#you also make us see shrimp colours let's see

[the-furies]

Light blue (affectionate, I love the ocean) and sparkle for the color thing!

thank you dear mutual i do agree i think spending time by the ocean would help this body lots -Limbic

#ask #you also make us see shrimp colours let's see #your vibes are very blues and mint greens. or is it emerald? it's greens somewhere in there #whatever shade of blue a pipis usually is!

[fran-in-the-deep]

Improvise, adapt, Aquarium date Part 2/5

Hange x gn!Reader / Collage AU

~800 Words | can be read as a One-Shot | Part 1 here if you're interested

You just looked incredible and yet were the one to compliment Hange on their brine shrimp shirt, throwing off their strategy to start complementing you with how good your hair looked as an opening line and to systematically go from there. Therefore improvising again - pulling you into a hug, because that was how they always greeted you anyways. Telling you about how excited they were to see you, feeling your hands on their back as you reciprocated the gesture. It was comfortable. So, so comfortable. You could have stood there for some more minutes or hours, but the sun of the hot summer day you two agreed to have your date on was melting you on the spot. Although your presence was enough to make Hange melt on even a winter day - they had checked - but that was besides the point.

Hange not so elegantly transitioned into a “still standing close to you but not directly hugging you anymore while still resting their arms on your shoulders” stance that they had planned feel way less awkward. Okay, okay improvise again. Think about fish. Something they would have usually succeeded in, if their eyes weren’t so focused on yours. If their brain didn’t short circuit and tell you You have gorgeous eyes like a pufferfish and mean it. This was going great. Hange stepped back with an awkward laugh, but apparently you had no intention of letting them sink into self made hole of embarrassment, taking it as a sign to leave for the Aquarium entrance and asking whether they had those fish here. Because while you knew how pufferfish looked, you weren’t too good at telling the different species apart.

Tetraodon nigroviridis. Hange frantically gestured, trying to explain that it looked really cute with those yellow and black patterns and that it was that small, well not that small, more like that. Nearly running against the glass door you opened just in time and trying to multitask getting your tickets - Hange was inviting you, of course - while explaining more about the regions of south-east Asia and the conditions it lived in, wasn’t without it’s perks but somehow it worked out.

Now you two had made your way in front of the first tank, one that was covering the whole wall, its blue light illuminating the dark hallway you were standing in. It wasn’t the kind that was overflowing with colourful corals and housing clown fish, doctor fish and the like; but more on the simple side when it came to decorations, a landscape of stones and branches modelled to offer enough hiding places but also free space for the visitors to see. You thought that maybe that was how a Mangrove forest looked like from underneath, but weren’t entirely sure. Yet all the more important - it had pufferfish.

Hange reluctantly pointed out those were the ones they had talked about, hoping, praying to the god of fish that you wouldn’t feel offended. They didn’t know what to expect when you wordlessly crouched down, coming face to face with one of the pufferfish, but your amused voice telling Hange that Yes, it’s really cute, but it looks more like you, wasn’t one of the options. Did you just call them cute? Not that they didn’t try to be sometimes, but Hange was more used to fall on the awkward side of the scale. But if you of all people said it, Hange was inclined to believe you, the fuzzy feeling in their chest rising up again.

They suddenly felt the tug of your hand on their shorts, a sign for them to also crouch down. You were already pointing at another fish that did just swim out from behind a stone column. Can you tell me about this one? Of course Hange could, launching their next set of hand waving explanations, at the end of which they noticed you were no longer focused on the fish but on them. Hange held your gaze for a bit, trying not to think that they must look like an idiot just staring at you. But then your smile was just so precious, it couldn’t be that bad, right? Especially when you got up, offering them your hand to get up as well. So Hange took you up on the offer, now standing next to you again, hand in yours. Was it too early? But not like you let go either.

So, do you want to hold hands while we talk about fish so I don’t accidentally hit you in the head with my gestures?

Why make the question short when it could be specific? Hange saw you nod, telling them that you’d like that a lot, holding on to their hand more firmly now. It couldn’t have possibly been that easy, right? Holding hands with you. Like, really holding hands. On a date. With you. Pointing at fish, as you now did with your free hand when spotting yet another unknown one. And Hange was all too happy to tell you everything about it.

<- Part 1 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 ->

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A/N: I genuinely recommend looking up the different species of pufferfish, it's a really good time. But no worries, Sonney and Bean have not been forgotten, we will get to them soon, although I have no idea how long this is going to get.

#hange zoe x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #aot fluff #hanji zoe x reader #hange x reader #aquarium date #fran-fiction writings

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Journey to the Colours (2/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Now then, today’s topic of discussion will be Summer troupe’s performance—. Tsuzuru-kun, you wrote the general outline for the script, right?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. This time, I used Journey to the West as the base. It came up when I was talking to Kumon the other day. I thought it’d be perfect for the action-packed adventure he mentioned he wanted to do. Also, the only Chinese-style play we’ve done is Mantou Fist.

Izumi: I see. That’s a good point. (The story this time is set in a modern Chinese fantasy world. Son Goku and Sanzo and company, who don’t get along, embark on a journey filled with incidents…) (The action that Kumon-kun requested will be incorporated through a showdown with Kinkaku and Ginkaku.)

Yuki: The costumes will look nice considering the theme.

Kazunari: I think I’ll be able to make the designs colourful too.

Tenma: It’s also great it’s packed full of comedy for Summer troupe.

Misumi: Action sounds fun~!

Kumon: It’s totally perfect for my request!

Muku: I’m looking forward to showing a stage we’ve never done before!

Izumi: Okay, I guess we’ll proceed from here.

Tsuzuru: I’ll try to work out the details a little more under this theme then.

Izumi: Please do. For the title, should we use “Journey to the West”?

Tsuzuru: We’ll go with that for now. It’s catchy and has a nice ring. But if anyone has any good ideas, then I’m all ears.

Izumi: Please brainstorm some ideas too, Summer troupe.

Misumi: Okaaay!

Izumi: As for the cast… starting off, the lead Son Goku will be Kumon-kun.

Kumon: I’m super stoked to play Son Goku~!

Muku: He suits Kyu-chan for sure!

Kazunari: Yep, yep. He’s got the Son Goku vibe more than anyone else in Summer troupe!

Tenma: That’s his image alright.

Izumi: Next is the co-lead, Genjo Sanzo…

Kazunari: Won’t you let me take it on? The fact that he’s clumsy and all he does is study is sorta like my old self… Plus Tenten supported me a ton as the co-lead during Sky Gallery, so I feel like it’s my turn now!

Tsuzuru: I see what you mean. Sanzo’s image was like Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: That’s true. I think Kazunari-kun works in terms of the age difference too.

Yuki: Sounds good to me. I think he’d look good in a monk’s robe.

Kazunari: Yukki, that’s the image you have of me!?

Muku: I agree!

Kumon: I’m counting on you, Kazu-san!

Kazunari: Samesies!

-pause-

Izumi: Alright, it’s settled. We’ll have Misumi-kun as Sha Gojo, Yuki-kun as Cho Hakkai, Tenma-kun as Kinkaku, and Muku-kun as Ginkaku.

Misumi: I can’t wait to fight with all of you~!

Yuki: The foodie Cho Hakkai sounds fresh and interesting.

Muku: It’s rare playing siblings with Tenma-kun.

Tenma: Let’s do this, little brother.

Izumi: The fight scene in the finale looks like it’s going to have some pretty full-fledged action.

Tenma: We can’t cut corners there even though we’re the comedic Summer troupe.

Kumon: We gotta give it our all.

Izumi: It might be a good idea to ask Autumn troupe to teach you about action scenes.

Kumon: Aw yeah! I get to rehearse with nii-chan! I’ll do my best for my first lead in a while~!

Izumi: Fufu. Kumon-kun is sure fired up.

Tsuzuru: The theme fits perfectly with our lead’s image. I’m sure it’ll be promising.

-pause-

Worker: Please take the seats over here.

Kumon: I’m starving. What’re you having?

Yamaguchi: Hmm… the steak sounds nice, but the hamburg steak looks good too.

Kumon: Ah, this explosive serving special plate has fried shrimp along with a hamburg steak twice the size!

Yamaguchi: Oh, nice.

Kumon: I’m gonna order this!

Yamaguchi: Same here.

-pause-

Kumon: I’m glad I chose this amount.

Yamaguchi: You’ll get hungry again quickly with a normal serving size, huh?

Kumon: True, true. I have to eat a lot on days I have rehearsal—. By the way, I’m gonna play the lead in Summer troupe’s upcoming play!

Yamaguchi: Is this your first lead since that baseball play?

Kumon: Yep! So you better come watch, Yamaguchi!

Yamaguchi: Ahh… I don’t know about that…

Kumon: EH!? You’re not gonna!?

Yamaguchi: I’m just pulling your leg. Of course I’ll go.

Kumon: Thank God~. I’m gonna do my absolute best! I’ll request a ticket for you too.

Yamaguchi: It’s fine. I always get mine myself.

Kumon: Eh~? But I’m inviting you.

Yamaguchi: Well, there’s a point to getting these things myself. It feels like I’m supporting you that way.

Kumon: You think so? But if you don’t win the draw, you won’t be able to watch!

Yamaguchi: Don’t say something so ominous. Ah, on that topic, the baseball club is going to hold an intra-squad game soon.

Kumon: An intra-squad game…

Yamaguchi: It’ll be a match between the retired third years and the first and second years. You played one when you were a first year too, didn’t you?

Kumon: Oh yeah, I did do that.

Yamaguchi: The sports ground is being renovated right now, so we’re going to play on a different field this year. Outsiders are free to watch. Why don’t you come, Kumon? It's not an official match, but for us third years, it's the last match of our high school life and it feels like a culmination of all our hard work.

Kumon: …For sure! Of course I’ll go!

-pause-

Kumon: Mannn, I’m full.

Muku: Oh, Kyu-chan?

Kumon: Are you on your way home too? It’s late.

Muku: I was studying at a café with some friends from school. How about you?

Kumon: Hehe. Yamaguchi and I were eating explosive serving special plates together~.

Muku: Yamaguchi-kun and you are really close, aren’t you?

Kumon: We were a battery team back when I was active so we spent a lot of time together, just the two of us. I also got a lot of advice from him~. I have other teammates, sure. But in the end, Yamaguchi is special. That’s why I’m happy to be able to talk with him normally like this again. It’s all thanks to you, Muku.

Muku: I’m really glad to hear that. Is he coming to watch our upcoming show?

Kumon: Mhm! I invited him, so he’s coming. I’m gonna practice hard so I don’t show Yamaguchi my bad side!

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#a3! #a3! translation #hyodo kumon #act! addict! actors! #journey to the colours

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

Can I make alien characters colour blind but not in the way humans or animals are but and also doesn't seem to make sense with what we know of vision? Like they mix up blue and green but can see reds and yellows. Maybe because they don't have rods and cones like we do.

Tex: Vision is a bio-mechanical system comprised of rods, cones, nerves, and other associated biological constructs, particularly in the human body (Wikipedia). Colour-blindness is typically genetic in cause and not an average design of eyesight (WIkipedia).

What is standard vision for one species can be unusual for another species, and this is something that is generally the product of niche environment evolution. If the species you’re worldbuilding inherently doesn’t have the ability to differentiate between blue and green, then that’s what their vision entails - it’s perfectly possible for their rods, cones, and whatnot to be arranged in such a way that different different parts of the visible light spectrum are processed as the same.

Licorice: It’s entirely up to you whether you want the species in your science fiction to follow the same biological principles as earth species, or do something partly or entirely different. You could equip them with some hitherto never-dreamt-of organ of sight. It would be a challenge, since we find it difficult to imagine things outside the scope of our experience, but it can be done. 

Wootzel: Humans have three types of cones, and they’re relatively adaptable. We have red, green, and blue cones, but those can essentially detect a range of wavelengths, so we can perceive colors between those three. Our brains do some heavy lifting to determine 60% red light + 40% green light = a certain shade of orange, giving us a lot of precise color vision out of relatively simple eye “hardware.”

Plenty of animals--lots of birds and insects, among others--can see ultraviolet light, which has a shorter wavelength than what humans can see. Many birds have markings that can only be seen if you can detect ultraviolet, and lots of flowers have patterns that are invisible to us! 

Some animals--certain species of snake come to mind, but I’m sure there are plenty of others--have the ability to “see” infrared, which is a longer wavelength than our visible spectrum. The examples I’m aware of don’t use their eyes to see infrared, but they have heat pits on the face. Infrared light/radiation behaves a little differently than visible light, in that it is… more or less a by-product of heat production, and snakes that can detect it generally use it to locate their warm-blooded prey.

Mantis shrimp are everyone’s favorite example nowadays of “look how weird nature can get with vision compared to humans,” so let’s talk about them a little. 

Here’s an article that goes over some wacky aspects of mantis shrimp eyes, and here’s one that debunks part of what the other article says. The TL;DR of both of them is that mantis shrimp eyes have three to four times as many component types as human eyes, but their vision relies more on individual cones’ narrow spectrum sensitivity and less on their brains. This means that they can process lots of colors really quickly, but their actual ability to tell similar shades apart is quite a bit cruder than a human’s! They can also see ultraviolet, and curiously enough, they can detect the polarization of light. Here’s another article talking about how some animals use polarized light. 

For one more wacky example of vision in nature, check out this explanation of how birds are theorized to literally see the Earth’s magnetic field to aid in migration.

Lastly, don’t forget about echolocation! Bouncing vibrations are a different strategy of “vision” that doesn’t use the same radiation as everything else I’ve mentioned.

Okay, so this is all just stuff found on Earth, and we may not have even discovered all the ways in which our animal neighbors can see the world differently than us (and for that matter, this is just all the stuff I’ve personally heard of). What would you like your aliens to perceive? Do you want to go about it in an entirely different way compared to Earth biology, or build from the same base? What about your aliens’ evolutionary environment might have made it advantageous to see certain parts of the spectrum more clearly than others, or make other parts irrelevant to them?

#google submitted #species #evolution #aliens #biology

[still-a-morosexual-help]

hi hiiii!! I didn't know you got into twst! and the fact you got to book 5 already surprises me since i got stuck on riddle's overblot fight for a month 😭

anyway highway, may i ask your thoughts on ace and deuce, if it's alright with you! :'

I actually finished book 5 'bout 3 days ago and I'm in a state of 'well now what :/ '

Anyone know when 6 is coming out?

I'm IN LOVE with MC's friend group, particularly the dumb and dumber, buy one get one free, double act that is ace & deuce. They're besties but they also think about killing each other twice a day. It's genuinely distressing to see one without the other. They're also such good friends to MC? And I really like how they all started out together. Love 'em both but Deuce has got a special place in my heart <3

Also here's my overall thoughts that I need to get out;

Leona may be a dick but he's so pretty it's nauseating

Idia makes Levi look like a party animal - that's....that's insane right?

Speaking of om!, the twst characters make the OM! characters look like well-adjusted, stable, functioning individuals

Love that there's a rule about how you can't use magic to fight at school when the students are actively trying to kill each other at least thrice a week

Hate hate hate the mickey mouse thing, he moved close to the screen at one point and my whole body jerked back

Loved the scarabia book but on a pillow in their dorm's common room there's a little patch that looks like m*ckey's head and i couldn't take my eyes off it the the entire time. It felt like a threat.

Whenever I see Malleus's "I'm afraid of losing you" line all I can think about is that tweet about balancing your entire mental health on the continued survival of an animal with a far smaller lifespan than you

Also can't get enough of what they did with his character design, you can't make Malleus look and sound and act like that - in a way that screams mystery and danger and then turn him into a pretty chill guy who's really kind of a dork who info dumps about gargoyles and adores his little tamagotchi and has cake based childhood trauma and arrives hours early whenever he's invited to something because he gets so excited about it and would do anything to make his foster dad(!!!????) and little human bestie happy. Im shaking. They said 'looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll who could definitely still kill you' and they were so right for it

Rook's like...in love with Vil, right?

This is the second time I made an oc specially for a game and then had the game add some throw away detail that worked so well with my specific mc? (1:) named my OM! MC 'Eliza' short for E-Lizard/A-Lizard - Mammon's favourite possession ended up becoming the chocolate lizard keychain he bought with MC. (2:) Figured I should finally break away from ocs/mcs all having naturally dark hair - so made one with orange hair, gave them a couple pale pink highlights for funsies - 3 books later Floyd starts calling MC 'Lil' Shrimpy' and I realise their hair is the colour of boiled shrimp😬🤡

I'm in love with Epel's natural accent??

All these books are a lesson in why you don't let your cat eat random shit off the ground jfc

Anyway I had alot of fun! Shoutout to everyone who recommended this for giving me another hyperfixation!!

#asks #i should start tagging these :/ #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers

[bluebudgie]

Ohh I'd love to hear your thoughts on your characters foci. Actually I'm gonna do that same thing for mine right now.

Alright, sorry for the long wait! Had to get my brain back out of the gutter.

So the one that came to my mind first was Finnéacht, a necromancer but also a mender (life and death are close after all). I can see him using any smaller plant or especially flowers as foci - envisioning them grow and bloom, the way nature creates and nurtures life. But he also sees them wilt, for the... darker part of the magic.

For Piinu, a mesmer who likes to get people lost in the woods using illusions, it would likely be a firefly (if living beings work as foci? I suppose a dead firefly in a jar would do the trick as well). Which is very literal considering her mesmer magic takes the shape of fireflies precisely to set people on the wrong path.

Tvekks, a chronomancer capable of (at least simple) time magic would likely have an object with fractal features on him. The repeating shapes symbolize time looping endlessly. Now here's the thing, I couldn't think of any other naturally occuring fractal other than romanesco broccoli from the top of my head and I really don't want to make a fool of this poor guy, but the thought of him carrying broccoli as a magic focus is funny. In reality it would probably be either a manmade object (asura love their geometric shapes after all) or if it's something natural, maybe a little fossilized plant with the right structure? Or maybe some of the shrimp he keeps have a natural colouration that resembles fractals, in which case he could carry around a piece of the carapace. Truly a shrimp mage. The possibilities are endless.

I have at least two more magic users (Glenn, an elementalist; and Ryto, another necromancer) who would likely be trained formally enough to have specific foci, but I couldn't for the life of me come up with a satisfying idea.

Most of my other magic users would probably kinda brute-force their magic through raw potential or utter chaos.

If I ever come up with something for the others I'll come back to this, but I didn't want to let you wait on this answer forever :D

#dasozelotvonnebenan #budgie plays gw2

[beardedmrbean]

(about that abortion post) I hate the whole debate about when "life" begins 'cause, let's say I drop a ball at time t=0. At this exact moment, is the ball moving ? No, it hasn't started had time to accelerate so its speed is 0. One second later, at the moment t=1, is it moving ? Yes, because it has been accelerating so its speed is not 0. So then when does the ball start moving ?? You might say t=0, but we've just said it's not moving at this moment. There's no right answer, because the question is nonsense in the first place. Movement is something inherently based on time, and we're asking about movement happening in a single moment.

It's the same thing for life. Every single criterion for living beings is based on some change or movement of some kind : Ability to reproduce, to grow, to use energy, to adapt and respond to its environment. All of that takes time to happen, it can't exist in a single moment. Life itself can't exist in a single moment, it only exists in durations. So why are we making such a debate about when "life" begins, when the initial question is nonsense to begin with ! Life happens incrementally, over time, and there's no single moment where the universe goes "Ah that's it, it's a living being now"

I'm not sure which post you're referencing, I usually do my best to stay out of that particular debate publicly at least.

Gotten into it with some friends in private on here, much better way to do it imho because a person that knows you is far less likely to put words in your mouth.

You're also going philosophical instead of scientific for some of what we've got up here, no biggie to me I can do either if you want.

Just because i don't talk about it doesn't mean I don't have an opinion.

I will be doing my best to state nothing coloured by my own opinion here and keep it short too.

From a philosophical standpoint, you make a fair case, there's stages and all that good stage where it runs into problems still from a philosophical standpoint is if you believe the "potential" for life is good enough or not to call it a life.

Scientifically speaking

even if you want to claim that the zygote is a complete human, you've still got 4 to 6 days for post exposure prophylaxis, after that there's no more wiggle room for people that firmly believe life begins at conception.

Which then all goes back to philosophy and what is life, how is it defined, is the soul real ect.

There's never really going to be a agreed upon consensus with this either sadly, not one that I can see at least. __________________

Gonna ramble, main thought is over now will likely put a last thought in but we'll see

I will say one of the funniest things I've seen is couple people screaming at a girl who opposes abortion, and they were doing the standard thing where they start spouting off lines and laws from the Torah/first 5 books of the Christian Bible and asking about that whole clothes made of 2 types of cloth, no shrimp or bacon, no cheeseburgers, sit outside in a menstrual hut and be ritually cleaned after so you can be around people again (for some reason they never seem to get to the point about what happens if you assault a woman and trigger a miscarriage, weird that)

I hate all those arguments to begin with because as Christians we have a different set of far less stringent rules, but in this case it was double funny.

After they did their whole song and dance about how she was a hypocrite for selectively shilling for some laws and not others she hit them with a wonderful whammy.

"I'm an atheist"

Funny stuff they no clue how to respond to that one. I think that whole thing with the "produced by" whoever and the funny music started, been a long time. ________________________________

Continuing thought to close up.

This is going to be a subject fraught with anger and emotions and everything else under the sun for a long time, wish there was a easy solution where both sides could feel like they managed 80% or more of a victory.

But we'll see eventually I think.

#anonymous

[forjongseong]

get to know me

tagged by @end-hyphen i am honestly scared how personal this is HAHAHAH

tagging my active moots @yoursjaeyun @rosesbxrry @dearsugarrush @en-ternity and if you see this and you want to join in, feel free to do so!

let's go

birthday: october 13th (on a wednesday tho)

favourite colour: it's different depending when you ask and what for, but now i am really into greens and blues

do you have pets?: i have 8 domestic cats

how tall are you?: 161cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: let me list down the ones i remember: i have two pairs of boots, one pair of flats, a pair of block heeled mules, a pair of rubber sandals, a pair of sneakers, a pair of skechers... i think those are the essentials

favourite song: Shutter by Yuuri

favourite movie: if it's romcom, Down with Love. if it's a musical, The Greatest Showman.

who would be your ideal partner?: JAY. let me explain: a man who is thoughtful, mature, respectful, knowledgable, sociable, talented, and all the other good things. good-looking is a bonus. i just want to meet an equal.

do you want children?: at the time being, no. i have no reason to want any kids.

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: never

what colour socks are you wearing?: earlier i was wearing baby blue

favourite type of music: i am not that picky but i really like Adult Standards! i am also into Latin pop and Afrobeats

how many pillows do you sleep with?: three

what position do you sleep in?: i've heard it's bad for you to sleep on your left side since that's where your heart is so i always try to sleep on my right side

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: my skin gets dry and sometimes i scratch myself in my sleep when i feel itchy and in the morning i wake up with marks or scars

what do you have for breakfast: sometimes granola or bread but i normally skip breakfast

have you ever tried archery?: no but I WOULD LOVE TO although i bet my aim is shit since my eyesight is bad

favourite fruit: don't have one, maybe bananas and mangoes?

are you a good liar?: i am when i need to be

what’s your personality type?: it changes the whole time, i am an ambivert and i am mostly an N and P, the I/E and T/F keeps changing

innie or outie?: innie i just can't be bothered to go out and back home worrying how to get to one place... i do like dressing up tho

left handed or right handed?: right handed

favourite food: anything that has shrimps or prawns in it

favourite foreign food: foreign? like italian? or chinese? those two are my fave cuisines

am i clean or messy?: by default i am clean but i don't mind mess

most used phrase: for real (in Indonesian)

how long does it take for you to get ready: if i need to go i can do my minimal makeup within 10 minutes

do you talk to yourself?: no, but a lot of thoughts

do you sing to yourself?: YES thanks to Spotify's lyrics feature

are you a good singer?: i wish

biggest fear?: death of a family member

are you a gossip?: no but i'd love to listen

do you like long or short hair?:short, long hair is too high maintenance

favourite school subject: none

extrovert or introvert: ambivert

what makes you nervous: asking a question in class, job interviews

who was your first real crush?: what do you mean REAL i don't remember?? someone in kindergarten probably

how many piercings?: two but they're all closed up now, i had gold earrings when i was little and ripped one off in my sleep, ended up with an infection. never wore earrings since.

how many tattoos?: none they are haraam :(

how fast can you run?: not fast at all i would definitely avoid running

what colour is your hair?: black

what colour are your eyes?: black

what makes you angry: humans who have no compassion towards animals

do you like your name?: it's not bad

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: i don't want kids but if i really have to have one i'd prefer a boy

what are your strengths?: only giving fucks to things i care about

what are your weaknesses?: only giving fucks to things i care about

what is the colour of your bedspread?: purple with floral prints

colour of your room: white, i feel like everyone's room is white?

HAVE FUN, GO MAD!!!

#nana tag games #get to know me #from.genie #Spotify

[tibby]

i would google it but i only trust ur insight/opinions/facts. why was amanda in so many traps was it before she became an apprentice or was it punishment? also ps havent seen the movies - just very interested in lesbian amanda young . pps pls share any extra hcs u have about her ppps love u

hi lovely!! so amanda has technically only been put in one trap - the reverse beartrap - but she pretended to be a victim of the nerve gas house to keep daniel matthews safe, as his survival was required for another game (there's always like three fucking games going on at once in these movies). her apprenticeship was a test, because the only thing john kramer likes more than fucking with strangers is fucking with his employees, but that was a psychological test as opposed to "let's put some guys in a contraption and see what happens." and her failure there was due to hoffman's interference. if any of that makes sense to you as someone who has not seen the movies.

but! on a lighter note, here are some random/various hcs i have for her, some of which are vaguely in the realm of the jigsquad universe as opposed to canon because i want mandy to live. idk if all of these will make sense to a non saw watcher but i am ALWAYS happy to discuss my beloved amanda young:

she's a lesbian. obviously. genuinely surprised that this isn't canon within the films like i thought this was all something we just knew about amanda young.

she's a vegetarian.

despite her...choice of profession, she doesn't enjoy horror movies that much. she says it's because everything is so obviously fake or whatever, but they just genuinely freak her out. she's dealt with enough terrifying shit in her own life and witnesses man made horrors every day (even if she DID help make said horrors), she doesn't need to deal with it in the movies too. she DOES like dramas and documentaries though and usually goes down one of those roads when it's her pick for movie night.

immaculate head game. has lynn seeing shrimp colours.

even before john taught her his engineering knowledge, she's just been naturally good at fixing things up and likes getting to take care of stuff around the house or get the Team Jigsaw Van working again whenever it breaks down. she's good with her hands and isn't afraid of getting dirty, no innuendo intended.

she's smart and got good grades in school but her circumstances and home life and mental illnesses made it difficult for her to apply herself in a way that the education system demanded of her. she definitely did not enjoy the institution of school but i think she liked learning and developing new skills.

on a similar note, she loves to read and will devour anything from 1000 page classics to shitty romantic paperbacks to essays to poems to biographies. she doesn't sleep well so she usually just reads in bed for hours or while they're hanging around waiting for victims to wake up so that the games can start. when she moves in with adam and lawrence and gains access to lawrence's expansive rich educated person library...it's a big moment for her.

she's not particularly motherly or sisterly and doesn't really Do Friends outside of team torture and maim, but she checks in with daniel matthews every so often just to make sure he's doing okay. she doesn't regret what she did to his father but she does feel bad that daniel was harmed - both physically and mentally - because of it. and he's always sweet to her even if he has his suspicions about what amanda's done and she hopes that he'll grow up to be better than his father, better than her, better than all of them.

she's got issues around relationships and also the idea of having a home so it takes her time to actually acknowledge that she lives with adam and lawrence and is dating lynn, which means she spends a long time refusing to use the keys they give her to get through the front door. instead she just picks locks or climbs through windows no matter how many times she gets told that she's welcome whenever and can just walk in. she does get over that eventually (much to the relief of adam's paranoia and lynn's protective mothering) but for awhile there they did all just have to get used to mandy climbing in through a window.

she does Not Like people being in her personal space or touching her or going near her with sharp objects so she cuts her own hair and then eventually gets adam to do it. neither of them really know what they're doing but she's not that concerned with how it turns out. lynn thinks it's pretty no matter what and adam always jokingly calls her rock star once they're done sweeping hair off the floor, and that's enough for amanda.

in an ideal world where people live and they eventually retire out of the murder trap business, amanda and lynn start working with jill at the clinic. i think amanda would take a long time to realise that recovery is possible even without twisted jigsaw games but i do think she has a good heart despite everything and she'd be surprisingly understanding with those who have been through similar shit to her. let her heal from her trauma and come to see that humans can be good and untangle herself from the twisted mindset that john gave her.

#ask #anonymous #headcanons #she's EVERYTHING to me

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on a Wednesday, in a cafe (chapter 24)

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thursday lunchbox: shrimp pan-toasted sandwich

There's a knock on the door. Gil hurriedly puts the leftover sandwiches inside the microwave then rushes out of the kitchen. On the other side of the door is Sprite, who just returned after finishing her last day of the final exam.

“I heard Thena’s back early,” she beams, “Is she in there?”

Gil glances back at the living room, lowering his voice sadly, “Yeah, but she’s tired. She had a bad day. Do you still want to come in?”

Sprite’s smile wavers a bit, “It's alright, I’ll let her rest. I just came up to thank her for helping me with the exam. I did pretty good.”

“Good job!” Gil rubs her hair and she struggles to dodge his hand, “Thena was worried about you, you know. She’ll be very proud of you, and so is everybody.”

Sprite returns his smile, her cheeks pink, “Then please tell her the results for me. Also, this is the flyers for my school’s annual Sport Event,” she hands him the colourful papers that she’s been holding onto.

“Oh, it’s happening already? Are you competing this year?”

“Of course. I’ll play for my badminton club and participate in a relay race.”

“Two competitions?” Gil raises his eyebrows, looking impressed, “How about your theatre club?”

“As usual, we’ll perform in the afternoon. This year we’re doing the Hadestown musical,” She says proudly, “I’m the director.”

“As expected.”

“Ajak invited Makkari and I invited Sersi and Kingo. It’s not anything big but if you have time this year, I’d be glad if you can go, any time of the day is fine.”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’ll be there! Last year was a real blast, I’m sure Thena would want to come too.”

“But why do I remember that someone fell asleep half the time of our play last year?”

Gil scratches his head, “In my defense, I was tired at the time because I had to participate in that three-legged race for parents with Makkari. Remember? When Ajak had a sprained ankle?”

“Gotta admit, you played the role of my foster dad pretty well.”

“I can’t do that again this year though, I have Thena. But unless she wants me to,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, sure pal,” Sprite waves her hand dismissively, “We don’t have that this year anyway, instead we hold a 100 meters race for the parents.”

“So Ajak will run then?”

“Absolutely. She’s been waiting for her revenge because last year we only got third place. Not great.”

“That’s because Makkari and I weren’t familiar with each other's rhythm,” Gil pouts, “Ajak’s steps and mine are two very different things! Give us one week and we’ll snatch that first place without sweating.”

“Just messing with you,” Sprite giggles, “But don’t forget to come. If you don’t want to see me kick some seniors' and freshmen’s asses then just come to see Ajak run, it’d be worth it.”

“Won’t miss it for the world. I’ll cook something for lunch that day, we can have a picnic.”

“Alright, send my regards to Thena, will you? I hope she'll feel better soon.”

“I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know,” she nods, “My shift is starting. Are you staying with her for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah, it’s a slow evening but call me if you need. And I bought ice cream for you in the fridge.”

“Cool! Thanks, boss,” Sprite gives him a thumb up, then skips down the stairs.

“Oh shit, my sandwiches!” Gil mumbles to himself and dashes back into the kitchen. He takes the food out of the microwave, hissing because of the hot plate. He puts it on the table, covers it with a bigger plate before moving into the living room.

Thena barely touched her lunch today, even though she kept mentioning that shrimp pan-toasted sandwich ever since Sersi found the recipe on the internet and brought them some of those. Shrimp is covered with flour and deep fried, then mixed with a mixture of mayo-ketchup sauce. Then they are sandwiched between two pieces of bread that are buttered with mustard, along with a slice of cheddar cheese and some shredded cabbage. Finally, the sandwiches are fried on both sides to make the bread crispy. He made her three small ones, she left two and hasn’t eaten any of the tomato salad.

According to what she told him, there was a fight between the court attendees this morning when she was in the middle of her part. She wasn’t injured but the screams and loud noises triggered her. She didn’t have a panic attack either but it was a very damn close call. After the court adjourned, she locked herself in her office for the rest of the afternoon, avoiding everyone and eventually, she had to call Gil to come and pick her up early with a small and trembling voice, saying that she was having a massive headache. In the safe space of her car, she sobbed in his arms for a sole 10 minutes. Then he drove them back to his place. He absolutely doesn’t intend to leave her alone now and she doesn’t protest either.

She's lying in a fetal position on his couch. Her hair hides away her face so it’s hard to see if she’s sleeping or awake. But her breaths are not even and her shoulders are shaking slightly. Gil crouches down and touches her arm.

“How’s your headache?”

She just shakes her head but doesn’t flinch when he touches her forehead, which is a good sign. He parts her hair and feels like someone just pierced his heart with a knife. The woman he loves more than life itself opens her eyes to look at him, another wave of tears leaks out, rolling down her beautiful, already wet cheeks. Her lips tremble, she holds out her arms and he immediately scoops her up and into his arms like she was a little kitten. She draws her knees to her chest as she clings to him, burying her face into his neck.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he holds her with one hand, the other stroking her hair, feeling her tears soak his shirt, “I’m right here. I’ve got you, it’s alright, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

“What are you sorry for?”

“You put a lot of effort into my lunch but I couldn’t eat.”

“Thena…” Now it’s him who feels like crying, “All I care about is your well-being. I can make as many sandwiches as you want.”

“Still,” she sniffles, “I hate wasting your food.”

“You’re not wasting them,” he rubs her back, “They’re still edible so I put them into the microwave. But leave them to me, I’ll make you something else.”

“What are you going to make?”

“What else? Your comfort food, of course.”

“Who eats blueberry pies for dinner?” She says, but the thought of a scalding hot pie makes her stomach rumble. Surely Gil feels that because his palm is pressed to her belly. He just laughs, lifting that same hand to stroke along the bridge of her nose, wiping away the remaining tears on her cheeks.

“We do.”

“What about your shop?” She has asked this many, many times, not just today but nearly every time he puts his work aside to stay with her when she needs him. She knows what he’ll say, she just wants to hear it again. And Gil always indulges her. He’ll repeat it as many times as it takes for her to truly believe it.

“You’re my biggest priority,” he starts rocking her back and forth gently, his voice tender and soothing as a lullaby, “And Eternal doesn’t serve dinner so there isn’t much to do, really. I’ll just come down if there are so many customers that our friends can’t handle it. But I doubt that could happen.”

For the first time in the day, Thena manages a smile. She pulls herself up a bit to kiss both of his cheeks. He scoots them to the edge of the couch to reach for the glass of water on the coffee table and brings it to her lips. She takes a few sips, then asks.

“Did Sprite come up earlier?”

“Yeah, she passed by to tell us that she did great on her exam and to thank you for tutoring her.”

“I’m glad,” her smile grows wider and she’s playing with his fingers, “I’ll text her in a minute.”

“There’s a Sport Event at her school this Sunday, she’ll be competing in badminton and a relay race.”

“Two competitions? It’s great to be young,” she rubs her cheek on his shirt. She doesn’t have many memories from her high school years, all she can recall is that it was quite dull even though she went to the same school as Sprite. And she skipped the final year to attend Oxford.

“Hey, we’re still relatively young,” he snorts, pulling her out of her thoughts, “But she’s truly having the time of her life, even directing a musical play the same day.”

“Ajak must be very proud.”

“No shit. And the girl invited us there,” Gil hands her the flyers, “Wanna go together? Could be a nice trip back to school.”

“Certainly, it’s a must. I want to see a Hadestown high school version,” then she sighs, sagging against Gil, “But I still have to survive that stupid banquet tomorrow night.”

“So you decided to go?”

She shakes her head, “After what happened today, I want to stay home even more.”

“It’s just a party anyway. If you don’t want to go, you can stay home and we’ll have a big dinner then watch TV until we fall asleep,” he runs his fingers through her hair, giving her head a light massage as he drops a kiss on her temple, “And if you wanted to go, would I still be your plus one?”

She huffs a laugh, “My one and only.”

Gil tugs at their clasped hands, “C’mon, let’s get to work. I bought some cute cookie molds, you can use them to cut decorating crusts.”

“Which shapes do you have?”

“A rabbit, a cat, a moon, a star. I think you should use the star mold, because you’re my superstar.”

“I don’t feel like one right now,” she trails off. However, she lets him lead them into the kitchen.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’re incredible!” He turns around to face her, “It’s just that you had a hard day, it can’t deny all of your improvement. You’ve come this far,” he squeezes her hand, “I can’t say how proud I am of you, but I’ll say that if you need some rest, please know that you deserve to rest.”

“Will you be there? When I’m not feeling like a superstar,” The vulnerable, silly question that she only asks when they are alone. She absolutely doesn’t allow anyone else to see this side of her.

Gil picks her up and puts her on the table, then steps in between her legs.

“Forevermore, and after,” he promises. Even though they’ve known each other less than a year, he's sure about that more than anything.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

He did say that to her, not so long ago, on a very different day than today. But he’s always there, seeming to be the most solid thing that’s ever been hers, the one person that she trusts enough to hold on to, lean on, or hide in. She hopes that she would never take him for granted and forget to give back, to cherish him, to let him know that she loves him with every breath she takes. But all worries evade her when he palms her face in his large hands, brushing her hair out of her face so he can kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, then he says, “Let’s make our pie.”

Our pie - the word makes her smile. She likes the sound of it. She likes it a lot, a lot, a lot.

#thenamesh #thenamesh fanfic #thena x gilgamesh #gilgamesh x thena #eternals #thena #gilgamesh #love me some hurt/comfort

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

Part 2: Food in The Devildom and Celestial Realm

headcanons for what type of things the brothers' typically cook when its their day of the week to cook? who is the best, who is the worst? also- if you have time- headcanons for what you think devildom vs celestial dishes are like and if there's any difference to human cooking in prep or ingredients? just cooking headcanons! go crazy. can u tell i daydream about what devildom/celestial food tastes like everytime it gets mentioned 😳 like imagine poison apple pie or those cigar cookies 🤗

(Part 1 of this ask, the headcanons about the brothers’ cooking skills, can be found here (x).)

Food! One of the cornerstones of culture ^-^ It’s really interesting to see how a society’s culture affects its food and vice versa!

So what’s up with the Devildom and Celestial Realm?

The Devildom

Because we’ve spent the most time in the Devildom, we know more about the food there. Most of it is adjacent to human world stuff, but with weird— I mean, local ingredients. Poison apples, bat meat, cocktails you have to mix while under the effect of a siren’s song to get them to taste right…

I think the most interesting aspect of Devildom (and probably the Celestial Realm too) cuisine is the incorporation of magic. The siren drink from the 30s lessons comes to mind, but so does that rare Hell Coffee they mention at one point. The one that’s more bitter the more the maker loves the person they’re making it for.

Magic is highly symbolic, I wonder how that plays into Devildom cooking? Do you have to be in the right mood to prepare certain dishes or it’ll taste wrong? What creatures’ meat is considered common and what’s an upper class delicacy? Can demons taste magic in a way humans can’t?

Which brings me to Solomon, a legendarily terrible cook. Is he awful at all cooking, or is it his attempts to make Devildom cuisine, which incorporates magic, that fail because humans lack the senses to properly taste magic? Is he constantly pulling the magic equivalent of dry-rubbing pork with a fuckton of cayenne pepper? I have a funny feeling that he is.

Speaking of humans, let’s talk long pig. It’s mentioned a few times, mostly in the earlier lessons, that at least some of the brothers have either eaten entire humans, human meat, or a human soul before. I wonder how common human meat/souls actually are in the Devildom, because from the way everyone’s worried MC is going to be devoured, it seems like it’s pretty rare. (Which is weird if the Devildom is supposed to, in part, be Hell, but that’s a crack theory for another day)

Do demons need some weird nutrients only found in magic and/or souls? What’s up with cannibalism seemingly being at least kinda chill down there? (iirc Beel has been known to munch on a Lil D every now and then)

What would a soul even taste like? Are human souls the shrimp colours of flavour?

Alright, that’s sufficiently off the rails. NEXT!

The Celestial Realm

Perhaps this is Luke’s or Michael’s fault, but most of what we’ve seen from the Celestial Realm is sweets, which makes me think angels have sweet tooths. But! It also makes me think of Biblical manna, what G-d is said to have provided the Israelites to eat during our* 40 year desert trip after being brought out of Egypt. It’s been talked about in the Hebrew Bible twice, once in Exodus and again in Numbers.

It’s described as showing up with the dew at night, looking like flaky hoarfrost (the crunchy frost layer you sometimes see in the fall or winter on grass in the mornings, if where you live gets cold enough for that), or sometimes bdellium (which itself looks like prunes or dates kinda). Raw, it tastes like a honey wafer, but can be ground up and baked into cakes, which apparently taste like cakes made with oil.

Other fun thing about it: it spoils fast if you don’t eat it that day, unless it’s been saved for Shabbat/the Sabbath, because every morning the Israelites had to pick it by hand and no working is allowed on the Sabbath. Whether this is an inherent property of manna or just how G-d chose to present it to the Israelites as an encouragement of temperance is unclear. Because it’s the Bible. And not meant to be worldbuilding.

ANYWAY! That history lesson over, I find it interesting that the Celestial Realm, what’s supposed to be this place of rigid order and righteousness, is also home to something as simple and indulgent as sweets. It’s not that the Devildom or the human world doesn’t have sweets of course, but I can’t recall anything not sweet/dessert related from the Celestial Realm.

Also, it would be a massive disservice to my blog and personal brand if I didn’t mention the Furry Syrup. Why does the Celestial Realm have syrup that turns you into an animal? Is it a prank? A unique culinary experience? Is Simeon just really strange?

It’s not that weird for magic food to do something to the person who consumes it, it’s just kinda weird that it’s coming from fake-Heaven of all places. Is eating a full-body experience for angels? Is the Furry Syrup meant to do that, or is that some sort of allergic reaction because the brothers aren’t angels anymore?

It’s a mystery!

Well, I don’t think this was necessarily what you might have been looking for, anon who requested this, but it’s what I’ve got. I’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts about food in Obey Me, especially food and magic bc there’s a lot of cool stuff you could do there imo.

*You’ve probably seen me say god or even God uncensored on here before, but in this case I’m talking about The Actual Abrahamic Big Man Upstairs, and as a Jewish person, we’re technically supposed to censor His name for Reasons. I tend to forget to do that digitally bc, well, you can’t ritually bury a tumblr post in the ground... But I remembered today, so I’m gonna try and do that. Life’s kinda complicated when you’re a jew who likes to read/consume media about bible fanfic okay? 

Also might have noticed I spoke weirdly in the first person when talking about the exile from Egypt. That one’s a force of habit from Passover/Pesach, one of the big Jewish holidays. We’re meant to talk about the events of Exodus in the first person, as though it happened to us, not just our ancestors, for Reasons. I suppose it’s a tribal/community thing. Idk, i’m not a rabbi, I’m not even really religious. I’m just a nerd who never went to shul but is Very Interested in my own culture and mythology.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me celestial realm #obey me devildom #obey me shall we date #mine #my writing #will i write a worldbuilding theory post about obey me without mentioning judaism? #or just anything related to the bible? #probably not #but can you really blame me? #mf SOLOMON and ASMODEUS and LILITH ARE IN THIS GAME!!!

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

For a prompt, maybe Bobby having a job in high school where he teaches guitar to kids and Emily and Mitch mistakenly sign Luke up for lessons? (Bobby just doesn't sound like a teenager on the phone) Belated congratulations on the 500 milestone, btw ✨

Here you go, friend! I hope you like it! My first jatp AU fic lol :)

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Here’s the thing: Luke already knows how to play the guitar.

Has he ever taken a lesson? Officially? No, of course not, because he’s not a nerd. But he’s been learning from YouTube tutorials for almost six years now, been writing his own stuff for four, been the lead singer and guitarist of an epic, legendary rock band for two. He’d say he’s pretty well covered in the “knowing how to play the guitar” department, without some crusty old guy showing him the chords to songs no one’s listened to since the 60s in the grimy basement of a church two hours a week.

And yet, here he stands, on the sidewalk outside said church, guitar case in hand and a truly menacing grimace on his face, staring up at the hand-painted sign on the door detailing “Guitar lessons for kids! Room B38” in big block letters.

“Well?” Alex, who drove Luke here because Luke is currently not on speaking terms with his mother and father out of pure unadulterated spite, claps a hand on his shoulder, already stifling giggles. “You ready for your lesson, kiddo?”

“I will kick you out of the band,” Luke threatens.

“Then you can walk home.” Alex jingles his keys teasingly, then tugs Luke into a quick hug. “Come on, man, I think it was a nice gesture. Try to make the most of it, at least your parents are trying.”

Right, because the whole reason Luke’s here is because his mom thought the lessons would be a good reward for Luke passing all his classes this semester. Because she heard him complaining that Sunset Curve needed a rhythm guitarist to fill out their sound and decided that meant he needed to learn how to do it himself, even though Luke tried to explain to her that he couldn’t play rhythm guitar and face-melting solos at the same time.

Of course, she didn’t listen, and then his dad found a flyer for this guy Robert giving lessons out of the local church, and before Luke could say no, the first month’s worth were already paid for and he didn’t have a choice.

And he supposes Alex is sort of right. At least his parents know what a guitar is. At least they’re trying to be somewhat, relatively supportive of his music, instead of pushing him to apply to college or get a job over the summer like they did constantly until he ran away for six months after Christmas and almost died (he’s fine now, but that near-death experience really changed his parents’ tune).

At least they actually acknowledge that he’s in a band at all, unlike Alex’s folks, whose friends think Alex volunteers at homeless shelters in his free time, or Reggie’s, who just don’t care.

Luke knows he’s got it good, compared to his friends, compared to himself a year ago. But that doesn’t mean he’s gotta be happy about it.

“All right, I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Alex says, giving Luke’s shoulder another friendly squeeze. “Try not to pout so much, it’s unbecoming.”

Luke gives him the finger, and Alex’s laughter echoes behind him as he heads back toward his car.

And then Luke sighs, grips his guitar a little tighter, and heads inside. He’s already here, he might as well get it over with.

Room B38 is a tiny classroom deep in the bowels of the church, reserved for Sunday School or daycare or some other such activity. The door’s closed, so Luke knocks, and a voice from inside calls, “Come in!”

A voice that does not sound like it belongs to the crusty old man Luke had been picturing.

He frowns, wondering if maybe he’s in the wrong place, but tugs the door open anyway and maneuvers himself and his guitar inside.

There’s no crusty old man waiting for him. There is, however, a handsome (Luke can’t help noticing and then feels stupid for noticing), young man, no more than a year or two older than Luke at most, sitting in a comically small plastic chair and tuning an acoustic guitar.

“Hey,” Luke greets him, raising an awkward hand. “You’re… Robert?”

“Please—Bobby,” the guy corrects, laying his guitar down on the carpeted floor next to him so he can stand and shake Luke’s hand. There’s a gleam of confusion in his eyes, and he glances over Luke’s shoulder like he’s looking for something as he says, “You must be Luke’s… older brother?”

Oh, Luke is going to kill his parents. “Uh, no,” he says, clears his throat awkwardly. “No, um… I’m Luke.”

Bobby lets out an undignified snort, and then claps his hand over his mouth. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, still sort of giggling. “I shouldn’t laugh, it’s just—most of my students are in the four to twelve age range? I thought you’d be, like, eight.”

Luke rolls his eyes. “Well, I thought you’d be, like, sixty, so I guess we’re both disappointed.”

“Not disappointed,” Bobby corrects, and his smile makes Luke’s stomach flip in a way he’d really rather not analyze too closely right now. Bobby nods down at the guitar case in Luke’s hand. “Should we get started?”

Luke’s tongue feels dumb and thick in his mouth, but he manages to stammer something vaguely affirmative, and Bobby grins at him.

They settle into the kiddy chairs across from each other, and Bobby picks his guitar back up while Luke pulls his own out of its case.

He briefly considers pretending to actually need guitar lessons so that Bobby will have a chance to show off, because Bobby’s cute and funny and clearly cares about music, and Luke doesn’t know how to flirt.

But Luke also doesn’t know how to play guitar badly. So they only get about twenty minutes into the lesson before Bobby stops and says, “You don’t need me, do you?”

“I really don’t,” Luke apologizes. “I play lead guitar in a band, I’ve been teaching myself since I was twelve, my parents are just—” he starts to say stupid, then remembers Alex’s words and amends—“a little clueless about this kind of thing.”

Bobby puts his guitar aside and leans forward in his chair. “What, have they never heard you play before?”

Luke resists the urge to roll his eyes. “No, they have, they just. We’re looking for someone—my band and me—to play rhythm guitar for us? My parents asked why I couldn’t do it, and when I explained it to them, they thought ‘I can’t play lead and rhythm at the same time’ meant I couldn’t play rhythm at all. I don’t know.” He shrugs a little, busies himself with putting his guitar back in its case.

“I could.”

Luke looks up, frowning. “You could what?”

Bobby raises his eyebrows pointedly, nods at the guitar lying at his feet. “Play with you guys. If you’re still looking for someone, I mean.”

Luke’s heart skips a beat, and a warm smile spreads across his face without his permission. “Seriously, man? That’d be amazing! Here, let me give you my number and you can come over sometime and meet the band.”

They exchange information, and Luke spends a little too long staring stupidly at the contact in his phone that Bobby has named “Guitar Teacher <3”.

“Plus,” Bobby says, and Luke looks back up to see him smirking as he returns his own phone to his pocket. “Now I get an excuse to see you again. Since you obviously don’t need the lessons.”

“Yeah,” Luke agrees. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“But, uh, maybe don’t tell your parents that. Cause I can’t give them a refund.”

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Six Months

Six Months - Part One

Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

a/n - This is my first series. It’s centred around an Indian OC. She is South Indian - Tamil, to be exact. Harry is an OnlyFans creator. Smut to ensue. I haven’t planned anything, I just want to write and figure out things as I go. Please reblog!

Word Count - 1289

Warnings - none.

Tamil Words - Kutti : ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’. a term of endearment mostly used with a child or a significant other - literally translates to ‘little.’

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Layla Sathish was twenty two and she was flying out of the country for the first time. She was that kid that tried to do everything her family wanted. She lived with her parents and her grandparents. She was the only child in the house, but she was not spoiled rotten to any extent. She was the kid that didn’t belong in her generation. She was the first grandchild/ great grandchild on her father’s side; her second cousin was born thirteen years later. So, naturally she chilled with her Aunts and Uncles - this could be one of the explanations to why she was an eighty year old on the inside. 

Layla would describe her life as a series of backups. She belonged to a middle class family. She wanted to get into medicine but she fell short of the merit list and her family couldn’t afford to pay the donation (quite common in a lot of Indian medical colleges). So, she settled for her backup, Psychology; she truly found her niche. She thrived in her Bachelors; her professors adored her. For her Masters she wanted to get into neuropsychology research - she was accepted into some of the top colleges in India. Her parents and grandparents did not want her to move away from home and did not have means to make ends meet if she moved out of the city. 

Defeated, she went back to the place she did her undergraduate and pursued her Masters in Counselling. She hardly ever put in any effort but still found herself topping almost every single class. She was the type of person who would link her self esteem to good grades, but she was also a serial procrastinator. After five internships and four research papers, she finished her Masters with flying colours and hated her degree while doing so.

She hit a bit of a slump, you see, so she decided to take a break and travel. She saved up enough money, through selling her paintings on Etsy, to go to Singapore for a solo trip but her overprotective parents refused. Her uncle and aunt stepped forward to fund her trip to the states and promised to keep her safe. So, she said goodbye to Chennai temporarily.

////

“Here we are. Home for the next few months, Layla.”

Layla hops off the passenger side of the BMW and opens the trunk of the car to get her suitcases. “Hmmm. One can only imagine the hustle and bustle of Apex, North Carolina.”

“Oi! It’s the crack of dawn. Give it some time. Now, I’m sure Auntie is waiting for us. Come on then,” says her Uncle, Vasanth, as he helps her with the bags and walks into his house.

“Alright, America, let’s see what you’ve got.” She mutters as she follows behind.

“Layla! Kutti! It’s been two years! Look at how much you have grown?!?” Says her Aunt, Abi, throwing her arms around her, engulfing her into a tight hug.

“Hiii! Growth? Please, I stopped growing in middle school. I’m such a shrimp compared to the two of you. I’m but a measly 5.1’’ compared to your what 5.10’’ and Uncle’s 6.2’’

“Okay, you have matured as an individual. That acceptable?” She says.

“I’ll take that. Thank you so much for having me here, you two.” Layla says.

“We’re family. No need for thank yous, kutti.” Vasanth says.

“How was the flight, Layla? First time on the plane, right?” Abi says.

“Yeah. Not bad; my ears felt horrible though. But I was excited, first time to leave the country, first time to leave the continent, and first time travelling solo - that too, an international trip.”

“Well I’m glad. Now, I recommend you sleep now. The jet lag will be easy to handle then. Come on, I’ll show you to your room. Vasanth, bring her bags up, will you?”

“Wait! I want to look around the house. You sent me all those pictures of the nooks and corners when it was being built, now I want to see it all decked up.” Layla whines.

“And you can, in a few hours. Now, get some shut eye. I know you still operate in IST but it’s 3:00 am here. Call your parents okay, kutti.” Vasanth says. 

“Okay,” she sighs in defeat.

Once they’ve both situated Layla in the guest room, her Uncle and Aunt say their goodnights and leave to go get some rest. Layla calls her parents and tells them that she’s reached her Uncle’s home, all safe and sound. She puts her suitcases on the bed and rifles through them to get her favourite pyjamas. Once she works out the knots in her hair, she puts it up in a bun - having zero energy to get it wet. She draws the curtains back and partially opens her window and saunters into the shower with her moisturiser and body wash.

///

Harry tosses and turns in his bed. He’s too hot under his covers. He flips the covers off of his body and groans. “Now I’m bloody cold.” He gets up to use the bathroom. 

He trudges back after a wee to his desk. He picks up his phone and looks up to see light coming from his neighbour’s window. How odd, he thinks to himself. He’s met the Sathish’s who moved in a month ago and in that whole month he’s never seen that room with the lights on at night. 

He notices suitcases on the bed and peers into the room. A girl walks into his line of vision. She’s tiny, not more than five feet. Black hair wound into a bun. She’s wearing a white shirt with a Power Rangers logo and some shorts with all the ranger’s helmets arranged haphazardly. She puts her suitcases on the floor and stretches. Her shirt rides up a little revealing her midriff. Harry turns away immediately and scampers towards the bed.

“Way to go, Peeping Tom. What if she saw you creeping? Idiot.” He mutters to himself and gets under the covers. He scrolls through social media for a bit before opening OnlyFans. He’s upto 38,000 followers. He switches back to Instagram and scrolls through reels before sleep finds him.

Harry Styles didn’t ever think he would end up creating content for OnlyFans. He was a bright student in school. He moved to the States a year ago with his mum, following his parent’s divorce. Harry’s mum is a nurse who worked in the nearby university hospital. She was often slammed most of the days, so it was mostly just him at home. After his A levels, Harry snagged a year long internship at Earth Watch, he worked with one of the top researchers studying climate change in the Arctic Circle in Churchill, Manitoba. Nineteen year old him would have never guessed that in a year's time his parents will split up, which would lead him to move in with his mum in the States and create content on OnlyFans, that makes more money than what any undergrad with a climate science major. He knows he wants to go get that undergraduate and his masters, but doesn’t feel like he wants to rush. He wants to save up enough money to support himself and somehow cushion his blow into the financial debt abyss that comes with higher education in America. He loved growing up in England but does not see himself going back anytime soon. All he knows for sure is that he is going to burrow into his bed, stay at home and pig out for the weekend. 

Little did he know that his mum put up a post it on the fridge before she left for her Friday late night shift. 

Housewarming brunch at the Sathish's Sunday. 

I’ll be back in the afternoon.

Leftovers are in the fridge.

Mum xox

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[peterxwade24]

Broken Hearts and New Beginnings

Chapter 7

For Maribat March 2021 day 1 prompt Found Family

this one also didn’t get a cool title.

before we jump into the chapter, this one takes place after Marinette wakes up feeling like she’s being blown apart and vaguely takes place before Emilie Agreste goes missing/is presumed dead. also, there is a reason Adrien’s heart is white-grey it has everything to do with Roy Harper not being a real person at the moment.

anyways, enjoy.

Marinette couldn’t help the sluggishness as she walked into the classroom. She was dressed very differently from the way she normally dressed. Normally, she would walk into the classroom with a smile on her face in pink capris with a white shirt with an apple blossom embroidered on it under a gray blazer lined with white covered in pink polka dots. Today, she was dressed in baggy black sweatpants with a dark gray oversized sweatshirt (that Nino recognized as his own that he’d left at the Dupain-Cheng household a week ago) with a frown, red puffy eyes, and visible tear trails marring her otherwise cute face. She slunk into her seat at the desk, propping her head up on a sleeve-encased hand. She could feel tears well up in her eyes and she fought to keep them back.

“Hey? Dudette?” Nino slumped into the seat next to her, his eyes taking in her appearance. “Are you okay?”

Marinette looked like she was going to say something when she was interrupted.

Chloé looked at Marinette and Nino, her gaze going back to Marinette. “Wow. You didn’t even try Mari-” Chloé’s words died in her throat as she finally caught sight of Marinette’s heart. Marinette’s heart was in a pitiful state, the heart which was once garnet in colour was now split down the middle with jagged edges and slimy green in colour. Chloé’s expression softened as she looked at Marinette. “What happened?” She reached forward to grab the much smaller girl’s shoulders. “When did it happen?”

Marinette glanced at Nino out of the corner of her eye, sure that her long-time friend was also witnessing this. He simply shrugged, not knowing what to do to help her. Marinette reluctantly gave her full attention back to Chloé, shrinking back as though she thought she’d be struck or ridiculed. “He- my so- he, he died. Sometime this morning, in an explosion.”

Chloé reached forward to wipe away the other girl’s tears before nodding. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

---

Nino sat beside Marinette in the courtyard, being a good friend, as the two endured harsh glares from not only their peers but also most of the rest of their schoolmates. The pair were eating sushi, mostly vegetable rolls as that was one of the few types of sushi the two could agree on, when they were approached by Sabrina.

The redhead, whose teal blue heart was settled in her hair above where it was pinned on the side of her head before the start of a simple braid, looked at the duo with a sad smile. “I’m sorry about what happened to your, uh,-”

“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s, it’s kind of hard to process.” Marinette gave the other girl a watery smile, her eyes filling with tears before she looked away.

Sabrina nodded, settling down beside Nino where she pulled out her lunch, a container of Garbure with all the fixings. “If you don’t mind I think I’ll join you two for lunch today.”

Nino smiled at her, a grateful “thanks” left his lips.

Chloé appeared out of the woodwork, her gaze boring into any who dared to glare at Marinette. She gracefully perched herself on Marinette’s other side, leaving the space directly in front of Marinette free so they could all see whoever was coming. She took out her lunch, beautifully prepared shrimp scampi, with a passing glance at what her lunchmates were dining on. “Is that all you’re eating ‘Rinette?”

Marinette glanced at the other girl, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “Nino and I usually share something halal for lunch, his parents leave before he and Chris get up in the morning so I make us lunch the night before. We have some fresh baguette if you want some.” She ate a single piece of her vegetable roll before drinking some peach juice. “What’s with the name?”

“Marinette is what our loser classmates will call you. Nino calls you Nette. I figured Sabrina and I should call you something different.” Chloé simply shrugged her shoulders before tucking into her meal.

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Marinette walked into school a week after her soulmate died. Her parents were great if a little maybe a lot overbearing, but they didn’t understand what it was like to feel your soulmate die. They’d both met their soulmate early in their lives and decided that while they fit together amazingly, they just didn’t work that way.

Marinette was suddenly flanked by the three people she’d started considering her family. She flashed them all a small smile before her face fell back into her new default expression, little to no emotion showing through.

“Hey ‘Rinette?” Chloé called. “Would you be up to meeting with my childhood best friend after school?”

“Sure.” Marinette flashed her new friend a smile. “We just have to stop by the bakery to let Maman and Papa know where we’ll be first.”

---

Marinette and her friends arrived at the park, Chloé leading the group as she was the only one who knew what the other person looked like.

Chloé ran at a little blond-haired boy with green eyes and a white-grey heart poking out of his pants’ pocket. “Adrikins!” She yelled as she threw her arms around the boy, a smile on her face.

“Hey, Chloé.” The boy, now only known as Adrikins, greeted with a soft smile on his face. “Who, uh, who’re your friends?”

“Adrikins, these are my friends Sabrina, Nino, and Marinette, but we don’t call her that.” Chloé looked at her friends with a smile. “Friends, this is Adrien, Adrien Agreste.” She whirled back to her blond-haired friend with a wide smile. “Where’s Aunt Emilie?”

“She’s on the other side of the fountain.” Adrien smiled as Chloé released him and ran off to throw herself into the arms of a beautiful blonde woman. “That’s my mom, Emilie Agreste formally Emilie Graham de Vanily.”

Nino nodded. “Cool. I’m Nino Lahiffe. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Adrien smiled. “Adrien Agreste, the pleasure is all mine.”

---

The five would find themselves sitting in Chloé’s room on many occasions, including the day Adrien’s mom went missing. The five were like family at that point, knowing how best to comfort one another. Adrien’s father would decide to seclude Adrien in his home, only allowing him to leave for photoshoots and lessons, but his friends, the people who were family to him, would always find a way to be there, whether it was backstage at photoshoots or at Chloé’s when she demanded to get to hang out with Adrien. They weren’t turning their backs on Adrien, he was a part of their family. And nothing broke this family up.

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[stormgardenscurse]

Birthdays with NRC Dorms

Heartslabyul

You’ll be aware that there’s a party going on, but what you won’t realise until you get there is that the party is dedicated to you. (No wonder the guys didn’t let you help set up...)

It’s similar to their usual tea parties, but way more blown up and grand

The hedgehogs are making an appearance! They’re so cute and in all colours of the rainbow! You’ll have a group of flamingos escort you in. even. It’s a whimsical event, almost like you’ve dropped down another rabbit hole inside of Twisted Wonderland (in the best way possible.)

Riddle isn’t skilled in practical magic for nothing, you know? The entire party is enchanted with birds made of playing cards, everyone’s dorm uniforms are styled differently for the event, and of course your own attire is magified as soon as you step into your own Wonderland celebration. If you have a favourite type of flower he’d temporarily transform the roses into them too!

Trey goes all-out with the baked goods, especially if you have a sweet tooth. Tarts of all kinds, desserts you haven’t seen before, and most importantly... That cake! It's absolutely amazing!

Five tiers of delicious sponge frosted in your favourite colours with candied flowers blooming around them... What a Wonderlandish birthday cake indeed...

Oh, and Chen-ya pops in as well. He’s allowed to stay under the condition that he’s disguised in a NRC uniform.

At the end of things Cater compiles all the (very aesthetic) pictures from the party and sends you the digital files to do with as you please (but he posts some on his account too, of course.) They’re memories that you’d never want to forget.

Savanaclaw

They’re not usually ones to throw parties, but when they do it’s sure as hell an event to remember.

Leona keeps his plans secret easily enough. Ruggie makes sure things are going smoothly behind the scenes and if he sees you around the school he’ll try and redirect you away from their dorm.

To get you to the actual party they’re not going to be normal and escort you there, they’re going to send a dorm member running towards you and asking for help because “there’s a fight breaking out at Savanaclaw and Leona’s not there to stop it.”

You head there fully prepared for a battlezone and Grim even gives you a pep-talk about knocking some sense into the troublemakers, only to be very confused as soon as you arrive at Savanaclaw.

It’s a little mean to trick you like this but the look on your face when you realise it was a surprise party? Leona regrets nothing, he’s actually pretty proud of himself.

The party goes on until late into the night, and in the middle of the festivities they start playing Magift? It’s absolutely wild and chaotic as everyone lets loose. You’re glad that the dorms don’t have neighbors close enough to hear the commotion.

Somehow the next morning everyone is fine?? You’re somewhat confused of how the Savanaclaw members still seem so energised, and Ruggie lets slip that Leona cancelled regular morning practice since they played Magift a lot during the party.

Two birds with one stone, huh? He even got to sleep longer... Leona never changes...

Octavinelle

The day starts normally enough, but for some reason random students are going up to you and giving you gifts? How did they even know it was your birthday?

You’re pretty confused by lunchtime. Sitting in the cafeteria with your newly accumulated pile of presents, you ask Ace and Deuce if they know what’s going on.

They do not, but soon enough you get an answer to your question as Jade and Floyd approach your table, wishing you happy birthday.

“Those anemones? They’re bearing gifts sent from Octavinelle, you know. Azul’s as generous as ever this year.”

Ah, so that’s what it was.

It’s thoughtful, but… Was he using indebted students as servants again?

“Don’t worry, Little Shrimp.” Floyd assures you. “They’re doing this of their own free will.”

“Yes, many students would like to be in Azul’s favor. It’s kind of adorable, isn’t it?” Jade grins, “Oh, speaking of, would you pop in to Mostro Lounge later in the evening? We’re hosting a party, so it’d be nice to have the guest of honor in attendance.”

Hearing this, your friends decide to tag along just in case… As nice as this is, it’s not bad to keep your guard up, right? Who knows what Azul would use this as leverage for next time…

Scarabia

Good lord Jamil’s as busy as ever. You think Kalim is extravagant on a normal basis? Today he’s going all-out. There are elephants, camels and peacocks everywhere, the kitchens have been prepping non-stop since the night before… By the end of this the only people that’d be left standing are the guests from outside of the dorm.

That’s right, guests from outside Scarabia. Kalim practically invited the entire school to the party, it’s going to be a disaster to clean up.

“It’s only fitting, right? They’ve done so much for all of us, so I’m sure everyone would want to celebrate them too!”

You weren’t sure what to expect, but honestly whatever you’ve imagined? Times that by at least three and that’s what the party was like.

There was a parade and you got the best view from above on top of the flying carpet - it was amazing and the stars somehow seemed brighter than the last time you were here?

Food stalls were stationed all over Scarabia (much like a marketplace) and the cooks liked to perform flashy tricks as entertainment. There were also fire and water dancers (magic made things much more elaborate) and a snake tamer (Ace claimed to be unafraid, but as soon as the snake flicked its tongue near his ear he was a goner)

You lost Grim around the end of the party and eventually found him sleeping at a corner behind a food stall. That’s when you finally decided to call it a night.

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[hazard-queen]

Hi! This is actually my first time to request. Can I request Idia, Floyd, Vil and Malleus with an s/o who is so shy? I love your writing so much and I hope you have a great day úwù💕

Hello ^^

You can request anytime ♡

Take a very good care of yourself, have a good day~♤

Idia shroud

• Being shy never bothered idia since he's also just shy as you even more, you are the perfect couple in his opinion, he doesn't have to speak much or so, but somehow he likes it when he catches you looking at him all silently so all your face turns red, but let's say he wanted to melt some ice

• He bought a new game and wanted to try it with you, and invited you to play it with him, "n n no, I'm n not really good at gaming like you!" You blushed hardly hearing those words from the tablet

• "Come on it would be fun!"

• It took you some time till idia teach you the basics of the game and how to play it, you didn't dare to look at him cause you were blushing anytime your eyes meets him

• "No! Should we start? Remember what i told you?" Said idia handing you the gaming console as you nodded shyly

• You both started playing and somehow you were good at what you're doing! You were even going to win!

• "No no no! I should do something!" Muttered idia nervous to himself as an idea suddenly come to his mind! Quickly, he leaned by your side and placed a small kiss on your cheek and went back playing

• Error!, steam could be seen out of your ears as your face was beet red, you covered your face dropping the console from your hand losing the game to idia!

• "Hehehe i won!" Said idia with a wide smile on his face not noticing that you almost fainted from his action

• "(Y/n)...........(Y/N)!!!!!!!!! ortho, bring some cold water here asap!!!!!!"

Floyd leech

• Being floyd's beloved ones means you will be squeezed in thigh hugs 5 or 7 times a day and this could be fine by you but as you're a shy person that can't just be easy

• He can hug you from your back surprising you, your face turns all red and you can never say a word, " p please put me down!" This is all you can say then

• You tried to avoid him the whole day and hiding from him, "oh, shrimp-chan where are you?" As you heard him you hide yourself and ran the other side, for your luck jade was watching you

• "(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Floyd is looking for you everywhere!" Said jade looking for his brother

• " n no! Don't tell him I'm here!" You said with a blush

• "Huh? Why tho?.....aaaah he's being so handy recently isn't he? Well, he loves you and he can't stop himse..." jade didn't finish his words as you heared floyed from a far! He found you!

• "SHRIMP-CHAN!!!" Yelled floyd happily running towards you! Without thinking you found yourself running away

• " shrimpy-chan, why are you running from me!........WATCH OUT!"

• You turned your face from floyd to look in front of you, you werr rushing to fast then Bang! You hit the wall and fell to the ground, you woke up in the infirmary, floyd's face was the only thing in front of you.

• "Awwww shrimp-chan, are you ok?" He was so close again and you began to blush but thanks for jade he pulled floyd away from you

• "Awww shrimpy-chan! If you don't want me to hug you, you could just say!" Said floyd sadly which of course was something you couldn't handle

• You shut your eyes closed and opened your arms for him, heat started rushhing to your face, " h hug me...floyd kun!"

• "Awwww with pleasure my little shrimp!"

Vil schienheit

• Obviously, if you want to be vil's beloved ones you need to handle some things, a daily skin care routine, some weird etiquette, and of course the idea that vil wanted to put you the make-up daily before you begin the day!

• Just the idea of being that close to vil makes you blush, his touch when he's fixing the make-up, which of course annoys vil some times

• "Oh dear! Would you please be less red? I can't apply the foundation this way!" Said vil pouting

• " i i'm sorry vil, b but...."

• "But what?" Said vil rising an eyebrow wondering what could it be the reason

• " nothing" you said calmly looking back at vil accepting more make-up on your face

• "Now now! Time for lipstick! But where's the lipstick brush???" Said vil looking for it everywhere, there stood rook hiding it behind his back and laughing

• "Well then! Use your fingers to apply the lipstick instead! You know you will be late if you missed more time! Fufufufuf" said rook with an evil smile

• "Sigh! Seems i don't have any other way!" Said vil putting his finger in the small liquid lip stick box reaching his fingers to your lips, but before his fingers touches your lips you gasped looking away from vil, your face was in riddle's hair colour even darker!

• "Here we go again! (Y/n)! What is that for?" Said vil annoyed and here's rook laughing again

• "Can't you see? She's a shy person vil! You're being too much close, aren't you?" Said rook waving his both hands on air (oops?)

• "Is that so? Silly girl! You're my beloved, it's more comfortable when you're by me! But it's fine if you need your distance any way!" Said vil pouting, of course his words touched your heart, you shook your head and moved you face to face vil allowing him to apply the lipstick

• "Good girl! Now you look as stunning as ever! Now go to your class and I'm following you soon!" Said vil with closed eye smile, you nodded and ran to catch your class

• Rook was about to leave but "rook..........what is the lipstick brush doing on your hand?"

Malleus draconia

• Malleus is not the type who would force you to speak or would do anything that may offend you but still!

• He takes you to class everyday talk about stuff and this is fine by you, till it comes to when he holds your hand! He likes holding it every once in a while, his blood is cold and of course his hand is, he always wants to feel the warmth of your hand, it makes his heart feel warmer.....and your cheeks to!

• "Are you ok?" Asked malleus in concern....your face is all red tho

• "Y yes! I'm fine, don't worry" you said with a smile waving your hand

• You noticed students are looking at you, more at your hands holding each other! They even started whispering about you! Are they talking about you?

• You felt embarrassed so you pulled your hand from malleus' let's say this made him a little sad but he understands how shy you are.

• "Sigh, it's fine if you told me that you feel shy when I'm holding your hand in public!" Said malleus with a bitter smile, your eyes widened on what he said, it was never like this!

• You snatched his hand in yours and held it even more tight, you faced his with a beet red face and very serious ones

• "I l don't care what others think or say!!!"

• You didn't only held his hand but dragged him with you to the class! Malleus got really surprised by your action to be honest

• When you class ended malleus noticed you're deep on thought, he sneeked his hand towards your hand and tangled his fingers with yours! You gasped on the sudden action of his but you tangled your fingers to his also

• " m malleus....always hold my hands, it makes me feel safe" you said blushing as hell looking away from him

• "I will" said malleus pulling your hand kissing it, you felt his lips form as a smile on your hand, never leave my hand again!

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