#atm they constantly butt heads

[himbo-in-limbo]

Bunny brothers brawl [Glam!Bon and Toy Bon are brothers in this AU]

Their relationship is…..a work in progress

Also what is it with the boys in this house all having bear boy friends?

What a coincidence!

[acourtofchaos]

Currently having so many ideas and thanks to them all whirring about in my brain, I can't decide what to actually sit down and write first, so I'm gonna write a little description of each (apologies because I absolutely suck at summaries) and then leave it up to a poll because why not 🤷‍♀️

IDEA #1

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader / Tom Riddle x F!Reader. Set a little while after the war when the world seems to be returning back to normal. But peace doesn't last and the Riddle brothers have been keeping secrets from you about rumours that are swirling to do with Voldemort's followers not entirely being gone. It all comes to light in the worst possible way when the three of you are attacked and Mattheo sacrifices himself to save you and his brother. As months go by and you remain drowning in your grief whilst Tom grows utterly possessed by grief and revenge, the only solace you find is with each other which eventually leads to something neither of you could have ever expected and complicates everything when your investigations into the rogue ex death eaters lead you to a shocking discovery. Mattheo is still alive.

IDEA #2

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader. When you are asked by the order to spy on Mattheo and he is told to spy on you by his father, the two of you forced to put aside your hatred for each other in order to fulfill your tasks. But just how close are the two of you willing to get to the other in order to be successful and will the fragile feelings that begin to bloom, despite convincing yourselves its still all fake, be able to survive when the lies you've built them on come to light?

IDEA #3

Theodore Nott x Lestrange!Reader. Rivals since you were kids, you and Theo have never been capable of doing anything except butt heads. But times are changing and the world is growing dark, on the very precipice of a war that neither of you want to be part of but you've been signed up to since you were born. When the pressure to become the perfect soldiers your parents expect you to be will you both break and lose yourselves or will you find salvation and the will to fight back in the very person who had always prayed to see your downfall?

IDEA #4

Lorenzo Berkshire x F!Reader. This one is mainly vibes atm but best friends to lovers with a shit ton of pining, drunken kisses that they insist mean nothing (lies), a first love confession that goes horrifically wrong and some angst and miscommunication before they get the second confession perfectly right.

IDEA #5

Tom Riddle x F!Reader. Smut smut smut. I basically got inspired by the song sucker for pain and imagined a scenario where you and Tom are in a relationship where you deliberately piss each other off and make each other jealous just so the other one will ruin them. Like imagine Tom thinking he has the upper hand in this scenario constantly because if you piss him off he gets to ruin you and if he pisses you off he still gets to ruin you because there's no way you'll be able to ruin him right? You won't be able to make beg. There's no way you won't break first and end up begging him to fuck you because no matter what you do, the man has immaculate restraint and he would never lower himself to begging anyone for anything. Even you.

Oh how wrong he is.

IDEA #6

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader. Smut smut smut. Despite breaking up, you and Mattheo just can't seem to stay away from each other.

Inspired by maroon 5's animals

IDEA #7

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader. Smut smut smut. Best friend Mattheo being jealous as fuck of the guys you keep wasting your time with and being determined to prove to you that he knows you better and could treat you way better than any of them ever could.

[joanofexys]

Tell me more about these ocs 👀

(Sorry for anon I'm kinda 😅)

you’re all good, hun! anons are always welcome!!

okay okay so I have my main four AFTG OCs

Florian Laska, Mara Fasil, Emiko Moriyama, and Ilya Kostyk

here’s a post essentially rambling about Florian and Mara

key points are:

they were partners in the nest

Florian’s now a striker, Mara’s still a dealer

they play for the US Olympic team

Florian is 19 like Jean and Neil and dropped out of college, Mara is 23 and graduated in 4 years instead of 5

Florian’s an amputee, lost his left leg and maintains it was an accident that happened during practice

they’re extremely codependent still

they’re a PR nightmare, especially Mara

I haven’t actually talked about Em or Ilya much

Summary of Em (she/her):

middle child

25 years old

yes I created an OC who’s a Moriyama sibling sue me

so extremely gay

backliner

also plays for the olympic team

estranged from essentially all members of her family after graduating from EAU

Em’s lovely, not cause she’s a great person but cause she loves her Raven’s fiercely (especially those who have left the team) and she will start any number of fights for them. She’s nowhere near perfect and she should be seeing a therapist but she is trying her goddamn hardest to be the complete opposite of pretty much everyone in her family

I think she gets along well with Renee and once Jean transfers to the Trojans she definitely reaches out to some of them even just to check in. Her and Thea are also good friends. I don’t think she’s worn the color black since she’s graduated, the girl looks like a rainbow and I support her. She’s extremely affectionate with her current teammates which might be partially because of how hard she checks them during practices

I think that’s most of what i’ve got for her

Ilya (he/they):

Is my only non-Raven OC lmao

22 years old

Played for Penn State (graduated in 4 years)

Goalkeeper

If it's not obvious at this point he's a olympic player, i'm basically creating a whole team lmao

transman cause i said so and that's very important to me

has 3 sisters who he's very close to, youngest child

they speak English, Spanish, and ASL and they're teaching Flor ASL

Ilya my beloved. He's such a little shit and I think we're all better off for it tbh. They're so loud and take up space and I honestly think he's the perfect person to show Flor how to do so. I do think he and Florian end up dating at some point in the future cause I think they work really well together.

They are truly just some guy. Grew up in a great and supportive family and they all love him dearly. He's gets on great with most people except for the Ravens and so it takes a minute for him to warm up to Florian and Mara especially and he and Mara still butt heads plenty but he and Florian got partnered together for drills and it was like their little bonding moment

After the events of TKM he truly becomes the foxes #1 fan. He is rooting for them constantly and so annoying about it.

Ummmm idk I have trouble thinking of stuff without specifics to go off of so that's what's bouncing around in my head atm

[erigold13261]

RAINBOW DRAGON AND ELEPHANT!!!! SPRAYING WATER AND RAINBOWS!!!! LOVE WINS!!

(also love the idea that Hanami dislikes Ko-Guy, since Ko-Guy eats all of Hanami’s plants…)

And Kurourushi dislikes Hanami since she does not like his baby bro

These two are making the rainbow for the cursed pride parade that is happening below them! (humans only see a everyone dying around them by burning alive, turning into monsters, or being eaten/carried away into nothingness lol)

You read my mind for why Hanami hates Ko-Guy! Yes! He just keeps eating her plants as well as constantly asking her to make more (or biting her which she doesn't care too much about until he tries to bite her eye stalks, then she's throwing hands with him).

Hanami: .lla tA .yuG-oK ekil ton od I [I do not like Ko-Guy. At all.]

Kurourushi (brother mode activates): Valid but fuck you!

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Gotta think of other relationship dynamics for the curses because they are fun! Whatever this curse is (from ch 209 of the manga):

Is definitely friends with the Roppongi curse and the Mannequin curse, and it also is the connecting/mutual friend for Smallpox Deity that connects the shopping curses to the sickness and bug curses.

Akuro-o Otake I can see also being a friend, or at least acquaintance with the Roppongi curse. As well as friends with Ganesha.

Similar with the curse that Inumaki fought in JJK 0, which is unnamed and I forget what shopping district it is in atm. That one I origianlly thought of being friends with Ganesha right after I was reminded that Ganesha existed, so that is definitely another relationship dynamic there!

Kechizu and Hanami are friends. Just love the idea that the two get along because Kechizu is younger sibling gamer coded to me and Hanami is the person the lil gamer talks to even if she hardly knows what is going on (also the fact that I love the idea she makes flower crowns/bracelets for others! She uses flower language both positive and negative, so she will insult people like Satoru with a flower crown without them knowing. She needs to give either a big flower crown to Kechizu because of his body type, or just give him a bracelet. She's done both for him).

Also, not a curse, but I love the idea that in another universe Hanami would have become friends with Kinji and Kirara! She takes dumb stupid risks/gambles like no other curse and I love that for her (and Toji would take Kinji, Kirara, and Dagon to a gambling place and make Dagon cheat for them because most people can't see curses. Especially at the water racing thing he was betting on in Hidden Inventory arc).

Jogo's not getting along with any of the other curses I bet. He still has fights with the disaster curses, of course he wouldn't be able to make friends easily with others. However! I love the idea that him and Juzo get into arguments about cursed tools and the history behind them. Just love Jogo being knowledgeable about cursed items and Juzo knowing lots of stuff about cursed weapons. So the two butt heads together a lot about what is correct and what isn't (and then Satoru takes the two on a field trip to look at the school's cursed tools because he's Satoru Gojo and can do shit like that, but he really wants to cause more drama while also getting more information about cursed tools. Probably Maki is there as well).

And then Dagon, Kurourushi, and Ko-guy have a whole frenemies thing going on as they fight over food. Definitely these three are bothering Uraume a bunch for good food (especially humans). And Uraume hates all of them because none of these curses can appreciate the effort that they put into making these foods like Sukuna does.

Mahito's the little outcast that no one really likes but every curse tolerates. There are definitely fun moments they all have together, especially when Mahito drags someone in on a little fun prank (usually aimed at Jogo)!

[eclipseshotel]

The music anon: u're welcome! That sucks tho. I hope u at least like., have the asks? I don’t know how asks work like.. if they disappear? But if that's the case I can send it to u again~

I'm very shy so I'm stayin' anon lol

That is perfectly okay! I usually move asks to drafts when I’m trying to formulate my answers, especially more drawn out responses, in case I have to come back to it later but don’t wanna retype everything out again. Never have issues with that usually. I still have them but keep getting error messages when I try to post. Not working on mobile or desktop atm.

A yautja who's a little off the rails, or who just flat out lets their bloodlust consume them, fits that perfectly! Still deciding how fucked up and violently gratuitous I want my OC Vaako to be--he for sure slinks along the fringes of the honor code. Just not sure how extreme of an individual I want him to be yet... I know they have a song that fits him to a T.

I see what you mean, anon! Edge and Pearl, Rocket Dragon, Conveyor, and Shinigami go hard!!! Action Girl is actually so fucking perfect for one of my characters who just constantly butts heads with her yautja comrade (a thorn in her side but she has a weakness for sharp things). Will definitely be using that one for some inspo! 😏

I will listen to them more in depth! Edge and Pearl is not a bad idea for a fic title either! 🤔 Thank you for the band rec!!

[crownconstellation]

idolish7..... really is a really, really good series. i'm not done with it atm (am an anime-only rn and the oomfie i'm watching it with & i are on season 3 part 1), but it's been a really enjoyable ride so far. the writer has a talent for balancing both immense silliness and immense seriousness, and while it feels a lot like tonal whiplash a lot of the time, it's not like... in a bad way. the pacing goes pretty fast sometimes, but it's not fast in a way that feels rushed. it's just fast, in a way that's still easy to keep up w/ because the material is easy to become engrossed in. i'm constantly surprising myself with new characters i realise i like a lot more than i actually thought i did as we go along. it's a series i really recommend (& going through it makes me excited to look into mahoyaku eventually, which i have heard has the same scenario writer.)

it also actually really reminds me a lot of a3! tonally / vibewise, which i think helped with how i got so interested in it so quickly. like because it's an idol series that came out the same year as enstars i have made a couple of jokes about it as we go through it especially bc they share a handful of voice actors, but despite being about idols it really shares a lot more with a3 to me.

and by that i mean it's a really, really kind series. even with their rivalries, trigger & idolish7 constantly support each other. they're friends with each other. their fans are endlessly uplifting and supportive. re:vale do their best to be good seniors and support the newer idols. even when the groups deal with infighting, it's not because they don't support each other, but because they do. they support each other and want to always be on even footing to the point they butt heads. even with zool, who are kind of haters or something rn, we've already gotten a glimpse of touma being a genuinely really kind person & i know from having seen one of the 8th anniversary stories that they become an oomf unit eventually.

it really reminds me a lot of a3! with how mankai company is constantly supporting and uplifting each other, even when they clash, how even enemies can become friends, and with how everyone sincerely cares about each other at the end of the day. i think a3! also does a very good job of balancing silly & serious, generally (and for one extra point, tsumugi & izumi are both fantastic protagonists who are alllowed to Be Characters Who Speak), so it's fun. going through it really reminds me of when i first got into a3!. makes me feel fond.

tldr; i recommend idolish7, especially to any fellow a3! fans who might be interested in the similar vibes. good series

[msuukiyo]

I was wondering if you could show us some thinspo wallpapers 👉🏻👈🏻maybe make them not v obvious but idk 😂💖

ok i got you gurl 💖🧚, here are some of my favourites ✨ ,

i change my wallpapers a lot, i change them more than i change my clothes, always depending on my mood or whenever i need a motivational kick in the butt, so i’ve got quite a big collection. as i’m not talented at all with picture editing, i always search mine on pinterest, they’ve got tons.

here are a few strategies i’ve used to make it not that ovious, maybe it’ll help you:

1. motivational quotes

everyone loves a good quote right? i like to repeat them in my head whenever i look at my phone, constantly reminding me of my goals and keeping me motivated throughout the day. and whenever someone asks you why you chose this quote, you can always find excuses easily, for example i always say they keep me motivated for uni, just whatever works best for you.

2. if you want actual good old thinspo pictues but don’t want it to be too obvious, try to choose pictures where the actual thinspo itself isn’t the main focus,

for example, i really love this one:

when my friend asked me why i chose that random girl as a wallpaper i simply said i loved the vibes and the aesthetic of it, it reminds me of summer which i really miss atm.

or with this one i tell everyone that it’s my dream to get more into fashion, and to develop my personal style and this picture is reminding me of that:

or with a pictue similiar to that you could say you miss going out with your friends a lot, since we’re all in lockdown atm, and this picture reminds you that better days are coming and you’ll soon party together again:

3. my most recent strategy: symbolism

you could choose a personal symbol which represents your goals. i myself chose a butterfly 🦋 , and whenever i look at it i think of my goals. i now put butterflys literally everywhere, i draw them on my wrist, i put stickers in my planner and on my uni stuff, i hang a drawing on my bedroom wall, and i downloaded a lot of butterfly wallpapers, but whatever you might chose, i’m sure there are a lot of fitting wallpapers on pinterest.

these are my favourites:

this has gotten quite long, oops, but i hope this’ll help you, and i really hope this is want you meant, but if you have a more specific request yo can always message me ofc 💖

[blackcoffeeandblankpagess]

1/2 so i’ve been dealing with (read ignoring) an ankle/foot injury for a number of weeks/months. i kept telling myself it was fine because there’s no bruising etc and i was marathon training and had consulted with a pod who showed me how to strap etc. in reality it’s not getting better and it’s been about 10 weeks since the original injury. the marathon has been cancelled. ive pulled back on training but i think i probably need a proper rest... i’m scared that ill put on weight but ashamed that

2/2 this is my fear because i am the first to say it does not matter and weight fluctuates etc etc which i DO believe but i also have a history of anorexia and disordered eating and find change hard. also im scared of losing fitness and having to start again.. i don’t really know what my question is. tell me to take time off? going to try and get a go app & mri scan for see if there’s any visible damage to ankle/foot but don’t know that i’ll be able to with all the restrictions atm... sigh.

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okay hi I weirdly love that you sent me this message, don’t get me wrong that is a shitty spot to be in and I’m sending you a big hug, BUT I feel like I could have literally written this myself I resonate SO much so....hopefully because of that I can say something somewhat useful.

First of all. Take a break. I mean it. Just stop everything for like...a week to start (obviously longer is fine too, but a week might seem less terrifying at first). That doesn’t mean oh I’ll take a break from running but bike 20 miles a day...no! I am also someone who has an EXTREMELY hard time giving myself permission to rest (aside from my rest day) because I will internally debate until the end of time over whether or not it’s necessary etc. etc. and honestly I get a huge sense of relief when a medical professional tells me to take a break because I’m like oh okay cool this is literally their career they know what they are talking about and I’m listening to their advice. BUT especially if you are injured and you ARE injured from what I am hearing here even if you do not technically have the scans to prove it yet, you NEED to rest. If you keep going and pushing through the pain you are going to dig yourself deeper and deeper into the hole and it is going to take WAY longer to dig yourself out. Also, especially given your ED history, I would be extra precautious about handling injuries and ensuring proper recovery. Obviously I know literally nothing about your injury or your ED background, but I would not take a lack of bruising to mean that it’s nothing serious (I’m not trying to scare you here but I feel like sometimes we need to have someone just shove the truth in our face so here you go). If it is something like a stress fracture for instance (which again, I have NO idea the details of your issue so maybe it isn’t), then you might not *see* anything but your bones would LITERALLY BE BREAKING and the more you run on that the more you are breaking them down and the recovery could move from just needing a few weeks rest to needing surgery. Not to mention the long term damage you would be doing to your body. Something I had to really, really come to terms with after I got my stress fracture was realizing I had been underfueling for YEARS and even if I wasn’t actively trying to restrict myself, I had gotten used to not eating enough and that meant my bones were breaking down more and more every. single. day. and it is easiest to build bone density when you are young and gets progressively more difficult as you age so the choices you make today are going to affect you deeply in the future. It’s easy to see it as just one extra run or one skipped snack but the truth is that for those of us who buy into those things we never really stop at one, and all of those “just this one time”s add up. And it’s not good. This past summer I forced myself to take a week off of literally everything not because anything was physically wrong but because I realized I was exercising way too much and significantly undereating and I knew I was on the fast track to hurting myself and causing long term damage.

To your second point about fear of gaining weight- first of all I have so, so, so much respect for you for being able to admit that fear because realistically a lot of us have it, I certainly dealt with it when I was injured, and even if we rationally know that in the grand scheme of things it ~doesn’t matter~ the truth is that coming from an ED background the thought of weight gain is probably going to cause some anxiety! like you said I could talk all day about why gaining weight doesn’t matter and you are more than a number etc. etc. but you and I both already know that. Maybe this is a problematic approach that I’m about to share but honestly if someone had told me this when I first found out about my stress fracture it probably would have relieved anxiety and especially given these wild times I think relieving anxiety is prob a good thing- when I had my stress fracture I didn’t workout for four months. Literally NOTHING. no cross training. no swimming. no biking. no walks. I was on crutches. I literally had to be driven to class. My activity level was at a -12. I ate almost exactly the same as when I wasn’t injured (which, led me to learn I was DEFINITELY under eating), and I gained MAYBE like....5 pounds or less (or maybe none at all it honestly was probably 99% in my head). Literally not enough for anyone at ALL to notice except for me because my pants felt a tiny bit tighter. This honestly made me question a lot of things. For one, I knew I needed to really up my intake when I was allowed to be active again. Two, I started to reallllly question WHY I felt the need to do all this activity if being completely inactive didn’t lead to my body changing much. It made me realize how much I underlyingly relied on exercise to micromanage my body. It was a lot to think about.

ALSO. I didn’t get my period regularly for about 4 years and once that stress fracture hit I made it my MISSION to get it back (and I did!) because that is a huge red flag and I knew that if I wasn’t getting it, that once my bone healed even if I was cleared to run again I was just on track to get another injury because sure maybe THAT injury healed but my shitty bones were still shitty and that meant another injury was just as likely. I decided that gaining a little weight (whatever that meant) was critical  because I would much rather be a few pounds heavier than constantly switching between running and injured. Also, more importantly, I want to be able to be active throughout my whole life and if your bones are shit at 21 (when I got my stress fracture) you are probably going to be really f**ked once you are actually the age that people’s bones start to deteriorate. 

The most important thing I have learned is that everything you do in terms of over exercise/under eating has HUGE LONG TERM CONSEQUENCES and it is SO easy to ignore that when you are in the thick of it because often you don’t feel those consequences until years later but listen, you do not want to wait for things to get really bad before you decide to start trying to truly, properly recover.

It’s really easy to get caught in that inbetween place of not doing horribly but also definitely not feeling as free as you could when it comes to food/body stuff. Ask yourself WHY you are scared of gaining weight and like I said, operating under the assumption that we know weight gain is okay etc. etc., realistically your body is probably not going to go through some wild change if you just take a break. Think about it, most people barely exercise and they eat whatever and they are all FINE! It’s easy on the internet/social media to feel like everyone is out running 23498239432 miles and eating kale or whatever but most people really aren’t like that and they are getting along just fine.

Also, something that helped me was realizing that I really do not want to spend my whole life constantly terrified that if I eat too much or take a break or whatever my body is going to change etc. etc. and I realized that if i don’t want to spend my whole life worried about that then at SOME POINT I was going to have to just start living how I wanted to because 1. once you start living how you want to you realize the world does not in fact end and you can have your cake and eat it too (ha). and 2. you aren’t going to just suddenly wake up one day and not care about these things anymore, if you really want to be free from it you need to make a conscious effort to live the life you actually want, not the one that is stemmed in fear

In the past year I have grown SO much in terms of food/exercise. And my body has literally not changed. I was holding on so tightly to this perceived control that was entirely unnecessary. Your body is designed to want to stay generally the same (unless of course you are currently in an unhealthy spot) and when you just chill out for a sec you realize that your body is capable of doing naturally what you thought you had to be micromanaging and taking care of all along. 

I will leave you with a quote that I heard one time somewhere (how’s that for a source) “You have a lot more to gain than you do to lose”

By letting your body heal

By not making decisions out of fear of gaining weight

By eating what you want

etc.

This was long af and I may have rambled but I hope it helps. Like I said, I’m not trying to scare anyone but also sometimes feeling a little bit of that “oh shit wtf am I doing” feeling is the kick in the butt you need. (but I know it is super duper hard and I am sending you all the love and support and also hoping your foot is something minor)

So yes, take a break, talk to your dr, be super honest with them. When I had my stress fracture my dr and pt were both like ok here’s the deal- rest and eat a lot of food. so I would advise that ;)

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. image:

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. (It depends? I think she’s gorgeous lol) Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. (She should be and I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise) Are they underrated?  YES / NO. Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (cue argument that Ichigo and Rukia are two halves of a main protag) Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. How strictly do you follow canon?  —  I follow canon pretty much up to the last few chapters (although I do rp the ending ship as well) so it’s really flexible within canon. Ichiruki is my OTP but RenRuki is my second favorite. I do not believe Rukia would have been fine with everything going back to “status quo” in the Soul Society so that’s where I refuse to follow canon at all. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Rukia is one of the most selfless characters in this series. She would not hesitate to risk her life to save a stranger. She doesn’t tolerate bullying or any abuse of power. Frequently she puts the needs of others above her own. Rukia takes her duties as a soul reaper very seriously but is not a blind rule follower. If a rule doesn’t match her morals, she’ll ignore it. She’ll come across like a noble (because she technically is one by adoption) but she can go from sipping plum wine elegantly in a super expensive silk kimono that will take your breath away to pickpocketing your valuables, sweeping your legs out from under you and fighting dirty. Can you ask for more?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — Well she’s not particularly striking physically. She’s very small and doesn’t look very intimidating. Rukia is also not very friendly naturally. This doesn’t mean she’s rude, she just doesn’t let very many people into her inner circle. She’s not very physically affectionate with those outside her group and is a little awkward with receiving it from others. Also while Rukia doesn’t lie, she would say somewhat neutral things rather than hurt someone’s feelings. I think some of the fandom might think she’s weak and constantly just getting rescued by someone stronger than her, I severely disagree with this (and have words for Kubo about that). Her bankai I think is one of the most powerful but in a quiet way. (No one else has to actually die for the bankai, do they? Yeah, she’s bad ass.)

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —   When I first started watching Bleach, I connected with Rukia instantly on a very personal level. I loved everything about her and she resonated with me a lot. I feel like I can understand her easily and it just flowed. When I first joined the RPC, there was no question as to which character I would be doing. She’s the only one I’ve very really roleplayed. I cosplay her at cons and I just love everything about her, flaws and all.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —   Honestly, that connection did not waver, even during my hiatus. I love the fan art and fan fics, head canons, etc. I love exploring her character and developing her beyond what Kubo gave us. 

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. ( I hope) Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO. (YES and I love it) Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO. Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (sometimes?) Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (sometimes?) Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — ahh so I take criticism super personally even when I know it’s not meant so I guess it depends on the delivery? I will probably mull it over for a few days before the sting is gone. So if you have some, just be nice? lol

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  YES YES YES! I absolutely love head canons and questions that make me think about what my character would do or think. I welcome them all the time and I don’t care how silly or obscure they may sound so send them my way!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Sure. I mean, if it’s just a difference on opinion without much fact to back either one, then it’s probably just going to be an agree to disagree. But if it’s something that they have more information on that refutes something I said (like canon evidence), please share! It could be that I didn’t know or we interpreted it differently. I welcome that kind of debate or conversation. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  I mean, everyone is entitled to their opinion and I certainly don’t believe everyone has to like my way of writing Rukia. If they don’t like it, I would probably just say they can ignore it or unfollow (because why would you follow me if you don’t like what I write? I mean, come on.) 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  Well, if it’s like  they just can’t stand my character at all, again... you can unfollow me anytime? Why would you follow an rp blog of a character you dislike so strongly? I mean, I don’t mind anyone following me if they keep it to themselves but if someone is going to be upset anytime they see my writing or my character on their dash, doesn’t it make sense to not follow? I’m not sure what the purpose of this question is but again, everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  So I’m human like anyone else. Sometimes I’m typing on my phone, sometimes I’m typing really fast, sometimes I’m distracted by my toddler or work. I don’t mind gentle corrections but if I feel that I have to proofread my threads or posts before posting them because of someone pointing out errors, it’s really going to make me hesitant to write. So I guess what I’m saying is if you want do so kindly and every so often, that’s fine but if you get to be a stickler about it, it’s going to make me less likely to interact with you. 

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  I would like to think I am? This is probably a better question for my partners but I don’t think I’m too strict?

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The Flash S5 Ep5 Thoughts

- If I were Nora I wouldn’t come either, you betrayed her heart and her trust.

- Nora may have almost hurt a couple BUT I love sassy Nora who rebels against her parents it’s really refreshing for someone to actually not like Iris. And she caught the bad guy so WOO NORA MY BABY IS DOING JUST FINE

- So the writers finally wrote someone to tell Iris how she acts “condescending, I know better than you” and they most certainly do not have Iris change, AND Nora ends up forgiving her? Wack. Unrealistic. Boring. Change things up smh

- “You know, Nora, I wish you would try to understand who your mom is today.” UMMM BITCH SHE’S THE SAME DIDN’T YOU JUST HEAR HER???? Also why don’t YOU try to understand your daughter’s actions under years of neglect from your step sister. (also I watch Riverdale and that show pisses me off but NOTHING has ever pissed me off this much omggggggg)

- Cisco is back! YASSS WE HAVE MISSED THE VIBES 🥺🥺🥺

- OMG PROFESSOR STEIN!!! Small crossover we love to see it, and we also love to see Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship! Even if it hurt Cisco ugh a crying atm

- UMMMMM EW. EW WHAT THE FLYING FUCK WHY IS THAT CREEPIER THAN ANY RECENT HORROR MOVIE please…….. I much prefer Elongated Man… aLSOO ALSO how did they not hear that weirdo fucking pounding his fucking hands into the glass I feel nauseous. 

- I know I wanted journalist!Iris again but like because she’s being even worse than she normally his (and Barry) I literally just want her to get the fuck off the screen. I even took a small break and watched something else and I can still feel the anger inside of my body… like I just can’t even look at Iris OR Barry. That’s just sad… the worst sibling duo since Bughead 

- Barry working with your journalist sister-wife is probably not professional but no one would ever point that out so… rip to me wanting to watch shows that down ruin everything over a disgusting

- Schrap… give us more of these cool words to use I love them. ALSO NORA AND CECILE BONDING WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- Oh Cecile not you too… if Iris doesn’t respect her own daughter she’s not owed respect back. Besides, since when the FUCK is it “disrespectful” to say that your mom nags at you… all mom’s do it. Nora is raving about her mom wanting to control her and is talking abut her nagging at her over everything and Cecile is like "this is the west household and that means that all west's are respected" like girl you have been civil and understanding to everyone and everything this whole time and suddenly its out the window??? I understand that in black households it’s a big thing to respect your parents, especially a mother who raised a child alone, but this is some pedestal bullshit and highkey right now I want basically everyone except Nora, Caitlin, Cisco, Ralph, and even Sherloque, fucking dead for the rest of the episode………. wow I never thought a show could literally make me this mad.

- That scene afterwards was really weird. Like in my family we can never really move on like that, but also how would Nora get all of that to fit together and stay for like five seconds and why wouldn’t Cecile give Nora the screws like—

- Cisco vibing the chalkboard and knowing it’ll hurt him and he’s not going to tell anyone I’m: sad.

- “Did I scare him away?” CAITLIN! 😭🥺 Also didn’t he MAKE Killer Frost or am I just dumb and slow lol

- This Meta is so gross yet so cool asdfghjkl EW THAT’S GONNA GIVE ME NIGHTMARES, THE META’S MASK HEAD THING BEING IN SIGHT AND THEN DISAPPEARING AFTER SAYING “FLASH” EWWW although funnily enough I’d rather watch that than Iris and Barry so um

- How is The Flash able to make the most disgusting, creepiest thing than like any horror movie

- Barry trying to force date shit with Iris is so awkward and weird and forced… I hate it a lot

- This woman not being impressed with Iris or Barry is giving me life … ARE THEY REALLY NOT REALIZING THAT IRIS IS BASICALLY THAT WOMAN IN THE FUTURE WITH NORA??? “She’s so cold, she gave her son what she thought he needed but was wrong” like… how dense are these fuckers???

- Why is Barry acting like this is his last night with Iris? Like I can wish but why is this forced domesticity that makes me want to rip out my eyes happening rn? EW I WAS LOOKING DOWN AT MY LAPTOP AND I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THE META IN THE CORNER I’M SO DISGUSTED.

- Barry,,, she is exactly like that woman fuck off there’s a time to be supportive to both women and rn it’s not to Iris. GOD NOT IRIS ACTUALLY REALIZING IT OVER BARRY??? The fanservice and ruining Barry’s character is real and it HURTS

- Why is the meta looking at Barry and Iris as if he knows who they are… he only knows the flash

- Caitlin realizing he was hurting himself to help her I— “I could bring my value to the team” BUT YOU DID WAY BEFORE YOUR POWERS. You’re smart, you know science, you help The Flash help people. Sure the powers are a big bonus but he brought so much value even before :( If anything ever happens to Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship, ever, I will kill everyone and then myself

- I know this show is about The Flash and rn the season is about Nora but like,,, constantly talking about her and having westallen scenes is just so… overdone. They talked about it outside of the gala, then it showed Cisco and Caitlin for a few minutes and then they’re back. Give it some rest Jesus

- Every time someone says that Iris probably dampens Nora’s powers to keep her safe literally feels more like “the more I say it the more true it has to be” like… shut the fuck up can someone (Caitlin or Cisco) PLEASE slap some fucking sense into this boy??? Blindly following after your sister-wife isn’t healthy and it’s dumb as fuck. See, kids, this is why you don’t date and marry (and eventually have a kid with) your step sister

- Now Iris is being the smart one…………………. this is the weirdest, forced bullshit that I’m more used to from Riverdale.

- I’m glad there’s more cute bonding between Cecile and Nora. But what kind of kids would be mean to someone who lost their parents? That’s a tv thing yes but irl??? I’ve never heard or seen it and it just… cannot be true. Also how does Cecile know about a story from when Barry was ten?? Like how would this come up with her and Joe for him to tell her? Really that story was… westallen? And the fanservice grows… That was an awful way to show Nora that Iris sometimes can be a good person when she was in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. God why does NO ONE get that Nora was raised by an awful mom and she already has all of these bad feelings for her? Why are they trying so desperately hard to downplay Nora’s rightful feelings? Oh, right, because Iris isn’t supposed to be able to do wrong… God why do we watch the CW’s awful shows that pander to toxic/gross couples that are catered to while the better main side cast is tossed to the side?

- That was a weird (and creepy) scene with a random face call by Iris lol

- OH GOOD RALPH IS BACK BECAUSE APPARENTLY EVERYONE FORGOT ABOUT HIM LOL. HE’S FUCKING SPIDERMAN-ING HISMELF OMG??? Also why does Iris have to come along every single fucking time?? Also also how didi the meta know whoo to capture like all he saw was The Flash

- MAKE THIS META INTO AN ACTUAL HORROR MOVIE BC THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING SCARY. LIKE SOME PEOPLE SOMEHOW SAY THAT THE BABADOOK IS SCARY (when it’s boring and not scary at all smh) BUT THIS IS SO FUCKED

- YES META DUDE HURT IRIS PLEASE WE. BEG OF YOU 

- Did Iris just fucking jump… for Barry… when Ralph should be the one getting him? The pandering I—

- EW RALPH… ATE HIM?

- The way that Iris is suddenly called a badass… the fanservice isn’t even trying to be hidden

- RAGDOLL WHAT A GREAT META NAME

- Don’t tell me that after a couple of stories of Iris as a kid suddenly makes Nora forget all the times future Iris treated her like trash and thinks it’s okay because she has the ability to be nice (but never is)???

- Future Iris made her “accomplishments” off limits??? What kind of dumbassery—

- They’re gonna make the one character who actually called Iris out forgive her after five episodes??? Jesus we couldn’t have one thing, one character who doesn’t like Iris could we?

- I’ve never seen any books or movies about Nancy Drew (but I will give the new one a try because I’ve heard it’s good) but when the awful detective female leads (basically just Betty and Iris) call themselves Nancy Drew makes me automatically hate Nancy Drew. If Nancy is a selfish, annoying, whiny bitch who can’t do no wrong and butts into people’s lives then she sure is like Iris and Betty

- This family bonding is just so fucking FORCED. Poor westallens having their scenes have to shoved in and the quality ruined. I’d feel bad if I wasn’t called racist for how they write Iris (and Barry together). I already go through this shit on Riverdale I’m basically just dead inside lol

- WAIT SO AFTER ALL THIS TIME NOW YOU THINK ABOUT USING DEVOE’S SATELLITES??? WHY WOULDN’T THAT BE THE FIIRST THING AFTER SALLY WAS DESTROYED?

- Cisco understanding that Caitlin is afraid and not ready yet 🥺🥺

- So that episode was fucking AWFUL. The only good thing about it was Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship and the cool yet horrifying meta. Everything else was just… the fucking worst. I’d literally rather watch disgusting Bughead step sibling kissing scenes than people try to downplay Nora’s feelings all because “no one can hate Iris” uwu

- I’m not usually this… hateful. But something about that and (typically older) people using the “you HAVE to respect your elders!” mindset when they don’t respect the people younger than them. Like, if my older sister doesn’t respect me, why the fuck would I respect her? Respect isn’t given, it’s earned.

[gncharlie]

tagged by @mlentertainment (yay! ffffrienddddddd :D)

1. Do you make your own bed?: hah, no

2. What’s your favorite number?: idk let's go with 17 cuz it seems to be the last of my memories at that age (or beginning??)

3. What’s your job?: I work with a kid with downs syndrome and like the title makes it seem all special but my sis keeps calling me a glorified babysitter

4. Can you parallel park?: i don't drive! what??

5. A job you had that would surprise people?: uhhh I had a summer volunteer thing at my neighbors being like a teacher's aide kinda, and we were supposed to get paid after summer ended but it never happened :/ this was like age 14 maybe

6. Do you think aliens are real?: in the sense that they're living beings outside our planet, yes. but not in the sense that they're weird green creature with big almond heads (wouldn't a plant on mars classify as alien?)

7. Can you drive a manual car?: wtf is a car

8. What’s your guilty pleasure?: .... last october I fell back into my kpop days under the guise of "hs nostalgia" and I've been trapped ever since

9. Tattoos?: :''''''''''( I've been wanting to get a bday tattoo the past 2 years now and just last month I was told by my mom that muslims can't get tattoos (even tho they barely fucking follow those rules themselves and my dad has 3 shitty tats -.- guess I'm gonna have to wait for that also until I'm 25+ just like having to wait to be Out)

10. Favorite color?: lilac (hs I got really specific and decreed this my fav color, basically just a pastel purple-pink fusion)

11. Things people do that drive you crazy?: people who don't have spatial awareness and like... I'm on the bus and someone's bag is right in my face. I once had a guy literally put his butt on my shoulder (these are probably bad examples but I can't remember others atm)

12. Any phobias?: i might have claustrophobia idk, I always complain in a car or closed home (no windows) that there's no oxygen

13. Favorite childhood sport?: I didn't have a childhood sport cuz terrible parents, but I did play badminton with my sis a whole lot and we kept losing shuttlecocks on roofs

14. Do you talk to yourself?: when home alone definitely

15. What movies do you adore?: Handsome Devil (the only movie to send me down a 3month obsession. I've watched it probably 8 times now and idk why), Coco, Spiderverse, How I Felt When I Saw That Girl (Bollywood), idk I can't remember I'm more shows than movies really

16. Do you like doing puzzles?: i want a big giant difficult puzzle rn :'''( it's been so long

17. Favorite kind of music?: calm!!!! I literally to basically everything but calm pretty music is my absolute favorite, I especially love long songs. songs that exceed the standard time length ahem sufjan stevens - impossible soul 25min banger

18. Tea or coffee?: tea, definitely. im constantly craving some tea concoction whether it be hot or cold, coffee I drink like once a week maybe if I'm feeling like my brain is just Out Of Town

19. What’s the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up?: fashion designer, the gay chose me at a very young age.. I remember I cut up my dolls' clothes to make new ones for them and I remember they SUCKED, also I made a bunch of fingerless gloves because I didn't learn to make any actual clothes

I tagg @babystandu @lesbianrep @trans-adorra and everyone

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Thanks @friendofmoths for taggin me!!

Nickname: elf+salmon (these r literally only used by 2 friends but hey it counts)

Zodiac sign: cancer!

Hogwarts house: hufflepuff

Last thing i googled: "you did it! You broke comedy down to its bare essentials" meme

Song stuck in my head: that one opera song where its like "da da da DA Dada da da dada da DaDaDaDa DA da da dada da DAH yknow the one

Following:1163

Followers: 638

Amount of sleep i get: varies from none to way too much

Lucky number: 12

Dream job: west end/broadway actor

Wearing: green jeans, a flannel jacket and a t shirt that i got at a concert

Favourite songs: constantly changes butt atm its dum surfer by king krule n british bombs by declan mckenna

Instruments: i play piano, bass, ukelele, cello and violin all at varying degrees of skill

Random fact: i can draw (if i really make an effort) kind of hyper realistically because my mental health got so bad i couldnt do anything ecxept draw so i basically only drew for a year straight lmao

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[bondedbrotherhoodau]

Complicated Part 1

Written by @YesImAGlowstick and @VishousBDB_  (AU)

*~*~*~*

Vishous: *I walked into the gym and was glad no one was around. I put my earbuds in and played Nowhere fast by Eminem, as loud as the volume would go. I was trying to drown out the voices in my head, my thoughts, and the world around me. I was getting antsy and the only way to get a quick fix was sex or exercise. And atm I didn’t want to think about the first choice. So cardio and pumping iron it was. I did some quick stretches and then hopped on the treadmill. I started off at a slow jog to warm myself up. One foot in front of the other. Breathe, in through the nose and out the mouth. My arms making a quick pace beside me to match my pace. After about ten mins I jacked the machine up to a four incline and was running at full pace.*

Lassiter:

After my little spontaneous fight club the last time I’d hit the gym, I’d taken a step back from hitting the weights and fucking up the treadmills. Going a few rounds with whoever looked at me had done a lot to let out the last of the guilt and the anger, but that didn’t mean every other part of my life was sunshine and roses.

Between the happily mated pairs and the not so happily mated pairs, I was on struggle street heading uphill with a broken fucking clutch. And fuck me, it wasn’t like I was itching to be paired off. I’d known when I became an Angel, known that serving Him would take priority over all else. The past centuries I’d done my best to avoid the kinds of emotional connections that would cripple me if He ordered me away. How was I supposed to survive centuries of constantly losing loved ones?

Yet undeniably, all the Brothers and their mates meant more to me now than simple tasks set by Him for completion. If the Creator chose to pull me away, I would bleed inside.

That didn’t change the fact I was all but itching to get away from them right now. And thank fuck, The Pit was far enough away from the gym that I could pretend I couldn’t hear Vishous tapping away at a keyboard, or listening to a Red Sox game, on repeat, that nobody but Vishous, Butch and the Red Sox cared about.

Pushing open the gym door, I almost fell over myself in an effort to come to a dead stop.

“Oh motherfucker…”

If I backed out slowly… I could still get away. No sudden movements. No further expletives. Just leave…

Vishous: *I was sweating. My black shirt clung to my body like a second skin. I powered through my legs feeling like they were going to collapse. The pain shooting through my muscles a much welcome distraction. After a few more mins I could feel my body reaching a numbing point. I ran and ran until my playlist started to repeat itself. My body spent, I put the incline to zero and walked for a minute or two before turning it off. Shower. I popped out my earbuds and peeled off my shirt. That’s when I noticed the angel. He was staring hard.*

Lassiter:

Those diamond eyes locked on me as I stood in the frame, caught on the precipice of what was arguably heaven n’ hell. Somehow swallowing the slew of curses that ‘really’ wanted to come out, I reminded myself that I couldn’t pussy out. Instead I wrenched my gaze off the male and picked a bench halfway across the room, beelining it for the leather and throwing my towel over it.

Rather than glance back over at Vishous, all glistening skin and fearsome features, I grabbed a few discs of weight and racked them on.

Vishous: *His white gaze shifted and I waited for him to say something but instead he moved to the complete opposite side of the gym and was busy with weights. I went to my locker and as I opened the door, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my gym shorts. I pulled it out and had to bite back a curse. It was from Tohr saying I was on rotation with Lassiter tonight, because cop had tests to set up for the trainees. Fuck. I put my phone on the shelf in the locker and took off my shorts. I grabbed my towel and went to the showers.*

Lassiter:

Vishous doing the shortless walk to the showers did NOT escape my attention, FYI. That motherfucker’s rear was clearly crafted by Gods, though hopefully not his mother. Ew. Awkward thoughts…

I’d barely finished racking on the weight when my phone buzzed. I almost leapt on it, needing the distraction, hoping it was Tohr with a job to do or a request. I’d even play delivery boy tonight if it got me away from the manse.

But of course…

A string of colorful words left my lips at the directive to go on rotation with Vishous, and for the first time in a long time I almost considered replying with a ‘no’, or perhaps a ‘fuck no’. Then again…

Casting a glance toward the showers, I took a deep breath and tried to think it through. It wasn’t like we’d be doing anything but patrolling and fighting. And a good fight… damn, I kind of needed the exertion. I kind of needed to hit something.

Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I unloaded the weights and strode toward the showers. Stepping onto the tiled floor, steam wafted out to greet me, my hair sitting flat as I peered through the mists to find Vishous.

“Yo,” I called, my voice nice and steady. “We’re working tonight. Where do you wanna meet up? Upstairs or downtown?”

Vishous: *I turned the knobs to pretty fucking hot and stepped under the pounding spray of the shower head. I grabbed the shampoo and did quick work of washing my hair before moving to the bar of soap and giving my body a wash. The hot water felt good on my sore muscles. The sound of the water slapping against the tiles was calming. I put both palms flat against the tile wall and just let the water run over my head, chest, and shoulders. I heard footsteps come into the shower room and I turned my head to see lassiter a few feet away. I turned of the water and stepped out to grab my towel off the hook. I quickly began to dry myself off and wrapped it around my hips. I bit back a curse. I was hard as a rock. The towel did nothing to hide “it”. * Give me an hour and meet me on top of the iron mask?

Lassiter:

“A whole hour?” I muse, arching a brow at the request. “What, you gotta do your makeup n’ your hair or some shit? Don’t worry V, you’re pretty without all that extra shit,” I offer, doing my damndest to be both cheery and annoying. Judging by the look on the male’s face, I was hitting the target dead on.

And I mean, it wasn’t like I was wrong. Vishous /was/ pretty. The whole ‘son of a deity’ was working for him when I breezed in to see his glorious form all but splayed against the wall. Running water, steam, and an ass carved out of marble.

Was it possible to tempt angels into Hell like this? Cause dayum, I was suddenly grateful that He had never put a caveat on impure thoughts. I’d never get out of Hell.

“Aight, I’ll give you your hour. I’ma shower n’ get ready myself.”

But oh… did I dare shower down here? …nah, probably a bad idea.

Vishous: *The angel had his way of annoying the fuck out of me but at least it let up the tension in the air. I started towards my lockers and pulled out my leathers and shitkickers. Making quick work of getting dressed, I called back.* Yea cold steel is goin to look real fucking pretty. *I closed the locker up and walked out of the training center. I was headed to the pit, without another word to Lassiter.*

Lassiter:

Well… I guess that solved that problem. Being so annoying as to drive the male off was one way to get the showers to myself. As he went for his locker I shrugged, trying to ignore the twisty feelings in my gut and instead stripped off my shirt. Kicking off my sweats and joggers, I took one of the still cold showers and cranked the tap into ‘melt my fucking bones’ hot.

Yeah yeah, I can hear you all cautioning that I should’ve been having a cold shower, but hey, he was about to leave and I had the place to myself. Hot was gonna be fine.

Rolling my shoulders, I felt the scar down my back pull only slightly. Weeks of training and conditioning until I could barely feel the thing had done the trick, though I still didn’t bother summoning my wings anymore. And ironically, Vishous was one of the few I could tolerate showing it to at any point. Vishous had scars of his own - in that… we matched. Sadly.

Vishous: *I had dressed in my leathers and loaded up my dagger and gun holsters, checking everything a second time. I was really fucking hoping I wouldn’t have to use them. The night would be a quick recon and I could get back home and start drinking to forget all about Lassiter. To forget about cop. To forget who the fuck I was. I stepped outside the mansion and demateralized to the top of the iron mask. I lit up a handrolled as I waited for the angel.*

Lassiter:

The shower was magic, if not lonely, and rather than don my usual visually aggressive clothing line afterward, I instead pulled on the leather, shitkickers and all black ensembles the males were used to rocking in the night. Some days I figured they were all just shy of a few extra props to get a YMCA dance going.

A hop skip and a jump of ghosting across town and I appeared on the rooftop near Vishous, in invisi mode. I appreciated the view, and ironically, I wasn’t talking about the male. After a few seconds, I popped into existence beside him. Dear Creator, let this night not be a clusterfuck.

“Evening.”

Vishous: *As the angel appeared beside me I had just finished my smoke and was putting the butt in my breast pocket. My diamond eyes gave the angel a once over.* We start with the rooftops and then check the alleys. You move when I move. If its all quiet after a few hours we get to split as per Tohr. *Part of me wanted a good fight. The other part wanted to drink myself into a coma.*

Lassiter:

“No shit Sherlock,” I reply cheerfully, trying not to give Vishous the finger as he treated me like some rookie who’d never been on a rotation before. Some days it was a struggle not to remind these grouchy motherfuckers I was actually older than them. Respect your elders, bitches.

“Here’s hoping all the ickle Lessers are safe at home in their beds n’ we have a cruisy night. Dunno about you, but m’ not really in the mood for your bright n’ shiny personality,” I add bluntly, still faking the whole cheery smile routine. I was an angel, after all.

Vishous: Ditto angel. *I demateralized a few buildings down and into a nearby alley. I crouched low staying close to the building before I rounded the corner. A black truck hid me as I peeked around. I could smell them before they were even close. Baby powder and rot filled my nose. I wanted to gag. I didn’t bother turning around or waiting for Lassiter to keep up. He was tight on my ass. Had to give him props when it came to hunting. Gone was the cheery eyed school girl. Lassiter was all business. I whispered.* “I count three of them about a mile out. They smell new.” *I palmed a dagger and waited.*

Lassiter:

“Sure, if ‘new’ is rancid three week old meat and sugar,” I mutter, taking a deep breath and getting the same whiff of putrefaction.

Noting V drawing a dagger, I opted for the silent method too, ignoring the twin glocks and going for a nine inch stainless steel blade that’d slide home between a Lessers ribs no problem. I, however, wasn’t locked into the whole ‘hide and seek’ thing. Stepping past V, I shot him a quick look, my voice a whisper.

“Play distraction as they get closer.”

There were perks to being an angel. I didn’t have to dematerialize to go invisible, instead vanishing from sight and moving down the street like the grim fucking reaper, leaving Vishous in the shadow of the truck. Getting into place behind the Lessers, I mirrored their steps as they got closer to V’s spot.

The Creator himself could ask me and I’d deny it, but being on the other side as Lessers approached Vishous got my heart rate jacked. Regardless of our bullshit… protecting the male was right now at the top of my ‘to do’ list.

Vishous: *I stepped out of the shadows as Lassiter called it distraction. I knew the angel was near. Did I trust him not to get my ass killed? Short answer? Yes. The lessers caught a glimpse of me and started running. I didn’t see any automatic weapons so I didn’t draw my glocks. Instead, I widen my stance and moved in a blur of speed. I plunged my dagger in the chest cavity of the first lesser. He let out a screech and then pop. Flash of light and the fucker was gone. I turned toward the second but didn’t move fast enough before he sliced up my bicep with the butterfly knife he was carrying. I forced myself to kick the lesser, crushing his knee cap and sending him stumbling over. I backed up to give myself space, that’s when I saw the angel.*

Lassiter:

Good to see that as distracting as Vishous could be for me, he was even more so with Lessers. Whoop-di-fucking-do-dah.

Despite their running act, as soon as the two moved forward to engage V, I came up behind the third. Putting the invisible man to shame, I used the little blinding light moment from the Brother’s popped Lesser to insert my knife right through the top of the demon’s spine. The rest of his body went limp, his weapon clattering from lifeless fingers as his meat sack crumpled into a pile. Before I could drop down to provide my own little light show, everything shifted.

The scent of V’s blood in the air hit me like a truck. I didn’t think as I became visible again, my head whipping around to see the Lesser staggering back from the vampire, catching sight of me. V’s arm leaked red; the only color I saw as I darted forward. I barely felt the kiss of the blade as the Omega’s spawn took a slice at me. It glanced off my shoulder, silver blood spattering the concrete. I snarled, seizing the things head and wrenching it sideways. Its neck broke with a loud SNAP.

His body hit the pavement. My knife went for his heart. With another burst of sound and light, the corpse was gone. I looked to V.

“I said distract them, not introduce yourself to their weapons,” I managed, my tone mercifully even. “That cut deep?”

Vishous: *The angel made quick work of the remaining lessers and I have to say, the male was good with his hands. The adrenaline in my blood was so thick I didn’t feel the pain in my bicep…yet. I looked at my arm and holstered my daggers.* I’ll live angel. *A smirk on my puss as I went in my pocket to get out a smoke. I didn’t have time to react to what happened next. Fuck me this was sloppy. Noob move. I should of scanned better. My legs buckled and sent me flying face down kissing the concrete. I heard Lassiter saying something but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. My vision was blurry and getting dark. I tried to get up but my body was failing me.* Lassiter! *I screamed his name.*

Lassiter:

‘I’ll live’.

Famous last words.

The bullet ripped through the vampire like he was butter. For one impossible second my brain struggled to process it. The spray of blood. The whiplash of his body. The echoing crack that finally followed, the sound so much slower than the metal.

Then I was moving. Vishous hit the pavement and I was over him, my body a shield. Sliding my arms under his I dragged, hauling his leather coated rear out of the line of fire until we were tucked against the building.

“V! Vishous!”

I was snarling his name, but even if I’d screamed it he wasn’t about to pop those diamond eyes and flash me a smile. My fingers pressed against his throat, adrenaline hitting every nerve and frying my concentration until I felt that wonderful, incredible thing.

Tha-thump.

A pulse. He was out for the count but he wasn’t dead. But now I had two problems. Getting Vishous back to the med suite, and doing so without also getting my head blown off. Logic dictated I find the Lesser and rip him to pieces, but logic so often took a back seat for this sort of shit that now was no exception.

I ghosted, leaving the shelter of the building in my invisi state and flying down the street to the nearest car. If you think I cared that it had one window made of duct tape and barely four wheels, you’re dead fucking wrong. It was a stallion, a chariot, Willy Wonka’s magic elevator. It was the escape hatch and I broke into that bitch and started her like it was the Fast and the Furious and Vin Diesel was waiting for me to race.

Screaming back down the street, I jerked the car around and threw open the door. It offered some modicum of a shield, but already I could feel the hood of the car taking punishment. Dragging the male into the car, I didn’t wait for the door to shut properly before I stepped on the gas and lurched us forward. The windshield pinged, shards of glass scattering over me as bullets made almost perfect holes. A dodged lamp post, a mounted curb, and the car lurched onto a new street. The rain of gunfire ceased.

“Vishous!”

Glancing over at the male, I cursed and fumbled my phone out of my coat. A near flat battery. The time leered out at me from the screen. Just when I thought I’d lost a problem, I gained a new one. Dawn was barely twenty minutes off. Much as I liked to think this piece of crap stallion would make the manse in time, there was no way in hell.

I swung off the main road and changed direction, my brain racing ahead. There were parking garages and storage areas nearby that would provide the privacy and shade I’d need for the male for the day, but if I didn’t get to one fast enough, it wouldn’t matter. He was bleeding, and the amount of blood was upping my anxiety about a billion.

“Vishous! I need you to wake the fuck up and answer me!”

Vishous: *I was floating and Lassiter came to me with those huge white and silver tipped wings of his. I knew they were incredibly soft. I had touched them more than a few times. They felt like fucking clouds, being so strong as to lift the angel gracefully towards me. Everything was white so as shiny as Lassiter usually is he actually stood out from the background. He lifted me up in his arms. For some reason I couldn’t move a fucking muscle. I looked into his white eyes and for the first time in a while I felt comfort. The angel smiled at me and before I could ask a question he shook his head and I could hear him yelling for me to wake up. The sound was distant. Then it came closer, and closer until I closed my eyes and opened them again. Lassiter was driving and I tried to answer him in a raspy voice.* Miss me?

*~*~*~*~*~* End Part 1 *~*~*~*~*~*

#Complicated #BondedBrothersAU

[imagines-forthe-soul]

Can I request a scenario with dabi ?! When his s/o is quirkless and got in trouble with other villans? Not something extreme but more like a bank robbery and he literally panicked since he knew those villains who won't hesitate to kill at all.. so let's say dabi is doing a hero job unintentionally just for his girlfriend but ends up rescuing everyone and all heros got confused 😂 but at least they know even villains have heart

I hope you enjoy this, love! Sorry it took me so long to do, but I really hope you like the way this turned out!

Warnings: Violence, implied sexual themes(?), blood, spelling mistakes maybe, idk what else, DABI

Dabi:

Looking back at it, you should have known something was upwhen your entire week had gone so well. You had gone the week with nothing butgood luck and smiles, but now it had all turned to ashes when you decided to goto the scruffier parts of town to get some money your parents had sent down foryou. All the other banks that accepted your type of card had been filled to thebrim with people due to it being pay day, and most of the ATMs in your area hadbeen shut down, drawing people to the ones that were functioning, lines stretchinglong into the parking lots and streets. 

You hated going to this part of town, but you knew not manypeople would come out of their way to use the crummy bank down here, and forgood reason. On your long walk towards this bank, you had stubbed your toe onseveral rocks, almost twisted your ankle after stumbling into a pothole, andripped open a hole in the bottom of your shoe.

 When you were finally in thebank, the lines weren’t as long, which was good. Your timing perfect since youhad caught this bank before rush hour set in, but little did you know that iswhat a few shady looking people within the bank were hoping for. Having a bankrobbery right before rush hour when most of the police officers were mainlycruising about, getting ready for the inevitable rush of traffic to soon swarmaround them was a perfect idea. By the time the police were notified, theywould have to fight against the heavy traffic to come to this specific bank,the bank that was miles away from the city, the bank that you just had to cometo today and this time. 

That’s how you had found yourself in your current situation,lined up along the farthest wall within the bank, trembling in fear with manyof the civilians who had come to this bank at the oh so perfect time. Thugsdressed in dark clothes pointed their guns and readied their quirks at the lotof you, threatening to use them if anyone so much as moved. Civilian men, women,and children surrounded you in fear, looking onward at the villains before themas they threatened and harassed the bank tellers, shouting and demanding asmuch money they could fit in the stereotypical money bags they had brought withthem.  

This is not how you wanted to spend your free time today.Already having been exasperated by today’s previous events, you really weren’tin the mood to be held up. You were sure you could subdue at least one of thesethugs, having had some run-ins of your own with villains that looked much tougherthan these ones, but these guys were armed and there were too many people atrisk. You raked your mind together, trying to think of something you couldpossibly do to get yourself and everyone else out of this situation. You lookedaround the bank space, trying to locate some sort of weapon you could use orany object that could be used to cause a distraction, but nothing turned up. Witha light frustrated sigh, you patted around your person, hoping that you hadsomething on you that you could use. You dug around in your pockets, feeling anumber of different object brush against your fingertips.  

Before pulling any of them out, you looked over at the thugs,most of them occupying themselves with getting the money whilst the rest busiedthemselves with idle conversation, weapons and quirks pointed leisurely at youall lined up against the wall. You figured with all of them mostly distracted,you could silently pull the items out of your pockets for you to examine. What youhad on you was nothing special or exactly useful: lint, Chapstick, some gum, andyour phone. 

 Your phone!

 How could you have been so dumb! You bit your lip, trying tokeep down your excitement upon finding something useful to use, but yourexcitement soon died when you weren’t sure who you should be calling. There wasalways the obvious choice, the police, but you were sure that the sirens andflashing red and blue lights would alert the thugs and have them go on arampage. You couldn’t imagine how many people could possibly get hurt if somethinglike that were to happen. You grit your teeth, trying to think of a betteroption and before too long, it hit you. 

 Despite the other people around you silently shaking their headat your actions, frightened that you would alert one of the thugs and get anyof them hurt, you hastily typed at your phone, writing a message to the only personyou knew would be able to handle this situation without problem and still beable to get you and everyone else out unscathed. 

Ten minutes had passed since you made and sent that message,chewing on the inside of your cheek as you waited for your ‘savior’ to come. Thethugs had grown impatient with waiting for the tellers to fill the bags totheir desired amount and now had begun harassing the civilians around you,threatening their lives and jostling them about. Eventually, one of them hadpicked you, standing you up and holding a blade to your neck.

 “If you don’t start hustling, this pretty girl right here isgoing to end up a whole lot less pretty. You really want her death on yourmind?!!” Shouted your captor, holding you in an iron grip as he pressed theblade closer and closer to your neck. You winced at the stinging feeling of theblade cutting into your skin, the hairline slash being enough to bring tears toyour eyes already, blurring your vision. Your heart clamored against yourribcage, your breathing staggering as all you could do was just stay still asif to not let the blade do anymore damage it has already done. 

 For a while, no body moved, looking towards you and yourcaptor in fear and worry, breaths stilled, bodies immobile. It was only when thesound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke filled the air did peoplestart moving, trying protect themselves from the glass shards and the heat ofthe blue flames that entered the bank. Flames that you recognized and more werethan happy to see.  

“You should put that knife down before you end up hurtingyourself and your buddies,” the raspy voice coming from the smoke said, soonstepping forward and showing who it belonged to; Dabi, your boyfriend. A smallsmile formed on your face as you saw him, your eyes meeting his for a moment,but the moment was ruined as the thug hold you wrenched your neck back,pressing the knife harder against your throat, this time drawing blood.  

Big mistake. 

 If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was thatDabi didn’t like other people touching what was his. Being his girlfriend meantbeing a part of his property, and he’d be damned if he let anyone or thing messwith what was his. 

 Before the thug could even utter out a threat, Dabi hadalready advanced towards him, blue flame shooting form his hand, directed rightat the man holding you. As he got closer, Dabi pulled you free from the man’sgrip, holding you to his chest protectively, watching as the man flailed andburned, his screams bringing a smile to his face as you watched in horror.  

Your gaze shifted from the burning thug to the civilians andremaining around you, watching as they too looked frightened. A few of thethugs were horrified into salience, their knees visibly shaking. The resthowever, weren’t as foolish as to just stand around watching and instead tookaction, charging towards you and Dabi.  

Yet another mistake.  

With a simple wave of his hand, Dabi had ignited blue flamesaround them men, trapping them in a circle of blue hellish flame that slowlycreeped closer to them. All the while, you clung to Dabi’s side, standingbehind him as to not fall victim to the heat of his quirk.

 Once he was done, he sneered at the thugs, giving a dry laughbefore turning towards you, placing a deft finger on your neck to wipe away thethin line of blood that was trailing down your jugular. “Come on, we’re leaving.You owe me for this shit.” He said, wiping the blood on his shirt beforegrabbing you by the arm, ready to haul you out of the bank.  

You let him drag you along for a few beats, momentarilystunned by the events that had just played out, but soon you are knocked backto your sense, pushing Dabi’s hand away from you. He looked back at you, eyebrowquirked in question. You exhaled, soon taking in a deep breath before youpointed behind you at the scared and struggling civilians trying to make theirway out but were constantly blocked by Dabi’s flames.  

He followed your finger, looking between you and them andthe exit to the building. He had a strong urge to just leave you and thembehind, rather leaving and letting you help them, but he knew that if he didthat, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from you.

 With a deep sigh and one last look to you, he raised hishands towards the flames blocking the path of the civilians, clenching it intoa fist and letting the fire surrounding them die out, stepping aside as theyall rushed out of the building, leaving you and Dabi behind to follow them out. 

“You really are a pain. First you text me some shit about arobbery whilst I’m relaxing and then you make me save some shit civies. You oweme big time.” He says to you as the both of you begin to walk out. You rollyour eyes at his words, holing onto his arm.

 “You would rather have me call upsome other hero or the police and end up dying because these thugs got butthurt about it? When you save me, you’re still saving a civi. This time you didthat helped out a few more. I’m proud of you.” You tell him, hugging onto hisarm.  Dabi is unmoved by your words however, his eyes and mind elsewhere,more specifically, on a few bags of money the thugs had the tellers collectingfor them. He removed himself from your grip, walking over to them nonchalantly andslinging them over his shoulder, soon walking back to you. 

“Dabi!” you shout, frowning at him, “You can’t take those!” 

 “Would you shut it, woman. You need money to get that cutchecked out. And like I said, you owe me. This is the first part of yourrepayment.” He said, standing in front of you, expression black but you couldsee it in his eyes that he wasn’t planning on leaving this money behind.  

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine…keepthe money. I’m not using it though. I can pay with my own money.” You told him,puffing your cheeks out in defiance. The two of you then began walking out ofthe bank, keeping to the outline of the crowd that had formed as to not beenseen by the police that that finally arrived.  

You were happy to be safe and out of that situation now,hugging your boyfriend’s arm as he lugged the bags of money over his shoulder. Asoft smile made its way onto your face, looking up at him with admiration. “Imeant what I said about being proud of you…You really did a good job today.” Youpressed a kiss to his arm as he grumbled, though didn’t push you away.  

“Shut up about it. Shut up about all of it. I don’t need anymore people knowing about it than there already are. I just want to go home andget the rest of what I’m owed.” He said, though a puzzled look overtook yoursmile at his words.  

“What else do I even owe you? You have your money.” It was Dabi’s turn to smile, laughing darkly before hespoke.

 “You owe me a blow job and a night of raw fucking.” A blush made its way onto you face and you gasped up at him,eyes wide. 

 “What’s wrong with you! You’re such a pervert!”

[pocketdisaster]

8/28/21 well shit lol

So here I am again - with no where to vent, without anyone to talk to. I still find myself asking what am i doing.

Current situation: 1) I have a girl who i am seeing, who is great by many standards, we connect and want many of the same things. She can definitely be someone I spend time with - i cant say my life because honestly, i really cant see that. I really cant see that with anyone anymore. 2) And now i have a friend who i’ve had feelings for many years and wanted to date but she didnt want to, who now wants to fool around. and we have. no actual sex though because she doesnt want to “get attached.”

There is this thing i tell myself over and over again, something to try and accept the world for what it is and to not be upset or disappointed with what happens. And what that is, “expect nothing in life” 

I feel i heard once thats why people are so butt hurt and sad and upset- peoples expectations fall much shorter of what actual is.

Once i heard that, i guess i just subconsciously or intentionally, have tried to never expect or hold people to their word. I think after certain point in my life, i gave up on everyone. 

I think this is why i really feel alone. Truly alone. 

Why. Why put stock into people that will just disappoint. I dont think ive had any person outside my direct family disappoint or just let me down =/ 

It really is a weird ass feeling trying to pretend all the time. A functional adult.

Anyways, long story short, #2 is someone i want to be with but i know she doesn’t want to be with me - so why do I want to try and pursue it? b/c shes hot? its sad to acknowledge how shallow and empty i am. 

Do i even deserve to be happy? I come across this question all the time. maybe i do? but i think i dont. I think i deserve a world full of pain and suffering, i dont think i should be happy. its one of those feelings that itch at the back of your head and the end of every happy thought.

“Man this is great...why is this happening tome?”

“I’m actually happy with her...she deserve to be happy with someone worthy of her”

#1, Haley, asked me a question the other evening - how do i see myself. I told her “I am a lonely man trying to have as much fun and happiness before I die”

And ive been trying to think of the why i feel so lonely. and i think the above is the root of it. I pre-emptively write people off, keeping people at a distance, just far enough away.

But somehow #2 because she’s been in my life so fucking long has bypassed that wall. but even i know that isnt true. I want to say thats true, because itll make me feel better and that im a person. But really, idk.

I want to cry but what for? a girl i love that just wants to fool around because “its better than a stranger” In a vacuum, i could totally love her but in real life, i dont think it would ever be possible. And i feel the constant struggle//tug of war of what i know and what i want to be. 

I dont really feel better after writing this all out. usually i do but, i really, i know im just pretending to be alright with where my life is atm and honestly, i am not. 

Times like this are when i want to run away the most, from my problems and just never have to deal with them again but again life isnt that easy. AT least mine isnt, i really do just seem to constantly pushing this rock up a hill to no end.

The missing piece i’ve been looking for is just the piece that says i deserve to be happy. maybe itll be better and easier once i can find and accept that piece.

Though, i dont think i actually believe that, which is the saddest part of all

[nadineselfships-archived]

OTP questions: 6, 14, 17, & 23! (selfshipshiba)

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Hmmmm, probably Papy. I don’t take as many photos as I would like because i’m just lazy but Papy is crazy with taking photos, he loves to have things to look back on! (He is so cute okay he made a freaking scrapbook with photos and lil’ love notes and ish of our first year of dating and I literally cried, he is the sweetest man alive and I love him so much-) So sometimes, he’ll take pictures of me sleeping, there a lot where my hair is splayed across the pillow, the sun shining in and illuminating the picture nicely and a peaceful expression on my face. Others I am in a not so graceful position with my mouth hanging open. (apparently he thinks it’s ‘cute’, I would disagree.) It’s also hard for me to take pictures of him while he sleeps because he always wakes up before me but!! Sometimes, if it’s a Saturday he might sleep in a lil’ and give me a chance to take a picture of me nuzzling into my side. (Aslksfhlhjskf although most of the time I get side tracked cooing about how cute he is and forget to take a picture,,,)

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs th others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers through belt loops?

We both do!! We love holding each others hand so we both have an even amount of grabbing the others hand!! (Papys hands are bigger than mine and I love grabbing one of his hands with both of mine and resting my head on his arm!!) Papy doesn’t have much of a butt for me to grab, (Doesn’t mean I don’t try huehue-) and surprisingly he likes to grab my butt. A lot. It was a bit of a shock the first time we were hugging and his hands wandered down and groped my butt, it was a reminder that my baby isn’t as innocent a bean that everyone always liked to make him out to be. Papy!!! Papy loves to have his arm around my waist when we’re out, or even when we’re at home; he just loves holding me by his side. (We’re like that one inseparable couple that loves to be constantly touching the other) I have my days where I like to wrap my arm around his waist tho! My arm drapes around his pelvis and my hand slips into his pocket, I am a wee bit on the possessive side so it’s a way for me to show he’s mine and also just to be able to hold him. Papy is the on to put his fingers through belt loops, it’s just a thing he does? It’s just another way he likes to hold me.

17) Who is more protective?

I will always argue that I am more protective, (this is one of the only things we argue about and even then it’s not proper arguing, there’s a lot of pouting and whining and playful stomping of feet.) I can be very aggressive towards anything I see as a threat and even more so when it’s something threatening Papy. I am willing to fight Satan for those I love and if I even had a small indication that Papy was going to get hurt then I am going to go full rage/protective mode. (This includes me growling, snarling, standing in front of him and pressing my back against his chest and glaring holes into everyone in my line of sight.) But Papy can be very protective himself, although he can be much scarier then me when he’s being protective. (You know the people that just smile and act so very calm when they are pissed off and ready to kill you? Papy is that kind of person and it’s kinda- it’s kinda hot okay i’m not gonna lie-) But he’s more likely to pick me up and carry me away from whatever he feels is threatening me rather than get aggressive and fight the threat.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

*Coughs* That would be me. I have very low self-worth and what not so i’m constantly thinking I don’t deserve Papyrus’ love; he’s an angel that literally everyone loves and I am an average human with nothing special about me really. I also know I can be difficult because of past trauma I have trouble trusting people and fully giving myself to them, so I know I can hurt people I love and I don’t think Papyrus deserves that. (This has actually caused one of our only serious fights which I might tell you about if anyone’s interested.)  I am definitely more afraid of losing Papy, of course I know Papy has his insecurities and worries I might leave him because he’s a skeleton and he doesn’t think he can give me all that another human could,(He is wrong, he gives me all I need and more and I tell him this constantly.) but I have semi-abandonment issues and top that with my low self-worth it turns into me worrying he’s gonna realise I am not worth it and he’s going to find someone so much better than me and leave.

(He tells me he never would and the logical part of my brain believes him while the other part tells me he’s lying like everyone else.)I always think i’m messing up everything, every second of everyday; so I constantly think i’m messing everything up with Papy but he always takes my face in his hands softly and reminds me that everything is fine and that he couldn’t be happier. (he tells me not to worry so much because he loves me and he would tell me right away if I did anything to hurt his feelings but I still feel like there are times where he might be holding back to spare my feelings and it k I l l s me-)

Thank you for asking hun!!!