#txnichtgut

[tragedicna]

@txnichtgut  /  unprompted.

jingyuan was surprised to know they were having a new tenant. he expected a cute girlie, some older male or perhaps even an elderly couple because for some reason ren and he were the only young males around here. it was honestly starting to get slightly boring, but when the alpha laid eyes on the young male omega trying to carry his stuff into his new home, jingyuan quickly stepped over to help him, a small smile on his lips. "hey, you're the new one?? we live right besides you... oh, with we i mean me and my... slightly broody best friend." he certainly didn't need to know more about their relationship, so he cut it short. besides, maybe ren wouldn't be interested anyhow.

            it was just closer to work this way . . . he hated having to leave his former home but the commute was tedious and the rent was rather HIGH for his standards  .  with some help from march 7th and himeko  ,  he managed to find a place closer and more affordable  (  and not lacking in sense of atmosphere and structure  )  to live . . . and he was glad to have found a home that suited his tastes  ,  he just wished his friends had the time to help him move in . . .              it wasn't that the omega couldn't handle a few heavy boxes  ,  the movers helped a lot in moving in his furniture . . . just that he could use some company and some help in easing his anxiety of moving into a new place that has yet to take on his scent  —  and he swears  ,  the apartment still smells so distinctly of the previous owner . . . it's unsettling  —  or familiar scents he's used to  .  numerous trips back and forth  ,  dan heng just wanted to get his things into the apartment and settle down  —  maybe rifle through the boxes for those scented candles that march 7th jokingly gifted him a few years ago  —  ❛   just in case you wanted to cover a smell  !!  it's your favorite scent  .  ❜  —  he never thought he'd find this gift useful  .             his vision mostly blocked by the boxes he's carrying  ,  trying to minimize his trips downstairs by taking on more than he can safely handle . . . his nose catches a WHIFF of someone's scent  —  an alpha  ?!  —  before he sees them  ,  startled when he's suddenly approached  ,  the omega takes a small step back to take a look at the stranger . . . no  ,  neighbor  —  a good looking alpha at that . . .  he had to quell his curious omega before speaking  .  not yet letting go of the boxes  ,  dan heng takes a moment to survey the other  ,  ❝  ah . . . yeah . . . nice . . . to meet you  ,  ❞  dan heng says  ,  struggling with the boxes for a second before offering a hand to shake  .             ❝  i . . . won't take too long  ,  sorry for the mess  ,  ❞  he gives a sheepish grimace  ,  ❝  my friends kinda bailed on me on moving day  ,  go figure  ,  right  ??  ❞  he awkwardly tries to make conversation . . . god  ,  he just has to go and make things so . . . ugh  .  wait . . . this situation may be less than ideal then . . . he's a single  ,  unmarked omega living next to  (  at least  )  one alpha . . . his neighbor mentioned a roommate . . . another alpha  ??  an omega  ,  maybe  ??  the other hardly seems to be someone who DOESN'T already have someone bonded to them . . . 

[flamesofrebirths]

@txnichtgut said: ❝   hey stop— stop!  look at me.  they’re dead now.  you can stop.  ❞ ( Kaito, he's got a XVI verse or Theo? but totally up to you! ) FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS | ACCEPTING

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Joshua was already not supposed to get semi primed like this. Will he manage to truly control himself someday ? It's been years. He hates this so much. He's so weak. Him being the Dominant of the Phoenix almost sounds like a bad joke. He's STRONGER now, of course. He knows he's harsh on himself, but how could he not ? He doesn't deserve the Undying at all.

He looks at Theo and blinks a few times before he shakes his head. "My apologies," he says before he starts walking away. He can't stay here. He's dangerous to everyone, including himself.

[foraltruism]

@txnichtgut: i'd like it if you stayed. (addam/mythra)

Mythra stops short of walking out the door; gloved hand lingering on the frame as she processes what Addam had just said. A few moments go by, her body backing up gently, head and eyes turning towards him. He looks at her with either surprise or expectancy, she couldn't tell, but it made her hesitate wanting to go to her own room.

"You would?"

She questions softly stepping fully inside his room. She reaches for the door to close it behind her, but stops midway.

"You won't complain if I stayed here? Being your Blade and all, I don't mind being by your side at all, but if you ask me, you seem to have ulterior thoughts."

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @txnichtgut

“A dragon…” – she repeated – “Then it suits you even better.” – and Nunnally really thought so looking how tall and handsome he was in her eyes; she could really imagine him fighting a dragon and winning the battle. As well as leading her during the waltz at the royal ball. What she could not really imagine him was bonding with the other aristocrat men, who mainly sought out to enjoy the luxury life and yearned for power. He was different, and that was why she wanted him. He was kind and understanding, and there and now Tatusya went even that far as to say that their burdens were comparable. Nunnally was kept sheltered most of her life, away from any real life problems, but she was not naïve enough to truly believe her living in a golden cage was comparable with him fighting the enemy at the far border to keep the kingdom safe. What she could not understand was why Tatsuya was so quick, so prompt to underestimate himself.

“Yes, you are!” – she almost interrupted him to oppose his words – ( “ But should I be really doing so? ” ) – “You are as honourable as all the other lord here, if…if not more…” – she blushed but continued talking; quickly as if she was at least slightly ashamed of her won words – “You’re kind and understanding. Even though we…we do not know each other well, and my choices put you…put us where we are right now, you are open to me…you make me feel good and...and I like your company…” – she tilted her head and smiled to him – “…and I hope you at least a bit enjoye mine.” – Nunnally reached her hand to gently caress his cheek; she was happy. Although she was afraid of “his north”, he truly was one of the very few men, whose company she enjoyed. For a long time. She was getting sure she chose wisely. And she started to think that it was also why her father so readily agreed. That he wanted her to be happy - ( "Happy? Do royal princesses could be happy? Do they deserve to be happy and not simply serve their country? ") – “Lord Tatsuya Suisha, you have so much to offer me, so please stop comparing yourself to others. I wanted you. I chose you. I could have any of those you call more honourable. But I did not want to.” – she was not sure herself where the courage to talk like that came from.   

“I have never experienced winter. It hardly snows here and even if it does, it usually melts within a day or two. I will be missing flowers and sun…hot days and swimming in the river…but…but I will try to make the best wife for you…to learn how to be the good lady of the north…I’ll…I’ll try to learn how to love your land…and people out there.” – Nunnally blushed as Tatsuya suggested sharing the bed naked. She knew sharing the bed was what the married couples do. She knew there was some sort of intimacy going between husband and wife, but she did not think about that much before. She’d have to learn it, now or in the future.

“I…I know you’ll keep me warm.” – a dodge to his invitation – “And yes, of course I will…will…will want to share a bed with you. You’ll be my husband.” – ( “ Why I am stuttering so much? ” )  –  “I am glad I have chosen you. And I am so relieved you are not unhappy.”

She took his arm. It was not really offered to her, but perhaps he did not mind.

“Do you like balls, Tatsuya? Do you like dancing? It’s something I adore…swirling around to the music…I am sure there will be a great feast to celebrate our engagement… Tell me do you often have balls in the north…?” – Nunnally stopped; would he consider her vain? – “What do you do in the North? To relax? To celebrate?” – she asked in a bit humble voice now laced in hesitation; the question was followed by a small outburst as if she had remembered something important: --

“Tatsuya, promise me, promise me you will not be leaving me alone too often. Especially before I learn everything…before we get married.” – she knew he would have to fulfil his duties; she knew she would spend much time alone. The thought of being alone was rather appealing to Nunnally. She was always with someone. Always supervised. But then why she did not want him to leave? Why did she want him to be with her?   

@txnichtgut

[ofengineers]

@txnichtgut said: ❝ so, you must be the infamous mid . ❞ ( Joshua ) DIALOGUE PROMPTS ASSORTED | ACCEPTING

Mid raises an eyebrow at Joshua's words before she lets a playful chuckle escape her mouth. Well, she knows she had a reputation with the people of the Hideaway, a reputation of a tempest. She's just her father's daughter, though. She's quite similar to Cid and will always be.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess Clive spoke very highly of me," she jokes, chuckling once again before she keeps a smile on her lips. "Trust me, though, I'm definitively not as annoying as he said! He just thinks I ask too much of him sometimes for my inventions. But my inventions help him!" She claps her hands together before she offers him her hand for a proper handshake. "Nice to finally meet you, Joshua!"

[multianime]

@txnichtgut closed starter (Hinata/Atsumu)

He had just got home from practice and was exhausted if he were to be honest. Normally Shoyo was full of energy and wanted to continue to play. But playing on the beach was a whole new field compared to playing on concrete. It seemed to wear him out even sooner than normal. So, when he got home he just wanted to be with his boyfriend. Of course after he showered too.

When he was finally home he opened the door and lets out a sigh. He's not sure he's ever been this tired. Except for after playing a match between someone. "Atsumu, I'm home." Shoyo said as he lets out a yawn. This is a first for him that he was worn out enough that he also wants to sleep.

[vartouhix]

@txnichtgut

Slender legs hung over the armrest of the large, comfortable chair, swinging idly in the air. Her uniform skirt bunched up precariously from gravity sliding it back towards her hips, but she didn't seem to care. She was alone in Jujutsu High School's library, with two books propped up in her lap, stacked on top of one another. One was her diary--a baby blue journal covered in floral patterns, with little birds interspersed in the flowers. The page barely peeked out from behind the book on top of it, but Suguru was able to be seen written a few times in a chunky paragraph. As usual, she wrote about her feelings for him in her diary, hoping it would make them easier to deal with. It only slightly worked, to her disappointment.

Jangmi's attention was currently on the top book--a steamy romance novel she'd been reading off and on in her free time as of late. Her cheeks were flushed pink and she gently bit her bottom lip as she read, the content of the current chapter particularly spicy.

[phoenixshards-a]

@txnichtgut asked: 19)  sender places their coat around receiver after realizing they’re cold.  ( zack/terence/theo... i am not any picky ;w; up to you it is ) - I choose Zack

Joshua couldn’t remember anything. He had been floating in the sea, clinging to a piece of wood, unconscious, probably waiting for death when a small ship came to a halt next to him and a pair of firm hands pulled him out of the water and onto the deck. And there the young man stayed when he woke up. He didn’t say anything or ask anything when the men asked him what had happened at Origin, where Clive was, if Prince Dion was still alive. All those words and names didn’t mean anything to him. If one of them had not called him by his name, telling him that they had met before and he was now returning the favor, Joshua would not have remembered even that.

All he remembered was an unbearable pain inside his chest, like something was exploding out of him, he remembered a scorching heat, hot enough to melt stone and then.. nothing. Now there was just this deep void inside his chest. Like a crucial part of him missing and Joshua didn’t know how he could fill it again.

Everything felt meaningless. Even when the mercenary named Zack, whose life Joshua apparently had saved some time ago, told him they would take him home, back to Rosaria, all he could do was stare at him. It meant nothing to him. But where else could he go? These people called him ‘Your Grace’ and it gave him the feeling that he had to belong somewhere, but was anything of it real if he couldn’t remember it?

Joshua let these men drag him along, they pretty much insisted on taking him home, and when they finally arrived at a port the journey was not over yet. Silently, as he had not bothered speaking to anyone yet, he stood by Zack’s side as they waited for the mercenary’s companions to return. It didn’t take long for them to come back, bringing a couple of chocobos for them to ride with them, but as soon as they mounted to start the last part of their journey the sky darkened.

And just as they left the village behind it started raining, no, pouring even, and within moments they were all drenched, clothes sticking to their bodies like a second skin. Joshua listened to the other men complaining and making plans to seek shelter at the nearest tavern, but he just lifted his head to stare at the sky. He didn’t have to tell his chocobo what to do or where to go, she obediently kept following the other members of her flock without paying any attention to the man sitting on her back.

Joshua was lost in his own thoughts and this somewhat eternal moment of solitude when he felt a coat being wrapped around his shoulders. The young man winced almost hard enough to fall off his chocobo but managed to keep his balance in the very last moment and as he looked up he was staring right into those oceanic blue eyes of a certain Zack Fair. The coat, as wet as it was, kept the chilly rain at bay and it was only then that Joshua realized how cold he really was, he hadn’t even noticed he shivered and this man was going out of his way to help him, so with a slight blush across his cheeks Joshua finally spoke:

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to..”