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droopywrites · 7 months

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did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

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bitterkarella · 1 year

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Midnight Pals: Blueberry Critical

Stephen King: submitted for the- JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: I’d like to introduce you all to my favorite terf deatheater Rowling: Kathleen ssssstock Clive Barker: why Poe: clive that’s- Poe: actually yeah why

JK Rowling: I just thought sssshe had ssssome interessssting thoughtsss to share Barker: literally why would you think that Barker: why would you ever think that Barker: why are you even here Rowling: tell them what you told me about the blueberriessss Barker: Barker: what about the blueberries Roald Dahl: blueberries you say??????

Kathleen Stock: I can’t believe people would dare criticize me online Stock: holding my own words against me… Stock: that’s EXACTLY what the naughty kids in Charlie and the chocolate factory would do Dahl: Stock: I mean Stock: just think about it Dahl: Dahl: ok sure why not

Stock: god, all those trans people Stock: I’d like to see THEM get blueberrified Dahl: ee hee hee Stock: just completely filled up with juice Dahl: ee hee heeeee Stock: just burstingly, sloshingly full of juice Dahl: eeeee heee heeeee

Stock: god I’d like to see them just inflate with juice until they’re SO stretched and tight, their skin tingling with exquisite fullness Dahl: eeeee heeee heeeee JK Rowling: well they’re really getting along, I’ll jusssst leave you lot to it Poe: wait no- Poe: oh son of a bitch

Stock: I’m so mad at trans people, I just wish I could blueberrify every single one Stock: not as a sexual thing tho, I just think it would be interesting Dahl: oh yeah yeah definitely just interesting Dahl: and funny Dahl: I just think it would be SO funny Stock: oh yes funny

Dahl: what’s your deviantart handle Stock: [eyes shifting] why would you think I’m on deviantart Dahl: I’m xxxeverblastingcumpopperxxx24_7 Stock: Stock: [quietly] adult_female_juiceblimp85

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #jk rowling #kathleen stock #clive barker #stephen king #edgar allan poe #roald dahl

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Hey Luta!

New Dom anon here again back to scream at you about the latest LITA ep.

I think my fave scene this week was when Payu went to find Rain after he left his house. When Payu comes into Rain’s room and scolds him for leaving I was like YES: because your Payu’s now and your Payu’s to take of and you were sick and you had the audacity to leave without asking permission! I’d be worried and so so mad - so Payu’s reaction made total sense to me.

I also liked the scene at the restaurant when Payu pretends to be jealous about Ple to get attention and to get Rain fawning over him heee!!!

I like these scenes because I think they explain for me a lot of my feelings and needs as a Dom. Needing to take of and also control someone but also enjoying the attentive affection, feeling like you have that person exactly where you want them and omg the BEGGING. Does that make sense? I’d be interested to hear your thoughts/experiences whatever you are happy sharing.

Can’t wait for episode 6!!

Hey Hey Baby Dom!!!

I honestly really enjoyed do much of it. The begging was my favorite. I adore begging.

I also adored the fact that once established and cemented, Payu felt more secure. Which really showed in his behavior change.

There are so many details they are getting right. It's really hard to name them all. All together they are doing a fantastic job.

I'm really looking forward to the next one too! 💜💜💜

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ennaku-sirri-da · 1 year

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EDIT: I removed the "W"'s because it felt too unnecessary

K IM DROPPING ONE MORE HC AND NAPPING MY GOD FASTING( FOR RAMZAN) IS MAKING ME SO GODDAMN HUNGY

Plain text: K I'm dropping one more HC AND napping my god fasting( for ramzan) is making me so goddamn hungry

CONSIDER: Putunia also picking up Habit's speech patterns.

I wrote a little something like this a while back actually. I don't want to post the whole thing but here's excerpts. For some context here- Buddy and Rose( me and my friends OCs, a Habitician and a Flower Kid, a dubiously humanlike cat person and a rose-flower nymph. ) can't figure out what Habit is( cryptid, cartoon, evil, misguided, vampire, human?) so they go around asking every Habitican about him. Keep in mind this is an AU so it has NON- CANON elements.

Also TBH everything I've written here doesn't necessarily have to be AU canon because I'm putting it on indefinite pause...so IDK, man. But I still thought it's neat enough to share.

Here's Putunia's take...(not the whole thing, which I won't be posting ) I'll provide plaintext under the cut!

Setting: We've just questioned the punchiest kid around, who is now officially Regaling us around a campfire, her midnight cape blowing as the fire lights her acting-out up in brush strokes of orange, red and yellow against the dark sky.

THE MENACE!!!!

SHHH.

SHOOSH SHUSH. BE VARY QUIET NOW BIG KID AND BIG KITTY WITTY

HE HEARS

ALL

BEEG COTTON FLUFFY EARS

LIKE THE EVIL DRAGON!

IN LEETLE RED RIDING HOOD

"ALLLL THE BETTERRRR TO HEARR YOU WITH MY DEARRRR-IEEE!!!"

GOODNESS GOODERESTNESS!!! WHAT BEEGBEEG HANDS YOU HAVE!

"THE BEEEETTERRRR TO HUGGGG YOU WITHHH MY DEARRR-IEEE!!~~~"

AND

AND!!!

DONT JUMP SCAREDY KITTY!! HEE HEEE!! ITS JUST A STORY!

FLOWER POWER HERO #2 ROSE IS A WEAK LITTLE BABY. MORE BABIE THAN ME. HE CAN'T CARRY YOU!

ANYWAY

*clears throat* HURRUFF-HUR-AHEH-AHEH

OHKAY! SO!

THE MOST SPINE-BURNING, AFFRIGHTENING, CHICKENS WILL EXPLODED, HERRORIZING PART!

AT THE MOMENT

YOU ARE LEAST EXPECTATING

"GRANDMAMMMAAA DEAR!! WHAT SHARRRPPP TEEFS YOU HAVE!"

HE!

JUMPS!!!!

BEEG

BEEG MOUTH OPEN AT YOU

LAUGHING! SNORTING! BWA HA HA HA! SO BRIGHT!

FIRE BALL

BEEG ONE!! WOWWWWW

[ skip excerpt..]

RUN!

HEE HEE. SILL-EE BUTTI. BUDY. BUDDEDY. DONT BE A PUSSYILANIMOUS NOW.

YOU NEED TO BE BRAVE! [...] DONT CRY! NEVER CRY! BE STRONG! GOOD GIRL! GOOD GIRL! COME HERE TO ME! I WIN!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

YOU TWO FLOWER HEROES WILL ALSO WIN

WHEN HE SAYING

"ALLLL THE BETTER TO EATTTTT YOU WITH!!!!!!!" SCREAM!!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

PUTUNIA THE MIDNIGHT PETUNIA KNIGHT ALSO KNOWS ALL! LIKE THE MENACE. BUT SHE IS GOOD. A VERY GOOD LITTLE GIRLIE.

THATS WHAT MAMA MENACE HABIT TOLDEN ME!

HES ALWAYS ALWAYS TELLING ME THAT SOMETIMES I GET BORED AND HIT HIM SOFT THUMP ON HIS SILLY HEAD SO HE STOPS SAY-SAY

SOOOO LONG TIME! ITS HORRIBLE! I LUVER MY MUMMY SO MUCH! BAD! VERY BAD! HES HURTING ALL! YOU! ME! BUDDY!

TALKING YAKKING PUPPET PAPPING BLAPALAPPING SINCE HE STEALED ME AWAY FROM THE BAD PARENTS IN MY SEVENTH FOSTER HOME AT SCARY DARK NIGHT WHEN HE SINGY-SINGY BEAUTIFUL SONG AND I WAS SLEEPY SEEPY ME ZZZZZ......

ZZZZ...

SNORT

HES...A ....MAMA...DRAGON...EVIL.....WARM...WINGS....BEG...BEEG.....

ZZZ

BLOOP.

( She's asleep. )

❤️❤️❤️

( three red hearts divider )

I have a WHOLE THING about Habit and dragons hopefully I'll have the energy later to provide more HSSJK

On a lighter note than this what aboutttt:

:- ) [ Smile emote with straight nose showing Habit ] ----> to :O ) ( Smile emote with big O nose showing Putunia )

Plaintext under the cut!

The Menace!!!!

Shhh.

Shoosh shush. Be vary quiet now big kid and big kitty witty

He hears

All

Beeg cotton fluffy ears

Like the evil dragon!

In leetle red riding hwood

"Allll the betterrrr to hearr you with my dearrrr-ieee!!!"

Goodness gooderestness!!! What beegbeeg hands you have!

"The beeeetterrrr to hugggg you withhh my dearrr-ieee!!~~~"

And

And!!!

Dont jump scaredy kitty!! Hee heee!! Its just a story!

Flower power hero #2 rose is a weak little baby. More babie than me. He can't carry you!

Anyway

*clears throat* hurruff-hur-aheh-aheh

Ohkay! So!

The most spine-burning, affrightening, chickens will exploded, herrorizing part!

At the moment

You are least expectating

"Grandmammmaaa dear!! What sharrrppp teefs you have!"

He!

Jumps!!!!

Beeg

Beeg mouth open at you

Laughing! Snorting! Bwa ha ha ha! So bright!

Fire ball

Beeg one!! Wowwwww

[ skip excerpt..]

Run!

Hee hee. Sill-ee butti. Budy. Buddedy. Dont be a pussyilanimous now.

You need to be brave! [...] dont cry! Never cry! Be strong! Good girl! Good girl! Come here to me! I win!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

You two flower heroes will also win

When he saying

"Allll the better to eattttt you with!!!!!!!" scream!!!!! Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Putunia the midnight petunia knight also knows all! Like the menace. But she is good. A very good little girlie.

Thats what mama menace habit tolden me!

Hes always always telling me that sometimes I get bored and hit him soft thump on his silly head so he stops say-say

Soooo long time! Its horrible! I luver my mummy so much! Bad! Very bad! Hes hurting all! You! Me! Buddy!

Talking yakking puppet papping blapalapping since he stealed me away from the bad parents in my seventh foster home at scary dark night when he singy-singy beautiful song and I was sleepy seepy me zzzzz......

Zzzz...

Snort

Hes...A ....Mama...Dragon...Evil.....Warm...Wings....Beg...Beeg.....

Zzz

Bloop.

( She's asleep.)

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous: ‹ VS Umbrella › | Next: ‹ Celebration ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Last day of summer training camp is here!

For the first time, you’re kind of reluctant rising from the warm and comfortable futon you slept on. However, once you’re mind began to work and realizing yourself that you’re still in the training camp, you jolted awake almost instantly–removing the blanket and began tidying up.

Gathering your facewash and toothbrush to freshen up, you found yourself yawning in between–it’s not just you fortunately, because Yachi did the same.

“I’m sure you’re pretty tired, Hitoka-chan, [Name]-chan,” Shimizu giggled at both of you. “Are you two okay?”

“Yes! We’re sorry!” Yachi was quick to apologize for the both of you.

“Today’s the last day, so let’s do our best.”

“Right!” this time, you’re the one who answered her.

Yachi said she was going on ahead, and that left you still tidying up–you’re thinking of just packed everything because in the evening, you’re already be on your way back to Miyagi. That and Takeda-sensei informed the managers about something so you would have no time to pack freely. After you finished everything, you finally could freshen up and start the day.

Descending downstairs towards the women’s bathroom, you bumped into Kageyama who went to fetch on something he left behind.

“Oh, Kageyama-kun, morning.” You greeted.

“Morning, [Name]-san.” He replied with a nod.

“You seemed energetic, weren’t you practicing with Hitoka-chan the night before?”

“Oh, about that,” you could see the excitement glittering from his eyes, he definitely had good news to present because for the past few days the boy was frustrated. “The tosses finally worked. Coach Ukai gave me some directions and it worked.”

“Really? That’s great!” the excitement was infectious, alright. You knew Kageyama had been working extremely hard to make it successful and after days of failure, he finally nailed it–you were incredibly happy for him. “I can’t wait to see it!”

“If that dumbass could keep up that is,” the raven-haired boy them grumbled underneath his breath.

“Don’t worry, Shoyo-kun changed,” you assured him. “Him, you, and the whole team too. Even Tsukishima-kun. That’s why I can’t wait to see this new Karasuno and the new quick.”

“We will make that quick happen,” Kageyama stated without hesitation. “Because we want to go to the nationals.”

You smiled at him. “I have no doubt.”

“Uhm, not to be offensive, but,” you found your shoulders shook violently from you tried your best to withstand the urge to burst out laughing and rolling on the floor–it practically costed you your whole will to hold it. “Why are you drooling, Kageyama-kun?”

Yachi watched from the sidelines–you approached Kageyama to gave him his water bottle and from whatever you’re talking about with him, he seemed to be extremely embarrassed. Then the raved-haired boy proceeded to lean closer and whispered something beside your ear–which made Yachi squeaked.

“[Name]-chan and Kageyama-kun is quite close these days, right?” Shimizu suddenly said.

“Yes,” Yachi answered almost immediately. “[Name]-chan said Kageyama-kun asked for her advices and Kageyama-kun usually walked her home after club when it’s too dark.”

“Do you think something else happened between them?” Yachi couldn’t help but feeling fire engulfed her face instantly from Shimizu’s (not-serious) speculation.

“WHA-NO-HEEE!?”

“I’m just kidding, Hitoka-chan!” still, Shimizu pretty much enjoyed the extremely flustered girl’s reaction. “Oh, [Name]-chan, what did you talk about with Kageyama-kun?”

After distributing half of the water bottles, you jogged back to where Yachi and Shimizu stood. You tilted your head before snickering underneath your breath and answered. “He asked something about barbeque this afternoon.”

“How did he know!?” Yachi yelped because mainly the info was shared only between the coaches, who arranged the whole thing, and the managers, who’s in charge to prepare all the ingredients.

“Sawamura probably accidently eavesdropping the coach,” Shimizu pointed out, smiling. “By the way, Hitoka-chan shouldn’t you give the other half away?”

“I-I’M SORRY!!”

Final match for Karasuno was against Fukurodani–even from all the losses, the boys were still in high-spirits thanks to Sawamura’s short speech. You knew they wouldn’t be disappointed even though they loss so many matches because now they earned several new weapons for the preliminaries.

Through the match, you understood how Fukurodani is called a powerhouse–the players are skilled and knew the opportunities to score even when their receives a bit off. That and Akaashi truly lived up to his name as a setter in the line-up. Also, Bokuto’s insane angle of spikes were sights to see every time.

“That’s an insane cut shot,” Sugawara commented which made Yachi looked at him questioningly, thankfully Shimizu was ready with an explanation.

“Hitting at a sharp angle against three blockers is really tricky. It can be hard on your shoulders if they’re not flexible, too.”

“[Name]-chan, [Name]-chan! Did you see that!? Did you see my awesome cut shot!?” Bokuto called out way from the other side of the court, looking at you expectantly after he pulled-off the move. You glanced towards Sawamura in search of his approval to reply to the excited owl-captain, to which he nodded.

“I saw it!” You replied with a smile. “It’s amazing, Bokuto-san! Do you think you could hit like that again?”

“ANYTHING FOR [NAME]-CHAN!!”

You almost laughed at Akaashi’s look of disapproval, both at you and the owl captain and clearly sent the ‘don’t encourage him’ message to you indirectly. Surely, today’s match was filled with many surprises–Hinata’s feint attack, Kageyama’s unexpected dump, and even the one you’ve been waiting for; Hinata and Kageyama’s new quick. Both you and Yachi instantly screamed in pure glee–hugging each other in excitement.

“You did it! You did it!” Yachi even cheered and jumping. “Nice kill, Hinata! Kageyama-kun!”

“Nice toss, Kageyama-kun! Nice kill, Shoyo-kun! You two are amazing!” You added, grinning widely–the two have been practicing hard for three weeks, and those three weeks of cold-shoulder towards each other too. It was putting quite a strain but now, the two were finally back in action.

The two thrusted their fists to you and Yachi in reply–you two were probably the happiest ever currently.

And the excitement only lasts for a few minutes because they nailed it one time, but not so for another. Probably just luck, still it’s happiness though–they needed to practice more, however it wouldn’t be a problem for the two.

This also could be count as Karasuno’s lucky day–Nishinoya and Azumane’s back attack pulled off perfectly although it’s still out. The libero, of course, was very much frustrated. The synchro-attack worked and you swore Tanaka was crying out of happiness and relief because he could score comfortably.

“Tanaka-san, nice kill!” you cheered, which made him perked up and then laughing in victory.

“Thanks, [Name]-chan!”

From all the matches you’ve watched, Karasuno clearly made a difference in this one–they’re in their top shape. When the score reached 18 for either team, a technical timeout was commenced. Both you and Yachi immediately worked on distributing water bottles and towels.

“Good work, Tanaka-san, Nishinoya-san!” you said, handing them their water bottles.

“Ryu!” Nishinoya suddenly gripped his chest tightly. “Our manager just praises us!”

“I’m feeling blessed, Noya-san!” Tanaka replied, mimicking the libero–and here you thought the heat maybe started getting into them. You panicked for absolutely no reason and then decided to excuse yourself.

“Good work today, Tsukishima-kun,” Tsukishima nodded and muttered a thank you in reply, taking the water bottle from your hand.

“…Is there a way to make your finger stays in place while doing one-touch?” now you’re surprised because he made an attempt to ask first, however you didn’t let it show because you knew how it would piss him off.

“You could tape it to made it stiff enough to receive one-touch,” you suggested in the end. The taller boy hummed in reply before giving you the water bottle back so he could return to the match.

The next match wasn’t going well–for the other team that is. You noticed how Bokuto seemed to be agitated and rash with his moves–he almost hit his teammate with his serve, demanding tosses from Akaashi, and finally, third time’s the charm, when he failed scoring from hitting the net instead. Another score for Karasuno, who managed to turn the match to their favor for the leading score of 20.

“W-was that a block?” Yachi questioned.

“No…” Shimizu replied, rather taken aback by the event. “It didn’t seem to make it over the net, so it was spike miss,”

“Bokuto-san, I mean #4’s movement is also unnatural,” you commented, making the two managers turned to look at you. “He’s been rushing things and has been on the edge ever since the time-out.”

“Now that you’re talking about it…” Shimizu nodded in agreement.

“Akaashi, don’t toss to me anymore!” Bokuto exclaimed, which sounded extremely out of place in the middle of a volley match. Sure, it not only confuses you but your whole team even Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei.

“Do you know about this, [Name]-chan?” Yachi asked and you shook your head immediately.

“No, this is the first time I’ve seen Bokuto-san acts like that,” you answered. “And it looks like the team’s already used to this.”

True to your words, the team played like usual as if nothing happened–Bokuto only stared and follow the ball dazedly while the other working to attack and defend. What’s more amazing, with the lack of Bokuto’s participating they’re just as strong–something you would expect from a powerhouse school.

It caught your team off guard for a bit, however on the other hand, Tsukishima also wasn’t fazed a bit–could be seen from how he managed to shut out an incoming spike from #7. If Karasuno scored another, it would be deuce and a chance to turn the tables.

“Nice block, Tsukishima-kun!” you exclaimed, earning a glance and nod from the said boy.

When Asahi went for a usual serve rather than jump-serve, you understood he didn’t want to mess up their chance at winning. Fukurodani’s libero received in cleanly and Akaashi immediately went for a high-toss. Noticing how Tsukishima rushed towards the left, you knew your team lowered their guard.

“The left! Don’t let it open!” you yelled almost instinctively. Yachi’s soul jumped out of her body from your sudden loud voice, even Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei was taken aback for a few seconds. Bokuto blew the blocker away because they’re only 1.5 block, it’s not even enough to had a one-touch. He killed it with a straight shot down the court and Fukurodani won with two points leading.

Disappointment flared in your team–from the ones on the court, the ones watching from the sidelines, even Takeda-sensei. Coach Ukai could only sigh, Shimizu resumed with her notes, and Yachi felt her shoulders slumped. You smiled bitterly at the turn out events.

“Whoo! Ace!”

“You’re so cool!”

“Nothing beats the ace in the end!”

Fukurodani’s team members started throwing compliments and it made you blinked in confusion–moreover, Kaori and Yukie even jumped in to join.

“Birds of prey!”

“Your hair’s like a great-horned owl!”

Was that supposed to be a compliment…?

“Otohaku-san…!” the call was in a form of a hissed whisper and unexpectedly came from Akaashi himself. The message he sent to you was clear, ‘please, help us this time’–you replied indirectly with pointing to yourself with a look of disbelief present on your face.

‘Me!? What should I say!?’

‘Anything. Just praise him.’

Probably taking a bit pity for the setter, Sawamura nodded to your direction and gave you a smile of reassurance. You wanted to cry from how compassionate he’s being–bless his beautiful soul. That and the look of doneness and a little pleading from Fukurodani’s team was extremely hard to reject.

“Y-You’re amazing! Nothing less from top ace of Japan!” You wanted to slap yourself from the poor excuse of praise. Thankfully it seemed to work magic because Bokuto was instantly revived back to his cheerful and boisterous persona.

“I’m the best afterall!!” he cheered, laughing in victory. “Hey, hey, hey!”

Meanwhile, Akaashi took his sweet time to get off the court to fetch his drink and towel. Although, he did give you slight a bow of gratefulness. In the end, it’s losses all the way for Karasuno, however they acquired several weapons to fight on the national court–it’s not overall a loss because they also gained something new in exchange.

“[Name]-chan! I’m the best, right!?”

“You sure are, Bokuto-san.”

“Stop bothering Otohaku-san, Bokuto-san.”

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devils-yui · 3 years

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Things I’ve Gotten to Notice and Love While Rewatching or Watching (in-general)

Transformers: Prime

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Starting a little series for myself ladies, gents, and in-betweens across the spectrum— and nobody can stop me.

I’ve come to start like gradually enjoying Transformers Prime as time progresses while also making fun of the little things about it but it’s all cool. I appreciate the show nonetheless and continue to watch it with the years that fly but enough of that.

I’m just here to point out little things I just like about the show and like to talk about, if you guys knew long ago about these things good for you I’m just still high in the clouds about it and barely realizing them with each re-watch so here we go hsbshsghg:

- Knockout has dark red scleras?! I always assumed they were black but I guess I never really looked into it and when I did it was just— really cool of me to finally see!? I kinda like seeing him with dark red scleras since they look really cool and pretty. Knockout’s eyes are pretty,

- Dreadwing has more than just his cannon and sword as a weapon, HE HAS AN ARSENAL OF OTHER FRICKING WEAPONS!! I took a really good like—- look at this when I was going back through the episodes and just— re-watching so that I could basically pretend that he and Breakdown were 100% not dead, y’know? And just re-watched the episode of “Crossfire” (I think?) where Megatron was basically calling in for Dreadwing and I just sat there… INTENTLY watching Dreadwing’s table of weapons and was like “Yoo! He got the ‘nades and stuff!” Before watching him reload a blaster or gun of sorts and was just like “YOU HAVE MORE WEAPONS?!?” Idk I just thought that was neat. It made me go 💗💖💕💞💘💘💓💘💘 in the head, fuzzy feeling stuff

- Predaking’ s claws just going on the ground and like going “ka—schink! Ka—schink!” Whenever he moves. I just thought that was a nice little touch-up and it would always make me just gasp and go “IT IS HEEE!!” Whenever he would barely make it into the scene, I just here the little claw-scrapes and I immediately start bursting into a multitude of hearts.

- everybody’s eyes are so god damn pretty and unique. That’s it. That’s all I have to say. Even with the characters I don’t like. Their eyes are really pretty too like Megs and Screamer (I mean— I guess I can sort of not resent Screamer anymore. He was oppressed but like also doesn’t forgive him for the things he did but I’ll respect the people who like him 👍 go get your stiletto-heeled jet, guys ♥️)

- EVERYBODY GOT THEM SCRATCHES ON THEIR FACE!! WAR SCARS AND EVERYTHING!! Idk I find looking at like little scars and other stuff to be really fascinating, and I just wan grab and kiss those scars because they so fricking pretty. Maybe I’m just crazy or somethin idk

- Claws, digits, fingers, whatever you call them?— Claws that go “tink! Tink! Tink!” When they tap against something in the show, big round digits that just go “tap! Tap! Tap!” Despite being massive? Love those. Their claws, everybody’s claws, digits, or fingers look really nice in the show. I adore the designs and all that stuff. I mean yeah they could stab me with those but have you seen how cool they look?! I just think they’re neat

- Maybe this is just me? But Skylynx and Darksteel share just a tiny bit of similarity for me to Dreadwing and Breakdown. Oh definitely not in personality, these two are clowns together but— face-wise. You probably can’t see it that well but I guess I can?? Idk maybe I’m still coping with the fact that “oh— two of my favorite characters or dead. Dead as hell, canonically,” but I can kinda see their faces on the Predacons from Predacons Rising.

- OMFG— WHEN SKYQUAKE DIED?! I DIDN’T REALIZE THAT HE DIDN’T JUST IMMEDIATELY LIKE GO OFFLINE AS SOON AS HE DIVES INTO THE GROUND— LIKE HIS EYES JUST DIDN’T BECOME DARK AND STUFF. I REALIZED THAT AFTER WATCHING HIS DEATH FOR THE 3RD TIME HIS EYES WERE STILL GLOWING AND— THEY GRADUALLY GO OUT AFTER A SECOND OR SO AFTER OPTIMUS ARRIVES AND IT— OMFG IT PUNCHED SOMETHING IN MY GUT TO SEE THAT— I DON’T KNOW WHY IT JUST DID AFGSHSHG. H E WAS HALFWAY TRANSFORMING TOO— OUT FROM HIS JET MODE AND.. AAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways that’s gonna be all outta me until next time because I am absolutely exhausted. Hope you enjoyed my ramblings, I go snooze now

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Would u write something about Mac first words being "dad" o "daddy" and Jake GOING INSANE about that? I think it would be really special to him bc all his story with his dad and all his fear on becoming

He'd taken his eyes off of him for five seconds - the card machine at the bodega was giving him some prompt he'd never seen before - so of course something had to happen. Jake still mostly banked on Mac being unable to walk freely for more than a few steps from him, but he should've really factored in all the perfect toddler-height shelving that he could use as railings to get a whole aisle over before he and the cashier flinched from the sound of a crash.

And then the crying started.

The cashier was actually faster than him, given a headstart from not having to drop an entire basket of shopping to run over, but Jake was directly behind her to see his kid sitting on the ground, a puddle of something slopping around him and half over him. Pasta sauce, he realised as he saw the wobbly carton display that had obviously not been as steady as the metal shelves Mac had been holding onto before.

"Da...!" Mac sobbed with outstretched arms towards him. "Da-heee..." He wailed again with tears streaming down his face while Jake lifted him up, covering himself in sauce too as Mac clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Daddy's here, bud. It's okay. It's okay." He bounced him up and down as the crying slowed, cursing himself out in his head all the while. How did he let him wander away like that? Why did he not notice sooner? He'd been careless and stupid and irrespsonsible and a horrible fath-

"Is he okay?" The cashier still looked far more worried at them than at the mess she'll have to clean up now, and it gladly brought him back to centre as the only real adult in the room right now (she can't be more than 17, he thinks).

"Yeah, just spooked. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for the sauce of course-" Jake stopped as Mac lifted his head off his shoulder again, eyes red-rimmed but not crying anymore, at least, only to see that his forehead was less covered in pasta sauce and more smeared with blood from a cut over his eyebrow, and his heart dropped even deeper than when he heard the crash. "Actually, do you sell bandaids?"

-*-

"It's okay, peanut. Daddy's fixing it." He forces his voice to be soft and calm while Mac sniffles, sitting on the counter, the cashier picking up Jake's dropped shopping bags while he cleans the little cut with the alcohol wipes she'd handed him without even ringing them up. It's not that bad, he tries to comfort himself fruitlessly, just a little nick that bled a bit more than usual, but should be fine with a bandaid and some lotion. It's fine. He didn't- he didn't let Mac get actually injured. He didn't. Even though his subconscious was screaming nothing else at him.

Mac's eyes are still swimming while he stares up at Jake, unblinking, clinging to his fake-soft smile as probably the only thing to convince him there was no need to cry at the moment. You and me both, Jake thinks for a second.

"Daddeh." He squeaks softly as Jake sticks on a puppy-themed bandaid (also not rung up), and grabs his hand with his little grubby fingers, and time kind of stops for a moment as they look at each other. Mac's eyes are big and still slightly red-rimmed, but trained on him like there's nothing else in the world but them, and for Jake, there might as well not be.

"See, Daddy fixed it." The cashier breaks through, smiling at him too as she hands Jake his shopping with the bandaid box dropped in, and time loops back into normal. She gets a soft Thanks and a nod after she hands him his card from the blasted machine that started it all, too, and doesn't even mention the several jars broken an aisle over. She waves goodbye to Mac instead as they leave, and Jake is definitely leaving the largest bills he has in her tip jar next time they come in.

-*-

Mac's splashing water and bubbles around in his small tub, because the sauce had leaked through his dungarees straight over his legs, and Jake is busy scrubbing him down with the soft loofah that'll probably have to go into the trash after all this. There's too much swirling through his head while he carefully showers Mac off. A whole barrage of emotion he'd love to just aimlessly ramble out, but there's no one to listen to him in their little apartment right now, the only person who'd maybe understand him still stuck at work. He looks at the puppy bandaid on Mac's forehead that he'll have to change after the bath, at his happy face playing with the little ducky that makes such fun squeaky noises when it's filled with water, no sign of tears or pain left at all.

"Hey, Mac-a-roni." Jake whispers while Mac giggles and splashes some more water out of the baby-tub into the big one it was sitting in. "You... said something at the bodega, didn't you?"

Mac had been babbling and making noises for months now, lots of Goos and Gaas, the occasional Bleh and Duh thrown in, but Jake and Amy had agreed that none of those had been discernible as words yet, especially as they were never directed at anything in particular. Not like on the counter back there, staring straight at him with his big, chocolate eyes after that little parenting disaster he still wanted to scold himself for. Not like right now, soap bubbles clinging to his curls, smiling up at him in the comforting moment of their usual night routine.

"Daddeh!" Mac squeaks again, holding his arms out to be picked up into a towel like always, but held against Jake's chest much tighter than usual. He's trying not to cry, very hard, but he's sure his eyes are swimming and shiny as much as Mac's were while he was being bandaged up.

"Daddeh." He repeats as Jake laughs, breathlessly, kisses up and down his perfect chubby cheeks for some more squeals and laughter from them both, hugs him close again and again even as he dries him off and gets him dressed.

There's something warm glowing in his chest, Jake feels as he dances Mac to sleep to abuela's Spanish lullaby tape, something that feels both familiar and foreign at once. It reminds him of the feeling that shook all through him when that firefighter placed a screaming, goo-covered baby onto Amy's chest as she cried and carefully touched the dark whisps of hair already matted to his head. That feeling that settled around his heart for forever as Rosa handed him a cleaned up, swaddled baby that wasn't screaming anymore, his eyes closed but his teensy tiny hand wrapping tight around Jake's finger. It's a little different - but it's not, it's more of the same, but grown. Added on, like a new bud on an already flowering tree.

Jake is sure there'll be lots of new blooms on that feeling in the years to come, but this one, the one that opens up even more as Mac sighs one more little "Daddeh" as he falls asleep against his shoulder, will surely be remembered for forever.

-*-

He has enough wherewithal to warn Amy about the bandaid when she gets home and immediately moves to check on sleeping Mac, and she only rolls her eyes when she drops down onto the couch next to him after softly closing the nursery door.

"Do I even want to hear the story of the bandaid?"

"It wasn't anything. Just a little accident at the bodega. He's fine." Jake's actually convinced himself of that now, too, so it sounds believable enough.

"Alright." Amy nods, he swallows back down the worries he thought about sharing if she asked him to still explain instead. "Aside from that, how was your day with him? Did you have fun?"

"Oh yeah." Jake tries to grin and pulls her in to lean against his side as she rests her head on his shoulder, seeming almost as sleepy as Mac was when he did it earlier. "We went to the park and the post office and the bank and the bodega, obviously. A whole Brooklyn adventure."

"That's nice." Amy says in a quiet voice, and he wonders if he'll have to carry her to bed in a second.

"And, well." He hesitates, and that is enough to make her lift her head. Maybe he shouldn't say it. Maybe he should wait until the morning, let her discover it on her own, and pretend like it's the first time he's hearing it too. Forget about how it all came about today.

"Well what?"

"He said something."

"What?! Why didn't you lead with that? Why didn't you text me?!?" She sits up, staring at him with wide eyes, and he looks - apologetic, almost worried.

"I didn't want you to feel bad because you missed it." And didn't want to explain how I fucked up to make it happen.

"Oh." She visibly deflates, but then smiles at him. "But you heard it, right? He said it in front of you?"

"Yeah. He, uh. Actually. He said daddy. To me."

Jake completely misinterprets Amy's face, her scrunched together eyebrows, her shining eyes, her mouth softly opening and closing, and immediately leans forward with a hand on her arm to console her.

"I'm sure he's going to say Mama next, Ames - he's already going 'Mah' all the time, so-"

"He called you daddy?" Her voice is so soft, almost breaking, as he feels her hands on his cheek. "Jake, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah." He nods with a shy smile, but Amy's face only softens more.

"You're his first word." She says with so much reverance, and he can't feel bad about it anymore. Can't think he doesn't really deserve it, not when she looks at him with that much love in her eyes. "You're Mac's first word."

"I'm daddeh." His smile isn't so shy anymore, not when he says it out loud like that, not when it feels 100% right.

"You're really daddy, babe. You're daddy."

He huffs and smiles even wider with another nod, and that feeling is back, that little warm glow blooming in his chest, and Amy is quick to wipe away the few tears that make their way down his cheeks all of a sudden before bending forward for a kiss.

"DADDEH!" echoes through the room from behind a closed door where someone is clearly not interested in sleeping anymore, and Amy laughs against his lips.

"See?"

"I'm gonna go and get him." Jake sighs happily.

"Oh please." She nods as he gets up. "I want to see him say it to you."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #mac peralta

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justwritethatdown · 4 years

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Bechloe Week 2020 – Day3: Drunk Texts

We were bound to be together

An au where Beca didn't get together with Jesse and that allowed her relationship with Chloe to grow.

The way Pitch Perfect 1 should have gone ;)

Set during Beca’s first two years at Barden; everything goes as it should, nothing angsty happens and everyone is happy. Just a sloppy falling-in-love story between two college girls, told through their drunk texts, kind of...

Rating: T

Words Count: 2.5K

Thanks to @viharistenno for being my beta

Read here or on AO3

She took my arm, I don’t know how it happened

After Hood Night, Beca was lying on her bed; the weird buzzing in her brain caused by alcohol made it hard for her to fall asleep. She wasn’t used to drinking and partying with strangers until late night, but she had to admit it wasn’t the worst thing she’d done. That Jesse seemed nice after all, a little pushy maybe, but Beca knew she needed a push sometimes, maybe she should give him a chance-

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand

CHLOE BEALE: Im so glad that I met you xx

BECA: Yeah, you kinda mentioned that…

Beca bit her bottom lip and a bright smile formed on her face. There was something about Chloe, that didn’t make Beca want to push her away. On the contrary, it was rather a pull, that made Beca want to get closer to her.

She placed the phone on her stomach, letting out a heavy sigh, smile still present on her lips. Beca couldn’t believe she actually auditioned for an acapella singing group, just because a crazy – naked – girl told her to, after crushing her shower and forcing her to sing with her; it was a situation that normally would have made her run for the hills and yet, she went to the audition – and she got in – and to the following party. Beca didn’t even know how that happened, Chloe had dragged her into this whole new world, and she was kinda okay with that.

It confused Beca; for the first time her instinct didn’t tell her to push this person away, it told her to get to know her better, to become her friend, but most of all Beca wanted Chloe to like her, she wanted to impress her. She checked her phone to see if Chloe had texted her anything else, but there were no new messages, so she let out another sigh – a disappointed one this time – and put the phone away.

Maybe Chloe was still with shower guy, they seemed to be pretty close at the party. Her stomach twisted and Beca huffed again; the way Chloe had grabbed her arms and how close she got to her while talking, gave her some vibes, for a moment she’d thought that the redhead was flirting with her – a thought she wasn’t completely opposed to – but then she saw her with that guy while she was busy talking to Jesse, and kicked herself for being so delusional, she was well aware they were having sex in the sowers, they were obviously together.

Beca shook her head and rolled her eyes to herself, turning to her side to try to sleep.

I felt it in my chest as she looked at me

CHLOE: Admit you had fun tonight! :P

Beca was a bit more tipsy than usual – okay, let’s say she was drunk – but it wasn’t her fault; Amy arrived there with the clear internet of getting the brunette drunk that night. She dumbly smiled at her phone and almost gave in, but then she remembered their bet.

“I don’t know why I let you drag me to this stupid party” she spat out when they arrived at the ΣΒΘ frat house.

“Come on, I bet you’re going to have fun” cheered Chloe making Beca roll her eyes.

“I doubt it” stated the brunette.

“We’re here bitches!” screamed Amy going straight for the alcohol table, followed by Stacie.

When her head started to spin, Beca realized that maybe she’d let Amy fix her one drink too much, but she didn’t care, not when Chloe was leaning in so close to whisper things in her ear – shout actually, to be heard over the loud music – and had one arm wrapped around Beca’s shoulders; the weight of Chloe on her felt amazing and the way Chloe looked at her made her heart do funny things in her chest.

Beca definitely blamed it on the alcohol, but deep inside she knew it was the same feeling she had the first time they met at the activities fair; that smile Chloe gave her and those blue eyes, so deep that Beca felt like she was drowning in them, knocked all the air out of her lungs and she felt her heart racing.

Even if she did run away that time, Beca just couldn’t stop thinking about her, until that girl jumped in her shower, making Beca incredibly frustrated and embarrassed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but looking – more than once – at the girl’s naked body and her mind wandered without her permission. Chloe was undeniably beautiful, and her confidence made her even hotter.

Beca should have known then that she was gone, but – always oblivious to her own feelings – it took her several weeks of parties and rehearsals to know that she had, in fact, fallen head over hills for the redhead.

Suddenly Beca felt Chloe stepping away from her and saw the girl launching herself into Tom’s arms. The brunette found herself downing the remains of her drink and accepting a new one from Amy. The rest of the night is still a blur, she vaguely remembered Jesse helping her through her dorm room door and saying good night, at which she believed she grunted before the guy closed the door behind him.

Beca frowned at the memory and looked back at her phone; there was a new message on the screen

CHLOE: you disappeared tho. Stacie said you left w Jesse :(

BEC: yoy wr wit Tom

CHLOE: I told you I was going to say hi and when I came back you were gone >.<

BEC: are u tofether?

CHLOE: No, I’m alone

BEC: no I mwan ar you datingm

BEC: ?

Chloe started typing and deleting and Beca started to freak out; she’d known this girl for less than a year, she saw her with Tom from day one, she had no right whatsoever to be upset about them dating, even if Chloe had been sending her mixed signals from the start and was annoyingly touchy and loving and not-so-unintentionally made Beca’s head spin more than alcohol did

CHLOE: No, he’s not my boyfriend. We used to be fwb but I ended it a while ago because I started to like someone… :)<3

Just keep your eyes on me

The following day Beca felt like shit; her head hurt, and she felt nauseous, that’s why she was immensely grateful to Chloe for dragging her to that stupid party the night before their special rehearsal’s session.

“Remind me to kill you when this is over” she lamented when Chloe greeted her with her usual bright smile – the girl clearly didn’t drink as much as Beca did the night before – and a quick hug

“Can’t wait” winked the redhead, making Beca’s blood boil in her veins.

Chloe really looked amazing that morning and was clearly making an effort to be noticed by the brunette; she managed to make even that idiotic hostess choreography look beautiful. It wasn’t just the dancing, Beca found every movement Chloe made incredibly sexy, maybe because of that half confession she had made the night before, or maybe because Beca knew Chloe was doing it on purpose; she knew it because Chloe basically never dropped her eye contact with Beca, almost like she was trying to cast a spell on her, and maybe she did.

“You’re on a mission today huh?” Beca hushed to her during a break

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” answered Chloe wearing a shit eating grin

“Well, better for me then, I’m enjoying the show” she shot back without thinking too much about it and regretting it right away, but the fire it lit in Chloe’s eyes told her she’d said just the right thing.

“What’s with all this eye fucking?” suddenly spat out Amy, making the room giggle. Except for Beca who became bright red, and Aubrey who cleared her throat glaring at Chloe, who innocently smiled biting her lip.

“Did you finally hook up or something?” asked Stacie in amusement

“Can we focus on the damn choreography?” asked Aubrey grinding her teeth.

Deep in her eyes, I think I see the future

Beca’s plan was simple: to go to college for one year, convince her dad that she tried and have him send her to Los Angeles the following year to finally start working towards her dream of producing music. However, something along the way went incredibly wrong, or rather incredibly right, and now all she wanted was to stay there with those nerds who somehow became her family.

The look on Chloe’s face when they won the finals made Beca realize that her future wasn’t in LA, her future was right there with those girls, with Chloe. In that moment Beca felt like she belonged there; she saw her next few years at Barden, with the Bellas, and in the hug they shared, Beca felt that Chloe would be part of her life forever.

The girls celebrated in the Bellas’ sorority house and they all, even Aubrey, got incredibly wasted. Most of the girls had already moved there from their dorms and wouldn’t have to go anywhere after their party.

During the night Chloe made sure to let Beca know, more than once, how sad she was that the brunette had decided to really leave for Los Angeles in the end, instead of moving in with her, and she never left her side the whole night. They drank together and laughed and danced, and they almost kissed, but Chloe pulled away last minute confusing Beca. When Beca asked her why, Chloe mumbled with watery eyes “you’re leaving, what’s the point?”, but immediately cleared her throat and dragged Beca to dance with the others. In her inebriated state, the music and Chloe’s body moving rhythmically against hers, were enough to distract Beca from that statement. Only later, walking back to her dorm, it carved its way back into her mind.

BEC ♡: I not gng to LA

CHLO: ???

BEC ♡: im stang heee

Chloe’s reply was a string of emojis Beca was too drunk to interpret followed by

CHLO: yoy styng w the bellassssss

BEC ♡: im staying fr you

CHLO: were gnna be cocaptnsss!!!

This woman is my destiny

Beca’s second year at Barden started out completely differently from her first one; she was living in a sorority house along with eight other girls and was co-captain of the acapella group she led to victory the year before.

Her relationship with Chloe evolved in a strange way; they acted like a married couple now, but they never crossed the line, both too scared of ruining what they had. With Aubrey gone, the Bellas were their responsibility and Beca knew that was what mattered the most to Chloe, so she chose to focus on their acapella group. For Chloe, not because she was scared of fucking things up, obviously.

Their mutual pinning was clear to all their friends; some of them – Amy – teased them about it, while others desperately tried to help them figure it out.

One night, during one of their let’s-get-drunk-because-why-not nights, they were playing truth or dare

“Beca” started Stacie “truth or dare?” she asked with a wicked smile, making Beca sweat

“Truth…” tentatively answered the brunette

“Do you have more than platonic feelings for anyone in this room?” asked Stacie raising an eyebrow. Chloe held her breath at that and Beca was the only one to miss it, too occupied freaking out

“Dare” blurted out Beca “dare, I meant dare!” Beca’s heart started beating dangerously fast, hoping that Stacie would have let her change her reply, but the girl’s eyes twinkled and Beca knew she’d fallen right into her trap.

“I dare you… to kiss the girl you have the biggest toner in the world for and release us all from this ridiculous sexual tension you two generate” commanded the tall girl rolling her eyes.

Beca felt all the air leave her lungs. Everything was silent around her and all she could hear was the uneven beating of her heart. She swallowed hard looking at Chloe to see what her reaction had been and the girl’s hesitant smile calmed Beca a little.

Beca wasn’t one to back down from a challenge and the alcohol in her system only made her more competitive, but most of all, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to finally kiss Chloe, so she crossed the circle they were sitting in to reach the redhead on the other side of it. Chloe was biting her bottom lip in anticipation and Beca could see in her eyes that the girl wanted to kiss her just as much as she did.

Beca gently rested her palm on Chloe’s cheek. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t need words to communicate; their eyes were saying all they needed to say. They expressed how much they both wanted to do this, but only if the other was okay with that, and that it was going to be okay. They completely forgot they weren’t alone.

Beca leaned in and kissed her, Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca’s neck and pulled her closer, letting out a sigh that made Beca’s heart flutter. They stayed there, kneeling in the middle of the living room, kissing slowly and deeply, their lips moved together as if they were dancing. Beca wasn’t sure who deepened the kiss, but as soon as their tongues touched, a million fireworks went off in her brain, covering the sound of their friends whooping and clapping and wolf whistling – Amy – and making her forget her own name.

Beca couldn’t have enough of Chloe’s lips. When the kiss ended and Chloe tried to move away, Beca desperately chased her mouth and started kissing her again, gaining a chuckle from the redhead. The two girls were only separated by Amy accidently bathing them in tequila while waving a bottle in the air, shouting that they had to drink to that.

After two – or was it three? – Bhloe drinks, as Amy had named them, Beca was still snuggled up next to Chloe. They shared some quick kisses during the rest of the night and when they decided to go wrap it up, Beca really wasn’t ready to sleep. All she wanted to do was kiss Chloe all night long and the morning after, and for the rest of her life. When Chloe pulled her in for another kiss, she was happy to welcome Chloe’s tongue in her mouth again

“Good night, baby” whispered Chloe against her lips before leaving.

Beca was lying awake in her bed; she could still feel the ghost of Chloe’s lips lingering on hers. She took her phone and started typing.

BEC ♡: I lied at trth o dre I dont have a tner for you

CHLO: Bec…

*CHLO IS TYPING*

BEC ♡: Im crazy abt yoy! youre my destiny

BEC ♡: you’re

CHLO: you jst gve me a heartattack yoi asshole1

BEC ♡: srry xD

CHLO: wnna cme here to sleep w me?

BEC ♡: we r drnk…

CHLO: I jut wanna slp

BEC ♡: Any wll tease th shit out of us

CHLO: I don’t care

CHLO: I miss u

Beca didn’t really use much her bed in the Bellas’ house.

#bechloe #bechloeweek #Bechloe week 2020 #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect

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sugihana-trans · 4 years

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SPUR September 2020 issue: Yoshizawa Ryo’s corner “TAKE YOUR SEAT” with guest, Sugisaki Hana

Hana-chan is always smiling and laughing

Yoshizawa: I met Hana-chan once before in a movie called “BLEACH.”

Sugisaki: That’s right. At that time however, we only had one scene so it was a situation where we couldn’t have a proper conversation.

Yoshizawa: Right. It was only for a little bit so we didn’t talk at all. After co-starring like this, even though it almost feels like we met for the first time through this work, I thought you were wonderful as an actress and really interesting as a person.

Sugisaki: For me as well, when we met properly for the first time during the script reading, I was nervous while wondering what kind of person Yoshizawa-kun was, but you kept a comfortable distance. I didn’t feel pressured to talk, but as we continued to film, we were able to gradually share things like our favorites or about interesting things which was a lot of fun.

Yoshizawa: We had many conversations about food, huh. At that time, I was really into ramen and would tell Hana-chan like, “I went to a ramen shop here yesterday.”

Sugisaki: You talked about ramen a lot (laughs). Also, there was that comedian named Oho Shintaro who posted a manga on Instagram, and we’d looked at it together and laugh while on-site.

Yoshizawa: That was really funny. The vibe at the filming site was really good, rather it was a harmonious atmosphere.

Sugisaki: Everyone, including the staff, would go out to eat together and that kind of thing is very memorable to me personally.

Yoshizawa: Similar to back then when we were filming, today as well, Hana-chan is always smiling and laughing. Somehow my only impression is of your smiling face (laughs).

Sugisaki: Eh, really!?

Yoshizawa: Yeah. Even in this movie, Hana-chan plays Akiyoshi who has a lot of laughing scenes, and that’s what left an impression on me. Depending on how you look at it, the role of Akiyoshi has some dislikable parts, but with Hana-chan’s straightforward and pure acting, she became an upright character and ended up looking very good.

Sugisaki: Really? That makes me happy. Yoshizawa-kun’s role, Kaede, claims to be not good at communicating with people, but I think he’s actually starving for love. That human-like clumsiness, the one-sided anger and hatred, Yoshizawa-kun’s facial expressions when showing his distorted emotions felt very realistic.

Yoshizawa: It sounds as if I’m kinda like that person (laughs). It’s certainly a pretty twisted role, but there were some places I could sympathize with since I feel like there are also parts in myself that’s disgusting, so I had fun playing him.

There are more times when it’s painful

Sugisaki: This is just my impression, but Yoshizawa-kun has this image of solemnly facing the work by yourself.

Yoshizawa: But I’m not that stoic though, right.

Sugisaki: Like the timing of which you enter your state of concentration, I was carefully watching on-site and thought it was amazing.

Yoshizawa: I see (laughs). Do you have fun while you’re performing, Hana-chan?

Sugisaki: There are more times when I feel acting is painful rather than fun.

Yoshizawa: Heee.

Sugisaki: I’m always anxious about something, like it’s scary when there’s no one to say that this is the correct interpretation, but being on-site is even more fun than that. Creating a single work together with everyone gives me joy, and it becomes a good memory and experience for me later on when it gets painful. Either way, I will enjoy the time I have while I’m on-site. How about Yoshizawa-kun?

Yoshizawa: I think it depends. Even though I aim to do my best, there would be times when I felt “I did good” but also times when I feel “It’s not going very well,” so then I become a little less confident (laughs).

Sugisaki: Is that so! But being confident is difficult.

Yoshizawa: It’s difficult. As Hana-chan said before, there is no correct interpretation when it comes to a play, so you don’t have to worry about it when you’re feeling anxious. It’s never a waste of time of course, though I wonder if it’s important work.

Sugisaki: I would say yes. It’s scarier to always be confident. That’s why, although this might sound strange, I’m a little relieved that I’m not confident (laughs). I may get worried like why can’t I do it well, but it’s because I don’t have confidence that it makes me try even harder I think, and that feeling carries over. So even though I’m feeling anxious inside, I’ll be standing while pretending to be confident at the filming site.

Yoshizawa: I see. I learned a lot (laughs).

#Aokute Itakute Moroi #sugisaki hana #yoshizawa ryo #sugihana trans

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rxysoflight · 4 years

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First post!

Um hey there! Thanks for being here! Well, I am pretty new to Tumblr and, I really hope I can share a lot of my own thoughts, quotes, pictures, gifs and many others. As you guys can see I will post a lot about Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun here on Tumblr as, it is one of my fav anime~

p/s : I have a blog where I constantly posting about anime and of course, random stuffs too heee~ but unfortunately, due to my own terrible mistake ever! I forgot my own email and password along with my recovery email! Yikeeess IKR! But, heyyyy at least, I can post a lot here! Because, I never thought to own a Tumblr account before this.

Oh! I ship Hanako and Yashiro very much so, if you guys easily get bitter by that please do not follow my Tumblr. It is a warning as, I will post about them a lot together with other characters of course! I am 50-50 manga reader so, you guys might came across a thought whereas “how aboout manga?”.

Let me explain first, I am a bookworm but as for manga I can’t really be on the screen for such a pretty long time only to read it. I am not that type. I love manga but I am not obsessed over it like anime. But, pretty sure I’ll learn to develop that interest slowly! *please be patient with me hehe~*

Am I a boy or a girl? I will let it be unknown here for you guys to figure it out. *evil laughs*

can’t wait for season 2 (even though I said I am not obsessed or even a fan of manga but, I currently reading it for not stressing myself too much over online classes. Till then!

#jibakushounenhanakokun toiletboundhanakokun jshk tbhk

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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I've been peeking in on twitter more often than usual over the last few days, partly because I spent the weekend working a con with Zerbe and didn't have time to spend scrolling tumblr, and partly in looking at the numerous Hot Bad Takes about Steve Yockey getting what appears to be a once in a lifetime sort of opportunity for a writer and leaving Supernatural before the series is finished, and partly because since the show is ending this year and there's so many campaigns to show our love to the cast and crew... but I haven't seen anyone start a campaign to show our love to the one group of people who've already been laboring away on s15 for more than a month already: THE BELOVED WRITERS WHO ARE CRAFTING OUR RUN TO THE FINISH LINE!

(presented with a focus on the writers who have a social media presence on twitter, who will actually see this...)

They've been hard at work since May preparing to bring us one final season of Team Free Will in their last stand against the Cosmic Drama that has been building up to this for the last 14 years. I'd really love to begin a concerted campaign to share our love for what they do, and not just in a generalized squee sort of way, but in the same way we offer thoughtful comments on fic. I feel bad because I spend all my time writing about the glory of the narrative structure of this show, the brilliance of Dabb's showrunning direction, the depth of Meredith Glynn's character study (especially of Dean, but honestly of all the characters, including Cas... remember 14.17? Cas has amply demonstrated just how much he understands the value of his human family, and is on the road to understanding what he might also mean to them).

The care with wich Bobo has crafted some of the most painful leaps in emotional growth for the characters (hello, 14.18... you can watch a a microcosm of Dean's entire emotional journey over the course of the show encapsulated in that single episode). Master of the Fanfiction Gap-- and in partnership with Meredith-- the providers of possibly the most efficient and broad emotional layering through glimpses of the past in the current narrative... I know I'm not explaining this well, but, I SEE WHAT THEY DID THERE, with everything from the mixtape-- and not even the shippy implications of it, but using that singular moment to show us the breadth and depth of all the characters' relationships by reminding us of all the things we never actually see on screen, yet which still happen in the characters' "real lives." And holy HECK 14.18 was a master class in that, with the layered flashbacks to explore each character’s relationship with Mary.

One of my most-referred back to episodes of s14 has been 14.08, Byzantium, which honestly the meta implications of the title alone spurred some of the most interesting discussions I've had on the cosmology of the show's universe, and laid some solid groundwork for what I presume will be the direction the show takes in s15. SOULS DETERMINE THEIR OWN FATE! Our choices DO matter! And we have Meredith Glynn to thank for that.

This is the sort of excellent writing that makes these characters so real to us, that keeps us invested in the characters and the show. They DO feel like real people, with full lives in three dimensions, and our televisions are the portal to their universe that we're only gifted a tiny portion of in 42 minute chunks. And yet... we do feel like we understand so much of their lives that we DON'T see on screen, precisely because of this incredibly layered and subtle character study.

Which brings me to the newest writer on staff, Jeremy Adams. He gave us the glory that is Scoobynatural, under some incredibly tight constraints (given the limitations of how they were allowed to present the Scoobyverse within the Supernatural universe's rules), and I'm incredibly excited to see his more standard take on Sam, Dean, and Cas in a full-on episode of Supernatural. And honestly, we need more along the lines of The Killer Stuffed Dinosaur In Love. I think, if anything, Jeremy has a solid hold on who these characters are-- both the surface layer and the far deeper emotional layers-- as well as a fresh take on the show’s inherent sense of humor.

(and I mean COME ON in Dabb era, the era of the author of 8.08, we know there’s an element of brilliant Cartoon Logic to the narrative)

And we can't forget Davy Perez, who effectively provided us a guidebook on How To Watch This Show: Meta Edition with 14.04 Mint Condition, and then used this guide to break us all completely with 14.11 Damaged Goods. But also setting up a mirror confrontation for how Mary parents her boys in how she deals with Dean here, which will become painfully, horrifically twisted around in how she presents the exact same choice to Jack in 14.17/14.18. I'm wibbling just thinking about it, and honestly that's what good writing DOES. It grabs you by the feelers and does not let go.

And ALL of this has happened under Dabb's orchestration. All these other writers are effectively telling us HIS story. I don't think they're all getting the credit they deserve. Yes, I write rhapsodic about their episodes on tumblr, but they never see it. I think, heading into this final season, we all owe these people the praise and thanks they deserve to hear, and not just the usual Twitter Terrible Hot Take machine they're typically exposed to.

To that end, I've done a bit of research and made a contact who has promised to hand deliver our gratitude directly to these writers who need to hear it most. The cast is steeped in our gratitude at every con, and there's been multiple campaigns in fandom to thank the tireless crew who works on set every day to bring this show to us. But as a writer, I understand how thankless their job can feel. And I have an idea of what would absolutely mean the most to them: Direct messages of "I see what you did there."

I got a message to that effect on my fic Cakepocalypse! a few weeks ago, and I'm gonna share it here (without attribution, since I haven't asked the commenter for permission to share it), but it is the PERFECT example of the sort of thing I want to give the SPN writers:

[transcript of the image: comment: Ok, I'm re-reading this and I'm amazed to see that there are more hints as to what's really going on much sooner than I realized! You must have worked really hard structuring all this! Wow, the mind boggles.

my response: HEEE! OMG THANK YOU THIS IS THE BEST. I, being a Nervous Author Type, was worried I would give it all away too soon, or that nobody would notice what I was doing and feel like the surprise comes out of nowhere, so this is literally the most satisfying possible comment you could've given and I appreciate you so much rn. Thank you :'D]

I can't even BEGIN to express how much this simple comment meant to me. I felt PERFECTLY SEEN. And I want to share that feeling with the writers who craft this show for us to enjoy, because all of them deserve to know that we care about the characters and their story and their eventual fate as much as they do.

So here's my proposal:

It doesn't have to be complex. You don't need to write them novels, but I think sharing the sort of specific love and appreciation for them that I've attempted to express above will go MILES toward energizing the writers as they move into the final season. Let's share with them how much this entire journey has meant to us. Let's let them know that WE SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING THERE!

If you're comfortable going on twitter, by all means take your appreciation directly to the source. Here's a link to the thread I tweeted out to this effect for a reference if you'd like one:

https://twitter.com/MittensMorgul/status/1146137421345636352

(and because I think twitter cut my thread in half, here’s the rest: https://twitter.com/MittensMorgul/status/1146137437170626560)

If you're not on twitter (or are D: over sharing your love so openly for whatever reason), I will open my submissions here on tumblr. You can write a letter of appreciation which I will ensure (anonymously if you prefer) will reach the writers directly. I'll also be compiling a list of links to meta or other tumblr posts you feel the writers will appreciate reading, but I will only share them with explicit permission from the authors of said posts. So if you want to share your love that way, please submit links to the specific posts you'd like me to share with them and I’ll make sure they get them.

My tumblr experience has been a gleeful love letter to this show, but I know the writers aren't seeing any of it. If anyone deserves to feel our love (especially as writers ourselves-- meta, fic, etc.-- or even as appreciators of excellent writing), it's the people who have poured themselves into creating this show for us. Regardless of what we ship, or what our expectations might be going into s15, I think it's important for us to acknowledge them now, and let them know how important Supernatural has been to all of us.

#supernatural #spn s15 #dabb vs cars #meredith glynn #this is a bobo berens appreciation blog #davy perez appreciation tag #jeremy adams

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awkwardlyflustered · 5 years

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The Competition

A/N: This is a fic for @speedykidprofessorexpert, I really hope that you enjoy this. I’m actually pretty proud of this one, I really hope you like it. Sorry it’s so long and badly written. Also, sorry for the awful ending.

The Hargreeve family was sitting in their living room playing some board game that was going on forever.

“Ugh, are we almost done here? I have other things I could be doing,” Five complained.

“Oh come on, this is fun,” Allison tried to reason with Five. While this little banter was going on Klaus slipped a couple hundreds into his stack, hoping no one noticed. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for him.

“Hey, cheater!” Diego exclaimed after Klaus stole the fake money, poking his side in the process, causing Klaus to let out a squeak.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot you were ticklish,” Luther said moving towards Klaus. Five smirks and sits still, a little jealous that Klaus got to get tickled and not him. While Five was having this little train of thought Luther had pinned Klaus down (with very few protests) and the other three were approaching him slowly. Diego looked a little sadistic, Allison had a loving look in her eyes, and Vanya looking a little scared and excited at the same time. Once they made it to Klaus Diego sat on his legs, Allison went on the left side of his torso and Vanya went onto his right. Vanya poked his side earning them another squeak. Diego held up three fingers and counted down with them, and on one they launched the attack. Klaus shrieked and curved his body upward trying to escape the tickly feelings. While all of this was happening Five had been staring off into nothing. Five quickly snapped out of his trance when he heard his name.

“Wait, what? Did someone say my name?”

“Yeah, I was saying that we might have actually found someone more ticklish than you,” Diego replied, causing both Five and Klaus to turn cherry red.

“THERERERES NOHOHOHOO WAAAAY,” Klaus said through his laughter.

“Please, there’s no way I’m more ti-sensitive than you.”

“Aw, look at him, he can’t even say the word,” Allison cooed causing Five to adopt an even darker shade of red onto his face.

“WAAAAIT BEN SAAAAAYYYYS HEEE HAAAAAS AAAAN IDEAAAAA.” After hearing this, the other three stopped tickling him and let Klaus catch his breath so he could conjure up Ben. After a few seconds of heavy breathing Klaus got to his feet and closed his eyes in concentration. Klaus let out a small huff and Ben appeared in front of everyone’s eyes. After everyone said a quick hello to Ben and gave him a hug Ben share his idea.

“Alright, so since this is obviously going to be a fight, why don’t we just have a competition? Luther can hold them both down and they each pick girl and one guy to be on their ‘team’ or opposing team depending on how you think about it. The four of us tickle one spot at a time, but we tickle them both at the same time and whoever has the stronger reaction ‘wins’ that round, or loses depending on how you think about it. Then whoever has the stronger reaction on the most spots in the end ‘wins’ or-”

“Loses depending on how you think about it,” the rest of the family finishes for him.

“Exactly.”

“Sounds good to me, Five, Klaus, rock paper scissors to see who gets to pick first,” Allison commanded. The boys did the game, and Klaus came out on top.

“Alright, Vanya, you’re on my team.”

“Okay, then Ben, I want you,” Five said pointing at said boy. The two Hargreeves hurried over to their respective sides, quickly followed by Allison going to Five and Diego going to Klaus because the rules stated, one boy, one girl on each team. Five and Klaus both looked at each other and said a nervous good luck then laid on their backs with their arms above their heads. Luther was quick to scoop up both pairs of wrists and firmly pin them down.

“So start on neck?” Vanya asked, walking towards Klaus’ head without waiting for an answer. The other three complied stationing themselves at their respective “teammate’s” neck.

“Okay, 3, 2, 1, go!” Luther announced, unleashing a flurry of fingers onto the necks. Five merely giggled and tried to scrunch up his shoulders, nothing much. Klaus on the other hand… Oh boy, Klaus practically shrieked then fell into loud belly laughter.

“Hmm, I wonder who wins, what do you guys think?” Ben asked

“SHUUUUUT UUUUP BEHEHEHEN” Klaus tried to sound mad, but let’s be honest, in what world can you sound mad while being tickled? The four ticklers took their time to draw to a slow stop that still had Klaus giggling.

“Okay, so it’s 1-0, underarms next?” Allison asked. They all nodded and Luther counted down again and once again, it began. Five writhed around from side to side and giggled at a loud volume. But once again, then there was Klaus, Klaus was practically shooting into the air, but only giggling. Everyone thought it was quite endearing, how his body was betraying his voice or vice versa depending on how you think about it (Ben’s partial thought process).

“Well, they’re both only giggling, but Five’s giggles are louder,” Ben observed causing Five to blush crimson.

“Yeah, but Klaus is squirming around a lot more than Five,” Diego commented, digging in more to Klaus causing him to yelp.

“Stooop teeeeeaaaasing,” Five and Klaus said in unison. Everyone just laughed at their brothers, glad to see them laughing.

“Geez, Klaus, that’s 2-0, are you even going to give Five a chance?” Ben taunted his buddy.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with,” Klaus said trying to hide his blush in his arms.

“Your wish is my command, what do you say guys, ribs next?” Everyone quietly agreed, well almost everyone.

“No!” Five squeaked out, his face visibly paler than the last time.

“Sorry Five, you don’t really get a say in this,” Allison said, placing her hands on Five’s ribs making him squeak.

“Aw, he’s so cute, did you hear the squeak?” Vanya gushed over her younger (ish) brother.

“I’d stop teasing him if I were you, I don’t think his face can go any redder, and I think he’s gonna blow up if it does get any redder,” Ben said also placing his hand onto Five’s ribs.

“Sh-shut up.” As soon as the words left his mouth Five regretted it, both Allison and Ben fug into his ribs at the same time. Shortly followed by Diego and Vanya copying the action on Klaus. Five felt like his stomach was about to touch the roof with how high he arched his back. Five immediately came crashing trying to evade the tickly feelings invading his ribs.

“GAAAAAAH STAHAHAHAHAP,” Five squealed, not really wanting it to stop, but he wanted to put on a show for them. Meanwhile, Klaus was merely giggling once again at the tingling he felt at his ribs. The rib tickling continues on for a couple more minutes before they all conclude that Five is the winner.

“Alright, 2-1, you’re catching up Five,” Diego said, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder making Five cringe. “Alright, let’s continue this, sides next?” The two “victims” just sat there in silence not wanting to waste energy. Luther started up the countdowns again, but even before that both Klaus and Five were already squirming and giggling.

“We haven’t even touched you guys yet,” Allison said astounded.

“They’re just that ticklish,” Ben answered digging into Five’s sides causing the same reactions that had ensued with the rib tickling. Klaus, however, had a much different reaction than what happened with the rib tickling. Klaus had about the same reaction as Five was having right at this moment. He was thrashing every which way and laughing just about as hard as he possibly could.

“Hmm, well they both seem to be pretty ticklish here, so why don’t we try something a little stronger,” Diego suggested with a wave of his eyebrows. Everyone nodded and started leaning their heads downward.

“NOHOHOHO, NAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAIR,” Five said trying to move away from the incoming pairs of lips.

“IIIIIIII AGREEEEEEEE.” The four of them didn’t listen, all at once they all blew a raspberry into Five’s and Klaus’ sides. Five arched his back to the point that it looked like it was going to break, shrieked, then fell into silent laughter, slamming back down onto the ground writhing around like a worm. Klaus, simply fell into silent laughter, not having enough energy to fight back. After both of their faces turned blue everyone stopped and let them sit up and take a break.

“You guys having fun?” Vanya asked rubbing Five and Klaus’ backs.

“No,” they both said in unison a little too quickly. Everyone just smiled at the two lovingly.

“Are you guys ready to continue yet? We only have two spots left, right guys?” Allison asked.

“Yeah, I think so, unless of course they tie, in which case we have three,” Ben responds. Five and Klaus groan, but still lay down side by side with their arms above their heads. Allison was first to speak,

“Stomach then?” Everyone nodded and waited for Luther to count down. On three all hell broke loose, Klaus was screaming with laughter and bucking like a bronco. Five wasn’t handling it much better, he was bouncing around from side to side, also screaming with laughter, but squeaking and snorting along with it every couple of seconds. Everyone already knew who had won, but they couldn’t help but continue.

“Alright, guys, we know who won, they’re turning blue again,” Luther input, not wanting to kill his siblings. Everyone stopped and repositioned themselves down at the boys’ feet.

“Alright boys, 3-2, Five made his comeback Klaus, unless you tie it here, Five wins,” Diego said smirking, knowing very well that Klaus’ feet were almost as ticklish as his were.

“You know, you’re just being mean at this point,” Klaus attempted to pout, but he couldn’t break the smile on his face. Luther started the countdown for the fifth time now and they started the attack on the guys’ feet. Five quietly giggled and slightly moved side to side, the tickling not really affecting him that much seeing as how his feet weren’t that ticklish. Klaus, on the other hand, was squirming around so much that Luther almost lost his grip on him.

“OKAHAHAHAY, THAHAHAHAT’S ENOUGH, TIE BREAKER!” Everyone backed off the two and cuddled to discuss what the tie breaker should be. Once they returned Ben started in a very loud and quite obnoxious voice,

“Since it is 3-3 we have decided that the tie breaker shall be, wait for it, the knees! Bum bum bum!” Five’s face just drained of all color, he knew he could barely take someone barely touching his knees, but two people? He would absolutely going to die. Everyone just cooed and/or laughed at him.

“Aw, what’s wrong Five? Is the little baby just too tickwish on his knees?” Diego teased, a fake pout ever so present on his face. Five merely mumbled something that sounded awfully close to, “fucker, teasing me.” Klaus, just happily layed down and got comfortable, wearing a cocky smirk throughout the process. He knew he had it in the bag, his knees were about as ticklish as Five’s feet. Five begrudingly laid down, mumbling about how this was, “biased as fuck,” and that they were “setting him up to ‘win.’” Luther counted down for the final time and the tickling began. Five immediately began to fail like mad. His laughter had gone up about three octaves and was so loud they were sure the neighbors were going to call the cops. On top of all that he was making every noise in the book, squeak, squeal, hiccup, snort, you name it, he was doing it. Everyone thought it was so adorable that they abandoned Klaus (who was barely giggling, and kind of twitching) to go help tickle Klaus. As soon as Klaus got the ghost feelings out of his feet (which were still there, that’s how tickling Klaus’ feet are) he went over to help as well. Five was silently laughing in a matter of seconds. Two people were bad enough, but five people! He couldn’t take it. Five was desperately trying to get words to form in his mouth, but he couldn’t it was impossible to make a word, much less a sentence. Thankfully after about half a minute of this new form of torture they all stopped and got off of Five. Diego swooped into the protective brother roll,

“You okay bud? Did we take it too far?” Diego started to gently massage Five’s shoulders after he stopped the heavy breathing causing little giggles to fall out of his mouth.

“Nohoho, it was okahahay.” Everyone smiled lovingly at Five for about the millionth time for that day.

“Well I guess we know who’s more ticklish then,” Vanya said giving a little poke to Five’s side causing him to squeak.

“Yup, it’s our baby brother,” Allison teased, ghosting her fingers over Five’s neck.

“I’m ohoholder thahahan you,” Five said trying to glare, but failing miserably.

“Yeah Five’s more ticklish, but Klaus isn’t far behind,” Ben stated copying Vanya’s action onto Klaus. Klaus just weakly giggled and pawed at Ben’s hand.

“Alright, I think they’ve had enough for today and we’re running out of food. I’m gonna go to the store. Anyone wanna come with?” Luther asked digging in his pocket for the care keys.

“I will, I need more mascara,” Allison volunteered.

“Yeah me too, but I’m coming to make sure you,” Vanya said playfullying waving a finger at Luther, “Don’t forget anything like you do every time.”

“Good idea.” The three of them got up waving a quick goodbye to the remaining four. Diego started to stand up when Klaus stopped him, his face bright red

“Um D-diego, c-could you maybe ti-tickle me a little more?” Diego didn’t even need to think about it he immediately pounced on Klaus going straight for his neck. Klaus was in hysterics in seconds. Five stared longingly at Klaus and Diego, his bottom out in a pout. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ben.

“Five, do you want me to tickle you some more?” Ben asked. Five nodded, his face redder than Klaus’ was,

“Y-yes please.”

“I’d be happy to, where? Knees?”

“N-no I c-can’t take an-anymore of th-that tonight, m-maybe my sides?” Ben just nodded and pulled Five so close to him he was practically in his lap. Ben went from lightly tracing patterns making Five squirm around and giggle to digging into his sides, making him thrash around and belly laugh. Klaus was having just as much fun with Diego. Diego had slipped his hands under Klaus’ shirt and into the hollows of his arms. Klaus had shot his arms down as soon as this happened trapping Diego’s hands.

“DIEEEGOHOHO, NAHAHAHA, STOHOHOP.”

“Well I would bud, but you have trapped my hands under your arms, they’re stuck.” Klaus couldn’t even respond to the teasing, he had gone into silent laughter. Diego started to retract his hands when he heard Five shriek. Ben had lifted up his shirt and started blowing raspberry after raspberry into his stomach

“BEHEHEN NOHOHO, I CAHAHAN’T TAAAAAAKE IIIIIIT.” Ben just laughed into Five stomach and blew another raspberry making Five pound his fists into the couch. Diego looked over at Klaus evilly.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Klaus said trying to sound serious but failing horribly.

“But it looks so fun,” Diego said, slowly coming towards Klaus. Klaus got up and ran up the stairs, Diego hot on his heels. Ben and Five shortly thereafter heard a thud followed by Klaus’ shrieking.

“I guess Diego caught him,” Ben said removing his hands from Five’s torso.

“Yeah, I’m sure Klaus doesn’t mind that much, I know I didn’t,” Five replied his face a dark shade of red, “Hey, and thanks for doing that for me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Ben said gently squeezing Five’s knee making Five laugh.

“Nohoho, you said yohohou wohohouldn’t.”

“When?”

“I dohohon’t knohohow.”

“Exactly, I didn’t.” For the next half an hour, the Hargreeve household was filled with loud, happy, boisterous laughter.

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dontblamemebrucemademecrazy · 5 years

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L💘VER

Good morning Swifties! No one asked for my track by track thoughts on Lover but I want to share them anyway so here we go!

I Forgot That You Existed - what. a. great. opener. I love this song, it feels like Taylor shook off her reputation snakeskin and is ready to rock her Lover wings. I can feel the happiness in Taylor’s voice singing this.

Cruel Summer - A WHOLE BOP. I cannot wait to scream at the top of my lungs .~*HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL AND ITS NEWWWWWWW*~. on tour with all my fellow Swifties. One of my absolute favorites on the album (it’s so hard to pick just one favorite so we just won’t go there). This bridge feels like the love child of out of the woods’ bridge and blank space.

Lover - another one of my favorites. This song is just so completely stunning. The only way to describe this song is romantic and timeless. Stunning visuals on the music video. We’ve spent years loving Taylor’s love songs but this song feels like the first song about being truly in love and I think it’s one of the best songs she’s ever written.

The Man - the production on this is fantastic. I would love to see a music video for this, I think the visuals could make such a statement. Love the Leo reference. As a woman who has experience with being treated differently than men in my career, this is 100% being added to my girl power playlist. It almost reminds me of the song in A Star is Born - Why Did You Do That? Which is iconic.

The Archer - this woman’s lyricism is on a different level than anyone else out there. The way she captures anxiety and imposter syndrome so perfectly combined with the instrumental build up makes this song such an emotional trip.

I Think He Knows - love this one! I want to do a flash mob to this song in the middle of Central Park. Can I make cheesy choreography to this and perform it in public and call it a flash mob? No? Ok I still love everything about this song. Fave line - he’s so obsessed with me and Boyyy I understanddddd 😉

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince - this has rep vibes with a dash of I Knew You Were Trouble spice? I feel like such a moody queen breaking it down while singing “miss amer-i-can-a and the heart-break prince (OKAY)”. Love how different this sounds than the first set of songs.

Paper Rings - ok Taylor???? Take my money, my soul and dignity with this song. This one is soooooooo fun! I love the instruments (especially the drums) in this one. Stay Stay Stay’s older cooler pop punk sister is alive and well in this song.

Cornelia Street - wow, I feel like I am sitting in the back of the car with Taylor and experiencing the flash forwards of this relationship when I listen to this one. My heart aches when I listen to this song. The chorus makes me want to emotionally sway and scream the lyrics with my bestie while wine drunk. Love the reference to love being her religion (hi don’t blame me)

Death By A Thousand Cuts - brb spending the rest of my life trying to learn how to play this on guitar. Another one of my favorites, the lyricism is outstanding, production is beautiful. Fave lyric in this one - I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright, they say I.. don’t... know. Also love the “my”s echoing in the background of the bridge. Love love love this one.

London Boy - this one gives me big end game / king of my heart vibes for some reason. I just took a trip to London a few weeks ago and I feel like I can sing this song with so much more passion now that I know the places she’s referencing 😂 it’s a cute bop. Taylor if you ever wanna day drink in the afternoon in Soho, let me know!

Soon You’ll Get Better - this is going to be one of the Taylor songs that I can’t listen to often. The lyrics hit too close to home, I can only imagine how hard this was to write and record. Taylor, this song is so beautiful. Sending all my love to you and your family.

False God - ok, so this song is SEXY sexy. That sax. The accent voice (idk what this is called?). Dress is found rolled up in a ball in the back of Taylor’s closet. Phew, this song is such a mood.

You Need To Calm Down - a bop since it first came out. Music video is legendary. Big Swift Evergy in this song. I blame this song for me telling everyone who exists that they need to calm down.

Afterglow - I think this song really ties into the theme that Taylor is going for on Lover. This song is so important, there are moments like this in relationships and the lyrics really hit home. Love isn’t always the “Lover” and “I Think He Knows” moments. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a song from any other artist that’s captured this aspect of relationships so perfectly. Fave line - why’d I have to break what I love so much?

Me! - again another bop since day one. Love how it fits in with the rest of the album. Self love is so important everyone!!!! You have to love yourself and see your worth in a relationship! Catch me trying to hit the high heee heeee heeeeee notes for the rest of my life.

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - probably the most interesting song on the whole album. The way she maintains the same emotion while singing the entire song is very non-Taylor esque if that makes sense? I feel like we’re so used to hearing her pour emotion into her delivery. I would love to hear more on the background and songwriting process for this one. I can’t stop listening to this track.

Daylight - wow what a breath of fresh air. This feels so airy and I can feel the weight being lifted off of Taylor shoulders. Perfect song to walk to watch the sunrise in the morning with good headphones. Feels like a new beginning but it’s the closing track which is so cool. I love the way she sings “it’s brighter now”. Love the reference back to Red. Perfect closing track.

@taylorswift this record is an absolute masterpiece and I am SO proud to be your fan. This is some of your best work and you should be extremely proud of yourself - this is YOURS. No one can take that away from you. You deserve all the success in the world, can’t wait to watch how the rest of this era unfolds. I’ll be by your side until the very end 💘

Thanks for coming to my Taylor Talk. @taylornation

#lover #lover review #taylurking #taylornation

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amyure · 5 years

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CASQUETTE’S EPISODE - PART 2

[Apologies for the huge gap between the two episodes X_X this slipped through my backlog somehow - Nab]

[Continuing the first half, here is the summary of the second half of CASQUETTE’S episode. - Esh]

Under Chacha's guidance, Miwako, who among the four ladies had the best acting ability, was told to infiltrate the building where Yotsugishi’s office was. She managed to get to the same floor as the office by disguising as a cleaning service lady, and right away found Yotsugishi on the phone in a hallway. While Miwako was talking with Chacha [over an earpiece], who told her to make contact, Yotsugishi noticed her and went, "Hey you!" *gasp* "Take this trash!" before he walked away while still talking (Miwako was like *cold sweat).

After that, she infiltrated the office. Miwako was going is this against the law? And Chacha was like, not really, you’re just brushing by it. Miwako was like TAT. Chacha told her to carry out the second phase of the plan, by first going to the women’s restroom... and a while later Miwako came out in a wig, disguised as an American girl and basically just copying Susu's style of talking (while also wondering if that style would fit her age).

She went to Yotsugishi, saying she wanted to deliver a present for a model friend, but her looks quickly caught his eye and he scouted her out. As they sat down, with Yotsugishi asking her to see the documents, Yotsugishi's phone rang and he had to leave Miwako alone to pick it up. However, it was just Chacha calling him ; when Yotsugishi came back, Miwako was gone.

Running away from the scene, Miwako tried to catch her breath, but a security guard saw her and asked for a pass, which she did not have. She ran away out of the building, asking Chacha for help as the guard came out running after her. At that moment, Mimi's car skidded over and she said, "Hop on!"

...Back at the dorm, they examined the documents Miwako had stolen from the office, specifically Chizuru's. In them, they found out that Chizuru’s contract had a ridiculous ‘contract cancellation’ stipulation, which effectively meant Chizuru could not break the contract without having to pay an impossible amount of money. On top of that, they also found a brochure for plastic surgery.

Apparently, the 3 roads that Chizuru had talked about [in the earlier half of the episode] were:

1. A road that would hurt her, the plastic surgery,

2. A road that would hurt her family, the contract cancellation fee, and the last was, as Sisala had figured out, and

3. The road that would hurt someone else, hurting Sisala (a competitor) so Chizuru could get onto the stage.

However, Chizuru had not done that, and had helped Sisala instead, who realized how her hands had been trembling at the time. Chacha did a quick background check on the office and found out that it was a new office, and seemingly okay on the surface. However, they apparently gave out promotion payouts depending on the sale of certain talents. So, Yotsugishi was just trying to sell Chizuru for his own gain to get promoted.

Sisala thanked the others, but asked them to let her handle the rest, as they had helped her aplenty already. After Sisala left though, the three looked at one another like they knew what each other was thinking, and Chacha proceeded to say, "Let’s punish him."

By the river bank, Sisala met Chizuru. Sisala shared all the things she had found out, and Chizuru confirmed her info was true.

Chizuru shared that she had been happy at first when she was scouted by Yotsugishi, and her mother back in the countryside had also been so happy. But, there had only been pain after pain afterwards. When she heard about what had happened to Sisala and co. when they became idols, Chizuru was hurt at just what a stark difference there was between their experiences.

Sisala said that, just like how Chizuru had saved her, she wanted to save Chizuru as well. She said that Chizuru might be able to appeal for the contract cancellation fee if she could prove that coercion was involved in the contract. As she was saying that, however, Yotsugishi suddenly appeared.

He said that there were only 3 paths for Chizuru (plastic surgery, paying the fee, or hurting someone else) because the industry was harsh, and getting onto the ladder meant stepping on someone else. He went on to say that the weak would get crushed by the strong and blunt. Sisala said no, there was still a way if the original contract was still at hand, even as she acknowledged they did not have proof that coercion happened. But, Yotsugishi took the contract documents out and ripped them. He proceeded to say that there was no hope for Chizuru, and people biting each other in the back was the way things work, adding that there was a traitor even in Sisala's side.

At that moment, Mimi appeared. She went ichaicha [lovey-dovey] with Yotsugishi. Sisala was like ???. Yotsugishi proceeded to say, Mimi had gone to him and told him what had happened and that is why he was there; even if what happened was the truth, no one would believe the word of a no-name model, and Chizuru would be stuck in the hellhole forever.

“Sowwwwyyy, but I can’t help it, Yotsugishi is so cool~~~” Mimi said, “that he doesn’t even know how I have this all live-streamed. Even if no one will believe a no-name model's words, people would believe the word of the perpetrator themselves, now wouldn’t they?”

Yotsugishi, horrified, asked when the live-stream had started, and Mimi told him, “Since the very beginning.”

Miwako and Chacha came and Chacha said, “He was so easily tricked it wasn’t funny. No wonder though, he can't even manage his talent well.”

As Yotsugishi was going AAAAAA Sisala said, "Chizuru, this is your chance. In the past, I thought I was living alone in the dark, and I thought, ‘that'd be fine’. But I was wrong. My head was too deep in my own cap, hiding under shadows I created myself. So straighten up your cap and look forward, there will definitely be light.”

After hearing those words, Chizuru went, "Yotsugishi-san, I... I resign from the contract!" and slapped it towards Yotsugishi clearly. The others went wow~ straight up and Mimi went, “Before our identity is leaked, let’s cut the stream off heee. Byee~~~”

Only after that, Sisala thanked the three of them formally. Miwako and Mimi were like, isn't it time for you to drop the honorifics already?

Sisala said, “I guess you are right, Mimi, Miwako, Chacha.”

Chacha said that she wouldn’t drop honorifics when she called them, and that some things are felt without needing to be said.

Mimi said that she already thought Chacha would say that.

A few days after, Mayuko called Sisala, saying “That was you guys on the stream, right?”

“How do you…” Sisala replied.

“Ah, as I thought.” Mayuko thanked Sisala about Chizuru. She had thought the girl had been acting strange, and seemingly targeting Sisala, and Mayuko was glad that Sisala had gone to help Chizuru. Mayuko said that Chizuru had gone back home to the countryside, hence choosing ‘the 4th path’, although Mayuko didn't understand what that ‘4th path’ was all about. Sisala, happy to hear that, stopped Mayuko before she could hang up, asking her about something....

At Nanastar, Sisala, Mimi, Miwako, and Chacha met each other like heeey, and seeing that, Shihainin commented on how he had been seeing them together a lot recently, to which Miwako replied, “Maybe we just kinda clicked.”

Mimi looked at Shihainin and went, “I just realized that I am very glad to have been scouted by you.”

Shihainin was confused.

Miwako said the same, and so did Sisala. Chacha even said something along the lines of, ‘that accessory of an eye you have, seems to have a bit of use.’

Mimi was like, “Shihainin look, even Chacha praised you.” (Shihainin: I don’t feel like I’m being praised at all...)

Shihainin then proceeded to announce that he had something to talk to them about, but they cut him off.

“We already know,” they said.

"Eh?" Shihainin was caught off guard

"We even have the ‘Name’ already."

"That means yes!"

~~~End of CASQUETTE’S episode~~~

Back to summaries

[And that concludes the origin story of CASQUETTE’S...

By the way there are at least 5 times where Mimi/Miwako said, "We really clicked with each other!" in the whole episodes like, KI GA AU WA NEEE and I feel like saying, "WAKATTORU WAAAAA. ICHIICHI IWANTOITE NAAAA" but anyway yes.

Sorry for the looooooong time I took before updating. [Er, I took a liiiitle bit longer on my end though aha - Nab]

Btw I typed this on my phone. My thumbs had the most training ever, it'd get six pack if I wrote longer. See ya around! Hope this helps! - Esh]

#azami miwako #ootori chacha #futagawa mimi #kawasumi sisala #eshtarwind #t7s #tokyo 7th シスターズ #tokyo 7th sisters #Episode Translation #translation blog #translation #CASQUETTE'S #ナナシス

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shazrystyles · 6 years

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hey I loved your wedding art so much I was gonna take a look at your commission post(even tho I know I don't have any money lmao) but I just saw they are closed now oof but anyways thought I would let you know your art is amazing and keep it up!!! Also, I just saw that you're a self taught artist and I've been trying to get into it too so can you maybe guide me a bit? like any resources that helped you and anything you think will help me learn on my own?

Hey there lovely anon! Awww… thank you thank you thank you!!! You’re an amazing Nonnie too XD Sorry I have to close it since the list of commission are getting quite long, and since I’m back in Uni, I’ll get busy with studying a bit. Right now I’m still trying to do my best on finishing all of the commissions while I still have some free time.

Wow! Ganbatte Nonnie! You’re gonna be great artist. I know you can! Mmmm..the tips that I’m about to share is a bit long. heee… I hope you’ll find this useful XD

Great Effort and Practice, Practice, Practice! I hope you’re not getting sick with the word ‘Practice’, but that’s the reality. Nobody can just ace in something without a tonnes of practice. Try to draw something daily, even if it’s just some messy doodle in class, it still count as practice.

Watch YouTube tutorials. There’s actually many tutorials that you can found on YouTube. Seriously, they are ALL AMAZING! I don’t have any YouTuber preferences, cuz I tend to watch randomly, just any vids that I think interesting. When I was still noobies with digital art, YT vids are the most helpful thing in my life! I actually learn how to use layers, tricks, drawing hacks and etc. from YT.

Referencesssssss…. for startup, this is the most important thing. You may be able to envision on what to draw in your mind, but somehow, when you want to start drawing, it just turns out blank cuz you don’t know how to do it. Drawing doesn’t have to just be about drawing whatever you imagine and tadaaa it’s done, sometimes you need references. In the past, I just referred from comic books, and some art magazine. There’s no Internet at my house at the time lol. I try to draw like in the comic, something like same pose but different hair or outfit. Well, now it is much easier. Everything is on the Internet. OH! I found this one amazing website which have great references if you want to practice on figure drawing, just click here! You can customize the settings whether u want to practice on facial expression, or hands, or body poses, or even animals. (WARNING: There’s nudity in there, but you can switch it off on the setting) It’s totally AWESOME!!!

Take a break in awhile. There will be times that you feel like you’re not making any progress. Your drawing sucks. It’s ugly. Why you can’t make it beautiful like his/her drawing? Why people kept criticizing your arts but exactly all you wanna do is make them happy. You can’t draw anything cuz you’re having the artist block. You starting to feel down and you want to give up. Yeah, I’ve been there. and still do. But don’t worry, it will pass. If you feel like things are getting pretty stressed up, just take a break. Try to do other things. Well, I prefer to just watch some movies, or blast some songs and sing my heart out, talk to someone I’m close to, or just go to sleep. Sometimes, all you need is just rest. Or maybe a hiatus to clear your mind. But don’t make it too long, cuz it could took quite some time to gain back your drawing skills (I learn it from my hiatus a while ago..I kindof forgot how to draw faces, but it came back after a while hehe ^^).

Make a Personal Sketch Book. Sketchbook is like a necessity to me. It’s more like for doodles and some gibberish stuff I make up in there, but still it’s where I pour out everything I hold inside of me. If you’re creative enough, you can decorate it with stickers and washi tape etc. But I prefer mine to be just as it is. This book totally helpful if you want to look back on your old drawing or doodles, and even improving your art style. Any book that you’re comfortable to draw in it is cool. So far, I have three sketchbooks in my collection. Seriously, you will be super impress when you look back on your old sketchbook ^^ It’s FUN!

I think that’s all I can think of. I would love to hear more from you, Nonnie!💕💕💕

#Shaz Art Tips #Anon Ask

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vide0-nasties · 7 years

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A Punishing Few

Pairings: Julian/Asra, Asra/MC, Julian/MC

Content Warnings: Blood imagery, imbalanced relationship dynamics, unhealthy and poorly defined relationship boundaries, vague dream sex, vague dream voyeurism

Word Count: 3992

Author’s Note: My apprentice, Eustacia, is heavily featured in this bad boy, but she doesn’t actually show up until the end. This is also a much, much bleaker fic than ‘I Do Not Love You.’

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It’s the cruel part of Asra that makes the incomparable comparisons. It’s this cruel part of him that says Ilya’s mouth doesn’t taste like Eustacia’s, and that’s why he doesn’t kiss him nearly as much.

Ilya’s mouth is coffee, leather, paper pulp. The dust taste of libraries, tombs, and colleges the doctor never went to.

Eustacia’s was metallic—gold and blood ghosts. Fresh-turned earth and the clean, fat rain that feeds it. The prickling high note of seawater, lingering in his sinuses, stinging his eyes if they were anything but closed.

If Asra shuts off his senses—shuts his eyes, blocks his ears, numbs his hands, and blots out Ilya’s—he can almost taste her. Coffee isn’t so different from metal, nor leather from wet land.

A slantways rhyme—forcing two things together because they’re close enough.

They’re both possessed of greedy hands.

Eustacia was grabby and tactile. She lived off physical contact and faded if that need—and it was a need—was neglected. Asra loved being touched by her. She touched him in the way a pantheon deity might touch a mortal with whom they’d fallen in love: with never-ending surprise and delight.

Constant and experimental exploration, trying their damnedest to find a breaking point, and then pushing the littlest bit further. Not enough to damage, just enough to sate their ageless curiosity.

Ilya touches him nervously, a curator holding an ancient and priceless artifact or holy text that might crumble into ash out of pure spite. Wide-eyed marvel and disbelief—out of the entire world, I get to touch? is the question his hands ask with every landing.

Ilya is the mortal that has fallen in love with a pantheon deity. Asra, knowing how it feels to love this entity that faces down eternities, tries to be gentle and forthright in return.

This will not last forever.

Do not count on sustaining yourself with these table scraps the rest of your days.

Someday, the hand that you adore is going to stop feeding you and return to the feast.

Asra’s warnings are heard, but unheeded. Ilya is not a bad man. He’s a very good man. But he is a fool, his hope a barb that he sticks himself with, ending up sick.

Please, Ilya, please. Asra doesn’t want to break his heart, because it’s a soft and wounded thing that doesn’t know how to stop bleeding, and never thought to learn how, but Asra waits on—

If he completes the thought—waiting on something better—he won’t be able to stand himself, or look at Ilya, for at least the rest of the day.

Ilya stands over his desk, and Asra feels hateful while bitterly missing a ghost. The picture is all wrong, but the rhyme is slantways and Asra is the one frustrated at the way it doesn’t fit together.

The hair is not dark enough, nor are the eyes. The nails are too short, bitten, on ten fingers instead of twelve. The hips are too thin, the curve of haunch and shank hardly a curve at all. The tip of the nose aims for the floor, and the bridge is too curved.

Asra presses his eyes closed, and rubs the heels of his hands into them.

Ilya cannot help it. He doesn’t deserve this silent scorn. He doesn’t even know of Asra’s commitment to the ghost that haunts him.

They’re both beautiful, and the fault lies with Asra, because he can’t stop thinking that Ilya isn’t beautiful in the right ways. He rises to his feet, intent on soothing his own mind and silently apologizing to the oblivious doctor.

When Ilya jolts into Asra’s hand as it skates up the gullet of his spine between his shoulders, Asra’s relieved that it’s warmth and fondness curling in his stomach and not resentment. “You look tense, Ilya. Standing on these floors is going to ruin your back.”

“Well, I’m not, ah, it’s not as if I’m standing in—it’s not like I’m standing in one place. I’m moving, and I set. Sometimes.” He looks distracted and slightly confused, blinking forcefully.

He was really, really thinking, and Asra pulled him from it, throwing him to an in-between place to scrape together his bearings. He can’t help his humming laugh, thinking of Ilya being so immersed in his work, he could’ve very well been alone in the middle of a barren desert and never noticed.

Recognition sweeps over Ilya, and a grin pulls at his mouth—

Almost right, not perfect. Too rounded, sloping. Teeth are too straight, too small, no gold canines. No dimples—

“Besides, you know how I am—think better when I’m on the move. Pacing ruts in the floor, wearing out carpets. If I didn’t wear boots, my legs would probably end in ankles,” he laughs, raking the bright hair out of his brighter eyes. “Wouldn’t that be a shit-show? I could probably land a cushy living at a medical college, though…maybe get my doctorate, all the bells and whistles.”

“Take a break?” Asra asks, kneading his fingers into the muscles at the base of Ilya’s skull, feeling the way they’re bound up like a clenched fist. “Get some lunch, rub your neck. I could crack it. It’ll feel like you have a brand new one after.”

In time, he’ll learn to keep these gestures and offerings off the table, once he understands how well it feeds Ilya’s sad, starved little heart and stokes the furnace of his hope.

Right now, he wants to feel Eustacia, even if it’s only through applying something she’d taught him on someone else, trying to imagine her hands untying the knots in his muscle and unlocking his seized skeleton.

Asra has dreams where he and Eustacia stand in the meadowlands with mud up to their knees, catching falling stars with their bare hands. She catches nine and strings them together in a crown, settling it on his curls.

They don’t burn at all.

Gladly, she eats a fallen star right out of his hands, making her eyes and mouth glow like moonlight when she throws her head back to laugh.

He reaches for her, she reaches back, and when their mouths meet, the light inside her lights him up, too.

Asra has dreams of warm smothering. He knows these are Ilya.

Ilya comes to his door wearing gin blossoms and swaying. A bottle of dark liquor sloshes in his unsteady hands, spilling on the carpet, beads rolling down the back of his hands. It reeks and creates an enormous, blooming smell that will be inescapable for days.

“Hyyello, muh dearrr,” he slurs, slouching against the doorjamb to meet Asra’s height. Asra’s not sure whether the move was intentional, but he is sure that his irritation is growing into something larger and meaner.

Something that bears sharper claws and bigger teeth.

Something that resembles Eustacia.

“What are you doing, Ilya?” he hisses.

“M’just…heh, heee, just here to pay my favorite magician a houzze call. Is there something wrong with that? Would you tell me so, Asra?” His name comes out a sliver-sharp hiss, two snake syllables forced between the teeth. Ilya gives the bottle a jiggle, thankfully not spilling anymore. “Had some left, aaand I thought of you. Y’know what they say—sharing’s for friends. Or…caring. Or something. Hm.”

You’re drunk, Asra starts to say, but the words never leave his mouth.

Ilya crashes into him, an arm around his shoulders, trying to cradle his head. His face is hot, his mouth is hot, and so are the tears he immediately starts to cry.

Anger surges up Asra’s throat like vomit, scorching him from the bottom of his lungs to the tip of his tongue. His hands curl into Ilya’s shirt, forceful enough to make the threads holding his seams together groan, and his mind screams with indignation, a wild and threatened animal.

A searing chant: Eustacia-would-never-Eustacia-would-never-Eustacia-would-never—

Eustacia WOULD.

The realization booms through his body, almost blows out the sides of his skull.

Eustacia would never have kissed him like this, with some half-planned sentiments swimming around the bottom of a bottle drained for courage, but she would’ve loved him like this, and she did.

She loved him like digging fingers into a bruise or a cut.

She loved him like it was a curse was put on her by a cruel witch as a newborn: to fall a little in love with most everyone she met, and then fall harder for a punishing few.

The only difference between Eustacia and Ilya is that Asra loved Eustacia back. He was the first person in her life to have ever loved her back, and he had to fight tooth and nail for her to understand that he did.

He loved her with everything in him.

He does not love Ilya.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Ilya simpers, words melting and fusing together because of his drunkenness, trying to pull Asra closer. “Tell me—tell me what I can do. I’ll change, I’ll change for you. However you want, you need. I’ll be what you want me—”

“Ilya,” Asra snaps against his mouth, pulling back and catching his eyes. “You. Are. Drunk. You need to sleep.”

After more tears and a halfhearted, one-line argument, Ilya allows himself to be led to Asra’s bed, passing out immediately. He sleeps and sleeps, and, in the morning, wakes up with apologizes in his mouth. He sends flowers.

Asra gives them back in the library that afternoon, silencing Ilya’s embarrassment with a quietly raised hand. It has been far overdue, long misunderstood, and he intends to rectify this mistake. “I’ve misled you, Ilya, and I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t clear enough about my limits.”

At one time, Eustacia had laughed and called him heartless. She had traced the nail of her little finger in the shape of a heart over his chest, and asked how that crater felt.

Watching Ilya’s face fall, hearing the echo of the hairline fractures disfiguring his heart, the crater in Asra’s chest feels nothing except hollow.

Asra has dreams that he is in a place that Eustacia can’t follow. Not yet.

In her hands, she holds a golden compass that has never pointed north. On her head, she wears a crown of nine stars sewn together. Her palms are split open, and they bleed all over the palace’s marble floors, and where the blood drops, sigils begin to blaze.

Be careful, Asra tries to plea, Eustacia, I need you to be careful. I can’t find you, but I’m looking, I’ve never stopped trying to find you.

Ilya walks beside her, and he notices none of it. He only looks at her like she is the answer to every question he’s had in his entire life.

“If I show you a weird and wonderful thing,” she says, and Asra’s stricken by her deep, rolling accent cutting him to the quick, “would you hold it for me?”

“Until my hands fell apart, yes, I would. Forever and ever, just because you asked so nicely,” Ilya laughs, and he smiles when she holds up the compass for his eyes.

The needle spins so fast it’s only a blur, jerking to a stop only to spin the other direction. It can’t decide a direction, a place to stop, until it does.

I don’t touch the compass anymore, Asra tries to confess, I can’t stand the way it won’t find you. It hurts. I can’t think when I think about you.

It points at Ilya, and then it moves again.

She drops it, blood-slick in his hands, and the needle doesn’t blur itself. One lazy, sweeping circle, and it points steadfastly in her direction. “Amazing,” Ilya breathes, glancing up at her. “That’s amazing. What does it mean?”

They are in bed together. Ilya’s bed. She’s on her back, her mink-dark hair is a mess, and her clothes are long forgotten on the floor, mixed with Ilya’s. Both sets are so dark, it’s impossible to parse what belongs to whom.

She pitches her head back and laughs when he takes her by the ankles and practically pulls her into his lap. He ducks down and buries his face in her neck. Her fingers disappear into his hair, and she hiccups in surprise when he plunges into her, her eyes blown wide open, her mouth a grinning, empty bear trap.

Ilya’s back is a tilled field of red, weeping furrows from his shoulders to his hips, a darker color than the handprints Eustacia has left on him. His breathing shudders when she begins to whisper against his ear, her palms making his shoulder, his neck, his temple a canvas for her blood.

You’re bad for each other, Asra tries to tell her, you’re going to stop making light. You’re going to burn out.

Ilya fucks her harder, moaning against her mouth. He chokes on a gasp when she throws her legs around his waist and drives him hard into her. “The moment between my birth and my first breath, my mother took me by the throat and feet, and she broke me over her knee,” she laughs against Ilya’s lips.

It is a story Asra has only heard in her dreams, and only because she dreams loudly.

“There is no one that will love you like I love you, she told me. Kissing my mouth to silence the screaming, she told me, you are mine, and only mine, and only mine, and only-only mine.”

I don’t love you like that, Asra tries to shout, I never loved you like that. Ilya will love you that way, and you’ll hate him for it.

She leaves the story and leans up to Ilya’s searching mouth, listens to the strange poem he breathes into her, “Early this morning, late last night, two dead men rose up to fight. Back to back, they faced one another, drew their swords and shot one another.”

Asra has dreams of being trapped inside a coffin. He knows these are Ilya.

Even from the beginning, Ilya was an eccentric person. Jittery and gliding by turn, a stammering shipwreck of a human being, then a master showman.

In his three ring circus, Ilya is the ringleader, the acrobats, the clowns, the tigers, the sideshow attractions, and the dunk tank, all wrapped into one powerfully confusing and irritating package.

When the eccentricities turn into erratic behavior, however, Asra finds himself putting his weight on his back foot and preparing himself for the worst. While he wants to protect himself, he’s also dumbfounded that he is terrified for the doctor at the same time.

Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, Ilya seems to lurch into violently shifting personalities. He is cool and withdrawn, then he is loud and brazen, and after that, he becomes bright and jovial. He slings jokes in a deadpan, he distances himself from the servants, then flirts filthily with anyone that will stop near him.

On the inside of a week, Ilya has solidified this upsetting behavior into a cohesive whole, and Asra is drawn to him and repulsed at the same time. He justifies this attraction with his concern: there is a reason Ilya has been acting this way, and he has to know if that reason is a danger to anyone else.

Asra warms to him again, and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the absurdities coming from Ilya’s mouth, his strange new cadence, his easy and lazy repose. It isn’t Ilya.

But it comes to him, and, of course, it comes in the form of a ghost.

Already, Ilya had been too close a mirror to Eustacia for comfort, but seeing this carefully crafted façade makes images flash over Asra’s vision, and he is disgusted with himself for being so desperate, for allowing himself to be so easily read.

Ilya was experimenting on himself—finding the skin that Asra would best respond to, and slipping into it like an outfit. Testing him, finding the most pleasing cues to take. Changing himself to suit Asra’s needs and desires.

The doctor has fabricated a Eustacia-skin suit, and Asra can’t breathe.

He can’t breathe, so he cuts off what is strangling him.

Asra is at the palace for his own purposes. Ilya has never, ever been one of them.

Asra has dreams about eyes as black as the new moon, teeth more ivory than enamel, and hands with too many fingers. Eustacia sings sealsongs in her sleep, and she wakes up to kiss him. Eustacia isn’t human, and she loves him as one of her punishing few. Eustacia is a monster, and she laughs and tells him that she is his monster.

He tells her that he can’t wait for her to come home, that he never wants to be apart again.

She tells him soon. She will be home soon.

Asra has dreams about warm smothering, and being trapped inside coffins, and burning in body pits, and drinking blood, and forcing curses. He knows these are Ilya, and he forces himself to wake up.

Ilya has long since stopped being a reliable diversion, but now he’s turning from a possible problem to an outright liability. He presses and prostrates himself, foolhardy and blind to Asra’s real desires and motives.

This is the one saving grace of the situation—Asra has never let Ilya as close as Ilya wanted to be. He has to be concerned about Ilya’s white knight ideas, but he doesn’t have to worry about Ilya toppling his plans like a poorly-built tower.

Asra is so close. Eustacia is so close.

That’s his solace, his goal, his peace.

More and more, Ilya knows to stay clear of him. He no longer visits Asra’s room in the dead of night, he no longer speaks romantically the rare times they do speak. There are no compliments, there are no flowers.

He’s withdrawn, but Asra can’t find anything to enjoy about it.

Ilya might’ve backed off, but when his eyes land on him, they burst into flame the way they do when he thinks he’s found the cure to the plague, and he’s absolutely certain that this time it will work. That can only portend truly bad things, and Asra takes his time shoring up the protection spells on his room at the palace, on the shop in the marketplace, and on his own body.

Using a mirror and stretching as much as he humanly can, Asra dips his fingers into some of Eustacia’s old, blessed ink he’d spirited from the shop, and draws two of her dedicated sigils comprised of runes between his shoulder blades, and a third on the small of his back.

Soundness of mind, solidity of body, and savagery of wit.

The ink glows with his magic, and settles into his skin, leaving him feeling warm and less exposed. The shapes are sloppy, but legible when he looks at them in a bigger mirror, and his heart starts to hammer an off-beat tattoo at the thought that, soon, he will get to see her crisp images once again, all painted with her long, sharp nails.

Or, maybe not. She always kept her nails clipped short for him.

“You’ve got something on your back,” Ilya notes drily around the tincture clamped in his teeth, passing him in the library with a stack of books in his arms that weigh down his entire top half. Asra yanks up his shirt collar, but Ilya says nothing further, dumping the books on his desk and submerging himself in his gruesome diagrams.

“Is there…something on your back?” Nadi asks, hours later, as she gently pulls the fabric of his shirt down for a quick look. “Oh, Asra. I do hope you know what you’re doing with…whatever that may be.”

Asra lets her look, but he doesn’t provide any further information or assurance. The hour is drawing closer and closer to none, and Eustacia will be returned from the place he could not follow. He will retrieve her himself.

He offers the Countess more tea, and looks at her through his lashes with an easy smile as he pours to her mark. She leans forward, the picture of grace, and retrieves her cup.

If there is only one, single thing he will miss about the palace, it will be Nadi.

He’ll miss her bravery, her cunning, her intellect, and her biting wit terribly. He will miss playing chess, walking the gardens, and splashing in the fountain with her.

He will miss disparaging her husband, too, but that is a sorrow he’s more than willing to deal with.

“Asra,” she starts, waiting until she has his full attention to continue. “Have you noticed anything amiss concerning Doctor Devorak? I can’t help but ruminate on his absence as of late, and I’m becoming concerned by his demeanor when he does surface from his work.”

Asra only purses his mouth thoughtfully, shaking his head. “I have, but I think he’s convinced that he’s on the brink of a breakthrough. It might be better if he was allowed some space.”

Nadi sighs and lets her eyes drift to the gardens below them. “I’m sure you’re right, Asra. At the very least, I do hope it is so.”

Years have passed since Eustacia came back incomplete. Not wrong, but not whole either. Asra has broken her many times trying to fit her pieces back together, but the woman he speaks to in the water today more resembles the woman he’d known before than she ever has.

She eats pumpkin bread with her long nails, speaking to him excitedly, and he still drinks it up with relief. Her excitement tastes like her magic—crisp and golden, like nectar, seductive and glowing, like honey.

Her hair has air-dried into waves like frayed ribbons falling into her makeup-free face, and he can look straight at her and think not at all of slantways rhymes and bodies beautiful in the wrong ways, only that, out of every face he has seen in his entire life, this is his favorite.

A little beastly, a bit monstrous, but so familiar he would recognize it in the next life, and the one after that.

It hurts him that she remembers nothing of him, let alone her history, but he is still relieved everyday that she’s here at all, existing in the same world he does.

She slaps her hand on the lip of the fountain and forces a hard swallow down her tattooed throat, her new moon black eyes wide. “Such a tit I am, master, I haven’t told you the wildest part of this idiotic tale. After the Countess left, Doctor Jules broke into the shop.”

Ice lances through Asra’s chest, grabbing his lungs in a fist so he can hardly breathe. “What?”

“Doctor Jules. The murderer. He broke into the shop…” she frowns and looks down at her knuckles, “he was looking for you.”

“Did he try to hurt you?” Asra breathes, sitting forward, desperately wishing he was next to her.

“There’s something in me that thinks it wasn’t his intent,” she admits. “I went on him, as I am wont to do by nature, but he never put hands on me except in defending himself. Then he wanted his cards read. He’s…a strange man. Strange enough that I might even feel a little tenderly for the poor sob, murderer or not.”

The lance widens, turns into a sword, moves in such a way that Asra thinks he’ll be sliced in half from the inside.

Ilya has found the one person Asra values most in the world, he is nigh-on impossible to stop once he has his mind around an idea. She falls a little in love with most everyone she meets, and very hard for a punishing few.

Ilya, Asra can already see, will be one of Eustacia’s punishing few.

#the arcana #the arcana fanfic #asra #julian devorak #asrian #asra x mc #julian x mc #who's ready for more inconsistent nonsense? i know i'm not #i've never written anything less than 1k words and it looks like i'm not about to start #rags wrote a thing #i think me and this pairing are done-zo for a while

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