hiya you can call me ivory or moody ą«®ź° Ė¶ā¢ ą¼ ā¢Ė¶ź±į i write what i like šø
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fandoms i write for:Ā
Jojoās Bizarre Adventures (Part 1-5)Ā
Twisted Wonderland
Genshin Impact/ Honkai Star Rail
Fate Series {caught up with Fate, UBW, and Heavenās Feel) + Fate Grand OrderĀ
Thereās been a startling development with your Evol. At first, you believed it could have just been overwork that had caused your Evol to suddenly turn into something like this. At least the sounds of you clattering away on your keyboard helped you drown out the voice in your head -Ā
Should I invite her out to coffee or maybe ā¦ no, that would be too forward of me. Thereās still so much work to be done.Ā
You fight the urge to look up where Zayneās work desk is stationed. The voice in your head was undeniably his. It had started out as nothing more than whispers. And then, it turned into this. How could you even begin to comprehend why you were suddenly hearing your bossās inner thoughts?Ā
You had gotten a splitting headache last week and Zayne urged you to nap it off in his office.Ā
āNo buts,ā Zayne said firmly, āyouāre to rest and take some paracetamol when you wake up.āĀ
You tried to argue with him but he wasnāt having any of it and draped the spare blanket he kept on his couch on you. Heād even gone as far as to dim the lights in his office so you could rest more comfortably.Ā
When youād awoken, you thought you heard him talking. It was interesting listening to how his thought process on his cases worked. But his lips werenāt moving. You thought maybe you were just being delusional. But then.Ā
Sheās cute even when sheās just woken up.Ā
āHowās your headache?ā Zayne asked.Ā
āU-um, w-what?āĀ
āI told you to take the paracetamol when you woke up, didnāt I?āĀ
Maybe she isnāt as well as I thought. She could be seriously sick.Ā
He saunters over to you, breaking open the medicine and putting the pill on your hand.Ā
Her hands ā¦ have they always been this soft and warm?Ā
āDrink, youāll feel much better after taking it.āĀ
āO-okay.āĀ
That had been last week and ever since then youāve kept on hearing Zayneās thoughts. Was it because you resonated so much? But if so, d-did that mean he could hear your thoughts as well? But if he did, it didnāt seem like it affected him. Then again, Zayne was a professional and a gentleman above all else. Surely, if he heard your thoughts heād let you know. R-right? But then, that made you think of what you were doing, just keeping the fact that you could hear Zayneās thoughts in your head. You owed it to him to tell him the truth.Ā
āZayne, I need to tell you something.āĀ
āYou could just say it outright,ā he tells you, sounding calm.Ā
This doesnāt sound like anything good. Could it be her headache from last week? Was it the symptom of something worse?Ā
āI havenāt been completely honest with you. When I got sick last week, something happened.āĀ
I knew it. I should have ordered an MRI.Ā
āAre you feeling worse? Any dizziness or nausea?āĀ
Heās by your side in an instant, hands cupping your cheeks as he looks you in the eye and examines you carefully.Ā
āN-none but - but thereās something. I think itās my Evol. I - Iāve been hearing your thoughts.āĀ
āWhat?āĀ
āI can hear your thoughts, Zayne,ā you repeated shyly.Ā
āAnd how do you intend to go about proving your assertion?āĀ
āT-think something? Iāll prove it!ā
Zayneās eyes narrow but you can hear his thoughts as clear as when he was speaking to you earlier.Ā
Think of something? Now that she has me consciously considering my thoughts I - This close, she looks so guilty. It must be truly upsetting her. I shouldnāt have rushed to refute her claims.
āY-you feel bad about not believing me.ā
You can see the understanding begin to dawn on Zayne.Ā Ā
āIt must have been difficult, processing that many voices.āĀ
āAll Iāve been hearing are your thoughts, though.āĀ
āWell, it isnāt as though I have something to hide. I would have appreciated you telling me sooner.āĀ
She - did she hear my ā¦ other thoughts?Ā
Thereās a tinge of red on his cheeks now.Ā
āI know but I - I just wanted to be sure I wasnāt just hearing things that I actuallyā¦āĀ
He puts his hand on top of yours.Ā
āItās alright, weāll figure out something. Iāll schedule some appointments with the necessary departments.āĀ
I should reassure her. No, she can hear your thoughts. She can-Ā
āItās alright Zayne, Iāll try to tune your thoughts out! I - I know itās a huge invasion of privacy!āĀ
āThereās nothing to be done about it. I know you donāt mean to, anyhow. I suppose though, since my thoughts are open to you. Iāll be mindful as well.āĀ
Ever the gentleman, your Zayne. How lucky could you have been to be able to be with someone like him? As youāre thinking that though, a mental image - totally not your own pops into your head. You flush and playfully smack Zayne.Ā
He offers a mischievous half-smile.
What am I not allowed to think of something like that now?Ā
Monster fucker this, monster fucker that. What if I want a monster RELATIONSHIP huh?! Monster HAND HOLDING, monster INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS, monster COMFORTABLE SILENCE??
Is the character interaction still open? If it is then..One for Chongyun please and thank you! <33
Chongyun, yun yun, yunnie
PLEASE HELP!! I THINK THERES AN EVIL SPIRIT IN MY HOUSEā¼ļøā¼ļø
THINGS KEEP MOVING AROUND AND I KEEP HEARING SOMEONE CALLING ME BUT NO ONE DID AND MOST RECENTLY WHEN I WAS PLAYING LATE AT NIGHT WITH FRIENDS I KEPT HEARING FOOTSTEPS EVEN THOUGH NO ONES THERE!! And yes, I did check if it was just my family but nope. Everyone was asleep and in their rooms. No.one.was.there.except.me
Chongyun listens to you as you recount your ordeal patiently. At the end, he nods, "alright, just leave the exorcism to me!"
nothing tastes like the things you had (why don't you let them go?)
AN: my first contribution to the fandom hehe, pls feel free to leave like any comments or criticism since im still p new to writing for transformers hehe. anyway, i watched the bumblebee movie with my dear friend today. she likes blitzwing a lot so this little fic was inspired by how she reacted and also some goofs we had after watching the movie.
They found him in pieces.Ā
You heard it said before that Cybertronians were capable of withstanding insane amounts of damage so long as their spark could be kept intact. So when you heard that his mission had gone awry, you didnāt worry too badly. Because you knew better than anyone that your Blitzy was a tough fighter. He was a triple changer, one of the most ruthless fighters in the Decepticon ranks. And in your mind he was even unbeatable.Ā
But then theyād shown you what remained of him. Parts of him unable to be put back even by the best of the Decepticon scientists.Ā
Heād long since offlined. What was left of his spark that theyād found was still smoldering.Ā
A horrified cry leaves you at the sight of him, a scream that had given everybot in the medbay pause.Ā
Then his body was being taken away to be repurposed. There was still a war going on afterwards. You donāt remember the rest of what happened. You just have the idle capacity to realize when they left you with what remained of Blitzwingās belongings. No doubt whatever was still useful had been divvied up to be given away to mechs who could make better use of it now that the original owner was gone.Ā
The things that were left to you were probably useless to the grand scheme of the war effort. Even this little cheque theyād left to you. The shanix in Blitzwingās account had probably been repurposed in a way and theyād just left you the scraps.Ā
You blankly sift through the things left to you. You consider the cheque, it contained an absurd amount of money when it had been converted to the scraps of shanix that were left.
Everything about the Cybertronians seemed just so monstrous in comparison to your tiny human existence. The conversion of their shanix to your human currency. Their lifespan. Their size. But all of this paled in comparison to the grief that was consuming you now.Ā
You suppose you should be grateful that they were even extending this much to you - giving you his things, leaving you with some money. As far as you remembered, the Decepticons had only ever treated you like some strange pet that Blitzwing had picked up. Nothing more.Ā
You stare back down at the cheque in your hand. You werenāt going to be able to spend this all in one place.Ā
Iām increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. āThe brain rot is spreadingā ā you mean you were changed by art? āIām not normal about thisā ā you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? āIām about to be so annoyingā ā youāre going to talk about art? Youāre going to be passionate? Youāre going to think deeply about it? Youāre going to feel love for the work of someoneās soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!
Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
March 7th I would dearly like a hug from you (and maybe a kiss)
The words are scarcely out of your lips before March is already dashing over to give you a big hug. You're about to stammer something out but she's already peppering your face with a bunch of kisses.
Hey Douji-san, since you like sake so much, any opinions on other alcohols? Personally i like rum or any sweet cocktail with fruit, thoughts?
"Ah, Master-san, other kinds of alcohol is simply unthinkable for me to partake of. There is nothing as exquisite as my sake. But since it seems you are so curious, would you like to have a taste~"
