#I know you just want to protect my followers from another spam

[parttime-creative]

Gideon Nav (by me)

Long haired undercut Gideon lives rent free in my mind (and ego)

[luminouslywriting]

Ok so I saw this post and like it would be really cute bob x guardian angel taking care of them when there depressed or anxious or whatever like I neeeed that

Nonny darling, this was just beautiful and I'm happy to do this for you :) Reminder that my requests are open and I don't mind spam one bit haha!

Cut for length, more under the cut, and please note that for this, I went with an actual guardian angel reader:

Dick Winters:

-You know that scene when he’s charging up the hill alone and starts shooting at the Nazis and they’re too stunned to shoot back until the other men arrive? Yeah, this is your time to shine as his Guardian Angel. -It’s one of the most dangerous times for him and when he first really catches sight of you and the way you’re protecting him. -The next time he feels your presence is when he’s alone in Paris and struggling with everything he’s been through. -A gentle hug from you and soft conversation makes all the difference.

Lewis Nixon:

-This gif above here?? Where Nix nearly gets shot? Yeah, you’re the one deflecting that bullet. -He doesn’t think much of it and thinks he’s hallucinating since he’s so drunk most of the time. But there you are, faithfully following after him and ensuring he doesn’t fall to his death or drink too much. -Lew definitely starts having conversations with you and thinks you’re a figment of his imagination for a hot minute. -Right up until he gets notice of the divorce and you’re there helping him through it….and he gets much better after that.

Ronald Speirs:

-Babe, you’ve got a full time job and he is fully aware of that and ready to make you earn your wings haha. -Literally do you even get rest?? -It isn’t until after Bastogne and Foy that he actually gets to talk with you and realizes he could benefit from chilling out a little bit. -And yes, he does have a small crush on you haha.

Buck Compton:

-Literally doesn’t realize you’re there until he leaves Bastogne?? -At which point, your soothing words and kindness in caring for him has him floored and trying to make sense of everything. -He definitely thinks he’s suffered some sort of mental break but you’re just his angel and there to help him. -Your encouragement and care help him get much better and want to return to the boys in episode 10!

Carwood Lipton:

-First becomes aware of you when he nearly gets blown up….and tries really hard to not have to see you again. -He does offer small little thanks at nighttime for your efforts and for helping him stay alive another day. -Starts asking questions and talking to you after Bastogne and Foy because he’s curious. -Lowkey knows what he wants in a partner after you cuddle with him when he has pneumonia haha.

Joe Liebgott:

-Again, someone who is putting you to the test….and enjoys seeing you roll up to help him out a bit. -Probably argues that he doesn’t need a guardian angel?? Yeah that’s a lie and you both know it. -Breaks down in your arms after he translates in the camps and it’s an emotional thing

-Probably prays and thanks God for you being his guardian angel

Donald Malarkey:

-Has a really rough time of things during Bastogne and this is when you arrive to help comfort him

-He thinks you’re the grim reaper or something but quickly grows to like you and the way you help care for him and protect him

-Honestly talks to you a lot during Hagenau and asks questions. -Sneaks a hug every now and then when he thinks he can get away with it.

Eugene Roe:

-How else would this man be so untouched and unharmed?? -He’s fully aware of your job and probably talks to you every chance that he gets. Your jobs are pretty similar anyway and there’s a good reliance on you. -But during Bastogne? Oh, you’ve got your work cut out for you and it’s an emotional time. He definitely cries in your arms. -Probably names one of his future children after you tbh

Bill Guarnere:

-Also thinks he doesn’t need one until he does?? He has a lot of near misses and ends up at the hospital a few different times. -You warn him not to go on the lam and to just stay in the hospital

-Does not appreciate you until you’re the sole reason why he doesn’t die in Bastogne…and then he’s real repentant and relies on you for recovery

-Literally so grateful and adored you…he tries to talk to you a lot.

Joe Toye:

-A softie who has been aware of your presence since he started doing stupid stuff in high school. -Even more grateful for you during the war and expresses so much gratitude. -Would not have made it out of Bastogne if you hadn’t been encouraging him to keep moving and to try and get up. -You’re a major part of his recovery after the war.

George Luz:

-First becomes aware of you during Toccoa when he nearly breaks a bone and you help him?? -He’s SHOOKETH and hitting on you a ton haha

-And during Bastogne?? He knows that he only makes it through all of that because of you. And he definitely cries in your arms after the dud doesn’t go off. -Probably is a lot softer and appreciates you more after the war.

[urauntiefaye]

Faye, are you still opening your requests? If still, i want to share my thoughts, I want you to write it into a oneshot😙. (Yk i love my man jo👀)

scenario/storyline Jo's jealous sex when he saw me perform a duet with a sexy concept with Myung Jaehyun (BoNeDo) on the MAMA stage🌚

Jaehyun and I are one year apart, and I'm the same age as Jo in this plot✨. Ugh, I'm curious about your writing from my hard thoughts (Aka I want to know your version). Your oneshot about jealous Lee-Han is really good huhu🥺. It really feels hard smut when you make the Lee-Han version, especially without protection👁️👄👁️ (I'm quite surprised that someone requested that abt lee-han😭)

Slow it Down: Jo One Shot(🔞)

Title: Slow it Down

CW: choking, mention of Jaehyun from Boynextdoor, DomJo, fem/afab, unprotected sex, spanking like once, let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 446

A/N: I tried man, I hope you like it 😭, ngl I feel like I might have rushed this, I’m working on another Jo fic though that might take me forever to write tbh.

To say that Jo was pissed would be an understatement, he was beyond pissed, after seeing your little dance with Jaehyun during Mama had really set him off. Now he knew that you would be doing a duet with him, but he did not know that the duet would involve you practically grinding your body on Jaehyun. Your hands were tied above your head, your legs pushed up against your chest as Jo relentlessly thrusted into you. “J-jo, slow down, to’much~” you pathetically moan out only to have Jo respond by landing a harsh slap to your already sore ass. His hips never once slowing down, instead picking up the pace even more which you didn’t even think was possible.“He touched what’s mine” Jo grunted out between harsh, sharp thrust. Your moans echoed through out the room following the squelching sound of his dick ramming into your tight wet hole. He wrapped his hand around your throat adding slight pressure, his possessive nature started to take over. He leaned closer to you, his chest flushed against yours his lips barely just brushing against yours as he made you look him in the eyes ``no one touches what’s mine”. His words made you clench around him, mind going blank as the pleasure became overwhelming. You soon became a blubbering mess, trying to plead with him but not a single word came out. Jo could tell that you were close from how your legs started to quiver, his slim fingers darted your clit and rubbed quick circles. His actions caused you to arch your back, your breath hitched in the back of your throat. “Cum baby, cum on dick~” he groaned out, His hips practically jackhammering into you as he was also close to cumming, your body not being able to keep up, shaking in pure ecstasy as your walls spammed out of control around his cock. Both you and Jo lost in the pleasure you didn’t know that he had already come to you, the thick seed leaking out making more of a mess between your legs. He didn’t let up his thrust however, instead becoming more desperate, “f-fuck, such a filthy whore, taking all of my cum” he groaned into your ear, your body convulsing even more as another orgasm washed over your body. Jo rammed his hips into your more, after one last powerful thrust he emptied himself inside you, your pussy taking every last drop. He rubbed your sides as he peppered soft kisses around your face, stilling all movements but not pulling out. Despite both you being sweaty messes you choose to stay in each other’s arms soon falling asleep while cockwarmimg.

[sapphia]

Hey friend, I hope I can ask a favour from you. I’m a black non-binary lesbian going through a tough phase as Both of my parents are openly homophobic and transphobic. I've organised a crowdfunding to solicit for support to evacuate my home, it's been help for me. Please consider to donate to my pinned link on my profile if you can Reblog and share my pin post to reach a large audience with support . Anything helps at the moment.🙏❤️

Alright everyone, time for an impromptu lesson on how to spot scam asks!

The first sign that this message is a scam is honestly that someone is sending me this message at all, especially since I don't interact with the person enough to recognise their name. I'm sure that 99.9% of donation messages will be spam messages set up by accounts specifically designed to get money out of people, enough that I will delete these by default. I don't think I've ever had a genuine one. But if messages like this tug on your heartstrings enough to want to find out, let me show you how to do that.

The first warning sign is that I'm not following them. Maybe they're a longtime follower of my account though, and I might want to help them in that case, so to check that, I go to my account page, scroll down to the blog that was sent the message, and click on followers.

There I can type in alicesgarcia's blog name in the search, to see if she's following me. But I don't have to because I can see that she's right at the top of my follower list. This is a bad sign--it means she's followed me recently. To check this, I go to my notes and filter for followers only.

I left my ask notifications on too, and from this, I can see they actually sent me the ask BEFORE they followed me. Definitely a scam.

But let's say I want to go deeper. Maybe they're not my follower, but perhaps they are a genuine long-time tumblr user in a hard time--after all, they're a black non-binary lesbian with bigoted parents. That's all of my weak spots in one! I really want to support someone in that situation (Which, of course, I do, I'm on tumblr. This scam is highly targeted, and they s know what will get my sympathy).

So let's check out her blog. She's got a lot of posts, but they're all photo posts, which is another red flag. Though I'm scrolling and scrolling, most of the posts were made 1 day ago, with another big dump 5 days ago. There's a LOT of posts, too much to scroll through. This is deliberate, to make her look legit and discourage people from seeing the date of her first post. But by offsetting posts hundreds at a time (see address bar), I can find her first post.

And there we go--their first post was made five days ago. Definite scam. These are all huge red flags, but you don't need every one of them to tell you it's a scam. Any single one of these should have given me enough doubt that I would just click the block button. New follower? Scam. New blog? Scam. Blog all one type of post? Scam. No interaction with other blogs? Scam. Even the fact that she was so vulnerable and marginalised is a huge warning sign (you're being targeted), as is the fact that her blog just doesn't make her feel like a real person.

Look for ALL of these things. A good scam might set up a blog a month in advance and make personalised posts to gain your trust, or get the login of an old blog and use their age to make them look legit. Keep digging, and keep making sure that what you're seeing tracks with this being a real person in genuine need.

And if you're going to signal boost, even if you're not donating your own money, PLEASE do these basic steps before you post or reblog. Let's protect each other from this.

[moonbyunniee]

in sickness and in health (to love and to cherish)

description ➵ how the genshin characters take care of you when you've fallen sick

characters ➵ childe, albedo, venti, xiao

cw ➵ fluff

a/n ➵ i used a spinny wheel for the characters this time ehehe hope you enjoy! i'll also hopefully make something special for halloween!!🎃🎃 remember my asks box is always open for...literally anything you want to send, reqs or just spam lol - i love you all so much, take care of yourselves🤍🌷

childe - 达达利亚 ➵

tartaglia is definitely a family man who has all sorts of tricks up his sleeve for when you're feeling under the weather!

he will know that you're sick even before you realise it yourself

he gets teased for being so observant by you, i don't make the rules

despite you telling him that you're going to be completely fine, childe has never been one to listen

and he immediately ushers you into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin if you're cold, taking them off again if you're cold

"oh...i think you're running a fever, y/n my prince/princess..."

well if you weren't running a fever before you certainly are now because of that pet name

other than letting you rest in bed the whole time, childe will come over every now and then to check that you're doing okay

he'll make a lot of comfort food, and basically just any food that will make you feel better

if you tell him that you're fine and you don't need his help, he instead contents himself with sulking and moping around the house

poking his head around the corner of the bedroom door every few minutes

and asking if you're okay and if you need anything else

"y/n...do you want me to get anything from outside for you? maybe some nice food? or...or some heated and weighted blankets?"

albedo - 阿贝多 ➵

when he realises you're sick, albedo basically transforms into your personal nurse

he barely ever gets sick, since he's...well he's just built different and no you may not ask questions

albedo is not the type to fuss over people that much

with the exception of you, of course <3

"y/n, are you okay? do you want me to make something to eat for you? or do you want a blanket?"

albedo will also, of course, be sure to whip up some kind of special medicine for you

he’ll be by your side 24/7, and he’ll bring his work beside your bed so that he’s absolutely sure he’s always with you <3

he’s a little tiny bit overprotective sometimes, but it’s just in his nature to do things like writing up charts and graphs displaying your state of wellbeing

just so he knows that you’re feeling okay

he’ll sit by your bed at night or when you’re asleep, quietly reading

or, yk, quietly watching you breathe (this sounds lowkey stalkerish but like who wouldn’t want to be watched asleep by albedo)

he’ll also give you loads and loads of forehead kisses because he knows how much you love them

and he’ll refuse to leave you alone so much that he’ll climb into bed with you, snuggling you into him to “share body heat” because it’s “scientifically proven to make you feel better”

“hmmm…y/n, i think you’re doing better than you were before…but just to make sure, we should stay like this a bit longer…”

venti - 温迪 ➵

mondstadt’s favourite bard is always seen as a cheerful, friendly and easygoing person

but of course, he also has a protective and stubborn side

which comes out to play very rarely

one of these instances is when you get sick

he’ll make you stay in bed 24/7, coming into the room every few minutes to check in on you

he’ll also open a window and let in some refreshing breeze if it’s nice enough outside

“ahhhh…y/n, once you get better we’re gonna go for another adventure! the breeze feels so nice on my face…i could write a song about it, ehehe…”

venti will also attempt to make something to eat for you, since he’s heard around the streets of mondstadt time and time again that certain special recipes can be followed to make foods especially to cure sickness, like the flu, etc.

so he does follow these recipes…

…but they don’t turn out like what either of you expected

you’d better swallow it all down anyway, because he’s going to cry if you don’t

other than trying to be a good nurse for you, venti will grab his lyre and sit beside your bed all day

gently fingering the bright teal strings and humming along with them

he’ll also let you braid his hair since you’ve always wanted to <3

“c’mon y/n…hurry up and get better so we can go wind gliding again! ehehe…pretty please?”

xiao - 魈 ➵

xiao doesn't have time to get sick - he's always out battling demons and stuff like that

so when you get sick, it takes him some time to understand that he needs to take care of you in ways other than warding off evil spirits

he'll insist on staying by your side 24/7, but at the same time he needs to be out fighting literally every second as well

"y/n...i'm...i'm sorry i can't be here the whole time, but if you ever need me, just call out my name. adeptus xiao. i will be here when you call."

you don't call him at all, really, since you don't want to take him away from his important business...

...but either way, get used to xiao randomly appearing in your room every fifteen minutes or so, his eyes wide and alert as he scans the area, panic setting into his eyes until he finally finds you lying in bed, smiling at him with a slightly amused expression

when he comes back home every quarter hour or so, he'll spend the next five minutes by your side

even if he definitely has the blood of enemies all over him and is panting like crazy, he'll sit by your side, taking your hand tenderly in his and kissing your knuckles

whispering words of comfort into your ear and leaving gentle kisses everywhere

"if you need anything...just call me. i'm right here. always and forever, i'm right by your side, even if you can't see me."

[misspoetree]

So the lovely @haahka and I were talking about Tay and how it's a bit sad that the fandom only ever seems to send him on shopping tours or focus on his fashion (you guys know that I'm obsessed with the KinnPorsche Fashion myself, but it's just a little...unadventurous, you know).

And then I got waaay to deep into headcanons with the equally lovely @tumsa (I'm not even sorry for the spam 😌❤).

Now, there are two things I want to do: first, I'd love to hear more Tay headcanons - feel free to throw them at me (as an ask, in the tags, added to this post, whatever you prefer). Because I'm really curious. 👀

And second, I'm going to share a few of mine:

Tay is way more capable than anyone thinks. (But no one needs to know that.)

People treat Tay like a princess within the show - I mean, he isn't even allowed to help in the kitchen at Porsche's. But I don't think Tay IS a princess. I think it's a protective façade. Because letting oneself be underestimated is a (survival) strategy in a world of money and constant power struggle, and a smart one at that. Yes, Tay is really good at reading people in general, but I also feel like people tend to let their guard down around him. Because he's kind, and understanding, and compassionate - and he seems harmless, a bit spoiled even. His 'softness' puts people at ease, makes them talk, makes them more honest than they probably should be. He's not a threat after all. I bet he knows a lot of things he shouldn't. I bet he's smart enough to use that knowledge (to help other people, to help himself, if needed). And I bet Tay could be fucking dangerous if he ever chose to (and wouldn't that be exciting 👀).

I also like to think that Tay has a strong survival instinct that goes beyond 'pretending to be incapable'. He and Kinn have been friends for ages, their families know each other, he basically grew up surrounded by mafia. He probably witnessed Tankhun's kidnapping back in the day. The horror and trauma of it. Tay's family is rich. He's close to the Theerapanyakuls. To the future head of the family. But he DOESN'T have an army of bodyguards following him around. And the downside of 'being harmless' is looking like an easy victim. Tay is too smart to be unprepared. So in my headcanon he knows how to handle a crisis, knows how to deal with danger, knows how to survive. Knows how to get out of the country quickly, how to get money without leaving a trail, how to get an unregistered gun. How to land a mean punch even though he hates it, how to apply (good) first aid EVEN THOUGH HE HATES IT. (I do think that he really isn't a fan of physical stuff, so the princess image is not completely off. Or, well, he lets it work in his favour.)

Tay's reaction to being hurt, being really hurt, is to shut his emotions down completely.

I don't enjoy how Tay's often written as dramatic and over-emotional in his confrontations with Time after what happened at Hum Bar. He isn't sober when he catches his boyfriend shoving his tongue down another man's throat, and well, his boyfriend is shoving his tongue down another man's throat. So of course he's fucking angry. And emotional. Right then and there. But the thing is, Tay had time to think, time to cool off in those other confrontations. And that's just the way to describe Tay's demeanor then: cool, cold, like ice. I like to think that he just freezes over. Turns into a statue of neutral disinterest. Just imagine: someone like Tay, always so kind and compassionate, staring you down with an expressionless face, not reacting to anything you say, looking close to fucking bored. Imagine what that would do to Time, always so full of himself, always so used to getting reactions out of Tay. Walking straight into a wall of ice. Completely out of his element. Really forced to put the work in for once. And it truly is hard work to break through to Tay once he closes his feelings off from you. A little bit of grovelling might be necessary. (That said, dealing with his emotions like that isn't good for Tay either. Of course not.)

There's...'something' between Tay and Vegas, some kind of understanding

I never got over TAY asking after Vegas in the final episode. Or the way Tay watches Vegas as he passes him during the auction. So I'm having a lot of fun wondering about the 'relationship' between Tay and Vegas, or how potential interactions could have gone down.

I mean, Tay 'belongs' to Kinn. We know that Vegas wants everything that belongs to Kinn (I bet he thinks Kinn must have fucked a pretty boy like that at least once. Even though it's not his usual type. Why else would he stick around?). Tay's caring and understanding. We know how Vegas can react...to something like that. (Not him falling in love after one free therapy session or something like that.) Tay is really good at reading people, he is really good at reading Kinn. And we know Vegas is not so different from Kinn (in some ways), even though he would murder anyone suggesting something like that to his face. Or maybe that's exactly what Tay does. Telling that to his face. As Vegas tries to seduce him, in the earlier days. But Tay doesn't try to wound him with that, to be cruel or mean, it's just an observation, spoken in that calm and understanding tone of his. And a younger Vegas is so shocked by that statement that he just...stops? And stares at Tay who just keeps going with that warm look in his eyes and those observations that hit a little too close to home until he can't take it anymore and turns on his heel to...definitely NOT run away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Vegas keeps his distance after that. That princess isn't worth the effort, he tells himself. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he stops trying to seduce Tay, yes. But they end up talking again. And again. Because Vegas desperately needs to know what Tay meant with those things he said. And there's just... something about their conversations that keeps Vegas coming back. Until (stealing some thoughts from @tumsa here <3) Tay tries to convince Vegas that the competition between him and Kinn is dumb. Vegas does keep his distance, then.

And Tay gives up trying to help, trying to make him see how futile all of this is because it's clear Vegas won't listen to anyone but his father. But he still cares about Vegas, and seeing all the things Vegas does to himself without realising, seeing that ever-growing self-destructive obsession with Kinn sits like a leaden ball in Tay's stomach. The knowledge that he can't do anything to help is a bit like its own form of torture.

Anyways, (stealing again from @tumsa) Tay definitely ends up going to the hospital to visit Vegas. In secret, of course. And seeing Vegas and Pete together, seeing Vegas being changed by love, seeing him try to be a better person for Pete, putting all this effort in to make it work - maybe all of this forces Tay to reflect on his own love life for once. To reflect on the things he wants. The things he deserves, after all.

Nearly everyone had a crush on Tay, one time or another

You guys know the thing we do with Vegas? Like how VegasPete is the holy grail of endgame ships but it's so much fucking fun to ship Vegas with everyone and to imagine all his possible encounters and escapades? Because he's manipulation, seduction and psychological issues stacked on top of each other and wrapped in a velvet shirt?

Well. I like to do the same thing with Tay. For more or less opposite reasons. Because he's understanding and warm and compassionate and smart (and really pretty). In a world full of violence and trauma and repressed emotions, only sharp edges. I mean, who wouldn't crave the warmth, who wouldn't want to bathe in the sunlight for a while? I'm pretty sure people are falling en masse for Tay. And I think Tay doesn't always know how to handle it. Or genuinely doesn't realise what kind of effect he has on those poor bastards for doing nothing more than showing them a bit of kindness. Or maybe he's simply choosing to ignore it because he only has eyes for one person and one person alone.

Anyways, a lot of fun directions to go with this last headcanon for now. (And I'm keeping it intentionally vague and without examples because otherwise, this would turn into a multichapter fanfic I don't have time to write just now. 🤡)

[velvet-brain]

bad idea right?

Yae Miko x Reader

You were out in a bar with your friends until you received a text from a person you hadn't thought of in months. Yes, she’s your ex, but can’t two people reconnect?

Tw: alcohol, exes, implied sex.

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Hello! This one was inspired by the song of the same name by Olivia Rodigo. Give it a listen, it's great.

The mood was light and fresh as you raised your glass to a cheer.

“For us!” Lumine said followed along by the clink of your glasses. You were out with your friends drinking yourselves under the table in celebration for surviving another grueling day of work.

You watched your friends with a warm smile as they messed around the table, Lumine holding her brother in a chokehold as she downed her drink, Sara going on another rant about how great their boss, Ei, is to a half conscious amber. You couldn’t help the warm bubbles of laughter that came out of you, you wouldn't ask for a better group even if they were all a little weird.

Bzzzt—

Then your phone buzzed. Odd, who’d message you at this hour? All the main culprits were with you right now so you hoped it wouldn't be work.

You look at your phone screen and raise an eyebrow, an unknown number? You would have passed it on as spam if it wasn’t for the actual content of the text.

‘Hi Darling~’

Huh. A wrong number situation? maybe someone thought you were their partner or maybe someone managed to give your number to an unwanted flirt.

‘I know what you’re probably thinking right now but don’t go blocking me just yet! I just changed my phone recently so you won’t recognize it.’

You dropped your head on your hand with a lazy smile as you watched what this mystery messenger had to say, maybe it might be someone you know and if not then it would make a fun story.

‘So here is a picture to refresh your mind~’

Ding!

Ah.

The moment the image came through all the booze that had clouded your mind completely disappeared.

Long soft pink hair, eye-catching golden accessories, soft fair skin, plump and teasing red lips pulled into a smirk and sharp purple eyes that threatened to swallow you whole.

You could never forget her.

‘It’s Miko!’

Your ex.

Lumine is the one that notices first.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Dammit, the siblings have always been really perceptive.

“Uh, n-nothing!” You try to stuff your phone into your pockets but somehow Sara swipes it out of your hand much faster than a drunk person should and stares at the picture with intensity.

“Who is this?” Sara was actually a new addition to the group so she wouldn't know much of your own romantic life, actually the only ones that would are…

“YAE MIKO!?” Lumine screamed the moment she saw the sly woman’s face, while you could only cover your face with your hands. The twins are your oldest friends so they know about her.

“Why is that fox texting you!? What does she want!?” Lumine immediately enters protective mode at the mere sight of her.

“I don’t know…” You drag your hands down your face. “She just suddenly started messaging with a new number.”

“Ooooh, she’s preeeettyy!” Amber coos which stuns Lumine.

“No! Amber, don't fall for her face!” Lumine pulls her girlfriend back. “She’s a sly and cunning liar who will tear you apart!”

“I think I’m missing something here.” Sara states.

“Yae Miko was Y/N’s girlfriend through almost all of university, prettiest girl in school, super popular and came from a rich family. She basically had it all.” Aether explained as he took a sip from his glass while Sara nodded along.

“But in our final year that woman left after her family got an opportunity to branch out in Inazuma, she dropped our beloved Y/N like an old rag in seconds and disappeared without even a goodbye!” Lumine ranted as if somehow she had been the one who got dumped.

You sank into your seat as you recalled that day. It was a completely normal day so you didn’t expect anything of what happened.

First Miko completely disappears from campus, she doesn’t answer any of your texts or calls and only when you were about to fall asleep did she send you a single message.

‘We’re done.’

The last thing you heard of her for months. You spent the last few months of university like a zombie and only recently started getting back on your feet so this sudden message is a real gut punch to you.

You carefully take your phone back from Sara and stuff it back in your pocket as you force yourself to smile. “It’s no big deal, I don’t know what she wants and I don’t care to find out, so if you’ll excuse me I need the bathroom.”

You walked through the busy bar between drunk people and rowdy tables until you reached the, thankfully, empty bathroom and slumped over the sinks. Your reflection in the mirror didn’t look any better than how you felt and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh, of course something would happen to ruin the mood.

Bzzzt—

You groan once more as you feel your phone vibrate once more and reluctantly pull out your phone, planning to black her number to get it over with.

‘Aww, leaving me on read is so mean! Has my little Y/N entered their rebellious stage?’

Even through text you could hear the teasing tone she always had when trying to fluster you and you hate how it’s working!!

You glare at the red faced reflection on the mirror, you shouldn’t feel like this to your ex! She left you! Just block her!

‘Or maybe you need more proof?’

Ding!

Ah.

Your brain turns to mush at the new image, your thoughts turning into a mess as your face heats up even more.

It’s a selfie of her laying on her bed, a loose black shirt that hugged her in the right places and raised just high enough to let you see her slim tummy and just tantalizing enough to leave whatever was lower to your wild imagination and her wide hips hugged nicelly by a pair of gray shorts that stuck to her figure.

God that is so unfair and she knows it!!

‘Well, I’ll be waiting my little treasure~’

She even dares to use the nickname she had for you before sending you her new address, only a few minutes from here.

You push away your phone and use the sink to splash some water onto your face to try and fail to erase the raging blush on your face.

If it was anyone else you would laugh at their attempts but this is Yae Miko you’re talking about. Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea.

But your brain has already started to go over the moment you spent together. The monet at school where you would sit together and chat as you waited for class to start. The little dates after school to small restaurants or even just for coffee where she would hold your hand, her delicate and perfectly manicured fingers interlaced with yours.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea.

The nights you would spend together either talking to each other or just enjoying the other's presence until the sun rose. The way she would rest her head on your shoulder, humming out a tune on the bus ride to school.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea…

The way her hands would touch you so softly as if you were something precious or holy and she’d call you her treasure. The intimate and soft smiles that she would save only for you.

Seeing her tonight would be a bad idea… right?

You glance again at your phone…

…

You walk out of the bathroom and back to your table. “Well, I think I am done for the night, so I’ll be going to sleep now.” Lumine booed but couldn’t do much with a sleeping Amber on her shoulder.

You leave your part of the bill on the table and go for the door.

“You’re not planning to go meet her, are you?” You stop at Aether’s voice,worried that he might have figured you out. This guy can be really dense in most big situations but annoyingly perceptive to the smallest things.

“N-no?” Oh you blew it! Why did you say it as a question!!

Aether stares at you for a few seconds before he hiccups and his face turns slightly red, the alcohol taking over once more. “Alright, good night Y/N.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you leave the bar and wave a taxi, you think about it for a second before giving him the directions that Miko gave you.

It’s fine, it’s fine. You are just going to… talk! Yeah, talk. You are just going to reconnect, maybe be friends…

God what a bad lie…

And suddenly, even in the dark of the night, you spot her.

The same pink hair, black shirt and shorts that she had in the picture she sent you. And she’s nervous.

After such a long time you still have her mannerisms memorized. The way she picks at her nails would seem like she’s bored but you know she’s tense, her body rigid and an arm wrapped around herself in comfort.

Her eyes immediately lock onto the taxi, her eyes wide and expecting. The moment you step out her face brightens like a little kid on Christmas, her eyes sparkling as if she just looked at the brightest star in the sky. That’s not the way you would usually look at your ex right?

But you aren’t any better, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest at the mere sight of her.

“Hello, my treasure~” And that does it, like the last nail in the coffin.

You said you were going to sleep but never specified where so… under her sheets should be fine, right?

[genericpuff]

Okay, seriously though, let's talk about what I'm gonna be doing here for the next four months !

Fortunately, this hiatus is coming right at the end of my convention season, so I'm not gonna have as many distractions going on until next year >:3 (unless I get in on Hal-Con or HubCity but currently on the waiting list for both so for now it's a no). And boy howdy, I've got stuff planned.

First of all, Rekindled updates and streams should be more consistent now! ("should" as in I will be trying my best, not just for your sake but for mine as well). Rekindled will continue to update at 8:45 PM EST on Saturdays. If you're not in on my streaming channel yet, go check it out here and give it a follow if you want to be notified of when I go live! I'm usually working on the next episode so it's a fun way to sneak in some previews of what's to come!

Second, in case you were worried about me overdoing it, I now have an assistant! @banshriek is now lending their skills to Rekindled, I'm very excited to be working with them! Here's a lil' preview of what's to come in case you want to know what that looks like:

It's definitely a bit of an adjustment, but we're already learning plenty from one another, so I'm confident it's gonna be a worthwhile team-up! The art quality should not be negatively affected by this in the slightest - rather, I'm aiming to see the art evolve even further with both our efforts combined <3

Third, I'm planning on returning to regularly working on Time Gate, which is part of what will make Banshriek's contributions so helpful. I've been on hiatus with it for several months now, and it's time I get back on my feet with it. If you want to read it, you can check out the landing page here which will get you started! This is my actual main project that I've been working on for over a decade, much of what I've done with it over the years has laid the foundation to make Rekindled possible. So please go give it a read if you'd like, I could use all the support on it right now to help motivate me back into it :' ) (just note that it's a lot more violent than Rekindled currently is!)

That's pretty much it! I do have a loooooot of asks sitting in my inbox rn so I'm gonna try to get to those over the course of the next couple weeks. If I don't get to yours, please feel free to ask again to bump your question closer to the top, just don't spam haha

If you haven't joined the Rekindled Discord yet, please do so! Come say hi and join in on the discussion <3 (don't mind it if you get kicked, the link is temporary membership so you have to accept a role to stay in, it's for bot protection ! )

Finally, thank you all so much for your support over the past year. It's been an amazing time creating this stuff for you, from Rekindled to the essays to the edits. I never imagined that when I started this account it would turn into this. I started out with glow edits, and now here we are - and I couldn't have done it without all your support :' )

Let's have a great summer (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

[hnnny]

This is beyond disgusting that scam bots are now turning to capitalize on Palestinians who fear for their lives, their families lives, and the lives of their people and culture every single millisecond of every single day.

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This type of scam in particular is extremely vague, which may cause you to DM them first to ask what they need. This is exactly what they want. They send you an ask so they can get you in your DMs. Sometimes, scammers will ask you to DM them via ask first anyway. This is yet another huge red flag.

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Consider donating to real people who are suffering in inconceivably terrible ways. There are tons of ways to do so, whether on a very individual level, or on a wide scale level. You might even see if some of your favorite artists or content creators are doing a fundraiser in exchange for their services. Just make sure to do a bit of background research to make sure things are legit. It doesn't take too many Google searches before you can see if it's a scam or not.

Check that you are a registered voter now, and check for early voting days. Set the date on your calendar and go. Invite your friends, make a day of it. If you can't make it the first day, go the next possible day.

Stay hopeful and keep fighting. And believe me. I know things seem hopeless. But please, that is exactly what they want you to think. They want you desensitized to their acts of genocide. They want you to cast aside your vote so they can continue until they're done. I promise you, you aren't alone in these feelings, and as such, you are not alone in this fight.

Give your talents, voice, platform, and all other efforts to help let the world know that we must Free Palestine. Do not think for one second the battle is over yet. You can do this. Prayerfully consider what kind of action you could take that feels right to you.

[sirowsky-stories]

The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

Description: As you came home from your vacation in Europe, you knew something was wrong. Hoping it was merely jet-lag, you tried to ignore it, but that was a mistake.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Author's Note: This was my third ever series, and I've learned so much as a writer since then that I wanted to take another stab at it and make these characters richer and the writing easier to follow. The original posts seem to be trapped in the past, however, so if I want to use the updated editor I have to re-post them, which means there might be a minor Marcus Moreno spam on this account for a while. Sorry about that in advance. (Not that one could ever have too much MM...)

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 811 (133 words added) Masterlist (this story)

   Somewhere in Egypt, a woman sits strapped to a chair. She’s clearly been tortured and is bleeding from her nose, ears and a multitude of cuts and abrasions. She’s connected to several machines by tubes as well as wires, and a dark figure moves through the shadows around her, waiting and hoping that his experiment will succeed this time.

-=¤=-

   The sun seemed brighter than usual when you stepped out of the airport.    Normally, you loved basking in the sun, feeling that heat going all the way into your bones and seeming to soften you from the inside out. But right then, it felt so bright it was blinding. Almost as though you could feel the rays burn your skin in mere seconds, even though you knew they weren’t.

   You wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible, so you ducked into a cab, stealing it from what looked like a banker, who was just about to get in when you all but wrestled past him through the door.    You didn’t even bother apologizing as you closed it in his enraged face with a loud bang, and sank into the mercifully dimmed backseat as you gave the address of your home to the driver.

   God, what was wrong with you? When had you ever stolen anything from anyone? You let people ahead of you in the que at the grocery store, for fuck’s sake.

   Once home, you dashed inside and hurried around the house to close all the blinds and curtains. You’d never done that before, not since buying the place six years earlier, so little puffs of dust were disturbed as you roughly yanked at the fabrics, making you cough.    You had changed the curtains, of course, but you weren’t the most prolific duster of a person, so the curtain-rods had never been cleaned despite the swaps of fabrics.

   Not that you cared about the dust now either. You were more concerned with why the daylight was suddenly bothering you so much, since you weren’t a damned vampire.    With the entire house plunged into a wearisome gloom you stepped into your bathroom intending to take a shower, hoping that washing the hours of travel off your skin might make you feel less sensitive somehow.    But you stopped on the threshold, suddenly worried that even the bright light of the bathroom ceiling lamp was gonna hurt you.

   “Stop it, girl. Light doesn’t hurt you,” you admonished yourself, and then flipped the switch.

   You were relieved when the artificial light didn’t seem to bother you at all, but then you caught your reflection in the large mirror above the sink, and flinched when you almost didn’t recognize yourself.    You were pale. And not just pale but slightly grey as well, to the extent that your veins were visible through your skin. The whites of your eyes were bloodshot, and your irises seemed to be the wrong colour, turned deeper and darker than they should be.    Even your hair looked completely lifeless, and somehow, the roots had turned grey.

   Suddenly you understood why the light was bothering you so much, as you seemingly had no pigmentation left to protect you from it. But how did that even happen? And especially considering that you’d been alright less than twenty-four hours ago.    Something had happened to you in Egypt, you knew that much. But unfortunately, you had no recollection of it, and therefor couldn’t guess at the severity of it.

   You’d just woken up in a hospital the day before you were meant to leave, and the doctors had told you how you’d most likely suffered heat-stroke, since they hadn’t been able to find anything wrong with you.    You had found it strange that you seemed to be missing two whole days of time, but since the doctors had given you a clean bill of health, you’d decided not to worry about it. And yesterday, when you’d left for the airport, you’d felt fine.

   This was not fine. You were not fine. You needed to go to the hospital.    But the thought of going outside again while the sun was still up felt so distressing to you, that you decided to wait. You’d have your shower and then try and eat something while you waited for it to get dark.    But you did make a stern promise to yourself to call an ambulance if it got any worse.

   It was strange how you could look so abhorrently ill, and yet not feel all that bad. You were tired, sure, and your appetite could have been better, but you didn’t feel anything close to as bad as you looked.    Although, if you’d had any idea of just how bad things were about to get, you’d have slapped yourself silly, and gotten your scrawny fucking ass to the hospital the moment you saw your reflection.

[rey-jake-therapist]

I know you don’t want to talk about the leaks anymore but our fandom will be spammed with this 🐂💩 all week, so here it goes:

Episode 6 proved the E+G trainwreck leaks are fake.

This “leaker” claimed to have watched the entire season, and provided “leaks” for Episodes 7 and 8. This is the person who first “leaked” Elrond and Galadriel’s kiss, and all the other fakes follow on his trail.

This person claims the Battle of Eregion starts on Episode 7. It doesn’t: it starts in Episode 6. These “leaks” hit 4chan on August 30. Ironically, it has been public knowledge since August 27 that the Battle of Eregion would spammed across 3 episodes (6 to 8). So this person claims to have watched the season but doesn’t know this?

More: this person also says Adar only attacks Eregion in Episode 7. And we know this is to be a lie, as well, because the battle started at the end of Episode 6, like the showrunners said it would.

He also says Adar and Galadriel become friends; they don’t, she’s his prisoner and remains so. No friendship there, and no chance of it happening after he attacked Eregion. Why does this person says this? Because we see Adar and Galadriel standing side by side on the main trailer, duh. He says Galadriel tries to reason with him not to attack (predictable, no one would expect otherwise) but he does it anyway (we see Orcs attacking Eregion on the trailer) because of his hatred for Sauron (again, predictable) and out of love for his children. This is another lie. Because in Episode 6 we see the Orcs starting to resent and turn on Adar, because he’s consumed by his hatred of Sauron, and doesn’t even care if he’s sacrificing the Orcs or not. And this person also says this all happens in Episode 7; it doesn’t, it’s in Episode 6.

Now, yes, nevermind the leaks and stop talking about Galadriel and Elrond kissing because it isn’t happening. The “leaks” are have been proven fake.

Actually I'm fine talking about the leaks, it's very much the Celeborn/Celebrian theories I start to be tired of.

I don't know about you, but I never believed that Galadriel and Adar would really be allies and become friends in the long term. Elves and Orcs marching together against Sauron... That would really be a weird match, wouldn't it? It seems from the trailer that Elrond and Adar will have a heated conversation about who's got the biggest d*ck army, but we also see Elrond lead an army of Elves to charge Adar's army of Orcs, so I doubt that the conversation will end in a satisfactory manner.

It breaks my heart to see Adar ready to sacrifice his children to fulfill his hatred of Sauron, 'cause it's exactly why he betrayed and "murdered" Sauron, remember? Adar was Sauron's second, and Sauron had promised to give him children, but he only saw them as cannon fodder in his war... We clearly see Adar react to Sauron's announcement that "many Orcs will die" ; he betrayed Sauron to protect his children, and now he's doing just the same as Sauron planned to do with them. A sweet revenge for Sauron, as when Adar realizes what he's done, he will probably be devastated.

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part.3

part.3 is here! I'm sorry, I know I'm spamming but I just like this fic so much and I love Haymitch and I love everything. As usual, english is not my first language so please have mercy.

Comment if you want me happy! *gif not mine*

MASTERLIST

Part 2

Too damn beautiful 

After dinner, Effie suggests you see the reapings in the other districts before you go to bed. It’s actually a good idea, because you don’t want to go to your room and think. Thinking it’s something you crave not to do right now. 

«Why are the last victors not here?» Your tribute asks, and it’s actually a fair question.

«Oh, President Snow thought they had so much to do with their wedding! They’ll be mentors next year.» Bummer, you could have used Peeta’s help. This boy is the mastermind of strategies at the age of seventeen. And Katniss… Katniss could have helped you with survival skills. You are terrified your mentor drinks his heart out not to see you two die in the games, not even trying to save you. No, he wouldn't. He would? You are not sure.

You sit beside Haymitch, far away from Clark that always looks at you like he wants to murder you. He has plenty of time for that in the arena, you don’t understand why he needs to be so open about it.

Your mentor is visibly drunk, but you know how to handle this man when he drinks and he actually feels safer than your companion in the games. And he smells really good in spite of his inebriated state. Like musk and whisky - and no one can deny whisky has a great taste. You want whisky. Maybe later.

Effs lights the television - followed by your “thank you, Effie” and the district one is displayed in his honour. You have to admit district one is beautiful. 

A young woman volunteers, she looks like she’s your age, she has a wonderful muscular body and shiny blonde hair. Straight out of an academy, probably one that was in line to volunteer when she was sixteen.

«She’s stunning and deadly.» You comment, mesmerised and scared by her beauty.

«You can look deadly too if you commit to it!» Says Effie. “Thanks for the stunning part”, you think, but it’s true. You can pass at “nice” and “pretty” if you clean yourself, but it’s a kind of prettiness that disappears in front of girls like her or your escort. 

«We will have another strategy for her.» Declares Haymitch and he places a hand on your leg. You thought he fell asleep, but apparently he is awake.

The male tribute of district one is similar to his female counterpart, and so the tributes of district 2 and 4. District 3’s girl is barely nineteen years old, crying her heart out. You get her. You want to protect this little girl, and it scares you. Same thing with the man of District 10, who has to be thirty but he looks like a middle aged man due to his hard work, and has a stare so sad you want to say to him everything is going to be okay.

«How am I going to kill these people?» You whisper to yourself, letting yourself go on the couch. The weariness is coming, you managed to be chatting and outgoing all day, consoling everybody next to you, but right now you can’t anymore and when you feel tears merging through your eyes you know you have to be alone.

Yours is the last reaping. You see yourself be called, in your pretty little dress and daisies in your black hair, jumping into Haymitch’s arms and then saying hi to Katniss and Peeta. You look distraught, almost in shock, while Holly is devastated. Clark has a stolid, imperturbable look on himself, like he knew. In comparison you are the weak one.

Well, in reality you are the weak one.

«I’m sorry, I’m so tired.» You excuse yourself and go to your room.

You are tired, but you can’t sleep. Instead you begin to cry, and at least you can do it alone, when no one watches you and judges you. You cry because it’s unfair, you are only twenty four, you can still do a lot of things. You wanted to be a teacher. You wanted to marry one day, have kids because you are terrific with children and now you are condemned to be a murderer if you are incredibly lucky, and killed in 90% of the possibilities. And everyone expects that you are on board, combative, competitive, lethal. You are not. 

You eventually fall asleep sobbing.

You hardly hear a knock on the door. You think of not opening that, but this could be Effie, and you don’t want to be harsh on her. 

You get up, as you try to clean your face from the tears, but your eyes are puffed and sparkling. You notice with a surprise that in front of you there’s no Effie, there’s your mentor.

«Haymitch?» You ask, your throat sore from the bawling.

«You are waking up the entire train, sweetheart.» He points out. If he was sleeping he didn’t change his clothes, he probably passed out drunk on the couch where you were two hours ago. You are almost ashamed of yourself for thinking “Still fine, tho”.

«I’m so very sorry, tomorrow I’ll ask for sleeping pills.» You reply in a light tone, as if anything is wrong. Maybe he is tired and doesn’t want to debate. 

«Mh.» He stares at you with his blue eyes. You smile like it’s everyday and you are still working for him, but it’s a charade and he knows it. «It’s ok if you lie to them, but I’m the one who has to keep you alive.» 

«Will you try?» You murmur, dropping the fade. You are terrified of letting him see the truth, because when you stop acting there’s no guarantee you can do it again tomorrow.

«Will you?» He shots back.

He knows you, he knows you have no combat skills and you can’t even kill the rabbits to eat, as you always let him or Holly do that, or you buy them from Katniss and Gale Hawthorne when you cook for the major. He has to know you have zero chances.

«I’m not a hunter.» You whisper as if you talk slowly and briefly it’s not the truth.

«There is more in the games than just being a hunter. You are a pretty thing, you can actually have sponsors, and you know the erbs. But I can do my part, for your part I need your collaboration. If you decide it’s not worth it, you might as well tell me now so I can accept this goddamn drink I want!»

He is raging, you’ve never seen him that way, not even when you are in his house and he storms in strongly inebriated. The first instinct you have is to say sorry, but you can tell it’s not the right thing to do.

«I promise I’ll do everything I can to stay alive.» You say instead, shivering from the fear and the cold, as you are standing bare feet in a nightgown. 

He seems to calm down, and he takes a look at you. «Tomorrow we will discuss strategy. Now go before you catch a cold.»

«Haymitch?» You call him before closing the door.

«Mh?»

«Thank you.»

You wake up early in the morning, take a long hot shower and then you choose a white dress. You don’t do a braid or anything, let your raven hair loose on your shoulders, and you dare to use a little bit of the blush and mascara you have found in your room. As you watch yourself in the mirror you can look at a doe eyed, cute sweet girl. It’s not much, but you think you can work your image on that. 

You leave your room to have breakfast, and you can see Effie is delighted to see you and even make you do a spin. You feel a little proud of yourself.

«That’s lovely, my dear! You look like a… a…» She can’t quite pick a word but Haymitch, sitting at the table with his glass already full, helps her.

«Princess from a fairytale.»

«A Princess, exactly! It is wonderful, my dear. And without a designer! You have talent.» She looks very happy, and that makes you smile. You like making Effie happy, genuinely happy. 

«What do you think?» You turn to Haymitch, and you hope he notices this is a way to commit. He nods.

«Come, we’ll discuss the strategy.» He seems a little tipsy. 

«Shouldn’t we wait for Clark?» You ask. You hate him, but you don’t want to be rude. 

«I don’t think you two will be allies, do you?»

He totally has a point. You take a cream puff and you nearly squeal when you taste it. It’s so good! You’ve never had something so good in your entire life. You take another. And another. The older man watches you with a smirk on his face that makes you blush.

«Talk! I can listen and eat at the same time.» You tell him with a smile.

«I didn’t want to spoil your fun.» He jokes. «So, you are not a warrior, or a killer. But you are good with plants, and you know who to cook and light a fire, and you are nice to people. It makes you bearable.»

«He is trying to say you are adorable, dear!» Effie steps in. You thank her, but you can swear that’s not what Haymitch wanted to say. 

«But doesn’t that make me look weak?»

«Could be, but you are strong too. You can carry me to bed when I can’t do that alone, remember?»

You nod. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. 

«Strength and sponsors can save your life. Today you will meet the stylist to prepare you for the parade. Make an impression.»

«Thank you, mentor.»

«Don’t call me that.» He shushes you and he drinks. It’s barely eight o’clock. 

As you go into your room before Clark arrives, you approach an avox. «Miss Trinket says not to serve any alcohol before midday.» You say to him like it’s an order that Effie gave to you. 

You quickly arrive at Capitol City. The city is marvellous, and you go to the window of the train to wave at the people and to see as much as you can. You thought District 12 to be the least interesting, but a lot of people are waving and blowing kisses in your direction. You quickly understand that you are so lucky to be there at that precise moment, you have to act. You blow kisses, say hi particularly to the little kids, smile for the crowd. 

When you see Haymitch coming from the table, addressing his room, you catch him by his arm and point your finger in his direction for the crowd to see, as you continue to be Capitol's little princess, and when you notice Effie approaching you, you run in her direction to take her near the window with you, letting her have her five minutes of fame beside you as you preach her and give a little kiss to her on the cheek.

«What is that?» Haymitch asks you when he's able to go away from the windows. «They have to remember you, not us.»

«You managed to save not one but two of your tributes last year, I want them to connect me with you.»

«And Effie?»

«Look at her, she is so happy.»

He shakes his head, eager to be alone in his room.

Due to Katniss's marriage, Cinna is not able to be your stylist this year and the poor Portia has to collaborate with the two tributes. 

You have to go to the prep team, and you meet three weird figures. A man named Flavius and two women, Venia and Octavia. They are in typical Capitol fashion, with wigs and strong makeup.

The only man, named Flavius, watches your hair in displeasure and sighs. 

«Haymitch told us not to change your hair, sweetie.»

Thank you Mentor, you think. 

After what you think is almost an hour (you really didn’t want to know what a wax was), you are headed to Portia. 

When you arrive at the parade, you don't even look like yourself anymore. Portia is a genius. Your outfit is black like coal, but it's a long chiffon dress with a low - very low cleavage. Your neck and shoulders are full of black small pearls that sparkle with the lights. Your makeup is elegant, red lipstick and black eyeshadows. They added perfume, something you never had in your life.

You feel pretty. Maybe not beautiful, but pretty. Even taller.

Effie greets you with compliments when you approach your team for the parade, but you search the other tributes. They are so beautiful you are quickly humbled. Clark is there too, but you two ignore each other.

You are actually looking around when another mentor comes to you. District four. What the hell, it’s Finnick Odair. Even in the District you know Finnick Odair, because he is a celebrity. No, he is *the* celebrity. He is handsome, with a wicked smile and he wants you dead, you assume. You hope that Haymitch wants the other tributes dead. Does he plan to kill you when he is with Clark? Is he making his mind right now, deciding who to save?

«First Katniss Everdeen, then you. District 12 only has beauties.»

«It’s Portia’s work, not me.» You admit. Shit, maybe you could lie. You didn’t think about it. Are you panicking? You are panicking. For Finnick Odair. Well, it is fair. How is his hair so shiny? It’s not possible. Maybe it’s the sea water.

«Give yourself some credit, Pinecone.» He hands you something. «Want a sugarcube?» 

«Did you put poison in it?» You answer back, with a smile on your face. 

«Not before the games.» He assures. «I hope we’ll see each other again, Pinecone.»

«But you shouldn't…» You are talking alone, because he’s back to his tributes in a moment, leaving you confused as hell. 

You return to your team, where everyone is staring at you with a big question mark on their forehead. You can’t help but notice Haymitch, who got cleaned up. He is in a black suit and you immediately forget even the name of Finnick Odair. He is rough and he has to shave his beard and you absolutely adore him. If he doesn’t want to let you alone in the arena and give all the sponsors to Clark.

«What did Finnick Odair want from you?» Effie asks, and you can tell she is excited. She has a point.

«He offered a sugarcube.» You say back. You literally have no idea what just happened. 

«And did you take it?» She keeps going. «He is handsome!»

«Not my type, but yes, he is.» You manage to look at Haymitch. Oh, c’mon, you are going to die in a week, you can flirt a little.

«Look at you two!» Effie changes the subject and gives you and Clark the hand. «You are so beautiful! For a tribute. You are going to collect a lot of sponsors tonight!»

«Tonight?» 

«Since you are older, President Snow thought that you could participate at the party tonight. It’s not the right place for a sixteen year old…» Or a twelve year old, but she doesn’t say that. «But you are older, so why not?»

You can think of a reason or two, like that in a few days you are sent to die, but she seems so happy you just can’t spoil her fun.

«Come, it’s time.» Haymitch declares and puts a hand on your hips. Dear heavens. «I know your balance, do you want a hand with the chariot?»

You glare at him, but he is actually right and your tribute is not going to help you. «My knight in shining armour.» You ironically say back.  

«Tonight you stay close to me.» It is an order, not an invitation, and he is deadly serious. «You are too damn beautiful for your own good.» Your heart skips a beat. 

«Thank you?» You whisper.

«Not the right answer. The right answer is “Yes, Haymitch, I’ll be on sight”.» He seems raging. You are sure you didn’t do anything wrong this time. You look into his blue eyes for answers, but receive nothing.

«Yes, Haymitch, I’ll be on sight.»  

Why the hell is everyone talking in code at this damn parade?

[filmbyjy]

JAM OUT - fourty! never letting you go

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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warning: lord why am I attempting to write smut. ahah but yeah there is smut below here. p-proceed with caution because it sucks☝️ now let me put the smut warnings: protected sex (BECAUSE WRAP IT UP WHORES), oral (receiving), please tell me if there is anything else. this is also a little self-indulgent bc LORD HAVE MERCY I WANT THAT MAN

word count: 2.8K words (when the sexy time is longer than the actual fic)

NOTE: so the sexy time is placed under the red border. this is just to inform those who don’t want to read the sexy time and they can stop reading there.

you were extremely excited for this trip. it was a very much due since well school was stressing you out and you needed a breather. obviously the school holidays was 2 days later but it was always fun to be a rebel and skip school.

"so are you guys ready?" heeseung asks. he turns to see yeji and jake arguing over the back seat.

"just cause you're sad, doesn't mean you can get the seat, jake." yeji yells.

"I DESERVE PITY SINCE SUNGHOON DIDN'T REMEMBER OUR KISS!" jake yells.

heeseung sighs. he takes out the luggages that were on the back seat.

"ladies, why don't you sit in the very back. the luggages will be next to jake and layla."

"oh doesn't that mean (name) will sit at the front with you?" ryujin asks. you faced heeseung, he blushes.

"well if she doesn't want to sit with me, she can sit at jake's place and jake can take the front seat."

"i'm perfectly fine with sitting in front." you say.

"great, then it's settled."

finally, you were on the road to the cabin. heeseung blasts some music and everyone in the car starts singing along. it takes about an hour or two to arrive at the cabin. somewhere along the journey, you had stopped at the grocery shop to buy some groceries and some meat for barbecuing. once it was done, you were on the road again.

the whole time, heeseung kept one of his hands holding yours and the other on the wheel. he squeezes it every now and then since he knows you have motion sickness. you couldn't stand travelling by car for more than an hour so heeseung was just making sure.

heeseung finally parks in the small lot that they had for the cabin. both you and heeseung left the car first.

"are you okay?" heeseung asks. you nod.

"yeah, i'm okay. just a little migraine but it's not much."

"i'll cook something for you. i'm sure you're just hungry." right on time, your tummy started growling. both you and heeseung laughed.

"is that another cabin connected to this one?" jake asks. heeseung unlocks the door with the keys.

"yeah, i asked for 2 cabins since there might not be enough rooms. i guess my dad's secretary just got one that is connected to each other and shares the same barbecue area." heeseung explains.

ryujin, yeji and jake stared at each other.

"I'M GETTING THE MASTER BEDROOM FIRST!" they yelled before running with their luggages into the cabin. layla runs behind them following jake into the house.

you and heeseung just shook your heads.

everyone settles to choose a room of their own. heeseung chooses the room next to yours. you smiled when you looked out the balcony, heeseung comes in and wraps his arms around your waist. he places his chin on your shoulder.

"mmm, i wish i could've held you sooner." heeseung pouts.

"well, you were busy fucking around and breaking my heart." you say. heeseung huffs.

"i still have to make it up to you so to do so, i'll prepare you some food."

"ramyeon?" you asked. heeseung unhooks his arms from your waist.

"with spam." heeseung says whilst adding a wink before leaving to prepare the food. you chuckled. jake pops his head into your room.

"what did you two do?" jake smirks.

"nothing, jaeyun. we were just talking. he is just going to make me food too since i'm a little hungry right now."

"hungry for food or hungry for his dic-" you smacked jake's arm.

"food. he is making ramyeon."

"without me?" jake gasps, "what is this betrayal." jake stomps out of your room. you playfully rolled your eyes.

about 10 minutes later, you went to check up on heeseung. the doorbell rings and so you saw jake going up to see who it was. sunghoon appears seconds later with jay and sunoo. they rolled in their luggage and the two youngest ones. jay simply just needed to travel back later to pick them up.

"have you bought groceries?" jay asks. both you and heeseung pointed to bags on the counter before continuing slurping on ramyeon. jay inspects them. he takes note of what to buy later on.

"i'll go pick up the kids now. enjoy your time." jay says. both you and heeseung hummed.

"why does he look like an uncle." you asked heeseung.

"he purposely dressed like this because he wants to take photos to fool married women."

"are you being for real?"

"the first part is the truth, i'm kidding about the second part. that's just how jay dresses up during holidays. he's dressed like a dad because he starts acting like one during trips like this." heeseung explains.

"soooo you're saying jay dilf agenda is real?" heeseung cocks his brow.

"what's with you and jay being a dilf agenda. do you like jay or something?" you giggled.

"why are you jealous?" you teased.

"yes. i am jealous." heeseung says. you gasped.

"you admitted to it."

"because my woman is talking about another man in a inappropriate way."

"your woman? since when was i your woman, mr.lee." you sat closer to him. he smirks.

"since i first laid my eyes on you." heeseung flirtatiously says. the both of you fell into a trance, just staring at each other before leaning in and kissing.

it was a fast and messy kiss, heeseung's lips practically devouring yours. it had been a while since he had kissed you so you missed this feeling. you missed him, in more ways than one. his arms reach out to cup your left cheek (ON THE FACE NOT ASS, though heeseung was very much tempted but i won't say anything). he deepens the kiss even more.

you pulled away quickly since you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. you moved back your stool and pretended nothing happened. heeseung chuckles, he steals a small peck on your cheeks before the person entered the kitchen.

it was sunghoon and jake, they chatted with you and heeseung for a while and they didn't suspect anything weird happened so you were happy about that.

it was about 4pm, everyone had settled in and unpacked their things. each doing their own respective things, whether it being together or alone. heeseung decided to step out and sit at the lake nearby. you had put on your swimsuit knowing heeseung would probably shove you in playfully. that's just how he was.

you tugged on your jacket, it was a little cool outside. heeseung dips his feet into the water, enjoying how warm it was compared to the cool air surrounding him. you sat beside him, dipping your foot into the water too.

"(name)?"

you hummed, "yeah?"

"i know we are remaining as friends for now but friends don't really makeout in the middle of the kitchen."

"that's true." you turned to look at heeseung.

"so what are we?" heeseung asks. you giggled.

"i don't know."

"oh come on (name)." heeseung pouts.

"we said we'd take it slow but we already crossed the line by making out like we did before when we were friends with benefits."

"mhm..."

"heeseung, do you get what i'm saying?"

"umm, that you want to start that kind of relationship again?" you smacked his arm.

"no!"

"i'm kidding." he laughs, "yang (name), will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes, lee heeseung." you say.

"what was that?" heeseung teases.

"YES, LEE HEESEUNG!! I'LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!"

"great." he says before he shoves you into the lake. you gasp.

"GET IN HERE, YOU GIANT FUCK." you yelled. heeseung tries to run away while you splashed water on him. you spot jungwon. "JUNGWON, PUSH HEESEUNG IN THE WATER NOW!"

"with pleasure." jungwon smirks and pushes heeseung into the lake. heeseung flails in the water, shocked that jungwon actually managed to shove him inside. "you messed with the yang siblings, hyung."

heeseung's jaw drops, "y-you called me hyung! BABE, HE CALLED ME HYUNG!!!" heeseung hugs you.

shortly after, the rest of them decided to join in. it was about 6pm, everyone gets back to take a shower. jay starts getting ready for the barbecue. everyone gathers around the campfire that jake had set up. it felt good. you felt great, it had been a while since you ever felt this complete.

a hand grazes your waist, it pulls you out of your trance. heeseung places a peck on your cheek. he smiles at you. you smiled back before cuddling with him.

this was right. the man you grew up with. your first love. your first sexual partner, the man who took your virginity. you couldn't have felt more happier.

the end-

HAH kidding, you really thought i was gonna end it there? i'm just getting started. now this part, is umm i tried. so enjoy the sexy time...GOD OKAY SOFT ME IS GONE NOW PEACE!

after the little barbecue party, everyone had gone into their respective rooms. jake and sunghoon were last seen flirting (they drank so yeah). it was a little awkward for both you and heeseung since you walked back together.

there was this lingering tension. he was extremely touchy of you during the whole 'party' and obviously since you've done the deeds with him on multiple occasions, you know why he was this touchy. you wanted to bring up the subject to him but was it even okay for you two to talk about it?

okay maybe it was supposed to be fine, after all you've had sex with him tons of times! why was it so hard for you to bring this up to him. you finally reached your bedroom door, you turned to heeseung ready to pop in the question. however, before you could even utter a word out, heeseung's pretty lips was on yours.

next thing you know, your back was against the wall of the bedroom. heeseung kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot. he cups your face and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. you let on a small moan as you feel him press up his leg against the most vulnerable part of you.

he breaks the kiss only to trail kisses down from your lips to your jaw and rests on your neck. he works his way to find that sweet spot of yours. once he finds it, you let out a whimper.

"found it." heeseung growls.

when lust took over heeseung, he was a different person. it was scary honestly but you liked it. your hands made it under his shirt, trailing his toned body down to hold his waist. he pulls back.

"are you sure you are okay with this (name)? i mean, we did have history with having sex but i don't just wanna fuck you this time. i wanna make love to you."

"heeseung, whatever you did just now was not making love. you should go slower when making love."

"well...you never enjoyed going slow..." heeseung's eyes watches you.

"shut up and fuck me."

"gladly, my love." he smirks.

your body lands onto the mattress after heeseung carefully places you on it whilst not breaking the kiss you two shared. heeseung hovers above you after breaking the kiss.

"let's prep you first hmm? it's been a while." heeseung says.

"can we skip it? i kinda just want you and besides the others are still around us...we need to make it quick."

"aren't you the one who said love making means taking it slow? i'll take my sweet time with you, princess." heeseung purrs. you felt your whole face heat up. he starts trailing kissing down to your stomach and thighs.

he stops just above your pathetic sleeping shorts. it was a set you brought just for heeseung since he mentioned how he loved satin pyjamas on you (this was mentioned when you two were still fuck buddies).

"c-can you stop teasing me, heeseung?"

"that's not my nickname, sweetheart."

"sir, please."

"since you asked nicely." he pulls down your shorts along with your panties. his lips latches onto your clit and he devours your cunt like a starving man. you were squirming under his grip. heeseung holds you down.

“you taste divine, my love.” heeseung says. you slapped a hand over your mouth so you didn’t accidentally moan out loud. “hmm, let’s see if you can take my fingers. it’s been a while, need to have you stretched out to be able to take my cock. hmm?”

heeseung runs his finger up and down your folds teasingly. you whine.

“heeseung, can you please for the love of god just stick it in-” you gasp when you felt his fingers in you. he starts to slowly scissor you whilst kissing you, swallowing your moans.

he starts moving faster. you gasp again.

“h-hee.” was all you mutter out. he knows you were close judging by how you were clenching around his fingers. he pulls out and you whines at the sudden loss.

“I think you’re ready.” he smiles.

“please.”

heeseung finally pulls off his clothes. you were left staring at his body. yup, you were definitely lucky. he was blessed with looks and a huge dic-

“eyes up here, love.” he tilts your head up to meet his eyes. he rips a condom packet he took out from his pocket and rolls it on.

“heeseung.” you sounded desperate because you were. you needed him and he knew. heeseung runs his tip against your folds. your body shivers in pleasure.

“ready?”

“heeseung, it’s not my first time. you were rougher during my first time anyways.”

“like I said.” you nearly moaned out loud when you felt him just shove inside you. “you never liked going slow.”

“well maybe because you never liked it too.” you retort back. heeseung cocks his brow.

“being a brat now? do you want to get punished? let everyone hear how good i’m making you feel?” heeseung says.

“no please, sir.”

“good girl.” he smirks. “but…i’m not lying when I said I want them to hear how good you’re drowning on my cock.”

“heeseung wait-” he thrusts faster into you. you moaned. heeseung doesn’t bother covering it up. you were sure anyone would hear it.

“w-what happened to you wanting to make-” he presses down on the bump you that formed on your tummy as he thrusts into you. “love to me.” you finished your sentence after catching a breath. heeseung was making it hard for you to talk.

“do I really have to answer that, love?” he cockily says.

“fine.” he hits that spot. “oh wait, that f-feels good.”

“right here?” he hits that spot again. you groaned.

“heeseung, h-harder.” he listens to you and snaps his hips harder. you nearly screamed.

“I can feel you clenching around me, love. you’re close, aren’t you?” you nod at his words. he smirks as does the most cruelest thing ever. he slows down. you whined.

“heeseung, please.” you begged. a tear slips out of your eyes. heeseung wipes it. he speeds up again, he groans into your ears and you swore it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your whole life.

“fuck.” heeseung curses. “I love you (name).” his hands goes to reach over for yours. it interlaces.

“I love you too, lee heeseung.” he kisses you one last time before you came undone. this was the hardest you ever came. heeseung pulls out and ties the condom before discarding it into the dustbin.

he goes over to the bathroom in your bedroom and grabs a small towel. he dampens it and starts to you before wiping you down cleaning you up. you whimper when he touches your cunt since you were still sensitive. he mutters small sorry’s while doing so.

“let’s get you to pee first, hmm?” heeseung carries you to the bathroom. you did your little business.

he hands you the t-shirt he was wearing before and starts dressing the both of you up. once he was done, he settles right with you on your bed. you were barely keeping your eyes opened. he pecks both of your eyelids.

“sleep.” he says.

“heeseung.”

“yeah?”

“I meant it when I said ‘I love you’ back.” you told him whilst playing with his hands.

“i know and I love you too.” he pecks your forehead. “you think those three boys were listening in?”

you groaned, “why would you ruin the moment?”

“I’m just saying. if they were…we could bring them in for more fun.”

“don’t start putting ideas into my head, heeseung.”

“so you were thinking about it.” he smirks. you hid your face on his chest. he chuckles. “you know I would never oppose to what you want, love.”

“let’s just sleep, please.”

heeseung flicks the lamp lights off. the both of you fall into sleep.

he finally had you in his arms and he was not letting you go ever again.

THE END

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[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

:( :( I had a lolita get mad at me recently. I called lolita fashion "Lolita coquette" in a fb group, and for whatever reason people came after me & made comments like 'pls dont rebrand lolita as coquette'. idk i'm sad.

Firstly, I'm sorry. I don't think people should be "mad" and with that, & I know fb can get insane with people doing anger emojis when they don't like what people gotta say. & if that's what you experienced or just really aggressive/rude responses. Then I'm sorry. But because I wasn't there, I don't know the context however I do wonder. Is it possible they might not be coming after "you" but could they be trying to educate you? Like Lolita no matter the style, all has this very similar silhouette's. There's also already a lot of pre-existing substyles. (Sweet, hime, country, classic, gothic, shiro... to name a couple.) Again if it was addressly in a way that as poor or just overly aggressive then I don't think that's good. But equally I do believe some people are just more firm/matter of fact/blunt. & given no context I don't know the case. But I also do know... lots of lolita's are protective because lolita is almost constantly trying to be co-cooped by someone/some community. So I can see why some people might be "annoyed". For personal opinion: I think when people say please don't mingle or try to rebrand fashion it's because they don't want to see there community trying to be co-ooped again by others. Like lolita itself has had a lot of issues online with different communities trying to come in and take over, between people not understanding lolita because they associate it with "the book", that TLC special about "living dolls" which pushed a lot of misunderstanding about lolita which some people had to push thru and be like "nawh" "thats tv. Not irl", to kinksters (sissy, cgl, abdl. *sighs*) rushing in trying to take over & even age regressors trying to co-ooped lolita, claiming its "baby style" cause they see sweet lolita with pink and other really cute motifs and try to "claim" it. The style itself has had a lot of people rush in so I can see why folks could be exhausted. This isn't an excuse but it is explaining why I can see discomfort or annoyance of others if someone comes in and starts going "Lolita coquette" "I coin this style lolita coquette!!" . Cause yeah that can be really uncomfortable, and lolita already has subtypes & I feel like most lolitas wanna follow with what the japanese community does. (as it's a j-fashion. ) & when I personally wore lolita, I felt more like I was "visiting" a style. I don't "owe" it. (I mean I owe the dresses I wore. But the fashion, no. I feel like a "visitor" if I make sense? Like if I wore historical clothes, I feel like I'm visiting that era. If I wear clothes from another country, I feel like I'm just a visitor who appreciates that fashion.) but it's also me practicing in an aspect of japanese culture. So I can see people wanting to respect that and wanting to take follow of what the japanese lolita's do. But maybe I'm overstepping or assuming others intentions. So I'm going to stick to saying this is "I" languge. xD I also don't really know were coquette came from, It seems to have popped up quickly/recently. But personally for me at this point it looks like spam & I don't intent this to be rude. But because there's no uniformed aesthetic or silhouette associated with it at this point, I don't see the personal interest. It just looks like y2k & glammed up "prep" clothes and hyper feminine and lots of pink, and being flirty which is fine. But none of it really screams lolita to me. Like, If I wore a cute cocktail dress, is that lolita? No. It's a cute cocktail dress. I can see maybe some accessories working maybe. But they'd need to be paired with a jsk or skirt properly. But yeah. >w< You can say stuff too like "My coord was inspired by..." rather then trying to "coin" a term I believe too. (idk phrases like "I coin!" can be a little iffy.)

[theangryjikooker]

I know Jimin annoys the shit out of shippers, even if they don't wanna admit, cause my man ain't slipping and falling in their traps. It always cracks me up how he will show up in JK's comments, flirt and say eat well my baby or take care of and protect me or I can handle it and people say see they're being loud boyfriends. Only for him to crawl in RM's live and say I love you or Suga's live and say Marry Me or Tae's live to say call me. Or show up in Hobi's live and give him a seduction dance. And then you have every ship involving Jimin getting so happy thinking they got fed, only to end up sulking the next day, when Jimin moves on to another member. Cracks me the hell up. I guess in a way it's smart, cause you can't really pinpoint and say Jimin is with this member, cause he's basically doing the same with another. So it could be anyone. What's funny tho is when he does this, it makes his chemistry with JK stand out that much more. He just doesn't have that eyebrow raising spark that he does with JK. That is worth noting.

Same way with Tae too. He does the same thing as Jimin, even tho Taekookers don't wanna admit it. He will leave I love you comments on Jimin's post, or tell him he likes him the most or write songs about him, then hop in Wooshik's comments calling him baby and darling and crawl in bed and cuddle his wooga's and kiss them or posts a pic spam of him and JK or tell RM he wants to rub his head or flirts with Bo Gum or follows his Girlfriend on IG, then posts stuff from their leaked couple selfies and couple trip pics. JK on the other hand. He knows what shippers like and want and who his biggest ships are, so he sticks to Jimin and Tae and rotates between those two. Sometimes just Taekookers one day or sometimes just Jikookers or sometimes both in one sitting. He might bring up Mingyu, but he mainly sticks to Vminkook.

Honestly, all this proves is that no one should be shipping the members together romantically because none of us know fuck all about their relationships with one another. I mean, technically you could do whatever the hell you want because we don’t know anything, but putting all your eggs in one basket seems like a recipe for disaster—or disappointment, as it were.

I don’t know. Not my circus!

[adversitybloomed]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S) ?

so i have two exclusive ships and part of the reason is they are my top OPT which they also know ━━ @battleguqin 's Lan Sizhui is one of my top OTP right now, considering we the mun's legit talk every single day. we write together every single day ( discord is our friend when we can't do tumblr ) && our muses really enjoy each other.

another one of my OTP is is @caracarnn 's Rand Al'Thor whom i adore. We get to talk as often as we can OOC wise && when we get to write a lot of the time it is both here but mostly on discord as well, which helps us a great deal.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE ?

it really depends. if its underage stuff, i struggle with it only because i dont mind writing puppy love, but i do not want them to go full out just yet. but considering most ships i have are immortal / power based ━━ it makes it harder to say. for me its not about that, its more about how our muses feel about each other && what we the muns feel comfortable plotting && writing. does this make sense ?

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW ?

Anything that means clothing is off is considered nsfw && will be tagged as such.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING ?

HIGHLY. i have had really bad experiences with Mulan. like bro the stories i can tell you... i have had put rules up in place in order to protect not just myself but also Mulan from that happening again. I am a chemistry based shipper. so if our muses have it ? fantastic, lets ship. if only one does, let's do the one sided thing. but if there is no chemistry it is hard to have a ship.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH ?

i answered the three big ships above. but i also have a ship going with Merlin Nuallian, which is with @fatheredlegend && @calcifydamage 's Caleb Malphas.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU ?

Yes. If you have a ship you want to explore with me, ask. but also be prepared for the answer of "Lets wait and see". not because I do nto want to ship, but because I have been burned badly before && Mulan is picky.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS ?

I love shipping. legit love it. love all the aspects, the good && the bad. i won't lie, i will spam you with plots, i will spam with asks && images that remind you of our muses. but i also respect peoples time && will not hound for a reply && if my partner has other ships going ?? i want to read them && love on those too.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP ?

Yes. Let us spread the love !

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM ?

erm. my mulan really does not fall into any fandom, so imma skip. just look at my above answer.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU ?

please just come talk to me ooc wise. let me vibe check with you. let me write with you && see how our muses get along. if we both feel something ? heck yeah let's ship. but please also understand, shipping is not my first priority. Mulan legit looks for friendships first && if she falls ? its legit news to her because she thinks she's getting sick >_<

but yeah, open communication is key to me. just come talk about it.