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Anonymous asks helped me out a ton as they act as a buffer of sorts. But other interactions with the blogs I love so much are basically impossible. Which is the reason for this blog.
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Hypothetical: You'd get paid $700,000 live in one of these situations for a week but If you quit before the week is up you get nothing.
Sinostra but both Romeo and Taiga are both having a very shitty week. So you're constantly walking on eggshells and generally on edge because something could break out at anytime. It always seems to happen when you finally get comfortable.
Hotarubi but the rain makes you feel restless when you try to sleep. Like there's always one more thing you need to do before you finally sleep.
Vagastrom but someone spilled something outside your room and it leaked in from under your door. Despite it having been cleaned up, the smell still lingers. It's absolutely foul and rancid but you're the only one who can smell it. Any air fresheners or room sprays don't mask the smell but cling to it.
Clementia but it's the rundown version and you have to sleep on a very uncomfortable pew the whole week.
Frostheim but the heating in your room is broken. When you get someone to come to your room to look at it, it starts working again. However, It only stops working when you're alone in the room. Making you feel like you're insane. You can bring it up as many times as you want, to whoever you want. But people can and will react negatively about it the more you do it. Such as ignoring you, calling you crazy or a liar, brushing you off entirely, and getting annoyed by your perceived "kid who cried wolf" act.
Obscuary but Ed is quietly standing at the foot of your bed watching you try and sleep. He says nothing, he just stands there. However as you are about to fall asleep you swear you hear him laugh quietly to himself. Asking him about it gets you no response.
Drunk Ghouls (Frostheim Part 1; Jin Kamurai and Tohma Ishibashi)
starting this off by saying THIS WAS SUPPOSED 2 BE LOW-EFFORT! A FEW PARAGRAPHS PER CHARACTER AT MOST! why do i do this 2 myself. note that these will probably vary in length per character bc i want 2 try. 2 keep it short. (update: i failed.)
woke up at 4:48am with a dry mouth thinking about haku nibbling my ear. anyways. that snowballed in2 this. enjoy.
a/n: also. side note that’s completely irrelevant but. im. so sick. of there not being enough words within language 2 express feelings i want 2 convey in my writing. does anyone else have that issue or am i just insane?? i complained about it 2 my therapist and she said “well. you know. you can make up words. shakespeare did and he really was ‘just some guy’.” and you know what. i might start fucking doing that. if some english white boy with black teeth and homosexual urges can make up words then so can i. i spent hours looking 4 a word that meant “to reluctantly pity someone/thing” but apparently that is a word that does not exist and im frustrated because saying “you felt reluctant pity towards [subject]” does NOT hit the same as “you felt [epic awesome word meaning ‘to reluctantly pity someone/thing’ here] towards [subject]”.
ok. im done. sorry.
summary: the ghouls are drunk. you are tasked with taking them back to their dorms.
cw: the ghouls are drunk!!!! some angst (?) in jin’s part, improper use of medication in tohma’s part, drunk ghouls, some fluff. never proofread, as usual. might be slightly ooc bc im never confident writing these ghouls and these are. unusual situations for them.
JIN:
Quite frankly, you don’t know what he was doing at Rui’s bar. And you don't care. You might be a little bitter that your initially relaxing evening got turned into yet another errand for the King of Frostheim. But, whatever. There was nothing you could do about it. If you didn’t bring the King back to his castle, who would?
He can hardly manage to support his own weight, so he's mostly leaning on you. You would've suggested he use his sword, but no chance were you going to let him swing that thing when he couldn’t even stand upright. He's quiet for most of the walk back. He'd occasionally groan in response to a killer headache, or gasp if he felt like he was going to vomit, but otherwise, he hardly made a sound. He kept his breathing even and his expression seemed quite flat. You wouldn't know he was drunk if he wasn’t tripping over the stone path and leaning his weight over you.
When you finally make it to Frostheim and into his bedroom, you haphazardly shove his limp body off your shoulder and onto his bed, on which he collapses without much complaint. You'd wanted to purposely ignore the state of his room so you wouldn't feel any semblance of pity towards him and reluctantly end up cleaning. You figure you could at least close his curtains so he isn't rudely awakened by the sun when it rises. But if you're being honest, you might want to leave them open so he gets his morning interrupted to rectify your interrupted evening.
Just as you’re about to head over to his curtains, you feel a hand close around your wrist. With an iron grip, Jin yanks you onto his bed. In moments, you find yourself wrapped up in his embrace, your cheek awkwardly pressed against his chest and your arms stiff at your sides, held there by his grip. You struggle, already aware that you don’t stand much of a chance, but protesting anyway. “Can you let me go?” Your words are unfortunately muffled with half of your face pressed into his chest. You don’t want to sound combative in the event he gets annoyed and you have to deal with annoyed drunk Jin instead of just drunk Jin, but you’re tired, it’s late, and you can hear the call of your bed in the chapel. It has never been more alluring.
Jin hugs you tighter to his chest in response, curling himself around you. You still, realizing that this may be a case where struggling will only make the “knot” tighter. “...No.” You feel his lips move against your hairline, making you shiver slightly. “Stay here.”
An order from the King is an order that you have the rare privilege of ignoring. You suppress your urge to struggle against his grip and use your words instead. “...I have classes in the morning.” The most basic excuse ever, but maybe he’d care about your education. “I’m still not well-versed in anomalies yet, and I only have so much time to learn—” Jin growls at the implication of the curse eventually ending your life, “—and I don’t want to fall behind.”
Jin is silent for a moment, and his grip loosens just slightly. It’s not enough to escape, but it allows you some wiggle room. You try not to move, remaining still. He appears deep in thought. If you play your cards right, maybe you’d get back to the chapel sooner than expected.
Unfortunately, luck is not on your side. Jin ends up pulling you closer, and you’re right back to square two, his body curled around you and you pressed against his front. “You will have time.” He speaks against your hairline again, his warm breath puffing against your forehead. You muse that you’re lucky you can’t smell the booze on his breath. You helplessly sigh, yielding to his grip and loosening your tight shoulders. You weren’t going to be free anytime soon. You’re submitting yourself to your fate when he adds “...I’ll hire you a tutor. Stay here.”
For a moment, his offer strikes you as thoughtful. But then you’re reminded that the reason you’re here is because he refuses to let you go, which isn’t very thoughtful. Regardless, with his arms cinched this tight around you, you couldn’t complain much for fear of him squeezing the life out of you a bit too early.
You grumble, but ultimately relent, unable to fight against his superhuman strength and his ability to solve all his (and your) problems with money. You lay there, not reciprocating his affection but not resisting it either, becoming less and less sure of how much time has passed. You wish you had access to your phone or something to keep you busy. You were too awake, pressed flush against the King of Frostheim, whose body temperature was quite warm from an entire evening drinking and whose light cologne was beginning to tickle your nose. You were overly warm, wiggling your nose to keep from sneezing, and craving your bed. This was becoming miserable.
Jin’s breathing slowly becomes even. You know it would be rash to assume he’s fallen asleep, but if he’s distracted enough, maybe you could slip away. As you start to move a little bit, trying to very gently shimmy yourself out of his grip, you hear him murmur something.
“Please…”
You freeze. Was he still awake? You can’t look up, still pressed to his chest and your head directly underneath his, but you can listen. You stay still, hoping by some miracle he falls back asleep. His breathing sounds uneven again and you can hear his heart loudly thumping against his ribcage.
“Just stay here with me… Just a little while longer…”
Something in you lurches suddenly. That’s right. The great Frostheim King has experienced a deep loss before. You weren’t there to witness his reaction when the news got out, but you had heard about it. The loss of a parent was something one tended to carry for the rest of their life, especially if they were close.
Idly, you wondered if he feared the rumors the news attempted to spread. His mother had succumbed to a hereditary illness. Did he fear that one day, he, too, would have to watch his world crumble around him, unable to make sense of anything anymore? Did he fear that his cognitive function would rot along with his ability to express emotion properly? Did he fear the loss of himself as much as he hated the loss of his mother? Did he see himself in that grave instead of his mother?
A begruding empathy fills you. You didn’t like how Jin called you “servant”. You didn’t like how Jin found it perfectly acceptable to order you around. You didn’t like how he would interrupt your routine simply because he believed his needs mattered more. And yet. Your thinking reminds you that he’s still human. You aren’t sure if it’s this fear that drives him, or if it’s what keeps him awake at night and makes him sleep through the day, but it’s still a fear, isn’t it? A real, reasonable fear. He’s still a human. A human who made a deal with a demon and proceeded to devour said demon, permanently changing him, but a human nonetheless. The fear was real and it was reflected in his heartbeat, still thumping loudly against his chest.
You sigh, relaxing into his grip again. Slowly, you lift one of your arms as best you can under his iron grip and place it on his side, minimally reciprocating his grip. Maybe some comfort would do him some good, even if lackluster.
He seems to relax into your touch almost immediately. You still aren’t sure if he’s awake or not, but his grip gets more comfortable, though not any less tight. You sigh again, considering this a half-victory at best.
As you relax into his chest, you note his heartbeat slowing down. His breathing slowly becomes even again. You don’t really want to smile at having successfully calmed down Jin himself, but you allow yourself a small curve to the corner of your lips.
Eventually, his steadily beating heart and even breathing lull you into a peaceful doze. At least with his head above yours, maybe he’d be the first to suffer the morning rays.
TOHMA:
Seeing Tohma drunk is like learning vampires were real. You’d never completely written off the possibility, but learning it’s a concept with genuine merit instead of a mere myth is more jarring than you’d expect. And lugging Tohma across campus back to Frostheim proves to be quite challenging. His days in Vagastrom were well-reflected in his crushing weight, and his particularly long legs made it hard to maneuver yourself and him simultaneously in a way that prevented either of you from toppling over. Next time, if this ever happens again, you’re getting a wagon. Lugging a long-legged beefcake across campus wasn’t doing wonders for your back.
He hardly makes any noise, and seems more uncomfortable than anything. He doesn’t resist your help, but squirms uncomfortably when you try to support him at his waist, and winces at any loud noise on campus. You wonder if something’s wrong with him, but can’t be bothered to pay too much attention when you’re already breaking your back trying to get him back to his dorm.
When you finally tumble inside his room at Frostheim, he shrugs himself off of you, cradling his head. You’re offended for a few moments at his lack of thanks, but you notice his stumbling beeline towards a pill bottle on his dresser. Time seems to slow as you recognize the medication. Alprazolam. The same medication Leo exposed Tohma for taking regularly. It takes a moment for the dots to connect, but once they do, a small surge of panic shoots down your spine. He probably shouldn’t be taking those, not after drinking alcohol.
“Tohma—”
Too late. He gulps a few down—dry, at that—and promptly shuffles over to his bed. He crumples onto it and eases himself onto his side, pressing his fingers into his temples, his face twisted into a pained expression. You groan inwardly.
You have half a mind to drag him off to Mortkranken to see Yuri—or Professor Nicolas, at worst—but your back hurts at the mere idea of that and you were sure Yuri would be less than happy to see another Frostheim student in need of treatment at his dorm. You watch him carefully, peering at his unmoving form. If you were lucky, maybe you wouldn’t need to. Ghouls heal quicker, and hopefully the effects of the alcohol would wear off faster. Regardless, you couldn’t leave him alone, lest he spontaneously stopped breathing due to the combined effects of the alcohol and the medication. So it looks like you’re stuck here for a while.
Tohma hardly seems to notice that you’re in the same room, and barely responds when you hesitantly seat yourself next to him. The smallest flicker of acknowledgement in his expression, and that’s it. His eyes are screwed shut, and his usual sardonic smile is long gone, replaced with a pained frown. Witnessing Tohma’s emotions clear on his face was an unusual sight, but you’re aware he can probably feel your gaze, so you turn away. You make sure to glance at him on occasion, ensuring his body still rises and falls with his breathing.
You aren’t sure how much time passes as you sit there, watching Tohma out of the corner of your eye. But after some time, he slowly relaxes, the tension melting from his expression and lifting from his shoulders. He gradually takes on a more relaxed position, moving his hands from his temples and blinking his eyes partially open, his lips slightly parted with light exhales. He doesn’t move much apart from that, still in a fetal-like position.
Trying not to disturb him too much, you lean over him just slightly, checking his complexion. His gaze slides over to you, though he makes no other move to acknowledge you. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem any paler than he usually is. His breathing has remained steady. You assume the Alprazolam kicked in at last, but it appears some of the alcohol is still in his system, what with the slight pink flush on his cheeks, and his bangs sticking to his forehead. You find yourself reaching out before you know it, but quickly retract your hand. Surely he’d be fine. Maybe you were overthinking it.
You turn away and breathe a sigh of relief. You’re readjusting your position, wondering if you should leave or not, when a gloved hand takes hold of yours. You turn to Tohma questioningly, but you don’t resist as he pulls your hand towards him. You freeze up when he places a chaste kiss to your knuckles, before the ghost of his usual, haunting smile reappears on his face. You pray internally that him kissing your knuckles wasn’t a sign of impaired judgement and rather an honest reaction. You’d prefer that over really having to drag him to Mortkranken. “Thank you for taking the time to look after me, Miss Inspector. I apologize that you have to see me in such a state.” Well, at least he doesn’t sound out of breath. That must be a good sign. And, finally, you’d got your thanks.
You simply shake your head, signaling to him not to worry about it. You stretch your hand in his grasp and press your thumb into the center of his forehead. As if on cue, the flimsy smile he put on melts away, replaced by a more neutral, calm expression. You think you might prefer him like this.
You can’t very well leave with his hand still around yours, but you aren’t actively complaining. You had already accepted you would be here a while. You yawn, feeling your own exhaustion catch up with you. You stretch, or at least, do the best you can with one of your hands held hostage.
Tohma speaks up again. “May I make a selfish request, Miss Inspector?”
You turn back towards him curiously. The look in his eyes is surprisingly earnest despite the lack of any active emotion twisting his face. You would think he was about to confess something serious, with the way his blue eyes seemed to zero in on you. “Yeah?”
He doesn’t respond immediately, instead pulling your hand closer to him again. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss your knuckles again, and you stiffen, preparing yourself. However, Tohma flips your hand so your palm is facing up, and gently places his cheek within your palm. You look at him questioningly, not pulling away. You wonder if this is better or worse than simply receiving another kiss to your knuckles, because you’re honestly not sure. Any more signs of this and you might actually haul him to Mortkranken.
“I’m terribly sorry to be requesting so much of you. But if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you could stay with me tonight.” You’re partially caught off-guard by his bold question and partially wondering how he manages to maintain such eloquence when drunk and under the influence. You try not to let too much of a blush color your face, turning away from him slowly to make it look like you’re mulling the question over. The warmth of his cheek in your palm was surprisingly soothing. The weight of him was already becoming familiar. It was strange.
Well, not much point in resisting this, anyway. You’d already accepted you’d be here a while.
You sigh, tilting your head towards the ceiling before slowly leaning back and easing yourself onto his bed next to him, letting that be your answer. You think you feel the gentle press of lips against the corner of your palm, but you pretend to ignore it, even as your cheeks color.
If you both fell asleep like this, hopefully he’d still be breathing by morning.
if i made up new words using my limited knowledge of latin, french, and creole and put their definitions in my masterlist and used them in my writing would that be too much. am i crazy.
ok real quick: in case it wasn't like. glaringly obvious. tohma's written to have anxiety here. i know he claims to take those pills for headaches BUT i wouldn't be surprised if he has some level of anxiety.
OK ANYWAY i wrote these two fics bc i felt inspired. drunk ghouls. what might they do? kaito and luca will come out but i have no idea when. and then ill move on 2 vagastrom.
shameless note as per usual that i love likes, but especially comments, tagged reblogs, and asks detailing how much you liked my work! let me know if you enjoyed it!
songs i listened 2 while writing this:
here (in your arms) - hellogoodbye (cute song about falling in love and enjoying the time you spend with said person in their arms. felt fitting 2 the theme.)
for the sleep over event, tohma and sharing music? I can so see him sharing earbuds and showing each other music
SUMMARY: you can't sleep. tohma helps you.
COMMENTS: writing this to cope with the most recent chapter . i need everyone who said that tohma doesn't care about others to apologize to him RIGHT NOW
no im not in love w him hahahahahahah what do you mean hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahha shoves all my tohma pictures under my bedbut they keep falling out of my drawers and off my walls and from my ceiling and . ahahahaha. oops
The air is cool and refreshing against your cheeks as you crack open your window. Moonlight streams in through the glass, illuminating your dark room with a pale blue light. The curtains flutter at another gust of chilled breeze, brushing against your arms like the soft touch of snowflake flurries. You gnaw at your lower lip, arms crossed over your chest as you think.
The simple fact of the matter is, you’re cursed. There have been many conceivable ways to break it, like the anomaly at the casino and the drug Yuri has been developing for quite some time. The resilient part of you wants to retain hope that the ghouls will come through for you—and not just that, but that you will come through for your own sake.
Because you have to. Because if you don’t, the ghouls will sacrifice even more of themselves in order to make sure you make it out alive.
You’re not naive enough to believe that you mean nothing to them, that they wouldn’t throw their lives on the line for you as they have been conditioned to do. You decided long ago that you will not participate in the farce that is Darkwick. You will be different, just as you have been since you rode that damn train back from the concert.
The door to your room creaks open and you turn, unalarmed. You expect Kaito, or maybe Luca, or even a sleepy Towa that requires your company to doze. However, it is Tohma that shuts the door quietly behind him, making eye contact with you that feels as soft, reverent. He smiles, one of those reserved, calculated ones, you find yourself turning to face him completely.
“Did you need something?” you ask gently, making your way towards him, “I can get you some water, or—”
“Do you think I am so incompetent that I cannot fetch my own glass?” he raises a brow, amused.
“Then you came for something else,” you say, hands extended just far enough in front of you to show that the offer of touch is available, should he ask for it.
“Company,” he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners, “and conversation, should you be up for it.”
Your shoulders sag, and you exhale sharply in amusement. Really? Is that all?
“Tohma,” you murmur, testing the waters, “You know if it’s you, it’s okay to ask for anything.”
His smile fades, turning into a vaguely concerned frown.
“You shouldn’t say anything, Inspector. Others may take it the wrong way.”
“Yes, but...you are not others, are you?”
It’s the very reason why you said anything—you’re not unaware of the fluttering in your chest whenever Tohma is near. He’s a smart man, you’re sure he is also aware of it too. His gaze softens again, and with a guiding hand to your lower back, he brings you to the window again.
You find your eyes straying to his side profile time and time again as the two of you stand in silence and admire the moon. Tohma is so strong, you can see it when he clenches his jaw or when his shoulders shift. You can see kindness in every twitch of his lip and sparkle in his eyes. You see beauty in how his hair just barely brushes against his ears, tousled in the wind, and your heart aches with how a man so talented seems to hold himself back from what he wants at every opportunity.
“If I may,” Tohma murmurs, eyes snapping to you, “Would you tell me if there is something on my face?”
“You’re just so lovely to look at,” is what you say, instead of quite literally anything else.
Tohma’s lips twitch into a smile, and you swear his shoulders droop just a bit.
“Tsk tsk, Inspector. You shouldn’t say things like that so casually.” he chastises you.
“Tohma, I mean it.” you take a chance and lean in, brushing shoulders with him.
He doesn’t say anything in return, but he doesn’t move away, either. There’s a few steady beats of silence, and then,
“May I speak frankly?”
“Always,”
“Do you know how the Captain feels about you?” Tohma asks, avoiding your gaze.
It gives you pause. Usually, whenever the subject of Jin isn’t brought up, Tohma looks you in the eye like he’s daring you to do something about him. Melt his frozen heart, or whatever it was he said. You know you’re not the right person for that job, and the why has always been abundantly clear to you.
“Is it wrong that I don’t particularly care?” you hum, in a way that implies you are musing only to yourself despite your audience.
Tohma says nothing, so you continue.
“I care about what you think of me.” you confess, looking back to the moon as if she will have the answers.
“I see.” Tohma says thoughtfully.
“And I mean it.”
“MC.”
You jolt, hearing him say your name for the first time. But he’s here, warm and real, allowing himself to stand by your side, your arms pressed together as you stand, alone, in your bedroom. His eyes are open, a soft blue you have never seen from him before. A soft gasp escapes your lips—in that moment, Tohma looks so human.
He sighs. A pause, then,
“Forgetting about everything I've got to do and be—just for a night, every once in a while...it's not a bad feeling.”
And with that, he grasps your wrist in his hand, and leads you to your bed. He motions for you to sit and then sits beside you, fishing his phone out of his pockets. You groan softly, convinced he’s about to get a call from Jin about some stupid bullshit—but it never comes.
Instead, he offers you an earbud.
You blink owlishly at him. He chuckles at your blank expression and tucks it into your ear himself, brushing the shell of your ear with the tips of his fingers. Your face feels warm, and with the way your gaze darts away from him you know that he knows.
“Music,” he says simply, “To help you sleep.”
“And what about you?” you ask, sparing him a glance from the corner of your eye.
“Well,” he muses, and by that he means that he’s pretending to think about something he has very much considered, “It is my phone and earbuds we are using. So I suppose, if you want to go to sleep, I will have to be here as well to ensure that nothing goes wrong.”
“With the music selection? Or my safety?” you ask, shooting him a playful stare.
“Why can’t it be both?” he chuckles, patting the pillow closest to the window, “I’ll be near the door. You rest.”
You lay down, allowing him to tuck you in even though it makes you feel rather embarrassed. He sets the phone in the middle of the bed, then walks to the other side and gets in himself. You're surprised—usually Tohma wouldn’t do anything this bold, but he must have known you wouldn’t say no.
With how content you are at being this close to him, how could you have?
And with that, he places the other earbud in his own ear, his warmth a respectable distance away from yours. You shut your eyes to avoid staring at him so much, and wonder how on Earth you’re going to be able to get to sleep knowing the man you love is mere centimeters away from you.
Is this what it’s like to be married? Trembling at the thought of your spouse only inches away, crawling across the soft sheets to get closer to them, wrapping them up in your arms and legs and smell so that one day, the two of you will be one being?
Sleepily, you giggle. You almost feel delirious. You wouldn’t mind smelling like Tohma, actually. He smells quite good.
With his deep breathing in one ear and his playlist in the other, you fall asleep to everything that makes Tohma, Tohma.
a/n: hi sweets! 🫶🏻 here's some group chat chaos bc I can’t resist a good accidental hard launch 🤭🩷 hope you enjoy!! | credits for the photos I used from Pinterest: Tsokeaa and YCSMINQ | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader, crack, accidental hard launch
Figuratively and literally, because let's assume there exists some kind of anomaly creature capable of sensing people's emotions, especially romantic feelings. ^^ Naturally, this little supernatural talent earned you the title of Cupid.
So you made up your mind and started a service within Darkwick Campus: 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆.
Some clients are shy, so one of your services is the 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒙.
ft. [REDACTED FOR PRIVACY REASONS]
Part one - Part two - Part three
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: Maintenance Worker
"Hi. I hope my letter reaches you.
I'm not really good at talking in general, and I've wanted to ask this person out for a while now.
We've spent some time working together, but I don't think I've made much progress.
I also find it difficult to ask them out on a date because of both my schedule and theirs.
I don't really have many ideas for dates either, since I'm not used to them.
I've asked some friends for advice, but I'm still not confident.
I hope you can give me some advice.
Also, the rack you're using was a bit wobbly, so I fixed it and secured the box back in place."
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Oh dear. Are you an angel who fell from heaven? 🩷
Thank you for fixing my rack. You're currently my favorite customer.
I didn't even notice it was damaged.
I really should start paying more attention to things like that before I get complaints from customers.
Nobody wants to deal with a confession box suddenly collapsing onto the floor.
Now, about your problem... Hmmmmm.
You said you've worked together before.
That means you're already familiar with each other's workflow, right?
So why not ask them out on a work date?
People always think dates need to be some fancy candlelit dinner.
Sometimes just spending productive time together can be really enjoyable.
You don't have to squeeze something between your schedules.
Work with the schedule.
Get coffee together before work.
Take lunch together.
Offer to help them with something.
Be yourself. Have confidence. And ask them out.
You sound like a lovely person.
I'd be surprised if they declined.
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: You are annoying
"I still cannot understand why you insist on running this kind of business and serving different people every day when you could simply work for one person and be paid handsomely."
The very next letter arrives in the exact same handwriting.
"I asked them to come over to my place, but they declined every single time.
So I started paying them to spend time with me instead.
Recently, they have become busy with other men and have not come over very often.
Should I remove those unnecessary distractions so they can focus on me?"
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
BRO.
WHAT IS THIS?
WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING MY BUSINESS?
I work for whoever I want.
Have you ever heard of something called PASSION?
PASSION!
Take your money and leave!
Stop harassing my small business!
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Wait.
I just discovered a stack of cash inside my confession box.
Was that you? Did you mistake my confession box for a piggy bank?
Sir.
I genuinely love my job.
I am very passionate about it.
That does not mean I don't enjoy my other work too.
I simply like making people happy. Especially couples who are obviously meant to be together.
Now then.
As a highly trained and completely professional love advisor...
You PAY someone to spend time with you?
Sir.
Sir.
SIR.
This is concerning. Not financially at least.
Who taught you that this was a reasonable strategy?
I would like their name. I simply want to talk.
There's a very high chance this person currently sees your relationship as one between an employer and employee.
Unfortunately, that can be difficult to change.
Also...
How much money do you even have?
Because this solution should not have been your first thought.
And absolutely do NOT get rid of anybody.
That is illegal. Please do not commit crimes in pursuit of romance.
If you genuinely care about this person, then treat them like a person.
Ask them out properly.
What do they enjoy?
What hobbies do they have?
What food do they like?
What places have they always wanted to visit?
Plan something around them.
And remember.
YOU have to plan the date.
I do not want to hear any nonsense involving personal assistants, secretaries, butlers, managers, accountants, bodyguards, chauffeurs, or mysterious men in suits doing all the work for you.
This is not one of those billionaire mafia romance novels.
The effort needs to come from your own heart.
And if you're truly that desperate... Then fine.
Pay them to go on the date.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: Experiencing Emotional Damage
"Hi, Cutie. Hope you're having a wonderful day before reading my letter.
I believe they enjoy spending time with me despite the fact that I cannot hang out with them very often.
They occasionally help me with gardening and visit my bar.
The problem is that one of my close friends keeps flirting with them.
Normally I wouldn't care. We used to flirt with girls all the time.
But this person is different.
This is a no-no.
He keeps crossing the line.
I think they're starting to get flustered because of him.
Do you think they like my friend more than me?
What if they're only spending time with me to get closer to him?
I'm very sad right now."
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Bro.
I feel your pain. But relax. Take a deep breath.
Do not start writing your tragedy novel yet.
First, observe.
People get flustered for all kinds of reasons. Especially shy people.
Second, evaluate the evidence.
How do they react when your friend flirts?
More importantly... How do they react when you flirt?
Do they smile?
Do they reciprocate?
Do they actively seek out your attention?
Do they spend as much time with him as they do with you?
Do they look disappointed when you're unavailable?
Gather data. Become the detective of your own love life.
If most of those answers are no, then congratulations.
You're probably fine.
The fact that you can tell they enjoy spending time with you is already a positive sign.
Have a little faith.
And maybe talk to your friend too.
You said the two of you flirt around a lot.
There's a decent chance he thinks this is all a joke and has no idea he's accidentally causing you emotional damage.
Communication saves lives AND relationships.
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
Anonymous Name: Facing Consequences
"I think they're a little upset with me.
My teasing may have gone too far this time.
They refuse to answer my calls and have been ignoring my messages lately.
I only wanted to help them relax after a difficult day, but I suppose I overdid it.
Now they're angry.
May I receive some advice on how to cheer up my highness?"
𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅:
Well. Congratulations.
You have successfully discovered the consequences of your own actions.
I assume you accidentally pressed every wrong button available because they sound very annoyed.
As someone who is currently angry at one of my own friends...
My advice is simple.
Apologize. Sincerely.
Not one of those:
"I'm sorry you got offended."
NO!
An actual apology.
Buy them their favorite snacks.
Maybe flowers if they're into that.
Invite them somewhere nice.
And let them know you genuinely regret upsetting them.
Based on your letter, it sounds like the two of you are usually pretty comfortable around each other.
You don't tease people this much unless you've gotten close.
Which means there's a good chance they'll forgive you eventually.
After a month worth of work (let's ignore the two months of agonizing over it while not doing anything), the RuiDelaide animatic is finally finished!! Proud to say all of this is drawn by hand 😌✨✨
It might've been made on a whim, but I certainly learned a lot in doing this.
Will I be doing something like this again? Most definitely, but not in the near future. Making this was tiring lol (＠_＠;)
Anyway, please enjoy the product of my blood, sweat, and tears (mostly sweat and tears).
I Was wondering if you had any book recommendations as I'm looking to get back into reading!
- @tkdb-crystal-ball-anon
AAA MY FAVORITE QUESTION YAYYYYYYY YES I DO HAVE BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS....THANK YOU FOR ASKING C: WHAT GENRE ARE YOU LOOKING FOR....... (pls mind the trigger warnings if you decide to read any of these orz)
if u want SCI-FI i HAVE to recommend project hail mary .... like i read it for the first time in the summer of 2025 and immediately it was my favorite book of the year.
THERE IS ALSO:
- a psalm for the wild built & a prayer for the crown shy, a duology (I LOVE YOU MOSSCAP)
- a digital novel, 17776, about football <3 (dont worry if ur not big on sports im not either. it still crushed me emotionally and was also so so healing)
if you want FANTASY let me shove PIRANESI by susanna clarke into your arms okay. some people said the world was hard to follow but genuinely i did not think that at all. to each their own i suppose! you'll find out very quickly if its for you or not at least C:
THERE IS ALSO:
- raybearer, a really fast paced fantasy that does NOT waste your time. this one is also a duology but i have not read the second book yet.
- the raven boys, which is the first book in a series of four, lot of ley line talk if expeditions and The Teenage Experience + The Horrors is your vibe (thank u vio for recc'ing this to me as always)
- katabasis by r.f.kuang!! ive heard that her other books are stronger but i have not read them alas.....if you enjoy dante's inferno and dark academic then i'd highly recommend this one! (and by dark academic i mean. critiquing academia. not romanticizing it. there's gonna be pretentious shit in here but its for the critique PLS dont go into it if thats not ur thing)
if you want ROMANCE there's only one book i can offer u...(not really) WHICH IS SHARK HEART. destroyed me emotionally no notes. if you think you'll enjoy a romance with more literacy fiction elements i would suggest this one <3
- HOWEVER if you just want something fluffy, she gets the girl is also a good one <3 a bit of a rushed ending but that doesn't make the storyline less wholesome!
if you want HORROR OR THRILLER. i can offer you the world of lore which is a triology i have continously devoured since my teenage years. you can tell this guy has a podcast.
- if you like various small stories within your horror, haunted heartland is a great compliation of a bunch of spooky ghost stories! i should give it a reread actually...
- if you wnat to read about Objects instead of places, cursed objects! i had a lot of fun with this one C:
- IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR YA THRILLER, none shall sleep is the best one i've ever read im not kidding. it's a triology and there's an element thats introduced in the second book that had me SCREAMINGGGG (POS VERY POS) like i dont go here bc the books are usually corny rather than scary but i LOVE this triology.
IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR NONFICTION! this might be harder because our interests might be different oops but
- if you want medical malpractice, the icepick surgeon.
- if you want chemistry, the disappearing spoon.
- if you want to know about the chicago world's fair (there is barely any true crime even though thats how it was marketted btw!!), then read devil in the white city.
- if you want to read about women in crime instead of men, the league of lady poisoners. this book also has beautiful artwork and a STUNNING cover btw.
- if you want to read about calculus. calculus for cats. i will say no more.
- if you want to start your journey of not being concerned about other people's opinions of you, try the courage to be disliked! again, not one for self help books because usually they are BULLSHITTTT but this one actually changed the way i look at life. i think everyone should read it tbh.
- if you want to read about women in stem and exploration, brave the wild river! also very good if you like plants/botany <3
in that same vein, if you want a MEMOIR, i got u.
- educated is by far my favorite one, i was GLUED to the pages the whole time.
- the penguin lessons is much more heartwarming and will definitely tug at ur heartstrings if you're a haru liker LMAO
- i also enjoyed in the dream house, but that one is heavy just like educated is. not in the exact same way but i'll say it again, mind the trigger warnings!!!!!!
OKAY THATS IT LMAO IM SORRY IF THIS IS OVERWHELMING T0T I JUST. LOVE BOOKS.
I'll definitely look for these at my local library when they open back up!!!
(The day I got my library card renewed the staff said they'd be closed for a bit in June for renovations but believe they should be open by Mid to Late July if everything goes well.)
I Was wondering if you had any book recommendations as I'm looking to get back into reading!
- @tkdb-crystal-ball-anon
AAA MY FAVORITE QUESTION YAYYYYYYY YES I DO HAVE BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS....THANK YOU FOR ASKING C: WHAT GENRE ARE YOU LOOKING FOR....... (pls mind the trigger warnings if you decide to read any of these orz)
if u want SCI-FI i HAVE to recommend project hail mary .... like i read it for the first time in the summer of 2025 and immediately it was my favorite book of the year.
THERE IS ALSO:
- a psalm for the wild built & a prayer for the crown shy, a duology (I LOVE YOU MOSSCAP)
- a digital novel, 17776, about football <3 (dont worry if ur not big on sports im not either. it still crushed me emotionally and was also so so healing)
if you want FANTASY let me shove PIRANESI by susanna clarke into your arms okay. some people said the world was hard to follow but genuinely i did not think that at all. to each their own i suppose! you'll find out very quickly if its for you or not at least C:
THERE IS ALSO:
- raybearer, a really fast paced fantasy that does NOT waste your time. this one is also a duology but i have not read the second book yet.
- the raven boys, which is the first book in a series of four, lot of ley line talk if expeditions and The Teenage Experience + The Horrors is your vibe (thank u vio for recc'ing this to me as always)
- katabasis by r.f.kuang!! ive heard that her other books are stronger but i have not read them alas.....if you enjoy dante's inferno and dark academic then i'd highly recommend this one! (and by dark academic i mean. critiquing academia. not romanticizing it. there's gonna be pretentious shit in here but its for the critique PLS dont go into it if thats not ur thing)
if you want ROMANCE there's only one book i can offer u...(not really) WHICH IS SHARK HEART. destroyed me emotionally no notes. if you think you'll enjoy a romance with more literacy fiction elements i would suggest this one <3
- HOWEVER if you just want something fluffy, she gets the girl is also a good one <3 a bit of a rushed ending but that doesn't make the storyline less wholesome!
if you want HORROR OR THRILLER. i can offer you the world of lore which is a triology i have continously devoured since my teenage years. you can tell this guy has a podcast.
- if you like various small stories within your horror, haunted heartland is a great compliation of a bunch of spooky ghost stories! i should give it a reread actually...
- if you wnat to read about Objects instead of places, cursed objects! i had a lot of fun with this one C:
- IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR YA THRILLER, none shall sleep is the best one i've ever read im not kidding. it's a triology and there's an element thats introduced in the second book that had me SCREAMINGGGG (POS VERY POS) like i dont go here bc the books are usually corny rather than scary but i LOVE this triology.
IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR NONFICTION! this might be harder because our interests might be different oops but
- if you want medical malpractice, the icepick surgeon.
- if you want chemistry, the disappearing spoon.
- if you want to know about the chicago world's fair (there is barely any true crime even though thats how it was marketted btw!!), then read devil in the white city.
- if you want to read about women in crime instead of men, the league of lady poisoners. this book also has beautiful artwork and a STUNNING cover btw.
- if you want to read about calculus. calculus for cats. i will say no more.
- if you want to start your journey of not being concerned about other people's opinions of you, try the courage to be disliked! again, not one for self help books because usually they are BULLSHITTTT but this one actually changed the way i look at life. i think everyone should read it tbh.
- if you want to read about women in stem and exploration, brave the wild river! also very good if you like plants/botany <3
in that same vein, if you want a MEMOIR, i got u.
- educated is by far my favorite one, i was GLUED to the pages the whole time.
- the penguin lessons is much more heartwarming and will definitely tug at ur heartstrings if you're a haru liker LMAO
- i also enjoyed in the dream house, but that one is heavy just like educated is. not in the exact same way but i'll say it again, mind the trigger warnings!!!!!!
OKAY THATS IT LMAO IM SORRY IF THIS IS OVERWHELMING T0T I JUST. LOVE BOOKS.
I'll definitely look for these at my local library when they open back up!!!
(The day I got my library card renewed the staff said they'd be closed for a bit in June for renovations but believe they should be open by Mid to Late July if everything goes well.)
