#But sometimes I get 100 notifs in 1 hour from the same person and when I scroll I don't notice their own posts qwq

[susartwork]

Tip time

If you own any kind of art blog but also reblog heavily / roleplay / reply to tons of random asks on the same blog, consider making custom hashtags! (Ex: #insertblogname reblog)

This way other people can use Tumblr hashtags blockers (like Tumblr Savior) to hide those posts that may not be relevant to your blog, so they can easily see only your art in their dashboard.

[lycanlupins]

┌─ “ „ EYES LIKE SKY ─┐

Roy Harper x F!Reader - Chapter 1

Cam Girl Au! [+18]

Sex toys, D&S elements, controlled orgasm, pet names

AN: im kinda back?? idk im trying this out because i really like writing again 🥹 lmk if y’all like this!! remember to like + rb + leave a comment if you enjoyed it!! Anyways, enjoy Chapter 1!!

You heard a familiar ping come from your laptop, a sign that everything was up and working on your end.

“Great…” you sigh and roll your eyes, “Time for another show.” You’re a cam girl, and a pretty successful one at that, but it never failed to make you rethink your career path when you logged in at the same time every night like clockwork. You didn’t have a specialty so to speak but you did have a specific clientele, so you did what you do best; angle your camera, adjust your lingerie and press the glaring red go live button to start your show.

[r0binhood]: how’s our favorite girl?

[seraphicsiren]: tired, been pretty low energy lately but i’m ready to please as always!

Your number one fan, r0binhood, was finally there and that meant you’d be taking home at least $100 that night.

[r0binhood]: good, hopefully that means you have all of your toys charged ;)

Gag. He was probably some creep in his 50’s, rubbing one out on his wrinkly cock while you talk him through it but fuck it, his money was a nice cushion while you got back on your feet at the new apartment you were renting.

“Hi boys, let’s start shall we?” You purred, pushing the straps of your nightgown down ever so slowly just to tease your viewers. Suddenly you hear a familiar notification, your first tip of the night. A few tokens here and there from desperate men trying to get your attention but you knew better. You knew if you wanted the real money, you would wait for him.

r0binhood has sent you 50 tokens.

There it is. You push down your nightgown, exposing the lacey bra underneath, a slew of tips flooding your notifications once more. They never got to see your face, it was your one rule, and it kept the mystery alive for them. You won’t have a breach of privacy and they can imagine you look like their wildest, wettest dreams.

[r0binhood]: private show?

[seraphicsiren]: you know the rules, private shows are 500 an hour.

He wouldn’t, you knew better than to expect a man to buy that sort of time on one of your shows. Sure, you may make a few hundred per show along with your other forms of income but a private show? In your dreams. You were asking $25 an hour for your time, it wasn’t much but most men would tune out then and there.

r0binhood bought a private show.

The screen went blank, no notifications to be had and then an empty chat popped up.

[r0binhood]: hi princess. just thought i’d spoil myself and see what you can do for me with the time we have here.

You were used to entertaining multiple men, and sometimes others, at the best of times on your streams. This was scary, this was something you were completely foreign to.

[seraphicsiren]: you have an hour of my time to tell me to do whatever it is you’d like. my attention is all on you.

Your hands were shaking, sweaty, and clammy at the thought of performing for one person. You had been intimate in the past, that wasn’t the issue, he was paying for you to please him this time. And while yes, you knew what he liked more or less, he was still someone completely stranger to you.

[r0binhood]: why don’t you start off with the bullet, don’t take anything off, just use the bullet on yourself.

You grabbed the compact vibrator from your nightstand, flipping the switch to the on position as it came to life with a whirring sound. Most often than not, you were in control of the speed and rhythm, but tonight he had tricks up his sleeve.

r0binhood redeemed 300 tokens for bullet control.

Shit. You begrudgingly sent the link for a 10 minute session on your vibrator.

[seraphicsiren]: use those 10 minutes wisely

[r0binhood]: i’ll only need 5

An immediate slow vibration started against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your nerves.

“Fuck…” you moan under your breath. Usually men like him would spend their 10 minutes of control on the highest setting, they never knew what you liked. They thought all women must like a high intensity session when it just felt boring to you, but you faked orgasm after orgasm when they were in control to make them feel better.

Not this time. No, this man knew what he was doing, he slowly upped the intensity until he heard that hitch in your breathing, the one that indicated that it must have felt good.

“Mmnh…that feels so good, christ…” you lolled your head back, rutting against the vibrator and a pillow under you for better friction. He must have noticed the way you were reacting because he immediately switched up the intensity for a split second to grab your attention.

[r0binhood]: needed your attention sweetheart, i want your eyes on me, i want to watch you come undone.

This man… he commanded his attention, and he commanded it well. Why was this man behind the screen making you feel horny for some god forsaken reason? Was it the dominance? The control he had over you at this moment? Fuck it, you didn’t care, it just felt so damn good.

Another minute passed before he grew bored of the intensity, turning it up a setting or two.

“Shit!” You squeaked, panting like a dog at the feeling between your legs. You were soaking, dripping all over your pretty red sheets and pillows, grinding down for some semblance of friction against your puffy, needy cunt.

Soon enough, the setting he was at was beginning to make you see stars. Babbling nonsense and a string of curses as you kept humping your pillow like a horny teen until—

“SHITSHITSHIT!” You felt that tight coil in your stomach pop, squirting all over your sheets and everything within a small distance of you. You wanted to collapse, you could feel your legs turn to jelly as you tried to crawl back to your laptop.

[seraphicsiren]: 5 minutes…left…

You knew he was chuckling behind his screen, because how the fuck did he get you to squirt on camera with just him in control.

[r0binhood]: i’ll let you be for tonight, here’s the rest of my tokens. i’ll be back tomorrow night if you’re online. see ya princess.

r0binhood tipped 1000 tokens.

Not long afterwards you ended your stream, too spent and shocked to continue for the night. You shut your laptop, cleaned your bed and made a beeline for your kitchen.

“How the fuck did he do that…” you racked your brain for the amount of times you had actually cum on stream. You could count the times on one hand and now make that two hands. You were still throbbing, rubbing your legs together while you washed some dishes in your sink. You never noticed the window in your kitchen was facing another occupied apartment until just now.

“Huh…wonder who lives there.” You watch the light from their tv flicker different colors. Suddenly you see movement, someone getting closer to the window. Holy fuck.

He looks directly at you, a smile wide on his face as he waves and opens his window. You were awestruck for a moment, he was gorgeous. Not in a model way but something different. He was rugged and manly but still somehow read as boyish. After a few moments you join him in opening your window, leaning out ever so slightly.

“Hi! I’m Roy, nice to see a friendly face across the way for once!” He shouted.

“I’m Y/N, I’m guessing this place was empty for a bit?”

“Yeah, this isn’t really the nicest building around but it's got charm! What do you say we meet for coffee sometime? I haven’t met anyone around my age in forever.”

“Yeah! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

He smiles a toothy grin. God he was cute, missing a tooth by his right canine and light ginger stubble littered his chin. He nodded while you were busy taking in every feature of his face and he chuckled.

“Hey, get some sleep, you look out of it.” He shook his head, still smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t tell if you were throbbing from the mind numbing orgasm you had earlier or if his kind smile had your brain in a tizzy, either way you needed to take care of that feeling before bed. You finished up dishes in the kitchen, closed your window and headed straight for the cum soaked bed.

You were honestly too tired and too horny to care so you grabbed the nearest towel and dropped it on top of your sheets. You could worry about that in the morning, right now you needed sweet relief. And with your final spur of energy you grabbed your dildo and got right to work at the thought of that hot ginger across the hall.

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[faithwounded]

disclaimer

this is a multimuse blog with predominantly mythology/lore and literature based or inspired muses. most muses would be classified as oc’s as they are interpretation and headcanon based. there may be the occasional canon muse.

i have no affiliations with any of the face claims used on this blog, or the media they are sourced from. however there is plenty of my own headcanons and creations on here that are not to be distributed elsewhere.

general

this blog is mutuals only and selective. meaning i will only respond in character to people i follow and who follow me. out of character depends on the context and content of the communication.

personal blogs may send out of character questions or messages, but are not to interact with any posts. this is to keep my notifications manageable. doing so will result in a block.

 underage muns will be blocked on sight. if you do not have an age range listed, i simply won’t interact. i myself am well over 21.

at minimum for me to follow, you must have a rules page and an about for oc’s. in progress pages are fine, just something for me to work with. posts must also be cut, and content tagged.

nsfw is something i quite enjoy writing, but only with muns over 21. i don’t use readmores, but it is always tagged. my nsfw tag is “nsfw   (( lover to lover ))”. so far that hasn’t been caught by the filter. if it changes i’ll make a post.

due to the content of this blog there will be triggers present. i tag all the main things under “tw:______” if you need anything else tagged please let me know. i will not tag dogs because i use my dog as my mun faceclaim.

as to my triggers: if you have images of clowns or needles on your blog, please do not follow. i’m not super comfortable with horror source material either, so i’ll be more comfortable if you have tags for me to blacklist

just don’t be a dick, basically. don’t police my blog and i won’t police yours. but also, i will not tolerate out of character racism, homophobia, sexism etc. however, i’m adult enough to understand that muses aren’t perfect. in character has different standards.

when rebabbling asks, i would prefer you please do it from the source, unless you’ve sent one in. i’ve been used as a resource blog before, kinda hate it.

writing

i tend to skew a little shorter on writing 1-3 paragraph type of thing, only because novellas take me a long ass time to reply to. i’m open to doing them with established mutuals, but please be aware they will take me a while.

you don’t have to match my length, just give me something to work with.

if you want to start writing with me, the best way to do so is via an ask. there’s no time limits on my asks, send them whenever the hell you want. i just ask that you yeet it into a new post if you want to continue. also completely adore being tagged in random starters.

please specify a muse, or at least narrow it down to 2-3 options. if we’ve been writing for a while and chatting ooc, i don’t mind as much. if you approach me with a plot however, i’m happy to pick a muse i think would work best for that plot.

i am a totally hopeless romantic, but not all the muses are. means i am 100% okay with shipping, and okay to go into an interaction looking for that - even if it’s a first interaction - just please let me know that’s what we’re looking for. some muses will do the romance thing, some will need to be discussed. also very much of the opinion that sex doesn’t need love, and a few of the muses agree, so we can do that too.

muses come and go at times, and replies get done according to that. does mean that sometimes there will be a long wait. i will try and let you know if im losing muse. also means i am 3000% okay with multiple threads both with the same muse and with others

i use small font, and some formatting when i can be bothered. i ask you please do not use small + sub/sup as i cannot fucking read it, and it gives me a migraine just trying. like literal migraine, in bed in severe pain for hours. my icons/gifs are various styles and sizes. some are made by me, most are sourced elsewhere and used according to those rules

the mun

my name is rhi, ari or lili depending on how you know me she/her. i’m a 21+ australian.

this is my catch all blog for any muses that take my fancy. save me opening and closing new blogs every few weeks. i am notorious for abandoning blogs every 6-12 months and then coming back to them. so if i do randomly disappear one day, i will probably be back lmao.

my writing schedule is pretty irregular because ..... well i don't really have an excuse. life i guess. 

i’m really quite shy, and struggle with the first approach. doesn’t mean i don’t want to write - just shy. one of those people who’s eternally worried i’m being a bother. will panic if i think i’ve sent a meme too long after you’ve posted it. i just ask for a bit of gentleness please.

thanks for reading and i cant wait to write with you !!! <3

[blueberry-pride]

Firstly, congratulations on your 100 followers!! I hope you're taking good care of yourselves.

May I request Idia Shroud with a gn! reader who really loves to take care of him? They're always telling him going to sleep so late at night is harmful for his health, or how he should eat healthy-

Thank you ^^ have a great day ahead.

Idia with A Nurturing GN! Reader

Berry: thank you so much! and thank you for asking<3 Skye and I are fine we're just dealing with some things outside of Tumblr right now but no need to worry.

I really had fun doing this cuz I actually do this sometimes to Skye and some of my other friends XD So I hope you all enjoy~

Warnings: none

Idia didn't expect anyone else other than him and Ortho to be awake at 2 AM. That was until he received a message from you in the midst of one of his late-night video game raids.

(Y/N): Must be a glitch on my phone or the website cuz why are you awake Mr. Idia Shroud.

Idia briefly shrugged it off thinking it was one of his online friends like Crimson Knight messaging him but his peripheral view made him do a double-take.

'GAME OVER' his screen said as his focus was now on that one message you sent. His heart was pounding from the sudden text that he just froze for a sec. "Nii-san, what's wrong?" Ortho floated towards him but Idia quickly snatched his phone. "N-nothing!" He stammered to which Ortho furrowed his brows at him.

"Don't lie to me, I briefly saw that it was (Y/N)'s profile that popped up! Why were they awake at this hour?" He asked as he tries to peer through his older brother's shoulder. That got Idia to stop budging and thought of a snarky reply.

Idia: I could say the same thing for you (Y/N)-shi, Weren't you the one that always sleeps through the night like every other normie?

He texted with a confident smile on his face. What he didn't expect was for you to reply so fast.

(Y/N): I randomly woke up in the middle of the night but I guess it was my gut telling me that YOU were staying up late...AGAIN

Idia: That was rather fast

(Y/N): Idiaaaa you promised both me AND Ortho you'd start to sleep earlier than well...NOW

Idia sighed as he looked at Ortho who appeared to look smug with his arms crossed. "(Y/N) (L/N) is a good person, nii-san, don't ruin it." He noted. The two shroud brothers then heard another message notification coming from you.

(Y/N): Ortho's rubbing it in your face, isn't he?

Idia: He is

(Y/N): Why aren't you still sleeping?

Idia: Because I need to finish this domain or I won't be able to have enough stuff for my party and THEN I'll have to wait for a few days before the domain opens up again and THEN it'll set my progress back for about a month, so on and so forth'

(Y/N): ....

Idia: You see my problem now (Y/N)-shi?

(Y/N):I see A problem Yes Idia, I do, I play the same game as you remember?

Idia: Good, now if you'll excuse me I have another domain to raid.

After that response, Idia already put his headphones back on and readjusted his seat. He was a few millimeters away from his hands on his keyboard when he heard another message notification pop up. "Please let it be Crimson, please let it be crimson." He muttered to himself and unfortunately it wasn't what he had hoped.

(Y/N): Look at it this way, you're scraping every last HP. Didn't you say before that there's a difference between short rest and long rest?

Idia: ...yes

(Y/N): Well if you see yourself as someone above us "normies" Getting long rest would give you a boost up when playing and it would make such a big difference.

Idia:...

(Y/N): What's better, the normal HP you're on right now every day or HP with bonuses like dexterity and strength?

Idia: Why are you persistent?'

(Y/N): Because Ortho and I are worried about you...go get some sleep and you'll see the difference...please

Idia then glanced at his side to see Ortho giving him the puppy dog eyes, yellow eyes sparkling to try and wear Idia down with his sad yet cute expression.

Idia: yeah yeah, unlike my HP, yours is probably at 1 rn LOL

(Y/N): Oh it sure feels like it but I have proficiency in persuasion, especially with people I'm really close with <3

Idia: That's not how it works

(Y/N): Are YOU the DM? don't answer that GOODNIGHT

And with that, Idia saw the little green dot next to your profile turn from green to gray, signifying you've already turned off your phone. Idia sighed as he began to make last-minute saves and storage checks before he finally ended the game two hours earlier than he wanted. He grumbled a bit but when he saw Ortho's eyes closed happily, he had a soft smile placed on his lips. Ortho happily went into his pod and looked to Idia who was preparing his bed.

"Night nii-san!" Ortho chirped.

"G'night Ortho." He replied and as he lay on his bed, he unconsciously scrolled back through the conversation he just had. "And g'night to you (Y/N)…" He murmured as his tiredness washed over him, pulling him to a much-needed sleep.

[theinvisiblecapricorn]

Surprise.. Surprise.. Part Two.

Click here to read part 1:

Fluff and a bit of mentioned smut implied.

Part two.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This isn’t real right? Was I dreaming? I mean, I didn’t have a lot of sleep last night because I was worried sick due to Y/N not responding to me anymore.

I rub my eyes as I watch in the direction of the person again and there’s no way it couldn’t be her.

Then she turns her face into my direction and my heart starts pounding. There she is, the love of my life, the only person who can make my day just by popping up in my notifications, Y/N.

As I try to open my door, I hear Alex locking it.

‘’ Let me out! ‘’ I look at Alex as I try to unlock the door, but unable because he keeps his hand in front of the lock.

‘’ You haven’t answered my question yet. ‘’ Alex smirks at me, but I do not find it funny at all.

‘’ Please let me out and I’ll show you what I would do if she were to stand in front of me ‘’

And with, I heard the door unlock. I jumped out of the car and ran as fast as I could to the person who I longed for the most.

// Y/N’s POV //

I just stand there, frozen, as Vinnie is trying his best to escape from Alex’s car.

I think to myself: ‘’ Oh my god, okay this is really happening. How’s my hair? Does my breath stink? I mean, I just got of a 11-hour long plane flight. What if he doesn’t like the way I look? What if I’m not even near what he expected me to be? ‘’ I start to panic, but no time for that because before I know it I am attacked by two strong arms that lift me of the ground. Almost instantly, as I feel his warmth, my entire body relaxes as I wrap my legs around his torso. Feeling safe and calm in the arms of the boy that I love.

( Vinnie & Y/N )

‘’ Vinnie.. ‘’ I feel my eyes getting watery as my hands find their way into his dirty blonde curls.

He looks up at me, with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes as well. God, he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.

‘’ Y/N, I can’t believe it.. *sniff* you’re finally here. ‘’ His voice cracks a bit as he tries to hold back the tears.

‘’ Oh baby, yes I am. And I’m planning on staying that way for a while. ‘’ I wipe his tears as we stare into each other’s eyes.

‘’ May I kiss you, please? ‘’ He asks, in a hesitantly way.

I nod as our lips come closer. This is the moment I have been waiting for.

// Vinnie’s POV //

The moment I held Y/N in my arms, I could feel our hearts melt together as one. This was everything I have ever dreamed about. She was finally where she belonged, with me. I tried to hold back the tears from escaping my eyes but failed terribly. I didn’t care though. It were tears of joy, the tears you get when you finally found your forever home after all the disappointments from past experiences. We both were ready to give up, on finding someone. Instead, I can almost with 100% say we found the one. The kind of person who you want to share the rest of your life with, who doesn’t back out easily and is ready to fight for it, no matter the cost. I’m ready to be that person for Y/N, to show her that real love indeed does exists. Whatever it takes.

‘’ May I kiss you, please? ‘’ I couldn’t wait to kiss and love her, but I’m not one to rush things in.

As soon as she nods, I caress her cheek with my hand, while my other hand supports her body.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

We connect our lips at the same time. I swear to God, if you looked closely, I’m positive you would’ve seen fireworks coming from between us. Her lips are soft, like velvet rose petals. I set her on the ground, as I deepen the kiss. Both hands on her cheeks. Her face, not her butt, I am a gentleman okay.

‘’ Well, guys I guess this is the answer we’ve been looking for. ‘’ Alex zooms in on our kiss before turning the camera towards himself.

‘’ I hope you guys enjoyed this video, make sure to give it a thumbs up, subscribe if not already and we will see you in the next. Vinnie, Y/N say bye to our viewers!” Y/N pulls back from the kiss first to turn towards Alex and blows kisses while smiling. The most beautiful smile you’ll ever get to see if you’d ask me. I wave as well, while holding Y/N close to me.

Alex stops recording and walks towards us, he greets Y/N and gives me a hug.

‘’ So, I gather you like your surprise? ‘’

‘’ Yes, I do. Thanks Alex. I appreciate it. ‘’

‘’ Hey, sometimes I can be a nice guy, plus the number of views we’re getting once I put this video online will be insane. ‘’

Y/N giggles at Alex’s comment and my heart almost bursts out of my chest just by hearing it.

Alex walks inside of the house as I take Y/N’s hand.

‘’ Want to see my room? ‘’ I smirk as she blushes.

‘’ Vincent Hacker, are you trying to fuck me? On our first date? ‘��� I freeze, panic, start sweating.

‘’ What? Me? Never. ‘’ I relax as Y/N begins to laugh.

‘’ Sure, and for the record, I wouldn’t mind though. ‘’ She smirks as we start walking towards the house. This girl will be the end of me.

// Y/N’s POV //

We walk through the house as I greet everyone.

Vinnie takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.

‘’ Ayo, don’t forget to use a condom lovebirds. ‘’ Michael yells.

Vinnie turns around to flip him off as we continue to walk up the stairs.

We walk into his room and it’s bigger than I had imagined.

I stare at the wall with the painting on it, it’s beautiful. When I turn around I see his desk with his filming set up. I remember the nights on which I got a notification that Vinnie was streaming on Twitch. He told me that he streams when he’s tired because it gives him an energy boost. But once he ends the stream, it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep.

I look around his room further as I feel two strong arms around my waist. Warm breath in my neck, followed by small kisses. I giggle.

‘’ What do you want to do, baby? ‘’ He asks me in a huskily voice.

‘’ Well, first of all I would love to take a shower. My hair looks rough, and I could use a bit body wash as well. And after that, I want to be anywhere as long as I am close to you. ‘’ Vinnie turns me around as he gives me a long and loving kiss on my lips.

He walks to his closet and pulls out a big sized T-shirt of his own. One I recognize from our late night facetimes. ‘’ Here, wear this. It’ll look amazing on you. ‘’ I smile as I take it from him.

‘’ Care to join me in the shower? It’ll save water and I would love to see you in your natural thirst trap habitat. ‘’ Vinnie blushes. I haven’t seen him blush before and I think it's the cutest thing ever.

‘’ You... you want me to? I mean... it’s no big deal. We live in a house full of people who work. We earn enough money so don’t you worry about the water bill; I can stay here and shower when you’re d...’’

I pull him closer to me as I stare into his eyes. I ghost my lips over his.

‘’ Vin, I want you to join me in the shower. I’ve been waiting for this long enough. Please join me, I promise I won’t bite. ‘’ I wink at him as I give him a quick peck on the lips. He moans against my lips.

Before I can say anything else, I feel Vinnie pull me into his bathroom and locking it. It’s going to be a long night.

Please let me know what you think and if you want a part 3. :)

[xxcureangelxx]

5, 9, 10, 13, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 30-35, 38-42, 44-46, 50, 52, 54, 60-62, 66, 71-74, 86-91, 96, 100! 😊

okay I literally have no clue how old this is and if I'm even taking the questions from the right post but here goes I guess? 🙈

<u>5. What is your favorite Color?</u>

PURPLE

<u>9. How tall are you?</u>

about 1,70 meters or 5'7"

<u>10. What shoe size are you?</u>

size 40-41, I think that's about 8 in US sizes?

<u>13. What talents do you have?</u>

uhhh good question... not sure if it counts but I guess I'm quite good at a lot if things but can't do anything extraordinarily well?

<u>20. Are you religious?</u>

Absolutely not. Due to family history and a lot of other things I'm actually against it a lot but people can do whatever they feel like is right for them as long as they don't harm others with it.

<u>21. Have you ever been to the hospital?</u>

Yes, quite a lot actually. practically grew up in hospitals as a baby because of kidney issues, broke both my legs with 4 years old, had to revisit for tests a lot during my childhood because of the kidney issue. it calmed down afterwards until I was back in hospital last year because of my terrible mental health and I'm currently in a rehabilitation clinic for it as well.

<u>24. Baths or showers?</u>

Shower's because we don't have a bathtub

<u>25. What color socks are you wearing?</u>

currently none, I love going barefoot, but usually I wear white, gray or black. I know... I'm a bad gay.. no rainbow socks (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

<u>28. What type of music do you like?</u>

you know.... I hate this question with a passion even though I love music so I'll just throw in my yt-playlist here and everyone who's interested can look through it to get a picture xD not sorted in any way and not a conclusive list at all, I just add songs as I find them

<u>30. How many pillows do you sleep with?</u>

mostly just one at a time but I've got two different ones. one is the normal fluffy kinda pillow, the other is made of some kinda foam material and rather thin.

<u>31. What position do you usually sleep in?</u>

I'm always lying on the side! have been doing that since I was a baby too.

<u>32. How big is your house?</u>

compared to what? 🙈 I'd say decent size for 5 people to live in, would have space for 1-2 more if rooms were used differently but definitely not enough to comfortably live with 12 or even more people like my family used to. we've got like 3 proper sleeping rooms (one of which is the attic so not very nice in terms of heat and the staircase is smack in the middle of the room), a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room, a tiny bathroom that barely fits a toilet and shower, and the basement is a mix of storage, electrics and stuff, washing room/utility room and it's got another smaller room that's been turned back into a small workshop but used to be the room of my brother and later my grandmother.

<u>33. What do you typically have for breakfast?</u>

I guess this is where it shows that I'm german but we usually just eat bread (preferably whole grain) with cheese or slices of salami or ..meat sausage? is that a proper translation? 🤨 idk... it's rather simple really. on the weekend maybe buns and boiled eggs. on the occasion that I'm too tired for it or don't have enough time I eat cereals but it's not very common when I'm at work/school

<u>34. Have you ever fired a gun?</u>

No, and I don't want to

<u>35. Have you ever tried archery?</u>

Yes!! I did last year when I was in the hospital and it was super fun! was quite good at it as well, even for my first try 😤

<u>38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?</u>

I think about 3 days? if we count "barely unconscious for a few hours" as sleep that is... otherwise no clue...my memory of the bad sleepless time is quite hazy lol

<u>39. Do you have any scars?</u>

yeah, quite a few tbh. got 2 huge ones from surgeries due to my kidney issues, well they look like 2 but it's actually multiple ones since they simply cut open party of the old ones again, tiny hooman apparently have very little skin. then I got some other ones here and there from accidents, general dumbness, etc, like when I cut through my sunday morning bun and almost cut half of the tip of my finger off because my mother sharpened the knife and didn't tell me or that time as a kid I couldn't wait for my ironing pearl pictures to be done and burned myself on the hot iron, mostly stuff like that.

<u>40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?</u>

I mean.. if they're a secret... how would I know? ;) not sure if it counts that it took me months to realize I had a crush on my best friend and the feelings were reciprocated and I was too blind to see the signs?

<u>41. Are you a good liar?</u>

Nope. People actually think I'm lying more often than I lie... so.... :/

<u>42. Are you a good judge of character?</u>

I'm.. honestly not sure what this one means? like, am I able to judge what kind of character a person has after barely meeting them or smth? if so, I'm terrible at it

<u>44. Do you have a strong accent?</u>

in german? nope. in english? hmm hard to judge since I rarely hear myself speak. I think the stuff I do know how to pronounce is mostly okay but since I learned it through reading I'm simply unsure of a lot of pronunciations. 'also'.... I can not for the life of me pronouns that word no matter how many times I hear it... it's kinda become a quirk after some classmates pointed it out to me and I'm incredibly aware how terrible I say the word but.... just can't get rid of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

<u>45. What is your favorite accent?</u>

I.. actually really love the way my best friend talks? 👉👈 they're french btw. just... typical me for struggling to understand them though, already terrible at it in german too...

<u>46. What is your personality type?</u>

honestly, I don't think I can answer that. I'm big on self loathing and everything's pretty shitty so, no thanks

<u>50. Left or right handed?</u>

Right handed. but does it even count id I'm bad at doing things with that hand too? lol

<u>52. Favorite food?</u>

hmmmm tough question... not the biggest fan of food in general a lot of the time... probably Züricher Geschnetzeltes

<u>54. Are you a clean or a messy person?</u>

Definitely messy. my allergies did not like this post trying to clean and tidy up more often though. my depression does not like this post either

<u>60. Do you talk to yourself?</u>

sometimes. quite a bit when watching movies or if I mess stuff up

<u>61. Do you sing to yourself?</u>

barely. got a lot of bad experiences with that so i keep my singing to a minimum. my shower is a great listener though

<u>62. Are you a good singer?</u>

I was in a choir for a few years when I went to 'middle school' and I had like one solo part once but other than that I can't really say because I barely ever sing in front of people

<u>66. Do you like long or shor hair?</u>

this question is currently my absolute nemesis.. I've got suuuper duper long hair and have had it ever since elementary school and I used to be super happy with it and sometimes I still am happy with it but other days, depending on where I'm at genderwise, I absolutely hate it and I just want to take the closest scissors and cut it all off... currently haven't had the guts to look for new hair styles though... but in other people? or women more specifically? I love long hair 🥺

<u>71. What makes you nervous?</u>

Or the shorter question: what doesn't make me nervous... I'd say pretty much everything has got the potential to make me nervous. I'm an overthinker, anxiety is a big thing for me and ptsd makes me scared of almost everything. so.. yeah... sucks to be me sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

<u>72. Are you scared of the dark?</u>

Yes, very

<u>73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?</u>

I try not to but sadly I sometimes do, even if it's not my place to. I really don't like that part and hope I'll be able to learn not to sometime

<u>74. Are you ticklish?</u>

Yes and I hate it 😭

<u>86. What are you allergic to?</u>

again, easier question: what am I not allergic to... it's... a lot... like, really a lot. with the test on the skin of my arm I reacted to every single substance and the more thorough blood test lead to much of the same result. the absolute worst are birch trees (pitty, love those), then the usual pollen of pretty much every tree or flower, all animals with fur or feathers, dust and... yeah list goes on and on, you get the picture... :/

<u>87. Do you keep a journal?</u>

no.. have tried to multiple times in the past but never made it more than a week... too depressing to write and read... the therapist at the rehab clinic is currently forcing me to try a positivity diary for the millionths time, can't even get that done each day even though I'm doing it on my phone and get notifications to do it each evening...

<u>88. What do your parents do?</u>

making my life hell lol.. okay on a serious note, my father was a car electrician, he's retired by now, my mother is a housewife, she used to work different jobs before her first kid, later on she took care of my grandmother who was suffering from dementia, got some money and retirement points for that too.

<u>89. Do you like your age?</u>

I-... I don't know? it's weird because I both feel a lot younger and a lot older than I am rn....

<u>90. What makes you angry?</u>

another tough question... I actually have anger issues in that way that I'm barely capable of feeling anger... used to be worse but I already worked a lot on it in therapy so there's at least some there now... in the past I simply started to cry and felt overwhelmed by sadness whenever I was supposed to feel anger... so I can't tell very well what makes me angry because I first have to realize that I'm feeling anger or more like should be feeling it....

<u>91. Do you like your own name?</u>

Not really, no, but I guess I finally figured out some reasons why.. I've recently started going by a bit of a different name too but only my closest friends know so far and I'm not sure if I'll be using it irl at all..

<u>96. How did you get your name?</u>

I'm still trying to get my mother to admit that she named me after this song but she keeps denying it.. she's a fan of this band so it would have fit.. but she keeps saying she just liked the name, no long thought process behind it..

my chosen name is a bit of a different story. an ex friend I got to know through yt gave me that nickname almost 10 years ago after I complained that you can't make a shorter nickname out of my birthname and it's also the name of s character I like, especially his voice, and... idk it just feels more gender neutral and I simply feel comfortable with it. it just fit.

<u>100. Color of your room?</u>

same as question 5: Purple 🥰 or... well half the walls are purple, the other half is white

phew... can't believe I made it through all of these....

in case people haven't noticed yet, I'm currently kinda getting back into tumblr? I think I've already stayed a lot longer than any times I tried getting back before. it mostly started because we've got super bad wifi at the clinc I'm at rn and reddit takes up waaayy too much mobile data and... idk, I guess I just missed the vibe of tumblr

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stick around but we'll see

[shibalen]

[1/3] Hi~ May I pls request a Magi + KnY romantic male matchup? I'm a 5'0 hetero fem. I love to draw & sing especially! (I sing opera & I wanna be a voice teacher) I often take endless pics of the sunset and sea bc it's so pretty. I dislike bossy ppl. Quirk: I have a red birthmark on my arm shaped like Alaska lol! To strangers, I'm quiet, shy, friendly, and kind of a loner bc I'm rlly awkward (plus I value my time alone) I easily open up to funny ppl tho.

[2/3] In private, I'm more chill, funny & playful, especially w/ family. I can joke around them a lot. I have a short temper but I forgive just as quickly. I tend to smile or laugh a lot if I'm feeling embarrassed, sometimes I feel stupid for doing so :( I can be hard on myself yet I feel it's necessary to improve. I'm an appreciative person so I'll say thank you like 1000 times lol! I like to be straightforward in relationships even tho I still may be shy. I highly value family & honesty.

[3/3] I'd prefer a s/o who is family-oriented, devoted & genuine. It'd be great if they have a sense of humor too! I'd be the type to sing softly to my s/o while we're alone and close together. Maybe try to lull them to sleep, hehe! Thank you so much! Sorry it was so long, please take your time! I appreciate your hard work! Stay safe and healthy!! (*´︶`*)ﾉ"=͟͟͞͞♡

♡︎ matchup for @ne-nene-ne

bonjour! omg we sound so much alike? idk maybe it's just me? hehe

anyhowdies, thank you for your patience and popping up in my notifications so often! here is your mauchup~

|| magi: i match you with . . .

koumei ren

• since Koumei is not fond of loud and lively people, he would love all of your qualities! you're quiet but still easy to get along with, playful but value family as much as he. someone as well-balanced is a good match for him.

• he completely understands the habit of being hard on oneself. i feel like he's like that as well (hence all those hours of work) while he can appreciate your need to improve, he never fails to check up on you, ensuring you're not being overly critical of yourself.

• you wish he could do the same for himself because the words 'enough sleep' and 'self care' do not apparently belong into this man's vocabulary. you gotta gently remind him to eat and take a bath.

• also pls lull him to sleep, he needs it. all those late nights planning military strategies have done their part so your heavenly voice is the only thing that can put him at ease.

• you can just be talking and he already finds himself relaxing.

• he's eternally grateful to you for coming into his life ♡︎

• Komei is incredibly devoted and would never dream of betraying you. if he comes back late, know he was not out doing anything unfaithful but once again got emerged in planning tactics.

• he knows you get angry at him sometimes for it so he will try to make it up to you by any means!

• your first meeting was at an arranged marriage. your arranged marriage. it was something neither of you wanted at first and honestly it was pretty awkward with both of you being more reserved (ーー;)

• it wasn't until you bumped into each other in the drawing room that you began talking about your shared interests and growing closer.

• since then drawing became reserved for spending quality time together and relaxing.

• Koumei got a tad insecure though when he realised he had fallen in love with you although you were already married. he knew he was inferior when it came to appearances and quite sloppy in mannerisms compared to his brothers, poor thing.

• thankfully you caught onto that quite quickly and reassured him you loved him just the way he was ♡( ◡‿◡ )

• for someone so smart Koumei had no idea what to do except stand there with butterflies in his stomach and heart warming up so much the heat reached to his cheeks.

• he may appear like a gentleman, but once you've gotten past that layer you'll find out he has quite the sense of humor.

• you can joke around with him all you want as long as it's about nothing too inappropriate. you should also expect some light-hearted teasing, hehe

• i'm sorry to say this but occasionally your height will be targeted, he can't help but rest his hand on your head. it's cute, it's vulnerable, it's free real estate!

• if you get annoyed by this he'll just feign innocence . . .

• "could you stop using me as your armrest?"

• "armrest? what are you talking about? i am simply expressing my love for you through physical affection, my dear :)"

• more than teasing though, Koumei likes complimenting you. he will ruffle your hair affectionately, tell you what a good job you've done, how pretty you you look. you might think it's just flattery but rest assured all of these come from his heart!

• look no further because Koumei will use his status to show you the most beautiful sceneries in Kou.

• sunsets from high towers, a wide view of the ocean from imperial ships. when you've got a bit more time he'll carry you through the skies at twilight with his djin equip.

• sneaky bastard might just do a few stunts to have you cling onto him tighter (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

• he prefers staying indoors during his free time so he'd be more than happy to listen to you practice opera singing.

• sometimes he goes outside to feed pidgeons and invites you along. those are such peaceful moments when you can talk about your worries or just admire how nice the weather is.

• Koumei lowkey prays you won't get into fights with Kouen or Kouha because they're both really bossy and you have a short temper.

• but because family is important for them as well, you'll learn to get by. he's so happy.

• though when will you start to think about having your own family? that's a question for later date because at the moment all Koumei wants is to live a happy, comfortable life with you ♡︎

runner up: Alibaba Saluja

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

|| kimetsu no yaiba: i match you with . . .

tanjirō kamado

• you guys have such matching sweetheart energies that i had to put you together!

• you also have the same values of family and honesty which makes your relationship all the stronger. you both respect each other and there is nothing but trust in your communication.

• your first meeting happened when you were teamed up together for a mission along with Zenitsu and Inosuke. Zenitsu immediately, of course, got googly eyed for you and feral boy Inosuke wanted to fight you.

• you started feeling awkward with so much going on but Tanjirō quickly got them to give you space.

• he approached you so kindly, understanding you were shy in this new situation.

• it took little time for you to open up to the Kamaboko gang, seeing as how bizarre they are, but Tanjirō was special from the beginning. needless to say, he was curious about you as well |ω-o)

• you two hit it off so well and continued to hang out after the mission. he never pressured you to talk and his patience felt almost godsent. with every new bit he learnt about you Tanjirō found himself becoming more and more enamoured with you.

• he finds your playful yet relaxed mannerisms so pleasant. you're like his sanctuary whenever he needs a break from the restless world around him. he knows he can tell you everything and anything and you'll listen.

• Tanjirō absolutely loves pampering you! you're such a lovely person that all he wants is to make sure you receive back all the positivity that you spread around.

• he won't judge you for your short temper, i mean he's friends with Inosuke after all. he'll only ever look at you with sweet, loving eyes.

• if you do have a small argument, you both end up apologising a million times and laughing cause neither of you will stop saying sorry. it's the cutest thing.

• Tanjirō is a bit on the serious side, and it's canon that he's insecure about the trait. it would be so wholesome if you taught him how to loosen up and joke around!

• he'd be clumsy at it at first but gradually get the hang of it.

• his jokes would still be so bad, poor child. you think it's really adorable though and laugh anyway ♡︎

• that proud twinkle in his eyes when he sees he succeeded making you smile is just— asdfghjk so full of love

• will assure you there is never anything wrong with laughing or smiling. your laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds to him so be prepared for a lot of silly jokes.

• please teach this boy to draw, i'm begging

• you and Nezuko are basically like siblings already. Tanjirō's heart swells every time he finds you with Nezuko, braiding her hair, singing to her or even simply giving her headpats.

• it's during times like those especially that he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life together with you.

• won't not brag about it aloud but Tanjirō likes he's the only person that get to hear you sing (aside from Nezuko) it's like your little secret, something that's reserved for him alone

• Zenitsu always grits his teeth seeing what lovebirds you are. though you were both a little shy about it at first, there is almost always some physical affection between you: hand holding, leaning against each other, cute, fluttering kisses.

• his favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and lips. he may get a bit flustered if you do it to him though but that's because he's so happy ♡︎

• !sharing cool scar/birthmark stories!

• "see, it looks like Alaska!"

• ". . . what's an Alaska? is it an animal?"

• "no, it's a land, silly. a very faraway land."

• "oh, i see! we should go there together some day. it'll be great!"

• your dates include many walks and picnics in the forest. he wants to show you all the best views of sunsets and oceans there are!

• i know this sounds corny but Tanjirō will 100% gaze at you instead while you're admiring the scenery. your reaction is just so precious and you look absolutely stunning in the soft light. you can't really blame him for being smitten ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

• he will remind you every day how dear you are to him. with daily but meaningful displays of affection, Tanjirō lets you know he will never leave your side ♡︎

runner up: Kyōjuro Rengoku

i hope you enjoyed! i admit i haven't seen magi in ages so i don't know how well it turned out ㆆ﹏ㆆ but thank you for the kind wishes, and make sure to take time off to breathe ♡︎

[florbexter]

Hi i was wondering like if u can tell me any tips on writing that you've picked up? i know writing well comes with practice but like can u share the tips uve learnt?

Hey! I’m gonna be honest with you and admit that I’m not sure if you want advice on the creative side of writing or the technical side and if it’s just about writing fanfiction or original stuff, so I’m just going to jump in and info-dump stuff on you :D 

Find your comfort zone

You like to write? Great! Now find your comfort zone. What is it you want to write about? What is the genre, theme, trope you have the feeling you could write about forever? Find the stuff you want to write about and feel comfortable with because that’s the kind of story you already have the words for. It doesn’t necessarily mean that those are also the kind of stories you gravitate towards when you search for something to read, don’t feel obligated to try yourself on smut, fluff, angst, AU’s, hurt/comfort just because those themes dominate your bookmarks. 

When you found your comfort zone that doesn’t mean you have to stay there forever. About what you want to write can change over time and you may feel the need or want to dip your toes into writing stuff you haven’t thought about before. 

I believe that our writing comfort zone gives us confidence and is the source of joy about writing. Which is also tight with my next point :D

Don’t be afraid to be repetitive

Will I, hopefully, have 100+ Soulmate AU’s in a few years in my AO3 account? Yes! Most likely. 

Writing about the same theme, but slightly different trains our writing muscles, it makes you aware of how different characters can shape a story and how to set a different tone

Example: Soulmate AU about a soulmate-identifying-mark

Story 1 - Character A is someone who would jump onto the person wearing the right mark almost immediately, they are overjoyed, the tone of the fic will most likely be funny, heart-warming, fluffy.

Story 2 - Character A doesn’t think they’re deserving of love (childhood-trauma, bad break-up, etc) and won’t tell their soulmate that they know they are soulmates which makes way for a lot of angst, misunderstanding, and tears. 

Writing both of those stories will make you aware of tone, setting, how characters communicate, the need for dialogue or lack of it, the number of paragraphs about the inner thoughts of the character, etc. Don’t shy away from being repetitive in your ideas. It can lead to a lot of growth and insight into how a story works. 

Your reader isn’t stupid

There is a fine line between sharing what a reader needs to know to understand what is happening and oversharing. 

Example: Most of us, I assume, know how to undress a shirt.

Oversharing

Character A undresses. Because most of us know about the mechanics of undressing you don’t need ten paragraphs describing it. You just want your Character crossing the room while he gets rid of his shirt? Then that’s it. Move on. 

What the reader needs to know

Character A undresses. Character B is present. It makes them flustered and aware of their attraction to Character A even though they just get rid of a shirt. This information about Character B’s thoughts is worth more words on how Character A undresses. 

Try to be aware that just because you know what is going to happen in the story and what the character thinks doesn’t mean the reader knows. That can be tied to how a story is structured or from which POV you are writing. Be aware of what the reader needs to know at that specific point in the story.  

You are allowed to change what you have written

Just because you decided to upload something on AO3 doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to alter is afterwards. You read your story again and think that one paragraph could be longer, shorter, different? Change it. 

Idea-Dumping

I’m someone with a lot of ideas. Seriously I just looked at my writing folder and there are 12 fandoms present with over 100+ WIPs. 

Idea-Dumping is great because sometimes your head is stuffed with headcanons, ideas, dialogues, etc. Get that out of there if you want to concentrate on a certain story and don’t want to be interrupted by your own thoughts about a different fandom or a different character. There is no shame in having a WIP folder with documents with just one paragraph because that one paragraph is out of your mind, it is written and you can decide if you want to do something with it or not. 

Think of it as something of a writing warm-up. Not everything that has a document in your writing folders needs to be a fleshed-out story or needs to be uploaded on AO3. 

Learn to like your own writing

Seriously, learn to like your own writing. I get that there are, as always, different opinions on it, but I write because I want to read the stuff I write, so I always go back and read what I have written. 

This is also the reason why you should never start your Authors Notes or Summary with: hahaha this is bad omg don’t read it. 

I get it, you don’t want to assume, you want to protect yourself from a harsh critic that’s why you demean yourself beforehand to get that out of the way. 

Stop that. Stop that right now. Your story is worth reading, there will be readers who will love your story. 

For me, seeing a summary or a tag with oh this is bad will not make me click on the story because why should I read something that’s advertised as bad?  

Canon - Schmanon, the author is dead

Write that story about Character A being trans, asexual, non-binary. Do it! 

You think Character B is behaving a certain way because of a sentence in the source material and you need to write a 10k meta on it? Do it! 

We are shaped by our own realities and experiences, and if you want to project them onto your favourite fictional character? Do it! 

Accept stuff you can’t control

Comments

As with everything you put out for other people to consume, you can’t control their reaction to it. As nice as it is to get comments you kind of need to distance yourself from them because you will get comments that will upset you. Be it because the tone of the comment doesn’t match with what you want to hear or because someone thinks they need to lecture you on something, the list goes on and on. If you are anxious or not in a mental state to deal with those kinds of comments, turn off the email-notifications for comments or get someone you trust to monitor comments. 

Trends in your fandom

You have to accept that every fandom works differently. There are fandoms that are alive for a decade now, there will be fandoms that die out quickly. There will be trends in those fandoms. Popular pairings, popular themes, and sometimes what you want to write for that fandom won’t fit those criteria. Do it anyway. 

You can train to write more

Block time for your writing: You know you have one hour a day (or thirty minutes, or fifteen minutes) where you could write without interruption? Block this time and sit down. Write out dialogues, write down bullet-points, whatever moves you forward on a story.

Use your free time: you have a long daily commute? Put your note app to good use and jot down ideas for your next chapter, your next project etc. 

You decide what writing more means: Just because some are able to produce much in a smaller time frame than you doesn’t need to upset you. If you get stressed out, if you lose the joy about writing because you think you need to write more, write faster etc take a break. Yes, there are ways to train yourself to write more, but if that just upsets you or makes you anxious go back to the way that is comfortable for you. 

That’s it ^^ I can’t think of more right now, so I hope I could help you Anon.

[oikawa13]

love in the time of köttbullar

Shouyou sets the bowl on the tiny table with a flourish and an itadakimasu! and this is when it hits Atsumu harder than a Skurup to the temple:He wants this. Shouyou, hip cocked against the miniature kitchen countertop, smiling shyly up at Atsumu through the amber fan of his lashes, beautiful god-boy-man somehow glowing gold even under the buzzy LED lighting. Though they’re standing in a 430,000 square foot warehouse in Tsurumachi, Atsumu’s looking at Shouyou, and he’s home.

Amid the Flärdfull and the Smörboll, Miya Atsumu falls a little more in love.

words: 3,378 | rating: T

i’ve never been inside an ikea so this fic quite literally changed me as a person. sometimes loving a person is as scary as saying that first i love you!!!! and sometimes... love is easy as saying i love you at an ikea ; ;

LAUNCHING MERRILY DOWN THE PATH OF SIN (THE FIRST TIME)

"Bokuto said I should bring you home. But I don’t know where you live. So I took you here.”

“To hell?”

"No, Atsumu-san. To my apartment."

words: 1,990 | rating T

i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about this fic and then go on ao3 to reread it again its just so fdjgfhdjf good. i think about this shoyo a lot. theres something!!!! very dreamy going on here. this is the first part to a series btw, you can read them all if you want since theyre probably all around 1k :-)

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

The miracle of the rabbit on the moon.

“We took this photo at their seventh birthday party. His father baked a cake. But someone ate all the jellybeans off the top before they could even sing the birthday song. That’s why Atsumu cried. He used to cry a lot. It stopped when the twins found out about volleyball, but before that Atsumu would cry over everything. Spilled milk. A skinned knee. The neighbor’s dog. He was the twin that was scared of paper straws. It's funny how things have changed.

“He looks happier now. Did you do that?”

words: 10,456 | rating: T

so, this goes just a liiiiitle past 10k so its up to you if you want to read it or not, i just thought i’d include it since its so! close! lol theres this part!!!!! they are holding hands underneath the table!!!!!!!!! atsumu are you drunk?!!! no!!!!! hes just so stupidly in love with shoyo. i cant stand them!!!!!!!!!!!

wait for it, wait for it

The notifications are up at 100+ again and Hana wants to check it quickly to make sure nothing's wrong, especially because she'd just cleared them before the media scrum. The fans, she figured, must be overjoyed with the win.Congratulations MSBY Nation!!! the first reply reads. #myspiker #atsuhinaBoth tags, she finds, are currently trending in Japan.

Five times #atsuhina trended on volleyball Twitter and one time it should have (but luckily didn't), as told by the MSBY Black Jackals' junior publicist

words: 6,043 | rating: T

this fic is SOOOOO much fun!!!!!! also i love hana, idk if i ever mentioned that before but yeah. this is like... hdjkdhgjfd so much ; ; <3

south of an early summer

Warmth, then, was being wanted back. Two weeks later, Atsumu holds that warmth in by Shouyou’s waist; he watches it, how it sleeps, and wonders what the heat will become next.

words: 2,602 | rating T | tw: atsumu being atsumu about (past) kg/hn for a split second

IF i wasnt an absolute fool and gave you all these recommendations to pick and choose from id just send you this and the walking emoji bc honestly!!!!!!!!! i may not know what the heck romantic means but i see this and maybe it is romantic! maybe its not the average romantic idk?!!!! but i do know theres something beautiful here. love ?? ; ;

truths in two’s

Shouyou leaves for Brazil in two hours.

words: 8,300 | rating: T

LDR.... but like, in probably one of the easiest 2 breathe/good feeling fic for ldr!!!! idk im a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ten reasons to break up with me: a love letter

1. It has to be you, ‘cause I won’t.

words: 4,197 | rating: T

pls....... i cant even THINK about this fic without crying okay!!!!!!!! insane. fuckign!!!! i love it so much, so much. it lives in my heart. this is the fic where i was like... i dont believe in love. yes i do. no<3 YES!!!!!!!! and cried and paced my room and finally FINALLY!!!!!! stopped feeling so hurt about hinata leaving for brazil again lmao!! like, i cant explain. this sounds crazy right???? anyway, i think... atsuhina can love each other so much it hurts when theyre apart but their love is so.... i mean......... they literally waited years to play together... so......... their love keeps them going..... GOODBYE!!!! i love listening to fka twigs cellophane & home with you and just..... being insane. 

just can’t help myself

Five times Hinata takes care of Atsumu, and one time Atsumu returns the favor.

words: 5,025 | rating: T

*think about atshn taking care of each other* *cries*

blue crush

And there’s a promise there, sewn into the easy curve of his lips: I’m not going anywhere, Atsumu-san. Glittering eyes that cut through the rain-blurry dark like a beacon when Shouyou turns back to look up at him. Even if you fuck up all of our dates.

Murphy’s Law as demonstrated by Miya Atsumu.

words: 2,297 | rating: T

atsumu trying very hard to have things perfect and romantic and even in the failures its still very lovely<3

If I’m Icarus, You Must be the Sun (Allow me Three Mistakes)

He wonders if Icarus felt like nothing was wrong with self-destructing, because he had reveled in the sun, if only for a little while.

Atsumu finds, loving Hinata is the same.

Atsumu's love over the years, and the mistakes that accompany it.

words: 4,620 | rating: T

i am...very weak to the whole icarus/sun thing with hinata and his ships. this one though......... i think about it A lot.

in your eyes, i see our future

“Yer’ a real sweetheart, Hinata Shouyou.”

Shouyou smiles brilliantly. “Only for you~”

He scoots over so Shouyou can sit next to him. He can smell the pineapple body wash Shouyou is so fond of the moment he sits down. Shouyou passes the tray over carefully before settling against the headboard comfortably.

“What’s the occasion?"

(Or, Atsumu just really wants to marry Shouyou.)

words: 9,769 | rating: T

fhdsjjkjfdsj goes crazy stupid over marriage!!!!! listen... i do not believe in marriage!!!!! but for atsuhina, oh you bet i do!!!! :-)

breathing a hello

There’s no significance to them ending up here except that both of their lives are held in the sway of volleyball. Everything else comes second.That’s the crux of it, really.

words: 2,826 | rating: T

gjhfsjkfd shhhhhhhhh. my heart is very soft when i think of them here, please..... just!!!! pls.

if you’re out there in the cold, i’ll cover you in moonlight

My [23M] best friend and ex-boyfriend [23M] is visiting me for a week, and my current boyfriend [24M] who agreed to all of this is suddenly withdrawing from me. Can I get some advice? Please? Anyone?

words: 8335 | rating: T | chapters: 3 | tw: past kg/hn 😳

this one is optional since you wanted one shots and theres 3 chapters here. my idea of romantic is...well, i especially love when one of them is acting hurtful/mean/difficult to the other bc their own personal issues but the other loves them anyway??? and then they work on that issue!!! just!!!!! ; ;

Love in the Time of Insomnia

And anyway Hinata was sprinting out faithfully after Atsumu, who had keys to the gym like a badass, and who was going to give his spikers a few more tosses after-hours without Meian knowing like the greatest, most generous badass the Jackals had ever seen. 

words: 2,457 | rating: G

running four kilometers just so atsumu can rest. this is what romantic means!!!! hdkshjfhdj

ode to what you’d have been

5 times it’s Kageyama’s fault and the 1 time Hinata realizes it has never been.

words: 3,628 | rating: G

loving someone including their flaws PART 2!!!!!! ok.... u might be like... um... this is romantic? hfdkhjfd LISTEN!!!! to me!!! there is nothing more romantic than being in love with someone and the ugly parts of them. going, i love you, all of you. and communication!!! and understanding!!! and feeling terrible and shitty and horrible but having the one you love accept you. and trying to help ease your mind, worries. *sobs real hard* also shout out 2 ‘okaaayy.... i hate sakusa now’

a shrine for a  boy

Despite his uncertainty about how to tell Atsumu of his move to São Paulo, Hinata takes action. Things do not go according to plan.

words: 2,447 | rating: G

hinatas time 2 be romantic and fail but its ok bc!!!!!!!!!! :-) they are just dummies in love<3

the greatest distance between you and longing is defeat

(In other words: Atsumu, let go. I’m here now.)

words: 3,310 | rating: G

um... *cries* post break up.... o_o!!!! god they really thought they could????? lmao!!!!!!

the tear in this (our gentle language)

“I’m going back to Brazil.”

He isn’t asking for permission. This isn’t a consultation. Hinata Shouyou informs his boyfriend at their after-practice practice. Miya Atsumu has a volleyball in each arm, trying to pick up a third. It drops and rolls away from him. The thud resounding in an empty gymnasium.

Shouyou had tried to envision Atsumu’s reaction many times. He never expected to be met with silence.

Alternatively: an exploration of Hinata Shouyou’s return to Brazil

words: 7,204 | rating: M

ldr CAN be romantic ok!!!!!!!! it takes a lot of communication, time, and love ; ;

evening sun

Atsumu looks at Shouyou and thinks, I want to know every inch of you.

words: 1,502 rating: M

[exorciseyourspirit]

0 to 100||Blanche and Rebecca

One (1) adult has entered the chat.

A zero? She stared at the notification on her phone in disbelief. Moose looked at her curiously, before shoving his nose into her leg when she let out an anguished yell. TurnItIn had given her a 0% plagiarized so she knew it wasn’t that. And there wasn’t even so much as a comment on it. What the hell?! Blanche had never so much as gotten lower than a 95 on something since middle school. In a rage, Blanche stomped Moose back to the house, let him back in, and then got into her car, and sped to the school. Soon, but not soon enough, she was outside Rebecca Rothbard’s office, seething in anger. She knocked, sharply on the door, ready to burst in there. She had 100 reasons why she shouldn’t have gotten below a 98 on that paper, and truly, she deserved a 100%. And especially after that stupid conversation they had earlier in the day - Blanche was seething. She was really just going to have to make someone let her withdraw and she could take the course under someone else that wasn’t… that.

Rebecca had settled into her office with a frown and a furrow of her brow. Grading the beginning essays-- “Anthropology At A Glance: What Is It and What Does It Mean”-- was easy. Most kids said all the same things. But Blanche Harlow’s stuck out. And so did her face, in Rebecca’s mind. There was definitely a ghost following her, and there was just something about the girl that Rebecca couldn’t get out of her mind. She was her, thirty years ago. Perhaps a bit more anxiety and nihilism, but she could see it clearly. She could see the water rising behind her eyes, threatening to drown her at any moment. The desperation to prove herself worthy of something or someone or sometime. Rebecca, after all, studied people. Maybe not specific behaviors, but people all the same. So she knew with clarity that Blanche would come directly to her office when she typed in the 0 and sent it. Not even an hour later the knock came. “It’s open!” she called, sitting back in her chair and simply waiting. Hoping her own ghost would not stir in the presence of another.

She was absolutely steamed. Blanche normally, with one other exception, didn't burst into professors offices. She practically threw open the door and threw herself into the office, staring accusingly at Rebecca. There was something bad happening. Blanche tensed the second she got near her, but didn't automatically register the familiar tingle as what it was - mostly because she was really pissed off and the earlier panic attack Rebecca’s messages had given her hadn’t totally gone away. Still, Blanche stared at Rebecca a moment, before she reached out and dropped a paper copy of her essay on Rebecca’s desk. “A zero?” Blanche asked, clearly offended, “What did I do wrong? Did Jeremy say I cheated again? I didn't! My TunItIn score was perfect!” Her freaking essay was perfect, just like the rest of her school work. “What happened? What did I do?” 

Rebecca leaned forward when Blanche came storming in, tilting her head curiously. She let Blanche throw the paper onto her desk, wondering why she’d bothered to print it out, as if she wanted Rebecca to read it there and now. Let her wear herself out with the yelling, but then the questions came first and Rebecca sighed. “Sorry,” was all she said, reaching over to grab the paper on her desk. “I must’ve mis-marked this one. Your name is right next to Eric Haughling and his essay was abysmal. But don’t tell him I told you that,” she said, taking a pen and writing ‘100’ in red pen and putting a little smiley face next to it. “Better?”

“Mis-marked…” Blanche said, in almost disbelief. She could have exploded, especially at being mistaken for the red-haired kid that was either late, high, or both. Blanche watched with suspicion as Rebecca took her essay, didn’t even read it, before putting a 100 on it with a smiley face. A smiley face. Blanche had never been so offended by a smiley before. Like it was mocking her. Especially since it did make her feel better too, maybe it would make her feel extra better once it was changed in the computer. Blanche looked down at her paper, before looking up at Rebecca, scowling at her. She suddenly realized what had just happened. “You did that on purpose,” Blanche accused, loudly. “You knew I would come down here and dispute that and - and - and -” oh, now she she was embarrassed and angry. Her face turned a bright shade of red as she tried to verbalize exactly how she was feeling. “And what the hell?!”

Rebecca let out a long breath. “You figured it out a little faster than I thought you would,” she said, tapping her pen on the desk. She looked up at Blanche with a calming, yet serious glance. “I did. Because you wouldn’t talk to me otherwise, and I think we really need to talk.” She wasn’t sure how to say this, but the tug she felt to do something, to say something to this struggling young girl was too great inside of her. “Please sit down. I’ll make you a deal. If you sit here and listen to me-- truly listen to me-- I will let you yell at me for as long as you want after. But I’m not here to yell at you or lecture you or make run around comments about why you don’t want to talk about your mediumship. I just want to help, Blanche. Because I was you at one point,” she explained, a little more wearily than she’d hoped, “and I really think you need help.”

“I’m pretty quick at figuring things out.” Blanche seethed, staring at her. She was enraged that she had been fooled, and so simply, too. Blanche considered storming straight out of Rebecca’s office, but the fear of her doing this to her again was great. If she did it once, she might do it again. Instead, Blanche closed the door to her office and rounded in Rebecca. “You were me?” Blanche said, in disbelief. “Just because you see ghosts?! Or whatever level of mediumship you’re on. You don’t know me! All you know is that I fucked up in high school, and that’s it! Maybe I’m doing just fine!” As much as Blanche wanted to lay into Rebecca, the truth curse was inhibiting her ability to proclaim that she was doing just fine and didn't need anybody's help, ever. Using maybe though, that helped force the words out of her mouth. “Maybe I don’t need help!” Cassie had helped her before, and in return she almost got Cassie killed by a demon. Blanche was deflating and fast, and Rebecca’s office was feeling a little claustrophobic. The only reason she sank into Rebecca’s chair was because her knees had started to shake. “Maybe I’m fine on my own!” As it should be.

“Maybe you are,” Rebecca finally said, after Blanche had started to deflate, “and maybe I don’t truly know you, but I’ve been around awhile, and I know the signs.” She sighed quietly. “Did they give you an ultimatum, too? Tell you it was their way or nothing?” She couldn’t imagine strict parents-- or grandparents, in her case-- letting something like that happen and not taking adverse action. “Blanche, I’m not even talking about the mediumship. I don’t have true mediumship like you. I’m talking about who you are as a person. Strong, determined, full of pride,” her voice grew quiet, “full of fear and anguish. Not only for what you are, but for those you might’ve failed.” She wasn’t listing things she knew about Blanche, but rather, things she knew about herself, and watching them reflect in the young girl’s eyes. “Maybe you are getting by on your own. But you’re not fine. This--” she motioned to her, the essay, the office, “--this isn’t fine.” A beat. “Is it?”

Words caught in Blanche’s throat as Rebecca seemed to know her. Confusion, anger, and pain flashed in her expression as she cringed away from her quiet voice and her hard words. She didn’t want to listen to this. She couldn’t listen to this. Blanche came here to defend her paper, she didn’t come here to confront her demons with this exorcist sitting there reading her like a book. Mocking her. Blanche couldn’t breathe, inky black spots appearing in her eyes as she tried to focus. Those you might have failed. Images of her friends - of Regan and Remmy and Nell and Winn and her parents and her brother. The invasive and toxic thoughts that wouldn’t shut up. “Stop it - stop it - stop it! I don’t want to talk about this! How do you know - why do you know? It’s not FINE. I mean - I meant it is! I can’t - I can’t lie right now - I can’t -” Blanche’s voice cracked and she doubled over, hugging herself as she forced herself to breathe and remember Al’s advice on what to do. She couldn’t just lock herself in her closet whenever she had one. That wasn’t an option here. Forcing control, Blanche grit her teeth, her nails digging into her arms. “What do you want?” Blanche said, slowly, looking up at her. “I’m trying. None of this - none of this matters. None of it. Everyone who helps me ends up getting hurt and I’ve managed just fine on my own. People are getting hurt and I’m just trying to figure it out, alright? I’m living. I live in a house now, and not my car or my old shit apartment, and I have friends and I’m tryin - I don’t know what you want from me. What do you want?”

Rebecca’s heart broke at the sight. The steely facade was suddenly crumbling, but she couldn’t let Blanche know that. The monster inside of her tugged at her. How badly did she want to help this poor, suffering girl? Enough to risk hurting her again? After all the pain she’d been through. The pain inside of her was too much of a pull. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just let Blanche alone. Clearly whoever was trying to help her in her life wasn’t providing what she needed. Not that Rebecca could blame any of them, people all had their own stuff going on. But Blanche needed a guiding hand. She could so clearly see that. Rebecca stood up from her desk and grabbed a small, black remote looking object. She clicked it on and watched the lights glow brighter, before fading, before glowing again. Held it out to Blanche, coming to kneel next to her. “Here,” she said quietly, “it’s a breathing monitor. Breath in as the light gets brighter, and out when it goes dim. It will help.” It had always helped her. “I don’t want anything from you, Blanche. I’m hard wired to want to help people I see struggling, why do you think I became a professor?” A gentle smile. “You are trying, and it shows, it really does. And I’m sure you’re doing the best you can. But just surviving, just getting by-- that’s not truly living, is it?” She sat back. “This isn’t how you want to live the rest of your life, is it?”

Blanche let go of herself, hands shaking as she reached out, clutching the small black remote tightly and looking at it curiously. An anxiety tool, she stared at it curiously. A load of shit - those won’t her words, they were her fathers. For people that couldn’t handle the real world. How a doctor could be so against mental health, Blanche never understood. Still, she stared at it quietly for a moment, syncing her breathing up with it as best she could, before looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. She thought about everyone that tried to help her, especially over the last few months. All she had done was make things worse, or make bad decisions that hurt people. Cassie, Morgan, Remmy, Regan, and even Kaden and Alain has been hurt because of her. She stared at Rebecca, eyes swimming with tears and hesitation. “I don’t know how else I’m supposed to live,” Blanche said, quietly. “I only just figured what to study, I’m just trying to make sure no one else dies.” Blanche used the back of her hand to wipe her face as she looked at Rebecca. So kind, so calm, even with a child on the verge of a mental breakdown in her office. “How do I know if anything I'm doing is right?”

Rebecca was glad to see Blanche use the tool. She had been worried, for a minute, that it would just make her more angry. It was hard to know how someone would react to their anxiety being presented. “Blanche, you’re only what? Twenty? Twenty-one? You don’t have to have that figured out right now. I didn’t actually go to university until I was 26. You still have so much life ahead of you, it’s not your responsibility, right now, to make sure no one dies. Keeping the people you care about safe is important, but you’re important, too.” She sighed, standing stiffly-- she was getting up in age, after all-- and leaning against her desk with a soft expression. “I’m afraid you don’t,” she said honestly. “You can’t truly know until it’s done, but what you can know, is that you did what you thought was right. Sometimes it doesn’t all turn out good in the end, but you must keep the thought that you did your best in your head. Because it’s all any of us can do. And none of us can do that alone.”

Blanche leaned her elbows on her legs, looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. It was somehow both comforting and angering hearing Rebecca’s perspective. Twenty-six was a long time to wait to go to university. Her father would have had a heart attack. Not that it mattered. None of this mattered. Blanche let out a low groan, putting her head in her hands. Being forced to confront this head one was giving her a migraine. All her insecurities were out on the table in front of this woman - the professor - that she barely knew, and yet somehow felt a connection with. No bullshit, no asking questions, and she couldn’t lie or dodge any of her omissions, Rebecca was too smart. Finally, after a moment, Blanche looked up at her, emotionally exhausted. “I’m an adult now,” Blanche said stiffly, “My actions have consequences. I almost -  there are people that could have died because I made the wrong choice. Because I didn’t just shut up and deal with it. That is my responsibility,” Blanche’s expression melted slightly, maybe because tears finally spilled over. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, disgusted with herself. She wanted to go home - not to the house that she shared with Nora and Remmy. But to her parents home, where she could pretend that she was perfect again. Where perfection meant that she was wanted and loved and where her brother didn’t hate her. Her hand clutching the device, she held it out to her. “Can I go?” Blanche asked, quietly. “I have a lot going on right now. Storming down here because I got a bad grade wasn’t on the agenda for today.”

Rebecca could see the grief written on Blanche’s face. “No,” was all she said, “it’s not your fault. Asking for help isn’t your fault.” She stood up fully, watching as Blanche held the monitor back out to her. She put her hand over Blanche’s and pushed it back towards her. “Keep it.” She went back around her desk and picked up the essay, setting it down in her “To Do” box. There was only so much she could do right now, and pushing the subject was only going to make it worse. Blanche needed a hard, guiding hand, but driving her away too early would only make things worse. “You can go. If you ever need anything, my door is always open.” She sat back down in her chair and looked at Blanche firmly. “And I mean anything. You don’t have to hesitate to ask me for help.” Before softening her gaze again. “I’ll change your essay tonight. It was the best in the class, after all.”

Blanche stared at the device in her hand for a long moment, not looking up at Rebecca as she spoke. A sense of sadness that she didn’t like was building in her stomach. She didn’t like that. Not at all. Blanche was usually a master at avoiding her emotions. A self defense mechanism of getting angry always helped - anger overrided most emotions. Fear, anxiety, sadness. Blanche clutched the device tightly, jaw clenching as she considered chucking it at Rebecca’s stupid face in her stupid chair. She even stood, refusing to look. But before she knew it, the more rational side of her stuffed the device in her pocket, and she moved stiffly to the door, hurriedly wiping her face again. She paused, hand on the handle of the door. She wanted to say something. Maybe something that wasn’t cussing Rebecca out. “.... have a good day. I guess.” Blanche finally decided on that before disappearing out of her office. She wouldn’t make it to her internship on time, for the first time ever, because the second she got to her car, Blanche broke down, unable to see or drive or do anything else. It wasn’t until she remembered the stupid little clicker in her pocket that she was able to calm down. And that just pissed her off more.

[hirac-delesbian]

Pass the happy! When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and then send this to 10 of the latest people in your notifications!

Thanks! passing this right back to you buddy, if you already did it then too bad gonna have to think of more skgjsdsj

1. Attention and external validation from near strangers on the internet

2. Arguing and fucking with bad people

3. Being kind and making friends with good people!

4. Having that person/people who just 100% Get me in the moment. Either abt something serious or just hearing me ramble abt how “Nobody UNDERSTANDS Michael like I do” for hours it feels so good to just. have everyone on the same page as you it’s so comfortable and validating *ugh*

5. My cat, my friends, my family when they’re on their best behavior, my job (sometimes), Killua Zoldyck, the good shit.

[misshistory-journal]

Beginner tips for Dual-Enrollment/Early College/Middle College students

I started taking classes at my local community college (go bobcats) when I started my Junior year (11th Grade/Year 12) of high school. I was completely unprepared for what I’d gotten myself into, and I realized that a lot of the “freshman college tips” didn’t apply to me and/or weren’t much help at all. There are certainly some similarities, but there are also differences in taking college classes in high school vs. being a full-time college student. So lets jump in: 

1. Check your student email.

This one applies to everyone and I’m sure that you’ve seen it by now but please just try to listen again. Pretty much every college ever will give you a student email address that’s activated as soon as you’re registered. When I’m talking to a friend who’s just started taking classes, I’ll be checking my emails on the go and nearly all of them tell me that they never check their student email. Please, please, please, if you get nothing else from this remember this one. You can set your student email up on your phone and get notifications! You can give it a cool alert tone or a different vibration so you notice it! It’s so important to make sure you’re reading those emails. You might have gotten away with not checking your email before now, but I have literally missed meetings with advisers, class cancelations, and extra credit opportunities by not checking my student email for a day or two. Sure, you’re probably going to get some fundraising or promotional messages from the college, but you’re also going to get super important updates from your instructors/professors and information that you’ll completely miss otherwise. Check! That! Email!

2. Talk to your adviser, like a lot.  

It’s doubly important to have regular contact with your adviser when you’re a dual-enrolled, early college, or middle college student because you’re doing more things all. the. time. You need to keep track of your classes and know what you’re doing each semester. Now... you might need to know who your adviser is. That information is likely going to be in all of the papers/emails you get when you register or go to a meeting/open house. If you don’t know who your adviser is, the college website or emails can typically give you a link to this information, or as a last resort, email whichever person that you’ve been talking to up to this point and ask them. Make your adviser your best friend. Get all your questions answered. Don’t hide in your shell of timidity and not ask what you’re thinking because I was too scared that I would annoy my adviser and I ended up taking like three classes that I didn’t need at all. They are entirely there to help you, it’s their job! :) 

3. You have earned your place in this world. 

It’s easy to want to fade into the background when everyone around you is older than you or seems more informed, but you have earned your spot in this space just as much as they have. A lot of the classes that you’ll take first are beginner courses anyway, so rest assured that literally no one knows it all already. It is harder when you feel younger or like you have to prove yourself, but don’t worry. If you’re starting to think that you’re in over your head and everyone else seems to be following along, don’t shy away from asking a question or requesting clarification. If I’ve learned anything from my time in college it’s that 80% of the class is lost most of the time and 100% of them don’t want anyone to know that. So ask that question! Even if someone does look at you weird, I can almost guarantee you that they were wondering the same thing. 

4. Communicate with your Instructors/Professors, and be specific. 

If you absolutely don’t feel comfortable asking about something during class, ask your instructor after class. They are usually more than willing to answer your questions. A lot of instructors will even mention their office hours several times, reminding the class that they can drop by, schedule an appointment, email, or sometimes even phone call. A lot of colleges even have their own instant message systems (which my professors love to utilize for this purpose). They want to hear from you! And typically, if you come to them when you’re struggling in their class (or if you have a ridiculous amount of high school homework as well and it seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day), you’re the minority. A lot of students never talk to their instructors, and therefore their instructors don’t know what’s going on and can’t help. I have had an instructor or two that wasn’t particularly accommodating (or even nice), but even some of those were willing to help me when I reached out and told them I was having problems. Not so much with my early college friends, but especially with dual-enrollment it can be hard to be available during an instructors office hours. You’re running around, trying to get from high school to college, trying to be on time for classes, or even doing all your classes online and you’re not on campus at all. If you can’t get to an instructors office hours to meet with them, you can always email them. Some of my instructors have been willing to set up a scheduled phone call or even an in-person meeting outside of their normal office hours. Usually, they’re willing to work with you and they want you to succeed as much as you do. 

So, in short: joining in during class discussions, asking questions, or even just emailing your instructor a few times a semester can drastically increase your success in a class, not just because they know you, but because you engage more with the material being taught.  

I’ll end it here for now.

Like or Reblog if you want a part two! 

I love you all and I support each of you in your academic endeavors! 

~Rose

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

In the Midst of Catastrophe

A/N: I had a couple of requests for Prinxiety with the Lost Cat AU, so it’s finally here! Sorry if it’s a lot like my other two lol And sorry for errors; I didn’t edit it super closely because the guilt of not posting this one when I posted two other ones was eating at me all week lol Edit: Just learned how to do Read More on Mobile; sorry about that lol

College AU that is different from my existing one lol

Warning for cussing, upset stomach mention, alcohol reference, sadness/crying, stranger paranoia, anxiety symptoms, implied violent pet death mention, family death mention, and actual pet death mention (SPOILER BUT NOT VIRGIL’S CAT NO WORRIES)

The sleepy, grey rays of an overcast Sunday morning filtered through Virgil Anderson’s curtains, only brightening enough to pull the young man from a fitful sleep around 11 in the morning. With a groan, Virgil threw his blankets off and trudged into the kitchen he shared with his two other roommates, perching hunched on one of the trio’s bar stools with a yawn.

“Morning, Moonshine!” Virgil’s bubbly roommate, Patton, breeezed past him and into the kitchen, clicked on the coffee maker, and turned on a stove eye.

“Pat, I told you, moonshine is alcohol.”

“I know, but Logan is my Starshine, and I’m his Sunshine, so you’re my Moonshine. You have to be!” Patton pouted a bit and gestured toward the breakfast food part of their pantry. “Pancakes? French toast? Just toasted toast?”

“Nothing right now.” Virgil grumbled, sliding an arm over his rolling stomach.

Patton frowned, a sad gleam in his eyes, and he slowly crossed to his roommate to wrap him in a warm, loving hug.

“No luck with Shadow then, huh?”

Virgil shook his head mutely, and Patton gave him a squeeze and rested his head on Virgil’s.

“I’m so sorry, Vee. I’m sure he’ll turn up soon. Cats are smart like that; they have a built in homing device or something.”

“Something like that.” A deep, sleepy voice cut in from across the room, and the quiet pair looked up to find their third roommate trying to rub his eyes into wakefulness. “Or just animal instinct.”

“Morning, Lolo.” Patton murmured sweetly through Virgil’s hair.

“I assume this means that Shadow is sticking to his leave of absence?”

Virgil nodded again and allowed his chin to fall to his chest with a loud sigh. Patton made a distressed noise in the back of his throat and moved to hold Virgil from the side, rubbing Virgil’s back with one hand and moving to take Virgil’s hand with the other.

“He’ll come home, Virgil. I know he will. He loves you,” Patton whispered softly in Virgil’s ear. “Promise me you’ll come to us if you start to feel...wonky. Promise me.”

Virgil quirked a brow at Patton’s word choice, but he ultimately nodded and squeezed Patton’s hand, touching the other to his chin and signing “Thank you” as Patton stood up straight. Their sign that Virgil was ultimately okay but a little overwhelmed. Patton smiled, patted his shoulder, and crossed to Logan, quickly wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. He breathed out a soft “good morning” and placed an equally soft kiss on his lover’s lips. Logan blinked and reciprocated before Patton pulled away and folded into the taller man’s side.

“Hungry, sweetpea?”

“Soon.” Logan grunted and allowed Patton to lead him to the table and sit him down with a light pat to the crown of his head.

“Sleepy Logan is my favorite.” Patton whispered to Virgil conspiratorially as he passed. “He’s so cute when he’s tired.”

“Or grumpy.” Virgil chuckled quietly when Patton came back with a steaming cup of coffee.

“That’s before he sleeps. Or if I wake him up early.”

“Have you tried posters, Virgil?” Logan suddenly spoke up from the table as Patton set down his mug, startling his boyfriend a bit.

“What?”

“Lost Cat posters. For Shadow.”

“Oh, right, yeah. I could do that, I guess. Slap something together in Word and hang them up.”

“I’ll help!”

“Patton, we have study group today.”

Patton groaned dramatically. “But LOLOOOOOO we HAVE to help Virgiiiillll!! Don’t you care about Shadow at aaaalllll?”

“We can take a few posters to hang up as we go.”

“But...”

“It’s fine, Pat. I got it.” Virgil pulled out a smile.

“It has only been a three days.” Logan offered. “Cats can disappear for a couple of weeks and return unscathed.”

“I know. I’ve always had cats, and one vanished for a month once, but....Shadow is different.”

“We know.” Patton smiled sadly at his roommate. “And he’s a smart cookie kitty, so he’ll probably be home by tonight! Maybe he just went exploring. He’s still pretty new to this place!”

“True.” Virgil sighed, trying to push down the negative scenarios flying through his mind. “But we just finally got clearance for him to live here with me, and now he’s gone. It’s just frustrating. And scary.”

“I know. Why don’t you get started on the posters if you can’t eat?”

“Good idea.” Virgil pushed himself from the breakfast bar and shuffled to his laptop, abandoned on their coffee table from the night before. “What do you even put on a missing pet poster?”

“Usually the animal’s name, your name, contact information, a reward if possible, and a picture with or without a brief physical description.” Logan replied between notes of toast.

Virgil nodded and typed quietly for the next ten minutes or so. “Okay. Come see.”

Patton and Logan peered over their roommate’s shoulders, each with his respective breakfast in his hand while inspecting the poster.

“Virgil! You can’t put cuss words! What if a kid sees it?”

“Then they can learn.”

“It can certainly get people’s attention...”

“Lo! Don’t encourage this!”

“I believe it is an appropriate poster.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Patton whined and dragged his feet back to the kitchen table, falling toward it dramatically. “You’re corrupting the CHILDREN!”

“Patton,” Virgil quipped. “We all know you have a potty mouth at the right times.”

“That was ONE TIME during Monopoly!”

“And two during Yahtzee.” Logan deadpanned.

“I think one during Pictionary, too.” Virgil snickered not unkindly as Patton blushed.

“....Fine. It works.”

“Nice.” Virgil hit the enter key and sent 25 copies of the small poster to his printer. 25 copies of Shadow’s solid black fur and big green eyes stared up at him, framed by these words:

LOST ASSHOLE CAT

Shadow Anderson

Fluffy asscat with black fur and green eyes

Basically Toothless as a cat

I need this jerk, so please help a dude out

Call or text 1-555-8474

$100 REWARD

(Sorry I’m a broke college kid)

-

The sun was setting by the time Virgil headed back home, an afternoon of hanging up posters and asking people having yielded nothing. Virgil stumbled through his bedroom door just as his phone went off for the 13th time since he hung up his first poster. (6 false leads, 2 pranks, 1 occultist, and 3 other pet owners offering their advice.) Virgil collapsed in his bed and took a deep breath before facing what would likely be another disappointment.

[Pat😄]

Hey, V! Did you find him?!

[💜Virge🖤]

Not yet

[Pat😄]

Aww I’m sorry! My friend, Valerie, volunteers at a shelter to get experience for her Vet. program, and she says it’s the most popular for found pets. I’ll send you the number!

[💜Virge🖤]

Thanks pat

Virgil sighed and dropped his phone next to him, closing his eyes and just breathing to calm his racing heart. His breath hitched when his phone vibrated multiple times, second long gaps in between each message, and he lay staring at the device until it had stopped moving for a full few minutes. Slowly, he reached over and brought the device to his face, and his heart stuttered when a screenful of notifications met his eyes. It was a stream of texts from the same unfamiliar number.

[+1 555-7662]

Did you find your cat????

Oh shit you don’t know me. Hi, I’m Roman! I’m a Leo, and I love long walks on the beach.

Lol anyway sorry I just wanted to make sure you got your cat back!

[+1 555-8474]

No not yet but thanks for asking

[+1 555-7662]

Oh okay, sorry to hear that. Hope he comes home soon!

[+1 555-8474]

Thanks again

[+1 555-7662]

Is there any way I can help??? More Posters? Talking to people?

Virgil quirked a brow. What the hell was this guy’s game?

[+1 555-8474]

No not really only if you find him somehow

Again thanks for the offer

[+1 555-7662]

Oh okay just let me know if anything changes. You have my number lol

[+1 555-8474]

Yup

“Might have to block that number...” Virgil muttered just as the front door flew open.

“Viiiiiiiirgiiiiilllll!” His roommate sang as he flounced into the room. “We brought your favorite Pad Thaaaaaiiiii!”

“Thanks, Pat. Thai.” Virgil’s lips quirked into a grin at Patton’s approving laughter; he turned he slipped his phone into his pocket, the device staying silent all night and into the next morning. Until 7AM.

[+1 555-7662]

Good morning! Any overnight luck on the kitty caper?

Hello? Virgil?!

[+1 555-8474]

What the hell, man?! You understand that 7AM is an ungodly hour to be awake for some people???? and no my cat is still gone but thanks for remind me

[+1 555-7662]

Oh god I’m so sorry I have to get up early to get in a decent work out and I just didn’t even think about it Wow okay I’ll stop texting you good night or morning or whatever

Virgil turned his phone on silent and threw it into his clothes hamper before turning over.

-

The early morning texts set the mood for that week. Roman texted Virgil daily, sometimes multiple times daily, for updates on the Shadow situation, and Virgil was becoming increasingly incensed with this stranger’s obsession with his cat and his life.

[+1 555-7662]

Hello! Hope today is a better day! Let me know what I can do to help!

Hello hello! Any luck on Shadow?

Viiiiiuuurrrrrgiiiiiiilllllll???

[+1 555-8474]

No not yet

[+1 555-7662]

Oh no 😔

As the days progressed, Roman’s texts progresssed beyond Shadow, and he periodically asked Virgil about his own life, having weeded out of Virgil that they attended the same college and were both first semester sophomores. Any other person would have brushed off Roman’s enthusiasm, but every time his phone buzzed, Virgil’s heart lurched painfully in his chest. Notification sounds of any type caused an immediate physical reaction in Virgil, so he normally kept his phone completely silent and answered when he felt ready to. However, lately Virgil had to keep his phone on vibrate so that he didn’t miss an actual update on Shadow, but all he was getting was updates on Roman’s life and curiosity.

[+1 555-7662]

Ugh astronomy is soooo boring!!!!

[+1 555-7662]

Omg late for rehearsal again lol he’s so going to kick me out of the troupe

[+1 555-7662]

Saved today! Director’s tired blew out oops

[+1 555-7662]

Any luck with Shadow?!

It wasn’t that Virgil had anything against a kind stranger or Roman in particular, but that was the issue. Roman was a stranger, and Virgil couldn’t conceive of any universe in which a total stranger would care so much about him or his cat unless he was a psycho or stalker or something. The thought left Virgil paralyzed. What was this guy’s angle? There had to be one, and Virgil wanted no part of it.

He left Roman on Read for a few days.

-

That particularly rough Thursday was when it all came to a head. Shadow was still missing; Virgil overslept, had to skip breakfast, wasn’t ready for a pop quiz in his 50 minute 11am class, and nearly missed his noon class in a mad dash to get a snack in between (the professor was an asshole who locked the doors right at noon.) On top of all that, prank message number three came through.

[Unknown]

Your cat and my front bumper became good friends today

Virgil’s stomach lurched and his heart pounded; he threw his phone onto his rug and wept bitterly into his hands. Thank god he was already home.

“Virgil?! Honey, are you okay?!” Virgil shook his head furiously as Patton shuffled into his room and gasped. “Aw, baby...”

“Some asshole just sent me....he said that Shadow-“

“Oh no, another prank?” Patton murmured softly as he sat next to Virgil on the bed; he gently coaxed his friend into his arms when he nodded affirmation and stroked Virgil’s hair as he sobbed. Patton bent over a bit when Virgil’s phone set off in a stream of messages. “Oh dear...” Patton released Virgil to pluck up the phone, but before he could silence it, he noticed the repetition on the screen.. “Someone you don’t know really wants to talk to you...about....acting? And Shadow?”

“Oh...god....” Virgil whimpered between sobs. “Roman...” He took a few minutes to breathe and calm himself. “Some guy who saw my posters...He’s been texting me NON-STOP, and I’ve barely even replied!”

“Hey, let’s just put this away, okay?.....” Sensing another breakdown, Patton put the phone into silent mode and slid it into Virgil’s bedside drawer. “You need a break. Come watch a movie with me.”

Virgil eventually relented and followed Patton who decided that Logan could watch Virgil’s phone while they relaxed. A few hours of movies and roommate time found Virgil only marginally better, but he could at least fake it well enough that Patton let him be in his room alone again. He’d gotten his phone back from Logan and found, to his annoyance, multiple screens of messages from Roman, the most recent about Shadow.

[+1 555-7662]

No luck yet but still looking!

I’m so sorry your going through this. I hope he comes home soon.

Any luck on your end? No more bad leads I hope.

Virgil? Are you okay?

[+1 555-8474]

Roman oh my god chill out!

[+1 555-7662]

Whoa what’s with the anger all of a sudden, Orlando Gloom?

[+1 555-8474]

What the hell does that even mean?

Whatever

Roman just leave me alone oh my god you’ve blown up my phone this week just chill

[+1 555-7662]

I’m sorry for wanting to help you find Shadow and for trying to distract you from your sadness.

[+1 555-8474]

Oh is that what this was? Well I’m SO sorry for ruining your act of charity

[+1 555-7662]

Look, I wasn’t trying to guilt trip you; I really just wanted to help.

[+1 555-8747]

Why do you care about helping me so much?! You don’t even know me!

Radio silence for literal hours, and just when Virgil felt like he should apologize, Roman replied.

[+1 555-7662]

....I lost my cat a few months ago. She’s the only one I have left.

[+1 555-8474]

What?

[+1 555-7662]

My parents and younger brother died in a head-on collision two years ago. She’s literally the only family I have left. Thankfully, I found her after a month or so; an older woman found her and kept her inside all that time so she was fine, but that period of her being gone was so agonizing and anxious and lonely and just awful, and the thought of someone else going through that just....I don’t know hit me I guess.

Oh my god. Wow. I’m so sorry that was way too much too tell you. Oh my god I didn’t even ask if it was okay to get that heavy. I’m so sorry holy shit!!!

[+1 555-8474]

Roman. It’s okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you.

Thank you for caring about me and Shadow

Suddenly, his phone began to ring, and he sat up quickly, eying another unfamiliar number, but the first new call in a while, wearily before answering.

“....Hello?”

“Heeeeyyyy is this Virgil?”

“....uh, yeah?”

“Hey, gurl, I’m Remy, not that it matters, but I think I found your little Salem.”

“Shadow.”

“I’m just messin’, gurl, I know. I see it on his collar.”

Virgil’s heart stalled. None of the others had mentioned Shadow’s collar.

“What does it say on the back?” Virgil asked slowly.

“E.S.A. Emotional Support Animal.”

“Oh my god, you have him!” Virgil felt his eyes well with tears.

“Sweet beans!! Actually, that’s where I am. Sweet Beans Coffee by East Campus.”

“I know the place. I’ll be there. Thank you so much!”

“See ya soon!”

-

“Never do that again, you asshole.” Virgil rubbed between Shadow’s ears, oblivious purs of satisfaction emanating through the beast’s body as he lay curled in his owner’s lap. “Thank God Remy found you in your dumpster apartment before something else did. God.” Virgil sighed and leaned back right as an idea clicked into place. He leaned over and snatched his phone, noting the concerned messages from Roman when he hadn’t answered their thread from hours ago, and took a selfie with Shadow in the foreground.

[+1 555-8474]

Got my asshole back

[+1 555-7662]

Yay oh my god congrats!

OMG I DO know you! I wasn’t sure before, and I didn’t want to weird you out if it wasn’t you, but we had that freshman seminar class together!

I never said anything in that class because I’m not the best at articulating myself, but you sat with the really sweet guy and the smart kid! You guys always had amazing points, and I wanted to be friends with you guys so bad, but I didn’t know how to say anything without being a total lame asshole creeper.

[+1 555-8474]

I don’t remember a Roman in that class. it was pretty small so I would remember

[+1 555-7662]

Oh Roman is my middle name. My first name is John after my dad, but that’s super boring compared to Roman so I started going by that, but the prof never remembered when I asked him personally to call me that so I gave up.

[+1 555-8474]

Oh my god you’re John Prince

Virgil blushed fiercely at the realization. He’d had all of two conversations with Jo-Roman for the class, but he’d definitely been the one star struck by the other young man’s incredible looks and charm. He was right, his ideas had often come out jumbled, if not passionately so, and Virgil had secretly admired his gusto, but he never imagined someone like Roman would look at him twice, especially not in the way Virgil wanted. Roman always seemed like a lady’s man to him, but perhaps, like before, he’d had Roman pegged the wrong way.

[+1 555-7662]

He I am. John Roman Prince at your service.

Roman sent a selfie of him wearing a crown and red sash with a fluffy white cat with big blue eyes perched primly in his lap.

[+1 555-7662]

And this is Sugar. She would love to meet Shadow sometime if that is agreeable with you

[+1 555-8474]

A kitty play date? Sounds kinda weird but cute. Like a dumb Hallmark movie. What would we do while our cats talked?

[+1 555-7662]

Talk in person. Get to know each other for real like a dumb Hallmark movie. If you’re open to that kind of thing.

[+1 555-8474]

I am actually. Believe it or not, Shadow isn’t an outdoor cat, so is my place okay? Logan and Patton will be here, too, probably, so I hope you like Disney movies and science.

[+1 555-7662]

One I love and the other I can learn to love. When should we arrive?

[+1 555-8474]

7?

[+1 555-7662]

Purrfect.

[reedrph]

                                                                  REEDRPH

                HOW TO TWITTER RP (A DETAILED GUIDE)

As per request, I’m about to tell you how to roleplay in the Twitter roleplay community if you’re interested in starting.  This is just my take on Twitter roleplay, and I’m sure there are others with different methods. But I’ll try to break this down step by step with pIcTuReS because I fucking love pictures. 

TLDR; (Because im lazy)

GENERAL

Alright so if you’re unaware what twitter roleplaying is it’s roleplaying via Twitter; though you’ll find all the roleplay mains on tumblr in the ‘twitter rp’ tag.  Unlike tumblr roleplaying where you write in the third-person, for twitter roleplays you write in first-person. As it’s social media based your tweets come from a first-person perspective which means everything is ‘I’ based. However, it is not uncommon for people to roleplay out paras in the DMs just like how you’d write on tumblr.

Twitter roleplays are fast, everything is happening that day at that moment, opposed to tumblr groups where you may be doing a thread set a week ago. They’re great if you don’t have a lot of time, but still want to roleplay, or want to try out a more fast-paced environment!!

APPLYING

Honestly applying for a twitter group is pretty much the same as applying for an appless tumblr group. 

Now something that I tend to see a lot in twitter groups (at least the last time I checked the tag like three months ago MNXBXNBX and from my experience running them) groups drop into the tag but often won’t have their app up for 1-3 days. During that time they’re basically just building hype and gathering an audience, so when they do open it’ll be a swAMP of apps coming in in the first hour. If you like playing a popular faceclaim (like me and Jungkook) I find I rarely manage to snatch him up before anyone else.

But the actual app itself is normally easy, a lot of the time it’ll be requested you submit it opposed to using the ask box (since they may be a little bit too long for it) so prepare for that!!

SETTING UP AN ACCOUNT

Once you’ve been accepted it’s common to be given 6-12 hours to get your account in. You may think this is a short period of time, but you can put together a twitter account in 20 minutes.

A common theme, that I’ve never really experienced is people getting locked out of new accounts, though from my history using an email and cell phone verification can prevent this. (if you include your cell phone number go into your twitter settings and disable letting people find you from your phone number) As well as people say not mass following a bunch of people all at once also helps, so only follow 20 people at a time (I’ve mass followed 60+ blogs and have been fine)

If it’s a new account (or an old one you haven’t touched in a while), just like a new tumblr blog you may not show up in peoples notifs!! You need to be active first, which is why you may see people posting “//notifs” before things are even open for plotting. This is perfectly fine and the only reason you should tweet beforehand!! If you notice you may not be getting any replies the first night this is likely why, which is why you want to post ‘notifs’ and like some stuff first.

Usernames

When it comes to usernames (your @) people typically play off their characters first name and try to make it funny or interesting. Some examples of my own characters past and present would be:

grayson2gayson

jacobgotjams

theSINinSINNER

Alliteration is a good approach!! Pick words that share the same first letter and it’ll run smoothly. Or sometimes people's names can be turned or related to other things like:

VANITYNOTFAIR

BEVERLYhillsbaby

There are also common name ‘starters’ you’ll see used like:

‘WTF’CARINA

‘STFU’DARREN

‘WTD’TYLER

‘GDI’JAKE

‘1800′MARTINO

Really it’s very similar to how names are set up on tumblr.

Display Names

Display names are a little different than usernames, they’re found above the username and is actually what people see first. A lot of the time people will put in memes, TV characters, inside jokes, quotes, song lyrics really anything. Two examples of display names from my own accounts are:

For one character I’ve chosen a play on his name for his display name that being ‘50 Shades of Grayson’, and for the other I chose a meme, which is ‘Do you take teardrops?’. 

Really what you put in the display name can be anything.

Biographies

On every twitter account, you get a spot to put a biography this is where you can write a little blurb about your character, put in a quote, a joke, tell us their pronouns, and all that fun stuff. Though often if someone doesn’t know what to write for a bio you will see them just put “Bio for sale” as a little joke.

An example from one of my characters biographies which also includes the display name and username is as follows.

I just included a small amount of information about him, used the ‘location’ spot to include their pronouns, and then the website spot to link back to the main group.

Icons & Banners

Depending on what kind of group you’re in changes what kind of icon you may use. For instance, if you’re playing someone famous and rich you may use a shot from a photoshoot, or a magazine. But if you’re playing someone with a less glamorous job, it’s a bit more fitting to start out with a selfie or a candid picture of your muse. (Later you may break out the more HQ pictures, I find that happens a lot)

For example, if you’re in a less glamorous setting the picture on the right would be more fitting. While if you’re in a glamorous setting you can get away with more HQ pictures. (But tbh no one’s gonna question it either way, you’ll see people post photoshoot pictures for milestones a lot!!)

Banners can be anything, you can toss in a picture of a meme, an aesthetic (some people like to match their icons to their banners), if you’re in a ship it’s common for them to change their banner to a picture of the S/O.

Following the Main

Just follow them on twitter, sometimes people will send a little tweet with it like ‘// @.rpname character name has arrived’ or literally just “//@.rpname hi”. But for most all you have to do is follow the twitter main and they’ll follow you back, if it’s an unopened group they may not post a follow, but already opened groups always will!!

INTROS

Okay so you’ve gotten accepted and set up your account now it’s time for your intro. And intros change person to person, everyone has their own style!! I love graphics so mine occasionally are a little fancier, but not always!! 

It’s also common to end off your post with ‘LMS to plot’ which just means if someone likes it you DM them to plot.

IMPORTANT: Do not post tweets or your bio before the main gives the go ahead!! (Aside from the ‘notifs’ tweets)

Option One:

No bio post, you just introduce yourself in a tweet saying something along the lines of

“//Hey my names Reed, I’ll be playing Grayson and i don’t have a bio but he’s a 20 year old solo artist who’s been around here for two years. They’re pretty chill and kind of over dramatic.”

Option Two:

The lists, since a lot of people roleplay on twitter only through their phone you’ll see a lot of bios posted through a note app where they write down some general info, sometimes in lists, sometimes in blurbs. It’s not uncommon for people to post their characters app in it.

Option Three:

As someone into graphics a lot of the time I find myself being extra and just making pretty intros. This is not at all required or expected, but if you want to do it, you can.

PLOTTING

Plotting goes along with intros, it’s extremely common for someone to have a wanted connections list, or just say ‘LMS to plot”. Which means you’ll go to the DMs to plot with them. 

But there are also a decent amount of people who prefer chem over plotting, it all depends on what kind of person you are. 

TWEETING

If the main as given the go-ahead to start tweeting then it’s time to think of your first tweet. Now as I stated at the very beginning of this, twitter roleplaying is done from a first-person perspective (with the exception of if you para in the DMs but we’ll talk about that later.)

When it comes to OOC tweets make sure to always start them with slashes ‘//’ (one or two whichever you prefer), this is just the way of showing it’s OOC.

A lot of people tweet for their characters, like they would for themselves. This is very common in twitter groups, everyone puts a little part of themselves in their muses. But it’s also good to find ways to separate them so you aren’t playing to OOC. As it’s not uncommon for people playing more of a self-insert to feel attacked over IC drama that is not OOC, just since they’ve invested so much of their personal self in them. I personally often play characters opposite to my personality IRL to avoid this, however, if you roleplay and put a bit of yourself into the character there’s nothing wrong with that!!

Your first tweet will always feel like the hardest, which is why I typically choose to reply to other people first to take the pressure off before posting my own. But this can really be anything you could say what they had for breakfast, post something funny, or just say ‘hi’, it’s honestly up to you there’s no wrong way to start.  You can even post a selfie, typically most people do sometime in their first 100 tweets.

REPLY TO OTHER CHARACTERS TWEETS

This is so important, because one of the most common things I see is people who do not reply to other characters, but expect people to reply to them and then they start saying the group isn’t inclusive because they don’t have a lot of threads. But the first few days the dash is always super busy, meaning a lot of tweets will get lost in it, so don’t get sad if some of your tweets don’t get replies, not all of them will. So make sure you’re replying to other people, that’s how you build connections and stay included in the group!! If you ever see anyone posting to RPTs or sending anons to the main saying things are cliquey and you’re in your first 1-5 days, almost 100% of the time it is because they are not replying to enough things themselves!! 

If you’re active, posting your own tweets, and replying to tweets you can get above 100 tweets in your first night. (I’ve gotten 500-600 on the first night before)

You may see a lot of ‘LMS for a DM’ posts too, which just means if you like it, they’ll send you a DM.

SUPPORT OTHER CHARACTERS

Do you see that selfie on the TL?? Go like and retweet it!! Even post a reply on it if you’re really feeling it this is a fast way to make friends. Also, retweet any milestone posts you see posted!! It’s always nice to get support on your own character, which means you need to do it for others.

Also you should get out of your comfort zone, roleplay with faceclaims you may not normally roleplay with, or characters you don’t know.

In the end you'll come to understand more how things work as time goes on, and typically very fast.

DIRECT MESSAGES (DMS)

There are two types of general messages in the DMs (well three, but I’m giving the third its own category)

The first is OOC messages, used to plot, or communicate with your partner. Much like OOC posts on the timeline, you want to always start this out with ‘//’.

Now for IC messages. These are written just as you would write for DMing as yourself, the only difference is you’re doing it IC.  So here’s a fast example I made between two of my own characters to show you how it works. It really is very casual, and sometimes you’ll DM with people everyday, other times it may die out, it’s all about character chemistry.

PARAS IN DIRECT MESSAGES

So paras still do exist in twitter roleplays!! They just happen in the DMs opposed to on the timeline. Now there are two different ways of acting stuff out in the DMs and one of them is the para way (my personal preference) or some people kind of just talk it, which I’ll also explain.

When it comes to para’s, I’m not going to lie the most common times I see them happen is with ships, writing out dates or smut (no smut if yoURE A MINOR). Which you may lead up to happening through messages or hint at it, and then you just ask your partner

“//hey do you want to para this?” and typically they’ll say yes, sometimes people might be too busy. If this is the case you can just headcanon it OOC!! Which just means you discuss what may have happened.

So if you’re wondering what a para may look like, it could be something like this:

Now for the ‘talk’ version, it’s a little different, and I’m personally not a big fan of it, but if it’s my partner's preference I’ll do it. And basically you don’t write out the actions, you just hint at them in what they’re saying. 

So an example of what that looks like is the following:

OTHER IMPORTANT SHIT YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT

Milestones: Milestones are when you hit a big number of tweets, for example every hundred tweets. People often celebrate by posting pictures, or videos. Though I find once I pass 1K tweets I don’t do milestones for every hundred, but I at least do them for every 500.

Indirects: An indirect is when someone mentions your characters name on the timeline, this means that when you search the name and hit ‘from people you follow only’ you can see it. These are great for selfie captions, so if you see someone asking for an indirect, give them one!!  An example of one would be if someone said ‘grayson is the wORST’, since they used ‘grayson’ I can find it in my indirects. When using this for a selfie caption you typically credit the person who said it with their @ for example if I made it my characters selfie caption I’d format it as ‘@.characterurl: Grayson is the wORST’.  Notice the period to separate the @ from the username? This is so they aren’t actually are tagged and get stuck with your notifications for that post.

Quirk: Some people like quirk, some people don’t. Basically, it’s characters who post memes constantly, make a joke out of everything, and are just very extra. I find that a nice middle ground is the best place to be.  Don’t let that be the only thing you post, and don’t be too quirky in serious situations. But a little quirk never hurt anyone!!

TWITTER RP LINGO

TL: Timeline

LMS: Like my shit/stuff/status

DN: Display Name

DP: Display Picture

DM: Direct Messages

RT: Retweet

BASICALLY THE DO’S AND DON’TS

Do:

Follow your group's rules!!

Run your plots by the admins!!

Reply to other people’s tweets (as many as you can, don’t be selective!!)

Post your own tweets!!

Retweet all selfies and videos you can 

Be a welcoming person!!!

Don’t:

Expect people to reply to your stuff if you are barely replying to anyone else.

Take IC drama as OOC

Be a shitty person, avoid being racist, sexist, homophobic etc, etc. 

Be cliquey

Guilt trip people for ships!!

Only look for ships / faceclaim hunt ships

Tag up on characters on the dash (if you see two people arguing don’t throw your character in, it’s overwhelming)

Turn people against other players characters. Even if you don’t like them, it’s not right to isolate someone like that.

Go to RPT blogs with your problems instead of the admins. You can’t solve problems that way, if you talk to the admins, they’ll try to help.  RPT blogs can’t, which makes you part of the problem.

IN CONCLUSION

That’s it MNBVCXZ If I missed something you want to know, send me a message!!

[littlemulattokitten]

Dating App Conundrums

Alright so I’ve been planning to do this for a while, and may make a thing out of it just to chronicle the adventure from single to hopefully not, but who knows. 

Basically I decided to research a few dating apps and try them out, since I’m the type of person who’s content to stay home, but also only likes going out with a friend or small group (not alone) - therefore my chances of meeting people are probably in the negatives without dating services like the ones I’m currently on.

This post will probably end up being both a review of some of these apps as well as a master shitpost detailing the adventures of a straight female attempting to find a straight male to date online. And I know Tumblr well enough that at least half the people who read this will have yet another reason to be proud of their not straight orientation. Because good fucking lord the nonsense I’ve seen.

Storytime begins below the cut. This isn’t going to be short. That’s your warning. It will probably be funny at some points though. It’s funny to live it, at least. And I may break it into parts, Idk yet.

Let’s get a few things out of the way first.

Until this experiment, I’d never used dating apps ever. I knew of them. Hated them on principle (dislike them even more now, but we’ll get into that later) and wanted nothing to do with them. I knew a few people who were happily married to a Match.com or OKCupid match but aside from that – I’d never even downloaded Tinder like everyone else I knew in HS and college.

I haven’t actually dated anyone since my first semester of college. On purpose. I broke off my engagement to my elementary school sweetheart (thankfully we are still good friends and our friendship recovered from that near disaster) and I just wanted to focus on myself for a while.

The small handful of relationships I have had that lasted longer than 6 months taught me a lot about what I want in my ideal mate. The one or two less-than-6-months-barely-relationships I had in high school taught me A LOT about what I will never put up with from people.

My “type” isn’t reflective of my dating history. I’ve gotten to the point with these apps where I’m combining their shallow-indorsing metrics with my own personal preferences. Basically going through an aesthetic checklist then scanning through their profile to see if the actual person is equally pretty.

Spoiler, I have to swipe left A LOT.

I’m a very particular person. I’m very introverted and I hate when someone makes conversation harder than it has to be. I can hold a conversation. I just refuse to be the only one putting effort into it. (This makes more sense later)

I’m beyond fed up with dating app culture but my perfect or close enough to perfect guy has gotta exist so most of my accounts will remain I fucking guess.

I’m not necessarily looking for Mr. Forever. I’ll gladly keep him if I find him, but I’m also not looking for a relationship that I know will be temporary. I don’t do things by halves. I want something solid, whether it lasts forever or not depends on a lot of things.

I CAN’T EMOTIONALLY MULTITASK. I can really only give one person my full interest and attention at a time, which doesn’t bode well for these apps bc you gotta be able to bounce form one to the next no matter how excited you were about someone. These apps fucking suck.

Okay. Now let’s begin properly.

I started with Bumble. Yes. I know. Introverted female starting on a dating app that requires her to make the first move. That can’t go badly right.

I damn near have a panic attack every time I get a match I stg. Anyway.

I was skeptical at first. I’m not huge on people knowing a lot about me from the outset (or I wasn’t - i give so much less of a fuck now bc it makes almost no difference on these things) so my profile was pretty threadbare and cold. Now, a few weeks later, my profile is an efficient snapshot with a splash of Slytherin “Don’t fucking test me.”

Did I mention I’m an INTJ Scorpio? Yeah my entire approach is gonna scream that and my Hogwarts house, just you wait.

Round 1 ~ Bumble 🐝🍯

Okay so Bumble is interesting. For those who don’t know, it’s basically Beehive-Themed Tinder except for heterosexual couples, the lady has to initiate conversation. (Either party in a same sex match can message first) She has 24 hours from the point where her and a fella have “matched” to do so, then he has 24 hours to respond and seal the match – ending the time limits.

Bumble also gives you a rough estimate of how far away someone is sometimes. I’ve read articles about how bumble’s location estimate feature has ruined relationships forged through bumble and generally turned women into paranoid psychos over matches. Can. Fucking. Confirm. It’s the most annoying thing ever. Why?

Android vs Apple. That’s literally why.

The way Bumble’s location service is supposed to work is that everytime you open the app, it updates your location based on your phone or computer’s location. As far as I can tell, that’s exactly how it works on my android phone.

Apple users. Y’all are a problem. Not because I give a shit about your iPhone, I don’t give a shit do you ffs, but IOS location permissions can allow apps to update your location without the app being open.

Reread that for me.

Without. The app. Being. Open.

Which basically means if you match checks your profile, they can tell whether you’re where you were when they swiped right (say, 26 miles away) versus, oh idfk, a whole state or two away.

Real specific example I know. Why? Because I ended up unmatching a guy I REALLY wanted to get to know better because of it.

Though, to be fair, guys are really lax about how they behave on these apps in my opinion, which is a bigger problem than the stupid IOS setting.

Allow me to explain.

Dating App Etiquette 

It barely exists, but it should. Here’s the thing. On these apps, you basically swipe right on a pretty face and left on one you’re not interested in waking up to in the morning or sitting on. I’m only being half funny here. I’m convinced people use dating apps more for hookups than their intended purpose. Which, whatever, but for fuck’s sake make BumbleHookup. There’s BumbleDating, DumbleFriends, and BumbleNetwork or whatever. Just make BumbleDTF so we can filter these people out already.

BACK TO THE SINFULLY ATTRACTIVE AND INTERESTING DUDE I UNMATCHED

I’m still kinda peeved about this. In part at myself, but also just in general.

Most people seem to treat Bumble like Tinder. They don’t fill out their profile hardly at all. Have less than 3 pictures, have pictures that make it unclear who’s profile it is, or – my least favorite thing that is almost 100% regional – THEY REALLY FUCKING THINK A PICTURE OF THEM IN SUNGLASSES HOLDING A FUCKING FISH THEY JUST CAUGHT IS ATTRACTIVE. IT IS NOT. THAT’S NOT WHAT THE PICTURES ARE FOR. JUST SAY YOU LIKE TO FISH IN YOUR FUCKING PROFILE BECAUSE IF I HAVE TO LOOK AT ONE MORE MOTHER FUCKING FISH-

I’ve seen a lot of fish in the last few weeks. Like. So many that I’m basically auto swiping left if someone’s profile has less than 4 pictures and one or more contains a stupid fucking fish.

LOOK AT MY FUCKING USERNAME. LITTLEMULATTOKITTEN. IF A SELF-IDENTIFYING CAT TRAPPED IN A HUMANS BODY SAYS THERE’S TOO MANY FUCKING FISH – THERE ARE TOO MANY MOTHER FUCKING FISH.

I can guarantee this won’t be my last fish rant. You don’t understand how many fucking fish I’ve seen.

BUT THIS GUY DIDN’T HAVE ANY FISH IN HIS PROFILE.

So he already had my fucking attention. He was also startlingly handsome – not in a oh you exist off puss and nothing else there’s no other way someone as pretty as you with a penis could exist – but like “Oh. I’d…really like to look at that forever and sit on it if you’ll let me please.”

NOT ONLY DID I FIND HIM THAT ATTRACTIVE BUT HE SWIPED RIGHT ON ME TOO AND READ ENOUGH OF MY PROFILE TO ASK ME A QUESTION FROM THE LOWER HALF OF IT.

I was freaking the fuck out excited.

And frankly the odds of him seeing this are so fucking low that I’ll go ahead and tell you some specifics about the short convo we had, but nothing that could lead anyone back to him obviously.

He’d lived in my home state. First thing he asked was which city I was from. Then he guessed, claiming that guess was based off a beanie I was wearing in my second to last (I think) image available on my profile.

He’d lived in my home CITY. Which means he was familiar with the CULTURE. And would probably GET ME MORE THAN MOST GUYS IN MY AREA.

He worked in an industry/field I knew about and had almost gone into myself.

He was so fucking attractive. I have yet to come across someone who checked ever preliminary shallow box on my want list.

Biceps. Listen. We’re all a little shallow. Biceps do to me what ass and tiddy do to some guys. It’s one of the few really fucking strong visual things I have, followed by dark hair and blue eyes. But he was something of a gym rat, for sure, and I’d gladly torture myself at the gym if that man was going to be in my line of sight at all during the process.

Seriously. I’ve never seen someone who didn’t look like they had to be famous or an alien that made me go “He’s so pretty I want to cry.” EVER. I WANT TO CRY THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE’RE NOT MATCHED ANYMORE.

And last but not least – like almost every fucking match I’ve ever made, I could count his replies on one hand before he went radio silent.

So, how does this relate to that location issue, you may ask.

Because I didn’t fucking know that Bumble could update your location on some devices without you opening the app.

There’s no online/activity indicator for Bumble except their location updating. Which, when you’re really excited to get to know someone and they suddenly vanish, but they’re more likely than not still online, you might start to feel like you’ve been put on hold.

Life stuff, yes, makes sense, I get it. But these apps have push notifications (which can be buggy) and if you’ve matched with someone, odds are you’re interested enough to check back on occasion (unless you aren’t). So it quickly became a worry game.

Because, like I said, I can’t just say “I’m excited about you, but I’ll keep browsing”. I don’t work that way. Unless I’m not excited about someone, then yeah I’ll keep scatter-shotting. But if I’m not excited to get to know someone why the fuck would I swipe right.

Anyway. After a few days of silence, I was disappointed and getting bitter and the few proverbial bones I’d thrown him had gone unanswered. I knew I was overthinking it and letting my own insecurities get to me a bit, but at the end of the day, there’s a few general courtesies that should exist in online dating culture that don’t.

Why people are afraid or hesitant to say they’re too busy to respond much in their profiles is beyond me. Some guys have the right idea announcing that they’re bad at checking the app and offering their snapchat or telling matches to ask for it.

But even if you’re testing the waters with another match, we’re all on this app for the same fucking reason. Say so. I’m not the kind of person who will need to, because I don’t operate that way on these apps, but I would. Because if that person is really bothered by you finding out if you’re more compatible with someone you matched with prior to them, that tells you something about them.

Would I have been disappointed if that had been the case with this guy? Yeah, kinda. I probably would have felt like his second choice at best, even if he’d come back to chatting with me. But that’s how these fucking apps are designed. Buckle up or unmatch. Fuck your emotions and self-esteem.

I unmatched for my sanity, because that happened a few days into this whole experiment and I wasn’t on any other sites yet. I wasn’t really prepared to deal with this whole thing yet and I didn’t know what to expect. I felt like shit and decided that if he showed up in my feed again, maybe I’d super swipe him (paid extra special right swipe that tells them you REALLY like their face and whatever) but I still don’t know what I’ll do if he does. 

Lowkey hoping it was all a misunderstanding and whatever but like, not at all holding out for that because what are the fucking odds.

And again, my disappointment stems mostly from the fact that I was really excited to get to know him. The idea of finding someone on this stupid app in less than a week who wasn’t forcing his fish pictures in my face, would absolutely be the type of person to encourage my own wellness goals, and who was obviously smart because of his career path, was such an exciting thought. If we’d hit it off and gotten along really well, I’d have been so many levels of shocked and overwhelmingly happy that I just don’t know what I’d do.

When someone who looks like they’re 100% your type actually reads your profile and swipes right – you get excited. I was really excited. I’m still a little sad/disappointed, but I’m basically over it.

Other Misc. Things I’ve Learned On Bumble and other Dating Apps As a Relationship Seeking User

Take every profile with a grain of salt unless it’s so blatantly straightforward. And then still toss a pinch in.

The pretty pretty pretty buff boys who look like their players but their profiles claim they want a relationship? Odds are still players. They will try to convince you there’s 10 inches in their pants. They clearly aren’t smart enough to know that’s biologically uncomfortable for females and the best way to end up in the emergency room with a ruined cervix so don’t even swipe right. They’ll just ask for nudes.

People who use dating sites have some odd, hive mind fixation with The Office.

“Jim looking for his Pam” is in most profiles. I’m not sure why. References to The Office or mentions of The Office are about as common as all the stupid fucking fish.

I live in the wrong part of the country to find guys I’m actually going to share interests with. Just wait until I tell you about my experience so far on OK Cupid. I literally won’t find anyone where I live unless they’re from somewhere culturally similar to where I was born and are willing to move back with me. Because I am not fucking staying in the land of the god damn fish forever.

Most people don’t look at religion and politics like I do. Which is “You do you, I’ll do me, we won’t talk about it and we can peacefully do each other.” I don’t fucking care if your politics contradict mine if that’s the only thing we have not in common. Just make it a blacklisted subject and don’t let one frankly insignificant difference of opinion ruin an entire relationship or potential relationship. And same with religion. I’m not even a little religious. I don’t care if my future husband is unless it’s in my face constantly, he tries to “convert me”, get me to go to church with him, or some other blatant disrespect of my own religious standing. You worship whatever you want. I’ll right fanfiction about magic demon princes fucking their human-born demon queen every which way to Sunday. If religion is that big of a fucking deal for you, be upfront about it. Most people are in their bios. Either way, I’m really fucking sick of people who put too much weight into these two things like they actually decide how compatible you are with someone unless you let them.

I fucking hate fish.

Dating apps need more filters and ways to narrow down searches. 90% of the filters already present are shallow as all hell. What’s a few more.

Primarily let me filter out a few NAMES. This sounds super picky, but I have a really big family. 7 uncles. Over 20 cousins including the few cousins of mine who have kids. There’s a few names that would just be weird and awkward for me to associate with a significant other. If I could filter out my stepdad’s first name (which is disgustingly common but still), my biological father’s name, and a few of my uncle’s names, that’d be fucking swell. You already let me filter by religion and race. Let me filter out some fucking names damnit.

And there have to be people who have traumatic associations with names too like?????

The Office is a funny, good show and all but WHY IS EVERYONE ON THESE APPS FUCKING OBSESSED WITH IT THE WAY I’M OBSESSED WITH HARRY POTTER. I’VE SEEN IT. IT’S NOT **THAT** FUCKING FUNNY. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.

YOU HOLDING A DEAD FISH ISN’T FUCKING ATTRACTIVE SIR. THIS ISN’T THE SHAPE OF WATER. SHOW ME YOUR FACE NOT YOUR FISH.

The dating apps that are probably actually worth using all require a paid subscription.

There’s no real way to advertise that you find sex and physical intimacy very important in a relationship without making yourself sound like a cock-thirsty whore. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you do you, but I’m looking for someone to be a slut FOR, I’m not one already and I dislike not being able to be upfront about that without being profiled or attracting fuckboys.

WHY CAN I NOT FILTER OUT PROFILES THAT CONTAIN IMAGES OF FISH

STOP WITH THE FUCKING FISH COUNTRY BOYS. ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A GIRLFRIEND OR SOMEONE TO KEEP TRACK OF YOUR TACKLEBOX? AND DON’T TELL ME THAT’S THE SAME THING, MY FAMILY IS COUNTRY. IT AIN’T THE SAME FUCKING THING. ALL THAT FISH TELLS ME IS THAT YOU’RE PROBABLY COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING.

Judging by the few fish-fucks with their profiles filled out at all – they’re compensating for personality.

With how shallow the filters on these sites are, just go ahead and fucking add eye color, hair, etc. Seriously. If you’re gonna let me be shallow enough to only pick men of a certain ethnicity, and religion, you may as fucking well let me see if I can find a guy with blue eyes, biceps, dark hair, non religious, who doesn’t want kids without reading every fucking profile I come across.

There are way more guys on these sites who want or think they want children some day. This baffles me. But then again my primary reason for not wanting children is pregnancy and giving birth which wouldn’t be their problem so of course they want them.

I just need to auto left-swipe if I see a fish. These apps are shallow anyway. Do not make a fucking fishing joke just because I said shallow.

OK Cupid has a better matching system than Bumble and such, but it’s still irritating as all hell. You can’t choose question categories that are more important. So if I see a 91% match, but he has no sex questions filled out or our sexual compatibility is like…50%...that’s not REALLY a 91% match for me. Let me mark 2 or 3 question categories as priority for fucks sake.

The bulk of guys on these apps fall into 2 categories (for me anyway) – Not enough giveadamn to explain their presence on the site & thank u, next.

Online dating is disappointing as fuck.

I’m seriously going to lose my mind if I can’t get away from the fucking fish pictures. ENOUGH. I GET IT. I NEED TO MOVE.

Seriously – I. Need. To. Move. Back. Home. I am not meant for this part of the country. These good ole boys are meant for someone but it ain’t me and my family is fucking country. I’ve been fishing, ridden 4-wheelers, made shit out of wood for shits and giggles, helped my grandparents in the garden, eaten deer my grandfather or uncles hunted and prepared, helped chop wood, ridden in the bed of a truck, etc etc etc. But ya bitch has lifestyle goals that only include mud at scheduled times. We can go camping, but we should also go out to dinner sometimes and go clubbing or dancing other times.

I was not born with this ass to settle for a man who looks like an angel and acts like one too. Why is no one non-ironically blunt about their sexual preferences?  You cannot convince me that the majority of men lack strong opinions on this subject. SERIOUSLY. IT IS 2019 NOT 1619. God DAMNIT. You’re on a DATING SITE. THAT’S AN ASPECT OF RELATIONSHIPS THAT CAN MAKE OR BREAK THEM. BE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

It’s not even actually about sharing every interest. I don’t give a shit if he doesn’t like Harry Potter much. If he’s annoyed by the level I like it, yeah that’s an issue. Otherwise, be supportive and kind about that kinda shit. That’s all I’m asking for. That’s how I am in return.

I make shit with yarn, write off the wall fanfiction, have a lot of sexual interests I don’t usually broadcast, and don’t understand how dating sites are still this ineffective in 2019.

This is super long already so I’m gonna save the other apps for a separate installment if this one is enjoyed or whatever. Jesus. These apps, guys.

Apps I still need to talk about that probably won’t require this many words each – Hinge, Coffee Meets Bagel, OkCupid (OkC might need a few thousand words).

I’ll probably look into some other niche dating sites too because at this point, what the fuck ever - I just wanna meet someone back home or willing to move back home with me who fits some reasonable criteria parameters. And I’m not even as picky as half the profiles I’ve seen, lemme tell ya. I’m just fucking opinionated. And beyond sick of this experiment already.

Sigh.

If I ever see a fish again it’ll be too soon. Bet the first profile picture on my bumble dash later will be another fucking fish though.

Those who expressed interest: @accio-echo  |  @infallibleangel  | @aconitumluparia  and those who liked are my followers so you’ll see it. This post is so long my browser is bugging out with tags or I’d tag you all too.

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15. Things you said with too many miles between us (online friend!namjoon + idol!you)

Summary | In which Namjoon has beaten stress, pressure, and also time differences with you by his side but he has yet to beat to know that whom he's talking to through the screen of his phone is the same person he fawns on TV screens along with millions of other people.

Genre | Fluff + Super slight angst

Wordcount | 3, 193

Sequel : Missed Calls

     Light suddenly illuminates the pitch black room and it shines against every curve and ridge of Namjoon's face, pricking his eyes to open as he blindly reaches for his glasses.

    Once finding his bedroom clear through the lenses, he grabs his phone which alerted him of a new notification.

1 New Message!

SunnyY/N 1:32 AM

Hi! I just finished watching Predestination and holy shit how dare you rec me something so mindfucking??!!

    Namjoon types lethargically with a smile hanging on his lips.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

Glad you found the movie compelling though it's 1:33 AM here in the fucking morning, I've got AP exams later, and you woke me up just to say that?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm sorry oh my gosh I thought you were awake! God, I didn't think of the time difference! Okay okay, go to sleep now.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

It's alright, I’m having trouble sleeping lately anyway. Where are you currently?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm in Italy now though I haven't find anytime yet to travel around :((( Anyhow, go to sleep now! You need that sleep to defeat those tests later!

    Namjoon raises his brow. It must be nice to travel around different parts of the world because of your parent's work. The constant jetlags may be troublesome but he'd rather have that than take on a pile of homeworks and exams he doesn't even need for his major.

MonJoon 1:34 AM

Okay, stay safe there. Good nytie night!

SunnyY/N 1:35 AM

Nyt Nyt!!! :DDD

    Around six o'clock, Namjoon wakes up to the blaring noise of his alarm clock and another notification.

SunnyY/N 6:01 AM

I hope you have a nice day and good luck on your exams! Fighting!!!! 🙆🙆🙆 ( P.S. : I computed the time difference, credits to Mr. Google and I figured you'll be awake now :)))) )

    A grin spreads on Namjoon's face as he ruffles his bed hair and heads to his bathroom. He's got enough of good luck now to tackle on anything that will get on his nerves.

    The day passes and so do his three exams with Namjoon fortunately being still alive. He feels he should ask you to wish him luck everyday because God knows how his luck hasn't worn off yet today. And just like every hard work he gets done, he thinks his reward just came with a "ding!" and a Twitter update.

Y/N Official™ 7:20 PM

Y/N models new collection of Flyday "Missantrophies"!

    Namjoon has never tapped so fast in his life only to see pure beauty before him. Y/N wore frilly dresses painted with classical paintings his art major friend, Jeongguk, studies that made her look like an artwork instead while she daintily posed around some museum in Rome he knows he'll never have a chance to go to anytime soon. The pictures were breathtaking but what made his heart almost combust was the behind the scene shoots with her barely there make-up and a bright grin on her tired form as she hugs a huge teddy bear by her side.

    Too cute, too cute, too cute, gosh Namjoon wants to know how to become that teddybear now.

    Namjoon taps on the Send Me icon and immediately taps the image with your username.

MonJoon 7:20 PM

HAVE YOU SEEN THE RECENT FLYDAY PHOTOSHOOT???!!! Y/N LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE ART

- see 10 photos

SunnyY/N 7:21 AM

Yes hoe, but look at this babe

-see 1 photo

    Namjoon opens the pic to see Y/N lazily looking at her self-camera with tired eyes and bare face that looks like the meme "I don't fucking care anymore". He laughs with his heart squeezing with affection. He's always a sucker for pictures of Y/N looking like everyday college students. But wait -

MonJoon 7:22 PM

She looks so cute!!!! Btw how did you get this pic???? I haven't seen it on her social media accounts yet. Tell me how??????

SunnyY/N 7:22 PM

I have my ways 😏😏😏 Let's just say I'm really resourceful :DDD

MonJoon 7:23 PM

Meanie

"You're chatting with your online girlfriend again?"

    Namjoon raises his head to be met with his roommate (and friend, though he wants to regret such title sometimes) Seokjin's teasing smirk accompanied by a click of the door. He just came home and the first thing he does is suggest that out-of-nowhere-conclusion he kept bringing up. "Uhh yes, online girl-space-friend, not girlfriend," he corrects before he lets his fingers fly across the screen of his phone.

MonJoon 7:30 PM

How are things going around you by the way? Just finished this hellday and I wanna say I think I passed them but I think I'm gonna jinx myself so I'd rather not.

SunnyY/N 7:31 PM

You're not gonna jinx yourself! Just think positive! I know you're smart 😎😎😎 so of course you're gonna pass!!! I'm okay though I'm deadly tired. Been through another flight and now I'm in Sweden.

MonJoon 7:32 PM

So soon?! You're in Italy just like a few hours ago and you haven't traveled around yet!!!! You're missing opportunities, hoe!!

    Namjoon thinks you're hella insane going from one country to another without even staying for a while to travel.

SunnyY/N 7:32 PM

I'm really sad too 😥😥😥 but can't blame my parents for deciding to go from one country to another. Oh I got drunk earlier and fortunately I didn't accidentally open another account in some social media platform. I've already got too many shits, don't need to let the whole world know I'm such an embarrassing person ahahahha

    Namjoon chuckles and he could hear Seokjin yell "There you go again laughing like a lovesick fool. Stop denying she's so your online girlfriend!" over the kitchen but he didn't mind that at all when he remembers the first time he knew you was through the same odd antic you do when you're drunk.

    It was two years ago around some November midnight when Aym a BaBe suddenly messaged him on Send Me with "I'm really sad, can i take up this space for a while?"

    Namjoon was used to receiving shady or nonsense flirty messages from questionable usernames, not to say he automatically deletes messages from people he have never heard of at all. But that night was an exception since it was also the first time he saw someone's pain without even looking at their face.

    Just like what you said, you then filled up the convo space with "I'm just really sad right now" and "I can't even let out my true feelings at all to the people around me," and lastly how you admired his courage for posting the only post that got over 100 notes in his entire Tumblr life defending female solo artist Y/N.

     Y/N, the apple of Namjoon's eyes and his wife-to-be in his own dreamlamd started from scratch and slowly built her career in the music industry with her navy blue guitar and songs about broken glasses and misplaced loves. Namjoon thinks she could have already taken over the world with her now inactive small Youtube account Y/N sings with her original songs about sex, love, and drugs - things usually sung by men artists and topics that were avoided by females in fear of being silenced and judged by a misogynist world.

    Though her fame only started with break up songs as she delved into TV and radio shows that prevented her from trying bold moves such as her compositions in her Youtube career, Y/N still writes and sings her heart out and Namjoon cheered for her continuous success.

    Around one year later, her upbeat breakup single Go F*ck Yourself gained worldwide popularity that made her voice be known on all ears. That's why yesterday, when news broke out about Y/N's new album No More You was about the trifecta that killed every other female artists' career in such a traditional industry, all hell broke lose over the net.

    A couple of  "You're promoting bad things with your song," "You're trying too hard,"  and unnecessarily mean "You're so ugly, try getting a plastic surgery maybe you'll be more tolerable in every viewer's eyes," Namjoon just have to type down a massive text post about such cyber harassment and downright misogyny and inhumane comments against a person who wanted to convey the reality of other people now that her voice can be heard by all over the world.

    You suddenly appeared then with a weird username in that one'o clock haze. Namjoon let you rant out your complaints on the convo space, read each message you sent without replying because not everyone needs advice, just someone who can listen to them. When Namjoon checks his inbox some day later, he found that you changed your username to SunnyY/N like every other fan who uses their idol's name on their username but there's something about yours that drove him to know you more. Maybe it's because he wouldn't associate 'sunny' to Y/N unless she's smiling so wide - he wasn't really sure. And just like that, he formed a stable communication with someone he calls "Sun" whose face he hasn't seen yet over a two year course of friendship that is still staying strong now.

MonJoon 7:35 PM

Good for you that you didn't start up another account. Why are you drunk anyway?

SunnyY/N 7:38 PM

Nothing, just sad. Not a big deal. It's 1 AM here btw, I gotta go. Nytie nyt!

    Namjoon can sense you didn't want to talk about it so he sends his good nights too before going to the table for dinner. After getting his homeworks done, he counts time differences and sets another alarm aside from his morning call.

    Around seven, you wake up with the hundredth notification on your phone but the latest one is what only mattered.

MonJoon 7:01 AM

Good morning! I hope you have a great day. Stay safe, hoe :)

 //

      In the middle of writing an essay about the fundamentals of quantum physics, Namjoon's My Only Friend ringtone makes the man jump on his seat, pen almost flying from his grasp. In his defense, Y/N's MOF is the best of her recent album, Friends & Foes, and it's made him feel so much anyway-

    Namjoon swipes the green button. "What is it, Jimin?"

    "Hey have you seen the announcement of Y/N's concert tour?" Jimin rattles, "Man, the ticket prices are up and I swear to God I have to sell at least one kidney to get the VIP seats and -"

    Jimin's rambling turns into white noise as Namjoon hesitates. He's in the middle of doing tons of essays and shit, he's gonna get distracted again with Y/N's face. He already promised himself to tone down his “stanning” a little and just - fuck it. His hands are already pounding against his keyboard, the tab he opened for his references already in the back of his mind as he clicks the news of your new concert. When it comes to Y/N, he easily pushes away his priorities and God, it's just so stupid but still -

Y/N Official™ 10:50 PM

Y/N Sun + Moon Tour ticket prices are up! Concert dates in other countries will be further announced.

    Namjoon scrolls down and sees listings of dates in California, New York, Los Angeles, yadah yadah, Italy, and Sweden - wait.

    He mumbles a "Gonna get back to you Chim, I'm busy right now" through the phone, ends the call, and goes to Send Me to tap your icon.

1 Unread Message!

    Oh right, he hasn't opened Send Me the past few days because he and Seokjin forgot to pay their net bills. Shocks, you must have been pissed off he hadn't replied you yet.

    However, he didn't expect to read something aside from your memes or your whereabouts and concern for his.

SunnyY/N 1:20 AM

Hi Joon, I'm gonna be inactive for a while but I think i can send a few somethings whenever I can. Just send me anything you want, complain about school and friends, fanboy over Y/N or whatever, I'm gonna reply to that once I can. Hope you have a wonderful day! :DDD

MonJoon 11:00 PM

Hi Sun, sorry I only read your message now. Jin and i forgot to pay bills on time again so yeah. Btw, Y/N's gonna go there in Sweden on July 5 and I hope you can come there! Send me pics if you can! Stay safe hoe and enjoy travelling around!

    Namjoon closes his phone as well as his previous tabs aside from his references and leans on his chair. When you've both started opening up to each other online, you mentioned that once a year you're gonna be hella busy with your folks to the point you barely have time for goofing around the net. It sounded weird but he didn't question you about it and typed "gotta detach yourself away from your phone somehow someday. I’m like that too when finals come hahahahha.", afraid he'll sound prying. 

    After two years of hanging around and being fond of you, he can't help but be constantly curious of what you're actually doing. You're born in the same year as him (though you're only two months older than him) and you've been travelling around the world with your parents while Namjoon's stuck in college with a Philosophy degree and hating every other subject that has nothing to do with making music. You're sick rich and you have your own studio at home (you showed him a pic) because technically you enjoy music too while he's almost dying with the constant tutoring sessions he have with other kids just so he can save up for his Mon Studio-to-be.

    He wonders how he can connect with you so well when you've never had a common ground in your lives aside from liking music and also Y/N. What it would be like if you are a normal college student like him? Are you really small like you say? What will you probably major in? You'll pass out if you had the same schedule as him, Namjoon snorts. He'll probably be that friend who'll constantly check up on you, and you'll probably smile so wide, and maybe your eyes would turn into tiny curves like crescent moons. You haven't sent him a selca yet but he thinks you'll be pretty.

    Namjoon sighs. He wants to meet you so badly.

 //

      September comes and Namjoon counted 23 small candles his friends stuck in the cake Seokjin made. His friends told him to make a wish first but he didn't really have anything that came to his mind. Yeah, maybe he wishes for everyone's health and happiness - he could do with that, and then he blows the candles along with the worries of the past year.

    When the party died down and Yoongi and the rest of the squad bid them goodbyes, Namjoon finds himself slumped against his chair, tired of cleaning all the confetti from party poppers and the piñata Hoseok brought from god knows where.

    He opens his phone and scrolls through his Twitter feed for any updates on Y/N's tour and just then a Send Me notif pops out and he smiles. He never managed to beat through coincidence to be online the same time as you do so he settled for unread messages and leaving messages for the past month as well as sending each other pictures of what you've been doing at the meantime. These kept a smile on his face but he knew right then it would never beat the grin he has now he's got to finally talk with you again.

SunnyY/N 1:01 AM

Happy Birthday, Joon! 😆😆😄

🍕🍕🍕🍟🍟🍟🍔🍔🍔🍲🍲🍲🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍦🍦🍦🍫🍫🍫

Hope you ate a lot!

MonJoon 1:01 AM

Thanks! and yes i ate a lot! Seokjin's food is ever 👌👌👌 And oh my god, you're finally online! I miss my hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:02 AM

Yes, some things came up but i'm gonna be fine now. Hey, I'm coming back home in Korea this September and holy gosh Y/N will also hold her concert the same month here! Go come, I will be there and we can finally meet up!!! (I won't be free until after the 26th anyway and i want to meet you so bad now that we're gonna be in the same country!!!!)

    Namjoon's heart thunders. You've never suggested a meet-up before since you told him six months ago you're not yet okay showing yourself to him when it happened that you stayed in Korea and he requested to meet you. However, the small pain in his heart whenever he has to type this cannot be drowned by its overwhelmingly rapid beating.

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Sadly I can't :(

SunnyY/N:1:03 AM

Hey why? I can buy you the VIP tickets if you're feeling a little burdened with the price. I just want to have my main hoe with me

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Thanks for the offer but my finals just have to be scheduled the same day as her concert and guhhh, I don't even want you to spend so much on me. But god, you don't know how happy you made me when you finally agreed to meet up; I just wanna hug you irl!!!! I'm so excited to finally see you, This must be the best birthday present anyone has gave me, hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:04 AM

But I can't wait that long, what if I say I want to meet you now?

    What?

SunnyY/N is requesting for a video call. Accept? Decline?

    Namjoon's brows furrow; you told him before you don't want video calls and now you're doing this? It's confusing but Namjoon clicks on Accept anyway because he doesn't have it in his heart to decline your requests.

    The image of a room and a yellow-hoodied-figure fills his screen. Namjoon can see a bottle on the far corner of your room and before he can scold you for drinking your problems away, a very familiar voice fills his ears and makes him stuck frozen in his chair.

    "I've been feeling sad lately and I tried to get off my phone for the past months but I can't do that now," you sniff, "It's your birthday, I have to greet you. And I know sober me won't do that so I got drunk just to have enough liquid courage to wish you a happy birthday and that I want to meet you."

    Namjoon blinks his eyes twice, this must be a fucking dream - why is he seeing Y/N's bare face and hearing her voice live what - how could you be-

    "By the way, I wrote MOF while  thinking about you," you wipe  the tears forming on your waterline,  "I'm shit right now, but I don't care. I'm saying stuff I'll not remember so you have to remind me okay? I'm gonna end the call now. It's a stupid reason - I just wanna see you."

    Before you tap the red button Namjoon could hear you mutter, "I didn't imagine you'll be this fucking handsome God, I should have fixed myself."

    The screen goes back to the convo space with you now offline and Namjoon can't feel his heart.

    What the fuck, you're Y/N?!

A/N | Hi anon! I combined your requests into #15. Hope you like it! Sorry for the long wait! BTW, Send Me is a social media platform I made up and so is the brand Flyday!

09.07.2018 : Update! This will become another drabble series of mine so expect more dynamics and shenanigans of fan!namjoon and idol!you :D

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