” They gave him a worried look, and this time fully grabbed their friend's hand. They weren’t sure if it was for their own comfort or his. Riddle gave them a strained smile, trying to put on a brave face it seemed.

“I got the glass fixed afterwards, but I couldn’t bring myself to get the mechanism fixed.” He sighed. “After years of hearing its incessant tick tock.” Riddle huffed, before ever so slightly slouching in his throne. For just a second, he looked like any fed up normal teenager.

“I kept it, all this time, as a reminder of sorts…and now I’m giving it to you.” He said, sitting up in his chair and facing them, an adamant look burning in his eyes.

“Spend your time here wisely…don’t look back and regret it…okay?” He said, giving their hand a squeeze. It almost seemed like he was pleading with Yume.  Sincerely advising his friend on a mistake he had long already made.

Yume suddenly felt choked up, the turbulent events of the past few months with their friends and loved ones replaying rapidly in their head. All the emotions bubbling up at once. Their lips wobbled, there was so much left to do and so much more to experience. They couldn’t do it all, they couldn’t. They didn’t have the time. So then…! “How do I know?!” They asked, desperate for answers. “How do I know what I should do….?” They trailed off, suddenly very fearful of regrets yet to come. He reached up, trying to wipe a stray tear that fell. But Riddle beat them to it, dabbing it away with his handkerchief.

“You’ll know…” He said simply, putting the handkerchief back in his pocket. “In fact…I think you already do…” Riddle said confidently.

“Hm?” Yume made an unsure noise.

“Right now, more than anything, what do you want?” He asked.

Yume took a second to clear their thoughts. What they wanted…? Well, They…wanted to stop crying, it was embarrassing. They wanted to appreciate all their friends' hard work at throwing a birthday party for them. They wanted to have fun and open presents and eat cake and take pictures. So that they wouldn’t forget, so that in the future they could be happy... But couldn’t they have that now…

That’s right more than anything they just…

“I just…want to be happy.” Yume admitted, their shoulders hiking up at how childish it sounded. “A-and I want it now, I…” They swallowed hard, not sure why it was so hard to say these words. “I don’t want to wait for it! I want to be happy now and enjoy things in the present! I don’t wanna look back and wish I’d done it differently! I don’t…I don’t want to waste any time!” They said, feeling a surge of confidence at the words. They took a deep breath, feeling like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. They peeked up at Riddle to see him beaming at them.

“Well said!” He agreed, squeezing their hand once more before standing up. “Then you must start immediately! Right now, this second! By enjoying today!” He said, the regality returning to his tone, but the kindness remaining as well.

Yume grinned, tucking the watch carefully into their pocket before standing to their feet as well. 

“Right!” They cheered, suddenly feeling energized.

“Heeeyyy guys!” Cater’s upbeat voice echoed across the field. 

Riddle and Yume looked over to see him waving for their attention.

“The first half's over! Time for the birthday boy to play!” He said, giving a wink and peace sign.

“We got your special flamingo right here!” Deuce said, holding the extravagantly dressed bird excitedly over his head. Next to him Yuuhi held up a cute hedgehog in a bowtie!

 Yume laughed carefreely, feeling the full mirth of the party for the first time. 

“Alright! Get ready because I’m going to win!” Yume grinned, jumping in place, before bounding over to their friends. Riddle following close behind.

-

Bonus scene:

“Riddle, is this super necessary…?” Yuuta started to ask, as they watched Riddle hold a pretty impressive handstand as he expertly recited the alphabet backwards!

“Yes IT IS! He made me do it for 10 minutes before Yume laughed. Ah-! Yume, I can see it on your face, don’t you dare- it hasn’t even been thirty seconds-!”

“I’m sorry, I pff- I just remembered how constipated you looked- *snort* -AHHAHA!” Yume couldn’t contain it, bursting out in laughter at the memory. As they laugh, Riddle gives a smug grin. Carefully, maneuvering out of the handstand.

“See, Ace! With practice and discipline ,you can easily follow all of the Queen's rules. Let this be a lesson to you!” Riddle said, allowing Trey to slip back on his cloak.

“Right, sure, whatever…shouldn’t we get back to the game now…!” 

-END-

#don't know how to format on tumblr so i used buns birthday story as a ref #Yume Ume #mywriting #twst fanfic #twst oc #twst mc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #yuuta is yume's brother! #Yuuuhi is also yume's brother! #This is post the dorm sorting stuff but I don't expect people to be caught up on that fic #not necessary to read The boy without a fairy for this. #yuuta x deuce shippers come get your crumbs #all relationships with yume are platonic

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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 10

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 10

Word count: 4,023

**There are some suggestive themes in this chapter**

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“Wait! I just need to take one more photo of these ones,” Francis called out as he leaned over pink flowers at the botanical garden, trying to get the best angle he could. Arthur was slowly, but surely, walking away from him.

Francis had insisted on buying a disposable camera at one of the souvenir shops (even though he obviously already had a camera on his phone) because it would be aesthetically pleasing to develop the photos and put them in a physical album. Arthur argued that it was a waste of money because he already had a camera on his phone, but that didn’t stop the Frenchman. His mind was set.

“You’re so slow– I’m heading to the next area without you if you don’t hurry up!” Arthur called out, although it really wasn’t much of a threat anymore, seeing as he essentially already did go to the next section of flowers without the Frenchman. Francis was going to ignore the other man until he glanced over and realized how far away he was, irritation becoming apparent on his face.

“Hey! I told you to wait!” Francis yelled back, his eyes narrow as he took one more photo and then ran over to the Englishman.

“I didn’t realize you were my parent,” Arthur muttered sarcastically, his gaze averted away from Francis as he snapped some photos of the next area of flowers with his phone camera.

“I’m not– I’m your husband,” Francis teased, a smirk forming on his face as he watched Arthur tense up and glance around to see if anyone heard him say that.

“That’s even worse! Stop it!” Arthur yelled in a hushed tone.

“You’ll appreciate the effort I put into these photos when you see them developed later. Hey, I might even let you make your own copies of them,” Francis said, completely changing the topic as though he hadn’t even heard the other man.

“No, thanks,” Arthur scoffed. “I’ll be posting my photos and sending them to my friends today– maybe even right now– because I don’t have to go somewhere and wait for them to be developed.” “You know, you’re so much more tolerable when you’re drunk…or sick,” Francis muttered, trying to take his next set of photos faster.

“Well, if I get poisoned, I’ll know who did it,” Arthur replied, but he let out a small laugh, which made Francis smile, too.

The two of them continued to make their way through the garden, making sure to take photos of, and with, the Coco de Mer plants, which Francis couldn’t help but make dirty remarks about. Then, they proceeded on to the Thai Garden and the Chinese Garden, where they listened to a park employee explain the history behind them.

After the interesting, but very detailed, history lesson, the two of them were hungry so they stopped at a restaurant called Wildflour Cafe, which was located in the botanical garden. Arthur ordered tea and Francis ordered coffee, both of which tasted exceptional. For the food, they split a savory avocado bun, which was essentially thick, toasted bread with avocado spread and tomatoes topped with basil. They split it because they also each ordered a piece of homemade ginger and lime drizzle cake, which was also, of course, delicious.

Just when Arthur thought that they were done and went to ask for the check, Francis went ahead and ordered wine… even though it was lunch time.

“What are you doing– drinking at this time?” Arthur leaned in and whispered, which caused the waitress to stop and wait to see if the Frenchman would still want it.

“We’re on vacation– normal etiquette doesn’t apply! I want to try their wine,” Francis replied defensively, making Arthur let out a heavy sigh.

“Whatever– I guess I’ll try some, too, then,” Arthur said, making the waitress smile and nod before she walked away to go get their drinks.

“That’s the spirit,” Francis mused.

“Yeah, yeah. Admittedly, I find things more tolerable when I’m drunk, too,” Arthur said with a laugh.

“Like I said, we’re on vacation. Would we really be enjoying it if we didn’t get at least a little bit wasted?” Francis replied, sounding like he was a college frat boy who couldn’t contain himself. Well, at least the Frenchman knew how to have a good time– Arthur would give him that.

The waitress brought them their wine and then Francis held the glass up expectantly, waiting for Arthur to lift his glass up, too.

“To us,” Francis said, locking eyes with Arthur as he gently clinked their glasses together.

Arthur wanted to scold Francis, to tell him to stop joking around about their supposed marriage, but… he looked so serious when he said it. It sort of freaked the Englishman out, so he took it as a cue to drink faster. At least he wouldn’t have to think about it too much if he got drunk. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember something as small as the way Francis looked at him then.

“My family’s wine is better, of course, but it’s not bad,” Francis said, swirling the wine around in his glass.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you the difference,” Arthur replied, making Francis scoff. He wasn’t sure if the Englishman was just trying to push his buttons or if he really meant it.

After they finished up at the restaurant, they returned to the botanical gardens to do one last walkthrough to see if there was anything they had missed the first time. It seemed a lot more laid back and enjoyable when they were a little bit tipsy. Francis wasn’t being uptight about getting the right camera angles anymore, and Arthur stopped complaining about the fact that the Frenchman wasted his money on a useless camera. 

This time they were taking completely random photos together. Some of them were rather silly. Most of them were photos of times when they tried to make serious faces or pose elegantly, but they just ended up bursting out into uncontrollable laughter instead.

The two of them stumbled around the gardens for who knows how long until they started to walk back in the direction of their hotel. They continued taking photos and walking into souvenir shops, buying things that they definitely didn’t need, like big sun hats and flashy glasses. At one point, Arthur even started doing impressions of American presidents, which was when they realized that maybe they were a little too drunk. 

Although… if they could notice something like that, then they probably weren’t too drunk at all. That was Francis’s reasoning at least when they finally returned to the hotel and went straight for the bar in the lobby. That was starting to become a regular thing for the Frenchman– getting wasted in hotel bars.

Still wearing their huge sun hats and sunglasses, they drank for hours until they genuinely started to feel sick. Arthur threw up all over the chair beside him, which Francis made sure to get a picture of on his disposable camera. He was grateful when Arthur didn’t treat him the same way though when he started to puke next. The mess they made wasn’t enough to embarrass them because they were too drunk to really comprehend what embarrassment even was, but it was enough to make the bartender kick them out.

They should have been embarrassed. At least a little bit, right? But instead they were laughing about it in the lobby.

The truly embarrassing part was probably when they both decided that they wanted to take the stairs, but couldn’t make it up more than three steps without falling over. It went on like that for a few minutes before one of the hotel employees politely suggested that they use the elevator.

On the elevator, they continued to mess around and laugh at things that they usually wouldn’t find funny. Francis pressed all of the buttons on the elevator, making it hit every floor on the way up to theirs. Arthur closed the door immediately each time they reached a floor, making it difficult for others to even get on the elevator while they were on it. It was surprising that they could even remember which floor their rooms were on, but somehow they made it to the correct floor…

Upon stopping outside their doors, Arthur leaned against the wall in the hallway, watching as Francis pathetically tried to get the key in the door to his room. He started to laugh at the Frenchman, which caused Francis to turn around with a frustrated expression on his face.

“Why don’t you try to open your own door instead of watching me?” Francis slurred, his whole world spinning when he turned around to lock eyes with the equally drunk Englishman across from him.

“It looks too difficult– I’ll just sleep here,” Arthur said in a matter of fact tone as he slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground.

Francis huffed and turned around to continue messing with the key. Then he realized he had been trying to use the wrong key and laughed at himself for a second before he put the correct key in and unlocked the door.

The Frenchman turned around again and saw the Englishman almost passed out in the hallway. Francis was drunk, too, but he could at least still recognize that sleeping in a hallway was wrong.

“Come on,” Francis mumbled, trying to lean over and grab Arthur’s arm without falling over himself.

“Where are we going?” Arthur slurred, his eyes still somehow closed as Francis tugged him into a standing position.

“You can sleep with me,” Francis replied, trying his best to focus for just a few more seconds so he could get the other man in the room and pass out in peace. Arthur wasn’t making it easy for the Frenchman though, as he kept fully collapsing into him. He almost knocked him over each time.

Eventually, the two of them got in the room, slamming the door on accident. At least the slam was loud enough for them to hear it and know that it shut for sure.

It would’ve been pitch black in Francis’s room, but he had accidentally forgotten to turn off the small lamp in the kitchenette, so the room was dimly lit. Unlike Arthur, Francis hadn’t made a mess by tossing clothes everywhere, so his room was well organized… before the two of them threw their sun hats, sunglasses, and all the other random souvenirs they had picked up along the way on the floor.

For a few minutes, the two of them didn’t really say anything. They both felt like everything was moving and every sound echoed, so Francis sat on the edge of the bed with a hand on his head and Arthur fumbled around in one of the cabinets trying to find a cup so he could get some water before bed.

It went on like that for a while, the sound of Arthur moving dishes around filling the room. Eventually, he found a cup, messily poured it with water, which got all over his hands, and then made his way over to the bed. Unfortunately though, as Arthur was walking over to the bed, just as he had almost made it there, he tripped on the unorganized pile of souvenirs and fell on top of Francis, spilling the glass of water on the other man.

“Merde! Arthur, what is that?” Francis slurred, not realizing that it was only water because he was too drunk and confused to have been paying attention to what Arthur was doing before he came over to the bed.

“Ouch, sorry,” Arthur mumbled, accidentally letting go of the glass completely as he tried to push himself off of the other man. Fortunately, when the glass hit the floor, it didn’t shatter.

As Arthur tried to use his hands to push him off of Francis, he accidentally placed his hand somewhere he shouldn’t have, causing the Frenchman to let out a groan. Arthur didn’t really realize what he had done, and then he made the situation even worse by reaching for a nearby folded blanket and attempting to sop up the water he had poured on the other man. Most of the water had spilled on his pants…

“Arthur, wait, I can–” Francis attempted to stop the other man, his cheeks flushed as the Englishman repeatedly wiped his lower half with the blanket. Right as Francis reached his arm out and grabbed Arthur’s wrist to stop him, the Englishman made contact with a certain area again and made him moan, this time much louder than before.

Although Arthur really couldn’t think too clearly, his body seemed to be thinking for him because his shorts suddenly started to feel tight and restricting after he heard the noise the other man made.

The two of them sat there frozen for a second before Francis said that he was going to take his shorts off because they were wet, but Arthur didn’t get off of him like he thought he would. No, instead he helped him take off his shorts, to which the Frenchman helped the Englishman take off his shorts, too.

It all happened so fast, as though in a matter of seconds the two of them had succumbed to some sort of primal urges and… became one.

They both weren’t thinking, their brains too distorted by alcohol to really understand what they were doing. They were only trying to get rid of the uncomfortable throbbing down below, so they didn’t even consider using lube or anything else that could have made the process a little less… regrettable the next day.

The sun coming up in the morning wasn’t enough to wake either of them up. They were both utterly exhausted from, well, a series of unfortunate events that led them to the situation they were currently in. It was only when an unassuming hotel employee entered the room to clean it that they realized how late it was.

The sound of the door opening was enough to frighten and startle them both. They glanced over at the woman who was staring at them wide eyed as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here! I’ll excuse myself,” The woman said, covering her eyes as she fled the room, clearly embarrassed.

Francis wasn’t too concerned after he saw that it was just a housekeeper who had embarrassed herself  by accidentally entering the room. He was genuinely oblivious to the whole situation due to the pounding headache from his hangover. So he carelessly drifted back asleep, figuring it was just because he had a tendency to sleep naked.

Arthur was going to fall back asleep since his head was killing him, too. He couldn’t quite remember the previous night, well, at all… but he just assumed that he had a hangover. It wasn’t like it was that bizarre of an occurrence for him. However, at first he did think it was strange that someone… Francis… was lying on top of him, but upon further thought that wasn’t really that strange either.

Something seemed off though, so Arthur shifted some as he tried to consider what it might be, his head hurting even worse the more he thought. What was truly bizarre was the way his ass stung when he shifted only slightly. No, actually, his ass… was terribly sore. He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted again, glancing down to get a better look at the man who was lying on top of him. The Frenchman had promised to wear pajamas if he was going to sleep in the same bed as him before, and yet… he was naked! Putting all of the pieces together, Arthur’s cheeks flushed and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Instead of waking him up gently, Arthur woke the Frenchman up with a rough shove. Usually the two of them could get away with shoving one another rather playfully and it meant nothing, but this time it actually physically hurt and startled the other man.

“Ow! What’s your problem?!” Francis yelled, falling over on the other side of the bed and grabbing his shoulder where he had been shoved. It was honestly such a hard shove that he would probably be bruised later.

Francis had been startled by being woken up so aggressively, but once his initial shock wore off, he realized what sort of situation they were in. Normally, he would have blushed and maybe even said something smug about the whole thing, but instead he felt sick to his stomach. It was just like the wedding, wasn’t it? Something that was meant to be romantic and meaningful had been screwed up, and even worse, he could tell Arthur wouldn’t ever forgive him for it. He was going to truly hate him.

“What’s my problem?! You’re the pervert who put me in this situation! I should’ve known you would do something like this!” Arthur yelled, getting off the bed and pulling his underwear on. His ass hurt so bad, but he was mad enough that he could look past that for the time being.

“Arthur– you have the wrong idea! My head is killing me! I was drunk last night, too! I can’t remember anything!” Francis yelled back defensively as he stood up and walked over to Arthur who was getting dressed so quickly it looked like he was running away from a murderer or a monster. Maybe that was what Francis was to him now– a monster.

“Get away from me, you liar!” Arthur yelled, almost tripping himself on his pants that were halfway on so he could put more space between himself and the Frenchman. “You’re always like this– sleeping around with anyone you can get your hands on! Didn’t it ever occur to you that other people have feelings, too, and not everyone is comfortable with how close you get to them?” Arthur continued, no longer yelling as he became more level headed, his words clearly striking to kill.

And it was working, too. Francis was too shocked to speak. That was really what Arthur thought of him? Well, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t alluded to it before during their fight when they kissed, when Arthur said that Francis would take anyone. He truly thought that Francis was a pig, a nuisance that was in his way.

“I knew something was up when you said that you wanted to sleep in bed with me because you were too cold. You’re disgusting,” Arthur continued to insult the Frenchman, pointing his finger at him accusatively.

At the beginning of their argument, Francis had wanted to defend himself, to explain that he didn’t realize what happened until morning either, that he never intended on hurting the other man, but… he felt so low he felt numb. He could only take so many insults.

When Arthur didn’t get a response, he simply said, “Stay away from me,” and left the Frenchman’s room.

That was the last time the two of them spoke before they got on the plane to return to England. Francis was still hurt by Arthur’s insults, but he had wrongfully assumed that the Englishman would be willing to make small talk with him on the plane.

“I went to develop the photos yesterday. I think the–” Francis was cut off when Arthur abruptly stood up from his seat and walked over to the nearest flight attendant, asking if there was anyone in economy who would want to switch seats with him. He explained that he didn’t care if the seats were more cramped, he just absolutely didn’t want to sit in his original seat.

With that, Arthur disappeared to the back of the plane, not even glancing at the Frenchman as he walked past him.

The two of them had fought several times. It was sort of their thing. But, it was usually a more playful, competitive kind of fight. Neither one of them had ever given the other the silent treatment for any longer than a few minutes. This time, they hadn’t spoken in days.

It was a painfully long thirteen hour flight. The whole time Francis was plagued with the thought that things would never be normal again, or well, at least as normal as they were. Arthur, on the other hand, spent the whole flight thinking about how Francis had gotten him drunk on purpose and taken advantage of him. He was contemplating every oddly intimate gesture and glance that the Frenchman made towards him and how he must’ve had a perverted ulterior motive. They were both miserable.

When the plane landed, Francis got off first because he was closer to the front. He waited for Arthur, hoping he would at least acknowledge that they arrived at the airport in the same car together, but when he greeted him, he was still walked past and ignored.

“Arthur, you’re acting like such a child,” Francis lashed out when the other man walked past him without a single word or glance.

“Maybe if you weren’t a disgusting manipulative liar, I would acknowledge you,” Arthur replied, stopping, but not turning around to look at the other man. He really knew how to hurt the other man with his words.

“You’re just as much at fault for what happened as I am!” Francis said, raising his voice as he stomped over to walk in front of the other man and force him to look him in the eyes. “We were both drunk! I can’t remember anything other than the next morning either!”

For the first time in days, Arthur reluctantly made eye contact with Francis. His gaze alone was enough to hurt Francis. It was so cold.

“You know what? Let’s say that’s true– that you really were drunk and you can’t remember anything. There’s still something worth noting– you aren’t disgusted by what happened, and I am,” Arthur said coldly, pushing past the Frenchman again.

Francis froze because what Arthur said was absolutely true and it devastated him. He understood why Arthur was upset– the whole thing was an accident, after all, but… the fact that he was disgusted with him and kept telling him over and over again really wounded him.

Arthur figured Francis was still following behind him, that he would get in the car and they wouldn’t speak on the way home, but when he opened the car door and nonchalantly glanced behind himself to see what the Frenchman was doing, he was surprised to see that he hadn’t followed him. He felt a bit guilty and hesitated for a second, but then he reminded himself that Francis was an adult with a job, so he was probably paying for a taxi, so he left. 

The Englishman assumed that the Frenchman’s reluctance to respond or follow him after what he said was an answer in itself– Francis really must not have minded that they had sex.

Francis was indeed taking a taxi back to their house, but it still hurt to know that Arthur wasn’t even concerned enough to send a text asking how he planned on getting home. He honestly didn’t make too much money working part time at a flower shop, so he would be spending most of his savings on the expensive airport taxi, but he was dejected enough that he supposed it was worth it.

Francis got home later than Arthur because he had to wait for the taxi. He noticed that no one was home, but that Arthur had definitely already been there because his luggage was in the kitchen. He figured the Englishman must’ve left immediately in hopes that they wouldn’t run into each other.

The Frenchman went upstairs with his own suitcases and slowly unpacked his things, hoping that he would hear the familiar sound of keys jingling as they unlocked the front door downstairs, but hours passed and he hadn’t heard anything. When he came across the photos he developed and the silly sun hats and sunglasses, he broke down.

#hetalia #aph france #hws france #fruk #aph england #hws england #aph fruk #hws fruk #hetalia fruk #francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #hetalia france #hetalia england #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[loverd0ve]

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[nothinggoodhappensstories]

RAIN

════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Light CW: This story contains an eerie atmosphere and suspense. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Prompt: You've never felt the same after learning Morse Code. The rain keeps telling you to run. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Back in high school, our class learnt about Morse Code during history class. My friends and I put our heart and souls into learning the entire Morse alphabet. By the end of the year, we could hold hour-long conversations through pen clicks, or tapping on our notebooks. It got us out of trouble and kept our secrets safe. As the seasons changed and we grew up, the skill was lost amongst the group. Except for me. During my university exams, I familiarised myself with it all again. It was something to do to keep me sane between lectures and lonely weekends. To my surprise, I retained most of my understanding from when I was younger.

Thank God that I did.

The storm thundered over the horizon. Lightening cracked through the blackened clouds like streaks of silver in stone. An intimidating gust blew through my hair, carrying the earth scent of rain. I snapped a few photos of the electrifying weather phenomenon. “It’s gonna be a big one folks. Better hunker down for the night and pray that the gutters don’t overflow.” The weatherman’s voice crackled out of the speaker of my little green radio. “It won’t be that bad,” I turned up the volume dial. “It’s a great night for rain.” So far it was the driest winter in the last decade. It was a welcomed change. I bent down and switched off the news report, scooping it and my camera back into my bag. I waded back through the plain of tall grass and back to my cabin. Pines lined the back of it; black, spindly figures stretching into the soft pink sky. CRACK. The storm approached, creeping up behind me.

“Power outages have-… Be advised that in the case of-… residents should stay-….” I grunted and fiddled with the television antenna. The interior and appliances in the cabin were terribly outdated. Gorgeous to look at, but with a storm coming, I was more worried about losing power than admiring its aesthetics. My radio kicked the bucket a few minutes after I got inside. It’s solar and battery powered. Most of today was cloudy, and it used the last of my spare batteries. The cabin’s backup generator would kick in if my main power shorted; but that would mean going outside to start the old thing. Tree branches snapped and thrashed around against the roof. “Screw this.” I whipped the curtains shut, stacked some logs on the fireplace and prepared for the night.

I usually loved the rain. Tonight it didn’t soothe me. Something felt wrong, a tight knot wriggled around in my stomach and throat. I focused on the rain until it filled my ears. It was soon interrupted by something tapping on the window… hit, stop, hit- CRACK. I rolled over and cracked my back. God I hated sleeping on the couch, but my bed was too far away from my only heat source. The rain seemed to calm down a tad, at least enough to stop the gutters from collapsing. I rolled over and glared at the fireplace. Smouldering embers cried out for help, a lone flame slowly flickered out. “Ugh…” I craned my neck to check the wood pile I stashed next to the mantle. “Just my luck.” I used up the last logs to start the fire. I rolled myself off the couch, slamming myself into the floorboards. After a thirty second adult tantrum, I forced myself up. I slipped into my boots and pinched my raincoat from the hanger by the door. “There has to be a few logs left. Maybe the ones underneath the heap are dry?” I peeked through the curtain of the front window, trying to catch a glimpse outside. I mustn’t have been asleep for that long; the sky was a dusty grey blue, the sun giving out its last ray of light before ducking behind the grass. Sadly, it was dark enough that I couldn’t see my log stash from inside.

Against my better judgement, I put on a brave face and stepped outside. The wind fought against the hood of my raincoat, wildly assaulting my bed hair. The glow from my window was just enough to illuminate the corner of the cabin. I could make out the silhouette of the log pile. I pushed myself against the cabin to anchor myself. I trembled at the thought of the wind dragging me away. I fumbled with the slippery logs, digging through the heap looking for the driest ones. I tucked a few under my arm and battled against the wind back onto the porch. I turned to face the open expanse before me. 

The storm swirled and boiled out there, waiting to burst again in a flash of heat. The sound of squelching mud tore my attention away. It began to speed up, bursting into a full sprint towards me. Adrenaline kicked in. I flew up the porch stairs, burst through the door, tossed myself inside and slammed it shut. I held my breath and listened hard. Nothing. My heartbeat finally settled down. Just the rain. It pitter pattered against the window panes. Hit, hit, stop- Was it just my imagination? Could it have been a wolf or a bear? I convinced myself that it was just an animal or sleep deprivation catching up to me. Too many restless nights spent on my photography portfolio.

Something rumbled overhead. CRACK. It lit up the entire cabin. My camera sat patiently on the end table beside the couch. I watched the sun, through the curtain, sink behind the grass. A thick black cloud growled furiously towards the cabin, lighting up the plain as it crawled onwards. “Might as well put that waterproof lens to use.” The cautious words from the weather man gnawed at the back of my head as I screwed the lens on. “Just a few snaps to fill the blank pages in my portfolio.” The camera beeped in agreement. I pulled the strap of it over my head. I ventured outside once again, against my better judgement. I flashed my camera a couple of times to scare off anything lurking in the mud. I caught a few bolts of lightning from my porch. The rain sounded louder than before, but it didn’t feel heavier. I closed my eyes and listened carefully. Was the storm moving away or closer? Stop, hit- The storm roared and crashed bolts into the plain ahead. My eyes snapped open and I cursed myself for missing such a good shot. “I need to get closer.” The battery on my camera flashed red and warned me.

Make it quick then.

Drenched boots and itchy legs, I waded back through the tall grass. The rain engulfed my ears. The wind passed right through me. I could feel in my bones that I had reached the centre of the storm. I held my camera up and positioned myself. “This will be epic-” CRACK. The sky lit up brighter than the camera flash. “Yes!” I squinted at the camera screen to check the results. It was exactly what I had expected, except for… 

I froze. It stood in front of the storm. The grass cut off at its knees. Cut off at my chest. I raised my head in a panic. It was only a few metres in front of me. It towered over me. Lightning cracked, the sky glowed. Its elongated shadow enveloped me. It stood too still and stared at me for far too long. The rain bore down on me, pelting my back with heavy drops, grabbing at my raincoat. That’s all I could feel and hear, rhythmically bombarding me. Wait… Hit, stop, hit. “No it can’t…” My heart fell out of my chest. The figure craned towards me. Hit, stop, hit. “The rain…” 

Dot, dash, dot. Dot, dot, dash. Dash, dot.

The rain had been telling me to run.

════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. ════════════════════════════════════════════════════

#cw scary #cw suspense #eerie #writing #creative writing #horror story #short story #horror fiction #short stories #horror writing #nothing good happens #nothing good happens stories #nothinggoodhappens #nothinggoodhappensstories

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #40

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Brayden took a pained swig of his black coffee, which he drank purely for aesthetic reasons, and rubbed his head. “Let me get this straight…”

“You?” said Alice. “Never.”

“You want me to fuck that virgin, blindfolded, to settle a bet?”

“Yeah.”

“How is it that you so easily,” he fluttered his hands like a butterfly, “let things like this exit your mouth?”

Alice took another sip of her matcha. “I like to have a variety of things in my mouth. Something has to leave eventually.”

“And you,” he pointed at Sarah. “Aren’t you supposed to be homophobic?”

“I’m trans.” She replied.

“But you’re religious.”

“It’s not my soul on God’s chopping block. You were going to have sex anyway.”

Brayden paused. “I can’t argue with that.”

“Look, it’s simple.” Alice put her hand on his shoulder. “We flip a coin - heads he gets vag, tails he gets tail. Then we ask him which hole he thinks he was in.”

Brayden smirked. “What about heads he gets head?”

“That’s not part of the bet.” Alice shook her head.

“Wait!” Sarah daintily slammed her hands onto the table. “We have to do it in the butt first!”

“What does the poophole loophole have to do with our bet?” Alice replied. “It’s like you said, you aren’t going to hell for his sluttery.”

“You’re forgetting the whole point! If you start the virgin in the front hole, he’ll know immediately that something is different when you move to the back!”

“So you admit he’ll be able to tell.”

“Yeah, we’re going back-to-back here!”

“Back to front.”

“Front to back.” Brayden added. “Stink to pink is how you get an infection.”

“Stay out of this.” Alice put her hand to his face. “You can’t just change the terms of the bet willy-nilly, Sarah.”

“That was my nickname in high school,” Brayden replied.

“What we’re really trying to determine,” Sarah said, exasperated, “is whether a guy can tell he’s not in the intended hole. You always hear guys say they missed! That they didn’t know they went the wrong way! What we need to do is have him go in the back and tell him he’s going in the front.”

“Is that ethical?” Brayden asked.

“That completely demolishes the integrity of this experiment!” Alice crossed her arms. “Forget it!”

The three sat in silence for a moment. Brayden took another sip of bitter coffee and looked at the test subject, mopping behind the counter. “He’s kinda cute, though.”

Lily, the fourth member of the group (though first if you’d asked her), entered the cafe and saw her friends sitting at their usual table. She rushed over and sat down.

“Guys, guys, guys! You won’t believe what just happened to me on the train!”

“If it were me,” Brayden replied, “I’d say the answer was hidden in the question. ‘Guys, guys, guys’ running a train.”

“In public?” Sarah asked, shocked.

“No, but there would be cameras.”

“It wasn’t anything like that,” Lily blushed. “I saw this cute trans girl sitting alone, so I sat next to her…”

Alice rolled her eyes. “You always do fall for the clocky ones.”

“Anyway, we got talking and we have a lot in common. She gave me her Insta.”

“Are you going on a date?” Sarah took a sip of her melting frappe. “That’s so cute. Love at first sight is adorable.”

“Well, yeah, I did ask her out actually, to a kink club. She said yes.”

“For the first date?!?”

“You just don’t understand T4T lesbian culture, Sarah. Of course for the first date. You can’t go to dinner with someone until you know you can hold a conversation.”

Alice nodded. “It’s true.”

“But there’s a problem! I looked at her Instagram, and…” Lily put her hands on her cheeks. “She’s cis!”

#NSC Original #brain curd #brain curds #writing #creative writing #writeblr #flash fiction #author #writer things #writers #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #women writers #female writers #queer writers #Passable. #sitcom #gay #lgbt #queer #lesbian #transgender #trans #basically gay seinfeld #Brayden #Alice #Sarah #Lily #No Fanfic Friday this week as I am... not in the mood for it.

[cldjendis66]

So I joined in decorating this for the Let's Draw a Cake Together! Honkai: Star Rail First One-Year-Anniversary Event that's being held on HoYo-LAB and as you can see... I got very invested Wheezes

Initially, my idea was to color each layer that represented the members of the Astra Express and then add small decorations they were associated with. However, I didn't take into consideration what camera angle they would need to be drawn in to place them where they looked aesthetically pleasing. Hence why I ended up taking up my friend Ando's suggestion with making the decorations into a pattern for the layers instead and lowering the opacity. It turned out lovely and I'm very happy with the result x3 💜🌈

Top Tier

Top Layer: The black base and watch pattern represents Pom-Pom, along with the 1 that's colored in white, black, and red. The flowers next to it are for March 7th and the stars are for Dan Heng.

Side Layer Right: The red base and teacup with coffee pattern represents Himeko.

Side Layer Left: The beige base and glasses pattern represents Welt.

Bottom Tier

Top Layer: The pink base and camera pattern represents March 7th.

Side Layer Right: The teal base and maple leaf with lotus pattern represents Dan Heng.

Side Layer Left: The yellow base and trashcan pattern represents Caelus.

Endless thank you to all my friends for their lovely support 🤍🖤💜💙💚💛🧡❤💖🌈

#artists on tumblr #Arting CLD #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fanart #dan heng #caelus #himeko #march 7th #trailblazer #welt yang #pom pom #HSR's One-Year Anniversary

[silvermp]

last night I dreamt -

I dreamt I went to a BTS concert. Accidentally swapped dreamscapes with a horse.

Now, I am not a huge fan of BTS. Their music is fun, and I’ve probably watched all their routines because I do like well-choreographed dances - but I dont even remember what they all look like, and I don’t know any of their names.

In this dream, BTS ended the concert by asking if anyone in the crowd wanted a chance to learn some of their choreography and dance on stage at their next show. Everyone else was so excited screaming that they forgot to raise their hand to volunteer. So I raised my hand. Free dance lessons sounded fun. I won the tickets.

After the show ended, an official rep for the band found me waiting in line at the bathroom, and asked to do a quick interview with me. Apparently they were doing a short film about inviting a fan to do choreo, and wanted to know my backstory (how I grew up) to start coming up with video ideas.

Me: Uhhhh, I live in Kentucky, and my mom trained horses to do dressage, I guess?

Them: Perfect!

This somehow resulted in piling into a large van with a bunch of film folks + their cameras, and my Fiance. We drove through some mountains until we reached Kentucky, where I was told I would be introduced to the horse they wanted me to ride onstage, to make the horse dance before I would jump off and join the dance as a person. 

So we’re driving past all these amazing horse trainers demonstrating the wild tricks their horses could do in the fields, and ended up at... a farmhouse.

Like, a regular-ass, kinda run-down, dirty kentucky farmhouse. It had a rusted swingset in the front yard, the scraggliest fucking grass on either side of muddy paths, and a wooden wrap-around porch with peeling paint that sagged + bounced a little when you walked on it. Behind it was a very nice barn with beautiful horses and lovely white-painted fences - exactly what I’d expect. Horse people pour their money into their horses, not themselves.

But the film people were distressed! This wasn’t aesthetic! How would they do a beautiful documentary of me meeting this amazing horse and become a talented dressage rider on stage with BTS against such an ugly background!?

So the film people called in a bunch of woodworkers and repair guys to fix up the house to make it pretty, while I dropped my stuff off inside. There’s doilies and hand-made crafts everywhere. Cross-stitching. Hand-carved bears that also resembled dogs. A huge collection of cowboy boots and ALL of them were falling apart at the seams but still caked with dried mud to show they’re used regularly. The guest room smelled vaguely of cigarette smoke and pine sap. Everything is wood-paneled. The bathroom was entirely pastel pink.

All these details that felt like they’d been pulled from every stereotype I’d ever had about old in-use ranch and farmhouses. The outside was fully fleshed out, but the inside sorta....morphed into existence as I wondered something like ‘did they have a bathroom?’

So I met the ‘legendary’ trainer in a barely-lit wood-paneled hallway, shook hands with her, and we went to go back outside to go meet the horse I was to ride.

In the distance, there was BTS petting some other horses at the fence, one of them was laughing and waving at a cell-phone held up to livestream while another kept ripping handfuls of grass up to feed the horses. They had driven in the van behind mine, to make this trip, because they thought ‘BTS learns to ride horses’ would be a fun video for fans to see. (’sure’, I thought ‘That sounds like something rich athletic celebrities would make on a whim’)

But the horse in the barn took one look at me, pinned his ears back and gave me an expression like “Why the fuck are you here?” and tried looking over my shoulder, and I had the odd realization that this wasn’t my dream.

This was the horse’s dream.

The horse was a fan of BTS from hearing them on the barn’s shitty speakers, and wanted to dance on stage with them.

And I was one of a few humans in Kentucky who could make that ‘link’ happen.

Like, apparently reality in a dream could only bend so far before the improbability made the whole thing collapse. You had to make small bends here and there, until all the events could form the path you wanted. 

The ‘bends’: Horse wanted to meet BTS and dance with them. I liked dancing, and appreciated BTS enough to theoretically buy tickets. I was also from Kentucky, and I both knew that horses could ‘dance’ via dressage, and could ride horses proficiently. I had the money to buy a ticket to their show, and I’d be game for being in a video project if one was suggested to me. All these little ‘truths’ were able to gently bend the dream’s baseline reality toward getting BTS to this particular farm.

But the horse wanted one of the BTS guys to ride him - Not me.

And I told the horse: I didn’t think BTS had ever ridden a horse, so of course they wouldn’t be placed on such an energetic and excitable young stallion to learn on - they’d end up on a very docile old mare who would just plod along calmly.

And so the horse snapped out of his halter, reared up and transformed into this really terrifying smoky dragon-horse-dark-souls-armor monster thing and screamed at me with a lot of very sharp teeth and sharp face plates. Despite that scary visual description, in the moment I just felt puzzled - not scared.

I left the dream with the impression that it was just the horse throwing an angry tantrum because this was the closest he ever got to actually meeting BTS but no one fucking believed in him!

I felt bad. =( 

Anyway, I now believe there’s a horse somewhere in Kentucky who really likes BTS, and is trying to dreamlink his way into that meeting.

#one time I dreamt #horses #bts #dreaming #smp

[reversemoon255]

EDM-GA-0XR Gundam Lfrith Rose

I have an aesthetic.

And wouldn’t you know my luck, as I was just about to finish this one, the Lfrith Ur’s pilot died. Quite unfortunate timing on my part. Still, the final product turned out well. Considering it’s a standard MS, and not an SD Gundam, it’s definitely not as lavish as my small troop of similarly colored bots, but I think the colors still work well.

In terms of performance, it has its beam claws, its back mounted Gatling Gun, and its pair of GUND-Bucklers capable of switching between shield and artillery modes. I plan on getting a second Ur so I can mount a second Gatling Gun and third Buckler, but it doesn’t have a ton of weapons in its arsenal. What it does have is a ton of verniers; 21 in total, meaning that even for a bulky bot it has a lot of speed and maneuverability. Simple, but beastly.

The Details: I only used parts from the Lfriths Ur and Thorn to build this one. I originally thought, with how odd Thorn looked, that they were designed to combine, and when I found out they weren’t I decided to take it upon myself to do so. A lot of my initial plans fell through because their parts are surprisingly incompatible, but I did find a few ways to incorporate the Thorn’s parts into the Ur.

I fused their horns together, as well as affixing the Thorn’s shoulder, knee, and rear verniers onto the Ur’s forearms, thighs, and back skirt. I also attached some of the Thorn’s Permet onto the Ur’s chest to increase the amount exposed. I used the Ur’s included subarm to attach its Gatling Gun to its back, and left the Phased Array Cannons free floating.

As for paint, I used mostly black, having many of the white elements from the two kits be painted gold, as well as the raised details on its shields and gun barrel to give them more visual flare. I lined the edges of each vernier with gold for the same reason. I also painted the cameras, forehead, and Permet pink to give it some additional pop.

And lastly, with the GUND-Bucklers, I painted the internal arms and outer shells black, and the inner clam shell gold to have all the shields match. I actually used the included stickers for the interior portions of the internal arms, mostly to prevent the need to repaint oversplash a ton, as I can be a little perfectionist about paint at times. (I’m trying to be better about that.)

Overall, it was a decent, somewhat simple custom, and my first non-SD one in a while. I’m one kit away from building my next big custom, so this was good practice. I’m considering painting a few Gundvölva to accompany the Rose as additional practice, but I only have one on order, so I don’t know if I want to get a ton just for the visual of it having G-Bits.

#Gundam #Gunpla #gundam the witch from mercury #Gundam Lfrith #Gundam Lfrith Ur #Gundam Lfrith Thorn #Gundam Lfrith Rose #Model Kit #Custom #Custom Gunpla #1/144 #1/144 scale #High Grade

[oddeyeboy]

ODD EYE CIRCLE

《Teaser Breakdown》

First, a disclaimer

We do not know how connected this will be to the old lore. It's been a long time since jj left BBC, so even if they tap in to the old lore, it will not be the full ot12 timeline we've grown accustomed to. There are only five members currently under Modhaus, so it's a given that the lore will be different if not entirely scraped. For now, we will only assume the past Odd Eye Circle lore is canon or referenced, and not consider members signed to other companies.

Now, let's take a look at the teasers.

On June 14th, 15th, and 16th, the first teasers of (in this order) JinSoul, Choerry, and Kim Lip were released:

In these teasers we get a dark, elegant vibe, with each of their odd eyes covered by eye patches. Choerry ties a business man's shoes together, and behind Kim Lip, people in business attire dine, seemingly not noticing Kim Lip. She is either not there for aesthetic reasons, or supernatural ones. Present, but undetected.

The next set of teasers were dropped on June 25th, 26th, and 27th:

We see the girls sitting on a table in the middle of a dark, blue washed mansion. Fifteen people surround them, five in matching suits with masks, ten in other business attire with their faces revealed. On the table are various foods and things, including mangoes, bread, flowers, a perfume bottle, etc. There are only three chairs at the table. Notably, Kim Lip has twelve hair clips in her hair.

On June 28th, we received our first video teaser:

At first, everything is in black and white as a radio switches between old oec songs. The first oec debut date (2017-09-21) and the new oec debut date (2023-07-12) slowly float across the screen towards each other. When they meet, everything glitches again, and a black screen with three dots says, "Did you wait?". We then see the following galaxy shot of (in this order) Kim Lip, JinSoul, and Choerry's solo debut dates.

Then, we get a flash of the same shot but negative, making the colors a neon blue, bright yellow, and lime green.

As the video plays the Version Up logo in a few different black and white filters, we get a shot of a moon in a warping background as odd eye circle slowly goes over the scene, then becomes three moons. In the background, we hear what could possibly be a teaser of a new song.

On July 2nd, we got a set of teasers with a very different vibe:

Choerry's Teaser:

The background is baby blue

Her earring is the mobius strip.

She is the only one concealing her odd eye and not looking into the camera. Instead, she is looking through a diamond.

Her visible eye is a deep blue.

Kim Lip's teaser:

The background is baby pink.

She is holding a glass orb (or perhaps a crystal ball) with both hands.

Her eyes appear the same and are pink.

JinSoul's Teaser:

The background is light yellow.

She is holding what appears to be a small glass ball on a string.

Unlike the other two, her teaser is shrouded in a yellow dust, obscuring parts of the photo.

Notably, the teasers could be the pastel versions of the three modern primary colors, yellow, blue, and magenta.

Here is the teaser inverted, for a moment of speculation:

Choerry is now washed in red, Kim Lip blue, and JinSoul a purple/blue. Some have seen more orange or seafoam green, but in my opinion, Choerry and Kim Lips colors are very much red and blue. JinSoul's is more so up to interpretation, but when color picking from it, it appears closer to the purple section of the color wheel. We will return to this after looking at the most recent teaser.

The most recent teaser, posted on July 3rd:

This video teaser is much shorter than the first, but reveals a good amount about the music video for Air Force One. We see the girls riding in a van at night with the five masked girls from before. When the van stops, the oec members get out, with JinSoul carrying a cake. JinSoul throws the cake over her head as they walk to the camera, and the video ends.

As a bonus, here is the tracklist, dropped a few hours ago:

Feel free to speculate about the concept and lore in the reblogs and stream Air Force One!!

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