#but answers these in the middle of the night bc im still obsessed with my own au

[inkyvendingmachine]

Excuse me and my ignorance to y’all’s lovely creativity but I’m a big old dummy who is bad at connecting dots and seeing things without it being spelled out to me but what on earth did I just witness? (this is referring to the flower shop au) by the way I’m in so much love with those designs Joey and his whole vibe has my heart

Just puts this other "ask" here as an answer since I didn't really have any response to it as it answered itself.

ANYWAYS, Y E A H so hanahaki. This entire AU is centered around the concept; I forget exactly how it all came together, I'm sure it started as regular hanahaki discussions somewhere, but eventually I came to the idea of "what if there was a flowershop where Joey Drew manipulated people's feelings for each other in order to make hanahaki flowers to sell." and then spiraled from there.

There's a lot of different versions of Hanahaki out there, but I'll just sum up the half homemade version I'm using for this world:

People will gain hanahaki illness when they have a crush they feel is unrequited. It is a universal thing that's kinda at the like, cancer level of research: there's some ideas of how it happens, there's some ideas of how to fix it, but nothing has ever become 100% reliable or assured, and in general there's a lot of back and forth on what should be done.

Left untreated, over time the flowers will clog up airways, thorns will scratch up internal organs, and over time a person will slowly die to the illness as one way or another it takes their last breath.

Some insist that the best thing to do is just confess, find out and move on. But as much as this can lead to relationships working out and curing the illness, it can also lead to death if the person can't move on from a rejection.

There's some surgeries people can get to "fully remove the core of the blossoms", but they haven't proven to be 100% effective, they're very expensive, and tend to come at terrible costs, such as losing voice, having breathing issues, or other medical concerns from an extremely invasive surgery. And a lot of people think that the main reason they're effective is because the person is so distracted from the recovery that they don't care about their crush anymore, not that the surgery actually did anything.

So most people who catch the illness end up coughing up petals while thorns rack their insides until either they're able to come to terms with the truth, fall out of love again, or actually end up within a relationship.

Note, normally there's only petals. Thorns and vines usually don't escape either, they simply reek havoc within. Joey has learned how to coax out whole flowers and prune back the plant, which is why nobody is the wiser that these special flowers are hanahaki flowers; despite the world knowing about the disease, it’s never been known to produce actual full flowers.

[worldwright]

good evening ! im super early today bc im dying lmao

man, it was so fucking hard to fall asleep after my war against that fucking stinkbug, and someone i wont name fucking deserted and left her leader to fight this great and horrifying enemy

anyway, i checked which fucking painkiller i can take, and the only one i can is paracetamol but this fucker does nothing to my headaches, so im switching entirely to water from tea bc it works better than a fucking painkiller

i slept bad (what a surprise), my father woke me up bc he couldnt find me (man, the only day he wants to know where the fuck i am is the only where i dont wnat him to find him), a headache is there and my nap didnt help ;-; but at least i finished my second watch of glass onion (started last week) and watched the episode of dunmesh and now i can say w/o any doubt that chilchuck is my fav -he was from the very beginning but ude, now im sure)

ill be able to finally sleep in my bed tonight yay

and here a picture the coward from this morning (or icecream, or latte, or whatever you like to compare her to. my friends call her "table basse" [coffee table] or "chieng en format familial" [familiy-sized doggo]. youre too kind with your nicknames for her lol)

have a wonderful morning with your partner my friend !

o how decadent is her lounging !! would that we could all feel the same peace 😌❤️

(no that is not proper English grammar don't copy me 😭😭)

hehe tiny emojis 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🍃🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

immmmmm so excited to hang out with people I felt like I was withering lmfao

I think I'm gonna go up to see all my friends next weekend, since all of them are once again living in their dream life shared apartment with the besties ughhhh I can't wait to live there

the new office manager at my job is so cool :3 he's incredibly gay lmfao

I've officially caught up on apothecary diaries. ugh what do I do with my life now

obviously the answer is wait impatiently for every new episode and write analysis posts in the meantime

mmm I wanna reread witch hat atelier...... next week downtime obsession found 👍👍

egg salad last night was all right! I accidentally added too much mayonnaise and then had to overcorrect from there, so it ended up not having as much egg per volume as it should have. but still tasty and nutritious :3

speaking of food you're SO valid about Chilchuck. he's just ❤️❤️❤️ This Is A Divorced Father Of Three With Extreme Communication Issues ❤️❤️❤️ who looks like a middle schooler 🥰🥰🥰

also chatted with a friend about our fic ideas, which was really fun. the problem is that I have a really fleshed-out AU, but I don't know what actual plot to put in the AU. lol. ahhhhhhh

girlfriend weekend!!!!! girlfriend weekend!!!!!!!!

hope your headache goes away in time for you to get good sleep tonight!!

[andizoidart]

siddles in here. @ ur tags i am first and foremost ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED to learn u are okay w those kinds of things (IN FICTION), im going absolutely feral. i didn't wanna send an ask before i knew u were okay with anything bc let's face it ppl on the internet are MEAN but i'm absolutely thrilled by ur response and going whhehehegegfegg *little gremlin noises.* i already love ur boy so much AND also has anyone told u i literally love ur art. AND ur a traditional artist HUGE props for that i could never.

p.s. pls tell me everything abt ur boy i want to know it all

BITES YOU AND EATS YOU IN THE MOST POSITIVE WAY-

I will answer this in order fhdhsjsk:

Yes! I am very much okay with viewing and perceiving what people ship! I find it fascinating in all honesty and try to understand the different sides of it (but underage stuff is a big no no in my house guys, gals and nonbinary pals).

I *absolutely* understand this point. People on the internet are absolutely awful and cruel sometimes, but I think if we can all learn to be respectful, that would be so neat and the opposite of toxic!

Thank you so so much!! It literally means the world to me when anyone compliments my characters, especially ones I’ve worked hard on thinking out and designing fhshjskd. Don’t you worry, I’ve got big plans in progress for this little boy-

Aaaa thank you!! I always feel like I’m at a bit of a disadvantage in the art world being a fully traditional artist QwQ,, Like, it’s not that I haven’t tried to do digital art, it’s that I don’t have the equipment, finances, or ability that I would need to do it- I love that everyone has their own unique style, though, it’s so fun to see!!

As for a little bit more on mister middle child nonsense, I’ll list some silly trivia about him and his brothers! Who knows what may be relevant ;]

Somnus’ Nightmare has collected little porcelain figurines since they were children, and has always had an affinity for horticulture.

Somnus was (and still is) obsessed with bugs, biology, zoology, and anatomy. He would absolutely freak Dream and Nightmare out by trying to show them the “super cool spider I just found”.

Somnus doesn’t have good magic control or stats. He sometimes wishes he didn’t have it at all, rather than being weak. Because of this, he took up a lot of material arts, such as medicinal practices and potion making.

Somnus is a *serious* insomniac. Like, the hardly sleeps insomnia with night terrors and daydreams attached (realizing the irony in that).

Somnus only started becoming interested in science because he was looking for a way to create and sustain artificial magic. His hope was that by using natural elements, he could find a way to enhance his magic. Heeee has yet to find that solution.

Somnus’ Dream was a very oblivious child. Not in the “dumb blonde” stereotype way, but in the way that if he wasn’t told something, it didn’t happen in his mind. He was, however, very observant.

Each of the brother’s gained something from their mother tree: Dream’s cape from the banner sigil, Nightmare’s powers from the blackened apple, and Somnus’ talisman carved from the wood of a branch that fell in a storm.

I can go on and on and on, I just love talking about my AUs and my boys-

[lynsburner]

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE DID YOU SEE THE VID OF ANDY SINGING UNKNOWN ON STAGE????

https://twitter.com/hozier/status/1666156710816251927?s=46&t=LSoyIXqT91OLGNpISabobw

“you know the distance never made a difference to me” THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS YOUR FIC 😭 this song is sooooo andy/lovely core im obsessed!! i can’t wait for it to come out, A) bc it sounds amazing already, and B) bc im so excited to hear your thoughts on it!!!

Oh... bestie... you might not like my answer for this one because I am absolutely begging him to put this one bACK IN THE VAULT (or whatever it is. Sorry I have too much Taylor on my mind after going to the eras tour twice now. And for the last time, I swear.)

Is it a bad song? Absolutely fucking not. It's gorgeous. But it hits a little too close to home for me.

So... I am about to tell a silly story. Picture this. It is late September. I am SEATED to see Carly Rae Jepsen at Radio City. I check twitter (yes I am on the hoz side of twitter. Not under this name, though lol). People are freaking out about a tik tok he made. I had only seen a small clip posted of him jamming on a guitar so I think nothing of it.

The curtain goes up. Carly comes on. I am having the most fun two hours of my life because how can't you when you get to hear the best opening number for an album ever made, sax and all? She ends with Cut to the Feeling, one of the most joyous songs ever made! I am on a happiness high! Nothing can ruin my night!

And then I am sitting at the bus stop and I check tik tok and realize it was a full song! A full song about a long-distance relationship! And I start SOBBING!!!! Because guess what? That song is SAD!

So I go from absolutely forgetting every bad thing that had ever happened to me to full-on crying about a failed relationship I was still not over!!! In the middle of 5th Avenue, no less!!!!

Idk if you've heard the full thing, but it is DEPRESSING! It's basically the opposite of Francesca (or the "I'd do it all over again" motif) ! He literally sings "And there are some people, love, who are better unknown" like??? Imagine thinking you're better off never someone than knowing them at all! (which, I know is my interpretation, and I can very much be wrong but that's what it's giving to me!) I can imagine! I was still in that mindset! Especially since this one was about a long-distance relationship! It hit me too fucking hard!!! I have literally ignored every live performance I've come across of it on social media since because it makes me absolutely sob!!! I wish I was joking!

Anyway, a hilarious bookend to this: the day he announced in that Instagram Q&A the date Unknown was officially being released? Guess who I was seeing in concert that night? That's right! Carly Rae FUCKING Jepsen!!!!! *Insert the "If I had a nickel" meme here*

But yeah, he got the real long-distance thing down to a fucking t, especially with the second verse, "Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in thе mind of me" because yeah, you can forgive a lot of shit when the person isn't physically in front of you! Also, "Where a blinding light shonе on you every night Either side of my sleep" to me is just a fancy little way of saying face time/late night calls lol. (Again, I could be wrong, but still!)

But (I am sorry for repeating "But"... BUT!) he also confirmed it's from circle 9, which is treachery! Which... well I am not defining a successful relationship as treachery, I'm sorry! Judas is in that circle! And I did too many years in Catholic school to know what that guy fucking did!

Anyway, unlike me and my ex (and whoever the fuck Hoz is singing about, may they have their peace and never have to hear this one randomly in a store or some shit), Andrew and Lovely are definitely on better terms in my mind and are absolutely thriving <3 As I said before, love those crazy kids! They're in their own universe probably looking at rings as we speak! Or face-timing since he's out on the road! Good for them!

This is also not an insult to long-distance relationships in general. I loved that shit. It was wonderful! The guy, though? He sucks! And I am still doing some reflecting on that (which I am sure will continue once I force myself to listen to Unknown in a non tik tok way!)

Lovely Anon, I know this is not the answer you expected, but hopefully, it makes you chuckle! Or at least gets you to listen to the greatest album ever made: Emotion, by Carly Rae Jepsen!

PS: thank you for that other ask because I have been putting "no plan" back into my rotation of songs and oh boy I forgot how fucking good it was!!!!!

PPS: I hope this didn't come off as too, "Uhm, actually!" because that was not my intent! The opening, out of context, is absolutely Lovely and Andrew coded! But the rest? Oh, she has words for him!!!!!

[lynxgirlpaws]

Hey er. Avie Rant time. I. Just . sorry preemptively lol

I am . having a rather hard night. Which I feel isn't even fair to say based on the circumstances but like. Whatever. So, Im chilling right? Chit Catting with people, maybe helping someone way out of my league cum, normal me behavior for the middle of the day. Anyways, my dad comes home. He. Is apparently not in a good mood, which I will discover later. First, he basically bursts into my room and demands I keep the door open bc apparently he dislikes the smell. Also I need to clean right now. Also I need to get out of bed, I don't deserve to lay in bed since I don't really work. I. Haven't put it together yet, but sure I do it whatever - I leave the door open a crack. Whatevs. Then he inquires about the food his girlfriend gave me. Which.. Was half things that I struggle to eat, but besides the point. He presses about "was that dinner?" You know. If you're here you know his obsession with me losing weight. Anyways I tell him "you said she'd bring me a snack at some point, this is what she brought. It was two hours before you allow me to eat dinner, so I assumed it wasn't" or whatever. Good enough answer for him, whatever. Sorry for all the filler, mostly dealing with him is these little things he does to remind you everything ought be how he want it, such as reminding me that I shouldn't expect dinner (although he informed me I could make a chicken patty or smth if I got hungry which, yippeee)

Anyways, a few minutes pass and. He starts his bullshit. He demands I shower now. And I only shower in the morning from now on. See, I shower at night because I like to see myself with hair I don't hate and feel clean as I sleep. However when I told him I prefer night showers, he got pissed. Angry, about why every time he asks something I have to "buck against" him . I, stupidly, ask some shit about why he doesn't let me make decisions to make me happy. He... Goes on a yelling rant about how the way I know to do things is wrong, I don't have a job or classes so I don't deserve to lay down, goes on about how there are 'rules' aka whatever he tells you... And informed me of his unwillingness to pay for college or anything unless I show initiative (fair, although he told me there was money in his mother's account or whatever that can only be used for college) and talked about how he'll kick anyone who breaks his rules out (using his girlfriend as an example)

I... I dunno. Something kinda went fucky wucky in my head and I. Maybe cut for the first time in a few months. I just. Really? All this shit because I asked if I could shower at night instead of the morning? Anyways I. I dunno, I've been . doing less than good pretty much consistently for. A long while, but not enough to really justify complaining to y'all about it . I usually just kinda brush it off but. I dunno. It was bad...der tonight. Best part is that when I get out of the shower, he tells me to come up to the door... And open it. No like, gn or whatever no happy thanksgiving, he just tells me to open the door (because he doesn't like that my room doesn't ventilate much... Despite the open window) and leaves before I can even see his face.

I. Grow weary.

tl;dr - despite no thanksgiving dinner/gathering, my family still fucked me up today lol

[berryunho]

omg i know how u feel i don't think i'll be graduating in 4 bc i have to do co-op terms so it delays my grad by a year or smth?? we'll see how things go

wow that's so cool!! the dedication is immaculate i would always give up after a month or so. do you know any other languages aside from eng and korean?

ooo i'm kinda the opposite like nothing really interests me outside of courses in my major or other science courses. i've gotta do some arts credits and scrolling thru them is like... okay this sounds interesting then i read the syllabus and its like readings and essays and discussion groups then im like NOPE LOL BYE

that's so funny cause i saw someone sleeping in a corner of the stairs. ppl will sleep anywhere and i don't blame them. could you imagine falling asleep near the river ugh bless

omg yes like with chem i always end up working backwards from the answer (wink wonk) to see what i did wrong and usually it's a lot 😭

it wasn't too bad! it was kinda cold but not windy so i was okay. i still brought a jacket with me cause it was windy af during the day and i thought it'd be the same at night but nope there goes my money for coat check 😭

ohh!! that sounds fun, did you manage to find anything? red hair is so nice. everyone i've seen so far with red hair pulls it off so well and i'm lowkey convinced it's a colour that works on everyone....

thank you!! i did have lots of fun : D i might've died on the bus ride back... but we don't talk abt it..........

-mightychondria

yeahhh i have to get a masters degree for the profession im aiming for so... if everything goes to plan that's six years of university and i do NOT want it to be more 😭😭 hopefully your graduation doesn't get delayed too much ??

:LKFJDKFSJD:LFKJ oh boy languages and me... lowkey obsessed w learning them SO one set of my grandparents were german and didnt speak english so i know very basic german (my dad didnt think it was important to teach me. crying screaming throwing up.) and i got to be pretty okay at finnish at one point but i've forgotten ALL of it lol and i took 2 years of latin in highschool which was very fun but again i forgot most of it KLFJSFDLJK AND FINALLY i took a couple years of american sign language in middle school but i literally remember the alphabet and basic kindness' :'] ive also attempted swedish, norwegian, spanish, and french with ... immediate failure ! hehe

i get what you mean 😭for me its not that i dislike my stem courses but i actually love reading and writing essays and stuff and i just wish i could do more of that 😭 but the majority of my stem friends definitely would agree w you LOL

ugh for real it would be so nice to sleep outside in the sun i feel like ... living out that cat/dog life ... but id be too scared of being kidnapped LKJJFSKFJKS

that is definitely the way to do chem 😭 just gotta learn from your mistakes until there are none ! i had an exam last friday and ... i should be getting that grade tonight or tomorrow so im very anxiously waiting to see how i did ...

nooooo not the coat check money... i cannot even imagine how much clubs make in the winter just from coat check like 😭 some nights at one of my local clubs its literally more expensive to check your coat than to get in 😭

sadly i still havent figured out who/what to be... i think im gonna wait to dye my hair though so that it lasts longer ... so i really dk LOL im lazy tbh so i normally go for something i can just wear my normal clothes for... and since i just finished breaking bad im thinking maybe jane ??? i dress like her irl (though less 2008) and id just need a wig LKJFS:LDJKF BUT IDK !!! do you have any costumes in mind? or any plans?

hehe im glad you had fun but ... 👀 ... how ominous ... hehe i hope your week starts off nicely !! :]

[druigswhores]

gold rush | 2

FRUSTRATING, INTOXICATING, COMPLICATED.

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: in which druig found himself falling for the gentle soul who was also known as the goddess of human love and flowers.

warnings: this series will include major spoilers for eternals, descriptions of injuries and violence, and mentions of blood.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the way I’m obsessed with him it’s crazy… anyways second chapter yay! lmk what you guys think and what else you’d want to see in the fic! i know I’m posting daily right now but that’s because im currently sick and not going to work or school :(

masterlist - series masterlist

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“Call me when you land, I still think you should’ve taken my private jet.” Kingo laughed, arms wrapped around the shorter Eternal, a laugh escaped her as she hugged him back.

“I gotta ask, how did you manage to get your hands on Asgardian liquor?” She questioned, feeling the beginning of a hangover from the fun they had the night before, Kingo shrugged in response.

“Thor’s a good friend of mine.” He stated, nervously looking away when she continued to stare at him, waiting for the real answer.

“Ugh fine.” He gave up hiding the truth. “I won an auction on eBay.” He confessed, causing her smile to widen even more. A voice was heard over the intercom announcing that a flight will begin to board soon, she recognised the flight number as the one printed on her ticket and therefore bid farewell to her friend before making her way to the queue for the aeroplane.

Although she enjoyed spending time with Kingo and watching him prepare for his new movie, she couldn’t wait to get back home away from the overcrowded streets, to get back to the place that made her feel the most herself she’s ever been. Her phone began to ring, distracting her from her train of thoughts. She glanced at her phone to read the incoming caller ID.

“Did you check the photo I sent to the message thread?” Sersi questioned on the phone while making her way through Trafalgar Square in London. “Hello to you too.” She responded, laughing as she glanced around the airport while waiting to board.

“The main chat or the one without Ikaris?”

She heard Sersi sigh in response. “The one with.” She answered.

Unlocking her phone to read the messages, she noticed two pictures that were sent by Sersi. Both photographs of a billboard which displayed a single gold dagger with a cerulean blue handle as well as a crown with flowers created out of gold wrapped around it, both were objects discovered to be from thousands of years ago from what was once called Mesopotamia, in 5000 BC to be exact.

And also created by two eternals.

Scrolling through the chat she read all the responses from the fellow Eternal’s and the lack thereof, Phastos reminisced of the past while Kingo responded with how he despised his hairstyle during that time, she noticed how Druig didn’t bother to respond to the messages itself. Preferring to like the photograph of the flower crown instead.

She let out a chuckle once done reading the responses, before getting interrupted by the boarding agent to give them her ticket she said goodbye to Sersi, promising to call her back once she lands.

“Oh shit, I’m late for work.” Sersi responded before ending the call, allowing the other Eternal to finally board the plane home. Hours later she found herself in a taxi, directing the driver to the designated location only to get an odd look from him.

“That’s in the middle of a forest?” He questioned, staring at the Eternal through the rear view mirror, she hummed in response too distracted to be invested in the conversation, overhearing the driver whisper something incoherently. Over an hour had passed since the two last spoke, the driver opting out of small talk due to the weird nature of the woman as she continued to stare out the window admiring the nature surrounding them while they drove further into the forest.

The car suddenly halted as the man immediately hit the brakes. “What the hell?” He questioned, getting out of the car to see a broad tree that was on its side, blocking the dirt road. Branches were scattered around the trunk of the tree, the roots were pulled out almost as if something pulled the tree out of the ground and onto the road, which was physically incapable.

Unless you were something not of this Earth.

She got out of the car seconds later, contemplating whether she could put the tree back in its original spot and continue her journey home but that risked letting the strange man know about her ‘special abilities’.

A loud rustling from the depth of the forest distracted her train of thoughts causing her to squint, attempting to look into the forest but failing due to nightfall. It was almost impossible to see anything.

The rustling was heard again but this time much closer, as if it was approaching the two of them.

“Hey lady! Get back in the car.” The driver ordered, wanting nothing more but to drive away and get to safety. She flicked her hand and within a second bioluminescent flowers surrounded the duo, allowing a small glow to expose what was approaching.

Crawling on all fours, wings raised up with its jaw wide open, teeth sharpened, she recognised the unmistakable Deviants she previously believed were to be wiped out over 5000 years ago. A piercing roar cut through the air causing the man to jump in fear, rushing inside of his car, headlights turning on as he presses the horn of the car grabbing the attention of the deviant.

The deviant cocked it’s head to the side as it stared at the human before turning towards the Eternal, charging towards her. She gasped as she ran in front of the car, a golden aura surrounding her almost immediately as the fallen tree was thrown at the deviant as if it was made of styrofoam.

The deviant dodged the trunk, it’s anger bubbling as it once again charged for her, wanting nothing more but to kill her.

“Go get out of here!” She shouted at the driver who did so with no hesitation, leaving her to fight the creature alone. Her eyes were now glowing as vines began to wrap itself around the deviant's wings pulling them down onto the ground, within seconds the deviant caught loose of its grip and aimed for the Eternal once again, not blinking an eye towards the car that sped away.

It felt like minutes had passed as she continued to fight, attempting to protect herself from the deviant but wanting nothing more than to be in her bed at home.

She glanced back at the direction the car drove off towards, wondering why the deviant didn’t acknowledge the human, focusing all its energy towards the eternal instead. Her head was slammed against the dirt road, powder of dust enveloping the air as the Deviant pinned her down with its claws digging into her torso. A throbbing sensation was felt at the back of her skull and she swore she could feel bleeding, she looked up at the Deviant in fear as it’s jaw opened, teeth barred and ready to pull her apart limb from limb. The eternal panicked as she allowed her eyes to glow once more, fingers twitching as a large tree was ripped out of the earth and shoved its way through the skull of the deviant, blood splattering over her, combining with her own.

She slid from under the creature, breath heavy as she stood up, touching the back of her head wincing as she felt a fresh wound oozing out blood. Attempting to pick up her bags that the driver tossed out onto the road before speeding off, she began to tread towards the village, the corpse of the Deviant wrapped around thick vines that dragged the body alongside her as she limped her way home, battered and bruised.

By the time she got a view of the village it must’ve been past three am, hours had passed since she separated from the driver and killed the deviant, the lights were all out except for the simmering fire that sat in the middle of the village. She paused, dropping her luggage for a couple minutes to gather her breath, one more break before she’d be at home in her comfortable bed, surrounded by her favourite people.

She assumed everyone was asleep due to the quietness of the place, she could hear the alpacas begin to lay down on the ground to get comfortable, as she neared the village she noticed a man sitting on the steps, head in his hands, he looked as if he’s been sitting there for hours, waiting. As soon as he heard her steps he looked up.

“And where the hell have you been, you were s’posed to be here hours ago-“ Druig’s sentence was cut short.

The frustration that was once on his face was wiped away as he took in the sight of her, the dried blood on her clothes, bruised and beaten down as she limped her way towards him, her eyes were still glowing as she used her abilities to drag the deviant's corpse with vines that acted as rope.

As soon as her eyes met his, she dropped everything, body staggering as she made her way towards him, he met her halfway, holding up her body as she fell into his arms. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep but she knew she couldn’t in case she had a concussion.

“Shit, What the hell happened?” He demanded, gently bringing her to the steps of the chapel to sit her down, his eyes scanned her body to determine where all her injuries were at. His hands went to her face, moving her hair away from her face to examine the injuries on her, only to feel the clumps of blood on her scalp. He immediately got up, calling out for a medic.

“Don’t- it’s really late they’re all asleep now.” She sighed, hands rubbing her forehead to numb the headache.

“And I don’t give a shit.” He responded, swatting her hand away from her head as she touched her wound that began to open up again. Druig’s eyes began to glow a similar shade of golden, within a couple seconds the village medic came rushing out of his home, still in his pyjamas as he carried his things with him, his eyes were parallel to Druig’s glowing eyes. All she wanted to do was chastise him for using his powers but she felt herself becoming weaker, held up by Druig’s arm as the medic put all his attention on her injuries.

“What the hell happened to you?” He questioned, voice soft as he watched the medic stitch her wounds, her eyes began fluttering shut, struggling to keep herself conscious as the effects of the fight began to become more prominent. She hummed in response as she fought to keep her eyes open, feeling Druig’s fingers gently trace over the stitched wounds from when the deviant dug its claws into her.

“So?” He asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill whatever did this to her.

“It’s complicated, Druig.” She managed to breathe out, visibly wincing as the medic dabbed one of her wounds with disinfectant. Druig scoffed in return.

“Complicated?” He echoed in disbelief.

“The deviants are back.” She finally confessed, attempting to wrap her head around what she couldn’t believe truly happened. She remembered when the Eternals had finally killed them all, they celebrated with one another before going their separate ways due to Thena’s sickness.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, we killed them all... Right?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Exactly why I said it’s complicated.” She responded sarcastically, thanking the medic who completed his task, eyes now back to their original colour as he stared around in confusion wondering how he got there before Druig told him to get back home. He went back to his home without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to not be with the telepath and his counterpart in the middle of the night.

She pointed to where her luggage was laid, next to which was the corpse of the creature, Druig stood up immediately and made his way to the corpse, surprised that he didn’t notice the large creature beforehand. The head of the corpse was unattached to its body, a hole was seen in the middle of it’s torso, as he looked closer he could see that the deviant was in the process of healing itself before getting decapitated.

“It managed to heal itself.” She answered his unspoken question. He looked back at her and back at the deviant once again, unable to process this information.

“But that’s not possible.” He said in disbelief.

“If you think that’s shocking, wait till you find out that it didn’t even attempt to attack the human with me.” She began to stand up to make her way towards him.

“Are they safe?” He asked concerned and she scoffed in response, wondering if he remembered who he was talking to.

“D’you reckon this is the last time we’ll see another one of these?” He asked rhetorically, knowing something bigger was about to occur.

“Deviants with healing abilities that only want to hurt Eternals? We can only hope that was the only one.” She shrugged, Druig brought his arm around her to hold her up although not necessary.

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion, don’t you agree? My sweet blossom.”

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[ickle-ronniekins]

silent confessions

request from nonnie! “Hey erica! I have a request for you, it's a bit challenging i think but I'm sure you'll do perfectly. Imagine like, the fake dating trope with fred, BUT at the end it's a george x reader? Like, imagine george feeling uncomfortable and jealous seeing the reader and fred acting like a couple even though he knows its not real and stuff anyway im obsessed with your writing love you bye”

pairing: fred x reader, george x reader

word count: 3.8k

A/N: wait, i loved this request. so different from the normal fake dating tropes! i hope this lived up to expectations.. idk why i just feel like my writing sort of sucks in this?? wah, idk, sad, feedback pls? also we’ve got some POV changes in this but they’re pointed out ayyyee, thanks for enduring the fluffiest fluff ever bc that’s all i have to give you hooligans

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You

You could practically hear the smirk that grew on his face — he wasn’t exactly being subtle. He took his place next to you in the Great Hall, ignored the fact that you were removing spellbooks and quills from your bag to begin your work, and didn’t bother to heed Snape’s warning glance.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Fred’s voice was a little too sweet for your liking; sweet as sugar, in fact. You knew this voice. It’s the voice he always put on whenever he needed a favor — whenever he wanted something from you. You didn’t look up from the table.

“Whatever it is, I think I’m going to pass.”

He scoffed and closed your spellbook. You grunted in annoyance; you were positive he wasn’t going down without a fight, but you supposed you still needed to try, even though you knew in your heart that this was a fight you wouldn’t win. You turned toward him and he batted his eyelashes at you.

“Dear, dear Y/N — you won’t pass when I tell you what’s in it for you.”

“What type of chaotic mischief that you have planned could possibly be beneficial to me?”

He digested this; you were right, and he knew it. He just shrugged, though, took in your rejection and tried to use it to his advantage.

He nodded across to the other end of the Gryffindor table; there sat Angelina Johnson — fellow Gryffindor, member of the DA, Quidditch captain and, to your most recent knowledge, Fred Weasley’s crush. Again. Boy was crazy about her.

“Thought we already tried this, Freddie?” you sighed, stealing your spellbook back from his very tight grasp and opening it to your desired page. He huffed a bit, and you were quite sure he was remembering the disaster that was the Yule Ball, just a year ago.

You noticed a small grin lift his cheeks; he looked rather smug now, which made you worried. What was it, exactly, that he had planned? “I know last year didn’t go exactly as I’d hoped.” Right. Fred had gotten a little too sloppy on his date with Angelina. She’d been a bit turned off. The night ended and she never pursued anything else; he was so embarrassed, neither did he. Fred Weasley? Embarrassed? The word wasn’t even in his day to day vernacular. But boy, was he shook.

“But it was a long time ago — besides, she’s been sending me all types of signals.”

“I don’t think her eye rolls mean she fancies you, Fred.”

He jabbed you playfully in the ribs. “Don’t be rude, Y/N. I know she fancies me. I just know it. You don’t go on just one date with Fred Weasley.”

You scoffed at his air of egotistical confidence; you shut your eyes at the prospect of him maybe going to someone else for help. Much to your dismay, it didn’t happen. He just stayed where he was, resting his chin on his hand, peering at you longingly as if his staring alone would convince you to say yes to whatever he had up his sleeve. After a few minutes, you said, “If I agree to help you, you prat, will you leave me alone?”

“Can’t say leaving you alone would exactly work with what I’ve got planned,” he replied, relaxing now, tapping his foot underneath the table and not taking his eyes off of Angelina. “I need you to pretend to date me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Relax, Y/N, I’m not going to pin you against the wall and snog you, if that’s what you’re so worried about,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. You felt as though your throat was closing up at the mere thought of it. “Just some hand holding, things of the like. Need to make her jealous. Need to make her realize what she’s missing.”

You groaned in frustration. “Can I take back what I said?”

“Nope,” he answered brightly. “You can’t. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Don’t get in too deep, though. No falling in love with me, alright?”

You felt a pang in your chest; you weren’t in love with him and you never would be. He was your best friend and nothing would change that. You knew it and so did he. You felt worried, though. What would others think? What if Angelina did get jealous — but in a bad way? Or worse — what would George say?

His was the only opinion that mattered to you, truthfully.

So that’s how you came to be Fred Weasley’s “girlfriend”, and when you both finally told George what Fred had strategically planned, you were relieved and also a bit upset at how nonchalant he seemed; a small grin tugged at the edges of his lips which sent you into a tizzy. You tried your very hardest to hide your disappointment; you didn’t want to let on how absolutely mad you were for him. So, you supposed, when you thought about this ridiculous stunt one night in your four poster, fake dating Fred would certainly squash any and all suspicions George had (if he did) about you fancying him.

“How’s my favorite couple?” he’d asked teasingly one day in the middle of the common room, sinking into the couch on the other side of you. Angelina then popped in through the portrait hole, and Fred placed his hand on your knee, stroking it absentmindedly. You felt a dull ache in your heart when you saw George’s eyes dart toward Fred’s hand.

Angelina had done the exact same thing; you were able to see a very faint shade of pink flush her cheeks before she stormed upstairs to her dormitory without a word to any of you. Fred immediately dropped his hand and you felt your muscles relax, but not without a quick squeeze to your knee and a cheeky grin. “Brilliant, Y/N,” he said, earning himself a dull grunt from you. Not that you’d done much, or anything, for that matter. But still, your heart felt sore at the thought: you wanted, more than anything, for George to reach over and gently graze your knee, pull you into him, kiss your temple as Fred had been doing the last few weeks.

The dull ache in your heart just seemed to grow stronger.

George

“Help me!”

You frowned. “I’m already in the middle of the other favor your lovely brother asked me to do,” you told him with a slight twinge of annoyance to your voice; however, it wasn’t difficult for him to detect a bit of cheekiness, too — especially when he saw the slight grin that spread itself across your lips.

“I just need some help with this stupid Potions essay.”

George noticed you soften at his request; he supposed it wasn’t as time-consuming as pretending to be someone’s girlfriend, and was rather elated when you agreed. You pulled out your desired books from the shelves in front of you and pointed at an empty table in one of the rows. “Let’s get started then, Georgie.”

But the truth was, he didn’t really need help. He was actually doing surprisingly well in Potions, for the first time since he began at Hogwarts. He didn’t want to let it get to his head, though. He figured there wasn’t anything wrong with getting some extra assistance.

It wasn’t assistance that he yearned for, though — it was you. More importantly, time spent with you. Any time — which he found himself getting hardly any now that you were “dating” his brother. He was first impressed at the idea that you’d decided to help Fred with his ridiculous request, and spent most of the time hanging around you teasing you and taunting you mercilessly for it, earning himself adorable laughs and flustered looks in return. But now, as he watched Fred press featherlight kisses to your temple and snake his arm around your waist at every given moment, all he felt was resentment. Jealousy. Hurt.

He felt himself feeling guilty; he shouldn’t be allowed to feel any of those things, because Fred didn’t know. Nobody knew. Nobody knew how he felt about you. Also, this whole stupid thing was just a ploy, anyway. So he suppressed those feelings everyday until he ended up alone in his dorm room, where he’d kick his trunk and scream into a muffled pillow while he let his brain unwind and digest the day's events.

“Ah — work here is finished,” he said after a few hours in the library. Much needed hours, in fact. He watched as you slowly placed your spellbooks back into your bag. “Thanks for your help.”

And in between those bouts of jealousy and resentment came moments of clarity, moments of affection, overwhelming feelings of admiration toward you. “For you?” you started, a gentle smile on your lips as you placed a hand to his knee, “Anything.”

You

You woke up before the sun and groaned; it was Saturday. Four Saturdays, in fact, since Fred had asked you to embark on this silly endeavor with him. Three Saturdays since you’d begun wondering when this would finally be over. Two Saturdays since Fred had told you sooner rather than later. One Saturday since George had noticeably become off balance.

You felt a pull at your heart when you popped through the portrait hole with Fred and Ginny later that evening after a much needed trip into Hogsmeade; you chewed nervously on the sugar quill you’d purchased as you placed yourself next to the roaring fire, Fred taking a seat next to you on the couch when Ginny made her way to the girls dormitory.

You didn’t know where George was; he hadn’t come to Hogsmeade. Or maybe he did, and he’d just very successfully avoided you both as you ended up, hand-in-hand, wherever Angelina was. With the exception of a few measly youngins on the other end of the common room, you and Fred were alone.

“Freddie?”

“Hm?”

“I really need to talk with you.”

He looked up from his copy of the Daily Prophet he had clutched in his hands. He furrowed his brow and placed the paper on the table in front of him, criss-crossing his legs and peering at you longingly. Then he turned cheeky and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Must be important,”

You cleared your throat and felt your heart thundering against your ribcage.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it just the same. You didn’t really know how to ask what you wanted to — to tell him what you wanted to. So instead, you opted for, “How much longer d’you think this is going to last?”

“I dunno — a few days, or so. Why?” He raised his eyebrows. “Sick of me already?”

“Ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically, jabbing him in the chest. “I just — I’m a bit worried —” you broke off and let your mind wander for a moment. You thought about truthfully telling Fred how you felt. Guilty. Upset. Lonely. In love with someone who didn’t seem to notice. Worried he’d find someone else. “I just hope Angelina isn’t getting the wrong idea.”

Fred digested this. “How d’you mean?”

“Well, you want her to run to you in a fit of jealous fury, right?” he nodded curtly, taking this in. “I just hope she doesn’t see us together and instead, turns the other cheek. Looks the other way. Finds somebody else. You know?” But it wasn’t Angelina you were worried about.

Fred thought about this for a moment. You watched as his cheeky expression turned rather stoic, and then a bit grim. “I never thought of it that way.”

Suddenly, you felt extremely worried. You started, “No, no, you know what? I’m being silly — she wouldn’t, because she’s absolutely mad for you, too. Just forget I said anything, okay? I reckon she’ll be round to snatch you right out of my hands this week.” You laughed, but it felt foreign in your mouth. Fred noticed.

“Y/N,” his voice suddenly sounded a lot less like his own — more concerned. “What’s going on?”

Just then, George popped through the portrait hole with Ron, Harry, and Neville. You met his gaze and let it linger for a few long moments. He then smiled brightly, as if he hadn’t been acting strange this entire past week. With a quick wave to you both, ignoring Fred’s motion to come and sit down, he made his way straight up to the boys dormitory. Fred shot you a glance, and you answered his previous question.

“Nothing, Fred,” you sighed, silencing him before he could ask you if you knew what was up with his twin. You hated how painfully true your next words were. “There’s absolutely nothing going on.”

George

George was outside in the courtyard with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. He’d been doing his best to avoid you and Fred at all costs, which was pretty hard when you were his best friend and Fred was his twin. But he tried.

He found himself growing incredibly uncomfortable around you both; the sheer sight of Fred slinging an arm around your waist, intertwining his fingers with yours, calling you his “love” — it sent George spiraling. He didn’t want Fred doing those things. In fact, he didn’t want anyone doing those things. Only him. He wanted you to be his love.

“Georgie?”

You took him by surprise in the courtyard; the others were immersed in a conversation about bets, or something. He, though, was peering up at you, doing his very best to not look as bloody nervous as he felt.

“Can we talk?”

You didn’t give him a chance to answer; you pulled him to his feet and immediately brought him back into the castle. You found an empty classroom and sat yourself down on a desk across from him. He had to resist the urge to spill his guts, tell you everything, grab your face in his hands and confess his unwavering love for you.

So instead, he opted for a generic, “What’s up?”

“I’m not sure..” you started timidly. He could see the shyness in your eyes and he didn’t like it one bit. You? Shy around him? You’d never been. He hated that this is where it had gotten too. “Are you mad at me?”

He was very much taken aback at your forward question; way to cushion the blow. He swallowed a few times, trying very desperately to dislodge the lump that appeared in his throat and hoped to Merlin that he could fool you. “Mad? Of course not. Why would I be?”

You crossed your arms, now looking a bit angered. George felt his insides constrict. “We haven’t spoken in days.”

“I’ve just — been busy,” George lied. His jaw tightened. “Assignments, and things. Detention. You know,” he winked, trying to lighten the mood, “the usual.”

You smiled back, though it was a broken sort of smile. Lonely. It took everything in him not to lean over and kiss it right off of your mouth. “Are you sure? You’d tell me if anything was wrong, right?” He swore he heard more than yearning in your voice; he scolded himself silently for being dishonest. Was your voice breaking? “You’re my best friend.”

Inside his pockets, he clenched his fists. He was going to go for it. Who cared about Angelina? Fred could get her without this ridiculous bloody stunt of his. And George needed to tell you before you fell for his twin, for real, and the both of you ended up heartbroken. He stepped forward, but before he could do or say anything, you slung your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tight. He felt revitalized at your embrace, like he was reentering his body after having been off balance for months. His fingertips found your hips and he focused solely on the smell of your shampoo, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against him. When you both parted, he took your hands in his. He wet his lips and took a steady deep breath. “Honestly?”

“Darling!”

Fred’s voice, much to George’s dismay, came from the classroom door. Damnit. How had he found you both? The door was closed! Frustration, anger, and gloom raced through George’s body; he was about two bloody seconds away from decking his brother for interrupting. But he couldn’t. Of course he couldn’t. Fred didn’t know. George sighed through gritted teeth, let your hands fall out of his, and backed away slowly.

“”C’mon, love, we’ve got dinner,” Fred called, sounding much happier than George would’ve liked. To him, Fred said, “you coming, mate?”

“Be there in a minute, Freddie.”

Fred grinned brightly and left you both standing in the middle of the classroom, the tension still hanging in the air. You turned back from the door, a solemn sort of look on your face, and asked him, “What were you going to say?”

“Oh,” George’s voice got caught in his throat, “just — been a little stressed. Knackered from class more often than not. Reckon I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

You frowned. He knew that you were aware not to press on; that was all the information he was going to give. You took a deep breath. “As long as we’re okay?”

“Of course we are.”

“Okay,” you said. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I’m famished. Let’s go eat.”

You

“Did I do something wrong?”

Fred was standing across from you in the common room, arms crossed, shoulders back, and a smirk growing on his face. He laughed at your nervousness. He’d just told you that things were over between you both. You’d asked, of course, just to be courteous. But you were actually pretty bloody excited. “Of course not, Y/N. You’ve done quite the opposite, actually.”

“Meaning?”

Fred walked over to you and placed his hands on both of your shoulders. He wet his lips before a huge, cheeky grin swept itself across his face. He squeezed you. “Angelina cornered me this morning.”

You raised your eyebrows. You were suddenly feeling much more invigorated. You grabbed his face out of pure excitement and shook him. “And? Keep bloody on, would you?!”

He threw his head back and laughed haughtily now. “Haven’t seen you this excited since before we began this,”

“Sorry,” you calmed down and frowned a bit. “Reckon I haven’t been the greatest “girlfriend”...”

A soft smile found its way across Fred’s cheeks. You furrowed your brows in confusion, hoping that he was going to tell you that he and Angelina were finally, wonderfully, officially together, which meant that you and Fred didn’t need to be. But he caught you completely off guard and said, “Don’t blame yourself too much. I reckon it’d be difficult to pretend to date me, especially when you’re in love with someone else.”

You were certain that your heart had jumped directly into your throat; your entire body went rigid at his words. He knew? Who else knew? Did George? Did everyone?  “I don’t.. know what you’re on about, Freddie.”

“Merlin, you are being thick today,” he teased, pulling at your hair and shaking his head. “C’mon. You think I didn’t notice? Each time I’d drop your hand, or unwind my arm from your waist, I saw you steal glances at him.” Fred leaned in to get closer to you and you noticed a light shade of pink wash over his cheeks. Had you been silently confessing your love for George this entire time? “He was stealing them right back, you know.”

You swallowed thickly. Did Fred know more than he was letting on? Where was George? “He was?”

“He’s in the Great Hall.” It was evident to you that Angelina was watching from the other end of the common room, and she was smiling brightly. No doubt, Fred had told her everything. You turned back toward Fred and grinned nervously. He took your hands in his and squeezed them. He simply said, “Go get him already, would you?”

And as quickly as your feet could carry you, you ran swiftly down the staircases, through the corridors, into the Great Hall and all the way to the front, where George was sitting, pouring over a bit of parchment, looking positively ghastly. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins like fire; your cheeks felt hot and flushed and each and every muscle in your body ached from running so bloody fast. “Ah,” he said brightly at the sight of you. “Come here to help me, have you? This assignment is a right load —”

You cut him off, ignored this completely and pulled him to his feet; he peered down at you with a confused expression and opened his mouth to speak, but you cupped his face in your hands, pulled him forward, and kissed him. The muffled moan that escaped his lips gave you your answer — he was certainly shocked. However, it didn’t take him long to melt into it; he was kissing you as though he’d never kissed anyone in his life, like the pure feeling of your lips moulding together with his was the very oxygen pumping through his lungs at that very moment. His hands were tangled in your robes, but he eventually found himself stroking your spine delicately with his fingers, earning himself slight whines from you as he laughed cheekily against your lips. From behind you somewhere, someone said, “Hey Y/N, you do know that’s the wrong twin you’re snogging, right?”

“Oi, shove off, Finnegan!” you called, parting from George only for a moment. “I know which twin it is!”

You turned back toward George and the two of you let out a bit of relieved laughter, limbs still entangled together. “I’ve got a confession to make,” he began, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself from pouncing on you, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?” you asked, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Pretty difficult to do anything about it when you’ve been dating my brother the last month or so,”

“You’re right,” you told him, pulling a bit on his tie, “but I’m pretty sure he broke down and told Angelina everything.”

George raised his eyebrows at you in surprise. You continued, “Pretty sure he got sick of me being a mopey “girlfriend” because all I wanted to do was be with you instead.”

His sweet smile turned rather sensual. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s so,” you told him straightforwardly, running your hands through his very messy red hair.

Somewhere in the distance, over the sea of people watching you both, Seamus Finnegan shouted, “Wait, has it always been George?”

George actually snorted a bit at this; then he bit down on his lip again, wiggled his eyebrows at you, and asked, “Well — has it?”

You didn’t break your gaze, though; instead, you let your eyes linger on George’s for much longer than you normally would. You were pretty sure that you could hear the steady thumping of his heart against his ribcage, and his eyes washing over you like a cool tide completely sent you into overdrive. Suddenly, you were feeling much more confident than normal. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at you. “Yeah,” you said to George, pressing your lips to his once more, “it’s always been you.”

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[tottymatsuno]

Baby Blues

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: domestic fic, marriage, romance, baby fic.

Rating: PG

Summary: Married with kids!

Word count: Like 2500

Warnings: Maternal death mention, traumatic pregnancy,

commentary: this is based off of my own pregnancy! im still kickin it so its okay, it all ends all well! my wife keeps making the "and when you update you can say you had a kid" like i stopped updating shit for ten yrs. rude. i originally posted this as a one-shot spin off of peach boy (currently being rewritten) and posted it on ao3! this has new content and i changed the twins names bc im the boss.

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Saying Todomatsu was anxious in the delivery room the day his twins were born was an understatement. He sat quietly in scrubs outside of the delivery room while they prepped you for an emergency c-section. There was a sense of finality and all Todomatsu thought was, “At least let me keep one.”

The pregnancy was hard. Trip after trip to the emergency room and no real answers. Each time you held his hand and cried because you were just sure you’d die. Why were they keeping you overnight? The other hospitals said you were okay to go home so why? Why are you getting this MRI? This scan? This x ray? Why all of these tests if the doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong?

There isn’t anything wrong, right? Todomatsu researched your medical conditions beforehand – that heart condition isn’t supposed to be dangerous during pregnancy. It’s supposed to get better. Why are you still coughing? Why can’t you breathe? Why can’t you sit up? Why can’t you keep food down? Why is your heart palpating as if it wants to explode? Isn’t this too early?

Just one.

He prayed for just one.

Todomatsu wouldn’t be so greedy ever again, so please just let one live. You were prepped with epidural and your eyes stared up straight into the ceiling. When Todomatsu told you it’d be okay it was more for his own comfort once he was ushered into the delivery room. Your fingertips were a light lilac and felt cold already. “I’m cold can I have another towel?”

You already had eight hot towels on each hand and you couldn’t stop shivering. Your teeth chattered as you stared up unblinking. You only asked for more towels. Todomatsu tracked the monitors obsessively because when the tools cut you open you didn’t even react. He couldn’t look.

The birth of Chinatsu only took three minutes. A time was called and for a split second Todomatsu thought it was your death. Timatsu followed three minutes after. A few tests were done while Todomatsu was ushered away. They suctioned out 8 pounds of blood. You lost a net of 26 pounds during the pregnancy. Todomatsu fainted pretty quickly in when he saw your organs exposed and blood being pulled out.

Two babies in the NICU ward and the doctors were explaining things about how “it happens with c-section babies because they often aren’t ready to breathe on their own yet.” Todomatsu checked on you after two hours and saw you surrounded in what looked to be tinfoil. You slept pretty peacefully and that was reassuring.

The babies wore wires on each part of them and you were hooked to a machine for a night. At one point you cried so badly because the pain of a major surgery crashed into you because of the anesthetic ran out. At least crying meant you were alive.

You recovered a lot faster than they expected, the next day you walked to the bathroom, later on that afternoon you wobbled to the nicu ward. Todomatsu cried big ugly tears when he realized nobody was dead.

Four days later with two adorable coming home outfits Todomatsu was excited to hear the screams in the middle of the night and even when you kicked him out of the bed to change diapers.

Two weeks after the delivery one afternoon Todomatsu broke into tears and sobbed until you assured him everything was all right. All he could say was, “It was so scary!” You slept Timatsu balanced perfectly on your chest tucked close to Todomatsu.

Chinatsu was held in a parallel position on his own and Todomatsu finally had calmed enough to get a good look at his family.

As Todomatsu’s eyes met Chinatsu’s, he felt a wave of paternal love rush over him. He quickly looks to Timatsu, who is sleeping soundly. She’s so cute!! Finally Todomatsu knows his purpose, it’s to be a good spouse and protect these two little girls with his life!

The first few weeks go by with very little sleep, and while Todomatsu can’t say he isn’t irritated being woken up in the middle of the night, he can say that he never takes it out on either baby. Todomatsu tends to babies surprisingly well for someone with very little experience with people younger than him.

Those weeks quickly turn to months with very little sleep still. Every morning you and Todomatsu sing two good morning songs and quickly fell into a routine.

Unfortunately for Todomatsu in the beginning the twins don’t want much to do with him at all. Timatsu especially was hard to please. For a few months the twins wanted you and only you, and it was as if the three of you spoke some sort of nonverbal language. At first it was hard to catch onto, but you often scolded Todomatsu so he listened.

“She needs to burp.” You took Chinatsu away and patted her back until she cooed after a belch.

“Tima-chan, are you hungry?” You had to show Todomatsu a video of rooting for him to understand the cues. Todomatsu learns to just jump in and take over when you’re too tired even if he hadn’t slept at all. Feedings became easier and Todomatsu became fluent in infant.

You suppose all those parenting books paid off, your closet is stuffed with them after all.

You’re both on parental leave and taking cat naps whenever possible to make up for the lack of sleep. You handle the babies as a team, doing almost everything with one or the other, you can’t tell them apart yet except by the color coded outfits Todomatsu puts them in.

“That one’s Timatsu,” He tells you pointing to the chubby baby blubbering to herself. “How can you tell?” You ask feeling a little bad that you can’t tell your 16 week old babies apart yet.

“Her hair’s slightly more curly than Chinatsu’s, plus their personalities are way different!” You give him a side eye because Timatsu’s hair is almost identical to her sister’s. Both have dark and curly locks.

“You don’t believe me?” He pouts, “No.” You say flatly, staring back at your daughters. “Here, pick her up then!”

“Alright,”

“She’s going to cry because she’s a Papa’s girl.” He taunts and you smile at him good naturedly. When you go to pick her up, she fusses in your arms for a few moments before breaking out into tears. Instantly Todomatsu’s at your side with a smug little grin and open arms.

“When did she start doing that?!” You never even realized you were losing favor with one of the girls.

“It’s because I’ve been bribing her.” Todomatsu says proudly, “With what?” You need to know because it’s not fair!

Chinatsu begins to cry as well, so when you gently transfer Timatsu to Todomatsu’s waiting arms you pick up your other daughter. You hush and rock her gently, giving her kisses. When you listen, you can hear Todomatsu whispering sweet nothings to the baby in his arms, and she quickly stops crying.

You struggle with Chinatsu for a few more minutes, with her unable to decide if she’s going to cry or fall asleep. Sleep wins out of course because you have a few tricks up your sleeves too!

When it’s time for you to go back to work, Todomatsu takes over as a full time father...the exact opposite of what you wanted, but exactly according to Todomatsu’s plans when he originally mentioned having kids.

He really gets everything he wants. You need a break from the kids for a few hours out of the day, and unfortunately somebody has to pay for your kid’s expenses.

At five months your day at home is: wake up, offer tits, get kicked in the incision for eight hours with tits and bottles in between, a million diaper changes and getting crawled over and getting your face kicked in. You twins are also tall not only for their age but for Japanese babies so they’ve outgrown things Todomatsu bought for longevity.

During the day Todomatsu sends you adorable baby pictures of the girls doing incredibly cute things. You show them to all of your coworkers excitedly, and they gush with you. Chi-chan putting her toes in her mouth, Tima-tan blowing spit bubbles! Tummy time, just regular little selfies, their walks in the park! It’s all so cute!!

The day Chinatsu took her first steps Todomatsu screamed your name until you came running with a knife in hand. As you were ready to kill to protect your family you see your chubby baby’s unstable waddles forward. Todomatsu’s got snot and tears running down his face while Chinatsu laughs adorably. You drop the knife with a subtle kick out of danger's way and squeal, before going over in front of Todomatsu to beckon her to you.

“Come to Mama, baby! C’mere, sweetpea! To Mama~!” You coo, before Todomatsu not so gently pushes you out of the way to film the baby. “Wait a second, Chi-Chi! Come to Papa, okay?” This causes you two to get into a playful tussle as Chinatsu finally falls on her little butt.

“Aww,” You both gush but instantly start tussling again when Timatsu stands up and also takes shaky first steps.

As the years pass Todomatsu is still a very involved parent, but nowhere near as fussy over the children as you are. When you’re around, you’re constantly chasing after the girls to save them from the dangers of being a kid.

It’s to the point where Todomatsu’s taken to giving you a look and saying, “Dearest,” in that tone. You cry with your daughters when one of them gets a scrape on the knee, causing Todomatsu to scold you even more.

You can’t help it, they’re getting into so much more now and it makes you anxious! The world’s scary, you tell him one night while you were cuddling. Todomatsu reassures you that he’ll protect the girls while he’s around and you know he will.

Timatsu’s personality differs a lot from her older sister Chinatsu’s and it becomes more apparent as they turn six years old. Chinatsu loves to visit her uncles while Timatsu - a lot more like a proper young lady, will stay on her Grandma’s lap while Chinatsu rough houses with her family.

Timatsu is clearly the leader between the two though, guiding Chinatsu through situations that neither of them have any experience in. Timatsu likes to call herself the brains of their suit, and is a lot more like Todomatsu than he would admit to.

“Ah, Mama! If you asked Papa would he let us go swimming on our own?” Timatsu asks politely one day and you laugh to yourself. “Tima-tan, why can’t Mama give you permission?” Isn’t that cute, as if Todomatsu could veto anything you said. How charming.

“Papa is the one in charge, isn’t he?” Timatsu watches your reaction and you can tell she’s testing you. “Hm, I’m not sure. Is he?” You play along while taking down Chinatsu’s braids with a rat tail comb.

“That’s what he said! He said even if you give us permission we still need to check with him. Didn’t he, Chinatsu-neesan?” Timatsu turns towards Chinatsu with a sharp look. Chinatsu glances up at you, “Don’t move your head.” You tell her quietly.

“I think Papa said that but I can’t remember.” Ah, so Tima-tan is trying to cause some issues. “That’s so funny you should say that! I think I’m the one in charge here since Papa is just my underling. I'm the one who pays the bills so what I say goes.” You take down another braid, Chinatsu’s hair is going to be hell to wash since she never stays still.

“Then when you said we could both have a cookie why did Papa stop us?” Now Totty ain't tell you about this.

“Papa did stop us! He yelled and threw the cookies away!” Chinatsu shouts while kicking her legs. You work around her movements and take great care not to hurt her. She's not gonna stay still so you need to compromise.

This is the first time you’re hearing about this. Your confusion is very apparent; why would Todomatsu throw away the girl’s cookies? Was there something they're allergic to? You didn't check the ingredients that hard because the twins don't have such intense food allergies like you.

“Or when Mama told Papa to buy Tima new shoelaces he didn’t. If Mama is really the boss why doesn't Papa listen? It’s not fair because Papa is sneaky!” Chinatsu protests, “I had to give Tima my favorite ones because hers broke!”

“So if I said you both can go swimming you think Papa won’t let you?” There has to be a reason for all of these things, and you can’t let yourself be manipulated. However those were expensive cookies you bought! And Todomatsu’s in charge of the budget why didn’t he buy Tima the laces?

“No! Papa said he would no matter what! He said nobody could make him even when we said we’d ask you because you’re not the boss of him!” Tima tells you quickly and now you are a bit mad.

“Todomatsu said that?”

You are the boss though!

“When do you want to go swimming? I’ll drop you off myself so Papa can’t stop you.” The girls are so sweet and considerate they would definitely want to go within the next few days when it's safe.

“Mama, my feelings will be really hurt if you don’t promise!” Chinatsu tells you sternly when you detangle the final braid. “I promise.” You tell her and give her a quick kiss.

“We really want to go later on but before it closes at the end of the month!” You fucked up. Timatsu won.

You smile at her hoping she takes pity.

“Yaay, I knew Mama would let us go! I can’t wait!” Yup, you really fucked up. Now the girls are chattering to themselves happily about getting permission.

“Tima-tan, you know what’s at the end of the month, don’t you?” You ask sweetly almost sweating bullets.

“I do.” Just like her daddy! Ugh, “Tima-tan that’s really mean!” You sigh and motion for her to come over, “Chi-Chi, Tima. Mama needs kisses for strength because she messed up.”

After being smothered kisses you send Todomatsu a quick text. When he enters the room with a disappointed face you know Timatsu is going to use this for ammo much later. “I told you both no already! Don’t you see Mama’s tummy?”

“I don’t care! Mama’s tummy is Mama’s issue, those aren’t my babies.” Damn ruthless, where'd they get this evil from? You wince briefly at Chinatsu's words.

You ruffle Chinatsu’s hair, “Chi-Chi how mean. Boo hoo hoo my feelings.” You fake cry dabbing your eyes with a tissue. “That sounds just like what Tima-tan told Papa the other day!” Now both Chinatsu and Timatsu look guilty.

“Don’t you want to meet the new babies though?” Todomatsu asks picking up Timatsu. Timatsu is definitely going to need a protective style too even if she is extremely tenderheaded. Something that Todomatsu can easily maintain without being too similar to Chinatsu’s.

“It’s not fair, I don’t want any more sisters.” Timatsu pouts with two fistfuls of Todomatsu’s shirt in her hands. “There’s only one new sister. The other two are brothers.” Todomatsu reminds her.

“That’s even worse!” Timatsu shouts. “Papa! Didn’t you say that Mama having us was scary though? You said she could’ve died.” Ouch, that hurts. You in turn take Chi-Chi in your arms, “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

One day you look around thoroughly pissed off, “Todomatsu.” You tell him over the chaos of a preteen Timatsu screaming that everyone here is stupid because her drink got knocked over, Chinatsu getting jumped by Kikumatsu, Darcie, and Khalil for a prank and small Cheri pulling your hair.

“One second!” Todomatsu calls pulling Darcie off of Chi-Chi first as she was the most violent of the bunch. Kiku sneakily kicks his sister while Khalil yells about some manga Chinatsu threw away angrily.

“I really hate you, Todomatsu! Who’s bad ass kids are all of these?! These can't be mine, I was only supposed to have one!”

[tae-bebe]

tag game spam

gonna put this under the cut bc i don't wanna fill up ur dashes but thank u to all my sweet angels @cowboyjinbop @kithtaehyung @yoongisshadow @taejinnies for the tags !

4 songs tag - list 4 songs you've had on repeat lately

1. si fueras mia - D.O.

2. moonlight - agust D

3. tokyo - RM

4. im gonna love you - D.O. (currently obsessed with this whole album)

which bts core aesthetic are you?

you have gotten taecore!! ur like graffiti in the city, art pieces in cafes, gold lining on a page, coffee stains and libraries, gold star stickers, golden hours, greek art, finding beauty in small things, such as wildflowers or a stranger's laugh, and comfort in the middle of the night. this means u are very sociable and know how to make friends quickly and easily, even in just a span of a few minutes. u attract people very easily, and take artistic expression very seriously, such as painting, drawing, dance, music, or writing. u know how to take time for urself, and also know how to make the people u feel matter the most know how much u appreciate them. u aren't afraid to establish what u feel to the people u love, and are very caring. have fun with this knowledge!!

okay but this is so pretty i wanna print it out and hang it on my wall (also the london pics...my beloveds)

30 questions tag game

1. name: isabella/bella/bels/bel/bel baby/beb/belly (just @taehyungsupremacy) /isa (only in italy tho)/bunny rabbit (my mum lol)

2. star sign: taurus sun/virgo moon/gemini rising/aries venus

3. height: i think ? about 5'6 maybe 5'7 on a good day

4. birthday: 6th of may 1998

5. favourite band: i mean...feel like u guys can guess this one (non kpop im gonna go with haim)

6. time: 19:48

7. favourite solo artist: lorde (rb if melodrama changed ur life)

8. song stuck in your head: it’s still animal by ballistik boyz that song is laced with crack i swear

9. last movie you watched: rocks on netflix which is a gorgeous coming of age type film about young girls in london 10/10 would recommend

10. free space: i am moving to sk in 2 days !!!!!! wtf !!!!!!

11. last show you watched: does run count ?

12. when i created this blog: tae-bebe's 6 month anniversary is actually later this month ! :')

13. what i post: mostly content about taehyung's nose freckle, any and every gif that anj and kara make, and occasionally some fic (watch this space)

14. last thing i googled: my travel insurance policy lol

15. other blogs: @bel-baby @conmisplumas (both just aesthetic and vibes rlly)

16. do i get asks: whenever i do my brain releases unmatched amounts of serotonin so pls feel free to jump in my asks whenever !

17. why did i choose my url: well bel-baby is my main, @cal-baby was my 5sos blog (linking in case anyone wants to have a laugh at 16 yr old bella) so i wanted to complete the trio but alas this was the next best option

18. following: queens

19. followers: angels

20. average hours of sleep: not enough

21. lucky number: 7 (duh)

22. instruments: the only thing that gets played around here is me

23. what am i wearing: an old pair of jeans and a tshirt that says "guapa" bc u know self love

24. dream job: sugar baby or sugar daddy idm either way

25. favourite food: currently jajangmyeon, long time fav: tacos al pastor

26. tea or coffe: iced oat milk mocha or an oat milk dirty chai latte pls

27. nationality: british (derogative) but im a weird little mix of iraqi, spanish, italian and russian too

28. favourite song: i think i have a different answer to this q roughly every 15 minutes

29. last book i read: the land where lemons grow - helena ramsay

30. top 3 virtual universes you'd want to live in: can i copy jessi's answer and just say the universe in which im dating yoontaekook

[aetherknit]

answering dnf/smp!dnf song truthing asks under the tag because there’s a lot of u <3

“maybe this is what i need, 'cause i've been movin' on for miles and miles / runnin' off instead of facing you, but if i do / you won't be home” yeah.... yeah

“never wanna sleep till noon / never wanna see you with those red eyes, those red eyes / never wake up in my room” the long distance sleep schedules of it all </3

i heard this song months and months ago without knowing the name and ive been wondering about it since so this ask kind of blew me away??? thank u anon ur psychic. ANYWAY dnf

“Not god, not us, but something in the middle / But you know I was still down on my knees like it was a religion // And all you can remember is that it was long awaited” im just gonna leave this here for reasons

“And you know you love him / And you might be in love with him // And you're falling in love with him /

I kissed every stranger in the corridor that night I think I was searching for a taste of you in everyone” i wonder if u guys can hear my wailing from where in the world u live bc im abt to break the soundbarrier <3

AND I DIDNT EVEN MENTION THE STRONG HANDS STUFF

omg [old person voice] this takes me back i was OBSESSED with the ready set as a young teen..... i would listen to their whole discography on my mp3 NJFKDGS

I AGREE. this song is so “ur driving me crazy because u wont be clear whether u want me or not” and that is So dnf. the taste

[nsfw warning for this one] okay so here’s the thing. dnf is not an enemies to lovers ship. but i love enemies to lovers. and i love dnf. and the energies in this song........... well. i’ll allow it. au time where theyre enemies to lovers (bc i think they could have the potential in the right circumstances) -- “i spent years calling you pompous, haughty, and vain” + “each time you speak i want my hands around your throat” .... (eyes back at you)

youth - daughter

“And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones / 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs” mmmmm corruption... loss of humanity

“Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette / I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget” a lifeless face..... losing ur home/past/self

“and you caused it / and you caused it” when he caused it :pensive:

heavy in your arms - florence

“my beloved was weighed down / my arms around his neck / my fingers laced to crown” OKAY SO WE’RE JUST JUMPING INTO IT

“and he took me to the river / where he slowly let me drown” im going to lose my goddamn mind

“this will be my last confession / I love you, never felt like any blessing, oh // whispering like it's a secret / only to condemn the one who hears it” im miserable im actualyl miserable this song got me. florence always GETS me

THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL OF THESE VERY VERY GOOD

[westerberg]

tagged by @officialglenntilbrook 😘💞💖❤️🥂

1. what is the first song you remember hearing? Oh man uhh... i remember my my dad playing the video for... oops i did it again I think? by britney spears and i was very obsessed with it. if i saw the video I would know but i don’t feel like doing that. hard to say if that is my earliest memory of music tho. i remember listening to the R.E.M. In Time greatest hits in the car late at night and feeling weird out of body as Man on the Moon came on. i like that story better but I have no idea when that memory is from. i also feel like i heard my mom singing along with Sarah McLaughlin or Norah Jones a lot when i was very young.

2. what is the first band you got into? hmm... i  really loved Bon Jovi when I was very young but i didn’t like. have any knowledge of them or their discography I just liked slippery when wet and their greatest hits. and also thats embarrassing so i am trying to think of an out... probably the first real musical obsession i had was lana del rey when I was 14 /15 but thats also not great. just take the L buddy... i didnt actually get into music i would now consider very good until about 16.

3. do you collect any physical music? during quar i started trolling ebay and other similar sites for cheap cds and I have gotten a pretty good collection! you would be shocked the number of people who just really do not want to have their R.E.M. albums anymore. I have a few vinyls- a couple of cheap Joni records, Station to Station, the mats Dead Mans Pop boxset thing, and the R.E.M. single So. Central Rain. Oh and I have a very cool cd single of beastie boys body movin’. I also have a collection of cassettes that used to belong to my mom- she passed 5 yrs ago so they are very special to me! she had some R.E.M., U2, Eurythmics, Squeeze, Crowded House, Indigo Girls, and I recently dug up a bootlegged Tracy Chapman tape! she might have some more at her childhood home and if I find a tape of murmur i’ll like blackout. the sad thing is that now I really like all these musicians my mom apparently liked but i was not into them when she was alive so :/ figuring things out feels like archeology. was listening to In Time greatest hits the other day and was like she definitely skipped E-Bow the Letter every time it came on lol bc i did not hear this song until like last year.

4. what is your favourite piece of music memorabilia? do you know that picture of R.E.M. where they are all holding roses like they are all going to the prom together? i scored a poster of that off Ebay for the incredible deal of $50!! a deal at any price :) I don’t have much that is like legit valuable lol. But here you have to see the picture

5. what's your favourite concert you've ever been to? hmm i havent really been to any truly mindblowing concerts I don’t think. I got to see Tommy Stinson play an acoustic set at 7th street entry in 2019 which was very cool. I feel crazy saying thats my favorite but it was incredibly special.

6. if you could see one artist who is no longer alive in concert, who would it be? If you ask right now I would probably have to say Replacements with Bob Stinson. Prince would be a close one

7. have you met any musicians? almost! when i went to see tommy stinson, afterwards he was hanging in a bar next to the club and was taking selfies with people. i kept thinking about getting in line and eventually i decided to just do it. when i finally went to go look for him he was deep in a conversation with someone and I also realized i had nothing intelligent to say, so i sat and stared at him talking for a bit until i left and went back to the show.

8. what is your go to album when you're feeling sad? Tim by the mats! i think i maybe listened to this album every day my senior year of high school. it is legitimately strange how I feel as if this album just knows me very well. everyone says this about the mats but every song feels like it’s about me and my life. I think a perk of being a lower middle class Minnesotan with an alcoholic father is just really really getting the replacements. but i guess it depends on the kind of sad I am. If i’m just looking to be cheered up i might go with Lifes Rich Pageant or Green by R.E.M. because invariably by the end of Tim I will be bummed out !

9. what is your go to album when you're feeling happy? somehow this is a very hard question. Radio City by Big Star was a big one for me when i was still on campus. maybe an obvious one but rubber soul is a good being happy album

10. what is one music documentary you love? the doc Every Everything about Grant Hart from Hüsker Dü is a favorite. it’s just all interview with him and he’s a fascinating guy. I’ve never watched an interview with him where i wasn’t like woah u’re smart :0... the director of that also did a good replacements doc but at certain point with mats journalism im just like well i could’ve just read trouble boys.

11. what is one concert DVD you love? I think I only own one concert DVD, Prince’s Lovesexy show which i was very obsessed with back in high school.

12. do you prefer listening to playlists or albums? i prefer albums usually, sometimes i’m in the mood for a playlist but albums are def superior

13. do you prefer to listen to albums in order or on shuffle? in order !!!! What am i a psychopath

14. what is your favourite deep cut song by your favourite artist? Portland by the mats is a top ten song of theirs. very in character for it to be a b-side i’m not even mad

15. what is your favourite cd/cassette/vinyl you own in terms of packaging? I love the inner sleeve of my Grandpaboy cd which is just Paul Westerberg’s doodles and scribblings. sometimes when i buy stuff off of ebay it comes with notes and stuff too which is my favorite. my copy of suicaine gratifaction came with a very sweet note of how much the previous owner loved it. and my copy of mbv’s loveless has this very hard to read note which i can maybe make out half of. if you can read it please translate for me.

i love being tagged but if you do not want to answer 15 long questions do not feel pressured! i shall tag @the-replacemints @pattismithgender @myfcukingrat @willemdafoeplscallmemynumberis @little-rimbaud @milesofsmiles97 @electrofolk 🤙😜💘

[haljordangreenjedi]

@rubixburd tagged me, sooooo here we go.

1. why did you choose your url? 

i’ve loved star wars since i was a tiny child, like—rented the dvds from Blockbuster every other week. I’m also thoroughly convinced Hal and Barry was obsessed as a kid, and lets be real, green is Hal’s color so of course his lightsaber would be green.

2. any side blogs? 

technically one, but that’s just because im still attached to my previous url and im scared to let it back out into the wild.

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 

i have been trapped here since 2012, and every time i think im on my way to freedom, i hyperfixate on something again and the cycle begins anew. i think i’m just here now. lol

4. do you have a queue tag? 

i do but also i periodically forget about it and just rapid reblog everything i see.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? 

oh god, do i have to say it? fine. i was a huge one direction fan, like full on. knew their birthdays, knew who sang what parts of each song, i was in DEEP. it was their peak, okay, it happened. we don’t talk about it....much.

6. why did you choose your icon? 

so i made this one, bc lets be honest if anyone is a disaster bi, it’s hal. also im trying something new with recognizing myself and im using one of my favorite characters to do it.

7. why did you choose your header? 

i just really really love hal jordan. 

8. what’s your post with the most votes? 

apparently it’s the one about female superheroes wearing heels. which is interesting, because i posted that on a whim in the middle of the night.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

a) i don’t know. b) why is it important? c) idk all i really know is the dead robins club are my mutuals.

10. how many followers do you have? 

i feel judged, but.... 587 followers.

11. how many people are you following? 

im still feeling judged, and the answer is A Lot. okay, this is why my blog is just a mosh pit of whatever i like, and also ive never cleaned out who i follow so.

12. have you ever made a shitpost? 

define shitpost.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? 

AGAIN with the judgement. i’m taking a break from school so im on here a lot bc i have to entertain myself, and other social media sites feel like a competition and heighten my anxiety when im supposed to be relaxing. 

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? 

nope. it’s not that deep, bro. virtual arguments are not my cup of tea.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? 

i don’t like the notion of someone saying i have to do something, but sometimes i understand the sentiment. idk.

16. do you like tag games? 

when i remember they exist and to respond to them, yeah.

17. do you like asks games? 

i've done like four of them in the last two weeks. i think they’re fun. 

18. which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous? 

lets be honest, it’s Destiny.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? 

nope, just chillin.

20. tags 

look lets be honest, you all knew this was coming. @magebirdi @damthosefandoms @sohotthateveryonedied @rainbowroadimpulse

[in-a-cave-with]

What are your favorite fanfictions based in any of the Marvel comics universes?

ok this is certainly a . question. lmao . so i..have bookmarked like Three 616 fic on my actual ao3 account and i honestly dont know why. i have read so much 616 fic but i never bothered to make it a habit to .. save them . so rip me. this will be an incomplete list! huge f in the chat lads

there’s also the issue of like. pretty much all of the comics fic i like being, uh, stevetony. im a loser.

anyway.

When The Lights Go On Again by elspethdixon, seanchaiSummary: Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.rec note: i JUST read this fic and it ruined my life. go read it and ruin your life too

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by elspethdixon, seanchaiSummary: Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot.rec note: a classic! i think this was the first stevetony fic posted to ao3? you should def go ahead and read the rest of the series (yes it is a series yes it is 300k+ words yes it is worth it)

The Roughest Day by elspethdixon, seanchaiSummary: Steve is in a motorcycle accident, Tony catches a cold, and someone is after the New Avengers.rec note: this gives me warm fuzzies because it’s the new avengers avenging and there isn’t enough of that

King of Infinite Space by elspethdixon, seanchaiSummary: A villain from Tony’s past comes back to cause trouble for the Avengers. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so easy, if things weren’t already so awkward over the events of Execute Program.rec note: it’s not a tony stan created reclist if there isn’t a tiberius stone fic somewhere on it

Winter Is All Over You by KiyaarSummary: Tony can’t remember why he’s running.rec note: *soft wheezing noises* oh,

My Mallory Heart [Add Violence Remix] by KiyaarSummary: He keeps seeing that bundle of metal set into Tony’s bare chest, the raw edges around it like Tony’s body was rejecting it. Keeps wondering: what have you done to yourself this time.rec note: *incoherent blubbering*

Sea Stars by MuccamukkSummary: Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn’t remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.rec note: i LIVE for this fic it’s so good. the setting…the mystery…the characterization…top notch

Indelible by PenumbrenSummary: When an experiment goes awry, Tony thinks he may have found an answer to his problems and Steve faces something he’s been avoiding for a very long time.rec note: this turned out to be way sadder than i thought it was going to be

(Not So) Lonely At The Top by foldingcranesSummary: Riri has a bad day, and Tony tries to be An Emotionally Available Adult for her. It doesn’t go so bad.rec note: there isn’t enough riri fic out there…

if you leave by CapnShellheadSummary: After so many months passing each other in silence, Steve and Tony find a marriage counselor to try to work through their issues with communication.rec note: warning: fic is akin to a bat swung to the knees

Marvels: The Bloodstone Odyssey by teaberryblueSummary: The year is 1940. In the middle of the Blitz, Tony Stark and Pepper Potts set out to London to recover Howard Stark’s lost work. But it turns out that they’re not the only ones hunting for it. Tony finds himself contending with Nazis, crooks, and perhaps his most formidable adversary yet: a scrawny, asthmatic, bullheaded kid named Steve Rogers.rec note: this gives me huge indiana jones vibes and it’s GREAT

Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by teaberryblueSummary: Steve Rogers has the opportunity to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a comic artist when eccentric billionaire, superhero patron, and obsessive comic enthusiast Tony Stark offers him a job drawing Iron Man. But Tony Stark has no idea that Steve Rogers is really Captain America, the newest member of the Avengers. And Iron Man has no idea that Captain America is really Steve Rogers, up-and-coming comic book artist. And Steve doesn’t know what to do about the fact that he’s falling head over heels for them both.rec note: this one has a special place in my heart bc it’s the one that got me into 616 stevetony! the identity shenanigans make my head hurt and i love it

Genesis by teaberryblueSummary: Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend. In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice. She’s alive. Her name is Eve. She has Captain America’s shield.rec note: i think this is the..only steve centric fic here lmao . and also technically this is a mix of 616/mcu/ults but i’m still putting it here bc it’s…very good

Highest fall you’ll ever grace by laireshiSummary: “You’ll probably want these back,” Tony says at last, and it hurts almost physically to pull the dog tags over his head and offer them to Steve. But they never really belonged to Tony, did they? Steve seems to hesitate for a second, but then he takes his dog tags with a weird expression. “Yeah,” he says. “They’re mine.”rec note: *clutches heart* hhhh

Transmission by laireshiSummary: The incursions are stopped. Steve hopes for things to go back to normal. Instead, he finds himself stranded in an alternate universe with Tony. Getting home won’t be easy. There are too many things they haven’t told each other, too many arguments they’ve never solved. Now, with just each other for company, they might have to face them all—especially as they seem to be telepathically bonded, and can’t keep anything unsaid anymore.rec note: oh boy am i a sucker for Stevetony Finding Out About The Confession

Chasing Shadows by laireshiSummary: Steve is still adjusting to the future. Tony hopes he is helping, but Steve’s and Iron Man’s morals might be too different for them to work together. Then Steve starts to act strangely, and all Tony can do is chase at shadows.rec note: this fic hurt me . that’s it that’s all i have to say

The Counselors Are In by cptxrogersSummary: Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the other Steves and Tonys from across the multiverse. God knows they need it.rec note: come on Other Universes GET IT TOGETHER

Think of This as Solving Problems (That Should Never Have Occurred) by SinealaSummary: No one knows Tony is Iron Man. Then Tony gets amnesia, and literally no one knows Tony is Iron Man.rec note: ok here comes the sineala spam in the reclist lmao

The Jar by SinealaSummary: The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names – the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they’ll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony’s got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve – and when Tony can’t use the names he’s already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.rec note: super cute! lov those funky avenging dudes

Changeling by SinealaSummary: Instead of deleting his entire brain and reloading from a backup, Tony attempts to erase just the SHRA database from his mind. As Steve later finds out, this is unfortunately not what he actually did.rec note: *ugly sobbing* ttngngjfgnTONY ,.,,,,CAROLLLLL ,,FDF..,,KSDJBVSD ,,,S T E V E..,,,, FVKJD,,,,SFDJKDNFVNKDJFD

If You Want to Live (The Historical Present Remix) by SinealaSummary: The Civil War is over. The SHRA is gone. Steve has been brought back to life. He’s settling into his new duties as America’s top cop. His longtime friendship with Carol Danvers – Avenger, former director of SHIELD, and former leader of the pro-Registration forces – is now a tenuous one. But something is very wrong in the world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Someone is missing. Tony Stark was killed at the age of seventeen, and it’s up to Steve to travel into the past to save a man he doesn’t remember from a man he knows all too well: a mysterious assassin from another time and place, a man with a metal arm. And the truth is more complicated than anyone could ever have guessed.rec note: super interesting fic! the Plot is,,……. some güd shit

Straight on till Morning by SinealaSummary: Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he’d never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony’s own design. What’s more, the Avenger’s captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive… and very, very attractive. But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own – and the truth could change everything.rec note: ok there is, like, really weird porn in this fic but it’s a STAR TREK CROSSOVER and that’s all that really matters. and also it’s very heartfelt and the action is  r e a l l y   i n t e n s e

Your Name on Every Wall by SinealaSummary: The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he’s ever going to be able to mend things between them.rec note: wow…….stevetony…….. am i right boys?

Get Some Now by SinealaSummary: Avengers Mansion has a mysterious feline infestation. Meanwhile, Steve just can’t figure out how to ask Tony out on a date. And the thirteen teleporting cats sure aren’t helping matters any.rec note: as you all may know. i am an active member of the “tony…..but give him a cat” movement and this fic brings me great joy

Sucker Punch by Sineala Summary: Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team – and Shellhead and Winghead – again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible.rec note: and here is a fic that does NOT bring me great joy and instead goes out of its way to hurt me in every way it can

Tony Stark Advises The Avengers by copperbadgeSummary: Somehow, Tony Stark ended up Team Dad.rec note: ANAD AVENGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zero Sum by CraitSummary: Did you do your best, Anthony? And did your best only make things worse?rec note: let ao3 user crait write marvel comics, they clearly understand tony’s character better than anyone who’s written him in the past 10 years

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PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

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1-100 TELL ME ALL

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

1. What is you middle name?

Jesse

2. How old are you?

22

3. When is your birthday?

dec 9

4. What is your zodiac sign?

sagittarius

5. What is your favorite color?

purples

6. What’s your lucky number?

9

7. Do you have any pets?

no

8. Where are you from?

bc canada. my great grandparents are from russia

9. How tall are you?

5 something

10. What shoe size are you?

7?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

3 that i actually use

12. What was your last dream about?

i dont remember my most recent one but i had a banger of a dream i described in another post

13. What talents do you have?

i think expressing myself, or music, i have some talent that needs discipline

14. Are you psychic in any way?

well i am a spiritual person, in a way. and growing up in a toxic drama filled family, i have Developed the Skill of guessing how people are feeling and what they are gonna do. and i analyze dreams. so not psychic but i am really interested and intuitive whats goin on in there

15. Favorite song?

for some reason https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oilVq8-F4_Q colours by roosevelt ive been obsessed with lately i just loop that shit. loop loop loop. blaringit into my ears and speedwalking down thestreet. the beat.!!!! i feel like I  took all the colours

16. Favorite movie?

spiderverse. i really enjoyed always be my maybe.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone who doesnt make me feel like im Too Much

18. Do you want children?

not RIGHT NOW

19. Do you want a church wedding?

i have no idea actually. id want a special wedding definitely.

20. Are you religious?

yes, i honestly feel like i just come like this, i dont go by any books and i dont want to be associated with christians. if i be too religious i start getting the Bad Feelings

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

yes visiting sick relatives. and one in a psyche ward.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

i got a parking ticket

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

no. maybe i did and i had no idea who they were because id never heard of them

24. Baths or showers?

showers.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

alien socks that are green and black

26. Have you ever been famous?

no. what does that even mean !!!!

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

yes because money but noooooo. its hard when one person definitely doesnt like me. if im famous some people just wont like me and theres going to be more of them

28. What type of music do you like?

stuff with electric guitars in it. funk. bops. i cant get enough lately

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

no

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

one. and sometimes NONE. i dont fucking know why its just more comfortable. id lie down on a floor and pass out

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

i usually cant fall asleep unless im on my face with my arms tucked under me for warmpth and general log shape. after that though its chaos. dreamin

32. How big is your house?

BIG!!!!!! so many rooms. so many people. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

on a Functional day, cereal. not because its my favourite thing but it doesnt require a lot of attention and its easiest to tolerate. my appetite is just. like this

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

HELL no.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

in my child days i shot my hair elastics around and pretended i was fighting aliens. this is definitely archery.

36. Favorite clean word?

i dont really think about words like that. pizza is a nice word.

37. Favorite swear word?

bitch. its really fun to say.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

not all that long. if i was up the entire night i am usually sleeping in midday no matter where i am. ive disappointed many teachers. its called not caring.

39. Do you have any scars?

yes, but theres no dramatic stories to them, just me not leaving scratches and bites alone as a kid. they look kind of cool though. and theyre so mysterious. youd think id have scars from self harm but no.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

i believe so...

41. Are you a good liar?

yes, when i am 100% like morally committed to lying.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

NO. my thought process is: its rude to assume someone is going to behave badly, and they will be offended and have hurt feelings if you anticipate that. i have to like. treat everyone with exactly the same respect unless theyre a dick. otherwise its being judgmental. and it ends up as naïveté. but im okay with that . the price of being a good person

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

i could do a british one once i guess LOL and it looks like now ive Absorbed a mexican accent but i never really try to talk in other accents

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i dont know how to answer this

45. What is your favorite accent?

idk i like new things i havent heard before. and thinking about how other languages work. theres a lot of different accents at my work and i honestly enjoy listening to them

46. What is your personality type?

that.... INFJ. see. psychic

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

one of the gay jackets

48. Can you curl your tongue?

dont think so

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right handed?

left

51. Are you scared of spiders?

depends. i had these big house spiders in my dungeon at my parents house, and id just be “hi” and set them free. but if i see one where im not expecting it i might yell a lot and tell everyone and run around and then set it free

52. Favorite food?

tacos from my old work. i was indeed. screaming, lost in the sauce. i waited until i was away from the restaurant because i knew all my dignity would vanish

53. Favorite foreign food?

idk... i need to eat more curry. i need more curryin my life. bring it on.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

clean

55. Most used phrased?

“this slaps” i feel like ive been saying that a lot

56. Most used word?

I

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

a whole entire fucking hour (when i wake up) otherwise 5min

58. Do you have much of an ego?

i do, but i hide it. 

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

chomp chomp. i am not a patient man.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yes, when i know no ones around, or when im not worried about seeming like a crazy person at work

61. Do you sing to yourself?

nah

62. Are you a good singer?

no. i can sing and it sound okay.  nice even. but good??? like beautiful?????? no.

63. Biggest Fear?

someone dying, natural disaster, new illness

64. Are you a gossip?

maybe. i feel like i have the Tendencies and then im like “am i being a bad person right now”. i want to know the deets though.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

i Simply Dont Have the Attention for Those

66. Do you like long or short hair?

BOTH . long hair is more fun to draw. short hair is hot

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

fuck no. why would i. fuck off. i dont care about your states.

68. Favorite school subject?

ART ART AR T

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introerverte

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

no

71. What makes you nervous?

people who are not Definitely Cheerful

72. Are you scared of the dark?

no. unless i think about things to scare myself on purpose

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

no unless they need to know. because im not a fucking ANIMAL

74. Are you ticklish?

depends. i can be not ticklish if im determined.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

i dont think so... i started a rumor i was from mars

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

maybe i was supposed to train some girls and then i probably didnt do a great job and they didnt listen. they say my job now is somewhat authority and im like...... ok...... 

77. Have you ever drank underage?

no

78. Have you ever done drugs?

no

79. Who was your first real crush?

someone whos OUTTA MY LIFE

80. How many piercings do you have?

two? i got them pierecd at claires lmao and i didnt get an infection because im  so salty. then i took them out because they were from claries

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

hell yes

82. How fast can you type?

so fucking fast. faster than my work finder helper. im fast im very fast

83. How fast can you run?

IM VERY FAST

84. What color is your hair?

orange

85. What color is your eyes?

green

86. What are you allergic to?

im still trying to figure that out. whatever it is gives me hives

87. Do you keep a journal?

yes. so i can get better at handwriting and just talking in general and hear what my voice sounds like. and to have a space away from other peoples needs and pressures

88. What do your parents do?

my mom is a stay at home mom and my dad shoots pop bottles into the sky

89. Do you like your age?

sure

90. What makes you angry?

everything. cabbage. i swore about cabbage for a long time the other day. i am just full of anger. 

91. Do you like your own name?

YES. i mean i chose it i better. honestly my first name ......... i feel self conscious about it sometimes. i think it was the only name for me though. it wasnt the ideal most wonderful namei could find because those didnt fit, it was MY name.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

im going to have two sons and im naming them brick and rusty.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

yeah, i want a boy a girl

94. What are you strengths?

my strengths doing all 100 questions, this is serious muscles

95. What are your weaknesses?

the exhaustion of jumping from one question to the next especially when they are vague. im not complaining this was my idea

96. How did you get your name?

i pfound it in the baby name book and i was lie  “hey yyy, i saw that name in black beauty, lets use it for my gay coded villain what the hell!”

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

no but i did have some ancestors who lives i a mansions andhad fucking SERVANTS. before you call me problematic my other part of family was like sewing things and not going to school 

98. Do you have any scars?

weve been over this. when im older im going to get a cool scar fighting a dragon

99. Color of your bedspread?

pink, white, blue

100. Color of your room?

white