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pinkfey · 2 years

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9 or 47 for your current fave?

47. crave + audra wiseman.

setting: post-mind blind. audra/kent-centric. the second half of an incomplete fic which was literally just a few thousand words about window shopping.

Audra came to a lazy halt in front of a store window, pursing her lips to admire the display inside. Kent noticed her absence and swung back around to stand behind her, snaking his arms around her waist. Her hands trailed up to absently stroke the back of his palm as she murmured something about how cold he is. He leaned to rest his chin on top of her head. Today her heels were not high enough for him to do so comfortably, but it wasn’t about being comfortable. The crook in his neck later would be worth it.

The simple window had a wide heart-shaped decal in its epicenter, drawing eyes towards a display case of several tiers, dozens of tiny pastel cakes in each. Each cake seemed to be fruit themed and decorated with dainty piping, fluffy frosting, and doily-patterned hearts. Of course Audra had stopped to stare. She was a walking Valentine’s Day card; how could she resist?

Kent turned to look at Annie and Cass, pressing his cheek to Audra’s hair. His beloved dogs watched him with innocent expectation, their tails wagging eagerly. In their minds, they had been out long enough for a treat. It took every inch of willpower not to give in.

The snap of a shutter brought his attention back to Audra, who had just taken a photo of the display case. Kent peeked over her shoulder as she zoomed in on the true focal point of the photo: their reflection in the heart.

Kent smiled. Corny. He pressed his lips close to her ear and his voice was soft. “Send me that one?”

Audra hummed her agreement, too distracted by her photo to bother with words. Kent wondered if she would always look at him so lovestruck or if this was simply a very very long honeymoon phase. Knowing her, he hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Audra disentangled his arms from her but took one of his hands in her own, interlocking their fingers as she twisted to face him, that mischievous glint in her eye. Uh oh.

She looked at him.

He raised a brow.

She looked at him more.

He leveled his gaze to the bakery window, then back to Audra, who was fighting a losing battle against her own smile. He let out a breath. “Would you like a cake?”

“Maaaaaaaybe…” Audra twirled a curly lock of hair, but seeing that this wasn’t working, she switched tactics. She quickly composed herself before widening her eyes and drawing her brows together. “Please? Double please, my beautiful boyfriend? Triple please, my sickeningly sweet cinnamon toaster strudel? Quadruple pretty please with a button on top?”

“You know I have two dogs, right?” He tried to sound neutral but the smile curling the corners of his lips betrayed him. “Puppy eyes won’t work.”

Audra broke out in that winning grin of hers, biting her lip in what Kent thought was the poorest attempt to conceal her glee. Her gap tooth even made an appearance. Cute.

Kent gave in. He released her hand and handed her Cass’ leash. He dug around for his wallet as he headed for the door. “What flavor?”

“Surprise me.”

“Not coming with?”

“No, no, I have to make everyone on Instagram super extra jealous of my boyfriend with this photo. Besides, it’s just a craving.” Audra said her next words as if she were a paragon of innocence, her golden hair a halo to prove it. “You know how to satisfy me, don’t you?”

Dear god…

Kent stared at her just a second too long, then let out a single scoff of a laugh. “Audra Wiseman…” he muttered.

She shot him a knowing smile before he turned around. He’d get back at her. Later.

A bell above the door let out a soft ding! as Kent stepped inside and warm flushed his icy skin. The bakery was small and quaint—black and white tiled floors, metal chairs with wiry heart-shaped backs, French moulding accompanied by soft blue accents; exactly the kind of place Audra would regret not entering. Kent decided it was a decent spot to take her on another day.

Approaching the counter, his senses were flooded by the smell of… Chocolate? Batter? Whatever it was, it was sweet, sugary, and exactly what Audra wanted.

The lady behind the counter, after hearing Kent’s plight, was kind enough to set out a selection of three small cakes for him to choose from. Each were heart-shaped and about four inches in length. The first was powdery and lemon-themed, the second was pink with a dollop of icing lobbed on top, and Kent quickly decided that neither of them were good enough when saw the third: a rich red, chocolate inside, with delicate white frosting lacing the heart shape. Perfect.

When Kent returned to Audra boxed cake in hand, he found her bent down towards Annie and Cass, cooing, kissing, and making various other embarrassingly adorable noises. Yet she stood up straight without any shame and grinned.

“Whatcha get?” she asked, brimming with excitement.

Kent handed her the box without pomp, which she giddily traded her purse for. Kent readjusted the strap as she greedily dug in, letting out a soft gasp at its contents.

“Kent, it’s so pretty,” she marveled. “Thank you so much, I…”

Kent was basking in the small kernel of pride at finding something she liked—until she looked up at him with utter sorrow. “Oh no. I can’t eat it. Oh my god.”

Kent froze, suppressed the tiniest bit of panic that he may have done something wrong. “Uh—“

“They didn’t give me a fork.”

Kent stopped short—first shocked, then relieved. Audra said this with the kind of devastation one has upon hearing their loved one just died. She looked down at the cake with a pout, almost as if she was about to cry. “This hurts,” she said with deadpan finality. “I’m suing.”

Kent closed the cake box and covered her hands with his own. “It’s the end of the world.” He rubbed her thumb with his own. “Home, then?”

Audra groaned as they began walking back. Annie and Cass trotted along ahead of them, oblivious to her woe. “Can’t I be charmingly theatrical for a few more minutes?”

He smirked. “You’re asking this time?”

She hissed. “Ouch, Zarneki! Keep it up and I might think you want me.”

Kent turned to walk backwards and face her. He gave her a look, a suggestive smile, a tilt of the head, then turned back around.

Audra scoffed. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute, you know.”

He knew.

At home, Audra sat curled on the couch and took careful, savory bites of her cake as she watched another atrocious episode of Love Island. Kent let her choose what to watch, of course, as he always did, while he himself deigned to read a book detailing the history a Roman statesman—a gift from Audra bought straight from his wishlist. He with his head against her lap, one hand on his book, the other pressed between her thigh and the couch; Audra’s duty was to keep him warm. For every three bites of cake, Audra fed him one.

A few minutes in, Audra peered over at his page. “Cicero? Like from Skyrim?”

Kent blinked. “No…” he said slowly. “Marcus Tullius Cicero. From, uh, history.”

Audra nodded sagely. “Like General Tullius. Also from Skyrim.”

Kent pulled his hand out from under her thigh and sat up straight, staring at her incredulously as she took another happy bite. The greatest thing about Audra Wiseman was her confidence, rivaled only by her humor. She was straightforward, never confused him, shouldered the hard parts of socializing so he could breathe. She was his favorite person, she never ceased to amaze…

And she just said the worst series of sentences he’d ever heard.

Audra glanced over. “Something wrong?”

“Audra.” Kent wiped frosting from her mouth with his thumb and brought it to his lips. “Never leave.”

#OUGH i wish i could post the first part but it’s incomplete and way too long :’(#tysm sophieeee it’s not my best but i had fun with this :DD #this was also going to end much MUCH hornier but. y’know 😳🫣#letters #shadowglens #writing*#mind blind #ch: audra wiseman #x: and we’ll be wedded in bali

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number-1-crush · 1 year

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i want date girl

#this is not new. this is not suprising #but she’s so PRETTYYYY #i keep having like little daydream scenarios. i cannot help it she’s so cute #i want to. kiss her on the cheek. and watch her blush. and probably also blush myself #she’s like so. so so so pretty. and it’s not fair #we do not know each other well enough for me to be like ‘hey uhhhh i’m interested in you’ so i need to at least hit friendship status first #but. AUGH she’s adorable. she has the sweetest voice and a cute laugh and. ough #not fair. actually unfair #she kinda stared at me a little bit during her presentation today (group projects :p)#and like. it may have just been bc we were a small audience and she was nervous #so she was focusing on one person to avoid y’know. crowd stuff #but either way. she was like. Looking At Me. i got so flustered #she’s too PRETTY it’s not FAIR #do you know how crazy it is to have a pretty girl look at you somewhat regularly. what . what the fuck #GOD i need to get over my nerves and try to actually like. hold a conversation. ue ue ue it’s so scary #OH BTW she knows i’m trans now #mentioned it in a big class conversation (so fucking smart of me) and she gave a big knowing nod #so either she’s an ally or i need to maybe stop using she/her

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gumidols · 2 years

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Seeing my mutuals talking about their internet related non humaneness is making me think about my weird relationship with the word robotic lol

#like!! it feel right but also wrong??#it’s like. ough #like it feels semi right?? but I wish there was another word y’know #robot nonhuman just?? doesn’t FEEL right bits it’s very close #it’s on the tip of my TOUNGE but I just can’t grasp it </33 happy for my nonhuman mutuals tho you guys have fun!! /gen #maybe I just don’t like how people use the word robot…hm #my(s) posts #nonhuman tag

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punkitt-is-here · 7 months

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Hey instead of being a weirdo and applying characteristics to you I couldn’t possibly know without knowing you personally, here’s an ask!

Do you have any niche knowledge that contradicts the popular perception of a thing that you’re a little proud of? Like “It’s only Champagne if it comes from the Champagne region of France,” type stuff?

I have a ton of those, and there’s a certain guilty joy in being smug about it, y’know?

OUGH lemme think............................i cant think of anything but i always think its funny when people are like finding skips in games or find a move is broken and theyre like "oh the developer NEVER intended THIS lol >:)" but i know that developers (including me) find weird janky shit and skips and stuff like that all the time and go "that'll be neat for people to find" and leave em in because its bother easier than fixing it and also fun for everyone involved

#feybeasts #my posts #asks #:)

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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year

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I have an Eddie comfort HC that's kinda self indulgent but what's new.

So I work with kids (like toddlers). And sometimes, when I get home, I need to just sit in a dark, quiet room for a bit. I feel like Eddie would understand, but still struggle cause he's missed you allllll day, and now you wanna be alone?? So he'd promise to sit very quietly if you let him in the room with you.

ough i resonate with this ✊😞 i absolutely love this idea!!

the moment you come in from a long day at work, eddie can tell something is a little off. he sees the heaviness in your eyes as your smile fails to reach them, and it drops completely as you turn away from him to step out of your shoes and outerwear.

when you turn back around he’s moved in closer but keeps a bit of distance still, knows it can overwhelm you to be crowded right after you get home — but you see the hint of eagerness in him, he’s giddy and excited to have you home but trying to keep it low-key.

“hey! how- how was your day? do— um, do you need help with anything?”

you smile quick, soft, and shake your head, “i’m good, babe, thank you. it was alright today.” you cup his cheek and guide him in to kiss the other, and he pinks slightly with your touch. he missed you so much.

“y-you sure?” it’s gentle, softly insistent, he bounces a little on his heel and fiddles his fingers. he wants to make whatever’s wrong better but still, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

you sigh softly and run fingers through your hair, “really, eds — i’m alright. i just, uh… i’m just gonna, sit for a bit in our room. i think i just need to, like… decompress, y’know? the kids were just so rowdy today and-”

“you had that headache this morning…”

“yeah,” you breathe out with another sigh. you offer a weak smile and pat his cheek. “just hang out out here for a bit, okay? i won’t take long.”

you start to head down the hallway, and aside from the light steps behind you giving him away you definitely sense the presence following in your shadow. you pause and so does he. your turn your head and your raised eyebrow is your question mark, to which eddie stutters slightly.

“i-i uh, i just—“ he’s worried for you. you know, you understand; but you just needed some time in the quiet dark alone to recharge.

“babe? i’m okay. really. you don’t need to worry.” to this he nods, stays in place as you continue towards the room. and then just as you’re heading inside,

“can-can i sit with you..? i won’t make a sound, i promise, i just, i really… i really, uh… i really missed you.”

you turn back to look at him, his words and the puppy dog look he’s giving you makes your heart thump hard for a few beats, warms your chest and makes you breathe out softly before smiling. you hold your hand out and eddie nearly trips over his feet with a massive cheesy grin as he skips up to take it.

“i missed you, too, eds.”

inside your room, eddie does just as he promised and parks himself on the floor in the corner, quiet while you change into something loose and comfortable. he watches you all the while in his silence, and even without speaking you can practically feel the love radiating from him like a furnace.

even though you’d intended to decompress alone, his presence was comforting and easy, and the simple fact that he so desperately just wanted to be in the same room as you — that he missed you that much — could’ve made you cry right there.

with the lights off and room quiet, feeling more comfortable in your home clothes, you were starting to feel less tense. every time you glanced over to eddie his whole demeanor lit up even though he was already smiling and looking right back at you, just sitting cross-legged on the floor making sure you were alright.

you crawl up onto the bed and lay yourself down with a huff, groaning softly as it’s almost aching to let your tense muscles relax, satisfying nonetheless to finally be able to just, lie there. not have to worry about the screaming, crying, banging, all the noise of your day. your ears ring with the quiet, but it slowly dies away; your senses calming.

for a while you just lay, eddie just sits, and you find yourself glad he’d been so insistent, as his presence is just as calming as the quiet and the low light.

“…hey ed?”

“yeah?” immediate response, and you can’t help the smile.

“i love you. a lot.”

a pause this time. you can hear him shift excitedly, practically feel the beam of his smile, “i love you too.”

“…wanna come lay by me?”

no vocal response this time, instead it comes in the form of weight shifting on the mattress as eddie carefully crawls in and stretches out beside you.

you slide your hand out, and you feel his fingers lace in with yours.

#thank you thank you k for the ask i loved this idea!!!!!!#i hope this is okay and you enjoy!!!!!#eddie is a PUPPYYY 🥺🥺🥺🥺😫😫😫#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #mine

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goldensunset · 2 days

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oh word?

#guess it was about time #but now i feel old. ough oufh ouuauughgh #the switch is still like. brand new to me #there’s still so much more planned for it…#but y’know that’s just how the market goes #it has been a hot second #i really think they were onto something with the idea behind this console #i hope its successor does something similar but like #with better battery life better performance and better controllers lol #really good start. just needs things to be upped a bit #peach rambles

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marina41trench · 2 months

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Nikaidou Yamato - 16PRODUCERS RabbiChat

Tamaki: Iorin come to Yama-san’s rooooom

Tamaki: Hurryyyy

Tamaki: I

Tamaki: o

Tamaki: riiiiiiin

Iori: How vexing.

Iori: Or rather, there is still time.

Have you done your homework?

Tamaki: (king pudding emoji) (cat emoji) (rabbit emoji)

Iori: Please do not dodge my question with such emoji.

Tamaki: Geeeeez Yama-san you should get him here too!

Yamato: Ichi

Yamato: The room’s tidier than before and I’ve prepared zabuton[1]. Will you come here?

Iori: Somehow, the way you invite sounds repulsive?

Yamato: No way?!

Tamaki: The way you invite sounds like an old man

Yamato: I’m the lead today, right…?

Iori: Anyway, I’ll be on my way.

Tamaki:

Tsumugi: Thank you for your work!

I was wondering when I’ll get a notification, but everyone’s already assembled…!

Yamato: Great work, Manager

The three of us have gathered in my room just now

Yamato: Tama laid out lots of sweets and juice

Iori: It’s like a field trip

Tsumugi: I can imagine it! (laugh)

What kind of sweets did you prepare?

Tamaki: Shredded and dried squid[2], crackers, jerky, choco, potato chips, gummies, marshmallow, cookie

Yamato: I’m thankful for the first half of the list

Iori: It is getting late, so let us start

Tsumugi: I agree…!

So, let me explain the aim of this project once again.

Tsumugi: Our discussion will be done via RabbiChat as there were expectations from the other party to see everyone acting naturally, as if having a conversation over a dining table together as opposed to a meeting place.

Tsumugi: I hope I could hear the thoughts of the producing group and the one being produced!

Tamaki: First of all, Yama-san was really happy about it!

Yamato: Ough…

Iori: Or rather, he was very festive.

He had an eccentric mood when he sent a message earlier.

Yamato: I feel really embarrassed now.

Tsumugi: I’m happy to hear Yamato-san’s inside story! (laugh)

What did you feel when you learned that Iori-san and Tamaki-san will be your producers? Yamato: Well… as said earlier, I was happy!

Yamato: I’m sure everyone already knows this, but I’ve always wanted a comfortable place to live, and the people around me have provided that.

Yamato: But Ichi can see through what I’m thinking and knows I have a pathetic side.

I’ve looked forward to seeing how he’ll get through me.

Yamato: Tama is the same too. He suggests things no one has thought of. He can get to the bottom of things.

Yamato: So, they know how to bring out a side of me I’m not even aware of.

Tamaki: Fufun!!!!

Iori: Fufu.

Yamato: Can you two not eat chocolate while looking so proud (laugh)

It’s going to get stuck in your mouth (laugh)

Tsumugi: It’s kind of making me moved to tears…!

Tsumugi: You’re still close to them despite having the largest age difference, how did you produce him and come up with the song?

Iori: To be honest, we had a dispute over it.

Tamaki: Yea.

Yamato: W-wait. I didn’t know that…

Iori: It wasn’t an argument, but more of a constructive discussion on how enchanting you should be with regards to this project.

So our direction in production is divided.

Tsumugi: I want to hear the details of your divided perspective!

Iori: Nikaidou-san is really good at making alluring expressions by impulse.

For the fans, it stirs up their imagination of his sharp gaze towards them.

Iori: At first I suggested a mature-ish ballad song because it fits best to express his characteristic carefree singing voice.

Tamaki: I suddenly thought that the song is going to be the one where his body movements shine with dancing!

Tamaki: I don’t know what allure is like but Yama-san is really good at making expressions, y’know

So if the focus is matching it with the song and then dance, I’m thinking if the fans would be happy

Yamato: No way, hearing those makes me feel more embarrassed though?!

Tamaki: That’s hilarious

Since we couldn’t decide, me and Iorin wrote in a notebook on what kind of a person Yama-san is during lunch break 👍

Iori: We went back to the drawing board, and listed the things of our image of Nikaidou-san

Iori: 1. He’s very approachable

2. He rarely reveals his true feelings

3. A shy person

Tamaki: Even though he’s trying to look good by treating us to ramen, he spoils us very much.

Yamato: Aaaaaaahhhh this dried squid is really goooood where did it come from?

Did Tama buy this for meeeeeeeee?

Iori: Well, in short, Nikaidou-san might call himself “onii-san”, but in reality he’s like this, right?

Yamato: Don’t say it like that!

Tamaki: Yeah

Even though I really like Yama-san to be like this, you keep that side of you hidden from the public, right?

So me and Iorin decided that the lyrics should be about being okay with being your natural attitude? more.

Iori: And we decided that the melody and the lyrics are like untying a thread one by one.

Iori: So this is like our message to Nikaidou-san.

Yamato: Ahh, I see. So it’s like that.

Yamato: To be honest, since I’m the oldest in IDOLiSH7, I thought that I’d do the first one Ichi said.

Yamato: Somehow, I was surprised at first that the lyrics felt like it’s a message

Yamato: I seeee

It’s a message for me

Tsumugi: It’s a new form of producing…

I’ve read the lyrics again, and it almost made me shed a tear…

Yamato: I know right

Tamaki: Yama-san’s looking away

Iori: You’re hiding something.

Yamato: Hey Tsumugi-san, please move on to the next topic…

Tsumugi: Yes…! ><

Tsumugi: For the artist picture, Yamato-san’s smile under the blue sky and the clear weather is striking!

How did the photography go?

Tamaki: The theme is “A Special in Ordinary Day” as Yama-san thinks of us in a meaningful way!

Me and Iorin were looking for a good location to do it when we go home from school and during day-off

Iori: Yes. We narrowed down our search on our usual path and found a studio that lets us film on the rooftop.

Yamato: Yeah, and it’s near our office

Yamato: I was surprised that there’s such an open space within the city

Even though it’s surrounded by buildings, we could see the vast sky above us. It really felt so special.

Yamato: Tama is the one who definitely suggested using a water gun, right? (lol)

Tamaki: You’re correct!

You guessed it right, Yama-san

Iori: If you relay the meaning of the title, “Transparent”, the water is portrayed in it as well.

And then using a water gun, is something only Yotsuba-san can suggest.

Tamaki: You can praise me more

Yamato: Good job Tama, you can give an idea no one else can!

Tamaki:

Iori: It was pretty difficult to angle the camera that it shows the water

Tamaki: Yeah I think I’m good with water gun for a while

Iori: Moreover, I believe that there’s a small chance to use it.

Yamato: Anyway, the artist picture is a result of the two doing their very best!

Tsumugi: Thank you for the lovely episode!

The outfit having a wavy silhouette is wonderful!

Yamato: Its simpleness is something I really like~.

Either way it could pass as a casual outfit

Iori: Nikaidou-san’s charm is going to stand out even if an almost plain outfit blends in daily life.

Tamaki: And his dance is smooth and the way he moves his flexible fingers is pretty so we requested the outfit to show it by having the sleeve flutter when he dances ✌

Yamato: You’ve been really thinking about me…

Tamaki: Your face is as red as a jerky. Hilarious

Yamato: Don’t compare me to a jerky (lol)

Iori: Yotsuba-san’s food scraps is being cleaned by Musashi right now

This looks convenient.

Tamaki: Recently when I borrowed it to clean my room one time, it stopped moving because it sucked some books

I apologized to it

Yamato: Musashi, you did something ridiculous…

Tsumugi: Thank you for the warm talk! (laugh)

Lastly, please give a word to your fans!

Iori: Well, I’ll start first.

Iori: Nikaidou-san does a great work in dramas and movies while supporting his fellow members, but he’s also truly timid, easy to feel lonely, and has an uncool side.

Iori: Considering that, we wanted to tell that he’s our cool leader, so this is how we produced him.

This is a song where it's not Nikaidou-san-like, but actually it’s very like him. Please listen to it a lot.

Tamaki: Yama-san has a lot of faces, in a good way!

But we really love all of it!

Tamaki: I hope everyone will love Yama-san singing this kind of song even more!

Yamato: Umm… I might not be able to finish this smoothly

Yamato: I’ve received words from Ichi and Tama where they still love me even at my lowest.

I feels really like a miracle that I get to meet such people who’d say that

Yamato: A long time ago, I was scared of being hurt so I made a wall and had a habit of giving up instantly.

I’m sure everyone experienced that before

Yamato: But, it’s fine. I’m sure there’s someone who’ll show up like the messages in this song.

For now it’s okay to think that guy is me

Yamato: Thank you for always supporting me.

Hopefully we meet again, you with those relaxed shoulders and natural smile.

Tamaki: You showed off on the last one

Iori: You really did.

Yamato: That’s fine!!

Let me be a sly charming onii-san!!

Tsumugi: Thank you for your time, everyone…!

I’m sure this conversation will receive a lot of response, I look forward to the day it’ll be open to the public!

Tamaki: Yama-san really loves us

Should we take a picture?

There’s nothing in this room

Iori: Good idea. Let’s put a lot of good memories in this room.

Yamato: Ohh, put anything you want here

Iori: Well then, let us put a picture of Nikaidou-san wearing an Usamimi Parka first.

Manager, please prepare the picture.

Tsumugi: Leave it to me!!! 💪

Yamato: Why!!!!

[1] zabuton is a rectangular shaped cushion used for sitting or kneeling

[2] shredded and dried squid, or sakiika, is a snack

#idolish7 #i7 #rabbichat #rabbitchat #nikaidou yamato #yamato nikaido #nikaido yamato #yamato nikaidou #16producers #english translation #translation

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 2 months

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rainflower chapter 2

ough...eepy....

the trouble trio get established

ao3 link; x

Wild let out an annoyed little sigh, walking along the path with the rest of the group.

Flower was off in front, having come out of their shell the past few hours and excitedly talking to Four and Wind about…whatever it is that kids talk about. It’s nice to see the kid being expressive—the last few hours, since Wild found them, they’d been shy, mostly hiding in Wild and trying to avoid others. It’s nice that they’re trying now.

“I need to get them a weapon,”Wild groaned, annoyed at the realisation. “I don’t even think they know how to use one,”That’s going to be a problem, for sure.

“You’re bringing your kid with you?”Warriors raised a brow.

“No. I want to leave them here, but…it’s still dangerous here, y’know? I want them to be prepared so they can defend themselves without me here.”

Twilight hummed, nodding along.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Even if it’s just a wooden sword for now, hm?”

“We don’t know when the next portal will open.”Warriors hummed. “We should work on arming them as soon as possible then, hm?”

“Top priority.”Twilight agreed.

Wild nodded, still watching Flower from a distance. “How old are those two? The ones with Flower?”

“Wind’s 14,”Warriors hums out. “Not sure about Four, though. Never said. We think they’re, like, 15 or something though.”

“What bout Flower?”Twilight asks, and Wild shrugs.

“They don’t remember. They look young, though. Can’t—can’t be older than 10, with how small they are.”

The two nod along, seemingly just as worried about the child’s amnesia as Wild himself is.

“Wild!”Flower yells over, smiling brightly. “Foursey says he’s a blacksmith! That’s cool!”They giggle, then; “Do you know what a blacksmith is?”

“Uh. I know I’m their worst nightmare?”He offers. “I don’t remember what a blacksmith is either.”

“I make swords,”Four clarifies, for both of them. “And knives. I can fix them up, too. I can just, generally, make a lot of things out of metal.”

“Woahhh,”Flower stares at Four with pure awe in their eyes, and Wild watches as Four pretends not to be flattered by it.

“Here,”Four decides, pulling a knife seemingly out of nowhere. (Wild would later learn that Four has about a dozen knives on their person at all times, and that when Four says they have a trick up their sleeve, they really mean they have a knife.)

“You can keep it if you want.”They clarify, handing the small knife to Flower. It’s not too daunting like a sword would be. It’s small enough to be hidden, and sharp enough to pose a threat.

“Look, look, it’s got a flower on it!”Flower giggles happily. “I like it a lot.”

“That sorts my problem out,”Wild mumbles under his breath, then whistles. “Be careful with it, okay?”

“I will!”And then they tuck it into their sleeve as Four tells them, and runs off with the smithy again.

Well. At least the kid’s good at making friends… How could their family abandon them in that cave? It makes Wild feel sick.

“Wind is gonna have a field day with this kid,”Warriors sighs with a shake of his head. “Gonna teach them how to steal or something.”

“Oh. Handy skill,”Wild hums, chooses to ignore the looks he gets for the comment.

They walk for a while. Wild shows them around the general area, and then they have to go and find the trouble trio, as Wild has started to call them.

Flower, Four and Wind are almost inseparable. They stick close, and run off a lot. It wouldn’t be so bad if Wild didn’t know the dangers of this area.

“Okay—where could they have gone now?”Sky wheezes, catching his breath. They’ve been looking around for a while, to the point the group split up just to find the three.

“I don’t—”Wild takes a breath. “I don’t know. Flower doesn’t know the area.”

Sky sighs. He sounds disappointed, and Wild can’t blame him.

“Ready to keep going?”He asks after a while, watching Sky with concern.

“Mhm!”The chosen hero smiles bright and stands up straight.

They find the trio standing in the middle of the woods, having a very intense staring contest with a strange looking black portal. …wait. Black portal?

“What the hell is that?”Wild frowns, turning to the other.

Sky looks a little sheepish. “That…is the way we’ve been travelling between the timeline! Um…guys! Back up a little bit?”He yells, stepping closer.

Flower turns to look at them.

They’re holding Four’s hand tight, not seeming to be keen on the idea of letting go.

“Get the others,”Four states bluntly, keeping a hold of Flower’s hand. Wild can’t tell who’s being comforted by the action.

“Where’s Wolfie when you need him?”Wind complains, dramatically crossing his arms and jutting his bottom lip out into a pout. It turns into a grin when Flower laughs at the action.

“I can find the others. Sky, can you..?”

“I’ll stay with them,”Sky nods quickly and lets Wild run off.

He turns to look at the three, and lets out a sigh as he wanders closer to them. “Why’d you three run off, then?”

“We were exploring,”Four informs with a loose shrug. “We were being careful. Then we came across this and didn’t know what to do, and then you and Wild showed up.”

Wind nods along. “We were tellin Flower about our adventures, too!”

“They’re really cool,,”They mumble, leaning against Four. Four seems to welcome it. Sky thinks its sweet.

It takes Wild another long while for him to gather the others and bring them to the portal. “Sorry, that took forever.”He hums once they get back.

Flower doesn’t make a beeline for him this time. Instead; “This thingy makes me feel weird. What is it?”

“Oh…the portal? We’re not sure what it is. Or where, exactly, it goes.”

“Woah…”Flower mumbles, and stares at the portal with curiosity. Wild does not like that.

“Hey, Flower,”Wild walks closer and kneels down. “I have to go with them now, okay? Do you know the way back to Hateno?”

They look confused, and then hurt. “You’re leaving me..?” Shit. Shit, they look like they’re about to cry.

“Uhhhhh, only—only for a little while!”He panics, trying to calm the child down. “I won’t be gone for long.”

“But—”Flower sniffles. “You said you’d help me. How can you help if you’re not—if you’re not here? I dunno anyone here..”

“You know Zelda?”Wild offers. Please let this convince him.

“I don’t like her,”They mumble, quiet. “I want to stay with you.”

“It’s—It’s dangerous, Flower..” Flower deflates. Doesn’t argue it again. Wild hates it, just a bit. They look so dejected.

It seems to be them agreeing to stay, though. He pats them on the head as he stands back up.

“Follow the path, okay? It’ll take you back.”He sighs, facing the portal again. Man, this thing is creepy, but he watches Time go through it and follows.

He really, really, should have waited and went through last. And also, Four and Wind are assholes.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #the rainbows linked universe tag #linked universe #lu #lu legend #linked universe legend #lu wild #linked universe wild #rainflower au #linked universe fic #lu fic #arcangel #please reblog too!!#likes do nothing

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bizlybebo · 2 months

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Because its on my mind Im sending this as a "Ramble about it here when you get to X episode" ask. When you finish the episodes titled black, white and grey please rant about them here. They are great and I want to see your opinions

hahaha. hi endy.

the staring at the wall evolved into falling asleep and randomly waking up at 4am, still processing these episodes.

i wrote down. some of my thoughts now having experienced the full thing and got kind of carried away with um. 1.4k words of rambling :3

it’s not even all i want to say but i. ough. fuck these episodes were so good but so. auugggh.

it’s like 5am now im posting this and gonna try to go back to sleep but. holy fucking SHIT when i get you bizly.

(i don’t at all expect you to read this behemoth of a ramble!! just. need to put this somewhere as well because my brain’s still exploding after these episodes)

When season two started I thought it marked a lot of stuff for, y’know, how the show was gonna get darker. I mean, episode one, people were getting killed by a chaos demon in that prison.

I was entirely expecting all the ugly, gory bits of season two to be… external shit. Stuff that other guys, the actual antagonists, did.

But William felt pressured in Black. And suddenly it sets off this chain reaction, and suddenly one of our protagonists is no longer doing heroic things. Suddenly William is effectively torturing a guy psychologically in an attempt to save thousands more with David’s medical research.

He fell into the crux of a lot of villains: “It’s for the greater good”.

There was no going back after he stabbed Tide with the syringe. Tide, who never even had his guard up around William because despite everything, he trusted him and had immeasurable faith in his boys.

White is probably my favorite and least favorite episode, simultaneously, to ever come out of jrwi. The emotional, symbolic, and hell, even cinematic effect it has is insane.

I could fucking scream forever about Willian’s actions in White. About Vyncent’s inactions and the way he was torn about everything— about the fact that in season one, Vyncent was the “violent” one.

But Mark and Dakota fucking hit me in the heart to an insane amount.

Dakota. MOTHERFUCKING. Cole.

I said this before, but:

It’s the fact that Dakota still has optimism. He still has hope, at the very least, that Mark can change; turn over a new leaf for his kid.

“I think he should turn over a new leaf, like, with a new hero name, like— Soundwave, or something.”

He still thinks, or at least thought, that Mark can change. This was after he saw what he did to Lightspeed. He saw the worst of Mark’s actions but he still had faith and hope that there was a good person in there.

This shows so much fucking growth for Dakota’s character. The entire development of his morals, especially over season 2, is insane.

But Mark tries to kill Dakota. Several times.

He shoots at him, unleashes hundreds of bullets, and even tries to stab him. He couldn’t predict that Dakota would be incorporeal, and yeah, sure, you could say that he didn’t know Dakota forfeited his powers (and even without him he’s still significantly stronger than other kids his age). But even with his powers, Dakota would still have taken significant damage from the attacks.

Dakota and Mark’s rivalry is something I could pick apart and think about every little piece of forever.

They both have overwhelming love for Ashe, but it manifests in different ways.

Mark says it himself, “I am what I have to be.” He’s bringing home his kid by any means necessary. Ashe doesn’t have to like him, she just has to be safe and alive.

Dakota’s entire screaming match with Mark is engraved into my brain forever. It felt so real to witness, and the emotion in it was insane.

Dakota’s entire proclamation gets me. He’s so well spoken throughout despite shaking with how angry he is.

“I have been killing myself trying to train hard enough to save her.”

“If you were doing this for Ashe you wouldn’t do things that she’d hate you for.” But Mark is what he has to be.

Dakota never stands down. He keeps getting back up, and back up, and back. Up. Okehrjwjr I’m actually going to start crying thinking about this again.

When he was searching for Lightspeed and following Wavelength’s tracks, he kept asking himself: What would William do? Because he had faith in William’s decision making and investigation.

But at the very same time, William was wondering what Dakota would think about what he’s done.

And GOD don’t get me started on William and his brother.

In a sick, twisted way, I loved their dynamic. I loved what it meant for William narratively when David congratulated his work of defeating Xavier, even calling him “little brother” as a term of endearment. I was on the edge of my seat for their entire conversation in the meeting room.

David gave William his first drink, like older brothers do. William tortured a man because of his brother. David had apple juice sitting on hand because their mother told him to, just in case William ever showed up. William wanted apple juice. He killed somebody.

Cantrip’s been FUCKING me up. I couldn’t even write the word “death” after her name. It doesn’t feel real.

This can’t be the same show in which Jade was sitting on Xavier’s shoulders during mario kart, nonchalantly offering no help as he fought for his life to win like. Second place.

I mean, Jade was such a candid and real character. She was a teenager, just like the rest of the Prime Defenders, and she tried to take a turn for better things after leaving the fighting ring. She went from villainy to vigilantism, and sure, her morals were kind of skewed with how she seemed pretty okay with Alan killing the Bell Tech employees, but her motives were good, in a sense.

(“It’s all for the greater good”. It’s the same thing William was thinking, except William was directly dirtying his hands by torturing Xavier, while Cantrip was just accepting that Alan killed some people.)

I think there’s something to say for how William creates a vision of Cantrip out of smoke, distorting her into some monster, and how that’s the last time we see her image at all before learning of the fact that she’s. Gone.

The last time we see the real Jade, she’s just trying to escape. She doesn’t even talk, if I remember correctly. She just tries to get out. She gets shot in the arm but still persists.

And William ends up being the one who pulls the trigger; who injects the memory loss shit into her blood.

He’s the one who kills her, despite not knowing it at the time.

And David still masquerades as an innocent man, going as far as to relax at his apartment with him and William’s parents as though the events of the previous night never happened.

It fucks me up how the last words that Will and David exchanged before the confrontation in the apartment was:

“Don’t turn into a supervillain while I’m gone.”

“You either.”

William was starting to believe that David was a guy with awful methods, but good intentions— and William felt as though he was the same way. He saw himself becoming David, but David manipulated him into thinking that, hey, it’s awful, but at least he wouldn’t be… alone, I guess, in being a horrible person.

William and David finally saw eye to eye on the worst thing.

And David. Still. Lied.

Lied by omission.

And Jade was the one who took the fall for William’s actions. Jade, the girl who made fun of William for his crush on Vyncent. Jade, who had a sister she cared about, even if she scoffed about her love of heroes— despite the implication that their parents died because of them (likely caught in crossfire or casualties of battle). Jade, who painted her nails and placed bets on William kissing Vyncent, saying he’d be too pussy to do so. Jade, who found herself in a fucking fighting arena of all places but still found friends through it.

Jade, who was the first one to trust William with her actual name instead of Cantrip.

William, who killed her.

And. Fucking Christ.

Vyncent’s monologue at the end of episode 33 just. Fucks me up.

For the entire greyscale series, he finds himself suspended in inaction, too scared to do the right thing and too scared to stop the wrong thing.

But he finally faces it. He looks at William, certainly with fear after knowing all that he’s done, and even still, Vyncent dances around the morality of the subject. He accepts if William wants to flat-out lie to Dakota’s face about what happened at Bell Tech, though he does warn him of the significant damage it’ll do to their friendship.

And when William asks Vyncent to leave the room at the end of the episode, Vyncent finally takes a leap and becomes no longer caught by his indecision between apathy and guilt.

He looks at William, thinking he’s on the edge of something he won’t come back from, and he takes his hand, and pulls Wlliam back from the metaphorical cliff’s edge. If William does fall, then they’re falling together.

His entire proclamation, starting with “I’ve had so many opportunities to do the right thing”, fucking guts me.

God I’ve been typing for like. An hour now but the greyscale series really fucked me up holy shit.

tldr: AAAAUUUUIGGHHHHKEKGKKSKVMEMGOOCU:$)&2’ynkejvjk4&3&582$2!:$?82&;&/&(929@,@2&(&2&&?EVIL EVIL EVIL GOD IS DEADDDDJGKRMHKSKKKKLLEKCKSJGJKSICIWKFMSKGIWIIIAI&383&5&?&?@39(92@?&&/8:7;&,£,]*+\+<*]¥<**]+<+¥sfkwkfkkwjfkI HATE EVERYTHING AOUUGGGHHHHHH OUUUUUUEHEHRHRHRJKGHRHRHRRRRRRR

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#vixen rambles #vixen answers #jrwi pd #jrwi pd spoilers #jrwi spoilers #jrwi #analysis #< yeah you could say that

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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feel free to ignore this, but as a newer-to-Tumblr writer: how do you get up the nerve/energy to post writing here? I've been trying to get myself to post snippets and stuff, but the lack of engagement is really disheartening. is it just me being a small blog, or is it my writing, or do people here just hate writing in general? is it even worth it?

ough, yeah it’s… yeah.

engagement on here is difficult. I’ve talked about this plenty of times before, but on here? people just… don’t engage with writing the same way they do art. and it’s really rough, especially if you’re a new writer to tumblr.

it probably isn’t your writing at all anon, it could be a combination of things. I think writing blogs in general tend to get overlooked a lot, because nine times out of ten, people will see writing and leave a like and that’s it.

I’ll be 100% honest here, and please trust me when I say I’m not saying this to brag. I’m saying this because numbers puts things into perspective.

currently? I have 1,136 followers. that’s a relatively high number, right? so you’d think I get a lot of engagement from my writing but if I post a snippet, I average maybe 20 notes. if I try to do any kind of ask game related to my writing, I’ll be lucky if I get 5 people in my askbox. the engagement on here is horrible.

and it’s caused a rough slump for me back in september that went all the way until january. even now it still bugs me. I’ve gone days where I don’t write anything because of it.

I think a lot of people forget that writers share their fics for the community. like yes, we can write for ourselves, but we post and share for the fandom spaces we exist in.

it’s why I don’t really post snippets all too often? I get into moods where I want to write a drabble on here, but I really don’t expect anything from it honestly.

it’s almost like a game of luck??? where like — if you want your writing to get noticed you just have to hope that a bigger blog comes along and reblogs it and ugh. posting writing on here is so disheartening. and at times frustrating??

there have been so many times where I went to post something and just kinda sat there thinking to myself, “what’s the point? no one is going to interact with it.”

but I’m a very hopeful person, and often set myself up for disappointment anyways. I’m very stubborn and will continue to post things anyways! but the frustration really does come through at times.

is it worth it is a difficult question to answer I think. because that’s a very subjective answer depending on the person and yourself. to me, I think it is, but I also think it isn’t. it’s worth it to share with others, but I don’t think the frustration of the lack of engagement is worth it, y’know?

the only thing I can suggest to help even just a little is putting more focus on ao3. because from ao3 you can lead people to your tumblr and that might help with engagement on here. personally that’s what worked for me, but not every experience is universal :(

I’m giving you so many hugs anon :<

#mochi speaks #mochi advice

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