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Let me make you a cup of Tea
Enid Sinclair estaba en la biblioteca de su universidad para estudiar, tenía un examen en dos días y aún le costaba aprender una parte del contenido de la asignatura. Estaba sola, su amiga y compañera Yoko Tanka la había dejado plantada para tener una cita con su novia Divina. Así que intento estudiar durante dos horas, las cuales solo en la primera hora, hizo un esfuerzo para entender lo que estaba leyendo.
—Me rindo— Dijo con exasperación, cerró el libro, guardó sus lápices y hojas donde había tomado algunos apuntes.
Salió de la biblioteca y vio que era tarde, se dio prisa para llegar a su departamento, el que estaba cerca de donde estudiaba, así que el camino lo hace caminando. Cuando salió del edificio, vio que llovía.
—Suerte la mía, no ando vestida para un día así— Dijo con frustración. Sus pantalones, tenis y suéter multicolor no son los más adecuadas para este aguacero.
Enid hizo su camino sin prisa, ni siquiera utilizó su mochila como un paraguas. La gente que pasaba por su lado iba casi corriendo, ella no quería tomar ese riesgo, una vez se cayó, así que no quería volver a repetir una escena tan vergonzosa.
Iba girando hacia su derecha en una esquina, una cuadra antes de llegar a su edificio, cuando alguien chocó con ella.
—¡Fíjate por donde…! — No terminó su enunciado cuando descubrió la identidad de la persona con la que había chocado. — ¿Wednesday?
— ¿Enid? — Respondió asombrada.
— Sí, ¿qué haces por aquí? — Se acercaron hasta la pared del edificio para protegerse de la lluvia.
—Salí de mi última clase y recordé que debía pedir un libro, así que iba hacia esa dirección— Wednesday no le incomodaba la lluvia, al contario, es su día perfecto.
—Creo que ya la cerraron… bueno asumiendo que vamos a la misma universidad—Enid nunca la había visto en su campus. Wednesday le dio el nombre de su universidad y Enid afirmó que iban en la misma institución de enseñanza superior.
— Es extraño que nunca nos hayamos encontrado — Enid sabía que su universidad era grande, pero ya llevaba dos años estudiando allí.
—Debe ser por mis horarios, son muy tempranos en la mañana o muy tardes — Wednesday se arregló su flequillo hacia el lado derecho.
— ¿Por tu trabajo? — Enid preguntó suponiendo la respuesta.
— Exacto — Wednesday vio que la lluvia no amainaba, así que tendría que irse rápidamente. — Bueno Enid, supongo que te veré en la universidad o en la cafetería.
—Hay más oportunidades de vernos en la cafetería, amé tu mochaccino — Dijo sinceramente Enid, estaba segura que se había hecho adicta al sabor.
—Es cierto — Hizo una pausa— Nos vemos Enid — Wednesday estaba por ir en dirección hacia su departamento cuando Enid le tocó su hombro derecho.
—¿Te gustaría ir a mi departamento? — Enid le preguntó a la casi perfecta desconocida.
— ¿Estás segura? — La miró confundida.
— Sí, no tienes ninguna vibra de asesina, no cuando haces un mochaccino tan dulce — Enid estaba siendo muy audaz.
— Quizás te equivoques.
—Me arriesgaré, si me encuentran muerta, al menos mi amiga se encargará de decir solo cosas buenas acerca de mí— Enid desvió su mirada hacia adelante, observando la lluvia.
—Enid, todas las personas hablan bien de los muertos, lo extraño sería reconocer sus defectos.
— Tienes razón y…. ¿qué me dices? — Enid la miró expectante para saber su respuesta.
— Está bien— Respondió simple y rápidamente.
— Queda cerca, estaremos en menos de 10 minutos — Enid dio un paso adelante y después hacia su derecha, Wednesday la siguió de cerca y después estaba caminando a su lado, respetando cierta distancia entre ellas.
Subieron rápidamente los tres pisos y Enid invitó a Wednesday a ingresar primero a su departamento.
—Espérame aquí, te traeré algunas toallas. — Enid fue rápidamente a su habitación.
Wednesday permaneció en ese lugar, vio que el departamento tenía algunos muebles y que estaba ordenado.
—Ten— Le pasó dos toallas.
— Gracias — Dejó su mochila en el suelo y se secó su cabello, deshaciendo las trenzas. Enid se quedó por unos instantes mirando, hasta que recordó algo y volvió a su habitación.
—También te traje estas pantuflas — Eran de color azul oscuro — supongo que tienes los pies mojados.
—Sí— Se sacó sus tenis y se los colocó, eran un par de números más grandes
— Acompáñame al baño para que te cambies.
—No, estoy bien así— Wednesday prefería estar con la ropa mojada que vestirse tan colorida como Enid.
— No te preocupes, tengo ropa adecuada para ti.
— Si me mientes, ya lo sabes, estarás en las noticias de mañana — Enid se río fuertemente.
Enid le indicó cual era el baño y antes de entrar le pasó un suéter negro y unos pantalones azules. — Estaré en mi cuarto, cambiándome.
Enid se cambió sus ropas lo más rápido que pudo, sin secarse debidamente, quería esperar a Wednesday en la sala de estar. Ella apareció un par de minutos después.
—Te ves bien — Wednesday llevaba su pelo suelto y rizado.
—No seas mentirosa, tus ropas son una o dos tallas más que las mías.
— Me ofendes, no sabes que no debes criticar el cuerpo de la otra persona — Enid se hizo la ofendida.
— Enid yo…
— Lo sé, es porque soy más alta que tú — Enid se sentía tan cómoda conversando con ella que se atrevió a decirle esa pequeña broma.
—Ahora ¿quién critica? —Wednesday se fue a sentar en el sofá donde estaba Enid.
—Bueno, dejando ese tema, supongo que seguirá lloviendo por un par de horas, así que…
— No Enid, no me alojaré esta noche contigo, puedo irme vestida así y me prestarás un paraguas.
—Wednesday, ¿crees que dejaría que un extraño quedarse conmigo?
—Sí me has traído aquí, te creo capaz de todo.
—Buen punto. No, te iba a ofrecer algo para tomar, debes tener frío.
—Siempre tengo frío, eso es independiente de la estación del año, pero sí, me gustaría un expreso.
— Pues verás que esto no es una cafetería, así que déjame prepararte una taza de té.
— Si no tengo otra opción…
—¡Hey! — Enid quería acompañar esa exclamación con un ligero golpe en el brazo, pero eso sería sobrepasarse. Enid se levantó del sofá rumbo a la cocina — Espérame, ya regreso.
Wednesday durante esos momentos fue a buscar su bolso para buscar su celular y sus auriculares, escucharía un podcast de misterio, el programa ya iba en su tercera temporada.
—Listo— Enid le dijo mientras traía dos tazas humeantes —Este es para ti— Le dio una taza con un diseño de flores.
— Gracias— La agarró con sus dos manos. Antes de dar el primer sorbo, inhaló su aroma y sopló.
Enid se sentó sin probar su té, esperando la reacción de Wednesday.
— ¿Te gustó? — Enid también agarró su taza con las dos manos para darles calor.
—Sí y mucho— Wednesday volvió a beber el té.
— Me alegro — Ahora Enid bebía el contenido de su taza. Después del quinto sorbo, Wednesday le preguntó.
— ¿Cuál es el secreto? — Wednesday pudo distinguir dos ingredientes, estaba segura que había un tercero.
—Té negro, canela, jengibre y el otro es secreto de la familia, no puedo revelarlo— Enid le guiñó el ojo derecho.
—Te dije los ingredientes del mochaccino, sería justo que me dijeras todos los ingredientes del té.
— Estabas en tu trabajo, esto es cortesía — Enid le dio un sorbo — Quizás una próxima vez te lo diga.
Wednesday nunca se imaginó que la chica alegre que vio entrar por primera vez en la cafetería hace casi un mes, le daría una taza de té en su departamento, ni siquiera en sus mejores sueños, esta escena había ocurrido.
@choicesprompts
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So my roommate is also into One Piece. I’m not sure if he’s watched any of the anime, I know for sure he’s watched the live action, but earlier tonight he came upstairs and watched a few episodes with me while waiting for a food delivery, and then he got hooked, and then he sat and watched MORE episodes with me without really knowing what was going on. But it was still wildly entertaining to him, esp since I’m right in the middle of one of the (arguably) best arcs rn, and now he wants to finish the arc with me LOL. NOBODY is immune to One Piece propaganda. Or Bon-chan 🥰
#Shima speaks#IT WAS JUST REALLY FUNNY#Like he’s been spoiled to a lot of stuff and has general knowledge of some things#So he knows (as well as I) about what’s going to happen to Ace#But yeah I’m in the middle of Impel Down and it’s absolute fucking CHAOS rn. Insane.#He was like. How much more are you going to watch tonight.#And I was like well I usually go until right before bedtime when I’m binging it#So he was like let me grab my blanky :) LOL#We started chanting PRISON RIOT!! PRISON RIOT!! PRISON RIOT!!!!!#Idk it’s just nice. I usually don’t get this kind of reaction to stuff I watch#My parents don’t like anime and my sister. Well she likes it but only specific series#So I couldn’t rope her into OP even if I tried lol#So having someone be like ooooh what are you watching it looks good I want to join!#IT FEELS NICE. OKAY. I don’t get that ever!!!#I don’t have the kind of family who would be willing to watch anime with me#And tbh I get jealous when my friends tell me they watch anime with their parents#I doubt my parents would watch anime if I were on my deathbed and asked them to. LMAO#Not faulting then it’s not their cup of tea which is fine. It just makes me sad#*them#Bc that’s just. Such a HUGE part of my life and who I am. And they don’t know anything about that side of me#Or about the things I’m into#Sorry didn’t mean to get emo in my tags. Anyway.#I was gonna watch more OP during my lunch break tomorrow BUT since my roommate also wants to watch more. I will wait :)#Never have to do that usually! Huh!! How fun!!!#One Piece
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#i have to let it out of my chest because today was fucking rough on here#it’s been for a few days actually because I’ve received much hate and I tried to ignore it as much as I could#between my blog being exposed by a huge other blog and getting dissed and then the controversy of my opinions on here#it was rough but I dealt with it. Today was different#i know I shouldn’t care about these things… I know it’s silly and all but#to read someone is ‘disgusted’ by my work and they wouldn’t read it because I should be ‘ashamed’ made me cry#i wont deny it lol I cried because… idk why would you be so nasty and cowardly send hate#not everyone has to like my story#damn not everyone has to read it#like i completely understand an historical AU with philosophy and slow burn is not everyone’s cup of tea#but like to be so nasty and make up lies only because you dont like what I said? idk#maybe I cant understand this behaviour because i would never in my life for the love of me#do this to any other person. not even the ones that I don’t like#but anyway i’ll be girl-reblogging any comfort content from Louis tonight#i know this won’t make any difference but it would be nice. it would be nice
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Listen I love Halsin being the narrative character comforter in fic, but I need more where he is the comfortee either in turn, or entirely. Just for a bit.
#BG3 Musing#Halsin Posting#there are a few i've read but i need more - platonically even better#halsin very obviously *likes* taking care of people and finds himself more useful when he can#so i'm not saying take that away from him#but genuinely just a little - even just a hey i mended your shirt for you - you washed my hair now let me wash yours#someone bring halsin a cup of tea or something#a book a snack even#hey you mentioned your mom what was she like?#what are you making there? it looks complicated#all that good stuff
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Misc. photos from the past year or so ~
#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that --#1. napping bapy boye sneeping on his own foot as if it were a pillow#2. The little primrose that I have seems to bloom sporadically all year around as long as I bring it inside and don't let it freeze#in the winter. This was a flower that came up randomly like mid november lol#3. Rainbow where you can see a little bit of a second rainbow near the bottom of it :0#4. CHILDREN.... love to see them.....#5. Halloween Candy ranking tierlist. not important enough to post on it's own. so throwing it in with one of these I guess lol#I am also not really a candy person at all and prefer bready stuff like cakes rather than chocolate bars (if I even have to have sweets#at ALL which usually I prefer savory food). I suspect the apple is controversial but.. I do love apples .... huzzah#actually am having applle and peanut butter snack right now as I'm writing this lol#6. Various bowls/cups/etc. that I got from a store at COMPLETELY different times like.. years apart from each other#yet at some point realized that they all mostly match in paint color and seem to be part of the same pattern#But I totally didnt make that connection until a few years ago when I was putting up dishes. I just bought them all invidually because it's#like 'oh cool! a cat' *1 year later* 'oh cool! a cat!' etc. lol.. I guess it must be a popular design if it's been around being sold that#long.#7. carne asada burrito and matcha bubble tea... oughhgh.... again one of my very rare meals where I actually go and get something..#probably my favorite meal currently. Something about the Chronic Anemia makes me crave beef burritos madly despite only having one#maybe twice a year or so ghjbhj.. plus the beans.... onions.... many of my Diet Forbidden foods... Also of course the little aishas#are there.... somehow they shall split the meal together even though it's like 10x bigger than their bodies.. they are also hungry#and vastly anemic... huzzah to them...#8. I've had this shirt for a long time but it fits very weird so I can never find a way to use it in outfits?? But I recently had#an appointment where a doctor needed to be able to look at my back and it's one of the only actual Shirts that I have (mostly i just own#long robes or tunics or jumper dress type of things that would be hard to lift up or etc. like... I dont even own a single normal 't-shirt'#or anyting aside from one giant tshirt that I sleep in in the summer lol.) So I wore this there.. I forget how much I love the pictures on#it.. how pleasant... little hummingbird... AND I think one of the flowers is supposed to be columbine ... !#photo diary
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Thenamesh propsal AU
Thena needs her caffeine but in this house there is none. As a result she has terrible migraine!
"How is she?"
A loud groan sounded through the whole house in response. Gil winced as he walked in with a bag in hand.
He had completely forgotten that his mom didn't keep any caffeine or alcohol in the house. She wasn't one for it, Makkari simply didn't need any caffeine to be as brimming with energy as she was, and Sersi didn't drink unless it was socially. Kingo wasn't opposed to a coffee here or a beer there, but he considered visiting home like 'being on a cleanse', or whatever.
Thena needed caffeine.
She drank no less than four coffees a day in a regular work week. He was always telling her he was worried about her caffeine intake, but there was no arguing with the stubborn Goddess of War on that one.
It hadn't taken long for the lack of caffeine to cause an irreparable headache which shook her to her core.
Gil walked into the living room, where his very sweet family was being very useless at curing Thena's migraine. His friend - and fiance - was curled up in a ball on the couch, face pinched from the tension within her head. He whispered, "Thena?"
"Gil?" she whimpered back, not even moving at the sound of his voice.
Sersi handed him a cool cloth, freshly soaked and wrung dry, "none of the pain meds Mum has will help this. It's pure caffeine withdrawal."
"Did we try?" Gil couldn't help but ask, not that it didn't irk both his Doctor mother and his bio-chemist sister. He sighed, "sorry, just...I hate to see her like this."
Gil bypassed them, going right over to the ball of Thena and turning her over so he could put the cool cloth on her forehead. "Hey."
"Hey," she whispered back, just barely getting her eyes open to look at him. She looked even paler than normal. "You're back."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, lips pressed to her temple, unable to do much more for her. "I had to go out looking."
"It's okay," Thena turned over slightly with a smile, "Sersi and Makkari have taken wonderful care of me. And your poor mother is trying to find anything that will even simulate caffeine for me."
"Thena!"
"Quiet!" Gil glared towards the door to the living room, where Kingo was striding in without a care in the world. His arms tightened around her, "she's not feeling well, man!"
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled much too light heartedly for Gil's taste. He swirled his hand in the air, "I made chai!"
Gil glared at his cousin--basically his brother. Chai was a strong enough blend of tea, and it probably would have just a enough caffeine to alleviate some of Thena's symptoms. "You had this the whole time and let her-?!"
"Come on, Gil," Kingo pouted at him, Thena still wrapped protectively in his thick arms. "I forgot I had it, okay? And anyway, I had the seed pods whole--I had to do actual work to make them ready for brewing."
Gil sighed a little more roughly, all but ignoring his loud cousin next to him, "whatever."
"I thought it might help," Kingo leaned blithely into Gil's personal space to get a peek at Thena. "I also suggested yoga to help clear her head, but all she wanted to do was lie around and wait for you."
Gil was already pulling Thena closer so he could carry her to the kitchen, "y'know, dude, I'd appreciate if you didn't do shirtless yoga with my fiance when I'm not around?"
"Who said it was shirtless?"
"I've never seen you do it with a shirt on," Gil shot back without hesitation. Kingo just snickered at his obvious annoyance (dick). Gil stood with Thena in his embrace, "I have something better."
"Something to put me out of my misery?"
"Something like that," he chuckled, kissing Thena's temple again just because he could. She was really funny, even if she didn't think so. "You know this is why I'm always on you about how much coffee you drink."
"Yes, yes," she managed to roll her eyes at him, although even doing that much seemed to reawaken her pain. She grimaced, "how long have you been waiting to bring that up?"
"Until I also had something to help."
"Gil, I--oh."
Ajak made room for them at the kitchen island so Gil could set Thena down in one of the plush bar seats.
"It's okay, mom, I found some," he sighed as he made sure Thena was settled. "Had to go all the way to that organic store where you fill up your own jars."
Damned retiree town and its hipster stores.
Thena forced her eyes open again, "what did you find?"
"Coffee."
Thena perked up like a dog offered a steak after being in the desert.
"I got the lightest roast they had," he held Thena's eyes, waving the jar of fresh grounds in his hand. She watched it, utterly entranced. "Just enough to keep the pain away, okay? This shit was still expensive, even as the cheapest stuff I could find."
Thena let out a faint laugh, in better spirits just at the promise of some relief. "Are you going to ween me off of it with this?"
Gil looked at her again as he set out the coffee grounds and french press he had to buy just to make coffee here. He could just tell her that he told her so and that this was probably for the best, to get her less dependant on caffeine to even function. But he sighed, "gently. I won't let you suffer if I can do anything to help."
Some colour returned to her cheeks, which was honestly more of a relief than anything.
"I'll make you just one cup to start, okay," he continued to speak softly, shaking out just enough grounds and then reaching for the kettle.
"Thank you, Gil."
He looked up, compelled by the gentle, almost musical tone in her voice. Some colour rose in his cheeks as well as he looked back down at his brewing, "anything."
"Hey."
Gil looked up once the grounds were starting to brew. Thena nodded him over to her, and he moved automatically, like a man possessed. Her knees made room for him and he had to stop himself from putting his hand on the other side of them reflexively.
Thena leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, just close enough to his cheek to be considered not actually 'kissing' him.
He blushed and his all his hair stood on end.
"You're a life saver," she said afterward, forcing a much lighter tone. She tucked some hair behind her ear and moved to watching the coffee brew. "Is it done yet?"
He had to laugh just a little. He gave above her knee - just at the hem of her skirt - a squeeze and moved away again, "will you just try having some patience?"
"You are not the one who has spent all morning with a jackhammer within your skull."
"If you took it even a little easy on the cold brew it probably wouldn't be so bad."
"I knew you were dying to tell me you told me so," Thena rolled her eyes.
Gil smiled; she didn't wince this time. He poured her cup, which really needed more time to brew than it had. Maybe he was just as impatient to cure her as she was. "Just put some shit in it to cover up the taste."
"Gladly," she sighed, although it was Gil who moved toward the fridge for said 'shit'.
They both completely forgot Ajak was still hovering at the edge of the kitchen.
#Thenamesh Proposal AU#let me tell you#I have experienced this#not with coffee but I used to drink green tea for literally any time I was thirsty#and the headache I got when it ran out during quarantine#I was utterly useless#and I just know that Thena is out here drinking nitro cold brew like it's water#she doesn't get jittery or anything#but she just needs a constant baseline of caffeine in her veins#Gil is very eager to ween her off of it#he'll make her just a small cup and put some non-dairy milk in it#maybe some honey or something for sweetner because Ajak is that mom with the all natural pantry#whatever it's just for her anyway#the kids all went out and found their own favourites to stock for their stay#Ajak returns to the living room#Sersi and Makkari ask how Thena is#Ajak and Kingo share a look and say that she's doing much better now
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I like all of the ideas people are coming up with for a new Scooby-Doo show, but I would love to see some crossover ideas. Scooby-Doo has no shortage of weird, goofy crossovers but I want more. I want to see the gang flip out over all of the actual supernatural shit going on in Gravity Falls while the Pines act like it's a normal Tuesday. I want to see a cartoon Benoit Blanc be weird with these four random college kids he's helping for some reason. Like, if the gang can hang out with fucking WWE wrestlers and Kiss and the cast of SPN then anything is possible. It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to be fun. Because that's the whole point.
#scooby doo#mystery gang#crossovers#mystery incorporated#velma#i know crossovers aren't everyone's cup of tea but i think you'd could have so much fun with them#please let me know of any ideas/art you make or find bc i will slurp that shit up like spaghetti#scooby doo crossover
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so many lovely peopke have sent pics of their kitties so heres rei. Shes not mine, im catsitting her for a friend, but shes atill my sweet little baby who i love so so much. This is her new favorite spot on a free couch i got the other day
#barry.txt#im feeling better after a cup of tea and lots of relaxing time. Gonna make dinner soon#thank you for being so sweet everyone who sent me asks and let me chat and clear my head a bit <3
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god bless sam 🥹 he is genuinely the kindest caring person i have ever met.
#he put my sheets on my bed for me and delt with a moulding cup of tea that had been in my room bc ive been having a really bad ocd/#depressive episode and have been avoiding hard tasks. which obviously makes the issues worse.#i feel like such a burden but he saw that i was struggling and didnt let me take no for an answer.#hes seen the most horrible disgusting sides of me that i thought would make him want to leave me forever and still cares. i dont know why#but he does. god. sorry for being sappy on main or whatever. but thank you sam.
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how do i tell my mother that coming into my room calling me "lazybones" if i'm still in bed at any time past 7 a.m. for YEARS has done near-irreparable damage to my self-esteem and created shame about being able to just fucking relax?
#but she can rot on the couch playing mahjong on her ipad all day it's fine#i don't feel at all angry when i come home dirty and tired from work#and she tells me i'm making dinner#while she sits curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and a book#sure mom. let me just take a shower and i'll get right on that#but please do let me know how hungry you are five times while i'm trying to scrape together some energy#i need to get out of this house#some small part of me kinda hopes she just doesn't come back from vacation#and. and .#as i'm giving her a VERY NICE vacation pedicure last night#she goes 'hey could i maybe use your hardcase on this trip? it'd just be easier in a customs search'#oh the brand new really nice hardcase suitcase that you got me for my birthday? that one?#not one of the four other suitcases you own?#sure. go ahead and take it#anythign else i can get you queen?#my belongings are not my own#my life is not my own#my time is not my own#yes i know i have control issues but i think i've earned them a little bit#i never learned to set boundaries and could never say no to my mom without being reprimanded#and i feel like a shell of a person because she's belittled my individuality if it doesn't conform to her worldview#and i feel like i'm dangling this husk in front of people and saying 'yep this is me. my whole essence'#all because i can't say no to her taking my fucking suitcase like it was never really mine to begin with#like she's just entitled to all my shit#i'm fine. i have a meeting with my therapist next week. i'm fine.
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I'll be honest that I'll be extra selective with following HSR blogs due to how mischaracterized characters from HI3 can get or how connections to HI3 gets w/o proper dive into lore on many occasions. You do you but I will just step back on that for personal comfort.
I'm super happy for y'all creativity but I will be separating all but Welt Yang (and Himeko sometimes in RPs) from HI3 altogether for personal preference. Yes, it is because of my own HI3 verse that's also included. Glad people get interested in HI3 because of Welt and Void Archives, it's just... yeah. Only personal preferences acting here. Have fun! Just know it's not you, it's literally just me about following back ;)
#❄ ― OUT OF CHARACTER. ╱ fun time’s passing by like river’s flow.#just want it to be very clear.#been thinking about it so yeah#i'm... let's just HI3 is very dear to me and seeing some things in rping community from HSR makes me go /meh/#but it's a PERSONAL preference so i'm happy ppl go canon divergent but it's just not my cup of tea in some cases#which is just that.#tbqh the only people i'll follow w/o thinking are VERY close friends so yup#you know who u are i make your life hell every day lmao
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I may hc Tim as someone with colombian ascendance for personal reasons but also, the tea culture mannnn
#mox post#I just want Tim to make an aromática for Mart#him making something nice for the guy who always makes sure to extend a pleasantry (a cuppa) to others#augh#i love them so much#let them be tender#love can be a warm cup of hibiscus n berries tea after worms tried to kill you#martim#I don't think it's something he makes for himself but it used to be a thing at his home#And hell#Martin deserves that little comfort#A los latinos leyendo esto#soy peruano pero mi ex es de colombia#ese es mi disclaimer xd se me cuidan
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Genuinely and in all ways appreciate that they don’t make us spend time worrying about Nagi and Ginko. Doesn’t try to get us emotionally wrenched or anything, just, “this was briefly and mildly inconvenient”
PLease please do not spoil anything for me in your excitement. I don’t want to know anything! I don’t even want to know if something is a cultural difference, or if you can’t wait for me to get to a part. If I wonder about something, please don’t say stuff like “Just wait til…” You know what is great for all that? The discord! Which apparently has its own mushishi channel now, which must mean y’all are excited for it!
#Doc watches Mushishi#Mushishi Episode 6#I don't mind someone getting saved if there are real consequences#Not even like YOU WILL ALWAYS BE ALTERED#but to use an example that continues to make me mad to this day#that OW comic where Lena got shot#and they went over and voer again how it was really bad and she was in surgery a very long time#and not a foregone conclusion that she'd make it (though we knew she would)#only to be like 'two weeks later#Iwas good as new! back to panel of her training#and like...let the bitch shuffle around the house a few weeks#jesus#'next few weeks were pretty boring for me' panel of her sitting in front of the tv drinking a cup of tea#looking simultaneously in pain and annoyed#'but can't keep me down long!#and she's running around training again#that's all it would have taken#that's it#god's most mild acknowledgment#all it would have taken#even not putting a time on it would have helped immensely#anyway all this to say bless this show for being like 'naw this was not a big deal'
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Hello! I'm the one non mutual who saw your dialogue prompt list lol. I know it's a bit of a stretch but could I request Engmano for 10 or if it's easier Belarus and Russia platonically for 2?
It's totally cool if you can't do either. Just thought I'd take a shot.
well well. firstly, it looks like we're now mutuals so joke's on you! and secondly, a shock even to myself, but as it turns out... that is not a stretch at all. i've got you! 💚
Okay
"Are you alright in here?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because," England remarks, stepping into the men's bathroom, where Romano has decided to hide himself away during the lunchtime interval, "you're sitting on the floor of an empty bathroom, and I'd reckon that a person has to be in a pretty bad way to want to get that close to invisible piss stains."
The Italian has to fight back a smile—though, for a good few seconds, it wins and the other nation is able to peer through the cracks. Lorenzo isn't thrilled about it, but… well, he daren't say it aloud, but England is quite right: bathrooms are fucking disgusting. Right now, he sits by the sinks, back against the wall, empty cubicle to his left. His knees are up, close, and act as rests for his wrists as he seriously questions his sanity.
"At least I'm not sitting by the urinals," he quips back, nevertheless, filling a needy silence.
"Still, could've taken a seat on the toilet lid," Arthur returns.
"There… isn't one."
"…ah. I see your predicament."
"Why are you here, huh? Did Germany tell you to round up all the trouble-makers or something?" Lorenzo questions.
Arthur merely scoffs. "I'm not his lapdog—
"Mmh, he has a few of those…"
"—and to be frank, I'm sure I'm a permanent resident of his 'naughty list'," the Brit concludes, humoured all the same. "Yeah… No, the reason I'm here is because this is actually where I like to mope about. Though, the toilet used to be better equipped for, uh, mini breakdowns."
Lorenzo has a mini panic. "I'm not having a breakdo—!"
"I'm not saying you are," the other hurries to defend. "But again, I draw your attention to the potential piss tracked across the floor by someone's shoes."
Lorenzo says nothing.
Arthur says, "Are you sure you're okay?"
And Lorenzo asks him again, "Why do you care?"
A slow sigh comes from the other. All humour seems to have left him, and he steps towards the other nation—and not only towards, but he also comes down by Lorenzo's side, much to the Italian's bewilderment, and sits on floor next to him. Piss stains and all.
"Would it help if I said I'm here on behalf of a… an interested party…?" the blonde remarks, which does no favours for Lorenzo's mood.
"Feli?"
Arthur shakes his head.
"Toni?"
Another shake. Lorenzo shifts a little, and reloads.
"Alfred?"
But still, no.
"Matthew?"
Apparently not!
"Cazzo, it isn't Gilbert, is it?" he questions, landing on the only other person he could think of who may possibly give a shit. But when Arthur shakes his head again, all he can do is slam his head back against marble tiles in defeat.
"It shouldn't really matter who it is," Arthur goes on to tell him in the meantime. "The point is, someone wants to make sure you're okay."
The brunette wants to reply. He wants to shout, I'm fine, now leave me the fuck alone already! but he can't. Maybe that's because it would be a lie. But Enzo, he chides himself, lying never usually bothers you, which is the truth. Lying rarely ever bothers him. So why… why… is he struggling to look Arthur in the face and say it? Say those two words?
I'm fine.
If it were him, walking into a bathroom and finding England sitting on the floor looking more miserable than usual, he'd chalk it up to an argument with France and join in on some spontaneous slandering. But he wouldn't ask him, are you okay? Would he? Would he…?
Romano casts his eyes back away from the other nation before he starts becoming too obvious. His 'deep thinking' face is quite distinctive, appare—
"You don't have to be okay, you know."
His eyes almostly instantly find Arthur again. "You think I don't know that?" he asks, brow raised along with his walls.
"I think you don't believe it," the other says, however. "Knowing and believing are different things. It took me a long time to work that one out…"
"I didn't ask for private lessons in living."
Arthur manages a feeble smile. "Right. Sorry."
And Lorenzo knows almost instantly that he has over-stepped, crossed a line, crushed something underneath his clumsy foot. He doesn't feel the urge often, but before he can really think about it, he huffs and says, "No, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry… You're only trying to help…"
"No need to apologise. I am the one being incredibly nosy."
"Yeah, well… I guess I am only used to it from certain people," the Italian muses. He regards Arthur with solemnity. "You want to know if I'm okay?"
It takes him a moment, but the other nods his head. Lorenzo gives him what he wants:
"I'm sitting on the floor of a bathroom," he says, "possibly in a puddle of someone's piscio, in a room halfway across the building from where everyone else is, and I really, really don't want to go back." He leans his head back against the wall, but his eyes stay fixed on Arthur. "Does it sound like I am okay?"
"…not really."
"Then there's your answer."
Another nod, another pause.
"Would you like some company?"
Lorenzo frowns. "You, you mean?"
"We're the only ones currently in this bathroom, so… yes."
"Don't you want to go back?"
"What, and let you get away with stealing my hiding place?" the other scoffs. "Fat chance."
And, even though it feels odd—even though it feels like there is more to it, like he's in for an earful or maybe even worse—Lorenzo… doesn't tell him to go. Instead, he hesitates for no more than five seconds before suggesting, defying his own expectations of himself, "Wanna hide in one of the nearby café's instead?"
When Arthur smiles at him, a weight seems to vanish. A worry seems to subside.
"Okay."
[ final wordcount, 980; prompts can be found here! ]
#helia writes#hetalia#hws england#hws south italy#engmano#let me level with you. never thought id ever write a ship like engmano. it's not entirely my cup of tea#however i did want to try writing some new things with these prompts and i'll say im glad you suggested it#because it came surprisingly easy. they're certainly on a similar wavelength which means theyd get on#and you know what i tried to make this shorter but i physically could not :'))
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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:
And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.
Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.
Much love. xxx
please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]
ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—
sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.
(i am feeling unhinged about it)
SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:
The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore
^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this
that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.
it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.
maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.
sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3
#liv in the replies#every time you send me a message i do the thing where i’ve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency#FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattle’s goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebody’s guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let#u break my HEART i truly don’t think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc that’s what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream#the players’ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it#SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylan’s first boyfriend zach werenski#i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someone’s name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak#more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of#willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has#fallen through you part of it but there’s a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened#will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know it’s embarrassing i’m asking for it :: easy to write about light#like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things#you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready he’ll come drink it & instead#you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but you’ve learned to drink it anyway#okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDN’T EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i can’t stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already#a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narratives™️ i heard maude latour’s song ‘one more weekend’ & went hahaha isn’t that#a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isn’t that a fun little umich boy#going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes#umich scholars please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong on any points i can’t remember anything presently about anything#also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what you’re talking about is making me %^•*]+£’ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan… all of my journeymen… we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and#the chrysalis and the caterpillar
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