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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

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Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

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So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

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Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

♡

Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

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runningupthatvecna · 1 year

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night drive | part 1

joseph quinn x fem!reader

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story summary: you're just out there working your job when you encounter a special (and very familiar) client that is going to change your life. for the better, obviously. but should you really entertain personal relations with a client of yours?

general tags/warnings: rpf (don't like, don't read), strangers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff and eventual spice, slow burn, this will be just a small fluffy happy story tbh :)

chapter summary: it's just another day at work. at least that's what you think to yourself when you leave your flat in berlin one morning, yet unknowing that this day – or more like the client you have to drive to his destination – is being surprisingly gentle and kind to you, his personal driver. and the best part about it? he doesn't seem too scared of you wanting to get your daily dose of adrenaline.

cw/tw: fluff! just the overwhelming smol bean sweetness that is joseph quinn really, mentions of driving at high speeds on a highway, very brief mention of throwing up and usage of drugs, y/n mentioned once (1) at the end

word count: 3,9k

a/n: this idea has been engraved in my brain for literal months and i'm being reminded of it every goddamn time i am at work. so i had to get it out, right? jesus, yeah this is gonna be incredibly self-indulgent since i am german (stereotypes apply), but i tried to keep this as non-german as possible so more of you can relate in some way. hope that's alright and not too underwhelming in general. also, please leave me feedback/reblogs if you've enjoyed this so far! thank you and i love you :)

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Let's see who's gonna be flying in today, you thought to yourself as you shoved the last bite of your toasted bread slice into your mouth. Always have to have some form of breakfast at least.

Early signs of sunrise were making an entrance across the sky as you downed the last sips of your orange juice, leaving a tickling sour-sweet taste on your tongue.

Thankfully, your work uniform could easily be changed into something lighter and more casual during the summer months, which is why you only had to throw on a linen blouse and a pair of pants of the same fabric, supporting the flow of air around your skin to help keep your body at a reasonable temperature.

Berlin summers could be brutal, mainly regarding temperature, which is why the air conditioned environment you found yourself working in was the main reason for you to feel grateful these days.

Earning the bread while driving people around? And not in a oh god this guy is so drunk he's going to spill the insides of his stomach in my uber kind of way, but being the exclusive chauffeur for important people? Yeah, it could definitely be worse.

Especially in Berlin, where you can be anything you want.

Most people here get lost in the consumption of intoxicating substances while spending their entire weekends at Sisyphos; they have epiphanies about starting a career in dj-ing, before abandoning that idea again two weeks later just to start a food blog or become a yoga teacher. Long forgotten be the actual reason they once moved here in the first place. For studying or something.

There was a time when you used to think that this specific culture was cool, the same thought a lot of countryside kids think before they wave goodbye to their boring stuck-in-1982 German village life, trying to escape the impending doom of getting tied down to the soils of their direct ancestors, and decide to move here.

But the years of seeing what you had seen here had changed your mindset. A lot.

You loved the morning. The peaceful silence and quietness, empty streets when you could still hear the chirping of the birds, before the rush and heat of the hectic city would cast its overlay over East and West, before most people would start their day, trying to make it to everlasting work, meetings, important business corporate tralala on time.

It was something you had learned to appreciate early on after moving here.

Lighter shades of blue creeped upon the sky now, a sign for you to get ready to leave for your first client of the day.

Airport runs, all day long.

The morning shift, yeah.

You wondered how many people with sticks up their ass you would encounter today, since Germans were usually more of the awkward silence type. Some proved themselves to be quite bearable though, engaging in friendly small talk you would always try to initiate, just to break the tension in the air which sitting in close proximity to total strangers could evoke.

Plus, you never knew who else you would have to transfer. Could it be some important sheikh from Dubai today? A South African basketball player? Maybe the ambassador of Canada, though that would require a police escort.

Ever since you got your license, you had always enjoyed driving. You kinda have to get one if you grow up in small town Germany, where there is a bus service going, but only once per decade or so. Driving had to essentially be part of your DNA at this point.

Grabbing your keys and handbag filled with a water bottle, tissues, really good smelling deodorant, some chocolate you hoped wouldn't melt in the heat of late-ish May, and other small and useful things, you headed outside.

A shiny pearly white Audi A6 was sitting in your street elegantly, a bit further down from your building. Not your own, sadly. It was owned by the agency you worked for; however, with the frequency you found yourself driving it, it could be considered your property anyway.

You really couldn't complain. It was the latest model, seat and steering wheel heating, Apple carplay, a grade A sound system, cruise control, lane assist and all sorts of other nice features a modern car had these days.

From time to time the astonishment about being trusted enough to steer this four-wheeled beast in Berlin traffic was getting to your head.

The click of the lock was like music to your ears and you threw your bag on the passenger seat, since the clients you were supposed to transfer usually sat in the back.

Like a cab, but more personal and exclusive.

The warmth of the previous day had stayed inside the car overnight, which made you lightly turn up the A/C.

You had driven the route to the airport enough times to have figured out alternatives when the main roads would be too full with traffic during rush hours, so you were never really late for work. A true German virtue.

The first client of the day was some journalist working for the German broadcasting service ARD and it was your job to deliver them to the headquarters.

As per usual you asked them a few questions, from where they were flying in, how long they'd be staying, if they'd been to the city or even the country before, etc.

Right after drop off in the center, waving the journalist goodbye and wishing them a great time, your work phone received the message with further info for your next commission.

It was always like this. You'd receive a text message with pick up and drop off address, name of the client and their time of arrival at the airport. Sometimes additional instructions.

And yes, you needed to hurry.

You needed to hurry so much in fact, that your brain completely overlooked the name of the client next on your agenda. Your sole focus was on the time, and it became clear to you that you only had thirty minutes to make the distance.

The time aspect was always but thankfully the only stressful part of your job, still you loved it nonetheless.

You could be on the road twentyfour-seven, if one would let you.

Exceeding the speed limit on the A113 only slightly by 19km/h, you made your way back out to the airport before sliding out of the driver's seat. And yes, you had to get into the building with one of those cringy signs that spelled out the name of the person you'd be awaiting.

As you locked the car out front, parked between two cabs not too far away from the huge sliding doors of the immense window front underneath the massive concrete roof of terminal 1, your entire system flooded with the tingling sensation of nervousness.

You felt your heart make five million jumps, heat rising to your cheeks, and it wasn't because the early morning sun was already casting its heat down onto earth.

It was because of the name next to the arrival time info that you only now had to pay attention to.

It was half past seven, ten minutes after his estimated landing time, and you wondered how long it would take for him to make his way through the maze that BER could be and waltz through those sliding doors in the arrival hall.

The thoughts in your head went faster than what you'd just been going on the highway to get here.

You were about to pick up Joseph Quinn.

British actor, one of your absolute favourites. You knew about all the roles he had been working on, before his international breakthrough on Stranger Things' latest season, which is exactly why now, internally, you were screaming.

Your nervousness only got worse with every opening slide of the doors, built into the wall that kept the arrival hall and baggage claim separate, revealing behind it another random person that wasn't him.

The feeling of impatience grew with each passing second, mixing into the blood you felt getting pumped through you at increasing intensity, mingling with the rushes of euphoria and thrill caused by the thoughts of meeting someone you had so much admiration for.

And yet, a yawn escaped you just in the right moment, just when the doors opened for what felt like the millionth time within the fifteen minutes of you waiting behind the little gate.

He was wearing a dark blue cap, flattening down his light brown curls and making them stick to his (fore)head, brown sunglasses sitting on the brim, a white button down with chest pockets paired with light blue jeans and two rather thin silver chains around his neck. The sleeves of the button down folded right below the elbows. A black leather jacket hung over his forearm, his phone in the hand. A small dark blue suitcase on wheels was following behind him pulled by his free hand, alongside a middle-aged woman you guessed was his manager, because she stuck by his side, holding onto her own phone and own suitcase for dear life.

Didn't seem too fond of airports, you guessed.

With the way he was dressing it almost looked like he was here for much more casual reasons, but you were mostly to never driving people around just for leisure.

You could see him scanning the gathering of people awaiting someone, in search for a sign with an all too familiar name on it.

When his eyes fell on you, he smiled, warmly. Approached you, in fact, and with the way this man maintained eye contact, you felt your knees go weaker with each step he took in your direction.

You now understood what everyone that had met him was going on about.

Your breath hitched in your throat, forcing you to clear it to avoid your voice coming out as a squeak.

While dragging in one long inhale, you tried to gather every last ounce of your confidence, praying to whatever higher power there was that neither of them would catch a whiff of your tense nerves.

Okay, okay. Oh god. Okay, be professional.

He's just another client.

"Good morning, welcome to Berlin!" A smile appeared on your lips as you were met with Joe's warm reaction before you went on with your usual routine as your brain defaulted to that, telling them your name, mentioning that you'd be here to drive them to their destination.

"Hey darling, pleasure to meet you", he shot you another warm smile, lightly touching your upper arm right above your elbow to emphasize what he had just said. You just couldn't help but chuckle lightly at his Britishness and his subtle yet intentional touch made your arm almost twitch. And the skin underneath your linen blouse warm up.

Darling.

You knew well enough that it was more of a casual thing for a British person to say and that there wasn't anything to read into, buuuuuut you just couldn't help the way you found yourself attracted to him. It was melting you. You felt warmth spread on your cheeks at his words.

All of a sudden, it became so much clearer as to why everyone's brain chemistry seemed to be altered in a good way after an encounter of this kind.

And to your surprise, your nervousness was slowly vanishing into thin air. His presence, the way he was looking at you all soft and gentle, his entire aura was calming you in a way you just didn't expect to happen at all while being around him for the first time.

The realisation that he was indeed real and just a human being was doing its part, you guessed.

As you lead them out of the building, straight to your car as discreetly as possible, trying not to evoke the attention of any potential fan, you felt his eyes on you.

Okay, let's stay professional.

Sure you had met all sorts of interesting people through your job, and yes, there also had been moments you had gotten a bit starstruck before. For example when you'd met Dave Grohl while driving him to an appointment at Universal the other day.

However, nothing you had experienced at your job had you feeling quite like Mr Joseph Quinn was making you feel.

You were internally dying to ask him a million questions. And you were going to be surprised at how many he was going to direct towards you.

"So, what brings you to Berlin?", you asked after the carry-on's got safely tucked away in the trunk and all of you had settled into your seats. His manager behind you, him behind the seat your handbag was still occupying.

From the address that was given to you, you could already tell what his answer was going to be, yet you wanted to hear it from him and avoid making assumptions.

You set the car into motion, leaving the parking bay to make your way towards the highway, and while you asked your question number one, you briefly stole a few glances at him through the rear view mirror, awaiting his response.

And yes, he noticed.

His smile appeared back on his face, before he started explaining how this trip was going to be the start of him being on the move back and forth between London and Berlin for the coming weeks since he got cast in something and was now set to film said something here.

"I am quite excited to be part of it, actually. It's gonna be directed by one of my favourite directors and I honestly have had my eyes on working with him ever since I went to drama school years ago", he explained further with a nod, another look at him through the rear revealing the small spark in his eye.

You were getting excited for him.

"You must be quite nervous then, meeting him and the cast and all for the first time?"

You were also almost stunned at yourself for how many words you were able to put into a cohesive sentence in his presence.

A light chuckle escaped his chest, "oh yeah definitely. It's always a bit nerve-wrecking meeting everyone. But the excitement about being somewhere new and being surrounded by new people and getting to experience new things kind of balances it out quite bearably."

His deep brown eyes found yours again through the mirror. The eye contact this man was able to hold, even without being face to face with his person opposite, was honestly impressive.

You wanted to tell him. About how you'd seen all of his previous work, how all of his performances always left you completely stunned out of your mind since you were unable to wrap your head around how anyone could be this good at acting and portraying characters the way he always managed to. About how proud you were of him, seeing him succeed and receive things he'd been dreaming of, getting the things in life he'd always seemed to want and work towards. About how you had nothing but utter admiration for him. But you couldn't, because that would mean overstepping your boundaries.

Maybe, just maybe you would say that at the end of the week, when you were scheduled to shuttle him back to the airport.

"That sounds .. bearable", you quipped before continuing on a more serious note, "is this your first time here then?"

"Yes and no, I think I was here one time with school, but that was ages ago. We went and saw a few places, as part of history class, but I didn't pay enough attention back then to remember details, if I'm honest."

He let out another one of his deep chuckles.

Delightful how he was elaborating on his answers instead of keeping them one or two-worded.

"Oh, that doesn't count then", you answered while putting the car in cruise control as you switched back onto the A113. Speed limit was at 120km/h and you intended to stay there this time.

"Yeah, I definitely need a refresher I think, maybe I'll have some time on my days off during the next weeks. What about you, are you from here?"

Why, need a tour guide, Mr Quinn?

Just now, the A/C brought a whiff of his scent around to you, which you hadn't really taken note of before when he had stood close enough while greeting you at the terminal. Sandalwood, bergamot, a slight note of lingering cigarette smoke.

Once again you shot him a little glance through the mirror, which is when you noticed that his manager had passed out with her head resting against the window.

Sleep deprived, aren't we all?

"Yes and no", you mirrored him, "I grew up the South, in an insignificantly small town somewhere between Stuttgart and Munich, if you happen to know where that is?"

Joseph nodded, still with a curious expression decorating his facial features.

A bit impressed at his geography knowledge, you continued.

"I was born in the West, my family's from there originally. But I've been living in Berlin for a solid five years now, so I do consider myself somewhat of a local."

"That sounds sweet. So you know all the good spots then, hm?"

"Oh, for sure", you replied quirking up an eyebrow and then paused when you took the exit onto the A10, just to ask him, "ever been on a German highway before?"

"Not that I can recall", his voice changed into one of a slightly worried tone and you had a feeling that he was raising an eyebrow at you, "um, why?"

"You're about to see, just let me know in case the speed is making you uncomfortable or anything, I can go slower."

You could tell from the expression on his face that he wasn't sure if he should laugh or be terrified about what you just said to him, but he ended up giving you the green light anyway.

You thanked him mentally for the trust he was instilling in you.

No speed limit for at least 12km, aka getting paid to play Formula 1 in real life. Unfortunately, morning traffic crossed your plans of mildly and humbly impressing him (and his still asleep manager), so the top speed for today stayed at a cozy 173km/h. And maybe it was a good thing, getting speedblocked by traffic and keeping you from exposing yourself as a douchey sucker for speeds above two hundred kilometers per hour.

"You must really enjoy driving", you heard him almost mumble, a smile playing on his plush pink lips, almost making the colour in them disappear as it grew wider. He looked as if something in his head just clicked into place and he had come to a realization.

"Oh, what gave me away?"

"I think it's the way you stay so calm and collected while switching lanes at light speed."

His conclusion made you snort a little, the way he said it with such British seriousness.

"It's actually my German genes, you know?", you quipped back at him, without taking your eyes off what was happening in front of you.

You figured Joe would be appreciative of that.

Throughout the whole rest of the thirty minute ride to Babelsberg, a part of the town of Potsdam, with Babelsberg itself being a prestigious area with all sorts of different film sets and a bunch of production companies located at, there was not a single second in which you felt uncomfortable. No awkward silence whatsoever. And you hadn't even have to be the one breaking the ice this time.

Because there wasn't any to break in the first place. It was almost like the two of you had met before.

However, you kept the topics of your conversation on a strict small talk level. Your own level of professionalism was nagging at your brain in the back of your head continuously. You shouldn't be engaging in sharing personal info. You weren't supposed to make and entertain any sort of deep(er) connection with clients.

They were just clients and you were just their designated driver.

So you kept the convo at a strictly friendly brief small talk level.

Eventually you reached the hotel your two passengers were going to be staying at for the time being, and after you had gotten their suitcases out of the trunk for them in the hotel entry way, you actually worked up the courage to ask Joseph for a picture.

You knew yourself well enough that if you didn't, you'd regret it for the rest of your time on earth. And surely this was a once in a time-on-earth encounter, right?

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Another few airport calls were awaiting you silently through single respective vibrations of your work phone.

The outlook on the rest of the day was making a rather dull impression on you, not surprising after the morning you just had.

Pick up a medium known German actress and transfer her to the set of a talk show. Some athlete needing to get to the olympic stadium for some training camp. Another journalist scheduled to attend a convention. Another random rich person able to afford private shuttle service asking you to drive them to some hotel in the center.

Your thoughts kept drifting to your (by far) favourite encounter of the day. Over and over and over again.

During your lonely lunch break on the parking lot of the airport's closest gas station, you couldn't stop yourself from grinning at your private phone screen, the few selfies Joseph had taken of the both of you being reproduced on the display and being swiped back and forth by your thumb.

He had swung an arm around your half a head smaller figure, pulled you surprisingly tight into his white button up covering his side, cap still forcing this light brown curls to stick to his forehead, the arm not surrounding you stretched out, holding your phone into the warm early summer air, spinning the both of you around to find the best angle and background with one of his silly little giggles filling your ears.

In one of the photos, a toothy smile spread across both of your faces; another was slightly blurred because his focus was lying on taking you in instead of bothering to hold the phone steady.

Yeah, just a client.

The rest of the shift went the utmost ordinary and usual way. Time flew, which you were thankful for, since the only thing you wanted to do at this point was go home, refresh yourself through showering your warmed up skin in cool water, and keep staring at those photos juuust a little more.

For what would be the last time today your work phone vibrated once more, and the reason appeared entirely clueless to you as you were already on your way home.

A direct message from your boss.

Hey y/n, special commission for you this coming week. You're going to be assigned to Mr Quinn exclusively for the entirety of his stay. He will need transfer between hotel and film set twice daily until his ADT on May 27. I know I can count on you. Cheers and enjoy the rest of your evening.

– Laurenz

The letters of the words became a blur in your periphery.

Oh dear lord.

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#oh god here we go #nora writes #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn fluff #oh boy #part one here we gooooo #night drive

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FIVE SONGS for your muse.

I have a semi-recent (seven) song list from another tagged meme thing here.

FIVE QUOTES for your muse.

((I don't have source material like movie or book quotes but I do have amazing writing partners (current or not ) that treat my muse like a canon and give me the most lovely written excerpts that could have been ripped right out of a book. If I searched more, I could have probably found more. But here are some of my favs. God bless you all.))

i. (See the lamb’s flush betide her face; a bruise of muffled wanting.) (Behind Hara’s ear, hidden in her crown, is a softness kin to lambswool. She would hide it — bury it under garb and seam.) — written by @nightmarefuele

ii. ( i hate how fuckin stubborn you are. it’s 5 am and i cant sleep and i’ll probably never send this but...) (...i think it’s because you’re scared. you’re fucking scared of someone knowing you so you go for the ones who just see you as a play thing and don’t want to know you and then you sit there with your fuck me eyes and act like none of us can see straight through your act. well i see you, hara ora, bright as fuckin day. you don’t fool me) — written by @drugstoreglitter

iii. She was the damn antithesis of everything that he was: gentle, soft, good, perfect—he ought to have some guilt for wanting her this way, for knowing he was taking something far too fucking virtuous for a being such a malicious son of a bitch. But he doesn’t care. That’s the problem. He wants her. Selfishly, without regret, and with absolute no remorse. It should be a blaring red alarm for her to be signaled to stay the hell away from him. Whether she’s naive, or hopeful, or misguided on who he is… he cannot bring himself to care. She accepts him. And for that, he would devour her. — written by @godstrayed

iv. "You’ve never been so lost, Hara. Have you? Ah, but you have. Only now you feel its full brunt, that it spreads over your mouth like the weeds — and in so suffocating, you turn to an inexplicable oppressor. To me. You’re not sure which I am: vulgar, or obscure. And that beguiles you. Revives you. You’ve been dead, ogled inside an old king’s birdcage, for so long…" — written by @nightmarefuele

v. ...because it’s the energy she gives off, isn’t it, that, fuck me on speed kawaii angelic something that makes her head go all fucking spun, and yeah maybe hara’s less pastel pink and neon orange, but her existence looks streaked in glitter and glory and temporary flings and love and the way that something quick and easy can leave you feeling as if you were choking on the aftereffects of it, oh - it’s a hell of a lot, isn’t it. — written by @redemptioninterlude

vi. Wants to feel his hands all over her ; wants to find salvation in the sweet flavour of her sugared lips . Would pull the wings off angels just to pull moans from the depths of her core . Almost forgot how pleasantly overwhelming it is to make love to her. — written by an old rp partner that's no longer around / blog gone.

vii. Hara was obsessed with the idea of closing doors, of protecting what little she had of herself, for herself. And that was all fine and charming when you were on the outside, clamouring for an idea, a taste, of just what made that magic woman come to life. But in the reality, it was mud and sticks and stones that bore her, and inside, she sensed a deep emptiness… the way that she pushed people away, and howled at the proverbial moon, all the messages that she’d ever need to know just how fucked up she was. — written by @redemptioninterlude

viii. One, two … four. He counts drops as they wet Hara’s skin. Shimmering, like honey. Five. Would they taste like the buttery warmth of her lotion? He might run his tongue along the lattice of her veins. Lace himself inside her salt and skin. — written by @nightmarefuele

tagged by: the ever talented @corruptedforce tagging: @nightmarefuele @redemptioninterlude @v1ctimplagued @ofdrivensnow @fawnworked @everyoneismytoy @cava1ier @cnlyluck @luckhissoul @bakerscars @triicksters @unwaivering + ANYONE AND EVERYONE THIS IS A GOOD GOOD ONE. <3

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello!! Thank you for this blog ive gotten so many amazing fics from here! I was wondering if you knew of any crowley fics where hes insecure about being a demon and is su!c!dal or does sh and aziraphale helps him through it? (If not thats fine since it is a dark topic) thanks again!

Hi. You might want to check out these two posts on our #tw suicide tag along with our #insecure crowley tag for more fics along these lines. Here are some more fics in which Crowley has low self-worth and self-harms. Mind the tags on all these, folks!...

O, Gather Up The Brokenness by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

In Crowley’s worldview, mistakes mean that he’s worthless, unlovable, and deserves abandonment. When he makes a tiny error on a report, he spirals into a breakdown. Can Aziraphale help him put the pieces back together?

Unlovable by litlgreenleaf (M)

"You're not me." It was like looking at himself through a jagged rip in the universe. His reflection’s mouth didn’t move, yet the voice rang clearly.

"Oh, but I'm a part of you."

Crowley is struggling, but he doesn’t have to struggle alone. A write this in your style for the lovely jencroo.

lost in thought by ineffable_bisexual (M)

Crowley has been very sad for a very long time. He reflects on some of his harder times and decides to talk to Aziraphale about them.

A Demonic Guide On How NOT To Cope by TheAnxious_Fem (T)

Crowley has been doing it for centuries. He tells himself that it helps him think. He tells himself that he deserves the pain. He never meant for Aziraphale to find out. He never meant for him to see him this way.

I'll See Your Heart and I'll Raise You Mine by ChiseHatori (T)

Crowley has been harboring a secret from the world since before Eden. Now that he and Aziraphale are together, it is only a matter of time before the angel finds out. A bout of illness leads to Aziraphale learning about a habit that Crowley has kept hidden for six millennia.

Or: Crowley has self-worth issues and Aziraphale lets him know that its okay to not be okay.

Sanctuary by Kimber135 (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale cool off at their ancient Corsican vacation home where truths and the wounds they have caused are revealed

Basically Crowley is significantly older and more justifiably fucked up than Aziraphale thought, the Bible is a PR stunt and God is a cunt

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #self-harm #insecure crowley #self esteem issues #mind the tags #mod d

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ruby-white-rabbit · 2 years

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Things that don't happen on Tumblr for new bloggers:

Monetization. If that's a thing, it's new/rare. Just because you get a lot of followers, doesn't mean you get paid for it. We're broke hoes here.

Virality. A post may get popular, but that again doesn't mean you will. I can name at least 5 well known posts of mine that people have seen SOMEWHERE. They keep getting stolen and I have been sitting at 7k followers for nearly a decade, which is how long I've used this site. They have collectively over a million notes and I have not received a single cent for any of that chaos.

People don't know you. Honestly I've been in discords and had people talk about my posts and they freak out when they realize "oh shit that's you???" My name is the same there as here. No one really pays attention to the URL unless it's funny. (Like one-time-i-dreamt- and even then it comes after the post and people have to check). They know your posts unless you did something fucked up like Old Dogs or Pizza.

Algorithms. Thank GOD you can actually curate your own experience and have things posted in order but to continue that you have to REBLOG/share from others. Liking is fine, but no one is gonna see it if it isn't shared. You don't even have to add a comment. If you do but don't want it on the post, you can put it in the tags. It's fine.

Also, sharing/liking things from AGES ago? Also fine! Posts get brought back all the time. "It's that time of year again!!" No one will judge if something from 5+ years ago is shared or liked.

There used to be cliques because the aesthetic/hipster blogs had their whole posting thing, and then there was the fandom blogs. There were the porn blogs (like legit porn not just bots), sport blogs, literally anything themed blogs because that's what people liked. They followed blogs they liked the content of and shared it. Some people, like me, don't HAVE a theme and post whatever they like. Or, have side blogs for other purposes like special interests or I like to Roleplay and use them for my characters.

If you want followers, you have to interact more than just liking. You have to share things, post things, so people can FIND you. And it sometimes takes time. You gotta curate your experience and people will do the same and find and follow you. And not everyone interacts. Again I have 7k followers, quite a few I consider friends, and I don't get asks. I don't get interaction that way but I see my friends in my likes and reblogs.

Tumblr is a whole other beast compared to tiktok or twitter and Instagram. And that's OKAY. ITS GOOD.

It Tumblr a broken trashfire of a site? Also yes but we love it because it's still OURS and not some megacompany using us for money. We can be weird here. We literally lost Yahoo MILLIONS of dollars and weird we remain. They bought us for 1 billion and sold us for 3 million. We don't play cooperate games here. So stop expecting the algorithms to curate to you. Be your own person and make your own experience.

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The Long Awaited Team Nathan Receipts

The majority of the repugnant behavior from When Calls The Heart fans that I’ve shown on this blog comes from the Hearties that are Team Lucas/Lucabeth fans. I’ve shown several images of people justifying this terrible behavior because “Team Nathan fans acted the same way” without ever showing proof.

Like this for example. Posted literally a few hours ago. That is until today when one Lucabeth Heartie finally delivered the receipts, showing the equally abhorrent behavior that Team Nathan fans showed years ago which will totally excuse everything Lucabeth fans have said this year and help us to truly understand where they’re coming from.

WCTH fan Fleu to the rescue. I’m sure these are going to be good.

…The hashtags are cringey as Hell and definitely something Team Lucas fans have appropriated, but this reads like more of a light-hearted joke. Come on Fleu. As the kids say “DO👏 BETTER👏”

Now we’re getting there. This reads a lot like the temper tantrums Lucabeth fans are throwing right now. Right down to the “Elizabeth has become horrible. The show’s really lost its values”. They even tagged one of the actors.

I’d really like to hear Team Lucas and Team Nathan fans explain why Elizabeth’s actions when she picked one man made her horrible, but when she picked the other man they made her good. What’s the difference? I know the answer just comes down to “the actor I think is hot is the righteous choice” but I’m curious what backwards logic they tell themselves to explain why they aren’t hypocrites.

…okay, yeah. Still cringey and still the same shit-flinging antics we’ve seen from Team Lucas fans, but I’m not seeing anyone downplay war crimes hours after they happen, then scream that they’re being bullied and “tone policed” or repeatedly go to the actor’s Instagram pages and call them slurs and tell them they’re going to Hell on every photo. Where are the Team Nathan fans harassing Erin and saying that she ruined their life? Where’s the Team Nathan fans saying that Erin’s “ugly” boyfriend “It” is the reason the show ended up the way it did?

It’s the same person talking about giving low scores to episodes on imdb. Don’t get me wrong, this looks incredibly stupid and petty and anyone caught doing this should be shamed, but surely more than one person did this.

Now we’re back on track. Angry Hearties really do sound like a broken record. At this point you can just make pre-written Rage!posts and let them fill in whatever name they want. Not an original thought or well-articulated argument to be seen.

Oh man, this one’s sad. I like how they gave themselves that stupid hands emoji. Truly a clever mind.

(You just know they didn’t come up with “Pucas” right away and had to rhyme it with every letter that came before “P”).

Well damn, there you go. That is indeed exactly how Team Lucas fans are currently acting. Can’t argue with that proof.

This is going to sound mean, but it’s true, so I don’t care. A lot of pissed off Hearties love calling the cast ugly whenever the show doesn’t go the way they want it to. I’ve seen a lot of photos of you people, especially when the Hearties Family Reunion happens. There is not one of you that should be calling anyone or anything ugly. If this was Sparta, you’d be thrown off the cliffs. Defective does not even begin to describe the genetics I’ve seen in some of you people. If you’re going to make asses of yourself online, some self-awareness would do you good.

Oh my God! The only thing dumber than caring about imdb ratings is obsessively messing with them because the woman on TV you project yourself onto didn’t pick the hot guy you will never have in real life.

So… yeah. Team Nathan fans have indeed embarrassed themselves online. But I’ve still yet to see it done to the level of what’s been shown on here.

But that’s not the point. “They acted like grotesque sub-humans, so it’s okay if I do it” isn’t the winning argument you think it is. If your children (and God help any children these fans might have spawned) behaved that way, I doubt you’d allow it. It’s embarrassing to see a child act this way, it’s 10x worse to see middle aged women do it. You people complain about the show “losing its values” every season, what does Jesus have to say about your behavior?

“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, Do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. Unless your favorite TV show makes a change you don’t like, then be as hateful and toxic as you want. Doubly so if other fans did the same thing years before.”

#when calls the heart #wcth #unhinged fans #fandom drama #hallmark #hearties #Team Nathan #Team Lucas

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gravitywonagain · 10 months

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“Nobody asked about my writing” meme

thank you for tagging me @amethyst-noir <3 you're wonderful

i'm not sure i did this right; i'm working on too many things at once...... so i picked a few :D

1: what are you currently working on?

umm... several things. if we're going to stick to the immediate and not look at my entire wip folder, currently i'm working on finishing wagbfm, an external porny wagbfm oneshot ch, and a fic with the working title "under streetlights" as my main fan projects.

but then also, because i hate myself or something, i have (oh god) two (2) original projects that i'm building. the first shares a universe (or at least a magic system) with a fanfic that i'm not allowed to touch until i finish wagbfm because it will be a similar undertaking in length and world building, and it has the working title "desert mirage". the second doesn't quite have a plot yet, but i've been spending a not insignificant amount of effort developing the magic system for it from scratch (must be masochism), and its working title is "rebel yell".

2: summarize your current project

which one? okay, i'll do the fics here and the original ones next.

wagbfm (taken directly from ao3): Wei Wuxian died and Yiling Laozu rose in his place. He has avoided the Triad societies he grew up around, maintaining his anonymity and forging a new cultivation path. Now, thirteen years later, Hanguang-jun walks into Demon-Subdue Hall and requests Yiling Laozu's services for GusuLan Triad. Something is stirring in the world. Something that necessitates his return to a life and to people he’s long since mourned as lost to him.

"under streetlights" (significantly less polished): 13 years after the car accident that took Wei Ying's life, Lan Zhan has fled the memories and grief that haunt him in San Francisco, only to find himself making a strangely compelling connection on Grindr in Florida.

3: summarize your current project poorly

"desert mirage": Girl magically decapitates herself only to find out that it's not even her own head.

"rebel yell": In the world of genetic magic users, the one-armed whistler with perfect pitch is king.

4: describe your favorite character or characters

i think almost every character from mdzs could fill this list. plus several from my many other fandoms (looking at you, asami sato). but this seems aimed at ocs or other characters i haven't already spent time dissecting on this blog so...

meet calliope burns: she has two love interests, one arm, and zero fucks left. her default mode is research spiral. her glasses are always dirty. and she once threw her cheap-as-they-come prosthetic arm across a room because her roommate would not stop punning at her.

(also, worry not, i don't do love triangles unless the triangle gets closed... with polyamory, in case that wasn't clear.)

5: post a line from your current project without any context

“You’re dead,” says Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying feels glass splintering around his temple.

6: how do you get through writers block?

patience? or, more accurately, distraction. i have no cure for it. i mostly just wait it out by doing other things. sometimes that becomes very difficult and aggravating, but i have not yet found another solution. sometimes making playlists helps?

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work?

hell no. i do not write fun places to live; i write interesting places to live. and as we have all discovered by now, interesting is exhausting.

8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline

um... sporadic? it tends to start as a vague idea in a note on my phone. then when i've added enough to that note, it gets a onenote. on the onenote i collect a lot of larger character and world building things, in addition to figuring out the plot. the plot gets a bullet list with an associated timeline. then when the prose starts, it gets a google doc. from there the prose and the bullet list inform each other back and forth until i get something coherent out of them both. which is to say, mostly it's pretty freeform.

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

wagbfm: a darker chinese version of Romeo + Juliet (1996, dir. Baz Luhrmann)

"under streetlights": cigarette smoke and that fever dream feeling that accompanies yellowed, peeling motel wallpaper, but in, like, pretty sunset colors

"desert mirage": american southwest cow skull art

"rebel yell": 1980's punk scene meets 1950's technology meets 1910’s human rights violations and eugenics… plus magic!

10: what song sums up your current work the best?

wagbfm: the title is based on a lyric from "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes, but i think the song that gets at the heart of it might actually be "Freak" by Sub Urban

"under streetlights": the fic is inspired by "3 Nights" by Dominic Fike, but the song that it most resembles is actually "Hurting on Purpose" by Whethan

"desert mirage": "Black Magic" by Magic Wands but also "Corazón Espinado (feat. Maná)" by Santana... it's complicated

"rebel yell": "It's a good day (to fight the system)" by Shungudzo though the working title is obviously taken from "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol

Tagging: @dovebeast, @epistemologys, @jasontoddiefor, @eldritchjackalope, @iamwestiec if you feel like it, and really anyone who wants to play!

#i got tagged!#hehe this was fun

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burninlovebutler · 1 year

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I posted 1,801 times in 2022

That's 1,801 more posts than 2021!

441 posts created (24%)

1,360 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@karamelcoveredolicity

@troubleinapinksuit

@bisexualwvtson

@loving-elvis

@lindszeppelin

I tagged 1,395 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#austin butler - 397 posts

#elvis - 317 posts

#elvis presley - 217 posts

#austin butler elvis - 201 posts

#elvis movie - 179 posts

#elvis 2022 - 120 posts

#austin butler fanfic - 94 posts

#elvis baz luhrmann - 93 posts

#austin!elvis - 75 posts

#mel’s asks - 73 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#as someone who’s in social media marketing it’s actually hilarious that tumblr is my favorite platform lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

happy veteran’s day mr. presley 🫡

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the hand thing

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the fact that austin has previously talked about how some of elvis’ mannerisms were inherently sexual makes me believe that this motion was no accident and that he was in fact ….. thinking about it sexually

(gif cred: my resident tormentor @karamelcoveredolicity )

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Just an Intern

pairing: austin x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST, moody arrogant asshole!austin, dom!austin, slow burn ofc (lots of back&forth, sorry), teasing/tension, fingering, bondage, degradation (+ names), unprotected p in v, cream pie, short time skips, inaccurate depictions of a movie set lol, 18+, minors dni

word count: 9.9k😅

summary: you’ve somehow landed an apprentice position to a famous hollywood makeup artist on set of The Bikeriders - you arrive late to work one day to find your mentor is nowhere to be found, you’re left on your own. If it can’t get any worse, a new actor on set soon becomes your worst enemy

disclaimer: this my FIRST attempt at a reader fic (unlike my ongoing main fic Forever Winter which is 1st person) so be nice pls! IM V NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS BC ITS SOMEHOW MORE NERVE RACKING THAN MY 23+ CHP LONG SERIES LOL IDK IDK BE NICE THNX

You winced when you hear the wheels of your 10 year old beat up Voltzwagon Bug screech over gravel. It was only your 3rd week on set as the head makeup artist’s apprentice. You’d really only gotten this (rather low) paying gig through a family member who works in the industry. That all being said, you were running about 20 minutes late since you had gotten lost yet again.

With a hasty grab of your plastic makeup kit, you ran to the trailers ready to apologize profusely to Carol who already seemed to hate you. Much to your surprise you sped into an empty trailer.

“Fuck,” You muttered and peak your head out attempting to spot any sign of your boss.

A man from prop team passed the door, he was about your age and you’d become cordial – not friendly, but cordial.

“Hey!” You projected your whisper to catch him. He tugged his headset visibly irritated and gave you an eyebrow that said, ‘get on with it’.

“Do you know where Carol is?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her. I think someone say she’s sick, probably Covid or something.” He replied casually with a shrug.

“What! What am I supposed to do!” Still whisper yelling even though he was speaking at normal volume.

He shrugged, “Guess you’re on your own.”

“Fuck.” Pushing a stray hair from your now sweating forehead.

He gave a grin that normally came with a warning, “Good luck, we got one of the main guys on set today.”

“What? Who?” God as if this couldn’t get any worse.

“You’ll see, we’re mainly shooting him today. So, you’ll be out there, lots of fighting scenes.” And with that he paced quickly away to wherever he was rushing to in the first place.

“Oh god.” You flipped to be flush against the side of the opening as if it would hide you.

In the little time on set of ‘Bikeriders’, you’d already been able to identify who to avoid and who was safe. Between the actors and the crew there were such a mix of personalities. The actors were especially hard since you could never tell what was their character and what wasn’t.

You and Carol had spent most of the time with Tom Hardy, who looked scary but was actually a big teddy bear. He had even come up with some nicknames for you, mainly ‘puppy’ or ‘shadow’. Since you followed Carol around like a lost puppy and basically became her perpetual shadow. Both were a little odd, especially ‘puppy’, but whatever it was better than most other things you’d been called.

An abrupt knock at the metal door ripped you from your panicked thoughts, a lanky shaggy haired blonde bolstered through the trailer and plopped himself in front of the large lit mirror. He was already in costume, leather jacket, dirty jeans, boots. The whirlwind of the day had rendered you paralyzed against the wall which you had forgotten reflected directly into the mirror.

“Well, are ya gonna get started or what?” A deep raspy voice came from the man, not even turning to look at you, just at the reflection.

“Oh-Oh yeah, sorry.” Immediately peeling from the wall and fumbling to set up your small kit on the vanity.

Just the air of his presence told you that he would be one to avoid.

You began plucking through various bottles of fake blood and latex, before realizing just how unprepared you were to do this alone. The feeling of his eyes boring into you only made the anxiety worse.

“Do you know what scene we’re doing?” He asked condescendingly, obviously picking up on your nervousness.

With a giant bottle of thick red liquid in hand, you turned to him wide eyed, “I – um, well, I-“

“You gonna spit it out or what?” Snapping his fingers before you were even able to form a coherent sentence.

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My #1 post of 2022

my bf/friends: don’t come here with that elvis shit

me comin’ with that elvis shit:

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#🥺🥺🥺🥺#this is making me MUSHY I HATE IT #i don’t actually hate the people i love #there’s so much love here #i’m actually emotional #the fact that my fic was 2nd????? omg #i love u all so much #tumblr2022 #your tumblr year in review #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review

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navs-bhat · 1 year

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I posted 2,735 times in 2022

That's 1,090 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (0%)

2,729 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@robiinbuckley

@foreverindreamlandd

@darling-i-read-it

@itstheghostofmypast

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

#marvel - 7 posts

#bucky x reader - 5 posts

#sebastian stan - 5 posts

#mcu - 5 posts

#bucky - 4 posts

#bucky barnes - 4 posts

#marvel fic - 3 posts

#bridgerton - 3 posts

#anthony bridgerton x reader - 3 posts

#anthony bridgerton - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 95 characters

#no offense but literally hes just a man hes not a hero hes just a man who had to sing this song

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Okay so I was reading this enemies to lovers bucky barnes one shot and well my phone switched off and I've lost it

So basically it goes like Tony and Steve send the reader and bucky for some time to Tony's winter cabin and well there's not enough food there and one bed and the couch dissapears and the rules are they can't say no

So bucky makes the reader call the pizza place but the reader tells him they'll only do it if he excepts that the last mission was his fault and then since he says that won't ever happen

The reader tells him to call the pizza place

"I want a cheezy pizza with extra cheese"

"Shut up"

Help me find it ahhh

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Student Of The Year Rewatch Thoughts? Idk reallly know what this is yet lmao

I hope this reaches my target audience

Firstly, it's been too long since I've rewatched this I used to watch it whenever it came on tv and I'd find it while surfing

Secondly, I still enjoy this movie I think lmao

Let's see

-okay so to start with the kukkad song

-I never realised that the lyric says " ainu vekhe de munde to kehnde Oh My God" I always thought it was kudiye both times

-kinda gay tbh jk jk

-Abhi is in the wrong tbh like this guy is parking a bike in a car park and then is like who said this is an entitled rich boy's parking LIKE WHY ITS A CAR PARK NOT A BIKE PARK

I STILL DONT KNOW HOW I HADN'T REALISED IT TILL NOW

-then he goes and ruins a beautiful Ferrari😭

-one big question I have is how can Abhi even have thee audacity to get into physical fights with rich boy on what seems to be his first day

-this man is here on a scholarship he can't afford to do all this on his first day bro

-I always loved Siddharth Malhotra more than Varun Dhawan while there were many dying over varun

-I remember the whole thing was just as big as Team Edward or Team Jacob here okay

-Rohan is too mean too Jeet

-ALSO why was even Shanaya still with Rohan like according to her first few lines he definately has a habit of flirting with other girls while he calls her his girlfriend LIKE GIRL YOU COULD DO BETTER

-Rohan's dad and brother are too mean yikes

-no wonder rohan hates his dad the way he does

-why is the dean so weirdly gay its too funny but at the same time CRINGE

-it's sad to see Rishi Kapoor now :(

-all the parents are so weird

-THE WHOLE CONVO ABOUT PUSHUP BRA AND FLIRTY DMS BETWEEN TANYA AND HER MOTHER DBCBFUFBGUEFGHFOIUHKEFJBSJK

-SHE SUGGESTS SURGERY?????!?!?!?!?

-Sumo is so sweet actually

-Dean massaging the coach 😭😭😭

-DID BOMAN IRANI JUST SPANK RISHI KAPOOR IN THE FLASHBACK SCENE WHAT IS HAPPENINGCJNUDKBKJ

-hes so gay its gay

-BIG FAT INDIAN WEDDING

-TOO BIG FAT MAN

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I lost this fic I was reading

Help

It was basically an Anthony Bridgerton x reader and the first half was just reader chatting with Colin Benedict and Eloise where Colin pulls the readers leg about being unmarried and the reader snips back and takes Eloise's hand

Uh she has a gossipy mother

The reader and Anthony share this passionate look and the reader goes to the lemonade stand to look around and spot Anthony but she doesn't find him instead this other guy I forgot his name shows up and starts talking to her she decides to ask him about his trip to Italy to keep him talking while she ignores him

Eventually Anthony takes her away from tha guy and they are in the garden and he's jealous and she teases him by asking him why he hasn't kissed her yet

AND THATS ALL I READ BEFORE TUMBLR RANDOMLY REFRESHED

SO HELP

40 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay so I went to the page cause someone said they missed the book sucking scene and others said thank god its not there

Bur anyway the whole kate having a horseback accident reminds me of this one x reader fanfiction I read here

It was the same basic plot but the reader and Anthony were married and she was going to look for Anthony himself

I'm assuming it was inspired by the books but I love this

60 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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wingsy-keeper-of-songs · 1 year

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Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

Lovingly borrowed from a great Mass Effect blog @whiskynorocks ya'll should go follow them they're rad as hell and have excellent taste

Been a fan since: I'd heard great things about the series since 3 came out but I never had the opportunity to play it until this year. I can safely say I'm pretty hooked.

Favorite game of the series: 2, without a doubt. There are things I loved about 1 and 3 but 2 stood out to me especially with the writing and how I developed my relationships with my crew. I wasn't thrilled about joining forces with Space Terrorists, but at least I was able to walk away from TIM at the end of it.

MaleShep or FemShep? FemShep, hands down. I do have a BroShep save, but he's not as...invested as FemShep is.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer? Colonist or Earthborn for FemShep, Earthborn or Spacer for BroShep

Paragon or Renegade? Heavy on the Paragade. I usually try to go mostly Paragon, but there are some motherfuckers that need slapping

Biotics or Tech? I like Tech but I go Biotics more often than not

Favorite class: Oh Vanguard full stop. Give me a shotgun and biotic charge and I'm up on the front lines gunning down assholes like I was born for it

Favorite companion: Garrus, but also Tali, Wrex, Legion, Kasumi, Zaeed, Vega, and Liara when she didn't sell my body to terrorists

Least favorite companion: Miranda (strictly just due to ability, tbh), Ashley (I saved her a few times, I get that she has a lot of emotional baggage and the way that the Alliance treats her is extremely wrong, but I just can't like her ya'll. I'm sorry. I've tried.)

My squad selection: Who wants to third wheel with me and the Space Kitty? In all seriousness, it's usually Shep, Garrus, and Tali in 1 unless I switch Tali for Kaiden a few times. Or Wrex if I need more fire power lol. In 2, soon as I get Garrus, I tend to keep him around for everything save Tali's trial since I like to bring Legion to that just to be a troll. Mostly, it's just me and the Dream Team. Vega third wheeled a lot in 3, though lol

Favorite in-game romance: Shakarian for the long haul, baby. But Talibrations is also extremely adorable too. My BroShep is hella bi so he's romancing Kaiden after losing Ash in Virmire and he's Damaged™ so maybe Kaiden can fix him

Other pairings I like: Tali/Reeger (that dude was so in love with her it's amazing), EDI/Joker, Wrex/Bakura, Nyreen/Aria, Cortez/Vega

Favorite NPC: Anderson, Councilor Sparatus because he's a dick but he comes through for you in the end, Saren, Nihlus for the five seconds you get to know him, Kirrahe, Nyreen Kandros, Primarch Victus, Aria (she's very hot), the bartender in the Asari bar, Biotic God Volus, Padok Wikks

Favorite antagonist: SOVEREIGN. Hands down, he is the most terrifying thing you encounter in the games. He's just so other, so alien, and so...mechanical. His lines are delivered with this matter-of-fact contempt that is so perfect for a sentient machine. He has no motive other than he just Is. And I love that. Harbinger never shut up, but Sovereign knew when to start and end a conversation. He said his piece and he said nothing more. And that is exactly how you introduce an Eldritch Being.

Favorite mission: Noveria. I loved meeting Lorik, and how the whole thing spirals down from dirty business deals to all out creep-fest when you encounter the Rachni. And the Rachni Queen's voice acting was stellar. She was just sympathetic enough to warrant pause from outright killing her and terrifying enough to consider it.

Favorite loyalty mission: Its a tie in between Garrus and Kasumi. Garrus for how it ties into his relationship with Shepard and just how their death truly affected him and how it reflects on his character (I have only allowed him to shoot Sidonis once, and it was not a good feeling). And Kasumi because dressing Shepard up is always a good time and Kasumi is a sassy, classy lady who lost someone dear to her and giving her that closure she needs makes me happy for her. She deserves pretty things. She's also cute as hell.

Favorite DLC: Either Citadel, Omega (for Nyreen), or Overlord because David's story made me cry. I'm also autistic and the story was handled very well with Shepard being so furiously angry that the Paragon Interrupt was to pistol whip Gavin was very cathartic for me.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy? 100% Destroy. I do not and will not trust the Walmart-brand Alexa that is the Catalyst. That little asshole is dying with the rest of those genocidal machines.

Favorite weapon: The Talon Heavy Pistol. Baby can pack a punch.

Favorite place: I actually really love the beauty of the Ardat Yakshi monastery. I hate that the Reapers destroy it and turn it into someplace so nightmarish but it really was such a beautiful building and felt really peaceful beforehand.

A quote I like: "You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it."

#mass effect tril #Tag game I guess

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spacetravels · 1 year

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OHNYHODOHMYGOD

Its YOU!!! I FOUND YOUR BLOG AGAIN!!!!! IM SO AAAAHHHH

DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN A FAN OF YOUR ILITW ART;;;;!!!!!???? NO WAY

Im gonna pass out

I loved your Noah×MC art so much back then!!!!! I used to stare at them for hours HAHSHAHSHHA

your artstyle is very unique and easy to recognize i immediately remembered it!!

I feel like I found a long lost friend all over again oh my god I was the hugest ILITW nerd ever. I never really gave up my love for it, now I was looking through the ILW tag I learned about it a few days ago, I bingeread it

Wow. Just want to say, thank you. You made my days back then (tbh i was quite alone on my noah×mc ship too i felt so happy y'know!!)

You have a webtoon too now? Ill check it out for sure, I am still a big fan of your joyful artstyle (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Thank you again!!! Im fanboying all over rn ignore my exciment

UWAEUHH sorry i’ve been staring at this for a while unsure how to reply cause this made me super emotional too 🥺💓

i’m just really honored you remember me and have liked my art for so long !!! noahxmc has always held a special place in my heart & being able to connect with other shippers by just. sharing my drawings of them. has meant so much LOL i love our shared love of them they’re the otp of all time (&& YESSS i’m glad you found out abt ilw!! such a fantastic project and gives us all the food auhhh 😭)

this was rly so sweet and i’m rly happy my art left such an impact ;_; i never thought i’d have any sort of legacy in fandoms JFKSBFBD but thank you so much for enjoying my silly arts and finding me again 😭 and also for wanting to read my comic i’m djksjdnd… and awahhh smth about being able to recognize my work makes me really happy ahhh 🥺💖 thank u thank u no amount of thanks can express how happy this made me www

#amanda answers #I RLY AM GONNA CRY WWWW THANK U…..

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varicrux · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name: hoops.

preference of communication: discord is the easiest way to keep contact with me ( even though im sort of the worst at remembering to message back ) , tumblr ims is okay but i switch between this blog and my multi a lot on mobile and im on mobile often so sometimes ims get lost or unanswered if i dont see them ):

pronouns: he / they

name of muse: i have many

rp experience / how long: ive been rping in general since about 2008 , but ive been rping on tumblr since about end of 2012

best experience: uhhhh probably during my time rping in the ygo fandom , before all of the absolute bullshit LMAO i had a lot of friends there and one whos now a best friend

rp pet peeves / deal breakers: this has yet to happen to me but oh my god do not rush me for replies i am literally so busy a lot of the time or im focusing on other hobbies if im not writing. uh i expect the same amount of work and enthusiasm i put into a ship from my partner bc its no fun if ur excited about exploring a ship and ur partner couldnt care less or treats you like part of a collection oof. this also goes for plotting and general ooc chatting like i dont wanna carry the whole convo by myself!

plots or memes: memes are definitely the easiest route to go in terms of getting interactions going, but i love plotting and am always up for talking about scenarios and dynamics!

fluff, angst, or smut: yes to all yes to all

long or short replies: either or , depends on whats going on

best time to write: at night for my work days and whenever on my off days

are you like your muse: depends on the muse but probably

/ tagged ( im a thief ) tagging ( u thief too )

#reposted from my bkg blog hehe #❝ ☆ » a raptor with a case of four loko • ooc.

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bakgos · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name: hoops.

pronouns: he / they

name of muse: katsuki bakugo

rp experience / how long: ive been rping in general since about 2008 , but ive been rping on tumblr since about end of 2012

best experience: uhhhh probably during my time rping in the ygo fandom , before all of the absolute bullshit LMAO i had a lot of friends there and one whos now a best friend

plots or memes: memes are definitely the easiest route to go in terms of getting interactions going, but i love plotting and am always up for talking about scenarios and dynamics!

fluff, angst, or smut: yes to all but no smut on this blog

long or short replies: either or , depends on whats going on

best time to write: at night for my work days and whenever on my off days

are you like your muse: in a lot of ways yeah but katsukis more like. younger , traumatized , unable to find proper coping methods but wanting to love and be loved secretly version of me LMAAO

/ tagged ( im a thief ) tagging ( u thief too )

#hehe fun #☠️ 💥 ❛ NUMBER 1 KATSUKI BAKUGOU APOLOGIST / OOC!

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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the batfam + food

because i don’t have the time or the energy to actually write, but i do have the inspiration, so here we go

damian: can cook pretty well but only if it’s in a recipe. if you set him loose in a kitchen he’ll be lost, but give him instructions and he’ll make a meal that’s pretty decent. he’s got some old recipes that martha wrote that he likes making with alfred there to guide him. he also has a couple of recipes that talia gave him, ones that the cook in the loa base where he grew up made. “of course i can make cahā tf you talking about” and then is horrified to discover he actually can’t because the cook always made it and he never bothered to learn but now he can’t drink cahā the way he likes and it’s a tragedy.

tim: “come on guys please frozen hot pockets with marshmallow fluff, gummy bears, and hot sauce on top is good just try it!” he puts skittles in pancake batter and he puts cool whip in canned chicken noodle soup and he eats pineapple pizza only when there’s tartar sauce on it. the rest of the family are completely sure his sense of taste is destroyed beyond saving. the funny thing is, he grew up eating nice and proper foods his nanny would make him when his parents were away, and those simple meals were what he learned to cook too. he also ate those bland, tasteless little meals at whatever function or party he was dragged to. he used to be very upper class white american. but now, his palette is possibly the most disgusting thing to ever exist and that is entirely because of one Bart Allen.

cass: slices open a guava, sprinkles some salt and paprika on top, then monchity cronches. she likes fresh fruits and veggies, partly because there’s no preparation required, partly because fresh and organic foods weren’t a luxury she was afforded and she loves it now. she prefers snacking in little periods all throughout the day rather than having three big meals. and by “snacking” i mean celery with ranch, or popping grapes in her mouth, or sometimes even goat cheese. so it’s either farm fresh produce or the greasiest, most disgusting fast food meal to ever exist, there’s no in between.

jason: brings tears of joy and pride to alfred’s eyes. he just knows his way around a kitchen. his spinach-ricotta-chicken lasagna is a thing of beauty. his muffins will make bruce behave like an actual dad for an afternoon. he knows how to make do with the ingredients he has, and create something incredible out of them. cooking with alfred had been the thing that really convinced him he was a part of the family back when he was robin, and it’s the thing that brings him back when he’s red hood. its,,,,,relaxing in a sense. he’s not real good at art like damian or photography like tim. he’s honestly a little uncomfortable in his body and not at all graceful like cass, doesn’t know how to even begin turning movement and dance into a work of art like dick. but it feels nice to create something rather than destroy. so, cooking it is.

dick: health nut. no. shut up. he’s an aerialist and an acrobat, he knows damn well how important it is to monitor what goes in your body. also, he grew up in a traveling circus. get your lucky charms and cereal addiction out of here. no way in hell. dick thinks homemade poke bowls with chicken and brown rice are a good lunch. (actually that really does sound like a good lunch and i’m hungry rn). avocados all. the. time. because he tried them that one time the circ toured ecuador and never grew out of them. he made sure to learn simple but good recipes, and uses them often, like marinating some shrimp in mediterranean spices for half an hour and frying them on a cast-iron skillet, and eating them with rice. or smoothies with whatever fruit’s in season, greek yogurt, and oats. i am literally describing my diet oh my god.

bruce: a disgrace. a Fool. you can drop him in the middle of nowhere and he’ll be able to survive by eating the bare essentials, but dear god if he didn’t have alfred it would’ve been takeout every day and every night for the rest of his life. he can’t even follow instructions on a ramen noodle cup. he can’t cook because he never had to, he never had to learn, and he doesn’t really plan on learning anytime in the near future.

alfred: he is god. he is the god of the kitchen. he knows so many recipes, and if he doesn’t, it takes him one try to learn. he is the deity except when it comes to pies. i mean, his pies would win baking contests under normal conditions. but pies are the one thing that martha kent can make better than him, and it infuriates alfred to no end.

this actually got long so i’m tagging the babes: @woahjaybird @birdy-bat-writes @anothertimdrakestan @subtleappreciation @screennamealreadyused @pricetagofficial @catxsnow @dangerduckjpeg @bikoncon @maplumebleue-blog-blog

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cherrykamado · 3 years

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SWEET LIKE HONEY — PROLOGUE.

☆ pairing: yandere kamado tanjiro x reader.

☆ blurb: It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you.

☆ warnings (general): yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships. All characters are aged up to +18.

☆ warnings (as for prologue): none.

☆ notice: minors / ageless blogs do not react or interact. Age in bio or you'll be blocked.

☆ comments: Here's the very first piece of "sweet like honey." i've always wanted to write something yandereish, and also wanted to write a series. I've been plotting the idea for almost two weeks, and now I feel confident enough to start writing it. I'm so excited! Hope you are too.♥

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☆ networks: @planetoshun 🪐

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎. Mizunoto aspirant. Kind like few, heart like no other.

He is light. Like the sun, he spreads light wherever he goes. It’s the sweetness of those burgundy eyes that hold the utmost pure intentions, and anyone who could look into the depths of his soul, would shed tears.

Kamado Tanjiro: the man who lost it all, yet he’s also the man who sees good in evil: It’s more than meets the eye. The man who mourns the death of those who have sinned; the one who forgives. The man who uses love as a motivation. The man who gives it all to protect others, not expect anything in return.

Kamado Tanjiro: pureness in the flesh.

His first steps as a demon slayer take us to the day of the Final Selection. After having trained in the most severe, extreme conditions, he’s ready. Each step takes him closer to the place. His heartbeat races as he goes up the stairs, it’s imminent. But the determination of turning his beloved little sister back into a human transforms all of this anxiousness into determination.

Wisteria flowers adorn the way, and make it seem magical. Its scent feels like protection, giving away a sensation of safety and calmness. No demons can harm you as long as they’re near.

Tanjiro wishes he could appreciate it for a while longer, but he has yet a way to go.

He picks up his pace, and it is right when he sets foot in the place where every single of the demon slayers aspirants are gathered, that a strong, uncommon scent invades his nostrils. The uniqueness of it makes him come to an inevitable stop, burgundy eyes wide open as he tries to make out what it is.

It is someone — that’s for sure. But who? Who is it? Whose smell is this? Whom does it belong to? Tanjiro can’t put a picture to this smell, yet he finds himself trying to drink in more of it. His eyes flicker from side to side, as he tries to follow his acute sense of smell that is taking the best of his curiosity.

It is the intoxicating sweetness of the smell, so sugary, yet smells fruity. Like the perfect combination, Tanjiro breathes in the scent as whoever tastes the most yummy food in their lives, and it tastes so good that one cannot eat just one bite.

The scent forms a trail, and that trail takes him to a young woman, who’s standing by her own in one of the corners. Hair so smooth that the wind invites it to dance to the rhythm of a gentle breeze. White gear contrasts the color of the silky hair of the young woman, whose katana rests against her left hip.

Yet the best part comes when he is able to catch a glimpse of her face and, dear god, was he going to lose it. Never in his life had he ever met with such a gorgeous, goddess-like face, with those orbs which shone with the moonlight. Despite the pale, cold illumination, they seemed, felt warm. Like honey in the summer, those eyes of hers bring him calm and irradiate sweetness. And those lips, oh, he wished they would give him a smile.

Curious eyes then reciprocate his gaze, which was intended to be discreet. It is not until that very moment that Tanjiro realizes that he was actually staring. Heat taking over his cheeks, the fluster becomes too much that he inevitably looks away. From the corner of his eyes, though, he watches as the young woman turns her attention back to its original place, drawn by the imminent beginning of the event that brought him there in the first place.

Such a shame, he wanted to keep on looking at them.

“We are pleased to give start to the Final Selection,” Two, twin little girls speak at the same time, drawing Tanjiro’s attention.

He makes sure to take note of each word but, even if he nods in understanding, his gaze seems to keep on flickering back and forth to the mysterious woman whose smell he found strangely addictive.

Dismissal then came, and Tanjiro knew what he was supposed to do. Paying a last glance to the ground, he wondered whether —and longed— he would be able to feel that scent again.

Who could that lady possibly be?

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