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waterfallofspace · 11 months

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I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick

That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy! 2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut! 71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it. 76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.

His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes.

‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’

“How was patrol.”

While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’

“It was… alright?”

“Was it now.”

Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip.

“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?”

“You really don’t, do you Sho?”

A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through.

“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”

“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”

Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes.

“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”

“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”

“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”

“Bless you.”

“Thank you.”

The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”

“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?”

Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck.

“You’re warm.”

“I d- heHh…”

The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.

“Bless you.”

“eh’GNXT-!”

Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.

“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”

“Bless you again.”

“Thank you, Mic.”

Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly.

“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”

The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words.

“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!”

“Really, Mic?”

“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”

“Why did you make me tea instea-”

“Blessings, again.”

“heAHhh-!”

He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.

“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”

“Yeah, I wonder.”

“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”

“No particular reason I’d switch out-”

“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”

“-the coffee for tea.”

Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’ In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise.

“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”

“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.

“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”

“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.”

Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.

“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”

“Bless you.”

It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true.

“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”

“You will.”

“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”

“Whatever you say, Shota.”

Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.

“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”

“Aizawa.”

“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!”

The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl.

“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”

“I’m sneezing, I know that.”

“You’re sick, love.”

Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.

“Bless you.”

Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose.

“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”

As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again.

“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…”

“Bless you.”

Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.

“Not done, are you?”

“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-”

Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud.

“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!”

“One for the money!”

“eHYZSHH’oo-!”

“Two for the show!”

“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!”

“Three to get ready, aaaand!”

“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Four to go!”

“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!”

“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.”

Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’

“You really didn’t notice, did you?”

A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.

“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.”

“How long have you- wait, how long have I?”

“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”

“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”

“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.”

“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”

“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!”

Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait.

“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”

“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.”

“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…”

With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’

“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."

"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"

"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?”

Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up.

“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!”

Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon.

Bringing him home.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the ask!!!#e/rasermic my beloved #i will admit im running on NO sleep for this so im hoping its still good hahaha~#mostly my comments at the beginning may be illegible #but either way thank you!!! i hope you enjoy <3 #snz #snzkink #m/ha #a/izawa #m/ic #e/rasermic

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letters-of-fire · 2 months

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4, 5, 25 for howard? >:3

the answer to 4 is here :D and 5 here

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

“Marriage? That’s sweet. My sincere congratulations to all those happily married. Now, forgive me my frankness, but that’s not quite my cup of tea. I, ah, prefer the delights of a bachelor’s life. Some might ask if it ever gets lonely. Well, it could be, if one were to lack company…”

Howard is not the type to marry and he knows it. Marriage would be an unnecessary burden for him. It’s a commitment suitable for those who are afraid to be alone. He, Howard, is never alone nor is afraid to be. He has decency to admit he wouldn’t make a good husband, and if some fool gets their hopes up concerning him, that’s on them. He was married once, yes, he was, a nice attempt, but never again, thank you.

#oc: howard underhouse #the man that couldn't live with guilt and grief and chose to rip them out but there's still a mark left #and on top of that he's about to get his heart broken by another woman he was so foolish to fall for #ask game #thank you so much for the ask!!!

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staud · 3 months

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2, 8, 27 for the hbo war ask game

2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?

this fandom has soo many talented creators! some of my fav mutuals would be @mutantmanifesto for her beautiful art. the way she uses watercolor is stunning but it's really her sketching style that Im in love with! there's so much character and texture in each of her drawings that makes her art so special to me!! one mutual I crush on from afar is @rebeccapearson! whenever I see their gifs on my feed, Im always in awe at their color. hbo war shows are beautifully shot yet very dark/gray, so I admire her talent in creating vibrant and eye-catching gifsets<3 there are so many more creators I'd like to call out but I fear im starting to yap so I'll shoutout just a few more! @lamialamia has a great sense of humor in both her fic and posts, @blood-mocha-latte is all-around talented in all kind of fanworks, and @supervalcsi is an amazing gifmaker who also started/runs THE @hbowardaily!!! 💗

8 - your fav hbowar content you've ever made?

in terms of gifs, I was really happy with how this gifset for bob came out in terms of color! for video edits, this bradnate one felt rewarding for me to experiment in AE with creating film effects and transitions. plus it was made for lenora and i love making edits for ppl which made it all more fun :)

27 - what's your fav moment during your time in the fandom?

definitely the recent secret santa exchange! it was super fun not only making gifts but also seeing everyone elses gifts, like this curation by bel is literally soooo so beautiful & this fic by rie sent me into a baberoe orbit. but my highlight was def receiving this fic by @ackackh - hes one of my fav writers ever & to have such a beautiful story written for me was just surreal!!!! :')

#sorry I am def a rambler #thank you so much for the ask!!!#ask game

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littlemoriflower · 13 days

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What are some hobbies you have that you think fit the mori kei life style? :3

Hello, dear! Thank you so much for the ask!╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

Well, one of the reasons why mori clicked so hard for me was because I have always engaged in the very "stereotypical" mori girl hobbies, such as:

Reading and writing (books have been one of my biggest passions since a very young age, so much so I want to be an author myself one day)

Crocheting and sewing

Going on walks to parks or forests

Collecting small trinkets and/or antique decorations (I very much love to go to flee markets and bag as many antiques as I possibly can, and they are always sooo cheap! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) )

Taking pictures of nature

Reading and getting to know more about nature and animals (I collect magazines that talk about it!)

Recently, I have developed an appreciation for thrifting because of mori, and I like to go to thrift stores with my best friend whenever we can. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

P.S: I also loooooove to listen to music! I have a mori inspired playlist on Spotify, so if anyone would like to give it look, just let me know!!! <3

#✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚🌳⋆｡°✩ asks ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚🌳⋆｡°✩#mori kei #mori girl #thank you so much for the ask!!!#if any of you guys have any more questions don't be afraid to ask!!!#i won't bite i promise<33 #additionally i have been into flip phones recently #as well as old tech #but i didn't list it in the actual post bc i don't think it qualifies as a mori hobby lol

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lannisterdaddyissues · 1 year

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I saw your reblog of the Sound of Music gifset and may I be so bold as to suggest: IceMav Sound of Music AU plus ABO verse?

Alpha!Ice as the slowly thawing captain, omega!Mav as the governess? TG'22 class as the kids?

AHHHHH HELLO FRIEND WELCOME TO MY INBOX THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING IN (and for that delicious gif of christopher plummer as 6 year old me’s dilfsexual awakening… 👀) AND FOR LEAVING SUCH A YUMMY TREAT FOR ME!!!!

i was SO delighted when i saw this ask because if there are two things i love it’s 1) the sound of music and 2) icemav so naturally i would love to combine the sound of music and icemav right? FORTUNATELY i already have discussed this before with both @nicejobkid and @beterparker so i have Thoughts about this.

(i also have so many thoughts about the sound of music being mav’s favorite movie in canon but i can’t find the post i made on that right now so i’m just going to sit quietly and seethe)

but YES icemav sound of music au … the a/b/o verse was NOT included in our original draft but hey, what the hell! i can most certainly get behind it. i don’t have that many ideas for the a/b/o aspect of it right now but i love love LOVE the sound of music aspect of it…

just, ooooh i love the idea of mav being the one to teach ice to open his heart again, and just being so achingly mav that ice is helpless to stop himself from falling so hard and so fast after he starts to dethaw again… i love the idea of the daggers being their kids too bc those kids would ABSOLUTELY try to play matchmaker after things start to heat up between ice and mav… maybe we could have a little fun and spruce the au up with some original scenes too because i just know that hangman would be pushing ice and mav together like barbies, little shit that he is… phoenix too bc anything hangman does she has to do better LOL

and on mav’s side ugh the idea of him developing a very ill-advised crush on his hot boss who wants nothing to do with him is unfortunately so on-brand 😔 especially one he thinks is majorly out of his league (because in this au ice certainly would be)…

it’s interesting to think about how mav’s circumstances might affect his personality a little bit, the same with ice… but the most interesting and wholesome change to explore might be his faith (if one were to stick close to canon and make the abbey his home like maria) vs his sexuality and like… father viper (FATHER VIPER WOULD BE SO FUNNY) giving mav some very supportive lgbt ally parent advice about god loving all his children etc etc <3

maybe that would even be why mav leaves at first bc he’s not just in love with his boss who happens to be engaged to somebody else, he’s in love with a MAN … but love wins in the end and they all live happily ever after <3

anyway since you mentioned a/b/o thoughts like i said, i still don’t have many but uh . there might be something there with captain von trapp’s whistle 😏

#ask #reply #saengak #top gun #icemav #thank you so much for the ask!!!#this was fun to think about :D

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doll-elvis · 10 months

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Your posts about Arlene and the time she spent at Graceland with the other girls got me thinking. Do you think it’s right to victimize people if they don’t view themselves as victims? You’ll often see people online say he groomed or abused these girls that spent time with him but judging by what you’ve shared of Arlene’s book, she clearly doesn’t view herself as a victim and has never said Elvis harmed her in any way.

oh my god I love you for asking this because the victimization of women who do not see themselves as victims is getting tiresome, so thank you so much for the ask <3 😩!!!

this is such an important topic and it is exactly why I find the r kelly comparisons particularly disgusting because the two situations couldn’t be any more different

the women who were with r kelly have identified themselves as victims of a crime and have called for action against r kelly time and time again because of it (and thankfully people finally listened and now he is sitting in prison where he belongs 😄)

and then you have the women who were with Elvis who have never once referred to themselves as victims or have said they were victims of abuse yet, like you said, that is how the media is telling their stories and thus leading their audiences to believe that Elvis acted in a predatory way

for example in the Barbara Walters interview with Priscilla, it is very clear to me that Barbara had an agenda and it showed in the way that Barbara was asking questions, it was like she was fishing for a specific answer from Priscilla to sell the story that Elvis victimized Priscilla

I just find it insane that people think they have the authority to tell a woman whether she was a victim or not that because by doing so they are literally taking away their agency

these women have had decades to reflect on the past, Elvis has been gone for almost 46 years, and yet they still speak about him with love and cherish their time spent with him

here are the last 2 pages of Arlene Cogan’s book where she expresses her love for him and her gratitude for ever have even knowing him

“You were so very special and I am so much better a person and so proud that I was blessed enough to have been one of those who were extremely close to you. To have been so much a part of your life, as you were mine”

please find one of r kelly’s victims speaking so highly about him like this and I will shut up… but no one ever will, because the two situations were just vastly different and I don’t understand how anyone could think they were comparable at all (like Alanna Nash saying Elvis would have shared a jail cell with r kelly) In order to have a crime, you have to have a victim and like you said no woman who has been with Elvis has ever proclaimed that they were a victim… periodt.

#thank you so much for the ask!!!#let’s stop telling people how to feel about their own situations 🤧#like why would I listen to Alanna Nash when we have a first person perspective who tells a completely different story #also yall the book is finally scanned 😭#will be posting the link soon so stay tuned 💗!!#Arlene cogan #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #elvis asks

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iliketrainmen · 2 months

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Roark ‘my birds commit so much crime but I love them so it’s not my problem’

I like to think they make it his problem 90% of the time

(Sygna suit Roark design by @destinywillowleaf ! )

#thank you so much for the ask!!!#unintentionally playing his role as a pirate because Archeops keeps stealing stuff from people #him and officer Jenny get to know each other very well over the course of a few weeks

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desertfangs · 11 months

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Daniel & or / Lestat

Opening sentence/prompt: Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was.

5 lines whomst? Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like where I've taken it.

Both Marius and Armand had warned Daniel not to let Lestat be a bad influence on him, and yet here he was. With Lestat. Surrounded by fans who’d swarmed them in the middle of the Adventura Mall in Miami.

Which of course was no accident. Lestat had encouraged it. Courted it. Was now clearly reveling in it.

They’d come to the mall for an innocent enough reason: Lestat, having seen some new trendy sunglasses, was now determined to get a pair and he couldn’t do so on Night Island, even though Daniel was sure they were sold at the shopping center there. No, no, that was no fun and besides, they were already on the mainland. And Lestat wanted to see another shopping mall, wanted to revel in the accoutrements of modern life! Or so he told Daniel.

Daniel suspected he just didn’t want to go back to the Island. He’d come out of the room he’d been holing up in and had found Daniel in the parlor, where Daniel had been listening to music on his walkman. Lestat had pulled his headphones from his ears, bent down way too close to Daniel so that their noses almost touched, and said, “You have your hard-won immortality and you’re spending it on the couch?”

Daniel had glared at him even as his pulse had raced at the closeness of his face, his breath on Daniel’s skin. He’d set the walkman aside, grabbed the keys for one of the speedboats, and brought Lestat over to Miami.

The sunglasses in question had been on an ad near a bus stop, sending them on their quest. They’d only been at the mall for maybe ten minutes when the speakers, which had been playing a selection of current top 40 hits, starting blasting one of Lestat’s songs. He stared humming along—loudly—and several people recognized him. By the time they’d reached the fountain in the middle, Lestat was loudly saying that it was one of his best songs and he was glad people had not forgotten him.

The crowd had swarmed around them, asking for autographs, a few tourists pulling out cameras to get photos. Lestat had jumped up onto the ledge of the fountain, using it as a makeshift stage, ever the rockstar. And he looked the part, too, in his leather jacket and violet sunglasses, his blond hair loose around his face. Daniel looked more unassuming, his own blond hair short and feathered, in a gray sweatshirt and jeans. He stood on the floor in front of the fountain, awkwardly positioned between the group of onlookers and Lestat.

Lestat signed address books and receipts, and, for those who had the tape on their person or ran to the music store to buy a copy, the linear notes from their cassette cases. Someone even produced a copy of his book.

Just last night, Marius had been telling Daniel how important it was for their kind to keep a low profile, especially after what Lestat had done. This was the opposite of low. And the last thing any of them wanted—the last thing Armand wanted—was for people to come looking for them in Miami. Not just curious mortals who probably didn’t really believe, but people like the Talamasca, or intrepid reporters hoping to chase down what happened to the lead singer of The Vampire Lestat and finding their private island.

“Where have you been?” someone called.

Daniel searched the crowd and saw that a teen with facial piercings was the one who’d asked.

“Ah, well, I’m afraid that’s a secret,” Lestat said, with a big wink. “But you’ll be able to read about it in my next book!”

The crowd went wild and shouted more questions, asking if there would be another album, new songs, what the new book would be called? Daniel spotted a security guard near the edge of the crowd, looking bewildered and unsure what to do. Clearly having a celebrity jump up on the fountain and draw an audience was not common place here and he had not been trained for it.

Daniel had been so focused on the security guy that he hadn’t noticed Lestat was talking about his concert in San Francisco, and then suddenly he’d grabbed Daniel and yanked him on the edge of the fountain beside him.

Lestat threw his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “Do you know who this is?”

The crowd looked blank, no doubt racking their brains to think of everyone discussed in Lestat’s memoir, in which Daniel did not appear.

“How many of you read Louis’ damnable book, Interview with the Vampire?” Lestat asked.

A few people whooped and hollered at that.

“This is our infamous little reporter boy. The one who started it all.”

One or two people looked impressed. Most looked uninterested. Daniel felt heat creeping into his neck and cheeks.

“Don’t be shy, Daniel! Address your fans.”

Daniel did not think he had many fans in that crowd and didn't dare read their thoughts to find out. He waved awkwardly. “Hi, it’s been great to see you all, but Lestat has an errand to run…” Daniel started.

“Sing a song!” someone yelled.

Daniel gave Lestat a warning look. Marius was already going to blow a gasket when he heard about this and he doubted Armand was going to be thrilled to hear Lestat had been parading around Miami announcing his whereabouts, either.

Lestat shot a questioning look at Daniel. Daniel frowned, suspecting that trying to talk him out of it was liable to make things worse.

“Unfortunately, without my band, I fear the show would not be up my rigorous standards,” Lestat said. “You’ll have to wait for my reunion tour!”

Relief washed over Daniel as the crowd made disappointed noises.

Lestat let Daniel go, and Daniel jumped back down off the fountain, followed by Lestat himself.

Daniel snaked through the crowd and Lestat managed to extract himself from their grasp, calling that they should look for his next book in stores soon.

“Was that really necessary?” Daniel asked.

“Danny boy, let me impart to you one of the great lessons of surviving the centuries,” Lestat said, putting a hand on his back, the pressure of it reassuring through his sweatshirt. “Have fun.”

Daniel looked at him. “Fun doesn’t always have to be reckless.”

“Pfft,” Lestat said. “Reckless! I’ve been holed up for weeks. I’m allowed to stretch my legs.”

Daniel didn’t bother to point out that no one had kept him holed up in that office. “There’s just been a lot of talk among the others lately about how we should conceal our existence.”

Lestat gave him such an incredulous look that Daniel stopped walking. Lestat spun backwards to face him. “Ah, but don’t you see? The more rules they make, the more determined I become to break them all.” He grinned. He had a charming grin and beautiful, penetrating blue-gray eyes that made Daniel want to stare into them for hours. With looks like that, Daniel could see how he’d gotten away with everything that he had.

“You’re going to get me into so much trouble, aren’t you?” Daniel asked.

Lestat winked. “Count on it.”

He took Daniel’s hand and dragged him on toward the sunglass store.

#lestat/daniel #daniel molloy #lestat de lioncourt #night island era #thank you so much for the ask!!!#i hope it's okay #i was trying to do something a little light hearted hahaha #uncivilcivilservice #answers in the desert #first sentence game #vc fanfic #vc #vampire chronicles #I'm sorry i've been so slow to respond to these #work has been kicking my ass #i'm working on them!#i will get to the rest i swear

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ladye-zelda · 3 months

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Oooh, I loved in what I read of the Arranged Marriage AU how Link and Zel weren’t bitter or upset with each other and just interacted like good friends despite it all. < 3

That said—😂—is there anything about each other that the other can’t stand? Pet peeves to large irritations? Do these get in the way of their relationship and/or do they get resolved?

And on the flip side, what are things that they actually really love about each other? Where do they jive well? What do they learn about each other that makes them get even closer through all this?

XD Thank you! I might take on a different direction for the main story, unfortunately. It is still up in the air at the moment, but right now I don't know how I can write it exactly to correlate what I have done for that story I'm sorry 😭

Hmmm, something that the other can't stand? Well, Zelda does think it is quite annoying on whether she is rambling on about something (ancient sheikah tech for example) and Link doesn't have a comment to add or anything. But that's only when she's sort of in a talkative mood; otherwise she's happy that someone likes to listen to her and not give unhelpful comments (that's a 50/50 gamble I suppose XD)

On the flip side, Link get's really irritated when Zelda does not Self Care. She sort of half-hazardly throws herself into danger quite easily, and he's like "uh, your highness, you're the literal only heir of hyrule can you please stop putting yourself in danger all of the time?" And everyone else is fine with it??? This will probably be a major argument in the story, now that I'm thinking about it. He also gets disappointed whenever Zelda skips out on meals to focus on either her research or her training as a princess. He understands the importance they are to her, but still (never starve in front of a foodie)

On the other side, the things that they love about each other? Link loves all of the little things Zelda takes for granted. How kind-hearted she is, how selfless (even if that gets her into trouble), and just the expressions that she makes whenever she is talking about ancient tech. He especially loves her smile, but gets worried as the story goes on and she smiles a lot less.

Zelda loves how observant Link is. At first she just think he is doing it out of duty. If she trips or get in some sort of danger, he's always the first to respond of course. But he notices all of the little things as well; he seems to always come to her side right as she is about to cry, or brings her something to comfort her. Sometimes it can be a little annoying if she really isn't feeling well or if he's being over protective, but she is always really appreciative of him whenever he goes out of his way to help her.

#the ladye answers #amazing webhead!!!#thank you so much for the ask!!!#this was a really good question thank you!#aoc arranged marriage au #aoc zelink

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books4evermorr · 5 months

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🌿Describe your favourite outfit.

I don’t really have favourites but the last outfit I wore that I really loved is a brown velvet top with a (kind of?) high neck and puffed sleeves (I love puffed sleeves) with black jeans

The top is the softest ever and the shade of brown is near to 👞 colour lol and it has three gold buttons at the top near the neck that go like

(I hope you got that lol I tried)

#i love that top a lot actually #thank you so much for the ask!!!#💗💗💗

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Can I send you three different asks? No obligation to fill any, but if one strikes your fancy by all means go for it. So, um, here are the numbers for S/oukoku. 52/53 and/or 77?

Hello!! Thank you for the ask, and yes ofc, the more the merrier, I'm THRILLED to receive asks, especially requests because it means someone enjoys my writing!!

I've seen the rest, and I intend to fill them all, but for now I will start with this one and work my way through them! Thank you again, it feels like an honour to receive a request from you, I hope I can do it justice!! 1.9k words, prompts 52, 53, and 77, story under the cut! 52: “Did you just sneeze?” 53: “Bless you?” 77: Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze. (References to mild violence and swearing, in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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The meeting has only been going for about 30 minutes and three death threats have already been thrown around. Chuuya sits with his feet on the table, hat slightly covering his eyes as he attempts to quell the rising headache that being in Dazai’s presence always seems to bring. ‘The idiot has been quieter then normal this meeting, but even just that stupid look on his face- god it drives me insane.’

“-And so, we must work together? I don’t see any reason the Port Mafia should be involved in this, this petty squabble between you and these ‘assassins’ you claim to have annoyed.”

“Don’t be moronic, should this turn into a full fledged war, the Port Mafia would be losing as much as we would. Our organization-”

Chuuya tunes out again, his attention briefly, against his will, slipping back over to Dazai. At first annoyance floods his mind, but it’s quickly replaced by something else as he watches the man shudder. A hand raises to his face, and another shudder runs through him. ‘Well this is certainly an interesting development…’ Keeping his tone low, wanting to ensure his theory before acting on it, Chuuya nudges Dazai.

“What’s wrong with you, bandage waste?”

A cheshire smile meets him, one Chuuya is quite familiar with, and yet… has never lost its disturbing nature.

“Nothing at all, but how sweet of you to worry about me Chuuya~! I can rest easy knowing if something were the matter, you would have my back!”

Letting out a huff, Chuuya starts to turn back to the meeting, almost missing the watery desperation filling Dazai’s whiskey eyes. Almost. At the next cluster of deep shudders, Chuuya acts, ready for a little entertainment to distract from all the arguing of the bosses.

“Did you just sneeze, Dazai?”

The glare he’s met with is instinctual, ‘I’m not even sure he knows he did it.’ and is quickly replaced by the usual carefree mask. All eyes in the room turn to the man, his nose pinched hard between his fingers as he seems to weigh his options in the span of seconds.

“I did actually, seems something’s- heH’YESHHH’oo-! huh’AYYIESSHH’oo-!”

Chuuya bites his tongue against the yelp that forms, trying in vain to play him almost falling off his chair as intentional. ‘Goddamn shitty Dazai, that was on purpose to scare me, and damn myself for letting it work.’

“Bless you, Dazai!”

Kenji speaks up, Chuuya not missing the way his comment sends chills down Dazai’s spine. ‘Try as you might, you can’t hide this now. What’s your next move gonna be, Dazai?’ Although, just to himself, Chuuya allows his mind to wander, eyes scanning the room.

‘Something’s making him sneeze, but I don’t think any of the usual culprits are to blame here. If anyone had dog fur on them Mori would be sneezing too, and the pollen count isn’t that high, plus if he was sick he just wouldn’t have shown up. No, he walked into this meeting not knowing this was coming, so it’s something he couldn’t have predicted…’

“hEH’TISHHHEWWW-! hahh-! hAH’AIIISHH’uuu-!”

“Bless you again, Dazai!”

The laugh he lets out sounds natural to most, but Chuuya can hear the strangled nature just below the surface. His eyes trace over Dazai’s face, seeing the tint of red forming on his ears, the way his eyes seem narrowed and watery, and finally the twitching nature of his nose. ‘He’s embarrassed, but more than that… he’s far from finished.’ Chuuya’s proven right as Dazai brings a hand to scrub at his nose with just a touch more force then Chuuya feels comfortable with.

“Forgive me for the interruption, we were talking about how the Port Mafia is to blame for setting the assassins into motion, weren’t we?”

It’s phrased as an innocent continuation, but Chuuya sees it for what it really is. A ploy to get the bosses fighting once more, and it works exactly how Dazai knew it would. Immediately Mori stands up, and Fukuzawa matches him, both staring each other down. Kenji and Gin turn their attention to the bosses, leaving only Chuuya watching the trainwreck sitting across from him.

“hhH’MMPFFSHH’uhhh-! aHH’MMMSHHH’huhh-!”

Despite being smothered into his coat, they’re not stifled, and Chuuya can feel the frustration resonating from the man.

“Bless you again, Dazai!”

It’s dripping with sincerity that seems to burn Dazai on impact, a hiss escaping his teeth before he can stop it, which he quickly covers with a laugh and a smile. ‘You can fool them, but you can’t fool me. You’re desperate to get out of here as soon as possible.’

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a hint of fresh air.”

The excuse isn’t needed, no one but Chuuya is paying attention anymore, Kenji having stood up to hear better as Fukuzawa and Mori raised their voices even louder. Chuuya’s eyes track Dazai’s rapid movements as he attempts to glide out of the room, nearly running into a wall as he whips around to stifle another sneeze into his shoulder.

“KNNGT-!”

‘Just the one, that must be driving him insane. The other will follow soon enough.’ Chuuya hums lightly, using his gravity to make his footsteps practically nonexistent as he follows Dazai out into the hallway. He watches him duck into a door leading to what he can only assume is an empty room. Following suit, he squeezes himself into the- ‘Oh for fucks sake, a damn closet? Damn it Dazai, even unintentionally you’re a pain in my ass.’

“Chu- What a- are- heH-!”

The panic slipping past his mask is enough to get a smirk painted across Chuuya’s face.

“You didn’t see this coming? Wow, you must be out of it if you can’t even manage such simple predi-”

“hEH’AIISHH’OO-! IZZSHHHUEE-! mMTISHHHEEEWW-! hahh’KNNGT’CHOO-!”

“Christ, Dazai, you’re reall-”

“hehh’INGGT’choo-! hePT’KNGT’choo-! EZZZshh’oo-! heH’aiiiZZSHH’uu-!”

“Are- are you gonna stop anytime soo-”

“hEH’NNGT-! enngt-knxxgt-DTNNGT’choo-! heh’eTSH’uee-! tISHH’uiee-!”

Chuuya can’t help but wince, the nasal quality of the sneezes increasing as the space between them decreases. Dazai’s watery eyes meet his for a second before crushing shut as he raises his hand to his face for another bout that leaves even Chuuya breathless.

“iSHH-ZZSHH-AIESHH-DASSSHH’iiee-! heH’IZZSHH’uiee-! knNT’sheew-! AIIYISHH’oo-EHZZSHH’oo-! eHH-! hEDT- guhhh Ch- Chuuya… wh- what are you doi… doing…”

Staring right back at the watery gaze, Chuuya tries to form an answer, but honestly he hadn’t put that much thought into it. All he had known was Dazai needed to stop so he could breathe, and well… his gloved hand just sorta found its way to his face where it now sits, pinching his nose shut.

“I- y- you need to stop.”

“Ch- Chuuya… I have… I- I gotta… it tic- tickles… hehh-!”

“I know, shit-for-brains, but you gotta breathe before you pass out. I don’t want to explain to the bosses the reason I’m carrying you is because you sneezed yourself into a fucking coma.”

Dazai manages to smirk from behind the teary expression, his nose still twitching against Chuuya’s fingers.

“Is Chuuya enjoying the power he holds, along with my nose?”

A yelp escapes before Chuuya can stop it, a growl right on it’s heels, and he drops Dazai’s nose. The blush that dares to start along his cheeks is quickly suppressed as he watches Dazai’s eyes roll back in his head, nose twitching violently.

“Hahh…. Hehhh… heH-! Achhoo-!”

Its the fakest sounding thing Chuuya has ever heard, no volume or desperation at all, too breathy to be an actual sneeze, and yet…

“Bless you?”

“N- No I… I still… I can’t… Chuuyaaa~!”

“Christ Dazai, fine.”

With that, Chuuya raises a gloved finger, and lets the fabric softly run against the bridge of Dazai’s nose, adding a flick at the tip. The result is instant, Dazai only having enough time to bury his face into Chuuya’s chest to muffle the onslaught.

“hH’MMFFSHHH’uu-! nnNNSHHH’oo-! hAH’AIISHH’choo-! hehH’ISHH’chuuu-! ehh… iHH-! iHH’TSHHH’chhuuuuya-! iZZSHH’chhhuuuya-!”

“Not funny, dumbass.”

Chuuya growls, raising a fist to hit Dazai’s arm with enough force to get a muffle groan from the man, before he ducks back into Chuuya’s chest for the remainder of the fit.

“uHH’MMMFSSHH’IEE-! NNGSHHH’IEE-! Wheew~ Thank you Chibi, that hitching had me in agony, I couldn’t stand it!”

“Oh shut up, I just didn’t want to have to watch your pathetic face anymore, that’s all. And you’re having this dry cleaned!”

Dazai’s eyes meet his, venom soaking his words as he lets the raw quality of his voice shine through.

“I think I’m allergic to Mori’s new cologne.”

The words have the intended effect, Chuuya feeling his face pale a touch. Dazai just smirks in response, raising a fist to rub at his nose.

“W- what?”

“A gift from you I assume? It’s too high quality for him to have bought it. While he does dress well, and carry himself quite formally, when it comes to the finer things in life, he doesn’t have such expensive tastes.”

Chuuya growls, letting just a hint of sincerity escape as he offers,

“It’s not like I knew you were so sensitive to it…”

There’s a look in Dazai’s gaze that Chuuya can only classify as hungry as the man lets his form draw nearer to Chuuya’s body. They stand that way for a minute, breath close enough to touch the other’s face, a lust starting to pool in their eyes, before Dazai lets himself slip back, mask dipping back over his face. He smirks, waving a hand casually in the air.

“It’s not that big of a deal. Plus~ I got to see Chuuya jump! My my, I didn’t realize you were so easily startled Chibi! Reminds me of a cat, or rather, a kitten. Much like your size does~!”

He can’t move fast enough to avoid the kick aimed straight for his chest as Chuuya growls, knocking Dazai back into the shelf behind him. It’s only after a cloud of dust raises from where Dazai crouches on the ground does Chuuya realize his mistake. ‘Shit- was that his plan the wh- whoole… t- time… hehh…!’

“Uh-uh-uh!”

Chuuya manages to pry his eyes open at the feeling of skin against his face, breath catching in a gasp at the sight before him. Dazai stands, mere inches from his face, fingers firmly pinching his nose.

“Eh?! What the fuck are yo- huhh… you doing?! Le- lehhht…. hAHH-! Let go of me!”

“Fair is fair, Chuuya. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose~.”

All Chuuya can manage in response is a grunt, hissing as Dazai moves slightly, the tickle elevating to new highs. His eyes flutter shut once more, the hitching threatening to turn into sneezes on every breath, only Dazai’s grip prolongs it.

And yet, Chuuya makes no effort to remove his fingers. They both know he could, and he’s entirely aware that Dazai’s watching him carefully, but he doesn’t make a move. Instead, he lets his head tilt back, tears starting to form in his eyes.

He manages to get his eyes to flutter open long enough to witness Dazai’s smirk, before the man lets his lips almost brush Chuuya’s ear, whispering two words that get Chuuya’s blood boiling.

“Bless you.”

With that, Dazai lets go, hand returning to scrub at his own nose as it twitches yet again. He pauses at the doorway, letting his head hang slightly back to witness the results of his little experiment. Chuuya, however, notices none of this, stuck instead in a fit that seems set on revenge for being denied so long.

“kesschh’oo-! eschhh’oo-! asshhh’iew-! dnggt-! heh’iSHH’iew-! hih’tishh’iew-!”

“I was right! Just like a cat. Adorable as ever, Chuuya~.”

He easily dodges the punch Chuuya throws, ‘Damnit, ca- ishh’oo-! Can’t see straight throu- esschh’oo-! Through the sneezing-’ giving a wave over his shoulder as he descends down the stairs. Chuuya can’t help but smile as he hears a “IZZSHH’uuee-! Christ.” echo out from the stairwell.

‘Never a dull moment with you. Until we meet again, partner.’

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the ask!!!#i ADORE your content so it feels like such an honour to have you request something!!#andddd i love these guys~~#hopefully its enjoyable :DD #snz #snzkink #b/sd #s/oukoku

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