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seeingivy · 11 months

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milestones

satoru gojo x f!reader

megumi thanks you and satoru for everything you’ve done

content: megumi + oc child, FLUFF, just sweet little wholesome family moment at graduation, lil family dynamics

an: based on a very cute family I saw while working graduation a few weeks ago. realized ive been giving no attention to my man gojo while I draft the longer fic so I will revive an unfinished draft. not proofread.

“Asami, stop ringing the cowbell. Your Megumi-nii is going to be here any second.”

You feel her tug on the end of your skirt and you look down to meet her crystal blue eyes, no cowbell in sight.

“That’s not me, Mama.”

You turn your neck to find Satoru standing on the platform, shaking the cowbell over his head. Megumi’s going to kill him. If you don’t get to him first. You grab his arm and yank him down, pinching the end of his ears in your fingers.

“Ow ow ow. Quit it.”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to find Megumi, love! I would have used the air horn but Asami lost it.”

He reaches down, tickling her by the sides as she laughs out in protest. You pull them both in front of you, scolding the two of them under their breaths as you fix their outfits. Satoru’s tie was off center, Asami’s skirt was riding up, their matching white hair unruly. Before you can fix it, Satoru grabs your hand in the air, locking his fingers with yours.

“This is worse than when he was in the school play. You’d think he was getting married by the way you were acting.”

“Shut up. This is a big deal for him, I don’t want him to think we’re not taking it seriously.”

“You printed out minute by minute itineraries on how we were all going to get here. I think he knows you take this seriously, my sweet.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he fixes your hair, pushing it behind your ears. You give him one last eye roll, before standing on the tips of your toes to find Megumi in the crowd. The graduates had started coming out, other families wrapping their arms around each other.

“Megumi-nii!”

Asami spots him first, her tiny little legs running up to where Megumi was standing. She wraps her legs around his knees, catching him off guard as he breaks out of the conversation he was having. You watch him crouch down and pick up Asami, as you and Satoru excitedly walk up and crush him in a hug.

“Alright, alright. Calm down.”

Satoru reaches forward and ruffles his hair, the same way he had been doing since the two of you first got Megumi, all but knocking the cap off of his head.

“Congratulations Doctor Megumi. Don’t kill anyone, okay? Y/N and I love you very much but we have no interest in helping you hide bodies anymore.”

The couple standing to your side give you a weird look before walking across the courtyard. You reach forward, pushing Satoru out of the way as you readjust Megumi’s dark green hood, his cords, and his cap. He gives you a thankful smile - one that you’ve seen hundreds of times over the years, whenever you save him from Satoru’s pestering. Which was often.

“This is a…big deal. Satoru’s just being silly.”

You give him a smile before taking the flowery lei out of the plastic box and handing it to Satoru. You watch Satoru jokingly smack Megumi with the flowers, before placing them around his neck and ruffling his hair, nicely this time.

“You guys didn’t have to.”

You crush his hand in yours, squeezing twice as Asami runs in little circles around your legs.

“Of course, we did. I know we joke about it, but you really are our first kid. We wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

He gives the two of you a smile, reaching to pick up Asami, who had been pulling on the end of his gown for the past five minutes. Satoru wraps his arm around you, leaning his head against yours as the two of you try your best not to cry at the sight of your two kids, smiling at each other.

“We’re really proud of you, Megumi.”

Satoru’s words make the tears well in your eyes and you crush him into a hug again. Asami’s still crushed in between the two of you, her tiny voice muffled by your arms. He pulls back, putting Asami on the ground as he nervously runs his hand through his hair.

“Ah, right. Um.”

“Something wrong, Megs?”

“No Y/N. It’s just- I wanted to thank you guys. I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

Megumi pulls the graduation cap off of his head and secures it on top of Asami’s little ponytails, poking the side of her cheek before standing up to face the two of you. Your face hurts from smiling, seeing your two favorite people being sweet together.

“Megumi.”

“You guys did so much for me when I was younger, and I never really made it easy for you. This is my achievement just as much as it is yours.”

Megumi swipes the cords off his neck and swings them around your neck. He does the same with his gown, zipping it off and holding it out for Satoru to stick his arms in. By the way he’s looking at you, you know that you and Satoru are a mess. Cheeks pink, makeup smudged, tears running down your cheeks.

“You guys are corny. Stop crying.”

You take his face in his hands, squishing his cheeks.

“When did you become so grown? You literally slept in my bed till you were fourteen and now you’re acting so mature and grown up and-”

You feel Satoru’s hands curl around your wrist, pulling your hands off of his face. He lets go, lifting his hands to your face to swipe the tears off your cheeks. He gives Megumi a smile, beckoning for him to go talk to his friends who were waiting at the side. He takes Asami by the hand, introducing them to Nobara and Itadori as they all walk down the courtyard. He turns his head back to you, the tears still pouring out of your eyes.

“Are you done yet crybaby?”

“How are you not crying? Megumi grew up.”

He wraps his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your hair as you watch Itadori and Asami play a very intense game of rock paper scissors a few feet away from you.

“Asami’s not going to stay a baby, you know. And when you’re the one crying about it, I’ll be the one laughing at you.”

“That won’t be a problem. We can just make another one!”

You smack him as Asami runs back over, followed closely by Megumi. “Ready to go, Mama?”

Satoru nods, picking her up and dragging her back to your car as you link your arms with Megumi and follow the two of them.

“You know, Satoru’s just as sentimental about this as I am. He’s just trying to act cool.”

“He’s worse than you. I asked him to fix my tie this morning and he had a whole meltdown.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Went on and on about how I made you two parents, about how I’m Asami’s big brother so I have to come back and take care of her, how I can’t forget you guys.”

You look up to find Satoru hanging Asami in the air by her ankles, the two of them laughing as he swings her in the air. You shove your head against Megumi’s shoulder, linking your arm through his.

“What a sap.”

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secretsofblackthornhall · 2 years

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Julian to Alec

Dear Alec,

Hello from Chiswick! I’m sure Magnus has been keeping you up-to-date on the adventures we’ve been having here at Blackthorn Hall. We’ve been making progress, slow as it is, but the place still feels very far from being a house I or my family would want to live in. Except Dru, who claims she’d rather keep it cursed for the ambience (not that she’s been here yet.)

All of that is to say I suggest you thank the Angel every day that Tatiana Lightwood married a Blackthorn and this house is our problem and not yours. Anyway, you get the update this time instead of M.; you’ll see why soon.

Our search for the objects that hold the Curse of Tatiana continue! We’ve run out of objects that Rupert has any inkling about, which means we have gotten into the ley-line maps. I can hear Magnus groaning from here as you read this to him. Yes, Eighteenth-century ley-line maps, second only to ancient Babylonian star charts for their ease of reading and understanding. You can tell Magnus he can stop putting his coat on, though, because we got in touch with Ragnor Fell asked him to come from the Scholomance to help us. I suspect Ty harassed him until he agreed (though I have no proof) but he was polite enough about it. Polite for Ragnor, I mean.

The ley-lines suggested two possible locations where something important might be kept—a Downworlder gentleman’s club and a church, both in central London. We decided to start with the church, which is named St. Mary Abchurch. (Am I wrong or are British names weirdly silly sometimes? Emma immediately started calling it “St. Church von Church,” and now that’s the only way I can think of it.)

Anyway, St. Church the Churchiest is a not-huge red brick church on Abchurch Lane (funny how that works out). We took the train and then the Tube to get there, which may have been the most complex part of the day, just figuring out how to navigate the whole weird mundane system. The church was pretty quiet and empty—it was the middle of the afternoon and there were a handful of tourists, but I don’t think it’s well-known so we didn’t have to worry. We weren’t glamoured, but nobody paid any attention to us anyway. Tattoos are pretty common in London.

We walked the whole church, pretending to gaze thoughtfully at the memorials and the paintings on the inside of the dome and so on while waving the Sensor around as much as we could and waiting for it to respond.

And it was not responding. Covering the whole church didn’t take all that long; like I said, it’s not huge.

Emma pointed out that just because the church was on a ley-line in London didn’t mean Tatiana had necessarily left anything there, since there are way more ley-lines than objects we’re looking for. And she’s right—we’re assuming Tatiana didn’t break into some mundane’s house on the same ley-line and leave anything there, but I guess she might have. It would have been a very strange thing to do, but whatever else we’ve learned about Tatiana we do feel pretty confident she was a strange one.

We did get a break, though—just before we were about to leave Emma went to look at a display for visitors on the wall about the history of the church. There was a whole bit about how in the Second World War the dome of Abchurch St. Abchurch was hit by a bomb during the Blitz of London (Tessa was an nurse during the Blitz — did you know that?). Most of it was just about the dome and how it was broken and how long it took to fix and who fixed what, but at the end there was a bit about how for safekeeping a number of the church’s more valuable possessions were removed. There was an artist’s rendering of those possessions—I guess most of them didn’t end up coming back to the church—and now at last you get to find out why I’m writing to you and not Magnus!

Right at one end of the illustration was a pair of candlesticks and on the candlesticks, a very familiar symbol indeed. Flames—and not just flames, but the same flames you’ll find on that family ring of yours. And also a big script “L.”

So, any chance you or Isabelle recognize these? Did they get taken out of the church by a Lightwood, or returned to one? I know it’s a long shot but it seems like it would be too big a coincidence for a pair of Shadowhunter candlesticks to randomly be in St. Mary Abchurch. Let me know if the candlesticks ring any bells for you or Izzy and give our love to the kiddies!

Julian

#Secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #alec lightwood #not magnus #The Blitz!#dru blackthorn

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kazbiter · 10 months

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chapter 46 of greywaren is so fucking insane because you know that ronan is an ancient and basically all powerful being like, objectively. but when you're reading he's also your silly little guy. u feel his pain and confusion and see demonstrations of his love and devotion and u laugh at his little antics. like that's bestie fr. and while the ability to dream and skill he possesses with it are awe-inspiring to consider, they also feel like a familiar part of ronan. so then it just really puts you flat out on your back when you're confronted with the fact that he is genuinely extremely dangerous and in possession of unfathomable power. ronan truly is at his most terrifying of all time when nathan is holding adam captive. you see that his eyes "simmered and burned" and you know. we know what ronan would do for adam. we know what ronan would do to anyone who hurts adam. he doesn't take his eyes off him once. his entire posture is leaning towards him. and when he finally looks up, there is an "anger bubbling in his eyes that would make anyone other than nathan step back". combined with what we already knew about ronan's ferocity and loyalty and destructive capabilities, we have this new information that he is something that is so old and vast and powerful that it is beyond our comprehension. and that's all on display alongside how much he wants to absolutely destroy nathan. it's practically radiating off the page and you know he can, that he could destroy anything that he wants and that there is nothing that could stop him. it's staggering to see that amount of danger truly showcased in him. and then!!! you get briefly reminded of the first book, when you didn't even know ronan could dream, when every display of the supernatural was shocking and somewhat frightening to the characters. suddenly reminded of what a massive deal it was for them to bargain with something capable of waking the ley line. you think about what an indecipherable force adam dealt with. and it all comes home on the fact that ronan is not going to talk to one of those forces, he is one of them. it just hits you like a freight train what exactly he is and what exactly he is capable of. truly a phenomenal display of power.

#it's ronan time #calling a meeting of the ronan lynch council to order #it's so hard for me to describe the level of power in ronan and I feel like that chapter is where u really truly understand #like I used a lot of words but I still don't think I did justice to the oh holy shit feeling u get inside #ronan lynch #the dreamer trilogy #tdt #greywaren #trc

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constellama · 10 months

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ohoho time to cry

Llama reads TRC: Chapters 1-10 of The Dream Thieves

Prologue

Reminder that I’ve been spoiled on some things from this series

OHHH so that’s how he gets the keys

It’s so sad to see how quickly Ronan fell apart after his dad died :(

Chapter 1

Well that’s one way to open a chapter !!

“Don’t feminists have big muscles?” Gansey.

Ik Blue is gonna end up with Gansey eventually but seeing her fight so hard to love Adam is so :(((

Maybe I’m being presumptuous cuz I still haven’t finished the series but I think it’s messed up how Adam literally loses everything and he doesn’t even get the girl he likes :(

“Good thinking, maggot.” 😭????

NOAH

Sorry Noah can literally do anything and I’ll be screaming and crying I literally love him

Chapter 2

Declan ??? Oh my God is he gonna be the in between chapters

WHO THE HELL IS THE GRAY MAN

Me when I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the gray man

what the hell is the Greywaren

Uh oh

Chapter 3

Ronan why do you know what gasoline tastes like

Ooo a man made lake,,, my brain is making theories perhaps

It seems like Ronan is a bit?? Salty?? about Adam waking up the ley line

Kavinsky?? Wait wasn’t this guy mentioned in the first book? Oh god is he gonna be reoccurring

“Him! He’s not a dirtbag. He’s an a-hole.” ok Blue !! Slay!!

Chapter 4

Ok so obviously this guy was hired to find some kind of relic that lets people take things from dreams,,,

So this guy is looking for whatever Ronan has. Although I don’t think Ronan has a relic that lets him do what he does.

DOES THAT MEAN RONAN IS THE RELIC?

I’m not being insane here right. That’s like a reasonable theory

Chapter 5

I absolutely love the descriptions in Ronan’s chapters, especially about his dreams ough

Ooo weird dream box ok

Loving the way Gansey and Ronan talk to each other it’s so funny to me

Chapter 6

Am I mean for thinking Orla is annoying. Idk I just really don’t like her

Blue is barely five feet tall,,, she really is just like me fr,,,

Blue :(

Blue is so relatable to me I love her

OK OMG Idk if it’s just me but the “it’s a wizard in a box.” “It will do your homework,” “And it’s been dating your girlfriend,” “Are you all drunk?” really reminds me of the “What’s the best way to steal a man’s wallet?” bit from Six of Crows. More evidence that the crows and gangsey (that’s what they’re called right?) would be best friends

See are you guys picking up what I’m putting down

What does Ronan know that the others don’t,,,

Blue once again slaying

Ew Kavinsky

what. what. wait. Am I being insane or does Kavinsky have the same powers as Ronan does. What.

“Is this how Noah feels?” WHA TIF I THREW U P

Chapter 7

oh THIS GUY AGAIN

oh ok that’s not ominous whatsoever

him?? please don’t tell me that means Gansey uh oh

Wait no because Gansey wouldn’t terrorize old ladies

Kavinsky ?? Maybe??

Oh so the Gray Man has a backstory,,

Chapter 8

oh God Adam chapter brace yourselves

“It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish’s nothing” cmon we barely started the chapter :((((

Adam actually loves Blue sm I’m gonna cry

“What do you want, Adam?” “To feel awake when my eyes are open.” DAMN. WOW. OK damn I. Alright. I need a minute wow.

OK we’re back

“This was easier when we didn’t know each other” please stop my heart can only take so much <3

DO NOT KISS. DONT

BLUE. PLEASE JUST TELL HIM

PLEASE

THIS PART

OW???

“No more. Please, I can’t take any more.” Tears in my eyes Adam Parrish please spare me

OH??

YEAHHH SOMETHING HAPPY FOR ADAM FINALLY

“I don’t want your pity.” Uh oh

UH OH

ADAM

Blue is once again slaying but I’m a little concerned about Adam bc WHAT

“Was this what he fought every time he remembered I existed?” I have some very choice words for Maggie Stiefvater rn 😁 /lhj

wwwwhat

what’s happening to Adam I’m concerned for this boy

I need a shirt that says “I survived chapter 8 of The Dream Thieves” good lord

Chapter 9

Ofc they’re loitering bc they’re bored

Just silly guys doing silly things

It’s on page 69 too

Ronan. Ronan are you ok

CRYING AT THIS??

NOAH MY BELOVED

I LOVE HIM

“‘Glitter,’ whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.” I’m so emotional about Noah Czerny I need a minute

I’m not gonna survive when Something happens to him oh God

IT WAS RONAN WHO HELPED ADAM

WHAT

NOAH

Ronan is still mad at Gansey for,,, holding nothing against Adam?? Or treating him the same?? Not sure why Ronan’s so upset yet still helps Adam out,,,

OH?? WHAT DOES NOAH KNOW??

“It’s not my job to tell other people’s secrets.” uhhh this surely can’t end well

Chapter 10

how big is this map

“I’m not dating now.” “Except for Glendower” pffft

HAHAH

I love how Adam and Gansey are having this serious conversation meanwhile Ronan literally throws Noah out the window

I love them

Cue that one “he pushed me down the stairs!” meme

Ok so clearly a lot is happening and I have. Many thoughts. BUT. I’m ngl I’ve had this post in my drafts for a while and I’m way farther than chapter 10 but it’s kinda annoying to have to update for every chapter,,, SO

I’m still gonna update, but more of my thoughts are gonna be theories kinda and not in these super huge posts!! I’m still trying to figure out how to live-blog this series without ruining my reading experience so stay tuned 👍

#the raven cycle #the dream thieves #blue sargent #richard gansey #adam parrish #ronan lynch #noah czerny #llama reads trc #constellama talks

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trickstarbrave · 10 months

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writing up more of this silly little idea bc i guess i like torturing nerevar

Riiju-lei and Shamat from @mulberrycafe

Nerevar sighed, slumped against the wall. It seemed Kaidan and Shamat were done having ‘fun’ upstairs, the creaking of the bed finally stopping. It was uncomfortable to say the least; Nerevar quickly came to terms with the fact Shamat wasn’t Riiju-lei, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t strange hearing someone that sounded so much like his husband having sex with and moaning out the name of another man. It made him feel uncomfortable a little nauseous.

Lucien and Inigo were taking turns watching him this time, talking quietly while Lucien struggled to stay awake. They were pretty lax all things considered. Nerevar had heard extensively what this world’s version of him was up to and he wasn’t happy about it at all. But given he hadn’t fought his bonds or done anything in particular, there wasn’t a need to hold a blade to his throat every waking hour.

He slumped his head forward, nuzzling into the scarf wrapped around his neck and shoulders, breathing in the scent. He missed Riiju-lei terribly, and he knew the other must be panicked wondering what could have happened to him. He didn’t know what effect he might have being so far away; did Leilei feel hollow without him again? Or did the pain of missing Nerevar now that he knew what it was like to laugh and smile with pure joy hurt him more than words could describe. He gave a shaky sigh, trying to pretend his arms weren’t bound and that he was instead embracing his chimer husband, holding him gently while the two of them fell asleep.

Seeing the hortator seemingly digging around in his scarf though, Inigo raised a brow, patting Lucien’s arm and motioning toward Nerevar. Lucien also raised an eyebrow, before the two approached.

“I do hope for your sake you aren’t hiding anything in there.” Inigo remarked.

“Honestly, he’s been a bit too well behaved for my comfort. I’m starting to get anxious.” Lucien shuddered. “He hasn’t even gone on a long tirade or demanded to see Shamat or anything! I can’t help but feel like he’s planning something...”

“Let me just see what you have in there.” Inigo hesitantly reached for the scarf, and Nerevar felt his anxiety spike.

“Don’t take that!” He suddenly shouted. He hadn’t raised his voice since he got here, trying hard not to make everyone more nervous than they already were, but he couldn’t just sit back and let them take it from him. “I-it’s from Leilei... He gave it to me.” Nerevar buried his nose in it once more. “It smells like him, like the chill and snowberries of Windhelm and lavender in Whiterun...” He could practically trace Leilei’s journey through the scarf, all the little scents the fabric had picked up in Riiju-lei’s life, all of the places he made a home. He could imagine the happy laughter of children if he tried hard enough, and could almost feel Riiju-lei’s arms around him. “Please, don’t take it...” His voice cracked slightly as he bit back tears.

He could survive this if he had the scarf. He could live through the anxiety and uncertainty that he’d ever return home so long as he had the fabric keeping him going and reminding him of his beloved. But if he lost that--lost the comfort of the soft fabric and the scent that grounded him--he didn’t know what he’d do.

Lucien and Inigo looked at each other, before Inigo sighed, his ears going back.

“Alright. but I am watching you, understand?”

“You sure that is a good idea old Indigo?” Lucien asked, using a playful nickname.

“So far he hasn’t made any sudden moves.” Inigo replied as he went back to his seat. “I would also feel bad just ripping things away from a prisoner because I can.” Lucien still looked at Nerevar anxiously, taking in the way tears shined in his eyes and the sadness deep within them. It was possible the hortator was acting, lying and manipulating to get their sympathy, but even Lucien felt like it would be cruel to take that from him.

“... Hopefully Kaidan won’t be too upset about it...”

#my writing #nerevar #shamat #riiju-lei #i rly just like inigo and lucien #do NOT remove nerevar's scarf he WILL cry

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toruvi · 2 years

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Leybaby, I know we’re all still high from maid kitty Levi. But Omg it’s officially May and Mermaid Levi will always have a chokehold on me 🫠 thoughts on mermaid levi? Levi being all Ariel-y in love but with his foul mouth, all he is saying is “shit, you’re a brat, but holy fucking poseidon, you are so fucking pretty I wanna have legs so I can walk with you.” Ahhhh i am running laps I love mermaid levi and it’s officially May.

Also, I also wondered what would Mermaid levi look in ley’s adorable art style 🥹😵‍💫

content: Mermaid!Levi x Reader; fluff

wordcount: ~2k

warnings: none

You first saw the merman last summer. On a trip with your close friend Hange in search of "exotic species" in the ocean. which was silly because everything could be considered exotic in these waters.

But what truly embodied that description was a figure who'd occasionally pop their head up on the surface of the water to watch you explore the tide pools in the early mornings. Hange didn't tag along on these particular expeditions, for they were the farthest from being a morning person.

Which was a shame because that's when you found the most interesting creatures in the water.

Though this man never approached you, never came close enough to even see his face. He was merely a shadow in the water, the top of a head peeking shyly at you. There was a point where you might've thought he was merely a figment of your imagination if he didn't speak on the last few days you explored that area of the beach.

You picked up a shell to examine it closely, watching how it shimmered under the early morning sun.

"That's poisonous," a voice spoke out in the shallow water. It's the same figure that's quietly observed you the last few months. Speaking actual words that you can understand.

You blink at him, momentarily entranced by the low baritone in his warning. Then you smile. "No it's not."

His brow furrows as the rest of his head leaves the water to get a closer look at what you're holding. He swims a few inches towards you. You still, allowing him to observe the shell in your palm. It's the closest he's ever gotten to you and--to put it bluntly?

He's beautiful.

His long, blue tail shines just under the surface of the water. The end of his tail, seemingly a translucent set of fins, flicker slightly under your gaze. The ends of his hair stick to his face as he rises up from the water. A tentative hand snakes up to yours, poking the shell.

Your breath can’t leave your lungs in this proximity. He’s so close.

Part of you wonders if it’s safe to be in thigh-high water with this man--creature swimming this close by. What’s to say he hasn’t been watching your behavior for hunting purposes all summer?

“Could you stop gawking? You look like a fish.”

“Funny, coming from someone with gills--” you quickly retort. He huffs, smacking the shell out of your hand with a glare.

“Tell your shitty friend to stop taking things from the water,” is all he says before swimming off, a light splash of his tail reaching your arms.

You stand there, watching his silhouette disappear behind the small swell of a wave.

It was the last time you saw him that summer, no sign of the top of his head, or the flicker of his fins. Merely the few words prompting you to suggest you and Hange find another collection spot for their antics. And the faint memory of him that lingered throughout the rest of the year.

===

Summer approaches after what feels like an eternity. The thought of that unknown sort-of-man fades into a distant memory over the long months. And despite the little inhibitions on venturing out to Hange's distant relative's beachhouse for "extensive research", you tag along anyway.

"I'm tellin' ya! Erwin said mermaids exist and I can't tell if he's messing with me or if they're real. But I'm gonna find out! He said they like to come out during dusk since people don't really go in the water."

"I don't think any would come out if we're in the water right now, though. They might be scared." You glance around, the orange hues ripple across the surface of the water at your ankles. There's been no sign of any "mermaids" or "mermen" alike. "Or they really don't exist."

Hange hums, disappointment evident on their face as they push up their glasses. Though it doesn't last long, their habits for turning any negative situation into a positive allows them to perk up quickly. "We will try again tomorrow!"

You've had your reasons for not telling Hange of your interactions last year. For fear of looking or sounding delusional--but there was also a slight fear of what Hange would try to do to were they to actually see him. Even if he was kind of rude, it wouldn't be fair to subject him to Hange's antics for now.

You don't mention the possibility of trying to look for them in the morning, but you still try to find him yourself.

The first month passes without any sign of him. So you resort to looking for the unique shells you usually hunt for in your free time.

"Didn't I tell you to stop taking things from the water?"

You jump, dropping the handful of shells you were sifting through in your palm and effectively undoing all your hard work. When you turn around, it's him. The same grumpy upper half of his face peeking over the water. The same tone of his voice that could pass off as a lecture for bad behavior-as if he's chastising a child.

"You told me to tell my friend," you defend. His glare hardens. "And I don't take them unless they're broken."

"Why would you take something broken? That's stupid."

"Because an animal might need the unbroken one, duh--hey!"

His tail swishes, causing a small wave to splash your upper half. "That's what you get."

"For what?!"

"Telling your crazy friend about... me. They come out here everyday now."

So he was watching?

"I didn't say anything about you. Another friend suggested the idea--but I think it was a joke."

"A shitty joke."

"I didn't tell them about you," you persist.

"Keep it that way," he snips with a flick of his hair from his face. His silver-blue eyes glance at the rising sun. "I shouldn't even be talking to you. You shouldn't know I exist."

"I won't tell anyone."

The blue lands on you now, narrowing in scrutinization. He says nothing before making a move to leave.

"Wait!"

He stops, but doesn't turn around.

"Could you tell me your name at least?"

Water drips down from the tips of his locks, cascading down his toned shoulders and back into the sea.

"Levi."

And then he's gone again.

It goes on like this for another month. You quietly seek him out under the facade of looking at shells. He observes from afar with a periodic question that's usually followed by a snip of sarcasm. There's not much conversation happening, but he does stare. Much more than you do.

Sometimes Levi will swim around in the deeper parts of the water, his presence only being announced by a quick swish of his tail. He's not too close, but not too far either.

"What do you do with those, anyway?" He asks one day, noting the small pile of broken shells that sit on the rock you've perched yourself on top of. Your feet dangle in the water as you soak up the early morning sun. The water may be cold, but it serves to soothe the already obscenely warm air.

"Put them in a jar. Make necklaces out of them sometimes."

Levi scoffs as he props himself halfway up on the rock a few feet away.

You frown at him. "For someone who holds so much disdain towards people, you sure do come by here often."

Indignant, Levi's tail flickers in consideration of splashing you again. A habit of his when he has nothing better to respond with. "I was here first."

"Do you want me to leave?"

He blinks, jaw clenching with deliberation. "Do what you want."

So you stay. He doesn't leave either.

"You said you shouldn't be talking to me."

"The others say people are dangerous. One of you is."

"I could be dangerous."

"Not as much as Glasses. I've seen that fishing net they drag around with them."

“They’re too loud to catch anything. Scares all the fish away the second they get near the water.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. Hey, you missed one.” Levi scoots closer, his pinky brushing against your outer thigh as he reaches to pick out a missed broken shell. Both of you flinch, meet eyes--and then avert away. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind or anything.”

His tail swishes side to side. “You always stare at it,” Levi notes. The water sprawls off the edges of the fins that rise over the surface.

“I don’t mean to.”

“...Do you wanna touch it?”

"You'd let me?"

It swishes closer to your ankles, tickling your skin. You reach down, brushing off the blue-eyed stare that watches with caution, yet hinted with a sort of expectancy.

So slowly, the tips of fingers meet the edges of his shimmering scales. He twitches, but your curiosity serves to persist with the careful strokes. It’s slimy, but not as bad as you assumed. His breath stutters, tail freezes.

"it's pretty," you mumble, watching the iridescent glow from his waist to the end of his fins. When you meet his gaze, he blinks. His cheeks pink as his throat bobs from a nervous swallow. You scoot closer in his direction on the rock, shin bumping into his tail again.

"You can feel mine, too," you suggest. He swallows again, chest rising and falling. It seems he's been curious about your legs too with how he reaches over. His knuckle grazes over the top of your right thigh.

The instinctive shudder causes him to pull back. "Sorry, it tickled."

Levi waits one heartbeat before returning. His finger trails from your knee up to your shorts, experimentally tugging on the material.

"This feels disgusting."

"Well I have to wear it or I'd be naked."

"So? We're naked all the time."

"Even if you have... You know."

His head tilts, brows pinched in genuine confusion. Your face warms. "Um, nevermind."

Another gentle wave rolls through the water, nudging Levi's tail into your shins. His hand dips under the water and skates around your ankles. Your feet wiggle out of reaction.

"Why do you come out here when they tell you not to?"

He hums in thought. "I like to watch those." Levi points upwards into the sky. Clouds. "Can't see them so well at home."

"What's it like? Your home.'

"Dry.'

"Really?"

"Seriously? It was a joke."

"I don't know! Don't laugh!!"

"I have this--" his tail flips against the water surface,"--or did you forget?"

“Fine. Don’t tell me anything interesting.”

“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming.”

You scoff, kicking water towards him and he pushes off from the rock. He pops under the surface and there’s a split second where you believe he might’ve left. Until his head peeks over the water again. If he were floating further up, then you might've caught the smile at the corners of his lips.

You hang out almost every morning after that. Offering hints of each other’s lives and different perspectives of the world. You tell him how Hange’s still adamant on catching a “mermaid”, and how they’ve traveled miles down the beach from where they originally started.

He tells you how he gets scolded for leaving without telling his family where he’s going. And how over the weeks, the world beyond water might even be a little intriguing despite how troublesome the boats and “obnoxious Glasses” are.

One might’ve thought you two had grown to become acquaintances--friends even. And on the last day it feels almost melancholic knowing you won’t return until next summer. With no way to contact Levi.

“You’re coming back, right?” He asks.

“Yup, next year.” You grin at the question, tilting your head. “Try not to miss me too much.”

“As if I would.”

The splashes of saltwater on each other have become more of a sign of affection rather than annoyance.

“It’s too bad we can’t like... write to each other.”

“You could use a conch shell. Sure you’ve grabbed at least a thousand of ‘em this summer.”

“What--like a cellphone?”

“I’m fucking kidding. You think we’d actually use conch shells to communicate?”

“I don’t know--maybe!!”

A smirk spreads across Levi’s cheeks as his eyes roll. “You better come back next summer.”

He pokes your thigh, just like so many times he’s already done the last couple of months. Small touches, looks, changes of expression. In your time together, you’ve come to the realization he might’ve softened up a bit.

“I will,” you reassure, your palm slipping over the top of his wet hand. “Promise.”

#this has been in my drafts for too long #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #drabbles #is it a drabble if its 2k idk #just a small mermaid Levi blurb #ngl i dont feel good about it but figured ill just share it anyway #BUT I DO HAVE MERMAID LEVI ART #ill finish it after commissions!

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lovelynim · 7 months

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TickleTober2023/Day 14 - Roleplay

Grand Chase - Sieghart x Dio

“Are you done laughing?” Dio groaned, already regretting starting this conversation. It took every ounce of control over his body to not show the embarrassment he felt seeing Sieghart laugh at him like that, but still, if there was someone who knew how to avoid work, it was that immortal bastard.

Sieghart, with arms wrapped around his stomach - as if it was hurting from laughing - slowly raised a hand to his face, wiping out the small tears on the corner of his eyes. “S-so, hah… can’t you just say ‘no’ to Ley?” The highlander sighed, standing up straight as he continued to smile charmingly. “Is it really that hard?”

“Yes, it is,” Dio insisted, looking away. “She is… difficult to deal with, but you always manage to avoid work, so I considered asking you for advice would be a good idea.” As the demon finished talking, he lifted his face to look Sieghart in the eyes, a mix of frustration and embarrassment in his face. “But it seems I was wron-”

“Hey, hey, hey, wait a second right there!” Sieghart interrupted, crossing his arms, “first,” he lifted one finger, giving Dio a stern look, “I don’t avoid work, I just spare myself from wasting time on meaningless activities.”

“Same thing,” Dio rolled his eyes at the excuse. Sieghart faked a cough and then continued, “second, who says I’m not helping you?”

The Burning Canyon raised his eyebrows, surprised by the immortal’s answer. “Are you for real?”

“Yes,” Sieghart sighed, looking around, “you just need to… loosen up a bit, if you keep being too serious, you won’t be able to deal with Ley,” he started and, for the first time in ages, Dio was actually paying attention. “Let’s do some roleplay,” Sieghart suggested, spotting the confused look on the other’s face. “Pretend I’m Ley. You have to keep saying no to me no matter what. Got it?”

“Whatever, if it works,” Dio shrugged, watching as Sieghart prepared himself to get “in character”. So stupid.

“Dio ~” Sieghart said in a higher-pitched tone and the demon had to restrain himself from laughing at the sight of him acting like that. “Where were you? ~ I want you to come shopping with me ~ I will buy so much stuff that Jeeves alone won’t be able to carry it and- hah?!” Sieghart stopped, surprised when he saw a smile threatening to form on Dio’s face. “What’s so funny, huh, you brat? ~”

“Pfft… s-sorry, it’s just thaAHAH- Sieheheghahart, whahAhat are yohohou doing?!” Before he could explain himself, the immortal had already pulled him into his arms, beginning to dig into his side with one hand while holding wrists with the other.

“Sieghart? ~ Do you seriously just mistook me, Ley, for that fool? ~” Sieghart continued, not dropping his act as he clawed at Dio’s exposed stomach, taking advantage of his revealing fashion choice.

“Yohohou bastahahard!!” Dio laughed, pressing his eyes shut as he tried to squirm away when he felt Sieghart drumming his fingers along his lower ribs, “lehehet me go!”

“Geez, how can you be this bad? I think we will need a more thoroughly lesson until you start grasping the concept of it, Dio,” Sieghart grinned, already thinking that he was going to enjoy it more than he expected.

A/N: I love these sillies, so I decided to indulge me and the other 3 people in this fandom with this prompt, ehe

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #grand chase #grand chase tickling #sieghart #dio burning canyon #sieghart x dio #lee!dio #ticklish!dio #ler!sieghart #tickle fic

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BONUS: Vulnerability

[NOTE: This is a bonus story written for another story, Lei's Treasure Box of Memories. It is a bonus scene for a bonus already written within that story - A place where you are safe to dream". Please read that story if you haven't yet before reading this one!]

Vail parked his car right beside the curb on Krystal street in one of the inner slum residential districts. With his hand on the wheel, he cautiously glanced left and right, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary except the usual shitty slum streets, he said, “Doc, we’re here.”

There was no reply.

“Doc?” He questioned, but a quick glance to his right confirmed what he already suspected. The aforementioned woman seemed to be deep asleep, her head hanging heavily against her seatbelt and her eyes closed. Her face was flushed slightly pink with the sleepy drunkenness she had displayed in the bar. She had probably fallen back asleep right after she mumbled her address to him at the start of the drive.

With an almost inaudible sigh, he got out of the driver’s seat, walked over to the other side of the car, and opened the door.

“You have to wake up now.”

Her eyebrows furrowed a little at his voice but she did not open her eyes, so he gently shook her forearms. It would have been more effective to shake her shoulders, but they were bare.

She made a soft noise of protest when he did, but moments later, she opened her eyes and yawned. “Is it already morning?” When she asked, her words were slightly slurred but at least they were comprehensible.

“You shouldn’t drink so much.” He said to her, softly.

The alcohol was clearly affecting her brain because she gave him a blank stare for what felt like a long time before she finally smiled at him. “I only drink like this around people I trust~”

He shook his head. “I’m being serious, it’s not safe.”

“But I’m safe when you’re here~” She giggled in an airy, silly manner, which was unlike her usual serious demeanor she wore like her medical-grade masks.

As she got out of the car, she seemed to sway unsteadily, veering first to the left and then to the right. Stepping onto the sidewalk, she tripped over her heels, but he was there to stabilize her.

“Oops.” She giggled and grabbed onto one of his arms with both of her hands. Her grip was loose, so he had the opportunity to pull away, but he didn’t. “I’m so clumsy~” Her voice also had a cadence that usually wasn’t there.

He could only sigh in response. “Again, don’t drink that much, Doc.”

This time, she didn’t respond. As they walked to the apartment building, she pressed herself against his arm and he stiffened in response. But when he glanced at her, she was not looking at him. Her gaze was darting among the nearby pedestrians who were minding their own business and not even remotely paying attention to them. That's how it was always like in the slums: No one cared. Then, to his surprise, when they were alone on the stairs, she leaned in even closer to whisper, “Call me Lei when we’re alone~ ”

She was close that he could smell the faint scent of her floral perfume. It was a subtle, soothing smell, maybe lavender mixed with something else? The scent lingered even when she pulled away.

Since the walk was short, they were already at her door. This meant that he wouldn't have to reply or acknowledge her words. He wasn’t even sure what to say.

“Well, good night.” He said, and turned to leave.

But before he could, a hand swiftly reached out to grab at his rain jacket’s sleeve. Immediately, he stopped in place and then turned around to look at the person who the hand was attached to. She was looking at the floor, eyes downcast and hand tightly clutching onto the corner of his sleeve.

“You’re always leaving… can’t you stay?” Her voice was already usually soft and in a low tone, but these words she said were barely audible above the constant hum of the city.

Then, she raised her head and stared right into his eyes. Time seemed to slow as her words hung heavily like suspensions in the air between them. Her enchanting green eyes blinked at him slowly and he fought the urge to immediately look away.

His throat was suddenly dry, but he swallowed before he answered. “You’re drunk.” Then in a softer tone, he said, “ask me again when you’re not drunk.”

She was drunk enough that she probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

She looked down again, but nodded at the floor and then retracted her arm. “Good night, Vail.” He heard her mumble before the door slowly eased shut and the electronic lock set in place.

He walked down the single flight of stairs and back to his car.

“Fuck.” He took a moment to rest his head and hands on the steering wheel. He had high tolerance for alcohol and hadn’t had much to drink, so he shouldn’t have been even close to being drunk. But now, he felt slightly warm. After shrugging off his jacket and placing it in the passenger seat where a certain someone had sat before, he drove himself home, his car racing into the neon-polluted city night.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is set when they met up for drinks 3 weeks ago prior to the start of the campaign. This is also the last time they saw each other before the campaign started.

I love how embarrassing Lei is when she's drunk LOL she's so unhinged with how clingy and affectionate she is, and also just how she forgets about it often is really funny. Talking about forgetting, she probably doesn't remember Vail taking her home and assumed she took a taxi or something.

Why did she drink so much? This is probably at a point she's really frustrated with the experimental drug job Prism put her on and scapegoated her for. She probably had a bad day and was drinking too much, although again it's TRUE she does not watch herself as much when she's with people she trusts aka her friends.

According to the DM this is a canon event 💅 (I had to ask about this in embarrassment so work with me here)

It was really hard to write in Vail's perspective so it's also slightly objective because at the time I wrote this in like August he had only appeared twice LMAO and one of them was a phone call.

Although I used a lot of headcanons I think this honestly fits his personality/ what we know of him pretty well XD

Vail drinks his respect women juice (and he also apparently has no experience XD) and won't take advantage of Lei who's drunk off her rails! He did end up accepting her offer (?) when she wasn't drunk though soooo 😳😳😳

The other headcanons I have of him that became true (turned out to be canon?) was his high alcohol tolerance (hot 👀) and his sweet tooth (cutie!)

The title of the piece is "vulnerability" which indicates weakness. This is a weakness/vulnerability that Lei is showing to Vail cuz she doesn't watch herself and drinks too much (bad idea girl) but she let loose with him because she trusts him as her friend. But is it just her showing the weakness? I feel like perhaps, just a little, Vail might be a liiiitle weak to Lei herself.

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taintedevesayori · 2 months

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Sayo's Route: Maniac Prologue

Sayo's Route Masterlist

Monologue

It was finally the weekend, and I was up bright and early. The sun was shining bright as I snuck out of the house. It had been about two months or so since the last time I had done this. I had forgotten how nice it felt to be outside during the day. After making sure I wasn’t being followed, I made my way to the bus stop so I could make the short trip to the next town over…my hometown. It didn’t take very long to get to my stop, and soon I was making my way through a familiar neighborhood, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

-Sayo knocks on the door of a house she’s been to more times than she can count. Within seconds, a girl with short ginger hair flings the door open

Kisa: Sayo!

-Kisa flings her arms around Sayo, squeezing her tight. Sayo’s other friends-Lei, Emi, and Rena-all rush to the door, joining in on the hug

Sayo: I’ve missed you guys so much!

-There’s an echo of agreement as Sayo enters Kisa’s home. She follows her friends down to the basement, where they all used to frequently hang out

(It’s hard to even contact my friends now…I have to use pay phones in town and am always watching to make sure I’m not being followed by one of the brothers.)

(I arranged this meeting with Lei over the phone one of the few times I managed to slip away from Laito. I knew it was risky to contact her, but with everything going on, this needed to happen…)

Lei: How long can you be gone, Sayo?

Sayo: The brothers sleep until evening. I left a note saying I left to study at the library if any of them happened to wake up early and went looking for me.

Lei: Should we talk about the serious stuff first to get it out of the way then? That way, we can spend as much time as possible hanging out until you have to go?

Emi: I think that sounds reasonable.

Sayo: Well then…what’s the status on Plan Escape Shitty Marriage?

Rena: Fufu…I’ll never be over that name.

(It’s such a silly name for my escape plan, but Rena came up with it when I told everyone about the fact I’m supposed to be a potential bride for the Sakamakis, so there’s no way I can change it.)

Kisa: Haha…It is pretty great.

Lei: Still plan on one to two months from now. My aunt is still working everything out, but she’ll have a room ready for you. All you’ll have to do is help out.

Sayo: Perfect. I can stick it out a little longer.

Rena: You’re going to be so far away~ Why can’t you just move back here and stay with one of us?

Sayo: I’ve told you, those guys are crazy. They’ll hunt me down for sure. Being far away is for the best.

Lei: You’re dramatic, Rena. Sure, it’s far, but we’ve gone to visit my aunt before. Now we’ll have a reason to go visit more often.

Emi: It is very pretty out there. You’ll be surrounded by beautiful nature every day, Sayo.

Sayo: Exactly. It will be much better than where I am now. I’ll be able to get a phone, so I can call and text you guys whenever I want, and you guys can actually come visit when you have time off.

Kisa: See? It’s not so bad! We’ll go spend our entire summers with you, Sayo!

Emi: Yes!

Sayo: Fufu…That sounds perfect to me. I can’t wait.

Rena: Alright, alright, I’m sold. Guess it isn’t so bad after all.

Lei: Fufu…Exactly. Now, let’s have some fun! Sayo is only here for a short time, after all!

Monologue

It was hard to go back home after spending time with my friends. They all walked me to the bus stop, which made me happy. Some tears were shed by Emi when we all hugged goodbye. It was hard not to tear up seeing her cry, but we all held it in and comforted her instead. Luckily I was back before anyone noticed that I had been gone.

Bonus-Sayo and the gang all together made here

Girls in order -> Rena, Lei, Sayo, Emi, Kisa

#diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #sayori makina #leiko koizumi #emi akiyama #kisa fujimoto #rena mikijima #sayo's route

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Via @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord on this post:

You people are the sweetest ;u;

Essay below the cut because it got way too hecking long:

It’s such a sad thing to me that “non-ironic nostalgic fondness” is so rare these days, like you said. Everybody jumps on the “new big thing” because it’s new and big and popular. Everybody is so eager to tear the “new big thing” to shreds because it’s new and big and popular. Everybody drops it like a hot rock the minute it stops being new and big and popular and starts being “outdated” and “cringe”.

Personally, I’m of the opinion that liking things ironically because you’re afraid of being “cringe” is, in itself, cringe. If I love something, I go full hog. It becomes a part of my life, a piece of who I am, a facet on the kaleidoscope of how I view the world. If I don’t like something, I just ignore it. I don’t like things just because they’re new or popular or trendy. I like them because they speak to me, personally, and no one can take that away from me.

I’ll gladly list off all the fandoms I’ve been in over the years, and the memories—both good and bad—that I have of each. The difference with Lord of the Rings is that every time I go back, it’s exactly the same as when I left it. It’s not new, evolving material. It’s not the work of multiple people meeting word count quotas in a writers’ room. It’s the work of one unmitigated genius, and it’s been here for nearly a century, remaining just the same as it’s always been—staid, unchanging, immutable.

What good is loving something if you don’t do it with complete sincerity? If you’re in love with someone, you don’t say “oh lol I only like them for the memes” or “oh lol I only like them because they’re popular”. If you can say that about your significant other, that’s not true love; that’s manipulation. So why do we treat stories the same way? Why is it “cool” to be cynical, sarcastic, ironic, and deconstructive?

The worst thing is that this attitude—this destructive way of interacting with stories—has now infected the creation of those stories as well. You can argue chicken or the egg all day long—and to be honest, I think the two attitudes probably feed on each other—but the fact remains that storytelling (that beautiful art form that’s existed since the dawn of humanity) has itself been poisoned by cynicism in most forms of media today.

Someone said once that the magic of the Peter Jackson LotR films is that they embraced the source material with complete sincerity. There’s no fourth-wall breaks, no snarky gags, nothing that deliberately mocks Tolkien or his work or breaks your immersion in the story. Imagine that level of love for the craft in something that came out this year! Before this re-read, I was deep in the MCU fandom—was, mind you—and I watched Endgame crap all over Thor: Ragnarok, the first Captain America movie, and even the first Avengers movie, without which it wouldn’t even exist. There isn’t even a sense of love and camaraderie between installments in the same franchise. Imagine if Frodo and Sam in Return of the King mocked and berated who they were back in Fellowship. That’s absurd! And yet, modern storytelling does exactly that all the time.

I think both of these attitudes stem from a desire to preemptively shut down any potential embarrassment that may happen later on. People are so obsessed with what others think about them that they want to shoot down any negative reception before it even starts. “You can’t mock my story if I mock it first!” or “You can’t make fun of me for liking a thing if I just like it ironically!” People want to feel smart, and superior, and clever, because they’re afraid of feeling stupid, inferior, and embarrassed.

But here’s the thing, as Tolkien’s best frienemy forever so aptly put it: “To love is to be vulnerable.” To love is to open yourself to embarrassment, to confused glances, to people “not getting it” or “thinking it’s silly” or “thinking you’re weird”.

And here’s the amazing thing: That’s okay! My mom taught me, ever since I was a little kid, that when someone calls me “weird”, I should just flash a big smile and say “THANKS!” It throws them right off-balance, and I can go on with my day. Now that I’m older—after having grown up Christian, home-schooled, mixed race, on a strict diet due to health reasons, and possibly on the spectrum—I realize now more than ever the wisdom she had back then. Because when you’re confident in yourself, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. If you truly love something or someone, the joy you get from that love is so potent that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Someone called you weird and cringe? Don’t care! It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks! And few ideas in my life have been as liberating as that.

So I’ll keep drawing my silly little doodles of hobbits, and I’ll keep loving things with my whole heart, for no other reason than because it makes me happy—and as long as you all want to join me, you are more than welcome to come along for the ride.

#sweet people saying sweet things #my writing #in which i wax eloquent about the value of sincerity and ultimate irrelevance of ‘cringe’#i have a lot of thoughts about storytelling and the culture around it #being a writer myself will do that to ya lol #anyway thank you again; y'all are so sweet i swear ;u;

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absolutebl · 2 years

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please let me spazz for a hot moment.

OMG I JUST FINISHED DNA SAYS I LOVE YOU AND ITS SOO AMAZING! 2022 really went "here you go two great queer series" and then bam presents blueming and DNA says i love you.

Honestly I went in the series thinking that it has some fantasy aspects of it, like maybe Pu Le travels back in time to stop Amber's accident, but then when Amber appears I then thought that maybe Wen Wen's soul possessed someone else, or that Amber is Wen Wen's brother and that he was there to honor his sister's memories or something. I event went ahead and thought "huh maybe Amber is Wen Wen from a different universe hoping to be with the Pu Le of a different universe because the one from his died" or something.

Never did I expect I'm getting a medical twist! LIke silly me! The twist really blew my mind at how simple it is and yet I never expected it like that.

ALSO THE ACTORS OMG THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD. THE MOM, YU HE, PU LE AND AMBER DID SO WELL.

The fact that we got Yu He who I was worried will be a bad friend since she loves Pu Le but nooo we got a best girl instead. Her name should be sang in taverns for helping Pu Le organize his thoughts because that man is just so unobservant lol.

I cried literally multiple times over the series and omg it is now one of my favorites definitely.

Taiwan really is something producing great series like this. And the fact that they gave us yet again an accepting mother really soothes my mommy issues ;A; like we got Shi De's mom and then Shi Lei and now Pu Le's mother like ughhh i wish we all have them accepting moms.

I may have some slight issues with literally Pu Le and Yu He airing out Amber's issue here and there but I understand what they were probably thinking when they did it specially when Yu He told Pu Le about it.

ALSO YES MOM BE A SILENT OBSERVER DESPITE FIGURING OUT THE TWIST BEFORE ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS LOL.

also taiwan just flexing their rainbows at the end and the other episodes lol. I wish my very south east asian country is less south east asian lolol

I wish they showed us a shot of the legend story and them being actually two men like what Li said right from the start.

TLDR: I really love love the series and I thank you for being my final push to finally start it. First you made me watch Blueming and now this one. Gosh you are definitely heaven sent to us all tumblr users lol.

Hope you have a great day!

(also can i just squeeze in how attractive the actor for Amber is? like gosh look at me more with those beautiful eyes of yours and very animated eyebrows as I swoon to oblivion.)

I am so so so glad you enjoyed it. And I agree with so much of what you said about some alternate queer shots of the legend story, there could have been both a gay version, a lesbian version, and a trans version.

And what a great comparison to Blueming. They had a similar backbone of thoughtfulness and complexity.

And oh my goodness I agree about Erek Lin (Amber), he's so luminous in this.

#DNA Says Love You #or taiwanese BL #queer romance

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Silly little fun ask, but in a modern au, what would the ROs wear for Halloween?

Ooo, this is a fun ask!😄 It’s funny to imagine them all going to the same party. The chaos…

I: They always dress as the protagonist from classic horror novels - Frankenstein, Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde, etc. They put in a lot of effort to make their costume as accurate as possible. They get a bit embarrassed if they ever have to explain who exactly they’re supposed to be, though.😅

Akriel: Dresses as the hot new celebrity of that year. No matter who it is, she copies every detail of their look - with an almost scary amount of accuracy. Tends to favor musicians, since she can use it as an excuse to perform for the whole night. And no, she will not stop if you ask - her costume isn’t complete if she doesn’t!

Firan: Dresses up as a king and uses it as an excuse to boss everyone around.😒 Spares no expense for his costume. To everyone’s annoyance, it actually works on him - almost like he was born to wear it. He plans to secretly switch to a wizard next year so Uriel can’t make more plans to menace him.

Clove: Sheet ghost. It makes them feel safe, and people actually approach them now! They wear it every year, and draw on a big smiley face so kids won’t be scared of them.🥺 They’ve become a bit of a local legend, actually - all the kids know to look for the super tall ghost to get a bunch of candy.

E: Predictably, they dress up as a knight. They are very particular about their costume - it has to look as real as possible. They take being a knight super seriously, too - no one will be stealing candy while they’re around!😤 They try to rein in Uriel’s antics, but end up becoming part of the spectacle.

Lei: There is a 50/50 chance she even bothers to wear a costume. If she does, it’s the lowest effort imaginable: past costumes have been toilet paper mummy, or simply plastic fangs to be a “modern vampire”. No one’s really brave enough to call her out on it - or mention the candy she always swipes.

Dimitrius: Like Clove, Dimitrius has a costume he likes and he sticks to it. Every year, he dresses as Westley from The Princess Bride - the Dread Pirate Roberts version. It might be an old movie, but it’s one of his favorites - and he gets to wear all black! Includes a fake sword so he can ward off other people.

Noel: Sherlock Holmes. Yes, he may be fictional - but he’s the perfect image of what a detective should be. Strives to make their costume as historically accurate as possible. They always end up hired to find someone’s missing candy, and are secretly excited to sleuth in the costume.😉

Uriel: Wears one of those joke sexy costumes but actually manages to pull it off. Think like, sexy Cat in the Hat. If he really wants to be a menace, he wears a sexy jester costume and then goes to bother Firan - she wants to see how long it takes before he snaps.😊

#ask the mists #oh boy here come the tags #ro #full tarokka deck #ch: i. winrow #ch: akriel lukas #ch: firan zal'honan #ch: clove #ch: e. blackbourne #ch: lei zhū #ch: dimitrius zarovan #ch: noel laurier #ch: uriel #dread reflection #i had a lot of fun with this one - thank you for the ask!!#whoops forgot the red for a sec lol

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enderwalking · 2 years

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re: endersmile, i'm very much in the belief that things like the community house, handing over of the book, and keeping of the disc were trust exercises in a way, both ways. they're both very guarded people, so it'd make sense that they'd need to test each other out before committing to the larger portion of the plan. if enderboo was the one to suggest the community house like you pointed out, then that'd be dream risking something dear to him, the largest symbol of the server's past 1/7

His past, the symbolic Commitment to the plan, lose the past for their shared ideal future. meanwhile enderboo handing over his book is like him baring his neck in exchange, back then the book was the only lifeline ranboo rly had w the everchanging politics/relations/events, to lose it would be losing himself. and i think the traitor reveal was planned, a way to distance them in the server's minds, fully knowing the risk of execution (one that dream and punz could easily stop like hog hunt, and we know ranboo's opinions on dying for a cause he believes in, especially if petty bc jfc he hated how nlm was). the supplying of tnt was likely as simple as "i want this place Gone, let me help" from enderboo, bc we hear from ranboo how he was onboard w its destrunction, that it was inevitable and was likely for the best. the disc holding is described by the voice as a secret exchange in the nether, one of them having gotten the disc from skeppy beforehand(happyduo is very involved in their shit at key points, its interesting), and this one For Sure is a trust exercise since dream could've easily hidden it elsewhere or had it in his e-chest but instead he gave it to enderboo to hide until he needed it back, and after retreiving it he even left a lil thank you note. ranboo's main concern when finding it was the horror of doing so unknowingly and not wanting to believe it, but then it was feeling in danger from Others finding out, not dream, he was worried for his, phil, and techno's safety bc he knows the lengths people(tommy, namely) will go to for the discs, for the power they hold on some people. i think from then on they had their bond Solid, dream letting enderboo into the disc finale rehearsals and all, enderboo quickly visiting prison over and over, dream and his clock tantrum arc and wanting to send a message to ranboo above even george, enderboo's eager response to the message in a way that seemed to mock his forgetful self. not to mention how i think that enderboo was expecting to have a big reveal in disc finale(-points at Mask of My Own Face-), but dream being dream chose to protect him instead(an ongoing trend of his that i hold dearly) by taking the community house blame, which confused enderboo as shown by the staring and his notes from the finale. i care they and their fucked up plans that they Somehow keep getting away w -Soul (apologizes for the sudden ask essay lmao, i have terminal endersmile brainrot its a problem -Soul)

DO NOT APOLOGIZE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS IN FACT terminal endersmile brainrot is a constant on the lei enderwalking blog and i am delighted to share it

i completely agree wrt the whole trust exercises thing, and that is such a fantastic take on my mostly-silly theory/headcanon about the community house explosion that i'm adopting it immediately omg. i think the only thing i don't fully agree with in this is that i really don't think that ranboo was ever meant to be revealed in the finale? i've talked before about how ranboo's alliance with dream is one that is played extremely close to the chest, like i don't think there was any way that he would've exposed that in front of 90% of the server. in my mind, the eye contact was something very different, it was more about an unspoken signal like, "this is all according to plan, you know this. we both know what needs to happen next."

only semi-related tangent, but it's interesting the context in which dream does finally reveal information connecting himself to ranboo, i.e. to sam in the prison. dream told sam about ranboo in the midst of attempting to destroy sam's entire worldview, and it was a very spiteful, targeted reveal of information, like he was saying, "this is the person you wrote off as just a meek hostage, as just collateral damage, and yet this is the person who shook the control you so desperately grasped for. what does that say about people? what does that say about you?" and yet even in revealing ranboo's actions, he still holds back. he doesn't give any details as to why or how the prison tnt happened, he doesn't give any context to why or how ranboo is working with him, it's just an isolated bit of information, given only after dream has already made sure of the limits of sam's knowledge on ranboo overall. and this is speculation, but just based on how dream is and on the nature of his and ranboo's relationship, i don't think dream would have revealed anything if he wasn't fully confident that there would be no chance of sam retaliating against ranboo in the future. obviously at this point ranboo is already dead so he was less at risk, but more than that, i think it shows that dream was absolutely Determined to intimidate and break sam down to the point where he wouldn't dare.

#asks #anon #lei talks lore #WE LOVE LORE ESSAYS IN THE INBOX YES WE DO

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b1mbodoll · 6 months

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gabi oh my god im so sorry about these rude anons 🥺 ur literally the sweetest and most precious person on this app and for people to call you "childish" and "weird" is crazy knowing how much you care about your anons and for some of them to take advantage of talking shit on anon is crazy.

they're points are trash, they dont have one valid reason to hate on you. they're just miserable and they shouldnt be on your profile in the first place if all they're going to do is spread negativity!!! all you do is spread positivity on your account. you literally are one of the most appreciative, kind, and heartwarming people on this app. you create a safe place for everyone who follows you and others too!!!

im so glad we're mooties n im so sorry that people are being so bitter to you baby :( you are literally so nice and not to mention such a good writer?? you make everything so detailed n interesting, you're amazing at what you do. if they dont like what you write, they literally dont have to read it..? its not that hard to not be a fucking bitch, honestly. some people are just cunts n need to realize the whole world doesnt revolve around them n they're big ass head </3

you dont deserve the hate you're receiving and i hope people will realize that just because they're miserable doesnt mean they need to be such bitch and talk shit on anon. like are you that much of a pussy you cant even send a message off anon on an APP? a PHONE. they act as if you can jump through the screen and attack them or some shit like people as such pussies its so funny to me 😭

you're literally just a silly little girl gabi, im so sorry. i promise you can always talk to me if you want or need to!! yk my dms are always open my love, take care :( <3

— lei 🫐 (sorry for the long msg bb!!)

lei my baby <3 i held onto this for a lil bc im so overwhelmed by how sweet you are :( my little ray of sunshine <3 i wish i could explain how much u and ur kind words mean to me :( but pls know i will forever hold this and every other message u have sent me, near and dear to my heart!!!!

ur so right !!!! i find it so dumb that people come onto my blog to spread negativity and hateful messages 😠 like how awful do you have to be to go around bothering people with a reason >:(

thank you so so so much for all the sweet compliments T_T im so emotional ur srsly too lovely <3 and i’m extremely happy you ‘nd others view my blog as a safe place !!! i always want people to feel welcome and cared for so i do my best to offer that ♡

i’m also glad we are not only mutuals but friends as well! we havent spoken for long but u already mean so much to me n i hope we are friends for a long time, baby <3 n thank u for the compliments abt my writing T_T its hard not to doubt myself and my writing but it gets a lil easier to stop when sweeties like u send such heartwarming messages like this 💌💌 mwah

it really isnt hard to be nice!!!!! or jusy block someone you dont like!!! i dont understand why its hard for them to get that through their thick skulls -_-

the use of anon when sending hate rllllly gets under my skin -_- like why are you afraid to own up to your mean and awful messages!!!!! why are you afraid to show me ur blog??? bc i can finally blog you if you do??? agh i will nvr understand meanies -_-

i am just a silly lil girl ur so right, my baby!!!!! i will keep this in mind ‘nd i hope u know ‘m always here for u as well! im here for whatever u need or to listen to whatever u wna talk abt, i promise <3 and pls dont apologize for sendin long msgs 😠😠 i truly appreciate it so much n it means the world to me that ur takin time out of ur day to be such a sweetheart to lil ol me ☹️ mwah mwah mwah i adore u

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweetheart: 🫐

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the-hamlet · 7 months

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"Welcome home, such as it is."

Salutations! And welcome to our humble home.

I am Reynauld, and I run this blog with my dear friend Sarmenti. Here you will find artwork of ourselves, our companions, and any other posts we may enjoy.

You may find our system's primary blog here.

Please understand that Sarmenti and I are very real people. This is not a play-pretend blog, we are both introjects, and our identities to us are as real yours is to you. Treat us as fair as you would anyone else.

The body we inhabit is over 18, and thus, we would appreciate if anyone under the age did not interact with this blog.

If you wish to talk to us or make friends, please, do not be afraid to reach out! We are always willing to make friends. Send us an ask, or send us a message. We will not be bothered in the slightest.

Some information on us will be listed below, along with a guide to our tags. Thank you for your time!

⎯ Reynauld

Reynauld

He/Him | 35~ | 5'11" | Cisgender | MLM

Hello! My name is Reynauld, though you may also call me Rey if you so wish. I am known as The Crusader by others as well.

I am in a loving relationship with my dearest Dismas. I could not possibly be happier... he is a flickering flame in my darkness!

He has helped me through much of my amnesia regarding life in the modern world. I have learned a lot, but I may find myself clueless from time to time with anything new and not from my home. As such, most of the technicalities on this blog will be handled by Sarmenti or our host.

Other information? ...I have a soft spot in my heart for horses, I suppose.

Praise be the Light!

Sarmenti

He/Him | ~28 | 5'9" | Genderfluid | Queer

This is Sarmenti! I don't mind being called "The Jester" either, but it's sort of silly to call a man only by his job title, don't you think?

I have found myself in a very passionate and beautiful relationship with my lovely songbird Baldwin! Yes I will be mushy about him on this blog, yes I will be as cheesy as I possibly can, and no, you cannot stop me. He doesn't have his own blog to link like Dismas does, but you'd find him in the same system that he's from. They're good people.

I have significantly less amnesia than what Reynauld experiences himself, so I handle a majority of things on this blog. Additionally, I have a burning passion for all things musical! A song for the unfortunate--sung with the soul and played from the heart--could mean much more than any plain spoken words... I also enjoy literature and poetry, to a lesser degree.

Continuing off of Reynauld? I happen to like foxes and songbirds.

There will come a poet, who's weapon is his word... he will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord~!

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Tag Guide

#➢ ⎯ “Signed‚ Reynauld.” - Posts & Reblogs from Reynauld

#➢ ⎯ “Signed‚ Sarmenti!” - Posts & Reblogs from Sarmenti

#✧ ⎯ “Truth prevails!” ❬Reynauld❭ - Posts featuring Reynauld

#✧ ⎯ “Slice‚ slice‚ slice!” ❬Sarmenti❭ - Posts featuring Sarmenti

#✧ ⎯ “Right where it hurts!” ❬Dismas❭ - Posts featuring Dismas

#✧ ⎯ “Petals must fall.” ❬Baldwin❭ - Posts featuring Baldwin

#✧ ⎯ “...Laughable‚ mate.” ❬Tardif❭ - Posts featuring Tardif

#✧ ⎯ “Get'em‚ girl!” ❬Willam & Fergus❭ - Posts featuring Willam & his dog Fergus

♡ ⎯ “On the old road‚ we found redemption.” ❬Reymas❭ - Posts about Dismas and Reynauld's loving partnership

♡ ⎯ “Ah‚ the songs we'll write together...” ❬JestLeper❭ - Posts about Baldwin and Sarmenti's unending duet

#➢ ⎯ “Signed‚ Reynauld.”#➢ ⎯ “Signed‚ Sarmenti!”#✧ ⎯ “Truth prevails!” ❬Reynauld❭#✧ ⎯ “Slice‚ slice‚ slice!” ❬Sarmenti❭#✧ ⎯ “Right where it hurts!” ❬Dismas❭#✧ ⎯ “Petals must fall.” ❬Baldwin❭#✧ ⎯ “...Laughable‚ mate.” ❬Tardif❭#✧ ⎯ “Get'em‚ girl!” ❬Willam & Fergus❭#♡ ⎯ “On the old road‚ we found redemption.” ❬Reymas❭#♡ ⎯ “Ah‚ the songs we'll write together...” ❬JestLeper❭

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