#also thank you so much for tagging me ... i know i take 200 years to do memes but i love them u_u
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hiii! first of all, congratulations for 200 followers! im so proud heheee! and second, i just read your nanami's fic (patching up wounds) AND IT'S SO GOOD 😭😭🤍🤍 WE LOVE FLUFFY FLUFF NANAMI
and third! i wanna make a request hehee
15+28 with a make up prompt with nanami 🤍
"Is it someone else?" + "Do you trust me?" / "Always" + Make up x Nanami Kento
Words: 4.3k words
Warnings: Angst, mentions of infidelity, arguments, some angst? Some suggestive themes, but nothing downright explicit, I would say? I'm so bad at tagging omg if I missed anything!
A/N: Hey everyone! Here's another one of the entries for my 200 Follower Event!!! I missed writing for my man Nanami sm, I love this man so bad... <3<3<3
Anyway, I would ALSO like to say that my Event is now CLOSED!!!! I'll of course finish the requests I have in my inbox, but regarding this event in particular, I won't be taking any more! I feel like if they keep on coming, I'm going to panic and not be able to finish any of them.
Thank you for everyone that participated and sent in their great ideas; they're all genius and I am having a blast writing them. Thank you so much!
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little piece!!!
You'd long stopped waiting for Nanami to come home
Asking him to please come at a more decent hour, and letting you know whether he was going to make it to dinner or not proved to be useless, as he often did not check his phone, and even when he did, he'd give you one-worded replies that did nothing to soothe your nerves. You loved your husband; knew him inside out and loved everything about it. But sometimes, these little quirks managed to annoy you.
Were you being selfish? All you wanted was for your husband to come home to you, have some dinner, ask how your day was, maybe make love to you once or twice. But as days turned into weeks, it seemed like none of those were a possibility.
Dinnertime together became "Sorry. Won't be able to make it in time. Don't wait for me." texts, casual conversations about your jobs became "I had an exhausting day. Can we not talk about it?", asking your husband for a bit of affection became "I'm really tired. Some other day." It was starting to become unbearable.
You knew Nanami to be a hard worker. He was a very thorough man, efficient and determined, and he always gave 101% of himself in whatever he did. But lately, it seemed that he was lacking in terms of your own life. It hurt to eat by yourself, it hurt to read or watch TV on an empty couch, it hurt to go to sleep in cold sheets.
You'd tried to talk to him once, ask what was happening. Not only did he brush it off as him simply being busy, but he also failed to provide you with information as what to what kept him busy. He was never a man of many words. You knew this. But it was one thing for him to be quiet and reserved. It was another to simply refuse to tell you certain information about what he did for a living.
All he'd told you was that he worked at a high school, as a teacher. Taught something about finance. On one hand it made sense. All the books and certificates inside his study were clearly not for show, and he'd always been extremely intelligent. But on the other hand, it was weird. Nanami never expressed much interest in teaching. Hell, you didn't even know he had the qualifications for teaching. But apparently, he did, and that's what he wanted to do from now on.
He'd told you it was a high paying job. He wouldn't be as miserable as he was as a salaryman, and you two would be able to take that lovely vacation in Malaysia, the one you'd been envisioning for years now. But how did a high-school teacher earn so much? And why did he have to spend so much time at his school?
The sound of the door broke you out of your thoughts, and you looked behind you from your place in the couch. Your husband walked home, hair slightly dishevelled and jacket hung on his arm.
"I'm home," he said softly, before taking off his shoes and hanging his coat.
"Hey," Your feet instantly carried you from the couch to him, as if second nature. Your feet would carry you anywhere Nanami Kento was, that is how deep your love for him run. Because where was home, if not by his side?
"I stopped by the bakery on my way home," he mumbled, placing a white paper bag on top of the couch. "Brought you those croissants you like."
There he was, your sweet husband, remembering you even when you worried and worried. Here you were, chewing the inside of your cheek out of sheer preoccupation, and he was out there buying you croissants. You felt a little bit guilty.
"Thank you," you smiled, returning to his side, and continuing to speak, "How was work?" It was when he flexed visibly in front of you when you moved to undo the knot of his tie that you had realised, you'd asked the wrong question.
"Tiring. I don't want to talk about it," he answered, moving past you towards the kitchen.
The guilt you'd briefly felt earlier washed away, if only a little bit.
Dinner was uneventful, as usual. It was nice having his company, but it was almost as if it didn't even make any difference. He was quiet, more so than usual. You tried getting a few conversations going, talking about your day, gossiping about your coworkers, but only received one-syllabic words, or soft hums of acknowledgement. You tried to get him to talk about his work, but he wouldn't budge. You asked about his students, and he shut you down. It seemed as if there was a barrier coming up between you and your husband, and you didn't like it one bit.
He offered to do the dishes for you while you decided to go take a quick shower, and when you came back, you found him sitting on top of your bed, quietly reading a book.
"Aren't you heading to bed?" you asked.
"I came home late enough the other days. I'd like to enjoy a book for a while before I go to sleep. Is that so wrong?" There was a slight harshness to his voice that you didn't like, and you became defensive.
"I'm sorry – it's just, you've been so tired every other day, I thought you'd maybe like to get some actual sleep."
Nanami must've realised the tone he'd taken with you and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I appreciate your concern, honey, I really do. But I'd like to relax for a bit. I promise to get enough sleep."
You nodded and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV in front of you to zap through a few channels. When you couldn't find anything that amused you, you picked up your phone and scrolled through social media, internally sighing at the photos of your friends and their respective partners on their own private vacations. It reminded you of Malaysia, and it made you frown just a bit. You had half a mind to ask your husband, but there was no way you wanted him to think you were annoying, so just kept quiet.
After a while, he put down his book and walked towards the bathroom to get ready for bed. You would've done the same, but he closed the door behind you, causing you to wait for him. When you were able to brush your teeth and go through your whole skin care routine, you returned to bed.
Nanami was already lying down, facing away from you.
It hurt. A lot. You used to sleep pressed close against each other. He would hug you close to him, and you'd fall asleep to the beating of his heart. It nearly made you cry, until you realised you were made of tougher things, and would do your best not to let it get to you.
You laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and looked at your husband's back, admiring the broad planes of his shoulders and the pale skin you so adored to touch and kiss. It had been a while since you'd done both.
You don't know what made you do this. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe you just missed your husband too much and seeing him like this before you awakened memories in you that had your cheeks heat up and your thighs clench instinctively. But something made you press against Nanami's back and snake your arms around his chest.
He all but whispered your name, and you couldn't tell if in exasperation, or desire.
"I miss you so much," you mumbled, pulling your body up to sit beside him, and leaning down to press kisses against his neck and jaw. You felt him tense, and something inside you churned. Why was he tensing before you? Before your touch? He was your husband. Were you so unfamiliar that he would flinch away from you?
"I'm tired," he sighed, rolling so his body would stay even more out of reach.
"We don't have to do much;" you mumbled, scooting closer to him. Your hands carded through his hair. "I just miss you. Miss your touch, miss your body," each word was punctuated with a kiss on his jaw, and you heard Nanami sight. "Please, Kento. Don't you miss me?"
Why you kept going, you had no idea. He had arrived home extremely tired and had not given you any signal that he wanted this. In fact, the only thing he'd demonstrated was wanting distance, peace, and quiet.
But still, you kept going, kissing his soft skin, and playing with his golden hair.
"I have to get up early in the morning," he said, but you could tell his voice was breathy, husky. You gloated internally, happy over the fact you still had this effect over him.
"We can be quick. Can't we?" He could. You could. Nanami liked to take his time with you – and lord knew how much you liked it when he did. But you also knew he was efficient. You'd been pressed against several walls inside bathrooms or broom closets, mouth against the column of his neck to stifle your broken moans to know it. "Please? You know I'll make you feel good."
Nanami remained quiet for a few seconds, and for a while you thought he might say yes. Then, he promptly moved away from you, his voice cold as ice.
"I'm tired. I need to get up early tomorrow, I don't have the time for this."
"But Kento – "
"Can't you listen to a word I say? You've been going against my wishes all night." This time, he turned to face you, a hint of cruelty in his eyes, something that made you tear up immediately. "All I want is to get some rest. I can't do that with you all over me."
You said nothing, staring at the man before you. Is this how he felt? That you were all over him? That you'd been going against all his wishes? It's not your fault you wanted to talk to your husband, to be worthy of some of his time.
"I just wanted to spend some time with you," you replied, brows furrowing in confusion. "What's so wrong with that?"
"I've told you before, I'm tired. I got home late today; all I want to do is just get some sleep – "
"You're always getting home late now!" You raised your voice, sitting up completely and crossing your arms over your chest. "And you're always tired. What am I supposed to do?"
"Not disturb me, when I'm working so hard for us."
"At a high school? I love you, Kento, and I love how dedicated you are to your work, but what's a high school got that makes you get home at nearly 11PM?"
"It's complicated," he muttered, looking away.
"Is it now?"
"Yes! It is! And I wish you would just let it go and let me sleep. God knows I need it."
That's when you ask the question that's been plaguing your mind for a while, the one you'd never been brave enough to ask, the one you never wanted to ask, afraid of what the answer could be.
"Is it someone else?"
You could've asked anything, and yet Nanami would've never guessed what you'd just said. Why would you ever think such a thing? Did he ever give you reasons to think he loved anyone else other than you?
It seemed almost silly to ask, because as soon as he thought the question over in his head, he realised just how much he'd been neglecting you.
"It's not," he reassured you, sitting up and turning to face you, now sitting up as well. He hadn't realised you had started to cry, only noticing it when he saw small tears running down your lovely face. He'd made you cry. He had been an asshole and now you were crying because of him. Just great.
"I'm just working hard. For you. For us."
"Don't give me any of that bullshit. No high school teacher has to stay inside the school until close to 11PM. You can't even make it do dinner most nights. Just what the hell are you doing in there? Is it someone else, Kento? Fuck – just tell me if it is because I can't take this any longer! If you’re just staying with me because you can’t be bothered to get a divorce, then I don't want it!" You said, crossing your arms over your chest. You couldn't control the tears that had escaped, and once they started to fall, you feared they wouldn't stop.
"It's not someone else!" He said, running a hand through his blonde locks. "Look, darling, I only love you – "
"Then tell me why the hell you stay in there until so late."
Nanami was stunned into silence.
You'd never really asked about his job. He had told you he was a teacher and made up some believable enough financial-like class. You'd believed it, and he thought it would be the end of it. But Nanami should've known better. You were curious, and worried about him a lot. It was very endearing, and he loved you even more for it, but sometimes – like now – it could be a tad impractical.
"I'm working," he whispered.
"Bullshit. Again, with that stupid excuse – I don't believe you, Kento." It was the first time in 6 years together that you had ever doubted your husband. And it tasted foul. Doubt tasted foul, taster bitter in your mouth, and you hated how quickly its taste spread over everything you said. "Just tell me the truth already!"
"I'm telling you the truth, I'm a teacher, and I'm working!"
"I know high school teachers, Kento!" you yelled, "And they might bring some work home, but they're usually there in time for dinner. Hell, every teacher I've spoken to gets home much earlier than you, and everyone has said that your working hours are unusual. And there's of course, the matter of the bruises."
Some big, some small, but it has become more and more usual for your husband to arrive home injured. At first it was nothing. A paper cut. An accident while cutting bread. He slipped. He tripped. He fell. The excuses started getting weirder and weirder, and you’d become suspicious as hell.
"They're just accidents honey, I told you – " Nanami's words do little to soothe you, instead enraging you even further.
"No, they're not! You've never been clumsy Kento. You've never tripped, never fallen, never had accidents with knives! Just tell me what's going on? Have you gotten yourself into something dangerous, Ken? What is it?"
Nanami looked at you, at your eyes wide with worry and heartbreak, at your pouting lips and cheeks wet from the small pearly tears. And as much as the sight broke him inside, this wasn't the time nor the place to try and talk sense into you. He couldn't tell you about what he did, couldn't introduce you to the world of Sorcery and Curses. He'd only endanger you, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Nanami sighed.
"I think you should need some sleep. We should both get some sleep and continue this conversation in the morning."
That was the last straw. How dare he dismiss this conversation, as if it weren't something important and worthy of your attention? As if your whole relationship, your trust, your life wasn't on the line?
It was too much.
"Out." You uttered, pointing at the door.
"What?"
"Out." You repeated. "How am I supposed to share a bed, let alone a life with a man I don't trust, with a man who insists on lying to my face like this? I can't sleep on the same bed as you."
"Honey, you can't be serious – " Nanami pleaded, but you were intent on interrupting him.
"Out! I won't share a bed with you until I trust the man sleeping beside me!"
With this, Nanami nodded silently. He got up and promptly left the room, leaving his pillow where it was on the bed next to you. He knew you – you might be upset, but you still loved him, and you couldn't fall asleep with some sort of presence from him next to you. He'd found you once or twice hugging his pillow as you slept, and it made him smile. Ever since, he’d sprayed it once or twice with his cologne or aftershave, to see which scents made you relax more. It was corny and lame as hell, yes. But it helped you a lot, and he was glad for it.
Once the door of your bedroom was closed, you simply let go.
Loud sobs erupted from you, and you hid below the blankets, hoping the small fortress of cloudy fluffiness would save you from all the anguish you were feeling, and wishing sleep would take you soon.
With Nanami's pillow hugged close to your body, you found that it did, and you were out in just a matter of minutes.
The following morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes and orange juice.
Weird, you thought, who the hell is making pancakes?
You got up and ready, going through with your usual morning routine before putting on some clothes and walking downstairs. You’re not used to having company on your day off, let alone wake up to some delicious as hell smells.
When you walk into the kitchen, you spot your husband in front of the stove, a spatula in his hands, whistling some tune he seems to be hearing from the radio.
It was as if last night hadn’t happened at all, as if instead of refusing your touch and walking away, he’d turned to you and reciprocated everything.
Nanami turned to you, having heard the soft thud of your fuzzy slippers against the floor. He was wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron, the one you’d jokingly gifted to him a few years ago and hadn’t seen him wear in a long time. If you weren’t so upset at him, it’d have made you smile.
“Good morning,” he said, placing a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice on your usual spot at the table.
“What’s all of this?” you asked, hesitant to sit down. Was he going to pretend it was all okay?
“An apology.”
You stopped in your tracks. An apology. Huh.
“I behaved terribly last night,” Nanami sighed and placed the rest of the pancakes on a separate plate, also putting it on top of the table. “I’m sorry.”
You nodded and sat down, taking a sip from the orange juice. It was great, and it took you every bone in your body not to jump on your husband and shower him with kisses. It’d been a good while ever since he prepared you breakfast like this.
Well, since he’d gone out of his way to do something nice and apologise, you wouldn’t play games. You and Nanami had long gone past that stage.
“Surely, you understand everything I said came from a place of worry,” you told him, grabbing your favourite jam (that Nanami had so attentively put in your reach) and smearing it all over a pancake. Your voice was calm. Not too sweet; firm, but still somewhat soft. “You’re barely home nowadays, Kento. And I miss you. You come home with scratches on your face and bruises on your arms. What am I supposed to think?”
Your husband sat before you and grabbed a glass of orange juice himself, before starting to speak.
“I understand. And I can guarantee that everything I have told you is the truth.”
You stopped your arm, fork up in the air.
“The truth? Please, Kento, I’m tired of that.”
“I’m serious.”
He shifted in his seat and sighed.
“Look – I didn’t lie to you when I told you about my new job.”
“Hm. But?” you asked, taking the forkful of pancake to your lips.
“But – “ he sighed again, “I wasn’t entirely honest either.”
“I see.”
“The truth is, I can’t tell you all about my job.”
You raised an eyebrow. Is this how he was planning to get on your good graces again?
“I’m a teacher, yes. But my job, it’s… It’s hard to explain. It’s dangerous. And I don’t want you tangled up in that world.”
Your stomach twisted in an unpleasant knot. Dangerous?
“Kento, did you get involved with the wrong people?” you whispered. Surely, that couldn’t be true. The sweet man before you would never dabble in those nasty, sketchy business you always saw out there, the kind that would have him trapped for life and made a slave to their every whim.
“No! No – Christ, no,” he was quick to reassure you, reaching out to hold your free hand. You decided not to move it, allowing the warmth of his palm to spread through yours. “It’s not like that. I did not get involved with any kind of bad people. I promise you that. But my job is dangerous, and I would be putting you in danger if I told you all about it. But I can’t stand keeping you in the dark like this – it hurts to see you suffer.”
Now you were getting scared. What the hell had your husband gotten himself into? A dangerous job? That would put you in danger? What was he talking about?
“Fuck, it’s,” he released your hand, and you immediately missed his touch. Nanami rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and shook his head. “It’s so complicated. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t even know if you’ll believe me. I just… I just need some time. Please. If you’ll have me, if you love me. I just need some time, and I’ll explain everything to you.”
“Is this what you want to do?” You asked
“Yes.”
“And you’re saying it’s dangerous.”
“It is.”
“Is that why you’re injured sometimes?”
“Yes. But I promise you – everything is okay. Everything is fine. I promise you darling – it’s okay.”
You looked at him, and he looked at you.
And there was something in his eyes that made you understand.
Not what he did, or how he did it or when.
But that he was having a tough time explaining it to you. You could see his internal dilemma clearly, and it made you ache a bit, because you saw just how conflicted he was. You loved reading. Books of all kinds. Long, short. Fun or emotional. But even after all these years of reading page after page after page, it wasn’t books you’d learned to read best.
It was your husband.
He reached out to hold your hand again. It was warm and it provided comfort. So much comfort – something you needed more than anything right now.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, speaking to you in that barely-a-whisper voice of his, the one he uses to murmur soft words against the skin of your shoulder, the one he used to say his vows to you on your wedding night, away from prying eyes, the one he’d used when he first told you he loved you.
You knew all of Nanami’s voices. Knew his monotone one, directed at coworkers and bosses; knew his warmer one, the one he used when thanking shop clerks, baristas, waiters, workers; knew his joyful one, the one you got to hear every once in a while, deep and rich and warm, accompanied by one or two chuckles if you were lucky; knew his husky one, saved especially for late-night lovemaking or mind-blowing quickies; knew his sugary sweet one, saved only for you.
And of all the voices you knew your husband to have, this was the one you trusted the most. It meant he was serious. It meant he wasn’t lying, it meant he was offering you the whole truth; he’d offer you the whole world with this voice, and you would take it.
“Always,” you found yourself replying, turning your palm, and giving his a soft squeeze.
Because it was true. You’d follow Nanami Kento to the ends of the earth. You trusted him, more than anything. And if he told you he had a hard time telling you, then you would believe him. If he told you everything was going to be fine, you would believe him. You trusted him to tell you what this dangerous job of his was and were ready to support him until the end.
You'd long stopped waiting for Nanami to come home.
But you’d start doing it. Again, and again, and again.
You would wait for him until he came home.
Whether he came home early or late, it didn’t matter. You would know he had been working. You’d know he hadn’t broken the promise he made to you the day you got married and would not lie with someone else. You’d patch up his wounds and kiss his injuries and shower him with love – so, so much love.
All that would matter, is that he would come home to you, and you wouldn’t worry.
Because you loved him, and he loved you.
And as long as you held on to that promise, you knew everything would be okay.
A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys enjoyed this little piece! I love Nanami so much, he'd be the most understanding husband, and a great communicator okay.
Once again, I ask for your patience, as uni is kicking my ass real bad, and it's taking me longer to write stuff. I fear it's only going to get worse, and I may have to take a break.
But I'll keep trying until then!
I hope you're all doing well, and have an amazing day!!! <3
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warnings: not edited, canon typical violence, cursing, mentions of nsfw subjects, mentions of breeding, mentions of scent kink, if there’s more feel free to let me know
due to 18+ themes minors please do not interact
a/n: ty to @humanalien01 for dealing with my rambles about him and helping me make decisions
A = Arguments(How often do you two argue? Who apologizes first? How do they make up? etc)
not very often do the two of you fight, but when you do, it’s definitely bad. He can be very stubborn and headstrong and a royal pain in the ass.
he apologizes first usually he can’t handle knowing you’re mad at him
he’d probably bring you a gift, something you love but not very expensive to make it up to you
B = Bedtime Routine(Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc)
he feels like he’s either a big spoon or you’re laying on top of him (pretty boy has anxiety so you’re like a weighted blanket for him), but definitely skin on skin contact in some way
C = Cook(Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?)
he’s not a great cook but he’s not the worst, don’t expect really fancy dishes, but he will make you breakfast often, typically eggs and bacon or sausage
D = DIY(Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it? )
he absolutely does, definitely the type to carve you little wooden figures & nicknacks. he’ll ask kitty or rouge for help if he thinks it needs painting but he tries his best to do it all by himself. he’s big on “it’s the thought that counts”
E = Effort(How much effort do they put into their relationship?)
he puts as much effort as he can muster, he’s so thankful for you and doesn’t want to do anything to make you hate him
F = First Date(Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?)
i see him as being someone who wants to spend the first date getting to know you, he probably also asks one of the female xmen (most likely rouge) on ideas especially more modern ideas, most likely sets up a picnic & sets up pillows and blankets in the back of his pick-up
G = Gifts(What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc)
probably gifts you simple but meaningful things, eventually he gifts you his dog tags
he’d love anything and everything you’d gift him, he’s so in love with you, you could gift him a rock that you thought was pretty and he be grateful
H = Honeymoon(Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.)
if you don’t have a dream do it, he’d most likely suggest a cabin in the canadian mountains with no-one around to bother the two of you, he just wants to spend time with you and bask in your presence
I = Intimacy(What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?)
he’s over 200 years old, he definitely has experience. but intimacy is still hard for him, it takes time but he loves the slow and quiet moments with you, where it’s just the two of you cuddled up
J = Jealously(How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc)
usually no, but sometimes he will, but it will take a lot to get him there but once he does he’ll pull you close and stare the other person down until they leave. it’s worse if they were making you uncomfortable, then he’d throw hands
K = Kink(Do they have any particular kinks?)
he definitely has a breeding kink, but he’s scared to actually get you pregnant because he doesn’t believe he’d be a good father
it’s canon and widely known that he has a strong sense of smell, there for he probably has at least a small scent kink, he loves the way you smell and especially when you smell like him so he makes a point for you to always smell like him
L = Long Distance(How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc)
he’d hate it but if it was necessary he’d suffer through it. he’d be sure to text, call, and face-time as often as possible and ask about your day, he’d want to hear every detail
M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.)
he didn’t want to get married for a long time, until he met you and then shortly there after he changed his mind, and couldn’t wait to marry you
his wedding would be at the manor, charles would be officiant, if you’re alright with it i can see him asking other x-men to be in the wedding as well. like hank as his best man, rouge as the flower girl, & kurt as ring barer. he’d probably also want to invite his students, after-all the x-men and the rest of those at the institute are his family
N = Night’s Out(Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?)
probably takes you to bars or restaurants, and occasionally accompanied by a movie
as often as he can swing, he believes you should treat your partner to dates as often as possible, because you shouldn’t stop wooing them just because you are in a relationship
O = Often(How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc)
he makes a point to see you as often as he can, multiple times a week, if you’re an x men or teach at the school he’d ask for you both to share a room (if you were okay with it as well obviously)
if you weren’t an x-men or teacher, he would probably leave and see you after classes unless he had a mission, then he’d give you a call and tell you how much he loved you, just in case he couldn’t come back to you
P = Public Displays of Affection(Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.)
he’s okay with pda but he’s not one that he’ll full on make out with you in public, he’ll hold your hand, have his arm around your shoulders or waist, and give you kisses, but that’s about the extent of the pda.
Q = Quiet(Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?)
he gets quiet when he gets in his head, which is usually after nightmares, or someone made a comment about how he’s undeserving of you.
some simple reassurance & snuggles solves this, tell him how much you love him, and how safe you feel around him.
R = Reunion(How they like to reunite with their partner?)
he’ll hold you tight and press a kiss to the crown of your head when he first sees you, he’ll then shove his face in your neck and inhale deeply. as i said before he loves your scent and while he was away he found himself missing it
S = Surprise(Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?)
he hates surprises..usually, he hates the waiting, now that being said he’s okay if they’re from you, because he trusts you with his entire mind, body and soul
if you text him or tell him you have a surprise for him, it’s an almost guarantee that he’ll make a dirty joke about it, he’d probably ask what color the lingerie set was that you’re gonna wear (good luck walking tomorrow if that actually was the surprise)
T = Texts(How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?)
he is absolutely god awful at texting. except with you. he’ll leave almost everyone on ‘read’ or ‘delivered’ never you though, he always responds as fast as he can. so when you hear everyone complain about him never answering you can’t help but giggle because you don’t have to deal with that
U = Unity(How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?)
i feel like you’d work well, he’d be sure to always check in and protect you
V = Vacation(Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?)
again, canadian mountains, this man’s ideal vacation is just the two of you, away from everyone and everything unbothered
W = When(At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc)
if you’re a teacher at the institute or x-men & live in the mansion, i can see it being a few months in maybe like 6
if you aren’t either of those, it maybe closer to a year, it’ll probably start out with an apartment but eventually he wants to get a cabin for the two of you (and any kids you may have)
X = X-ray(What is their favourite body part on their partner?)
i definitely think he’s an ass/thighs man, but also a tummy kinda guy, he loves being able to grab you
Y = you(A random headcanon about your relationship.)
he’s so gentle with you for someone labeled as an “animal” and a “killing machine”
Z =Zoom(Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?)
the two of you, in a cabin somewhere in the woods (most likely canadian mountains), unbothered, he’s mostly retired from x-men duties (he’d still go on missions if they needed him contrary to what he says), occasionally someone from the team will visit, maybe some animals and a garden (he wants to go into town as little as possible).
maybe even a few kids if that’s what you wanted, as many as you wanted, and if they eventually showed signs of developing mutations he’ll be sure to assure them that there’s nothing wrong with them no matter what anyone may say. hell teach them to control their power, and if it’s too much for just him he’ll ask xavier for help. he’d also be sure too teach them that they should use their gifts to help people & never cause unnecessary harm
#they have bewitched me#wolverine x reader#wolverine imagine#wolverine x you#wolverine x y/n#wolverine fanfiction#xmen imagine#x men fanfiction#xmen x reader#xmen x you#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett x you
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— personal memoires (of the dearly beloved)
the library is quiet, dimly lit by a few burning white candles that cast a golden glow on the nearby surfaces. it smells musty but the most distinguishable feature is the empty shelf in the far corner, missing a particularly unusual series of books that would otherwise stand out among the thick fiction in the library.
reading these memoires will fill you with mirth, joy and conflict. you will see the stories of those who no longer walk with us, in worlds other than your own. do you dare to locate these missing memoires?
“welcome to kai’s 200 mutual collaboration event! thank you so much for 200 followers! as a token of my gratitude, i’m working with my mutuals to provide a series of fanfictions that are prompted by lyrics - personal memoires of people's lives that you may live through. now, should we start searching?”
— rules.
i. mutuals only for this event!
ii. fluff, angst, platonic and suggestive are allowed but do tag your memoires appropriately for the minor audiences.
iii. you do not have to use these lyrics as dialogue - it can merely inspire the memoire. you are also free to interpret these lyrics as you wish, they’re not assigned to a genre!
iv. you are free to do as many entries as you like, the more the merrier you don't have to do only one prompt each!
v. this event is closed! when you post your memoire, please tag me and use the event tag:
⊹ ࣪ ˖ personal memoires ⟢
— prompts.
i. “but does he really know me when the lights are on?” | he loves me, he loves me not.
ii. “i’d give the world to you, ‘cause i know the sun, the moon, the hurt falls with you.” | eclipse.
iii. “everything i used to love, decayed over the years.” | unsweetened lemonade.
iv. “you’re too sweet for me.” | too sweet.
v. “you got me misunderstood, but at least i look this good.” | we can’t be friends.
vi. “i’m here, i’m there, i’m everywhere. but you can’t catch me now.” | can’t catch me now.
vii. “the role of a king is a lonely one to play.” | lonely king.
viii. “it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.” | atlas: two.
ix. “hold back the river, so i can stop for a minute and be by your side.” | hold back the river.
x. “ain’t no prayer, ain’t no god, that could save us from our love.” | lovers in the dark.
xi. “my love, are you the devil? i would worship you instead of him.” | the fruits.
xii. “you are the best thing that's ever been mine.” | mine.
xiii. “he did it all to spare me from the awful things in life that comes.” | murder song.
xiv. “she’s talking to angels, counting the stars.” | waiting for superman.
xv. “oh? did i almost see what’s really on the inside? all your insecurities, all the dirty laundry.” | unconditionally.
xvi. “nervous, trip over my words. you’re so pretty it hurts.” | i’m yours.
xvii. “i don’t want what you ain’t in, and i don’t wanna go unless i’m going there with you.” | my promised land.
xviii. “there’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you.” | happiness.
xix. “i don’t wanna lie awake with only you here on my mind.” | on my mind.
xx. “do we look like lovers or partners in crime?” | partners in crime.
— located memoires.
i. located by @yaminohimeyume : prompt xii — aventurine x fem!reader | sfw, fluff.
ii. located by @mei-sm : prompt xix — blade x gn!reader | sfw, angst.
iii. located by @elatedfool : prompt viii — aventurine x gn!reader | sfw, hurt/comfort.
iv. located by @amalythea : prompt i — diluc + childe x gn!reader | sfw, angst.
v. located by @amalythea : prompt xiv — venti, traveler + kazuha x gn!reader | sfw, angst.
vi. located by @lovingluxury : prompt viii — dan heng x gn!reader | sfw, angst.
vii. located by @xianyoon : prompt viii — wriothesley x gn!reader | sfw, fluff.
viii. located by @heiayen : prompt xviii — scaramouche x gn!reader | sfw, angst
— official playlist.
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First Times
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Summary: a first date with Pato
Tags: tooth rotting fluff
I wrote this all today, and I think it’s really cute, also could become a multi part series of like all the firsts with Pato, idk let me know what y’all think. please like and reblog i love y’all 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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YN doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Dating always seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. At the end of the day, she knows she’s doing it because of the voice in the back of her mind saying “what if he’s the one?”. The hopeless romantic in her is apparently winning, because despite how frustrating it is to get dressed up and look her best for a mediocre night filled with boring conversation, she’s still going.
She’s being set up with a friend of a friend’s brother, who’s honestly one of the most attractive men she’s ever seen, at least on his instagram. From what she knows about him she’s very apprehensive. He’s a famous race car driver, which has her hesitating in so many ways it’s hard to list them all, and his instagram honestly makes him look like a slut. Applying the finishing details to her makeup she steps back to take a final look at herself in the mirror and smoothes out her outfit. They’re going to a pretty fancy place, so she’s wearing a black satin maxi dress with black heels, simple yet elegant she thinks.
As her uber pulls up to the restaurant she quickly notices that all the cars in the parking lot are incredible fancy. She double checks her appearance in her phone camera before heading in. The host leads her to the table where he’s already waiting for her, but quickly stands up.
He reaches his hand out “Hi, I’m Pato.”
“YN, It’s nice to meet you.”
He grabs her chair and pulls it out for her, then quickly sits down across from her.
Pato was stunned as the woman that just sat down in front of him may be the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. He’d never let her know this but he spent a borderline stalker ish amount of time scrolling through her instagram before going out with her. Dating was something that made him incredibly nervous.
When he was younger he didn’t date much because he was a bit of a late bloomer, and now he tries his best to avoid it. It’s not that he doesn’t want someone in his life, he wants it more than almost anything, it just seems so impossible with his lifestyle. He’s on the road for seven months of the year which makes it really hard to not only meet someone but maintain a relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t have his choice of gorgeous women, he’s never failed to find someone to spend the night with if that’s what he wants, but it usually only lasts a night. In the past year the few girls he’d been on multiple dates with had made it clear that they were more interested in his fame and money than him.
His sister had set him up with YN, she’s convinced that he’s lonely and needs someone to play matchmaker for him. At least one of those things is true. As he sat across from her now, all of his annoyance at Elba for making him go is fading away. She’s beautiful but not in a lip filler and face lift way, she’s got the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, and he can feel himself falling for her already.
He kicks himself as he can already see himself marrying and starting a family with her. It’s what he always tries to picture with other women but is never able to.
The restaurant has an incredible atmosphere to it. Candles on each table and dim lighting overhead setting the mood, and quiet classical music playing in the background. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me.”
“Oh, no I just got here. You look amazing by the way.”
She smiles and looks down at her lap, “Thank you.”
As she starts looking over the menu she sees that all of the food has a ridiculous name and description that you’d have to spend an hour trying to understand. She finally settles on some sort of salad, just hoping that it’ll be good. When the waiter comes over, Pato tries to show off by ordering an almost $200 bottle of wine for the table. Her jaw drops a bit as she starts to wonder how she’s going to afford to split this bill, she’ll have to put dinner on a credit card.
She can’t help but feel out of place in this environment, hands fidgeting with her dress the entire night. As the night goes on they learn more and more about each other, sharing anything and everything. From favorite color to deepest fears, if YN’s being honest, it’s the most she’s connected with a date in a while. Then they start telling about their families, and how they grew up.
She realized quickly that he grew up with more money than she did. As he talked about the large house he grew up in and his father’s job, she felt out of place all over again. She grew up in a small apartment in New York, always wearing hand-me downs and eating off brand cereal. It’s not like she was ungrateful, her mother gave her and her sister everything she could with what she had, being a single mother and all, but it did make her feel looked down on when she was around people who had so much.
Pato felt like a moron as she began to tell him about how she grew up. It wasn’t until she brought up her single mother and how she moved to texas with $35 in her bank account that he realized how uncomfortable she was. He noticed how she was playing with the extra fabric on her dress that bunched around her thighs, and how stiff her posture was.
“This isn’t really your place is it?”
She tries to shrug it off. “It’s a nice place.”
“But you’re uncomfortable.” It’s not a question but a statement. She nods her head and looks down at her lap sheepishly. “Man, I feel like such an idiot. I wanted to impress you, but it’s clear none of this impressed you and now I’ve made a fool out of myself.”
“Can we just get out of here?”
He sighs, knowing he fucked up the date and calls for the bill. When it gets there she starts digging through her purse to find her credit card.
“What are you doing?”
She looks at him confused, “Um, getting my card?”
“No I took you on this awful date, I’ll pay for it.” She wants to argue, but knows that she quite literally can’t afford to, so instead offers a hushed thank you.
When they walk out to the parking lot he tells her to at least let him drive her home, and she agrees. He walks her over to his car but stops right in front of it. “I guess this doesn’t impress you either.”
She stares at the light blue sports car, “Not really, no.”
He laughs self-deprecatingly, “Strike two, I’m on a role tonight.”
She climbs into the car, but doesn’t hesitate to look at him sideways when the door opens upwards. He starts to drive towards her apartment when she rattles off the address, he knows the area vaguely. They don’t say much on the drive home, the radio softly plays in the background, and she gives the occasional direction.
“Turn in here.”
“What?”
“Turn. In. Here.” He turns into an In-N-Out parking lot but looks thoroughly confused. “Go through the drive through.”
He does as she says and she orders for the both of them. As they pull up to the window to pay she pulls out her card. “The first part of the night was on you, let me get this part.”
”You’re not tired of this yet?”
“Well you still have a third strike.” He smiles at her as they accept the food from the second window. “The place was not so great, but the date wasn’t going so bad.”
“I’m so glad you’re giving me a second chance.” He pulls into a parking spot and they continue their date where they left off. They click so well, and YN knows that this definitely won��t be their last date.
“This is an american monstrosity.”
“How have you never tried it?”
“Come on, you’re messing with me.”
“No I’m not,” YN takes another fry and dips it into her shake, then holds it out to him. “Eat it.” He gives her an unsure look, but eats it anyways. He makes a show of eating it, but doesn’t say anything. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
“It’s not as bad as I thought.”
“Ha! You did like it.” She’s laughing at him even though there’s nothing to really laugh at, she’s just very happy.
He’s smiling at her also happy to be with her, “You look really beautiful.”
She’s not laughing anymore, but there’s still a smile plastered on her face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
The smallness of the car has them close together anyways, but they’ve also leaned into each other. Pato’s voice is hoarse, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
YN closes the gap between them, and the kiss is everything a first kiss should be. She feels as if there’s fireworks going off in her stomach, and she’s a little dizzy. The kiss is soft and slow and sweet, his hand is resting on her face and caressing her cheek. YN has her hand resting on his shoulder. He tastes like chocolate and french fries and something else that she thinks she wants to be buried with.
When they pull away her head is swimming and she needs a moment to get her thoughts together. He’s the first to speak, “It’s getting pretty late I should probably take you home.”
“Yeah, you probably should.” but she makes no effort to move away from him.
He finally moves away from her, and he takes their trash to a can that was outside. They continue talking on the way to her apartment, the car less tense now. He walks her up to her door, but stops when they arrive. “Thank you for going out with me tonight, I had a great time.”
“I can honestly say I did, too.”
“So did I get a third strike, or am I going to get to see you again?”
“When we’re you thinking?”
“Tomorrow night?” He gives her a bit of a sheepish grin, really hoping she’ll say yes.
She tilts her head at him, “That quickly?”
“I don’t see the point in waiting,” he grabs her hand in his. “I won’t get much done anyways, I’ll be distracted thinking about this incredible girl I went out with.”
“Your flirting will get you far in life.” She turns her key in the door and opens it.
“Is that a yes?”
“Pick me up at 5.” He can’t believe his luck as she begins to shut the door and he turns away. “Oh, and Pato?”
He turns back towards her door, “Yes?”
“Bring a normal car this time.”
He laughs, and she breaks into a 1000 watt smile. “Yes, darling, whatever you say.”
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Glass Half Full: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine
Request from Anon: Hey I love your imagines and was hoping you could do one where Klaus goes to the grill and the new bartender is who is super sweet until customers become rude in anyway with and he is amazed with her but they get off on the wrong foot please and thank you!🖤🖤🖤
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
Remember to submit your quote and your favourite imagine for Imagine 200 here x
To most people, Klaus presumed, she would be seen as quiet and unassuming. A small town girl, probably, with a knack for good customer service, her mind full of big dreams, only having taken this job to pay off her student loans. They probably wouldn’t take any notice of her large eyes, of the intensity of the smile she gave customers, of the lilt in her voice when she asked the patrons of the Mystic Grill what they wanted.
To most people, Klaus presumed, the new bartender was a glass half full kind of girl. But he knew better than anyone that there was always more to a person than first met the eye.
It wasn’t long until he was proved right.
Klaus had been finding excuses to the visit the Grill for about a week now. He was pretty sure his siblings thought he was on his way to becoming a pertinent alcoholic – he was also pretty sure that particular train had been boarded about eight centuries ago. Not that he cared what they thought – again another train that had been boarded a few hundred years ago.
All he cared about was discovering what was hidden behind the beautiful smile of the woman behind the bar. Y/N, according to her name tag.
Y/N always had a smile on her face when she dealt with customers, was always kind, had even smiled at Klaus a few times as she poured him his seventh – or maybe it was his ninth – Bourbon. It was endearing, Klaus admitted, but he was waiting. Waiting for the moment she would snap. Klaus had a tendency for noticing the darkness lurking in a person, and Y/N reeked of it.
He sat up as he noticed a rather indignant-looking man approach the bar. Here we go.
“Is there a problem, sir?” Y/N’s voice was as sweet as ever, sliding over Klaus like syrup.
“We’ve been waiting half an hour for our food. Where is it?”
“I’m sorry sir, I’m a bartender, not a waitress. But I’ll – ”
“You’ll what? It doesn’t matter what you are, you’re here to serve. So do it.”
Klaus watched as Y/N seemed to consider the man’s point. It reminded him of himself – the way he would contemplate just how to deal with people who annoyed him. It usually resulted in death, but Klaus had a feeling it wouldn’t end that way with Y/N.
But it would be just as exciting.
Again, it wasn’t long until he was proved right.
“You’re right, sir. I’m so sorry. Let me just – ” And with that, Y/N picked up the cocktail she had been mixing, and poured it over the man’s head. Klaus couldn’t stop himself from laughing, just as the unfortunate customer called Y/N something unseemly.
As Klaus got his breath back, he watched as the man lunged for Y/N. Using his preternatural speed, he was over there in an instant, grabbing the man’s arm. “I wouldn’t do that, mate.”
“And who are you? Her boyfriend?” Klaus didn’t answer, and let go of the man who glared at both of them. “Well, good luck with a woman like that.”
Klaus watched him leave, before turning to Y/N. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but whatever it was, it was much nicer in his head than what he got.
“I didn’t need your help. I swear to God, I’m sick and tired of men thinking they can either insult me or need to run to my rescue.” Y/N untied her apron and slammed it on the bar. “Someone tell my boss I came over ill and I’ve gone home,” she said to no one in particular.
Well, that was unexpected.
Klaus paused for a moment, before following her. He found her against the back wall of the Grill, head between her knees. “At the risk of repeating myself, are you okay?”
Y/N looked up at him, and glared. If reaching out to her was to be a challenge, then Klaus welcomed it. He continued. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I offended you, those weren’t my intentions. In fact, I think your act of aggression in there proved that you definitely didn’t need my help.”
Y/N looked at him. “I’m sorry too. It just gets too much sometimes, you know. I only took this job to pay off college fees, and I thought I’d try and make the best of it. Glass half full and all that. And then you just get people like that who think they can treat you like crap, and it gets to you. Sorry again.” She held out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
Klaus took her hand and smiled. “Klaus.”
“Can I get you a free drink to apologise for being such an asshole?”
“Well, that would be nice. But maybe at a different bar.”
Y/N didn’t know why she had felt the need to make it up to Klaus, nor did she know why she ended up telling him her entire life story over a few whiskies. In fact, she wouldn’t know the answer until a few years later when, after dating for quite a while, he bent down on one knee and asked her to marry him.
Klaus, on the other hand, started to believe that maybe he should start looking at life from a different perspective. Glass half full, and all that.
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hiii mason - this is transmasckagami :) do you have favorite fics for kagamido? I’d love to read some. Also, I love your art! Your style is so fun and you capture every character’s personality so well ❤️ thank u for sharing it with us!
HAII this is soso sweet and it means a lot 2 me, thank u so much !!! *(^o^)*
i could say the same for u :3 ur art is so fantastical and scrumptious and it’s always a delight to see u post !!!
in comparison to some other ships, there’s definitely a lot less content to dig through (see kagamido’s 128 fics to aokaga’s 2,890, what a ratio !), so heres my faves, in no particular order ^_^
message recieved - half_sleeping : rated T
wordcount: 7k
“You're the one who mailed me.”
lest i spoil too much, i gotta say i just LOVE how midorima is characterized in this one. just a fretting teenage boy. and, despite their limited appearances, the takamido friendship on the side is just so funny and iconic !
food is a love language - zelan : rated G
wordcount: 1k
“Midorima tries and fails to cook. Kagami turns things around.”
exactly what it says on the tin, and perfectly so ! adorable
not a surprise party - zelan : rated T
wordcount: 200
"Midorima Shintaro hates surprises."
short and sweet texting fic by the same author of the last fic, love the ending kekekeke ^3^
to my heartbeat’s sound - voices_in_my_head : rated G
wordcount: 800
"It isn’t long before one of his uproarious laughs has made its way out of his throat, Shintarou giving a slight smile in response. He doesn’t care if they go for that walk or not, if he ends up with cupcakes or something else, he’s just happy to be here, enjoying his time with Taiga."
simple and plain kagamido domesticity fluff ^v^ need u ask for more ?
to live for one's self - justlikeswitchblades : rated T
wordcount: 1k
"There are two unshakeable constants in Midorima’s life—his hands, and his pride.
A third element, threatening the latter of the two, consists of the tears burning in his eyes."
angst, internalized homophobia, emotional hurt/comfort: truly a danger trio of tags !! (x_x) a short but impactful and memorable fic that i really enjoyed, i just like how their relationship is portrayed
with me, with you - hilaryfaye : rated G
wordcount: 2.9k
“I know that your concept of ‘fun’ is warped, but unlike one of us I like being able to take regular hot showers and eating food that isn’t under a layer of grease.” Shintarou picked over his salad, frowning at it as if the vegetables were to blame for Taiga’s insistence on a “road trip.”
kagami and midorima go on a roadtrip, and end up talking about things that have remained unspoken about. a good few years into the future; another domestic one that i really enjoyed *v*
eyes on the prize - hips_of_steel : not rated
wordcount: 800
"Kagami drags Midorima to a basketball game at an American high school, which happens to have a raffle going on at the same time…with a KitchenAid mixer being the item Kagami has his eyes on."
kagami wants that kitchenaid mixer BAD, and midorima is a little shit :3 very funny and in character !
aren't you - tsuukai : rated T
wordcount: 1.5k
"Where it starts off as Midorima directing the recipe, but it's actually Kagami doing the work, though it really wasn’t about food this time around anyway."
more kagamido cooking shenanigans ! they cook and kiss, talk about their feelings and have unfortunate experiences at the grocery store. just a fun slice of life !!
sorry this took a bit; despite having an ao3 account for a good few years i haven't been utilizing the bookmarks feature until recently and have just been saving them in a google bookmarks folder. so without any way to filter or know what ship each link is... i bet you can imagine why it took so long...
thank you for this ask again, it was nice to reread about my faves ! happy reading :D
#i love to yap and talk forever#muah muah muagh i love my pookies#tbh i probably missed some because of how much is in my knb fic folder#i simply don't have the bandwidth to go through and open over 100 links again !!#knb#kurobas#kuroko no basket#kurokos basketball#kagami taiga#midorima shintarou#kagamido#midokaga#mason stop talking#been a while since that tags been used !
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oooh if rambling is ok can i say a little something that veers maybe into overthinking territory abt early game astarion like you mentioned... a little farewell take before i stop bothering you fr ahsbdifn but we are vibing so hard on this i think
i think running an astarion origin playthrough at least in act 1 is a really interesting look into how he feels about the people around him, at least in terms of trust that early on. so like, you know how you get the option to confess to vampirism to any companion at any time starting the moment you recruit them? the narrator's dialogue and the confession changes based on your approval with that character. it only takes 20/barely out of neutral territory for origin astarion to think of his relationship to someone as "a strong bond" and he has to roll charisma not to fumble the confession after waiting a while to really trust in their acceptance. which is so sad!! hardly hitting medium approval is still close enough for him to consider the relationship a fairly strong one.
it’s kind of interesting to flip that around and think of his perspective on his relationship with the player character by the same measure when he's a companion, because ur SO right, it genuinely does not take much at all for their connection to overshadow. basically anything he's experienced in a long time. his approval sometimes jumps MASSIVELY just for listening to him and humoring some of his jokes, and being ok with his vampirism on top of that can rocket you straight into high approval. all of that means so much to him, where a lot of his other approval changes dealing with stuff out in the world net you a +/-1 most of the time.
it just seems like it really doesn't take long for him to think pretty highly of someone, imo! not that he knows how to approach that. for exactly the reasons you said: this is the first time in a very long time people (at least for the most part) aren’t outright dismissing or belittling him, and once his vampirism is out, he’s being tolerated if not accepted after revealing something that could very easily have gotten him killed if trusted to the wrong people. he gets to talk about things he probably hasn’t vocalized to anyone, ever, about cazador and his past and is potentially met with sympathy instead of scorn, and he’s free to joke about comparatively lighter topics like blood tasting menus or his more morbid “best ways to die” conversation. he’s still obviously on edge for so many reasons, but he’s also… kind of happy? vibing? experiencing some manner of positive emotion toward others? it’s so novel and unfamiliar to him to be treated like a whole person with inherent worth AS a person (rather than valued for his utility or some consumable aspect of himself) and have an entire group of people actually looking out for him, just as they reasonably trust him to look out for them, all without some kind of humiliating price tag attached.
like no wonder he’s suuuuper disoriented and flip-flops hard between vulnerability and trying to manipulate people well into act 2, even if he does like them. he just came out of a 200 year You Are Not A Person And Nobody Care You torture matrix and now people are treating him like a person and caring abt him. but he still feels like he has to pull strings to stay on top of things to survive because that’s how the world still makes any sense to him. idk. anyways! thank you again!! 🫡 i super didn’t mean for this to be an essay so like if you read any of that at all. i owe u my life.
OMG IM SO SORRY IM JUST NOW SEEING THIS IM USUALLY ON MOBILE AND IT MUSTVE GOT LOST IN MY NOTIFS
anyways hello friendo . i have read all of this i lov u and this ask OKAY PLEASE U ARE NOT BOTHERING ME WHEN I TELL U I LOVE THIS SHIT CMON!!!!!!!
okay so This Hurt Me because like. its true! astarion's main approvals early game are just. accepting him . as he is. his weird ass fucking conversations. not enforcing bitchass szarr's meal restrictions. not putting up with obvious manipulators (dream visitor aside because thats Power that he can use(even if u say u dont trust them tho he doesnt disapprove he just calls u my username LOL)) (u get +5 for threatening mizora and raphael) protecting the rest of ur companions from ppl that want to hurt them. protecting HIM from people that want him. like all of those are +5s/+10s and the only other +5 i can think of early game is letting him open the doors to the barn LOL and abdiraks display
but what im saying is like his main approvals are u protecting him, accepting him, and then like vocally and actively showing this off as opposed to passively if that makes sense. like i think a big part of it is being able to see someone who has no part of his old life, his old horrors, but still knows about them care for him. and also letting him make decisions. i dont like how i phrased it as "let" but idk how else to get that point across lol
like i was saying previously he'd really only been around vampires and those he seduced for centuries --so yeah hes gonna be a little warped. and those vampires were moreso "putting up" with him and he knows it. so to have you, a non-vampire, play along with his more,,, "macabre" conversations must be just. startling. because you two dont even have that common factor of vampirism, yanno? but being open to talking abt what ur companions taste like/how you would want 2 die must just be such a pleasant delight.,,,
"humiliating price tag" broke my HEART NONNIE BECAUSE YOURE SO RIGHT like that is obviously how he thinks of himself and his worth !!! like if u make him bite araj afterwards hes like "i didnt even second guess you telling me to do it. but afterwards it made me realize that im still primed to take orders" which is so-- aughuruhghgurugh.
and honestly i think manipulation is more than just a survival tactic in his life like its just . how he operates. so like u said in act ii where he is seesawing WILDLY between being as honest as he is capable of being to the point of vulnerability vs feeling like he needs to have the "upper hand" in his relationship with the player to guarantee his safety -- honestly i see this a lot in act i with the conversations u can have. because if ur having fun with him and not dismissing him, his last lines of the dialogue always seem like he stops himself midthought and is like "Wait. Must Manipulate" and turns on the charm and i lov it so so much because even earliest of early game in act i u can catch him off guard like that
because thats the thing right is that relationships, to him, early game is very much always going to contain a power imbalance. and its so so sosososooooooooooooooo amazing to see how clearly he was trying to be the one to Hold power, while still Feeling like he's the one being used -- he's manipulating us Into using him for protection, because thats the only thing he thinks he can offer. because relationships NEED to have some sort of offer to be worth it. but i was gonna say its amazing to see how that perception of relationships evolves thru the acts and how act ii confession scene and act iii post cazador scene hes holding himself as an equal to the player
does this make sense listen u ramble i ramble back this is our relationship nonnie
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what about dumpster diving for perciver? (I ask, predictably. but it's always delightful to hear your take on things!)
off the top of my head, other than you, i'm not sure i've read much perciver so this is a really rare pair for me! interestingly enough, i think i see flintwood around more than perciver.
anyway, i really liked this one -- look at me, i'm burning up by renaissance (4k, T) - The first tentative overtures, as Percy comes to terms with the person he is on the other side of the War. cackling at the author's note, "back on my otp bullshit after forever years away" is always a green flag to me, a good sign i can settle in and i will be well fed! this checked tons of boxes i knew i had (vignettes, beautiful scene setting, the unpacking of postwar trauma and how that's Not That Easy) and a bunch i didn't know i did (penny & percy friendship! the dynamics in that oliver/percy first re-meeting!). love the author's light touch, with the humor and sweet open ending.
also enjoyed the quidditch smut in you had time by mixtapestar (13k E) and After The Game by copperbadge (2k, M), the unrequited pining in Familiar by Mireille (300, G) and the taking-the-relationship-to-the-next-step in be my stone (700, G) - got me with the tags Family Issues, (not on Percy's side), (for once). mobile vulgus by oxymoronic (5k, M) and Can't Get All the Dirt Off of Me by tryslora (200, M) were interesting takes on a dark postwar au & OCD percy respectively.
all the perciver fic gave me scorbus vibes, actually? very grounded in hogwarts, and there is a little bit of conflict -- sometimes it's internal, mostly it's external -- but you know it's going to be a happy ending because the two have each other's backs. on that note, i also really liked the growing-up-together in Hold On by gonergone (5k, G), very classic friends-to-lovers in which both of them are adorable.
thanks for the ask, this was fun!!
never have i ever - fic rec version
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200 CELEBRATION!!! 💐✨💌💫
Hi everyone it's Kay!!
I just reached over 200 followers on my blog and WOW WOW WOW!!!!! Thank you guys so much for showing me appreciation, kindness, and love...I'm wishing each and every single one of you all a wonderful new year full of happiness and growth 🤓🌱❤️
To celebrate this surreal accomplishment I've decided to open up my asks (though they are ALWAYS open) so that we can get a little more interactive and you all can get to know me better <3 I'm not too familiar with these kinds of things so please excuse me if some of these don't make any sense. Below I've listed different requests/prompts that you all can slide into my asks with and I will be doing my best to reply to all of them and feel free to send in as many as you'd like and ask any other questions that aren't on this list as well!! You can also send them in as anon or not, which ever you are comfortable with 😊
Request #1: Stranger Things x Taylor Swift
｡･ﾟﾟ･ send me any stranger things character and I will tell you what taylor swift song(s) I associate them with 🎶👤
Request #2: Rant
｡･ﾟﾟ･ need to get something off your chest and desk? take this opportunity to rant about anything and you can either ask for advice or simply words of encouragement. sometimes we just want to be heard and do not need unsolicited advice so please let me know if you want either or both!! 🔊🤗
Request #3: Chit Chat
｡･ﾟﾟ･ ask me some random questions, I literally do not care how many you ask me hahaha I will try to answer all the ones I feel the most comfortable asking! Ex: coffee order, favorite dilf, current playlist, ect. 📩☕️
Request #4: What's To Come
｡･ﾟﾟ･ send this in if you want a random sentence from one of my wips with no context 💻🤓
Request #5: Blurb x Stranger Things
｡･ﾟﾟ･ send me brief prompt or saying (angst, fluff, or smut) and I'll write a short blurb for a Stranger Things character you pick out of Eddie, Steve, Robin, or Nancy📝📺
I'm so excited to interact with you all and I can't wait!!! Last, I want to thank each and every single one of you guys who has liked, reblogged, and left comments/tags on my stories. It truly means the world to me and you guys put a smile on my face everyday...so thank you so so so much 😭💘🌎
Mutuals are tagged below, but please don't feel pressured to participate, however your reblog to spread the word would mean a lot if you are able to!! thank you all 🌟💘 : @tvserie-s-world @esme-viridian @translatemunson @ur-local-geek-fest @maddipoof @mediocre-daydreams @hopelessromantic87 @mapleransom-blog @zariaskz @deliriousleyserious @rvdsxmz @hstoria @tasmbestspdrman @moonxxlight @sillypurplemurple @munsonswhore86 @john-joong @str4ngerthingshavehappenedhere @chervbs @sodapop182 @wordsbymae @eddieandbird
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hey baddies 💕
Someone New has been updated!!
(WARNING: looooong rambling below)
I’m so thankful for all the support and patience I’ve been given regarding this fic- I didn’t expect it to get the attention that it did! what started as a little project to keep me writing between works has turned into my most popular fic by far. as of today, Someone New sits at ten chapters, with 200+ (nearly 300) kudos, 40+ bookmarks, and 40+ comments. that’s insane to me!
thank you to all my readers, especially my lovely regulars who read all my fics and leave the sweetest comments. when I tell you I keep updating this fic for you, I mean it. I went through such a slump and ended up taking an almost 3 month hiatus on this one, which probably doesn’t seem like a lot compared to some other fic writers but it was a lot to me! even when I wasn’t writing, this fic was on my mind. but, I’m back to working on it and determined to finish it!
like I said, Someone New was never intended to be a long project. honestly, I was going to dump it once something else piqued my interest. as you can imagine, it can be a little tricky to take something without much planning or direction and develop it into cohesive story halfway through. but, I think I know where I want this fic to go.
I have an ending in mind, and I consider where the story is now to be around the halfway point of the entire fic. that means Someone New will most likely get 10-12 more chapters before ending. as much as I love it, I do really want it to end at some point. I have so many other things I want to write, but I feel the need to see this one through to the end.
given my current schedule with work and my other fics, I’m anticipating putting out a chapter/month for this work. that means this fic will be finished by the end of this year. now, I’d like to get it done earlier than that so hopefully that happens. but, it could also take longer for this one to wrap up. all I know is that I will finish it!
I’m also going back to my old fics to give some more detailed tags, and once I finish that I will start crossposting Someone New to tumblr 💖
so, thank you again to everyone who has been keeping up with this story and for motivating me to keep writing it! I am very excited for the upcoming chapters and I hope you are too. sending all my love 🫶🏻
-Bae
#nct dream fanfic#nct dream x reader#nct dream x you#nct dream x y/n#nct dream smut#nct dream polyamory#justbaebithings
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Fanfic tag game
Found a 2 year old tag game in my likes and I don't know if I ever replied! Thank you @hermitknut for tagging me all this time ago :D
AO3 name: birdylion on ao3, Wayfarer back on fanfiktion.de
Fandom(s): My first big fandom was HP. I wrote a little bit in German for Firefly and Discworld, and then in English for Green Rider, Rogue One, Good Omens, Mass Effect (trilogy + Andromeda), Rivers of London and The Memoirs of Lady Trent.
Number of fics: 23 on ao3. There are some, especially older HP stories on ff.de, that I haven't archived on ao3.
1. Fic you spent the most time on: I have a 70k unpublished (German) Minerva McGonagall/Pomona Sprout schoolgirl romance on my hard drive that would need a lot of reworking in order to be in a shape I would consider putting out there. I worked on that for a year on and off, and then for a summer intensely. From my published work: Probably my RoL one, Bintumani, because it's 12k and the words have to have come from somewhere. Also I spent a lot of time conversing with my beta reader and editing the fic.
2. Fic you spent the least time on: Sleepless Night, the 200 word Good Omens ficlet that I literally typed on my phone instead of sleeping.
3. Longest fic: Bintumani, my Rivers of London travel adventure with Elsie Winstanley and Mamusu Grant in the late 1970s in Sierra Leone which I wrote for yuletide last year.
4. Shortest fic: again Sleepless Night with 200 words :D
5. Most hits: For my English works: What we're made of, my trans Viktor Krum with Hermione at the yule ball HP fic that I wrote for the Trans Wizarding Tournament (a charity auction for trans organisations). But overall, if I count fanfiktion.de, it's Spürst du die Funken, my Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan getting together that I still want to translate into English. I have the half finished translation on my hard drive.
6. Most kudos: What we're made of.
7. Most comment: on ao3 Bintumani, on ff.de it's an old HP oneshot collection
8. Fave fic you wrote: hard to tell, and I'll just copy hermitknut's words: "normally whenever I’ve just finished something that one’s my favourite :)" but if I had to chose, I'd say my Lady Trent fic, Studying Dragons, if only because I love the books so much.
9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: oh that's easy! I want to expand on To Serve the Sacred, my latest ME Andromeda fic. It's part of a big worldbuilding headcanon I have and I would love to put more of it into a story. Much of the worldbuilding (and the story I linked above) is about the game's Bad Guys, and a) I would need to make readers care about it and b) it would be more interesting to write it from the perspective of known characters. The worldbuilding reveals/twists that I want to do are very clear in my head, and I have a vague idea how to set it up in a story, but ... I need to work out the details, especially which characters I'd use as POV characters. Probably the other Ryder twin, but they'd need a team too, and the characters are only slowly starting to take shape. Also it's such a big project that I've put it on the backburner for now bc I don't have the time for writing plot / novel length fic in English.
10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: I'm only writing in German right now because that flows easier. My fandom of choice is that one German detective/crime show with the dysfunctional homoerotic dynamic between two of the leads that gets to no1 trending on tumblr once year when there's a new episode. This is now for a story about teenage queer self discovery: (Sorry I tried putting it through Google Translate to share an English version but the translation is terrible.)
Leo stellte sein Rad ab und setzte sich zu Adam auf den Felsen. Groß genug für zwei war der schließlich. Auch, wenn Leo sich damit halb an Adam lehnte. Das war okay. Machten sie ständig. Es war doch okay, oder?
Ein paar Tage nach Ferienbeginn hatte Caro ihm erzählt, dass sie auf dem Halberg Open Air gesehen hatte, wie sich zwei ihrer Klassenkameradinnen während Tokio Hotel geküsst hatten. ‚Cool, dass sie so dazu stehen‘, hatte sie gesagt. ‚Ganz schön mutig. Ich könnte das ja nicht.‘
Leo war nicht schwul, aber wenn er es wäre, dann wäre es Adam vielleicht nicht recht, wenn Leo ihm so nahe war. Wenn er es wäre, dann müsste Leo fairerweise aufhören, neben Adam zu sitzen.
I'm tagging @shakespearerants, @weatheredlaw, @the-moon-loves-the-sea and uh everyone else who follows me and writes fic. Seriously, tell me about it.
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I'm going to throw you a curve ball and say Sherly and that one guy whose name I don't remember who you ship him with (I think it's Soseki?)
idont know how to say this without unintentionally sounding mean but this is the second funniest ask ive ever gotten. (i was going to say funniest, but i cant lie even for comedic purposes- the funniest ask ive ever gotten was “shouldve KNOWN an AKESHU shipper would RIP MY THROAT OUT IN PUBLIC for mentioning shusumi”) i got curious and looked at all the relationship tags for dgs on ao3 until the site wouldnt let me anymore and i can almost conclusively say tht no one on this earth ships sherlock and souseki, which, to be honest, is kind of a surprise. on my journey i learned just how dire the state of the dgs ao3 relationship tags really are. i hadnt looked that hard, and i had thought, “oh, woe is me, only about 200 of these are homumiko” There are less than 30 with the susahao tag. theres like, a Small Handful of fics with kazuma interacting w iris or yuujin. This is. This is awful. Someone needs to fix this. What’s wrong with you people? You could have filled this website with one hundred Kazuma Asougi Gets Forcibly Absorbed Into The Greatest Family fics and you’re still asobaroing away? Unbelievable. Unbelievable.
Anyway it’s completely understandable to mix up souseki and mikotoba when you havent seen a ton of them they do both . have mustaches. thank you for thr ask and also for always calling him Sherly bc its cute here we go
describe their canon relationship/dynamic
*putsmy head in my hands* they have like 2 hours of screentime interacting its hard to describe a dynamic beyond “God they are so mean to each other”. its ok though. Its ok. the concept is very clear honestly. World’s Most Hyperactive and Completely Insane Man & Completely Normal Guy Who Goes Along With It. Oh My God They Were Roommates. lets see. serious notes. they trust each other completely and implicitly (mikotoba has to find a good home for The Baby He Was GOING To Raise But CAN’T and asks sherlock and he IMMEDIATELY agrees On The Spot my god ……) look . what do u call devotion if not saying “our home” about a place youve been away from longer than u ever lived at and thought youd never even see again & acting like you were never separated in the first place. Unreal. unreal.
anyway the fact of the matter is theyre literally just another variation on the Holmes & Watson concept go read an acd sherlock holmes story and imagine if they were ace attorney characters and idk i think youd more or less have it
your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?
*pulls out my giant conspiracy board and 90% of it is just screenshots of fanfic The Legendary Pair by Meowzy on AO3* IF YOU LOOK AT IT. THE NOT-REALLY-INDICATED-BY-CANON BUT MORE FUN AND COOL TO ME VERSION OF IT. it makes this A Necessary Relationship. sherlock is. smart in Some places. definitely observant. But has. 0 common sense. you would think hes never been to this planet before with his apparent complete lack of frame of reference for what is or is not plausible or likely. there is too much shit going on in his brain for him to figure out which ideas are Actually Likely without taking like 2 days to work it out. Give him someone who actually has common sense and can crossreference What Sherlock Has Actually Noticed And Figured Out with What Actual Human Beings Generally Would Do.
OHGOD MAYBE I CAN TRY TO ELABORATE IN A MORE SERIOUS TONE ON MY FUCKING “YUUJIN MIKOTOBA SILLY ARC” POST. GOD. what im attempting to drive at is thinking abt . the idea proposed of 16-years-ago sherlock being more of a prickly little bitch and, Much More Importantly, mikotoba going to britain to try and escape the Grief Of Losing His Wife & subsequent Depression That Made Him Unfit To Take Care Of His Baby . and then theyre . again, worlds most hyperactive and completely insane man, and, again, GUY WHO TAP DANCES DURINVG INVESTIGATIONS ?!!!!?!???????????
basically fuck you *gives you by chance a fundamentally life altering friendship right when you need it*
Anyway i dont think theyre that different in my head than in canon but its hard to say.
what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?
i like it because i think they are neat. i like it bc i love families and fuck dude they sure do have one. i like it bc i am a dgs sherlock holmes kinnie and this drives my behavior,
what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?
*SCREAMS* BESTIES. anyway,
sorry for once again saying serious concepts in the dumbest fucking ways possible but Pov u are yuujin mikotoba age 26 leaving ur home to try and run away from the deepest pain of ur life & deciding not to stick with ur very close friends uve known for quite a while as you do so? For some reason? AND IT WORKS ???????????? in some part bc of this weirdo freak u moved in with impulsively who keeps almost blowing the fucking house up?
This is basically something i already said in this post earlier and i STILL . cant think of an actual good way to say it. I guess just . as many people on this blog may have noticed. me wh. me when stories involve the way positive connections with others help people <3
Also basically the only 2 reactions sherlock seems to invoke in people are “this guys insufferable” and “this guys insufferable but i also admire him” - god the trajectory of this train of thought just changed drastically im laughing so hard Bear with me . mikotoba is of course in th second camp bc thats where all sherlocks Positive relationships are. this is known to us. see: thr dialogue where hes like “Well your methods are unusual but ive always been willing to try them :)” (and then sherlock yells at him for being stupid.) anyway thats wonderful and its also Wonderful. mikotoba shortly after meeting sherlock watching this man rip up a handful of grass an d just eat it and then solve an entire mystery and mikotoba has to work out if this guys a genius or insane. He quickly realizes it is both. Anyway i guess to yuujin mikotoba sherlock holmes is his dear friend and partner & also the guy who cursed him to occasionally think “i DO wonder what that grass tastes like” at inopportune times
I don’t know WHAT the fuck i just rambled about for like ten minutes. So anyhow. sherlock describes mikotoba as “the only person i could truly call a friend” so shoutout to this friendless man i guess . no but literally hes a little weirdo freak and people dont tend to. like him. societal perceptions of ND people are not conducive to sherlock holmes having close friends . (Also he might not be. or might at some point not have been. particularly social in the first place - But this is my extrapolation based on acd canon and nothing in dgs at all so it cant be counted as anything other than my female hysteria.) and like. epic win for him finding someone who can Tolerate Him Enough To Live With Him and not just that but like . Actually Likes Him. Actually Likes Being Around Him And Would Like To Be His Friend. Congrats! also a win 4 him having like, a normal human being around. who can keep track of him and yknow. Help him remember important things. make sure he actually sleeps and eats instead of spending 42 hours straight trying to make The Sequel To Toasters (It’s Also A Juicer!)
favorite interaction they have in canon
oh,my god you know the thing is theres not a Lot of them but what there is is Really Good Actually.
on one hand we have the shit from the legendary pair scene like “:/ only JAPANESE mice go Chu. make a RUSSIAN mouse noise” or “YOUR BIRTHDAY? THATS FUNNY BC AS OF TODAY YOURE DEAD TO ME :D” “measured as always.” On the other hand we have the part from the scene after the last trial where sherlock thanks mikotoba for leaving iris in his care.
Basically i dont know how to decide. im going to say the Other part of the scene after the last trial where sherlock is excitedly telling mikotoba a story about something he did. With mikotoba. like a day before. and mikotoba lets him get through thr whole fucking thing before going Yeah i was. i was there.
favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in
OH GOD I DONT KNOW ACTUALLY. what is there to say beyond the Default List Of Every Homumiko Fans Shared Interests. its all been done. “Remember That Time They Raised A Baby Together For A Month”; “Have You Heard Of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Adventures of Sherlock Holmes? Great Here’s My Adaptation-“; “Put That Beast (Sherlock) In Japan LOL”. i will say that like. i dont remember where but theres some tiny bit of optional dialogue where iris says that sherlock playing the violin was a detail she wrote into the stories for fun and then after that he felt obligated to actually learn. i think a lot of people dont know this or dont use this. which is fine its a tiny random one off line i wouldnt even be able to track down. and a lot of people have the order of events go sherlock has violin -> mikotoba learns to tap dance, Look another musical thing matchy matchy :) . which again is FINE. BUT. isnt the other order of events - the order that it’s only reasonable to assume is canon - more fun ? Sherlock goes HEY GUESS WHAT I LEARNED VIOLIN NOW WE CAN MAKE MUSIC TOGETHER. He has not seen mikotoba in person in 9 years
thats the end of the post thank you i like the dads
#OH GOD 8M SO FUCKING SORRY !!!!!!!#THIS POST TOOK OVER AN HOUR TO WRITE#I REALLY. I THOUGHT IT WOULDNT GET LONG#AND THEN IT GOT LONG.#AND ITS PROBABLY COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FUCKING INCOMPREHENSIBLE TOO.#HIIIIIII#basilask#dgs from my brain
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your writing is so nice and i need to read more of your fics desperately. i really admire your speaking/typing style and such, it has good vibes in general. i can tell you're passionate about the things you care about and it's very contagious!! and lastly, your blog has old vibes... it's very nostalgic, i appreciate it, it's like coming home after a long day. i hope to talk to you more since i love fcbf and cfv too.
Me *blinks*.
so someone actually saw that post? *Blinks again.*
[inside head: i know very few people who love both FCBF and CFV, but I still can't guess who this is. Does that make me clueless? Or am I just.....*gasp* a cinnamon roll? Nope, that's probably quite self-absorbed haha.]
First, thank you for replying to my post- you made my day today! The Tumblr of my mutuals has been pretty inactive, so I've been rolling around on my bed like a hamster in depression ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ
Answering this post may be the highlight of my time here so far. Frankly, I'm a bit needy tbh - I love user engagement and knowing that someone cares to remember what I've been posting!
Although I have no idea who you could be, I can say with 200% certainty that I would love to talk to you more. PM me anytime, tag me anytime, I'm always up for it- if you're willing to drop me your username too, I'll try and get in touch with you as well!
I'm extremely gratified to hear that you like my fics! I think I reblogged a Neil Gaiman quote on this blog before that pretty much attests to how I feel.
"making art is akin to sending out bottles with messages in them into the sea."
"and now, the bottles are coming back."
Yours is the first bottle I've gotten on Tumblr, and THAT. That is a milestone for me. It's so encouraging to know that you value my writing, that someone is taking the time to flip through the online pages of rhetoric and prose I type out at random times, that someone is looking forward to seeing more of these pages.
It's almost as if I'm making a small promise with that person, that makes me feel just a little less alone. I'll do my best to continue producing fics :D
Also, I'm glad I passed your vibe check! I do try my best to reread my typing to make sure I don't inadvertently offend anyone, so I'm pretty relieved to hear that I have succeeded....to some extent. ᕙ( ~ . ~ )ᕗ
Besides that, I'm
Exultant.
To know that my passion is contagious. This is the sort of contagion that's good, right? Healthy, obsessive contagion that inspires one to spend their nighttime scrolling through Tumblr till 6 am instead of sleeping....good contagion indeed, for my mental state if not for my physical health.
That said, I'll probably try and coax my passion into a better sleep schedule too.
And last but not least - my blog brings up nostalgia for you?
Hmm. That may or may not be a product of how I constantly skate through the timeline of Tumblr, reblogging posts that are years old.
Tee-hee. 🌟
Like coming home after a long day.... I'm positively flattered to receive such a compliment. Old is gold, right? Speaking honestly, I'm truly happy that my blog brings back good memories for you.
Let's talk some more sometime soon 💕💖🥰
#thanks for the ask!#thanks anon!#cfvanguard#cfv#cardfight!! vanguard#future card buddyfight#response#neil gaiman quotes#I'm clingy lol sorry#just forgive this penguin
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Uh hi. I've never done something like this before but all I wanted to do is that I wanted to tell you how incredible your works are. It's amazing and tbh it makes me inspired to try make works of my own which probably won't go well since I lack the courage and motivation. I'm sorry for what happened to you earlier with that person being so quick to assume but overall I just hope you're all cooled down from what happened earlier. That's all, I just came here to tell you that. I hope you're doing okay and healthy both physically and mentally/emotionally? . Also as a reminder, pls remember to stay hydrated and eat at least something don't starve ahaha. Uh yeah anyways hope you for the best. 💕💗
-Anon 💙 (uh I've never done this before so pls don't uh mention my mistakes if there's any. I didn't reread this—)
Hi hi pretty! ٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶
Tags : talks abt depression, mentions of coping mechanisms, and basically the reason why i started writing here
Thank you so much for reading my works! You have no idea how much it means to me to know that i inspired someone to write; even if my image isn't looking the best rn- but that's one of the faces of being a writer of any kind.
As for the writing part. So, I've been on tumblr for over four years, reading for the first three and posting things in the past one. The first post i made was a post regarding a Bakugou work and it was nsfw. I was really scared cause it was the first time i had done something so bold and i lacked the courage for it but i really wanted to get my work out there. and cause i was determined to, i decided that i was gonna do it. it wasn't the best back then cause i had no sense of a writing style- and now that i think about it my writing style was cringe. i have the mind to take those works down, but that is a sign of how much i worked to get here. from barely making a 100 likes, i made 200, crossed 300 and so on and have a lot of followers as well.
but for me it was never about the likes or followers i got, it was all about what i wanted to do and there is a whole list of that - some of them being that i wanted to make something self indulgent (yes i still read my tears, your comfort esp aiku's part before sleeping on bad days and i'm making more works) or could be because i wanted to get an opinion out here as a way of expressing myself; but most of all it was creating content for you guys. Cause i know a lot of people comfort on tumblr. and when i wasn't doing so well in my later teen years, i took to tumblr to comfort cause it was healthy coping mechanism - and reading things here had always made my day. and i wanted to do that for someone.
I know that the first move always seems scary, there will be trips and stumbles along the way, there will be times when you feel sad about not getting likes or the drop in followers or have a rivaling author/ writer, times when you have your idea stolen- as it has happened with me before. but that shouldn't stop you; now my writing is purely for the purpose of self satisfaction and the itch of writing an idea that can make someone's day.
That's my motivation and rather than forcing an idea, it is best to let it come to you naturally and taking your time with it. Enjoy writing the fic and it really shows in your work. don't sweat the details, that comes with the more you practice. and if you need advice or writing tips come over to my side blog or ask away here. I'd be happy to help! (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)
As for how i'm doing? kinda sleepy. Happens when i'm emotionally stressed out or having my blood boil from something someone said. As for the anon, i got one sentence : jumped to conclusions too early and even tried to interrogate me And since i wasn't having any of it, cause i don't have to prove myself to anyone, i deleted it - like this person doesn't even know me and were quick to assume things abt me; and decided to sleep over the fic and move onto the next best thing - making more fics and enjoying it cause i am not gonna let someone behind an anon affect me ꒰✿ˊᗜˋ ꒱ ‹3
I had a sub sandwich with water and listened to ice cream by heiakim to cheer myself up ૮ ෆ ´ ˕ ` ෆ ა
i know this thing isn't permanent and it shall pass- but thanks for dropping in! Do you want an anon in case you want to come back an just rant or talk? whatever you want really ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡
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He compartido 6851 publicaciones este 2022
¡Son 159 más que en 2021!
76 publicaciones originales (1 %)
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#but soon i realized i could just take the jeans off and just sleep in underwear so i started doing that when it happened after that hahah
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He made me go to pity but I GOT HIM! 🎉🎉🎉
I'm working on a drawing of him lately, I'll try to finish it soon as celebration~ Or at least finish it before the event ends xD
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I was about to sleep but got hit with depressing sad thoughts....
Hopefully I can push them down and fall asleep 😢
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I usually don't post much of my random happenings here buuuuut
MY SON CAME HOME!!!
It only took 40 pulls, I was blessed 🙏🙏🙏 I'm now working on a drawing to thank him for coming ♡
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Twst questions
I was tagged by @deeva-arud here, but the post was getting long so I decided to answer them in a new one. I hope that's ok!
Here we go:
Would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)
Mmm… maybe a lioness beastwoman??
If we're being actually realistic it would be a simple human but we're having fun here hahah
Would you be at rsa or nrc?
I don't really fit completely in either, but since RSA would be to stuck up, probably NRC.
What dorm would you belong to?
Ignihyde, but I refuse.
I wish it were Savanaclaw, but I won't be xD
What character(s) would you be best friends with?
I would probably get along best with Rook? And Epel too. I'd probably get along with Cater and Kalim too, even if they'd be too extroverted for my poor introverted soul hahaha
Also… Trey too. He seems nice to hang out with.
What character(s) would you hate?
Well, I already can barely stand Idia and Azul without knowing them in person… so probably them lol
What character(s) would you date?
Well, the dream would be Vil, but he wouldn't like me back xDDD So maybe Leona or Ruggie??
None of them would like me back tho hahaha
What would Floyd’s nickname be for you?
I am so bad at thinking this stuff, but my friend Sha always associates me with sharks, so we'll go with that one even if Floyd would not give me that one in a million years XDD
And Rook’s?
Again, really bad at these. Maybe something like "Dame verte"??
What twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)
Jamil, definitely.
Which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?
All the Sciency ones, Biology, Potions, Alchemy…
What club would you join?
Mountain Lover's Club.
Maybe also drop in the Light Music Club sometimes~
How do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?
I'd just have a normal quiet life. Just minding my own business at school, not really trying too hard not lazying too much (let's go with that xD). Just a normal person from a normal background hahaha
[Optional!] What would your unique magic be?
Nothing really specific comes to mind, but some kind of healing magic, for sure~
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I've been using Riddle and Azul's double duo a lot for the training camp battles and they're so op 🙏
Azul's card is my friend Milka's card~ I couldn't pass these battles without her 😌
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Hello Hanyi how are you? Hope that everything is okay and that your days are happy 🩷 You are a huge inspiration to me and I admire you so much. I wanted to ask for your advice or maybe for you to just read this, i need to tell this. How do you find inspiration for a new project (gifset)? Where do you usually find it and what things motivate you? I'm feeling really sad and unmotivated because my sets have less notes every time 😿 the last few reblogs on my sets are self reblogs. I know not everybody has to like what I do, and that I should do it for myself. But one of the main reasons I do gifs is to share, and for the other people to enjoy too. But my last three sets haven't reach 200 notes, the last ones not even 100. It's been weeks since someone reblogged from me, i'm just so sad, gifs is the way i found to express myself and I don't wanna lose that.
hello! I'm doing okay! questioning my life and what I'm doing with it, but what's new (ノ= ⩊ = )ノ
I don't know what to say besides thank you; I'm hardly the most encouraging or talented or patient person around here, and I'd never think I'd be a source of inspiration or admiration for anyone. it really made my day when I saw that!
a lot of (if not most of) the time, I get inspired by other creations I see here! I tag things that inspire me in different ways (layout, concept, typography, quote, etc.), and sometimes when I know I want (or need) to make something but have no idea what to do, I just go back to those tags and trawl around and pray something hits me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ a lot of people here are unbelievably talented and I'd kill for even an ounce of that (tbvh it's kind of embarrassing the extent to which I learn from and get inspired by other people, really most of the stuff I make aren't original original)
please, please don't get discouraged! I definitely feel that tumblr in recent days has gotten a lot more... disheartening, in terms of response. when I first started making gifsets a couple of years back in the thick of the plague, it was so much easier to get a really good response and a high note count even though the quality of my stuff back then was absolute trash. these days, getting even over 100 seems like a miracle, let alone 200. it's all the tougher since I rarely do scene-only gifsets as shows air (it bores and stresses me out at the same time), and it's painful and disheartening that complicated edits tend to do worse than scene-only sets, even though they take a lot more time and effort to do.
and you're right! at this point, despite this, I'm doing it mostly for myself too, and I've learned to brush it off and not check back at the notes at all. these days, it kinda feels like I'm tossing my posts into the wide world and after I schedule my self-reblogs, they're just out there fending for themselves (ノ°∀°)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆
I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me, because it did, and sometimes, it still does. but I try to focus more on the few people who appreciate and enjoy the things I make, no matter how few they are in number, and it really, really makes my day when they leave nice comments in the tags, no matter how few notes that set gets ( ´ ꒳ ` )
I don't regret learning how to make and edit gifs, because it has been an outlet for me to express myself as well and I've met a lot of new people through it. but as much as I'd love to encourage you to continue pushing yourself and learning new skills, it's good to also take a break for a little while if the responses gets too disheartening; I'm trying to slow down as well (I haven't been getting much response these days either anyway) and take the chance to spend some of my life outside tumblr and photoshop. maybe, it would help and be a little breather, instead of abandoning this hobby completely just because of the poor response you're getting, which I really hope you wouldn't do especially if it's something that you enjoy and find meaning in
I'm not sure if this will help in any way, but I hope it does give you some solace that what you're experiencing is not something that's happening to you alone; I've seen so many posts by content creators here (gifmakers and editors alike) about how response is getting more and more lacklustre despite all their effort, and the general lack of motivation >_< as disheartening as it is, it makes me all the more appreciative of the things that the people who remain do and the communities that we've fostered here.
if anything, please feel free to tag me in the things you make and I'll be happy to help reblog them (though it might take a while because I run on a queue and it usually takes ~10 days to show), and hopefully that might help give a little boost to your sets └(＾＾)┐ press on! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
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