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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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I love you in every universe (Playable AU)

(Diluc x Playable Reader)

note 1 !! unorganized brainrot + short fic for my SAGAU(?) playable reader AU... a star crossed lovers concept.

note 2 !! I am the Player 😌 SLEEP DEPRIVED WORK PLS IM WRITING WHILE HALF DEAD

synopsis !! in which you're a playable character and you fall for another world's Diluc as your Player co-ops with a Diluc-main.

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Imagine being in love with Diluc for as long as you can remember. Unfortunately for you, your Player doesn't have – or seem to want – Diluc at all.

It's not that you're that desperate to have him on the team, your usual company of four was enough! But can you really blame yourself for wanting to travel the entirety of Teyvat, uncovering mysteries and facing dangers with him? You can't help it if he's the first person you think of on a cold night! An adventure would've been a great reason to get closer to him, form a bond, fall in love– at the very least, you just want to spent time with him.

Regardless, you've given up on ever adventuring with Diluc. It's not a guarantee that you'd always stay on the team, nor are you hopeful to be on the same party as him with all the different team comps and characters showing up.

So imagine your surprise when you find yourself face to face with Diluc one day.

[Hira is trying to enter your world.]

You notice a label next to your name.

P1 Y/N , it says. Klee, who was excitedly looking at the fish of Watatsumi's streams, tilts her head in wonder as your two other companions glitch away, only to be replaced by a different pair.

"It's the grumpy adult!" Klee squeaks, half in excitement and half in shock, "And big sister Barbara!"

"Hello Klee!" Barbara waves at the little girl. Diluc raises an eyebrow, slightly confused by the nickname before coughing into his hand. He faces you with a neutral expression. Your breath hitches in your throat.

""Hi, you must be Player 1 (Y/N) and Klee. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Diluc in Watatsumi Island looked a little out of place, a complete change from the usual Tavern and Winery you usually see him in, yet there he was – bright red hair and dark garbs contrasting the pastel backdrop.

"Ah y-yes! And you must be Player 2 Diluc and Barbara. It's nice to meet you as well." You offer your hand out to shake his, a firm grip that's warm and steady. Up close, he looks everything like the Diluc you knew from your world. The one you could only watch from afar or chat with as your bartender.

'That's because he is Diluc, you idiot' you berate.

"Hello! We look forward to working with you two," Barbara chirps next to Diluc, a wide smile on her face, "Oh especially you! Our Player doesn't actually have a (Y/N) yet, so we've never got to see what you could do."

Ah, pressure. The pressure to impress your crush.

You laugh nervously, trying to brush it off that you're simply a sub-DPS. Maybe even a support, with your Player not fully building you to your potential yet.

"It's alright, we don't need to exert ourselves too much. It seems like we're only doing commissions today anyway so. . ." Diluc offers you a small smile. The type he'd usually give in galas for the sake of being courteous, "I look forward to working with you."

What you all initially thought was a chance meeting turned into many more meetings. Your Player was religiously doing their commissions with this same person, making you meet Diluc (along with other members of his team) a lot more than you thought.

And with that came your dream of adventuring with him. From going deep into the Chasm and solving puzzles in Enkanomiya, to simple daily tasks like delivering food, your silly crush started to develop into something more legitimate.

And after nights of enjoying each others company, star-gazing, fighting bosses, and going on death-defying adventures— he falls for you.

Another world's Diluc Ragnvindr falls in love with you all the while you're desperately seeking to be something more with your own world's Diluc.

Neither of you wanted to admit to your feelings at first, there's always a sort of taboo in interacting with someone outside your world. To the Playables to Teyvat, it's an unspoken rule to keep a professional, almost business-like relationship with outworlders. After all, who needs a "replica" when you have your own "original" in your world?

Except, you can't exactly find comfort in that when your Diluc barely sees anything more than an acquaintance in you.

Imagine spending days, weeks with 2P Diluc. He's charming, lovable, treats you oh-so-preciously. He tells you about his hopes, his father, his troubles, and you tell him about yours.

He kisses you under starry nights, wraps one arm around you and gazes into your eyes before waiting for the co-op to end for the day.

When it does, you head back to Mondstadt, to the taverns, to the bar, and to see your Diluc nod at you in acknowledgment as you take your seat.

In a way, it's almost heartbreaking. Perhaps if he were given the same opportunity to travel with you, perhaps if you confessed now or hinted at it, he would be more aware of you?

But the thought of telling him "You'll love me if you just give me a chance" reeks of desperation.

"You know. . . The Player has been co-oping Klee and I with a Diluc-main lately." You casually say, tipping your drink of choice side to side as you lean over the bar.

"Oh? How was it?" Diluc preps at the espresso machine, his back turned away from you.

"Well, you certainly suit a DPS role. And commissions get done far faster than usual," only because you and Diluc wanted to spend more time traveling and doing story quests, but you don't need to mention that.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear my. . . ahem, counterpart has been helpful." He turns to you, sliding you a glass of water. You bite your lip nervously.

"We get along well, you know?" You start, eyes looking down on the bar top, "2P Diluc, I mean. I've learned a little bit more about you through him." Like how your hair's a bird's nest every morning, or your soft spot for children and fat dogs.

Diluc seems to nod at you thoughtfully, "Is that so. . . well, I suppose adventures do form that kind of bond." He chuckles, "That's nice to know."

"It would be great if we could adventure as well," You laugh into your hand, looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow, a small smile on his face as he shakes his head no.

"One Diluc is enough. I don't think I'm needed as a Playable, but do enjoy your travels."

Ah. Shot missed.

note 3 !! plot twist is DPS Barbara. and I honestly think Diluc and Barbara would get along so well in a team?? I have them together sometimes and they just both have goody two shoes vibes so they'd work well on an adventure

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pantspissedinreverse · 27 days

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Got any tips on how to play med better? Like when to uber n stuff? (I use the vaccinator btw)

I feel like being supportive of my team and I wanna be silly with it and also mainly cuz i hate myself

heya, thanks for asking :) i dont personally play with vacc much nowadays but when i did id try to get as many of the 4 charges as possible before i encountered an enemy and then popped the appropriate res bubble on my pocket, ex. we encounter a soldier so you swap to explosive res and pop that but then a pyro comes so you switch to fire res and pop that as well, so on and so forth another good time to uber is when a lot of enemies are near, this is better for stock/kritz but if you can arrow tank then youre good i dont have much vacc tips, as stated before, i dont play with vacc much but i think that @vaxxman (sorry for the @ :')) might have more info about that for other general tips heres this:

first things first learn heal priority, usually when im in casual i start with buffing my explosives (solly, demo) then my fellow med if there is one, followed by scout, pyro and heavy, then the sniper if i can get to him and lastly spy because those guys can usually get out of sticky situations well or just simply die

i dont know what primary you use but personally id say use the crossbow, its meta for a reason; huge healing output in a short time and you can style on people by hitting some insane arrows. also no matter what you use, learning how to aim it is crucial, what helped me most was aim training maps like tr_walkway or tr_denial (<- this one is mostly for scouts/soldiers but shhhh) both require pasting this command into console before you start them up for the training bots to work sv_allow_point_servercommand always

also movement is very important, for starters damage surfing (right before youre about to get hit jump then crouch mid air to get a boost) and it carries over to every class, yippee! also since i can talk about movement, theres a strategy i often use which i call the shimmy, its a more complicated one i guess? it takes some practice, heres a clip i got of it in comp recently

^ the shimmy fair warning for loud audio, these etf2l schmucks are loud as hell anyway! what you do here is press your movement keys (mostly A and D) in quick succession, move your mouse around a bit and throw some crouching in there in order to make your movement as unpredictable as possible to confuse the enemy and fuck with their aim, this mostly works on hitreg classes (scout, engi, sniper, anyone using a shotgun) and seeing as it works well against comp scouts, it should work in casual as well!

lastly heres some more resources for you, tr_medic, a compilation of training maps made for, well, medic, its a bit less user friendly than tr_walkway or tr_denial but better for medic specific stuff like keeping distance when healing, also here is the art of medic which has everything you could ever want to know (even some comp stuff, neat!)

anyway, thanks for asking! ill take any chance i can get to ramble about medic strats :) best of luck!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #tf2 comp #<- kinda #people ask me things #also my internet went out mid writing this post and i had to write it all over again :')#feel free to ask me about medic advice again btw im happy to give advice when i can #i also hate myself

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manonamora-if · 6 months

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i dont know if u feel up for it to answer but like... how do u handle negative comments and ratings and just people being negative about ur stuff? bc i have someone just being rude in comments or like notes and game folders on itch and its making me want to just delete everything and never show anyone anything anymore. or even have an acocunt on itch either.

Hi Anon,

I'm sorry you've been dealing with this, and that it took me so long to answer. I've been thinking about this for a while honestly. I've been writing a bunch of drafts for this one, because my answer seems to change with the day or my mood. Some of my stuff have had some strange interactions lately that's made me question whether I should stay on itch myself. I mean, I don't think I'll ever leave... there are too many fun jams I want to participate and, you know, to force people to play my weird stuff. But I've been more anxious about new stuff or updates I share recently.

I don't blame you for wanting an out. Some users will poison one's experience of a platform, that even opening the site would give them anxiety. It doesn't take much to have events or projects soured. Often, just a few rude words is enough to make accounts disappear without a word. And many platform don't have good safety nets (blocking, moderation, reports) to temper or avoid these situations. Many will have half-ass solutions that, at the end of the day, still allows interactions from blocked users. It's easy to wonder if all of this is worth it...

Anyway, the very boring and short answer to your question: it depends.

The probably as boring and long one is a bit of a ramble:

It depends on the day, or the mood I have. It's easier to deal with comments when I'm confident and things are going find; but I'd feel more hurt or have a harder time dealing with them when I'm a bit more morose (I think most people feel this way). I'll disregard any (even barely) negative points some days, only to take it into consideration a few days later. <- this especially during jam/comps time, just need time to digest criticism of any kind.

It also depends on the content of the comment, their tone, and intent of the commenter. Not all negative comments are on the same level. I've had negative comments in the past where the commenter was genuine, and really gave my stuff a shot, bringing interesting points or important concerns. And though it hurt a bit, because being told you made a mistake sucks, those helped me grow. But those are the good kinds of comments...

On the other hand, I try to disregard the trolls, and the abusive comments (towards my work or me), the ones where the engagement was clearly not done in good faith... you know, the ones who will literally tell me I've made the world worse by uploading my games on itch. Doesn't mean that it doesn't affect me at all*. Some of them really hurt or made me angry and frustrated, some have lingered for hours or days in my mind, a few made me close to delete stuff as well. Words are not just empty things without meaning... *I've had to block a few people both here and other places recently because of it, they had become so insistent on wanting to engage with me while bashing most of my work, my values or the few aspects of my identity that I've shared online.

It would be easy to say I just don't give them the time of day or any of my energy, or that I pretend they don't exist, because, if I do, then the trolls win. But that would be lying. Obviously.

Screaming to the void/a pillow or ranting to friends have helped get rid of my anger and frustration. I've laughed with others about some comments I got (usually the bad faith ones, some of them are funny in how sad/bad they were). I think what worked best for me was just turn off the computer and go outside for a bit. Or turned off the internet and play silly games on my phone. Or picked up a book. Or watch a movie. Essentially, any activity that would distract me from it and force me to take a break. And when none of this worked, because some trolls are just that insistent, blocking/deleting stuff*. *unfortunately, it's not always possible, see second paragraph again.

It does suck that you're kinda forced to grow a thicker skin to enjoy or even exist in those spaces, and I wish those would be friendlier... but I don't think social platforms/the internet is going in that direction anytime soon.

Maybe not super helpful to your decision, but borogove.io hosts IF games (without ratings or comments, though people can download the files), so does the IFDB through the IFArchive (but there are ratings/reviews there, also can be downloadable). I've seen other peeps host their stuff on neocities (no ratings/comments). None of those platforms are like itch, in the positives or the negative. Or just be old school, and email stuff.

#ask box #gosh I wish I had more concrete stuff to help #or a more positive mindset on things #but yea #I hope things get better for you anon #and that you find what's best for you!#lots of rambles #sorry

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blackestnight · 1 year

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pro re nata

latin phrase: for the present matter; under present circumstances; as needed. abbreviation prn. used in medical prescriptions.

for fluffuary day 4, “making them laugh/being silly.” yes i know it’s the 5th, deadlines aren’t real anyway.

set post-6.0 but no spoilers, just generic schmoop.

Hanami’s morning routine had taken on a slowly evolving shape since coming home from Sharlayan. It started out familiar: waking before the sun, crawling gently out of bed (this morning required extra care, because Aymeric had draped an arm over her waist in sleep and he made a discontented noise when she moved, but he settled when she pressed a kiss to the mess of his hair). Then, her new deviation: hunching over the washroom sink with her army of bottles and packets, squinting at the labels.

One of the sages had informed her, while she was still in a haze of exhaustion and magic, that the combined effort exerted by the city-states to drag her back from the brink of death had resulted in half a dozen groundbreaking innovations in medicine, which she supposed was meant to cheer her up (it hadn’t, because she had still felt like death warmed over at the time). Some of those bottled miracles were probably spread out before her now: first a salve to rub over the fresh scarring on her right arm (from Ul’dah; it didn’t actually do anything except glow blue in spots where it came into contact with high concentrations of aether, which might be a sign that she had relapsed back into what Y’shtola had coined aetherbleed, but today it continued to do nothing except feel uncomfortably oily and smell like a hot sewer). Then three potions and a chalky tablet to ingest: the labels said the tablet was to be taken with water, and not within a half-bell of any sort of acidic drink; the potion that was shimmery blue was to be taken first thing in the morning and before bed, and the smoky gray and creamy orange ones three times daily and not on an empty stomach. Hanami compromised by pouring all three liquid doses into a cup, pressing the tablet onto her tongue, and swallowing the entire foul mess in one go.

She actually convulsed at the heinous combination of tastes and textures, but the little act of rebellion made her feel better. She busied herself with washing her face and cleaning the goop off her arm, so that by the time she brushed her teeth the taste of mint was only bearably awful on top of the lingering flavors from the medicines. Then she snarled at her own reflection, making sure that her ill-advised regimen had not discolored her teeth or caused them to smoke or melt or gods-knew-what. Satisfied, she made her way back to the bedroom to deal with cosmetics and clothes.

Aymeric was in the same spot she had left him—curled on his side, bundled under the covers—but he was awake, and glaring absently at the window. Hanami would almost go so far as to call it a pout.

“What is that face for?” she asked, nudging the vanity chair with her foot so she could kneel in the seat. Her left hand still felt clumsy with her hairbrush, but at least keeping her hair short meant she didn’t have to spend much time on it.

“Hm?” Aymeric blinked. It was hard to tell in the dark, but she thought he might still be half-asleep; his obviously half-hearted attempt to sit upright was not as graceful as it would have been otherwise. “Nothing. I simply had the strangest dream.”

She had lotion to rub onto her face every morning in an effort to combat the highland wind, which meant she could only manage a close-mouthed “Mm?” in response without risking even more tragedies on her tongue. She knew Aymeric had vivid dreams—there were nights when they set him tossing and turning and gasping in his sleep, nights when he woke up wincing from remembered dragonfire or magefire or worse—but this morning his voice was rough with tired annoyance, not with fear or sorrow.

Upright was too generous, she decided. He was still listing against the headboard, mostly kept from being completely horizontal by a pile of pillows, but to be fair it was earlier than he usually got up. He scrubbed one hand over his face, and his own palm muffled his voice: “There were two men from some sort of—maintenance crew, I suppose, the sort who do upkeep in the Temple Knight barracks, and at some point they had broken in and taken the bed and exchanged it for another.”

She managed not to laugh at him, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “In the house?”

“It was a dream,” he said, not even trying to excuse his subconscious. His voice came clearer, at least, when he lowered his hand, and he met her with a grin of his own that she could see clearly even without the light. “And not only that, but the replacement was facing a different way than the old bed. So now here I am, irrationally upset at a figmentary work crew from my own dream for committing a crime that never actually happened.”

Not that he sounded upset anymore. He mostly seemed rumpled and relaxed, eyes half-lidded while he watched her. She wiped her hands clean and grabbed her pants from the day before to begin the process of re-layering herself against the cold.

“Kill them,” she advised.

He did laugh, warm and low in the dark, and sat up straighter: when he spoke his voice was closer to the clipped tone he used when he was working, which sort of lost its effect considering the blankets falling down around his waist and his impressive bedhead. “I doubt one could kill a dream, and I would not condemn a man to death for what ultimately amounted to a minor inconvenience.”

“I could probably kill a dream if I tried,” she mused, pulling her sweater over her head. She’d done stranger things. “And you wouldn’t. I would kill a man for a hot breakfast.”

She wasn’t fully dressed, wasn’t fully ready, but the draw of a handsome, sleepy man was more tempting than warm socks: she padded across to his side of the bed and gave herself a half-step running start so she could hop up on the tall mattress without needing to put weight on her hands. Even tired, his reflexes were sharp, and he cupped one broad hand around her waist to help her balance on the edge of the bed.

“Was that a hint?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her ribs.

She huffed, because it wasn’t, but with her foot planted on the bed rail and his arm holding her in place she felt secure enough to lean forward and press a kiss to his sleep-flushed cheek.

“Maybe it was a threat,” she said, letting her teeth scrape his skin when she spoke, just to feel him shudder and then laugh again. When she sat back he urged her gently to curl closer to his knee.

“In the interest of self-preservation,” Aymeric said, “what would you like?”

Hanami felt her mouth quirk up at the corner. Hot breakfast for her usually consisted of reheated soup tossed in a thermos, but—well. It was early. She had nowhere to be, and Aymeric probably had time before he needed to meet with the House of Lords.

“Sandwich,” she decided. There were some Ishgardian muffins leftover, she was sure, and cuts of bacon in the icebox. Even one-handed she could fumble through cooking eggs on her own, if she had to, so if he ran out of time they could eat while they walked, him to his session with the Lords and her down to the Proving Grounds, or wherever she wound up to stave off the restlessness of recovery.

Rather than answer, he picked up her hand from where she had rested it on his duvet-covered leg—gentle, so cautious of hurting her, so even though the skin contact made her nerves erupt in needle-pricks she didn’t make a face—and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. The little bit of pre-dawn glow that had started to creep into the room lit him up like a statue.

He really was handsome, which wasn’t something she forgot so much as didn’t think about, not with familiarity to turn the wonder into something more comfortable, but in moments like that with the light catching his jaw and his eyelashes and the whole general perfectly-proportioned line of him she felt a little bit ridiculous all over again. Maybe infatuated was a good word. She hadn’t been that, at first, she’d just been a bitter asshole, but at least he’d been a perfect balance of patient and determined to prove her wrong.

Better late than never, anyway. She leaned forward again to pull him into a kiss.

He made a noise of contentment against her mouth, followed by a grunt, and pulled back enough to whisper a reproach: “You are going to give yourself an ulcer,” punctuated with another soft kiss.

Must have tasted the residue of the medicine on her mouth. She bit his lower lip, gently, and said, “I will give you an ulcer,” another tiny rebellion with no purpose other than happiness.

It worked: he laughed and released her hand. “Undoubtedly,” he murmured, too fond for her to take him seriously, and she huffed again and slid off the bed to finish getting ready for the day.

#writing - mine #oc: hanami hagane #final fantasy xiv #s: a minor justice #fluffuary 2023 #aymeric de borel

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naraven · 1 year

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team comp: my edition!

stealing @throwaway-yandere's idea bc i thought it would be fun and i was brainrotting about scara/xiao anyways :D

my most recent 5 star is xiao, who is now level 90 with semi-leveled up talents! he's so fun i'm even more upset that i lost him to the 50/50 a year ago (i'm sorry diluc i don't hate you, but please stop coming home i just wanted the silly jumping adeptus,,,)

wahoo! here we gooo

wanderer / bennett

Probably didn't like Bennett AT ALL, most likely saw his bad luck as a nuisance to the rest of the group.

But then he saw Bennett just trying his best, fully-charged burst boosting him as he demolishes everything in his path (god i love his ult ily benny)

(He cares ok, I'm not taking constructive criticism this stupid puppet cares for people)

Bennett was scared of the wanderer as a whole at first: with his intimidating and somewhat quiet first impression, he gets even more scared when he laughs maniacally while turning a hilichurl camp to dust in a minute flat.

I think he probably admires his strength and Scara now becomes a semi-motivation for Benny to become stronger LOL

"I wish that kid would stop yelling so much. His shrieks are shrill on the ears. I'll probably get used to it after a while, what with his luck being as atrocious as it is."

"He's so strong! I'll admit the way he fights is somewhat terrifying, but I don't mind it as much anymore. It's cool to know that such a strong person is a part of Benny's Adventure Team!"

~~~

"Hey, kid, watch my back. I'm too busy to be watching yours."

"Wo-ah! Alright, go wild Mr. Wanderer!"

"Don't call me that."

"Eek! Yes, sir!"

wanderer / zhongli

Wanderer wouldn't know that Zhongli's the former geo archon, so his long monologuing about Liyue culture are just the ramblings of a guy who has an ancient soul.

Every once in a while, Wanderer will listen in on Zhongli's stories of the adepti or about the land they currently stand on.

I think Scaramouche would like the stories of the different flora and fauna (no this isn't about fall in fall his teapot lines have him admiring the Sumeru forests ok).

Zhongli finds the strange Wanderer to be somewhat of an enigma. From letters that the dendro archon sent him, his mental stability was not the best before he started traveling around Teyvat.

At first, he was careful to make sure the others were safe and that the Wanderer's temper wouldn't go out of control.

But the more he travels with him, he sees the care in his eyes when he picked up Bennett when the boy accidently tripped and almost fell off a low cliff.

In a flash, the Wanderer has the back of Bennett's shirt in a tight grip with two circles hovering behind his head.

"He talks so much, but sometimes that nonsense can be somewhat entertaining. I've learned more about Liyue in the short time I've been near him than I have in my centuries long life."

"His words are quite frank, but I have no worries that he will harm anyone that I care about. Even if he is often harsh and without filter, I will make sure he doesn't hurt anybody."

~~~

"Old man."

"Ah, apologies. I didn't realize we had already arrived. I will continue the story at a later date."

"No, keep going. We'll probably have to wait for that adeptus to save the kid from something on the way."

"Haha, of course. Then, where was I? I believe I was telling you about the followers of the goddess of salt..."

xiao / bennett

As usual, Xiao is cautious to be around normal humans; his karmic debt isn't great for them to be around for long.

But then Bennett happened, which caused those plans to throw itself down the chasm.

Is this human... doing this on purpose? The amount of times that the anemo adeptus had to save the unlucky boy has probably exceeded the number of years Xiao has been alive.

On the other hand, Bennett has actively tried to avoid getting into any difficult situations. He's scared that the adeptus will show up out of nowhere and hear him sigh for the nth time.

In return, he tries to make him almond tofu, which somehow ends up wrong in so many different ways (the pudding part is too hard, it's a bit misshapen, but when Xiao takes a bite it tastes like the sweetest of dreams).

"He's just like any other foolish mortal, putting himself in danger to prove his worth. But, in his case, I don't believe he's doing it intentionally..."

"I thought Adeptus Xiao would also be somewhat scary like the Wanderer, but he's really nice! Only when I don't trip and fall into the water again..."

~~~

"Adeptus Xiao! Do you wanna come with me to grab some Cor Lapis for Mr. Zhongli?"

"What for? This seems rather spontaneous."

"Well, I thought it would make a good gift! Besides, I think he wanted to get a bit stronger too."

"...Is that so? Very well then. I'll help you find some on Mt. Hulao."

bennett / zhongli

As the two supports of the team, they often sideline while the two anemo DPS go wild.

Bennett being the youngest of the team looks up to Zhongli, the oldest, and tries to listen to Zhongli as much as he can. He thinks it would help him in the future.

Of course, he learns a lot about the rich history of another nation, but Bennett finds himself becoming an overall better person to the people around him.

Zhongli also has a soft spot for the clumsy Mondstadtian boy. His optimism and bright outlook often has Zhongli smiling at the energy of the youth.

Rambles to him about rocks. Every single rock Bennett brings to him he could talk about for hours. Third-Round Knockout's storyteller has learned so much from these two eating meals there.

"Mr. Zhongli always has something and interesting to say! I've learned a lot from him and I want to be like him someday."

"As a child from Mondstadt, he's very free-spirited. Barbatos' people have no problem speaking their mind, which is very different from the mora-centered businesses of Liyue. I enjoy his company very much."

~~~

"Hey Mr. Zhongli! How are you today?"

"I'm doing alright. I was on my way to accompany the adeptus Xiao to Wangshu Inn. Would you like to come?"

"Wangshu Inn? Sure, I'm down! What for?"

"Just for a quick talk and visit. It won't take up too much of your time."

xiao / zhongli

Poor Xiao still isn't used to acting like Zhongli is a stranger, occasionally slipping up every once in a while and calling him "my Lord."

It just feels so... odd to be addressing him as anything else. Of course, he means well, he's trying his best to accommodate for his now-human Lord

Zhongli is glad to see Xiao doing well, despite his karmic debt. While he feels upset that he can't do anything to help with Xiao's pain, he tries to remind him to take his medicine every once in a while.

On the battlefield, they work as harmoniously as melody and harmony. As Xiao takes care of all the enemies, Zhongli is right beside him to make sure nothing catches him off guard.

(Not that Xiao needs it, but he's just happy that Zhongli is there :D)

"Ah yes, Rex-the consultant. I often find him talking to the director and more recently that young Mondstadtian. I wish that I could talk to him a bit more loosely, and yet..."

"Have you talked to Xiao recently? I worry he hasn't been taking his medicine recently. Perhaps I should go to Bubu Pharmacy myself sometime soon."

~~~

"My L- Zhongli. Bennett and that Wanderer are waiting."

"Ah, my apologies. Please tell them I might take a while longer. The bamboo and meat are simmering still."

"I will. However, while the Wanderer has yet to say he craves to eat anything, the mortal's stomach is grumbling..."

wanderer / xiao

(i purposely put this one last LMAO what do you get when you put two an-emos together on a team)

They might seem to get along, but they're the most tense on the team.

While Wanderer is often taking center stage, Xiao isn't a selfless offensive member either.

When they aren't competing to see who kills more enemies, they get into the pettiest of arguments.

Wanderer still retains the part of himself that likes to tempt people to becoming angry, and while Xiao knows that he still often scowls and glares at the other anemo vision wielder.

One time, Zhongli wanted them to get a bit closer by having them eat a meal together. When he came back, he found the food cold with Xiao unleashing attack after attack on the hovering Wanderer.

When asked, Xiao refuses to answer what happened and the Wanderer is smiling awfully.

"I find it hilarious when that adeptus tries to look at me. What is it about other long-living beings and finding me so suspicious? Maybe later I'll steal his kill again to see how he snaps back."

"That man is nothing but trouble. I heard from... Zhongli that he almost wrecked havoc in Sumeru. It doesn't help that he's often an insufferable brat-"

~~~

"Hey there Adeptus Xiao. Care to spare a moment with little ole me?"

"What do you want."

"Calm down, I just wanted to see if you knew where that pharmacy assistant was. The zombie one?"

"What are you planning?"

"Ugh, I regret asking you. You're like an overbearing mother."

"Come back, I asked what you were planning on doing to her."

"You know, if you asked nicely I would have given you the fight you wanted."

#wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #bennett #xiao #zhongli #genshin impact #genshin x reader #i wrote this in one day #idk where i got the strength from #i havent written this much since fall in fall #insane

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randomvarious · 2 years

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Today’s compilation:

Guitar Wars 1982 Hard Rock / Blues-Rock

Welp, this little, ephemeral showcase of some of contemporary rock's greatest guitarists of the early 80s (who were signed to Columbia) certainly accomplishes what it sets out to do. Every axe wielder on here is doubtlessly very accomplished at their paid profession. But some of these tunes, I have to say, are just so boring that not even the guitarist can do enough to overcome their overall deficiencies. I mean, *the guitarists'* parts are good, but their contributions sometimes just aren't enough to save the song. So, I feel like, with a bunch of these, Columbia could've probably done a better job at selecting good songs from their immense catalog that also show what some of the guitarists on their roster were capable of 🤷‍♂️.

But there are still a few very scrumptious nuggets on here. Like, when it comes to Judas Priest, Glenn Tipton and K.K. Downing's exchanges of varyingly squealing mini-solos end up rescuing a live version of "Green Manalishi (With the Two-Pronged Crown)" from the doldrums of listless metaldom, before Rob Halford puts his own personal finishing touches on it with his signature high-noted vocals. Then, Carlos Santana further sweetens his band's cover of Buddy Holly's "Well... All Right" with a pair of solos—one just a short tease towards the middle and a much longer and more satisfying one at the end. This track was already pretty good thanks to its addition of an awesome hand drum groove at the start of its second verse, but Carlos' solos end up flat-out sealing the deal anyway.

And lastly, a guitarist you may have never heard of before, Jimi Hendrix's white Canadian heir apparent, Frank Marino, slaying live over a nearly nine-minute medley of two blues standards in "I'm a King Bee" and "Back Door Man," with his band Mahogany Rush. Some people deride Marino as a Hendrix clone, but if you can manage to sound like Hendrix, then I think it's safe to say that you're obviously an out-of-this-world guitarist? 🤔

Two exclusive, previously unreleased live recordings on here too, from Loverboy and Blue Öyster Cult, but, unfortunately, I don't think the songs are very good, despite their guitarists' respective efforts 😔.

All in all though, if you come to this comp to hear some amazing guitar work, you'll definitely get it. Plus, ya gotta love this whole silly guitar-as-starfighter Star Wars aesthetic thing going on here with the album art 😂.

Highlights:

Judas Priest - "Green Manalishi (With the Two-Pronged Crown)" Santana - "Well All Right" Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush - "I'm a King Bee (Excerpt From) Back Door Man"

#hard rock #blues rock #classic rock #rock #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music

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mlynar-nearl · 1 year

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ur other ocs sound so neat (very gremlin www its adorable) and its neat !! it sounds absolutely adorable !! (i also find it cute that they seem pretty short www but can i rly say that when im barely that much taller)

i love that one u did w audie cos like its like one of my fav tropes when its the Menancing Tall guy whos the trophy husband and audies just The Capable guy like hell yeah!!! ppl dont expect that !!

and ofc doc and kal divorced r always fun ! doc is fun in general cos u can do wtv and u probably arent wrong (ok except maybe mine bcs i want mine to be a kid for cute reasons) but i think the extra ideas u gave them r cool ! like actually giving reasons for them to wear that stuffy ass outfit, thats cool ykyk

oh and speaking of the banshee gremlin bounty hunter i was also thinking of the same (kind of ocs) like a travelling merc/bounty hunter duo (a phidia and sarkaz) who just go around and do jobs but mostly just whatever they want like !! bounty hunting is a tough job but an ez excuse for making ocs (in my case anyways...) and anyways yeah! theyre cool! everyone is cool! i love it u can always talk more abt ur ocs i love them. they r like precious. im cannot decide on the word but. precious. yes. thank u sm </3

hehe, of course! thank you for enjoying all of em :) kal-doc divorce is the cornerstone of my house.

audie's the one i have the most lore about. he is genuinely on many levels a professional trophy husband, it's just that...he also has a ton of skills that he can whip out like a swiss army knife. a swiss army boyfriend? he's good at business, he's incredibly good at originium arts and swinging a big axe (he would basically be a duelist defender but that specializes in arts damage), and he's way more social than both encio and gnosis, so he fills that role in their team comp... all three of them are equally determined and capable and in a way manipulative, but audie is better at obscuring it by being friendly in a way that neither of them quite have down pat. so as much as they were a little weirded out at his appearance in their affairs, they do kind of need him sometimes. i can never quite decide if they're a V, a triad, or if audie just accepts that no matter what he does encio will be a little bit married to gnosis. but either way, they are quite tight when it comes down to it. because audie's family is minor and he's the only living heir, he kind of understood that he could either work his tail off on building a family legacy (a lot of work, a lot of resources, for little guarantee of reward especially since he would never actually be able to go super far) or he could hitch himself to someone with much more pull, and make himself invaluable. he decided to go for the latter, and so he's had very little illusions about how he does have certain roles this way. he has lower standards of behavior for himself and inhibitions in some senses than, say, shealtiel, who is, well, Catholic. he's the one of them who tries to at least get on with Enya but she's leaving him on read because, well, he can be as nice as he wants but he's still her brother-in-law and not even to the sibling she likes.

audie was educated in leithanien, which is how he got so good at arts. the greataxe, i think, is a notable martial art of the fuchsfrost line. foreign education, martial skill, and general good looks are what got him to stand out as an arranged marriage prospect. (aka, he had the least depressing biodata out of every eligible noble single in kjerag.) the meet cute was that he walked in, sat down, and basically said "you need a partner for political reasons because you're now the most powerful man in the nation and you simply can't keep being the keystone of this entire country, because a human keystone can fail. if you select me as your partner, i will be your right hand arm. man. your silly rabbit. do you call me that? it's up to you" and encio was sold enough to fake marriage about it. (then, of course, they realize they get along quite well and have good teamwork and chemistry and uh oh. thinking about the how do i tell my husband i'm in love with him reddit post.)

again this is all really self indulgent but i just quite like it, lmao. it's my oc and i make the rules. i'm cringe, but i'm Free.

#anonymous #ash answers #oc: audie #also audie is trans which is why he was on the hot kjerag singles list- because technically he can have kids for family line purposes #but that's an aspect of that that i generally downplay because it's a little handwavey to focus on outside of my own head #as a trans dude who is on the fence about wanting kids #for audie it's easy. he can have kids for the grind. whatever it takes.#but i get that that aspect can kinda feel different to different people. lmao

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karelysse · 2 years

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i have this silly future!fic thought that i haven’t shared because i didn’t know how it would fit into the timeline of the story, but. you mentioned yz learning how to knit? lots of thoughts about that! gonna keep this ‘short’ and just share one.

thinking about yz bonding with jv’s gaggle of skaters. maybe catalina, maybe someone else — more on that later. but anyways, let’s say he bonds with catalina, right. and then assuming the fic stretches out at least to the fall (start of fs season), let’s say they have a little moment where catalina asks if he’d be willing to come with her to her first comp. and she doesn’t say it but. she’s scared. it’s her comeback season, her mom is trying to find her a new coaching team as they speak, rumour has it her rival has added another quad to her free skate — it’s just a lot.

and like. obviously yz says no. first of all, they don’t even know if catalina will still be with their team jv in the fall + he’s still trying to lay low + he doesn’t want to? accidentally make jv feel like he can’t do his job as a coach? so it’s a no, but a gentle one. catalina just kinda does that ‘teenage brisk nod’ thing and is like ‘okay, that’s cool. sorry to bother you, bye’ and wanders off. but yz can tell she was kind of hurt by it (because it takes a lot of vulnerability to ask for support when you need it!! and she was trying to reach out, she was!! and she got turned down so clearly she got it right the first time, trusting people is for losers. take that jv.)

and anyways, this all culminates with yz crocheting her a little black cat (google has some good examples), maybe he even adds a little yz fruit to it. and then he sticks it on a keychain and is like ‘here. now you can take me with you to the competition’. and catalina loves that damn keychain, even if she’ll never admit it. the only time she removes it from her bag is to put it on the boards by the rink instead, for extra luck.

…i just wanted to take about yz crocheting a little black cat. this got out of hand ^^; — hope you’re doing well 💝

N O T silly this is the cutest thing I’m crying. crying at Catalina asking for support and being (gently but still) denied. the brisk nod. sobbing. BUT THEN crying of joy at the crocheted cat ;;;;;; this is too good. too pure. no words. i could talk about this for hours.

now idk how you feel about this but I’ve been thinking. is there really a way yuzu could ever be a coach? i feel like anyone would get overwhelmed with the demand, bc of his legend and celebrity status now. i feel like he would do more of intensive camps, few per year, but that’d be it? I could see him work on those AI machines tho. a brainy job for a brainy boy. glasses and all. what do you think.

#thank you so much I hope you’re doing good!!!!!!!! <3 #missed talking fics with you omg!!!!!!#ask #asks #future fic

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drippingviolets3 · 3 years

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May I request Angie x Maki where Maki is sick of her long hair and asks Angie to cut it short, and Angie gives her a super short pixie that she loves?

Ofc! I Never heard of this ship until today, seems kinda cute!

But I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a one shot, so I decided to make it a one shot. If that isn’t what you wanted then I’m sorry!

And one final note: I will not be talking about Atua on Angie’s part since it’s common knowledge how poorly her religion is shown (I mean they literally made it look like a cult) and I don’t want to offend any Polynesian people, so let’s just pretend Angie is a atheist, okay?

Angie giving Maki a pixie cut!

It was a lazy morning for the pair as they sat in their shared living room. Angie was sprawled out on the couch,staring at the ceiling and holding up the paintbrush, making gliding motions with it like she was painting on a canvas. Maki was across from her, sitting on the love seat, comping through one of her pigtails with her fingers.

Angie could hear a soft, yet very annoyed growl from her partner, and diverted her attention from her daydreams to her girlfriend. “Hm? Everything okay dearest?” She asked, sitting up and placing her paintbrush in her lap. Maki huffed. “It’s…nothing. It’s stupid anyways.” Angie sat up and walked over to her girlfriend, placing herself in her lap like it was a throne specifically made for her. “Awww, but I want to know! Come on, won’t you tell me?” She asked, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head.

Maki smiled a little at her girlfriend’s silly posing, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks. “…fine. I guess I’ve just been annoyed with my hair lately. I’m not really satisfied with how it looks, and how much efforts is to get it ready in the morning before work.” Angie nodded eagerly, even at the mention of Maki’s work. She knew the truth, it would be hard to continue pursuing a relationship with Maki if she didn’t know really. Not like she minded though. It just made their relationship one extra spicy pickle.

“Oooh! I had an idea. Why not let me cut it for you?” She asked, clapping her hands together. Maki looked at her as if she were crazy (honestly she might be at this rate.) “Angie, you aren’t a hairdresser.” She argued calmly. “But it’ll be fun! Besides, there are plenty of styles I can come up with and you can choose from. Ooooh! Let me grab my easel and canvases and I can’t pain a few examples for you!”

Maki didn’t have the chance to argue with Angie again, because her girlfriend already hopped out of her lap and ran off to grab her supplies. Maki slumped into the loveseat with a sigh. What has she gotten herself into?

Time passed as Angie painted and painted. The white haired girl didn’t mind the cramps in her fingers or how tired her arm felt, she was just happy to be painting her beloved. She continued to work as Maki sat perfectly still, until she heard the clinking over the wooden paintbrush against the side table. “I finished them all! Come look! Come look!” She hopped up off the couch and grabbed Makinwoth her pain stained hand, dragging her over to view the paintings.

“Here’s the first one! A cute bob cut with bangs!” She said, holding up the first paining. It was of Maki sitting on the loveseat, but her hair was short and almost bouncy. It was a cute hairstyle, but not exactly fitting for Maki. “I don’t think so. Besides, with that hairstyle I’ll look like the berries and cream guy.” She said with a scoff at the end, the annoying dance and song playing in the back of her mind now.

Angie didn’t seem bothered though. “Okaaaay! What absolutely this one?” The next one was….intersting. Her hair was short, and half of her head was shaved off. It made her look tough, but Maki wasn’t a huge fan. “I think I’ll pass on that one too.” She sighed, feeling discouraged with every picture she saw.

“Okay! Final one then. How do you feel about this one?” Angie asked, showing the final canvas. Maki actually paused to stare at this one. It was her with a pixie cut, and it had a nape undercut. It looked….amazing to her. “….that one actually looks kind of nice.” Maki finally spoke, tucking her hair behind her ear. Angie’s face lit up like a child in a candy store. “Really! Yay! I knew I would find something you like. Come, come! I’ll get started on it right away!” She said, dragging her girlfriend off of the couch and into the kitchen, where she sat her down on a tall chair as she grabbed some scissors.

Maki wasn’t going to lie, seeing Angie with scissors had her slightly paranoid. “Angie, are you sure we can’t just go to a salon?” She asked. “Nonsense! I can do this, don’t worry!” The sunny girl chirped, grabbing one of Maki’s pigtails. Maki held her breath as Angie made the first cut, cutting one of her pigtails clean off.

Time seemed to slow as Angie worked carefully, Maki growing more nervous by the second about the end result. The only thing breaking the silence was Angie’s humming. Until finally, she stopped and put the scissors down. “Okay! I’m done!” She said. Maki hopped out of the chair, slowly walking to the bathroom to look in the mirror as Angie trailed behind her.

Once arriving at the door, she slowly pushed it open to look in the mirror…and stopped.

She looked great! The pixie cut wasn’t professionally done, yeah, but it still came out really good. It has a nice kind of wild look that was tame enough to not look like a rats nest. She honestly never felt prettier.

“I…I love it!” She softly exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands. Angie squealed happily, clapping her hands together while hopping in place. “I knew it I knew it I knew it! And you didn’t trust me! You silly goose.” She teased, poking at Maki’s cheek. Maki playfully rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know, you were right.”

Angie giggled and wrapped her arms around Maki’s neck, pulling her down to press a kiss on her cheek. “I love you Maki!” She beamed. Maki’s face turned a bright cherry red. “I love you too Angie…”

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hackedmotionsensors · 4 years

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this is kind of a side note to these last two movie posts but its a fun little thing I like doing as a sort of mastercopy art thing.

I like painting the scene from a movie and using it for stevetony au’s 1) helps remember composition 2) a great way to remember how to paint and paint quickly and light a scene.

There’s a non...silly way of doing it if you want to brush up on some painting exercise by something we did at Art Center call Pause and Paints.

You watch a movie (preferably a colorful one with good comps. Wes Anderson is fine but its so one point perspective that it might not be good for a lot of comps)

and you pause it (I would screen cap it so I could watch other things when i got to the painting aspect)

You keep the image file or movie window VERY SMALL. Your file in photoshop (or your painting tool of choice. You can do this traditionally too) should be just as small. THe file shouldn’t be any bigger than maybe 2 inches by ...uh whatever the aspect ratio was. The file I had for Beetlejuice wasn’t the movie’s aspect ratio I think. I remember doing one where it was basically a square. Anyway

The reason you keep the file and video/screencap small is to prevent you from fiddling at the painting you’re doing.

The amount of time you should spend on each one is ten minutes tops. (now if you space out like I do just....yknow add time to it lol but keep it short). The reason you do that is to not fuss with getting facial features right or background details. You’re looking at overall color, value/lighting and composition.

I tend to use this approach for those dumb stevetony au paintings I’ve done but also bc I don’t want to spend time painting them perfectly lol

Give it a try! And you don’t have to pay 20k a term to learn it from me lol (if you want to give me 20k I will take it thanks)

#scribbles #pause and paints #art tips

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ponett · 5 years

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Welp... it’s over. After nine years, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is over. I just got done watching the series finale with Anthony and, just like I knew I would, when the credits rolled, I cried my eyes out

I should probably say something, huh. I’ve been sharing thoughts like this mostly on Twitter lately, but I started using Tumblr to blog about MLP, so I don’t think it would be right to post this anywhere else

I have a complicated relationship with MLP:FiM. It’s a show that got really hit or miss after the second season, and it has a fandom so toxic and so full of edgy libertarians that it scared me off from formally participating in fandoms for the rest of my life. But it’s also probably my favorite TV show of all time. There are other shows that are much better written, that have more to say, that are more consistent, even including several other cartoons from the same decade. But I think I’d be lying to myself if I said it wasn’t my favorite show

No other piece of media has had as massive of an impact on my life as My Little Pony

I grew closer to some of my closest high school friends because of our shared enthusiasm for the show. I started PonyPokey with Jake and Derek and made a bunch of bad videos and got invited to be on a wildly disorganized BronyCon panel with Jenny Nicholson in 2012. (We went on stage immediately after Lauren Faust’s panel. I barely said a word due to stage fright.)

After years of being too afraid to share my art online, I started putting more effort into learning digital art so that I could draw ponies. It started out rough, but with the drive to improve, I quickly got better. I started Fluttershy Replies. For the first time, I had an audience. I had people who cared about my work and supported me. Even as times have changed, many of you have been following me since way back then

Around the time I came out as bi in 2012, I got really into MLP shipping. Writing sappy comics and drawing sappy art became an outlet for my years of pent up feelings, and helped me sort out a lot of stuff. My Little Pony also completely changed the views on femininity that had been beaten into my skull since childhood. Suddenly, it wasn’t this strange, alien thing to be afraid of. MLP, at its heart, is a show about how there’s no wrong way to be a girl. That’s an incredibly powerful message. Rarity wasn’t a vapid snob. Fluttershy wasn’t a background character who got made into the butt of the joke. Pinkie wasn’t a ditz. These were characters written to be empathized with. And writing about my own feelings from the perspective of Fluttershy felt... right. It took me a few years to fully process those feelings, but eventually, I realized the truth. I was a trans woman. And a cartoon about horses was the first step on my path to realizing this

In 2013, one of the roughest years of my life, I decided to download RPG Maker on a whim to give myself a distraction. Naturally, my first instinct was to make a game where Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash kiss. What was initially supposed to be a short, Fantastic Game-esque playground of silly little jokes spiraled out of control and became Super Lesbian Horse RPG, a game that I poured my heart and soul into over the course of a year. And then, a couple years later, my desire to preserve the ideas from my copyright-infringing fangame also spiraled out of control, as all my creative projects do, and became SLHRPG’s successor: Super Lesbian Animal RPG. SLARPG isn’t really a reskinned MLP fangame anymore--it’s more like a new game inspired in part by my old project. The story has been drastically rewritten, the characters changed, the levels and gameplay redesigned. Most of the cast of the new game wasn’t in the original project in any form. There’s much, much, much, much, much more new content than old left in the game. And the original game had already strayed so far from the canon anyway. But I’m also not sure it would exist without MLP

I made a bunch of friends online, including close friends I still have to this day. I met the people like Bee and Thomas who I’m still working with on SLARPG. Most importantly, because we both blogged about MLP and had some mutual friends, I met Anthony, the love of my life. We’ve been together for five years now and supported each other through good times and bad. This is the lamest, corniest, stupidest thing I will ever say in my life, but he’s the Rainbow Dash to my Fluttershy

...

So what about the finale itself? (spoilers, obviously)

I have... mixed feelings on the finale. There were some things that really annoyed me in there. But also, like I said, I cried, so I think it’s safe to say they did good overall

I think the thing that stuck in my craw the most was Discord. Which I guess shouldn’t be surprising. I’ve been saying for years now how I hate Discord, how he spits in the face of everything the show stands for. He’s an obnoxious elderly manchild who constantly causes problems on purpose and torments his so-called friends the second they stop paying attention to him. But they have to put up with him and give him infinite second chances, because he’s a god and Celestia said they had to reform him

The overarching plot of the final season is that Queen Chrysalis, King Sombra, Tirek, and Cozy Glow (a Darla Dimple-esque filly villain from season 8) had teamed up with Grogar, a “new” villain taken from G1. While this goes on in the background, Twilight is making her preparations to become Celestia’s successor, as we’d known would be her destiny since the day she got wings six years ago. The villain team-up stuff was genuinely fun, and a highlight of the season for me. But then, in the three-part finale, it’s revealed that Grogar was actually Discord in disguise, and that he’d been intentionally trying to orchestrate a big attack on Twilight’s coronation so that she and her friends could save the day and get a big confidence boost going into her reign as princess. This is like... one of the most bafflingly stupid plot twist of all time. It’s literally the end of the show, and Discord has learned nothing. He’s “nice” now, but he’s still intentionally causing huge problems and putting everyone’s lives in danger to solve his problems. He freed four different villains they’d already defeated just so Twilight could beat them again, and in the process they literally blew up the goddamn castle in Canterlot and nearly killed everyone. And yet... they still forgive him, because they have to

I did, however, think that the last two-part adventure episode was fun overall. It tied a nice bow on much of the series, bringing back a bunch of old friends (including cameos from the movie cast!) to band together and save the day. Of course, in the end, they beat the bad guys with a big rainbow laser and sealed them in a statue. You know, even though a previous season finale was all about how solving their problems with a friendship laser and sealing the villains away never worked. Also, Cozy Glow might be evil, but she’s still literally a child? And now her petrified body is on display in the center of Canterlot? What the fuck????

I’m complaining a lot, but again. It was fun overall. It was nice to have one last big adventure, and to have the mane six reflect on how they’d grown since Twilight moved to Ponyville

...

And then we got the actual final episode. And boy did this one hit me HARD

I’m so glad that they ended on a quieter episode about the main cast’s friendships, because that’s what the show is actually about. The two-part adventures to save Equestria every season are fun, but that’s not the real show. We all came back every week for Twilight and her friends

There are things I can complain about here, too. Spike being a buff adult dragon with the voice of a child is fucked up. I’m still not used to seeing Twilight be Celestia’s size. But more than anything, I was always worried that we’d get a Harry Potter ending, where all the characters are paired off into arbitrary marriages so they can all have kids. Thankfully, this didn’t really happen. The only one who had a kid was Pinkie, who apparently got married to Cheese Sandwich (Weird Al’s character) at some point. Like, they literally shared two episodes together, with no hint of romance? But then they got married and had a kid off-screen??? What the fuck???? A lot of people also think that Fluttershy ended up with Discord, and I know I’m massively biased against that ship, but... I mean, they teased the FlutterCord shippers, but there wasn’t really any actual textual evidence that they were any closer than they had been previously. Y’all weirdos who ship Fluttershy with an obnoxious elderly man can interpret that as being “canon” if you want, I guess, but it’s not

The other relationship that shocked everyone in the finale was Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who... appear to be a couple? It’s definitely hinted at. I have... very, very mixed feelings about this. I mean, okay, obivously I’m the big FlutterDash fangirl. But I think AppleDash is cute, too! The problem is that, like... they’ve barely interacted in years? Like, they had a lot of episodes together in the first two seasons, but then the writers barely ever had them interact past that point. I can’t even remember when the last time we got an actual episode focusing on them was. And no, the one where Rainbow takes Granny Smith to pony Vegas doesn’t count

Like... yeah, it’s cute. It’s a nice gesture. Lyra and Bon Bon getting married in the background was also cute. But we can do so, so much better in 2019. We have so many explicitly canon lesbian couples in cartoons. Couples that actually kissed, or got married, or showed feelings for each other. Rainbow and AJ barely even fucking talked to each other in the final few seasons. I dunno, it just feels very hollow to me. Even the Equestria Girls crew admitting they were pushing RariJack felt more substantial to me, because at least they were given on-screen chemistry and lots of canon interaction

But in the end, complaints aside, the finale was about Twilight moving back to Canterlot, and worrying that her friendships would fade because of it. Honestly, I think this is what the finale of the show always would’ve been. It was the perfect story to end on. And boy, it hit really close to home

And then the last song happens, reflecting on how things have changed, but how they’re all still friends. And we see all the other friends they made along the way. And the camera zooms out, and the book from the opening of the very first episode closes, bringing the entire nine-year saga full circle

And then I started sobbing really hard in Anthony’s arms

...

I dunno. I just got done nitpicking a lot, but I still think that the last episode was a good and very emotional ending for the show

I’m going to miss this show dearly. I know it will be back in a new form, and that the leaks indicate that it’ll still star slightly different versions of the Mane Six. I’m also used to shows like this getting rebooted. Hasbro cartoons are honestly lucky to last past three seasons. FiM, on the other hand, got over 200 episodes, a theatrical film, a few specials, some shorts, a bunch of comics (which I still need to read), and a spinoff human AU series that was also really great. There’s no shortage of content, and I’m sure I’ll be returning to the series for years to come. I’m also glad that the show managed to go out on a high note

But still. It was a constant presence in my life for nearly nine years. Even as the quality got really hit or miss, even as they took the premise in strange directions, even as the crew of the show grew more and more dominated by men, it was still a show I could rely on to always be there, 26 episodes a year. I’ll miss it. I hope what comes next is just as good, if not even better. I also hope it’s gayer

I was going to end my ask blog, Fluttershy Replies, around the time the show ended. I’m not sure if I’ll do that just yet. I don’t know. I think that might be a bit much for me to process emotionally. Too many doors closing in my life in quick succession. But I do want to do more with it. These characters will be special to me for the rest of my life

I mean shit, I haven’t even drawn StarTrix yet. I’ve still got a lot of work to do with these horses, folks

#bobby thinks about horses

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unwiltingblossom · 4 years

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The Princess’ Fantasy (Mysme)

Summary: At the end of the fantasy, you have to wake up.

(Similar to ‘Never to Belong’, as it’s the same ‘series’, this is 100% cynical angst, not fun angst. There’s no deeper message or lesson to be found in it. Sometimes...you just have to write these things. You just gotta, just so it’ll leave you alone.)

She fidgeted a bit, smoothing out her dress. She'd done it three times already, but honestly she was just trying to strengthen her resolve and rid herself of the dread and insecurity she felt at the idea of knocking on the door in front of her.

It's silly. It's probably noth-

No. It really wasn't.

Her hand trembled a moment, hovering in the air. Truthfully, she should have probably said something before coming by. She sort of figured that the fact she didn't share any selfies when Zen was so quick to snap them and send them - and really, everyone in the chat short of maybe Jaehee was. She thought it was something unspoken but known, except...707 had gone and teased Zen with the knowledge of what she looked like, and now he probably had a totally wrong idea.

Oh, whatever!

She knocked while her confident thought was still playing through her mind. They got along so well over text, it really didn't matter.

The door opened before she could think better of it, the face of the popular actor even more beautiful and radiant in person than through the screen. "He--...y?" His excitement morphed into an innocent look of confusion, crimson eyes flicking across her, and then turning to scan the area behind her, as if searching for clues to her identity.

Well. That killed the idea that he had any idea of how she looked.

She summoned an awkward smile and lifted her phone. "Ah...it's me...? The...um..." Granted, she normally wrote much more confidently, but a monitor gave her a bit of bravery she just didn't feel in front of the man she'd been flirting pretty shamelessly with for almost a week.

Who'd clearly been envisioning a different person than her. But then, of course he would have. She wasn't just 'plain'. She wasn't the kind of person to kid herself about her own unattractiveness. Crueler kids in school had always made sure she knew, and being unfit wouldn't have improved that.

To his credit, recognition flared in his eyes a moment later, and he smiled brightly. "Princess!"

Zen was a perfect gentleman, sweet and flirtatious, just as charming in person as he seemed on screen. And closer than that - genuinely interested in her, concerned for her safety and well-being. Nothing untoward happened, but then...well, she really wasn't expecting anything like that to happen. It was a nice fantasy, to think that the cute flirt would actually be physically attracted to her and want to make moves once they had time alone, but...she wasn't delusional.

After their 'date', a part of her thought that maybe he was a little less flirtatious with her over the messenger, but it was probably just her own insecurity overlaying his actions. When others asked how she looked, he called her cute. That made her smile to herself, sitting in the empty apartment.

The bomb deactivated, but that wasn't really a bad thing, because she could defend herself perfectly well against the freakish hacker guy that showed up to try to kidnap her, and getting blown up instead would have been pretty terrible.

When the RFA heard about it, the chatroom almost crashed with all of the panicked texts sent her way. 707 even called her personally to apologize for several minutes long. Among those was a bold claim about just how much Zen had ripped his ear off (verbally) for it.

That made her smile, too. It made Zen sound like a protective older brother, which wasn't a bad thing at all to have.

At the party, Jaehee called her dress elegant, and Jumin called her lovely. Seven winked and joked around with her at the punch bowl for a while, until he got hauled off somewhere to help with something.

The party was a success, and she felt pretty proud of her hard work. It also meant she didn't have to live in that death trap of an apartment any longer, which didn't hurt her mood either.

The year kept her pretty busy with her real job after that. Glitzy as the RFA's long term members were, she was just a normal person, and when her room and board weren't comped in exchange for living on top of a bomb and under the threat of a malicious hacker, she had to go work long hours that kept her away from the phone much of the time. With the exception of maybe Jumin, those connections weren't really leveragable into any position she could actually do.

Although V stopped showing up, the chatroom and those in it remained as friendly as ever whenever she did make it back to talk for a bit.

Christmas arrived.

Finally, she had a solid weekend off, and while she felt pretty tired, she couldn't go and leave the chat without a 'Merry Christmas'.

Most of the RFA were present when she logged in, chatting about their respective Christmas plans.

Yoosung hoped to cram video gaming in through the holiday vacation. Jaehee...might not have been getting a vacation until next week, when Jumin was going on vacation, and 7 was rambling about supposedly secret plans.

As she typed up a greeting, Zen joined the chat.

[Zen] I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT

[Jaehee] A special appearance?!

[Zen] Not until New Years.

[Jaehee] That's a little disappointing...

[Zen] I FOUND

[Zen] MY SOULMATE

[Jaehee] ?!

[Jumin] Did you find a mirror?

[Yoosung] lolol

Her finger hovered over the button, where she'd been about to send 'Merry Christmas'. If she sent it now, she'd be stealing his thunder, and possibly derailing the whole conversation. More than Jumin already had, anyway. For a bit, he bickered back and forth with Jumin, over an increasingly worried Jaehee.

Eventually, though, Zen sent a selfie of himself, smiling brighter than she'd ever seen, arm around the shoulders of a cute young brunette. Was that...the costar in that movie he was making? She looked somehow familiar.

Jaehee confirmed it.

[Zen] Actually...I've known her a little while now.

[Zen] We've been dating since after the party!

[Zen] But now...

[Zen] We're gonna announce it tomorrow! I wanted you guys to know first!

She erased her message.

That woman...now she remembered where she'd seen the woman before.

She'd sent the woman an email early on, when Jaehee had suggested inviting more entertainment figures in the party to keep the attendees well-rounded.

'Congratulations, Zenny. Many happy returns!'

There. Better. Message sent.

A swift few taps of the phone, and her room was plunged back into the darkness of the night. Which was fine. She didn't feel like looking at the expression reflected back at her from the glass.

The phone thumped lightly to the ground, and she stared up at the ceiling that she could barely make out in the night.

Stupid.

It was really stupid. She always knew this was going to happen, because she was nothing more than another admirer of him - a friend like Jaehee that also happily stoked his narcissism when given the chance - and he'd been pretty obviously desperate for a girlfriend since she'd met him. And if she'd been paying more attention, she probably would have suspected he found someone a while ago, as she couldn't remember him mentioning being single like he had so often the first few days she'd known him.

Really.

It was just that...in a private, self-indulgent little fantasy world she'd kept for herself, she'd let herself pretend for just...a little bit too long that she'd loved him.

A selfish, hot tear fell from her cheek to her ear. A cruel and vindictive voice in her head wanted to say things about how the beautiful and popular Zen would of course find a soulmate who was coincidentally just as beautiful and popular as he was, but that wasn't true at all. She knew him well enough to know he wasn't just some shallow person who cared only about how beautiful or powerful the person he loved was. He was wonderful, truly kind, and devoted to those he cared about, and...and maybe she wasn't pretending.

She really had fallen in love with him.

The truly selfish fantasy was believing someone like Zen would fall for someone like her.

#mysme #mystic messenger #mysme zen #mysme oc #mysme fic #ooc #fic

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starlight-drive-in · 4 years

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Catching Feelings Ch. 3 Seven/MC College AU

Fic Summary:

MC’s roommate convinces her to attend a house party hosted by campus charity organization - The RFA. Minor legend and mystery on campus 707 is of course also there. MC thinks he’s weird - and absolutely adorable. Cheesiness ensues.

Chapter Summary:

Seven saves the day, and MC returns the favor.

Notes:

This chapter is a bit fan-service-y, a little trope-y and really, really fluffy. I hope you like it!

AO3 Link (Check here for warning/tags)

Chapter 3: Saving the Day

A short “squee” escapes MC’s lips as she reads over his messages again.

“What was that?” Mei asks.

“He called me beautiful!” She can’t help the smile that spreads across her face.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Even if he hasn’t seen the high-quality garbage you are in the morning!” Mei jabs affectionately.

“Hey!”

“I'm just kidding! Anyway, I have class. So you kids have fun and uhh stay safe!” Mei says opening the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” MC asks, but the door closes before she can get the sentence out fully.

With Mei gone the full reality of the situation hits her.

Saeyoung is coming over. Crap

She acted completely on impulse and now he’s going to realize she’s actually a smelly awkward mess when alcohol isn’t helping her words flow out so smoothly - if she could even call the previous night’s performance smooth. The point was that the alcohol helped her get her words out without her overthinking every little thing, especially in front of someone like him.

She attempts to make her bed, although that's a little rough with the headache that still persists. She borrows a bit of Mei’s perfume and makes sure to apply deodorant and then makes her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Halfway through brushing there’s a rhythmic knocking on the door almost like a little tune, so unique the only person it could possibly be is him.

She panics slightly, spitting out her toothpaste and quickly rinsing out her mouth, She smooths out her sweater and pads over to the door taking a deep breath and finally opens it. Saeyoung stands there in a crisp white button-down that seems to cling to him in all the right places. A small smile graces his lips as he runs a hand through his tousled red locks.

“Morning! Is it still morning?” He says.

“Hey. Uh” MC looks behind her at the alarm clock on the desk. “Yup still morning!”

Seven’s eyes sweep over the girl holding the door open in front of him. She looks comfortable - and adorable. Very warm, like she’d be perfect to snuggle up to and share hot cocoa with, and that sweater looks so soft! She looked sexy as hell the night before but if he’s being completely honest she looks even better like this. Like a girl you could - what’s the phrase? “Take home to mom”? If he had a mom that was. Take home to brother? Nah that doesn't sound good at all hmmm… Suddenly, something seems to catch his eye. “You um, have a little bit of something on your lip.”

“Shit.” MC stutters wiping her face.

“Oh, uh wrong side." He watches futility while she swipes the other side of her face, missing the spot again. "May I?” He raises his hand slightly, asking for permission to touch her.

“S-sure.” She can feel her face gaining heat already.

Using his thumb he quickly wipes the bit of toothpaste of the corner of her mouth. “There you go! Good as ever!”

“T-thanks" she blushes, "uhh you can come in! If you want of course.”

He studies her thoughtfully, blushing a bit himself and passes over the threshold into her dorm. “hmph, cute.” he mutters.

“What?” She asks, having not heard him well.

“Oh uh, nothing!” He attempts to cover, not realizing he had spoken aloud.

He was going to be the death of her.

“How’s your head?” Saeyoung asks her, taking off his backpack and setting in on the floor near her bed.

“Oh, its… ok.” She tries to play it off as she attempts to wheel her desk chair out for him to sit in, however one of the legs ends up rolling out in front of her and she trips, stumbling a bit before catching herself.

“hmmm" he taps his chin, "It's just as I thought.” he assesses.

“W-what do you mean?" She inquires.

“Back to bed with you missy! You need more recoup time!" Saeyoung declares, throwing back the covers on her bed and scooping her up before unceremoniously plopping her down unto her mattress.

She giggles despite the slight rush of pain that plagues her head as a result of his antics. “I guess there's no arguing that.”

He pulls up the desk chair to the side of her bed. “Do not fear! 707 has the perfect cure for you!”

“You mean your weird energy drink?” She giggles again.

“Oh no! No, no, I can’t actually let you test that, that’s what I have Yoosung for! You, pretty lady - get the real treatment! And also, I’ll have you know I almost came over here in my nurse costume just to administer it to you but I didn't want to scare you away.”

“Actually that would have been pretty amazing,” MC admits.

“Damn, next time then!” Saeyoung declares, taking items out of his bag.

“Let’s hope there isn't a ‘next time’. Last night wasn't exactly my best decision." She pauses for a moment, smiling "but I suppose the meeting you part was worth it.”

He smiles one of those smiles again and MC feels her heart flutter, little does she know how much her words made his heart feel much the same.

“Then I guess it’s only right for me to try and fix you up! Ok first, you need electrolytes!” he says brightly, handing her a sports drink. Which she takes with a smile. “Headache medication!” He continues, popping two out and handing them to her. “And finally…” He reaches into his backpack again and pulls out something wrapped in foil “Breakfast! I hope you like egg and cheese sandwiches?”

“That seriously sounds like the best thing ever right now.” She responds excitedly. “You sure know how to take care of a girl, keep that up and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time,” She says before she can think. Oh my god, why did I say that? I'm not even drunk anymore, why does he make me say things like that?!

He says nothing, but smiles thoughtfully as he unwraps her breakfast for her making her feel like maybe he didn't exactly dislike that idea?

“Did you get one for yourself?” She asks, taking a bite. Her eyes roll back as a short moan escapes her lips and she throws her head back in satisfaction

Now it’s his turn for red cheeks. He wasn't exactly expecting to see that sight today. “Oh, uh. Nah! I had some chips this morning.”

“That's not a meal!” She scolds, still chewing. “Have the other half silly!”

“But that's for you!” He insists.

“Not anymore! You have to take care of yourself.”

“Says the girl who was drunk 12 hours ago!” He quips, taking the other half of the sandwich in defeat, it had been a while since he had any real food.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”

“Mmhmm!” He says while chewing, neither of them obviously caring much for table manners. “I got you home and brought you breakfast so I get to make one jab at you!”

“Ok, fair enough.” She concedes.

They sit quietly for a moment, just eating and enjoying the company. She finishes up her half as he goes to take the second to last bite of his, inadvertently causing a shift in the contents of the tiny bit of remaining sandwich causing some egg and cheese to fall onto his shirt. Or rather - his brother’s shirt.

“Aww shit.” He mutters.

“Oh no!” she exclaims. “That's the curse of white shirts, you wear one and you’re immediately more likely to drop something on it.”

“Right? Ugh, Saeran’s gonna murder me.” He groans

She cocks her head in confusion “Who’s Saeran?”

“My brother, I borrowed this from him cuz I maaay have forgotten to do laundry and I maaaay have... wanted to look nice for you?" He hurries through the second part of his statement.

She smiles at the confession, “Well you do look nice, but there’s no way I’m letting your brother kill you! The laundry room is down the hall. I can throw it in the wash for you! I have a load of whites to do anyway.”

“I’d feel so bad to make you do that when you’re not feeling well though!” He whines.

“Nonsense! I'm feeling much better thanks to you! Now take your shirt off!” Shit, I did it again, think before you speak MC.

“Oh ho ho, so forward!” He chuckles with a sly look and a wink. "I like that."

The wink hits her straight in the chest like a bullet “Ahh I didn't mean it like that.” MC stammers.

He chuckles unbuttoning his shirt, “You are way too cute.”

She glances away bashfully. “T-thanks.”

He gets all the buttons undone and pulls off his shirt standing up from where he was seated. “You have a basket of the other stuff you need to be washed? We can go together if you want,” he asks.

She can’t speak for a moment she just points and nods her head watching him as he puts his shirt in with her laundry and picks up the basket like a model in some male pin-up magazine. This isn’t fair, I thought he was a Comp-Sci major?! He said he eats chips for breakfast! Why does he have abs!? She can almost see the cover of the magazine that would feature the image in front of her, the caption reads: "Local man eats chips for breakfast and sits in front of a computer all day but still has a 6 pack, Doctors hate him!"

“Ready?” He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. Did he notice her staring?

He smirks.

He totally noticed her staring and now that face isn't making it any easier not to stare!

“Y-yea!” She answers quickly, getting up and slipping her flip-flops on.

In the hall, she catches more than a few girls and a couple boys ogling her companion. One girl she shares a class with gives an impressed look and an enthusiastic nod.

"Saeyoung?" She says when they get to their destination.

"Ya?" He answers casually tossing items into the washer.

"Um, I think a couple people we passed in the hall were getting the wrong idea about us."

"Us? Why?"

"Well, you're not wearing a shirt, and I still look like a hot mess. It's still somewhat morning, people might think... things."

He takes another glance at her, raising an eyebrow as he looks her over again. "Your definition of “mess” seems really inaccurate, the other part-"

A familiar male voice cuts him off "Seven?" It questions.

"Yoosung!" He cries excitedly. "What are you doing here?! You feeling ok? I heard that chocolate milk is a great cure for a hangover."

"I have a group project with someone in this dorm and I'm not falling for that again, Seven!" He defends, Seven just shrugs in response and throws in a pair of MC's leggings into the washer before picking up another article.

"Uh… Seven?" Yoosung says slowly, not looking at Seven's face.

"Ya?"

"Why do you have a girl's bra? And where's your shirt?! "

"Oh. Uhhh." Seven stammers, trying not to picture how the lacey bralette must look on her. "I, uh."

MC's shock is unavoidable but she has to think fast. "Oops! That's mine! It must have fallen into your stuff on accident, I'll just be taking that, thanks! Sorry about that!" She snatches her undergarment from out of Saeyoung's hand and holds it to her chest possessively.

Yoosung's eyes snap to her and then narrow before he smiles at her. "Have we met?"

Wasn't he that drunk kid who kinda latched onto her shoulders last night?

"I'm Yoosung by the way!" He says excitedly seeming to have completely forgotten about Seven who just snickers as he throws the rest of the load in.

So this is his test subject MC thinks to herself.

"Nice to meet you, Yoosung. You must be a friend of Saeyoung's?" She asks.

Seven turns back around just in time to receive a questioning look from Yoosung. "Yea, I mean I'd like to think so at least. Although I'm curious about how you met Saeyoung." He emphasis the name while looking at Seven questioningly once more.

"We met at the RFA party." Seven tells him.

"The one last night?" Yoosung asks doubtfully.

"Yup! That's the one!"

"Hmph, interesting…" Yoosung deadpans. "Well, I've gotta get to work on this project. I'll see you and your new friend later."

“Awww, Yoosungie! Don’t be jealous.” Seven calls as Yoosung walks away.

"Is he ok?" MC inquires once she's sure Yoosung is out of earshot.

"Yea, he's just sensitive."

"Whatever about?"

"I knew him for 2 years before I told him my real name he's probably wondering why you already know it when we only met last night."

MC hums contemplatively. "And why do I know it?"

"Because." He says simply.

"Because?"

"Mmhmm"

"Is that all your going to tell me?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Why don't you use your real name anyway? Do you not like it?" She asks as he uncaps the laundry detergent. "C-cuz I think it's a cute na- I mean a nice name. I mean I'm just kinda wondering why you don't use it I guess?"

He smiles at her compliment but it doesn't reach his eyes. "It's a dangerous name. A dangerous name for a dangerous person."

She cocks an eyebrow at him and barks a laugh "Oh, yea you look real intimidating right now pouring that laundry detergent."

He laughs with her while he finishes up with the machine.

She gasps dramatically, “Oh no whatever will I do?! This man NO, not a man! This menace came to my dorm and did my laundry after he fed me and made my headache go away, he must be stopped!”

“I know, I know It’s hard to believe because I’m so cute but it’s true!” He defends.

“Ok, Ok. should I be careful of you helping old ladies across the street too?”

“Don’t say I didn't warn you, Sweetie” He says in a sing-song voice.

For a moment she considers whether or not he’s actually being serious, but she just can’t imagine the guy standing in front of her right now - who, by the way, is currently trying to blow a stray hair out of his face and failing (adorably)- being involved in anything even remotely dangerous. No this is definitely another one of his stunts.

Seven’s phone goes off, interrupting her train of thought. “Shit,” He says, sounding disappointed.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve got class in 30 minutes, guess I didn't think this through to well.” He says finally tucking that pesky hair loss behind his glasses and motioning to the laundry machine.

“That’s ok!” She ensures, “I can bring you your shirt later tonight, or tomorrow! I know where you live.” She says tauntingly.

“Oh ho ho, now whos the one trying to seem dangerous hmm?” He reaches out, tickling her side. She stifles a giggle and jumps back a bit.

“Uh oh.” He says

“What?” she says nonchalantly.

“You're ticklish!” “I have no idea what you’re referring too,” She says backing away from him, but smiling all the same.

“Mmmhmm.” He hums sauntering closer to her until she backed up against the wall. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I…” he pauses “DO THIS” he finishes attacking her sides in feather-light caresses.

She thrashes back and forth in a fit of giggles, filling the air and Seven’s heart alike with mirthful joy. He chuckles watching her react to him.

Her face becomes flushed with a dusting of pink, her eyes prick with tears as she smiles from ear to ear. He becomes so enraptured with it all that he begins to slow his torturous tickling and then ceases completely. Just. Staring into her eyes.

They’re so close now. He could close that gap very easily, but would she welcome it? He inches a bit closer, her eyes widen as she’s entranced by his molten gold irises her breath hitches in her throat and then…

His phone blares again, knocking them both out of their trance. Saeyoung stumbles back, embarrassed and checks his phone again “Crap, I’ve got 20 minutes” he mumbles.

She frowns as he steps away from her. “Guess you better get a move on, then”

“One more thing, can I ask you a favor?” He says slowly and she nods in agreement, “Can I borrow a shirt?”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger fanfiction #sevenxmc #saeyoung choi #707 x mc #luciel choi #saeyoungxmc #fanfic #catching feelings #my writing

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years

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58 + 75 with Tom Holland xx

oof. i see you, anonny. 👀👀 but in the words of michael scott:

aka i’m writing two different types of versions of how i would combine this because i’m what you call a “dumbass”. also because i’m feeling a bit lazier, it’s mostly going to be bullet points

58. accidental eavesdropping / 75. bed sharing

version one!!!

so there’s this big business convention that you flew into town for and it’s the first time your job has ever entrusted you with this responsibility.

it’s not a lot of work tbh. it’s more like schmoozing around with clients / discussing trade relations / working out corporate relationships with other companies to help expand and such

but seeing as you’ve never done this before, you’re a bit nervous. it’s totally exciting too because other co-workers were so jealous that you got picked for the opportunity

so you get to the hotel the day before the convention - your job has paid for the hotel and comping your meals, which is awesome. it’s a bit on the smaller side for hotels, but it’s still got a ritzy feel to it.

you’re checking in and they hand you the room keys. when you get to the room, you’re smiling brightly because the room is so cute!! you’re tossing your bag onto the bed, trying to figure out how to prepare for tomorrow

when you turn around, you shriek seeing a shirtless guy with a towel around his lower half coming out of the bathroom. he yelps in surprise and falls back because he also wasn’t expecting you either.

“get out of my room!!” “this is my room!! you get out!!”

so when he finally puts on some pants and a shirt, the two of you go down to the concierge.

they drop the news that unfortunately they’ve accidentally booked both of you for the same room. ohwhatthehell

you ask if there’s any other rooms available but they’re all booked up that week because of the convention and a couple other big events happening

the stranger’s got them calling around checking the other hotels in the area but they’re all booked up too.

anyways they’re comping you with room service if you choose to stay

“well, i need this room because i have important business” “so do i!”

so you’re forced to share a room and bedroom with a stranger

neither of you want to talk to one another after that, but you have to discuss sleeping arrangements

and of course neither of you want to take the floor so you have to share the bed - both of you scooting on opposite ends obviously uncomfortable sharing a bed with a stranger

and that’s when you guys hear it - there’s loud moaning coming from the room next door. both of you can hear the bed squeaking, and how someone’s moaning out a name. god, you wish you didn’t have to experience this uncomfortable moment with a complete stranger

both of you are struggling to fall asleep, refusing to look at one another. it’s a wonder how you ever fall asleep with these conditions

only good part is that when you wake up, the stranger’s already gone. the last thing you wanted to worry about was figuring out bathroom arrangements with some random guy you don’t know in the slightest. so you get ready to head out

you get to the convention and things seem to progress fairly smoothly. executives are ushering you around, introducing you to clients and some important faces that you need to be aware of. during one of the introductions, they tell you how they want to have you meet the representative for one of the companies your business deals with frequently

so they’re bringing you to the representative and they’re like “this is thomas.” the guy turns around and you realize it’s your stranger

tom accidentally drops his drink, the contents splattering all over the ground. “easy, thomas! what’s going on?” he stares at you before gulping “um, it’s nothing. clumsy this morning, i guess.”

the two of you pretend that you’ve never met. and because your companies are thinking about potentially merging, you and tom have to spend a lot of time together during this convention. for the most part you guys are just civil with one another, neither trying to give away that you’re sleeping with that person tonight. and it’s not even in a sexual way either.

when you both get back to the hotel, you tease him. “so smooth of you today, mr. holland” he’s rolling his eyes at your dumb jokes.

you guys end up making small talk, discussing how the two of you got into your jobs. for some reason it’s nice talking with him.

but evening comes and it’s back to being awkward because your neighbors are getting down ‘n dirty in the next room. god, you wish they would be considerate to the neighbors and not themselves

the conference the next day goes well. even though you don’t walk to the center together, you’re getting along a lot better. during some meetings, the two of you pass notes to one another about silly things

at night time, you refuse to deal with the uncomfortable sounds that you’re forced to eavesdrop on. so you suggest that the two of you order room service and turn on the television to block out the sound. it turns out to be a good idea, and the both of you make fun of some cheesy movie while digging into desserts

there’s something about not wanting to listen to people having sex that brings other people together

the next morning you wake up sleeping on tom’s arm, his head resting on yours. honestly, you’re not mad about it. but at the same time, you don’t know how he feels about that so you shuffle so that when he wakes up the two of you have enough space between

the two of you have gotten to know each other a lot better in such a short amount of time. the last night the two of you are just laughing and cracking jokes - and even though the hotel royally screwed up, you’re enjoying your time with tom. because, well, you like tom. he’s cute, dorky, makes the dumbest jokes, and is just so sweet.

you’re enjoying it so much that you hear a couple bangs on your wall when the both of you keep laughing too hard. you both giggle about how you’re keeping them up now, and it’s not even because of anything raunchy. this time you actually fall asleep to peace and quiet; somehow the two of you end up sleeping closer together

the next day both of you share a cab back to the airport together since you both have flights out

and seeing as tom’s flight doesn’t leave till later, he decides to hang out in your area of the airport till your plane takes off

the two of you are talking to one another till they announce boarding

”I guess this is it” you announce, tossing your bag over your shoulder as you stand up.

Tom nods standing up as well.”Guess it is.”

The two of you politely smile, words threatening to spill from the tip of your tongue.

“Well, I have your number”

He nods again, smiling at your comment. “Thats true.”

You hear them announce that they’re boarding business class and you breath in deeply. It was time for you to leave. “That’s um, that’s me” you thumb over to the line, which begins building. “Text me a picture of Tessa?”

“Will do. Send me that recipe for the supposed ‘best brownies in the world’?”

You laugh. “Definitely.”

You board your flight, giving him one last wave as you begin boarding. You can’t help but think it’s a shame that you won’t really see Tom again. He’ll be long gone in London while you’ll be back home.

Meanwhile Tom strolls down to his terminal gate smiling to himself. He didn’t tell you about how that morning his boss emailed him about relocating. Tom conveniently forgot to mention how he’s been assigned to help with the merger for your company and his.

So it turns out this isn’t the last you’ll see of Tom Holland.

version two!!!(mother. fucking. fake. dating. trope.)

so you and tom are mutual friends of friends

basically you happen to run in the same friend group and you’ve got one another added on facebook (but honestly - who doesn’t??) the two of you do not have one another’s phone numbers / actually hang out actively. sometimes you’ll buy drinks for one another at the bar, but that’s not really a big deal

but he’s a nice enough guy that you know about. your friend always keeps you filled in about drama and sometimes he gets involved in it. nothing problematic - just usually getting caught in the crossfire’

anyways you run into him on the street and just briefly star making small talk

this group of guys yell out tom’s name and both of you turn. they come over and start talking to him. they dress like posh frat boys who do the whole “my opinion is always right. and if you say i’m wrong, my dad will sue you” vibe. which you find a little strange that tom just happens to know these guys since most of the friends that you know of are pretty relax and down to earth

“tommy, this your girlfriend/boyfriend?” one of them points out. you don’t like the way he said that, waiting for tom to tell him no. “haha, uh, yeah”

you’re like !!!! because what even? but you choose to keep mum

they invite him to their upcoming gathering and are like “ya, you can come along too” gee - how generous

once they leave, tom apologizes like crazy. it’s a little annoying, but you can tell he just didn’t want to look uncool in front of that group. you don’t like it, but you get it. so you let it slide. and you’re like “you know i’m not coming to that thing, right?” he’s like “…okay” like some kicked puppy

but later when you’re shopping around, you spot those guys from before. they’re talking about tom, how he was such a pushover and how he’s still a pushover. “can’t believe “tiny tommy got a girlfriend/boyfriend.” “can’t imagine him growing a pair of balls in the first place” they’re laughing like crazy, and it really bugs you. and you know it’s a bad idea, but you decide to message him and say that you’ll go along with the plan of being his significant other

and honestly it’s a free vacay out to this dude’s lake house area so what have you got to lose?

it turns out the place is really beautiful and serene

except all of the guys tom used to hang out with are so fucking annoying

tom’s going along with their dumb ideas that are trash like getting pushed into the lake or eating some random piece of bark from the tree. and you’re rolling your eyes at the sheer stupidity of it all, but tom just goes along with it like it’s normal

you end up talking to one of the girlfriends’ of one of the guys in the group. and it turns out that she used to know tom back in the day. she admits that it’s always been this way and that they take advantage of him. she says that she feel bad for tom, but it’s always been like that

anyways, you find yourself making up excuses for tom to hang out with him but more importantly so that he’s not interacting with those idiots. and in turn, you’re actually having a pretty good time with tom. turns out he’s a good listener and cracks some pretty funny jokes.

though you get irritated when night comes because then you’re forced to share a bed with him because they think you’re dating. tom offers to take the floor but you don’t wanna do him dirty like that. so the two of you share the bed, trying your best not to let it get awkward

the more time you spend with tom, the more you like him cause he’s so great but it’s so frustrating watching him slump around when he hangs out with that group. he’s obviously not being appreciated, just being taken advantage for their own amusement

so you decide to tell him that night. except he doesn’t wanna hear any of it. but you’re persistent that he needs to stick up for himself resulting in the two of you fighting

“You just have to take charge of your life, Tom. It’s as simple as that” you argue.

“You make it sound so easy, Y/N!” he whisper-shouts, afraid that someone might hear him. Despite this, you don’t care about the volume of your voice.

“That’s because it is, Tom. It’s so simple!’

“It really isn’t” he sighs, turning away from you.

the next day the both of you apologize. he says he’s sorry for getting so upset while you apologize for letting your temper get the best of you. still, you tell him that you won’t apologize for what you said, pointing out that he’s better than all those guys.

anyways you guys begin hanging out more and more, lowkey sticking up for him whenever any of the guys say anything rude about him. and while it’s still awkward sleeping together, the two of you are softening up to one another. instead of sleeping at the edge of the bed, you guys are moving closer to the center. you don’t mind when his leg accidentally crosses yours and he doesn’t hold it against you when your arm rolls onto his chest. in fact, he actually thinks it’s cute. he tells you and you can’t help but get red in the face at that

last day of the trip and they’re being jerks to tom again and you’ve had enough

“You know what? You guys suck” you declare, glaring at the group of boys. Toms eyes widen as he frantically glances from you to them to back to you. “You guys are garbage. Actual garbage.” One of the boys begins booing you and they all jump in.

You scowl, tossing your napkin to the ground. “Don’t boo me! Boo yourselves! Boo!” you yell as the continue booing you. “The only reason I’m here is because of Tommy. He’s twice the man that you guys are! You guys are just assholes who haven’t balded yet.” It’s not much of an insult, but your frustration’s clouded your quick wit.

“Tommy, get your girl/boy in check!” one of them snaps. You’re about to snap his neck as Tom gets out of his seat.

Tom looks at you, and you wonder if he even can say the words he wants to say. Maybe not. You sigh, wishing he’d be confident in himself. “I’m sorry” he apologizes, and you shrug. Obviously he’s going to side with them. You should’ve known. “I should have done this sooner.”

He turns to the group of guys, taking a deep breath. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” All of his former friends are caught off guard. Little, compliant Tom finally stood up for himself. In his last act of defiance, he raises both of his middle fingers at them.

He doesn’t wait for their response. Tom takes his hand in yours, and you’re in awe of him. The two of you quickly exit. You’re in such awe of him, proud that he can now let that weight lift off his chest.

“Tom, that was amazing! That was incredible! Fina-” You’re cut off when Tom kisses you. He’s got his eyes closed as yours widen. He’s not a half bad kisser that you relax into the kiss, letting your eyes shut. You only open them when he pulls away.

“Take charge, right?” he asks, nervously looking at you.

“Yeah. Take charge, Tommy.” He grins, leaning in to kiss you again.

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