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chaichaiiskai · 8 months

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Jack hanma x male reader … you can just do wtv you feel like doing for this … this is probably gonna get ignored cz it’s just ‘jack x male reader’ but if you do .. Yk do smth, thank you 👍🏾

Gotta be honest, I don't remember jack shit about jack (pun intended) aside from his ability to not lay tf down despite getting his ass beat so--- he's very stubborn so I think I can do something with that... Ya didn't give me much to work with but I'll take the reins on this one.

Now, personally, I don't think jack would be too interested in romance since his number one goal is to beat the shit outta his father but for the sake of your request I'm just gonna feed into the fantasy and add a bit of spice. Jack's definitely gonna be ooc

Let's say this takes place a little while after he's defeated by Baki and he's a bit more humble, also he's at the heaping height of 7'11 aka 241 cm. I had no idea what to do!!!! But let's do this.

jack hanma! x male! amab! reader

warnings: amab reader, male reader, mlm, he/him pronouns, homophobes dni, overprotective behavior from jack, no smoot this time cause i wanna give jack the cuddles he deserves and male readers deserve fluff too 🥺

Working could have its downfalls and its moments of relief, especially in this special part of the city. It wasn't exactly the most rundown place, but it wasn't all that safe either. However, you chose not to let that bother you as you focused on doing your job, collecting tips, and then heading back home. Being a waiter proved to be easy enough when you weren't dealing with difficult, idiotic customers who had some kind of privilege problem, complaining about the food not being hot.

"Sir, I'm more than happy to have another meal prepared for you, it won't take too long—" Your insistent words were soon cut off by the sound of the angered man you'd been serving, slamming his fat fist onto the table. You could practically see the veins in his forehead and neck looking close to popping, his reddened face reminding you of Red from Angry birds, he even had the brows to match.

"NO! How dare you disrespect me with this fucking SLOP!" He shouted, and then moved his other hand. In a flash, and before you could brace yourself for what was to come, you grunted when a plate was tossed at you, a bloody steak and hot potatoes were thrown directly at you. Fortunately, you were able to bring your arms up to quickly cover your face, the food and plate hitting your arms before it all crashed to the floor after covering your uniform and shoes in the man's tantrums. A light burning sensation spread over your arms and elbows, but not harsh enough to call for medical care, thankfully.

"Where do you get off thinking you can get away with this, boy!?"

Before you can explain yourself, or even defend your character, perhaps even offer to refund him for the meal he seemed to have a problem with, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. Along with the weight, you smelt a familiar cologne, your senses being invaded with a sudden sense of comfort and relaxation. Though, the hairs on the back of your neck knew what was to come next.

Jack.

You looked up at the heap of a man and he didn't look at you, instead, he offered the cloth napkin that he had gotten from the table he'd been dining at. You took it and stepped back, starting to wipe your arms off, taking note of the remaining slight sting you felt from the hot food, you would live but you couldn't believe this guy had the audacity to lie about the food being cold. Why? Did he just want to cause problems on unsuspecting waiters and waitresses? Was it some kind of elaborate scheme to humiliate those that he deemed below him?

"And who in the fuck are you!?" The difficult customer suddenly asked, making a show of getting out of his seat to stand off with Jack even though the blond easily towered over him, but their physiques were somewhat similar. Two walls built of muscle. All that proteins seems to go somewhere.

"Just a concerned customer. You're disturbing my meal, and you're lacking manners." Jack replied, his tone calm and his features as nonchalant as ever. This seemed to anger the other man considerably, seeing how he suddenly thrusted a finger in Jack's chest, soon to be met with the sound of crunching.

He'd broken his finger.

It was his own fault for carelessly touching a man who seemed to be crafted from sheer marble and stone.

The man let out a scream, clutching his broken finger with his uninjured hand, cradling it against his chest. In response, you took another step back and watched, along with many other patrons and staff members. Jack, on the other hand, grinned and looked back at the witnesses who couldn't take their eyes away from the scene.

"You all saw who touched who first, correct? You're all my witnesses."

Before anyone could even confirm what the blond had said, he covered the entirety of the angry customer's skull with his hand and lifted him off his feet. With the swift, calculated movements of a seasoned pitcher, he pulled the man towards himself just by holding his head like an oversized baseball and tossed him forward... right through the restaurant window, much to the horror of everyone in the restaurant-- aside from Jack and you. No, you were already groaning at the idea of needing to find another job.

...

"You can't keep doing this, Jack! Do you know how many jobs I've had to resign from because of you butting into everything?! Those poor people can't even fire me because they think you'll come after them and bash their skulls in with your bare HANDS or something!!"

You exclaimed, lecturing your boyfriend on his repeated offenses when it came to protecting you and your pride at every restaurant you worked at, mostly doing waiter work. The massive man simply chuckled at your words, tossing his arm over your shoulders as he pulled you closer into his hardened side, the warmth he gave off was a nice contrast to the approaching winter night but you were still upset. The two of you were in the back of the van he had bought to accommodate his large stature, while his chauffeur drove you both to the apartment building Jack owned.

"I don't get why you need to work when I can easily take care of you. I already do, but you always insist on working. Are you planning on saving up money and leaving me or something, short stacks?"

You rolled your eyes at the pet name, wanting to ignore him for the rest of the ride, but you couldn't bite your tongue back from recanting. "No. I can't do that even if I tried because I somehow fell in love with you. But that doesn't make me want to stop from going out to work, I want to contribute. You already pay all the rest of the bills." You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest and sighing, your anger dissipating into saddened frustration as you looked down at the van's floor, frowning at the sight of your dirtied shoes.

Jack simply watched you for a few minutes, the gears in his head starting to turn about before he spoke up.

"Why can't you apply for any other job then? Do you have to be a waiter?"

"I don't know what else I'm supposed to do, Jack! It's not like jobs are just falling from the fucking sky and are ripe for the taking!"

He seemed to linger on your words, not effected in the slightest by the raise in your voice. Instead, he wanted to be a problem solver, even if he wasn't the smartest guy out there, he figured there could be something out there for you.

Before the conversation could continue, however, it was interrupted by the van parking, the backdoor opening and you climbing out, rushing out into the underground garage to head straight for the elevator so you could go up to the penthouse and bathe. Jack simply watched your retreating back, rubbing at the back of his neck before he finally climbed out after you. With a quick dismiss of his driver, he began the trek to the stairs, which he preferred to take instead of the elevator, despite living on the 20th floor. How could he even pass up on a workout? It already took a lot out of him to not try and run everywhere, but you insisted on getting a van because you didn't want his body to continue breaking down at such a fast pace. And you usually would have forced him to take the elevator with you, but you were too upset with him and grossed out by your soiled clothes to wait.

As soon as you got into your shared place, you took your shoes off and left them by the door, shuffling across the hardwood floor with your somewhat soiled socks and dropped your bag on the living room couch, making your way directly to the bathroom. Once inside, you didn't bother to shut the door behind you and headed for the shower, turning it on so that it could heat up to the proper temperature before stripping out of your clothes. You dropped the articles of clothing on the floor, knowing you'd drop them in the washer after you were done bathing, and hurried into the shower, instantly sighing in relief as the water began to shower off the stickiness of that asshole of a man's dinner from your skin.

The shower was pretty much a massive glass box, and like everything else in your home, it was meant to fit two Jacks inside of it, making it almost seem like a giant's castle with you inside of it. That was okay with you, everything was just extra comfortable, especially the shower that had sprayers behind you, in front of you, and on the ceiling, rinsing every inch of your body if you so desired. It was a great contrast to the frustration from the day. And you preferred to stop smelling like meat and potatoes.

Eventually, about halfway through your shower, Jack had finally made it inside, grunting as he kicked off his shoes haphazardly, entering and taking a brief look around. It didn't take a genius to know where you'd gone. He put on his house slippers and went further in, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark sweats as he entered the bedroom, deciding he'd be of some help.

By the time you came out of the shower, feeling more refreshed with your head a bit clearer, a towel wrapped around your waist and another emcompassimg your wet head.

You noticed Jack first sitting on the edge of the humongous bed, and then a fresh change of clothes splayed out on the mattress beside him. "Thanks, babe."

He hummed in response, removing his phone to unlock and look through it. Whenever he held something significantly smaller in his hand, it was always amusing, no matter what mood you were in. You sighed and shook your head to keep yourself from chuckling, moving to get dressed in one of his t-shirts that drowned you in fabric (no matter what size you are), and pair of comfortable bottoms you tended to lounge around. You decided to finish drying your hair, plopping down beside him, sinking into the firm yet soft bed.

The silence was comfortable in a way, with the sounds of him tapping and you lightly scrubbing away at the moisture on your head.

"How about this?"

You paused what you were doing when he suddenly put his phone in front of your face, showing something to you. You squinted in confusion and leaned in a little to get a better look at what he was showing you. A job listing for a remote job. Immediately, you took his phone from him and looked over the requirements, the description, and everything else in-between. It was almost too good to be true. How did he find something so easily in such a short amount of time? You decided not waste anymore time to rush over to gather your laptop, carrying along his phone, and went to apply for this job as quickly as possible. Luckily, you had a little desk you often used in the bedroom tucked away in the corner nearby the closet. If you got this job then that means you'd have to make up your own office. What were the odds? If you got this job, you might not be as frustrated with Jack as you were before... Who were you kidding? Even if he didn't present this golden opportunity you wouldn't have lasted much longer being frustrated with him.

With a new sense of determination, you were quick to upload your resume along with your application and a few other things you needed, a sense of hope settling itself on your shoulders. Alongside the hands that were currently resting their, Jack peering over your shoulders, not leaning any of his weight on you as he watched you diligently type away.

"Will I get a reward if you score this job?" He finally asked after you hit 'submit' on your application. Breathing out a sigh from your nose, you tilted your head back to look up at him, bumping into his hard abdomen. "Hm... don't know. You acted pretty hasty today, knowing I could have handled it on my own... I think I should punish you."

Jack blinked in surprise for a moment, his mouth soon forming an 'o' shape, followed by a cheeky grin that spread across his face like a forest fire.

"Punish me? Kinda wanna see you try. Doubt you could do anything though." After challenging you, he removed his hands from your shoulders and crossed them over his chest, raising an eyebrow in wait.

You nodded and then pushed yourself out of your chair.

"Bet."

And with the speed of lightening, you hurried over towards the bed and flopped onto your side, immediately getting comfortable and pretending to sleep.

Jack: 🧍

"You little shit."

#jack hanma #jack hanma x reader #x male reader #male reader #amab reader #— chai’s asks. !!#jack hanma x male reader #jack hanma x amab reader

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justacynicalromantic · 1 year

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I feel like people try too hard to keep Sauron "in character", to the point that they super-impose the 3rd Age LOTR Sauron onto the 2nd Age TROP Sauron. To the point that people attribute everything he does to a manipulation, thinking that the guy does everything as planned, as if he can't do an action because he just feels like it, or make a decision based on emotions. That is just... Not how I saw even LOTR Sauron. Plus, a lot can happen to a guy in several millenia, yk? (And I believe we will even see this road of his in later seasons).

I will give you the scene where he apologises for killing Galadriel's brother, for example.

Rewatching it, you can absolutely tell that Sauron seriously intended to stay in Numenor and do nothing but simple smith work.

He wasn't lying later to Gal when he said he had all but given up at this time frame - he really did. In that moment, he believed himself to be a giant failure, all his plans had fallen through, even the orks mutinied against him and his close servant/friend (because it is obvious he and Adar were close - 1) how else would one disembowel fucking Sauron unless he trusted his back to that person? 2) he would NOT act THAT angry if that betrayal wasn't personal on some level) betrayed him and murdered him - so at this stage he is in the "to hell with it all, I give up, I am a loser, let me just smith cutlery and horse shoes in peace" frame of mind.

But then comes Galadriel asking him to help her take the Southlands, refusing to take "no" for an answer.

As a side note, I find this part of the scene interesting:

Love the actor's work as well here - how his stare becomes vacant as he loses himself in the dark memories.

(And he is turned away from Galadriel here. She doesn't see his face at all. At. All. So, unless he is trying to manipulate coals, the emotions on his face are. All. Real.)

"You don't know what I did. How I survived...

And, as he gazes into the fire, it's not his memories that come (as would be expected out of this cimetographic tactic), but the present scene of the villagers submitting and kneeling to Adar and the orks.

Legitimately, his words here are narrating over the people kneeling to Adar. Right over this moment. I kid you not, go rewatch it, if you do not believe me.

This, here, is a 100% tell that, at least in this story, as TROP authors intended it, the idea is that Sauron's continuous service to Melkor was a matter of survival. You don't make such an obvious parallel unintentionally.

So, while he came to serve him probably out of his young foolishness and ambition, but that, down the road, it became simply impossible to change sides, even if he wanted too, unless he was willing to sacrifice his life for it.

Going back to the point. So, Sauron, as Galadriel asks him to abandon his own plans and help her with her quest, demands that she gives him an honest answer why she pursues her goals.

She turns away from him in tears and:

"The company I led mutinied against me"

Mmmm?🤔

"My closest friend conspired with the King to exile me"

MMMMM?🤔🤔🤔

(what could it be reminding me of I wonder??)

What? What is it, Sauron? Why are you making this sad version of a surprised Pikachu face?? And to her back no less, where she can't even see you doing your obviously manipulative surprised sad faces😆

(Seriously, guys, he even does a small gasp here)

And Galadriel's next words:

"Because they could no longer distinguish me from the evil I was fighting"

...beyond being a hilarious irony (because, yk? said evil is standing right behind you, Gal), are supposed to clarify for those that didn't get it from his shocked face what exactly ran through Sauron's mind at that moment, that surprised him so much:

"We are alike".

Bingo. So there you have it. What made Sauron change his mind and follow Galadriel was not some masterplan where he decided that her quest to the Southlands would be very beneficial for him - but simply he recognised a kindred spirit and he felt he could understand what she was going through and empathised with her, decided to help her.

Bonus - after he just discovered for himself that they have much in common and apologised for killing her brother, she says:

"Your sorrow cannot ease my pain.

And nor will a hammer and tongs ease yours.

There is no peace to be found for you here.

And nor for me.

No lasting peace in any path, but that which lies across the sea.

I have fought for centuries to earn mine.

This is how you earn yours."

(even her words here are perfectly paralleled, casting them as mirrors of each other)

And after saying this she leaves. And he stays looking like this:

- which, again, no one is witnessing, except the empty smithy.

So, in conclusion, Sauron follows Galadriel because: a) he feels a sense of guilt towards her; b) he cannot ignore it because he understands her and he feels they are alike; c) a person he feels they have a lot in common with is sure that "there's no peace to be found for the likes of us here", so yes, it makes him first hesitate and then change his mind about staying in Numenor and living a simple ordinary life; d) while he did plan to just live as a simple smith in Numenor, it was never what he actually wanted for himself. His failures together with his guilt made him give up, but Galadriel gave him hope that he could be something more and do something good. And that was always his dream and his ambition.

I believe it's not before they came to Eregion and he heard about the mirthril and the Elves' plight that it all came to him how he could restart his previous plans that he had abandoned because of continuous failures (and Adar physically banishing him from existence).

PS: and no, it is not Galadriel's fault, because nothing she said here was wrong. Sauron stood on a crossroad and he had a real chance here - where he was wrong-footed and doubted all his previous beliefs - he had a chance to choose the right path. But instead he chose subjurgation of others (and I do not believe it was because of his nature as Dark, but because of his previous experiences, what they shaped him out to be). If anything, the one to blame is Adar with his untimely volcano show, because - who knows? - had they had more time, maybe Sauron could have found the right footing. Instead, before he could unlearn his worse life lessons and learn new better ones, he, sort of, came to the Tree of Knowledge in Eden.

#otp: bind yourself to me #rings of power #sauron #galadriel #saurondiel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Ok, so you take Lucerys request now right? I’m kinda bad at interpreting things so sorry if I did with your post!

But anyway—

What ifff…. Lucerys began enjoying the company of a servant, perhaps a little to much. He discreetly seeks her out, to talk and whatnot. He begins gaining an crush on them.. and lowkey angst?? Since yk he’s a noble and she’s not..

I hope you have a good day <3

Lady of Dragons Heart

Know your place my mother would tell me before she sent me off to be a servant to royals in Kings Landing. It was a great honor for a lesser known house like mine. It would give my family money but during this position I never intended to fall for one of the princes I serve, specifically Lucerys Velaryon. Walking through the halls of the castle I could hear a set of boots following after me where he called my name. “Y/n, wait up. Do you have a moment to talk alone?" Halting in my tracks my dress spun around on my feet until I was facing the young prince. He reached out for my hand so I placed my right in his letting him lead me into one of the empty chamber closets shutting the door behind us. It wasn't uncommon that we would talk in secret but it has gotten harder to be around him now since I am falling for him. "What do you wish to talk with me about, my prince?"

"Please no formality with me, Y/n. I would prefer you just call me Luke. As for what I wanted to talk about is that...I have strong feelings for you." He stuttered out shifting his gaze up so it would meet mine rather then him to keep staring at his boots and the stone floor. Wrapping my arms around myself I froze unsure of what to say to him. He was raised to be a good guy by his mother Rhaenyra. He has always been kind to me taking time out of his day to thank me or spare me a glance when he could. Yet there would always be the fact that I am a servant and he is a prince that would never work between us. "We can never happen, Lucerys. We are from too different stations - I don't feel the same - I mean maybe I do. But we can never happen. I not a princess or Lady just a servant that's all."

He blinked raising his voice at me and my words that I had spoken out towards him. "It doesn't matter that we are from two different stations, Y/n. I might not even be an actual heir to my mother. I don't look like my father I look more like my mothers guard...so we can be together. We could go to my mother and declare we are in love." Shaking my head I wanted to believe him. It wasn't right for us to be together. "Luke I'm sorry I just-" He cut me off slowly stepping forward pressing his lips onto mine making me gasp. Resting my hands on his shoulders I kicked him back enjoying the feeling until he broke the gentle kiss resting his forehead against mine. "Please Y/n, just give us a chance. I want you and I will do everything I can to convince my mother to move you up in station." Squeezing his shoulders I fling my arms around the young prince and he hugs me back but I don't say anything else, for I knew in this world it was harder for real love to be stronger than arrangements by houses.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#lucerys velaryon x female reader #lucerys velaryon x you #lucerys velaryon x y/n #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd season 1 #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon spoilers

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soapskneebrace · 3 months

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Be annoying! This is your blog! You are stronger than me because I wouldn’t have handled this nonsense with so much understanding and grace. The answer to such a chronically online and ill intended take is indeed to speak up even louder! Obviously nobody deserves to get a wave of hate and you were right in immediately interfering but don’t dish out what you can’t serve yk? 🤷🏽 What happened to block and move on?!

You know at the end of the day I won’t really understand why people feel the need to do what the person in question did. They made fun of me, behind my back, for the crime of…being annoying about something important to me?

Like, I guess it’s never happened to them that they’ve cared so much about something that it made them insufferable to others. I guess they’ve never had a single cringey thing about them, or at least not one they haven’t immediately flagellated themself for in front of their peers to preempt getting made fun of.

#answered

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todayisafridaynight · 10 months

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WHAT DO YOU MEAAANNN "MID" THAT COMIC GOES SO HARD AND NOT FOR ANYTHING... THAT WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT VERBATIM... THIS GOES HARD. Incredibly effective composition and symbolism and use of values and shadow on the first page ESPECIALLY (I would love to hear what the third eye symbolizes as mentioned in your tags :) ) but. But. But like. Masato being Arakawa's comfort and not recognizing it and certainly not remembering it when he's older... despite how much it means to Arakawa in the moment... owwww owwie

I was gonna ramble about how much it hits home to depict Yoko as non-human because the nightmares that have stuck with the most about my mom were like that But Enough Of That We Get It... at any rate, as always, take care and I hope you get some good news soon!

thank you so much ♪(´▽｀) !! it generally felt like somethin i dont really post (but horror/blood is something i really love and love to draw), so its why i was especially excited to share it and see what people thought: im glad people like it from what i see (❁´◡`❁) ! and im glad the lack of color wasn't anything detrimental- it might have worked better in this instance. maybe.

i dont ever 'title' things per say since i feel weird doin it BUT i guess captions serve as the title sometimes. so the caption 'matrophobia' is really ironic with that whole aspect in relation to masato being arakawa's Everything: on the one hand, it can just be a general fear of your mother, but on the other hand it could also be the fear of becoming like your mother. if i ever intended to go through with a jo variant, 'patrophobia' would for sure be the title with that ambiguity in mind, but (and i suppose in both instances) with this its more ironic here since masato is the one who ends up the most like his parents' abusers- which ultimately just makes things more bittersweet in that moment dont it (´▽｀ ;;;) on top of masato being arakawa's comfort, it's not just masato himself being the only reason: tying back into the alt. meaning of matrophobia, it's also a relief for arakawa in that he didn't turn out like his mother- which, again, makes everything so bittersweet in the end. its like spiders in my brain when it comes to that whole aspect in regards to the arakawa family's history and dynamics...... it makes me insane to be blunt ☠️

ah but yeah ! i decided to make her an actual perceivable monster so people who. DON'T. have issues with either of their parents could get a better feeling of what it is like to have a troublesome parent/s (id rather see wolves in my dreams than my mom on that note- even if they were going to bite my face off ( ´◡` ;;; ) ). i ran out of tags before i could make any more notes i had while drawing （；´x｀） but i do have more and i'll be glad to explain the missing eye bit ! under the cut since it'll just be me rambling bout symbolism ig and its gonna get long (´▽｀;;; )

when it came to the third/center eye being missing specifically, i did it in relation to how the third eye can relate to enlightenment or higher knowledge. definitely just as a result of projection, but its cause all the time when i was growing up my mom would not only assert and act as if Her Way Was The Right Way and that she knew everything, but that i should only go to her if i needed help and no one else could help me- hence it being missing being a reflection of how that notion isn't true (or always true i should say). as en extension, it's also a dig at how enlightened persons are supposed to help others reach enlightenment- yk, guide them. yet, again, in this case, they're only doing harm.

that's all for the third eye bit, but also just some other things i didnt have room to ramble bout last post: i had her lips be torn away to constantly show her fangs since. well. i dont have to explain it i guess: its just meant to highlight the never ending feeling of danger when around her (and the promise of danger). her nose being gone is purposeful too: in animals, the smell of your family's significant and it helps you find out Which One Is Yours right. in her nose being gone- again, more projection and personal problems on my part- it's a way to emphasize the separation between mother and child: 'you're no longer my kid anymore, i can't even recognize your scent'. of course, that's only to the mother: she is the only one no longer able to say they're family because she can't smell that shared scent anymore. in reality, they could very much smell the same, it's just the mother's unwilling to accept that anymore.

i know i mentioned the flowers in my initial post, but her wearing a flower shirt really was convenient since it allowed me to add those thorns and vines. when you have a troublesome parent like that, the feeling of not just being trapped is there, but it's painful- it's not something you can deal with quietly. even if you're not interacting with the parent directly, the thought of their presence or the unfortunate thoughts that come about as a result of having been around them so long are a constant thorn in the side. if i may make a pun ( ´uゝ` )

alright NOW i think i've covered everything i wanted to. without all the symbolism aside, i hope she at least looks grotesque for people to enjoy without the added thought- and i hope i didn't overdue it. in any case im glad you enjoyed it !! i hope you'll enjoy the next comic i get out (❁´◡`❁) if i ever start it and i dont abandon it midway through ( ❁´◡`❁ ;;;)

#long post #snap chats #every day i think of the nice tags someone left about how they really love analyzing my comics so ive tried to put more effort into them #im glad its payin off ♪(´▽｀) i hope ♪(´▽｀;;; )#ALSO OOPS I RAMBLED VERY LONG #my sister told me to go to therapy but therapy's expensive and i already know what my problem is so this is close enough ig LMAO #in that sorry for turning you into my therapist（＞人＜；）it wont happen again. ill still complain bout my life tho LMAO just not so directly #did i have anything else i want to add..... ill think over it carefully this time unlike last time so i dont type an essay again #OH I REMEMBERED buddhism is. crucial to me #its always weird to refer to buddhism as a religion imo and i dont like to label myself anyhow so i wont confidently say im buddhist #plus id feel ashamed for calling myself one when im such a sporadic person ☠️☠️#but ive followed it for years and i turn to it whenever im in especial peril and i generally keep it in mind when. Existing #so thats an extra personal reason for the third eye bit #alright NOW im done speaking (*￣▽￣*) now lets see if i actually draw today ☠️☠️#i hope i get good news soon.. if not this ask was definitely lovely to get so i'll be fine i think- so thank you again for writing ! (❁´◡`❁

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kuroosdarling · 9 months

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omg aims wait I forgot that I wanted to share knight!kuroo thoughts help

do yk the anime Akatsuki no yona? if not plspls watch it! Knight Kuroo who’s known u since u were kids, teasing u, silly banter etc etc. It’s when u two hit, ur father officially entrusts kuroo to protect u, to accompany u at all times (which he already did).

he would take u horse riding, sword fighting n sometimes without anyone knowing he would sneak u out of the palace n into the main city. The smile u gave him, the way ur eyes shined at the thought of being away from the palace, away from all the rules n restrictions a princess has to follow.

the silly little banters GOD, that’s the best part. He loved how quick u were with the clever comebacks to his teasing, ur confidence, charm….knight!kuroo loved it all a bit too much. by the time he realises he shouldn’t hold such feelings for a friend, a princess he’s meant to serve nevertheless, it’s too late n he’s fallen too deep.

ur not any better…always looking forward to ur shenanigans, wanting to stare into his pretty eyes all day. his confidence, authoritativness, charm, suave nature draws u in. he constantly reminds himself that he can never have u, that you’re way out of his league. a mere knight he is n not a prince worthy of ur love. He’s got no castle, carriages or riches but god, he’s willing to do anything or give up anything for u.

ur parents decide u r of marriageable age n spread the word so that other princes come in n offer their proposals. everyday there’s many princes walking into ur palace, trying to charm u with honey like words, doing all it takes to impress u but ur heart already belongs to someone else, someone u cannot have. the princes try n fail one by one, dejected coz it’s YOU of all people that’s rejecting them, who wouldn’t want to marry u?

kuroo sees this princes go in n he prays to every deity that u say no. he does wanna see u happily married, but the thought of u being with another man? disgusting. i just know he makes judgy faces at the guys who try to win ur heart. nsjsjd oh if it’s the other way around? Kuroo is a handsome man n one would be a fool to not try to bag him. The ladies in the palace love him, a few giving him that look. Worse when he plays nice n gives them a shy smile. ur so pissed at him that u wanna kiss that smile off his face.

I need to shut up i’m so sorry 😭

zuro anon

OH MY GOD !!! u spoil me, u truly do. i am so obsessed with all of this !! please you can come here anytime and talk about this man with me !!

royal au + childhood friends to lovers w kuroo is the dreamiest dream !!! sneaking out of the castle w him would be so fun … he shows you a different side of life that you would’ve lost if you stayed cooped up in the castle like the king intended. (it’s giving aladdin vibes ngl 🤭 LOVE !)

i know he’d tear himself up for falling for you lowkey. he feels it’s his duty to protect you and be there for you but he probably feels a little guilty about it all. especially since the king placed so much trust into him, but he can’t help it !! you’re too wonderful !!

jealous knight!kuroo now .. oh my god you have me THINKING. the fic i had going for kuroo is basically this : you’re at the ball and dancing with the prince that your parents are heavily encourging you to marry. and he’s so besides himself … eventually he whisks you away and confesses to you. and ofc you return his affection!! so he’s overwhelmed with passion and starts kissing you. he starts to take you right there in the hallway but quickly collects himself and realizes that you deserve more than that. so he takes you to your room and …

but omg the tables turning and you being jealous of the other girls ?? OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !! UR BRAIN !!! yes. absolutely yes. he probably catches on too because he’s so in tune to you. but in the end, his heart belongs to you and no other person could take that away.

IM IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS !!! thank u for fueling my brainrot <3333

#adding that anime to my list ASAP !#thinking so many THOUGHTS !!#digs thru my wips to find knight!kuroo once again #u are a treasure #⁺. ʚ just chatting ɞ ⋆˙#⁺. ʚ stream chat: zuro anon ɞ ⋆˙

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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ their partner's a volleyball player ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure's reaction to their partner / significant other who plays volleyball and is on a team.

info. fluff, treasure x gn!reader.

warnings. teeth-rotting, foot kicking, writing in your diary, twirling your hair fluff, grammatical errors, lowercase and smaller text intended. not proofread, profanity!

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . three words: your biggest cheerleader. like pom poms and ALL! he's so proud of you and has the hugest smile. crinkled eyes-smile lines-all teeth on display-type of smile. doesn't know shit about volleyball but one day he's just like "teach me pls" and you do. surprisingly good at it??? he likes to watch you practice :3 when you have matches, he's quick to bring all the boys along and cheer you and your team. yk how he dresses with lots of accessories? he has a pin of your jersey number on whatever he wears to your games. has it on his beret, or his bag tbh he always has it pinned somewhere wherever he goes :'( tries to make it to every game, always the loudest one. "go y/n! go y/n! go y/n!" "block... y/N blOck!!! BLOCKKKK!!!!" always have to to shush him but he quite literally could care less bc he loves you so much... why wouldn't he cheer the loudest? <3

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . has somewhat of a clue on what's going on. knows a decent amount of lingo and is super willing to play with you. doesn't go easy on you and is highly competitive 😭 my man never lets you win a game WILLINGLY LMFAOOOO somehow you always beat his ass and he always says shit like "bro. i let you win c'mon now!!! let's go again ಠ╭╮ಠ" sorest loser of all losers bro. down bad for you though, has never missed a match and is always seen front row seats. he'll never let you know but he shows up hella early to always get good seats. screams like an absolute idiot but yk... he's your idiot!!! oh and if he does ever win when you play together... sucka will be sooo cocky about it saying something like "i'm wayyy better than you 😹😹" dawg you literally had to serve 5 times in a row because you kept missing the ball 😭😭

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . screams in extra tiny!!! words aren't enough words to show you how cool he thinks you are. he's somewhat sporty (?) i guess you could say but watching you play and seeing your passion for it has him hittin the dougie straight up bro 😭 he also likes to tag along when you have practice. "y/n... where are you going? :'(" "heading to practice yoshi, wanna come along?" "yEAH!!!!" he likes to clap his hands rather than scream bc he's a little too embarrassed but if you win... bro... he is screaming from the rooftops about it and how much he loves you. brings j-line along and they all scream in tiny together. saw you blocking and was like??? HUH??? and he gets super nervous about your hands and if they hurt. sometimes he'll wrap tape around your fingers to prevent them from getting more injured awww!!! one day you were running a little late bc you couldn't find your knee pads and he... literally... offered... his... to... use... even... though... he... had... practice... the same... day.... </3 how cute aieoqldkoenrfkfopeeo

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . as no clue what's going on but he's glad to be there pt. 2 my man has no idea what even volleyball is. okay... he knows obvi you're hitting a ball back and forth... right??? no, kyu, no. sometimes has to wake up early for your matches and is basically a zombie during your whole match but you always make it up to him by buying him food even though you don't need to bc he'll go to every match but hey... it's free food!! doesn't know what do with his hands when he gets excited. he'll clap, clasp them together, wave them in the air, or shake his hands in excitement while watching you play. one day, he watched you spike for the very first time and he was literally like ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ what? so confused but was so fascinated. actually asked you to recreate it but he wanted to try and block it. he failed but did you let him win after that and he was boasting about it? yeah. and did he say that he was a better player than you? yeah. but it's junkyu... he can say wtv he wants because you love him so slay speak your truth!!!

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . almost always yelling "go y/n! go y/n! go y/n!", he might as well be wearing pigtails and shaking pom poms T^T though mashi is on the quiet side, whenever he's at your matches, best believe he'll always be yelling. i mean... how could he not for his baby??? tell me why he's the type to be fitted tf down??? everyone's so intimated by him bc why is this man wearing a whole gucci jacket to a... volleyball... game...? always, and i mean, ALWAYS takes you out after for ice cream. no matter if it's morning, midday, or night, it's a necessity after your games. doesn't go to your practices as much but will tag along if either party asks <3 runs up to you, hugs you hella tight, and spins you around like in a romcom movie <3

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . smiley. literally smiling the entire time. likes to wear your team's colors either subtly or full on colorblock 😭 loves when you score, you'll point, wink or blow kisses at one another. always nags at you to stretch so you don't get hurt and when you do he's so quick to be by your side and once you heal up, starts the process of nagging all over again. always brings extra water, snacks and finger tape... mans has a whole kit named "y/n's volleyball kit! <3" and brings it to every. single. game. if he sees something outta pocket like the opposing team cheating, he'll always point it out to you whenever you can. why do i feel like y'all have telepathic skills?? jae says some shit in his head like "y/n... player 34 is acting sus" n you be thinking THE EXACT SAME THING 😭

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . keeps quiet but is always watching. whenever you score, he always has a "wow my baby is so talented" smile on his face. if you need a more specific visual, it's the absolute dopiest, all teeth on display, sickly sweet laugh!!! i'm actually losing my mind rn thinking abt it he def only has eyes on you instead of the game. sometimes he'll watch you but it's like you're magnetic... his eyes are just drawn to you <3 the type to see the opposing team do something out of pocket and just boo them, thumb facing down and all 😭 doesn't exactly verbalize that he's proud but you can tell by his actions. after your games, he'll cling onto you more, dare i say it... hold your hand if you win!!! cutest baby ever <3

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . i need to say it... i can't keep it in,,, park jihoon 2.0!!! you score and he's like "ehhhhhh" smirk and all BRO!!! can't help but clap loudly and say "wAHHHHH!!!!!" is so down bad that he's always like "how do i even breath the same air as you..." he's so... in love with you in all aspects but he truly loves watching you play. so starstruck, can't help but watch you with a dropped jaw with sparkles in his eyes <3 wants to learn how to play and when you're game, he's literally on it. bc duh... he's THE BANG YEDAM!!! you're definitely surprised when he spikes and you're left looking like (* ^ ω ^) so proud of him n you hit him with the "that's my bf (´ ∀ ` *)" cue yedam blushing and waving you off.

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . you both made a deal to go to each other's practice when you have the time. sometimes your prac schedule overlaps and of doyoung knows that his practice isn't THAT important, he'll skip just to watch you play. when your practice does end, he'll ask your coach if you two can stay behind in the gym to play with one another and the answer's always yes does doyoung use his bunny eyes? yes. and it works every time. not as good as you but is definitely decent enough for you to play an actual game. "yeah... i've watched haikyuu... aren't you a setter?" "no doyoung... i'm literally a middle blocker..." "oh (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)" isn't sure what positions are which but like i said... he's just happy to be there! brings his hyungs along to watch you and they always tease him for how in loveeeee he is with you. "y/n and doyoung sitting in a tre-" "sHUT UP JEONGWOO"

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . literally had to drag him to your game because he's THAT lazy. once he sees how absolutely amazing you are and how you absolutely demolish the court, best believe he'll come along. "hey babe, when's your next game?" "uh... the season's done..." "WHAT??????!!!!!!!" kisses def calm in down. one time, he painted his your nails with your team's colors and behind your back, did his nails to match <3 when you win... dolphin screech for the win man!!! permanently set as ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ when he runs over to you and jumps and down while linking your hands <3

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . comes along willingly, sometimes misses your games bc yk my boi... he's never missed a day of practice in his entire life 😭 for some reason always bring up the fact that he's played basketball. "i literally play volleyball woo... ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)" "nO IK I JUST WANTED TO LYK HAHA (^～^;)ゞ" LIKE BRO WHAT??? pretty lowkey and isn't as hype as the other boys but will always celebrate when you win and makes it a rule to cheer you up if you do lose. he hates seeing you upset about it. def the type to trash talk about the other team. "they literally had the ugliest colors on anyways babe... don't waste your tears on them!!" makes you crack up frfr

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . little too embarrassed to admit that he loves watching you play but somehow he's always at your games. i don't think he's ever missed a game and you ask him about but he always hits you with the "don't worry bout it sweetheart <(￣︶￣)>" def uses his puppy dog eyes and juts his lip out at hyunsuk asking if he can skip practice and ofc he says yes and it's totally not bc of his soft spot for the tall baby or anything.. hahah.... one time you dove for the ball and he literally screamed because that was the first time he's seen you do that and he thought you fainted and died for a second. everyone looks at him and he gets embarrassed and shuts up for the rest of the game... you on the other hand... literally could not stop laughing 😭 asks why he screamed and he's literally so dramatic about it "i thought you died :'(" you have to hug him to make him feel better T^T

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume @tayhunwoo @h4chi @enhacolor @wonluvrbot @rutowonz @setakdongies @ncizen @byeongsung @kyufilms

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. sorry for being inactive, i've had bad writer's block and since it's getting hotter here, everyone wants to come into my store n shit like bruh 😭😭 give a mf some room to breath!!!! can't even eat my dayum sandwich suckaaaa!!!!

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anonquack · 3 years

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| Take Care |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: None, a little bit angsty. This takes place in the past !! so technology is not necessarily available yk?

Summary: Being with Alex means sneaking out, it means risking getting caught, it means, lying to your parents.. but it's worth it in both of your eyes. After getting caught, you two must find a way to keep in touch and keep the relationship thriving.

You'd been staring out the window for what felt like hours now. Watching as the dark blues morphed into oranges and light blues. The idea of being able to see him soon kept you up the whole night. Last you'd seen him had been about 3 days ago, before he told you he'd be off at his grandparent's house, and wouldn't be back until the weekend.

That's why you watched the sunrise with such urgency. As soon as there was light outside, it meant he was back home. It meant seeing him again.

The bright light that slowly infiltrated your room brought a light sting to your eyes. Perhaps staying up late enough to see the sun rise wasn't the best idea, but there was no other way to calm your nerves.

As the sun found its place in the sky, and the sound of nearby roosters filled your ears, you couldn't help but feel tingles throughout your whole body. The clock was ticking, and it was ticking fast. You'd get to see him before you knew it.

Once you deemed it a reasonable time to be out of bed, you got up and headed to the kitchen in search of something to eat. Something to truly help get the day started.

The food you served yourself wasn't even properly enjoyed, far too focused on what you'd wear once you headed back up to your room. How you'd dress yourself in preparation for seeing him again after what felt like an eternity.

After breakfast and a quick look through your closet, you found yourself patting and dusting yourself off to ensure you looked presentable, pleasant to the eye. One look in the mirror and you deemed yourself ready to head out and towards where you and Alex usually met.

On your way to the front door, a loud voice demanded your attention, asking where you were off to in such a hurry. You excused yourself, telling them you were on your way to meet a friend. And yes, you'd eaten breakfast already. After a quick nod of approval, you were on your way out of the house.

You didn't think you'd ever speed walked somewhere as fast as you'd done just now. Urgency in each of your steps, eagerness pouring out of you with each exhale.

But the tree was empty. He was nowhere in sight. Perhaps you'd gotten here too fast, eagerness leading to you being too early. That made sense.

Taking a seat on the grass, you waited patiently to see if he'd show up. Of course he would. Meeting up at this tree had become your thing. If he ever needed to find you, he'd find you here. Vice versa.

It didn't take long before he appeared before you, in all his glory. Your eyes scanned him shamelessly. You'd missed the sight of him. And it had only been three days.

Clean slacks, suspenders resting nicely on top of his white button-up shirt. The three buttons left undone at the top allowed his collarbones to be on display, even if just a little. It also exposed his honey-like skin to the world. And his shoes, slightly dirty from the dirt path he'd taken to get to where you two found yourselves now.

Truly a sight to behold. You stood to your feet, smile growing instantly. He smiled back before you found yourself engulfed by his arms, head tucked neatly under his chin.

"How was the visit?" You finally asked after minutes of staying in the embrace. He began to tell you, later slipping into different conversation.

"I missed you." He mumbled into your hair, to which you responded by nuzzling your face into his chest.

He was leaning against the tree with you placed between his legs, back resting on his chest. His fingers moved slowly against your hair, and you worried sleep would finally catch up with you after staying up all night.

"How'd you manage to come out here?" He asked, sending a smile your way and breaking you out of the relaxing trance his fingers had left you in.

You couldn't help but smile back before shrugging slightly. "Just told them I had to meet with a friend."

"Lying to your parents, hm?" He raised an eyebrow, making a small 'tch' sound and shaking his head. "What if they find out?"

Your body visibly stiffened at that. "They won't, unless you tell them." You carefully positioned yourself so you were sitting facing him now. Perhaps your tone came out more serious than you'd intended, considering the conflicted look that now rested on his face.

"Why can't we just tell them we're together?" His tone was telling of how he felt. Exasperated, tired of hiding. You wanted to laugh at how insane the idea sounded, but his face told you it wouldn't be appropriate. He was serious.

"You know how they'll get." You stated softly, reaching for his hands and gently beginning to play with his fingers.

He bit the inside of his cheek, not moving his hand away, but clearly still upset.

You hated this as much as he did. Having to sneak around just to see him, lying to your parents about your whereabouts, it was all so tiresome. But it was necessary.

Your parents had freaked out at the idea of you two even being FRIENDS. You imagined they'd die of a heart attack or send you off if they ever found out.

Once you two had clearly understood that your parents weren't fond of it, he offered to meet at his place instead.

Turns out his parents weren't very fond of you either, and you never went back. It simply wasn't working out, but neither of you were willing to put an end to the relationship.

And that's how you ended up here. Lying to parents, meeting up at a tree, hands entangled and gentle whispers of the near future where you'd be able to be together, without any worries.

Even if seeing his pouty face broke your heart, you knew you couldn't tell your parents, or vice versa. It wouldn't end your problems, but rather create more. He didn't seem to understand that though, and it led to these conversations every single time.

"Soon." You stated firmly, hands moving to cup his face and leave a small kiss on his cheek. "I promise."

Although the reality that your relationship was forbidden hung over your heads daily, you both still tried to enjoy your time together as best as you could. And yes, that meant dates.

He'd come up with the idea of painting together, and you couldn't really refuse after seeing how proud of himself he was. He'd suggested you two meet by the tree with paint supplies and some extra cash for an ice cream cone or a snack after. It seemed perfect.

When the day came, you found yourself seated by him with your fresh canvas and the small containers of paint located beside you two, small brushes ready to do as your hand commanded.

The paintings had started off fairly well, him drawing what seemed like a street in town with people passing by and a pretty sky on display.

"Is that where we got our ice cream?" You asked curiously as you stared at his painting. It felt oddly familiar and warm. It amazed you how well his art was able to portray and give off such emotions.

He smiled and nodded. "That street is really pretty, so colorful." He explained, setting his brush down momentarily. "Plus, I have a lot of good memories there."

You smiled back, "Me too. It looks so pretty, Alex." You reached over to gently squish his cheek, which only made him let out a laugh before he began to question you about your own art.

After some time, both paintings were set aside to dry and you two were left with one blank canvas and an abundance of red paint. It'd been the least used in both of your creations.

You both looked at each other, and you instantly recognized that mischievous look in his eyes. "What‐?" You asked, to which he only smirked before pointing at the canvas.

"Well, we wouldn't want the canvas to go to waste.. right?" He received no response beside your wary stare. "How about we paint our hands red and put them on there? Wouldn't that be cute? We could add our little signatures on it as well."

The idea was extremely incriminating. Red paint. A canvas that had BOTH of your names on it? It was never a good idea. But he had his ways of getting others to say yes.

"If you're worried about getting caught, we can wash our hands really good to get it off. And one of us can hide the canvas in our rooms." He was so convincing, and he looked so so cute.

"Fine. But we can't wait around too long or else the paint will dry! So let's hurry." You finally responded, to which he let out a celebratory yell before coming closer and grabbing the red paint and pouring it onto his hand carefully. You did the same, and soon both of your hands were plastered onto the canvas.

It was cute, just like he'd said, and it was even cuter once he'd lazily written his name and yours under the handprints. You couldn't help but stare as he focused on adding a small little heart between the two handprints, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

Once he was done, he sat up properly and shot you a smile, to which you responded by impulsively pulling him in close for a kiss. He responded almost immediately, arms carefully wrapping around your waist as to not leave paint on your clothes. You'd done the same once you gently wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Every single date you two went on only solidified your feelings for him, and made them so much stronger. He was lovely, full of ideas, and so kind. He was perfect, but your parents would never see that. You pulled away from the kiss, only for him to pull you back in after letting you both breathe. No complaints from your part.

But definitely from your parents. You both heard a loud gasp, which had you pulling away from him within seconds. To your demise, your parents were both stood a few feet away with shock and disappointment plastered on their faces.

You both stumbled onto your feet, the words failing to leave your mouth as you tried to explain what they'd just witnessed. You felt lightheaded. How was any of this real?

"You know, the neighbor told me you'd been snooping around with a nobody, but I never took them seriously. I trusted you knew better." They spat angrily.

It suddenly made sense. The stares from the neighbor everytime you left the house and sneakily made your way to the tree. Or when he'd 'carefully' come drop you off at your house after being out all day, hidden by the night sky. Or so you two thought.

You felt numb, unable to create any sort of excuse as to why you were with him. Saying you two were friends wouldn't work, considering they'd walked in on you two kissing. And the canvas that lay between you two with handprints, signatures and hearts. There was no fixing this.

"We were going to tell you, but we knew you wouldn't approve." You finally mustered up, voice trembling in fear of the consequences. Alex was frozen in shock as well beside you.

"You've completely lost my trust." One of them said, shaking their head before looking directly at you, as if giving him a single glance would kill them. "I don't want you near this young man again, do you hear me?"

He looked hurt, but most of all he looked angry. Angry that they wouldn't just let you two be. Who were you hurting by being together?

"Not as long as they live under my roof. Now let's go." They stated just as firmly, a strong grip on your wrist and pulling you towards home, daring him and you to deceive either of them. You two were fighting a losing battle.

"They have every right to make their own decisions." He tried to state firmly, but the slight tremble in his voice was too noticeable.

"Wait. At least let me say goodbye." You pleaded, knowing they wouldn't hesitate to send you away as soon as you got home.

They let go of your wrist and you made your way over to him. You couldn't help it as the tears began to well up in your eyes. This was exactly what you feared, and it had come true.

"I guess we got caught.. red-handed." He stated after a moment of silence. His comment took you by surprise, and you couldn't help but laugh at his ability to crack a joke no matter the situation.

The tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes became more noticeable the closer you got, frown etched onto his beautiful face. Unacceptable, really.

Your eyes fell down to both of your hands that had red splotches all over them, along with the accidental red drops all over some of your clothing. "I guess we did." You finally responded. Red hand reaching for his. "I love you so much, okay? This isn't the last you're seeing of me."

"I wouldn't allow that anyway. I'm not giving up on you." He whispered back, knowing there was curious ears nearby. It was a promise neither of you would break.

Even if you were getting pulled away after too long of a goodbye. Even if the canvases were left forgotten on the grass to dry. Even if it was prohibited.

No matter what.

It had gone just as you thought. You were prohibited of meeting with him, and stripped from multiple other privileges. It made no sense why they cared so much, but they did.

A promise was a promise though, and you'd managed to sneak out a few times to see him during the first few months. Each second of the meeting was bittersweet, a reminder that the moment would end sooner than later constantly there. On edge of who was nearby or if anyone had spotted you two. Horrible.

After a few of those, they'd gotten stricter, and it was harder to leave the house. It led to you resorting to writing letters. It was the only other form of communication. The house phone was an absolute no, far too risky. So you often found yourself in your room, writing letters to him about missing him and how it didn't feel the same without him around.

Everytime the mail came, you were the first to receive it. Looking for any letters from him. Taking it before any curious eyes could notice your eagerness to check the mail.

Your days were spent in bed, reading and re-reading the letters he had sent. Waiting for the next to come in the mail. It made you yearn for his company, his touch, him. The days passed with only letters from him and your own memory to remind you what he was like.

It was painful being away from him, and you couldn't really remember exactly how long it'd been since you last saw him, but one thing kept you sane. Kept you from losing faith of seeing him again. It was the promise you two had made the night your parents found out.

He wasn't going to give up on you, and you surely wouldn't give up on him either. Even if it'd been months since you last saw him. Many repetitive months of writing letters, busting missions just to get to them before your parents did, and spending your time daydreaming about him.

It would all work out in the end. It had to. You'd both make it work.

No matter what.

You really didn't know how long it'd been at this point, since you'd last seen him. But you knew exactly when the letters stopped coming.

It'd been exactly 6 weeks and 4 days since the last letter of his came in the mail. You'd sent one back not too long after, but he hadn't returned one to this day. Usually his letters came 3 days later, the latest.

You couldn't help it whenever your mind wandered to the possibilities of why the letters stopped coming. Every sick idea that entered your mind seemed possible. It'd been far too long since you'd last seen him.

You had no way of knowing if he was healthy and thriving, if he'd gotten sick recently, or if his parents had found out about the letters. Even worse, if he had moved on by now.

It made you sick to your stomach just thinking of it all. Had you done something to upset him? Maybe you were bitching too much in your letters and he'd grown tired of you. Maybe the tone of your words were far too longing for him.

You had no way of knowing. No way of confirming your thoughts.

No matter how many weeks passed, you desperately clung onto the hope that a letter would come. Surely, eventually, and it would explain his absence. It would come if you believed hard enough.

But 6 weeks became 10, and then it became 15. 15 weeks without him, without any response. No knowledge of his whereabouts or well-being.

"What about the promise we made each other?" Is something you'd asked yourself frequently over the last 15 weeks, but no answer. At least not one you wanted to hear or even acknowledge.

You sat at your desk now, fresh sheet of paper ready next to your pen. You couldn't keep living like this. In suspense and longing.

The guilt was eating at you as you wrote 'Dear Alex,' onto the page, but the reminder that he was the one that hadn't written back helped ease the growing pain in your chest.

He hadn't kept his promise. He'd broken it after 15 weeks of not responding. You'd waited around for so long, but who knows if he'd moved on and left you behind, or whatever else could've happened.

Your hand froze, gently biting at the inside of your cheek, too scared to truly put an end to this. But it was necessary. It's what you needed in order to be able to breathe properly again, to sleep well at night, to stop the ache in your chest.

The times you'd been out in town with your parents, there was no sight of him. You'd visited the tree a few times since the last letter came in, and nothing.

You had to let him go, just as he had let you go.

'I don't know what happened to cause you to stop writing to me, but I've had enough time to speculate and overthink the answer to that.'

You paused. If this would be the last letter you wrote to him, you didn't want it to sound so bitter. You still loved him, and he was your first love. You could never truly hate him. But you had to let go. How to convey that in a single letter?

'I can only hope that you're holding up alright. I've missed you dearly since the last letter you wrote to me, and I hope you know that I truly do love you. Far too much for my heart to handle.'

'Which is why this is the last letter I'll be sending you. For my wellbeing, for my mental health. I can't sit here and worry for you every single day. I tried waiting around for you, but it seems you've given up on me before I could even think of giving up on you.'

'I will keep the memories we made in my heart and mind always, and I hope your memory of me is fond, and that you loved me as much as I loved you.'

'Thank you so much for making these the most wonderful years of my life. I'll forever remember you fondly. I wish you the best in life and in health.'

You paused. Was this enough? You didn't want to overwhelm him, if he even did end up reading your letter. One last look through the letter and you let out a small sigh. This was it. You just had to sign it, package it nicely into its envelope, and send it off to him.

In hopes that he'd receive it, read it, and that it would bring peace to your heart. Even if it meant not knowing of him anymore. You could only hope.

You wiped your eyes, a small smile on your face, a hushed "Thank you" escaping your lips as you finally signed near the end of the page,

'Take Care' .

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Heyyy, do You think it was justified the way casca was going to commit suicide, or it was something that Miura did just so that guts could save her and have sex with her? Does it make sense yo You?

I started out answering this with an "absolutely not well justified" response, but yk what, that's not entirely true.

imo it's bad writing if we're meant to see Guts and Casca's relationship as genuinely romantic, healthy, and positive. I'll say that straight up. If we're meant to see Casca falling for Guts as a step in the right direction for her, then that is just bad fuckin writing all around, and the suicide attempt specifically makes it even worse.

Casca gets a monologue in which she tells Guts that she was lying to him and herself when she said she wanted to be Griffith's sword, because what she really wants is to fuck him, and now he's probably dead and she's apparently not actually all that personally invested in his dream of a utopian kingdom, so her life feels worthless now, plus the last year has been hell, so see ya. Then Guts saves her and they start fucking and she's like, well what the hell I'm also in love with Guts, which is something that's been causing me existential angst this last year as well, guess I can give this a shot. Presto, mental health crisis solved, Casca no longer depressed now that she got laid.

So that sucks.

Buuuuut on the other hand I think you can make a pretty solid case that fucking Guts is not actually a step in the right direction for Casca, but rather, the continuation of a negative cycle.

Casca's own justification for killing herself there honestly could work in theory. Like yes I will always be disappointed personally by any narrative in which a female character is presented as someone with ideals and goals and personal desires but oops that was actually a bait and switch because those were all lies she told herself to stay in denial about being in love with a dude and having no sense of self outside of him. That inherently pisses me off no matter what else happens with her narrative, even if it's 100% purposeful for the sake of exploring that as a flaw. A woman being romantically obsessed with a dude is not a flaw I would choose to read about if I had a choice.

Like okay, I've ranted about how misogynist the writing is here before, and I do stand by that. I just re-read and nodded along to my own post there. BUT it like, it arguably serves the story, honestly, lol. Everyone's lying to themselves about being in love with someone throughout the Golden Age, from Casca to Judeau to the King and Queen. It's a motif, and one that fits the griffguts subtext like a glove, so while I hate it in Casca's case, I can live with it because it fits the Golden Age theme of repression.

And like I said there is a strong case to be made that Casca isn't overcoming that flaw by falling for Guts, she's just repeating it.

It sucks that the only GA female main character's narrative is all about falling in obsessive love with dudes who save her and dedicating her life to them, but the silver lining is that it really does read like a pointedly negative thing to me.

And if that's the case, then gtsca hooking up after the suicide attempt is a bandaid solution that doesn't solve Casca's actual problems rather than an actual solution to the factors that drove her to suicide, which is a little better than healing sex lol, and pretty strongly implied with Guts’ “Don’t think about those things. All you need is to feel alive” prelude statement.

(Plus just look at Casca all eager about Guts taking her with him when he leaves again vs how she responds when she watches him fight the kinds of strong enemies his dream entails fighting, ie by crying, wishing he would just run away, and telling him to die by himself while bandaging him up afterwards. Pretty strong hint that leaving with Guts wasn't actually going to be a great time for her.)

It also means her reason for killing herself, ie being in love with Griffith who is gone now, isn't about being in love with the wrong dude but rather about having no self esteem outside of the hope of reciprocated romantic feelings, epecially as a result of formative traumatic childhood experiences like the rest of our main characters, which is at least a better character note than driven to suicide bc the dude she likes doesn't like her back, and saved from that despair when this other dude she likes does like her back this time.

Though that said, it's a bit of a stretch for me to believe all that is the authorially intended reading of Casca's character because, I mean, look at the rest of the women in Berserk. When every other woman in the story is also obsessed with a dude it gets harder to believe that he put that much thoughtfulness into Casca’s version lol. But either way, it still makes sense to me and fits the story. And tbh I do still believe that Miura intended for Casca to have a pattern of falling for saviours, even if it’s one he repeats with a bunch of other women too, and I do think it was intended to have negative repercussions. Like I doubt the takeaway was meant to be that Casca needs to work on her self-esteem outside her relationships with men lol, but yk, some of it is probably intended.

So like, tl;dr I think the reasoning Casca gives on page for her suicide attempt sucks but it sucks less if you see her relationship with Guts as an unfortunate result of the character flaws that drove her to that point in the first place rather than the solution to her problems.

Thanks for the ask, hope that made sense to you as an answer!

#also like the rest of gtsca the one thing it adds to the story is griffguts subtext #in that if as is stated in the text she's killing herself because she's in love with griffith and he's out of the picture then well #it makes a neat parallel to griffith's suicide attempt when he thinks guts is leaving again #though ofc griffith's is much better written by virtue of having a shitload of characterization outside his romantic feelings #as well as those romantic feelings being much better written by themselves #a #ask #Anonymous #character: casca #ship: gtsca #theme: repression #theme: trauma #theme: critique #theme: misogyny

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selfcarecap · 2 years

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Glad to see you relish Eternals as much as I did. What are your genuine thoughts about the movie in general, and do you have nitpicks? (No pressure if you don't feel like answering this, let alone in an overly in-depth manner. This is, in no way, intended to force your opinion, nor is it to start a discourse – solely out of sincere curiosity and appreciation.)

Also, in response to your previous post: I think Ikaris is an amazing character and, as a welcomed bonus, serves great looks. Pretty man with a pretty accent. (Me, once again, unabashedly loving the Scottish accent.)

-sparkles

Okay so I’m gonna watch it again soon but it’s been a few months since I watched it soo let me think skshsh, I’m probably forgetting a lot of things 😭

First of all I just love the vibes? It’s so different from any other marvel movie and I really really like how they made this one look? Like I love the visuals. But I mainly like the characters (like… 90% of them I think lol) and the relationships between them. The plot, again, felt soo different from what marvel usually does and at first I was a bit confused and didn’t know what to make of it but I ended up reallyyyy liking it 🥰 It was definitely weird tho that they didn’t have like one villain to defeat as in yk.. a person who they end up killing or something, so that was the only thing that I guess.. confused me a bit? Well not confused but it was just different and something I’m (We’re) not used to and.. yeah, was a little weird for me but not bad, just unusual.

But yeah even tho there were a lot of characters which meant we weren’t able to get to know any (or most) of them that well, I still enjoyed the characters and their different personalities and relationships the most 😌

And omg rightttt he’s so hot 😭 He’s not even my type (I mean objectively he’s still attractive) but the accent?? Yup, it’s the accent for me. He can do anything to me as long as he opens his mouth (to talk..)

#sparkles #i took so long to phrase my thoughts and then i ended up deleting most of it sksjsjs

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Project #マイヤイヤ

It’s almost December 11 so it’s time to make another post about our project. HERE’s the original post in case you want to check it out. We have refined our plan a bit so I would like to remind everyone of the guidelines/rules. I would also like to provide some clarifications regarding our intentions. In the past two weeks I have received many questions so this will also serve as a sort of FAQ.

Guidelines/rules:

Date: December 25th at 7 a.m. (Japanese Standard Time); Please try to post as close to 7 a.m as possible. We want all of our tweets to be posted at approximately the same time. Everything posted before 12 a.m. (JST) should be fine though.

Platform: Twitter (a public account is required!)

Tags: => Hikaru’s tag (@Hikaru_0702_) => Takeshi Kato’s tag (@kaxtupe - he is one of the editors at SPICE) [EDIT : Tagging @kaxtupe is NO LONGER part of the rules ] => #マイヤイヤ

Message needs to consist of two main parts: => words of gratitude/appreciation for the past ten years. => words of support for the future (the individual paths they are taking)

Message must contain a photo/gif/video of yourself: => You can hide your face; => The photo needs to be related to Kalafina in a creative/unique way;

Message must contain the place you are from (country, city or both);

Message is restricted to English! However, please feel free to add a “thank you” or a “Merry Christmas” in your native language!

Important Notes:

Once more I would like to emphasise how very important it is that you stick to all the rules. We want this to be a positive experience for the girls.

Do not make the message about your own frustration, sadness and desire. I know it is tempting but this project is supposed to convey nothing but positivity, it is intended to show our appreciation and support for Wakana, Keiko and Hikaru;

We will not demand anything from the girls. We will not ask them to return to Kalafina. We will not ask them to join Yuki Kajiura, we will not pressure them into making announcements regarding their future, we will not pressure them to interact more with the fans or in Keiko’s case to return to the public eye etc;

I have created a twitter account (@MODmaiyaiya) in order to better moderate our project. Feel free to follow that account. I will be posting a few reminders and possibly even a countdown so no one forgets to post their tweet on Dec 25 at 7 am (JST). Also, if you want to say something particular but you are not sure if you will be violating our rules, please don’t hesitate to send a DM to @MODmaiyaiya. I will try my best to help you out. On Dec 25 I will frequently check the tag to see if everyone is sticking to the rules.

Positive example 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Hikaru’s tag ✓ , SPICE guy tag ✓ , common tag ✓ , words of gratitude ✓ , words of support ✓ , city/country of origin ✓ , picture of yourself (hidden face is fine | related to Kalafina) ✓, no demands/no pressure/no negative content ✓

Note: As you can see, there is not much space left so you can be a little creative and use your picture to add some additional text. For example you could include your city/country and “thank you” in your native language as text field in your pic. You can add up to four pictures to a tweet.

Negative example 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Hikaru’s tag ✓, SPICE guy tag ✓, common tag ✓, YK’s tag ✕, words of gratitude ✕, words of support ✕, city/country of origin ✕, picture of yourself ✕, no demands/no pressure/no negative content ✕

Frequently Asked Questions

Won’t this seem like an act of pity? No! Why should we pity them? They are grown women who have chosen to take a different path in life. No reason whatsoever to feel sorry for them. If YOU feel sorry for them or pity them then okay, there’s nothing we can do about that but it’s certainly not our intention to make a pity fest out of our project. As is stated in the rules/guidelines/notes, this project is not about your emotions. All we are doing is showing our gratitude for the past ten years and making sure they know they have our full support for whatever they decide to do next.

Won’t this project stress the girls/make them feel bad? If everyone sticks to the rules then no, this project is in no way capable of stressing/pressuring them. Our project is supposed to be a selfless act of kindness. We are simply saying, "no matter what you do, no matter which roads you take, no matter how long it will take you, you've got my support". Our message is supposed to be positive but neutral. We are showing gratitude and support without expecting anything in return so how would that ever make them feel bad? Plus, I will be moderating the tag so I will try to make sure that any sort of negative content gets removed again.

Why is this project conducted on Dec 25 and not on Jan 23? As previously explained, Dec 25 is universally known as a day of love and rejoicing, it’s a time for giving so it seems very much suitable to conduct our project on that day. We decided against Jan 23 for various reasons. Most importantly, we intentionally chose a day that’s not heavily related to Kalafina beacuse we did not want to make them feel bad or pressured. We believe that posting our tweets on Jan 23 (or any other BIG Kalafina day) somehow implies that we want them to get back together. There is a sense of not wanting to let go of Kalafina. While I am sure that's true for most of us we really don't wanna burden the girls with our wishes. As for our other main reason, we assume that LOTS of Kalafina fans will be posting something on Jan 23 so it would be overkill to add our project on top of that. Others have suggested Jan 1 to be a much better fit than Dec 25 since that day has much more importance in the Japanese culture compared to Dec 25 which is merely a commercial day of celebration. That is true of course but that is the exact reason why we are NOT doing it on Jan 1. That day is too important and it’s meant for family and your loved ones. No reason to spam someone’s social media account on such a day.

Do I really have to post a picture of myself? Yes, you could even say that your picture is the main focus of this project. Our intention is to show them, "look, here is someone who has supported you in the past and who will continue to support you" so the picture is in fact supposed to show your "physical self". But since many people are not comfortable with showing themselves we included that part about hiding your face. So you can blur out your face or put a big fat smiley on top of it (whatever you prefer).

Can I post a gif/video instead of a picture? As long as you are in that gif/video and it is somehow related to Kalafina, then yes, it is fine, e.g. you can post a video of yourself covering a Kalasong or a gif of yourself showcasing your Kalacollection etc...

Why do I need to write in English? My English is very bad. Can’t we do it in our native language? This project will be conducted by foreign fans from all over the world but we want to keep things in order. This is why we thought it best to use a common/international language. Plus, we want our messages to be easily understood. I know English isn’t everyone’s native language (it isn’t mine either) but I think we can make this work. Our message space is very limited so this project is not about writing an essay, you can write a letter to them if there’s a lot you want to tell them. All you need for THIS project is some basic vocabulary because we only want to convey simple messages. You could compare our messages to a Christmas card or a New Year’s card. Nothing fancy, nothing elaborate, just letting someone know that you still care.

Can we post our messages in Japanese? Since this is a project created by foreign fans we want it to stand out as such. Therefore we have chosen English as the common language. We don't want our project to be confused with Japanese fan projects.

Why is it necessary to tag the SPICE guy? We are tagging Takeshi Kato (@kaxtupe) in his position as SPICE editor. He frequently uses his account for work related stuff so we think he won’t mind being tagged for this particular project. We are not demanding anything from him and it’s up to him whether he ignores all the messages or actually takes a look at them. Of course we hope he checks them out and feels inspired to make a post about our project so we get some exposure but we don’t want to pressure him or anything. He was chosen because he has worked very closely together with Kalafina in the past few years and he has also shown a lot of support for Hikaru’s and Wakana’s solo activities. He is very invested and has their best interest in mind. [EDIT: Tagging @kaxtupe is NO LONGER part of the rules ] After endless consideration I have decided that it’s best not to tag Takeshi Kato. I have been preaching on and on about how our project is a simple “thank you”, no hidden agenda, no ulterior motives. While we didn’t expect Takeshi Kato to do anything we were of course hoping to get some exposure. But really, exposure in the media is not necessary to make our project successful.

Why are we not tagging Yuki Kajiura? This project is directed at the members of Kalafina ONLY, it is not about Yuki Kajiura which is why we will not be tagging her. We also don’t want to pressure the girls into rejoining Yuki Kajiura.

I would like to ask my fellow fans to share this post on as many platforms as possible. Translations are very much appreciated! Thank you in advance.

Maiyaiya~

#kalafina #personal #project appreciation and support #マイヤイヤ #maiyaiya #long post #sorry the formatting was screwed up again

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