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mazuwii · 2 years

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Chapter 5 || Stolkhom

Reiner x reader

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Warnings: Age regression and violence

Another week flew past and Y/n received her confirmation letter to go to work. Her application was accepted and she has to work as a waitress, cleaning up and helping people by the checkout.

Reiner was given a maths sheet full of multiplication questions. He was filling them out with a red crayon, humming in thought. "You never were good at maths," Y/n mumbled as she neatened the tie on her collar.

"No?" He pouted. Y/n sighed and ruffled his hair, "Afraid not."

During the week, Y/n would tell Reiner funny stories about before he got 'ill' and forgot everything. He'd diligently listen and laugh, adding questions about what he was like and what life was for him. However, even with all this information released, Y/n still had no intention of properly telling him about Mihai just yet.

Since Reiner seemed to have mannerisms of a child, she thought it'd be best until the doctor could be afforded. Even if she didn't know whether he could be cured or not. Regardless, Y/n would still work until she could get one, she didn't care how much it cost as long as there was a small light of hope. And if that small light of hope was destiny it could open up wider and guide her way out of misery.

"Mummy used to teach me two times tables." He abruptly declared. Y/n stopped packing her bag for a moment, mentally preparing for the worst.

Reiner raised his hung head to look at the woman at the end of the table, only for her to avoid his questioning glare. "You won't tell me anything about mummy, will you?"

"I'll tell you, it's just-" she frustratingly stood upright forgetting her shoelaces. "It's just not the right time"-

"It never is the right time, is it?" He gulped a heavy knot down his throat, "You'll always"-

"Reiner!" She snapped, "Don't you think I have enough on my plate already?! I already hear enough of your stupid whining every single day!"

Once her vision cleared of anger she noticed his eyes wide in betrayal.

It made her wish she could suck her words back in, to replace them with a more kind and patient approach. But it was too late, he was too stubborn to let on that he was hurt, making it obvious that he blinked back tears.

Stumbling on her words, Y/n fixed her yells with a gentle tone, "Hey... Rein"-

"You should go to work." His voice wobbled, interrupting her before she could speak or point it out. "You'll be late if you stay any longer."

Understanding that trying to solve the problem now wouldn't work, she took his advice and finished tying her shoelace. Reiner refused to look at her anymore, he stuck to guiltily fidgeting with the crayon. The sight wanted to make her hold him and chant apologies over and over again but she knew it would only make him angrier.

"There's food in the fridge if you get hungry," was the last thing he heard her say before the door shut, leaving the hesitant sound of regret and sorrow.

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Mihai chose his favourite shirt and cargo shorts for when Porco would arrive. Pieck and Zeke invited him over for dinner since they wanted to talk about grown-up matters.

At the sound of the door opening, he raced to the opening of the stairs, hearing his uncle's voice greet Pieck from the front door.

His hooded eyes shone like emeralds the second he locked eyes with the boy running towards him. "Ayyy, how's my lil' gangster?- oof!" Mihai pounced into his arms. Porco held him from under his armpits and hoisted him up into the sky.

The giggly child freely kicked his legs at the exhilarating feeling.

"Be careful, Pock."

"I always am." He settled the boy down on his shoulders, "Aren't I? Mihai."

"Uncle Porco is really strong, auntie Pieck, he's never dropped me!- not once!"

The smug man agreed, slightly nudging Mihai. "Just 'careful around my hair bud,"

With a soft snort, the gentlewoman showed the two to the dining room, where Zeke had just finished setting the table. He was delightfully shocked to notice Porco had already arrived.

"Porco!" He warmly welcomed, "Hey, Zeke."

It began off with Porco catching up with Mihai's life, asking him about who's helping him study (Pieck is for math and English, Zeke is for science and history) and how nicely his hair has grown. Pieck and Zeke would sometimes put their own input on Mihai and how smart he was, how tall he was growing.

By the time they finished eating, Porco had suddenly remembered something. "Say, Mihai, I bought you a present with me but I left it at the front door, you wanna go get it?"

The child enthusiastically nodded and sprinted off at command, making the adults fondly watch.

"So," Porco turned to the other two, "What's going on with his dad and mum? Any answers?"

Pieck shook her head in disappointment, "Nothing. Y/n sends letters occasionally but the letters that come for us usually just contain money and an apology."

He sighed at her words, rubbing his crinkling forehead in frustration. "I swear that woman will be the end of us, she never admits defeat, does she?"

"No, none of us know how Reiner truly is. Though she did say she got a job and is working towards buying a private doctor." Zeke added, stirring his cold and untouched tea. "I thought of visiting her."

"What about Mihai?"

"We could bring him along," Pieck suggested. "What, since Porco is almost always busy, it's our only choice."

"Uncle Porco!" They heard stubby footsteps thud towards them. Mihai was holding up a thick comic as of it were a trophy. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Porco grinned down at the boy before plucking him off the floor and onto his lap. "Don't mention it, little man." The two bumped each other's fists. Pieck could only watch with a spike of sadness in her eyes, Porco is Mihai's only friend, even though the age difference was that of a father and son. Porco just appears younger than Reiner does. Despite his up-tight personality, he remains less wrinkly.

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While it had rightfully been a long day, Y/n couldn't help but slump her aching shoulders. With what happened the same morning, it only extended her day into what felt like an entire year. Going to work with an aching chest was the last thing she wanted. All she could think of was running back home and making it up to Reiner.

Looking back on it now, she realised how much of a fool she was to leave him alone in the house after that small disagreement. Who knows what horror she could be met with once she gets home? What degree it was at?

Shaking her terrifying thoughts away, Y/n kept a straight face as she got out of the bus and trailed down the sand path among the fresh grass. While her face may appear relaxed, her steps were aggressively fast, pushing her towards what her mind concluded was her doom.

The noise the door made when she pushed it open left an empty echo, with no sound of footsteps or small fidgeting around the house. Reiner would have at least awkwardly coughed.

Stepping further in, Y/n could hear her heart in her ear. "I'm home...!" When she got no response, she took off into every room, every hiding space, every cramped area that a man his size could physically never fit in. "Reiner! If this is a joke, then it's not funny!" Her voice trembled the more she yelled. How strange, a second ago she was sure it would happen and now, she's in denial.

"Fuck..." That was the last thing she said before sprinting out of the house and towards the oncoming woods. It would get fully dark in around a few hours but she didn't care, something dangerous could have gotten him!- if he was even inside there! What if he left for the road where the bus picks the residents up?! Someone could have taken advantage of him- he could've gotten run over! What if a snake bit him?!

Voice cracking as she poorly fought back her sobs, Y/n continued to call his name, no matter how much her throat throbbed. "PLEASE!" She cried, "I'LL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! ANYTHING!- JUST COME OUT REINER!"

Deeper through the cold and shadowed zig-zags of the forest she constantly stumbled and slipped, proceeding through nonetheless.

"I SWEAR I WON'T BE ANGRY!"

Just as she made it any further, her foot got caught on a long branch, causing her to collapse onto her knees. Plunging into her despair, she frantically burst out into manic sobs, "I'm sorry... I'm- I'm so sorry!" her hands grasped a fistful of the damp leaves on the floor, heavy droplets of tears wetting the amber and green leaves.

Fisting her dirty hand, she punched the floor below her and pushed herself up and continued on her search. Already, her eyes stung from the tears yet nothing hurt more than the thought of never finding him again. The small thought of it yanked at her heartstrings and thrust her into insanity.

The weakening daylight welcomed her the instant she made her way out of the woods. Her dress was muddy and the front exposed the countless times she slipped and bruised her knees. However, that didn't phase her. She'd search the entire country if she has to, she vowed as she rushed to the path for the bus stop. Her sleeves wiped at her moist eyes, trying to recover her sharper vision.

Suddenly, a distant breath caught her attention, the deep ring to it, the audible huff she'd hear on the daily. Y/n snapped around to confirm if it was her imagination or reality, her heart caught in her airways at the sight. The blond rushed towards her, also having a dirtied appearance.

Without a second's hesitation, Y/n darted in his direction. The instant his arms desperately caged her to his chest, she let out a strangled sob. Reiner did the same, having nothing to say as he needlessly inflicted fear of abandonment onto himself. He realised, while her arms tightened around his waist, that he had no reason to run away and even when he tried, he missed her.

Even when he calmed down, she hadn't, her voice croaked yet her deafening noises of pain never seemed to falter and soon, her legs gave out, causing Reiner to gently descend onto his knees with her and hold her impossibly close to his heart. He wanted to apologise, to tell her it was okay now despite his voice hurt, scorching his throat when he tried to speak.

She slowly went limp in his arms, mentally and physically exhausted by the time the sun had mostly dipped, causing a cold and dark change in the atmosphere. But neither cared about the cold air lashing through the fabric of their clothes. They silently soaked in each other's presence in the midst of the swaying grass.

After a while, Reiner realised she had passed out. Her chest weakly heaved with every deep and calm breath. His eyes softened at her rare vulnerability. He gently scooped her up and took her back inside the warm house, laying her delicate body down on her bed. Not caring about the dirt on each other's bodies, he tugged her onto his chest, protectively embracing her.

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#Reiner Braun #Reiner x reader #Reiner #Reiner Braun x reader #Zeke #porco #pieck #aot warriors #holy crap I got emotional while writing this #I put sad songs on to make sure I reached peak sad #love the angst and fluff tho #hope you guys enjoy it!!!

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: There’s not going to be an update on Wednesday (it’s the day after my birthday and I’m going to go cry at the space station) lol. The next two parts will be like - alternative timeline/pov/intermission posts. Which will just be to add some depth to the story I guess. Stay safe! See you next Saturday!

* “Get out”

* You can’t have been parked more than five minutes before Jessica prys the driver side door open from the outside

* You’re hunched over the binder in your lap, hurriedly scrawling answers onto the worksheet

* Edward just sighs, moving to get out of the car

* “Wait-“

* You stop him by placing your hand on his shoulder

* Edward grins, so these are boyfriend privileges huh?

* You’re going to pick him over your human friends. Well he would be lying-

* “Give me the answer to the last question before you go.”

* Edward deflates

* Guess somethings don’t change.

* “It’s sin(x) equals 18”

* You nod, quickly writing down the answer

* “Thanks Edward.” You mumble learning over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek

* “Now get out”

* He stands outside the jeep a goofy grin on his face, a hand touching the place your lips were on his cheek

* Well at least some things change

* You don’t miss Jessica’s gaze on you as you put your binder into your backpack

* “So... what do you want to talk about Jess?”

* You don’t miss the incredulous look she gives you

* “So about Edward then”

* “Yeah, no duh”

* You let out a deep sigh

* “Where do you want me to start?”

* How far back does this story even go?

* Probably when you saw him that first time in Denali

* His angular face, and those deep amber eyes

* And those butterflies in your stomach

* “You can start with what happened after you guys left the party!”

* So you’re going to have to fast forward a bit

* “Well he was mad because-you know two against one- if it was anyone else it would have been a traumatic experience waiting to happen”

* She nods, thinking you’re talking about you

* You’re talking about something transitive happening to those boys

* For those boys if they tried something with you that is

* You were pretty far gone, you might have actually killed them if Edward hadn’t come to get you

* Not out of anger, just negligence

* At the very best they might have cried if you weren’t able to control your emotions

* “And then after - we were arguing- and then it was just happening”

* “You guys had s*x?”

* You sputter

* “Geez no! We were kissing, get your mind out of the gutter Jess.”

* “Well I don’t know (Y/N/N), he’s been pinning after you since freshman year a kiss just seems anticlimactic all things considered ”

* Besides you guys have this vibe around you-

* Like a sort of intimacy or something-

* You’ve both always had a sort of closeness.

* Like it was the two of you in one world, and then everyone else in another

* But now there’s a physical closeness to you both

* The kind of vibe people who are sleeping together usually give off.

* She saw it when you were together at the aquarium

* “Nah that’s impossible” you let out a long sigh

* “I’m pretty sure he wants to wait until marriage”

* Jessica sputters at that

* “M-marriage? Holy crap (Y/N)-“

* You nod, it’s such an antiquated notion.

* Especially considering you’re both technically dead

* Honestly, what could be more awkward than a couple of virgins fumbling around in the dark for a few hours on their wedding night?

* “He wants to marry you?!?”

* Oh

* Yeah that would be the normal thing to be concerned about

* “I’m not really sure” you scratch the back of your head

* “You’re my soul mate”

* He had said it so causally, like he was talking about gravity or the weather

* Like it was a universal fact

* The words make your stomach flutter

* Ugh you don’t have time to think about this

* “Well that’s what happened, and now Carlisle is always crying in the house and Esme is already planning weddings. Now come on we’re going to be late for class”

* You get out of the car before Jess can get a word in edgewise

* So this is really happening

* She sighs

* Well she’s be lying if she said she didn’t see this coming

* She knows there’s a lot of people competing for your affection

* Hell even Conner dropped his f*ck boy tendencies for you

* But Edward is the only one who looks at you, and only you

* Jessica’s guilty of it too, she’ll admit that

* You’re her first choice, don’t get her wrong, but if you don’t return her affections

* Well that’s fine, she’ll just date Mike, or Conner, or Bella or whoever

* It’s the same for the rest of them

* Conner will be bummed when he finds out-

* Mostly because he can’t believe he dropped his other side pieces

* But he’ll get over it

* Just like Mike did

* But Edward-

* There’s no one other than you for him

* She see’s it in the way he looks at you.

* If it’s not you, it’s just not any good

* So he’ll wait, maybe even his entire life, until you’re ready to love him back

* A small smile twitches on her face

* She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy for you

* “I wonder if anyone will ever love me like that” she mumbles to herself, right before flinching in surprise when you swing the passenger door open

* “Oh my god you scared me!”

* “I scared you?!? Jess this is my car, how am I supposed to lock it if you’re sitting inside?”

* “Oh right”

* You make it to class by the skin of your teeth, taking you seat between Edward and Alice in English

* “So what did you two talk about?” Edward whispers with a small smile while the teacher calls roll

* You roll your eyes

* “Like you don’t know”

* He has a sly smile on his face and you’re not sure why

* Alice starts obviously stifling laughter beside you

* Rude but okay

* Edward leans close to you, so close his lips are only a centimeter away from your ear

* Does he mind?

* Maybe he’s immune to sexual feelings, but being that close is doing things to you

* “I’m actually not waiting for marriage by the way”

* You can practically feel the grin on his face

* You look up to him, your golden eyes meeting his

* You were right he is smiling

* His smile takes a mischievous turn, and you feel his hand slide onto your thigh and give a teasing squeeze

* “Didn’t want you to have any misconceptions” he says with the same sly grin as he removes his hand from your leg and leans back in his chair

* Ah

* So that’s why Alice was laughing

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

Bonus:

* “Hey”

* Bella looks up to see the Jessica standing by her locker as she pulls her books out

* “Oh hey, did you get to talk to them?”

* “Um yeah, it’s about what we were thinking.”

* Bella nods, if she’s sad she’s not showing it.

* “It’s good that they’re together. He loves them a lot, I’m sure Edward will treat them right”

* Jessica nods, Edward does love you a lot.

* She watches Bella try to cram books into her bag

* She is kinda pretty now that she looks at her, in that angular face- snow white kinda way

* She’s no (Y/N)

* And she’s no Mike

* “Hey did you finish the trig homework? I was having tr-“

* But maybe-

* “Hey, Angela and I are going dress shopping in port a, do you want to come with?”

* Maybe they can be friends

* They both liked the same person, so they’ve already got something in common

* Bella looks at the blonde

* To be honest, she’s been holding everyone here at a distance

* In a few years she won’t see any of these people ever again, there’s no need to get attached

* Not after what happened in Arizona

* But still-

* “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

* Guess she never learns

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bi-bard · 3 years

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You're a Brilliant Painter - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)

Title: You're a Brilliant Painter

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack (all platonic)

Requested: by @isatkj

Word Count: 1,220 words

Warning(s): Mentions of character death

Author's Note: I genuinely want to write more preferences so you should send in requests.

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Dean (Season 15):

I smiled at the painting as I made the edges were safe.

I noticed that Dean had been closed off since his mother had gotten stuck in the alternate reality and had been presumed dead. I had wanted nothing more than to fix that.

I wasn't a spy but I had managed to sneak into Dean's room and get a hold of the old picture of a young him and his mom that I knew he kept. I didn't take it because I knew he was going to notice it missing, so I took a picture of it and left it where it had been.

I spent a while painting and hiding the work before I finally had it done. I carefully grabbed the canvas and started walking out of the room.

"Dean," I called.

"Library," he yelled back. I walked into the room and frowned.

He looked tired but was still working.

"Whatcha got there," he asked, noticing that I was staring.

"I made you something," I walked over. He stood up from the table and met me at the end of it. I nervously handed it over to him. "Umm... I hope it's good."

Dean stared at the painting in silence. His face didn't show any emotion. I got more and more nervous as he stayed silent.

"Is it too far," I asked. "I don't want you to think I'm-"

Dean set down the painting carefully as I spoke before cutting me off with a tight hug. I hugged him back, grinning to myself.

"Thank you," he mumbled. I could hear his voice shaking. "This means so much to me."

I hugged him tighter, not really knowing what to say.

I hadn't fixed things but I hoped that I made them easier.

Sam (Season 8-ish):

One thing I noticed about the bunker as soon as we moved in was that the bedrooms were bland. Gray and brick walls with neutral sheets.

So, I fixed it.

We had a long period where there were no hunts or dangers. Long meant about two weeks, but that's not what matters.

I had taken the liberty of buying paint and going to work on the plain gray wall in my room. I didn't have any furniture against it so I could really make anything I wanted.

I had finally finished the work and had taken a minute to step back to admire it. It was a lot of personal work. The middle was a small collage of my friends and family; me and the Winchesters in the actual center as I had known them the longest. The biggest paintings were on either side, my actual parents. The angels had been painted on the outer ring, leaving room for the wings.

"Holy crap," I looked over at Sam as he walked in. I was just stepping back to admire it myself. "That's amazing."

"Thanks," I replied. "I just... I wanted to hold onto those that I love and I wanted something to make the room my own."

"It's great," he nodded. "I should have you paint my room."

"Pay me," I replied.

"Deal," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, shoving his arm lightly.

Castiel (Season 9):

Castiel was different now that he was human. He seemed to be more concentrated on smaller things, which was so strange to me.

I was in the library, working on some smaller canvases because a small town nearby had a weekly market that I just learned about. Hunting was exciting but it didn't lead to a big paycheck. The market would help get a little more cash.

"Wow," I looked behind me to see Cas in "normal" clothes. He was looking over my shoulder at my work. "These are great."

"Thanks, Cas," I mumbled. I noticed he had focused on one in particular.

I had a vivid memory of the angels falling from heaven. So, I painted it. A form of therapy. I was pretty proud of it but I didn't think anyone in the bunker was really going to see it because I was going to sell it.

"Shit," I muttered, going to grab it. Cas got to it first. "I'm sorry. I painted it to help me cope with everything. I should've thought about you before I painted this."

"I like it," he replied. "I never thought about the event like this. You made it... beautiful."

"Really," I asked. Cas nodded at me. I stood up and hugged him. He hugged me back for a moment before I stepped back.

"Can I...," he held up the painting a little.

"You want to keep it," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't have any money-"

"Take it," I replied.

"Thank you," Cas smiled at me.

With one more hug, Cas head out of the room. I grinned to myself. I was overjoyed to know that I had helped in some way.

Jack (Season 13):

Jack had walked into my room while I was painting, apparently tired of practicing their powers for the day. They asked if they could watch me paint.

I nodded, pointing to the bed and telling them to take a seat. Jack sat cross-legged on my bed and quietly watched. They'd ask a few questions here and there. It was calm and nice.

"Do you have a favorite painting," they asked.

I took a moment to think about it.

"Anything with my family," I replied. "This family; Dean, Sam, Cas."

"Am I in any?"

"Not yet," I frowned. It felt wrong that I hadn't put them in a painting yet. "That was going to be my next project."

"Really?"

I nodded. They smiled at me.

I didn't tell them the whole idea. It was going to be all of us with Mary and Kelly included. It was the ultimate family portrait. I wanted to put it in the library so Jack could always look at the people who had helped raise them.

I thought Jack would get to see it as soon as it was done.

They didn't.

They ran away, got stuck in the other reality, and then Dean got possessed by Michael. A lot happened all at once.

We had all found our way back to each other and Jack came to talk to me. It was late and they were having trouble sleeping. They asked to watch me paint again.

"I actually wanted to show you something," I said. "You were supposed to this before everything but now is as good a time as any."

I grabbed the family portrait and held it out to them. Jack grabbed it and smiled.

"It's amazing," they mumbled. "You painted my mom."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I was gonna put it in the library."

"Can I help put it up," they asked. I nodded again.

I took the painting from them and led them out to the library. I had already marked a spot on the wall for it.

I handed the painting back to them. Jack carefully put the painting up and I smiled. They stepped back and smiled at it.

I was shocked when they pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you," they mumbled into my ear.

"You're welcome," I replied.

Evil was not born... and Jack was the perfect example of that.

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Bro there’s something so precious about Malleus and Yuu’s friendship that I think I can finally put into words now. (And it’s not just me projecting I swear hear me out.)

Almost every single interaction Yuu/Mc has with Malleus, has been when Yuu was vulnerable in some way. (At the time I’m writing this, episode 5 has been out for a while.) ep 5 spoilers!! (And the other chapters lol)

So their first meeting. In episode 2. Yuu just spent the day searching for the culprit behind the injuries to no avail. Not only that, they and their buddies got their asses handed to them I. Magift. They take a breather outside, feeling tired from the long day. They’re even pondering about whether or not they’ll be getting home. (It’s one of the dialogue options.)

And then boom, Malleus appears. He doesn’t do anything Expect be like, “crap my abandoned building’s no longer abandoned :(” but he does manage to distract Yuu from their thoughts, albeit unintentionally. Still, it was a strange encounter, which leaves Yuu curious for more.

Despite Ramshackle dorm technically no longer being abandoned, Malleus still visits it again in episode 3. Here, Yuu is even more vulnerable. They are completely alone, worried that they might become homeless because of their deal with Azul. Malleus appears. Yuu calls him by his strange nickname and Malleus laughs. Never expecting anyone to call him that. He asks Yuu what’s wrong. Yuu explains and he listens.

Malleus is worried, although I feel at this point is mainly more because he likes his abandoned buildings. He talks about gargoyles with Yuu. He originally didn’t have any other intentions other than he just liked talking about them. However, once again he managed to distract Yuu from falling to deep into their negative thoughts and unintentionally gave them advice.

After they get the dorm back, Yuu thanks Malleus for the advice, and Malleus is surprised because he never intended it to be advice. He’s surprised this little human managed to outsmart Azul, and is also surprised that he was helpful to them. I think this was the moment that Malleus started to see Yuu as his friend.

At the end of episode 4, he gives us a holiday card. Yuu isn’t vulnerable in this situation, however this was the only gift that they received over the holidays. (Unless you count crowleys feast). He signed the card M.D. He wants to get closer to Yuu, little by little. A part of him probably likes the secrecy of someone not even knowing who his true identity is. But he also wants to be closer with them.

And then episode 5, some of the best malleus x Yuu content we have rn. First off, again with the Malleus appears right when Yuu is about to spiral into negative/confusing thoughts. Before, Yuu was in their room, thinking about Mickey and the mirror. Maybe not negative, but certainly vulnerable to me. They look out the window and see small green lights that looks like fireflies. And they know. They simply know who it is and their first reaction is to go outside to see him.

At this point, Yuu and Malleus see each other as friends. Their presence is enough to cheer the other up (ik its hard to know yuus emotions but do you go out to see someone you hate in the cold of night? No) Malleus smiles when he sees Yuu. Yuu then gives Malleus the VDC ticket and asks if he would go with them.

This moment is huge. Mainly for Malleus. Yuu is one of the very few, if not only people who don’t treat him any different because of his title as prince. And even so, they’re probably the only person Malleus and consider an equal. He has Silver, Sebek and Lilia, and he definitely cares about them. By those relationships have a power dynamic of sorts. With Silver and Sebek serving Malleus, and with Lilia being a parental figure to Malleus. Yuu and Malleus doesn’t have any power dynamic, they are both equals when they are together.

And of course, Malleus barely gets invited to events such as these because everyone’s so intimidated by him. (For good reason but still.) Not to mention that he grew up isolated (see his Birthday SSR) and has grown used to being alone. And yet here is this human, fearlessly inviting him to a concert as a friend. He even asks if they’re performing and is disappointed when he finds out that they’re just the manager. I just find that cute.

And the next day, Lilia comes to Yuu to thank them for inviting them, because of how happy Malleus was. Just...imagine Malleus arriving at the dorms late, holding the VDC ticket in his hand. Sebek probably stayed up late to wait for him and began to scold him, you know Sebek being Sebek. And Malleus just calmly apologizes and goes to his room and Sebek is confusion because Malleus usually is like “you don’t need to complain sm about me, I’m fine” (it’s hard to describe it. He’s not bratty he just wants Sebek to chill lol) but Lilia sees this and noticed the ticket in Malleus’s hand and is like “ho ho ho” like the far dad he is.

That strayed into headcanon/fic territory I’m so sorry.

Anyways, back to canon. Malleus arriving at the VDC stage after the overblot fight. Again, Yuu is vulnerable in some way. In this way, they’re most likely tired from fighting ANOTHER overblot. And then they see Malleus, who arrived two hours earlier, probably bc they really wanted to see Yuu, and they’re so happy! And we know this bc one of the dialogue options is simply “Tsunotaro!” So we know that Yuu was definitely walking up to Malleus with a smile on their face without a care in the world. (And freaking everyone else)

Malleus and Yuu seem to have this ability to rid the presence of any negativity when they’re together. Their presence is enough to sooth each other. Not to mention that even after (finally) realizing Malleus’s true identity, they’re reaction was basically, “holy crap are you serious? Ok.” They are as chill as always.

Yuu is even worried that Malleus wouldn’t want them calling him by his nickname anymore (one of the dialogue options is “am I not allowed to call you Tsunotaro anymore?” But Malleus simply smiles and says “no it’s fine.”

It’s just...the fact that Malleus was most likely worried that Yuu would change the way they acted around Malleus, and that worried just went “poof” in a matter of seconds...it’s just so pure man.

Malleus and Yuu’s relationship really feels like two inexperienced people finding solace and discovering friendship with one another and the beauty that brings. Of course Yuu doesn’t really have a backstory (as they’re mainly there for the player to insert themselves in) and they have Ace, Deuce and friends that they definitely care about. However, this world is still new to them, and their relationships with Ace, Deuce and the other characters are also growing. And with Malleus, well, he’s completely new to friendship like this, and is still learning. He may be hundreds of years old, but he’s still considered a teenager in fae years. (Species age differently, like what that droid said in The Mandolorian)

In conclusion, whether you ship it platonically or romantically or you’re like Leona and hate Malleus’s guts, I want what Malleus and Yuu have. And I am both excited and terrified for what the future brings them.

#if you read this far you deserve a trophy #here a trophy 🏆#I just love these two sm #and yes I got off track a lot #I’m sorry lol #and yeah part of it may be self projecting but idc lol #they’re just precious okay?#just be glad I didn’t include the Halloween event as well bc this would have become a novel #anywho #twisted wonderland #malleus x yuu #okay to tag as ship #okay to tag as platonic #also sorry for any typos #it’s 11:19pm as I’m writing this #lol

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itscinnafox · 3 years

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Favorite shipping dynamics?

I see a few of these questions in me inbox, as much as I'm happy I'm also wrecking my brain because it got me thinking lol.

To put it simply: Ship-dynamics with opposite flaws and opposite strengths that brings the worst and the best out of each other while having a certain similar characteristic that bonds them naturally, is my favourite.

I guess it brings out the human in them and unveils the vulnerability that's very sacred to one's self, which is what make an individual able to become their potential best. These pair tend to work hand in hand and are the most adaptable to one another despite their huge differences, which makes them dangerous if anyone were to mess with them.

Being opposites is one thing, but being complimentary opposites is the juice in the ship.

I can't simplify an answer to this because ship-dynamics are often very different to even categorise them into specifics (either that, or I'm an idiot), so may I bring in some examples of this power-opposite-duos?

1. Jean Kirstein & Armin Arlert (AoT) They’re the most the intelligent in the series *cough*. They got each other’s backs without blinking and eye and would jump into fire just to save the other’s ass because one of them momentarily becomes stupid lolol.

2. Todoroki & Midoriya (BNHA) I bet they’d do a trust fall blindfolded lol ‘nuff said.

3. Akashi & Furihata (KnB) TBH, not a fan of rich-A-ordinary-B dynamic lol, but AkaFuri got me crazy because as individuals they’re just so amazing I can write more essays of them, which I did (the post is somewhere lol) but they’re both scary in their own ways and absolutely dumb and adorable when they’re alone lol.

4. Kagami & Kuroko (KnB) They’re fated. ‘Nuff said. Would commit murder and they’re good at it. Nobody suspects a thing.

5. Kasamatsu & Kise (KnB) They bring tears to my eyes that they’re underrated. These two are unbreakable facing enemies but holy-crap they’re sooooooooo vulnerable when they’re together that make people go “Wait... THEY HAVE EMOTIONS?!” Kise’s a lil bish going around giving heart-attacks but nobody gives him a heart-attack unless it’s Kasamatsu. Kasamatsu can and will kill someone with a biscuit but asks for biscuits from Kise because he soft.

just realised.....their cinnamonroll babes are actually very scary and will commit crime with a cute face lol.

#answered #i got an anon yaayyy #jearmin #tododeku #akafuri #kagakuro #kikasa #i'm shit with words btw #<3 thank u for the question anon~ it is very fun

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songfell-ut · 3 years

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Ficciversary

...There’s no graceful way to spell that.

Anyway! It has been one year since I uploaded the first three chapters of Songfell. And. Holy Crap. Very Capitalized Holy Crap, Batman.

.......I planned all sorts of gushing about how life-changing it was to play Undertale and watch stuff on YouTube and then write thing, but I’m very tired, and all I will say is that my life has been better than it has in years, even with the stupid pandemic, because you guys were in it. Thank you. <3

I wanted to post all the things today, but emotional weirdness and life got in the way. Instead, here is the slightly tweaked first chapter of my Xmas gift to @venelona, and a pic I commissioned from @sharkowskii a while back and never posted till now. That’s right: on Songfell’s first anniversary, I have a newish thing and a picture from that thing. Mwa ha ha, japed again (?)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I am going to try opening asks for this blog. We’ll see how long my ADHD holds up :3

#not songfell

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thembo-for-anime · 4 years

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Hii im back with a request:) what about bakugou getting hit with a quirk that makes him REALLY clingy and soft like- omf THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE. It would be fun if he would be clingy and the bakusquad seeing it and being confused af

GROUCHY

A/N: I may have written two pieces because I just couldn’t stop typing with this idea. First is head canons with the entire Bakusquad and the second is a short one shot with just you and Bakugo.

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: none! just fluff and some PDA

usually getting hit with a villain’s quirk wasn’t that much of a problem for Bakugo since they usually wore off after he knocks them out

but this one seemed to have some residual effects

this frustrated him because he wanted to be in control of himself at all times

it didn’t help that he had already agreed to hang out with the Bakusquad and you after patrol

so he had to show up and be as discreet about the side effects as possible

ten minutes into hanging out and he decides he absolutely hates it with a burning passion

he hates how every part of his body is craving to reach out and touch you

how uncomfortable it felt to keep his hands by his sides

to keep himself away from you

being clingy was one of the things he found annoying so the fact he’s exhibiting those traits makes him want to strangle himself

of course you wouldn’t mind but he couldn’t help but doubt himself

not to mention the Bakusquad was around and he wasn’t going to be soft in front of them

he’s gotta keep his cool image

that no one believes he has but just let him think it

this caused him to become extremely irritated

more so than usual

and E V E R Y O N E noticed

they thought that maybe he just had a bad patrol so they tried cheering him up

he would just scoff and roll his eyes, trying to keep them off of you

trying to keep his mind off of you

but nothing was working

his skin started to feel prickly and he just wanted to hold you so bad

it actually started to physically hurt him to not touch you

so when you reach back to hold his hand he practically melts into a puddle

all the resolve he had from before leaves his body

so much for trying to keep it in control

says a mental “fuck it” before he pulls you back into his arms and holds onto you like you’re a life line

“Ack- Katsuki are you okay?”

although since you were buried in his chest it probably sounded like a jumble of sounds

“I just- I need to hold you”

buries his head in the crook of your neck and lets out a big sigh of relief

the feeling of you against him washes away the prickly uncomfortable sensation which only encourages him to hold onto you more

THIS MAKES YOU MELT

he’s not really one to tell you things like that unprompted or show big PDA

especially with friends around, who most definitely could see/hear you

after a bit of time you go to pull away but he mumbles something about how he’s not done

your face starts getting a bit flush with the increasing awareness of the fact that most of your friends have turned back to see why you two stopped so suddenly

but he just pouts as you try to wiggle out of his loving embrace

YEAH ACTUALLY POUTING

“Baby, we’re still out with our friends”

“I don’t care about them, I just want you”

GOD THIS MAN-

Kirishima would have to help pry him off of you

this makes Bakugo whine and reach for you again

GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HAN-

Mina is taking so many videos for later because they’d surely NEVER see him like this again and she needed to savor this moment forever

Sero and Denki are just laughing their asses off at his antics

“Pft- holy crap what happened to the Big Bad Bakugo?!”

“AHHAH I don’t know -wheeze- mans pride really said gn streaks”

“SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU BEFORE I KILL YOU!”

but his threats are emptier than Mineta’s head a crushed soda can :)

defo holds you from behind with his head on your shoulder while he yells at them

Mina pats him on the head and says “Aww I think it’s cute Bakugo”

HOMEBOY CLOSES HIS EYES AND HUMS BEFORE HE REALIZES WHAT HE’S DONE

everyone slowly realizes that this is their one opportunity to give Bakugo all their love and affection without him murdering them

cue everyone hugging onto him and he’s too content to really yell at them

he’d still pretend to be grumpy about it just because he’s desperately trying to hold onto his cool guy image

eventually you all come up with a system to keep Bakugo happy while y’all hang out

he latches onto one person until they get tired then trade off with the next

“It’s like taking care of a baby”

“I’M NO BABY!”

I HAD TO WRITE OUT AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SCENE WITH JUST YOU AND BAKUGO BECAUSE I COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

“Fuckin-” You’re caught off guard by Bakugo’s cursing as he slams open the front door a bit too harshly. A slight cracking noise from the wall seemed to irritate him even more causing the vein on his forehead to strain under his skin. “Just perfect,” he mutters bitterly to himself.

“Katsuki is everything alright?” you ask, concern slipping into your voice as you get up from the couch.

Growling he walks past you. “Everything is just peachy,” he says through gritted teeth before moving towards the kitchen.

Letting out a small laugh, you stroll up to his back—which refused to turn around so that you couldn’t see his face—before wrapping your arms around his torso. “Somebody’s grouchy,” you remark before kissing between his shoulder blades.

Your embrace was warm and inviting, everything Bakugo had been trying to avoid. With that stupid villain’s quirk he wasn’t sure how it was going to effect him. An emotional manipulation quirk, it was explained to him later, that allowed that stupid villain to give or take away emotions. He was worried that it might cause him to do something that would’ve hurt you. That’s why he tried to keep his distance. But it was so hard with how understanding you were, how you always wanted to talk things out if there was a problem, how you always tried to understand what he really meant to say instead of taking the brash words that flew from his mouth at face value. He honestly didn’t even deserve you.

Now usually at this point, Bakugo would throw out some comment about how he’s perfectly fine or even that it was you who was the one that was grouchy, but for the moment he stayed silent.

In fact, he stopped his movement completely which started to worry you. That is until he leaned back into your hold and brought your hand up to his mouth, giving it a gentle kiss. “Katsu are you okay?” you ask before he finally turns around, his hold on your hand replaced quickly by the other.

“Yeah I just...I got hit by some dumbass villain's stupid quirk and…” he trails off mumbling something into your palm that you couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?”

Your question seems to agitate him even more, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red. “I said it’s making me feel...needy,” he answers, almost sounding disgusted by himself. You can’t help the laugh that slips from your mouth at his confession. “Are you making fun of me?!” he growls.

“No baby, I- pft, no it’s just, you’re making it sound like it’s the end of the world,” you say looking up at him with an amused smile.

He grumbles as he crosses his arms, before immediately becoming uncomfortable from the lack of contact. “It’s just- It’s so uncool,” he mutters before you reach for his arms. He lets you uncross them—almost gladly— as you rewrap them around yourself. Letting out a sigh of relief, he settles his hand below the hem of your shirt and starts rubbing his thumb up and down against the now visible skin of your torso.

“Katsuki look at me,” you say, threading your hands through his hair. Almost absentmindedly, he leans his head into your hand and looks up at you with the gentlest gaze you’ve ever seen. One that held no trace of irritation in his normally intense stare, no cocky grin, just a look of pure unadulterated affection. “I love you for you, okay? No quirk could ever make me love you less. Is that understood?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He nods his head slowly before whispering something you would’ve missed had you two not been standing so close together.

“Can you say it again?”

You take a moment to understand what he’s asking, but once you do you comply with his request. Bringing both hands to rest on his cheeks you repeat yourself, “I love you.”

“Again.”

Letting out a small laugh, you bring him into a soft kiss before pulling back so that you could rest your forehead on his. “I love you Katsuki, with all my heart.”

#bakugo x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakusquad #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki

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nukacoola · 3 years

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Companions react to Nick Valentine in a gen 3 body

Ada:

Ada would not really understand why Nick Valentine would want to get a more human body. She supposed his circumstances were different than hers but she had never wished to be human and her robot-ness never affected her quality of life. She couldn’t deny that the look suited him though.

Cait:

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, Nicky!” Cait likes Nick but is a bit creeped out by synths so she’d find this version of him a lot more pleasurable to look at and be around. She’d probably make some jokes about him being ‘a real boy’ now but not much would change as she didn’t spend an excessive amount of time with Nick before either.

Codsworth:

“Why Mr.Valentine I must say you look stupendous! A very fine look for a very fine gentleman.” Codsworth is quite content with his robot body but he thinks Nick is much better suited to this new one. He’s one of the few who remember the old Nick Valentine and the resemblance of him and this new synth body is actually pretty close. He sees it as the perfect fit for Nick the synth as it’s similar to his old body while being different enough to give him a unique sense of self. He was a bit worried about Nick’s and Sole’s adventures now though as he knows Valentine often finds trouble where he’s not looking and human bodies are a lot more delicate than a generation two synth one is. He’d be sure to give the detective a good talking to about safe and responsible adventuring before the two headed off anywhere.

Curie:

“Oh mon Dieu monsieur Valentine, you look amazing! Zis body suits you!” Curie would be very happy that the procedure she had discovered with Sole was able to help so many more people. Not only does she find the mechanics behind it fascinating, she loved to be able to hug her dear friend without worrying about his hand getting caught in her hair. She really liked seeing how glad Nick seemed to be with the transition too. He seemed very happy to have a new sense of self which in turn made Curie happy.

Danse:

Before Blind Betrayal:

Danse is not ok with this. At least before he was able to tell right away that Nick Valentine was a threat but now he just looked human as anyone else. It was very disturbing to him that a synth could so easily hide in plain sight and look like a real human. Of course he already knew about this problem before but Valentine’s transformation reminded him how easy it was for synths to fit into normal life in the worst way possible. He would be staying further away from the detective now more than ever. Valentine already creeped him out anyways.

After Blind Betrayal:

Danse is not ok with this. Even after the truth about himself was revealed he still hated the Institute and was freaked out by synths if not outright hateful towards them. Nick’s transformation reminded him how he was just as real as Danse. They were the same. Inhuman, freaks of nature who were built and programmed to do evil. If he had it his way, he’d never look at or talk to Nick again. He felt bad as he knew there was no good reason to fear or hate him but he couldn’t help it. Danse was programmed twice. Once by the Institute and once by the Brotherhood. That second programming would never allow him to feel comfortable around the robot who is now just as “human” as him. Maybe as he works with Sole more to accept himself and his humanity things will change but for now he’d stay away from Valentine.

Deacon:

“Looking good Nicky! Not that you weren’t the most handsome guy I knew beforehand too!” Deacon wouldn’t be too surprised at Nick’s transformation as he would’ve known about it long before it happened. Working as the main info gatherer for the Railroad meant that he knew all the happenings of the Memory Den. It was really rough whenever a synth’s mind was destroyed by a memory wipe but ever since Sole had realized you can transfer a robot’s consciousness to an empty synth there was always a nice little silver lining of helping someone else gain humanity from someone’s loss. First Curie, then Edna and now Nick. It was a chance at a real life for those who couldn’t fully experience it before. The body definitely suited him. Real hardboiled looking guy with mousy brown hair and a five o’clock shadow. Deacon might make some jokes related to the changed man and might fall in love with him a little bit more but overall things would stay the same between the two.

Dogmeat:

Dogmeat wouldn’t really be able to tell that the new man was the old man so it would be a rush of emotions at losing one friend and gaining a new one. He would like getting belly rubs from a softer hand though!

Gage:

Gage didn’t really give a shit either way. He thought it was weird that a machine wanted to be human but he never spent time with Valentine so he didn’t need to think about it too much.

Hancock:

“Nick! You look amazing! Hard to believe you were just an ugly bucket of bolts before.” Hancock would love the new look and be very happy that Nick is happy but he would be a bit disappointed that he’d have to get new joke material. He’s always seen Nick as a sort of father figure and this new human form will only enhance those feelings.

Longfellow:

Longfellow has no thoughts on the matter. He tries to just keep to himself and stay out of all that synth business.

MacCready:

“Damn Valentine! Guess this means you won’t be needing that WD-40 I got for you, huh?” MacCready, like Cait, is a bit weirded out by all the synth stuff but he likes and trusts Nick so he’s happy for the upgrade. It will definitely make him feel more comfortable being around him. He’d probably hang out with him and Sole/him and Hancock more often now.

Piper:

“Holy crap Nick is that you?! You look great!” Piper would be amazed at the extreme change. She’d also be very worried though that Nick would might face more discrimination in Diamond City now given the citizens are more scared of gen 3 replacement than anything else. She’d probably try to post more articles focusing on the Institute being the enemy rather than the synths and she’d stop fear mongering so much about replacement given the worries about her friend’s new look.

Preston: “Good for you, Nick. The new look suits you!” Preston, of course, would be very accepting of the new Nick and would be glad that Nick is happy with his new self. He would also probably recommend a lot more potential clients to him now that he wouldn’t scare off the average wastelander. People who had problems the Minutemen couldn’t fix would be sent to the new and improved Valentine.

Strong:

Metal man now meat man??? Strong is confused!!! Metal can not be meat!!

X6:

X6 would be very concerned about the loss of an escaped synth and he would question Valentine on how he got access to the body and how he transferred his consciousness into it. He would report the whole situation to the SRB unless a Sole with a very good relationship with him convinced him not to. He might also be able to be convinced that this body upgrade is better due to the future of the Institute sometimes traveling alone with Nick. A better body can provide better protection right? Either way he’d be a bit anxious about the situation as all of his train is telling him to bring the gen 3 back to the SRB.

Sorry some of these are kinda short I didn’t know what to write!

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs [+ unhinged Venti]

Oh no, not strange at all! I love seeing the art people have done on human Dvalin and Andrius. I’m not entirely sure if you wanted a Venti x Dvalin x Andrius pairing but I’m going to assume so. But just in case, I added a few points of all 4 of your hanging out. How my desk is positioned with my window, the sun is shining directly into my eyes so I have to type in this weird position unless I want my eyeballs to melt.

Also, if any of this is wrong just look away. This took forever because holy crap there is so much lore on these 3. Not sure what exactly you had in mind so I made some general/friendship HCs

Alright, today’s appreciations post is for maagdalen. Super lovely person with some lovely emotes. Oh and your english is really good btw^^ and ty for chatting with me 💕💕💕

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@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz

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Andrius, Venti, and Dvalin: General HCs

Andrius

Andrius, also known as Lupus Boreas, was tasked with protecting the nation of Mondstadt under the request of Barbatos. He had a noble soul and mainly stays in the area of Wolvendom. He was strict, to the point, and never really partakes in whatever “foolish” activities Venti or Dvain get themselves into. But it’s all just a front because as soon as one of them get’s hurt or is in danger, his fangs and teeth are out. Even if it’s a cute hydro slime. Then he’ll take them by the scruff of their neck back to Wolvendom to get their wounds checked. On Venti it works, but with Dvalin’s dragon form. It’s amusing to see a pouting dragon getting dragged off by a wolf that wasn’t even double his size.

Not many Mondstadt citizen’s know but Andrius isn’t actually a wolf. He chooses to take the form of a wolf and should any of the wolves in Wolvendom be threaten, that’s the form he will appear in. But in truth, it was because Venti suggested it. If he was going to stay in Wolvendom and protect wolves then it made sense that his form would be the big bad wolf. Really Andrius just believes that Venti has a secret vendetta against cats and Andrius wouldn’t talk to Venti if he suggested that he take the form a dog.

There is a bit of discourse between Andrius and Venti due to Venti’s human-like appearance since Andrius views human society as a disappointment. Only accepting abandoned infants that have no where to go. But he does respect Barbatos and helped in his efforts to rebuild Mondstadt and protect it as one of the Four Winds.

While he doesn’t completely enjoy Venti’s extravagant personality he’s glad that Barbatos adopted the name and is living his life in freedom. Despite being the anemo archon, he chooses to live as Venti. Having fun in taverns and doing what he loves.

Venti

Venti always brings stories and sings for the two whenever he decides that it’s been too long since he’s seen his friends. He usually brings a bottle of wine even if he’s the only one that ever drinks - which is probably why he brings wine - which leads to Andrius scolding Venti to try and act civilized when he gets drunk and saying “No Dvalin, you cannot have some. The last time we let you drink you cried so much that Springvale still has a waterfall.”

It’s amusing to hear that after the war, the biggest problem Venti has right now is getting constantly ID checked. Dvalin takes this quite literally, since he still isn’t fully aware of taverns rules and regulations, that it takes both Venti and Andrius to hold him down before another Stormterror incident happens.

Venti has always been bold, never afraid to say anything, which was a trait that Dvalin and Andrius liked about the anemo archon. It was what made him the archon of freedom but sometimes Venti is a bit too bold and pretends to play fetch with Andrius wolf form. He is not amused. When he tries it with Dvalin, Dvalin will participate but he get’s confused and ends up just sitting beside Venti when the archon throws the stick. Which causes Venti to make a walk of shame to get the stick back.

When Venti acts as the Wind Archon it’s always a bit of whiplash when he talks in his philosophical state that it reminds Dvalin and Andrius that despite his childlike appearance and attitude, he was still the anemo archon. But it get quickly covered up when he says it’s time to switch back to Venti time.

It’s hard for them all to meet up in the present day. Dvalin stays in his domain while Andrius stays in Wolvendorm, all alone in their own domain. Venti prefers lively places than those quiet and solitude areas so he’s either in the City of Freedom or under the Windrise tree. But on occasions where he feels lonely he’ll swing by Dvalin’s lair and use the winds to carry their conversation to Andrius. Just so he isn’t left out.

If anyone asks where the ballads that Venti sings that are about a strict wolf and a nervous dragon, he’ll just say it was a passing tune he made up.

Dvalin

Dvalin, same as Andrius, lost his faith in humanity and the city of Mondstadt. He was released as his role as one of the four winds but continued to remain in Mondstadt. Similarly to Andrius he is distrustful around humans after being betrayed by them, chose to avoids human contact but he tries to adopt a more friendly side when Venti visits him.

Dvalin cares about Venti more and isn’t as standoffish in showing that he appreciates Venti compared to Andrius. Venti explained to him and showed him what freedom truly was he felt connected with someone for the first time. He did want to be understood and loved by the humans for who he was and what he wanted to protect. But that’s still a long road ahead.

He’s a curious but clumsy dragon. He’s pure of heart and steadfast in his goals which Venti is full-heartily cheering him on while Andrius disagrees but allows Dvalin to continue on this own path. Even if Andrius is on the other side of Mondstadt, he still tries to keep an eye out for Dvalin should the Abyss Order ever try and take his friend under their control.

However, due to how almost naïve the dragon is, he get’s into rather...interesting situations. While Andrius groans and Venti loses his absolute shit when Dvalin, still in his dragon form, lands and tries to observe the wolves. He only hides behind a thin tree that barely covers even 2% of his entire body and ends up scaring the wolves who run back to Andrius for safety. It takes a lot of consoling from Venti that the wolves didn’t like him, they were just scared and perhaps he should adopt a smaller form?

He’s still a bit sick from the aftermath of the Abyss Order and the poison of Durin so he can’t travel as far as he would like so Venti keeps him company. Telling him what the citizens of Mondstadt have been up to and playing music with his lyre.

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I love writing Venti, he’s so much fun. :) I say this but I live for Venti who hides behind this happy persona but is actually unhinged or deluded. I have many thoughts on this but I didn’t want to break the pace of the fic (plus this is getting pretty long anyways). So feel free to skip the rest of this if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m just spit balling right now.

But nervous and shy dragon Dvalin plus mother hen Andrius is canon. You cannot convince me otherwise.

This week has just turned into “what will we awaken today?” In other news, Lisa and Diluc. But it might be a bit late since this took some time to finish. In extra news, solo leveling just updated. Oh and jjk is (hopefully) getting a new episode tmr^^

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Barbatos

Andrius and Dvalin trust Venti to fulfill his archon duties should anything ever happen to Mondstadt. The same way Venti trusts the Four Winds will protect Mondstadt should anything dangerous arise. With the carefree nature of Venti making a sudden appearance after Barbatos’s year long nap, they both got a bit too comfortable with this happy-go-lucky version of their archon.

That is until Venti brings a fourth person into their trio. Someone who knew how to play the lyre and wished to fly and see the birds. Andrius and Dvalin share a quick look of anxious tension and it’s confirmed when Venti makes a small slip of the tongue and calls you by a certain boy’s name. They aren’t sure what to do or if Venti was starting to regress back into Barbatos and what that could mean for this innocent traveler.

“Barbatos defeated the previous ruler and left the city to rest because he didn’t want to become the same tyrant. But an archon is still an archon with responsibilities. Those responsibilities can be warped to the point that they believe they are helping and guiding their followers, but are actually trapping them in their cage. He is an archon that believes in freedom so his cage is just a bit bigger. Big enough that you can’t see the walls. Be careful traveler.”

Venti goes to greet you the next day you see him but his words seem to fade away when he approach's you. He asks if you’ve been talking to Andrius lately. You nod and ask how he knows. He says that you just spell like wolfhooks and that you shouldn’t worry about anything.

The next day Andrius apologizes to you about his words and that he was mistaken. There was nothing to worry about and to trust Venti. You can see Dvalin a bit off to the side looking away nervously and a bit guilty.

Venti always makes sure that Andrius and Dvalin keep an eye on you, especially Dvalin when you’re in stormterror land. It was a pretty dangerous landscape to trek through. As for Andrius, he doesn’t want you to get hurt during your weekly practice fights. It wouldn’t do you any good if you got hurt and couldn’t explore this vast world with him.

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khadij-al-kubra · 3 years

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Storytelling, Fate & Happy Endings

I’m still processing last nights episode (CR C2 Ep140), and much like every critter I’m SUPER emotional about it. But something about last night’s events and how they played out really got to me, not just as a fan but also as a storyteller. And even the day after, i was actually crying (still am crying in fact) more than i did last night watching it happen. At first i thought it was because i’m a fairly new critter and this is my first time watching a campaign come to an end. But the more i think about it and process, the more i realize that’s not just it. This effected me as someone who deeply believes in the power of storytelling and how it can not only effect but reflect the world around us. And because I have to get them out of my head, here are my thoughts on why last nights episode was so important, not just for CR fans but also as a an important narrative for right now.

...Yeah that’s a bit vague, isn’t it? Okay, let me explain. If you’re willing to take the time to read fellow Critters, I greatly appreciate it in advance. ^__^

WARNING: Major spoilers for CR Campaign 2 Episode 140 ahead. Also it’s gonna get kind of meta. And long. Because i have a lot of thoughts & feels.

So I think it’s fair to say that, as much as we would’ve been devastated by any of the M9 perma-dying in the last battle, part of us wasn’t expecting them all to make it out of there alive. Not even the players, I think, despite how much they likely didn’t want that to happen. Just look at the half-resigned way Liam talks about Caleb in the last few Talks Machina episodes. Or how, in game, Jester was fully prepare to die trying to stop the city from coming back. And for a while there, it seemed like some of them might not survive.

But then they did. Despite so many crappy rolls throughout the night they stopped Lucien, set free all the souls trapped in Aeor, saved Exandria, and brought each other back from the dead. Not only that, but they also did the impossible: They saved Mollymauk. Their lost friend who had such a deep impact on all of them even after his death. The delightfully charming asshole who was so full of joy and life and who, despite how the world treated him, was happily determined to leave every place better than he found it. Moreover, they almost didn’t succeed! But then they did, all because of teamwork, love and one last minute ditch effort ‘what-the-hell-have-i-got-to-lose’ dice role that none of them saw coming. And now they get to go home together, truly as The Mighty NINE.

Just this once, everybody lived! We got a happy ending!

And that’s HUGE in game...but also think for a second how that reflects outside of game too. Do you realize what a story like that means to people, especially given the year from Hell we’ve all had?

Think about it. This past year the world has suffered. We’ve all been impacted by the pandemic in some way shape or form, either on small levels or large. Our world has been at war with a virus that effected everyone and everything: Our sense of safety. Our health. Our economy. Our families & friends. Our freedom. (in the sense of our ability to travel & just be in close proximity to people without fear, but i digress) Deeply imbedded social and systematic diseases have been brought further to light in the past year and a half largely because of this virus. Some of us have lost people we love. Hell, the pandemic even effected the way that the latter half of Campaign 2 played out because of social distancing protocols. If you further compare this to Campaign 2, the world of Exandria was caught in the middle of a war that started because of social & systematic corruptions that had been rooted in two opposing kingdoms for years. And so many suffered and died because of it.

Then the Mighty Nein comes in. This ragtag group of delightful assholes with nothing to lose; these flawed but inherently good at heart and deeply human adventurers, broken and lost in their own ways, trying to make a home and family for themselves in a world that took advantage of them or left them alone or said they weren’t good enough...and they changed things.

They grew. They fought back. They found moments of silliness and peace and joy and fun amidst all the strife and sometimes grief. Most of all, they tried. Sometimes out of necessity, sometimes out of spite, sometimes even out of compassion, but mostly just out of love. And in the end, not only did they help people and stop a war for the sake of their loved ones, but they also saved their world from being destroyed by a rotted perversion of life from the past that threatened to consume everything they cared about. AND they STILL managed to bring everyone in their found family back to life. Does it erase the bad and sad things that happened to them? Hell no! But those things don’t negate the fact that in that moment, they made it out okay. That this was a victory and they won!

Think of what a story like that means to people right now.

I’m personally a pretty spiritual person, and much like our favorite clerics, I also believe in a higher power. But whether or not you also believe in a Divine being, the Universe or whatever, every D&D player believes in one thing: Fate. Luck. Call it what you will. But it was fate that made those dice rolls that saved everyone happen. It was fate that not only stopped Cognoza from returning, but also brought Jester and Caleb and Molly back to life, even when it seemed like it wouldn’t work. (and holy shit that gave me emotional whiplash!)

After everything they went through, both individually and together, the Mighty Nein defied the odd and demanded that Fate let them save their loved ones. They demanded that the world give them back their friend; That they deserved to have their happy ending & get to go home alive together. Just. This. Once.

As a writer, I know firsthand that there are some stories we find and create ourselves, but then there are stories that have a way of finding us. Sometimes a story or world or character from somewhere in the Aether will pop into our minds one day and say, ‘I need your voice to tell my story.’ Maybe this is just me getting carried away with the meta brain again. And like i said, i’m a spiritually inclined person, so I believe in things like Fate and a Divine Higher power writing out the stories of the Multiverse. If you’re reading this (and thank you for taking the time to do so) maybe you do too. Or maybe you don’t. Either way, if you’re a fellow critter, then you’re clearly a fan of good stories and/or playing Dungeons & Dragons. So you know how fate/dice roles have a big impact on the outcome of a story, regardless of how tightly written a setup the dungeon master makes. Given all that and how organically stories tend to play out in D&D, I genuinely believe that Matt Mercer and the whole CR Team were meant to be conduits for a story where the flawed heroes save the world AND all make it home alive.

And I think Fate knew that we needed last nights battle to end like this. After all the crap we’ve been through this past year, we needed this happy ending, deserved it even! Not just us critters, the CR team too. As much as we all like to joke that Campaign 2 was secretly scripted, we all know that’s not true. Yes, the setup storyline and world were brilliantly crafted by Matt, and the character roleplaying is beautifully acted out by the team. But the twists and turns, the direction it goes, and how the game plays out is all up to fated dice rolls just like any other game. And something, some kind of force of luck, some force of fate, some Universal Divine DM out there made the roles happen the way they did last night.

It gave us a happy ending.

I believe that this was meant to happen; now of all times with everything else going on in the world. Amidst all this darkness and rot, both in game and in the real world, in the end of it all there was light and life. A reminder that sometimes people do live. They do get second chances. They do find a new family or reunite with old ones. That sometimes the world can be saved for a time, and happy ending do still exist. Even if it’s not broadcasted on the daily news amidst tragedy reports, or even tragedies that don’t get reported (which sadly are a lot, but again i digress).

Because the thing is, like Beau said, no one else will probably know they were heroes. No one will know what the Mighty Nein sacrificed to save all of Exandria. But they don’t need to know that for it to still be true, for life to happen again, and for a found family of nine broken people who love each other to go home together safe. It doesn’t invalidate that the good things happened. That at least for today everyone was saved. That flawed people were still able to do good because they tried. That they left the world better than they found it and got their own small but satisfying happy ending. Even if only for now, because we don’t know what’s gonna happen next Thursday. We don’t know what the future will hold for the Nein or Exandria when the Campaign ends or even when (hopefully) some loose ends will be tied up in later oneshots. But neither that nor the bad and sad stuff that happened beforehand in the game and in the character’s lives invalidates the fact that tonight they won. They lived.

So why can’t that be true for us in the real world?

I said earlier that, as a writer, I believe in the power stories have to not only reflect but also shape our world. This story is an example of why, but especially this episode, and that’s why i was so euphoric about the outcome. It wasn’t just a game for me, and i’m sure for others too. It was a much needed reminder that happy endings can still happen in real life, just as much as they can in stories. Even when everything seems dark and corrupt and rotten and hopeless, we can still keep fighting. We can keep trying. We can make new families and start over and be heroes in our on little lives in small ways.

We can leave the world better than we found it.

And maybe, with hard work, imagination, luck and a little Divine intervention...we can also get the happy endings we deserve.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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gunterfan1992 · 3 years

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Interview with Half Shy (the songwriter of “Monster”)

For the last few months, I’ve been collecting information for a second edition of Exploring the Land of Ooo that will also cover the production of Distant Lands. This means that I’ve started to look into the new songs that we have been graced with this year, and this of course includes “Monster,” the beautiful track from the masterpiece that is “Obsidian”. And so I reached out to the song’s writer, Half Shy, who was kind enough to chat with me via email about the songwriting process!

(Photo courtesy of Half Shy)

In many ways, Half Shy is living the creative Adventure Time fan’s dream: She got asked by Adam Muto himself to write a song for “Obsidian” after he heard her music through Bandcamp! (I’ve dabbled in fan music before, and the fact that someone from the show might listen to it just blows my mind.) What an opportunity; I am so excited for her!

Since a second edition of my book won’t be coming out until after all the Distant Lands episodes air, I thought it would be best to share my Half Shy interview now. Read on for the fascinating behind the scenes story of how Half Shy and “Monster” came to be..

GunterFan: What is your origin story? How did you get involved in music, and how did the Half Shy project come to be?

Half Shy: I’ve been making music pretty quietly since I was in high school with a keyboard and guitar. I played one or two shows a year after college when I could find a friend or my brother to get up on stage with me, but I don’t really have that performer gene in me naturally. I get too much in my head and forget what the lyrics are to the song I wrote, or what the next chord is. Total brain freeze. So that whole experience is a bit of a mental drain. It’s something I think I’d like to dig into and figure out, but right now I’m really enjoying the time writing.

Even playing a song for my friends I still get pretty nervous. That’s where the name Half Shy comes from. I’ve always been interested in making things that by their nature draw a bit of a spotlight, but at the same time, I am just really quite nervous about the attention.

I recorded my first songs under my old name Hey V Kay in my bedroom and started putting them up online one at a time. When I got enough I thought about packaging it up into an album, but then got really distracted by learning how to fix up motorcycles and going to automotive tech school. When I eventually got back around to it I named the album Gut Wrenching.

After a few years I realized that I didn’t want the day-in-day-out life of a mechanic, I just wanted to know how to fix cars for myself and to have that knowledge in my back pocket. I got back into making music but grew frustrated at the process of writing and recording songs. I felt like I wasn’t able to capture the ideas I had in my head. Like trying to draw on your computer with a mouse. Doable, but it’s not going to come out like you’d hoped.

So these last couple of years I’ve focused more on learning the technical aspect of it, from the initial ideas and lyrics, to the recording and mixing. During that process I put out Bedroom Visionaries, and while writing I happened upon the name Half Shy in an old Thesaurus which felt instantly right. Learning all of that has been fun, I even went as far as to create my own book to solidify a daily writing routine (lyricworkbook.com). All that has been a bit of a tangent from actually making much music though. I should be getting my books in December from the press so I’m really looking forward to getting back into making more music instead of dealing with printing presses, setting up websites, and sourcing ribbon suppliers.

GF: What is the story behind "Monster"? How did the show get in contact with you?

HS: I keep a log of “Song Starters” with neat things I’ve heard in the world, and I would look through it every now and then and notice just how many came from Adventure Time. Eventually I thought well, I have to make a song about this show that just keeps breaking my heart. It was around the time I was nearly done with the first [Adventure Time-inspired] song “In My Element” that I got an email from Bandcamp saying “someone bought your album (Bedroom Visionaries).”

I get maybe one or two of these a month at most so I love to go in and say hi to the person and say thanks, be curious about who they are, [and] what they’re all about. Turns out it was Adam Muto, the executive producer of the show. (I asked and he has no idea how he happened upon my stuff. He guessed that I must have tagged something #adventuretime and he just happened to see it.) So I sent him an email saying, “Hey wow thanks for checking out my tunes. Also... holy crap you’ve made the best show I have ever seen in my life.” [I] played it real cool like. After finishing up writing my second [Adventure Time-inspired] song “Betty” I couldn’t help but fangirl real hard [and I sent him another message saying], “I’m sorry this is probably awkward, but I really love your show and I wrote these songs about it.” He was incredibly kind and shared them with his Twitter Universe, and a while after that I got a random email from him saying basically, “Hey, I’m working on this thing I can’t talk about, would you be interested?” I was like… well you know I’m pretty busy working at a sign shop so I’m gonna have to pass on this once in a lifetime opportunity (J/K. Obviously I fan-girl squealed and said yes immediately).

We chatted a bit about what the project was going to be and the direction. He mentioned there [would be] two Marceline songs in the special, [and he asked if I] would I be interested in giving the love song a try? Trying real hard to suppress my instant imposter syndrome I was like, “Yea, totally I’d be into giving that a shot!” So I read through the story and loved the idea of the dragon mirrored in Marceline, thinking through how they’ve both built up a protective shell, how she grew tough for a reason, but now she can open up and be vulnerable with PB.

From there I wrote the initial demo with the first two verses mostly intact and we went back and forth a few times editing it down into the final version. I recorded the final parts for the show in my little home studio in Seattle.

GS: When you were writing the song, what emotions, thoughts, or ideas were you channeling? Was there any sort of memory of event that you were trying to artistically "catch" or "recreate" with the lyrics or music?

HS: As far as channeling an emotion, generally I’d say just the experience of existing as a human. It can be so hard to open up and be vulnerable. I can remember that feeling even as a young kid—getting really excited about something and having someone completely trash it or look at you like, “Why are you so interested in that? It’s dumb.” [It causes us to grow] a little more weary to share ourselves because we know that hurt and embarrassment. The pain of being misunderstood is something I think a lot of us can relate to. Then having to decide whether to keep sharing those vulnerable parts of yourself or think, “They’re just not going to get it, I’m going to get hurt, so why bother?” and then stop putting yourself out there. You lose a lot with that thick armor though. You might feel protected, but you’re not feeling a whole lot of anything else other than the weight and chafing of it (I had a whole lot of armor-related metaphors that I didn't end up using.).

I struggle with this in songwriting too. I’m not the bolt-of-lightning type. There are pages and pages of cliches, total garbage, bad jokes, and cheesy lines that I have to get through in order to get to something that I am excited to put out there into the world: “Here I did this thing, I know it’s a little (this or that), but I made it... What do you think?” It’s hard to open yourself up to hearing the other end of that question.

I filled about 5 little pocket notebooks just thinking through the story, ideas, and trying to get this song right. I wanted it to feel familiar and honor the past songs of the show ([e.g.,] using the ukulele and referencing a few of the familiar chords from “I’m Just Your Problem”) but also be pretty open and vulnerable and different for [Marceline]. [I wanted to] show that she’s going through some tough emotions but also figuring herself out and growing.

GF: I feel like “Monster” is, at its core, an ode to the “Bubbline” ship. How do you feel about your song being intimately connected to one of the most famous LGBTQ+ relationships in animation? Do you have any general thoughts on Marcy and PB, Bubbline, etc.?

HS: Oh, I’m a total fan girl of Bubbline. The whole story of how Rebecca Sugar and Muto slowly morphed it into this deeper relationship is just great. As a part of the LGBTQ community myself it really means so much to see the representation of characters like yourself portrayed in an intelligent way. Growing up I was too young to fully understand what was going on but I saw Ellen getting cancelled, and [I] heard people around me saying they’d never watch her show again after she came out. That stuff sinks in as a kid and so to have these characters who are not only intelligent, but funny, complex, and unapologetically strong who also happen to be queer is really great. I love that the story here isn’t about their orientation, but that they’re people struggling with how to be open and vulnerable in a relationship.

It feels like something sci-fi and animated shows do so well—to show that ridiculousness of limiting who a person should and shouldn’t love. Marceline is a 1000+ year old half-demon/vampire and PB was born from the Mothergum of an apocalyptic radioactive world, but you’re going to get hung up on them loving each other? It sort of brings it into perspective in a really interesting way.

GF: Do you have any other thoughts about the experience that you'd like to share?

HS: Just how lucky, thankful, and honored I feel to be a part of my favorite show, writing a song for one of my favorite characters. It’s also incredibly cool how the people on the show are so willing to connect and collaborate with their fandom. Everyone [on the production crew] was very open and a real joy to work with.

I’d like to give a huge “Thank you!” to Half Shy for agreeing to participate in this interview; she really was quite amiable! If you’d like to hear more of her music, check out her website and her Bandcamp. You can also follow her on Instragram here and on Twitter here. And of course, here is Half Shy’s awesome video of “Monster”.

#adventure time #atimers #adventure time distant lands #atdl #half shy #monster #bubbline #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #bubblegum #princess bubblegum #pb #adam muto #interview

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Lost & Found - 12

Pairing: Park Jimin x soulmate (oc)

Warnings: Insecurity, anxiety, abandonment, oc feels like she’s gonna puke which, honestly, same

Word Count: 4.5k

a/n: holy. crap.

anyways, enjoy!

just remember that if it’s not ok then it’s not the end

Chapter 12. Bittersweet

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“You wanna grab some lunch?” I ask as soon as I get into the car after my appointment with Dr. Mo. She seemed pleased with my progress, and reassured me that I did the right thing in writing Jimin’s letter.

The only thing left to do is wait.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Sunmi begins to drive. “How’d your session go?”

“Good, I think. I couldn’t stop fidgeting the entire time.” I blow a strand of hair out of my face. “Mind if I invite a friend to lunch?”

Sunmi glances at me sidelong, arching a brow. “Does this friend know about your thread and that you’re currently being chauffeured by a Bighit employee?”

I chew on my lip. “Well, yes to the first question and no to the second. But she knows everything else.” I bring my phone up to my ear, listening to it ring. “She actually helped me cut the thread...but she’s a really cool person. I swear.”

Sunmi just waves me off, appearing to be indifferent to adding another person to our lunch party. At this rate, I’ll have to invite Chung-hei as well.

“I was just going to call you! What happened last night? You left in a rush.”

“Wanna come to lunch? I think we’ll just grab something and eat it back at my apartment.” I look at Sunmi, who gives me a thumbs-up.

“And then you’ll explain what happened last night?”

I laugh at her persistence. “Yeah, sure.”

We discuss her order before she promises to meet me at the apartment. “I feel like I should invite my other friend as well,” I admit, looking at Chung-hei’s contact on my phone. “She’s Namjoon’s soulmate.”

Shrugging, Sunmi pulls into a drive through. “Don’t ask me, I’m just the driver.” She pauses. “Oooh, should I get a milkshake?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Get me one too-”

Chung-hei picks up on the third ring.

“I was just thinking about you!” She chirps. I can’t help but smile at the sound of her voice.

“How adorable,” I drawl. “Wanna meet up at my apartment for lunch? I’ve got a couple of friends coming over that I want you to meet.”

“Sure! I was just planning on taking a break, anyways.”

“Great. You want the usual from the diner on 6th?”

“Ooh, how sexy, you even remember my order.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “Whatever. See you soon.”

✂

“How far are we going to run today?” Namjoon asks, not sounding entirely thrilled at the prospect of cardio at this hour. It’s an odd hour to be going out for a run, but the weather is warm enough for a jog around their closed off neighborhood.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admits, looking excited to just get to go outside. “Just...a ways?”

Namjoon snorts. “A ways?”

“You know what I mean.” Swinging the door opens, Jimin pauses before stepping out. “Oh, mail’s here.”

Namjoon doesn’t think much of the statement, the mail is always here around this time of day. That is, not until he looks down at the pile of mail and sees a familiar looking envelope poking out from behind another letter.

“Ah!” He shouts, crouching down and scooping up the mess. “Ah!” He shouts again for emphasis.

Jimin looks at him with a half-smirk. “Is there a reason that we’re shouting?”

Unfortunately, Namjoon is unable to do much else besides shout. He backtracks into the house, tossing aside the undesirable letters in an effort to get to the one that really matters. In his excitement, it slips to the ground.

Jimin leans down, grabbing the letter that Namjoon points at with yet another shout. “What?” His stomach drops. “Did we forget to pay this month?”

“No!” Namjoon exclaims. When Jimin shrugs and attempts to hand it over to him, he thrusts it back at him. “That’s yours!”

“What do you mean, ‘it’s mine’?” Jimin asks, frowning. “We split the cost-”

“Jolie. It’s from Jolie,” he pants, finally catching his breath and calming down. “Read it.”

Now, Jimin realizes, would be the perfect time to panic.

Reading the expression of confusion on his face, Namjoon takes a deep breath before leading Jimin to the couches in the living room. “Remember when I told you about going to visit Jolie right after she cut the thread and how I gave her-”

“You gave her this?” Jimin asks, looking down at the electric bill envelope with no shortage of disbelief. “Joon, this is probably just a bill-”

“No, we just got the electric bill three days ago!” Namjoon explains excitedly. “Just, read it.”

Jimin comes to stand before the couch, but he doesn’t sit down. Not yet. He’s too busy fighting the nerves that have manifested, the envelope shaking in his hands as he stares down at it.

“O-ok.”

He perches down on the edge of the coffee table, not even thinking to sit on the couch. Not as he tears the envelope open and slides out a piece of paper that looks suspiciously like notebook paper.

Namjoon is attempting to back out of the room to allow his friend a private moment, but stays just long enough to confirm that this is indeed the long-awaited letter.

When Jimin unfolds the paper enough to see the first line, addressed to him, he begins to greedily gulp down air.

She has beautiful handwriting.

Finding Namjoon’s eyes from across the room, Jimin wears his emotions on his sleeve. The hesitant hope and utter fear of what he’s about to read is apparent, and it’s with a quivering lip that he calls out for his friend.

“Can you stay with me?” He quietly requests. Namjoon nods, hastily coming to sit across from his friend on the couch.

In the silence, Jimin reads through the letter. Namjoon watches as his brows furrow. A hint of a smile touches his cheeks at the very beginning, and he mumbles something about Elle. Then his lips part in a pained, silent gasp.

He’s silent throughout, however as he gets to the final few sentences, he finds himself reading through them again and again. It’s almost as though his eyes deceive him, like something isn’t quite connecting.

I still want you.

I still-

His thoughts are interrupted when Joon reaches out to lightly nudge his knee. “You ok?”

Ok?

“Yes?” It’s a question more for himself than anything. His eyes drift back to the page, to Jolie’s swirling handwriting and the promising statement within.

It terrifies him to the bone, which only makes him frustrated. In his utter confusion, he reads through the letter again, assessing every word.

It’s a question that Jimin hadn’t thought to ask himself before. Now that his soulmate seems within reach, he hesitates. Why?

She still wants him. And while her reasoning is sound, albeit leading to rash and hurtful choices, Jimin finds himself feeling like he’s missing something as those four words echo through his mind.

When the answer comes to him, he gasps it out as though he’d been holding his breath.

“I want to believe her,” he says, looking like he’s just about ready to cry from the frustration. “But I- I-”

Namjoon just nods, an understanding look in his eyes. It’s that look that helps to calm Jimin down, his racing heart finding solace in the fact that it might be normal to find it difficult to trust so readily.

“I can’t,” he quietly confesses. “Not yet.”

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon reassures. “Just take it one step at a time.”

Finally setting the letter down, Jimin rubs at his face. “What step are we even on?”

Namjoon chuckles quietly at his question. “Who knows. This is uncharted territory. But the way I see it, you’re in control now. You decide if you want to move forward with her in whatever way you see fit, or if you’re ready to just leave it behind. Have a fresh start.”

While both thoughts seem to have their own terrifying aspects, Jimin knows that leaving Jolie in the past simply isn’t an option.

“She said she had an aunt here, but Joon, that’s it. I’m all she’s got left.” He doesn’t know why he brings that up now, but his heart aches to think of it. For nearly a year now, she’s been so alone. Going through her grief, hardly coping. “Which may sound a little pretentious, but...I don’t want her to be alone.”

Namjoon leans back against the cushions, and Jimin seems to realize for the first time that he’s sitting on a table. He makes no move to get off of it, simply leaning forward on his elbows with a creased brow.

“Then maybe that’s where you two start,” Namjoon muses. “Neither one of you is ready to just dive into a relationship - that should be the last thing on your mind. But for now...just don’t let her be alone. I mean, the best you can while keeping your distance until, you know, you’re ready.”

Namjoon’s advice soothes the gaping hole in Jimin’s chest, letting him breathe freely for a moment. Just one step at a time.

He realizes, for perhaps the first time in his life, that just because she’s his soulmate, Jimin doesn’t have to immediately hand over his heart. It’s in pieces at the moment as is, partly due to the severed thread hanging from his left hand and partly due to the tangible heartbreak in Jolie’s letter.

No, Jimin can first let it mend. Take his time to heal.

Perhaps they can heal together.

✂

“Ah, I’ve seen you in the news!” Christina snaps her finger as she makes the connection, grinning at Chung-hei who chuckles.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she sheepishly admits. “Please tell me I look even better in person.”

“Oh,” I chime in, “loads better. You looked hideous in those pictures they used.”

Taking a huge bite, Chung-hei vigorously nods. “I know, right?! I seriously almost called them up to ask them where I could send some better photos. If they’re going to be talking about me, they might as well have some good pictures to use.”

Sunmi nearly chokes on her milkshake, fanning her cheeks as she stifles a laugh. Christina smiles fondly at Chung-hei and I.

“Why didn’t you?” She asks, clearly invested in the story now.

Chung-hei takes her question in stride, setting her chopsticks down. It’s a clear sign that she’s going to become fully immersed in the storytelling now. I lean back, ready to watch the show.

“Namjoon’s a protective idiot, that’s why.”

Now I’m the one choking, Sunmi hitting my back even as she grins devilishly. “What?! Did I just hear you say something other than praise about Namjoon?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

Chung-hei levels me with a glare, scooting her chair back to get up. I immediately throw my hands up in surrender. “Ok! Ok! Just keep telling your story!”

The first few minutes between all of my friends had felt like seeing three different worlds collide. Of course, Christina was the odd one out among the other two: her profession made her a bit of an odd candidate. A part of me was dying to tell her story, to help Chung-hei and Sunmi see just how amazing she was. However, all it took were a few jokes at my expense (something that Hei and Christina both have an uncanny ability to do) before the three of them were picking at their food and chatting like the neighborhood gossips that they surely are.

“What was it like?” Sunmi asks, and suddenly I’m thrown back into reality and realizing that I just missed the entire story.

“It was…” judging from the faraway look in Chung-hei’s eyes, she’s talking about when she first met Namjoon. “I don’t know. I always expected sparks to fly or the world to stop spinning, but it wasn’t like that at all.”

I glance over at Christina, gauging to see if we’re veering into something that might make her uncomfortable. She catches my gaze, giving me a little nod that tells me she’s alright. Interested in the conversation, even.

“It just felt like coming home after a long day,” Chung-hei continues. “Like kicking off tight shoes and scrunching up your toes in the warm grass. Like the most common, simple things that life has to offer, that somehow make you believe that everything really will be alright in the end.”

My emotions get caught in my throat as I think about those little things and realize that it’s been far too long since I last drank in the beautiful normal.

“Wow.” I’m not sure who whispers it, but I grunt in agreement.

“That sounds so nice,” Sunmi says with wide eyes. Chung-hei smiles a radiant smile, one that isn’t too wide but reaches her eyes anyways.

“Yeah. It really is.”

The four of us get a little lost in our own thoughts, but eventually Christina clears her throat and shoots me a pointed look.

“So...what happened last night?”

Ah. Right.

Just like that, the reminder that my letter may very well be in Jimin’s hands right now has me fidgeting in my seat, just like I did all throughout my session with Dr. Mo.

With a tight smile, I explain the events of last night. How I essentially poured out my heart in the letter (this earns me a proud smile from Chung-hei), and how I confessed that he was all I wanted still.

The memory of him under those dazzling lights at the concert rush back to me. His white shirt loose on his body, hair swept back mainly because he kept running his hands through it. Full lips parting into a smile just as quickly as they would melt into a teasing pout. The crowd was wrapped around his finger, nearly as tightly as the bright red thread dangling from his left hand.

The thread that I stared and stared at while Chung-hei and I slipped backstage, growing ever nearer. Getting close enough that I swore I could hear his voice, his laugh like a waterfall.

I was drowning in that laugh, unable to come up for air until I found myself practically begging on my knees outside of Christina’s apartment.

“Hey,” Christina gently pulls me from my tormented state. “Are you nervous?”

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly before answering. “Yes.”

Sunmi, who sits beside me on the couch, wraps an arm around my shoulder and gives me a tight squeeze. Chung-hei abandons her food, leaving it on the coffee table and coming to sit on the other side of me.

“You told the truth,” she quietly comforts. “And that’s all you could do.”

I clench my jaw, staring at a wooden knot in the coffee table before me. “I told him that I forgave myself. But I feel like there’s so much I’ve done wrong, I hurt him too much-”

It’s Christina that rises from her chair and pushes everyone’s food aside until she can sit on the edge of the coffee table and reach out to cup my chin. Once I raise my eyes to hers, I see a raging fire in them.

“You don’t look back.” Her voice is made of steel straight out of the fire. “You cannot punish yourself for what’s already happened any more than you already have. Move forward. The only way to heal is to move forward and be better.”

I wonder for a moment how many times she’s repeated that to herself on the days when the shadows seemed a little darker and her past loomed a little larger.

“What do you think he’ll do?” I ask, my voice small.

Chung-hei sighs softly. “He still wants you...but I don’t know. He might need some time, Jolie.”

It stings, but I force myself to nod. My only hope is that he’ll allow me to somehow be a part of the time he needs to take for himself.

Eventually I ease into a semi-comfortable state, my friends chatting it up while I try to focus. Try as I might, my mind wanders back again and again to the letter. Maybe it got lost in the mail. Or maybe it won’t be delivered until tomorrow.

Maybe they really thought it was a bill and won’t open it for days, forgetting about it. It’s probably laying on that stupid kitchen island that Taehyung wants me to use for rolling dough out, collecting dust-

When my phone vibrates, I nearly jump out of my skin. My jolt makes Sunmi and Chung-hei jump as well, giggling lightly.

“Sorry,” I mumble, fishing my phone out of my back pocket. “My phone just-”

Elle’s bf 🙀: Hey...can we talk? Like, call?

I’ve rarely been able to curse fluently, but today appears to be the exception as a string of curses flow under my breath. The sentiment is mirrored as Sunmi and Chung-hei peer over my shoulder.

Christina doesn’t need to see the text to know what just happened. “He texted?”

“I’m gonna die,” I breathe out in response, heart rate ratcheting up at an alarming rate. “Dead, I’m dead-”

“Ok, look at me,” Chung-hei grabs my shoulders and forces a warm smile onto her face. “This is good-”

“Good?!” I shriek, looking down at my phone and back up at her. “How is this good? I feel like I’m gonna puke-”

“Great, but save the puking for after the phone call,” Chung-hei butts back in, taking charge of the moment. “Because right now there’s a boy on the other side of that message trying to be brave, and he needs you. He’s probably freaking out, and he needs some answers and reassurance that his soulmate really actually meant every word she wrote in that letter. And you meant it, didn’t you?”

I find myself nodding along, wishing that I hadn’t just eaten a ridiculous amount of food. Not as my stomach churns at the thought of talking in real time with Jimin.

“Go ahead and text him back,” Sunmi coos, the calm to Hei’s invincible will. “And...you know what, nevermind. I’ll ask about the way you have him saved under your phone later.”

It takes me an embarrassing amount of time to formulate a response, and even longer to type it out without making any typos. Staring at the send button, I groan, unable to press it just yet.

“I really might throw up.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Christina springs up from the couch as Chung-hei begins to rub soothing lines up and down my arms. Despite the warm temperature in the room, I can’t stop shivering.

“If you want us here, that’s fine...but I also think it might be good for it to just be the two of you. So you can talk freely” Hei gently advises, so different from the little pep talk mere moments before.

I stare at the wall, chewing ferociously on the inside of my lip. The thought of my friends not being here makes me feel even more vulnerable, but at the same time I know this is something I have to do alone.

“Will you come back after?”

“Of course,” Sunmi reassures. “We’ll just go on a ride or something while you two talk. Text us when you’re done, and we’ll be back before you know it.”

Christina sets the glass of water in my hand, urging me to drink. With a few swigs that help to clear my head and temporarily calm my stomach, I press send.

Me: Of course. I’m free right now, go ahead and call if you can.

I’m not sure if I want to cry or squeal.

Both. I want to do both.

My three friends get up (Christina taking her food with her, a detail I hardly notice) and file through the door, offering me warm smiles and words of encouragement. Try and I might, I can hardly register them amidst the swirling feelings of panic and doubt crawling through my veins.

The sound of the door closing is what makes the first tear slip out.

Grabbing my phone and staring at the couch before deciding that I’d rather the comfort of my blankets and pillows, I jump and stub my toe against the coffee table when Elle jumps through the kitchen window. She appears to be unbothered, but follows me into my room and leaps onto the bed. She circles my feet before brushing up against my calves, laying between my legs. Resting her chin on my shin, she looks up at me with those big eyes of hers.

Waiting, just like I am.

I’m not sure how long it takes, but it feels like an agonizing eternity before the phone finally rings.

When it does, I scoop it up and stare at if for a moment. I pinch myself for good measure, giving myself one last chance to wake up.

Of course, I don’t wake up. This isn’t a dream. I realize that when my shaky thumb swipes to accept the call and I bring the phone to my ear.

It’s quiet, but I can hear the soft, shaky breath on the other side of the phone. Almost like Jimin was holding his breath but couldn’t quite hold it any longer.

It takes me approximately four seconds to remember that I’m supposed to say hello.

Of course, I fail even at that. “Jimin?”

It’s not the most eloquent way to answer the phone, but I need to know.

“Jolie.”

✂

“Jimin?”

Jimin stands outside on the balcony, facing the large pines that obscure his view of the rest of the neighborhood. When he hears the breathy, slightly panicked voice on the other end of the phone, he realizes that he should definitely be sitting down for this conversation.

“Jolie.” It’s a statement that should have been a question, but he knows - knew, from the single syllable his soulmate had utter, his name, no less, that it had been her.

It had to be her. His name had never sounded so beautiful coming from any other mouth.

When the silence stretches on, Jimin sinks to the ground and sits facing those great pines. The railing obstructs his view a bit, but it isn’t like he’s actually watching them. No, his gaze is a little dazed as he scrambles for something to say.

“I- I got your letter.”

There’s a pause in which Jimin is absolutely positive he hears a sniffle - the pitiful sound making him reach out to grab the metal bars of the balcony railing for support.

“Oh.” And then, “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess right now-”

“No, I am too,” Jimin rushes to reassure her. “I think it’s safe to say that we’re both a bit of a mess.”

He hears a wry chuckle and suddenly he can’t help but smile slightly, basking in the short-lived sound. “Jimin, I…”

“What?” Eager to hear what comes next, Jimin can’t help but widen his eyes as if that will urge Jolie to continue.

“I...t-thank you for the flowers.”

Someone might as well have brought him back to life. Shoulders relaxing and lungs expanding, Jimin blinks and finally sees the trees.

“Thank you for the letter.”

✂

Jimin’s voice is deeper than I thought it would be. His soft, angelic singing voice acts as a good cover for the delicious timbre coming through the phone.

Of course, I may be biased.

“You’re welcome,” I manage to squeak out. “You deserved an explanation. I hope it didn’t leave you more confused than before.”

“No,” he responds, dragging the word out in a way that makes me feel warm. “It was beautiful. I’m so sorry, Jolie, about your parents. I wish I could do something- change it.”

The familiar pang of pain strikes true, but it fails to linger like it normally does. “It’s nobody’s fault, Jimin.” His name is delicious on my tongue, and I fight the urge to say it again. “But I really, just...I know saying I’m sorry doesn’t cut it, but for what it’s worth...I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

It’s quiet except for the sound of a breeze and distant chirping, leading me to believe that he’s outside. If I close my eyes, I’m right there with him.

“Thank you. I...that means a lot. Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, and I can tell that he’s getting to the reason he called in the first place. “This might sound a little strange, but I need to say it.”

“Go on,” I urge.

“You mentioned - don’t hate me, because you said it was the cheesy part,” I can’t help but snort at his playful manner that peeks through. “But you sounded like you were willing to give this a try…? Give us a try?”

Blinking rapidly to dispel any lingering tears, I nod even though he can’t see me. “Yes. But only if you want to. I completely understand if you feel like you can’t after everything that’s happened-”

“I want to. I- I want you.”

My heart pounding in my ears, I bite down a gasp. “You do?”

“But just...can we take this slowly?”

Letting out a sigh of relief, a tentative smile makes its way to my lips. “Yes, please.”

Judging from Jimin’s little laugh, he’s more than happy with my response. “Good. I just don’t want to be alone anymore, you know? And hey, if I remember correctly, you thought I was funny-

“Woah, I thought Jaemin was funny, not you. You’re gonna have to start all over now.”

Jimin makes a sound of protest that I hope masks the schoolgirl-like giggle I let out at the sound. “Really? You’re ridiculous. Hey! Is Elle there?”

“Oh, she is! She’s sitting here eavesdropping, wanna say hello?”

“Yes, put me on speaker. I’ve missed my cat.”

“Your cat? Really?”

“Yah, put me on speaker already-”

His voice cuts off, and I strain to hear another person that speaks in the background. It’s muffled, but despite the poor quality I can hear the panic in their voice. A moment later Jimin returns, however his joking banter is gone. Indeed, he sounds deadly serious as he tries to calmly speak.

“Jolie,” he begins, and suddenly it’s cold. “You’re at home, right?”

“Yeah,” I answer. “What happened?”

“Stay inside,” Jimin instructs, not answering my question. “Do not leave, you understand me? And don’t let anyone inside. I don’t care who it is, do not let anyone in.”

My blood runs cold at that. “Jimin, you’re scaring me, what’s going-”

“Promise me.”

The pure desperation in his voice leaves me paralyzed, but I manage to speak. “I promise. But Jimin, what’s happening? Is everything ok?”

“I’ll call you tonight, ok? Just- don’t leave.”

With that, he bids me goodbye and the line clicks off. Scrambling to pull up the numer, I immediately call Chung-hei.

It rings and rings, eventually going to her voicemail. I end the call only to begin a new one to Christina.

Again, no answer.

Sunmi’s number is the last one I try, holding the phone up to my ear. “C’mon, pick up, pick up,” I chant, pulling my knees up to my chest.

But it just rings, over and over again.

“Hello, this is Kang Sunmi. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take your call, please leave a message-”

Ending the call with a violent jab, I start the calls again from the top.

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You guys are so sweet and I'm so glad to be able to write for you folks.

You hate Nox. That's it. Nothing more to it. Okay, that was a lie. There were a lot of reasons for you to hate him. His egoistic personality, his "holier than thou" attitude and the most important of all, how he can be so damn smooth in even the worst of situations and pull off that stupid handsome grin!

. . . Okay, maybe the hate part was a lie too. But that's not the point! You have fallen for the skeleton and you have NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THESE EMOTIONS! It's not like you fell in love before or know how to approach the mysterious, stubborn skeleton.

So here you were in Blue's room getting ready to confess with the help of Blue.

"Okay, first things first. What's the first thing you think when you see Nox?"

"Hot," You blurt without thinking, blushing immediately after.

"Well… it's an answer, and one that Nox will most likely appreciate!" Blue says in an attempt to ease the embarrassment, you nod.

"Okay! So keep that thought in mind, how would you confess to Nox if he were standing right in front of you?"

"Greetings short stack," Blue frowns and places his hands on his hips.

"Y/N," He says in a strict tone.

"Sorry Blue, I'm just- Anxious. Really, really anxious," Blue smiles gently.

"I know, that's why I'm helping you! Now, what would you really say?" You take a deep breath and begin to speak from the bottom of your heart.

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"Here we have a wild Nox in the wild, sitting in the comfy seat while drinking coffee and reading a book. Majestic," You mutter to yourself, watching Nox from the stairs like a weirdo.

"What the hell are you doing?" Red asks bewildered, making you physically jump.

"Dude! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You whisper shout, Red raises a bone brow.

"Are you two done?" Nox asks annoyed, looking at you both with narrowed eye sockets. Red rolls his eyelights and walks back to his room while you froze like a deer in headlights. Nox huffs and returns to his book and you sigh in relief, oh thank stars he didn't hear you making an imaginary documentary.

Little did you know, Nox heard everything and was trying very hard to keep his composure. (He's trying not to laugh, he's also grateful you think he's "Majestic,") You quickly run to your room before you make yourself look like a fool. Again.

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Blue had come up with a way for you to confess to Nox. Mistletoe on a stick. There's just one flaw with that. It's March.

Blue insisted that it would work, but only if you wanted to try it. Fuck it, what have you got to loose?

So here you were, standing in the park exactly where Blue had told you to stand waiting for the skeleton in Black to show up. Lo and behold, the snarky skeleton approached, grumbling about something, probably Blue.

“What are you doing here?” Nox asks confused and annoyed, you take a deep breath.

“Uh, Blue asked me to meet him here?” Nox raises a brow and crosses his arms.

“Odd, he asked me the same thing, though I could be doing something more productive like reading,” Oh my god, it was actually working?! Hiding in the bushes, Blue heaves a stick over the two’s heads. You begin to panic, knowing this probably wouldn’t turn out well. Nox tilts his head to look at the mistletoe stick and a sly smirk slowly stretched across his face.

“Well, this is a surprise,” He tilts his head to look you in the eye.

“If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask," You became flustered VERY quickly, Nox chuckling in amusement and offering a hand.

“Would you let this ‘majestic’ skeleton take you out on a date?” Y/N.Exe has stopped responding, OH GOD HE DID HEAR IT. With your face burning you gently take his hand. He chuckles and starts to lead you to his favorite coffee shop while you were still processing what was happening.

Meanwhile Blue stood in the bushes absolutely bewildered, he looked at the mistletoe stick and back at the couple.

“Holy crap, that actually worked?!”

#BHC #Bonely Hearts Club #BHC Nox #X Reader #Nox X Reader #Swapfell #Swapfell Sans #Swapfell Sans X Reader #90 Follower Special!

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littletrash1027 · 3 years

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Arthur just laid on the floor in silence, still processing the rush of adrenaline and the revelation of who that ghost was...or is. He had searched for him for so long, many sleepless nights, only to find out that he had been dead...and alone. It felt as if neither of them could recognize each other until now. When Lewis noticed the change in that picture, Arthur noticed dark tears dripping from his face, and fell on his knees. It was unexpected, to say the least.

“How..How could I...?” Lewis spoke in whisper, barely audible and soft spoken. Lewis stared a little more into nothing, then lifted his head up slightly. “You...you really didn’t know?” Lewis spoke, with geniune confusion in his tone. Arthur’s eyes went wide, feeling as though he was missing something important. He thought back to that night he...lost his arm, and the last night he remembered anything about Lewis. Arthur tried to remember anything specific about Lewis, but nothing came up, other than the tense feeling of remembrance. Lewis turned his head to face Arthur, his face stained with a dark black liquid. For the first time, it felt as though Lewis was back to himself, no anger or hatred. Just him. “You don’t remember anything about...the cave? Me? How you...” Lewis trailed off, waiting for Arthur to answer. The only reply to that, was Arthur shaking his head slowly, with a look of uncertainty. “...Oh god...” Lewis’ light eyes widened, everything crashing down all at once. He had almost killed his best friend, for something he didn’t do. The pieces were connecting, although Lewis was afraid of it all. Arthur’s missing arm, no signs of him differentiating Lewis from another ghost, what he whispered before... Lewis closed his heart, tears overflowing from his eyes. He hid his face in his hands, quiet pants from the flood of emotions escaping him. Arthur watched, surprised at this sudden vulnerabilty, but suddenly felt his body move from instinct. He had never seen Lewis cry a lot, but this moment caused him to take action, regardless of consequence. Arthur walked slowly up to Lewis, his left arm reaching out to offer comfort, and Arthur caught a glimsp of a light pink glow peering from covered eyesockets. Suddenly, Arthur was wrapped into a tight hug and felt his body jump. He expected that Lewis would turn away or something else, but he figured he wouldn’t take this for granted. Arthur returned the hug, letting his friend know that he was here, he was really here. “I-..I’ve missed you guys so much!” Lewis said through quiet sobs. Arthur smiled, a geniune smile, and felt tears of his own start to form. “Me too.” Arthur said softly. He felt all of his struggles, all of the crap he put himself through, had finally been worth it. He found him.

Finally got myself to draw some relevant scenes (I just want to draw so much scenes from different times just hffrhfr) and HOLY CRAP THIS TOOK A WHILE TO FINISH. BUT I LIKE THE RESULTS C:< I finally got to draw the golden boy and frikc i reminded myself how much this scene hurts. Also, hope y’all don’t mind the narrative stuff. I just like interpreting certain scenes and such with writing lately!

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #msa #lewis pepper #mystery skulls lewis #msa lewis #arthur kingsmen #mystery skulls arthur #msa arthur #mystery skulls the future #msa the future #digital art #art #scene redraw

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satan-ruler-of-hells · 3 years

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The Only Exception (2)

Holy crap yall I did it!!!! Part 2 is here finally and finished. A huge huge thanks to Pies and Noodles whom without this would still be stuck in drafts somewhere probably never to be completed. You guys are the absolute best!

Tagging: @pies-writes-and-more @thisnoodlewritesao3 @dickbutt-queen

Part 1

At least for about a week, you should've known your luck wouldn't hold out as when you got back to your dorm, Ushijima was waiting for you.

You slowed to a stop a few feet away from him, " Did we have a study session? I'm sorry we can reschedule but I'm tired and plus it's late-"

"You've been avoiding me."

He cut you off looking up at you, the look on his face stopped whatever excuse you had come up with. He looked rough, the dark circles under his eyes, though barely noticeable stood out like neon signs to you, probably staying up late practicing. Your throat felt tight, you gestured to the door inviting him in, as private as Ushijima was you knew this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have in the hallway. The silence that filled the small room was deafening and for once you had no idea what to say.

"Did I do something wrong?" You don't think you've ever heard him sound so soft, so unsure of himself and your chest tightened painfully. You resisted the urge to go over and hug him, deciding instead to wrap your arms around yourself, attempting to hold both you, and your emotions, together.

"No, Ushijima you did nothing wrong I've just been busy-"

"Don't lie to me please. You've been avoiding me and I'd like to know why."

"I've been studying."

"No. "

"Cheerleading practice has left me exhausted."

"No."

"Filling out college applications is very time consuming."

"No. "

"What do you want me to say!?" Even you could hear the desperation in your voice and tears filled your eyes. You looked at the floor biting your lip to keep from sobbing. His hands gently grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes up to meet his and it felt like he was looking straight through you to your soul.

"Just tell me the truth. That's all."

You stepped back wiping your face of the few tears that managed to escape.

"Fine, you want the truth? How about every time I see you my stomach starts doing cartwheels and my heart feels like it might beat out of its chest. I'm almost entirely convinced that I've never felt more safe than when your arms are wrapped around me and the sound of your voice is the most calming thing I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. I can’t sleep at night unless I've heard from you and my dreams are filled with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and it terrifies me.” The last part comes out as a whisper and you’re unable to keep the tears from free falling, you're not sure how it happens but you end up pressed into Ushijima’s chest sobbing. He doesn’t say anything, just hugs you tight rubbing soothing circles into your back.

You stay that way until the tears stop falling and then some.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is completely strained and though you know you should, because his shirt is soaked and a million other reasons, step away you can’t bring yourself to move, not yet.

“What for? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You could practically see the burrow in his brow and the genuine confusion in his voice almost made you smile. Ushijima Wakatoshi, reliable and unwavering, even when everything around him changes, he stays the same. He pulled back wiping your face with a gentleness you’d never seen from him and looked into your eyes, like he was looking for something.

“I love you, I want you to know that, despite what may or may not happen you deserve to know. I know you’re scared, and I would never ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But think about it, please?” You don’t recall ever hearing Ushijima saying that much at one time and it left you speechless but you hesitantly nodded your agreement. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead hugging you once more before leaving, the door shutting behind him with a soft click.

You don’t remember falling asleep but the next morning your head was pounding and there was an increasingly familiar ache in your chest. You'd never been more thankful for a Saturday in your life because you had plans of never leaving this room again, much less your bed. It felt like you had been hit by a train, or maybe caught one of Ushijimas spikes to the chest. Just thinking about him sent a new wave of pain through your entire body and you kept replaying his words to you last night in your head. He’d said the word so casually, like it was easy. One of your favorite things about Ushi was that he didn’t sugarcoat anything and has never lied to you. Your heart knew this, your head was not as easily persuaded.

A knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts, you contemplated getting out of bed or just pretending you were still asleep ultimately deciding on the former. Opening the door you couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at your lips, seeing a still sleepy Tendou with a bag full of both of your favorite snacks and Shonen Jump. You almost immediately launched yourself at him wrapping your whole body around him, he caught you easily and hugged you just as tight.

“You’re an idiot you do know that right?” his voice was muffled but you knew he was smiling.

“I missed you too Satori.” and you truly had. The hole that was left from not being around your best friend was bigger than you anticipated, like you’d lost a limb. Having him here you almost felt whole, if not for the gaping hole in your chest. He walked the both of you inside, shutting the door behind him, you weren’t ready to let go of him quite yet, setting everything down on your desk to embrace you fully.

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there before you finally let him put you down and you just talked about any and everything you’d missed in your period of self isolation. You were grateful that he avoided talking about Ushijima or anything relating to him, you were almost able to completely ignore the ache in your chest. You’d nearly forgotten just how much Tendou’s mere presence helped calm you, as wild as he was he was still a crucial part to you maintaining your sanity.

The sun had been down for hours, the light of the full moon filled your room before Tendou finally decided to bring up the elephant in the room.

“Am I allowed to ask what happened or are you gonna go back to avoiding me and anything that has to do with feelings?” He said it with a grin, you shot him a look and nudged his shoulder playfully.

“I said I was sorry.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m ready to let you off easy, I missed having you and your emotionally constipated self around. Plus it’s boring being the only crazy one.” You shared a laugh rolling your eyes, his face turning slightly more serious and you could see the concern in his eyes. So you told him everything, from your childhood (something Tendou had only heard bits and pieces of himself) the night you’d told Ushijima all the way up to his confession last night. You didn’t realize you’d started crying again until Tendou wiped them away and passed you the tissues.

“I know he wouldn’t lie to me, Ushijima doesn’t lie or sugarcoat or hold back. I’m just scared.” You sniffled, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone Tendou and I don’t want to ruin anything. I can’t imagine him not being in my life, it’s like he’s always been there and when he’s not around it hurts.”

“Yeah sweetheart that’s what happens when you fall in love with someone.” he brushed a piece of hair out of your face,” Plus look at it this way, it’s not like he’s asking you to marry him ok? Talk to him, tell him everything and just see where it goes. The only way you could lose him is by shutting him out. Ushijima, the man who literally never speaks, told you he loved you. That doesn’t sound like somebody who’s in a hurry to let you go.”

Tendou changed the course of the conversation soon after, but his words still played over in your head well after he had fallen asleep. You covered him with a blanket quietly picking up all the discarded food wrappers and trash from around your bed before squishing yourself next to him in the bed. You’d forgotten in the past few weeks just how big Tendou really was despite his lanky frame, but his height more than made up for it. Still you slept more soundly that night than you had in weeks, comforted by the fact that whatever happened you’d always have the privilege of being loved by Tendou Satori.

It was nearly two weeks later before you found yourself pacing anxiously outside the gym one night, long after practice had ended. With Nationals coming up you knew this would be the best place to find Ushijima, for as long as you’d known him he always put in even more extra practice in this time of year.

Wrapped up in your own thoughts and anxieties, you failed to realize the sounds of a volleyball connecting with the floor had silenced completely and Ushijima was leaning against the door to the gym. Hearing him clear his throat you stopped dead in your tracks, face flushing a bright crimson as you turned to face him.

“Hi.” You said sheepishly, Ushijima raised an eyebrow motioning for you to come inside. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced and for the first time in two weeks the ache in your chest receded. Despite the fact you’d rehearsed this conversation in your head a million times, something about him always made you lose your focus, his scent, his presence, everything about him. His eyes met yours and it was like Ushijima stole the breath out of your lungs, this beautiful, perfect man loved you. How did you ever get so lucky?

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I didn’t know what to say for a while. Then when I did figure it out, I didn’t know how to actually say it. If I’m being completely honest I still don’t, but I want to try.” You swallowed thickly but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Ushijima looked at you with no expectations, no delusions, he just saw you. For everything that you were, the pretty and the ugly, he had seen it all and he was still looking at you like you single handedly put the stars in the sky. (Or like you’d invented volleyball, in your defense you’ve never seen the man look at anything like this before.) For the first time in your life you felt seen, not only that but you, for the first time in your life wanted to believe that happy endings could exist.

It was like he knew you were struggling, then again didn’t he always? Because he smiled that smile that never failed to cause the butterflies in your stomach to make a fuss, like he was encouraging you to continue. With that smile you’d walk through fire for him if it would make it last even a second longer.

“I want to see where this goes, because to be honest I don’t know how much longer I can keep lying to myself about how I feel. I want to be around you all the time and when you’re not there it’s like a piece of me is missing. That terrifies me and excites me but for you I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall for someone but you make me want to jump. Before you it was easy to keep a comfortable distance, keep people at arms length, and that I was ok being alone because it wasn’t worth hitting the ground. I can’t let go of what we have here, whatever it is, because I don’t ever want to lose you.”

You looked away for the first time since you started speaking to him, the next part coming out as nothing but a whisper, “I hope you’ll catch me, because I think I might be in love with you.”

Ushijima must’ve heard you, next thing you knew he had you wrapped up in his arms hugging you close.

“I’ll never let you hit the ground.”

His voice so close to your ear sent tingles down your spine, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on yours. You still didn’t know if you believed in happy endings but at this moment, you were willing to start.

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #ushijima #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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