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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for shutting down a trans man who was maybe just trying to be helpful?

A bit of background: I'm over 25 and I've known I was trans for about 15 years. Despite this, I've had a lot of trouble getting myself to a point where I can reliably afford hormones/surgery. As a result, I've spent that time learning to control what I can and accept what I can't for the time being. I'm not "comfortable" in my skin, but it's a very familiar and sometimes tolerable experience I can handle with some support from my other half for now.

As a downside to this, I have far less tolerance for insecure masculinity, especially from younger trans men who go through a toxic phase.

The actual story: I was trying out a new thing in a friendly, helpful, freelance kind of workspace. Think something like an artist community, not strictly "professional" but somewhat organized. I was trying to make friends to follow to get some mutual support when I posted a picture and a little bit about myself, mentioning that I was trans and was hoping to follow more trans creators.

I got a message from another trans guy (post-op, on T) who was excited to support and get to know each other when I got a follow-up message along the lines of "By the way! You'd look great with a shorter hair cut!"

I didn't really ask and I liked my longer hair so I sent something back akin to "Thanks! I usually keep it short but I'm trying out something different this time!" I checked out his page again just to make sure he wasn't just trolling people but he was supportive of others and posted regularly about himself. I didn't think much of it and went to sleep for the night.

I woke up the next day to a few more messages (that I'm paraphrasing). "It just looks fem right now is all. Did you know they make lifts for the insides of your shoes? They're really comfortable but if you can't afford them you can fold socks under your heels and it gives you another couple of inches of height!"

I tried to answer politely. "I'm not really insecure about that! There are plenty of short guys and guys with long hair!" Honestly I was pissed. I know I don't pass, it isn't my goal right now to pass and the advice felt unsolicited and condescending.

He told me AGAIN that he just wanted to help me "look more masculine, if that was the goal" and sent me a list of shoulder workouts to try with an article about dieting.

I finally told him to hop off my dick, mind his own body and worry about his own presentation because he was projecting his own insecurities on a stranger. I told him I didn't ask for his opinion, that I'm older than he thinks, that I've been out far longer and know all the tricks, I just choose not to present male for others when I can choose my own comfort first, KNOWING who I am.

He replied with a short apology, another "just trying to help" before blocking me. It doesn't bother me at all that he did, but I don't know how gentle I was expected to be when it felt Iike someone was essentially saying something was wrong with me.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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keisha-knell · 3 months

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The Aftermath

Info: so guys I wrote this scene for a hook fanfic I'm working on and I was thinking maybe I would post the scene on here and get opinions. I obviously won't have a end well maybe but I'm hoping to put it in the fanfic (Wattpad: Cheeselove123, BOOK: JUST PRETEND- HOOK FANFIC) - Please don't copy.

I walked into the back holding a cardboard tray with the coffee Tony ordered, I tapped Tony on the shoulder getting his attention. He turned around greeting me and taking his coffee but he didn’t have his usual smile, “Tony what’s going on?” I asked but he seemed so focused on the monitor. “Y/n” I turned seeing Adam and he looked at me with a worrying expression, “Adam what’s happening?” I asked feeling the panic arise within me.

“Y/n you know Tyler has a match right?” Adam asked and I looked at him so confused, “Yes I know he’s got a match” I said and Adam looked back at Tony. “Well um he’s doing well” Adam said hiding his worry, “Adam everything is not okay so what is going on?” I asked and his music hit. I moved in the gap getting a peak at the monitors, When I saw the monitors I gasped seeing Tyler struggling to get to his feet. I saw Adam page supporting Tyler helping him stand but Tyler just wasn’t having it, he rolled out of the ring and I could see Adam eyeing down Strickland before signalling Tyler back in the ring once Strickland left.

I watched Tyler get back in the ring looking like he was in so much pain, he was on his knees holding on to the bottom rope. The referee and Adam were checking on him before he got back up to his feet, he stood up walking around the ring looking around at he crowd before taking his belt and leaving the ring walking up the ramp. I ran to the side stage door waiting for Tyler only to see Tyler groaning in pain as he walked through the door almost limping. “Tyler” I said grabbing his attention seeing him lift his head with a defeated expression. I opened my arms letting Tyler walk into my arms as I wrapped them around him. He stood there for a second not moving before wrapping his arms around me.

I gently rubbed his back being mindful of the swelling on his back, “You did amazing” I said and he looked down at me forcing a smile. “Hey Kid” I looked behind Tyler seeing Joe walking towards us, Tyler turned around feeling dejected, “Kid your time will come one day I see a lot of potential in you” Joe said and I saw Tyler cheer up a little. Dr Sampson walked past us checking on Tyler following behind Pater who seemed extremely concerned for his son. “Son you alright?” Peter asked placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Dad I’m fine” Tyler mumbled as he hugged me from behind. “I’m going to head home” Tyler said as he rested the side of his head on my shoulder, “I’ll ask Tony if I can head back home with you” I said and I felt his nod against my shoulder.

“Ah Y/n” I heard Tony say as he came rushing towards us, “Tyler great match but are you okay?” Tony asked. Tyler nodded and I looked back at Tony, “Y/n you can take the rest of the night off shows technically over” I looked back at Tyler who forced another smile. “Thanks TK” I said wrapping my arm around Tyler’s midsection walking back to the dressing rooms, back in the dressing room Tyler grabbed his clothes and went to the showers. I heard the water turn on and the sound of the shower door open. I walked into the bathroom seeing Tyler with his hand against the wall letting the water run over him. The grimaces on his face and the expression of pain as he breathed heavily, I walked closer taking my clothes off to join Tyler in the shower.

Lathering some soap in my hands and running them down Tyler’s back, he turned around facing me. He leaned back against the shower wall, running my fingers through his hair and he’s arms wrapping themselves around me. The tips of his hair just barely touching my shoulder as I gently lathered his hair in shampoo. Tilting his head back to rinse I let him finish the rest before washing myself and getting out of the shower wrapping a towel around myself. A few minutes later I finished getting dressed and I was just laying on the bed watching TV when Tyler walked in and plopped down on the bed beside me turning on his side. “Ty you did good today” I whispered and he just stayed in his spot hugging my waist, “But I could’ve won” he said in a meek whisper. “You’ll win it one day just right now isn’t the right time” I reassured him running my hand through his hair.

#tyler senerchia #hook #send hook #730 hook #hook aew

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tmuse-ac · 5 months

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How do rose swap! Y/N and Moon meet? How did Y/N meet sun and Eclipse?

What does Y/N think of the Celestial trio?

OH! What a great question and I was in the middle of drawing something that relates to this question when I got this ask, so it's your lucky day! And lucky for me too: STORY TIME and INFO DUMP!

get your tea ready mates, LONG POST!

Out of the three, you meet Moon first when they get hired as a security guard to help Vanessa take care of the place. She immediately signs up Moon to patrol the daycare section, including the main entrance (even though that's technically not part of the daycare), the Daycare Theater, and under it. Vanessa very much finds you annoying because you would follow and talk to her any chance you got since you get bored of cleaning. Moon's take away from his meeting with you is that you remind him of his friends: excitable but sweet. Vanessa doesn't mind if they keep you company as long as Moon's makes sure that you don't bother her. Moon likes talking to you :)

Then time flies a tad and you're finally able to meet Sun! He is able to get a job as your assistant as you and Fazbear Entertainment have been getting many complaints about your uncleanliness as well as your creepy appearance and nature, staring into the abyss while thinking about your new favorite human.

You remember being told a lot of Moon's roommate. Mostly rants about how they never sleep properly because they've been trying to get college work done in and then staying up the rest of the night to clean every spot in their apartment. Moon told you that he hopes by Sun getting this job that they can work on getting a proper schedule.

You were very excited to him so when he arrives on his first day, bright and early at 6 am with Vanessa and Moon guiding him in, you are very quick to give a pleasant hello! Unbeknownst to you, Moon also talked to Sun and Eclipse about you too! Sun was very surprised to find that you are much taller than he thought, and he doesn't know what to think about how that makes him feel. He finds many things you both have in common... and some things that you don't. All around he finds you as a pleasant rock to talk to and be friends with much to your happiness for a new friend and another favorite human!

You're hugger, by the way. You have to make sure Vanessa doesn't catch you since you're technically not allowed to touch staff at all. You were so excited however that you completely forgot Vanessa was one of the people who escorted Sun to meet you and nabbed them up right away. Sun was very surprised but didn't mind too much.

Now onto Eclipse! You meet him much later than the other two as well as during a time when he didn't work for Fazbears. Even though you looked pristine, on the inside you were very messy and ragged. You tried the best you could, but often would forget. Sun and Moon noticed pretty quickly and when trying to bring you to Parts and Service to get fixed, you were quick to decline, run, or hide. They decided to see if you would be up to trust their friend Eclipse, who is a great mechanic and is very close in getting their degree in robotics. You were hesitant but agreed. You were glad you did, because you made another great friend, and they became another one of your favorite humans!

Eclipse definitely finds you interesting because of your AI and all about "human-ness" that Fazbears has been able to create. From a friend standpoint, however, they adore you and took to you much faster than the other two. He also absolutely loves that he can finally look up at someone when talking to them.

Here's something from some point in the nearer future when Fazbears grabs Eclipse up before their rival in the west could.

I hope you enjoyed this info dump because again, I love giving them :)

#roleswap!au #petrixmuse art #petrixmuse answers #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #ruin eclipse #the daycare attendant #sun x reader #moon x reader #eclipse x reader #dca au #fnaf sb au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin

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falconearring · 1 year

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goood day! hope you're doing splendid

if you have the time, would you mind explaining a bit of the lore of your au so far? I'm very interesting in lot of mechanics of aus, and apart from whatever bits you've dropped about the gang and what they're upto, is there any specifics you'd like to add on as a note? this isn't about spoilers, and if doing so might reveal some then it's completely understandable!

I'm really interested in how your story progresses and if not the above, id love to hear what you think so far about it and what you think of the thoughts of people, like their interpretations if have any! thank you for taking the time for this and its completely fine if you don't want to answer

apologies if I came off as rude or too assuming, and for the rather long ask ahah

thank you again! have a great day or night ahead! take care

Hey thank you so much for dropping this in my inbox!! You taking interest warms my heart!

I'm gonna use this ask as a means to drop these headshots and notes. Below is every person who currently resides at the repurposed logging yard. They call themselves the Hermits. All of these people will appear at least once in the comic, and I'm going to do my best to include these little bits of info within the actual story too!

Other members of traffic/life smp will also appear, they just aren't associated with the group established here. So Scott, Lizzie, Jimmy, Martyn, Bigb, Scar and Grian are going to make an appearance later.

As for the setting, we're 2 years into the apocalypse at this point. There are safe guarded cities, but these places are far away from where the story is taking place. The Hermits have pretty much been living their lives completely isolated from other people as a means of keeping safe.

Weather in this universe can be a bit extreme, as the world faces an imminent climate crisis a few years before the zombies start appearing inexplicably. Space stations were in the midst of being established before the apocalypse, with hopes that humanity could reestablish itself in outer space. When it hit, much of the remaining human race was evacuated from the planet as a last ditch effort. The status of the shuttles that were sent up is unknown. The stations being set up really weren't ready to be inhabited so soon, so its kind of iffy whether or not things are going much better up there.

Early into the apocalypse, helicopters would fly overhead looking for survivors and escort them back to safe zones and launch sites. This stopped not long after though, and whether or not they're going to start looking for survivors again is unknown.

As for the zombies themselves, the 'science' behind them is beyond anyone's understanding. Upon being bitten, the body instantaneously progresses through the stages of decomposition and takes on a sickly kind of bruised look. As far as any one can tell, there is no brain activity beyond this point, but the bodies still move inexplicably. Kind of a night of the living dead situation. Important to note that much like a human, if the heart or brain is destroyed they will die, despite not having a functioning nervous or circulatory system. I'm taking a distinctly supernatural approach to them because I just think it's cool.

I have no clue what year this is set in, but the Hermits are residing in the wilderness somewhere in Canada. I'll touch on pretty much all the above within the comic as well, but I thought there was no harm in sharing anyhow because you asked so nicely!

As for the second half, people have said a couple interesting things. Sadly I can't comment on a lot of it because it dips into spoilers! Somebody said they find it funny that Bdubs is probably freaking out while Etho is just chilling and that's absolutely spot on and made me laugh.

Thanks for such a detailed ask, anon! And thanks for your patience, I had to think about what I wanted to say ^_^ Hopefully this is what you were looking for, hope you have a fantastic day!

#asks #falconearringzombieau

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vidavalor · 7 months

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Hello! Thank you for visiting. Armchairs and blankets and snacks are over there. *points* Stuff about my blog is here. Please read. Thank you. :)

Hi there! Below please find some stuff about the content of my blog under the cut. As always, message me if you have any questions or comments.

Content Info:

-I don't have an age rating on my blog as we all mature at different rates but I'd say some of the stuff is more adult than others. There is cursing and frequent discussions of sex. High school age or above should be fine here.

-Infrequently, a post may discuss characters who have a history of domestic and/or sexual abuse. All of these posts will contain individual trigger warnings so you will know before you read them and can make the choice as to whether or not that is something you would like to read.

-I don't TW posts for religious trauma in general because I write a lot about it but if the abuse veers into anything related to physical or sexual violence, anti-Semitism, racism, or any type of queer-phobia or anything of any of those types of horrible natures, I will add a TW for it at the top of the post.

-This is queer-friendly space, as is a lot of Tumblr, thankfully. If you are a jerk to me or to anyone engaging with me here, you will be blocked and, depending on the situation, likely reported. In the words of David Lynch as Gordon Cole in Twin Peaks:

-I write a lot about Good Omens and much of what I write about is centered around analysis pertaining to Crowley & Aziraphale's relationship. I welcome all interpretations of it and can see many different ones, personally. I believe that engaging with art means being open-minded and curious about how others see things. It does not mean demanding that your way is "the right" way and I don't expect everyone to agree with me. I say this because Good Omens has a sizable fanbase that identifies as asexual and/or aromantic for some people of that community, the idea of Crowley & Aziraphale as a sexual and/or romantic pairing is not appealing. My point is that if that is you, how you see this show is valid, too. We may disagree on some details on this one particular show but believe you me, we do not disagree about how much there needs to be more representation of asexual and aromantic life in the arts. I have your back on that and if you would like to share something with me that is related to Good Omens or anything else, really, but are hesitant to do so because you see that I write a lot about a different kind of interpretation of Crowley & Aziraphale, please do not hesitate! I love seeing everyone's ideas and creative works. You all are so inspiring. :)

-Feel free to say hi or throw something into my Ask inbox thingamajig. I live for messages. Please be sure to include your pronouns if it's not already readily visible on your blog so I know how to properly address you. She/her for me, please.

Thank you for reading & I hope you're having a great day. :)

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scoonsalicious · 6 days

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you're such a wonderful writer and i hope you are doing great 💖

wanted to ask you, how do you write this type of topics that are hard and difficult? what did you feel while writing for chapter 23, 24 and 25?

i hope to know more about you as a writer and your methods because it has been mind blowing reading Unwanted

Thank you so, so much! I'm doing great! lol

So, I originally started writing an answer to this question that more specifically aligned with what you asked, but the more I thought about it, the more I kind of wanted to delve into what this story was supposed to be, what it turned into, and what it was like creating it. This is probably way more info then you every asked for or expected, so I apologize, but just rewatched Endgame in the name of research and I'm crying like a baby right now, and feeling pretty emotional, lol WARNING: This is going to get heavy. So, Unwanted was never actually supposed to turn into what it was. It started with this really simple image in my brain. Reader (not yet named) undercover, working at a strip club, and Bucky showing up to annoy her and get her flustered. She's unhappy to see him. Why? They used to sleep together, but she hates him now. What happened? In the original story, Bucky and Pocket never fell in love. They were best friends, and became FWB. A new Avenger is recruited (Jade was originally named Sage, and then Jewel, before we got to where we are), and Bucky goes on this Russian mission with her and sleeps with her. He comes back dating Sage and distances himself from Pocket, and she's heart broken, because she feels like she'd just been used, and now that Bucky had a new set of holes to fill (Pocket's words, lol), he didn't need her anymore. Then, she gets assigned to this mission in Atlantic City (that part-- the missing women, the trafficking, was always the plan), and uses it as a chance to get away from him.

But then something IRL happened that actually ended up changing the entire course of the entire fic. A little backstory: When I was a child, I was sexually abused by a neighbor/family friend for many years. I didn't have the language at the time to explain what happened to me, so I never told anyone. I changed, going from a really happy, outgoing kid, to being really withdrawn and anxious; it basically destroyed my soul. This, of course, was back in the early '80s, where CSA wasn't really discussed or understood the way it is now. The signs were there, but my parents didn't know they should have been looking for.

I thought I got over it. I thought I processed and dealt with it and moved beyond it, and I grew into adulthood. But in reality, I was just building a mask. But then, in February of this year, while I'd already been working on the fic for several months under the aforementioned plot, something happened: My young nephew started showing signs that he may have been abused, as well, by either his nanny or someone the nanny had exposed him to. My brother and sister-in-law recognized the changes in him immediately, and did everything right. This triggered me, and it was pretty apparent that I had never processed my trauma-- I'd just repressed it. And everything came rushing back. I suddenly had immense anger toward my parents for failing to protect me, for not seeing the signs, for forcing me to interact with my abuser for years and years. It was misguided, and I recognize that, but I never allowed myself to process the emotions at the time, and was kind of starting over from scratch.

So, Pocket, in a lot of ways, became me. I gave her extremes of what I experienced so she could help me work through things, to help me process everything I was feeling, that sense of abandonment, not being able to trust people, the inability to form real relationships because I don't know how to be vulnerable. And I gave her some of my characteristics: from about ages 15-25, I was addicted on and off to opiates, and in college, I started drinking excessively to numb my pain, to the point where I have liver and kidney damage from it. I gave Pocket my use of humor-as-a-coping mechanism, my penchant for swearing, and most importantly, I gave her my pain, my hurt, so that she and I could get better, together.

So, when I write Pocket's spiral in Chapters 23-25, I'm writing an exaggeration of every spiral I've ever had, because, I figure, if I can get Pocket through all of that, surely I can get myself through my own shit, right?

I'm sure it wasn't the answer you were quite looking for, but it's the best way I can explain how I, and Unwanted got here. And as for my nephew, fortunately, after a State Police and Child Protective Service investigation, it looks like he was never actually sexually abused; for that, at least, I'm grateful.

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suki-daydreams · 7 months

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Until Next Time

summary : gojo and baker reader meet again

notes : this is pt. 2!! pt. 1 is Umbrella link

info : past arc gojo x baker reader, gn reader (if I do use any prounouns, LMK!!), soft gojo, gojo is stupidly in love (but doesn't know it yet), fluff

IF GOJO SEEMS OOC - he is still processing/accepting what happened so he's a chill in this one, but he slowly is gaining he regular self back- thanks to you

UNEDITED

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Gojo let out a long groan as he stretched his arm, he had just left the airport after an exhausting mission overseas sent by Yaga. It's been a week since the incident with you, and yet you never left his mind. All he wanted to do was meet you again.

He had taken a picture of the shop name, he was 75% sure you worked there.

"it's been a couple hours since they were made- it's usually better fresh, but I hope you enjoy them either way!" You smiled, then waved goodbye at him.

His intuition was good- you knew when the batch of desserts had been made, that's all he needed to know. He brought out his phone and began to type in the shop name on his GPS. With that he pulled up the location and began to make his way towards your bakery.

He stared at the store in shock, the stairs you found on him slumped on was right in front of your bakery. He must've had his guard down because he didn't even sense you when you came up behind him that day.

With a deep breath he pushed the door and made his way inside. A sweet scent of cupcakes, cake, kikufuku, castella, any dessert- you name it, immediately hit his nose. It didn't overlap each other, the smells weren't too strong. It was a nice smell.

He was also the only one there, well who goes to a bakery at 4 pm? The sun was still out and shining, the golden lighting was beautiful hitting all the plants and art decorations in your shop.

"Be right with you!"

His heart jumped, your voice. Then all of a sudden, he felt nervous. Would you still remember him? How would you remember him? His palms started getting sweaty. Why was he nervous? Why is it getting hot? He should've just gone home.

The great Gojo Satoru- is sweating over your voice? Cursed spirits must envy you.

You came out from behind a curtain while dusting yourself clean, "hello, what can I get for you today?" You said, then looked up at him.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked with a sheepish smile.

Your brows furrowed at the statement and tilted your head to get a good look at his features. He didn't miss how your eyes gleamed back up at him. Hair as white as snow, sky blue eyes, shimmering pale skin, glossy lips- who was he again? He looks familiar.

Then suddenly it all clicked together and you snapped your fingers, "oh! You're that gloomy kid on the stairs," you said, he frowned. That's the impression he left on you?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said pouting and waved his hand off, slightly hurt at the word you used to described him.

You smiled and leaned forward, "how have you been?"

"I'm doing fine. Thanks for helping me that day," Gojo said, "I forgot your umbrella, so I'll bring it back next time."

Your eyes softened at the 'next time'.

He cleared his throat, "I should've offered to walk you home or something after you gave me your umbrella and desserts."

You waved him off, "no, no. It's quite alright," You said with a smile, "you don't need to worry about me."

"Well, I did feel better thanks to you and you walked home alone in the pouring rain," he said, then you laughed.

"I really don't mind! I like the rain."

Gojo noticed how you said 'I like the rain', and avoided saying: "I like being alone." Well, who is he kidding? Of course you wouldn't say that on a second encounter. But, still, who would like being alone?

He smiled and shook off his thoughts, "how can I make it up to you?"

"Well," you said then pointed at the menu, "you can start off with telling me what you would like."

He glanced up, "there's a lot of options."

"Yep! More variety, it's better like that."

He hummed, "let's see... I'll get..." and gazed at the menu more, his blue irises scanning over all the delicious dessert names, "one of everything."

Your mouth opened in shock, "really?"

"Yep, they all sound so good, I'd rather just try all of them at once," he said.

"Okay," you said putting in the order on the monitor, "then next time, you can tell me which one you like best with your honest feedback on every single one of those treats, okay?"

"I bet they're all good anyway."

You huffed, "you never know! You make something and eat it and think 'wow, this is really good!' But, then you give it to someone to try and they think, 'eh, it's alright.' Not everyone's taste buds are the same," you said.

He took out his black card and you turned away to ready the boxes to pack all the treats in. Gojo slightly pouted, he wanted to you to see his black card. Maybe if you did see it, you would shower him with praise, he could imagine it already.

"Wow! Is that a black card?!"

"That's so cool!"

"You must be rich!"

He wanted your attention and praise

Gojo tucked his card back into his wallet and shoved it down his pocket. The receipt began to print and you stood back up, it was going to take a while, "anyways, what have you been up to?" You asked.

He shrugged, "I just came back from a school trip overseas."

"Oh, that's cool!" You said, "I've never been anywhere outside of Japan." You looked over his shoulder outside, then looked back at him, "so... where's your class?"

"I went by myself," he said. Why was he being so honest? He could've just said, "they already went home" but no. He just spewed out the truth with you.

"The parents didn't want to sign the permission slips, huh?" You said with a giggle, grabbing the receipt.

He smiled, if only you knew.

If only you knew, who he really was, what he did for a living, how many people he has beaten to a pulp, how many people he has saved, what's really going on behind his life, all the dead bodies he's seen, all the curses he's defeated with his amazing technique, what his eye's really do, if only.. he could tell you.

Someday, he thinks, someday..

"You're order might take a little while, so I'll get it out to you as soon as I can!" You said, handing him the receipt.

"Nah, it's fine. Take your time," he said, not bothering to glance at it and shoved it in his pocket.

You then disappeared behind the curtain and he began to hear rummaging. He took the time to walk around, it wasn't big shop, but it also wasn't small. His eye's scanned over and observed all the art pieces, plants, and lights decorated in your bakery. The tables and chairs were smartly placed around the shop and well organized.

He didn't know how long he waited, but he heard you huff from behind the curtain and looked over. You were carrying two big bags out behind the curtain, "here you go, sir," you said, lifting them up to the counter.

"Thanks," he said, reaching over and lifted them up with ease, he carried both bags with one hand, while you panted for air. He couldn't help but smile at your tired form. You fixed your composure and stood back up, you took something out of your pocket and handed him a lollipop.

"Thank you! And, make sure you don't eat all of those at once!" You said, he raised a brow.

"Why not?"

"You'll get a stomach ache, silly! And maybe vomit," you said, shaking your head. He chuckled. "Refrigerate them overnight!"

"Shouldn't I just eat them all at once? I thought you said they're better fresh," he said, you blushed.

"This is different!"

"I know, just messing with you," he winked, making your heart skip a beat.

He's cute

Unwrapping the lollipop with one hand, he shoved it in his mouth and tossed it into the trash, then turned around, "see you next time."

You waved, "thanks for shopping here, bye!"

He turned back around suddenly making you stop. His eyes were warm and he had a small, soft smile on his face, "thank you for your umbrella."

You couldn't help but grin, "no problem! Until next time, mister!"

He waved goodbye with his back turned towards you and walked through the door. Your heart was still racing and your face flushed. Oh, you were already looking forward to your next encounter.

~ end

BONUS

Gojo glanced at the receipt while munching on a mochi he had gotten from your bakery. Then it hit him and he practically choked on the dessert. He sat up quickly to cough out.

Looking at the receipt once again, he wasn't hallucinating... you gave him everything... half off.

He couldn't help but smile and flop back down on his bed. You were going to be the death of him.

more to come

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Gege was asked, "since Gojo is aware of his good looks doesn't he want a lover?" and Gege responded with, "I don't see gojo being sincere to a particular woman"

it was translated as, "I don't see Gojo settling down with a particular women."

what he actually meant by that is- he doesn't see Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with a women.

but, I also 100% think Gojo would be a whore too yknow

so this is all about Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with you.

I promise that Gojo will turn back to his normal hyper self!

The thing is, I don't always see Gojo as a energetic chaotic person. He has moments where he's calm, he talks when he needs to/wants to, but he's also pretty hyper and funny when he wants to be

SO he's going to be pretty chill in my writing with energetic moments

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo x reader fluff #jjk satoru #satoru #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic

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thebestofoneshots · 9 months

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✩ Star also congrats!

personally: pretty open-minded but also stubborn and ngl hold grudges easily. lowkey a ppl pleaser but we don’t talk abt that. my friends say i’m a good friend but can also be distant when needed :) also infp personally type and libra moon and sun and sagittarius rising. i’m also like a extroverted introvert where i love being around friends and ppl who make me happy but also need alone time

appearance: 5’7 almost 5’8 with blondish brownish hair and hazel eyes- mid size? maybe smaller but i’m around 145-150 lbs and have body dysmorphia so lol

things abt me: love music (am a swiftie and love lana and phoebe bridgers), i love cats and harry potter(specifically marauders if u look at my account), i read a lot and hope to be a writer plus i love books. also love baking

my style is like downtown girl w slight indie/hippie vibes.

i def do have a preference (if u look at my account) but yeah i hope that was enough info and tysm <33

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with! Congrats Kat, you got 1/3 of the special drabbles.

Ink and Secrets

Prompt: A little of enemies to lovers, where you and Remus, two individuals with a history of conflicts, gradually build a mysterious bond through secret notes on books. Word count: 2.6 k Warnings: None, (a bit of enemies to lovers).

Hey love, I ship you with Moony!

The first thing Remus noticed when he met you was your hair; he thought it looked incredibly soft, and when you sat in front of him in Charms, he couldn't help but pull on it.

"Hey!" You complained, and he just gave you the most charming smile you'd ever seen in your life. So you frowned and turned back to pay attention to class.

Later, during your first week, you got paired with Peter in Potions, and you became close. He introduced you to James, Sirius, and, in the end, Remus. Peter wasn't very good at Potions, nor was James, and Sirius was great if he decided he wanted to pay attention to it, but most of the time he didn't. Therefore, the person Peter was always calling over to your table was Remus. It was always Remus. You were not particularly great at Potions either, but you studied extra hard so Peter would stop calling his damned friend. You did not like Remus butting into your business as much as he did. And you stared daggers at him whenever he came up to your table because of Peter's request. Peter was so oblivious to your quarrel with Remus that he even assumed you had a crush on his friend, so he called him over even more often.

"Stop calling him, will you?" You told him one day in the second year while you worked on a particularly complicated potion.

"But I thought you liked him?"

"Like him? Like hell I'd like Remus Lupin! He's an entitled little pushover, I don't wanna see him."

Peter was so impressed with your words that he was speechless; he genuinely thought you had a thing for each other. So eventually, he stopped calling him, and whenever either of you needed any help, you'd call Lily instead. Sooner or later, the famous Gryffindor group was created, and everyone was friends with each other, everyone except for you and Remus. You still kept your distance.

So much distance between the two, that in fourth year when you discovered there was a person who had borrowed the same books as you had at the library, you started to fall for them, completely oblivious to the fact that "Moony" was actually Remus. You started leaving little notes on the books you found, and he would answer them, always diverted to see your opinion. He decided not to tell you he was Moony because he was scared your little secret text exchanges would disappear. He'd even asked the boys to call him by his nickname when you were around.

When you finally discovered Moony was Remus, it was because of James.

"Hey Moons, you're coming to Kat's party, right?" You pulled your head from the book, wondering who James was talking to; Remus ignored James, trying to maintain his identity a secret, "Moons?" he insisted.

Remus finally threw a warning look at James. "Moons?" You asked, not having noticed, since your head was turned back to the boy in question.

"Yeah, short for Moony."

"You know Moony!?"

"Of course I know Moony, it's Remus!" He answered as a matter of fact. Remus banged his head over the table. You turned to him, feeling like you'd been played with, and stormed out of the common room with a frown.

"What's with her?" James asked, confused.

"You're an idiot mate," Remus responded, sighing and looking to the side.

You ran to the library and picked some of the books you and Moony Remus had exchanged notes in, and you cursed yourself for being so dumb. It was obvious it was him, his slightly sloppy handwriting, the way he drew his "a." Moony was Remus, and Remus was Moony, and you wanted to die for falling for his trick. You were too focused on your despair that you didn't realize when Remus entered the library. You only realized it was him when he pulled back a chair and sat down in front of you and all the books. "Hey!"

"You've come to gloat? You got me, I fell for your prank, congratulations!"

He sighed. "I wasn't trying to prank you."

"Yeah, and elephants fly."

"I'm serious, I... didn't tell you it was me because I thought you'd stop exchanging notes. You're not exactly my fan #1."

"Of course, I'm not Remus, but it's not like me either!"

"I do." He corrected.

"You don't! The first thing you did when you met me was pull on my hair!"

He looked at you in shock. "In... the first year?"

"Of course! You don't remember?" You asked, annoyance growing on you.

"I did it because I thought it was... pretty."

You stared directly into his eyes, trying to find an ounce of a joke; he seemed sincere, but then again, he also seemed sincere when he pretended he was someone else. "Don't ever toy with me again, Lupin!" You told him as you stood up and left the library. But once you were back in your room, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his pretty hair and his broad back and how beautiful he actually was. You cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. He's the enemy, you tried to remind yourself. But what if Remus is more like your Moony than he is the Remus you had made up in your head?

You had to get your head off of him, so you decided to go to the kitchens and asked the elves to lend you some space to bake something. They did, a small elf named Jayis had even offered to help you, and between the two of you, you ended up baking a cake, cookies, and even a pie. When you were done, you were even more pissed because you had only managed to make yourself think even more of Remus Lupin. You packed the things you had baked in a box and walked out of the kitchens, quickly realizing it had gone dark. You'd lost track of time.

You tried to maintain yourself in the shadows and hid behind a statue when you heard some steps from behind, but Remus found you.

"Hey luv!" He said with a soft smile.

"Remus." you acknowledged.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you said before turning around and attempting to continue walking. He grabbed onto your arm. And you accidentally dropped the packet of food you carried. You quickly leaned down to pick up the stuff you'd dropped, he did the same, your hands brushing against the other as the two reached for a cookie. You turned to him, with a frown. "What are you playing at, Remus?"

"I'm not playing." He affirmed, tightening his hand around yours, "I like you." You stared at him, trying to decide if it was some sort of trap. "I'm still the same Moony you've been talking to through books. You just hadn't seen that side of me because you never gave me the chance. I had no clue you were still hung up about me pulling your hair."

"Well, that was a rude thing to do!"

He ignored your comment and continued "When I figured we were reading the same books, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you directly; it was easier to talk to you through the books. And you were more than happy to respond to Moony, I…"

"Didn't want it to disappear," you finished, your own feelings perfectly resonating with his feelings. He nodded, and you chuckled lightly. You couldn't believe you'd fallen for Remus Lupin of all people. "At least Moony's handsome; I was scared you'd be someone like Severus."

Remus laughed, but once he caught up with the meaning of your words, he turned to you, asking, "Did you just call me handsome?"

"Please tell me you're not going to be insufferable about it."

He smiled cheekily. "If you kiss me, I'll forget about it." You gasped at his forwardness, and he leaned closer to you. "So?"

You laughed and shook your head, picking up some of the things you'd dropped and placing a quick kiss on his cheek before standing up and running towards the common room. His smile widened as he saw you run, and he stood up, running behind you, a bright smile plastered on his face.

A/N: I hope you liked this little Drabble (came out a lot longer than I had planned, clearly I don't have any sense of self restraint).

Much love, Lilly xx

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shoezuki · 22 days

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Drunk Gep anon back at it again. How bout I call myself Whiskey🥃?

Fully agree. Dude didn't make it to Captain of the guard with little noodle arms and a weak stomach. I'dimagine Sampo'sbeen slung over his shoulder more than once lmfao. He's defo been shoving bite-sized anything in his gob since he could crawl.

Also love earnest Gep!!! Gepard being all soft and inquiring. Bet Sampo isn't used to havin someone so genuinely interested/knowing of him but so gentle about it, with no ulterior motive. He's got Natasha but she's more the loving yet serious sister who damn near KOs him with the first aid kit when he tries to sneak out whilst injured. Now you've got my head spinnin with ideas!!

May we also consider:

Sampo fucks up. Geppie started gettin soft, not quite drunk but enough to loosen him into sayin things that make Sampo's heart warm and hands fidget, and he just stopped keeping track of his drinks.

He's on cloud 9. Maybe? He's not exactly ecstatic but he's havin a pretty grand time. Maybe cloud 7? He doesn't remember when they left the bar but they've been wandering about for so long it's gotten dark and his mind's too foggy to recognise where they are.

He's also too loose lipped, knows he's being too honest, that his attempts to play off his words as jokes is too long winded and fake but he also can't quite remember what he's said???

Gepard is havin a grand time. He's pretty out of it but can at least walk this time. Happy to trail after Sampo, ask questions about obscure places they pass in the Underworld and about the people, before working up to talk about Sampo himself. How he's a pain in the ass but he admires his work ethic yada yada. He's unfamiliar with the area so he's hoping Sampo knows where they're going. He doesn't.

Neither of em make it home. Not even into a building. Sampo wakes up in the geomarrow equivalent of a tree, doesn't fall purely because he's damn near tied to the thing. There's more half empty bottles on the floor and Gepard has absolutely no clue where his jacket is and Sampo does not own a cane that embezzled, where did he get that?

There's an attempted 'arrest' of course. Gep may be off duty but he's nothing if not devoted to his role. They don't make it far and Bronya/Seele find them half curled up on the floor, holding their heads up against the cold brick XD.

The previous night's open-hearted discussion is blurred but not forgotten.

~ 🥃

GBFJDV GODDDDDD ANON UR SOF RCEYEKE. GOD. FICK SHIT...

Sampo stumbling into gepard at a bar nursing a drink, not tipsy but still loose enough to tell sampo to leave rather than tryna arrest him right away. Sampo obviously staying cuz this is a Great Opportunity no way hes letting this chance to break down geps walls slip thru his fingers.

And just. Sampo wanting to get gepard to open up to him and break down his barriers. Totally to get info out of him of course its not like hes infatuated with the man and wants to know him underneath his position as captain.

Sampo doesnt realize hes getting drunk too, opening up himself. Doesnt realize hes actually having fun w gepard and enjoying talking with him. Doesnt realize hes actually answering gepards questions, telling both personal things about himself and small inconsequential things that arent important but gepard acts like they are.

Gepards genuine So SO genuine and earnest. All kinds of 'youre a hard worker you do help the underworld a lot even if you pretend you dont' and 'i know some of those tips about illegal operations were from you sampo thank you' and 'i admire how focused and strong you are. If only youd put the criminal stuff behind you' and sampo isnt sure if its the liquor or gepard hes drunk off of.

And it ending with gepard having the fucking worst hangover of his life, sampo tied to a large stalagmite passed out and snoring. Gepard like 'god my head hurts. That was the best night of my life. Time to arrest him i guess' and seele being the one to find em bickering halfheartedly while gepard keeps trying to get handcuffs on sampo

#🥃#anon #GOD. FUCK . .DVDHDVDVDNDV #alcohol mention #i am in love w u now anon. hold ny hand

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [4]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future 🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive 🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader 💌 Word Count: 1.5 k ⚠️ Warnings: ❌

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Hongjoong was nervously pacing around the art gallery, waiting for the event to begin. He was re-reading his own speech over and over again, as if he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to memorize it all, even though it was written by him. He was holding the piece of paper so tightly that it began looking a little crumpled which reminded Hongjoong to soften his grip.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around quickly.

"Are you okay, Joong?" San asked.

"You startled me," Hongjoong said, sounding as if he was almost out of breath.

"Don't be nervous. You're gonna do just fine! Your photos are literally breathtaking," San reassured him with a smile. "Still, you're the one who is out of breath."

Hongjoong just sighed and nervously fixed the collar of his shirt.

"Wooyoung and Mingi are on their way. Please remember to breathe," San reminded his older friend, patting his shoulder, and left the young photographer alone.

Not too long after people started coming to the art gallery and soon the place became quite noisy. It was time for Hongjoong to get over his fear of public speaking and begin with his welcome speech. He got to the podium, trying to avoid looking other people in the eye but his own eyes were searching for Mrs. Seo, the woman who was his mentor and who made this art exhibition possible by investing both time and money in him and his art. She warned him that she was going to be late which made Hongjoong even more nervous, but he was still hoping to see her soon so that his mind can be put at ease. Instead, his eyes found his friends - San, Wooyoung and Mingi were all there, smiling and waving at him, even making finger hearts, which made Hongjoong crack a smile. Even though they were bantering a lot when they were together, it was at moments like these that he realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life. That also gave him an unexpected amount of energy and confidence.

"Hello, my name is Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you all," he started talking shakily. When he finished his sentence, he took a deep breath, which calmed him down a little, and continued with his speech. "I've been taking photos of everything I found beautiful since I was a kid. It has always been helping me express my emotions properly and convey them into art. It’s so amazing to be able to capture the world’s beauty, because there are so many things that deserve to be appreciated. And not only places, I’m talking about people too, but I still haven’t found a model who fascinates me, so I’m currently only taking photos of places.”

He fixed his gaze on the people in the hall to make sure they were still listening to him and when he made sure he had their full attention, he continued with his speech.

“Anyways, I'm so happy to be with you all right now. I want to thank you for being here and supporting me… Your motivation is so inspiring to me and I promise I’m going to do everything I can to show you even better photos in the future. I’d like to thank to everyone who is here tonight, as well as my great friends and my family. Last, but not least, I’d like to thank the amazing woman who made this exhibition possible, even though she’s not here yet: and this is Mrs. Seo, my amazing mentor. I hope you enjoy today’s exhibition."

Then he added a couple more conclusive sentences and the room suddenly erupted into cheers and applause. Hongjoong's heart was beating fast because of the adrenaline of having publicly spoken in front of so many people. He was truly proud of himself.

When he got off the podium, he went to his friends.

"You were great out there!" San exclaimed. "We have the coolest friend in the world."

“I second that. However, how could you say you had no good model to take photos of? Don’t you remember how many times I offered to be your model and let you take photos of me? I can pull of every vibe you want me to and let you take your most aesthetic photos ever.

“If Joong lets you become his model, no people are gonna come to his next exhibition because no one would want to see your face,” Wooyoung said mockingly as he looked at Mingi.

Mingi only scoffed in response.

“You’re not that handsome either.” Mingi retorted.

“You can’t appreciate my beauty. And the only reason I’m not letting Hongjoong take photos of me is that he won’t be able to afford taking even one photo of me. You know, this face is not for free,” Wooyoung pointed at his face cockily, as all of his friends seemed more than a little skeptical about his claims.

Then Hongjoong saw Mrs. Seo and his eyes lit up.

"Ah, I’m so tired of your endless bickering. See you later, idiots," Hongjoong said and went to the older woman.

"Hongjoong! Sorry for being so late. I had to drive my daughter to her piano lesson," Mrs. Seo apologized as she hugged Hongjoong.

When they moved away, Hongjoong spoke.

"You don't have to worry," the photographer reassured her with a soft smile.

"I'm sure you did great, didn't you?"

"The feeling was amazing, but I need a drink," Hongjoong laughed.

"Go get it then," Mrs. Seo answered in the same light-hearted way.

Hongjoong went to the table with snacks and drinks and got himself a glass of champagne which he chugged at once. When he felt another presence next to him, he turned to look at the person.

"What is Seo Daeun doing here?" San asked, trying to avoid being seen by the older woman.

"She is my mentor, the one I told you about. She made this photo exhibition possible," Hongjoong explained patiently. "Why? How do you know her?"

San opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as soon as he saw Mrs. Seo in front of him.

"San! I can't believe I see you here. You've grown up so much! You're really becoming more and more handsome."

Hongjoong seemed really confused.

"Uh, yeah, hello, Mrs. Seo," San bowed slightly, showing his respect.

"You're as respectful as always! Good manners and good looks, Jina really missed her best chance."

Hongjoong listened to them talk, trying to understand what they were talking about, before he realized he should probably leave them alone.

"Should I go somewhere else so you two can talk?" Hongjoong asked, trying to be mindful.

"Please don't," San whispered, grabbing his wrist.

Mrs. Seo looked at the interaction with confusion.

"Actually my boyfriend and I would like some time alone."

"Boyfriend?!" Hongjoong and Mrs. Seo spoke at the same time.

"Yes, babe. Didn't you know you were my boyfriend?" San laughed nervously, nudging his older friend playfully.

He finally realized San didn't want to talk to Mrs. Seo at all and actually wanted to avoid her, but he couldn’t express it properly since he was too good mannered, and maybe that was the reason why he said something so ridiculous. So Hongjoong quickly got into his role as he wrapped his arm around San’s broad shoulder.

"Sorry, darling. I'm still a little excited because of the exhibition and I can’t fully grasp what’s happening around me."

San sighed with relief.

"It's okay. So, will you show me around?" San asked with a flirtatious tone, running his fingers along Hongjoong’s arm, wanting nothing more than to run away from Mrs. Seo.

"It would be a pleasure for me," Hongjoong continued playing along, holding San’s body even closer to his.

"It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Seo. Tell Jina I said hi," San bowed again, then took Hongjoong's hand and led him to the entrance of the art gallery. When they stopped walking and they were far enough, San took a deep breath.

"Ah, finally, that was intense."

Hongjoong just raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for some sort of explanation, but when he realized San wasn't going to give him one, he decided to break the silcence himself.

"What was this madness all about? And who is Jina?"

"Jina is my ex-girlfriend and Mrs. Seo is her mother," San explained. "I didn't expect to meet her here. Sorry if I made you look bad in front of her."

"It's okay, San. But don't use me as your fake boyfriend ever again," Hongjoong laughed.

"I can't promise anything, babe," San winked at his older friend, receiving a sharp smack on his shoulder, then he burst out laughing. "I’m gonna get some drinks. Thanks for helping me out, Joong.”

When San made sure Mrs. Seo wasn't near the table with snacks and drinks, he made his way there, pouring himself a glass of champagne, then another one, until he lost count.

╔═══════════ SUMMARY ═══════════╗

San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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enchanted-keys · 2 months

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You've probably answered this lots before, but: do you have a fairly clear hierarchy of favourites among the Royal Ballet principals? And your favourite role or two for each? :-) Also: of the recent retirees, who would you most like to see guesting?

Also a) thank you so much for obtaining the info that it'll be Nela and Ball for that "Winter's Tale" stream! Partner and I have got our tickets booked to see it at the Cineworld in Aberdeen. <3 It's the ballet that got me properly back into ballet, when I watched it during lockdown, and just: yay. :-)

And b) your blog has just been so lovely and helpful in growing my ballet knowledge! And your gifs are superb, and your Matthew Ball love is validating. :D

Also also: do you have any favourites among the Scottish Ballet dancers? I was lucky enough to see "Cinders" on tour, and I was so impressed with both Bruno Micchiardi (as Cinders) and Jessica Fyfe (as Princess Louise), but I am no expert.

I think someone asked me for a ranking of all the principals some time ago, but I can't even find the post anymore; I don't mind one bit answering this again! <3

If I have to talk strictly about my faves, it goes like this:

Nunez (eheh!): if have to narrow down her most iconic roles I have to give you at least three (please bear with me, I'm doing my best), which are O/O, Kitri and Aurora.

Takada: Titania and O/O. I'm just so very sorry that she's been more injured than not lately. I miss her.

Hayward: Juliet and any Ashton role I can think of (rhapsody, enigma variations, those bits of Titania we got, etc.). I also think she makes one of the best Claras out there.

Kaneko: O/O (saw her live in the BS pdd and the White Adagio with Vadim and it was life changing, bye). Also her Gypsy girl in the two pigeons is iconic. Special mention for her Aurora.

Lamb: Manon. Signature role. Was born to play it. I also really love her Mary Vetsera and her Aurora.

I'm a bit uncertain if I should include Anna Rose or not...sometimes I really love her, but overall I'd like her to be more consistent. But I'll say she was born to play Juliet.

Muntagirov: he's more versatile than people give him credit for, and really has the whole package, but I'd say his best roles are Siegfried and De Grieux.

Ball: he's such an outstanding actor that it's hard to choose, but I'm going with Romeo and Albrecht.

Bracewell: another wonderful Romeo right here, and I was blown away by his Hamlet in the Ashton insights.

Mcrae: Oberon and Rudolph for sure.

Sambè: sorry to repeat myself but we have another great Romeo right here. From what I've seen he makes also a great Colas.

As for retirees, the one that I really wish was still performing is Roberta Marquez, though maybe she isn't exactly a recent one. Out of the most recent ones I only miss Federico Bonelli because he always brought something special to his performances, although I have to say that the struggles and limitations that come with age were very visible in the last couple of years (his Siegfried variation in the SL cinema relay with Takada comes to mind).

As for the winter's tale I'm really happy to see someone who appreciates it as much as I do! I think it's a truly lovely ballet, one of the few modern classics that really stuck with me. You're very welcome for the info and I hope you'll have a great time at the theatre...unfortunately I found out that it won't be streamed in my country, so I'm going to miss out on it 😤

Thanks for all your lovely compliments they're more appreciated than I can say! 😭🩵🙏

Scottish Ballet is one of those companies that I wish had more footage available, because bits I do get to see are really impressive. I'm kind of familiar with Constance Devernay, Bethany kingsley-garner and Andrew Peasgood because I've seen them in the recordings of The Fairy's Kiss and The Snow Queen, and I seriously enjoyed those performances!

I wish there was a full recording of Cinders because both the trailer and the rehearsal look amazing! Jessica Fyfe is a really delicate and expressive dancer from the clips I've seen of her, and both her and Micchiardi impressed me in the rehearsal poste on YT, cause the intentions and mannerisms in their dancing were so clear: I immediately caught up on the reversal of Cinders gender and that she was the princess even though I hadn't read about the novelty introduced by this production beforehand, but everything was immediately clear thanks to their attention to detail.

The little I've seen from this company makes me wish for more!

#asks #ballet

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colderdrafts · 1 year

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16: A new friend

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Previous Next

Evening comes, and you head to a small park in the center of town, where Marcus is supposedly waiting for you. Amren and Elise are with you, but they momentarily stop to break off before you enter the park, going in an opposite direction.

"We'll be close by," Elise assures you, giving you a light pat on the shoulder. "Yell and we'll come running."

You nod at her in thanks.

Amren gives you a stern look. "Careful, Tiny."

You gently punch his shoulder, which doesn't move him an inch. "Will do."

You venture deeper into the park. A few people are up and about here, and it feels a little strange to be out in the open again, after hunkering down at Elise's the last couple of days. Exposed. You're definitely taking a huge risk meeting with this guy, but you can't hide forever.

In the middle of the park sits the lake, though the city has recently invested in a small fountain in the middle of it. Water springs around it, making a pleasant noise in the cool evening air. On a bench nearby, sitting by himself, you see a hunched person in jeans and a sweater, wearing a blue scarf. When you step closer, you notice his skin is a translucent teal. He's a slime.

"Marcus?" you call out.

The person looks up, a confused expression molded on his goopy face. It's his name, but the wrong person calling it. He tenses up when you step closer, and rises to his feet.

"Who's asking?" he grunts.

You put your palms out in a placating gesture. "I'm a friend of Irwin's - could we talk for a moment? I need your help."

His face shifts to convey suspicion, and he steps a bit closer. You have to steel you nerves to not take a step back when he towers over you. "Where is he?"

You look up at him. "That's just the thing. I don't know. I was hoping you might."

"So the text - "

"Was from me. I found his phone. I'm sorry to have tricked you."

Marcus seem to shrink a little as he takes in your words, like he has been puffing himself up to look bigger like a cat. He settles for a form only a couple of inches taller than you.

"He's gone?" his voice sounds concerned now, though he still looks suspiciously at you. "How do you know all this? How do you know Irwin?"

You tell him you've been coworkers and friends for a long time, and introduce yourself. He perks up at the sound of your name.

"Oh. You," he says. "He talks about you a lot." Marcus seem reluctant all of a sudden, but motions for you to sit.

You sit next to him on the bench, looking at the fountain.

"So - what happened?" Marcus asks, wringing his gelatinous hands.

You tell him the story of what happened at the lodge, but refrain from mentioning Mira, Amren or your own experiences. Only that you were split up for the race, boarbeasts appeared and then he was taken.

Marcus listens carefully, and just nods when you're finished. He seems awfully composed for someone who just got info of a kidnapping dropped on him.

"You don't seem - surprised?" you try, and Marcus winces.

"No it's just - it's a lot to take in. How do I even respond to that?"

You decide not to pry in it for now. You'll have to butter him up.

"How do you know Irwin? If you don't mind me asking."

Marcus avoids your eye. "We're.. dating, I guess. Sort of. Have been for a while."

You raise your eyebrows at this. "How come he never told me about you? He's not exactly the type to keep secrets."

Marcus cracks a small smile. "No, no he isn't. But he kept this one for my sake. My family wouldn't approve of.. you know, a hum. No offense."

"None taken."

"I needed some time to figure stuff out if I want it to work. I can't believe he got snatched," Marcus eyes widen, like he just now realized what that means. He looks at you. "Is he.. ?"

"He's alive," you reassure him instinctively.

"How do you know?"

Oops. Should you tell him that? You probably should keep your call with Mira under wraps. What do you do?

You make a show out of looking away, and then looking back with a serious face. "Do you want to help me find him?" you ask him instead.

Marcus courtly nods.

"Then I need to know what you know as well. This is all new, but - Irwin hasn't told you anything? Seeing someone strange?"

Marcus frowns at you. "Why would he tell me? You're his best friend, shouldn't you know better?" he counters.

He's got a point, but it doesn't help. "Well he didn't tell me about you, even though you have your reasons for not letting him. But it was like w-he was targeted. Singled out. And I'm trying to figure out why. If we can figure out what he was taken for it may give us an edge in figuring out where to."

Marcus shifts uncomfortably. He's not meeting your eye again, and something tells you he's not letting everything on.

"Marcus. Do you know something about this?" you ask directly.

Marcus stands up. "For your own sake, stay out this. Go home," he grunts, and goes to walk off.

You get up quickly to follow him, but almost collide with his back as he stops abruptly.

You look over to see Elise glaring him down, arms crossed, an obstacle not to be trifled with. You sense a familiar sound from behind you of Amren coming to a rest next to you.

"Answer their question," Amren growls.

Finding himself surrounded, you note Marcus body swells a bit in size as he once again puffs himself up. He steels you with a glare, but doesn't dare make a move.

"You brought some friends?" he deadpans.

"I didn't know what to expect here," you reply dryly.

Marcus sighs in annoyance. His face becomes neutral as he speaks. "Fine. I don't do that shit, I would never, you have to believe me. But trust me - they're fucking everywhere. Anyone can get taken."

"How do you know this?" Elise demands. "What's you involvement?"

"Look, I don't interact with these folks, I just pass on info,” he placates, clearly on the fence, but otherwise truthful enough. “In certain circles you hums are just worth more, I guess. I have no idea why."

Anger flutters under your skin.

"Hey, I never wanted anything to happen to him either!" Marcus says, noting your clenched fists and glare.

"But something did happen, didn't it?" you snarl. "And we got your info-passing to thank for that?"

"I didn't do shit!" Marcus protests, but clamps down when Elise's meaty hand grabs the scruff of his neck, and effortlessly lifts him off the ground. The slime on his neck molds and shifts, trying to slink out of her grip, but she's got the back of his sweater, trapping him in place.

"You're gonna tell us exactly how that all went down, and you're not gonna leave out a single detail. Behave and I'll let you leave here without boiling you alive," she snarls.

Marcus' gelatinous body shudders. "Fine! Fine, geez, put me down!"

Elise lets him drop to the floor with a squelch.

He gathers himself and brushes off his shirt. "Look, I met up with Irwin a few weeks ago - and he told me about the conference you two were going on. Some contacts saw us talking, was curious about our relationship - had to reassure them Irwin's - yaknow, outside our circles. He just told me about a company trip he was going on is all. I was trying to protect him."

Marcus looks to the ground, almost shamefully. "A group of people, including hums, isolated on the mountain range with poor cell reception? Word must have gotten around."

You set you jaw to keep from lashing out. This guy - he's the reason Mira infiltrated the lodge in the first place?

You look up when Elise growls something under her breath, huffing with fury. Marcus seem to notice too, and swells a bit up. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

Elise goes to grab at him again, but to your surprise, Amren quickly dips past you and stops her, catching her arm. Elise glares at him with a growl, but Amren remains nonplussed and gestures vaguely around the small group. You find a few alarmed strangers looking in your direction at the display.

No need to make an even bigger scene.

Marcus takes advantage of the opening, lowers his body and slips to the side to gain some distance. He turns towards you. "Look, I do care about Irwin. And I want him safe too. But here's not a good place to talk about this."

You're still pissed, and you let as much show when you put your hand out in a demanding gesture. "Hand me your phone and I'll put in my number. If you really care about Irwin, you keep an ear to the ground and if your hear anything, you tell me," you state firmly. "In turn, I'll let you know of anything that comes up."

Marcus pauses, before conceding and hands you his phone. It's covered in a protective waterproof layer, and you note under the cover in a corner is a small multicolored sticker of a smiling frog.

"I'm only doing this because I care about Irwin,” he grunts. “You better keep your promise and keep me in the loop too."

You nod, and send yourself a text message so you have his number as well.

To avoid more prying eyes, the four of you start to walk off the scene towards the entrance of the park.

"I'm meeting Irwin's captor this Sunday," you tell Marcus, and he spins around to face you, his body shifting rapidly to accommodate the sudden movement.

"WHAT?"

"She wants to 'figure this out'. Whatever that means."

"You know this is a huge trap, right? There's no way you're leaving that meet well," Marcus wrangles his fingers. "Tell me you at least have some sort of a plan?"

You avoid his eyes. You hadn't actually thought that far ahead yet. Sunday's still two days away, but steadily climbing closer. "I'm figuring it out."

"You better," Marcus says. "You don't wanna fuck with these people, and you don't want to set anything off. Also, don't trust that crap they're spewing on the radio, cops are corrupted to hell and back. You gotta be careful with what you tell them. Don't let them know about the people you care about."

He says the last part with a sort of concealed desperation, and you have an inkling to how he got involved with their ‘circles’ in the first place.

"You lost someone else to them, didn't you?" you ask.

He ignores the question, turns away and goes to walk off. "Be careful, and keep me informed. I'll text you if anything comes up."

Now what?

You're sitting back at Elise's place, staring at the message you sent from Marcus' phone to yourself, as if looking hard enough will magically make it give you all the answers.

Meeting with the slime wasn't too enlightening, and you haven't gotten closer to figure out where Irwin is kept. If Mira is someone who gathers people in your area, then they could be located anywhere.

What's more, you can't even go to authorities with what you've learned, if what Marcus said about corruption running high is true, basically confirming your previous suspicions of Officer Rolan.

It's increasingly frustrating that your biggest hope for answers is actually meeting with Mira again this Sunday, as she told you.

And pray that you'll leave there again.

"It's a terrible idea," Elise sighs once you've sat down at the kitchen table again. She rubs her forehead. "But we didn't exactly get smarter today."

Amren leans in. "Going directly to the person who's behind all this? It's foolish to believe she'll voluntarily tell us anything of use."

"Maybe," you agree, "but maybe I can come to some sort of agreement with her? She has Irwin, but has made it very clear she wants me. If she thinks I'm being agreeable, maybe something will slip?"

Amren narrows his eyes. "No. You don't know what you're walking into. That 'something might slip' is not worth risking yourself over."

You sigh in frustration. "We know for a fact authorities aren't of any help, and we don't know who else to turn to. If I don't risk something, who will? I'm not leaving him behind."

You glare at each other for a few seconds.

Amren flicks his tongue and huffs, but eventually he relents. "Infuriatingly stubborn as always. Fine. What are you thinking?"

You ponder over it. "I'll talk to her. Get her to answer some questions. She offered we'd 'figure it out' right? I don't think she want's to use force - I think she wants to convince me."

"Don't let her," Amren grumbles.

You cog an eyebrow at him. "I'm not stupid, Amren. Give me more credit than that."

"I know you're not," he sighs, and gives you a sort of resigned look. "You're just very audacious, and it is rather worrisome."

You chuckle, turning to Elise. "Far as we know, they don't know I'm staying with you for the time being. We should probably keep it that way?"

Elise nods. "Definitely. She has seen you two together, but we can hope she doesn't know about big ol' me. I'm thinking she most definitely went to your place to check out if you were there, so she probably knows you're laying low somewhere else."

"Probably," you say, trying not to think too hard at the prospect of someone having been in your home.

"I still don't like this, for the record. But when you meet her, what are you planning on doing?" Amren asks.

"Well, Mira said to avoid the authorities, but she said nothing of coming alone," you say, looking up at him. "I know it's asking a lot, but I was hoping you'd join me when I meet her as a precaution."

He looks momentarily surprised at your request, but he quickly steels it and gives you a nod. "Alright."

"Good idea," Elise chimes in. "No one likes talking to this guy for too long, you'll be out of there in a jiffy." Amren hisses at her and she snickers. "I'll make sure to be nearby as well. That might be an advantage if things were to.. escalate."

"They wont," Amren says firmly, before looking to you. "I'll let you do the talking. I'll just be there to make sure she doesn't try anything."

"I guess that's settled, then," you say, and let out a breath.

You really don't want to do this again. You still have fleeting nightmares of Mira's jaws tearing off your face.

You discomfort must have shown, as Elise sportively pats your shoulder. "You know, you should consider joining security after all this. You've got the nerves for it."

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