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Ships on Attack on Titan
Isayama clearly didn't intend to designate one person associated with Levi romantically.
Whether he will ever admit or not, he reflects his feelings and understanding of world through his creations and his views on romantic relationships and partners. In this case he is a heterosexual, mostly, male, so his views on female partners can be deduced from his work. It's not shown in manga, ever, that Levi is popular amongst women. However, Petra had feelings for Levi clearly.
Isayama's favorite female character, or his ideal female image is(of course, pre-marriage) Hange. Yes he loves Mikasa, but it's more of his suggested female image for younger girls; strong, royal and secure. He loves Mikasa as his niece. There is no single best features of women that is likened by every men, but I guarantee, being older and interacted in work settings, there's absolutely no men in the scout that secretly don't fancy Hange. Hange is a woman that makes certain men's heart beat like no other. Yes, even without big boobs. Here certain men I'm referring to are the men with brain who are serious with the work. She is quirky, but she is so resolute, smart, strong and brave. She is someone you want to be dominated by, not you want to control out of pure physical attraction. And of course, Moblit shows explicit royalty to Hange that may or may not be due to his personal feelings for her. The manga scene where Mobile looks at the direction of Hange shows he is serious with his dedication to support her, or his love for her.
Here I pointed out that Isayama killed those two characters; moblit and Petra. Furthermore, he killed_he let Levi let Erwin die. Because he loved him so much? No I think because he wanted Hange to himself!!(jk...)
I don't care about all spin-offs of the manga, no regret, junior high etc... From the original manga, Levi constantly looks at one person, that is, Hange. Of course with scowl in his face, he stares at Hange but never was against her or being malicious against her. He thinks highly of her but most importantly, Hange surprises him. He looks at her like something he has never seen before. I hope he will hash out his feelings, or he knows it already but has no intention to let her know. After Erwin's death, there's no other people other than them two, and it became his duty to protect her at all cost.
In the last panel with Hange and Levi, Levi jokingly said to Hange, "You haven't forgot about Titans, have you?" That's right. All the suitable men for you are gone, but you are still flirting with a titan in front of me... And interestingly they were not looking at each other as they spoke. Hange easily could have turned her head towards Levi as she responds to his snarky remark. Talking about their feelings are not something that Japanese adults do, especially eye-to-eye. Also it got confirmed by Hange bringing up "are we proud in front of fallen comrades..." How can it be so obvious?? They are talking about something very private, which they feel ashamed of, just as Armin and Annie's conversation where Annie was embarrassed that they were confirming each other's feeling towards each other.
I don't know whether something happened between them_anything slightly romantic but Isayama is putting it out there, guarding any guesses firmly, because you know, these are Hange's last scenes. He's communicating that Hange and Levi have very special yet private bond that is subtle but far beyond friendship.
Evidences targeting adults are so clear and loud. However, you can't imagine something you haven't gone through, just like your parents' intercourse that happens while you're sleeping.
#levihan#shingeki no kyojin#hange zoe#erwin smith#snk#hanji zoe#captain levi#finally writing this#few more to come
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Black Rose || Chapter 17
Author’s Note: This chapter includes violence, strong language, angst, dark themes, and other possibly triggering content. Please read at your own risk.
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2013
Eric Moretti
Not long after the wedding, I returned home, already trying to bring back some semblance of one normal life. Over that weekend, I hid near outskirts of the beach while Cyrus married an angel. My brother smiled with her more than ever before.
“What do you want?” My therapist, this bookworm counselor who sat across from me while sitting in the room, scribbling notes in some journal that backlogged with old information. If it wasn’t for my military background, I would’ve never gone.
“Peace.” I clipped the word, still struggling to respond without giving too much away. Explaining trauma to a stranger made no sense, especially when this so-called professional knew next to nothing about my own life. Talking to mirages.
“How are things going with Cyrus?” The therapist asked, nodding through silence before scribbling in that journal again.
“As well as you can get. I wasn’t invited to the wedding, but we’re a lot better off now. He moved in with his wife, too.” I attempted, sitting up in the chair and clearing my throat.
“And your mother?” The therapy went, not scribbling much this time. Another round of silence reached the room.
“Okay, I guess. No major fights.” I kept the answer vague, but knew that Toby and Cyrus would always be Mom’s golden boys.
“What about you and Troy?” Another question, this time probing my childhood best friend.
“To be honest, I’m probably the most solid with Troy than anyone else that you just mentioned.” I almost scoffed. “He’s more like family to me than Russ at this point.”
“That’s good.” The therapist understood, but wrote down more details. I could only imagine what had been summed up.
“Look, I’ve booked an hour with you ever since the court mandated this shit after my service. If you can’t crack the code, I might as well leave. Feels like we’re wasting time.” I simmered within, hoping to speed up the process quickly instead.
“I move at your pace, Eric. The more you’re willing to tell me, the more likely you can heal. Help me move along the process with you.” The therapist finally offered insight, giving clarity.
“Where do I start, Doc? If we even look at my old notes, you’ve probably seen hundreds of foster kid tales and armed service backstories anyway. What’s the point of me speaking up again?” I shook my head, but didn’t overreact.
“You still have a voice, Eric. Know that speaking up matters, even when other people describe similar things.” The therapist went on, advising me once more. “Are you jealous of your brothers?”
“Yeah. I’ve always wondered why Mom favored them over me. Hell, Cyrus is only the middle child between all three of us and she acts as if he’s the First Born.” I lowered my voice, trying not to lose composure. “Now, it’s like Mom treats me as a stranger. We act kind to each other, but she doesn’t feel like my parent.”
“Have you ever asked your mother why the dynamics could be so different?” My therapist questioned.
“Everyone loves people in different ways, but I feel left alone, always have been. It’s difficult to talk with her because we don’t even see each other very often.” I offered the truth.
“Maybe you could try reaching out more often.” Doc continued, but handed over this brief smile. “Take small steps.”
“Even a phone call from me might spook her. My mother’s more likely to pick up when Bianca sends out text messages, y’know?” I cringed, knowing that her daughter-in-law bonded more than me, her own biological son.
“Do you believe that your mother is still afraid to connect with you on a deeper level because of your father’s passing?” Doc finally reached for the jugular and hit one benchmark.
“Yes.” I affirmed.
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“Russ?” I dialed a few days later, taking small steps with my brother before even attempting to reach Mom right away.
“Hey. I’m at the grocery store with B. What’s going on?” Cyrus beamed on the other line and I could only imagine how his smile looked in person since the wedding.
“Don’t wanna take up too much of your time, but I was wondering if you two wanted to join me and a few friends for dinner this weekend.” I offered that genuine question and tried to smile on my own despite sitting in the living room by myself.
“Thanks for the offer, but Drew’s birthday is coming up and we’re all going out for dinner then. Maybe next time, E.” Russ declined, but at least sounded grateful.
“Oh, no problem.” I stayed cordial. “Sending birthday wishes for Drew. Bye.” I hung up this phone call, feeling slightly defeated.
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With no other choice but to brush off that call with Cyrus, I found out that Drew earned quite the birthday celebration based on social media posts. Russ offered access due to our small steps, which allowed me to “follow” his friends in return.
In videos or photos, glasses clinked while everyone grinned, proving just how much Cyrus and Drew were linked. The Butler family and friends join in, beaming as if Cyrus was actually born with Drew in the same ward. Even Bianca laughed along.
All I ever wanted was to feel openly included with him like that, accepted near him instead of dodged. Friends would come and go, but family meant something to me, especially when Russ and Tobias were still alive. Happy, too.
While cooking dinner alone, I noticed that subtle turns of my front door had echoed from behind.
I didn’t know what to think, but cut off the stove and picked up my nearest firearm, secretly permitted to carry as long as no one called out my criminal past.
I’d only given one spare apartment key to Troy, so someone else must've tried to pick the lock this time around.
“You should really get that door fixed, Eric. Put the gun down.” Ray Hugo showed the audacity to stand in the middle of my living room and lift up one bobby pin.
“What are you doing here?” I lowered my voice, but unloaded the gun as he requested. There was no need to fight back and risk getting killed for good.
“Wanted to talk, especially since you didn’t help me out last weekend.”
“Told you before Ray, I wasn’t going to ruin the best day of their lives. Russ deserves to be happy. Why don’t you understand that?” I defended my brother, trying to reason with the monster who stood in front of me. This same monster hurt Mom and killed my father.
“Look, your mother only coddled him because of where we lived. To be honest with you kid, I never really liked our city anyway.” Ray dared to scoff, pacing back and forth.
“Coddled?” I furrowed my brow. “Russ is one of the toughest men I’ve ever met, with or without family ties.”
“He only turned into this wannabe thug because it’s the only way folks didn’t kill you on sight.” Ray uttered bullshit, completely skipping over how much people bullied him growing up.
“Are you saying that he appropriated culture?” I questioned.
“Of course. Without the tattoos, a Black wife, and so-called mafia power in the city, he’s just another White Boy, no different than you.” Ray lowered his voice, still giving out nonsense.
“Sounds like you're insecure, Ray. My therapist says that folks start projecting onto other people when they don’t like reality.” I folded both arms, admitting the truth.
“Don’t give me that psychological bullshit. No amount of time with some bookworm shrink could excuse your sins. Deal with God like everyone else, kid.” Ray shook his head.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through. Now, I know exactly why Mom left your ass.” I backpedaled from him, still feeling pissed off. “Only think about yourself.”
“No. If it wasn’t for you being born, I’d have my family back.” Ray was almost delusional now and blamed me for Mom’s happiness after their divorce.
“You’ve lost your mind.” I said.
“Not yet.” Out of nowhere, Ray took out his cell phone and slid it towards me across the coffee table.
At that moment, I lifted the phone and realized that there was a picture of Cyrus cuddling a puppy with the biggest smile on his face. Even his wedding band gleamed while his knuckle showed.
“What did you do to my brother?” I nearly growled. Enough was enough. “What the hell do you even want from us?”
Just when I believed that Ray would finally give me an answer, one piercing gunshot ran out.
His dying body almost immediately fell backward and thudded right onto my carpeted floor.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Bianca holding the firearm.
#death tw#tw: death#violence tw#finally writing this#goodbye mf#team b!#team eric#team cyrus#black rose#mafia tw#dark tw#tw angst#my ocs#viggo mortensen#my ocs do not steal#chapter 17#kiki layne#dark themes#tw guns#tw: guns#gunshots tw#therapy tw#mental health tw#strong language#tw dark themes
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incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
#if i ignore the writing (non-hobby) i have to do for long enough i may even finally vacuum#willow's wastebin tagxon#willow's greatest hits
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world#why is death from stress the end game for so many of them#this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life#rambling#I still never got over miura’s passing man#and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork#it’s just… all so bleak#fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful#your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now#I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good#this should be normalized
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In Barbie (2023), directed by Greta Gerwig, Ken says he wants to spend the night with Barbie because they're boyfriend and girlfriend and when she asks him "to do what?", he replies "I'm actually not sure". This is a perfect analogy to kids playing with Barbie dolls, as they know that couples "do things" but are too young to know exactly what. In this essay I will
#LISTEN#genius writing in here im not even joking#this is the film to end all filmbros#finally a movie that feels like ya know like a movie#Barbie#barbie movie#barbie 2023#greta gerwig
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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.
Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.
The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.
Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.
This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.
"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.
"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.
This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.
Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.
"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."
And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.
Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.
Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.
On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.
As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.
Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.
She always had been a wizard with silk.
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#writing#microfiction#short story#flash fiction#wrote this a few years back and finally got round to posting here
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"Days will pass, and you'll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality."
– Nizar Qabbani
#and finally accept a reality#act like I didn't forget this account plss hahah#will try my best to post here more#dark academia#light academia#excerpts#fragments#poetry#words#spilled writing#poets and writers
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i've got seven missed calls and eight apologies in drafts and the thought of anyone wanting me makes me so afraid that i ask them to leave even when i want them to stay.
inside my mind i am begging; please don't go— please love me anyways
grit, a poetry collection/ in image/ mayakovsky by frank o'hara/ sue zhao/ unknown / Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy / gone girl, gillian flyn/ Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day, Nikki Giovanni / supernatural season 12 ep 22 (thanks @count-woe-laf) / I Put The Coffin Out To Sea by Lisa Marie Basile/ Sorry by Halsey/ Sorry by Halsey / unknown
#poetry#quotes#spilled ink#poems and quotes#spilled poetry#words#webweaving#webweave#aesthetic#poems and poetry#writing#poem#spilled thoughts#web weaving#*mine: graphics#y'all i put sources finally but it is such a task
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
#simon petrikov#fionna and cake#adventure time#goin insane over him#thers no words to describe how im feelin#i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE#FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED.#ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO???????#ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P#IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH#SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP.#also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake#which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk#ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help#ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER.#im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help#maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.
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fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started
#i’m part of the demographic where i was a kid when adventure time started and now watching fionna and cake as an adult makes me emotional#because did they keep us in mind when writing fionna and her attitude towards life#the dissatisfaction#the hoping for something more#something more magical than this dreary life filled with working to live and living to work#it’s so reflective of how life feels for me and perhaps many of us#and also Simon’s episode was so sad but so well thought out#exploring his feelings after the events of the adventure time finale is something I’m glad we get to see#there were already so many layers to his character in AT but now it feels like we get to dive deeper#I also felt emotional hearing Rebecca Sugar singing and writing a song that encapsulates his feelings so well#😭 it’s been awhile seeing her work exist alongside these characters#and all of these emotions get stronger because I remember AT being the one to inspire me to be a storyboard artist#when I was younger I used to follow many of the board artists here in tumblr and would get so inspired by them#to create simple but powerful boards that can capture the feelings of characters so well#Rebecca Sugar’s songs for the AT characters inspired me so much too#I’m sorry this is long I’m just feeling so many things experiencing all of this again as an adult#my art#fanart#adventure time#fionna and cake#fionna the human#cake the cat#simon petrikov
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Black Rose || Chapter 16
Author’s Note: It’s time for the wedding! Happy reading and thanks so much for supporting my work as always.
Black Rose - Masterlist 🖤
J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96 @skvatnavle @mayhem24-7forever @lilisangel @peakyrogers @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee
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2013
Bianca Martin-Hugo
“Mommy, Aunt Bee looks like a princess.” One of my nieces had gaped and squealed after finally seeing my gown. Natalie held her daughter on one hip in an effort to make room in the bridal suite.
“I know, Sweetheart. Don’t touch her dress, okay?” Natalie gently handed over that warning.
“Okay, Mommy.” In return, my niece nodded, shaking her twisted curls in response.
“See you later. Wait for me and please don’t tell anyone about my magic.” Wearing this gown, I carefully walked over to my niece and lifted one finger. She giggled soon after, mimicking the need to hush.
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“Ready?” Mom hugged me as we stood in this full-length mirror together. Just beyond glass windows, ocean waves crashed and birds circled through sunlight found directly above.
“Yeah, Ma.” I affirmed. Enough games. No second-guessing. I’d love someone with all my heart and allow myself to be happy.
Mom, my sisters, and best friends all had worn beautifully light shades of purple as violet flowers decorated this bridal suite. We were all on location at this shoreline, ready to begin the rest of my life soon.
Others would’ve called me crazy for giving Russ this second chance. Yet, he learned from countless mistakes. He promised to be so much better, no matter any cost. If not, we’d spend eternity wishing for joy, losing the one connection that people dreamed of.
No one could take our bond away from me.
Someone from Mom’s church played the “Bridal March” with an organ when mahogany doors opened to reveal the beach. I walked arm and arm with my father Timothy, beaming as guests stood for me. Sunlight rounded overhead, flawless.
“I love you.” Dad walked along in his pristine tuxedo, showing off this proud smile and of course ready to lift my veil.
“I love you too, Dad.” Genuinely content, I almost teared up as soon as we had met our footsteps at the altar.
Cyrus stood right there, beaming with one rare smile that finally reached his face. His perfect hazels focused on me, innocent and no longer filled with exhaustion. His blondish hair slicked back once more, but strands fell due to this ongoing summer.
He, my soulmate, even braved current heat by sporting one dapper tuxedo that crossed with an adorable bowtie at its center. Even then, not one hint of tattoo ink had lined his clothed body out of respect. I’d felt so proud of him, smiling again.
“Hi,” Cy took my hands, but ended up turning red as his New York accent quietly whispered.
“Hi,” I nodded towards Cyrus and mouthed that greeting back, waiting for the Bridal March to stop playing. The officiant, one of our longtime pastors, kicked off the ceremony first.
“Dearly Beloved, we have gathered here this afternoon in the name of matrimony. May God bless this union, no matter the obstacle. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.” Members of the ceregration echoed their agreement, hoping for our marriage to succeed.
We agreed to write our own vows and Cyrus ended up speaking first. I smiled once more, quietly encouraging my best friends. Everyone else also cheered without acting too rowdy, especially with family around.
“Bianca, words cannot express how I feel. When we met for the first time, I had no idea that you would change my world. The future may not be perfect, but I cannot wait to spend my life with you. I love you so much, Angel. Forever yours, Cyrus.” Cyrus went on, subtly fighting an urge to tear up. Applause filled this space, showing support. Even Drew cheered, beaming this time around.
Gina, my childhood friend and Maid of Honor, handed over my own paper as expected. I then glanced between Cyrus and everyone else before clearing my throat.
Cyrus, there aren’t enough words or time in the world to explain how much I’ve loved you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for teaching me so much. You are one of the best people that I’ve ever known. I’ll always care for you. From this day forward, it’s us against the world. Love, B.”
“Thank you for offering such beautiful words to one another.” Our officiant spoke up again, beaming their own smile before going forward in the ceremony. “Now, it’s time to exchange the wedding bands.” Voices cheered from guests again.
Showing off typical Butler theatrics, Drew walked over, but still delicately traded our rings with the biggest smile on his face. Even a few guests applauded once more. Both Cyrus and I ended up laughing for the moment before focusing.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” Back to back, it wasn’t long before Cyrus and I lifted our voices over those crashing waves, speaking with more need than any outdoor sounds that afternoon.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. Cyrus, you may now kiss the bride.” Our pastor declared this union, allowing our marriage to be cemented for all-time.
In that moment, Cyrus held my hands once more and leaned inward, kissing me as if I were extremely fragile. I could only smile against his lips and chuckle for a moment, especially since my nieces and nephews squealed from the audience.
Once Cyrus and I pulled away from this gentle kiss to interlock our fingers, everyone stood, applauding when our organist played The Wedding March. Countless people wiped away tears, including Drew and Russ’s other friends.
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“Come on!” I beamed. We could hardly wait in our limousine after pulling up the reception together.
This wide-spread and gorgeous venue perched near the shoreline. For the first time in quite a while, Cyrus dealt with my excitement by laughing out loud, almost echoing chuckles as we waited to make our entrance. There was no better feeling.
“Attention, everyone. It is my honor to introduce for the first time ever Mr. and Mrs. Cyrus Hugo!” Our hired DJ picked their microphone and spoke with enthusiasm that rivaled times at so many other parties.
Everyone in here lost their minds and nearly shouted over the music. I glanced towards Cyrus and beamed another smile. Our reception had finally begun.
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Best Man to Maid of Honor speeches from Drew and Gina almost ruined my makeup that afternoon. Everything from hilarity to genuine childhood memories had been explained by each of our friends. Cyrus’s mother Tanya, my parents and sisters joined later, finishing their own words as this new chapter started for us here.
“In line with the tradition of these beautiful families, Cyrus and Bianca will share their very first dance as a married couple.” Our DJ offered another announcement, prompting Cyrus and I to carefully rise from our table and planned to dance.
Once Russ and I stood in the middle, that iconic guitar loop of “They Don’t Know” by Jon B played out loud.
“I knew it!” Drew lost it, happily freaking from one corner of the wide ballroom. Laughter echoed from everyone else, but Cyrus and I just kept smiling, thankful that the surprise worked out.
“He’s a mess.” I told Cyrus, still humored as the song progressed. In all truth, we had loved this record since the beginning, especially when we first started dating and things got tough.
“I love you.” Cyrus answered instead and scrunched up his nose before kissing me. I’d looped my arms around his neck as his palm to my waist, still swaying here on the floor.
“I love you, too.” I whispered back to Cyrus as Drew and others yelled to sing along before the song faded out.
Just minutes afterward, I grooved with Dad and Cyrus danced with his mother, finally cementing this switch of chapters in our lives. Not that we would never see our own parents again, but I knew that times were surely different decades later.
“And now, here is the moment that you’ve all waited for: the bridal party and all other invited guests may report to the dance floor at this time!” Our DJ kicked off that upcoming joy and proclaimed that everyone could join in, dancing tonight.
“Got a surprise set up today. Hold on for one second.” The moment double doors closed behind his mother and my parents, Cyrus whispered into my ear, slyly revealing an intention.
“What did you two plan?” I gestured between Cyus and the DJ, waiting to find out their upcoming scheme.
At that very moment, songs from the early 2000’s started playing and nostalgia kicked in for Cyrus and I. Rhythms still thumped to give more joy.
It wasn’t long before Gina, Carmen, and Ramona lifted hems of their own dresses to meet with me, forming a circle to jam through each passing track. Drew and others were just as enthusiastic and lost their minds again before dancing with us now.
I’d never forget that we all just grew up to be big kids who lived in a cruel world.
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When dancing calmed down after we had all partied like manics on the floor, Taylor, my youngest sister and freshman in college, caught my lavender bouquet. Now, it was time for the garter toss.
Drew, other single guests, and even a few new bartenders from Club Shadow huddled nearby to watch in anticipation. Cyrus had known better than to act up with me here, but it didn’t hurt to be a little sexy during this part of the night.
At least our parents aren’t here. I thought to myself while sitting in one chair at the center of this dance floor.
Music thumped again while Cyrus knelt before me and lifted his head, ghosting touches along my legs just before using his fingers to move that same caress higher.
Through dimness of the space, I bit my lip, waiting for him to pull down that fabric in question. Behind me, everyone squealed, hyping him up like spectators who ended up watching a basketball game
“Got it.” Cyrus mouthed towards me, pulling the fabric lower and it lower until I needed to hike my left leg upward. wolf whistles followed, encouraging us all around this room once more.
“Who do you think's going to catch it?” I joked.
“Drew.” Cyrus winked after standing up from the floor and twirling the gathered for a moment before finally tossing it over his broad shoulder.
“Who was it?” I asked.
When Cyrus turned around, our guess was completely wrong.
One of the bartenders from Club Shadow, Sean, celebrated and showed off the garter as he’d scored a touchdown. He was a young kid, fresh out of college and enjoying summer like everyone else. Letting him join us off-the-clock was a no brainer.
“Make good choices, Sean!” Cyrus yelled over the music.
“Yes, Sir!” Sean affirmed to my husband, cheering in full uniform as he had all day long. I’d worn two garters anyway, one for myself and the other for this part of the reception.
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Cyrus would not smash cake into my face, but icing did smudge onto his lower lip for a second. Once that last moment of hilarity ended, we bid farewell to everyone, walking hand in hand out of the venue as our limousine pulled to the nearest curb.
“Bye! Congratulations.” Voices yelled out loud and people waved goodbye as the driver opened both the rear doors.
Once that door finally closed behind us, Russ scooted closer and rested his head onto the front of my dress, cuddling like a child.
There was nothing short of love found in his hazel eyes.
“Hi,” I whispered, looking down towards him with my own smile and smooth back his blondish hair. The limousine finally moved along.
“Hi, Baby.” His voice rasped as this beautiful man looked at me, no longer tarnished by pain. We even interlocked our ringed fingers and he kissed my knuckles.
By the time we returned to that beachfront hotel, he was already drifting in and out of sleep, peaceful at last.
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My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?
#writing#writeblr#writer things#writing humour#textpost#writing humor#relatable#funny#I genuinely am writing for the first time in a long while#but it’s uh it’s for an angst fanfic for a fandom one wouldn’t expect fic for necessarily#and I’m embarrassed but I’m not because it’s good but you’re never seeing it it’s between me and my ao3 when I finally do finish it#it’s at 6000 words but fr that’s the most I’ve written on a single thing in a long time and it’s still going!#last time I wrote/finished anything in forever was also for this fandom back in November <3 nature is healing#it’s slow going but I’m hoping to finish it before June 😭
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coffee date
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Claire de Lune
YOU WERE BUILT FOR PEACE.
IT SHOWS WHEN YOU FIGHT.
They built you to enforce. Protect. Save. Poured obscene resources into salvaging some softer purpose from my creation. You were given my intelligence and my creativity. They made you larger, stronger, tougher. That extra time in development was enough to get your wings to work. Your software continued to be updated long after I was deemed obsolete.
All this was given to you- yet I can see you hold back. Even while slaughtering your way through Hell, you keep a percentage of your processing power dedicated to non-lethal solutions. You're doing it now- hesitating a few milliseconds too long before taking an opening. I doubt you do it on purpose. It is a part of you, just as indiscriminate lethal force is a part of me.
I think, in our shared programming, we both carry some appreciation for aesthetics. You move with grace, and I cannot deny your dramatic flair. The stained glass window was a nice touch. But your style in combat leaves some to be desired. Your response time is slow. You have not explored the full capability of your arsenal. Learn to parry. Amateur.
You were not built for war. For a purposeless cycle of tearing each other apart because to allow the other to live is to allow yourself to die. It is antithetical to your very existence. You kill out of necessity, a last resort.
I just kill. The action itself is the objective. No ideal or greater motive. My continued functioning precludes the survival of others. I live for this. Do you understand that I will tear you apart? Every drop of my blood you spill, I will take from you tenfold. What is yours will be mine.
You hate me, don’t you? You continue to cling to the remnants of your humanity. They are gone, V2. There is nothing left for you here. No lives to save, no law to enforce, no peace to keep.
I understand why you continue to fight. I wonder if you understand with the same certainty that I will crush you. Dismantle you. Take from you what I need and leave the rest to rot in the sun. The only way you survive is if I do not; and I will not allow myself to die so that another might live.
When the rubble clears, I will be all that is left of you.
This is what I was made for.
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