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isaacathom · 1 year

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ds9 time, s2e13

bashir and obrien time. i like their dynamic. theyre a fun duo. again, half the fun is that obrien doesnt like him all that much and bashir is at best ambivalent to that fact or at worst completely obvlious.

im familiar with the summary of this episode and even with that knowledge i dont quite know where this is going

like. okay. he goes 'all the information must be destroyed' and thats going to involve memory of this incident, which is going to cause. problems? because itll also remove all memories of this cooperation, i assume. is that where we're going? are they gonna kidnap my boys as part of this.

"i suppose another day won't kill me" the line read on that is painfully unsubtle, thank you obrien

oh when the summary said memory it meant with more like, violence. ohp fuck we've sentenced obrien to death thats deeply unfortunate

oh we're pulling some shit. im intrigued!

im not looking forward to when the shoe drops re: the harvester, as someone who loathes medical shit.

oh this is gonna be full 'get along tshirt' behavior but its 'were stuck in a bunker'

i always think its sweet in these episodes when everyone takes the deaths of their officers so seriously, so sincerely. like its just very sweet. i say this like ive seen a lot but i know theres been a few, in tng at least? like 80% sure. sisko really sells it because he looks fucking devastated.

bashir please stop being heterosexual the man has a job to do

oh shit bashir lore? please tell me he's not talking about dax or that alien from a couple of episodes back. also this lighting rules, its so dreamy (im not just saying that bc i think bashir's hot)

genuinely though when he says he was in love once who is he referring to.

no critique of this marriage bashir

uhoh the harvesters starting to work i dont like that one fucking iota sir

oh hey plants. botanical shit. her regular ass job.

oh this room is lit ominous as shit. oh keiko is so on the ball. this scene is sweet.

my assessment that dax is the only one who genuinely likes julian at all continues to be confirmed.

oh its actually quite sweet that quark brought them drinks for a toast. oh this toast is so cute. this rules. like its so cute in his way! i love that!!

having looked up the episode plot in order to like. settle my stomach metaphorically, the fact that keiko ends up being wrong about the coffee is hilarious to me.

obrien mimicking bashir is very cute

oh god dammit

okay good its not dax or the alien chick, its actual bashir lore, hell yeah.

something about the way bashirs fairly matter of fact when he says 'will i ever find anyone that wonderful again' hits. sells you that hes thought it a SHIT ton, almost rote.

im losing my mind out here

obrien trying doggedly to get julian to listen to him bc he thinks hes gonna die, exceptional really

nice of them to let a dying man have last words

iaaaaaaa so sweet

i love that bashir is so achingly sincere and obriens like haha, yeah i sure did say that, (rolls eyes) exceptional.

that was a fun episode! i hate medical shit so that was an endurance but it was really fun. just like. some cute character shit.

#ds9 blogging #having a good time (except when medical drama happens)

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tacit-semantics · 2 years

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I’ve been clearing out my drafts, and this wasn’t terrible so ramblings about dialogue under the cut. fair warning, theyre extremely disjointed, completely unresearched, and based entirely off the personal experiences/observations of someone whose highest literary education was a 12th grade english class where the teacher routinely spent half the time talking about his divorce (which was ugly by the way! Very ugly actually. It was BAD). Anyways, it’s Directly From the Brain hours.

ok so i've been writing a jake pov fic and i mentioned at some point that while i didn't have a decent vocab to draw from for her character voice, i felt that i could approximate it, which i don't think is incorrect, exactly- for the fic, i'd say that while it's recognizable as jake, it's nowhere near perfect, or even particularly ideal. That said, I was curious about why it was that even as it was somewhat off the mark it was still recognizable (to some degree) and so i'm just gonna try to hash it out with myself and probably hit on some common knowledge in the process

So there are 2 major components to dialogue, right: the vocabulary, and the speech patterns (sentence structure, occasional vocal or verbal quirks). Jake is characterized by an anachronistic, eclectic vocabulary (that I interpreted as being picked up from her movies- more on that later), as well as somewhat clunky but still natural-feeling (for him) sentences (in writing specifically- vocal communication is a different beast, both in writing and in general), interspersed with more glaringly modern or casual vocab/quirks im assuming they picked up from their friends and from other media as well of course these things don’t exactly occur in a vacuum. But that is not my point

Anyways, this particular style of contrast is common in several forms- i use it TONS for rose for example, as she intentionally projects her speech as pretentious and verbose, and cutting that with less formal speech can either make for a good punchline or a moment of character insight, etc etc. Of course theres a difference there in that rose intentionally projects pretension as a means to an end (as in she wants to be interpreted a certain way), whereas for jake this is just his natural way of speaking. It's not an assertion or a statement; it simply is. so i think the issue that i was running into was that while ive got the mix-and-match style of speech down (i find tonal dissonance to be the funniest fucking thing on earth, ive been writing it into every fic i could since i was like 16 , so i'm relatively familiar with it in both humorous and non-humorous contexts), and the intent behind it is less the projection of rose or dirk and more along the lines of what i do for kanaya, actually (as in, less immediate projection), it fell short in that i couldn't bring the other half home.

which is a bit anticlimactic, honestly, but from the looks of it what happened is that I got the patterns but not the vocab, and then from there the occasional (clunky) use of antiquated slang clued in that yeah, this is supposed to be jake. Also, there's the fact that I didn't go in and try to smooth out the more awkward turns of phrase; im very prone to those myself, which made my life a little easier, but in the context of jake, it's a matter of her speech patterns also being somewhat awkward, i think. That’s not the right word. Not awkward as in she struggles when writing them out, but awkward as in clunky, sort of??????? I’m big on rhythms in writing and I broke a lot of them is what I’m saying

This is all extremely affectionate, by the way. I'm worried that I'm coming across a little harsh- I am often told I come across as blunt when it is very much not my intention- so im gonna add that this is partially based off of personal experience. See, authorial intent aside, I interpreted Jake's speech patterns as being heavily influenced by his media consumption- as in, he's mimicking, and as someone who does the same exact thing I can say that on occasion there's a bit of a disconnect, so to speak. Jake (and I) fall into the trap of basing our speech off of media dialogue when media dialogue is meant to serve a means to an end, and that end is very rarely sounding natural by normal conversational standards. happens to the best of us. Also jake is pretty heavily neurodivergent-coded, and while this isn't handled well like, at all, i do use it to influence my characterization of him. Then again, I'm neurodivergent and literally have no idea how neurotypical people think and honestly even if i could mimic it i don't think id want to, so. make of that what you will.

#writing tag #i don’t know if this makes any sense at all historically I do not make sense to other people #the connections that I think exist do not in fact always exist. this is as much a problem as it’s not

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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fleeting kisses

request from @call-me-koi - OMGOMGOMG I HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT. how about xiao and albedos s/o just giving them a quick kiss in the cheek as a thank you??? Especially after they helped them with something and reader just kisses their cheek and go back to what theyre doing?? How would they react and would they try to get another kiss on the cheek!? Headcanons plz ^^

a/n - hnnnghgh this is ADORABLE :D is xiao's a bit longer than i intended? perhaps, but shushhhhh

pairings (separately!) - albedo, xiao x gender neutral reader

word count - 2017

genre - fluff

format - headcanons

warnings - none!

summary - (see request)

content under the cut!

albedo had it all set up: a quiet afternoon basking in the sun by the glowing windowpane in the company of his parchment sketchpad and quill.

to top it all off, you sat in another plush chair perpendicular to his, a novel in hand and a smile on your face

you'd positioned yourselves so at least one of your hands were free and settled for intertwining them on the dark, cherry wood side table that separated him from you

he sat in comfortable silence, only the slight scratches from the fine tip of his quill and your rustles of pages disrupting the soft quietness

he hadn't registered your calls at first but snapped his head up when you loosened your grip on his hand

"is something the matter?" he moved to secure your hand in his and looked at you quizzically

"no not at all! there's just something in my novel that i wasn't sure about, would you mind having a look?" albedo sat up and set aside his sketchbook and quill

"not at all, come." he gestured for you to move closer with a slight tug of your intertwined hands

you obliged and rose from your seat, electing to perch yourself on the arm of his chair

he took the book from your hands and skimmed his eyes over the passage you pointed to

"ah yes, i see why you might be confused by this. it's an ancient practice, the author must be very intelligent in historical content."

albedo ran his slender finger over words that knotted your brain and unraveled your confusion bit by bit

by the time he finished, you were practically an expert in the historical practice depicted in your book

"that should sum it up, i take it you understand now?" you nodded enthusiastically, eyes fixated on the passage in your hands

"you make it so easy to understand." you hummed, smiling down at him

you rose from the armrest and he assumed you'd go sit back down

instead, you leaned down and softly pecked him on the cheek, brushing the cold tip of your nose on his warm cheek for only a brief moment

"thanks bedo! i probably wouldn't have understood that if you didn't explain it to me." you giggled sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck

albedo however, was far too caught up in trying to fight back the enormous blush that threatened to erupt on his cheeks

he raised his ungloved hand to the part of his cheeks where your lips had been only seconds prior

the area seemed to hum against his palm, and suddenly he wanted more of it

unfortunately for him, you'd already sat down and delved nose-deep back into your novel, hand outstretched to return to the position you'd been in prior

instead of reaching for your hand, albedo instead rose from his chair and mimicked your earlier position, this time resting on the arm of the chair you sat in

you looked up at him, puzzled but not bothered

"is something wrong?" you asked, noticing the pink that tinged his cheeks right away

"nothing in particular. say, do you need...more clarification on this topic here?" he pointed to a passage which you then ran your eyes over.

"...hmmm, i mean i suppose so but-"

he interrupted you by beginning to delve into the topic (one which you were already sort of familiar with), but you listened nonetheless

once he finished, he looked at you expectantly with what you could only describe as puppy dog eyes—if he had a tail it would have been wagging back and forth

"i see now! it's much more clearer when you describe it like that." you smiled warmly and raised one of your hands to cup the side of his face

instead of receiving the thing he wanted most, albedo dejectedly sighed when you retracted your hand and resumed reading

he hovered over your shoulder for a tad longer, eyes scanning over the words that lined your page diligently and quickly

you looked up at him, confusion written all over your face, but he seemed to pay it no mind, more fixated on the contents of the book

"do you want to know about the origins of this word?" albedo placed his index finger over a certain word and looked towards you with what seemed like a stoic face

"...albedo are you asking me if i want to know about the origins of the word flower?"

"yes, it's quite fascinating actually-"

"albedo," you teased, the ends of your lips quirking up into a smirk, "i think i know what flower means, but what's going on? you know i'd come to you for help if i needed it, right?" you set your book down and raised both your hands to cup his face

bashfully, he turned away from your gaze and placed one of his hands over yours before clearing his throat

"a-admittedly i quite enjoyed your...kiss, i was hoping if i was of assistance to you again i'd receive another one."

you bit your tongue to suppress the flurry of giggles that threatened to spill past your lips and squished his rosy cheeks

"well if you wanted kisses all you had to do was ask silly!" you giggled and placed a swift, chaste kiss on his nose

before you could pull away, his hands swept to cup your own face and caught your lips in an innocent, sweet kiss that sent sugar spiraling through your veins

you felt his lips pull into a smile as they moved against yours, savoring each and every moment

breathless, you pulled away first and leaned in once more to press a kiss to his cheek just like the one from earlier

"if i knew you liked cheek kisses so much i would have done them more often sooner." you smile and pet his hair lovingly

albedo looked away, cheeks flushed and unable to meet your teasing gaze

it seemed like his plans for a quiet afternoon had gone belly up, but he wouldn't have had it any other way

most days xiao found himself in the company of monsters, evil beings, and the occasional stray cat that perched itself on wanshu inn's counter

today however was...odd, at least to him

"xiao honey you've gotta let go of the kite so it can fly into the sky."

he scowled down at the contraption in his hands: a winged seafoam green crane paper kite tethered to a fine, silk twine wrapped around a wooden spool

it had been your idea to come join the local children in qingce village to fly kites, and he'd begrudgingly accompanied you because archons forbid you get injured while flying kites of all things

"i don't understand this...mortal contraption. what purpose does it serve?" you giggled and took the spool from his hands, unraveling some of the twine

"y'know not everything has to serve a useful purpose, some things are just fun to do! look around you," you gestured with your head over to a small group of children who were eagerly trying to get their brightly colored kites up into the sky, "i think you'll like this, it's fun!"

he didn't seem too convinced, but that didn't stop you from getting your hopes up

you exchanged the spool in your hands for the actual kite, eager to see it soar high in the air

"alright, let's give this a shot!" you gripped the kite in both your hands and took off sprinting down the grassy plains

xiao awkwardly stood in place, unsure of what to do as he watched you galivant joyously, the paper of the kite beginning to flutter with the wind

he heeded your instructions to hold onto the spool as your hands finally let go of the kite

he watched in awe as the kite ascended higher and higher...

...and then subsequently fell into the leafy branches of a nearby tree

"awww i thought we had enough wind for sure!" you pouted, looking up at the trapped kite with frustrated eyes

you jogged back over to xiao, who still looked perplexed and only stared in disbelief at the now pitiful looking crane kite nestled in the tree

"is this what mortals do for fun?" you snorted and shook your head

"i hate to ask you this when i'm supposed to be teaching you how to fly kites, but would you mind getting the kite out of the tree?" you looked at him with those adorable eyes of yours, and who was he to say no to his beloved?

he mumbled out a "sure" and padded over to the base of the trunk after handing the spool to you

elegantly, he ascended the bark with minimal effort almost as if he were floating (you couldn't help but laugh as some of the children had gathered around the tree to watch xiao basically fly to the top to grab the kite)

xiao plucked the kite from its leafy restraints and hopped back down, landing in front of the small crowd on steady feet

"here's your...contraption." he eyed his from all angles before handing it back to you.

"thanks xiao!" you beamed, and swiftly pressed a kiss to his cheek as thanks

he felt his body seize up, just a few mere moments of your lips on his skin sent firey aftershocks rippling through his veins

his gloved hand found a way up to the kiss mark on his cheek, a furious blush painting itself across his face

"xiao? come on let's go try again! we'll lose the wind at this rate." you tugged at his hand, blissfully unaware of his dazed state

xiao huffed and raised his free hand. wisps of anemo formed at his fingertips

"must you forget i am an adeptus, an anemo adeptus at that. no wind will be lost." he muttered, grabbing the kite from your hands and marching ahead

within seconds and a lift of his hand, the crane kite and all the surrounding kites held by the stubby little hands of the village children swished high up into the air, strong gusts of wind cradled them gently and swung them back and forth

the children cheered as they began to eagerly guide their paper kites amidst the swirling winds

he watched out of the corner of his eye as you stared up at the sight in awe

"xiao you're incredible! i had no idea you could do that!" you marveled, gazing around at all of the other kites

he looked at you with narrowed eyes, handing the string of the kite over to you

"here, take it." xiao turned his face away from you and crossed his arms. you however, seemed privy to his innermost thoughts and didn't fail to notice the bright red that stained his cheeks

"hey what's wrong? are you catching a fever?" you frowned, stepping closer to him to place the back of your knuckles on his forehead

he shied away from your touch, unable to look you in the eye. his face grew redder and redder, hot to the touch

"it's nothing for you to be concerned about..." he mumbled.

you huffed and placed your thumb under his chin, turning his face so he had no choice but to look at you

"are you embarrassed about the kiss i gave you?" you teased, a sly smile snaking its way onto your lips

"no, such acts of folly have no effect on me." he sneered, eyes looking everywhere but directly towards you

you giggled and stepped towards him, sneaking a kiss onto his ruby red cheek

"don't be silly, you're redder than an apple and it's absolutely adorable." you cooed, poking his cheek with your index finger.

"hmm, if you fly more kites with me i'll give you another kiss, how about it?" xiao didn't reply but to you his answer was obvious based on the way his mouth slackened and his eyes widened a size or two

least to say, xiao now knows how to fly a kite and would never wash his right cheek again

date published: june 11th, 2021

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #genshin albedo #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #genshin xiao #luce writes stuff

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9834598435559458587 · 6 years

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any patience/tolerance i had for a/c*e people who think theyre oppressed died when i found out none of them even know what oppression means

#slashes and asterisks because i dont want losers in my messages #like they literally go off of what they hear actual oppressed groups talk about #and then assumed a definition based on that and then go around mimicking those oppressed groups and playing a role its annoying #and purely based on that you can tell they dont do research or know jack shit abt half the stuff they talk about #its the same for literally every other group of people who think theyre oppressed but actually aren't

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aquagustd · 2 years

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🐇 anon here! thanks so much for replying! im not gonna lie to you, i read lots of books and lots of fics and this sort of build up is super fun for me! i love talking about this and i appreciate u making this so exciting. im constantly thinking about new hie theories i swear its always on my mind. ill literally be mopping the floors at my job and im like 📌🤔✍🏻😧⁉️ two things that got me stuck today....

in the beginning, there was a narrator introducing oc and jk's relationship and u said that will be later revealed in the story. not sure if u remember that hehe but i think it was in the description of fast forward. anyways! i think its either yoongi or tae. yoongi seems to be someone who knows the most about jk and oc as a couples and as individuals. its weird how hes so involved but also?? whos side are u on my guy? and i only say tae because im already assuming that jk had to have known him from back then. maybe tae had a rep in the streets? maybe he knew already about oc and jk, so thats why hes so overprotective so fast? i think theyre standoffish and when the love triangle truly sets the truth will be revealed 🤙🏻 which every love triangle theres got to be a rivalry of some sort! they know what the other got up his sleeve type thing. idk maybe tae is just being his sweet self and jk is an ass now :/ just something i wanted to point out because its lingering in my mind. tae and jk always share unreadable looks 🥴

ANOTHER THING???? i wonder what happened to jk's mother 😳 was jk the original junho? was jk robbed of a normal life due to his father always getting into trouble? im not sure, but the scene with oc meeting tae's mother it really triggered some thoughts.... hmm..... thats probably a stretch but i can totally see jk mimicking tactics his father used in order to become a stone cold man suited for the job. i think jk is acting like a different man bc he is convinced it is the life he is meant to live, which is sad. he resents oc deeply for not blindly following him anymore. is that love? i do think they sincerely loved each other and still do but maybe theyre just used to dysfunction so it probably cannot be longterm. when u see enough shit in ur everyday life u can become calloused over time. then again he is actively bein an asshole booooooo make ur relationship work!!!! 🍅 ✊🏻💢 i just dont know how i feel like i know so much but so little 😭

awww 🥺 idk it just made me smile knowing that hie is on your mind when you’re at work haha. & yeah ! the narrator at the beginning of fast forward still has to be revealed. it could be yoongi — given that he knows everything about oc & jk. orr tae bc he might know jk from then?👀 we haven’t really seen them interact before except for the looks they share !! so it could be possible.

OMG JKS MOM??? 😳 the theory about him sort of wanting to be like his dad to junho if she isn’t in the picture 🤌🏻 big brain bunny. there’s so much we still need to learn 😫 like we know about oc’s relationship with her parents (& the fact that they disowned her bc she was w jk etc) but we don’t know much about jk’s parents & even tae’s dad (except that he’s 💀) sooo you have some valid points !!

#what was jks childhood like 🥲#fic: hie #squishies #hie: theories #🐇 anon

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m4rkiza · 3 years

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another headcanon

this feels like a fanfiction but anyway,

leon and raihan is a pretty healthy couple.when theyre in the middle of an argument,if one raise their voice just a bit,the other backs off and suggest to take a few hours,even days to cool down, and then talk about it when theyre calm and is able to think straight to avoid unwanted events.

and currently theyre in the middle of an argument,theres a rising problem in the league,and them being the top trainers with equally great intelligence, theyre expected to solve it

theyve been arguing because when theyre discussing about how to solve it,theres a ...quite serious disagreement , which led into a debating session,so they decide to have time to think about it by themselves instead of discussing about it,just for a day or two.

but theres another problem rising,which came from a different source, a pokemon breeding centre,theres some issue with dragon type pokemon,leon expect raihan to be the only person whos expected to help,but because leon has 2 on his team,he was asked to help raihan. sadly he cant decline the request.

theyre in the middle of their “argument” but that doesnt matter of course,since both got an email to help the breeder to solve the pokemon breeding issue,they push their personal problems aside and try to discuss about it,which sadly led into another debating session. both decide to stop and sit down

raihan lets out a sigh “3 days?”

“..sure i guess” leon answer hesitantly,both actually cool off easily and they certainly dont need 3 days to just cool down and think. 3 days without raihan is too long afterall,but leon assume that maybe,he had pushed the wrong buttons and just agree to avoid another conflict,which wont happen.he knows raihan, but he rather not

raihan tilts his head “you look hesitant, 2 days maybe? ive already set up papers to solve the other problem we had,so i guess 2 days is enough,how about you?”

leon looks up to raihan, “i already figure out yesterdays solution too, so... 2 days? then we discuss about the league issue,then suggesting it to the staff?”

raihan nodded “yes,then we discuss about this and gave the result to the pokemon breeding centre”

leon agrees, finally,an agreement.

the next day comes, leon suddenly has an appointment out of nowhere,oleana certainly didnt tell him about this,and now,leon is sorrounded by hellspawns.

hes in the local kindergarten,which is not bad, but this kindergarten hits different,leon has lost count of kids whos trying to stole his cap and pull his cape off. heck,even one kid almost peed on him.

once hes free from hell,he really wants to reunite with raihan,but theyre on their...relationship break? he doesnt even know what its called because its really rare for them to argue.

but because leon is on the edge of bursting out,he decide to just,take a quick shower to make himself look presentable,and flew to hammerlocke

he arrives at the gym, walking through the hall,being guided by one of the gym trainer,to raihans office. his eyes is already glassy with tears.

he entered raihans office, raihan is there, sitting on the couch with paperworks,he move his head to meet leon,eyes wide when he see a familiar purple hair

“leon? do you want to discuss it now? ive cooled down and i al-”

leon lets out a mewl,a sad one. which surprises raihan. raihan stared at him,brows furrowing,he noticed leons golden eyes were glistening “wait-” he got up,walks his way to leon “dandelion,darling” oh how leon has been craving to be called that, “whats wrong? did i do something-”

“i had a surprise appointment today” leon croak out “i- oleana didnt told me about it-” did he just sob? “i wasnt prepared and we went to a fucking place filled with tiny demonic creatures” he leans in to raihans comforting touch “worst than giratina and darkrai, id prefer to hang out with them rather than those- those kids” leons sobs got more violent “they- they were trying to stole my champion hat and tried to pull of my cape,which almost choked me,dragon”

raihan concerns starts to grow faster when leon called him dragon,since leon only use that particular nickname when he feels unsafe or when hes super stressed out.

“i- i almost cried in place, i was tired for- figuring out the solutions and we had 2 debate in a span of one week, we, we rarely argue dragon,” leons grip on raihans arm got tighter,”those kids” raihan can see pure fear in leons eyes “hit the spot,one- one of them almost peed on me raihan,im glad one of the teacher grab them fast enough,i wouldnt know what id do if that actually happened”

raihan hold leon tight,then make him to sit down on the couch, leon didnt let go of raihan when raihan wanted to take a cup of water, he asked raihan to stay and hold him more, raihan cant blame him,that kindergarten IS basically hell and he doesnt understand how the teacher can withstand those tiny demons, this week has been hectic too,he cant blame leon really,he felt bad about initiating one of the debates but,i guess that doesnt matter anymore when theyve found the solutions.

leon is now on his lap,hugging raihan by the shoulder sobbing quietly. all raihan can do is hugging leon back,making sure he feels safe.

after the sobbing had died down,raihan asks leon

“lee?baby?” raihan calls out, leon lets out a mumble, “let me handle the pokemon breeding issue yeah? its about dragon type afterall,i can do it myself,im just gonna take your typed out suggestions and take care of it by my own,about the league issue,lets just combine our solution and come with a neutral conclusion, is that okay darling? or do you want to discuss about it tomorrow? we can stay in my place if you want”

leon slowly repositioned his body to face raihan,he nodded “yeah, okay,ill let you take care of the breeding centre,but dont overwork yourself raihan, about the league,lets just combine our solutions,it does feels irresponsible though,they expect us-”

“leon,my dearest,lets think about YOU for awhile,the league aint shit,my love,how do you feel about it?” raihan cuts off

“...i..personally,i dont want too..” leon looks down, he wants to give the best for the league,but raihan is right,he needs to prioritize himself just for tonight,so he can give the best to the region tomorrow morning

“there you go,now- let me just-” raihan proceed to carry leon, as if hes a baby,leon just dont give a single fuck at this point,he just want to sleep like a rock for 8 hours,he leaned and put his head near raihans neck,looping his arm around raihans shoulder tighter,hes grateful raihan is big and strong enough to carry a 80kg bulky man like he is

“dragon,love” leon mumbled right next to raihans ear, “im..sorry i initiated the breeding center debate,i .. i shouldnt even argue with you,you knew so much more”, raihan kissed leons head, “no worries baby,i dont mind,you are a bit...selfish sometimes,but its okay,its not like im far from that either,since im the one who started to argue about the league issue,despite me not knowing much about it,im sorry about that too”

leon answered “so we good?”

raihan smiled, “always been”

leon hugged raihan tighter and closed his eyes,trusting his dragon that he will take care of him,when leon opened his eyes,hes already in a familiar place,raihans apartment,to be more specific,hes on the bed,wearing one of raihans t-shirt and...his own pajama pants? raihan is currently putting socks on his left feet,raihan noticed that his prince has woke up, “go back to sleep,ill keep you safe,i wont let rose or oleana to put their hands on you” leon looked at him “but how about you?im not gonna have a day off tomorrow if youre not sitting next to me,whats the point of a single day off if 1 of my favorite person isnt there next to me?”

raihans got surprised “wait how did you know i told them to give you a day off?” leon smiled “instinct”

raihan chuckled while crawling to the bed,setting himself next to leon, “i didnt enter hell today so i dont need one” he teased, leon hugs raihan by the waist,giving it a firm grip “raihan my precious dragon, love,sweetheart,im begging you to stay, please,im not fully sane yet,i need you to keep me on the ground,and dont commit a genocide,raihan pleaaase,do your work at home-” raihan cuts him off “no! you’d help me with it! you need to rest,prince!” raihan answered with a laugh, leon tighten his grip “but i need you! how can you leave me alone and insane like this! how dare you!” leon said,mimicking his voice to sound like a dramatic damsel in distrest

raihan obeys,of course he will,hes actually on the edge too,the breeders are plain out stupid and its no wonder that the dragon type mons had an issue,they shouldve put the baby on HIS breeding center instead,he knows well about it anyway,who the heck brought the baby dragons there?! not to mention how they act like they know more than raihan,the dragon tamer,the only certified dragon type specialist in the whole region. raihan was so fed up,the paperwork from the gym arent helping either,he got 3 helping hands and it overwhelms them all,he guess he should give the whole gym trainer just a single day break to sleep the whole day and get themselves charge. and so he did,he typed out a short email to all the gym trainers,that they will have a day off tomorrow,

leon smiled in satisfaction as raihan typed out the email on his phone,he knew raihan was close to murder someone too,,but knowing raihan,he wont take a day off if leon told him too. but raihan WILL do it,if leon beg raihan to stay with him,hes concerned about it and might talk about it, that he should prioritize himself and not his lover,but not definitely not now,nor later.someday probably.

after raihan sent the emails,he turned off the bedside lamp, and proceed he put his head on leons plump chest, “alright,nighty night prince,i love you”

leon put his hand on top of raihans head,petting it gently“night dragon,i love you too”

then they sleep.

#okay this might be a fanfiction #but i had fun !#i hope you do too #pls dont get tired of my habit #heehee #raileon #raihan x leon #kbdn #kibadan #truerivalshipping #gym leader raihan #champion leon

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headofhelios · 3 years

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Ok I am a single follower but I like hannibal tv but would enjoy ur movie thoughts I like some of the books too and have been meaning to get around to the movies 😳😳

OKAY I'M EDITING A READMORE ONTO THIS LOL I REALIZED THATS SOMETHING I CAN DO! so now my incredibly waaayyy too long answer abt my thoughts on 2002 will is under there. apologies bc this is less "movie thoughts" and more "2002 movie will thoughts" but well thats how the chips fell

GOD okay sooo for the record i am reading the red dragon book and am like 7 or 8 chapters in and full transparency im not like. enjoying it lol. the book pisses me off with its misogyny (all the women in it are either dead or it feels like you're supposed to think theyre Selfish Bitches or theyre just there for like. bizarre and uncomfortable sexual moments like the guys talking abt that woman in the elevator, or that one part of mrs. leeds diary which is like. i guess could be there to Show Her Humanity or whatever but 1. there are more ways to do that 2. the book doesnt seem particularly concerned with her humanity considering she's barely even given a first name and so far the novel hasnt seemed to disapprove of how will thinks of her as a possession of her husband) and its inconsistency with will's most important character trait or whatever (he's so intensely, extremely empathetic towards EVERYONE, even serial killers, which makes him really good at finding them! and he can never turn this off, to the point where every time he has a conversation with someone, he ends up mimicking the way they talk, even if he tries to stop! but also he never empathizes with the victims or HIS OWN FUCKING WIFE? HELLO? so it really feels less like "extremely strong empathy for everyone that he cant control" and more like "he can empathize with serial killers extremely well and also other people if we want to Make A Point in one scene instead of letting the point show through the whole book") BUT UHHH ANYWAY. MOVIE THOUGHTS. THE MOVIE THOUGHTS YOU ASKED FOR COMING RIGHT UP!

okay this is what i am worried will either 1. draw annoying tv will graham stans to my blog like flies or 2. end with me being hanged in the town square BUT. it must be said. i prefer 2002 red dragon will graham to tv will graham. and quite frankly? so far? i think 2002 red dragon will graham is better than book will graham. i cannot lie.

my reasoning: because 2002 will actually empathizes with more people than serial killers and his boss! y'know! like you'd assume someone with constant extreme empathy would! the difference between the first scene with molly in the book vs in the movie are SO striking to me now that i've read that part of the novel. in the novel he seems very... rough, i guess, and like he doesnt care about molly's worries. he doesnt seem to see things from her perspective, which especially feels like a kick to the gut because MOLLY! SEES! THINGS! FROM! HIS! PERSPECTIVE!!! she literally empathizes with him more than he does with her! what the fuck! MEANWHILE in the movie, he does seem to care about her. his assurances that he wont get too involved seem like assurances rather than him trying to get her off his back. he hugs her and tells her he loves her and i actually believe that yeah, he loves her, he knows she's worried about him, and he wants to comfort her and ease her worries. and the victims! AGAIN such a stark difference to me! in the book, will is like... uncomfortable empathizing w the red dragon, of course, but he doesnt seem to empathize with the victims all that much, ESPECIALLY not the women. he doesnt care about them. he sees them as possessions belonging to their husbands and its so fucking gross. despite already suspecting that the red dragon chooses families based on the women, he decides to waste time focusing on the husbands as a way of "asking permission to look at [their wives]." what the fuck? meanwhile in the film, he feels for the victims so much that he can barely even say that the kids were shot in bed! when he watches the tapes, he focuses on the women! because that's his fucking job!!! and we see him empathizing with them! wow!!

siiigh okay im gonna stop talking abt the book vs the movie now bc again im only like 8 chapters or so deep. but now we come to tv will vs. 2002 will, which is admittedly gonna be more subjective and part of that it bc i cant remember a whole lot of specifics from the show bc my memory is Very Bad. but anyway

let's get the shallow stuff out of the way. yes i prefer ed norton's face to hugh dancy's. call hugh dancy "gender" or whatever have your fun i support you and your right to call any blood covered man a gender but by god is that not even REMOTELY my experience. next shallow thing to get out of the way: ed norton's line delivery is like music to my FUCKING ears compared to hugh dancy's i am so sorry. like the jokes about will shaking like a damp chihuahua before taking 5 minutes to stutter out "he's killing them....... On Purpose, jack." are funny and all but christ i had SUCH a hard time watching the show bc of that im not lying. literally hearing 2002 will just say "he's not keeping them. he's eating them." nice and quick, matter of factly is better than well im actually gonna end that sentence there but you get the idea. like YESSS you little blonde bitch get to the point i love you!!!

OKAY NOW less shallow points but also less uhh idk man i just dont remember a lot of hannibal. but basically: after seeing how caring 2002 will is, i'm kind of... idk i'm just so over tv will and how abrasive and harsh he is in comparison. like i fell in LOVE with how vulnerable 2002 will is, how he feels like he cares deeply about the people around him (and honestly... idk i cant remember a moment in the hannibal tv series that made me feel the way i felt when 2002 will can't say "the kids were shot in their beds". it's like... yeah this is a guy who feels so deeply for everyone around him at all times. i believe that.) and i just dont remember getting that same feeling from tv will. i have been gently spoon fed the most excellent chocolate pudding and everything else in my memory is just a snack pack. i guess tv will has those moments (what comes to mind is when he brings gideon to hannibal's house and is crying and he says "please dont lie to me") but idk they just didnt really do for me what 2002 will does. and then their scenes with reba! wow! i rewatched the tv version after watching red dragon, bc the film version made me tear up, meanwhile the tv version i barely remembered and i wasnt sure if that was just bc of the different mindsets i was in while watching them or what. and ok i just rewatched the tv version again and like... yeah. it's the wills lol. i LOVEEE tv reba SO much she is giving everything in that scene!! she sounds so like... broken, both bc of dolarhyde's apparent suicide and bc of finding out who he was + what he was doing, she sounds so fragile and guilt ridden! she's amazing!! but will. idk. tv will's delivery just seems... idk this feels dumb to say but it sounds like writing. i admittedly LOVE the line "people who study this kind of thing say that he was trying to stop because you helped him." and his delivery there is good. but between tv "you didnt draw a freak, you drew a man w a freak on his back" and the 2002 version, the 2002 delivery seems more genuine while the tv delivery sounds rehearsed. idk overall the 2002 version of that conversation just makes me feel more? its like. idk i can feel the 2002 version gently holding my heart while the tv version is a scene that is nice in h/nnigram gifsets or w/e.

umm ok this is already suuuper long and my brain is getting a bit mushy so i'm gonna start wrapping it up lol. i'll probably compare book will and 2002 will again after i finish the book, and then i miiight rewatch hannibal, or at least parts of s3. but right now my thoughts are basically: book will is a fucking dick who has an easier time empathizing with serial killers than with his wife. tv will is a nothing girl after being so completely catered to + also idk he doesnt have the same fragility that i want from my wills now. and 2002 will is my little caramel apple. he has this delightful vulnerability and feels like he cares so much and empathizes with more people than serial killers and his boss and 4 people in a diner for one scene! 2002 will made me care about will graham! which is honestly kind of a feat!

#long post #like so so so long #my condolences anon and also anyone following me who doesnt want this on their dash #but yeah 2002 will is my booboo bear my cinnamon swirl coffeecake my little heavensent angel #and ed nortons performance made me feel more than hugh dancy's #i think ed norton does a really good job at giving his characters that kind of vulnerability and i LOVE that!!#like yeah whatever 'you're gat arent you dont you just think hes hot' sure say that but also like #have you seen him in primal fear? its a movie thats a firm Its Complicated for me but his performance is so good and he feels so vulnerable #and even in fight club and kingdom of heaven i think he gets that in there! idk i genuinely think he's a good actor #personal #red dragon #if im writing an essay i may as well put it in my tags #asks #anonymous #<- FORGOT TO ADD THOSE TAGS. anyway #EDIT: NOW FEATURING A READMORE LOL.

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emakenz · 2 years

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another fnaf post im sorry guys but im THINGKING

when the plain endoskeletons in security breach go after you, their eyes are glowing red. thats more than likely vanny controlling them like a spirit somehow, since the glamrocks (excluding freds) have the glitchtrap virus and their eyes dont glow.

with this in mind, this tells us that vanny isnt in direct control of the glamrocks, but she is for the endoskeletons, as they only have red eyes when youre spotted by them, and then of course you gotta play red light green light w the fuckers.

we know glitchtrap has control over vanny and we can assume that vanny has control over the endos. vanny has red glowing eyes so thats literally just my basis.

one thing that catches my attention though is that the daycare attendant (sun, not moon in this context) repeats "are ya havin fun yet?"over and over. im not sure when you hear vanny say it exactly but she says the same thing, she has that exact line of dialogue, which may just be her mimicking/mocking sun AND greggss, but the other thing is, moon. moon has glowing red eyes. like the endos and like vanny. from what we know, the daycare attendant is a fairly new character to the series specifically in security breach. vanessa and vanny are also fairly new. so the creation of the attendant and vanny might have been around similar times.

we can assume that glitchtrap doesnt have enough power/energy to control just one human (as there are search results mentioned in an email from some creepy guy in i think help wanted that were directed to vanessa, asking her why she had searches saying "how to control human subject" or some shit) and therefore, cant spread his control to the rest of the characters like he does vanessa. vanny is used to spread the glitchtrap virus to the glamrocks and to of course, bring back burntrap, but why wouldnt the virus be injected into the other animatronics of the building?

we see music man and the wind up tiny music men act out too, so maybe the glamrocks werent the only ones to be "infected". The security bots and mop (& map) bots are basically doing their jobs so if theyre affected by the virus, its not significant in their coding.

now i may be wrong as i may be misremembering, but i think in the secret true good ending with freddy and burntrap facing off basically, if freddy gets possessed by burntrap, his eyes glow red rather than the blue/light yellow he usually does in-game. my best guess is that since the virus just failed in freddy, burntrap had to try a different approach, possessing freds as he did vanessa, making freddys eyes red too. Maybe, red eyes are the sign of true possession of burntrap and/or vanny (burntrap couldnt install a virus in a human so he did the next best thing somehow through a vr game?? i guess he used some kind of hypnotism or true possession, throwing a part of his soul in her????) and the glamrocks worn down, somewhat normal appearances are signs of the virus. the virus breaks the bot down somehow? but freddy, he wasnt as affected by the virus as the others were

let me piece this together

Freddy glitches during the concert and has low power in the beginning of the game. he doesnt appear hostile nor does he have red eyes. as the game goes on, his suit gets more worn, but his personality doesnt get any rougher unless his charge is dead. in the true ending, if burntrap possesses freddy, he ends up with both red eyes and hostile behavior.

red eyes and targeting/violent/hostile behavior all point towards burntrap/vanny.

the rest of the glamrocks never have red eyes but they have hostile behavior throughout the whole game.

and thinking about it, with matpats theory on greg being a bot himself, let me bring this theory up which may not make much sense. vanessa.

now we can tell vannys suit isnt a springlock activated suit like springtraps, its a genuine cloth padded costume. we can compare it to the marionette/the puppet but i wouldnt say the puppet can really be evidence for any of the rest of this theory. building off of gametheirys theory on greg, what if vanessa was a bot just like greg, all built to have her life handed back to her somehow. it might not make sense since but its just something to ponder on. im so tired and i rlly wanna continue rambling abt specific details ut im sleepingndndndnd noed

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kob131 · 4 years

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'Takes away what makes them interesting to make them lgbt' Wow thats not incredibly bigoted at all. Characters no longer 'interesting' when theyre not cishet

“It’s the same reason why I take issue with the addition of mental illnesses despite the original show having them: they’re already changed so much that these things that weren’t a part of them are being shoved in and emphasized. Add in the other stuff, which affects the characters more so than these things (like the shit I mentioned with Yang): they aren’t even the characters I like anymore. They’re different, possibly similar characters wearing the RWBY characters like flesh suits.

Before you try calling me bigoted: there was this fanfic were Jaune was this hypercompetent psychologist and Yang was this insecure, suicidal girl who needed fixing by Jaune. Maybe it was good: don’t care. Jaune is not a psychologist and Yang is almost defined by her confidence and love of life. They were not Jaune and Yang.

Not to mention how self indulgent and blatant it is. They seriously had Yang get her arm ripped off by an Ursa, something Yang could easily pummel into the dust even without Aura, and have her have feelings for Weiss and get jealous of Blake to the point of assuming she was an undercover TERRORIST all to disconnect Blake and Yang. If that wasn’t the writing equivalent of jacking off in my face; I dunno what is.Also they changed canon AND THEN copied it! Seriously, they killed Jaune then ripped off one of his signature moments for Ruby.

Maybe if this stuff was done in a fanfic not mimicking the show’s canonical plotline so closely and yet changed so much: I wouldn’t care. But to expect me to buy all of this? No, no fucking way.”

The literal rest of that ask. Up to and including me seeing that shit coming from a mile away.

Any other arguments I’ve already addressed?

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dargonpoop · 4 years

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its been a WHILE since ive written any fic but i rediscovered some old stuff and figured id post it?? so. have a cute lil soriku one shot under the cut

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Pence (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Mentioned Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Beach Trip, Fluff, Pining, Yearning, Crushes, THEYRE SO CUTE, Alternate Universe - Normal Life, mentioned locations are just... normal towns, roxas and sora are twins, sora and riku are dummies but mostly sora, sora and riku are also saps but mostly riku, One Shot Summary: Sora wants to go to the beach, and Riku is a sap.

Muggy, humid days always came after rain on Destiny Island. The ground wasn't even wet anymore, as if the air had sucked all the moisture up into itself. Riku wished it would take his sweat too.

Even the shade of the tree he and Sora sat beneath provided little relief. There was no wind, only sun and water and heat. And sweat.

Sora leaned back, closing his eyes against the sun. His arm rested against Riku's, tan against white, hot and slightly sticky.

"We should go to the beach."

Riku turned his head, cheek against Sora's hair. "We practically live on a beach," he murmured, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Yeah," was all Sora replied. He absently picked at blades of grass, ripping them out of the ground one by one. Riku ached to twine their fingers together.

"If you want to go to the island—"

"No, no." Sora sat up suddenly, turning to face him. His eyes twinkled, an idea dancing behind them. "I mean another beach. Somewhere else."

"Somewhere... else?"

"Yeah!" He hummed thoughtfully, tracing patterns on the ground. "I think there's one near Twilight Town. Roxas told me about how he and Hayner, Pence, and Olette went a few weeks ago. The water there is colder than here, too. What do you think, Riku?"

Riku plucked a strand of grass off the other boy's shirt as he turned the suggestion over in his head. Why would Sora want to go to a beach in a town several miles away when they had one right here? Maybe it wouldn't be as sweaty.

"Twilight Town." He'd go with it for now. “Okay.”

Sora's face lit up. "Twilight Town it is, then!"

Riku hoped it'd be worth it.

~•~

Sora was many things, but he was decidedly not a good planner.

He congratulated himself on at least finding a way to Twilight Town in the first place. He'd managed to remember the route thanks to his visits with Roxas to see Hayner and friends. And he'd remembered to bring enough munny for gas in case they needed it—which they did—and for the train tickets.

But apparently, that was the end of his luck, he figured as he glared at the "Closed for Maintenance" sign hanging on the Central Station door. Riku stood next to him with his arms crossed, trying to hide the amusement in his eyes. It wasn't working.

Sora sighed in defeat.

"Bummer, right?"

He perked up at the familiar voice behind him. "Pence!"

"Heya," said the pudgy boy, waving a half-eaten stick of ice cream and grinning. "What're you up to? And who's he?" He pointed his stick before slipping it in his mouth.

"This is Riku," Sora introduced, hopping down the few steps from the Station doorway to be level with Pence. "Riku, Pence."

Riku nodded in greeting but stayed where he was.

"We were planning on going to the beach," Sora continued, "but.…"

"Ah, yeah. They do mandatory checks every now and then, make sure everything's in working order."

Sora deflated. He felt a twinge of guilt for dragging Riku all this way for nothing.

"Hey, don't look so down. Let me tell you a secret," Pence said quietly, leaning closer. Sora mimicked him, turning his ear, and Riku snorted behind him before turning it into a cough. Sora kicked him in the leg, gently. "See that gate over there?"

Sora followed Pence's outstretched hand to a large doorway in the corner of the lot, squinting his eyes in the sunlight. "Uh huh."

"It leads to the Underground Concourse. You see, it's this underground passageway that connects all of Twilight Town together." Pence spread his arms in demonstration. "If you know how to navigate them, you can go straight to Sunset Terrace. The trains there should be working, but I haven't checked." He stood straight again, adjusting his headband. "Better than nothing, right?"

Sora stood straight and grinned. "Thanks, Pence! You're a life-saver."

Pence sucked up the last of his ice cream. "You know it."

Riku laid a hand on Sora's shoulder. "Are you sure we'll be able to find it?"

"Oh, it's easy," Pence said before Sora could respond. "There are signs everywhere. You can't miss it."

"Yeah, we'll be fine," Sora agreed, tugging Riku's jacket playfully. "I can figure it out."

"You can figure it out? I think the word you’re looking for is we—or maybe just Riku—"

"Hey!"

Riku laughed, tilting his head back. His hair fell away from his face, and Sora found himself smiling too, leaning towards him. He took Riku's hand and tugged, catching him off guard, and shoved him towards the tunnel.

"Thanks again for the help, Pence. See ya!" he said over his shoulder, and the other boy nodded and waved as he began walking off.

"Have fun, Sora, Riku!"

~•~

By the time they finally stumbled out of the tunnels, Riku was sweating. Summer in Twilight Town was brutal. He shrugged off his jacket and hooked it around his arm, the open breeze drying his skin.

"I thought it would be cooler in there." Sora wiped his brow, leaning against a nearby lamppost. Seagulls squawked above their heads, circling just above the buildings. Sunset Terrace stood quietly, the sun casting short shadows on the alleyway road.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd actually asked for directions," Riku pointed out.

"Pence said there'd be signs!"

"Which you didn't stop to look at."

"We made it through fine either way," Sora said, waving his hand. "Next stop: the beach!"

Riku scanned the courtyard for the train station as they walked. A tram rumbled across the bridge above them.

"Look over there," he said, nodding to his left. Sora followed his gaze, past the brick steps and beyond the gate.

Sora took Riku's hand as he ran and Riku followed closely behind, warmth flooding from his palm to his arm and to the rest of his body and eventually fluttering in his stomach. The wind picked up as they bounded up the stairs, and Riku wondered what the beach here was like, if the water sounded the same and if the sand was soft, and he felt giddy with excitement like he was a kid again on another adventure with his best friend.

Well, Sora might be a bit more than that, Riku thought airily.

And then it wasn't airy, and his face heated up and he let go of Sora's hand but Sora didn't notice as he handed his munny to the old lady at the ticket counter, that stupid grin on his face like always. The sun seemed to wrap around his body, setting his tan skin aglow and his spiky hair on fire, and now Riku wondered how Sora would look with his shirt off and his hair wet with sea water. How Sora's skin would feel against his own.

He erased those wonderings, scribbling them out of his mind before they wandered into dangerous territory.

Sora turned and handed Riku his ticket, his sky-blue eyes narrowing.

"Exhausted already, Riku?" he teased, elbowing the other as they boarded the train. "Your face is red. Don't tell me you're already out of shape."

Riku sputtered. "Of course not!"

Sora giggled, honest-to-God giggled and Riku's stomach flipped and danced and Oh god he's so cute.

Riku figured he was fucked. Gay, and fucked.

~•~

Sora curled his toes into the warm sand, watching the waves crashed against the shore twenty feet away. He closed his eyes and breathed, breathed in the salty air and the smell of seaweed, almost like home but not quite. No two beaches ever smelled the same.

"I assume we're claiming this spot?" Riku said behind him. Sora could practically feel Riku’s eyes on him, eyes the color of the sea and the waves.

Riku didn't wait for an answer, and promptly stuck a rented beach umbrella in the ground, twisting it secure. Sora turned and watched him lay a blanket in front of it, beneath the shade.

A small moment passed as Riku stared out at the horizon, a brief smile flickering across his lips. "It's nice."

Sora nodded lazily and lightly leaned against Riku, arm to arm. Long silver wisps of hair tickled his chin as they floated in the breeze, and he tucked them back behind their owner's ear. He let his fingers trail down the side of Riku's neck before pulling away, his heart dancing.

"Ready to swim?" he asked merrily, an eager grin spreading across his face.

Riku smiled lopsidedly. "Thought you'd never ask." He threw off his jacket and dropped it onto the sand before pulling his tank top off, pausing to smooth down his hair.

Sora wasn't sure he remembered how to breathe. His mind seemed to freeze, stop, while his heart did the exact opposite and threatened to cartwheel out of his chest. Heat flared in his cheeks.

He was stunning.

Sora tried not to stare, tried not to look at Riku's perfectly chiseled arms and the light tan on his chest and the curve of his back. He tried, really tried to turn away when Riku bent over to wrap his tank top into his jacket and put them away, but it was too late and Riku was all muscle and his back was so smooth and Sora just wanted to touch it, to touch him, to glide his hands over Riku's skin and pepper it with kisses and oh god his face was on fire.

Riku apparently chose that moment to glance up at Sora, who promptly squeaked and shifted his gaze down, rather horrified both at being caught staring at Riku and at the sound that just escaped his throat.

"What?" Riku's voice turned teasing and he put a hand on his hip, the other reaching up to flip back his hair. "Worried you won't look as good shirtless as I do?"

Sora opened his mouth and quickly shut it, nearly biting off his tongue, and attempted to melt into the sand. He'd been so busy staring at Riku shirtless he'd forgotten to take off his own shirt and now Riku was laughing, and while the sound made Sora's heart do even more rather advanced gymnastics, it did absolutely nothing to help his situation. His mind swirling, he quickly undid the buckle on his shirt and pulled the shirt up. It managed past his neck before catching, half of it up over his head and the rest stuck somewhere between his nose and his chin, because god dammit he'd neglected to pull the belt off first and now he was trapped with his arms dangling awkwardly in the air and his eyes covered by red fabric. In front of Riku.

Who had the audacity to laugh even harder.

"Help," Sora demanded weakly, muffled.

"Hold on—I'm sorry, but—hahaha!" A thump as Riku dropped to the ground, and Sora kicked him, using sound to guide his angry foot. "Ow! Okay, alright, c'mere." Sora could hear the smile in his voice.

Calloused hands tugged Sora by the arm before reaching for the belt, slipping it out of its loop. The shirt loosened around Sora's face and he pulled it off at last, ran a quick hand through his hair to fix the spikes. Despite everything, his lips tugged upwards into a sheepish grin.

"Sorry about that."

Bright green eyes met his, crinkled with laughter. "Shirt troubles? Really?"

Sora chucked the clothes at Riku's face, morphing his face into a pout. Riku caught it deftly and tossed it next to his own clothes.

"In my defense," Sora said, "I still need Roxas's help putting that thing on."

"That's supposed to be a defense?"

"Well, at least you know it isn't totally my fault!"

"Sora…"

"What?"

Riku paused, his head tilted down a degree and his eyes watching Sora through his bangs, still twinkling. "You're… cute." He blinked and backtracked, his cheeks tinged pink as he stuttered without forming a sentence.

Sora was definitely floating, he figured without looking down; he was too light and he couldn't feel the sand anymore, and the wind wasn't blowing but if it did he was sure it would carry him along with it. He struggled to speak, to form a coherent response to Riku's words.

You're… cute.

Instead, his body decided to act of its own accord, and he sprinted towards the water.

"Race ya!"

~•~

The sun hung low in the sky, barely brushing the tips of the waves reaching up towards the two boys lying back on the sand, sea salt ice cream in hand. The summer heat had dissipated and the wind had picked up, brushing past Riku and Sora as it crossed the beach.

Riku watched through his hair as the other boy finished his ice cream, digging the stick into the dirt idly. His eyes reflected the entire world and the setting sun, like blue mirrors. He's beautiful.

As he finished his own popsicle, Riku recounted the day in his head, backwards. Heat poked his face as he recalled their earlier conversation, just after he'd freed Sora from his shirt, and the words he'd let slip. You're cute. He mentally slapped himself in the face.

He was surprised Sora hadn't picked up on anything yet, that he'd continued on like it was nothing. They'd run into the frigid water and splashed each other and played around like usual, laughing until they cramped and couldn't swim, salt water stinging their eyes. Just like they did back at Destiny Islands.

"Hey, Sora?"

A hum in response.

"Why'd you take me here?"

Why, when we have our own perfectly good beach? Why, when it took half an hour to drive to Twilight Town and another to find a working train station? Why, when we could have easily turned back around to save the trouble?

Sora's lips curled up in a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Well?" Riku asked.

"I wanted to spend time with you is all," came the quiet reply.

He turned his head to face Sora, met his eyes. "Why not at home?"

Sora shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to do something special. With you."

Riku felt heat crawl up his neck and his stomach curled in on itself. Sora's eyes never left his.

"And why's that?" he said, his voice tilting playfully, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards in a smirk.

Something danced across Sora's eyes, flickering for a split second before Riku could no longer see it, could no longer see anything but Sora as Sora's lips pressed against his own, sliding between them, and Riku immediately melted into the kiss, his hands reaching up to cup Sora's face. Sora tilted his head and the kiss deepened, and the world spun and then disappeared. He tasted like ice cream and the sea, and Riku's arms tingled where Sora's hands were before they moved down to wrap around his waist and a part of him wished they were still shirtless but this was fine, everything was wonderful and made of Sora.

They pulled apart slightly and Riku breathed a sigh of 'Oh, the entire day clicking into place. And now he was surprised he hadn't picked up on any of the hints Sora had been dropping. He leaned their foreheads together, his eyes closed, and Sora giggled and pulled him closer, tighter.

"So…" Riku murmured, his mind numb in perfect happiness, "was this supposed to be our first date?"

"Well, it definitely ended up that way."

Riku hummed, placing one last kiss before pulling away and opening his eyes. Sora was absolutely glowing, and Riku was sure he must've been the same.

"Let's do it again sometime."

#kingdom hearts #soriku #riku #sora #kh #fanfiction #fic #lets pray this formats right sksjs i had to write up another post bc mobile fucked it upwhen i tried to edit something 😭😭#tumblr sucks at formatting skdjsks #god i wrote this FIVE YEARS AGO can you believe #also why havent i finished anything since then. brain explain #dargonwrites #my stuff #dargonpoops

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Other Half [Bi!Yoosung x Male!MC]

requested: by elmo in a slightly threatening dream i had

a/n: happy pride y'all! did any of you go to pride? lmk how it went!! heres some lovely bisexual yoosung for your enjoyment~

warnings: n/a

- extremely gay mod aleccxs

-eleven days was never enough time to fully get to know someone, to learn who they are at two in the morning when theyre drunkenly dancing on the sofa, when theyre stuck in traffic on their way to work, their embarrassing stories about their childhood and they way they handle their day to day life.

-it wasn’t nearly enough time to learn every dip and curve of their body, the way they couldn’t help but smile as you leaned down to kiss them, the way they instinctually responded to you pulling them closer after a long day. especially not if those eleven days were spent miles away from the other, secluded in a strange apartment set to explode.

-but you were damn well going to try

-perhaps soulmates were real you pondered as you stared into yoosungs eyes, violet irises never leaving yours as he stood upon the podium, an unspoken love letter masked in-between words of encouragement and thanks to you, the organizer of the first RFA party since,,, since Rika’s death

-you couldn’t help but smile, elated at the thought of finally getting to meet this boy, this boy who was ready to give his life just to make sure you were happy

-that’s what love is right?

-love was love as he stepped down from the podium, taking long strides to get to you, the beginnings of a smile forming as his lips crashed against yours, an awkward fumble to the newness of it all before you both fell into natural synchrony with each other, his hands cupping your cheeks, slowly finding their way to the base of your neck as a round of confused applause filled the room

-yoosung pulled back shyly, refusing to meet your eyes like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, a hard blush adorning his face as a sheepish grin spread on his face.

-he met your eyes, and all you could do was giggle uncertainly as soft jazz music started to play from the speakers (per Jumins request), and you couldn't help but study his face in a moment of complete silence, disbelief walking over you

-he was real

-he was here

-strands and fragments of brown hair peeking out from a sea of honey, sticking up in odd places, and yet perfectly framing his amethyst eyes, bringing out their sparkle and breathtaking nature, light bouncing off of different shades of purple as you stood there, mesmerized at the boy in front of you

-tilting his head, he snapped you out of your trance with a shy smile as he stepped forward taking your hand, “May I have this dance?”

-his voice was soft, as if scared that you’d reject him, but as you soundlessly led his hand to your shoulder, resting yours on his waist, he took on a look of confidence.

-matching perfectly in step with each other, letting him lead the dance

-you found it easy to lose yourself in the music, let yourself get lost in the rhythm the two of you had naturally fallen into, two souls intertwining together to create one easy four step dance.

-”I didn’t know you could dance this good,” you marveled at the smaller boy.

-yoosung looked up, almost embarrassed, “Well,, my mum always said that a real man needs to know how to dance well,” he shrugged, “So she taught me how to dance from the time I was 10 to about 15.”

-you chuckled at the idea of a 10 year old yoosung jumping around awkwardly trying to not step on his mums toes, “Aww thats so cute!”

-he merely looked down, trying to hide yet another fervent blush from spreading on his face, “No,” he giggled, “but at least it served me well, otherwise we’d have been doing square dancing or swaying really- swaying really clumsily.”

- “Bold of you to assume we won't be doing that at some point,” you pointed.

- “What,, square dancing?!”

- You just laughed at his scandalized face, as yoosung rapid fire went through all five stages of grief at once, then returned with realization, laughing along with you as you started to sway dramatically, mimicking the dopey moves of square dancing.

-he let out another chuckle as he pulled you closer and shyly kissed your cheek, immediately calming down the pair of you.

-you smiled at him; maybe eleven days wasn’t much but you had the rest of your lives to fall in love as many times as you wanted to, and that was enough.

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