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bentosandbox · 11 months

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Lappy fancam animatic blogging/production notes

now that wolfgirlyaoi is out on global its rambling time about my powerpoint presentation

Concept

Originally I wanted to do an (Tex & Lapp) animatic with the boss theme (broken wall/Signore dei Lupi .mp3) ever since the event dropped but I thought 1) by the time I finished anything someone else would have probably already done it first (lol, lmao even) 2) I remembered the song exists and how much i looped it then while listening to the group's new album drop and thought the lyrics fit Lapp a little too well and also doesn't end abruptly like the boss theme + was shorter so yea

initial stickman storyboard where i put down the lyrics with event dialogue/happenings that i felt would fit nicely together > hastily scribble the images that form in my head

storyboards were basically what i wanted to see (same rule as my comics) lol especially if they weren't shown in the event CGs, eg. there's a CG of the truck crashing into the courtroom so I didn't do that but they didn't mention her physical acting in that scene + the song I used has a bow/salute at that exact part in their live choreo with the very similar line so I wanted to do a homage even though-

-I was like it's going to be such a pain to figure out an economical hand twirl and bow but I have to do this I need to transplant the image in my brain onto the screen because official media did not do a—

Honestly still don't know if its a common phrase and action combo because I was having so much trouble finding external references that wasn't just scrubbing the live video over and over anyway

part of the storyboards were 'recycled' from comic drafts I did (of the chocolate scene because ofc) when the event was running on CN

Originally I wanted to draw Lapp feeding Texas for The Girlyaoi Funny but I wanted to reference the plaque you get which is a Creation of Adam reference right but I also saw people saying it's referencing the scene from Silence of the Lambs lol so...peel the layers to your liking!!

(The chocolate flavour choice was from asking my Columbian friends what the worst chocolate flavour they ever tried which was white coconut)

my sorry attempt at colour keys > final spreadsheet to keep track of progress and paste all the dialogue i put in

Art Direction

A bunch of shots/colour schemes are references to Måneskin's stuff or other media tehepero I'll just put a few here

At first I was going to limit red/blue to tex/lapp respectively but since Omertosa is blue I just did away with that rule and lapp gets to have both (and more!) these two colours have pretty obvious emotional readings I think but also

red = self blue = society Siracusa or: red = yaoi & blue = yuri

for the others:

Purple = Alberto/Saluzzo, its not orange like the fruit he keeps holding because see below; I needed the colour for something else LOL Also the Saluzzos are iirc nobility or whatever and they have purple hints in their clothes so I think it was a good fit anyway

Yellow/Orange = Its supposed to be representing the last word in the story which apparently, yostar went with 'Savagery' which is Correct I guess but (laments again about how nuance is lost in localisation because imo savagery has a more derogatory kind of connotation while I think 蛮荒 in context of the story also has a 'nature/untouched by civilisation' side to it) which is why Texas setting the house on fire was not (entirely) red but orange (and it complements the blues both visually and thematically) and it's yellow at the end when they're frolicking(?) in the wilderness lol

(these colour rules don't apply to the penglog shot and technically a few frames like the shot with shocked penance, the one right after and 'im just lappy' because...i forgor my own rules lol)

The greens/teals were just a reference to the shades in the 3DPV I think

The silhouette/general style was inspired from the 3D teaser thing they had at the beginning of the 3.5 anniversary stream and the card suits that I..forgot to move to the other layers which is why only the green one had them (supposed to be 1 per set 💀)

The clash bit is basically the same as the event CG but with a flipped camera/POV sorry for world's worst screenshot lmao. Couldn't imagine the poses in my head so I ended up posing 3d models in CSP pretty good posing practice

These shots got rendered extra because..they were the first frames I started on and I was still figuring out how much to simplify lol

I also posed the chairs shot for some inexplicable reason…my file was lagging so bad

Headcanon part (kind of)

The childhood flashback scene is probably the part I took the most liberties (headcanon) on since it's not explicitly canon like the rest...the sequence/how I connected the scenes itself to fabricate a timeline of her childhood was kind of inspired by some weibo post musing about how (iirc) texas's sweet tooth maybe came from when she was being fostered at casa Saluzzo and Lapp treating her like a pet essentially and giving her a lot of treats since...you know what happened to her actual pet hehe except maybe texas offered her a stick first and then Lappy just reciprocated endlessly because its one of the few 'acts' she knew that wasn't violence haha yeah this section was basically a stealth doujin sorry

It's mentioned that she was brought up as the ideal Siracusan or whatever and she does the cute doodle in the 3DPV so I thought she probably had the Forced Music Lessons as a kid (The music sheets are Bella Ciao and of course)

The bow choreo was the one thing i really wanted to animate but the music sheet segment (based on that one split second shot above) ended up being my favourite part even though compositing the motion was a mini hell on it's own (ended up compiling a long png to scroll by with the red doodles layered over)

Other things

I will never live down my (self-imposed) shame of misspelling the title (I fixed the title on youtube but its why the ending shot in the upload says ZittE e Buoni instead of ZittI e Buoni) don't rush your fancam in 10 days 😔

I didn't look through the entirety of the EN loc but Idk why they had Lappy say 'Then go.' to Texas when it's supposed to be more like 'Let's go.' as in, 'let's go together' as opposed to 'alright off you go to the greyhall alone' lmfao also her saying goodbye forever padre when addio is right there

I don't think I'm insane enough to do another ppt soon but man this pair really makes the 'imagines a whole music video while listening to music' part of my brain go wheee like first it was Starset's Manifest then Signore de Lupi then this and while working on this one i was thinking how Måneskin's Torna A Casa would be another good track

ok ty for reading #GIRLYAOIREAL

#arknights #Il siracusano #bentodraws #bentotexto #I was going to have this post as a reblog but tumblr broke my copypaste so here's a completely separate post #feel free to ask me about anything else i didn't cover in here

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petewentzisblack1312 · 5 months

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I was gonna ask you this anyway actually bc you know a lot of artists but I just kept forgetting bc adhd is kicking my ass rn but since you wanted asks: do you know of any cool online stores or artists selling stickers? im trying to decorate my new laptop and I bought a few on etsy but I wanna get more

made in a lab to answer this question bc all i do is look for artists that skew cool. i will also give artists that skew cute. some artists are in between these categories, that is, they have a cute artstyle with subject matter that at least at times skews cool. my metric for whats cool and whats cute is pretty much 'based on aesthetics if this were being sold at a basement show in the 90s to 00s would someone get called gay'. if the answer is yes, its cute. if the answer is no, its cool. i dont know if this makes sense but im gonna use this categorizing anyway. i will tag the artists who are on tumblr but otherwise im naming everyone by their instagram handle because thats where i look at art and im on my phone and cant link everyone without losing my sanity

coming back after writing this list i have GOT to put this under a cut

@cursedluver: cute/cool, mostly cool to me, very bright and colourful and his starpions are really fun

ummmheather: cute/cool, mostly cute but shes got some stuff thats silly in a more cool way if that makes sense.

strikegentlyco: cool, they only recently started making stickers so the selection is a bit limited but they do have lots of enamel pins

sheselle: i would say firmly on the cute side of things in aesthetics but i think her sense of humor can be interesting. new to me though. i think you will really love some of her stuff and not really be into others.

@sweatermuppet: cool, lots of queer political stuff

luluvanhoagland: cool but with a soft artstyle so it feels cute.

@sofftpunk: cute/cool, lots of lgbt stuff

thegraveyardrave: mostly cool, they do have a tumblr blog but its specifically for clownposting so i will not tag him

leestrawberrryshop: cute with a cool tilt, mostly white and pink with just lineart but its an interesting scribble/doodle style. memey at times

prettybadco: cool but lately this guys been doing so much i think you should leave fan merch and its not bad but i dont watch i think you should leave and its not what i followed for. the original stuff is pretty neat though

catcoven: medieval. giving this one its own category on the grounds that thats pretty self explanatory and more precise than cool/cute

interrupted by finding a bee in my bedroom while drinking slightly warm tea (house is closed and the windows in my room (also closed) have mosquito nets)

@verdant-succubus: cool but there is body horror and guts and stuff so tread lightly if youre sensitive to that sort of thing.

radhia rahman (knivesmeow): cute but i feel cool when i look at her art

abprallenuk: cool but the colour palletes are strictly pastel

svv.art: very cool

smdefelice: cool. mostly does screenprinting but i am pretty sure they do stickers also. however the shop is currently closed for con prep do i cannot confirm

lilboatboutique: cute/cool has a homesick at space camp sticker which is currently on my water bottle and which i own in 2 variants as an enamel pin.

kerin cunningham: cool. emo. the goat. what else is there to say.

@darbydraws: cool. quite like her stickers although her bread and butter is t shirts. also emo

xraeart: cool. alt streetwear brand so. yknow.

skullingway: cool. theyre one of my favourite artists hands down. not a lot of stickers tho

jordandebney: cool. this guy makes the coolest stickers but most of it is for his subscription box which is fine. theres 2 stickers not behind a paywall

elrosabel: cool stuff, cute style. she kinda like. soft closed. to do polymer clay sculptures. but she might have reopened? i know shes selling stuff under this project again

piratesarrrt: cool but in a soft style. similar subject matter to luluvanhoagland. which is to say weird girl heads.

seankeetonart: cool.

@moonlume: cute. the concepts are cool though

jimibiscuits: cool. this is one of my favourite artists i have. so many of his pins. he doesnt have a ton of stickers though iirc

@8pxl: i am going to invent a category called 'pretty'. i love pixel art and this is my favourite pixel artist ever.

i gotta fuckin stop

go forth and get some stickers

#dils declares

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wordsofhoneydew · 6 months

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hi everyone!

i’m kore (20, she/they)

writer on ao3 as wordsofhoneydew

this is a list of all my fics/poetry/wip/art, recs and playlists! feel free to dm me for any questions or prompts you want me to write!

my fanart 🤍

poetry blog: @wordsofkore

Cups , into my moon, the way i imagine it is like this

my fics:

i became your device to name and soothe [E, 4k] Junora

Chapter One - June

What are the chances? [E, 2.3k] Junora

“Are you sure this is going to work?” June asks shakily. Her hands are tied to the bed frame positioned on either side of her head, meanwhile Nora is kneeling before her and between her spread legs, wearing nothing but a pink lace thong—June’s favorite.

Nora’s smile turns into a wicked grin. “Of course I'm sure.” There’s a certainty in her voice as she runs her fingertips along June’s thighs, making her shiver.

June swallows thickly, arousal mixed with anticipation settling heavily in the pit of her stomach as Nora continues to leave light touches along her inner thigh. ��What are the chances again?”

your body comes back to me in dreams [E, 518]

henry has a wet dream.

stolen glances with a string attached [T, 6.8k] Playlist

Henry’s eyes widen, his body tensing up in sheer humiliation. That’s when he sees a sly smirk make its way to the man’s lips, and it only makes the embarrassment course through his body more rapidly, feeling all the blood rush to his cheeks. The man then spins around in his office chair, reaching for what looks to be a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbles on it for a swift moment before pressing the paper up against his office window. The paper reads, “TAKE A PIC,” written in sloppy, bubble-like handwriting just barely legible enough for Henry to read. The man grabs another paper and writes for a moment longer, this time reading, “JK” with a winky face. Henry cocks an inquisitive eyebrow in his direction, the embarrassment slowly morphing into curiosity as the man turns the paper over for Henry to read the other side. “ALEX.”

or, an AU in which two men fall in love through their office windows.

thunderstruck [T, 1.9k] Song

“Alex, slow down.” Henry pulls away softly from Alex’s taut grasp. “Are you feeling alright now?” “Y-yeah, I think I’m okay.” Alex smiles back meekly at Henry’s heedful gaze. Alex feels like he has gotten way ahead of himself. “I'm just a huge astraphobic, ever since I was little. I guess I never grew out of it.”

or, Alex has a fear of thunder so Henry comforts him.

7 minutes in heaven [M,4k] Playlist

“If I wasn’t as drunk as I am right now, I wouldn’t be able to tolerate the unsightly view standing before me.” “Yeah? Well, being locked in a closet with a pretentious asshole such as yourself isn’t my idea of fun either, bud.”

or, what happens when two supposed enemies are forced to be in a closet together for 7 minutes?

tags:

bookmarks

recs

enjoy <3 !!

#wordsofhoneydew writes #red white and royal blue #firstprince #fic: stolen glances with a string attached #fic: 7 minutes in heaven #fic: thunderstruck #wohd wip #wohd recs #honeydew:fanart

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bauhinia-transcribed · 6 months

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Hi y'all! My name is Saph (23, they/them pronouns), and welcome to my pinned post! Figured it was about time I made one 😅

This is my main blog, which is (mainly) based on queue. I also have a public side blog where I just post soft yearning stuff @sunriseandbrowneyes, and a semi-private nsfw blog (mutuals may ask for it in my DMs).

Expand the post to see a list of my tag links and their explanations!

My (hopefully) exhaustive personal tags list:

#adorable 🥺: my cute tag. I don't use this one frequently nowadays

#artistry in motion: used to highlight aesthetic experiences. often gets associated with videos of (music/dance) performances, making-of videos, or nature

#dear no one: based off the song by Tori Kelly. an open letter to my future partner, or posts that describe how I hope my experience with them will be like

#friend shaped: my tag for cute animals or creatures. will often get tagged with the specific type of animal if it is common enough (the only exceptions to this are "kitty" for all felines big and small, and "puppy" for dogs)

#gender™️: often used for posts where people talk about their experience with their gender. not necessarily a gender envy tag (though I am planning to make one if I see a post that is worthy)

#gorgeous💕: people I find hot, sexy, handsome, and/or pretty. sometimes this will also be paired with a 😳😳😳 in the tags (the more 😳 the more I'm captivated by their looks)

#saph laughs: my laugh tag, before I knew "laugh tag" was a thing. things I find funny

#how to do life better: my life hacks / adulting tag. posts that explain how to go through life more easily

#how to tag?: used for when I'm reblogging something that doesn't have a defined associated tag in my tag library. also serves as an "ask to tag"

#it's a day!: used for when tumblr decides to make a day special (like Wet Beast Wednesday or Out of Touch Thursday). also used for holidays sometimes

#knowledge tag: used for when a post teaches me something new. it could be about the most specific/"useless" topic in the world, but all knowledge is valuable to me

#letters to past me 💌: reminders that I wish younger me knew. things to keep in mind when I go through and experience life

#penguin pebbling: my general tag for when I tag other users, or all of my mutuals. will almost always say who I'm addressing, either in the post or in my tags

#psychic damage: what it says on the tin. basically anything that makes me go "wtf 😃" or "I hated that 😃"

#reminders of life: posts that remind me of the joy of living, or of humans doing good things

#reminders of love ❤️: posts that remind me that love is out there in all its wonderful abundance. applies to familial, platonic, and romantic love

#saph laughs (previously #here for a good time 😂, but since edited): used for things I find funny

#saph speaks: used for when I talk about myself in the tags

#saph scribbles: used for when I write within the main body of a post (not just tags); will also be used if I'm adding something to someone else's post

#sighs yeah: one of two things. either I'm yearning or I'm talking about a relatable moment, but in the 😔 way

#shit we should care about: discussions of important topics around the world. includes current events normally. will also talk about various forms of bigotry and how they manifest or are experienced by individuals. will often get a subsequent tag on the topic or bigotry discussed

#stories less told: posts that talk about lesser known individuals and their actions that I think we should highlight

#thank you haiku bot: posts that I've found from haiku bot. oftentimes will not have haiku bot's rb kept in

#thanks tumblr blaze: posts that I've seen via blaze

#vibes ✨️: posts that I find relatable

#woag tag: things that make me go woag. things that are cool

#yearning tag: posts that make me crave a deep connection/relationship with someone else (does not immediately imply romantic relationships!)

tags that represent people: #🥦, #🐀, or anything with an @ sign in the tag

#saph scribbles #tagged post #pinned post

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murumokirby360 · 6 months

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My FAKE Samsung 870 EVO Solid State Drive Review [feat. my Paper Dolls] (Recorded: Oct 13th 2013)

Hello, its been a long time since June of that year. Unfortunately, on Oct 13th (of that year) was a horrible Friday (no pun intended) to received a counterfeit item instead of a genuine one.😟

Yup, my latest topic says it all, so here's my review of the FAKE Samsung 870 EVO Solid State Drive (with my Paper Dolls), and how to spot the details between legit and a fake one.

So, without further ado, let's get started:

1st & 2nd Image(s): ↑

• So, my order was arrived on Oct 12th (2023, Thursday), and me & my paper dolls are excited to see! 😁 However, I noticed when I shake my parcel, something's not right... 🤔📦 Yeah, I'm a little bit of scared, right now, but at the same time I'm excited to open the parcel.

• Well, I'm not waste my time, let's get this over with and watch my video...

My Recorded Video [Combined and edited using Filmora 9]: ↑

• Let's bring it down the main details one by one, shall we? 📃📋

3rd to 6th Image(s) [From the 1st video]: ↑

• From the 1st video, you see the reveal of my Samsung 870 EVO Solid State Drive, and you could see some red flags from the packaging box (namely, a huge tear on the left side) that had detected that my SSD was 100% FAKE! Not genuine. 👎❌From every side to the sticker, and even at the back of the package, my paper dolls tell indeed a "fake" Samsung brand SSD. Even though they don't know much about tech stuff or storage devices, I'm just trying to teach my paper dolls about tech stuff aside from their addiction to food.

7th to 10th Image(s) [From the 2nd video]: ↑

• Compared with my genuine Samsung SSD 970 EVO Plus's (M.2 NVMe Solid State Drive) package from all sides and even the back (which, by the way, I don't have the genuine SSD 870 EVOs' package), you could see a HUGE difference most notably the latter. There, the original Samsung SSD products should have multiple languages, with two barcodes (from the sticker), some serial numbers, and a legit specific model; whether you're purchasing a SATA Solid State Drive, or an M.2 MVNe Stick Drive format (depending on what storage size you target). My paper dolls say, that my legit M.2 drive had checked all the boxes ✅📦, whereas my fake SSD did not check everything. ❌📦

• Here's my edited photo via my current phone (Honor 8C 📲), ignore my awful scribble. [7th Image edited ↑]

11th to 17th Image(s) [From the 2nd video]: ↑

• So, upon opening the package, you've already noticed from my 2nd video that the "Fake 870 EVO" does not have a manual booklet 📖❌, only the main SSD albeit not proper well to put at. Every genuine Samsung SATA SSD should have a manual booklet upon unboxing. My legit M.2 NVMe drive, on the other hand, had a different approach compare to the SSD type. And I have a video for that → [CLICK ME!].

○ If you want to see more unboxing the "genuine" 870 EVO SSD (before you decide to buy), then you should watch these YT videos, right here. 🖥️🖱️🎦↓

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(You don't need to open a subtitle for the latter, just take a peek at the genuine brand.)

• As for the main item, the details and use of cheap metal materials are crucial. Not to mention, the sticker at the SSD's back and screw holes were absolutely imperfect. The Genuine Samsung SSDs should be well made using good quality metal matte material (not glossy kind), the sticker at the back matched the serial no. and barcode from the packaging box, and four silver metal screw holes were noticeably installed. As I'll show it to you in our last three photos.

○ And if you need more information, then here's one → [CLICK ME!].

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• So, here's what I'm talking about. Once again, the back of their SSDs was distinctly noticeable between the "legit 870 EVO SSD" 🧠🖥️✅ from the big picture (image source from "Rock Paper Shotgun" blog page → [CLICK ME!]) and the bottom one that was the "fake 870 EVO SSD" 🧠🖥️❌. These photos/videos of mine should be enough information about it. 🖼️🎦📲 Right, you two? Yeah, now you know. 🙂👍

Overall & Asking Price:

• A HUGE disappointment for me to buy a fake Samsung 870 EVO SSD. 😣 And the fact that this SSD I bought from Lazada PH 🇵🇭 wasn't for my custom PC, although I'm still searching for a decent job (maybe another round of voluntary street cleaner) to buy a functional GPU Card (and I REALLY missed it, so much *sigh* 🖥️😞). But nope, this SSD I've bought was supposed to be for my mom's laptop that deserves an upgrade from a physical and slow Hard Drive to a fast-paced Solid State Drive, with a huge 1TB memory storage. ⬆️🧠💻 But, I ended up with a fake Samsung SSD brand, so I won't be bothered to test run or forcefully attempt to install the SSD onto my mom's laptop. It'll be much worse than my messed-up 3.5mm Seagate Hard Drive that contains my precious important files. 😟😢😔

• As for the asking price of that fake 870 EVO, I paid ₱ 2,155.20 with numerous discounted vouchers and a free shipping fee during Lazada's 10.10 big sale, this year. Link for the specific item → [CLICK ME!] So, what's the bad news? I LITERALLY wasted all of my funds on this not-genuine Samsung SSD product. 😣💸 But, on the bright side, I immediately requested a refund from the seller, with full details about my recent item. So, the Lazada crew took the rest, and it quickly refunded my money via digital wallet before I cashed it out so I wouldn't get snatched from online theft. Yup, now that's good news! 💵😄

BTW: This is the second time that I've encountered a fake item from Lazada, with the first story never shared. So, I'll plan to share my untold story, someday. 📖

• And you know, I've learned my lesson today. For what is otherwise, already noted; never judge an item by its seller (Yeah, it's like saying "never judge a book by its cover"). It may look like a legit item, but looks can be deceiving. I should do more observation on their ratings and their thoughts about the item that they've bought, whether it's fake or not. 🤔⌨️🔍🕵️ And that goes to you. Hope you do some research about counterfeit SSD products (and other related semiconductor storage devices, like Micro SD cards) before you turn around and find a legitimate variant that you are willing. ☝️😯

Well, that's the end of my topic.

If you want to see my previous topic from April 2023, then I'll provide a link down below. ↓😉

• My NVMe Upgrade [Apr 30th, 2023]

Tagged: @bryan360, @lordromulus90, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @paektu, @alexander1301

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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Hi, me again. I have a long string of numbers from the ask the author. I thought that I’d go through and type out a couple that I’d like to know about and that ended up being most of them, don’t feel pressured to answer all of them. The numbers are 1,2,3,4,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,17,19,20,21,22,23,24 and 25. Sorry for asking so many.

Also make sure not to stress out over the long ask. I don’t know about the other Watchers but I’m happy to wait until you’ve finished it, even if it takes a while, I know it will be worth the wait if your other asks are anything to go by. I don’t know if you are worried about not getting it done quickly or not, but if you are I figured this might help.

Glow Eyes

Aw thanks. That does help. Tho honestly im more frustrated i havent gotten any day off to just rest and have time to write bc i really want to write!! Especially since i’m averaging a 5/10 on the pain scale every single second im awake rn. I deserve my rest dfhkjgfh

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

I am only capable of writing 1 story at a time so I’m basically holding off on uh everything until this blog is done. I am very excited to get to write more for my other AUs. Like my “New eden” au which is like the sides happening to meet at a specialized inpatient and there’s loceit and rem(2) and angst and stuff. And I got 2 others i’m excited for bc they’ve got lots of worldbuilding and i havent done much of that in my writing but when i made those AUs i realized i really dig worldbuilding. I am planning on letting y’all vote on which of my AUs should get an askblog when this story is done btw

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

Jfkfk the one stucky fic i wrote at like 12. In 1 chapter i put in a self insert and had cap validate my non binaryness. Apparently i thought it was so embarasing i have deleted several chapters from it but i dont remember actually doing that

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Front to back babeyyyy always. Sometimes i scribble down a future scene so i dont forget it but otherwise its all first scene to last

4) favorite character you’ve written

I really did enjoy writing Roman as Jaws in my James Bond au just bc it was such a stupid concept. I also have a soft spot for my son Envy. Before Remus existed Envy was my green side. He was also a gremlin. I love writing dogs <333 Thomas as a dog <3 Roman as a dog <3 Virgil as a big fluffy service dog <333

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I usually tell people i write. Usually not that i write fanfic

8) favorite genre to write

I guess drama? Slice of life? Romance? Whatever you call this. I have written action and thriller stuff as well but i prefer this. I just love angst 💗💓💚🧡💛 even whump 😈 and some good comfort

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I ramble with my beloved best friend 💚 our brainstorm sessions get so ridicolously long. For some aus like the New Eden one the plot would look Completely different if it wasnt for him. I probs wouldnt have expanded it so much

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I always have to have music on or i cant concrentate. Cant even sit in the same room as other people while writing if theyre chatting loudly

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Bro i used to over explain everrryyythhing. I know i still ramble a lot and put in way too many details in my writing but somehow i used to be even worse!! I also was one of those who wrote like "The boy with the round glasses said" instead of just saying their goddamn names

12) your weaknesses as an author

Uhm everything? Jk. But i really do think that writing in of itself isn’t my strong suit. I always feel like i use the same words too much. The same metaphors. Same flowery texts. My grammar isn’t good either.

13) your strengths as an author

If i would have any strenght it would maybe be uhhhh concepts? I’m shit at writing but i do like to think i can come up with some interesting concepts for stories? i like how many times I’ve made the sides into a literal dog in my AUs. thats fun i guess. maybe my strenght could be uhh funny?? people say im funny sometimes?? i dunno in my opinion i think im pretty average. nos trenghts

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

....I.......I just remember it.......in my head...I know, i’m horrible. I have tried to write up timelines but it never works for me. Sometimes I use the brainstorms with my bestie on discord as a type of timeline but most of the time I do just keep everything in my brain. Which is stupid bc my memory sucks

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

I really wanna say i prefer longer sit downs but the thing is my attention span is shit so it usually becomes me “writing” for like 3 hours but half the time was spent watching youtube

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Not that I can think of. When i’m writing im in control of what happens obviously so things that make me dissociate or super uncomfy if i saw it in my day to day life dont have any negative effect on me bc im the one writing. Tho one thing i stray from writin nowadays is eating disorders

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Girl ive looked up the most random shit. Different types of mazes, hotels in kentucky, etc. But really i wouldnt say im an expert on these things but i appreciate how much fics have made me learn about different disabilities. i do have chronic pain and some other shit which has made me put in disabled sides in my fics but its not like i have fibro or im deaf or have a brain injury so i have to read up on this stuff and it’s genuinly fascinating to learn. My fics have also let me learn a lot more about different cultures, in this AUs case i’ve learnt a lot about judaism to write the twins C: i would love to write romani sides in the future bc my family is partially romani but until i do that i like putting in that jewish rep. the fandom needs it hfkjhf

i hope me just talking about myself wasnt too annoying sorry

#thanks for the ask <3 #glow eyes #my fam got a new heating pad!!! so im managing the pain dw #i think its just impacting my grammar a little #hard to focus 100% on grammar anf stuff

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spinningintheshadows · 1 year

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I posted 3,773 times in 2022

That's 1,465 more posts than 2021!

1,810 posts created (48%)

1,963 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@teelagurl558

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I tagged 1,368 of my posts in 2022

#vixla - 152 posts

#i wish i was beside queue - 124 posts

#outer banks - 107 posts

#rudy pankow - 103 posts

#obx - 100 posts

#austin north - 81 posts

#shut up vix - 72 posts

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#jj maybank - 70 posts

#vix’s inbox of wonders 🔮 - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#they tried to teach us in sixth grade but i couldn’t get it but i taught myself over the summer between sixth and seventh writing fanfic

My Top Posts in 2022:

wanna do it anyway? || rafe cameron

After breaking up with her boyfriend, the photographer that Piper had arranged and paid for a boudoir shoot asks if she wants to do it anyway.

fanon photographer!rafe x plus size!oc, *SMUT; oral (f&m recieving), fingering, semi protected sex (oc is on bc)*

Rafe bit his lip as he looked at his schedule for the day. He was up early, seven o’clock, drinking his coffee as he glanced at the schedule book. He had two appointments booked today, the McJones family photos at 10:00, and then scribbled messily underneath it at 1:00 was Piper Harris - Boudoir. That was the one he was most concerned about. Not that he’d never done boudoir shoots before, but because it was Piper, his high school crush.

Piper Harris also didn’t fit the norm of his normal boudoir shoots, where the girls had been stick thin, almost to where you could see their bones sticking out of their bodies. Piper Harris had always been on the heavier side, and if bothered her, he’d only ever seen it once. It was the day they became friends, when he practically beat the shit out of Kelce for calling her fat in math class. Yeah, he’d gotten suspended and grounded for two weeks but it was worth it.

Truth be told, Rafe didn’t know why he was nervous, but the uneasy feeling hadn’t left his stomach since she approached him outside of the Wreck two weeks ago.

“Rafe Cameron! The man I’ve been looking for.” A voice said, making him turn around and meet eyes with her, Piper.

“Hey, Pip, didn’t know you were still around the outer banks.” He said with a smile.

“Could say the same about you, Rafe. Hey I have a question” she suddenly sounded nervous. He raised an eyebrow at her as he pulled the camera out of its bag in preparation of his next shoot. “Have you ever done a boudoir shoot?” He let out a breathy laugh, looking at her again.

“Yeah.” He told her. “Several, why?”

“Well, uh, me and Travis will be together four years next month and I was kind of thinking about doing one for him.” She said. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the name of her mediocre boyfriend. “And I was wondering if you’d be willing to do it? I’ll pay you of course, whatever you charge.”

“You want me to….do a boudoir shoot…of you?” He asked. “Okay. Uh, your number still the same? If so I’ll look over my schedule when I get home and text you with a time and price.”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Rafe!” She said.

“Hey wait, before you go.” He told her. “Stand there, the sunset looks really nice behind you.” He snapped a couple photos, thanking her.

When he’d gotten back to his apartment that night he’d edited the photos and sent them to her, telling her to do with them what she wanted. Plus a time, date and price for their shoot. His phone buzzing brought him out of his thoughts. Glancing down at the text, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

Is it too late to cancel?

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Drew Starkey Smutty Headcannons because I Can

(Thanks for the gif @maybankforlife but you’re grounded and not allowed to read these. But here you go @wannabestarkeysgirl @jjmaybankspermbank @teelagurl558)

Just like his Alaskan friend, I know this man is packing. He’s tall as fuck so I just know this man is big big

Once again, Jesus boys are kinky as fuck and we all know Drew come from a Jesus family so I know he kinky as fuck.

This man has a daddy kink. He loves hearing his little princess fucked stupid on his clock and begging Daddy to let her cum

Also, breeding kink to the fucking max. He loved hearing you beg him to fill you up with his cum. Bonus points if you call him Daddy when you do it.

He will never admit it, but this motherfucker loved bondage. He loves being tied up and tying you up.

A huge ass switch. When he’s in the mood he can be the mean dom but he lowkey loves being subby for you. He takes it all like a good boy, even when you have him tied up and blindfolded on the bed, overstimulated and covered in his own cum.

Lowkey gives off exhibitionist vibes but he’s highkey too big of a chicken shit yo try it out.

Homie has a praise kink. Like, yes bestie, tell him how great he is at eating your pussy. Tell him how great his cock is making you feel. Homie gets off on that shit

Speaking of eating pussy, you asked him one time what that mouth do and he showed you exactly what it could do (make you cum in just a matter of a few minutes)

He’s all about adoration. He wants to make damn sure he's showing you exactly how much he loves you. He’s not fucking to fuck, he’s fucking to adore you.

He loves when you want to just sit on his cock. It’s super intimate to him, he could sit on the couch watching movies or lay in bed cuddling with you on his cock for hours and be perfectly content

Motherfucking aftercare king. You could be laying in bed after he’s absolutely destroyed you, completely blissed the fuck out and this adorable fucker is getting up to run you a bubble bath and get you water so you’re comfortable, clean and ready to cuddle

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Anyway, Stan Rudy Pankow

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My #1 post of 2022

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speakfreely000 · 2 years

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Today's Topic: Free write

I am free writing some words, just to get some shit off my mental. I am having a rough day as far as having urges to use. If you don't follow me on Facebook and have seen my picture that I posted, I am a week and a couple days clean from smoking weed. This first week, I had really good energy, with a couple of days with lingering thoughts of wanting to use. It's not been easy today regarding it though. Yesterday, I went to church for the first time in a long time and had so much good energy. I am so taken aback at the fact that all of that went to shit this morning. I know I haven't been sleeping well, and have been stressed about not working or going to school any time soon.

I know I just get down on myself and I get bored with doing the same things every day. It's a struggle to keep me entertained and focused. I know myself. I know I have those days where I just don't want to do shit, but I usually have a couple good days before the train starts slowing down. I'm even having a hard time doing this blog right now and maintaining focus.

I'm being told I'm going through dopamine withdrawals, which makes me feel so much better about what I'm going through. I have a disease that comes in and creeps on me at the worst times. I have multiple diseases, alcoholism, addiction and depression. All of those things make it hard to manage sometimes. All of those diseases want to see me fail and pick up again. Those are the voices I'm hearing today, and I can't mute it or shut it off. Sometimes, I feel like asking for a new brain for Christmas, because I'm about fucking done with this one.

This is the other side of me that I tend to not show in public. I usually scribble all these bad thoughts in a notebook somewhere, but since I've found blogging, this is the outlet. I know I just need to remain positive, and like I've said previously, it's okay to have these days. Some days we will be too tired to be ecstatic or peppy. I know I won't feel like this forever, but I had to let this out so it can make its' way out of my head. Hopefully this will pass soon.

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labetalol · 2 years

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seeing the same exact redesign as mine but in an albeit better art style is . so heartbreaking all the time heeheeeee

#like ok lomg hair solomon mullet beel gelled up hair mammon curly hair lucifer. like ok...#i had that since day one... 🥺🥺🥺#personal #posting it here bc. my side blog followers would tear me apart #like i am whining and crying i dont really care that 99% theyve made up the idea on their own #but its like... i did it and got 23 notes they do a really lame scribble and get 1k notes . but its ok #im literally in pharm school juggling a job independence driving the kids around and maintaining a social life #so. i shouldnt. beat myself up thatni cant dedicate an hour a day to drawing/writing for the sole purpose to get attention #and ofc. almost a dozen people commissioned me so ofc i know my art isnt all that bad 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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loptido · 2 years

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Draw with me

Albedo x GN!Reader

summary : separated by a glass wall; tired of having to only communicate through writing and drawing, you make desperate attempts to break the barrier that keeps you apart. only for your efforts to end in vain.

warning : angst, the lost of body parts(a whole forearm), blood(not gore) and injuries, gifting said severed limb to their lover. a glass wall that somehow is- idk, magic. i just took the same wall from the animation.. Not entirely read over/checked

setting : different-au(unnamed)

notes : Do watch “Draw with me” by Mike Inel on YT. its so goddamn sad i cant stand it. sgaiwgwu so here this is. Albedo and Reader are around teenage years in this btw (hoohh boy, im scared to post this.. first tumblr post and its angst)

(movin this to my side blog, pokapepii)

// Your an idiot - Part 2

// — Genshin Masterlist

“Writing”

Tap, Tap

A muffled tapping on the glass wall catches your attention, as you walk towards the sound, a small boy — or teenager, he might be around your age — with short, ash-blond hair and bright teal eyes is standing on the other side. The side youve never seen, nor ever will see.

You see him mouth something, was he speaking? If so, did he always talk without his voice? You wonder. The boy seems to start to shout. You wave at him in confusion and start to indicate that you cant hear him.

Luckily he seems to get the memo and starts digging into the pockets of his white jacket. A gloved hand soon exiting a pocket, seemingly clutching a small object. Soon, he starts to write on the wall.

“Hi” Was all he wrote; it was short and simple. But it made you smile. “Can you write?” A small black chalk soon drops from above the wall, you froze but catching it either way.

“nac i esuorc fo” You hurriedly wipe that off with your sleeve, “Of course, duh”. Even if you couldn’t hear him, the sight of him chuckling at your mistake made you huff.

The boy starts to write once more, “What about drawing?” a small doodle of a flower accompanied his question. Choosing to not write, you nod starting to draw a bee for his flower. A giddy smile on your face. It was fun having someone to talk to, even if it was through drawings and writings. And once you’ve got the ball rolling, a small portion of the glass started to flood with endless drawings(his better than yours, you must admit) and short sentences of conversations.

“Albedo”

“?”

“My name, what’s yours?”

“Y/n :)”

You offer him a smile and he returns it.

The next day, it continues again. And again. And again, with your relationship growing and soon, a budding romance began to bloom between you and him. You having wrote down the three words, “i love you”, by accident when you were mindlessly scribbling down random words. To your luck, the feeling was reciprocated.

“Its cold here, yknow” You lazily write down, feeling down for no reason. A doodle of a frown soon drawn.“Then wear some warmer clothes, or bring a blanket.” Albedo wrote bluntly, the same emotionless look on his face. He sees you sigh and pick up the chalk, “I know, i know..” You trail off, literally, a slight line following your falling chalk. “I just, want to be with you” Albedo sees your cheeks tint a slight pink.

“But you are with me” He writes, hoping it would lift your spirits. If it did, he’d be able to see that smile on your face again, the smile he saw many times, the smile that made his heart flutter. “Dont attempt to cross that wall, Albedo.” His mother, and adoptive mother warned him many times. “It’s dangerous and will hurt any living thing”

He had always listened to their words and steered clear of the glass. But after meeting you, he began to stick to the barrier like glue.

Many times since meeting you the thought of crossing over and being in your side crossed his mind. And yet each time he brushed it off, it was too much if a risk. And Albedo was afraid.

Just being able to communicate with you, and hang out with you was enough for him. “There’s just a wall between us” Albedo smiled, “Thats just it, i dont want a wall. I want to be with you�� You angrily said, the chalk in your hands nearly snapping from the tight grip. Before pausing, an idea had popped up. A possible solution.

Teal eyes widened in shock, “What are you doing?!” he hurriedly asked upon seeing your actions. You were standing and punching the glass with your dominant hand, not stopping once. In a panic Albedo rose to his feet and began shouting for you to stop, forgetting that you couldn’t hear him at all.

You were determined to break the wall, you were tired of it trapping and encasing you within a transparent prison for years. With a final few punches the glass shattered, and Albedo stepped back with a gasp while you smiled in victory. Your moment of triumph didn’t last long, for soon the shattered glass seemed to somehow turn back in time and went back to normal. Hurting your dominant hand in the process.

You fell back with a scream in pain, clutching your now bleeding arm. All the while Albedo watched in horror, he fell to his knees and began to write, quick. “Are you okay?” The answer was pretty obvious but he couldn’t help but ask. You didn’t reply. And he watched as you stood and ran out if his line of sight, leaving him alone and worried. Dazed.

He didn’t get to see you for the next week after the incident, he waited patiently by your usual meeting spot. Waiting patiently for you to return all patched up and okay.

And when he caught sight of your walking figure coming his way, he couldn’t help the smile that painted his lips. Though it quickly fell when he saw your tired face, your eyes were slightly red. Had you been crying? (He hopes not) Quickly he began to write, “Want to draw :)?” You shook your head no, eyes fixed on the ground and head hung low. You had barely looked at him the whole time. Albedo wouldn’t let that bring him down.

You shakily picked up your chalk, “I cant anymore..” your handwriting became shaky and Albedo had a hard time reading it. “Oh, okay”

Albedo smiled, his adoptive mother — Alice — once said smiles and positive feelings were contagious, in a good way. So he figured if he smiled, you would too. You didn’t.

One day you came to the wall and found a wrapped present waiting for you. Albedo sitting behind it from his side with a smile, he had a new cloak on. The box was on its side, he must have thrown it over. Above were words that read, “For you♡ - Albedo”

As you picked the gift up and looked at him in confusion. Albedo didn’t speak, instead he just smiled more.

Hesitantly you unwrapped the ribbon, a strange feeling in your stomach told you something was off. But you just brushed it aside. Albedo saw the box fall to the ground and his gift fall out. You standing still in shock, eyes widened. “What- are you crazy?!” You scribbled down, a good distance away from the fallen box.

Albedo shuffled over, “Draw with me”

Inside was a severed, pale and bloody forearm. Was that why he wore a cloak all of a sudden?

a/n : watch this become a two parter, or a three part story like the animation- (its good, go check it out.) ..good morning, its the next day and i wrote this last night. it’s probably bad

#albedo x reader #albedo angst #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #原神 #im gunna start the second part🏃‍♂️#no looking at this post #cw blood #cw severed forearm #cw lost limb #mio.writes #mio.draw with me

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starlightinhumanform · 3 years

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Nothing Sweeter

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Moxiety, Platonic Analoceit (only mentioned)

Summary: When Virgil agreed to work a cashier shift at the bakery, Logan had assured him that they never get customers that late. Instead, Virgil comes face to face with the cutest customer he’s ever seen.

Warnings: None! (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Bakery AU, Tooth-rotting Fluff

A/N: This was written for a request for @catemons-blog ! I haven’t written these babies in such a long time and to was so nice to write them again!! All reblogs and replies are greatly appreciated <3 Love you all 🖤✨

Ao3 Fic Masterpost Fic Request Info

Virgil could feel flour beneath his nails, the warm dough under his hands, his arms moving automatically in the comforting, repetitive shifts of kneading bread. The bakery was like a second home to him but, more specifically, he loved the kitchen. He loved the whole cafe but the front wasn’t where he belonged— Logan and Janus took care of that— but this world of warmth and sweetness and soft scents, that was his.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, they just didn’t seem to click. It seemed like he was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or missing some social cue that was apparently obvious to everyone else but invisible to him. No, Virgil loved people and he loved to share what he made with them; it was just a lot lower stress to work behind the scenes.

So he surprised even himself when he agreed to run both the front and the back of the cafe for the night. Maybe it was Logan’s promise that nobody came in on a weekday in the late evening. Maybe it was Janus’ bribe that he would make Virgil an extra special mocha coffee tomorrow. Maybe it was the combined power of their pleading eyes. Whatever the case, Virgil found himself alone in the cafe on a late Wednesday evening, with nothing but his hands and his work for company.

Logan had been right— Virgil hadn’t seen a customer since his shift started at 7:00 and as the time stretched forward, it began to seem less and less likely that some would order a coffee this late at night.

When the door chime ran at 10 pm, Virgil was half-expecting it to be Logan or Janus stopping by to see how he was doing (and probably to steal a jam-filled cookie or two).

Virgil walked into the front of the store to say hello but was instead faced by a stranger. They had a round face with large blue eyes and a mop of curly blond hair sweeping down their forehead— their face wasn’t ringing any bells. But Virgil didn’t really know the customer’s; he knew their orders .

He quirked an eyebrow as went down the list of regular customers this stranger could be and began taking guesses, “A dozen maple doughnut bars?”

“Um, no actually I want—” Their voice was soft but had a gravely quality that bite at the ends of their words. The voice was unfamiliar to Virgil but for some reason, he wanted to hear it more.

“Hmm, a ciabatta loaf and three everything bagels?”

“No… I was hoping you had—”

“Oh, I know! A loaf of rye, a loaf of pumpernickel, and a loaf of sourdough?”

The stranger began laughing. It was a nice laugh, Virgil guessed, but he couldn’t figure out what was so funny. He could feel his cheeks beginning to turn red; he had said something wrong again, hadn’t he?

They stopped laughing long enough to flash Virgil a bright, amused smile, “Are you going to keep guessing the entire night until you get my order right?”

The customer didn’t seem mad, he wasn’t even laughing at Virgil; he was laughing… because of Virgil? Virgil had made them laugh and that felt very very different than being laughed at. Their laughs ran through the empty little dining area and bounced off the display case, almost entirely empty by this time of day. Their laughs made Virgil feel good, even if he didn’t quite understand what was so funny.

Virgil let himself take another look at the person in front of him. There was a warm, sweet sensation beginning to flutter in his stomach and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

The customer was cute, no doubt about it. They were wearing large, round-framed glasses, nearly as gold as their hair. Behind the glasses, their eyes were one of the bluest blue Virgil had ever seen— like water drawn in a saturated kid’s cartoon. They were wearing a blue top tucked into a white pleated skirt and white mary-jane shoes. The skirt had attached suspender straps, one of which had a small pin on it. Looking closer, Virgil realized the pin was a small transgender pride flag with the pronouns “he/him” stamped over it. Ok, so the customer was a he ; and he was really, really cute.

Virgil tried to snap his mind back on focus. The man in front of him had stopped laughing but was still looking at him with a soft, somewhat lopsided smile.

Virgil looked down at his hands, feeling like making eye contact with this person was just a little too much right now. He cleared his throat, “So, uh, do you want to order something?”

“No, I actually was just planning on standing here for the rest of the night.”

“Really?” Virgil could feel his eyebrows furrowing together.

“No, no,” He stepped closer to the counter Virgil was behind, “I was just joking, sweetheart.”

Sometimes Virgil had a hard time catching social cues but the way he said “sweetheart” held too much kindness and sincerity for Virgil to miss its meaning. Virgil’s blush grew to a deep crimson.

He walked all the way to the counter so he and Virgil were only a foot apart. Virgil wasn’t sure if he wanted to flirt with him or run away to the kitchen. Somehow, putting a stove fire out seemed easier than talking to this customer.

Virgil shook his hands below the counter, hoping stimming would help release all of the energy and feelings bouncing around in his body. He tried to remember what Logan had told him in case customers did come in; there were specifically steps Logan was very particular about, “Could I get a name for your order?”

“Of course! My name’s Patton!”

God, even his name is cute.

“Your name’s Virgil?”

Virgil glanced down at his name tag as if he needed reminding of what it said. He nodded in confirmation of Patton’s question.

“That’s such a pretty name,” Patton’s smile reminded him of opening an oven door on a cold day, the warmth and sweetness rolling over him in waves. He felt like he was melting.

Patton’s eyes wandered over the menu board, licking his lips absentmindedly as he tried to make a decision. Virgil wished he could stop looking at his lips.

Finally he looked back over at Virgil, “Could I get three muffins—”

“Uh huh,” Virgil nodded as he jotted the words down on the receipt the way Logan had asked him to.

“—and, uh,” Patton leaned forward even a little closer, “Could I get your number?”

Virgil forgot how to talk in that moment, feelings of happiness practically vibrating through him. He wouldn’t be surprised if he just exploded, just nodding his head to answer Patton like his life depended on it.

Virgil moved as if he were in a dream, packaging the muffins as Patton paid. He felt like the planet’s gravity had suddenly been turned down and he was floating a few inches off the ground. He quickly scribbled his phone number on the bag before handing it to Patton.

“Oh! I almost forgot something!”

Virgil quirked an eyebrow at Patton’s exclamation, “You did?”

“Yeah! Your tip for such great service.”

“No, no you already gave a tip. See, it’s on your receipt beneath—”

Virgil froze as Patton leaned forward and planted a kiss on Virgil’s cheek.

“There! Extra tip for being so cute,” Patton gave him that lovely, warm smile before turning with a wave and walking out of the bakery.

Virgil sank to the floor, disregarding whether or not that was a health code violation. He didn’t care about that right now. His face was tingling and his heart was racing and he felt out of breath. He clapped his hands together, happy stims taking over for a moment as he processed the interaction he had just had with the cutest boy he had ever seen. Maybe working in the front of the bakery had its own benefits…

Virgil couldn’t stop smiling.

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hanazou · 3 years

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So um .. I just recently found your blog and even though you haven't written that much but you really have a unique writing style and I'm in love 🥺💞 .

So may I please request fyodor and/or sigma headcanons or scenario (whatever you're feeling comfortable with ) being on a date with their s/o and getting lost somewhere trying to find their way back home ? I mean it's just so adorable and been on my mind for a while.

And thank you 💚

𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭.

— how did you end up here? getting lost wasn't on the agenda.

Book : Fyodor | Sigma

Genre : Fluff with romance or implied romance

Category: Scenario

Word count : 0.8K | 1K

Bookshelves : Leatherbound

Note : I love this request! Thank you so, SO much for requesting Fyodor and Sigma! Truthfully these are far from being my best works, but I hope you enjoy this, love! It took me a while since I had to make sure these are in-character :") Thank you for the patience!

I hope you enjoy these! 💛

“This is quite the view,” Fyodor smiles to himself, fingers treading around his chin like creeping vines. “Yokohama has a sophistication to it after all.”

“Fyodor,” His name from your mouth rolls out slower compared to the cars on the road near you both to give the impression that your patience is unscathed. “We’re lost.”

Yokohama isn’t too huge of a prefecture for you and Fyodor to get lost in while exploring for the sake of the upcoming Cannibalism scheme, but since you both insist to check out even the smallest of details because one can never be too perfect, exploring took the whole day. Outlining the landmarks on a map would have sufficed, but you and Fyodor agreed that travelling in first-person is more helpful in discovering things that can trick the enemies, and that agreement led you travelling together.

It wasn’t hard for someone to get drunk in this cozy atmosphere and forget why they were here, especially if they’re with someone they trust and are fond of. For you, that person happens to be this pale and sickly genius.

The foreign building structures, the bustling unfamiliar crowd, the compact scent from street food vendors you've never tasted, and the crunch of dry leaves under your feet, they are all different from home, but the striking allure and exoticness are undeniable. Hence, you and Fyodor lost track of time and direction. Not to mention his needy eye for aesthetic slows down the pace.

You don’t want to say this aloud, but this atmosphere and mood, doesn’t it feel like going on a date?

Never mind that—you both were having too much fun brainstorming for ideas, too many alleys to check out, too many manholes to note, too many dead ends to utilize for you to recognize both of you have strayed off the planned route. On the bright side is, Fyodor found the ideal, secluded, dead-end alley for him to station his sniper to attack a certain detective, but the bad side is, while chatting with him about how and where to allocate your pawns, you and Fyodor didn’t pay attention to where you’re going.

Where in Yokohama are you now?

Neither of you planned to walk this far around the prefecture, so you can’t pinpoint your position on the map inside your pocket.

“I have great confidence in my memory,” Fyodor gazes around. “I can find our way back.”

“Then why are we still here after—” you look at your watch. “—half an hour?”

“I thought that while having the opportunity, we should take our time to know this area better. There’s artistry in any form of structure even in those we will decimate soon.” He pivots his head to you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

He sounds like he’s beating around the bush. He won’t admit he got both of you lost.

You hum. “You still don’t know where we are,” You bring the focus back to your point. “Let me take my turn navigating our way back home,” You reach for the minimap in your pocket. “You’ve had your share of getting us lost.”

You wonder how in the world a prodigy like Fyodor affords to get lost. You consider the possibility of him being distracted by this little trip (that feels like a date) itself since you caught yourself doing that, but you shake off that thought. You ought to stop being delusional.

“As you wish,” He smiles at your proposal. “But only because you insist.”

You make wild guesses of your current position by observing the buildings and shops, try to figure out where you are on the map, and take the lead in guiding yourself and Fyodor back. He follows your headship without any protests, taking the same turn as you elegantly.

You catch Fyodor also observing the map with you while he matches his legs in coordination with yours. His eyes turn to you and his raised dark brows ask you why you’re staring at him.

“Is it because you’re not confident I can take us back that you’re watching the map with such focus?” You bait, half smiling.

You want him to admit that he trusts you. It’s a pleasant feeling, hearing someone like him value your judgement.

He made a soft chortle from his chest. “Impossible, my dear,” Fyodor says.

He stops in his tracks.

The sudden halt makes you pause too, and you lower the map to look at his whole face.

You jolt when he takes your hand with his icy pale fingers, guiding your palm to rest on his chest. His coolness mixing with your warmth creates a perfect state of equilibrium that mirrors both your difference yet similarity with him.

“I simply enjoy our mundane little detour.” His voice's vibration from his chest rumbles your hand. His smile is like cotton, but the sharp violet in his eyes holds power over you. “Allow my heartbeat to be the witness of honesty in my words.”

His heartbeat thumps in an orderly calming pattern, his chilly skin still sheathing your hand to press it against his chest.

Ah.

So maybe getting lost isn’t so bad after all.

Your eyebrows quirk when you notice the same scenery outside the car window, forehead matted against the cold glass. “Are you sure this is the right way?”

Sigma’s lips tense down, still staring at the road ahead. “Uhm, yes?” His eyes dart at you for one second.

The two of you, Sigma and yourself, are on your way to visit the last potential location for Sky Casino to expand its branch down below. He demonstrated more than enough faith in your judgement when he invited you to travel to the cities under the sky, offering you a ride in his lavish car. If it were with another person, you wouldn’t see too much into this situation. But with Sigma, it’s a whole different story.

It was the having a luncheon together in a prestigious restaurant of a five star resort with him ordering the best dish for you with a warm smile when he described your order to the waiter. Another being his gentlemanly mannerism, he made a shallow bow when allowing you into his car and opened the door for you, also holding your hand as you got in. The hospitality and elegance from his demeanour excites your heartbeat.

In Sky Casino, he may be your employer and you his employee, but with just the two of you, he makes you feel like the most treasured royalty.

Sigma clears his throat, his fist in front of his mouth while the other around the steering wheel. “I’m certain I’ve memorized every route for the casino’s potential branches.” He glances at the note on the dashboard where the addresses are.

You raise your eyebrows seeing a tower ahead. “And I’m certain we’ve passed that tower in front of us at least twice.”

The expression Sigma makes is made of mild surprise, frustration, and gloom.

"Let's face it," You slouch down your seat. "We're lost."

Sigma repeatedly looks from the scribbled map on the dashboard to the road back and forth, fingers squeezing the wheel in uneasiness. “I could’ve sworn we took the right turn this time…”

Your shoulders deflate at the expression Sigma makes. You feel bad for putting it bluntly. “How about I drive while asking for directions from the locals? You must be tired since we’ve been travelling for hours.”

His head turns swiftly at you, long dual-coloured hair whishing. “You know where we are?” He asks before quickly turning his sight back to the road, stealing glances.

“Not exactly, but I’m familiar with the local dialect and I can ask for directions easily.”

The hesitation and disappointment are still evident on Sigma’s face. You purse your lips, hesitant in how to phrase your next words. “Employers employ people to be assisted with the workload and to have someone to share concerns with. I’m not here just for you to treat me like royalty, I’m also here to assist you.”

Sigma huffs a smile, taking chances to look at your face now and then. “Do you mind the treatment for a royalty?”

“No.” You deny a little too fast. You clear your throat, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. “Absolutely not,” You speak slower. “But even royalties have to give back, right?”

He fails to hide his laughter. He sounds so free, unrestrained, and possibly the most relaxed that day, making your cheeks swell with a prideful smile. As long as he gets to laugh, you don't mind sounding silly. “By asking for directions while talking using a local dialect?” He asks.

Sigma lightly giggles. “Alright, you win.” He slows down the car, eyeing the rear mirror to make a quick stop at the side of the road. “I’m afraid to crash us from feeling exhausted anyways.”

He makes a parallel park and the car comes to a full stop, engine still smoothly running and vibrating the interior.

You ruffle his silky dual-coloured hair as smooth as the leather seat. “Don’t be too hard on yourself,” You say, tinting his cheeks pink. “Allow me to treat you like royalty from now on.”

When you retract your hand, Sigma’s head automatically follows with the yearning to get more touch.

Your eyes enlarge and so does his. He whirls away, hands hiding his face. Loud and uncontrolled laughter erupts from your belly despite you covering your mouth to tone it down. You want to stop—but your chest keeps heaving out the joy, raising your shoulders to your ears.

Sigma shrinks in embarrassment, his long hair curtaining his face as he buries his head to his knees. He looks like a tulip in that driver’s seat. With his fair pale skin, even from your distance you can see the red on his face. “Please don’t tell anyone about it…” His voice can be barely distinguished from your untamed laugh.

“The secret’s safe with me.” You wipe a tear as your laughter slows down. You exhale a wide smile, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Alright, let’s switch now before the sun sets.”

“Wait!” Sigma springs out from his position and hurries his hand to land on yours before you open your door. You tilt your head, and he responds with “Don’t open the door yet.”

He dashes out and jogs to get to your side of the car. He opens your door and stands on the side with a shallow bow, his empty hand offered to you. You stifle a giggle when you accept his hand that gently helps you up until you fully stand outside.

You grin for the umpteenth time at Sigma’s chivalry that reminds you of the demonstration of romance during the regency era. It’s simple things like this that boosts your confidence and comfort around him. You can definitely get used to this.

That is until Sigma’s bow deepens so his lips kiss your hand.

You tense. You expected a normal escort when stepping out. The unforeseen princely kiss and his smile send you on haywire—why are you even there? Why did you go all this way into an unfamiliar city? Just to get kissed? To have him act like your Prince? Why is he even kissing you?

“Even without disembarking a journey I still get lost in your touch and laughter.” He straightens his body, elevating your hand to stay on his lips and chin. You feel his breath on your skin. “Thank you for giving me the honour of getting lost with you.”

Then you remember.

You're there to be with him.

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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Go to Sleep

Kanene’s note: Gosh, having a schedule is weird. I just wanna post everything I already wrote and ramble non stop about it asdfgtyujkigfdo. XD

Well, this was suppose to be a drabble, but it’s very long so sdftyujikgfred. I hope you like it!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders from the serie Sanders Sides.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. If you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Virgil with Ler!Roman. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Listen a bit to the birds today. Changing the way you think is not a bad thing. Drink water, sleep, eat and love!

[~*~]

Roman growled, missing by a few inches the button of his thunderous, infuriating alarm before finally hitting it. Staring and blinking lazily at the numbers his brain struggled to discern and recognize, only to confirm it was really time to wake up and start the day. He grabbed his pillow and squeezed it with all the strength he could muster, rolling from one side to other on the mattress, trying to wake up his body as quick as his mind and almost falling from the bed a reasonable number of times during the process.

He got up, yawing, stretching and humming as the first lyrics of the day stuck on his head, hand rubbing at his eyes as he followed the kitchen’s direction with slow steps and tired sways on the beat of the song.

Two dark, wide eyes stared right back at him, their owner completely frozen on the spot with his hand inside the cabinet, probably already holding some sort of a snack. Roman also stopped mid-step, gears running inside his mind, gaze locked on the other, his brow progressively furrowing.

“Virgil,” he began, voice slightly hoarse “What the heckty heck are you doing up? It’s barely seven in the morning!” Virgil only stared back, slowly closing the cabinet’s door, as if afraid the movement would startle the other. Roman proceeded to get some eggs and other cold ingredients from the refrigerator for the breakfast, his words growing more awake and vivid as they spilled with no filter or whatsoever from his lips. “You got an early shift again or something? Those are absolutely hellish. A bunch of people exhausted, tired and glaring at you as if you are the holder of all their problems and their solutions can only be achieved by being insufferable pieces of- Urg. I can’t believe they would give you one right after you got the night one. Damn, I didn’t even see you arriving here yesterday!”

He turned his attention back at the other, looking for a kind of frustration in the place of the still startled, wide gaze which continued to be directed at him. Virgil nodded slowly, stepping away and putting some physical distance between him and the confusion on Roman’s features.

Then, between the strings of sleepiness that clouded his brain, it clicked.

Suddenly more details on the other’s behavior started to become clearer: the way Virgil’s hair was messier than his usual ““style”” (Roman scoffed mentally, thinking that if he rolled his eyes any harder they would never come back to his normal place again), his wary, yes, but way too much slow movements, the way he seemed to be unable to stop blinking at every millisecond and, above it all, the final piece of the puzzle.

Virgil wasn’t wearing his pajamas.

“YOU DIDN’T!” Roman gasped, as if Virgil’s life choices were a personal attack. “YOU DIDN’T GET ANY SLEEP LAST NIGHT!!” A turn of heels and he was again fixating his glare on the other, his free hand accusingly pointing in his direction, receiving an annoyed hiss as immediate answer.

“Shut up!” Virgil snarled, practically growling back at him. “It’s fucking seven am don’t be so freaking loud.”

“Don’t change the subject! Why didn’t you go to sleep?”

The one being questioned just snorted, half amused. “Bold of you to assume I’d ever sleep in my whole life.”

“That is it.” Virgil didn’t even have the time to wonder the meaning of his friend’s sentence before the aforementioned picked him up, resulting to a not very contained shriek escaping from his lips and his hands not much gracefully – or gently, although since they were keen on just jumping on each other out of nowhere to play fight Princey would be fine - meeting his friend’s face.

“Roman! What the he-”

“Did you just SLAP me? My beautiful face?! Before my own beautiful eyes??” Virgil Storm always got, even if he would never admit this out loud, surprised with Roman’s capacity of doing a series of offended incoherent noises which evolved to words before being carefully metamorphosed in weird noises all over again, and in the end still managing to form comprehensible sentences. His surprise did nothing to quell the grumpy snark immediately flying from lips, though.

“And I’m going to do it again if you don’t let me go in this exact instant.”

“You go and try to help and that is the acknowledgement you get,” The one wearing pajamas with little crows printed on it huffed, mumbling in a lower tone as he noticed the sharp gaze being thrown in his direction. “fucking unbelievable.”

“I still can hear you, Princey. You’re literally carrying me.”

“I sTiLL cAn HeAr yOu-OW! Ow! Ow!” The sentence was interrupted when the sleep deprived one punched Roman’s shoulder. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Let me fucking gAAH!” In a way his wish was granted, one could say as they watched his protest being cut as Storm was impolitely tossed on his bed, Roman quickly following his friend on the mattress, arms hugging him from behind, and physically preventing him from escaping his current soft predicament. “Prince, you’re dead.”

“Shhh, no talking. We’re sleeping.”

“We are not. You are being a pain in ass and I am about to defenestrate you.” Despite his fervent protests, his sharp, flaming glare began to lose its heat, his body not doing any actual effort to free himself from the other’s – strong, good - grip, muscles starting to relax against the great warmth involving him in a comfortable and secure blanket.

“Sure, sure, mister Grumpy Pants, you can do that when you wake up.” He tightened a bit his hold around Virgil, yet being the most careful as possible, actively ignoring the annoyed hiss his friend gave him. His hoodie was really fluffy at the touch, slightly remembering his stuffed animals he frequently hugged to sleep.

For a moment, everything was pleasantly quiet. The one with smudged makeup, since he hadn’t time to get it off before being trapped by his roommate and best friend, felt the tiredness becoming sleepiness as the seconds went by.

…That was until an electric sensation shot across his spine, leading him to almost jump in the same place

“S-stop nuzzling me!”

“Hm? Oh sorry.” Virgil pressed his lips tightly closed, preventing the wobbly giggles to escape as Roman speaks, not realizing how close his mouth was from the base of his neck, every breath sending tickly shocks across every nerve. “You’re just too much sooooft.”

Roman opened an eye when realized that no snark remark from the other followed his words, the figure in his arms shaking too much to be asleep. A frown painted his feature as he readjusted the position of his hands, trying to get a bit more of balance to look at Virgil’s face when suddenly a high-pitched yelp escaped, cutting the air and immediately catching their attention.

“Did you just squeal?” He questioned as his glare assumed a playful shine seeing a blush spread on his now frozen friend.

“It was NOT a squeal! It was a yelp.” Virgil’s words came so fast that they almost tripped on themselves. Roman snorted, a smile taking over his face. “Get off me!” and, in the moment the one wearing a hoodie tried to pry his hand from the spot on his right side where it was resting, the pieces finally clicked in the right place and his smile quickly submerged, giving space to a smirk.

‘No WAY Doctor Doom and Gloom is ticklish!’

However, the red lover only blinked as the true personification of innocence and naiveness, his hand firm in its place, fingers starting to slowly move, light pokes being delivered on the sensitive skin. “But why that, Knight Mare? It’s cold and all I could ever want is just to hug my bestest friend!”

“You already hugged me, now go aWAY!” His voice trembled in the last second, the exact moment his thumb experimentally scratched the spot right under the lowest ribs, leading a surprised squeak to leave Virgil’s mouth.

They both stared at each other, gleaming, filling their wide eyes.

“No.” Virgil said, trying to squirm away but finding himself stuck between Prince and the wall. Roman didn’t even attempt to hide his smug grin, anymore. This was going to be so much fun

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you freaking dare!!” His friend only laid down again, now carefully, yet firmly, pulling him one more time against his chest, growling playfully. Years and years fighting for the Tickle Monster title on his family, battles and battles against Remus only sharpening his skills, which showed by the way his fingers seemed to find every single weak spot on Virgil’s skin, wiggles, scribbles, pokes and scratching exploring everywhere. “No! Nononono! You fucker, you moron, you bitch, you-” A few chuckles cut his curses as he one wearing pajamas squeezed his side a couple of times, the tip of his fingers also teasing his ticklish stomach. “Roman!!”

“No, no, my so dear, so ticklish, friend. Roman is no longer here, this is…” He paused for a dramatic effect, basically beaming at the giggly giggles and wiggly wiggles from the other. He shoved his face on his neck, the next words vibrating almost as bad as the spidering on his ribs. “The Tickle Monster!!”

#Cursing #This is inspired on a meme I saw that was basically two beans staring each other like ':0' with the legend 'Me waking up at 5 AM' and-#- 'My roomate going to sleep at 5 AM'#Idk why but this is so funny to me xDDD #I will probably use that exact scenario in others fics in the future #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Art #I couldn't write the tickles here for some reason xDD Honestly if someone want to continue the idea/fic pls feel free to!#I really like this idea xP

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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Special Birthday Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: DDs: it’s your birthday and unfortunately, you and Sebastian/Bucky had a fight a few days ago and still aren’t talking. There’s a delivery of a large bouquet of flowers from your partner but the note attached makes you anxious he’s hinting for a breakup. How do you make up when you learn the note was just worded incorrectly?

Warnings: Angst, lots of tension, fluff, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,466 (Yikes!)

Authors Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Extended Drunk Drabbles! A really really big thank you to my tumblrmama @hawksmagnolia for your help with this prompt! Couldn’t have finished it without you!!

Happy birthday sweetheart!!! Hope you have a great day!

Many kisses Y/N! Have a fantastic day!

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy birthday, you beautiful human!

The birthday messages kept pouring in from your friends and family. Everyone close to you had wished you a happy birthday, everyone except Bucky.

The atmosphere in your tiny single bedroom apartment was uncomfortably thick. Even his Avenger friends picked up on the tension as soon as they had walked into the space.

The two of you had had a pretty heated fight a week ago about his continued grumpiness. Bucky was tired, you understood that since he’s been working so much, but his short patience with you was making you crazy. It seemed he bit your head off every time you opened your mouth. You were officially done with his surly mood so you chose to put him in his place, warning him that if he didn’t stop talking to you like that then he shouldn’t bother talking to you at all.

Since that day, he has chosen the latter and hasn’t spoken to you since. Whenever you and Bucky have fought in the past, one of you would usually break the silence after an hour. You kept expecting him to try and fix things, like apologise for his hostile remarks but nothing. You feared this was the end of your relationship, that this was his way of breaking up without saying it.

It was like two strangers under the same roof. You still shared the same bed, but at different times. You cooked and ate your own meals separately and spent most of the day in a different room away from each other.

But today was your birthday and while you were really happy to receive such beautiful messages from those who loved you, the memory of your angry outburst and his silence sat heavily on top of your shoulders. Just knowing that you and Bucky weren’t okay was making it difficult to enjoy your day.

A sudden knock echoes throughout the apartment startles you and your head jerks to the door in the hopes to hear Bucky striding to answer it. When you hear nothing after a couple of heartbeats another loud knock comes. You huff in frustration and stomp towards the door. You hadn’t heard Bucky leave the apartment and knew he was here somewhere. He had come in very early this morning and you assumed he’d crashed on the couch. You’d been hiding in the bedroom, hoping the door would muffle any tears.

Would it really be such an inconvenience for him to answer the damn door?

You yank the door open with more force than you intended to use and your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. A delivery man in brown uniform stood in front of you holding a beautifully wrapped large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Good afternoon ma’am! Are you Miss Y/L/N?”

You nodded. “Um yes, that’s me.”

“Great. I’ve got a delivery for you from Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.” Hearing his full name caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“Oh.” You blew out a surprised breath. He’d bought you flowers for your birthday? Your excitement died a bit and you swallowed a knot in your throat realizing he could have ordered them well before your fight.

The man clears his throat and you blink at him. It’s then you realize that he’s holding the flowers out for you to take them. You take them gracefully as possible, quickly scribbling your name down on the piece of paper and nudging the door closed with your foot.

Setting the flowers down on the side in the kitchen, you go on a hunt for a big enough vase to fit the bunch. As you’re about to turn away, you see a note wedged between the petals from your peripheral vision.

Plucking the note between your fingers, your eyes scanning over the words printed on the back of it.

My love, I’m wishing you the happiest of birthdays. May the light guide your loneliness in your future adventures.

Yours, Bucky

What the absolute fuck did that mean? Your eyebrows furrow as you re-read it over and over and it still does not make any sense in your mind. Was he seriously hinting of a breakup with you? On your birthday of all days?!

Tossing the card on the kitchen counter, you take a step back and rub your temples. Tears were pooling in your eyes with the fear of what it meant.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked from behind you. The first three words he has spoken since your fight and his voice sounds almost foreign to you now. “Did you not like my flowers?” His voice was deep and raspy, as though he just woken up from his nap. You sensed some guilt there too.

“They are nice.” You breathed, keeping your eyes closed as your heart raced. This was truly the shittiest of birthdays you’ve ever had.

“Y/N.” You could feel his body heat in front of you, his footsteps were silent thanks to his experience as an assassin. His large hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled them away from your face. Tears slid down your cheeks and you averted your gaze everywhere but on him.

“Are you breaking up with me?” The words rolled off your tongue before you could swallow them down. Might as well give the shitty day a high five and get it over with.

For a moment, Bucky looks stunned. It’s quickly replaced with confusion as his brows knit together. “Of course not! We’re adults here, I know we can and will fix it. It was just a stupid little fig-”

“Then why word the note the way you did? What the fuck does it even mean? You make it sound like I’m going into my future alone without you. And today of all days, Bucky! It’s my fucking birthday and I can’t believe you’d do this!”

The crease between his eyebrows deepens and now he’s more confused by what you meant. “What note are you talking about, doll?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes, the leftover anger from your fight and frustration of the week of silent treatment coming to the surface. You stepped around his large frame and almost punched the card into his chest.

He read over the note and you took mental notes of his expressions. Confusion that was replaced by anger. His nostrils flared as he ripped the card up and threw the pieces on the floor.

“I didn’t write that. That’s not even close to what I told the girl to write.” He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What do you mean?”

“The girl at the flower shop has this weird crush on me. I told her what I wanted the writing to say and that was not it and clearly she fucked it up deliberately.”

You looked at each other and soon it became a staring contest. A small smile fighting its way to your lips and you shift under his intense gaze.

“Y/N.” He whispered, stepping closer. “I promise baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I wouldn’t even dream of it. I know we haven’t talked this past week and believe me, it killed me. I had to keep fighting the urge to curl into you at night and wrap you in my arms. I’m so sorry for my moods and I promise I’ll get my shit together. And believe me, that girl who sabotaged that note will not get away with it.”

This time a smile did find its way to your lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He planted a kiss on top of your head and held you close, as though he was afraid you’d turn to dust.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He sighed. His breath fanning against your hair as he spoke.

“I love you too.” You craned your neck upwards and smiled. He kissed the tip of your nose and darted his tongue out to lick his dry lips.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered. Your chin resting against this broad chest. A goofy grin appears on his face and you already know the next words that will leave his lips.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I have a lot of making up to do. But since I didn’t give you your special birthday gift this morning, how about I give it to you now?”

“You better make sure it’s extra special.”

“Extra special for my special girl, coming right up.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you straight into the bedroom.

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