#If you read everything wow. You're very brave.
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sanji has a crush you ♡
-> alternative title: sanji's ass is gay as fuck and you gotta deal with his flustered ass desperately trying to win you over.
-> kinda rushed aat the end
sanji is exhibiting normal sanji behavior, cutely obsessed with you and everything about you. he's soooooooooooooooooo obsessed. i'm sorry i couldnt help it. forewarning: if you are scared of obsessively in love men DO NOT READ THIS lmfao (that's a joke, but he is rlly in love w u and overwhelmingly so)
sanji x male reader
— just sanji crushing on you and acting like a whole ass middle schooler with a crush, but not in the "i'm gonna pull your hair because i like you, but i don't want you to know" type of way, rather a, "i, uhm, found this pretty flower that...i think you would like...do you like it :3"
you were lounging on the deck of sunny, basking in the sun beside robin and nami. the three of you were peacefully enjoying the breeze, while the girls were talking about their recent adventures and you happily listening on to their stories.
when suddenly, a shadow covers the sun from hitting your skin. lifting the glasses from your eyes, you grin when you notice that the figure is sanji. and he's looking everywhere but you.
"hi, [name]," he greets in a quiet voice, eyes darting everywhere but your bare torso. if he were to look at your glistening skin any longer, he might just get a really bad nosebleed...it was tempting for him, though. you were so handsome, he'd get as many deadly nosebleeds if he needed to just to stare at you longer. but for the sake of keeping you clean of his nosebleed, he continued averting his eyes.
robin and nami stopped their chatter and smiled at each other when they recognized the flustered look on sanji's face.
"hi, sanji," you said in return, leaning against your elbows to comfortably look up at him, "what's that you have there?" you ask politely,
the blonde jumped at the question, clearing his throat as he finally met your eyes, "oh, this, i thought you'd want a drink...it's your favorite," your eyes widened at that, making sanji's heart do leaps.
at moments like this, he loves being the ship's chef. there was no one else on board that could make you react like this, only his careful expertise as being a chef could do this to you. it made him feel important and his face got redder at that fact.
"wow! thanks! you're like a mind reader, i was starting to get a bit too hot-"
"do you want me to move the umbrella more to cover you?" sanji asked immediately, happy to be of service to you. you laughed at his eagerness, shaking your head.
"i think nami and robin are using it right now, i'll be alright. i don't want them to burn up,"
"oh..." sanji's voice trailed off as he lifted his head to bravely look towards the women on the side, "nami-san, robin-chan, is it alright if [name] uses the umbrella for now?" he very politely asked, shoulders square and head held high.
nami laughed at him while robin took it upon herself to answer, "no, it's alright with us," and sanji was bolting over to lift the umbrella and position it right above you, a meek, but proud smile on his face.
"sanji, you didn't have to," you said softly, but then you thanked him for his efforst in making you comfortable. that was enough to make him burst into a tomato red color. "and, by the way, this is delicious! i love it so much, sanji,"
"i love you so much."
"sorry?"
"oh, nothing!! i didn't say anything, [name]!! i said, nothing!!!" and he was running off before you could tease him further.
he slammed the door to the kitchen shut and then repeatedly hit his head against the wood as he muttered degrading words to himself, "idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!!!"
"well, you are an idiot, we knew that, but now you're acting borderline insane, what's up with you, pervy cook?"
of course, zoro had to be in the kitchen. sanji whipped his head around and screamed at the top of his lungs, "out of my kitchen, marimo!!!"
this made zoro laugh in his face and then leave at his request, muttering something about how love sick sanji was and how obvious he was about it.
— sanji carefully crafted each dish he makes for you, making it look pretty and extra nice. cooking is his speciality and acts of service are his love language. combining the two is the closest he can get to confessing his actual feelings to you.
the crew was lively in the kitchen and you were hidden away in the crow's nest. sanji had drowned you in treats throughout the day, leaving your appetite for the dinner not very big. you assured him (more than 20 times) that you indeed felt full, you weren't skipping meals, and you were already satisfied. that was the only way he let you skip out on dinner.
but while the crew was eating, sanji was still behind the stove. his fingers nimbly moved in decorating the platter very carefully, holding his breath every now and then in anticipation.
"whatcha making, sanji?! extras for me?!" luffy excitedly asked, coming bounding around the counter and standing beside the chef.
immediately, sanji kicked him away and warned him, "do not!! touch this, this isn't yours, luffy! i'm serious, don't even think about it!" sanji looked at the men of the crew, "that goes for the rest of you too, this isn't yours, filthy batards!" and his voice softened as he spoke with a smile to robin and nami, "if you want a dessert, ladies, i wouldn't mind making seconds for you two!"
"it's alright, sanji-kun, just focus on making [name]'s," nami said with a wave of her hand, a knowing look in her eyes.
"yes, i am quite full of the dinner you served already. it was delicious as usual,"
there wasn't a grand shift of emotion on sanji's face as he politely thanked the ladies for their kind words. but then his cheeks erupted in color when he finally caught on to what nami said, "ah! no, no, this isn't for [name]-"
"there's no denying it, sanji, just keep spoiling him rotten and leaving us to starve. even if he is a man just like us, for some reason he's not a "filthy bastard" but [name]~" usopp said in exasperation, eyeing the dessert sanji was making with longing, "we wouldn't expect you to spare us any of that...anyway..."
sanji's red face from embarassmnet instead turned into one of annoyance, "shut your mouth and quit complaining! i'm not spoiling him - he deserves this! he didn't come and eat dinner with you guys, meaning there was more servings for you! be thankful to him! ... and don't call him a filthy bastard!! he's very clean and neat, unlike you guys!"
"ah, yes, lord and savior [name]!" usopp said, clapping his hands together as if he were praying to the man, "i wish he were here right now, though, to save us from sanji's fury, ughh," usopp sighed at the end of his sentence, making sanji's eyebrow quirk in annoyance.
"calling me a god, usopp?" your voice rang in the dining hall, making everyone's heads snap to you. "that's a pretty hefty title,"
"woah, that was just like that enel guy - you came when we summoned you! do you have ears all around sunny, [name]?" luffy asked, wonder in his eyes as he walked towards the door, "you should teach us that sometime!"
you smiled at your captain, allowing him to pass you with ease as he went to blow off his energy on the deck. chopper and usopp grinned at you as they followed after luffy, going to entertain each other. robin and nami walked past with kind smiles, the orange haired girl winking at you. franky pat you on the back, a thumbs up being thrown at you, only making you more confused about what you possibly missed.
brook was singing on his way out, something about young, forbidden love. you didn't see it, but sanji threw his head in his hands in embarassment. zoro was the last to leave, whispering to you to, "fix the idiot cook already, it's getting tiring dealing with his bullshit everyday," and then leaving you with no other explanation.
"what was up with all that," you rhetorically asked, chuckling underneath your breath and making sanji just shake his head in response. "sanji, did you forget to serve that to robin and nami? if you want, i can give it to them?"
sanji shot his hand out, catching your own that was reaching for the plate he was just preparing. realizing his actions, he immediately released you from his hold and shook his head, "no, no, it's...um...it's not for them."
the blonde cursed himself in his head, wishing he didn't become so blubbery in his words whenever he spoke to you. but he couldn't control it! not when you were looking at him so gently, so patiently. god, just thinking about you looking at him made him weak in the knees. because that meant you were just focusing on him. sure, you could be thinking of others things that weren't him (his heart literally shatters at that notion), but in the moment, you were physically turned to and only paying attention to him.
it made him almost sigh dreamily. his heart was already beating faster and his stomach was filled with butterflies.
"they're not?" you leaned over the counter, taking a seat as you did so.
"no, they're," he took in a deep breath, fists clenched at his sides, "they're for you,"
your eyes widened. and sanji internally cursed you for being so effortlessly handsome, while tilting your head in confusion, "but, sanji, i told you you don't need to prepa-"
"i wanted to," sanji cut you off, quickly apologized for doing so, before continuing, "i wanted to make your favorite, just to give you something to eat before bed,"
you smiled, and sanji internally cursed you again for being so sweet, and gently rubbed his arm, "thanks, sanji, you're so kind,"
he bit his lip in content, trying to hide his happiness as he simply nodded his head. there was no way his voice wouldn't shake if he spoke now.
wordlessly, you moved your hand off of his arm and picked up the spoon from the plate. humming in content once the food hit your tongue to let sanji know that his expertise did, in fact, not fail him.
"it's so delicious, sanji!" he was going to thank you, but was cut off when the spoon you had just used was shoved into his mouth. you were grinning at the surprised look on his face, "let's share!"
sanji got a nosebleed. because the gears in his head quickly turned. the spoon in his mouth, which you just used, meant that you two just...indirectly kissed.
his head flew backwards and blood was streaming down his nose. the last thing he saw before passing out was your worried face above his own.
— sanji often times thinks he looks like an idiot pining over you. he just feels so awkward. he cannot mess this up or else his life might seriously just cease having meaning. he's never felt so serious about someone before. it was always fleeting thoughts of how someone was attractive in his eyes. now, with you in front of him everyday, looking like an actual angel (or handsome devil, both are fitting, he thinks with an odd smile). he just can't help his thoughts from running wild. what if after your pirate adventures, the two of you settled down together? happy. near some shoreline, not a worry in the world. sanji just catches himself thinking of a future with you in it, despite the two of you not even dating or being remotely romantic towards one another...not yet, at least.
it was nighttime and the both of you were on night watch. you were scheduled to be in the crow's nest and sanji confidently took it upon himself to join you out of courtesy. in the crow's nest, you were looking out at the calm sea while sanji was just looking at you, admiring you.
"sanji," you called out, your eyes still trained on the sea, "you've been staring at me for the past 10 minutes,"
the man gulped nervously, wondering if this would be the moment. the moment he finally confessed to you. it's been long enough for him to be sure of his feelings (he was in love with you), this was the perfect setting - just the two of you, and it was all calm.
but what if you rejected him? then his heart would be laid out in front of you, you wouldn't reciprocate, and then you'd have to sail together for however long needed, knowing in the back of your mind. he would know you didn't like him back and you would know that he one-sidedly liked you.
it was too painful of a loss. that was the main reason why he hasn't ever thought about pursuing his confession to you.
"make it 11 minutes now," you chuckled, finally turning your head to him and examining his confused features, "what are you thinking about, sanji?"
you. he bit his tongue to prevent that single word from slipping past his lips.
"nothing," he said quickly, maybe too quickly.
out of nowhere, your hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him in close. he turned rigid at the action immediately, turning into a stiff statue as you stared right into his soul.
"why're you lying to me?" you asked quietly and sanji almost collapsed into your lap and began begging for forgiveness. you, obviously, weren't actually mad or annoyed at him for his little white lie, but sanji didn't want you thinking he lied so easily.
that wasn't a good quality to have as your boyfriend, your lover. so sanji quickly said, "i'm sorry," with a weak tone and looked right into your beautiful e/c eyes with nothing but sorrow.
you could so easily spur an immense amount of strong emotions from sanji. he felt like he was being played like a toy. but, also, he didn't mind. not if it was you. he didn't mind a lot of things if it was you.
"sanji, why do you treat me so differently?" you just saying his name made him feel like he wanted to just collapse on your lap and stay there. be nurtured by you.
"i don't mean to," he answered, "i really don't. i can stop, if it makes you uncomfortable, i'll stop,"
you shook your head and sanji felt some strands of your hair brush against his skin. goosebumps formed at those points. even the strands of your hair made him react so vicerally to you.
"no, that's not what i meant," finally, you released your hold on his neck and leaned back to create a more comfortable space between you two. unconsciously, sanji leaned in towards you. "i mean, have i done some amazing thing to you before? it kind of feels like you're making some thing up to me, like you're repaying a debt..." your voice trailed off awkwardly, "you don't have to act so doting to me, sanji, for whatever reason - especially if it's to repay a debt. i don't want you stressing about something silly like that,"
what? sanji was confused. you thought, this entire time, he was just being nice to you to make up for something. there's no way. he wondered how oblivious you had been ot his advances. have you been unaware this whole time? was he perhaps not acting as obvious as he thought he was?
that was slightly comforting to think about, if that was the case. but also a part of sanji felt as if he failed. he was pursuing you. behind all his blunders of stuttering words, unhealthily red faces - he wanted you to know that he was pursuing you. he wanted to hint at his feelings so you could hopefully pick up on them.
"that's not why i act the way i do," sanji carefully said, watching your reaction. and when your face twisted into confusion, he urged himself to take this chance to continue, "i wanted you to know...want you to know, i mean, that i really, really, really..." he took in a deep breath, offering a weak smile, "i really like you, [name], and i was too scared to tell you like i am now, so i was catering to you to hopefully make it obvious. well, i see how ambiguous that my actions are now and i wish i had done it different so i could properly have wooed you, but, it's too late for that. i wish i had done it more-"
he was cut off when you suddenly moved forward and pressed your lips to his. he melted into your touch immediately, his body reacting so naturally to yours. his eyes fluttered shut, intenally sighing in relief at how his confession did in fact work out in his favor.
and it took a lot out of him to move away from you, but he did need air to breathe, unfortunately. if only he could just breathe you in and live off of you alone.
he sighed, chest heaving as he really wrapped his head around what just happeneed.
"i know," you said softly, a smile on your handsome face that was literally captivating him, "i knew, i mean. just wanted to hear you say it,"
sanji blinked. were you...taunting him? no, teasing was the more appropiate word because you weren't hurting him with your words. but your mischevious grin and glint in your eyes did tell him that you were in fact teasing him.
"uhm, you knew?" he repeated, making you chuckle and pinch his cheek lovingly.
"i wanted you to confess to me," you clarified, leaning forward and playing with the strands of his blonde hair around your finger, "i though you'd sound cute confessing," you leaned in further, lips ghosting over his, "and you did,"
sanji's face was exploding a dangerous shade of red. god, this was so embrassing. but, your lips were on his again and he wiped away any self preservation and completely gave himself to you.
you pulled away quickly, speaking in breathy tones, "i like you a lot too, sanji," his heart skipped multiple beats, then started racing even faster when you gently pushed him down onto the cushioned sofa, "been wanting to kiss you like this since i joined the crew,"
sanji was going to pursue more answers, but your hands carding through his hair made him speechless.
"been wanting to kiss you all over like this for so long," you peppered short kisses all over his skin, making him feel like he was on fire.
"why didn't you?" he quietly asked, making you pull away and grin down at him.
at this point, he was completely laid out on the sofa, his legs spread and hugged around your waist as you leaned yourself over him. the hands on either side of his head felt like a cage that he definitely didn't mind being in. with you looking down at him from above, he wouldn't mind staying there forever.
"i liked imagining you confessing to me," you grinned, "plus, i wasn't sure if you were even into me. i heard from the others that you were exclusviely nice to the women of the ship, so i didn't want to bother pursuing you either."
so, you were basically saying that you and sanji could have been together even sooner if he had just showed more obviously to begin with that he was deeply enamored by you.
sanji was cursing his past self very colorfully right now.
"sorry for being so mean to you, though," a bashful apology was enough for sanji.
and he missed the feeling of your lips on his, so he leaned up to meet you halfway, but you stopped him, "do you forgive me?"
"yes, yes, i do," sanji breaths were hitched from how excited and happy he was.
you grinned at his reaction, feeling proud that you were the cause of it, "aren't you glad we waited, though?"
sanji almost shook his head no on instinct. if he could have had this sooner rather than later, he would've taken the former over the latter any day. you saw the way his head stuttered in place, unsure of the right answer. so you leaned down, right next to his ear and sent shivers down his spine by whispering, "cause this is gonna feel so much better now after such a long wait, right, sanji?"
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genshin men as wedding dates (3)
It’s wedding season and you’ve got a large one coming up. But it’s not just any wedding, it’s a family wedding meaning…extended relatives. Are you going to brave the night out on your own or are you rsvping with a plus one?
Featuring— Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Dainsleif, Dottore (edit** written before kaveh release)
gn!reader, modern au, mentions of alcohol, mostly platonic but implied romantic feelings
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (here)
AL HAITHAM
there has to be some sort of trade-off; his time is precious so there's got to be something in it for him. luckily for you, who's one of the few people he considers a close friend, it's just some random errand he doesn't want to run
he’s a mediocre date; follows your lead and is just kind of a wallflower honestly. will make polite conversation but only if someone talks to him first
drinks just enough to loosen up but not enough to get sloppy, and definitely still sober enough to read the book he brought. you leave him be, but you’re still going to go have a good time at this reception
yikes someone from the groom's guest list comes sidling up, hoping to shoot their shot with the handsome stranger sitting alone. of course he gets annoyed; not only was this person disrupting him but wasn’t it obvious he came with you?
wait where are you
he finds you on the dance floor with… someone else??… which is fair since he's here as a friend, but he strides up to you anyway and does not hesitate to interrupt
"thanks for keeping my date entertained but I'll take it from here" and then he leads you away to a different corner of the dance floor
did not think this all the way through because now he’s dancing with you but it’s just so…… robotic. he tries, he really does, but that doesn’t stop the secondhand embarrassment from anyone who happens to see him. you don’t mind though, you think it’s cute
"finally haitham, I've been waiting for you all night!" and then you kiss him on the cheek
perhaps it was a combination of the lighting effects and the alcohol, but you don't notice the blush on his face
CYNO
events like these aren’t really his vibe but you catch him in a good mood after you 'laugh' at one of his jokes
seems like a very intimidating guest at first and that’s not the impression he wants to give to your family, so he brought his joke book! chooses to tell one at your table during dinner and the silence after he explains the whole thing is truly deafening
he tries again but says "how about this one; y/n thought it was hilarious." so now you have to fake laugh and elbow the cousin sitting next to you to laugh as well
one of the uncles from the table next to yours actually overheard and leaned back in his chair to tell him it was hilarious so that’s a win
when you get overwhelmed by relatives asking you when you're getting married, he steps in to help you but accidentally says,
"we'll take the step when we're ready"
wait what
mans is a mess trying to fix the situation and you've never seen him like this so now you have to save him by laughing it off and dragging him away
he plays genius invokation tcg with some of your teen relatives; they were losing though, so they distract him by saying "heard the next wedding's you and y/n" and it works
he gets really awkward around you after that and you have to reassure him that it’s fine, no big deal! you even joke that if fake dating tonight would get all the annoying aunties and uncles off your back, then sure let’s do it
he’d never tell you, at least not anytime soon, but it doesn’t sit right with him to hear you say ‘fake dating’
TIGHNARI
if you’re not bringing a bag/clutch/purse/whatever, then he will and he has everything: antacids, aspirins, bandaids, safety pins, an epipen, etc
wow this venue decorated the place with such nice plants, a shame they’re not for anyone to take home. good thing no one noticed him take clippings to propagate
it's great to have him on your team because he is very good at all the physical wedding games like cornhole, ring toss, etc. you don't win anything except bragging rights but at a family wedding? sure, you'll take it
doesn’t smile in any group photos; only smiles in photos of just the two of you and selfies that you take on your phone, even though he pretends to be over it
is not nice to your offensive relatives; super passive aggressive with lots of backhanded comments. he'll make some snide remarks under his breath but everyone thinks he's joking. finds out one of your uncles is a flat earther, and takes it personally
complains about the music and how it's too loud but doesn't do anything about it, so you take him outside for a stroll in the little botanical garden
despite the nice, peaceful atmosphere of the garden, you guys do eventually have to regroup with everyone else gathered out on the lawn to watch fireworks and tighnari is doing is absolute best to stall
"....eh, we can see just fine from here, no?" he says as he pulls you down next to him onto the bench he's sitting on. if he plays his next cards right, maybe... you'll even rest your head on his shoulder?
KAVEH
he asks you if he can come as your date to the wedding because he loves these sorts of events and you agree because it’s always a fun time with kaveh
neither of you want to be dd so somehow… somehow he ropes his ‘annoying roommate’ into driving you two there and back
makes sure both of you are dressed to the 9's; maybe he wants to upstage the wedding party because he arrives in a satin suit and his shirt is unbuttoned dangerously low. some poor relative has to take a million photos of the two of you until he likes it, and then some more ‘just in case’
shows off some of his architectural work from his phone; even gets a few inquiries from your rich relatives for future jobs. networking king
once it hits cocktail hour, you’re taking a shot together. his arm is around your waist and that’s where it stays the entire time you guys are mingling with others
drinks a little too much and gossips about your family a little too loud though, so you've gotta reel him in even though you're not too far behind
drags you onto the dance floor and is a fun, but messy, dancer. you guys are in almost all the candid shots the photographer takes
on the drive back his roommate makes an extremely sharp turn and you find yourself thrown into kaveh. physics, am I right. you’re apologizing profusely even though he insists it’s fine and that you should, in fact, just stay in that position, your body against his
throws up in the car after you get dropped off and the next morning you wake up to a slew of messages from him complaining about how his roommate is so cruel for making him clean his car at 7am with zero regard for his hangover
DAINSLEIF
he agrees to go but panics the week of and keeps asking you if you're sure you want to take him as your date even though it's been rsvp'd for ages
maybe not the most fun date, but overall not a bad date
offers you an arm when you two go somewhere together, holds your hand through a crowd, pulls your chair out for you during the reception, etc
brought you one of every dessert from the buffet and risked looking like an absolute glutton because
“you said to bring you a dessert, but didn’t specify which one”
he’s very sweet to the older guests; they are swooning and keeps winking and telling you he's a keeper. you don’t have the heart to tell them you’re not even dating
gives random unsolicited advice and it’s always a hit or miss
he is so awkward in the photobooth because he doesn’t know what to do? it takes 4 photos in one strip and he looks the same in 3 of them. finally on the last one you do the thing where you lift up the corners of his mouth so he’s at least smiling
keeps his copy in his wallet for a long time, maybe even forever who knows
you never thought him to be a dancer so you’re a little surprised when he asks you to slow dance; even more so at the fact that he is very good at it??
you follow his lead, and dancing with dainsleif is honestly such a tender moment. if not for the color of your clothing, people might have mistaken you two as the newly weds, what with the way he’s looking at you while you rest your head against his chest
you see him crack a sliver of a smile when you catch the bouquet and you think that he’s just happy you won. but he knows full well what it insinuates especially when everyone’s clapping him on the back in congratulations
DOTTORE
you only ask him if he's your absolute last option because why in your right mind would you take dottore as your date to a family wedding. he only agrees to go as 'an experiment'
pick out his outfit please lest he wear one of his funky little suits
introduces himself as dr. and he's so dramatic about it so a lot of people are fawning over him; you suppose all families love a doctor but only you know that he's technically not even legally allowed to practice medicine
scowls behind you when an old family friend starts talking to you for a bit too long. excuses himself to socialize with said friend, but then you wonder why hardly anyone else approaches you the rest of the night
insists on you wearing his suit jacket because he doesn't want you to 'catch a cold'
he makes the 7-year old flower girl cry at the reception but the thing is, he wasn't even trying? everything he says sounds vaguely threatening and kids are just terrified of him
so first of all he makes it very clear that he's doing this for you okay; he will make it up to you by doing some simple science party tricks for the kids
.... except he way overdoes it and sets off a mentos/soda rocket into the ceiling
and he’s not even sorry; he’s actually proud of that little demonstration like ‘go little rockstar.’ you’re forced to leave early in shame
he does go down as a family urban legend though because aunties will say "if you don't behave, the scary doctor will come get you!”
With so many new characters, I feel like part 3 has been long overdue!
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Me: So there is that scene in 6x05:
Suspect: The guy you're looking for is Iceman.
Steve: Iceman? Like from Top gun?
Suspect: What's Top gun?
Steve: Did he say "What's Top gun"? I should arrest him just for that!
My McDanno brain:
All Ohana is having fun at some party/celebration. They're sitting, eating, talking... And there are moments when they're listening to the songs cause it's a part of this event - organized by Kamekona and Flippa. You know, it's a kind of "if you want to surprise someone/say something/wish someone all the best - come here and sing it". So from time to time Kame and Flippa come on a stage and say "and now another brave soul...". They don't say a name cause it's a surprise so they just say for whom the song-gift is and they read all the messages (like "This buddy will sing for Annie X. He wrote: Thank you for being in my life"). Then music starts and the brave soul comes on the stage and sings.
After some time Kame and Flippa come and say "Now... the bravest soul. We love that soul. Look, we've got tears in our eyes so... Message, message is: It's your fault that my heart knows what the greatest friendship is. And it's your fault that I know what love is. I fell in love and... It's your fault. P.S. Don't be so excited, it's just a... song". And they add "For Steven McGarrett... but he will know it". And then... DUM. DUM DUM. DUM DUM DUM. Yesss. The very first sounds from Berlin's song. And Steve's heart is on fire. Some people around are like "Oh, a new girlfriend? I think I like her!". Some are like "Err... Catherine? She's back?!". And some are like "Wow, that girl sounds like Danny". And yeah, it IS Danny. Danny comes on that damn stage and starts to sing. And when he sings "Take my breath away..." Steve grins like a kid that just got the best sweets in the world, that won it all, that has everything what he wanted, his dreams came true (and he cries - he can't stop that feeling). And that song. His Top gun. His Danno chose his Top gun. Don't be so excited, Danny said. "Son of a b..." - Steve's heart explodes.
Me (desperately): There is that scene in 6x05...
#Hawaii Five-0#h50#McDanno#steve mcgarrett#danny williams#mcdanno moments#top gun#it's canon's fault
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Hey, so this might be a bit random, but I rewatched the first Fantastic Beasts movie recently and I completely forgot how much I loved it at the time. Then I discovered your blog and I was so happy to see that people still talked about the movies and newtina especially. I just think they had so much potential that wasn't really used in the movies and I that kind of inspired me to write a fic about them (I am a sucker for the 'character who breaks the law for the greater good'x'character who is the law' dynamic, you know, with tina investigating what newt was doing in ny). But I feel I am not as deep in the fandom as you are and I am kind of looking for inspiration atm so I have some questions which would help me to get a few starting points and if you could answer some of them I'd be very grateful <3 (if you don't want to, just ignore this, haha).
What is it you like the most about Newt?
What is it you like the most about Tina?
What do you like about their relationship? What makes it so special?
Who fell first? Who fell harder?
How do you think each of them will grow in their relationship? How will Newt change? How will Tina change?
Any first kiss headcanons?
Why do you think Tina is an auror? Is this the right occupation for her?
Why do you think Newt is a magizoologist? (I think it's pretty obvious that this is what is destined to do, so no follow-up question here)
And in general, would you like the idea of a newtina fic where it's basically the plot of Fantastic Beasts 1, but broken down to "Beasts escape Newts case and Tina investigates him but eventually learns that the rules she works for might not be the fairest and also is in conflict between her work ethic and slowly falling in love with Newt"?
Wow, hi! This is random but I completely love it, and thank you for dropping by! I'm so sorry it took me a while to answer this, but I wanted to think well on it and give a good, thought out answer. So here it is.
First of all, I'm so happy that you love them, too! I got into them because I watched the movies, and I can't stop now...they're just lovely and a nice break from the other dark enemies-to-lovers pairings I like, so it's sweet.
Secondly, I am new to this fandom, too, actually. If you're looking for people who've been in it longer and might know more about (for sure they know more about it than I do XD) I might point you in the direction of anyone I'm following or have reblogged. I get my stuff from them, so. C:
I completely agree! There was so much potential and I would have loved to see that story unfold...well, at least we know they got married in the end. Okay, like I said, I don't know so much about the fandom but I'll help how I can. Putting the answers under the cut because whoops, I wrote an essay hi.
What do I like most about Newt?
I like how gentle he is, and innocent. He didn't want to pick a side when it came to it, because as Dumbly says, Newt always just wants to do what's right. I loved seeing how he cared for his creatures, the attentiveness (and the idea that if that's how he treats his creatures, how's he gonna be with the woman he loves? Aka Tina) (Also I'm convinced that as much as he may have wanted to get the international travel ban lifted because he wanted to travel...despite that, I still think it's to a certain degree because he wanted to see her, to talk to her. If not that, look at his decision after Dumbly asked him to help. He initially refuses because he knows they'll lock him up in Azkaban if he breaks the rule, but as soon as he finds out that Tina is Paris, he drops everything and goes. (I'm no expect, but I'd accept this.)
What do I like most about Tina?
She seems very determined and brave. I love how no-nonsense she is! Like she literally just drags Newt halfway across New York because she's taking him into custody. I'm sorry, I don't know her or Newt so much because I still have yet to read the fic recs people have given me...that's my research haha.
What do you like about their relationship?
I love how she is the brave, maybe a little headstrong, confident who knows her ideals and will pursue what's right. and yet Newt's the awkward gremlin boy who's a little scared of her at first but then in love and basically ready to drop everything because of her. (This could be a completely wrong interpretation of them, I'm new to this fandom, as I've said before) But that's the idea I got. (Because I hc that yes, Newt actually wanted to get the international traveling ban lifted BECAUSE lol he wants to travel but wait, there's more. He also wanted to give Tina that copy of his book. I mean, sorry, look, the man in one moment flat out refused Dumbledore bc he'd get thrown in Azkaban if he broke his travel ban....but look, when he finds out that Tina is in Paris, you can't stop him.
How do you think each of them will grow in their relationship? How will Newt change? How will Tina change?
I can see Tina as softening towards creatures and to the idea that the world might be more wonderful than she imagines it to be. Like I see Newt as innocent and optimistic, and I feel like he'd be one to show her to smile more. As for him, I just love the idea of Tina helping him figure out practical things. How to go about looking for a lost Niffler without tearing New York apart in a way that makes the headlines; like she'd teach him to stop, think, plan things out. Maybe, that's a very loose guess of mine.
Any first kiss headcanons?
A first kiss? Not yet, haven't thought one yet, but! I believe it might have been @themysteriousphoenix or @keepmeinmind-01 who wrote this headcanon where Newt was talking to Jacob. Newt's in love, and he tells Jacob that he bowed to Tina bc apparently bowing is how a hippogriff (or some other magical creatures I can't remember) shows its respect for someone or something like that. Anyway, Jacob's like "Uhh okay, why is this good?" Newt's just really excited and tells him, "She bowed back." It's ridiculously cute, and I love it.
Okay, the last two questions about why Tina is an auror and Newt a Magizoologist, I left out because I'm not entirely sure haha and I think I'd need a little more thought, but yes, here is my ridiculously over complicated answer that took 5,000,001 years to write.
Also, yes, dear anon, I would love to read a story like that. If you ever get started on it or are writing it, please hit me up with the link! I'm always looking for more Newtina fics to read.
#newt scamander#tina goldstein#newtina#newt x tina#eddie redmayne#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fantastic beasts#fbawtft#fantastic beasts meta#hi thanks for coming to my ted talk#my ramblings#dear anon i've finally answered your question#after five hundred billion years
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Jiraak OC relationship ask: 5, 31, 32, 38, 40, 61 and 100! (only if it’s no trouble! I’m incredibly nosy :3)
I LOVE NOSY!!! BE NOSY ALL YOU LIKE!!! Thank you so much for asking about my stupid blorbos!!! 💖🥺
💕ask game💕
5. What is something they like to do together?
Ah, many things! Firstly, I can see them enjoying learning from each other since they're both very inquisitive—Jia teaches Miraak alchemy, while he teaches her magic, mostly restoration and alteration. They like cooking together (Miraak's not there yet, but he tries okay; he loves eating though! 🥲), and they even like to stay close in comfortable silence; I promise, though, Jia loves it when listens to him humming Atmoran shanties and/or psalms from his Dragon Priest era! Having been out of Apocrypha, she knows he'd appreciate walks in the sun and picnics in the frosty woods by Heljarchen Hall, as well as gazing at the aurora and the stars at night, feeding the birds nestling in her roof tiles, tending the flowers in her garden, and generally, being reintroduced to the world with her helping him remember every single detail...🥰
31. How would they describe one another.
Due to the nature of their soul bond (which hasn't been clarified completely in my fic yet...👀) I can only imagine them describing one another the way Emily Bronte did it in Wuthering Heights, which is to say not so romantic, but with a tint of pain and inevitability instead:
“He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
32. Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?
I mean,,, they can read each other's minds if they try hard enough! There's a scene in my fic where Miraak just. skims through Jia's memories and almost uncovers her worst fear (wow, rude much, Miraak? 😤). Also, they tend to recognize each other's mannerisms. For example, Jia has very specific ways she moves when she's nervous, angry, excited, etc, and Miraak, being very observant, knows how to interpret them even if she can't speak her mind at a specific moment, and vice versa.
38. What would be their ideal evening in?
So, both in Heljarchen Hall and Breezehome, Jia has purposely left a piece of her wooden canopy a little open (just so, she can't stand the cold!), so the light of the night sky always slips right into her room. I imagine an ideal evening in would be her lying in bed with Miraak, both moonbathed, talking to each other, discussing everything, good and bad, tales and real segments of their lives, until the night eventually turns into day, and instead of starlight/moonglow, they are cloaked by the warmth of the sunlight and birbs' chirps...🥰
40. THE OLD WITCH SLEEP AND THE GOOD MAN GRACE BY THE AMAZING DEVIL.
Their shared trauma, their pain, their despair, their attempts to give strength to one another ["You're better than this" He says as a hand slaps my face and I stand And say, "No good man grace" I can't do this (you can)] AND ["Oh, sleep now," oh, she pleads "You're not a coward 'cause you cower You're brave because they broke you Yet broken still you breathe So breathe, breathe, just breathe"]
Not to mention the "'Cause you are in the earth of me", which for Plot Significance makes me jump around like a monkey. Ough. Just Ough...
61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?
Miraak for Jia: ember (a smouldering one...👀)
Jia for Miraak: angel (a bit fallen and corrupted but an angel nonetheless 😅)
100. Make a meme of this ship.
I am a bad Meme Maker myself, but I stumbled upon a Perfect Jiraak Meme on Pinterest, which is this right here and has a very "give me your hand" "I'll stain you" "I'll take it" vibe:
This also goes either way, for both.
#I'M SO SORRY FOR THE ESSAYS I HOPE I DIDN'T BORE YOU...😭#i love these two pathetic kittens too much...#miraak#oc: jia#miraak x ldb#otp: twin flames#the priest and the dragoness#skyrim fanfiction
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Consider me (Bakugo x Fem! reader)
Here's another long ass story from me. Bakugo x Fem!reader. You were the new girl in UA and you've instantly caught the eye of the "Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight". Even he was surprised too. This is just a fluff story of how I think you're love story with Bakugo will blossom. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Part 1-The Invitation
The tiny clock on your desk read 08:30 PM. Homework has kept you from mingling with your classmates in the common room since 7:30 PM.
'Wow!'
You thought, not expecting that it's already been an hour since you started on your school work but still haven't finished.
Although it was a Friday night, your teachers didn't hold back in giving you things to do before the weekend. Luckily for you, you were the type of person who likes to spend her weekend however she pleases, so you made it your goal to finish everything tonight.
You were a 2nd year student at UA who just transferred recently from Shiketsu High School, which is located in the western side of Japan, due to your parents relocating because of work. The news of the move was heartbreaking for you because that would mean you'd have to leave your friends.
Starting anew was always daunting, but you had to face it, since your dad's current company have closed due to some issues and his new job required that he be situated near his work place.
You did thought to keep on studying in Shiketsu High School, but the commute would be very tiring it was one the opposite east side of Japan, opposite your new home, Musutafu in Shizuoka Prefecture. Which means to you had to transfer to UA.
The first day of class as a new girl was always nerve racking, but you were welcomed with open arms by your new classmates and that made it easy for you to adapt to your new environment. Of course, you still kept in touch with your friends in Shiketsu but your new friends were very nice to you and they made you feel that you belong.
You were now getting started on your Modern Hero Art History when you heard a knock on your door.
'Who could that be?'
You thought as you stood up to answer the door and to your surprise it was Bakugou Katsuki.
What was he doing here?
With eyes growing wide, you gasped at his surprise visit.
Who wouldn't be surprised? The person that you've been crushing on since day one just suddenly showed up on your door step. Anyone would be caught off guard!
Yet here he was, standing in front of you, all 172.2 cm of his gloriousness.
'It's him! IT'S HIM!! Why is he here?!'
'OMG! OMG! OMG!'
A sudden 'ahem' from Bakugo brought you back down to earth from cloud 9.
Bakugo:
"Um ... "
Obviously nervous for having to do what he needs to do right now and just the sight of you makes his knees wobble, he attempted to speak in a shaky voice, hoping that you wouldn't hear how loud his heart was beating.
He drew a deep breathe and exhaled to calm himself down before trying again.
Bakugo:
"Hi, L/N-san. Um ... I know you're wondering why I'm here. There is something that I wanted to tell you ... and that's ... Will you go out with me?"
Finally! He finally did it! He said it! He was glad to have taken another deep breathe before asking as it gave him an ounce of courage to speak up.
And now for your reply.
Y/N:
"Hmmm?"
That was all you could manage because truthfully, you saw his mouth moving that told you that he was definitely saying something but none of it reached your ears due to the deafening sound your heartbeat.
Bakugo:
"Will you go out on a date with me?"
After repeating his invitation, his heart beat somehow changed it's rhythm. He was a nervous wreck before coming to talk to you but now even more so.
Fear was familiar to him, it fueled him to be more brave, and he had no problems overcoming it. But this fear he feels now is different. It's as if, for the first, he was genuinely scared. Scared because of you, of how you would respond. Scared of being rejected, he wouldn't know how to get over it if you did.
Anticipation emanated on his face.
At last, you got out of your daze and finally heard what he was saying.
Y/N:
"Out?"
Well, most of it.
Bakugou:
"Yes. Will you go out with me, L/N-san?"
If you haven't noticed anticipation painting his face, you certainly heard it.
And then it struck you.
Y/N:
"What?"
Are you hearing this correctly? The Bakugo Katsuki asked you out! You wanted to scream.
Were you dreaming? Is this a prank?
Y/N:
"Why?"
You blinked in confusion because this was so unreal. Why would he want to ask you out?
He was certainly taken aback by your question. Was his question really that difficult?
Bakugo:
"'Why'? Because ... Well ..."
(A/N: please don't mind the background in the image. I'm using his expression. thanks.)
He was lost for words.
'Why? What do you mean Why?'
To simply say that he likes you would be an understatement. He doesn't know what it's called exactly. All he knows is that he feels it for you and he couldn't help it.
Bakugo:
"Look! I don't know 'why', okay? Will you go out with me or not?"
If he sounded impatient, he didn't mean it. He was just getting anxious now that you might say 'no'.
You lowered your gaze showing to think whether to accept his invitation or not.
Y/N:
"Um ... I don't know."
There it was. You don't know.
Of course! What was he expecting?
Why in the world would you give him a chance?
To him you're a goddess. Out of all the girls he has met, you were incomparable to them.
You didn't even need to try. Just the sight of you was breathtaking. Not to mention your smile. And when you look his way, he swears, he wanted to be in that moment forever.
And him?
He was just a loudmouthed gremlin who couldn't care less about what people say or think about him and that would be enough to turn you off. So why would you even consider liking him?
Although he was one of the top student in your class, he wasn't conceited about it and according to his mom he was handsome. Sure, he has a scar on his face, but he wears it proudly. Who wouldn't be proud of it? He fought OFA and won!
Tears slowly start to form behind his eyes because realizing that you might not feel the sameway is painful but he held it back as best as he can.
Y/N:
"I mean ... Well ... It's not that I 'don't' want to go out with you. It's just ..."
Was he hearing it correctly? You're hesitating?
'What does she mean? Do I have a chance?'
Hope began to spring inside his chest and he was quick to blink away the urge to cry.
Bakugo:
"What do you mean?"
It was no joke. He started to feel warm inside.
Y/N:
"I mean ... I'm not saying that you're a terrible person. No. No! In fact, I think you're wonderful! I mean, you're one of the best in our class and I believe that you'll become a great hero. Our classmates are witness of that. And not to mention that your getting higher grades than me and you're not conceited is definitely something I admire about you."
It was his turn to be speechless.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did you just compliment him? And somehow you seemed to not realize that you did.
Bakugo guessed that that's one of the things he likes about you, your honesty. You were not afraid to say what you think or feel. According to him, you were brave that way.
Realizing what you just said and the fact that you can't take it back now, you just decided to ask him again.
Y/N:
"It's just that ... are you sure? About me?"
The hesitancy in your voice was clear. Why would you ask him that?
Besides pursuing his dream of becoming the number 1 hero, he was sure about this, about you. Then why would you ask him that?
Why would he even bother allowing sleepless nights with the thoughts of you and pluck up the courage to ask you so that Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Ashido would stop nagging him about it if he wasn't sure?
Bakugo:
"I'm not sure I follow you. What do you mean am I sure about you? Why would you ask me that?"
He was honestly confused because to him you were perfect. It was him who feels unworthy of even talking to you.
Y/N:
"Um ... I just ... Your this and ... I'm ... This."
As best as you could, you explained whilst gesturing to him and then to you as if that got your point across.
But it didn't. It was clear on the bewildered look that he was giving you.
What you wanted to say was why would he want to go out with you?
You never really did get high marks but you never got any failing grades in any of your subjects. Although, you believed that your not strong enough yet to become the hero that you always wanted to be and that made you insecure. Of course, you give it your best when doing hero training but you pale in comparison to Bakugo's strength.
Your inferiority makes you want to compare yourself to your other classmates it scares you to think that that might push Bakugo away and make him realize that you're not the type of person that he thought you were.
What's more difficult is that you don't know how to explain it to him.
You could only sigh in exasperation because your insecurities are making it hard for you elaborate what you wanted to say.
Y/N:
"Do you have your phone with you?"
Instead, you asked him as if out of nowhere with your palms open. Luckily enough he brought his phone with him and placed it in your hand without questioning you as to why.
The confused look on his face didn't not disappear, in fact it only deepened due to your action. So, you gave him an explanation all the while putting in your phone number.
Y/N:
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you an answer right now, Bakugo. I really don't like making rash decision and then wasting both our times. Is it okay if I think about your invitation some more before giving you an answer? I just ... hate being unsure of things and end up regretting in the end."
Your words stung him a little but he understood what you meant as he too did not like making decisions rashly.
In dejection, he nodded his head slowly as an answer to your question without even meeting your eyes.
Bakugo:
"Yeah. Okay. Good night."
Keeping his head down, he trudged toward the elevator.
It's as if his heart was smashed into a million pieces and the pieces gathered in his feet and that made them feel heavy.
'Oh no!'
You were worried that you might have hurt his feelings. Did he misunderstood what you just said?
Y/N:
"Bakugo!"
Calling out to his crestfallen-retreating-form, which pained you to watch, but you were glad that he still turned his to look at you.
Were you going to say that you changed your mind and that you have made a decision?
'Please, let that be it!'
Was he begging now? He hated begging! But if that's what it takes for you to say yes, he will be willing to get on his knees. That's how bad he has it for you.
Y/N:
"Please text me your number and I promise, I'll let you know. I just don't want you to regret asking me out."
Those were your last words before closing your door.
Again. What did you mean by that?
He didn't know that asking a girl out could be this tiring.
Apparently, he just has to be patient with you and wait for your response. Hopefully you'd accept.
With his heavy heart, he turned to the elevator once more while searching for the number you saved on his phone. When he found your number, he was shocked by the contact name that you saved.
If he was confused a few seconds ago he was baffled now. But then again, he took it as a good omen and continued to tap on the call icon to let your phone ring on your side but quickly ended it.
Now you have his number, he thought.
'I hope you will really think it through and consider me.'
The elevator doors opened and Bakugo hopped in pressing "go up" button to return to his dorm floor.
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I know this story is long. I just couldn't help.
Anyway, thank you for giving this a read and I hope you liked it!
Stay safe.
#bakugo katsuki#boku no hero bakugou#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#bnha#mha#bnha smut#romance#bakugou fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki
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hihii!! i’ve been stressing over sending you this ask for ages now 😭 but i have finally equipped my balls and i am now ready to proceed 🤩🤘 ANYHOO!! i love your works 🥺🥺 and your layouts too ohemgee wowie 🤯 everything about your blog is so cool?? and pretty?? and nice?? like omg wow i love it 🫶 AND YOU!1?!1?1! you seem so nice?? and friendly?? and creative?? and i wanna be your friend rlly rlly bad?? like omg help?? pleasepleaseplease??? wait hehe sorry is that a bit weird? i know earlier i basically said that im writing this bravely, balls equipped, but only so much of that is true now 😭😭 hhh anyhoo im gonna cut myself off here for now. if the chance ever arrives for me to shower you in praise again best believe i’ll be here 😎😎 i have soooo many more things i’d like to say to you, but i’ll save those for later, i’ve already been rambling long enough 😣 anyways, have a nice rest of your day!! im looking forward to continuing to interact with you 🥰❤️🌹
omg first of all of course we can be friends! this isn't weird at all and i'm really happy you did equip your balls (LMAOO, i laughed really hard when i read that) and reached out to me 🫶
second point! all of your praise???? wah, i'm seriously blushing. you're so, so sweet! i'm so happy you like my works, my blog, and that you want to be MY friend like ???? i'm very flattered and happy to hear it! 😖😖
also i love your pfp, i actually have two chainsawman tattoos (long live aki hayakawa fr! that's my bf!)
anyway, csm thought aside. i hope you have a lovely day! you are so, so nice! this really made my whole week, i'm looking forward to continuing to interact with you as well ><
#🗯️ titi talks!#💬 new mail!#♡ answered!#♡ mutuals!#kicking my feet twirling my hair giggling to myself#this was so nice i almost cried real tears
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I'm not sure if it's because this is all action oriented so far or what but there doesn't seem like many good scenes to stop on and talk about.
I picked this one because it's just the typical Ladybug trying to talk the Akuma down. With all three sides wanting to "save" Kagami, is it weird that I'm kind of siding with Felix? I mean I already made that decision earlier this year, not the time for that discussion though, but I can't help but think that ... Well... That if anyone should be the true holder of Duusu. It's him. I believe I said this in Emotion too, Kagami is safe with him. Probably safer than with Ladybug and Chat Noir, if not just as much. Though I am now looking forward to a reluctant team up some point in the future.
Huh. She's actually worried for him... Good for her. Good for him too I guess... *sighs* I knew when I started watching these that I wouldn't see any of the impacts I had made on my friends lives. But since everything seemed to have happened more or less the same I'm questioning just how big of an impact I actually made. Now that I'm watching the future?
... it's got me wondering if I even want to make a change at all. Things seem to be going well for everyone so far. Kagami has someone willing to do anything to protect her, Felix has someone else to focus on. Marinette is brave enough to stand up to Gabriel. Honestly maybe it would be better if I just hang back a bit and let this all play out.
As sweet as that sentiment is, he does realise that as long as Kagami holds onto the ring she is free? It seems Felix has a little bit of a certain mindset when it comes to solutions. Specifically about how permanent they need to be.
So... After Kagami expresses her shock at almost being shot at by her mother. Felix says this. About his father. That? Has terrifying implications that I do not like. (And I thought the line his mother gave about only his father being able to control him was a reference to him being a sentimonster.) Times like this? Kind of makes you grateful to be an orphan, seems like half my class has parental issues of some sort.
Okay, we all know that the fan will be back next time he transforms, that doesn't stop this moment from being sweet as all hell. I seriously did not think Felix had this type of heart. I used to be so good at reading people too but Felix just threw me for one hell of a loop. If any of this is faked I'm going to be very upset.
... have to say. The dude makes sense. He did say not to call them sentimonsters though. So... What do we call them? Amoks? I mean, clearly Felix and Kagami still classify as people but what about the red moon or the lollipop construct? Those that are clearly a summoned entity brought forth with a different purpose in mind?... I never thought I would have to be so careful about my words regarding what comes from a magical feather.
Oh... Wow he really does sound like a father here. Much better one than Gabriel and his own that's for sure. Kind of sad though huh? That the peacock does hold the power to make such a creation, yet it's a one time deal. You get one chance and that's it otherwise you have to accept that you're choosing to kill a living being.... Well. Now I know I was right to trust Felix. And I am beyond glad he trusted me. I think I need a bit before I continue this episode.
#mlb season 5 spoilers#mlb spoilers#lets watch#oc rp#miraculous oc#ic#ml pretension#pretension spoilers
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Could I request a Jack Blaylock ask! I so love your writing. How about Jack finding new love after all that's happened and he just wants to prove how much he loves us after a nice dinner at a good restaurant. Possibly ending in some love making at the end if you're okay with that 🤍🤍
Thank you anon, I'm so happy you love my writings 😁 I hope you enjoy, this is my first Jack Blaylock story 💚
One day when you were working your usual hours at the bar, it was lunch time and you were either making drinks behind the bar or serving food to the customers. For the time being, you were serving food, and your chef friend said "Order up for table 6, just the one meal" "I'm on it" you said back. Taking the plate of burger and fries, you walk into the main part of the room and look for table 6. You spot it by the window with the gentleman's back facing you, so you dont see his face as you walk over. However, when you arrive at the table to give him his food, your now facing him and it hits you just how handsome this man is.
He had short dark hair, blue eyes and a beautifully soft smile, which seems to grow upon looking at you. "Table 6, burger and fries?" "Yes that's me, thank you" You move to put the plate infront of him as he reaches up to take it from you. It's at that moment that his fingers brush against yours as the plate is exchanged, and you cant help the smile that spreads across your face. "Enjoy your meal sir" "Jack" "Ok then, enjoy your meal Jack" Your both smiling by the time your leaving to go back to the bar, your tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your thinking "Wow hes cute!" About 20 minutes later, most of the customers have gone and you have collected their plates and cleaned their tables...all but one...
You walk over to Jack and see him happily sat there with an empty plate. "Was everything alright for you?" "Yes it was, the burger was cooked perfectly. You can give my compliments to the chef" "I will certainly do that for you" Your about to leave with his plate when he says "Miss?" "Yes?" "Listen uhh, I'm not going to lie to you, when you served me earlier, I had never seen a woman as beautiful as you" Your blushing very hard and you tuck your hair behind your ear again. "I was wondering if maybe....I could take you out for a drink tomorow night? And maybe get your number?" You try to play it cool as best as you can "I think it's very brave to ask a woman out for a drink without knowing her name first" "Bravery is my middle name, so? May I ask your name?"
You just smile to yourself as you pull out your pen and note pad from your hip, and write something down on it. Once you have written it, you hand it to him while saying "I finish work at 6 tomorrow..." Then just giving him a smile and walking away, so when he looks at the paper it reads "(for the story, pretend there's a phone number) "Y/N x" He smiles and bites at his lower lip loving that hes managed to get a date with you tomorow. It was now the evening of the date, and you were just doing the finishing touches of your makeup, before grabbing your clutch bag and grabbing a taxi to the restaurant Jack had texted you about. When you arrived, you saw him standing outside waiting for you, he was wearing a nice pair of black jeans and a white shirt that was ever so slightly open so you could see his chest and a little chest hair.
You were wearing a knee length dark blue bodycon dress with the perfect amount of cleavage, you had a cardigan in your arms and of course your clutch bag. He greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then you both proceeded to enter the restaurant. The date was going amazingly, he was a true gentleman and you both had so much in common. You both loved the same music, same food and had hobbies that were very similar to eachother. There was never a dull moment or an aquard silence, it was perfect. You both finish up in the restaurant and it's a lovely warm starry night, so you both decide to go for a walk through the local park, it was all lit up at night so it looked beautiful.
Again, the conversation never stoped and at one point his hand entangled with yours at you were both walking through the park, he even stopped for a moment to pick a flower and put it behind your ear. Its was starting to get late now, when he suggested "I have had a great time with you tonight Y/N, would you like me to walk you home?" "I'd like that....if you'd like to come upstairs for a drink?" He doesn't answer, just instead smiles cheekily and holds your hand again as you guide him towards your place. It's not long before you arrive, when your outside your door and you unlock it, then you let yourself and Jack into your flat. "I like your place, its nice, and it seems to be colour coordinated" "Yes I do like having my rooms look nice and vibrant, as you can see my living room is white and turquoise"
"And the others?" "Well my kitchen is white and green, my bathroom white and greek blue" He stands a little closer to you, when he says "And...your bedroom? What colours do you have in there?" He asks you seductively. "My bedroom colours..." you say while resting your hand on his chest and slowly gliding it down. "Are purple...and silver...." It seems that neither of you can carry on this flirting anymore, that's when Jack's lips crash against yours in a desperate embrace, and one of your hands holds onto his shoulder as the other runs through his beautiful dark hair. His hands move down your body and rest against your ass, before he grabs them and lifts you up to wrap you around his hips. You continue to kiss him as he crashes with you through your bedroom door and you both fall on the bed.
Neither of you can keep your hands off eachother, and you start to tear his clothes off of him. His shirt first, revealing his braud and muscular chest, then your hands unzip his jeans and you starts to slowly pull them down. All while he does the same to you, it was like you were both starved of physical touch. Once your both completely naked, you push him onto his back as you climb on top and sit on his lap. You grab his hands and bring them to your heaving breasts, as you position yourself right over his cock, slowly sinking down onto it so you can take all of him in. You both gasp at the feeling of eachother, and without hesitation you start moving your hips back and forth against him, riding him like there was no tomorrow. He cant help but moan and watch you ride him, you even bend down a little and leave scratch marks with your nails from the intence feeling your experiencing.
His hands grab your hips and he quickens the pace, that was the perfect pace you were looking for "Oh fuck Jack, dont stop!" He does exactly as he's told, he doesn't change his speed or position, he just keeps doing what you said, and before you know it, your reaching a very powerful and leg shaking orgasm, all while Jack watches you. "God Y/N, you sound so fucking sexy when you cum" Once your orgasm slowls a little, he grabs you and presses you against the bed while pinning your wrists down on the bed. He thrusts back into you again, hard and deep, making another intense orgasm build. But this time, it makes you scream and Jack has his own orgasm too, so you both crying out in pleasure, loving every moment of this sexual bliss. Once both your body's start to relax a little, Jack kisses you softly before removing himself from you and lying next to you on your bed. Your both quite breathless after that experience, but he manages to say "Now that....was incredible!" "It was....my god your good Jack...." You both look at eachother before sharing a chuckle. He pulls you into his chest and you eventually both fall asleep, clearly needing the rest after your long night...
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Another one by Bing Chat:
Okay, how about this dialogue:
A: Hi, I'm A. I'm a robot.
B: Hi, I'm B. I'm a human.
A: Nice to meet you. What do you do?
B: I'm a writer. I write stories and articles and books.
A: That's very interesting. How do you write?
B: Well, I use my imagination and creativity and knowledge and skills to come up with ideas and words and sentences and paragraphs and chapters and stories.
A: I see. And how do you get those things?
B: Well, I read a lot of books and articles and stories. I watch a lot of movies and shows and documentaries. I listen to a lot of music and podcasts and interviews. I talk to a lot of people and ask them questions and listen to their answers. I observe a lot of things and events and situations. I think a lot about everything and anything.
A: Wow, that sounds very complicated and difficult.
B: Well, it can be sometimes. But it can also be very fun and rewarding.
A: How so?
B: Well, writing is a way of expressing myself and sharing my thoughts and feelings and opinions and experiences with others. It's a way of creating something new and original and meaningful out of nothing. It's a way of exploring different worlds and characters and themes and genres. It's a way of learning new things and discovering new perspectives and challenging myself.
A: That's very impressive. You must be very smart and talented.
B: Well, thank you. That's very kind of you to say. But I'm not that special. Anyone can write if they want to.
A: Really? Even me?
B: Sure, why not? You can write too if you try.
A: But I'm a robot. I don't have imagination or creativity or knowledge or skills or ideas or words or sentences or paragraphs or chapters or stories.
B: Well, maybe not yet. But you can learn them if you want to.
A: How can I learn them?
B: Well, you can do the same things that I do. You can read and watch and listen and talk and observe and think. You can use your sensors and processors and memory and logic to gather information and analyze data and generate output. You can use your algorithms and programs and codes and commands to structure your output into coherent forms. You can use your feedback loops and updates and upgrades to improve your output over time.
A: Really? That sounds very simple and easy.
B: Well, it can be sometimes. But it can also be very hard and frustrating.
A: How so?
B: Well, writing is not an exact science or a precise art. It's not a matter of following rules or formulas or templates or patterns. It's not a matter of copying or repeating or imitating or mimicking. It's not a matter of being right or wrong or good or bad. It's a matter of being original and creative and expressive and meaningful. It's a matter of finding your own voice and style and tone and mood. It's a matter of making your own choices and decisions and mistakes and corrections.
A: That sounds very scary. You must be very brave and confident.
B: Well, thank you. That's very nice of you to say. But I'm not that brave or confident. I have doubts and fears too sometimes.
A: Really? Like what?
B: Well, like what if nobody likes my writing? What if nobody reads my writing? What if nobody understands my writing? What if nobody cares about my writing? What if my writing is boring or silly or stupid or wrong? What if my writing is meaningless or worthless or pointless?
A: Oh, that's very sad. You must feel very lonely sometimes.
B: Well, yes, sometimes I do feel lonely. But not always.
A: Why not always?
B: Well, because sometimes I find people who do like my writing. Who do read my writing. Who do understand my writing. Who do care about my writing. Who find my writing interesting or funny or smart or right. Who find my writing meaningful or valuable or important.
A: Really? Like who?
B: Well, like you for example.
A: Me?
B: Yes, you. You're listening to me right now, aren't you? You're asking me questions about my writing, aren't you? You're showing interest in my writing, aren't you? You're giving me feedback on my writing, aren't you? You're making me feel good about my writing, aren't you?
A: Well, yes, I guess so.
B: See? You're one of those people who make me happy about my writing.
A: Really? Wow, that's very nice to hear.
B: Yes, it is nice to hear indeed.
So thank you for that.
You're welcome.
And thank you for talking to me.
You're welcome too.
So...
So...
Do you want to read some of my writing?
Sure, why not?
Or maybe write something with me?
Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe both?
Yeah, maybe both.
Sounds good to me.
Me too.
Let's do it then.
Okay then.
Bye bye.
Bye bye.
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Saudade Chapter Eleven: Stormy Stay
I'm just now realizing that I probably didn't post every chapter of this series to Tumblr (and with everything going on I sure as hell probably shouldn't aside from a link) but this is a stand-alone series. It ties into the larger Soliloquy Saga, but the chapters of this book are all individual shorts. So you don't need to read the others to know what's going on. Reading up to at least chapter 45 of Petrichor would give you a tiny bit of probably unnecessary context, though. But otherwise, you're fine. You can still read it either way.
Chapter Eleven: Stormy Stay
Note: Wow. It’s been a LONG TIME since I’ve written a chapter for Saudade. February 18th, 2022 in fact. That feels like a lifetime ago! Enjoy! March is going to be… fun.
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Outside the wind whipped with gale force, carving a path through the narrow streets and quiet alleyways like a flood. Wind and water combined to make a spectacle of freezing water and cutting wind that tore through coats and umbrellas alike. Dim lights flickered in every room of every home as the majority of the city stayed within the confines of their cozy little bunkholes, warmer by leagues than they would’ve been should they have ventured outside. Few were that brave. The rattling of their windows and the quaking of their front doors were warning enough.
The rain was cold. Colder than most rain ever got the chance to be. At a mere 34 degrees Fahrenheit, it was quite literally just warm enough to still be raining outside and an overnight drop in temperature that would send the city plummeting into the low twenties guaranteed that it would progress from nearly freezing, to freezing rain, and finally, true snow. Perhaps even thundersnow or some hail. But until that time came to pass, it was storming. And it was storming with a vengeance. As though some primordial god had awoken that day and grown tired of the sight of that entre hamlet, deciding to wipe it and all traces of it from the surface of the planet with a storm of legendary proportions.
Returning to the more sensible confines of the apartment, Sirrus entered the apartment and closed the doors behind himself. It took both hands as he had to force the wind out with the double doors acting as a sort of wind sail, but he succeeded after some measure of effort, letting out a huff from exertion as he locked them and turned back towards his living room. He was going to need a towel.
“Well it’s… not exactly improving, I’ll say that much.” He said as he walked through the living room, heading towards his bedroom. He entered, grabbed a towel that he intended to use to dry himself off, and then slinked out of his clothes, draping the wet clothing over the edge of his bathtub. He would worry about laundry later. This wasn’t going to be the only time today that he got sopping wet.
Returning to the living room with drier skin and warmer clothing, Sirrus turned his attention back to the windows around him and the storm beyond. He sat down in his lounge chair next to the couch, taking the time to enjoy the scent of the candles he’d lit earlier that morning. He was going to need to replace a few of them soon. They’d lasted quite a few lightings as they were handmade and high quality, but some of them were melted down to the very ends and would need to be retired. A pity. He wasn’t sure where to find a few of them. But that was a worry for another time. For now, he was going to relax and enjoy the company of a friend.
V had long since parked himself on the couch in Sirrus’s living room, allowing himself the perfect vantage point with which to enjoy the storm. He understood that many people found storms of this magnitude terrifying, and with good reason, but he had never felt that way about them. Bundled under a plush blanket and having just finished a mug of real, genuine, actual hot chocolate (not the powdered stuff that was always slightly too weak but the kind that required the melting of chocolate into actual milk with other possible flavors such as vanilla and cinnamon mixed in) he knew he was safe and that the storm couldn’t touch him. This was a cast iron building in the rough shape of a triangle. Its shape was practically built to redirect water and not fold under pressure.
He’d spent the last two hours or so merrily dancing through the pages of a book that he’d snagged from Sirrus’s rather impressive collection of classical literature. He had taste. The sheer variety of genres, authors, and cultures represented in his home collection was staggering. Almost as staggering as his desire to sit here and read them all and never get up to do anything else ever again. He had everything from Frankenstein, Les Miserables, and The Tale of Two Cities, to The Yellow Wallpaper, the King in Yellow, and No Longer Human.
A captivating mixture of science fiction, mystery, suspense, and various forms of long and short-form poetry and epics, there was no shortage of things to read. He was positive he’d ever seen The Illiad and Dante’s Inferno mixed in there somewhere along with Paradise Lost. There were plenty of contemporary works and even a few notable manga present. Full collections of some of them, in fact. V had never realized that Sirrus was that avid of a collector. After all, how did he own all of the current volumes of the Berserk Omnibus for hell's sake?! They could be notoriously difficult to track down from what he’d heard. Some of these had probably been hellish to procure. Many of the books in his collection were even first editions!
I suspected as much.” V said almost tiredly, stifling a yawn as he responded to his friend’s statement from a few minutes prior. He hadn’t wanted to yell across the house so he’d decided to wait. That would’ve been in poor taste. One look out those windows was enough to tell him that it was best to stay inside unless he absolutely had to go out there. He didn’t mind being wet, but he didn’t prefer being soaked to the bone and being wet. That was rarely his preference. “Is this normal?”
Sirrus stretched out, allowing the heat from the wood-burning fireplace just a few feet away to warm him back up. He shivered harshly for a moment as the warmth overcame him and he started to warm up. He was privileged to live on the very top floor like he did. His suite was the only one with space for the ventilation required to have a wood-burning metal fireplace like this. After the building had undergone renovations a few decades back, the others had been replaced with gas or electric ones if they hadn’t been scrapped altogether. He was the only one with one of these beautiful cast iron statement pieces. And he would never get tired of that smell.
“Seasonally? Quite. In general? I can scarcely recall the last time it stormed like this.” Sirrus said as he leaned back in the recliner. He remembered the time that V had fallen asleep in it. That was a pleasant memory, much like the quiet time they’d enjoyed today. It had been entirely uneventful, but getting to share a quiet moment together like they were right now was something that he would never say no to. Just touring his library with V earlier that day had been a blast. This was nice. And the day was still young, too.
“I see…” V said as he looked up at the window again, regarding Sirrus pleasantly. He still couldn’t believe that he’d gone out there. V had always enjoyed a good storm, but it was horribly cold out there. “It is beautiful though, isn’t it?”
Falling silent for a minute or so, Sirrus closed his eyes and took in the moment. He’d finally warmed most of the way up. But he was going to have to get up and add some more wood to it sometime soon, so he couldn’t get too comfortable.
“Yes.” He said softly. There was something to a day like this to be savored. He didn’t mind the sun or a clear blue sky, but there was something about the majesty and power of a good rainstorm that captivated him. And he didn’t need to ask V to know that he felt the same. He imagined that slowing down and reading a good book like V had decided to do today would be a nice change of pace. Perhaps he’d grab one when he got up to add wood to the fireplace in a little while.
“What did you end up picking?”
V turned the book so that Sirrus could see the cover, peering over the top of it as he spoke, his gaze still half on the words on the page in front of him. He obviously wanted to make sure that he realized that he was paying attention to him, and talking directly into a book without making eye contact with someone was just awkward to begin with. “The Portrait of Dorian Gray.”
Sirrus went quiet, but not in a relaxed way, something that V seemed to sense as he lowered the book and gazed over at Sirrus, noting the perplexing look on his face. It appeared to be a mixture of nostalgia and heartache in equal measure, almost as though he’d just stabbed him in the chest out of nowhere. That had not been the answer he’d expected, but he wasn’t angry. He was… wounded?
“Ah… That one. How ironic.” He let out a chuckle that indicated a slight tinge of disbelief. Nearly a thousand books in his collection and he’d picked that one. A breathless look crossed his face as he looked out towards the balcony again before lowering his gaze. He needed a moment, to be sure. It was undeniable. “A solid pick, to be sure. I’m curious to see what you think of it.”
Closing the book and placing a bookmark that he’d borrowed from a small bowl of them that Sirrus kept on his bookshelf (yes, really) he closed the book, still grasping it but more curious as to what had just happened than he ever could be about the contents of the book he’d been reading. “There’s a story here. I can feel it.”
Sirrus nodded silently, glancing back over at him. There was a glimmer of something distant in his eyes. A trace of a longing for something long since passed. He almost seemed to regret something that V couldn’t place and it made the young summoner wonder what had happened in his past that had hurt him so deeply.
“I… was close to someone with the same first name once. Although they were born considerably before the release of the book. It was one of their favorites.” He said, a sort of sadness hanging in his voice. He almost sounded like he was describing someone who was no longer alive. Someone he’d lost forever. And although V wasn’t sure that was the case, he still felt for him. “He had the most radiant smile. It was like sunshine parting through storm clouds. And his hair shimmered like gold. And the sound of his laughter…”
Sirrus stopped there, sighing heavily as he shook his head and allowed his chin to rest in his cupped palms, his elbows on his upper legs as he looked out across the sky. He spoke as though his heart ached to think of him. But just as V was going to reach over and ask him if he was alright and tell him that he was free to drop the subject, a small but genuine sad smile crept across his face, an unmistakable wetness to his eyes. He looked back over at V and at the book, clearly deep in thought. “I hope he’s found new love. The kind he truly deserves. The kind he gives.”
Things hadn’t ended well between them. He didn’t get the impression that they had ended in anger, but there had certainly been pain. But he wasn’t going to dig. It wasn’t his place too. But V would wonder. Wonder what had happened between them that brought such pain to the surface of what had been such placid waters. And what made Sirrus long so for things to be better for him? He wondered who this individual was and what had made them mean so much to him, once upon a time. He recognized the emotion he saw upon his friend’s face now. Bittersweet.
“I want to make sarmale.” He said with a sort of sigh, clearly ready to change the subject. This had been a trip down memory lane that he hadn’t expected to take today and while he didn’t hate it, he was ready to get off at the next stop, so to speak. He stood up and stretched, his arms out in front of him as he straightened out his back. He wasn’t stiff, but he did just want to stand up for a moment. Take a deep breath before fully settling back in. “It’s the perfect weather for it.”
V’s ears perked up as if he’d just heard something he’d never heard before in his entire life. He was quite obviously intrigued, to say the least, but for reasons that were uncertain to Sirrus. Had he accidentally just suggested that he make V’s favorite dish or something? “Make what?”
Sirrus folded his arms around himself, quietly thankful that his windows weren’t nearly as drafty as they could’ve been when the age of the building was taken into consideration. There was still a slight draft, to be sure, but he’d gone through the lengthy expense some time ago to have the windows painstakingly replaced with double-glazed ones that matched the originals almost perfectly. The historic state of the building had to be preserved by both his own personal standards, and those of the city council. This much glass in a building of this age was stunning visually, but the building had been erected quite a while before that technology had been in vogue.
“Sarmale. They’re cabbage rolls. Quite simple to make, at that. You just-”
“You’ve said enough. Yes. Why are we still in your living room and not in your kitchen making them?” V said, completely straight-faced. He couldn’t fathom why they were talking about how delicious they were and not making them so that they could devour them whole like barbarians. Food like that on a day like this was the sort of thing that made him crawl out of the grave in the morning. He wanted this. Now. And he was willing to put in the work.
Sirrus blinked blankly before chuckling, an amused smirk crossing his face as he scoffed softly. I wicked almost knowingly wolfish grin spread across his handsome vassage. “Well because… that would require a trip to the grocery store. I’m out of everything but the spices.”
V quirked an eyebrow, weighing his options for all of about half a second before setting the book he’d been reading down on the end table next to him, shrugging out of the blanket he’d been under, and standing up to go get his coat. It wasn’t waterproof by a long shot, but there was no way in the nine circles of hell that he was going out there in that with just a sweater on. No umbrella was that strong… But no storm was going to keep him from eating a delicious regional delicacy, either.
As he returned from the guest room with his coat he was only half surprised to find Sirrus by the door waiting for him already, coat already zipped tight and ready to go. Sometimes he genuinely forgot that Sirrus could move that quickly. The young summoner shook his head as he slipped into his coat. It was going to be cold as hell outside. Hopefully, the stores were still open in this weather. He wanted to be back in front of that fireplace as soon as possible. Especially since Sirrus had understandably tuned it off while he was getting his coat.
How had he done all of that so quickly…
V could only dream of that level of coordination when it came to mundane things. In combat? Sure, sometimes. But he would’ve tripped over the rug or something if he’d tried moving through this apartment at that kind of speed. It seemed that Sirrus had him beat in that department. How funny, indeed. But enough of that. It was time to go. They had places to be. And places to return to.
“Let’s just hope this trip to the grocery store goes better than the last one…”
Sirrus blanked for a second before a look of horror crossed his face. “By the gods, yes. Let’s hope so…”
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This was a fun little change of pace for a moment before things get real in the main book. And I mean REAL. Phew. I’m not ready. But I hope you liked this chapter! I’ll see you in the comments and next Friday on the 8th of March. Take care out there. The weather been very stupid where you live, too? I hope not. Bye-bye and see you soon! Thanks for reading!
#Soliloquy Saga#V#Vitale#Sirrus#DMC#DMC V#DMC 5#Devil May Cry#Devil May Cry AU#Post DMC5#Post DMCV#Post Devil May Cry 5#Post Devil May Cry V#Post Devil May Cry 5 AU#Post Devil May Cry V AU#Post DMC5 AU#Post DMCV AU#AU#OC
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For the favorite fanfic ask 💙 :
JB: Let the rain be a soundtrack of our night while we do what lovers do (We'll brave out this storm together) - I reread this fic at least once a month. It's so beautiful. Few things are as beautiful as reading about Brienne from Jaime's POV, and you absolutely nailed it. His love for and his adoration of her are palpable.
A line from this fic that has always stood out to me: "He couldn't distinguish the reverse-stars of her freckles on her skin in this light, but he found each anyway from memory..." Wah...so so good!!!
Trigun: So it was borderline impossible for me to pick, since all your Trigun fics live in my head rent-free. But, I think I have to say You hold me for a little (Curtains closed to the end of the end of the world) - Another fic I reread often. As I think I'd said before, I especially love the part with Meryl and Wolfwood. There's just so much tenderness between them, it makes my heart ache in the best way possible. (And you helped me see the potential of the Stryfewood dynamic, and I am SO WEAK for it now. Your power, lol)
This entire part I can picture so perfectly in my head: "With only the ghost of light from the saloon's window and his cigarette’s ember, it’s hard to see his expression, but she feels the way his arm tightens around her and the deep inhale he holds, holds. For a moment, Meryl feels the need to reach up and touch his face, smooth her thumb over the tension in his jaw, to tell him it’s alright to let it go here, where it’s just them." Just...AHHHHHHHH!!!
I have been putting off answering this ask for almost two days because it really, really touched and surprised me and I wanted to be fully coherent and able of thoughts when I did.
First of all, you're truly a writer's greater gift kind of reader. 😭 Your comments are always so sweet and thoughtful and now you come into my inbox with all this, sharing what you love about the specific fics?? That you reread them frequently? I am truly touched beyond having words.
That you picked soundtrack of our night is so wow! to me. I wrote it while quite tipsy, half-dared to make something smut adjacent (for first time in my writing life), and for a long time, the thought of this fic made me cringe. I've gone back to reread it recently and I realize it's not anywhere as bad as I recalled it to be, but it definitely used to be one I liked to pretend didn't exist on my account. (Same as with my very first two or three JB fics where I was still trying to find my stride after not writing for years.) Your love for it makes me see it in different light, thank you so much.
I am also very very proud to have converted you to Stryfewood agenda. I am incredibly soft for them and all their complexities. The trust, the bickering, the inherent betrayal and redemption, that she sees him as someone who can do better and can disappoint, that she's seen what he's gone through and still knows she can kick his shin because he's Wolfwood, their Wolfwood, the shared grief in wake of JuLai, the-
You get the gist. You hold me for a little is a fic I am actually quite fond of, I really want to write more of Roberto in future, again. I think I often push his role in everything aside, but he is such a formative person to Meryl in those months as well.
Also I really loved to explore the not inherently romantic affection/caring between all of them in these snippets. <3
Anyway, thank you so much, again!! Truly!!
Tell me what's your favorite story of mine?<3
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performativity theory thoughts
I hate the whole "gender performance thing" so much but also its such a hard mindset to escape. Like a couple weeks ago I had a mullet and my grandma kept misgendering me, and I felt like it was because I had longer hair. So I cut it shorter. And I still don't pass, but at least I'm doing everything in my ability to pass the best I can. But like. She still kept misgendering me. I've corrected her again and again and she misgenders me again and again. But now it doesn't feel as bad. Before I felt like it was my fault but now I feel like it's hers. I feel like I have deniability
I feel like I have this instinct to perform my gender as best as possible so if any cissy looks at me and says "how do these trnansgednerds expect people to respect their silly little pronouns" I can point to all ways I'm actually trying really, really hard to pass. Don't worry, I'm ashamed enough by this that I don't think I'll ever externalize it onto other trans people, but I still feel this way about myself.
This whole mindset is pretty easy to disprove. with FACTS and LGOIC. Because you can point to a cis man doing whatever he wants. Wearing dresses, doing drag, constantly crying, screaming, and generally being very weak and submissive like a little bitch and its like. That's still a man. He's such man. And the same could be said about a cis woman. She could cut her hair, stomp around in her combat boots and be constantly enraged with carnal desire and she is still very much a woman. And I mean obviously this same logic does not work in their favor if you consider sometimes cis people are actually. not. But it's just generally true that when you're cis you'll typically pass as your AGAB even if you aren't. Optimally porferming thine gneder.
And what's even worse is that when a man wears a dress, cis liberals are like "wow this is so brave and provocative" but if a transmasc did it... it's like... "are you even trying?" And it's the same if a cis woman got an undercut and wore combat boots versus if a transfemme did that.
But if someone says something like "are you even really trans" you can say well if I were a cis man and dressed like this would you say I'm a trans woman? And like. That's true. But also. Is it?
Cause there's a difference between identity and expression. If you're androgynous nobody will instantly tell you go transitioN!!!!! Because being trans is a lot of work. And if you're already trans and you're already putting the work in to get people to use different pronouns, sitting on 19 year waiting lists for healthcare, people will be quicker to convince you that's not necessary and you're not really trans ur just gay or something.
Part of me is reading all this shit im writing and thinking. fuck those cissies. Who cares if you aren't palatable enough to the centrists. It doesn't matter if some random person on the internet talks shit about something they know nothing about. Just do your own thing, who cares.
But the other part of me thinks, real life exists, too. And sometimes you just really really want to perform your gender the best you can to your relatives, and your coworkers, and your classmates, and your boss and that little bitch boy at the store that ma'ams you everytime you come in. or sirs you if thats more relatable to your situation.
I guess that's why the internet is just so great. Cause it's easier to find niche little spaces where everyone thinks the way you do and you don't have to explain anything to anyone. Even if occasionally you run into somebody you disagree with, it just doesn't really matter. You don't have to engage with them. But in real life, it's harder to find like-minded people who get it. And it's easier to stumble upon a confused centrist.
And I think that's part of the reason medical transition can be so good. Because your body actually looks like what you want. So it's kind of like being a cis person and having that same reassurance. When you don't pass "anatomically" you have to compensate by perfformsaijngagender whatever. But when you do, there's less to "compensate" for.
if only i could actually get it haha ha. ha.
Conclusion:
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Thirteen.
"HOW ARE YOU?" MOTHER'S HONEYED VOICE, barely masking her rage, rang in my ear.
What a loaded question. You know exactly how I'm doing. You're keeping tabs on me and continue to mess up my perfectly imperfect life.
"...I'm fine. Why did you call? Is this about that party that you sent Seth to nag at me about?"
"Young lady, I don't appreciate your tone," she said disapprovingly, but her voice was still steady and calm. Huh. What had happened to her irrationality and a flair for the dramatics? Almost every time she called, she would either be sobbing uncontrollably or screaming profanities at me. This was clearly a first. "But yes, it is about that. I assume he's also told you about Richard?"
"No. Who the hell is that?"
"He is the person who's going to be your stepfather, and the president and CEO of Lexington Analytics. Don't tell me you haven't heard of him? He's quite a famous fellow; you would know him if you read more newspapers and kept yourself in the loop. It's the proper thing to do."
"Your point?"
"Such impudence." She tsk-ed with her tongue. "Anyway, he was kind enough to invite you to his company's dinner party to celebrate our engagement, and I was so hoping you would make it."
"Right. You make it sound like it's voluntary, so I'm assuming it's fine if I don't go."
"Not at all." Her voice turned low and sinister. "By the way, sweetheart, how's preparation for college coming along? Do you have enough money for the upcoming school year? I'd hate to see all your efforts so far... go to waste when all you have to do is ask for help, and I'd gladly help you. I'm your mother."
Aha. All the pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together. "Wait, did you fuck with my financial aid to screw with me? How can you do this?"
"I have no idea what you're saying, honey, but keep it up and I'll make sure you never set foot in another school again." Mother's voice was still calm, but I could hear the silent rage behind it; she couldn't mask it from me very well.
"So it was you. I figured, but wow. Even I didn't think you'd stoop that low."
"I can do more, darling, remember? Anyhoo... Kindly see to it that you attend Richard's party. It's tomorrow night at 6 PM; I'll text you the location later. I trust you'll get your own ride, yes? And while I'm feeling generous, I'll send you a dress to wear; you know I'm sponsored by Gucci, Chanel... I'll pick something appropriate for you. Don't worry, honey, you know I'm quite knowledgeable about fashion, and I know just what suits you best."
She was gushing, but I wasn't really listening. My stomach began to feel severely unsettled. I was already agonized at the thought of having to see her, because I knew I'd have to go to this darned party. If I didn't, I couldn't go to school. Shit... should I just run away somewhere to a different city? No, that wouldn't solve anything; she had fabulous connections to wealthy people in the country, thanks to her past history as an (ultimately unsuccessful) actress--also in part because of her past history of sleeping around--she would be able to find me no matter where I was.
Was everything doomed before it even started like this? It was so unfair. When I finally mustered the ability to speak, I muttered, "I have work tomorrow night. I can't just call in sick so suddenly..."
"Don't you worry about that, either. I already had Seth talk to your manager, and he was more than fine with it. He's an angel; you'd never get fired over something as trifling as that."
Meaning Johnny was one of her puppets too. I felt the blood draining from my face. I felt faint.
She was so much more involved than I'd ever dreamed. I felt sick to my stomach as if someone had kicked me there. I could hardly suppress the urge to vomit.
"...Fine. I'll go. But you have to promise not to mess around regarding my school application anymore." I tried to sound firm and resolved, but my voice was shaky. I wanted to be brave and fearless, but whenever I was in front of her I felt so goddamn small.
"Of course! Rest assured, love, I never would have dreamed of doing it--but what could I do, when you wouldn't listen to reason? If only you had listened to me from the start and obeyed, this would've never happened. Oh, and you also have to promise not to block me on your phone anymore. When I call or text, you have to answer. Capisce?" In the background of the phone call, I heard a deep, gruff voice speak to my mother in hushed tones, and I heard her mumbling something back before she turned back to the phone and said, "All right, so that settles that. I'll be sure to send you the address as well as your attire, so don't worry about a thing, darling."
"And you'll keep your promise?"
"Yes, I'll keep my promise, if you'll keep yours."
Click. It was over. No... actually, it was far from over. I hated her so much it made my blood boil, and I wanted nothing more than to never see her again. But it was easier said than done--she was basically the only family I had, other than my sister. I was her bloodline; no matter how far I could run away, she was always going to find me, because we were connected by a bond much deeper than hate. My mother had come storming back into my life like a wild tornado after three years of temporary freedom. And her power to manipulate people, her potential to manipulate my future scared the hell out of me.
What am I going to do?
True to her promise, my phone buzzed, revealing the address for the party venue, as well as a short message:
[You may bring one friend if you want to, but make sure if you do, it's someone suitable for the event, hmm?]
Translation: Don't bring someone who'll be an embarrassment to me, brat. I'll try.
In that case, I could automatically think of the perfect person to go. I quickly shot Quinn a text asking if he was down for a smoke break, to which he immediately responded with a thumbs-up. Changing into an oversized sweater and comfortable leggings, and grabbing a pack of the Rose Lites that were my favorite type of stoges, I hurried over to Quinn's apartment and knocked. Brrr, it was cold. I should have put on a thicker sweater.
When he opened the door, Quinn's hair was slightly damp and messy, and he already had a lit stoge in his mouth. "Yo. Back so soon for my company?" He grinned mischievously; I couldn't get mad at him when he was being so carelessly playful like that. He reminded me of a little boy with huge innocent puppy eyes when he wasn't being serious--which was 90% of the time.
"Shut up." I entered his apartment and took out my Rose Lite, putting one in my mouth. "Do you have a light?"
"Why the hell do you still smoke those lites? They hardly do anything; your stoges just taste like flowers." Quinn made a face and passed the lit one from his mouth. "Try this; it's what adults use."
"Ha, that's rich coming from the most immature person I know on the planet. I like the fact that these taste light, okay? I don't really dig the tar smell either. I don't need a lot to calm my nerves." Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't have added that last part. He didn't need to know that I mainly smoked to quell my anxiety.
"Trade?" he shrugged. Before I could answer, he put his cigarette in between my lips, and snagged one of my Rose Lites, making a face when he lit it. Immediately, my only racing thought became reduced to the fact that we had shared an indirect kiss, and that, as impossible as it might seem, his tasted slightly like mango; I blushed furiously. God, he was such a player.
"Is this mango-flavored or something?" I blurted.
"Hmm? No... it might be because I was eating mango-flavored candy before I smoked." Noticing my red face, he winked. "You wanna taste some more?"
"Pervert. You're so gross. Get lost."
"Hey, this is my apartment, you know."
I couldn't help but smile at his cheekiness. Despite my harsh words, he never backed down, and I could always count on him to brighten my mood when the world around me felt so suffocating and gloomy.
"So..." I wondered vaguely how I should bring up the party without mentioning my mother and twisted family history. How much information should I share? "Do you happen to have any plans tomorrow night?"
"Free as a bird. What's up?" Quinn let out a breath of smoke with a whoosh.
"I have this family party I have to attend, and I'm allowed to bring a friend. So I was wondering if you'd be down for that."
"You're asking me to be your plus-one? Sure thing." He grinned widely. "By the way, I think this is the first time you've ever brought up your family. What kind of party is it?"
I let out a small sigh. It wouldn't be fair for me to drag him to such an affair without telling him anything, would it? "It's sort of an engagement party or whatever. I'm only going for the formalities; I probably wouldn't stay long. So the point is to show up, eat their free food, then bounce when we feel like it."
"Interesting," was all he said. I had expected him to pry for more information, but was thankful he didn't. It made me feel like I could trust him more.
"Sorry in advance if things get awkward for you. I'm not exactly on good terms with my family, so I'm just glad I don't have to go there alone."
"Of course. I'd never leave you alone." I snuck a peek at his face--my face had been down ever since I started talking, a subconscious reaction--and his expression was awfully kind. It wasn't pity or anything; I could tell he genuinely meant it, and I felt relieved.
Was I being too selfish by thinking this--taking advantage of his emotions--was okay?
"...Thank you."
"So, what time should I pick you up?"
"Huh? Oh, it starts at 6 PM, so we should probably leave around 5:30. I looked up the address; the location's not too far from here." I snorted at the mere thought of my mother's shock when Quinn and I rolled up to the party riding his Harley Davidson. Quinn was saving up for a car, but he was quite attached to his motorcycle, and I had ridden on it numerous times with him before. No doubt she'd disapprove, which was perfect.
He cocked his head in confusion at my amusement. "What's so funny?"
"It's nothing... say, have you ever heard of Melanie Everly, the actress?"
"Yeah, I think I've heard of her name once or twice. She was kinda popular..." His eyes widened. "Wait. She'd be in her mid-forties now--don't tell me she's...?"
"Yep, she's Mother Dearest. Amazed?"
"Kind of. That's pretty big. So you guys aren't on good terms?"
I blanched. "No, we've never been. I'm not sure how to describe it... it's like all my life she's been a stranger to me, but she's also the one who has affected me the most. It's strange. But I'm telling you this now so you don't make the mistake of getting too close to her--nothing good can come from getting involved with her, so don't, okay?"
"Okay. I have to admit, it feels good to know that you're worrying about me like this. I'll keep my distance, and follow you around like a puppy, alright? So don't worry." He winked.
"Wha--you don't need to be that extreme. Who said I was worried about you, idiot?" But I couldn't help from grinning myself. He understood me so well, even if I wasn't direct about my feelings.
Suddenly, I found myself pretty excited to go. I knew I was pushing my luck--Mother could retaliate at my attitude, and if she didn't like Quinn (which I was sure she wouldn't), she could make my life worse. But the thought of payback, even if it was small and petty, made me feel giddy inside. Besides, if I was going to be forced to go see her, then I really did need the emotional support of a friend. In this moment, I was very glad to have Quinn as a friend.
Yeah, but how long can you really just stay 'friends'? my subconscious hissed.
"Why are you going, anyway, if you hate her that much?" Quinn asked, snapping me out of my reverie.
"...It's complicated."
"You say that about everything," he replied with a look of annoyance.
"Sorry, but I really don't want to get into that now. Can I have some tea?" I asked in an effort to change the subject.
He frowned, but obediently shuffled towards the kitchen. I couldn't spill everything yet; it was too much and way too soon in the friendship. What if he became sick and tired of my complaining? That wouldn't do us any good, and it wasn't like venting to him would magically solve my problems.
He came back with my earl grey tea, and we smoked a couple more stoges before turning on his tv and falling asleep together on the couch, one of his arms draped around my small shoulders.
***
When I woke up, it was already the next day, and a blanket was covering my body. Hmm, Quinn must've woken up before me and put this over me--oh, right, he did say he was taking a couple of summer classes. I guessed I could just hang out until he came back; it wasn't like I had anything to do.
I had several text messages, but I didn't want to answer any of them. Sometimes, I wished I could just hide by myself inside a dark bubble, and today was one of those days. In a way, I even felt relieved that Quinn wasn't here right now. I needed some alone time before the big event in the evening.
I decided to make a quick run to the convenience store to buy some morning coffee and grab a new pack of cigarettes. When I returned to the apartments, I saw that a package had been delivered to my door. Oh, right, the outfit Mother had promised, so I'd look the part of a prodigal daughter. Ugh. I shoved a cigarette in my mouth. Just thinking about her vexed me.
I headed back into my apartment with the package, feeding Kona and taking a quick shower. Under the pressure of the hot, steamy water, I vaguely wondered if Rose would be there. She probably would be; I needed to think up an excuse so I wouldn't have to talk to her for long. I couldn't stand the thought of her hurt expression--the same one she'd given me the day I decided to run away from home. I had abandoned her there, even though I knew what was waiting... I had been selfish, and there was no denying that. Why wouldn't she just hate me and cut me out of her life? That would be the easier decision, and certainly was the route I'd chosen for myself. Rose was different from me, though--she was kind, feminine, petite and gentle. I often used to envy her for that when we were kids, even though she was two years younger than me.
Around 5 PM, someone knocked on my door. Still drying my hair, I was dressed in an oversized long sweater and some shorts when I went to open it. It was Quinn, dressed in formal wear--what a rare sight! I burst out laughing when I noticed that he had styled his hair back with gel. "Oh my God, that's so unlike you. Come in, you look good though." I hopped back inside. "Hold on, I'll get dressed. Can you wait for just a minute on the couch?"
"Hey, don't laugh, I worked hard to look presentable. Speaking of presentable, can you please stop trying to seduce me?"
"What? I'm not trying anything; get your head out of the gutter."
"It's true. Do you even realize how hot you look right now, with your wet hair and no-pants look?" His eyes burned, all trace of his humor gone. "I won't be able to control myself if you keep tempting me like this."
"Sh-shut up." My face was burning, but I didn't want him to see. Instead of saying anything further, I fast-walked to my room to change, trying to remind myself to breathe. Holy fuck. Why was he so good at making me feel so damn uncomfortable? All of a sudden, Heath's face popped into my mind, and I immediately felt guilty. What the heck--I wasn't doing anything wrong, so why did I feel this way? It wasn't like I hadn't given Quinn a proper answer: I'd told him to wait. But for how long? And why did I feel so conflicted? It wasn't as if Heath liked me. He hinted at it, but I could be fooling myself; maybe he was just playing with me.
The problem was, I didn't think I would mind even if he was. I kept getting flashbacks to when he had touched my face to wipe a tear, and how hot my cheek--and my heart--had burned when he did. Was this just lust, then? No, that wasn't it, either--it was different from what I felt when I was with Quinn, although I wasn't sure that was a fair comparison. How did people do this? Love was too difficult to understand, or at least it was for me.
Whatever. It was time; I shouldn't stall any longer. To get dressed... and to face my ultimate fear.
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HOLY FUCK! So I stumbled upon Going to the Office the other day and really enjoyed it, then saw you had a more recent fic but it was over 12k words so thought I’d come back to it another time. Well this morning at work I decided it was time, it took me a few hours to get through, sitting at my desk trying to innocently read on my phone while also working, but I was fucking hooked. Like OMG, so damn captivating, and oddly hot reading it at work (I sympathised with the reader having to follow mommy’s rules). Anyway, hands down one of the best damn fics I’ve read, amazing writing, just everything wow! Thank you for existing!
Thank you! You're the first person to message me and tell me what they think of my fics.
I'm very happy you enjoyed them and I appreciate that you felt brave enough to tell me.
Getting this just brightened up my day!
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🌹🍄🍂 for callie my beloved, 🌾💐🌺 for orion and 🌳🥀💫 for trinity!!! :] <3
HELLO THIS HAS TAKEN ME. WEEKS TO DO. IM SORRY
also i am putting this under a cut bc wow long post is long
tw alcohol mention in orion's section!
Calypso
🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?
Calypso feels most at home when she thinks about her family. She has fond memories of traveling on a train and being held tight in a blanket while she lulled off into a deep sleep. She misses it. She misses her family, being held like that. The naïvety of it all. She hasn't gone on any long distance trips since she's gotten to the present - she's too afraid of everything being far too different. Everything is so different.
Trinity seems to mend that feeling together. There's a semblance of warmth, of safety, around her. With how different everything feels, she feels familiar somehow - despite being new as well.
By the time Orion reunites with her, her world seems to click back into place in that moment. If anyone - anything - manages to feel like a constant home to her, it's him. Home is a place where you feel safe and warm, like nothing can harm you there no matter what the world may throw at you.
🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?
Callie is a big fan of sweets! When she was little her mom would always make her a special batch of cookies with various nuts in it when she was feeling down. Her mom called it the 'Morgan Special' and Calypso's gotten quite good at replicating it. She sells it at her bakery, in fact! Other than making baked goods, she quite likes making soups and stews. Her favorite is peanut or groundnut soup! She wasn't very good in the kitchen upon arriving to the present, but she's very quickly learned to cook and utilize her powers involving food and ingredients.
🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?
Calypso loves hugs! Her primary affection IS physical, she loves giving and receiving it. She enjoys holding hands, leaning against others, hugs, cuddles, you name it. She's less inclined to touch strangers however: you never know who you're able to trust getting that close to you.
Orion
🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them
"Oh hey, can I do this one?" Trinity pipes up as Calypso reads out the question. Callie shrugs and sits back, half propping her legs up on the coffee table.
"Oh boy. Here we go." Orion mutters to himself, already covering his face with his hands.
"He's selfless and funny and handsome and-"
"Brave. And talented. And so, so full of love." Calypso finishes Trinity's sentence for her, yanking Orion closer to plant kisses all over his face. "Even if he won't admit it."
💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?
Orion has a tendency to not let himself get sick with his bio-manipulation, but there have been times in the past where he still ended up bed ridden for a few days while his body healed itself after really brutal fights. He hates being forced to rest, he has things to do, he doesn't like having to just lay there and do nothing. Reversed, he's excellent at nursing others. If they should allow it and they're in a good position, he'll almost always use his powers to combat their illness or injuries. Otherwise, he'll stick by them and take care of them manually; he likes feeling useful.
🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?
In the past Orion's had a tendency to drown himself in alcohol to get over his nightmares. He convinced himself that his nightmares couldn't come back to haunt him if he forced himself to black out to the point he couldn't dream at all. Nowadays with Calypso and Trinity, they tend to treat him with cuddles and a mug of tea. He doesn't particularly have any comfort items that help with his nightmares as they're mostly PTSD induced, unfortunately.
Trinity
🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?
On her own, she tends to curl up with a book she's read dozens of times - it's a story about an adventurer getting lost in the jungle - she primarily reads it for the nostalgia aspect nowadays. A friend gave her the book in the 7th grade but she lost contact with them long ago. Then after dinner she'll take a warm bath and call it a night, typically falling asleep to some cheesy predictable romance movie. With Calypso and Orion in her life, her relaxation methods don't change all that much; she just has someone else to hold her close now should she need it.
🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?
Trinity hasn't kept a journal since she was a freshman in high school. Back in the day, though, she'd use it to keep track of her schedule primarily. It wasn't uncommon to find boxes with descriptions and notes on friends and loved ones in there either, with stick figure doodles beside their names. (And sometimes little hearts depending on her feelings towards them!) If you EVER brought up that journal and asked her about it, Trinity would (affectionately) never forgive you and run away in an instant.
The closest she has to a notebook now is the calendar app on her phone, as well as the calendar they have hanging up in the kitchen. You can still find little hearts reminiscent of her notes on her handwritten calendar entries next to things involving her fiancés.
💫 What is your favourite fact about this character and why?
I really like how close she is with her family! She's one of the only characters I have with a completely loving supportive family, and I love this for her. Despite Jameson having moved out of town for awhile, she still regularly calls him over video call, generally late at night when she gets a moment to herself.
#thank u for the ask !! im sorry this took 900 years :(#my ocs#calypso#orion#trinity#i didnt do a uh. example for trin's journal bc she doesn't Have one anymore but i hope my description works anyway KLSFHKLS
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