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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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“You never know when you're gonna meet someone, And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone -- You're just walking around and suddenly Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone... You find out it's all been wrong...

And all my scars don't seem to matter anymore 'Cause they led me here to you...”

~“Start of Something Good” by Daughtry

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Atticus Grimsley Lestrange @cursebreakerfarrier hadn’t gone to Hogsmeade village very much. The Ravenclaw Prefect had always been hyper-aware of how much his family legacy was placed squarely on his shoulders -- as the only son of the family not currently in Azkaban for the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom, Atticus was the one who could bring his family the esteem his father so thought they were entitled to. Atticus being Sorted into Ravenclaw alone had broken a precedent, so Wulfric Lestrange was all the more strict in his expectations for his only child.

This time, however, Atticus told himself, there wasn’t much choice in the matter. He had to have the oral report ready for Binns, and his partner had set their meeting place as the Three Broomsticks. That didn’t mean Atticus would ever tell his father any details about the assignment -- he could just imagine how very displeased Wulfric would be, knowing his son had to engage with a Muggle-born like Robert Bellamy.

Atticus brought an entire heavy stack of books from the library with him, all of which were recommendations from Madame Pince. To his surprise, the school librarian actually seemed oddly pleased that Atticus was working with Robert.

“He seems to be a very bright boy, and yet he seems determined to not show it,” she said, sounding almost petulant. “Filius has said Mr. Bellamy likes reading -- that his marks are quite high, even despite his obsession with Quidditch and his penchant for trouble. And yet the faculty’s said he frequently holds back during class demonstrations, and in the last five years, I have never seen him study in the library. I see his friends in here plenty, but Mr. Bellamy? He’ll practically sneak in, pick up his books, and then leave as quickly as possible. I almost wonder if he’s actively trying to avoid being seen here...”

She smiled indulgently at Atticus. “Perhaps you might be able to get that boy to actually take pride in something other than chucking Quaffles around.”

Atticus wasn’t entirely sure how in the world he’d ever do that, even if he wanted to. After all, Robert was Barty Gilbert’s best friend -- Atticus didn’t want anything to do with Barty, and Robert was deathly loyal to him. But even with this, he had to admit, something about Robert intrigued him. Madame Pince thought that Robert was determined not to show he was smart, and yet when Atticus challenged him, he launched into a whole history lecture on the Witch Trials that could’ve put Binns himself to shame. Robert had even taken out a bunch of Muggle books on the subject over the summer and read them before coming to school, so that he’d understand the material in depth. Still, Pince’s assessment made Atticus feel a bit better for having seen Robert as a dumb jock -- he never really had stood out much to Atticus before, except as Barty Gilbert’s sidekick. Yet Atticus couldn’t help but wonder...why would someone who was Sorted into Ravenclaw, and therefore valued wisdom, knowledge, and learning, actively try to downplay how talented he was? Perhaps it was the thought of a mystery Atticus could unravel, but he wanted to know why.

When Atticus arrived at the Three Broomsticks, the stack of books under his arms, he found Robert sitting at a table, two butterbeers placed in front of him and the seat across from him. Standing beside the table were his best friends, pretty, ginger-haired Cecelia and tall, auburn-haired Barty -- Cecelia was pulling lightly at Robert’s arm despite him sitting down, chatting animatedly to him, and Robert was grinning broadly.

“...now, Ceci!” he said. “I doubt Atticus Lestrange would be much the sort to want to talk homework while trying on robes at Gladrag’s. You and Barty go on ahead -- you lot’ll have more money to buy something cool anyhow..”

At the sound of his own name, Atticus couldn’t help but hang back. Not only did he feel awkward about interrupting, but part of him really preferred the thought of not interacting with Barty more than he had to. He didn’t like the weird, irrational ball of dislike that would well up in his throat whenever he looked Barty in the eye.

Barty was blushing slightly, but the mention of his friend being low on money made him frown.

“If you want something, I could buy it for you,” he said in a very quiet, but earnest voice. “It could be an early birthday present...”

But Robert waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, mate, I don’t need anything. Now go on -- I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

Cecelia was frowning too. She exchanged a look with Barty, looking faintly hesitant, but finally released Robert’s arm.

“All right,” she sighed airily. “Be sure to invite Atticus along too after you’re done, all right?”

This startled Atticus. Robert looked uncomfortable.

“Invite him to Gladrag’s?” he sad, trying to play it off with humor. “Not exactly a party spot, Ceci.”

“Invite him to hang out with us,” Cecelia corrected him.

Robert frowned deeply. “What? Ceci...I get that you’re trying to be polite...but every time Lestrange gets within ten feet of Barty, he looks at him like he ran over his cat.”

Barty sighed and then gave a reluctant nod of agreement. “You know he doesn’t like me, Cecelia. I don’t even really know why, aside from his dad not liking my parents...”

Atticus felt like his stomach was being squeezed uncomfortably. Part of him wanted to just leave the pub all together -- but what Cecelia said next made him give pause.

“Barty, you’ve always said you feel like he must be lonely, sometimes. And Robert, you said the same thing, right after you first collided with Atticus, remember? ‘He should be smiling,’ you said. ‘His face doesn’t look right, somehow.’”

Atticus straightened up slightly. He understood that feeling. It was the same feeling he had when he first met Barty -- that his eyes weren’t right, that his smile and voice weren’t right. And yet the sentiment here...also came across as oddly sweet too, in a weird way.

“I was eleven years old, Ceci -- eleven-year-olds say dumb things,” said Robert in a voice that attempted to sound off-hand, but instead came out rather evasive.

“I don’t think it was dumb at all,” said Cecelia very firmly. “You felt sorry for him, and you didn’t even know him that well.”

“It was rather cool of you, Rob,” said Barty, smiling proudly at his best friend.

Robert, however, sidestepped the praise.

“It was a stated fact, not me trying to be nice,” he said in a very grounded, modest tone of voice. “I don’t get why a guy who’s as smart as he is can’t loosen up a little and have some fun once in a while. He can’t be happy, being so...”

He trailed off, his dark eyes drifting down to his mug of butterbeer.

‘Strange?’ Atticus finished in his own head dully, thinking of how everyone else in school tended to nastily play off of his name.

As soon as he thought it, though, another word echoed over his mind.

“You really are too grim for your own good…”

Atticus felt that weird, sad kind of deja vu ripple over him for a second time.

Cecelia sighed tiredly. “As always, you’re determined to play off the best parts of yourself.”

She turned to Barty. “...I guess we should go. Play nice with Atticus, Rob.”

“Yes, Mum,” Robert shot back with a playful smirk.

Barty grinned over his shoulder at Robert before leaving with Cecelia, his cheeks touched with a blush as he looped his arm around hers.

Atticus watched them leave -- then, swallowing back the lump in his throat, he finally approached the table where Robert was still sitting.

“...Hello,” he said stiffly.

Robert looked up, only mildly startled.

“Afternoon,” he greeted.

Noticing the books in Atticus’s arms, he held out his hands. “Here -- let me take those.”

He immediately took the stack, lifting it with significantly more ease than Atticus had and putting it down on the table.

Atticus glanced at the mug of butterbeer placed at the spot left aside for him. Noticing the glance, Robert frowned.

“Do you not like butterbeer?” he asked. “You struck me as the type of person who would...”

“I do,” said Atticus very quickly. “...It’s one of my favorites.”

He slowly lowered himself down into his seat, still feeling oddly hesitant. It had been so weird hearing Robert talk about him with his friends. Most of it wasn’t surprising -- after all, Atticus and Robert had rarely talked largely because of Robert being Barty’s best friend -- but the thought that Robert had actually expressed concern about him despite that...was kind of surreal.

“...You thought I’d be the type to like butterbeer?” he asked.

Robert shrugged as he took a sip, his dark eyes drifting up toward the ceiling. “Don’t most people like it?”

“I suppose they do,” granted Atticus.

He picked up his mug and took a long sip himself. It warmed him up from head to toe, and he couldn’t help but relax slightly.

Robert looked Atticus up and down briefly, cocking his eyebrows.

“You’re awfully overdressed,” he said lightly.

Atticus raised his eyebrows rather coolly in return. “I’m sorry -- I suppose I could’ve ripped the knees out of my trousers, before coming.”

Robert blinked. Then, to Atticus’s complete surprise, he actually burst out laughing.

“So you can joke!” he said. “Merlin...and here I wondered if I’d have to be serious the entire time...”

Atticus raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do? Be completely serious?”

Robert smirked slightly. “Of course. I just don’t fancy doing it that much.”

“Not like me, you mean.”

“Definitely not like you.” Realizing what he said could be considered offensive, Robert then added, “...You’re a smart guy, Lestrange, don’t get me wrong. I guess I just don’t get why someone as smart as you would be willing to settle.”

Atticus looked down at the books on the table and then back up at Robert, his eyebrows knitting over his blue eyes.

“And I don’t quite understand why someone as smart as you tries to hide it,” he said straightforwardly. “I mean, someone who can do lectures like the one you came up with on the fly the other day could easily become a professor someday...yet you don’t tutor, or participate in class...you don’t participate in any of our classes, by choice. And when you do...I reckon you’re holding back.”

Robert snorted. “I don’t hold back on the Dueling Field -- I don’t love getting my arse handed to me that much.”

Atticus couldn’t completely bite back a laugh. Robert was actually pretty funny, too.

Robert took another sip of butterbeer, his expression slowly becoming a bit more serious.

“I just don’t see the point in broadcasting my marks or how much I know, that’s all,” he said simply. “I learn so that I can be of use -- not to show off. Knowledge is power. With it, you can fix people’s problems and make the world better. I don’t need to win awards or accolades for my academics -- I just want to know as much as I can and use that knowledge for good.”

Atticus’s expression softened somewhat. “That’s...actually really admirable.”

Robert shrugged. “It’s how I feel is all. Just because I play Quidditch doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with getting attention.”

“You don’t seem uncomfortable about the attention,” said Atticus.

“Well, it’s not just me, is it? Even when I get attention, it’s attention for the team, not me. And any attention I do get, I get for helping out my mates. It feels good to be what they need, that’s all it is.”

Atticus’s blue eyes narrowed slightly as he brought his mug of butterbeer up to his lips again.

“...You really are determined to play off the best parts of yourself.”

Robert straightened up noticeably. Atticus couldn’t help but grin, seeing how effectively he’d startled him.

“Will you be all right with presenting what you’ve already researched?” he asked. “I reckon the class would probably find a lecture about both the wizarding and Muggle perspectives of the Witch Trials really interesting...and it would almost surely earn us an O.”

Robert raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to teach the rest of our class with you?”

“Well, since you’re so critical of Professor Binns’s teaching style, perhaps it’s right you show everyone how it should be done,” said Atticus smugly.

Robert’s lips curled into a broad smirk. “Is that a dare, Lestrange?”

Atticus’s own mouth also spread into a wry smile. “You could always refuse to accept it.”

“You know full well I won’t,” said Robert, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “All right, old boy -- we’ll be Professors Lestrange and Bellamy for a class, then. And if we don’t get an O, I’ll dress like you for an entire month.”

Atticus couldn’t hold back his own laughter. “Careful -- I might be tempted to get an E just to see that!”

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sir-sunny · 3 years

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(Green) thank you so much! You're also very sweet <3 Unfortunately I can't give too many headcanons about postgame since I haven't watched DR3 yet but I'm more than happy to give headcanons based on the SDR2 cast in general! Bonus Komahina is always a plus as well hehehe

-Nekomaru doesn't watch a lot of anime but you cannot tell me he wouldn't be obsessed with JoJo

-Hiyoko dislikes most insects because she finds them creepy, but she actually loves bees. They're yellow/orange and she loves yellow/orange but they also make honey and honey is sweet! Plus if you piss them off they can sting you and that's what she can only dream of doing

-Teruteru's whole wardrobe mainly consists of red because he heard from somewhere, don't ask him where he just knows it's 100% a fact, that red is the most passionate colour (he also heard that red is the colour that makes you the most hungry and he actually did research this one so at least he's got that going for himself)

-Hajime is...lowkey still going through puberty voice-wise, and he hates that he gets voice cracks like, EVERY time he gets emotional

-Despite being super carefree, Akane likes to keep her hair super clean because cleaner hair means lighter hair, and lighter hair means easier movement

-I sort of have two for this one, and I can't decide which one I like more, so here' both: Ibuki has a pretty good but VERY loud family life. Almost every other member of her family is just as loud and insane as she is/Ibuki is the only one in her family who's as loud and crazy as she is. The rest of her family are super down to Earth and chill

-Usami smells like strawberry milk! Nekomaru has had to hold Akane back a few times to prevent her from straight up eating her

-If something makes Nagito laugh, it makes him laugh HARD. You could make the stupidest joke ever, but if Nagito thinks it's funny, you literally won't be able to make him stop laughing for like 5 minutes

Here's some Komahina ones just for you <3

-Hajime is bad with emotions, but is somehow the only person who can calm Nagito down from a panic attack or a manic episode. Maybe he just has a trustworthy aura? (Maybe it's because Nagito has a crush on you you dolt)

-Pretty self indulgent but H-Hajime gives Nagito belly rubs when he's having a sick day,,,it's very skinny but Nagito adores it,,,

-Nagito's Number 1 Love Language: hand touches. Any kind of hand touch makes his heart explode, even if it's just a gentle graze of a finger. This works great for Hajime because Cold Hands McFrosty over here just so happens to be dating Mr Preheated Palms; it's like two puzzle pieces fitting together <3

-To add onto your headcanon about Nagito being a big space fanatic, he rants to Hajime about constellations and galaxies all the fucking time and by God if Hajime doesn't get any of it but can't get enough of Nagito's genuine smile (Imagine one day Hajime calls Nagito by a petname that's related to space like 'What's up Milky-Way' and Nagito almost collapses)

-Honestly they don't fight a lot because Nagito's superiority complex makes it impossible for him to even consider arguing most of the time, but occasionally when he's just feeling Mad, the two definitely fight by gently nudging each other like that scene in Tangled with Eugene and Maximus

-I think I heard somewhere that in Japanese, Hajime is the only one amongst the others that doesn't know how to speak English, so he has trouble translating? Either way, Nagito teaches Hajime English from time to time (mainly little words)

-They start to,,,unintentionally dress like each other postgame. Nagito starts wearing more dress shirts, Hajime starts wearing more hoodies. Somehow they're the only ones who don't realise it (Nagito never foregoes his skull belt accessory though like holy shit I JUST discovered this recently and I'm obsessed with the idea that Nagito is secretly super punk he just didn't dress like it on the day that the game starts)

EEEE THANKUUU

jojo is most CERTAINLY nekomaru's jam ajhsfd

oh my goodness hiyoko liking honey bees is the cutest,, ahgh i bet she secertly knows a lot about them becasue she likes to learn abt them in her free time but in true tsundere fashion, she'd never admit it ajhsdfjsd

i imagine teruteru is the type who's very precise abt the colors he wears like, someone's says "u always wear red" he'd be like "actually i wore blood orange yesterday which is meant to evoke the feeling of desire, today im wearing crimson to inspire a firey passion, last week i wore a cardinal tie when i introduced my new recipe to subconsciously make you guys more hungry," (he's so full of shit aksjdgjas)

YEYEYS HAJIME'S VOICE CRACKS WHEN HE GETS WORKED UP I FEEL THAT SO STRONGLY (asdghjsdg thinking back to when nagito asked if hajime was going to feed him when he was tied up and hajime responded "w-whAt do yoᵘ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ???")

ohmy god akane's hair is probably super soft

oh i love both of these hcs but i am a fan of the idea that ibuki's whole family somehow meets her level of chaos kajsdagd everyone's just extremely eccentric and wild

ajsfdahfg im sure akane was 89% convinced that usami was made of marshmallows

nagito's fits of laugher probably gets painful after awhile but he just cant help it (both his japanese and english va make him sound like he swallowed glass when he laughs aksdgja). he'll start to calm down after a while but then he thinks abt it again and it starts all over

*eyes go black* KoMAHINA

omgomgogm thinks abt nagito referring to hajime as the ultimate serenity and that "the ability to bring serenity to others just by being there is really amazing" (his words, not mine ajsdghasfd)

belly rubs,, aagh nagito melts everytime cuz hajime's hands are just so soft and warm and hhhhhhhhh

COLD HANDS MCFROSTY AND MR PREHEATED PALMS AKSDGJSH but yes i absolutely adore the idea that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces in every way. hajime's hands are big and soft, nagito's are slender and calloused. hajime's hands are firm and reassuring, nagito's are timid and shakey hghghhh

AAAAA YES hajime will listen nagito ramble abt space for hours on end and OUGH hajime calling nagito space nicknames im gonna scream. hajime tells him that he reminds him of the constellation draco because the mythology of the frozen dragon and whatnot (and here we find out i love this hc so much cuz i, myself rly love space 😔 asjdgajs) and nagito is so flattered hhajsdhafg

im sure when these two get in fights, theyre suuuuper petty askjdhk like nagito says to kazuichi "tell hajime that maybe i wouldn't constantly hog the blankets if he would just remember to close the window before we go to bed" and hajime's like "tell nagito that he should be the one to close it cuz the window's on his side of the bed!!" "tell hajime that the last time i tried to close it, i pulled a muscle!!" "tell nagito he needs to stop skipping physical therapy with nekomaru!!!" and kazuichi's like "guys pls just talk to each other ur in the same room,,"

ohhggg nagito calling him terms of endearment in english cuz hajime doesn't know what they mean,,

mmhmhmhmm them dressing like each otherrrr,, nobody says anything until nagito tries out a tie for the first time and kazuichi's like "IS THIS A THING?? ARE U GUYS MARRIED OR SOMTHING WHATS HAPPENING??" (also yeee!! nagito's skull chain is my favorite design choice of his)

#thank u for indulging meeee!!!!#dont forget im always down to hear ur hcs no matter what theyre abt!!#asks #green anon #dr #sdr2 #dr hcs #long post #sunny speaks

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junicai · 3 years

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Relationship with NCT Dream

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”and thus, a new confusion meme was born

➣ RENJUN ☾ renjaria

renjun and aria room together while she’s promoting with dream

they were so awkward around each other at the beginning :(

only really spoke in passing, or when they had to

it was renjun that broke the ice at first, asking if she wanted to go shopping for the dorm together

now it’s their thing

“no aria, we can’t get more ice-cream we’re all supposed to be on diets.” “but ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ please”

he’s lowkey soft for her but he’d rather throw himself off the roof then tell her that

piano pals

he started teaching her how to properly play once he found her messing around on a keyboard in the studio one day

they actually argue quite a bit

not about big things, but about smaller things that push each other over the edge because of stress

the first time he yelled at her, aria spent the night in hyuck’s room

hyuck yelled at renjun for making her cry

now they’re probably the best pairing for talking through their emotions instead of blowing up on each other

they’re both quite opinionated people, and they’ve learnt to navigate that well so fights don’t happen as often

does that stop renjun from teasing aria an within an inch of her life? absolutely not

“i’ll kill you” “can you, reach?” “LISTEN HERE-”

he acts like he’s 10ft tall, excuse you sir you are barely 5′6″

renjun was her mandarin teacher for a while, but then kun kindly told her that her “introduction” was actually calling herself an idiot

aria has a bad problem with saesangs go away bitches and renjun is iconic for going off on them for her because she doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it all

he gets so angry on her behalf

that was actually a topic of one of their biggest arguments smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria was leaning on a pile of books to prop herself up as she leant forwards to try and hang a string of lights on her bedroom wall. renjun walked in, and immediately came to her aid, speaking with a teasing tone. “need a hand?”

aria, without ceremony just elbowed him in the stomach and used his then folded up figure to push herself up higher. “yes, thank you!”

she got hate for that one, but it was all in good fun and renjun was laughing after it

➣ JENO ☾ nori

aria is his princess and everyone else can fight him

like they’re both doyoung’s children, but if it comes down to it he will lay down his life for her

and not even in a romantic way, just a “you’re too precious i have to protect you” kind of way

czennies thought he was in love with her for the entirety of nct 2018 promotions

this boy was hanging off of her at any given second, and there was an edited video of jeno “glaring” at lucas’ back when the taller boy walked away after hugging aria

it was faked, stan twt needs to chill out

he drags her to the gym

he’s basically her big brother? but they’re the same age - its a weird dynamic but they make it work

they’re so LOUD together

not chaotic, but he makes her laugh so hard

vlive 191030: “nono-ah makes my cheeks hurt so i can’t spend too long around him. my sides hurt too ~ ♡(｡- ω -)”

any and all fanfictions written about the two are definitely either coffee shop, university or library AUs

this man walks like a bodyguard around her - boy got the arm over the shoulder, tucked her head into him, covering her face, its a whole ordeal

dispatch released some pictures of aria one day and accidentally blurred out jeno’s face because they thought he was her bodyguard

is so. so mindful of how long aria spends in the training rooms

like, yes everyone else expects her home before midnight (long story)

but jeno actively makes sure to ask people what time she left the dorm at, and texts her to remind her to take water breaks and to come home at a good time so she can sleep

these two are the creators of so many iconic vlives - they have a bad habit of going live at 1 or 2 in the morning, just doing random things

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

“hi hi! so, nono and i- jeno stop it, stop it! - nono and i are walking down to the park to go feed the birds - yes we’re going to feed the bird- no! we are not going to feed the ducks, bread can kill the ducks! why did you bring brea-”

jeno pulled the camera from aria’s hands. “ari and i,” he looked at her purposefully, “are going back to the dorms because someone forgot to bring the bird seed, and apparently we can’t give bread to ducks anymore.”

*sounds of aria intermittently hitting and scolding jeno ensue*

➣ DONGHYUCK ☾ arichan

the other half of the best friend crew

absolute heathens to be around when they are together

donghyuck is the person aria is closest to, and someone she’d call her best friend (only when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her)

she calls him “the demon child i can’t get rid of” but will, and has definitely pouted when he ignored her for too long

generally aria is a pretty soft spoken person, but not with hyuck around - he brings out all her chaos energy (please pray for the patience of dotae)

the pair have a little tradition of kissing the back of each others’ hands before going on stage for good luck. they can’t even remember how it started, but now its an unnegotiable pre-show ritual

he’s so clingy with her absolutely everywhere its painfully adorable (ಥ﹏ಥ)

interviews? hyuck has a hand on her knee, or if she’s wearing a skirt he’s tucked his hand in between their chairs so she can hold it discreetly. in the dorms? full body tackle onto the couch, where he proceeds to lay on top of her completely.

because of hyuck’s nickname being the sun, and aria always being around him, czennies gave her the nickname “moon” to go with him

fans thought that aria was older than hyuck for a good year and a half before she released her birthday on a vlive, because she’s normally the one tasked with reigning his chaotic energy in during promotions (that is, if she hasn’t already joined him)

but off-camera, aria is absolutely hyuck’s baby there is no disputing that. aria’s sad?he’s there with ice-cream and a blanket and a baseball bat.

the winnie the pooh character that is on aria’s bed was a gift from hyuck for her 17th birthday, after she made him watch seven episodes of the show on netflix with her one night

yes he complained, but he slapped her hand away when she went to change it to something else

a twitter thread of a czennie comparing their horoscopes together went viral when people realized that it was quite plausible that the pair were each others (platonic) soulmates

after an incident involving blueberries, donghyuck took it upon himself to check the ingredients of every. single. food item in their dorm to make sure it was ok for her to eat

hyuck clowns her for her irish accent, and aria curses him out in japanese

tldr: they cute or whatever

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

donghyuck was doing a vlive in his bedroom, sitting and talking to czennies when aria opened the door to his room quietly. she didn’t say anything, just waved slightly with almost closed eyes before she crawled underneath his covers and tucked her plushie underneath her chin. hyuck didn’t even blink at it - so it must have been a regular occurrence.

➣ JAEMIN ☾ nari

jaemin highkey flusters her

not in a oo you’re so cute, cute boy make nerves go eeee

but he’ll wink at her and teasingly compliment her and now she looks like a firetruck this isn’t fair

he absolutely takes advantage of this where ever possible

“riri, can i have some?” “no, i just made these you should have helped me (-_-)” “riri~ but you looked so cute making them i didn’t want to interrupt you~” *aria.exe has stopped responding*

but when aria isn’t trying to get her cheeks to stop being red, they’re really cute together

you’d swear aria is older, by how much jaemin whines for her attention

the mighty battles between jaemin and hyuck

hyuck’s just biding his time for the rooftop fight

kinda panics around her when she’s crying, but is always the first to offer up a hug

has a period tracker on his phone but no one knows about it

he doesn’t like to coddle her because they’re so close in age, but that doesn’t stop him from getting protective in certain situations *cough cough the fansign cough cough*

jaemin and aria cuddling when they’re drunk? more likely than you’d think

he definitely professed his undying love for her at one point while being drunk, and chenle caught it on video

“noona we’re playing that at your wedding”

designated blanket/pillow hunter at award shows, and if he can’t find one then he usually just gives her his jacket

the amount of coffee these two consume should be illegal

aria prefers to call him nana and he prefers to call her riri in the dorms, so when either of them get called by their first name by the other it means A: they’re on a schedule, or B: someone’s about to die

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

nct dream on idol room were trying out jaemin’s death-in-a-cup (his coffee) and as the cup got passed around, aria grew more and more concerned with each face the members made. “jaemin if i die from this-”

he only smiled at her while passing over the cup. aria held it up to look at the black liquid skeptically, before sighing in resignation and bringing the cup to her lips to take a sip.

and then another.

“wait this is good i like this”

➣ CHENLE ☾ leri

hide yo kids and hide yo wives because leri is entering the chat

*cue aria and chenle wearing 2000s rapper clothes with backwards baseball caps*

these two are so chaotically calm

its like the energy cancels out or something

aria with hyuck is just so loud and obnoxious, and the same with chenle with jisung

so when you put those two together it just turns into le positive vibes

you ever meditated to those 132 hertz sounds? thats them in a sound

aria will hold him like a baby kitten she’s expecting to try wriggle out of her grip at any moment and its comical because he’s a good head taller than her

aria definitely has a knack for making her groupmates’ parents fall in love with her

every two weeks or so she goes for dinner in chenle’s house upon his mother’s request

they have a mutual understanding of the mental toll it takes to be around the rest of the dreamies constantly

chenle and aria sitting peacefully, watching a cdrama:

the dreamies, throttling each other: AAAAAAAAAAA

will never admit it but he misses her the most when she goes away to promote

he thinks of her as a big sister and the dorms feel empty without her there

aggressive proud hugs

so aggressive, he legit tackles her

he had to tone it down after knocking her over once backstage and she narrowly missed clocking herself on a nearby soundboard

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL!”

he always gets a little bit anxious when they eat things outside of the dorms because he’s never seen her have an allergic reaction before and he’d like to keep it that way (`皿´＃)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

chenle was particularly restless that day, constantly shuffling about in his seat to the point where renjun forcefully tossed an arm over his shoulders to hold him still while the vlive was still playing.

not one to be defeated, chenle then turned to press his lips to renjun’s cheek playfully, laughing when the older boy turned away in disgust. he turned to do the same to aria, coming closer to her cheek before aria turned her head to face his.

“AAA-” “EW CHENLE WHY”

➣ JISUNG ☾ jiri

oh god oh god oh god

if aria could take this boy and wrap him in a blanket and keep him in her pocket she would - no questions asked

jisung knows she loves him the most out of dream sorry markhyuck and takes advantage of it every second

she used to coddle him a lot when he was smaller, but now that he’s older aria tries to rein it in as much as possible

that doesn’t mean it goes away completely though

“noona can you cook for me?” “of course jisungie! what do you want?”

*jeno gobsmacked in the background* “you just told me you were too tired to cook tonight”

aria: big baby, must protect

jisung: tiny noona, must protect

jaemin and aria are really the only people jisung is ok with seeing him be super emotional - and he flip flops between the two depending on the reason why he’s emotional

self-esteem, feeling poopy side of it all? straight into aria’s bed, letting her roll him onto his side so she can tuck his head into her shoulder and covers the two of them with her duvet the way she used to do when he was shorter

this boy cannot curse around her unless he wants to get his ass Beat

dancing bros

they go so hard in their NCT Dance duet videos

he keeps band-aids in his bag for her in exchange for her keeping an extra bottle of water in hers because jisung always forgets his own

jisung rests his elbow on her head a lot

but only briefly because the last time he stayed there for too long she stamped on his foot

tldr: aria is jisung’s emotional support gnome

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

jisung and aria were doing the chicken leg battle (this one) to fight for first dibs on the rooms they were going to be sharing for the next week or so. just before they were about to start, mark started laughing and pointing at how high jisung’s leg came up on aria’s, with aria’s knee barely hitting jisung’s mid-thigh

“this is an unfair advantage! this is cheating!”

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sevenmikento · 3 years

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Eeee good! I've had this brain rot in my head since I realized I had a crush on Kageyama v.v

But like, a sweet/angst kinda thing where Kageyama might have had a crush on you in high school but he just couldn't process it. So graduation happens, everyone's personal growth into adulthood happens and you stay close as friends. But there's a moment when Kageyama asks if you'd be willing to catch up. Of course you say yes he's your friend. And it's then Kageyama just blurts out that he's always liked you. He feels stupid it took him this long but your the one thing that always felt off when he was traveling an becoming a part of the Schweiden team. Anyways I'm sorry this is wordy and stupid you don't have to do it or anything I just have Kageyama brain rot >.<

Love your stuff,

Jujutsu Curses ❤❤❤❤❤

A/N: *rises from the grave* HELLO!! i finally have the time and energy to write and i shall begin with this banger of a request uwu Kageyama was legit my first haiku love and i wanna kith his forehead thank u

@tobios-housewife

genres: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending!!; 2.1k words

a long time [Kageyama Tobio X Reader]

He can’t help but fiddle with the half-empty mug sitting in front of him, his eyes darting over to the front door of the cafe every few seconds as he taps his foot on the ground. The rapid pace of his tapping is rivalled only by the wild thumping of his heart.

Kageyama Tobio glances at the entrance of the establishment once more, catching a stranger staring at him from the corner of his eye. They glare and his foot stops automatically—the awareness that was required of him is something he did not possess in his growing years and even now, as an accomplished adult, the instinct to abide by society’s unwritten social rules still catches him off guard sometimes.

He lifts the mug to his lips and takes a short sip of the piping hot beverage. You’d texted him that you were going to be slightly late and yet he couldn’t help but purchase his usual order first, the anxiety of what he’d set out to do today too much to handle without something—anything—to fiddle with. Of course, he has his volleyball in his gym bag but he knows he’ll only receive odd stares if he resorts to randomly touching it while waiting for you.

The athlete wonders—the racing of his mind akin to that of when he’s in a heated match—if he would be aware of such social nuances had it not been for your presence in his life.

You were—and honestly still are—a force to be reckoned with; someone he never imagined befriending in high school and yet you’d walked right into his life (and his heart), took a seat and never left.

“You’re good at that,” you said, watching from the entrance of Karasuno’s volleyball gym. It was nothing he hadn’t heard before.

As the ball bounced away from the toppled-over plastic bottle on the other side of the net, all he could do was stare at the ground near your feet, speechless. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come in on a Sunday, let alone talk to him out of nowhere.

“You’re supposed to say ‘thanks’, you know?” you told him in a tone that he knew was supposed to be lighthearted.

“Why?” he replied anyways, not sure how he should have responded to your joke.

You laughed and while Kageyama felt that he should have been insulted to some degree, instead, he found himself smiling.

Thinking back, he only now realises it was a smile of relief; you weren’t frustrated or annoyed by his dry and awkward reply, although it would’ve been understandable if you were (especially as the two of you were still teens) but you weren’t and he appreciated it.

He still appreciates it.

“No, dude, it’s 65 because of the ‘x’ here, see? It would be 127 if it had been there instead, though,” you pointed at the parts of the painfully long equation as you spoke, “so it’s not like you don’t know how to calculate it, you were just careless.”

It was 1:30am and his eyelids felt heavy but you were still helping him with his work as if you’d just arrived at his house not a few minutes ago when, in reality, you’d been here for nearly 7 hours. Kageyama’s brain felt fuzzy from exhaustion and yet he found himself hanging onto your every word, absorbing as much information as he could—it was the least he could do.

“Honestly,” you said out of the blue as he reworked the equation, “I think you’ll be getting mostly Bs and some As by graduation.” You smiled like it was solely his own effort; as if it wasn’t you who agreed to tutor him for free, coming by his house and sleeping over when it got too late to go home. You looked at him with your tired eyes and messy hair with such pride that Kageyama himself was nearly deluded into thinking he put in nearly as much effort as you did explaining concepts and breaking down questions in ways he could easily understand.

That night, in that exact moment, his chest swelled with an overwhelming sense of adoration and gratitude and yet all he could do was glance down at the scattered papers on his bedroom floor and mutter a soft, “thank you”.

[11:32AM] (Y/N): i’m a few minutes away! sorry for being late D:

[11:32AM] Tobio: okay :) no worries, i haven’t been here long anyways

It’s easy to lie a little sometimes, though he struggles with it when it comes to you. Kageyama feels—knows—that he owes at least that much to you; to always tell you the truth. So, instead, he twists his own truth so that the words he says or the messages he sends you are never dishonest.

He’s been in this cafe for nearly half an hour. Some might say that’s a long wait, hell, he would say it’s a long wait had it been for anyone else. However, for you, he’d actually arrived twenty minutes early in order to get that one spot you used to love so much when you were still in Karasuno together.

Kageyama has been waiting for thirty minutes but twenty were his own and ten were for you. So, no, he didn’t lie. He hasn’t been waiting long at all.

Ten minutes is nothing compared to the one year he’d spent away from you, after all.

“Are you sure you won’t miss me?” you joked, voice lighthearted as always whenever you weren’t to be taken seriously—he knew that—and yet, when your question prodded at his heart in ways he did not expect, his reaction came out far more aggressive than he’d intended it to be.

“No, why will I? I’m finally achieving my dreams. I don’t need you to be there to hold my hand.”

The moment the words slipped out of his mouth, Kageyama wanted nothing more than to take them back, to swallow them whole and leave them away from you, festering inside his soul. The guilt and shame ran down his spine from the back of his neck, burning hot as the sensation spread across his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Staring at his half-packed luggage, he didn’t need to look at you to know how hurt you were by his reply. He didn’t have to steal a glance of your face to have known exactly what expression you had on—it was the worst kind. The teary eyes and shaky frown; it was the exact same kind of face that, in the past, had led him to throwing a couple of punches at the people who’d caused you to make it.

If he could have punched himself to make it up to you, he would’ve.

Instead, Kageyama allowed a silence to fall over the room and you, as always, since the very beginning of your friendship, broke it for him.

“I was kidding, y’know?” you laughed and he played along, heart still pounding from the terrifying aspect of losing you. He thought that if he just followed your lead and pretended that things were okay, they would become okay. But even then, he knew that wasn’t going to be the case.

The day after, when he was to leave Miyagi for Tokyo for a year to train with the Schweiden Adlers, you didn’t show up to bid him farewell like you said you would. Instead, you dropped him a text apologising for your absence and wishing him all the best.

Since then, you’ve had regular video calls with him once he’d settled down in the big city with his new team. Kageyama had apologised for his words during your first call—having found it much, much easier to do so when you weren’t physically together, and you happily forgave him. He knows you aren’t, and have never been, the petty kind but part him wishes you hadn’t so easily accepted his apology when it was so long overdue.

“Hi, Tobio!” you greeted, slightly out of breath, as you took the seat opposite him, your sudden presence sending his brain into haywire. He’d spent countless nights imagining how this reunion would feel after a year of not seeing you in the flesh but now as he’s living this moment, he realises none of the numerous scenarios he played in his head can do this feeling justice.

He feels his face start to heat up as his heart pounds loudly within the confines of his chest, the thumping pulse sounding so clear in his head that he genuinely worries you might be able to hear it, too, despite being an arm’s length away. Kageyama feels himself begin to sweat in spite of the cold weather. His eyes dart down to the half-filled mug in his hands as he presses his palms against its curved, cooling surface.

“Oh, wow, are you sure you didn’t wait long?” you laughed lightly, looking at the contents of his cup. He practically feels his blush deepening at the thought of being caught redhanded for his white lie. “So, how’ve you been?”

Kageyama responds accordingly, sharing his experiences with the Schweiden Adlers and adjusting to life in Tokyo. You, in return, talk about a new apartment you’re renting with your cousin and the classes you’re teaching as a part-time substitute in Karasuno while you ponder over what to pursue as a proper career.

Conversation with one another comes surprisingly easy to the both of you. Though neither of you admit it out loud, it feels as though you haven’t been separated for twelve straight months. You chat for hours, sometimes getting a little too loud and worked up, much to the chagrin of the other customers. Slowly but naturally, the topics eventually begin to run out and you opt to sit in silence for a bit, eating your respective lunches as you people-watch.

Kageyama checks his phone and realises he needs to leave soon if he were to make it to the stadium in time to meet his teammates. The Adlers are playing a casual match against a local university team in the evening due to the two coaches being alumni or something along those lines. It’s the only reason why he’s returned to Miyagi for a short bit—

He looks at you as you gaze out the window, a content smile on your face.

—it’s the only reason…

… Right?

“No, why will I? I’m finally achieving my dreams. I don’t need you to be there to hold my hand.”

The words from his past echo in his head, piercing his heart with the same intense guilt and shame from all those months ago when he first uttered those words out of impulse born from his insistence on denying the truth of your relationship.

It’s then you look at him curiously, as if sensing the distress he’s suddenly placed himself in. You part your lips, undoubtedly to ask if he’s okay, but before you can speak, his large, warm hands reach out to engulf your own. Taped fingers and calloused palms grip at your hands firmly, holding onto you as if letting go meant never seeing you again.

“(Y/N), I love you.” he declares, staring straight into your widening eyes. The desire to look away is almost too strong to resist but he pushes himself to maintain the contact, not allowing himself to repeat his past mistakes. “While I was away, I’ve come to realise how much you truly mean to me. You have always been an important person in my life but I’ve never had the courage to tell you. I even hurt you before I left and I still haven’t forgiven myself for that even though you have.

“To be honest, while I’ll always be grateful for it, I do not need you to hold my hand as you’ve done when we were growing up,” he continues, not giving you any chance to get a word in (not that you want to yet, anyway), “but I do want you in my life. I know it’s selfish of me to ask you to be with me as I achieve my dreams but maybe, if we’re together, I can support you in discovering what you would like to pursue as well.”

He takes a deep breath, face tinted red as he tightens his grip on your hands.

“What I’m saying is… will you… do you…” Kageyama’s eyes begin to flicker towards the table and away from your face. But when you pull your hands out of his just to grab them once more and give them a reassuring squeeze, his head freezes in place, eyes staring intently into your own teary ones.

You reply, saying exactly what’s on his mind, word-for-word, “I love you and I’d love to live with you in Tokyo.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #imagines #scenarios #fluff #angst #happy ending #hurt/comfort

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literatelogan · 3 years

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I NEVER SAID FRIENDS

part thirty - i never said friends

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pairing - shota aizawa x gn!reader

genre - fluff, angst, humor

summary - it’s your first year teaching at u.a. high school and you would be lying to say you weren’t intimidated. school is months away from starting but principal nezu has taken it upon himself to set you up for success. all of the teachers will be helping you onboard but shouta aizawa has been assigned to be your mentor. he hates this but does he hate you? yes. will he stop hating you? maybe.

tws - pure fluff. mention of hotaka and mention of betrayal but very lightly.

a/n - thank you to my beta reader @freyafolkvangr! EEEE okay there is a lot but also make sure you read until the end because there’s more texts at the end and they are pretty great so make sure you read themmmm. also more author’s notes above the tag list.

The journey from your room to the little empty classroom that had become your private space with Shouta, well it felt like forever. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Maybe you were blowing this out of proportion? I mean he had given you a lot of presents by now. He wouldn’t stop giving you presents. Usually, his surprises were presents, so that must be what it is, right? You rounded the hallway corner as you walked closer and closer to the classroom. What the two of you had initially thought was just an empty classroom, turned out to be the business law classroom. Explained why it was completely undecorated. Grab the doorknob. Just grab it. Your fingers hovered over it, scared of what was on the other side.

The door opened without you and you were met with a wide smile from Shouta. “Darling.” He pulled you in and gave you a kiss on the forehead before closing the door. The room was not covered in balloons or flowers or anything extravagant, this realization had you letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. The tables were cleared away from a small bench that faced the window which let in a lovely amount of natural light. You sat down when Sho motioned for you too and he joined you. “Breathe.” Hey! That’s your line. “I’m not proposing. I know that’s what you’re thinking.” You gave him a small nod. “You have me nervous. This is the first surprise you’re giving me in person.” His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as he gazed out the window.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Shouta started. “I love you. I am in love with you. Excessively so. I am deeply, madly, crazily in love with you, Y/N.” His eyes shifted from the window to you and the look on his face implied so many emotions. Love, kindness, happiness but also some sadness and fear. Your hand cupped his cheek, fingers brushing through his scruff. “I love you too, Sho. You’re going to make me cry. I never thought I’d even consider loving someone again but you’re just so stubborn.” His lips brushed against yours as he leaned his forehead against yours, not kissing you yet just staying there for a minute. You sniffled a little and he pulled back right away, immediately noticing a small teardrop forming in your eye. He quickly reached up to hold your face and wipe it away with his thumb. “Darling…I didn’t mean to make you cry…I-“ You shook your head as it rested in his hand. “Good tears, Sho.”

The two of you sat there looking out the window for a while, just appreciating the silence with each other. The sun was setting outside and the pinkish-purple glow was coloring the room. Shouta took a deep breath and you looked over at him, he looked even more nervous than before. “There’s something else I need to say. So please let me talk. I just need to get the words out of my head.” You gave him a small smile and a nod, so he continued. “I knew I was pretty much doomed since we met. It only took a week or so before I had a crush on you and I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a real crush before.” Both of you chuckled at that. “When you told me about…. when you told me about Hotaka. When you told me what an idiot I was… and I said all of that. I meant every single word of it. The person you spend the rest of your life with will be the luckiest person on this planet.” He reached out and took both of your hands in his, pulling them to his lips and giving them little kisses.

“With you, I’ve smiled more, laughed more, opened myself up like I haven’t in a very long time. I didn’t think anyone would be able to give me that. There you came into my life and it was like…you had been here all along. You make everything better.” His hands released yours as he moved to grab something out of his pocket. A small box. “I can’t imagine a future where I’m not spending the rest of my life with you. I know that right now isn’t the time to be discussing marriage but I want you to know I’m not going anywhere.” The box opened and showed two matching rings. They were clear with little pieces of something black and lines of sparkling gold. “I was looking for something to show that and I discovered what is called a promise ring. A promise that I am committed to you even if we aren’t ready for those steps.” His fingers picked up one of the rings and showed it to you. “I had them specially made. There are petals from the roses I gave you inside them. Now they will really last forever, just like my love for you. I promise to you that I will never stop loving you, Y/N. You have trusted me with your heart and I would sooner die than betray that trust. We will have moments of struggle and moments where we might fight but I will never stop loving you.”

Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and you could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips as you reached out for the other ring and took it from the box, holding it up to his hand. “Shouta, I came to U.A. because I hoped that I would get a fresh start. I brought all of my trust issues and fears with me, though. I tried so hard to not love you. I fought it because I didn’t want to be hurt again. I didn’t want it to be real because I was scared. I’m not scared anymore.” You took his hand and slipped the ring onto his finger. “Shouta Aizawa, I promise that I will never stop loving you. If you will love me forever, I will love you forever and a day. I’ve never loved somebody the way I love you and I never will.” Shouta took your finger and slipped your ring onto it.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss he paused before leaning in to kiss you. “I love you, Y/N. God, it feels good to say it out loud.” He was in love with the laugh that fell from your lips. “I love you too, Shouta. Now can I kiss my darling?”

Your lips crashed together with so much feeling that another tear rolled down your cheek. As he held you in his arms, you knew that you would never have to worry about getting your heart broken again. You had found the one. The one. The one you would spend your entire life with. You never wanted to leave this embrace, this kiss, and you never had to. You would never be alone again.

a/n - i wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read and hopefully enjoyed “i never said friends” this was definitely a labor of love. it’s my first full and completed fic in more than a decade and it’s my first smau. i hope you enjoyed this ending. there will be some more posts as they come to me and there will be an ending with tai soon. i’ll be doing routes for each character and a poly route depending who you ship most. also the ring would look similar to this because i feel like that can be gender neutral depending on preferred thickness and they could both wear well. but with the petals instead of the smokiness.

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#aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa fanfiction #aizawa x reader #aizawa x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral #bnha #mha #reader insert #bnha smau #smau #mha smau #aizawa smau #smau: i never said friends #part thirty #fanfiction #literatelogan #literateloganworks

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forestwater87 · 3 years

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How did you become a university Librarian? Did you do an English degree? Sorry if this is a weird question it just really interests me as I’m not sure what to do when I’m older

Eeee I got really excited about this question!

Okay, the fun thing about librarianship is that all roads can lead to it: as long as you get an ALA-approved (assuming you’re American; if you aren’t I cannot help you) graduate degree you can do just about anything for undergrad. English majors are extremely common, just by the nature of who’s into the job, but literally it doesn’t matter; in fact, weirder and more specialized degrees can actually help in certain jobs, because they give you a ton of background info and qualifications than most of your contemporaries have.

I fell into it because I worked at a library in high school and fell in love with the environment, and when I realized I’d rather die than work in publishing (my previous life’s goal) I gravitated toward library school. I knew from the beginning that I’d need a Master’s -- and a very specific one at that -- so mostly my undergrad was just “grab a foundational degree and have fun with it.” That was really freeing, honestly. I had a ton of fun in undergrad.

Now, if you, Anon, were interested in getting into librarianship I’d have a handful of recommendations. These are all based on my very American experience, and there are probably smarter people than me with better advice but I’m the only one on this blog so heeeeerrreeeee we goooooooooo!

Undergrad

You need a 4-year degree. Full-stop. It doesn’t matter what kind, but you gotta have one to get into grad school.

Like I said, you can do just about anything for an undergraduate degree. Most of the time English is the BA of choice, because librarians love them some books, but some far less common ones that I think would be hugely helpful to a hopeful librarian would be:

Computer Science: Oh my god you need at least a baseline competency in computers/technology please you don’t have to code but you need to be able to turn a computer on and navigate just about any website/office application on just about any device at the very least you need to know how to Google

Business/Marketing: Particularly if you want to work in public libraries, where a bunch of your funding comes from begging politicians and convincing taxpayers to donate/vote to give you money

Law: If you want to be a law librarian

Medical . . . whatever, I don’t know what fields of medicine there are: If you want to work in a hospital or other medical library

History or Art History: If you’re interested in archives or museum librarianship

Education: School librarians in my state require you to be a certified teacher, and no matter what kind of library you end up in, you’ll end up teaching someone something a decent amount of the time

Communications: You’ll be doing a lot of it. Public speaking, too

Spanish/ASL/any not-the-common language: Hey, you never know what your patrons speak

Literally fucking anything I promise it doesn’t matter what you major in you will use it in a library at some point

Just be aware that you will need more than an undergrad degree. You’ll need probably 2 years of postsecondary schooling (more for certain types of librarianship), so get yourself comfortable with the idea of college.

If you’re like me (please don’t be like me), you might toy with the idea of getting a minor or two/double majoring to round out your skill set. Honestly I’d encourage it if you’re comfortable with the workload and have the time or money; like I said, there are no skills or educational background that won’t come in handy at some point. I promise. We see it all.

Along those lines, a wide expanse of hobbies can be hugely helpful too! You never know when your encyclopedic knowledge of Minecraft will be useful to a patron, but it absolutely will be.

Graduate School

All right, you’ve got your lovely little Bachelor’s Degree, maybe in something weird and esoteric for the fun of it . . . now you’re off to do more school!

It’s a bit complicated, because there are a handful of different titles an appropriate degree could have; my school called it “a Master of Science in Information Science” (MSIS), but other schools might just go with “Master’s of Information Science” (MIS), “Master’s of Library Science” (MLS), “Master’s of Library and Information Science” (MLIS) . . . it’s a mess.

What you need to do is make sure the degree is approved by the American Library Association, who decides if a program is good enough to make you a librarian in the States. (Again, if you’re not American, good luck.)

Here’s a list of ALA-accredited programs and the schools that offer them.

The nice thing is accreditation has to be renewed at least every few years, so that means your program is always updated to make sure it’s in line with national standards. I’m not promising you’ll learn everything you need to be a librarian in grad school (oh my god you so won’t not even close hahahaha), but at least in theory you’ll be learning the most up-to-date information and methods.

(I’m curious to see how things have changed; when I was in school from 2015-17, the hot topics in library science were makerspaces (especially 3D printing), turning the library into the community’s “third space,” and learning how to incorporate video games into library cataloging and programming. No idea if those are still the main hot-button issues or if we’ve moved on to something else; I imagine information literacy and fake news are a pretty big one for current library students.)

Anyway! You pick a school, you might have to take a test or two to get in -- I had to take the GRE, which is like the SATs but longer -- almost certainly have to do all that annoying stuff like references and cover letters and all that, but assuming you’re in: now what?

There are a couple options depending on the school and the program, but I’m going to base my discussion around the way my school organized their program at the time, because that’s what I know dammit and I will share my outdated information because I want to.

My school broke the degree down into 5 specializations, which you chose upon application to the program:

Archives & Records Administration: For working in archives! I took some classes here when I was flirting with the idea, and it’s a lot of book preservation, organizing and caring for old documents and non-book media, and digitization. Dovetails nicely into museum work. It’s a very specific skillset, which means there will be jobs that absolutely need what you specifically can do but also means there aren’t as many of them. It makes you whatever the opposite of a “jack of all trades” is. You’re likely to be pretty isolated, so if you want to spend all your time with books this might be a good call; it’s actually one of the few library-related options that doesn’t require a significant amount of public-facing work.

Library & Information Services: For preparation to work in public or academic (college) libraries. Lots of focus on reference services, some cataloging, and general interacting-with-the-public. You have to like people to go into library services in general, heads up.

Information Management & Technology: Essentially meaningless, but you could in theory work as like a business consultant or otherwise do information-related things with corporations or other organizations.

Information Storage & Retrieval: Data analytics, database . . . stuff. I don’t really know. Computers or something. Numbers 3 and 4 really have nothing to do with libraries, but our school was attempting to branch out into more tech-friendly directions. That being said, both this and #3 could definitely be useful in a library! Libraries have a lot of tech, and in some ways business acumen could be helpful. All roads lead to libraries; remember that.

Library & Information Services / School Library Media Specialist: This was the big kahuna. To be a school librarian -- at least in my state -- you need to be both a certified librarian and a certified teacher, which means Master’s degrees in both fields. What our school did was basically smushed them together into a combined degree; you took a slightly expanded, insanely rigorous 2-2.5 years (instead of the traditional 1.5-2) and you came out of it with two degrees and two certifications, ready to throw your butt into an elementary, middle/junior high, or high school library. Lots of focus on education. I started here before realizing I don’t like kids at all, then panicked and left. Back in 2017 this was the best one for job security, because our state had just passed a law requiring all school librarians to be certified with a MSIS/MLS/whatever degree. So lots of people already in school libraries were desperately flinging themselves at this program, and every school was looking for someone that was qualified. No idea if that’s changed in time.

No matter what concentration you went in with, you automatically graduated with a state certification to be a librarian, which was neat. You didn’t automatically get civil service status, though; for some public libraries you need to be put on a civil service list, which means . . . something, I’m not entirely sure. It involves taking exams that are only available at certain times of the year and I gave up on it because it looked hard.

No one did more than 1 concentration, which is dumb because I wanted to do them all, but it takes a lot of time and money to take all the classes associated with all of them so I personally did #2, which was on the upper end of mid-tier popularity. School library and database services were far and away the most popular, and literally no one did the business one because it was basically useless, so library and archives were the middle children of which the library one was prettier.

THAT BEING SAID! Some forms of librarianship require a lot more education. A few of those are:

Law librarians: At least in my state, you gotta be a certified librarian and have a J.D. This is where the “big bucks” are -- though let’s be real, if you want to be a librarian you have zero interest in big bucks; reconcile yourself to being solidly middle-class and living paycheck-to-paycheck for the rest of your life or marrying rich -- which I guess is why it requires the most work.

School librarians: Like I mentioned, depending on the state you might need two degrees, and not all schools smush them into one. You might need to get a separate Master’s in education.

College librarians: Now, this depends on the college and the job; some colleges just need an all-access librarian, like mine. I didn’t need to specialize in anything, I just showed up with my degree and they took me. (Note: these sorts of entry-level positions tend to pay piss. Like, even more piss than most library gigs. Just a heads-up.) However, if you’re looking to get into a library of a higher-end university, you might be asked to have a second Master’s-level or higher degree just to prove you’re academic enough to party at their school. (Let’s be real, Harvard is almost certainly gonna want someone with a Ph.D. at the very least. That’s just how they roll.) Alternatively, the position might be for a specialty librarian, someone in charge of a field-specific library or field-specific reference services; if you’re being asked to head up the Science & Engineering Library at Masshole University, it’s reasonable to expect that you’ll be bringing a degree in engineering or some sort of science to the table. Colleges have so many different needs that predicting what kind of experience/education you should get is a bit of a challenge. Good luck. Some schools will help you out a bit with this; my grad school had dual degree programs where you could share credits between the MSIS and either an English or History Master’s so you could graduate with both in less time. I . . . started this, and then panicked at the thought of more school/writing a thesis and bailed, but it’s great if you’re into that idea!

What’s the point of the Information/Library Science degree?

You have to have the degree. If you don’t have the degree, you don’t get the job and you don’t make-a the money. Resign yourself to getting a Master’s degree or you’re gonna be bummed out and unemployed.

In terms of what you learn? Well, obviously it depends on the program, but I found that a lot of what I learned was only theoretically related to what I do on a daily basis. My instructors were lovely (well, the adjuncts anyway; the full-timers really didn’t want to be there and wanted to be off doing research and shit), but every library is so idiosyncratic and there’s such a massive umbrella of jobs you could get in one -- god, I didn’t even get into things like metadata services, which I learned basically nothing about in grad school but are super important to some positions -- that it’s hard to learn anything practical in a classroom.

However, besides the piece of paper that lets you make-a the money, there are two important things you should get from your grad school education:

Research skills: My god, you’re going to be doing so much research. If you’re a public librarian, you need to know how to Google just about anything. And if you’re a college librarian, being able to navigate a library database and find, evaluate, and cite sources . . . I mean, you’re going to be doing so much of that, showing students how to do that. Like a ridiculous amount of my day is showing students how to find articles in the virtual library. Get good at finding things, because much like Hufflepuffs, librarians need to be great finders.

Internship(s): Just about every library program will require an internship -- usually but not always in replacement of a thesis -- and if the one you’re looking at doesn’t, dump it like James Marsden in a romantic comedy. Internships are hugely important not only because they look good on a resume and give you some of those delicious, delicious references, but they are a snapshot of what your job is going to look like on a day-in, day-out basis; if nothing else, you’ll learn really fast what does and doesn’t appeal to you. As I mentioned, I wanted to be a school librarian for about half a semester. You know what changed my mind? My class required like 40 hours of interning at schools of each level. Being plopped into that environment like a play you’re suddenly acting in? Super helpful in determining whether or not this shit is for you.

What else should I learn, then?

Besides how to research basically anything? Here are some useful skills in just about any library:

Copyright law. Holy shit, do yourself a favor and learn about publishing/distribution laws in your state. Do you wanna show a movie as a fun program? You need to buy a license and follow super specific rules or it’s illegal! Does an instructor want to make copies of their textbook to give to the students? Make sure you know how much they can copy before it’s no longer fair use! Everything in my life would be easier if I’d taken the time to learn anything about copyright. I did not, and now I’m sad. (I lost out on a job opportunity because they wanted the librarian to be particularly knowledgeable in that kinda thing, and I was very not.)

Metadata and cataloging. In theory, you should learn this in grad school, but I was only given the bare basics and it wasn’t enough. Dublin Core, MARC-21, RDF -- there are so many different kinds of metadata schema, and I took a 6-week class in this and still don’t understand any of the words I just used in this sentence. But basically, to add items to a library catalog you often need to know how to input them into your library’s system; to an extent that’ll be idiosyncratic to your library’s software, but some of it will be based on a larger cataloging framework, so familiarity with those is very useful.

Public speaking and education. You’re gonna do a lot of it. Learn how to deal.

General tech savviness. Again, we’re not talking about coding but if you can navigate a WordPress website? If you know how to troubleshoot just about any issue with Microsoft Word, PowerPoint, etc.? If you can unjam printers and install software and use social media you’re going to be a much happier person. At the very least, know how to google tutorials and fake your way through; your IT person can only do so much, and a lot of it is probably going to fall on you.

Social work, diplomacy, general human relations kinda stuff. You’re going to be dealing with all sorts of people from all sorts of backgrounds, with every political view, personal problem, and life experience under the sun. You need to get very good at being respectful of diversity -- even diversity you don’t like* -- and besides separating your own personal views and biases from your work, you’ll be much better equipped to roll with the punches if you have, for example, conflict resolution training. Shit’s gonna get weird sometimes, I promise. (Once a student came in swinging around butterfly knives and making ninja noises. You know who knew how to deal with that? Not me!)

Standard English writing and mechanics. It’s not fair, but in general librarians are expected to have a competent grasp on the Standard English dialect, and others are less likely to be appreciated by the general populace. Obviously this differs based on your community and environment, and colloquialisms are sometimes useful or even necessary, but as a rule of thumb it’s a good call to be able to write “properly,” even if that concept is imperialist bullshit.

*I don’t mean Nazis. Obviously I don’t mean Nazis. Though there is a robust debate in the library community about whether Nazis or TERFs or whatever should be allowed to like, use library facilities for their own group meetings or whatever. I tend to fall on the “I don’t think so” side of the conversation, but there’s a valid argument to be made about not impeding people’s access to information -- even wrong or harmful information.

Any other advice?

Of course! I love to talk. Let’s see . . .

Get really passionate about freedom of information and access: A library’s main reason for existing is to help people get ahold of information (including fiction) that they couldn’t otherwise access. If you’re a public librarian, you have to care a lot about making sure people can access information you probably hate. (If you’re an academic librarian it’s a little more tricky, because the resources should meet a certain scholarly threshold, and if you’re a school librarian there are issues of appropriateness to deal with, but in general more info to more people is always the direction to push.) Get ready to defend your library purchases to angry patrons or even coworkers; get ready to defend your refusal to purchase something, if that’s necessary. Get ready to hold your nose and cringe while you add American Sniper to your library collection, because damn it, your patrons deserve access to the damn stupid book. Get really excited about finding new perspectives and minority representation, because that’s also something your patrons deserve access to. Get really excited about how technology can make access easier for certain patrons, and figure out how to make it happen in your library. Care about this; it’s essential that you’re passionate about information -- helping your patrons find it, making sure they can access it, evaluating it, citing it . . . all of it. Get ranty about it. Just do it.

Be prepared to move if necessary: One of my professors told us that there was one thing that would always guarantee you a job that paid well -- this was in 2016 but still -- that as long as you had it you could do whatever you wanted. And that was a suitcase. Maybe where you live is an oversaturated market (thanks for having 6 library schools in a 4-hour radius, my state). Maybe something something economic factors I don’t really understand; the point is that going into this field, you should probably make peace with the idea that you’ll probably either end up taking a job that doesn’t make enough money or struggle a lot to even find one . . . or you’re going to have to go where the jobs are. It’s a small field. Just know that might be a compromise you have to make, unless you can get a strictly remote job.

Read: This sounds stupidly obvious but it’s true! Read things that aren’t your genre, aren’t your age range; patrons are going to ask you for reading advice all the goddamn time, especially if you’re a public librarian, so the more you can be knowledgeable about whatever your patrons might ask you about, the easier your life will be. If you’re considering librarianship you probably love to read anyway, so just ride that pony as hard as you possibly can.

Learn to be okay with weeding -- even things you don’t think deserve it: You are going to have to recycle books. You’re going to have to throw away books. You’re going to have to take books out of the collection and make them disappear in some fashion or another. There are a lot of reasons -- damage and lack of readership are big ones -- and there’s no bigger red flag to a librarian than someone saying “I could never destroy a book.” That kind of nonsense is said by people who’ve never had to fit 500 books onto a shelf built for 450. Archivists are different, of course, as are historians, and everyone should have a healthy respect for books both as physical objects and as sources of information, but you’re going to have to get rid of them sometimes, and you’re just going to have to learn how to do that dispassionately.

Have fun! No one gets into this because they want money; if you want to be a librarian, or work in any library-adjacent field, it’s because you really care about the values of librarianship, or the people in your community, or preserving and sharing as great a wealth of information as possible. Your job will often be thankless and it’ll sometimes be exhausting. There will be times where it’s actually scary. And unless you’re rich as balls, it will make you stare at your student loans and sigh with despair. (You may be living in your parents’ basement while you sigh at your loans because you can’t afford to live on your own, for an example that has zero relevance to any authors of this blog, living or dead.) I can’t tell you if it’s worth it -- though you’ll probably find out pretty quickly during your internship, because that’s what internships are for. All I can say is that I love it, and I can’t imagine doing anything else.

#ask forest #libraries #librarianship #information science #career advice #education advice #oh my god this is long #i have a lot of feelings okay?#there is no way on earth anyone will read all of this #if you do tell me bc i will not believe it #Anonymous

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ameliyaahn3 · 4 years

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🖇 hello!! assassination classroom matchup, (any male character) please!

― i’m a female and a grey asexual! people find me intimidating the first time they see me, but i’m really not that intimidating. i’m somewhere in between an intj-t and an entj-t. i’m a slytherin, and my enneagram is 3w4. i’m kind of an oikawa kinnie/dazai kinnie lol.

― appearance-wise, i’m 165cm (5’4"), asian, with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes! i don’t like wearing dresses, often times i’m wearing long sleeves paired with shorts or jeans.

― personality-wise, i can be cold and really blunt at first and i don’t let people in easily bc trust issues™ at the rare times people actually succeed in making me their friend, i’m a bit chaotic. i’m a rational person (which sometimes offend others??), but i can be very childish at times. i have pretty dry and dark humor, and i love making sarcastic comebacks. it’s literally second nature at this point. i’m a vv moody & have a short temper. people say i’m iNtElLiGeNt, and so naturally, i’m the person my classmates go to for academic help, despite being super harsh when they get something wrong. (i can’t help it bc what i teach them usually seems easy to me ;-;"). and sometimes i’m just so done with everyone’s shit that i don’t care about anything HHHHH it’s like i have two separate personalities??

― i like horror, psychological thrillers, action & action comedies. i’m very interested in psychology & pathology, and i want to be a psychologist or a forensic psychologist one day. i love spicy food and have a sweet tooth! (ill eat literally ANYTHING sweet) i also prefer working alone than in groups, bc i do better alone. i love foxes & cats too! (i have a cat named ginger eEEE) i also really love collecting stationery!!

― i hate crowds & socializing. i’d prefer staying in and binge watching anime or movies! despite being the person people come to for academic help, i absolutely hate studying and rarely ever do study.

― my hobbies are writing, drawing, playing the piano, violin & guitar and singing! at a young age i’ve been taught how to play those instruments, but i’m only really good at piano. the life of an asian lol

thank you ❤

A/N : I can't believe how similar we are like...??? It's almost like I did a matchup for myself ? So I'm pretty sure about everything I've wrote ? Scary.

Assasination classroom >>>

I match you with...

Asano Gakushuu

If peoples are intimidated by you the first time, this guy wasn't afraid one second and I believe that it was the same in the other sense.

You two just fear nothing in this world... okay maybe Asano is scared of his father and you can't trust peoples.

Daddy issues ™ x Trust issues ™.

But you two still at least "sociables" person and were pretty quickly interested in each other despite that you tried to not make it look like it.

He is tall for his age, good looking, intelligent, multi-talented... and such a cold bastard but its just a personality traits like another one for peoples like us.

And you are an individualist, multi-talented, intelligent and kind of tomboyish girl too, traits that all together aren't very usual to Asano in the other hand. He just know one guy like that, and he's probably the one he hates the most. Karma.

Then you know what does it mean already, here begin your ennemies to lovers romance !

If you two are very smart students, the existance of each other was disturbing as your opinion about school, studying and all were different.

I assume that you would be an A-class student and as one, Asano would pay attention to if you do your homework in time but you just don't need that and you maked him clearly understand ?

But who's the school president ? He's superior to you! How dare you ?

And here we go again : another fight, who would win this time ? You're naturally talented for comeback and a funny person, he's polite but don't hesit to go really hard just to shut your mouth. He loves your lips.

Asano don't pity you at all and even laugh at you when he see how much you don't like crows and peoples in general and prefer to be alone, watching anime and movies.

But makes fun of you less about it with time and try to help you a little bit, not too much cause he want you only for him.

Also because despite being a more sociable person, Asano isn't funny and is worst than you about build strong bonds : he just use peoples.

He hates and loves your academic facilities cause thank to them you manage to keep up with him but he can't study with you in an 100% academic way.

But I think that the worst thing for him is that because of them you're able to give him advices sometimes about how he should lead the school and that you can make him question himself about his own perfect methods !

This bitch critics almost everything you do : piano, guitar, writing and violin just because he's better than you and makes you feel it.

Just don't show him your stories/texts or this will be his writing and don't try to be a better guitarist than him cause this will never happen.

But don't be sad cause he respects you singing and drawing, Gakushuu don't even dare to say bad about them except if this is objective, he also likes your interest for psychology, often asking for your knowledge randomly and in fact you're the leader here.

Yeah, you're the one in control, you just let Asano believe he's dom. This guy is so embarassed and ignorant about love, feelings but act like he's confident.

You're mostly in charge of physical touch.He hates to feel weak, can't assume his desire for you, he's just messy about it! You're the only one person he's totally honest with.

Spoil you when he think you deserves it only... well that's what he want to believe : He don't know how to show his love properly so he do what he can -> he don't understand the concept of love language as he can't believe he's a giver and that he just can't identify to them.

Asano isn't interested in animals but do efforts with Ginger, not very difficult as he is a cat person.

Your family will loves him, unfortunately his father won't like you.

Slytherin x slytherin, 3w4 x 3w4, so similar but so different too, you should consider potentialy being an entp.

Can't assume to like when you're chaotic, he complain about it but it does have positive effect on him.

He's never offended with whatever you may say, he's captivated by your reflexions and ideas. Lips

His kiss are surprisingly passionate, sometimes is having a hand in your shoulder while talking, he often touch your back and when he feel confident he takes your hand in public.

Others potential match :

The Reaper, Itona Horibe

#matchups #matchup #assasination classroom #asano gakushuu #itona horibe

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vanikolya · 4 years

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hello! can i request a matchup (male characters) for bungou stray dogs & assassination classroom if that's okay? thank you 💕

― i’m a female and a grey asexual!

this is rly long omg- anyways, thank you!!

{i hope this is alright! it’s my first time doing a matchup ^^; i hope you enjoy! i wrote them in a headcanon format since that’s what i’m most comfortable with, hope you don’t mind that! - s}

i ship you with...

{.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} RANPO EDOGAWA {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.}

at first, ranpo finds your bluntness interesting; he isn’t going to push you just for the sake of figuring you out, but he can tell there’s something more to you than your cold attitude

completely understands you getting annoyed when your classmates ask you for help and get it wrong, he feels similarly whenever he has to explain the reasoning behind his deductions, and when his clients don’t understand him

he loves that you’re both chaotic/childish and also rational, as he understands that sometimes life really does call for being serious, but downtime is still precious to him and he’s glad he can have someone to relax with outside of his work/the agency

supportive of your dream to become a psychologist, he definitely knows you’re smart enough for it. if anyone tries to convince you to do something else even if you don’t want to, he’ll honestly just like, complain about them to you but he’ll do it in front of them to put them off the subject. he also thinks the idea of being with a forensic psychologist would be interesting, but not in a kind of way where he’d be dissatisfied if you chose to do anything else

stubbornly possessive of his own sweets and sweet stash, but honestly doesn’t mind sharing with you or letting you take some, just as long as you replace anything you’ve taken for yourself

ngl i hc that he loves cats too, if the two of you were to move in together at all but ginger stayed at your family home he would be constantly, cheekily asking to see them, but if ginger moves in too he is chuffed

thinks it’s super endearing that you like to collect stationary, though he doesn’t particularly understand why you love it so much. doesn’t mean he’s not going to buy or ask yosano to buy things for you if he ever spots little stationary things like stickers or memos that he thinks you might like

prefers to stay inside with you anyway, most if not all dates planned by him consist of things like movie nights or playing games inside. if you do want to go outside somewhere though, on occasion, it isn’t a problem with him but it doesn’t change his preference considering he struggles to do certain things without using his ability

isn’t going to pressure you into singing/playing for him when he figures out you can but i feel like he’d enjoy it if you did, even if you’re not specifically playing for him, just practicing, he still likes to listen to you

he’d ask you in a cheeky/childish way, like “not to be cheekyyy, but can you play/sing for meee”

{.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} KARMA AKABANE {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.}

teases you for your height, but in a kind of “aww, you’re so small, so cute” way, even though you’re only about a head shorter than him. he’ll stop if you ask him seriously enough but until you do he’s just going to assume that you don’t mind it

treats you the same way as he would with anyone else in the class, until he gets to know you and sees that you aren’t entirely as cold and blunt as you were letting on

he likes getting on your nerves to a certain extent, only ever really driving you to a “i love you but if you don’t shut up-” kind of mood, not too much to really set off your temper and make you mad at him. he finds it fun to bounce off your sarcasm with his own, either to tease you or someone else

willing to help you out with your classmates if they ever come to you for help, after all he has some of the highest grades in class if not the highest, so he’s capable of helping. however, he’s similar to you, he’s harsh and gets a little agitated if someone fails to understand something that’s so easy for him

similar film tastes, his favorite genres are action & action comedies. he gets surprisingly into discussing films with you. if there’s a new film coming out that you both want to watch and he ends up seeing it before you, he might joke about telling you spoilers but he wouldn’t actually ruin the film for you, because it would annoy is sm if someone did that to him

honestly not too fussed about what your dream job is and what you’re aiming for, that’s your business, just as long as your happy. if you need help with it though, he’ll take an interest and try to help as he knows it’s something that’s going to make you happy

he’s fine with either going outside or staying in with you, he prefers to go out but isn’t going to pressure you to. sometimes he sees spending time inside with you as special even if you’re just watching anime, it’s more private

if you do go out though he’ll try avoiding crowded areas with you, whilst also trying not to make it obvious that he’s doing it ig

he’s never particularly been interested in creative things like writing, drawing, and music; his strong points in class being more maths and science; so anything you make or play is honestly amazing to him especially since he has nothing like his own experience to compare it to (if that makes sense-- sorry for the personal comment aha but like ig it’s similar to if you’re drawing and you don’t like it but someone who doesn’t draw will think it’s great)

#matchup #bsd #ranpo edogawa #assassination classroom #karma akabane

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mythopoeticreality · 4 years

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Ohohoho I love headcanons howsabout 21, 24, and 25 for for the Raven King? (also I LOVE your blog theme)

Ahhh! excellent! Honestly I love these things to, such a fun way to develop thoughts about characters and explore them more!^^ Eeee! These are excellent questions too :D (also, thank you so much! <3)

21) Their fondest childhood memory

Hrmm...okay so honestly, I can’t help but feel that The Raven King’s relationship to his own childhood is kind of...a complicated one? I mean, he still refers to himself as the ‘Nameless Slave.’ As a boy he’d already had to fight off attempts on his life. Safe to say, I don’t think John Uskglass has had the easiest childhood exactly?

Of course none of this is to say he has no fond memories from his childhood either. He was Auberon’s favored foster son and student, after all, he became who he was within the brugh. But just to look at the way Fairies act, both between themselves, and when interacting with mankind, I can’t help but feel there was some distance within a lot of John’s relationships as well. And I could go on about this for an entire post in and of itself (and I have... >.>). You have the very difference in natures between Fairies and Humans making it difficult for the Daione Sidhe of Auberon’s court to understand the young Starling at times. You have the whole symbolism in the name Starling -- from the wild mystical appearance of a murmuration, to the fact that Starlings historically have been kept as pets, trained to speak -- and the possibility of Auberon using John’s accomplishments in magic to make himself look better for teaching the boy (The Gentleman, after all, attempted something very similar, after all, in his inital offer to Norrell, “I simply wish to be allowed to aid you in all your endevors, to advise you upon all matters and to guide you in your studies. Oh! And you must take care to let all the world know that your greatest achievements are due in larger part to me!”). And just on top of that you have this whole thing with Fairies where concepts like empathy and theory of mind seem so alien and foreign to them. But Now I’m getting off track.

All of this is to say that there were very few in the Brugh who the Raven King could really connect with. He’s led a very isolated and lonely sort of life. Which makes Thomas of Dundale’s presence in his life that much more important. I do head canon the two of them growing up in the brugh together -- and a lot of John Uskglass’s best and most cherished memories as a child are shared with him. Thomas -- as another human being -- understands him in a way no Sidhe can. He understands John in a way most other Englishmen cannot, because he grew up in such similar circumstances. Of course, he doesn’t always quite grasp what John is thinking all of the time, and John doesn’t always understand the way Thomas thinks either because of the differences in how they were raised, because John grew up in the Brugh all of his life, while Thomas atleast spent part of his life in a human family and can remember it. But still, they understand one another better than most.

So yeah, fondest childhood memory? It’s the dark of night, silent save for the distant sounds of Fae celebrations and the soft breathing of the other children and slaves stolen away by Auberon’s folk. The others are all asleep -- save for two young boys. The younger one -- who is nameless-- is restless as he usually is, cannot sleep and he may be the reason the elder is awake now.The older one -- Thomas -- does not mind, however. And so they talk. The younger boy is curious, he always has been. He has questions, about the world beyond, About England and the world Thomas grew up in, the people who raised him before (people like himself? People who cold have been like his parents?). And thomas answers his questions -- as best as he can, atleast. He tells the boy of his family, his parents, his siblings. Thomas tells him the old stories his nurses used to tell him, of brave and honorable Knights and Kings. And together, during those late nights, the two boys make their plans together. “Someday we’ll go back there. Someday I will show you everything and you will see it for yourself. Someday.”

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

Would John Uskglass ever wish he could change anything about himself? He’s definitely not going to admit to it, certainly. John Uskglass is arrogant and proud, he’s called so several times in the book and in the Ladies of Grace Adieu (John Uskglass and the Cumbrian Charcoal Burner, ftw!) and it’s just hard to picture him as ever seeing a need to change. As a King especially, there is just this natural air of certainty and assurance, of strength, that is expected of you. You are the one in charge after all. To be anything less than that? To show weakness or vulnerablility, to question oneself? Well, John Uskglass is a King in Faerie, and any ruler of Faerie who wishes to remain as such (who, really, wishes to remain breathing), knows better than that.

And I think, honestly that comes down to the core of it. Not knowing, not understanding. Those moments where the Raven King was left unsure and uncertain -- especially early on in his time as King of Northern England. Imagine it, you are this great magician, a conqueror of two kingdoms by the time your 15 years old, you are brilliant and you know it. You’ve finally arrived back amongst your own people again.

Only...

Only their ways are unfamiliar and strange to you. These people are your own kind, your own species, but you at times feel you can understand the beings that raised you --that are supposed to be far different from you -- so much better.

I do think in those early days there were moments where the Raven King did wish...well. I don’t think he’d ever wish to not be who he was, I don’t think he’d ever want to change that. But I do think he wished he could just understand those around him a bit better. And here’s the thing? He actually did. He did change, he made the effort over time and did get over himself so that he could understand.

It’s not made much of in the book, it’s put in terms of “Becoming less like a Fairy and More like a Man” by Norrell, and the Raven King is still portrayed as proud and arrogant, because...yeah he is still. I don’t think it’s anything that John Uskglass consciously sees as something that he needs to actively be going about and changing in himself. If you are brilliant after all, why not act like it? But still, it was an obstacle for him, and one he did, with time, change to some extant. I mean, he was a lot worse before (refusing to learn to red because you didn’t see what you could learn from others thoughts and opinions?) and I dono, I just think it’s interesting.

25) What other people wish they could change about them

I mean...a whole lot I’m sure xD John Uskglass is not an easy man to get along with, certainly. If I had to guess, for those who spent the most time interacting with him? Just that he could be more straightforward. That his thoughts and plans weren’t always so veiled to the rest of the world, and that people knew his intentions. Just that it didn’t seem as though he spoke in magician’s riddles all of the time! I’m sure the whole air of mystery that he carries about him loses it’s charm pretty quickly after those first few weeks xD

(all that said, I love Uskers for all of his Unknowable ways and wouldn’t have him change a thing ;D)

#Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell #JSMN #John Uskglass #In Which I Talk To People #headcanon #corvidae-quills

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the-bae-who-lived · 4 years

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Hello! 🍊 for Vael and/or 14 for the relationship ask :) :) if you want to of course!

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ♡ 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

ALWAYS ACCEPTING <3

🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

eeee!!!! ok i’ve been wanting to write a bit more about vael’s habits and self maintenance because it’s been on my mind lately so this is great!

BODY HAIR:

let me preface by saying that upon my research of elves, dunmer specifically because vael is half, i’ve found that they have no body hair??? correct me if i’ve been misled by articles i’ve read! but vael doesn’t have to worry about body hair other than her brows, head hair and lashes. but i also feel the need to capitalize on the fact that hair growth and hair removal wouldn’t be a taboo thing in skyrim. people could shave with blades and whatnot but body hair removal wouldn’t be a thing in tamriel because like...they didn’t care since it’s natural and it’s literally just hair??? but removal of hair could also be a cultural choice as well.

basically what i’m saying is that by her genetics, vael is virtually hairless on her body. but if she were to grow hair like crazy, she probably wouldn’t shave it off or care that it’s there. in fact, she’d embrace it and groom herself accordingly for hygienic purposes.

HAIR:

as far as the hair on her head, it’s quite dense and thick and has a lot of texture to it. vael’s mother would trim her hair to keep it healthy. she also taught her how to braid her hair (just simple braids for keeping hair out of the face. which was difficult for vael to learn at first because coordination of the hands lol). but most of the time, especially as she gets older, she tends to wear her hair down, washes it every few days, and ties it back when doing more strenuous work.

BODY/SCENTS:

vael keeps up on her personal hygiene. she’s not concerned with looks, but she cared about how she felt and if she smelled good so she would bathe regularly and because she grew up around potions and ingredients, she was taught how to make pretty smelling oils and waters for simple aromas and also to put on herself.

PHYSIQUE:

vael was never one for exercise per say but she did eat a lot of plant based things being that they were most accessible on solstiheim. also a lot of seafood because that was also quite accessible. she’s naturally on the lithe side given her elven genetics but it’s also quite easy for her to gain muscle from her nordic side. she mostly kept busy just moving and walking when she was younger. and now that she’s in skyrim, she will be building up her stamina and muscles with all of the dirty work she’s getting into. (i might make a more detailed headcanon about her body stats at some point!)

MAKEUP:

makeup was never something she played with given where she grew up and how she grew up. solstheim is there was never a reason to have makeup. if you give vael makeup, she wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it (and we’re gonna get into some makeup a little later on in the story(((((((((::::::::) but since her mother was fleeing from vvanderfell, she wasn’t making makeup a priority to bring with her.

ship headcanon meme

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

KDSJBGHDFG!!!!

if kaidan has a cold:

he’s not like most guys in that he would literally rather suffer in silence than admit he’s sick. because most guys are big babies LMAO. it’s not a masculinity thing but a perseverance thing. he was always taught to push forward no matter what and a little cold is no excuse. but now that he’s with vael, and she’s pretty observant (who wouldn’t be with kai he’s so fine), she calls him on his shit and forces him to take a break. she’s an attentive person naturally. she was very much cared for a loved by her mother and elynea growing up. not only that, but they taught her so much about making her own medicines and tending to a home and being resourceful.

vael would first get kai to chill out and take a break whether it was at a camp they set up or at an inn. she would rather lose time than have kaidan get sicker and have to cope on the road. kaidan would be really stubborn about it but agree eventually because he knows it’s what’s best and that vael is equally, if not more, stubborn and would force his sick ass to lay the hell down whether he wants to or not.

she would make sure he’s comfortable and warm, get him out of his armor and wrap him up in furs. and then she’d get to making some holistic remedies for a cold. she would also make him soup and remind him to eat even when he’s not hungry or can’t taste anything because he needs the energy and nourishment. he would probably feel a bit strange about letting her take care of him in that he’s not used to a female presence that’s nurturing, (his ex girls ain’t shit and obviously his poor mother is gone) but would eventually just let it happen because it feels nice to be cared for. he would definitely be worried about her catching the cold though and warn her to keep her distance but vael doesn’t really care.

and when she makes it perfectly clear she doesn’t give a fuck about his snot nosed can’t breathe sick self, he accepts her cuddles. she’d make him a sleep tonic and then hold him through the night and stroke his hair and coddle her grown ass man.

if vael is sick:

vael has gotten sick a few times before but nothing ever too serious. a cold isn’t a big deal for her but it’s uncomfortable being that she doesn’t have a stable home and or elynea to care for her. with kaidan, she tries to conceal it a little because he warned her about getting to close and catching his cold. so when it happens, it’s a joking i told you so. but then he’s quick to return the favor of his care. kaidan’s approach to caring about others or for others is kind of nonexistent or even a tough love type of care. but not with vael. it’s so painfully obvious how soft he is for her and that she’s teaching him how to care for someone else in ways more than just pertaining to emotions.

since he’s not as well versed in tonics/remedies/potions as she is (not in the way she uses them), he would have her tell him what ingredients he needs and walk him through the process of creation. and if we thought kai was protective always, he’s even more protective now. he doesn’t want to leave her side but will gladly give her space if she wants it. but he’ll sleep at her side to keep her warm. he’s like a furnace tbh. so he’ll lay with her at night when she’s in and out of sleep and just let her snuggle up to him. he tends to stay awake just in case she needs something and so that he’s aware of his surroundings to make sure both of them stay safe.

kai is actually a GREAT cook. despite not being able to really whip up potions or knowing more obscure ingredients, he knows how to make a good meal. he’s had to fend for himself a lot and so, he learned how to feed himself well. he came by quite a few cook books during his travels and may or may not have taken one or two of them. he’s not ashamed to admit that he’s spent some of his hard earned coin on spices. he doesn’t have them now being that his camp was raided and belongings stolen, but the man knows how to improvise with natural spices. and they definitely clear sinuses LMAO.

kaidan will offer to read to vael because he knows it lifts her mood even if he’s sassy about it any other time. he wants to return all of the care she gave to him back tenfold not because he feels indebted to her like how they came to travel together after the prison, but because she deserves to be cared for in that very same fashion with the same energy.

#Anonymous #thank you so much for the ask <3

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aka-indulgence · 5 years

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Quiet

eeee I’m sorry for distressing and projecting over here ;w; I’m not a very emotionally sturdy person TuT Desc: You come home being especially silent, and your bitty (UF!Sans) gets suspicious... (this is the first time I wrote bitty ANYTHING, please forgive me)

He saw you walking through the door, silent, head hanging low.

that’s new...

“Hey Edgy,” You call to him, weak, giving him a weak smile.

He noticed your eyes were watery.

the hell..?

It was raining outside, the sky pretty dark since it was nearing dusk. You put your umbrella and coat on the rack, and quickly dumped your other belongings on the couch in front of him.

“ey human, where ya goin’?”

“I’m just eating.” You answer him, voice flat.

what’s going on?

“... You want some too?” You turn to him, not fully... He couldn’t see your face.

“nah, i already ate.” Edgy was now turned fully to you, from his position watching the TV.

“Ok. If you want anything... Just ask.”

... This was odd.

Every time you went home you always had a smile on your face ready for him, quickly running over to coo and smother him with affection that he always tried to run away from, though he absolutely loved your attention.

Even when you weren’t so sunny... When you were frustrated he could see you heaving and sniffing, and you’d talk to yourself out of frustration about whatever made you upset, and he’d come to your shoulder to give you a tiny hug on the head, which you were very receptive towards.

But today...

You were obviously not in a good mood but... You were quiet. Just... Quiet.

He heard the microwave ping from the kitchen and blinked. You bought something from the convenient store?

You walked right past him and the TV, table, and sofa arrangement in your living room to go towards your small round dining table.

Then he saw you put a cup noodle on it, folding your hands on the table, then put your head into your hands, your cheek on it. Facing away from him.

“hey hey hey,” Edgy got up to his feet, walking to the edge of the table to hop off it, quickly scaling up your chair and jumping to the table beside the cup noodle which was about his height. “what the hell ‘r ya doin eating this?!”

“Easy to make.” You sounded muffled, by the hair that was covering the front of your face.

“it ain’t good enough fer ya,” Edgy scolded, “why aren’t ya cooking?”

“...”

“Just... Don’t want to, I guess.”

He heard you getting downer.

Edgy couldn’t stop the concerned dip in his brow bones at his human’s lack of excitement. He walked around the cup to his human’s face up front.

Your hair was sticking to your cheeks. He couldn’t see your eyes.

“ey. what happened.” He asked, stern. You mumbled and turned away from him, burying your head in your elbows.

“ey, answer me, human,” He walked up to you, nudging your elbow.

“Mmmit’s not imprtant,” You sounded, muffled.

“i don’t care, tell me!” He nudged you harder, both of his tiny hands on your arm.

“It really isn’t important!”

“then why’re ya hidin’ under there?” Edgy pressed.

You made a small whine that made him feel like a mother that was pressing her child who was too scared to tell on the one who bullied her in school.

You finally picked up your face from your arms, moist from the tears you were trying to hold back and failing, already he could see them building up in your eyes, about to spill over. Your brows were knitted, lips pressed together, eyes and cheeks starting to get red, eyes watery.

“Someone told me to shut up, ok?? I-it’s not important!” Your voice broke as the first tear fell.

“... what?” Edgy blinked.

“...” Your eyes darted away from him. “... I told you... It wasn’t anything...”

“I’m just... Too fucking frail I guess.”

“whoa whoa whoa,” Edgy actually stepped back- You don’t curse. You rarely curse unless it was a reaction from touching something hot or stubbing your toe on the door frame.

“what happened?” Edgy asked you, tone a neutral flat.

“I’m just too sensitive... It’s... It’s nothing.” You looked down at your hands that had started to fiddle with themselves.

“nah, that can’t be it,” He continued to press. He’d told you to shut up multiple times in the past... That had never stopped you from laughing and cuddling him harder to your chest, to which he’d just growl like a puppy and eventually giving up, resting on you. You weren’t sensitive to the word... There had to be something else. He’d feel really guilty if you were, though.

“there’s another reason. what?” Edgy gripped onto your soft arm.

“Mmf.... That was it, ok? Nothing else! It’s just me! It’s fine!” You squirmed, seeming to be comfortable enough with blaming yourself.

“no no no, ya ain’t getting away like that.” He moved to sit on your arm, “ya think ya can lie, human? cus ya can’t.”

who made you cry?!

After whimpering to yourself again, the scene looking ridiculous that a full sized human was being dominated by a skeleton roughly the size of two fists stacked together, he saw you slumping your head in defeat.

“... It’s my fault really...” You started, “My... My tutor told me to shut up.”

... Oh.

“I was being loud and annoying... That’s all... I deserved that...” You shrunk into your seat. “Besides, they were saying it in a joking manner anyways, so no hard... No hard feelings! I’m just weak...” You sniffled, already your tears were drying away.

“... what the hell,” Edgy stood up from his sitting position, “human, no,”

“What?”

“no, that’s fuckin’ wrong,” Edgy grunted as he started to put his hands on the side of your shoulder, “no, you-” shut up- that’s the wrong thing to say now- “listen to me now, human,”

You sat back up straight, eyeing your tiny companion as he scaled up the length from your elbow to your shoulder, sitting down heavily (well, as heavy as he could) on it. “yer not weak,”

“Yes I am!” You argued, “You said yourself that you’re not soft- You yourself think soft is weak!”

“i never said that!” He yelled back, knowing it was true, then, he kind of silenly implied he thinks being soft is weak. That... That didn’t change, no... Nope. It’s just... Ugh!

“You would never cry if someone told you to shut up...” You muttered, looking away from him.

“...” He went silent. Well... It was true he wouldn’t cry if anyone told him to shut up. But that didn’t mean he was never hurt. “... depends.”

You seemed put off by his honest answer, looking back up to him.

He would want to say he wasn’t a crybaby but... He couldn’t say that either now.

“look, if we were messin’ around and havin’ that light banter we usually do-” He saw your eyes light up a bit and shit he just silently admitted he liked that- “an’ if ya told me ta shuddup, i wouldn’t listen and jus’ keep yellin’ whatever it is i was yellin’,”

“but if we were having a heated argument or something, and then ya told me to shuddup, i’d probably say something nasty... fer real.”

You understand that, didn’t you?

“... But teach was saying it in a joking manner,” You said looking to the side.

“i don’t know, i wasn’t there to see it.” Edgy admitted. “so c’mon, tell me the full version.”

You sigh. “You’re not going to find anything, but ok...”

You told him how you were doing a paper and you got pretty confused, asking out loud on how to do it, not directly at anyone... Your tutor was with someone else and had told you ‘(Y/n)? Shut up.”

“ey, that doesn’t sound like they were jokin’ ta me!”

“They said it with a smile though! They were obviously not trying to hurt me!”

“but they were sayin’ it with intent, (y/n!)” You blinked when you heard him call your name- He didn’t do that often.

“they wanted ya to be quiet... and that can feel pretty shitty when yer just trying to get help and ya get shot down.”

“...” You took in his words slowly. “Am I annoying?”

“what-”

“Am I too loud? Do I bother you?”

You looked at him with guilty eyes.

Edgy paused, not knowing what to say, picking his words carefully. Any other time he’d jump at the opportunity to call you annoying but... That wasn’t even true. When you’d leave, he did anything he could at his spare time, to wait for you. He’d always get worried when it was past the time. He really liked your company.

“... I am, aren’t I,” You look back down on the table, looking defeated. Apparently you took his silence as a yes.

“wait what?!” He all but screeched, “no no no! ya don’t!”

You could hear him pitying you, and that made more tears welling up in your eyes.

“no no no! listen ta me human!” He grabbed onto your cheek as best as he could and made you turn to him again, eyes wide at the fact he could do that.

“ya don’t bother me, ok?” Edgy looked intensely into your eyes, “... well ya do, but not like what yer thinkin’,” He smirked at you, and he saw you smile a little.

“ya see? jus’ because they said it with a smile and no ill intent doesn’t mean ya can’t get hurt from it. i did something like they did and ya smiled fer a change,” He pointed out, making you blink at his words.

“sure, ya can hear someone tellin’ ya to shut up and be ok with it. but... they said it with intent and clearly tryin’ ta tell ya they were bothered by it. and... that doesn’t feel good when yer just trying to get help, and ya basically get told that yer bein’ annoying. so it’s fine ta cry...” He said, wiping your tears again.

“They probably didn’t mean any of this...” You claimed.

“yeah,” He admitted, “but that doesn’t mean it ain’t gonna hurt.”

“look, knowing you, ya probably look up to ‘em and find their opinion of ya real important, huh?” You looked away from him sheepishly. He caught you. “but that don’t matter. ya shouldn’t be so hard on yerself. ya should tell ‘em that that’s a sensitive area for them...”

“... Nah, I’m good now,” You smiled fully at him now, wiping your tears away.

“They didn’t mean it, I was sensitive but... They didn’t want to hurt me. I just won’t take it to heart next time. I’m good.” You beamed at him, a genuine one at that, so he could tell you weren’t lying to hide yourself again.

“what the hell. ya can’t just flip the switch like that,”

“Yeah I can. Now, do you want some noodles, Edgy-boy?”

Edgy grumbled and slid a hand down his face, a smile creeping up on him. “sure.”

As he ate the cup noodle with you, he thought. He knew you weren’t a confronter... And that would mean you were willing to endure the things that hurt you, even if you were less damaged by them... You were still doing your best not to. Maybe... Maybe he can hide in your bag the next time you go to that class. Then he could come out to the teach and tell ‘em that they needed to be more careful around you... He couldn’t let you come home hiding yourself like that again. Didn’t matter if you were ‘sensitive’, people were different and he couldn’t let you just take everything like that.

... Just this once, he'll admit that he liked you... a lot. He didn't like you being sad... You deserved better.

#stress relief #I'm sorry #;w;#got a lil upset earlier #but that's ok...#super self projecting #haha;;#reader #bittybones #uf!sans #uf!sans & reader #nicknamed red as edgy #not to be confused with edge #that's a bit confusing i'm sorry #-w-'#short fic

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aziraphalesrarebooks · 4 years

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@eunyisadoran tagged me to do this writing themed questionnaire and they’re super swell and why not?

The Fandoms: My very first fanfic was Doctor who, I have one Sherlock crossover, I think I did maybe 2 Harry Potter fics and the rest are all Good Omens.

Tropes: I really like soulmate stuff and human au’s. Found family seems to be my biggie though.

Number of Fics: 32

Fic I spent the most time on: A Beautiful Fiction I think I worked on it a little over 6 months in total?

Fic I spent the least time on: Hope is the thing With Feathers I spent such little time on it I truly couldn’t recall what it was about.

Longest Fic: A Beautiful Fiction I started writing the sequel to this yesterday and I’m pretty excited about it.

Shortest Fic: Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice This is one of my favorites, it’s fluffy and warm and I really love it.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

Hits- Connecting the Stars which I’m in the process of moving into a series format instead of one big fic. (10,832)

Kudos- Connecting the Stars (1126)

Comments- A Beautiful Fiction (78)

Bookmarks- Connecting the Stars (255)

Favorite fic I wrote: Oh gosh, I really have loved writing Connecting the Stars but I think my favorite has actually been my series A Life in Colors. It’s been so fun to write and while there hasn’t been much feedback on it, I have truly enjoyed creating a universe that I don’t think i’ve really seen done in Good Omens. The other is a series I hope to get back to called Through These Pages of Life, I am Bound to You which is basically smut. The idea being that Crowley writes romance novels as a way to explore his sexual fantasies with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale; who has no idea the author is his favorite demon, devours them.

Fic I want to rewrite/expand: Well, haha all of these? I have a full sequel planned for A Beautiful Fiction that’s going to focus on once Crowley is returned. The relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale and how they will deal with their separation. Also Warlock and Adam trying to navigate through repairing their broken friendship and hopeful love. I also have an Ineffable Bureaucracy spin to add. I’d also like to potentially rewrite my first ever smut fic Jealousy Consumes Him because one I’m positive it needs the work and two I have learned more about sexual mechanics since then?

Share a bit of a WIP or story I’m planning: Eeee! Ok so I have been writing this fic for about 2 months? it’s a Human Au where Crowley and Ezra were childhood best friends and also lovers. Fast forward 19 years, they are thrown back together and attempt to navigate their rekindled friendship along with a love that never faded.

A preview below.

Ezra dug around under his sink before pulling out an old vase and smiled. “Adam, fetch a few aspirin from the medicine cabinet while I get these unwrapped.”

He nodded, returning a moment later with a small handful of yellow pills.

“Now, crush them up and we’ll add them to the water. It helps them live a bit longer.”

Adam did as he was told, adding the powder to the vase. He then watched as Ezra arranged the flowers in the vase, glad his gift seemed to brighten up his uncle. Even though he seemed pleased, there was still a sadness hidden in his gaze. For a twelve-year-old, it seemed unlikely anyone could stay so unhappy like his uncle seemed to. It wasn’t fair.

It seemed he would only think of Crowley today. Flowers were his passion after all. Ezra could recall with perfect clarity the day he discovered the language of flowers. It had seemed so romantic, to receive messages encoded in blooms and foliage. There had been a time in his life he was rarely without some type of bloom sitting in water on his desk.

“Out of all the blooms in my garden, I think you’re the most beautiful.”

Ezra ducked his head, his cheeks colored at the praise. “Crowley, stop that.”

“I can’t and I won’t. I actually have you something. I was looking for a book and saw this.” Wrapped in a brown lunch sack was a book. Thin and worn. Ezra treasured it from the moment his fingers touched the pages.

“Did you know, Adam, in Victorian times people would communicate through flowers?” He took pride in teach Adam these tidbits of knowledge, Ezra loved the way his eyes would light up curiously. “For example, this Lavender is for luck and devotion.”

“What about the others?”

Ezra smiled indulgently, “Well, rosemary for remembrance and thyme is for courage.”

“But why would you need to use flowers? Why not just say it yourself?”

What was Ezra to say? That the world was cruel? That things were different then? “Well… everyone loves a bit of romance and sometimes you couldn’t just say things outright.”

“Oh. Well, that’s alright then.”

“What do you say we go see a film before we head to dinner?” Asked Ezra, changing the subject. They were getting into dangerous territory. His mind was turning towards Crowley, there were ways to find people now. He’d been tempted for many years to look him up on the internet but had found himself unwilling to do so. Touching the sprig of rosemary, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever forget Crowley? Would the memories he kept so close to his heart ever fade completely? He’d forgotten his scent and the timbre of his voice. What he couldn’t know, dear reader, was that the very same sprig of rosemary he was admiring had been in Crowley’s hands not some three hours earlier.

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I’m tagging anyone who would like to complete this.

#Good Omens #Fic thing #Fanfiction

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axolotiels · 6 years

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For someone with as many sensory issues as Jinx, morphing was not the best activity she could have performed. Whetlen had warned her the first time she had thought about using a morphing cube.

She tried morphing a bird, cockatiel to be exact. Te odd stimulation, pressure on her brain and bones, as well as general nervousness, left her in a puddle of smoke on the floor as she tried to get all her organs and skeletal structures back in the right places in her body. Whetlen had started panicking immediately, of course, an appropriate reaction to seeing your partner writhing on the ground with a beak trying to recede into their face.

They'd had a rest after that with his tail draped over her legs as she tried to regain some of her energy. <Ok, look, I prolly shoulda warned ya, the firs time ya morph, it's not smooth. Or pretty. Quite ugly every time, actually, but the first time is definitely the least pretty. Unless yer an estreen.>

The next attempt, they decided it would be better to have Whetlen morph before her and show her how it's done. He'd scarcely started morphing before she did, but it was nice to have someone to attempt to walk her through the process, no matter how badly.

The cockatiel he had morphed into was terribly uncoordinated and very shrill, but Jinx could expect herself to be just as so since they'd swiped DNA from the same bird. A standard gray and white pearlie cockatiel was tramping around on the ground with it's wings raised in a little 'v' shape, barking advice before getting off track and looking incredibly lost, only to start chirping again in addition to sending her thoughtspeak.

<Just focus on the DNA part, the rest'll come with it naturally. Automatic package, really, ya just gotta focus on changing what makes you… you- ya know, it's less scary than it sounds. Just be a little bird. Come be a little bird. With me. On the ground. I haven't mastered flyin' yet but we can be birds on the ground!> He punctuated the end of his sentence with a little tweet and his wings spread out as if he was presenting something grand.

It didn't exactly go smoothly, but she didn't stop mid-morph this time. Two twin cockatiels, one awfully dizzy and one awfully uncoordinated, flopped around and tried flying for about half an hour or so. All in all, not a bad try, and not a hard morph.

Things got easier from then on once they figured out her ticks. Make sure she'd slept well, had eaten enough, and, of course, she had to have her morphing coach. As for Whetlen? He seemed to be enjoying having someone to teach, even if it was the most basic approximation of the word. The list went from bird, to cat, to large dog… but the elephant in the room still hadn't been addressed.

Jinx wanted to morph an andalite. Whetlen had pitched the idea long before they'd even acquired a morphing cube that he could use without his allergy acting up. She couldn't remember the exact context of the conversation. They'd both been sleepy, and the one defining feature that Jinx remembered that it had actually been Whetlen to ask to have his head held in her lap.

Of course, the night wasn't exactly one to be remembered fondly. For as much as Jinx adored Whetlen and his company, he was born with his foot in his mouth. He had blatantly said that he wished she was bigger before backtracking, saying he wondered what she'd be like as one of his own species, backtracked again, and the night devolved into a series of awkward conversations that Jinx gladly expunged from easily accessible memories.

She did, however, want to morph an andalite nonetheless. Whetlen had some influence, of course, but Jinx was as naturally curious as she was a people pleaser. His anatomy had intrigued her since they'd met. From his centauric body shape, pretty mottling dotting his flanks and shoulders, extra fingers on both of his hands, to his gangly hooves and tail with the blade so delicate he wouldn't allow even her to touch it, she wanted to know how it all worked but she didn't know why. Chalk it up to infatuation, she wouldn't be able to deny it, anyway.

Long ago, she'd decided that she wouldn't just morph Whetlen. That would be too weird, even for her tastes. She'd had the concept of a Frollis maneuver morph explained to her several times, and she'd settled on that way before the idea of actually morphing ever occurred to her. Making plans for things she didn't think would ever happen was a specialty of hers.

But now, the things she didn't think would happen were actually happening, and she felt like she'd throw up the food she'd just eaten. Nervous it might hurt? Maybe. Performance anxiety? Most definitely.

The moon hung low in the sky, a luminous pale blue eye that watched them from above among clusters of multicolored stars. A hastily made fire pit sat between them, Jinx staring into the low flames while Whetlen, in turn, stared at her.

Her eyes were a nervous orange swirl undercut by soft yellow stars, matching the thin tongues of fire that lapped softly at the kindling at her feet. She held the blanket around her shoulders tightly, having shed her clothes already in preparation for the morph. Whetlen's tail reached carefully around the fire, and the fluff that covered the blade on the end brushed lightly against her hand, startling her eyes from the fire to his own.

Her claws flexed in the dirt and she swallowed, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Jinx stood up with her hands lacing together and hobbled onto the other side of the fire.

Standing next to him, even sitting down, she didn't make it to his shoulder. "We doing this?" She said, sounding a little bit weaker than she intended to.

The way his head was cocked and his ears were perked, his eyestalks focused on her even if they couldn't see her… he was nervous. For what, she wasn't sure. He hadn't seen another one of his kind in a long time, was her first guess. She found herself hoping that he was at least a little bit worried about her safety, but it seemed like a selfish thing to hope for, so she didn't bring it up.

Jinx stood next to him and held his hand, beginning the process of acquiring his DNA. Whetlen's shoulders untensed, his ears drooped, and his eyelids slid down so that he looked to be in a trance-like state.

She waited a second for him to wake up before stepping away from the fire, lest she lose rack of any of the limbs she sprouted during the morph.

"Are you sure I don't need clothes?"

<Don't act like I haven't seen you naked before.>

"Fine."

"I get it, jesus-" She shuffled on her feet and looked at the claws that would soon be gone. Of course, they'd be back, but the concept of them being gone was still foreign even if she'd experienced it before.

"Ok… Ok… here goes… everything." Jinx tried to pace her breathing and tried to figure out where the shift in her body would start as she focused on the DNA. Usually, it began in the bones, and today it followed suit.

There was no pain, as Whetlen had promised, but there was an awful lot of pressure. Her jawbone started melting into the top of her skull, her back began to elongate and stretch into a tail. She held her eyes shut; she never enjoyed seeing what either of them looked like when they morphed. Her vision returned, albeit quite badly, as eyestalks began curling from the flesh on her head. Her weight was beginning to shift and she stumbled backward as a second hipbone and pair of legs sprout from her body before hitting the ground as still-forming hooves. The hooks and barbs on her fingers softened into nail-less fingers that were soon joined by a few extra digits on each side.

Fur prickled along her skin, thickening and curling around her head, along her lengthening spine, and her ankles. When she began to form the tail and the blade, she was struck with a sudden queasiness as the balance shifted again. Evidently, something else was rippling on the outside as well.

Whetlen, who up until then had been watching in silence, clambered to his hooves and ghosted his hands over her changing body before hesitating. <Oh, wh- no, no, love, it's ok, hey, woah->

She briefly opened her eyes and was met with a horribly blurred world where colors hurt and her senses were crossed. Her hearing flashed on and off as she tried to keep track of all her limbs and newly intermingled senses of smell, sight, touch, and a strange lack of taste. The morph was done on a genetic level, a mostly andalite beast with a small smattering of orin DNA to alter things like fur color and texture, but on a physical level, she was still changing at a pace that she wasn't sure of.

She felt Whetlen's hand on the small of her back (Which back? She couldn't tell, assuming she now had two). <If you can't hold it, morph out, it's ok to morph out, you're lookin a little funny there- not in a bad way! Not in a bad wa- well, kind of in a bad way, but that's more the morphin' bit and not your fault. Love, can you hear me? I can't tell, you're all ripply.>

<Ca-ca-cannnnn hear- you. Can y-ou hea m-eeee?> She had meant to say it with a mouth she no longer had, but instead the message came out weakly in a wave of chunky thoughtspeak.

The morph was beginning to even out, her proportions having finally caught up with her. Suddenly she could breathe much better through her nose and not at all through the place where her mouth used to be. Her legs, all four of them now, were shaking as the numbness of the morph wore away. She didn't want to risk moving yet, she was still trying to orient herself without toppling over either into the fire or into poor Whetlen.

His hand was still on the juncture of her backs, but he'd stilled after she'd tried her garbled thoughtspeak.

As quiet settled around them, she could feel her heartbeats, two of them in fact, her blood pounding in her ears. Whetlen said nothing and the fire crackled on. Cautiously, Jinx began opening her eyes, only for her eyestalks to curl and dive around with the unexpected stimuli; she'd forgotten that he was nearly completely blind in his stalk eyes. Reflexively she brought her hands up to her face to cover her eyes, and was amazed by the lack of sharpness to her own fingers.

<You…> The tone of his voice was indecipherable, and some of the hairs on her back stood up in reaction.

Keeping her stalk eyes shut, Jinx pried her main eyes open and waited to regain her focus. The amorphous shape of Whetlen hovered next to her and the flashing pale yellow of the fire bordered her in place. Her vision hadn't been the best in the first place, but fusing with him definitely hadn't helped.

When her eyesight cleared and she saw Whetlen's face, she couldn't help but shrink back a small bit. His blue eyes were wide, reflecting the fire pit next to them, and his ears drooped back; even his eyestalks had stopped squirming and were instead curled gently behind his head like a set of ram's horns.

<What's wr-oooong?> Jinx said softly, her arms locking down to her sides as she felt her legs begin to shake. If she hadn't competed the morph already, the worry would have started reversing the process.

<You… look like… me.>

She leaned her head in to see him better, almost to hear him better, and saw that his eyes had softened just a small bit. The pale pink on his nose had begun to flush like it did when he got excited, and he leaned forward too, his hands balled into fists and held beneath his chin.

<Love, you look like me!> Whetlen went from sounding mildly confounded to supremely happy within a span of a few seconds. <I mean, w- look at you! Look-look at you!>

He shuffled on his hooves and his pelt brushed against her flank, not a bad feeling necessarily, but one she hadn't experienced before. Whetlen started fumbling for something in a bag on the ground, shoving knick-knacks and bits and bobs aside as he looked. His tail was trying not to lash back and forth, lest he accidentally nip either of them with the blade in his excitement.

He pulled out something and held it in his palm before pressing a few different buttons, and a hologram screen spit to life in a rectangular projection screen. He held it toward her adamantly, practically jumping in place.

Whetlen was mumbling and jittering and twitching, and as Jinx began looking at the mirror feature that he'd activated, she suddenly couldn't understand him. Her coat color was drastically different from his, a sharp orange tone that was undercut with cream freckles, copper sprouts of curled fur forming a mop on the top of her head and along the front of her chest. What she was surprised with most, she found, was her eyes. She had probably borrowed the pigment from Whetlen, but it was the stark contrast of soft sapphire blue against fiery orange that gave her pause. After being indifferent to her own reflection so long, she was intrigued by what she saw. There were only a few stars and nebulous swirls. It was her, but at the same time, it wasn't.

Who was she, after she morphed?

Her hand reached up to touch her soft pink nose and brush the hanging curls from her face. She saw Whetlen hovering behind her and felt his hand on the small of her upper back again, and she turned to him with the device in her hand clicking off.

<What do I look like? On the-the body, I mean.> Jinx wasn't used to the feeling of thoughtspeak yet, but tried to smooth her voice out so that it was at least understandable.

<Oh, oh let me see!> Whetlen gently nudged her away from the fire with his tail and circled around her, trying to keep his hands still and doing a very bad job of it as he shook them back and forth. After a few swipes around her he stood poised with one foot lifted and his head tilted. <Ya know, ya don't really look as much like me as I thought ya did. I mean, there's the curly fur but you sort of already had that covered, aaaa… let's see…?>

<You've got a kind of… umber saddle shaped thing across yer back, tufts on yer back, tail blade- oh. Oh, I didn't think of that, how does your tail feel? Wibbly? Does it feel wibbly and hard to control?>

He stood next to her and slid his tail under her own, watching carefully as she tried to flex it. Admittedly, it did feel unwieldy and there was something a little bit… off about the outcropping of bone on the end. It felt too light for the tail itself, perhaps she had morphed it wrong?

<It's a little… it's a little bit… I don't know, I've never had a tail this big.> Jinx tried to raise it, only to feel off kilter, and lowered it back down on top of Whetlen's.

<OH!>

She jumped and shuffled her hooves, adjusting to not being able to feel the bottoms of her feet. <What?>

<Love, you got my socks! We have matching socks!> Whetlen seemed to wiggle in place for a moment before holding his foreleg up and giving his fetlock a shake, then looked expectantly for her to do the same. A brief glance down at her own forelegs revealed that yes, she had indeed stolen his socks; she had a few more stripes and, of course, the color was different, but the fact of the matter was that Whetlen was excited that they had matching leg warmers, and who was she to put a damper on that?

He stopped in front of her and peered at her face very intently, one hand reaching up as the fingers lightly brushed her cheek. <Are those my eyes?>

At first, she didn't know how to answer, and after he flinched back, she especially didn't know how to answer. He shuffled and looked at her with widening eyes, his hands held up in a 'settle down' position. <W-oah, love, you've GOTTA get better control of that.>

<Control of what?> She asked, backing away from the fire just a bit.

Whetlen winced again, his eyestalks whirling. <Ooh-ooh, that. That. You don't know you're doin it, you might've morphed a little weird since most andalites can control that a lot easier. You're lettin' out big waves of emotion. Huge, its like a sound wave. B-besides that, why are you so worried? Oh, here, here, lay down.>

Jinx's ears folded back as she clumsily tried to lay down, eventually settling on her stomach and having no idea what to do with her front hooves at first. Whetlen laid down next to her and hesitantly curled his tail around their bodies before deciding that was a little to close to the fire, and instead draped it over her back, which, in all honestly, she preferred.

<Why are you so nervous?> He asked softly, tilting his head as the fire reflected off of his visor. And he said nothing else, waiting for her to find her tongue and articulate it properly.

Jinx thought while her fingers twiddled together, unable to lift her gaze to return his. <I… I don't know, this feels… this feels weird. I don't know how, it feels really weird. Do I look too much like you? Do I not look enough like you? I did something wrong, I mean, I'm orange! Andalites aren't supposed to be orange! From what you told me anyway. And my eyes! My eyes aren't like yours, they're…weird, there aren't enough stars and they don't look enough->

<Woah, woah!> Whetlen's tail pressed down on her lower back and he put his hand on her shoulder. <You look fine. No, you know what? This is your first Frollis morph with somethin' you've never morphed before. You look MORE than fine. And what's this about your eyes? Look at me. I'll pull up your chin if you won't do it yourself, but given what I'm saying, that's a bit too sappy, innit?>

Jinx snorted and settled on staring at the spot between his eyes so it at least seemed like she was making a vague attempt at eye contact. Whetlen seemed satisfied as he smiled through his cheeks, <Ya see! Your eye are prolly my favorite part! It's like little…>

He leaned in a bit and put his fingers on his chin, pondering; the hair on the back of her neck rose as he did. <Little moonstones. Little moonstones in a… in-in a fire. Moonstones in a fire. Sure, they look like mine, ya took em from me, but there's still the little bit of you in there. There! Right there, ya see!>

He pointed triumphantly at her eyes as if she could see them. <Don't think I don't see those little pink stars sparklin' in there! I've never seen an andalite like you before. Never have, prolly never will again. And even if I do? Show me one with stars in their eyes. Brilliant, they are!>

Jinx was gripping her hands together so hard they were shaking, and even she felt the hot wave of affection that was projected from her head. It was immediately followed by a tickling sense of dread in her stomach. Whetlen didn't usually respond well to verbal acts of affection… in fact, he reacted quite badly and treated her weirdly for a few days afterward.

All the excitement left his face, his expression melting into one of stunned silence as his words twisted away into nothing. He did the andalite equivalent of gulping and whispered, <You… wow. I didn't… you felt…>

Taking a deep breath and feeling every spare bit of fluff she had on her stick up in mild panic, Jinx stretched her neck, cupped his cheeks in her hands, and prayed that pressing her nose to his would distract him long enough to shave off whatever sharp edge she was sure was coming. It had been pinker than it normally was, so she'd expected it to be hot, but the fur under his face was just as hot, if not hotter.

He breathed out and the curls of denser fur hanging from the top of her head swayed, causing her to pull back and look at his face nervously. Whetlen blinked a few times, stunned, before looking at her with a mischievous little twinkle in his eye.

<Andalites don't do that.> He said softly, the fur on his shoulders prickling up just the slightest bit.

Jinx cocked her head and peered at him, her tail curling up over her back into a question mark shape. <Good thing I'm not like any other andalite then, huh?>

She clambered to her hooves and almost promptly lost her balance before righting herself again, rousing her fur and stomping each hoof one time to make sure she had a firmer stance. Whetlen stood much more fluidly than she had and trotted a bit away from the fire before stopping, backtracking, and standing directly in front of her, two and a half heads taller than she.

He tapped his chin and made a face like he was about to ask a question before bending down and mushing his nose unceremoniously to hers. <Dunno, love. Maybe yer startin' a trend. Not a bad one, if I do say so myself.>

He pulled away and trotted around the fire before pawing the earth with his hoof, Jinx watching as another ping of affection left her head of its own accord. He turned back to her and clapped, <Alrighty then! Let's get ya broken in, four legs can be the worst, honestly. Been livin' with it since I was born and I still dunno what order to move em in half the time. Come on, there's a field over here, last one over's sleepin' on top tonight!>

#THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE SOME HAPPY #even then itsnot all happy sjdhbfsf #BUT MOSTLY!#jinxlen tag #jinx writes

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aristocratlegacy · 3 years

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Chapter Seventy (!): Night Out

Chloe: “And you’re sure you’ll be ok? Your birthday was only a few days ago, sweetie- I don’t want to make you feel like we’re making you grow up too fast!”

Pierce: “Chloe, she’s been able to speak in full sentences since she was literally a toddler, I think she can handle it.”

Chloe: “But you don’t know that! Maybe she’s just putting on a brave face! I was a big sister- I know what the pressures are!”

Roswell: “You’re still a big sister, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “I know! And it’s a lot!”

Roswell: “No need to worry, though. My father is right! I’m complete ready to take care of my cousins, we’ll juts hang out like always, but now I can use the stove!”

Chloe: “No!”

Pierce: “Chloe, I taught her how to cook, it’s fine.”

Chloe: “No stove! Microwave only! No alcohol, just watch cartoons until we get back and eat the leftovers in the fridge.”

Roswell: “Got it.”

Chloe: “I left a list with everybody’s phone number, and if we don’t answer right away, dm me on every single social media platform. Even LinkedIn.”

Pierce: “We trust you completely, Kiddo.”

Roswell: “Thanks, Dad!”

Vivien: “Who’s ready to party, babes?”

Walter: “Okay, Roswell, I wrote down everybody’s number and-”

Pierce: “Chloe already covered the overbearing mom thing.”

Vivien: “By cuties! Take care of my baby!”

Pierce: “If we don’t follow her, then she’s gonna just take the car and go without us.”

Chloe: “Bye babies! Call me if you need me!”

Roswell: “Bye guys!”

Barbie: “Byyyye!”

Chloe: “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Pierce: “The three of us have literally not gone out since Barbie was born.”

Vivien: “Maybe you guys haven’t.”

Chloe: “But when was the last time that you stayed out past nine?”

Vivien: “.....I don’t answer to you, Chloe.”

Pierce: “Why are you so freaked out? Antonio is just gonna go to sleep, and Roswell will just do like a science experiment with Barbie and then they’ll post mean comments on videos saying the moon landing didn’t happen.”

Chloe: *Deeeeep breathe* “You’re right. There’s no reason that they’d do anything that they wouldn’t normally do. Let’s go.”

Barbie: “So…can we build that rocket you’ve been telling me about?”

Roswell: “The rocket is really more of a...long term plan. I don’t think anybody is gonna sell a couple of kids the kind of materials we’d need for it, and I don’t think it’s safe for us all to check out the dumpsters.”

Barbie: “You’re not a kid anymore, though.”

Roswell: “That’s...a very good point. Hmm,”

Barbie: “Ros?”

Roswell: “I’m thinking. Our parents trusted me to take care of you two, an taking you to go dumpster diving for the parts would be irresponsible.”

Barbie: “We’ll be fine! We’ll split the work and the responsibilities, that’ll even it out! You’re in charge of me, and I’m in charge of Antonio! Right Antonio?”

Antonio: “Bah?”

Barbie: “Exactly. We’ll be fine!”

Roswell: “I guess it’ll probably be fine.”

Roswell: “Alright, let’s go, we just have to keep an eye on the time and be back before our parents are.”

Roswell: ��Agh! Ew!”

Barbie: “You okay?”

Roswell: “I’m fine! Just touched something wet- you two behave out there!”

Antonio: “Art…”

Barbie: “I’m loving that, Ants. You’re a genius. Like the big sticky mess guy, who’s that guy? Who’s the one with the big sticky mess?”

Antonio: “Ross…...well”

Barbie: “Pfft. Burn.”

Barbie: “Hey Ros did you hear what he said?”

Roswell: “I’m not stuck!”

Barbie: “No- he said you’re a big sticky mess!”

Antonio: “Burnd!”

Barbie: “Hah! Nice.”

Roswell: “Phew. Okay. I’m fine. I’m grown up. I’m the baby sitter. I did not get stuck.”

Barbie: “We already know all those things. Did you find it?”

Roswell: “Yes, actually, I think I have enough spare parts to make the fabricator run properly.”

Barbie: “Hell yes! What’s next?”

Roswell: “Crystals. Lots of them. And some kind of flying apparatus. We have a few options for that but I think I know our best bet.”

Barbie: “What...is this place?”

Roswell: “Spellcaster’s alley.”

Barbie: “Are we floating?”

Roswell: “Yup!”

Barbie: “Where’s the earth?”

Roswell: “It’s another dimension, I don’t know everything. Wait here for a sec, don’t let Antonio wander away. Sir? Hi, can I see your crystals?”

Wizard: “Ooohh-hoo-hoo! Naughty children out past dark unsupervised! Careful, or I’ll cast a spell on you! Wheee!”

Barbie: “Ahh! He cast a spell on me!”

Wizard: “I got your nooooose!”

Barbie: “Roswelll!!!!”

Roswell: “Whoa- what’s wrong?!”

Barbie: “He stole my nose!”

Roswell: “Who? Antonio?”

Barbie: “No! Him- the wizard- oh.”

Roswell: “Barbie, there’s nobody else here”

Barbie: “He disappeared! Now I’ll never get my nose back!”

Roswell: “You still have a nose, Barbie.”

Barbie: “Oh thank god. He must’ve given it back before he vanished.”

Barbie: “Can we ask one of those fools to teach us magic so we can get back at them?”

Roswell: “I mean, I can’t. I’m an alien, I guess you could in a few years, though.”

Barbie: “Hmm….interesting. Is there anything else you need?”

Roswell: “Uh...yeah, I gotta get a radar and a few other things.”

Antonio: “Whaa!”

Roswell: “Oh, shit. Antonio! Press the down button on the broomstick!”

Barbie: “Sooo...when you finish your spaceship, where are you gonna go?”

Roswell: “Uh, I can’t really...say it out loud?”

Barbie: “But you promised not to keep secrets from me, Ros!”

Roswell: “It’s not a secret! I just can’t say it in english. It’s more of a glowy mental thing.”

Barbie: “Can you try?”

Roswell: “Uh, sure….”

Bssssszzzt

Roswell: “You getting anything?”

Barbie: “Uh...I kind of smell pancakes?”

Roswell: “Yeah, that’s probably the best way for me to describe it.”

Barbie: “What do you think the pancake planet is like, Ants?

Antonio: “May-pull.”

Barbie: “Yeah that’s what I was thinking. I bet it’s really cool.”

Vendor: “You should obviously check out the lab if you want more information, but-”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “It’s a weird fruit. I think it came from my planet and it’ll help me triangulate it’s location.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “A hat that will transmit my brainwaves out into space.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “Codes to get into the abandoned laboratory outside of town.”

Barbie: “Are we...going to the abandoned laboratory outside of town?”

Roswell: “Yup, I just have to grab a few things there, and then one more thing, then we can head home.”

Roswell: “Hff, hnggg, shoot. I can’t get it open.”

Barbie: “I can help.”

Antonio: “Help!”

Roswell: “I’m not sure you guys are gonna be able to do any better than me.”

Barbie: “Won’t know unless you try. Ok- Pull!”

Barbie: “Ok, yeah, that bad boy is shut-shut.”

Roswell: “Maybe there’s a key somewhere?”

Antonio: “Color it in!”

Roswell: “Oh- Antonio, no, you probably shouldn’t mess with that.”

Barbie: “Why not? Somebody already drew lines all over it.”

Roswell: “Yeah, because it’s redacted, not because it’s art.”

Barbie: “That makes more sense, it was really bad art.”

Roswell: “Hmm, maybe I can look at these papers more closely and figure out how to get in there later, I don’t think we’ll be able to now.”

Barbie: “Did you get what you were looking for?”

Roswell: “Yup! Well, mostly. It’ll do for now.”

Barbie: “When you go to the pancake planet- are you gonna take all of us with you?”

Roswell: “Um...maybe? I don’t know if I can make a ship that fits seven people.”

Barbie: “Can me and Antonio come?”

Antonio: “Space!”

Roswell: “If Dad and your parents say it’s okay, I don’t see why not.It’ll be pretty cramped, though. We won’t get our own rooms anymore.”

Antonio: “Nooooo...thanks!”

Barbie: “Fine, then you don’t have to come to space!”

Barbie: “You promise you’ll take me with you?”

Roswell: “Of course. I hadn’t even really thought about it, I guess I just assumed that you’d come with me.”

Barbie: “Are we gonna come back ever?”

Roswell: “Of course! I think…”

Barbie: “You think?!”

Roswell: “I mean- I’m pretty sure. It might take a while to get there.”

Barbie: “How longs a while?”

Roswell: “Uh, a few years I’m guessing? Even if I bundle up a bunch of brooms together I don’t think that it’ll really go that fast.”

Barbie: “YEARS?!”

Rowell: “Are you okay?”

Barbie: “I don’t want to leave everybody for years, Roswell!”

Roswell: “Oh. Hm. I guess...I could go alone. That makes the most sense, right?”

Barbie: “I don’t want you to leave for years either!”

Roswell: “I mean I...kinda have to. Literally the whole reason I exist is so I could find my way back and tell my people about humans.”

Barbie: “Aren’t we your people, though?”

Barbie: “Is some quest from people you’ve never met really more important than your family?”

Roswell: “No! I mean…I….”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, Barbie. Can we just...talk about this later?”

Barbie: “Fine. Can we go home yet, or do you have more stuff to get?”

Roswell: “I mean, I have one more big thing to get, but it’s kinda complicated. We can go home if you really want to. I’m kinda tired.”

Barbie: “Ugh. Fine. What is it, we can do one more.”

Roswell: “Okay, this is gonna be a little tricky but I think we’ve still got time before our parents come home, but I think if we ride these broomsticks we’ll be able to get there and back fast enough. Hopefully.”

Barbie: “Okay, when you said one more thing I didn’t think you meant cave-diving in El Salvadora!”

Roswell: “I said it was kinda complicated!”

Barbie: “Why do you always downplay everything when you talk to me?!”

Roswell: “I do not!”

Barbie: “You do! You do! You act like everything is simple and normal and then act surprised when we’re not all on the same page!”

Roswell: “Don’t act like I’m lying to you just because you didn’t have enough critical thinking skills to be able to realize that going on a mission into space would be more than a family vacation!”

Barbie: “I...I..mmm.”

Roswell: “Oh. No nonononono Barbie don’t cry! I’m sorry for yelling! You can yell at me back just stop crying.”

Barbie: “Jerk!”

Roswell: “Barbie come back! It’s not safe!”

Rowell: “Barbie!”

Barbie: “Ahhhhhh!”

Roswell: “Barbie!!!!

Antonio: “EEEE! BONES!”

Roswell: “Aah! Kids, get behind me, I’m the babysitter- I’ll protect you!”

Barbie: “Roswell it’s too dangerous!”

Roswell: “Hiya! Take that! Aaand that!”

Skeleton: “Waa!”

Barbie: “Are you okay Ros?!”

Roswell: “Oof, eyup, just a little winded.”

Barbie: “You saved us! I was so scared!”

Roswell: “And you’re squeezing a little tight there, Kiddo.”

Barbie: “Sorry!”

Roswell: “It’s okay. I’m really sorry for being a jerk before. I didn’t mean it.”

Barbie: “And I’m sorry for running off, too. That was a stupid thing to do, I was just upset because…”

Roswell: “I know, Barbie. I...I’m gonna miss you too.”

Barbie: “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want you to go away without me.”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, and...maybe there’s another way. I’ll figure it out, because you’re my best friend too.”

Antonio: “Friend!”

Pierce: “Hah! And did you see the bartenders face when we-”

Vivien: “Yesssss!! Ahh…”

Chloe: “Shh- the kids are probably asleep!”

Chloe: “Hey, Ros...sorry we came home a little late.”

Roswell: *Yawn* “Oh, I didn’t even realize”

Pierce: “Were the kids okay?”

Roswell: “Oh yeah, no trouble at all. We just watched a few movies, they’ve been asleep for a while.”

Chloe: “Why don’t you go to bed, Ros. Thanks for being such a good babysitter and letting us have a night out. You’re becoming a very responsible young woman and I’m very proud of you.”

Roswell: “Oh, uh, thanks, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “And Pierce- you’ve become such a good father, even though you were scared at first, and I’m proud of you.”

Pierce: “Uh, oh-kay?”

Chloe: “And Walter- you overcame your fear of being boring and asked out Vivien, and I’m proud of you too.”

Roswell: “Not gonna lie, that made mine feel less special.”

Pierce: “Yeah.”

Chloe: “And Vivi- oh sweet, baby Vivien! You’ve grown up so much and-”

Vivien: “Ooookay- it’s been so long since you’ve been wasted I think we all forgot how...supportive you can get. Go to bed, Chloe.”

Chloe: “Okay. Good night, kids.”

That’s it for now! I can’t believe I’m finally on generation 9- it’s been a long...5 years? Is that possible? Oof, anyway, we’re nearing the end, with one of my favorite generations yet. Thanks for reading and leave a comment if you liked it!

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy

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My SNS Imaginary Movie Continues

Here’s the first part incase you missed it

https://rainbowcicada.tumblr.com/post/160793257272/my-sns-imaginary-movie

And the story continues!

YinYang- Welcome Indra and Ashura! We’ve been waiting for you.

Deja vu! Both Naruto and Sasuke are annoyed to be called those names again. But its too much effort to correct the glowing beings.

YinYang- You’ve opened the temple, which means that both of you are now ready to embody Yin and Yang on earth. Would you like to do this now?

Naruto- What?

Sasuke- Explain yourselves, are you talking about the same Yin Yang release the sage of six paths once gave us?

The glowing beings seemed just as confused the two boys.

YinYang- Ah..your father Hagoromo. No. Yin Yang relase that shinobis use is still only a fraction of what Yin Yang actually is. Yin and Yang is a connection that creates.

Sasuke- Connection that creates?

YinYang- Yes, without Yin and Yang nothing would exist. Galaxies would rip a part into oblivion or collapse into nothing!! Its their connection to each other that allows anything to exist.

Naruto- Hmm….Now they’re talking about galaxies. Listen, we just want to know if what you’re gonna do to us is put a sun symbol on my palm and a moon on his.

YinYang-…….No.

Sasuke- What do you really want from us? What did you mean embody Yin and Yang? What then?

YinYang- That’s simply our mission that we were given. You will take our energies into your bodies and become the avatars of Yin and Yang on earth. What you create is none of our concern and it will depend on your connection together….For humans…a connection lasting a minute is fair. (We don’t expect much)

Sasuke thinks for a moment before turning to Naruto.

Sasuke- If it can create, then its still like Yin Yang release. We can use it to recreate my eyes and rinnegan. But other than that, they could be aliens like the Otsutsuki. We can’t trust them.

Naruto furrows his brow- But what are we gonna do when we get back to Earth? That asshole Otsutsuki almost killed me! None of our attacks were working…We gotta try something new! Hmm. Let’s try it! Let’s try using them. We can create a whole new type of ninjutsu that jerk face has never seen before. We’ll catch him by surprise and beat his ass!

Sasuke- Heh…

There were times Sasuke can’t deny Naruto’s creative genius.

Sasuke- Fine. Let’s do that.

YinYang- You understand that what we offer is not ninjutsu. This is Ninshu that your father Hagoromo tried to teach you once. Ninshu will bind your energies and allow you to understand one another without communication.

Sasuke- Hn…. We’ll decide what to do with it! Were ready now.

Naruto- Yosh!

The beings enter their bodies and Naruto and Sasuke’s appearances change. Naruto grew buffer, his hair was wild and he glowed like a sun. Sasukes hair grew longer, his skin became a pale indigo. Although he was still a man, he was arguably even more beautiful. Other than their appearances the boys didn’t feel any different.

Naruto takes one look at Sasuke and internally screams- OH MY GOD HE’S EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN EVER. I COULD STARE AT HIM FOREVER! BOY, HOW DO I MAKE YOU MINE?

Sasuke’s striken with fear, stares into Narutos eyes and blushes, and thinks- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

The connection instantly breaks and Yin and Yang leave their bodies.

YinYang- Your connection lasted seconds….We’d hope it would last longer.

Naruto and Sasuke blush and both boys awkwardly look at the floor.

Naruto- Did we just read each others minds?

Well it wouldn’t be the first time, but somehow this time it was more intense? The beings explain..

YinYang- Of course. Yin and Yang exist within each other. Therefore, as our avatars, the two of you will also exist within the other. That includes your thoughts, feelings and each others chakras.

Sasuke’s face was still red- USURATONKACHI!…Don’t look at me like that!! Its distracting!!

Naruto- Yeah it is distracting! How do you think I feel! And I can’t help it you know…those are kinda my subconscious thoughts…Well I guess theres no point in lying now. You were kinda hot!

Naruto blushes. Tomato Sasuke still couldn’t bring himself to look Naruto in the eyes. He’s used to fan girls crushing on him and it never affected him before. But Naruto? Naruto found him attractive? For some reason this makes his heart race.

Sasuke calms down, places his hand on his hip and smirks.

Sasuke- It can’t be helped…its because I’m Uchiha. I get it, I have an affect on guys too.

Naruto- Hmmmm?? I don’t think that was why…..

Sasuke- But if were gonna battle with Yin and Yang we need to keep our thoughts focused! Right now, focus on rinnegan!

Naruto- R-right! I can stay focused! Rinnegan….Rinnegan….Rinnegan….OKAY GLOWY BEINGS. Please enter our bodies while I’m focused. RINNEGAN.

Yin and Yang re-enter their bodies. Their eyes met again. Like SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, Sasuke felt stupidly warm and fuzzy when he gazed into Naruto’s eyes. Meanwhile, Naruto felt exactly the same as he gazed into Sasuke’s eyes, even if they were still frog eyes… And even though right now they can feel each others emotions, they were each oblivious to it. Becaue their feelings were so mutual, they simply mistook each other’s feelings as their own.

Naruto only focused on Sasuke’s eyes, if he looked anywhere else he’d get distracted again!!

Naruto- RINNEGAN!! Wait…what are we supposed to do now?

(pssst….theyre communicating in their heads)

Sasuke-….I have no idea…..But Rinnegan comes from Sharingan mixed with the chakra of Senju??

Naruto- Right! Let’s first start with just giving you back your original eyes?

Naruto wasn’t sure what he was doing, his hands just started moving on their own. He placed his warm fuzzy hands over Sasuke’s eyes. A strange power transformed Sasuke’s frog eyes back into their original form. Sasuke can sense the power of his sharingan again, and Naruto’s senju chakra. Within moments, his Rinnegan awakened. He was content to only have it in his left eye.

Naruto- It worked!!

Sasuke- We can leave any time now. But now that we have time, we should learn more how to use this Ninshu and form a battle strategy.

Naruto- Alright..

In that moment, Naruto couldn’t help but think that Sasuke would come up with some fancy technical brilliant plan, half of which he would be too dumb to remember…And thats how he felt…dumb. Meanwhile, Sasuke couldn’t help but think that Naruto would be a creative genius and have a sponteneity that always leaves Sasuke feeling….a little envious. And with that their connection broke!!

Naruto- What happened? I was admiring that you’re really smart, and you felt I was really creative. We were complimenting each other right? So, thats a good thing? Im confused.

Sasuke- Hn…

YinYang- …..You’re connection has nothing to do with complimenting each other. But accepting the others thoughts and emotions as your own.

Naruto- Wait..you mean, accept Sasuke’s thoughts as mine? I can’t do that! HUMANS DON’T WORK THAT WAY!!

Sasuke enoys the privacy of his own thoughts- Tch…Naruto probably has perverted thoughts all the time, there’s no way I could ever accept that as my own.

YinYang- You already have. You’ve already felt each other’s pain and lonliness as if it was your own. You’ve already smiled when the other smiled as if that smile was always yours. You have been accepting each other’s thoughts and emotions since you were children.

Naruto and Sasuke felt silent. Each of them felt their faces flushed and wondered if the other was blushing too, but neither turned their heads to look.

Sasuke sighs- How obnoxious. Of course there’s a catch. I understand now why we lost our connection.

Naruto- Hmm, why?

Sasuke- Naruto, when you were thinking that I’m smart, you felt like a dumbass. I was the one who couldn’t accept those thoughts.

Naruto- What do you mean?

Sasuke- ……..I don’t think of you as a dumbass, dumbass!

Naruto didn’t know whether to cry, scream or burst out laughing at Sasuke’s compliment. So he did a combination of all three.

Naruto- Eeee..!!! Hahhahaha!! So you’re saying, you think I’m brilliant and smart too?

Sasuke- Heh. No one else would have had that stupid idea of using Reverse Harem jutsu on a demi goddess. That kind of stupidity is its own brilliance.

Naruto- Yeah well, you’re not exactly Shikamaru you know. Once you start fighting, you’re body just kinda moves on its own! You can be a real beast!

The two boys smile and have renewed confidence.

Naruto- Let’s go beat some Otsutsuki alien freak ass!

Sasuke- Hn!

To be continued.

#sns #sasunaru #narusasu #kinda a dream #kinda a fanfic

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