#do you know how annoying it is to make a meme from scratch because nobody had clipped the hannibal scene before ?!

[chaosvanquished]

may I add some humble memes to the fandom before this is over ?

[gnocchighoul]

Hmm.. kind of a random thing but that's how my brain works sometimes but hear me out! The Bros (plus undatables and Luke if you want) get turned into cats. What type of cat would they be, how would mc react, and how would they react to being a cat.

I had SO much fun writing this one. Thank you for this excellent prompt 💗

This is just the demon bros getting turned into cats, but I might make a part two with the undateables! :D

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Lucifer

Oh he’s going to be so pissed off. 

Seriously, even as a cat, his murder-death-murder-death stare is beyond intense. He will sit himself high up on furniture to glare down on everyone like the prettiest gargoyle you’ve ever seen. 

Nobody is allowed to come near him. He will swat and hiss at anyone and everyone who approaches, unless they are approaching to turn him back into a demon. 

BUT if you had nothing to do with this curse that’s fallen upon him, then he’ll probably let you near, as long as you’re not like, weird about it. Seriously, don’t baby talk at him, he’s not actually a cat.

Cat-Lucifer will probably just want to constantly stand on your shoulders and wrap his tail around your neck, which isn’t super comfortable because he’s not exactly small and dainty. 

Also, every time you say something stupid he’s gonna bite your ear lol

Tbh he’s probably going to make you carry him everywhere like that and he’s gonna control where you go -- you know, kinda like ratatouille LMAO

Mammon

You know those cats that climb literally everything and anything?

Yeah.

When he first gets turned into a cat, he freaks the fuck out. But when he finally calms down and isn’t meowing up an angry storm, he’s gonna realize that this is a great opportunity. for evil.

He's gonna book it the second he realizes that he can literally be a cat-thief.

Nothing is safe from his grabby little gremlin paws.

He steals so much shit (wallets, Asmo’s jewelry, Levi’s limited edition collectors items--anything he can carry in his mouth or drag around) and then he stashes it all in your room, because unfortunately, becoming a cat didn’t make him any smarter.

Lucifer tasks you with just sitting in your room and keeping track of everything cat-Mams steals so that you can return everything to their rightful owners.

You quickly become used to cat-Mams sauntering in and out of your room every five minutes with his newfound riches.

So it’s a bit concerning when Mams darts out of your room after stashing a wallet in his hoard, and doesn’t come back after thirty minutes.

Naturally, you go looking for him.

You’ve only been searching for about twenty minutes, when pathetic meowing reaches your ears. You follow the sound, and--

You find him stuck in a cardboard box.

(before fishing him out, you take tons of pictures. He’s very upset.)

Levi

Levi is so distraught. He’s literally going to just wail and roll around on the floor until somebody picks him up. 

He’s literally the crying cat meme.

Once he’s in your arms, do not put him down. He’s very sad and his reflexes really aren’t good. You know how you can just kinda toss cats onto the floor and they’ll land on their feet just fine?

He will not. 

Is suuuuper jumpy and only trusts you (and maybe Beel, but he’s lowkey afraid that Beel is going to eat him.) 

You should probably get him one of those bubble back-packs that cats can sit in and carry him around in that. 

He has the worst time as a cat. He just wants to play his video games :(

(But if you give him lots of smooches, it’ll make his suffering a little bit easier to deal with. But like, he’s gonna turn into an overwhelmed ragdoll when u start giving him the smooches)

Satan

Honestly? He isn’t that opposed to being a cat for a little while.

But he’s also like. So hyperactive. Goes from 0-1000 in half a second.

He’s got the zoomies.

He’s gonna parkour his way around the house of lamentation, testing how fast he can zoom, how high and far he can jump (and how far he can fall without hurting himself)

He’s gonna do a backflip off lucifer at the speed of light and then sprint away as fast as he can to go wreck some shit

If you want to hold him, you’re going to have to catch him mid-air. If he doesn’t just squirm out of your arms and actually lets you pet him, he’s gonna stare you dead in the eyes, extend his claws, and then pat your leg with his lil toe beans.

You’re not entirely sure if that means ‘keep petting me’ or ‘stop it right now’ so you just kinda scratch his ears instead

Asmo

Even as a cat he’s beautiful and everybody has to see just how pretty he is. 

He’s constantly striking poses. 

Looking back over his shoulder. Stretching his leggies out so you can see how long and lean they are. Contorting his body in the WEIRDEST ways because he’s even more flexible now.

He does not run anywhere, he struts very daintily and model-like.

He’s gonna be so affectionate. Constantly rubbing his cheeks all over you, and leaning against you, but be careful while you give him pets because if you mess up his fur he’s gonna swat your hands away.

He’s also definitely going to be really annoying and constantly walk in front of your feet and trip you up. Where are you going, why aren’t you admiring him, dammit

You know how most cats hate water?

Not asmo. 

He’s gonna make you fill the bathtub up to his chin so he can float around on his tiptoes with just the upper half of his head out of the water like a crocodile. 

Then you have to blow-dry him until he’s all nice and fluffy and give him a good brush. 

He will absolutely tolerate you dressing him up and taking pictures as long as you make him look nice. He won’t allow you to put him in stupid costumes (he’s gonna bite you when you bust out a lobster costume) but a pearl necklace? Hell yeah.

Beel

Feed him dammit, he’s starving.

Cat-Beel is going to gnaw on EVERYTHING. Furniture. Books. Clothes. Your hands and ankles. 

It’s not anxiety -- honestly he really doesn’t mind being a cat -- he’s just so hungy.

Also he’s MASSIVE. 

You don’t actually know that he’s been turned into a cat until you go to the kitchen for a snack and find an orange & white cat the size of a literal child raiding the fridge. 

Which brings me to my next point -- he’s gonna be SUCH a snuggle bug. Like those really big dogs that insist on sitting in your lap and crushing you. If he isn’t eating then he just wants to flop on top of you and crush you with his love.

You can baby-talk at him if you want, as long as you give him treats and snuggle him. 

He purrs so. Much. 

Will also let u just roll him around and do whatever you want to him dkjncdsn he’s honestly the chillest out of them all

Belphie

God he’s so fucking upset at first, like claws out, hissing and spitting at everyone, full on tantruming upset, BUT THEN. but then. You pick him up and press a kiss to his sweet little triangle head and he bleps and it's all over.

Good luck getting anything done. Cat-Belphie is going to demand your full attention for snuggles CONSTANTLY. 

No, he doesn’t care that you’re trying to research ways to turn him back, he’s gonna plop his little butt on the tome you’re attempting to read until you give him love, dammit.

Honestly, Belphie being a cat isn’t that much different from normal. The biggest difference is that now he can squeeze into weirder places to nap, which makes it very difficult to keep track of him. 

After searching for two fucking hours, you, Satan, Levi, and Beel find him stretched out across the arms of one of the chandeliers in the dining room, like it’s some kind of weird hammock. 

He’s fast asleep. Nobody knows how he got up there. 

(To get down, he ends up yeeting himself into Beel’s arms.)

If Bells isn’t napping, then he’s hiding under furniture, waiting for his next victim to walk by so he can attack their ankles.

(also the most likely to bite u when he wants your attention)

((part 2 with the undateables))

[cheelduh]

How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

-

The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

—

Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

[bluewinnerangel]

Fibonacci is a Larry. I dont make the rules.

I guess my twitter yelling yesterday serves as a pretty good summary of what I’m about to go into so here’s that:

But I want write this out using actual words. Because I’m having trouble processing this. And yes I’m once again going to meme the crap out of it because it’s the only way to cope with any of this. Some dumbed-down options what can be going on:

Coincidoink #2836996328

Louis was made aware of this phenomenon, thought “this is one hell of a larry” and went lol guys have fun spiraling with a fibonacci spiral

They both have been referring to the Golden Ratio and its symbolism for a while and its gone unnoticed

This is just scratching the surface, one of many ways they’re using symbolisms for, I don’t know what for, things infinitely looping? how there’s beauty in the structured chaos? Why don’t you guys throw in some more David Lynch fuckery, is olivia even a person, what even is a wall, wooshwoosh we’re only getting older baby and they’re driving me crazy.

So Louis put a Fibonacci spiral in his latest 369 merch:

IM PUTTING A CUT IN BECAUSE IM ANNOYING PEOPLE WITH LONG POSTS IM SORRY

Which, for those who don’t know, the Fibonacci sequence is a series of numbers where a number is found by adding up the two numbers before it. Starting with 0 and 1, the sequence goes 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, and so forth.

While we’re here, it can also be tied in with the 369 code he’s been using, although nobody knows what it means to him or why he’s using it so much now, something very interesting happens when you create the fibonacci sequence starting with 3 instead: it infinitely loops around 3′s, 6′s, and 9′s (x)

Anyway, the numbers of a fibonacci sequence together create a spiral

And this keeps spiraling like that (JUST LIKE ME AND MY LARRYING), and applying maths (not even once) to that creates a ratio called φ, or phi, or The Golden Ratio, and to quote some random something on the internet: 

Over the centuries, a great deal of lore has built up around phi, such as the idea that it represents perfect beauty or is uniquely found throughout nature. 

And there’s one dipshit I can think of that sings about beautiful things being Golden (as I can think of a bunch more artists too, but eh)

Then we have its constant, which is 1.618, 16 and 18, you can’t make this shit up even if you tried.

Fibonacci numbers appear everywhere in nature. A very common and usually first in line to be used as an example being sunflowers, that have their seeds arranged in a Fibonacci spiral

And then of course why not there is this one 28-boop-dickhead going around singing about sunflowers. I unhinged about Sunflower Vol 6 the other day, among other things making the point that midway through the song there’s a new start, a new cycle if you will, consistent with loops and starting over and over again and how there’s beauty in it yadayadayada.

Then another really common fibonacci thing in nature is bees. Bees. Basically, if you follow the inheritance pattern of bees it follows the fibonacci sequence (here’s a cute presentation about that) So bzz bzz mfer.

But, fibonacci comes back everywhere in nature and beauty, relatively-easy-to-grasp examples being pine cones, flower pedals, pineapples, bananas and strawberries, and to divert from plants also nautilus shells, DNA, tornados, the god damn galaxy (I feel like I’m just naming random things now), and as a standard/measurement of beauty in humans, in artwork, in basically everything. It’s an order in nature. It’s a code of life in a way. Don’t ask me why they might be doing this, I got no clue, but you can easily interpret this as something positive and beautiful for sure. 

It would be fun to find more examples of this in their works, but for now have this meme again:

...it’s just 2 bro’s chilling in a hottub possibly referencing the same things over and over and over and over again.

[teyvattery]

X1 When They're Mad at You/ When You Two Fight

Kim Yohan

Yohan being mad was a rare occurrence, so when he lost his cool and raised his voice at you during one of your misunderstandings, you walked out teary-eyed. He shocks himself as well, thinking he took it too far, and immediately follows you out of the room to apologise and talk to you calmly this time.

Kim Wooseok

He's already not that verbal, wait 'till he's mad. He'd be really really silent, but do a lot of jaw clenching. He'll be giving you the silent treatment, not really responding to whatever you say to him if he could help it, or at least use the fewest of words. He'd also probably leave you on read. If his anger's really intense he would go as far as to not see you for weeks (if you live together then he'd be staying at one of the members' homes). If you were at fault you should immediately apologise or else he would grow further from you, he doesn't like people who had a lot of pride in them, expecting him to apologise when they were the one at fault. If he was the one at fault though, he would probably give you the silent treatment but give him a day (or only hours, depending on the intensity of the fight). He'd eventually apologise and explain his side, also letting you say your side too, and come up with a solution to stop the misunderstanding/fight.

Han Seungwoo

It's probably either because of your difference in opinions or because of your immaturity. Those would be the only things that would make him mad and you don't like it when he's mad, because both of you would really feel bad of yourselves afterwards. Like, really, really bad. You both would be miserable until you two would make up, there would be no other solution because you two are responsible for each others' feelings.

Song Hyeongjun

It's usually just pouty fights, but when he gets really mad, he cries. He would try to throw an argument but then it would come out as gibberish because he'd probably be sobbing so you have no choice but to calm him down first or get out of the room annoyed. He'd try to explain himself as best as he could, and would be really frustrated at himself for crying later because he knew he was really hard to understand. After you two reconciled he would shower you with "sorry"s and hugs, and you have to assure him that you're not mad anymore or else he'll either hate himself or start crying again

Cho Seungyeon

Like Yohan, it was rare to get in a fight with Seungyeon because he was always playful, but when he does get mad, it was bad for you because you two would be so frustrated trying to get your point across each other. Because fighting was unusual for the both of you, you two would get so stressed immediately to the point he'd just say "let's just...drop this" and you would. He'd probably change topics and act like nothing happened, then once you two are relaxed and chill hours later he'd probably bring up the fight again and explain himself, letting you do so for yourself as well. You two would then smile or laugh at yourselves and at each other for being so lamely heated, resulting in even more thinner chances of getting into a fight next time.

Son Dongpyo

It wasn't hard to pick a fight with Dongpyo, you two would be consistently bantering. But when it becomes serious, Dongpyo would be someone you really don't want to be in a feud with. He'd be sarcastic and a bit mouthy, snapping remarks/comebacks at your way as often as he can—if he's really riled up you wouldn't even get the chance to talk. Obviously he wouldn't be discreet when rolling his eyes or huffing at you, especially when mocking the words you've just said or the thing you just did. Sometimes he becomes too much you end up crying and because of this, he'll feel guilty and stop. If it's his fault he'll probably go and apologise to you, saying how he "really didn't want to go that hard on you but he wasn't able to control himself(you understand of course, so you forgive him)". Says the line, "You know that I didnt mean those, right?" more often than you think

Cha Junho

Like Wooseok, he'd be terrifyingly silent throughout. In the middle of the fight, he'll try to speak of his side once but if he gets cut off, he won't bother explaining anymore and just stay silent until you finish and then leave. Will give you the silent treatment, but not to the point where he doesn't come if you text or call him for his help or whatever, or if he lives with you, he'll not go far as to leave the house for his friends'. He'll just ignore you, continue with his life like nothing had happened. This would cause you to get guilty/ticked off because he doesn't show hostility towards you, instead, he acts like he doesn't care. So in the end you'll be approaching him and apologizing, and when he thinks your apology is sincere, he will now explain his side calmly.

Nam Dohyon

(Do you really want to fight this child?)

Dohyon was your typical teenager. You two would probably have a huge fight because of something stupid(probably) and you two would both ignore each other for God knows how long. For him, it's better to ignore you when you two start raising your voices at each other, because one, you two might say words that you'll eventually regret saying later, and two, it's really bothersome and is causing him a lot of stress. Making up with Dohyon is hard and weird because he's really really vague and will come off as someone who'd be better off without you(when in reality, he isn't) because he preferred it if the one who'll apologize first is you. And then, it's weird because it's kind of like an unsaid thing. Like maybe, you'd be ignoring each other for three days and then he just messages you about a meme he saw and then you'll reply and y'all would be ok again like nothing ever happened, which of course, confuses other people a lot

Lee Hangyul

When he's mad, he'll stay silent while you throw your words at him, until maybe he reaches his breaking point and he justs snaps at you loudly, to the point where his voice overpowers yours so you won't be able to continue what you're saying and downright shut up. Because of this, you end up getting terrified to the point where when he scratches his nape irritably, you'll flinch, thinking that he'll hit you. When he notices this, though, he'll feel really bad and maybe apologize later when everything settles down.

Kang Minhee

He'd be mad but will never lose his cool. He's more level-headed than you think. While you two are in an argument, he'd be silent as you lash your side out to him(maybe casually chime in), and after you've had your fill, he'll then now start talking in a monotone about his side. Because of his way of arguing fights with him wouldn't actually last long, no matter how big. It's because it would also be a way for him to discuss the conflict and actually make out a solution. There wouldn't be no crying, hugging, or whatever because nobody got hurt in the first place, no one has said anything too bad about each other.

Lee Eunsang

Would be like Dongpyo, but like, less agressive/ruthless. Sure, he'd be rolling his eyes and visibly showing disinterest in what you're saying if he's feeling really petty. Maybe throw in a few sarcasm here and there but not to the point where he'll make you cry. He'll know when to stop, because he's only like this when he knows he's [right]. If he's in the wrong, then he'll not be too petty, he'll just say "ok sorry" after what you say and it's too brief and hushed you'll think that it's sarcasm, and that would result to misunderstanding and another fight. Making up with him isn't hard, it's either you or him approach each other with a [back]hug later, with words starting with,"I'm sorry baby, I--"

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The Art of Love: Chapter 13

Fandom: She Ra (2018)

Ship: Glimadora 

Summary: Glimmer finally answers Adora’s text and gets to spend some quality Mom-Daughter time with Angella because they deserve it 😤

Warnings (for this chapter): Some descriptions of anxious thoughts (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: Updates have really slowed down on this fic simply due to the current conditions of the world but I’m very excited for the future of this fic and I appreciate your continued support through all the ups and downs 🖤🖤 Love you all 🖤✨

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Hey I was wondering how you were? Lmao I sound like a grandma but really. You seemed kinda out of it today and I wanted to make sure you were doing alright (it’s probably cuz I kept you up working on the dumb project all night lol) so yeah just wanted to check in cuz we didn’t really get to talk today :)

The first thing that struck Glimmer about the text was the fact that Adora had written her an entire paragraph. The second thing that hit her was that the entire said paragraph was all basically to ask how she was. It was silly and overly concerned and so very Adora. Nobody else would do something so sweet and manage to make it so ridiculous at that same time.

A wave of relief washed over Glimmer. So Adora wasn’t asking about Elizabeth and hadn’t mentioned anything about Glimmer’s crush. Glimmer could remain safe in her little bubble as long as Adora stayed within her own lines of ignorance. That would only last so long, however. For all she knew, that bubble had already popped.

Glimmer realized with a start that it was quite possible that Adora was simply leading up to that point, too polite to confront her right off the bat. Just wanted to check in... we didn’t really get to talk today.

Either Adora actually was just asking her what was up, or she wanted to “talk” to her. Glimmer wasn’t sure which option was more terrifying. Given how their past conversations had gone, Glimmer had absolutely no confidence in her ability to talk to anyone, let alone to someone she was crushing on- let alone to Adora.

She chewed her lip for a second, unsure of what to do. If Adora was still clueless and she started confessing to something Adora was completely unaware of, it would be worse than Elizabeth confessing it for her.

She thought of Adora, chilling at home, probably working away on some assignment like the nerd that she was. Glimmer started giggling at the idea of Adora pausing for a moment because she got a text and it was just Glimmer screaming: YES I HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON YOU EVERYTHING ELIZABETH SAID WAS TRUE ALSO WOULD YOU LIKE TO RUN AWAY WITH ME AND START A SHEEP FARM IN THE NETHERLANDS???

Yeah, ok so that option was not going to happen. She should probably just play it cool, like a normal person texting their normal friend. Her brain felt the need to interject: Yeah right- “normal person,“ that’s you. The little voice continued: “Normal friend”- that’s a funny way to put it.

Suddenly another wave hit Glimmer, and this one felt like an entire brick wall crumbing on top of her. Except it was good. It felt soft and warm and made Glimmer feel like maybe, just maybe, things would be ok. The sensation spread up from her toes and erupted in her chest until it reached the very tips of her fingers. It made her stretch her legs out and reach backwards with her arms until they were fully extended because it filled her heart up so much, she couldn’t contain it all in her small form.

Because even if Glimmer wasn’t as close to Adora as she wanted, they were friends. At least, that’s where things were hopefully pointing to. Was it perfect? No. Was it everything Glimmer wanted and more? Obviously not. But was it good? God, yes. It was something Glimmer had never thought was possible; it was something she had been actively trying not to pursue out of the conviction that it would all go wrong and she would get hurt. But this didn’t hurt. Not in the slightest.

Riding on the euphoria, she typed out a quick response:

I’m good. And yeah sorry I was pretty tired today lol Weaver has destroyed my sleep schedule. Also you sound like you ACTUALLY want me to talk to you?? How absolutely scandalous???

Glimmer let her feet swing back and forth, heels kicking against the side of her mattress. Tiny little bubbles of hope kept rising up towards her head because this was almost- very, nearly maybe- a step forward. A step towards being a little more than friends with Adora. Ha, this isn’t a step towards anything. You’re not going to get anywhere with her. Getting this high off the ground just means it’ll hurt more when this cloud dissolves under your feet. Because that’s exactly what this is- you’re letting yourself rely on cotton candy daydreams and sooner or later they’re going to dissolve beneath you.

Glimmer shook the negative thoughts off and switched conversations to scroll through the memes Bow had sent her. They were undoubtedly funny but she hardly registered the images; she had other things to be happy about.

Bow was probably going to annoy her about this later but Glimmer couldn’t resist the urge to gush:

BOW BOW BOW

SHE’S TEXTING ME

LIKE A FRIEND

ASKING ME HOW I AM

OOO???

Glimmer grinned at Bow’s quick response but she knew the real reason she was smiling.

I knoooooooow. I so happy

So you still think she hates you?

Her grin faltered for a moment before returning, slightly weaker than it had been before.

BLEH why’d you have to bring that upppppp

And I don’t know? Maybe she doesn’t hate me but she doesn’t have any reason NOT to

Glimmer i love you but you can be SO DENSE sometimes

She DOES have a reason not to hate you?? Maybe it’s possible that she thinks you’re smart and funny and talented? I don’t know tho- I’m just throwing stuff out here. Also she might actually LIKE you maybe as a friend,,, maybe more ;)

Glimmer snorted at Bow’s ranting. He was sweet and a far better friend than she could ever rationalize deserving. But he was high off his own optimistic ideals.

There is definitely nothing “more” I don’t even think we’re officially friends yet. More like uuuuhh acquaintances with benefits

OHOHO???

Glimmer immediately regretted her word choice, laughing as she buried her face in her hands.

NOT LIKE THAT. PERVERT.

She waited for Bow’s answer, laughing quietly at their ridiculous conversation. As the little dots marched to indicate Bow’s typing, a buzz and flag altered Glimmer that Adora had responded.

She texted back gotta go

Switching once more to her and Adora’s conversation, the first thing Glimmer found herself marveling at was her own stupidity. The giddy feeling that had been all-consuming now faded away as she reread her message. It sounded clingy and overly confident. It definitely felt worthy of the cringe the shuddered through her body and made her want to curl up in a ball. What had her euphoric-high brain been trying to do? Flirt? If so, she had desperately failed.

Still in embarrassed pain, she moved on to Adora’s message:

How many times do I have to tell you YES I want to talk to you.

But there was something in particular I wanted to talk to you about

The second part made Glimmer’s blood run cold. Adora continued typing but she didn’t dare respond, too frozen to type. All the stars that had been floating in her eyes crashed around her. So she did know. So Glimmer’s worst fears were reality. And there was nothing she could do about it now. After an eternity, Adora’s message finally jumped onto Glimmer’s screen.

It’s about this morning. Well and today. And last night. Kinda. I just feel like I might have made you uncomfortable last night, like I was being really clingy so then this morning I felt really awkward and I’m sorry if I came off as cold or anything. And then in class you seemed all tense and I was just wondering if I had crossed some lines or anything?

Glimmer could have sworn she heard a record scratch in her head, nearly getting whiplash from reading Adora’s message. The situation kept switching so quickly; as soon as she got one foot on the rug, it would be pulled out from under her and she would look down and it turn out she had been standing on raft in the middle of the ocean the entire time.

She squinted to reread the message one more time and gave a breathy laugh when she had determined she had read it correctly the first time. Adora was the one that thought she had crossed lines? It was ridiculous. It seemed so unrealistic, Glimmer nearly slipped into her original thinking of Adora. If only she hadn’t been forced to see that nuclear core that made up that crazy blonde. That would have made everything so much easier. She could just brush the whole message as a ploy to gain sympathy. But know she had to know better. Now, she had to acknowledge that Adora was being completely sincere.

Glimmer had no idea how to respond. Adora was being completely open, completely vulnerable; and it was terrifying. It was almost worse than when she was wrapped up in doubt. It was the difference between not knowing why someone was ill and knowing exactly what was wrong- all while being expected to find the solution. Except Glimmer wasn’t a doctor. She had no cure for the situation.

She forced confidence, pushing away all her question just long enough to respond.

Are you going to make a habit of sending me essays?

She immediately regretted how cold she sounded and hurriedly began trying to remedy the conversation.

I’m sorry but really you’re fine. I didn’t mind you... if I came across as stiff or weird about anything it’s just because I’m not really used to people getting that close that quickly

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the complete truth either, but it was close enough for now.

oh god I’m really sorry

What no?? I just said it was fine??

Still... that really sounds like I made you uncomfortable

Glimmer let out a sigh. She never thought she’d find herself trying to convince someone she was becoming increasingly infatuated with that it was ok to be close with her. It sounded strange when she thought about, but there was something endearing about how Adora barreled her way into Glimmer’s life and was now trying tiptoe out of the china shop.

I was a little surprised that’s all. You’re all good

Really? Even after I said I would kill weaver in class today?? You didn’t think that was weird??!

No lmao again I was a bit surprised but I mostly thought it was funny

You sure about that

Yep 100%

If you were in person right now you would hear me go hmmmmmmm

Glimmer snorted quietly out of her nose; Adora made her laugh at the stupidest things. She was entirely convinced that she would never be as funny as Adora, but she hoped she could bring her at least just a little bit of happiness.

Yeah well if you were in person right now you would see me roll my eyes and yell at you to stop being dumb

A shallow pain spread across Glimmer’s chest, a coat of lead paint over her heart; milky indigo weighing her down. If only Adora’s casual jokes were a reality. If only she were face to face with Adora. If only Adora’s face was inches from her own and quickly coming closer. Glimmer’s hands ached to run through Adora’s hair and her ears cried to hear Adora’s voice. She didn’t want to look anywhere if it wasn’t into the storm of Adora’s eyes. Her throat was hoarse from emotion but she would sing if it meant she could bear witness once more to the way Adora wove melodies out of the air.

Glimmer sat up as if startled from a dream. This- this, oh no. Oh shit. This has gone much too far. You should have stopped this before it even started. How did you even let this happen?

Glimmer had know Adora was beautiful since she saw her on the first day of school. Ignoring her and twisting her into some villain had made it a simple thing to deal with, but she couldn’t ignore the iceberg once her Titanic had begun sinking. And now she was officially sunk, water far above her head and no hope of survival to be seen.

There was a sliver of Glimmer- some crazy little fraction of her mind that had to scream to be heard- that just wanted to rip the band aid off. She wanted to stop giving all the power to other people. If someone was going to tell Adora that Glimmer had hopelessly fallen for her, it might as well come from the source.

She looked down at her phone, suddenly aware that Adora had responded.

Hey I gotta go I just wanted to check that we were ok! I’m glad you don’t mind me lmao

Glimmer took a deep breath, making an attempt to gather her thoughts. It was a hopeless effort, her mind fragmented across the room. Did Adora really worry that Glimmer “minded” her? Was there in way to describe the burning that struck in her chest whenever Adora gave her one of those soft grins- that dull ache that constricted her heart and seeped through her ribs. How could she ever reassure Adora she could never be bothersome when every one of her actions struck Glimmer with wonder? How could she even attempt to say such a thing with revealing everything, admitting her mind’s greatest fear? How could she try to convince Adora of something that she couldn’t even admit to herself.

Because the answer was quite simple. She loved Adora. Deeply and painfully. But no matter how perfect Adora was, it still felt dangerous to love her. To Glimmer, it was just as good as putting a target on her back. It was like saying HEY EVERYONE!! I’M ALREADY WEIRD AND SO SO DIFFERENT FROM YOU AND NOW I’M PUTTING THAT ON DISPLAY!

Glimmer was being pulled apart. She knew she shouldn’t show her affection to Adora. But she knew just as deeply and far more truly that she loved Adora- and keeping that inside of her would break her heart.

She threw or phone and thoughts (momentarily) aside, flopping backwards on her bed. Her body bounced slightly from the force of throwing herself down and it only added to the sensation that her head was floating away. There was just too much to tackle right now. Glimmer could tell from the growing pressure on her head that if she kept picking it all apart, the pressure would quickly shift; it would tighten around her lungs, making it hard to breathe and squeezing what she couldn’t force down to pour down her face.

Glimmer took a deep breath, through her nose and out her mouth- once, twice, three times, she lost count as she focused solely on the rhythm she was creating. These past few days had been chaotic and exhausting and good part of that had been created by her. She was tired. Her brain felt heavy as gravity retook control over her head. In fact, her whole body felt heavy; she was sinking deeper into her mattress with every exhale.

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When Glimmer woke up, the last hues of dusk just barely reached her window. It was obvious that the night had happily creeped onwards while she had slept. She must have been out for at least an hour.

Down the hall, she could hear voices of some TV show her mom was watching as they flickered out of the speakers.

Glimmer opened her door, peaking around the frame and looking down the hall. She could just see the top of her mother’s pastel hair above the top of the couch. In front of her, what looked like Hell’s Kitchen was playing. Glimmer was somewhat amazed that she had been able to sleep through Gordon Ramsey’s yelling.

She walked towards the living room and sat down next to Angella on the couch. She was asleep, hair mussed up in the back as she leaned up against the cushions. Glimmer felt a wave of affection wash over her. Whatever happened at school, whatever happened with Adora- hell, whatever happened within herself- she would always love her mother. Sometimes things got in the way of her remembering that.

Glimmer nudged her mom gently in the side, “Hey, wake up.”

Angella stirred, smiling as her gaze fell upon Glimmer, “Hey, dear.”

Glimmer squirmed under her mother’s softness, guilt over how she had acted earlier hitting her, “I’m really sorry. About how I treated you at dinner. I was really rude and nights like this are basically the only time we have together; I shouldn’t waste them being a brat to you.”

“You’re a teenager and we don’t exactly see eye to eye on everything- I expect this sort of thing to happen occasionally.”

“But I-“ Glimmer tried to argue but was cut off.

“But I appreciate you apologizing.”

“Mom!!” Glimmer felt like her mother should have been angrier, should have at least told her off for stomping down to her room as rudely as she had. And she had done it in response to her mom just trying her best to help. That must have hurt.

“Glimmer!!” Angella mirrored her daughter’s exasperation, “You really think I didn’t slam doors and yell and act out when I was your age? I don’t necessarily like it, but a little angsty rebellion is normal. Like I said, I expect some of this.”

“If you say so… just don’t expect to see it often,” Glimmer felt a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. Her mom wasn’t exactly the most relaxed person but she understood Glimmer better than probably anybody else on the planet.

“Good,” Angella reached out and tucked one of Glimmer’s fluffy locks behind her ear, “I prefer when you talk to me instead of just hiding away in your room.”

“Yeah,” Glimmer laughed somewhat nervously because she totally didn’t do exactly that most of the time instead of talking to people.

“So… you want to tell me about that girl now?”

Glimmer tucked herself next to Angella’s side and turned to face the TV where Gordon Ramsey was berating a man for having rats in his kitchen, “No, not yet.”

She felt her mother shrug and smiled as Angella wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Drama could wait. And if she loved Adora? Well, she would deal with that later too.

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Describing Eyes (without Color)

I saw myself in the mirror tonight. I saw my eyes in the mirror tonight and everything else about them. holy shit. i don’t look good. i’m well used to the red-purple coloring under my eyes and it’s usually limited to around the inner corner of my eye but oh my god it GOT WORSE it’s red/purple/and BLUE now. my under eye circles?? (is this the right word for them??) are turning blue and stretching out to the outer corner of my eyes. (I googled it, originally I said eyebags but that’s not what this) but yeah I have not been sleeping well for my entire life and lately I’ve been up until 3 in the morning AND IT SHOWS

I started this post a week ago and then lost momentum and saved it to draft, but the scary sight of my eye circles has me revisiting this. So here it is, describing eyes without color.

Things that make eyes special:

We will all fall into the habit of over describing the color of a character’s eyes, we will all mention rare gemstones and oceans and skies and chocolate and warm and etc.

To be clear, there’s nothing wrong with mentioning the color of your character’s eyes, but there are a bunch of other cool details you can add into describing eyes that tell more than just color.

Read More about Describing Eyes without Color Below

Details about health, age, and wellbeing

the thin creases at the corners, hints of wrinkles yet to come, years yet to live, but signs of a life well lived and far from over

The purple and red shadows wrapping around tired eyes, this poor person has been working so hard and trying their absolute best and the thing they need most in this world is a full night’s rest

when the skin of their eyelids is so thin and pale you can’t help but see the spiderweb network of purple veins. They look almost frail with eyes like that

the foggy color in the eyes of the elderly, cataracts that build up with time and age

half-open eyelids, eyes that slowly blink and nearly close before snapping open, god they look so tired

dilated pupils from drug use

mismatching pupils after a concussion or head trauma

the whites of the eyes may be read from recently smoking weed

the whites of their eyes are yellow from jaundice or other liver failures

the skin around their eyes is puffy/baggy (other poor health issues)

eyes are shaking/dancing from a condition called nystagmus, which is a condition common with people with vision loss/eye conditions. I don’t have it but Molly Burke does. Here’s a link to a video she made about it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBB8nIz9FW0

Here’s a basic article of nystagmus to add to it: https://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/nystagmus.htm

side note I like allaboutvision’s website for a lot of simplified explanation of vision conditions and they were a huge help to me in research about my illness. Look for multiple sources always in your research

Details about emotion in the eyes

eyelashes matted together and damp with tears

irritated, red tear ducts from too much crying and rubbing

smudged makeup from crying

sloppy makeup because they were in a hurry to get out the door (were they late to work and panicking? Were they late to a date and too excited/nervous to check their makeup?)

the wideness and bright eagerness or surprise, waiting for something big, especially in children

eyes squint shut when people laugh or smile widely sometimes. I have a character with a specific smile like this that most other characters don’t have.

Some people can have a sort of dead/empty look in their eyes, something vacant. Lights off, nobody home. Reasons for this might be: drug/alcohol use, disassociation due to mental illness (early/mid/post anxiety attack? flashback? depression? distress?) or due to grief. It could be due to emotional or medical shock. (those two are very different and you should definitely know what medical shock is if you write about anything traumatic happening to your characters, especially when third parties like cops and medical personnel get involved)

People’s eyes could be “dead looking” because they’re at a point of mental exhaustion, such as a dead-end job sucking the life and energy out of them or because they’ve been up too late studying for a test they feel hopeless for

Details about the character themselves

the color of their eye makeup can say so much about a person’s style. Imagine someone in a hospital gown but with dark eyeshadow and dark purple lipstick, that bit of personal style that can’t be erased by the anonymity of a hospital gown

their eyes are obscured from a scratched, smudged pair of glasses that are several years old now. Are the glasses really that old or are they a bit careless with their glasses and accumulate scratches quickly?

their makeup and glasses compliment each other, they wanted to look nice and put in effort

Actions used with the eyes

Characters roll their eyes when they’re amused or finding a joke not funny or are annoyed with another character. Eye rolling can be very expressive

Eyes drift and fix to one spot when someone is daydreaming, rarely moving from that space (in my experience. My and my dad both have been asked about staring by my mom for this)

Some characters are horrible with eye contact and this can involve many reasons. It is common in autistic people, but it’s also pretty common for autistic people to make too much eye contact to compensate/seem normal. (they shouldn’t have to compensate/seem normal/make themselves uncomfortable for social convention, but whatever)

Or someone might have anxiety and in social situations eye contact is bad

They grew up being abused by an adult or authority figure and eye contact could have resulted in angering their abuser, or refusing to give eye contact could have angered their abuser. Think this over with any of your abused characters and decide where they fall in that.

I (sometimes) struggle to make eye contact with people I’m dating or have a crush on, that’s just personal experience but not all of my life experiences can be that unique, really, not that special

Characters who are nervous and/or in dangerous situations will flicker their eyes between different people in the situation, with a higher focus on possible threats

someone might be good at hiding when they jump from surprise or suppress a flinch, but their eye twitches because evolution and the human body can’t stand the idea of their eyes being hurt... (well aren’t you just a defiant shit giving evolution the middle finger, I think to myself, blind and doing ~just fine, thank you~ with your vision impairment/disability... sorry, I just love pointing out the irony)

eyes can stay pinned to someone specific because they’re worried about that person, whether it’s because that other person is obviously injured or ill or mentally/emotionally distressed. 

They might stare/watch that person because they are the true threat in the group. 

It might be because that person is enigmatic and your character can’t quite figure them out. It might be because your character is in love with that other person or has a strong crush on them and wants to see and observe every moment of that person’s life

eyes can be calmly shut during meditation

eyes will twitch behind closed lids during REM sleep (research this too) but your characters won’t likely notice unless they’re looking closely

or what if that person is pretending to be asleep but their eyes aren’t moving like that and someone notices

words words words words words...

Some simple one word explanations for eyes so you can be quick/brief in your descriptions (you don’t need to be super descriptive of everyone’s eyes, just when it matters to your character or plot)

Eyes are-

kind, calm, tired, sleepy, weary, sad, haunting, agonized, lonely, happy, energetic, lively, empty, wrinkled, squinting, suspicious, flickering, flighty, angry, furious, fiery, regretful, tearful, crying, wandering, loving, worried, distant, vacant

I feel I should go back to my “How Observant Are Your Characters” post, because knowing how observant your characters are or what their critical thinking skill to interpret the things they see will help you decide what your characters should notice about a person’s eyes and what they should not notice.

How Observant are Your Characters? https://mimzy-writing-online.tumblr.com/post/185322857894/how-observant-are-your-characters

(It’s occurring to me that it’s getting late ~ha, I’m living up to my blog header of late night writing advice~ and that I should be sleeping if I want any improvement on my over-all sleep deprivation issues (I don’t care about the eye circles as much as the needing sleep to not die or lose my sanity bit) so I’ll end it here

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INVOLVED: Gail Weston and Casey Rose @casey-hq

DATE & TIME: 14 August, 2019

LOCATION: Casey’s apartment

SUMMARY: Kisses and cuddles I guess.

WARNINGS: None.

Gail had been trying to distract herself from the fact that she was texting Casey by scrolling through Tumblr for some mindless stupid memes. It's not like she's staring at her phone waiting for a reply. Pfftt, that's absurd, Gail Weston doesn't wait for anyone's text. She thought as she tried very hard not to swipe down from the top centre screen to check for another notification. It was stupid, putting her phone on Do Not Disturb when she's trying to text someone - and she never puts her phone on DND! So when Casey replied, finally, it only took her ten minutes and twenty two seconds, not that Gail was counting, it unnerved Gail to another level. It was dumb to pretend she wasn't nervous, but at this point in time, Gail might as well be dumb. 

She yelled at the bedroom and told Connor that she was going out and practically burst out the door. So here she is, standing in front of Casey's door, wearing a pair of bunny slippers and not knowing what the fuck she was doing there. How dare Casey text her and basically order her to come over? Gail was an independent woman who takes order from nobody. Not to mention she was smoking hot and had people lining up vying for her attention. Who does Casey think she was? OKAY, so Casey might also be stupidly hot and cute, like who the fuck allowed someone to be both hot and cute at the same time? Gail glared at the door as though it had personally offended her. She should just leave, she had no business being here. What did she even wanted to get out of this? A kiss? Maybe? Probably? Most definitely? So instead of moving, Gail just allowed herself to stand in front of a door in the middle of a corridor, looking like an idiot.

Things with Gail had proven to be a little complicated and very confusing. One moment they were fine, talking like the acquaintances that they were about a month ago. Then she slapped Marley and everything got turned upside down and in a fit of overprotectiveness and rage, Casey had retaliated and had slapped Gail - though she’d immediately felt horrible for it. Then they’d become... friends, somewhat. Casey loved to bother her and buy her lunch, stealing glances when Gail wasn’t looking and noticing the faintest hint of a smile, especially when she hung out with Nala. It was different from her usual demeanor - serious, a frown and furrowed brows. Gail seemed lighter and carefree, and Casey couldn’t help but wonder how often she actually looked and felt like that. 

And then Gail kissed her. It was nice, of course, her lips were soft and the brunette was offensively gorgeous. No one should be that attractive; it truly was offensive. Gail had avoided her afterward and Casey had an inkling as to why, especially since Gail had been intoxicated when it happened. Casey wanted to do it again, of course. Sober. So when she texted Gail that she was free, she half expected Gail to say maybe another time, but she didn’t. And by the looks of Nala’s perked ears, tilted head and curious sniffing, someone was outside her door. Casey waited for Gail to open the door, sitting down on the couch and wondering how long it would take. I don’t bite she texted Gail after a few minutes, then added, Unless you want me to.

Gail had given up on keeping her phone on DND when she kept checking it for the umpteenth time back when she was still at Connor's. It might've been a giant mistake on her part because when it pinged for a new incoming message, Gail knew she was busted before she even checked who it was from. Looking down at the texts, she wanted to curse Casey's name right there and then. No, actually, scratch that, she wanted to punch this stupid door and then maybe punch Casey because she's probably sporting some infuriating smirk right now. But then again, her face was too pretty, so maybe not. 

Grumbling lowly to herself about the unfairness of this whole situation, she grind down on her teeth, stiffen her shoulders and spine, took a hell of a deep breath, and...… 

Couldn't do it. 

Gail jabbed at her phone and sent a message to Casey, because she started this, so she might as well see it through - not Gail.

‘come open ur stupid door 😠’

Although Casey wanted to remind Gail that she'd left her door open and she could just come in, she decided to go easy on the brunette, quirking an eyebrow at the adorable use of the angry emoji and gently placing her phone face down on the coffee table. Was Gail Weston nervous, perhaps? A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips at the thought, feeling as if it was some sort of ego boost even though there was no confirmation about whether or not that was the case. Was it unusual to wonder what Gail was wearing? Was she still wearing one of her work pant suits, or had she changed into something significantly more comfortable? Was she sporting the same look as the emoji, annoyed with Casey even though the blonde technically hadn't done anything... yet. 

 When she finally opened the door, she was met with the brunette still standing at her door, her phone in hand and looking somewhat... flustered? Or was she actually nervous? Casey wasn't sure. "I told you I don't bite" she smirked, moving a bit to the side so Gail would come into her apartment. She couldn't stop thinking about kissing her dumb lips, but she figured it was best to do it behind closed doors and not in the middle of the hall.

The moment the door opened, Gail glared up at the offending blonde on the other side. How dare she look so beautiful even at night. This should be illegal. This is more of a threat to her safety than a broken glass bottle. She had almost stuck her tongue out at Casey when she got cheeky. Unbelievable. 

Clad in a loose flow-y chemise and some Capri length tights, which probably worth more than Casey's monthly salary, Gail huffed her way into the apartment; making sure to shoot the blonde another glare for good measure. 

Once inside, the first thing Gail did was to greet Nala and picked her up for a hug. The little puppy doesn't deserve her ire, she only deserve happiness and cuddles and scratches. Turning on her heel, she pursed her lips and looked on at Casey. "I'm here, now what?"

Casey, of course, had eyes and she couldn't help but check Gail out as she walked into her apartment - smirking because she'd definitely noticed that glare that had been shot her way. Honestly, fucking sue her for checking out her ass in those tights. Biting back a chuckle, she closed the door behind them and watched as Gail picked up Nala, eyebrow quirked as her demeanor changed... somewhat. She was still a little wary and a little defensive, almost using Nala as a shield. 

Shaking her head, Casey gently took Nala from her arms and softly placed her on her bed, giving her belly rubs before she made her way back to Gail. "Now what?" she asked, repeating what Gail had asked. She took a step close to her, slightly amused at their height difference. It wasn't much, but it was still noticeable, especially in an instance like this. "Do you want to do this?" she questioned quietly, wondering if she was still into it. The whole point of it was that Casey wanted to do this sober so there were no regrets; she was just curious if Gail still felt the same.

Gail almost whined when Casey took Nala away from her. But instead, she crossed her arms and looked forlornly at the puppy. This is animal cruelty. Humans are animals, and Gail's a human - most of the time, when she's sober and awake. Now that Gail's without her Nala buffer, she's feeling a little self conscious. What exactly did she expect to get out of coming to Casey's apartment? Did she just wanted to talk? What would they even talk about?Clearly not about her activities last weekend. Does Gail really want to talk about kissing Casey? Sure, the blonde is cute and pretty, and for fuck's sake, why does she even have to smell nice too, and it's a no brain-er that Gail would want to kiss those sweet lips again. 

So what's it going to be, Gail Weston? She challenged herself as Casey stepped closer to her. Gail might have to tilt her head slightly upward to look at Casey in the eyes, but she has the bigger personality here, and the bigger presence. Damn this beautiful tree of a woman. "Do... what are we doing?" She said sidestepping the topic of the night.

Casey quirked an eyebrow, wondering if she now had the upper hand. Sure, it wasn't a game, per se, but Casey loved being in charge and right now... well, she felt that she was. "What did we talk about doing?" she whispered, taking another step toward Gail and softly cupping her cheek with her right hand. She frowned, knowing that she'd hurt her there a month ago due to her feeling anger toward her, having flashbacks to Marley being bullied and Casey fighting the girls who'd hurt her. Marley was too pure and too gentle; she didn't believe in physical violence, but she'd cry at their words and Casey wasn't above hurting them for what they'd done to her. To Casey, it'd been like that - Gail had hurt Marley, so Casey had to retaliate by hurting Gail. Unfortunately, Gail had been hurt in the process as well and as Casey softly ran her thumb along her cheekbone, she silently apologized for the role she'd played in that situation. 

"I want to kiss you" Casey admitted as her blue eyes bore into Gail's, the faintest of smiles had pulled at the corners of her lips. "And if you don't stop me in the next five seconds, I'm gonna do it. I'm giving you an out. You can say no. But if you don't..." she trailed off, the smile now morphing into her signature smirk.

Gail furrowed her brows and continued to stare at Casey. She was severely at a disadvantage here. She's already shown her hand of wanting to kiss Casey, and then she willingly came over to her place all because of... what exactly? She knew better than to be tempted by handsome men and pretty ladies, so what makes this so different? Maybe it's because this infuriating woman shares the same face as Marley Rose -- who was also to knock Gail's world out of kilter? That couldn't possibly be it. It'll have to be something about Casey... But while Gail was trying to figure out the reason why she's so intrigued and captivated by Casey, said blonde was now literally inches away from her face. Now all she could focus on was the gentle caress of her cheek and those lips right in front of her. 

Fluttering her eyelashes, Gail didn't move an inch. She wasn't going to stop Casey but she's also not going to be the one to make the first move this time. Once was enough, and it didn't even went all that well. She flitted her gaze between Casey's eyes and lips before settling onto just looking straight at her, trying to disguise the fact that her heart was beating overtime in her chest and that as of this moment, she wants nothing more than the promised kiss.

Five seconds passed and Gail hadn't moved, she wasn't stopping Casey, she wasn't doing anything but waiting for Casey to make the first move. This was something that the blonde was more than okay with - she enjoyed being in charge of these situations, so she was glad that she did have the upper hand here. Her smirk grew as the seconds continued to pass, adding to the anticipation and Gail's wait. Finally, her eyes drifted from Gail's eyes down to her lips, her hand continuing to cup her cheek. She was still waiting, taking her time before she finally leaned in and captured Gail's lips with hers.

It started out soft and gentle... a lot like the kiss they'd shared a couple of days ago while Gail was inebriated. But it was also different because this time, Casey was kissing her... and quite possibly letting out the softest of moans as the kiss gradually became a little more hungry and Casey's other hand found Gail's waist and she quickly pulled her body flush against hers. The height difference didn't bother her, but there was a part of her that wanted to take this to the couch. Who wouldn't want a hot girl on top of them, right?

To say Gail was tense when Casey pressed her lips against her own was an understatement. But it only took a moment before her eyes shut responsively where she sighed and relaxed into it. She had let out a soft moan when Casey pulled her tightly into her arms, she only made her appreciation known by deepening the kiss. It was far too soon before the contact was gone and Gail was left reeling from it. With her eyes opened again, there was Casey looking at her with that same stupid grin on her face. 

Gail had no idea that a similar but albeit more demure smile was also painted on her own face.

Casey bit back a grin when they pulled away and she'd caught Gail smiling. Eyebrow quirked in curiosity and slight amusement - and slight cockiness as well - Casey grabbed Gail's hand in hers and led them to the couch where she sat down and looked up at Gail. Tilting her head, she challenged Gail, wanting to continue this here and now. "C'mere" she whispered, smirking, challenging her to straddle her or to at least sit down next to her. The night was still young and though this hadn't been on her plans at all at the beginning of the night - really, this hadn't been on her radar due to how Gail had been avoiding her, she couldn't help but want just this for the rest of it. 

"C'mere" she repeated with a little more urgency, beckoning for Gail to join her.

Pouting at how she was caught smiling like an idiot, Gail dragged her feet on her way to the couch. She stood between Casey's legs and stared down at the blonde. At the first beckon, Gail folded her lips over her teeth and shook her head. It shouldn't be this easy to get Gail to surrender to someone, so she's going to do everything she can to make it difficult. But God, it is hard. When Casey repeated once more, Gail stood contemplatively for a moment before she kneel on the couch, effectively straddling Casey. She kept her weight on her knees whilst she place her arms on Casey's shoulder. "I'm not a dog." She said lowly, looking down at Casey.

Gail could be a little stubborn, a little difficult, so Casey couldn't help but grin triumphantly when she finally relented and knelt on the couch. Gail was almost straddling her - almost, but not quite. "I never said you were" Casey smirked, enjoying the position they were currently in, but wanting to feel Gail's weight on her. Keeping her eyes locked on Gail's, she placed her hand on her waist then slowly moved it to her ass, gently guiding her so that she would be more comfortable on top of her. "I just wanted you on top of me, is that a crime?" she asked cheekily, her other hand tucking a strand of hair behind Gail's ear. "Are you going to punish me?"

Casey needs to die. That's it, that's all there is. But if she wants to play then it's only fair that Gail gets to join in on the fun, Gail refuses to be toyed with like a pet's toy. She leaned her head forward as though she's going in for another kiss but just as their faces were only millimeters apart, she stopped. "It's not punishments if you enjoy them," She nipped at Casey's bottom lip. "So why should I bother?" Gail pulled away and promptly sat down onto Casey with as much force as she can possibly muster. With her hands now resting at the nape of Casey's neck, she played with the shorter tendrils of hair there. "I hate you."

"True" Casey acquiesced with a nod, adding, "there are more than a few punishments that I'm pretty sure you'd enjoy." Though she loved that Gail was feeling comfortable enough to tease her - especially when she nipped at her lip - Casey was itching to take control of the situation. She would be nice, though, and allow Gail to think she had the upper hand for the time being. "You don't hate me" she shook her head, sitting up and leaning forward, both of her hands now on Gail's waist, "you just hate that you love this as much as you do." Casey pressed her lips to Gail's neck then her jaw, "And that you couldn't leave right now even if you actually wanted to because you want this as much as I do."

Instinctively, Gail tilted her head away to allow Casey more access. She hates Casey, so much. So freaking much. So she may be just a little into this whole thing that they're doing, but it's only because... because Gail is trying to erase the fact that Connor was her latest sex partner; that's all. Biting at the corner of her lip, Gail kept quiet instead of replying. She wasn't going to give rise to the bait, Casey can say whatever she wants, it doesn't mean it's true. Instead, for retaliation, Gail gave a sharp tug with the hand that's currently entangled in the golden locks.

Casey dragged her teeth along Gail's soft skin, only nipping the base of her neck gently before pressing a few kisses along her jaw. Gail was clearly flustered due to how she'd reacted, her hair being pulled at as Casey continued teasing. She hummed in appreciation, looking up at Gail with a smirk that let her know this was just the beginning. "You can keep doing that" she said, moving her hands to her ass and squeezing, "just know that I like it." She was in control, as per usual. She was the one in charge, just the way she liked it. But because of that, because of what Gail had done in retaliation, she wasn't going to kiss her just yet. Instead, she continued to tease her jaw, slowly moving toward her ear and whispering to Gail that she liked it rough.

"Fuck," Gail breathed out, the tip of her ear redden from embarrassment or arousal, nobody knows. This is going to drive her insane. What is with this girl? Her heart rate is already going through the roof from just the light touches on her neck and jawline. Swallowing heavily, Gail clenched her jaw and pinched the back of Casey's neck. "Stop teasing and just...!" She growled. She didn't want to be the first to give in, but it's starting to look like Casey knew exactly what to do to make Gail give up the remaining shreds of control. While most of the people would assume that Gail loves to be in control during sex, she prefers it the other way around. She's had so much control in her life that she just wanted, no needed, someone else to take the reins in certain parts of her life - that being sex. But in this particular case, she would be damned if she doesn't fight to keep every last sliver of it, no matter how much she wants Casey. It might be a losing fight, but she'll damn well put up a good fight.

"Stop teasing and just...?" Casey repeated, questioning Gail quietly, brow quirked in the most teasing way. She was feeling more than cocky because it seemed as if Gail was slowly losing control and just wanted what Casey was so rudely keeping from her. Gail was anxious to have it, and Casey wanted to keep it from her for just a little bit longer. Her tongue darted out between her lips, slowly trailing up from the base of her throat to her jawline. "What do you want?" she asked, nipping at her skin as she dug her fingers to her side. "Do you want me to kiss you?" she whispered low, "do you want me to bite your lip and pull your hair?" Casey bit her own lip, her hands slowly moving up Gail's back. "What do you want me to do to you, Gail Weston?"

Feeling entirely too uncomfortable and uneasy, Gail shifted on Casey's lap as she felt hands running up her back. She rolled her eyes and leaned in to give Casey a peck on the lips. "You're infuriating." She said resignedly. "Yes, to all of it" It hurts Gail to admit it, to admit defeat in this battle of wits, but it might actually, physically, hurt if she doesn't. "Kiss me already." 

Casey smirked, nodding when Gail said she was infuriating - and she was, she knew she was, she was proud of it, actually. "I am" she admitted, the smirk still prominent on her features, tilting her head upward when Gail gave in to her and admitted she wanted her to kiss her. Casey hummed, pressing a kiss to Gail's jaw, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips. Still, even though Gail had admitted to wanting her and had given in, she was teasing her. "I'll kiss you now." And so she did, capturing Gail's lips with hers and forgetting about the game she'd been playing with Gail for the past few minutes or so. Her hands moved back to Gail's waist, tightening her grip on her as the kiss deepened. This was much better; why hadn't they started it off with Gail on top of her from the get-go?

Kissing Casey, really kissing Casey was an experience. It's not like there are explosions or that it was a life-altering experience, but there were definitely some fireworks lighting up behind her eyelids. Okay, so there were a lot of fireworks but whatever, nobody can judge her. With the way her body melted and relaxed into Casey's embrace, nobody would've believed it that she was high-strung and all rigid seconds before. Gail reveled in the feeling of Casey's lips on hers. They were the softest, plumpest lips she had probably ever kissed this side of college. Whimpering quietly, she opened her mouth which, almost instantaneously, Casey took advantage of.

Not that she didn't like the Gail that she saw often - hard and rough exterior, furrowed brows and a 'don't fuck with me' look on her face - but Casey could tell that she was a lot more relaxed now as she kissed her. Casey's right hand snuck its way under Gail's shirt, ghosting her fingers over the small of her back and slowly up her spine. Not too far, though. She kept her hand in a respectable spot, still ghosting over her skin, daring to move it to her ribs... but that was more than enough for her. She wasn't going to push unless Gail asked her to. Besides, she was happy to just be kissing her, to feel her lips against hers, her tongue. It didn't even matter when their teeth gently knocked against one another's. This felt good. And if Casey really thought about it, if she wasn't so distracted by Gail's lips and tiny noises of approval, she would realize that this was the first time in a while that she wasn't doing anything to make it sexual. This was the first time she was okay with just kissing someone... even though, yes, she did want to switch their positions and lay Gail down on her couch so she could be on top of her. This was fine. Really, this was more than fine.

"Fuck," Gail said quietly as she slowly pulled away from Casey, their noses centimeters away from each other, their lips barely touching. She kept her eyes closed and tried desperately to regulate her breathing and heart rate back to normal again. She's made out with a lot of people, she's had groping sessions like every other girl, but none actually made her feel this much with so little. For Christ's sake, Casey hadn't even touched her breasts yet. "I can't, I can't stay." She finally got out, voice soft and eyes hazy. She was still reeling from the whole making out with Casey thing to really throw back on her usual stoic, snark, and sarcasm façade. So instead, she sat limply on Casey's lap with her arms still circled around Casey's neck.

Casey furrowed her brows when Gail said she couldn't stay, confused at the soft words and the meaning behind them, especially since Gail wasn't making the effort to actually get up and leave. She was still there, on her lap, looking at her in a way that was unlike her usual demeanor. "You don't have to stay" Casey whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Gail's lips then pressing another to her pulse point, "I won't make you stay." She was breathing hard, still reeling from what had transpired just a few seconds earlier... still wanting to kiss Gail. "But I want you to" she admitted, biting her lip a little nervously, "even if we don't keep kissing. We can just go back to my bed and we can lay there. We can sleep. We can cuddle. We can... it doesn't matter what we do." She cupped her cheek with one hand, smiling softly at the brunette, "stay the night. What do you say?"

Gail tried to look frustrated and her usual grumpiness but all she managed was a slight pout of her lower lip. "I can't," she said, devoid of any conviction. It also didn't help that she had made zero effort to move or to get off of Casey's lap. She just sat there and let herself be handled and kissed. "I shouldn't." She said breathlessly this time, what with Casey kissing her neck softly. Gail doesn't push her away, but rather stretched her neck as Casey's mouth traveled upwards. "Maybe." A peck on the corner of her slightly up-tilted lips. It shouldn't be this easy to change her mind, she really shouldn't stay. She had work early tomorrow and she has nothing here, unlike Connor's place. She would literally have to wake up at ass crack of the morning to get home and get changed. But one by one, all the reasons why Gail shouldn't remain at Casey's place were kissed away, peck by peck. Until finally, she relented. "Okay," She rolled her eyes, she couldn't help herself and dove down for another peck, just for good measure. "You don't play fair and you know it."

At first, Gail said 'I can't' and Casey took it as there being an outside reason for her needing to go... whereas when she said 'I shouldn't', it felt more as if there was an internal battle that Gail was fighting against - and losing. So Casey kept pressing soft, gentle kisses on her skin, trying to melt away whatever excuse she had on the tip of her tongue. Casey hummed, not saying anything as she continued to pepper her skin with feather light kisses, both of her hands sliding under her shirt and the tips of her fingers ghosting over her warm skin. Then she kissed her lips - still, though, just small pecks. Not enough to be turned into something hungry and needy, but enough to change Gail's mind. "I know I don't" she grinned her signature grin when Gail finally gave in - her teeth were showing and her eyes and nose were scrunched up, "but I have a feeling you like it." She pressed her lips against the tip of Gail's nose then whispered, "I'm glad you're staying."

Gail wrinkled her nose, not knowing what's the right thing to say at that. Does she say 'you're welcome'? She could, and she probably would've in any other occasion. Her presence is a gift and not many gets the privilege to bask in it. "You have to wake me up tomorrow," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling rather vulnerable all of a sudden. "I have to go back to my place to get changed before work. And I'll have to shower." She continued to list out all the things she needed to do. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I don't like waking up early, and sleeping here means I have to do just that."

Pressing yet another gentle kiss to Gail's lips, Casey tried to wordlessly reassure her that everything would be okay - that she would wake her up early so she could go back to her place (Connor's place?) so she could be able to get to work on time. "You know... Connor's place isn't that far from here, just an elevator ride away. I mean... okay, what time do you usually wake up? I can wake you up ten minutes before that so your schedule is not off kilter." Casey tried to reason with Gail, kissing her softly. "Ten minutes. Five minutes." She paused, then added, "I don't know, I kinda just wanna wake up next to you for real this time. I like holding you, you know."

"Fine, but we'll have to make that ten minutes." Gail sighed. At least this wouldn't be as bad as Connor waking her up at 5 in the morning, or at least she hopes. "My place is a ten minute drive. I don't keep clothes at Connor's." She bent down and stole another kiss. She can at least admit that she likes kissing Casey, even though she might not be entirely too comfortable with sleeping with someone but not sleeping with someone. She's fine with sleeping over for random hookups but to just sleep with someone after kissing them for almost half an hour? That's just... weird. "My legs are falling asleep, so if we're going to keep talking or... you know, we're going to have to move." She placed her hands on Casey's shoulder, trying to push herself up. "Or at least I have to."

Before Casey even attempted to move, she leaned in to give Gail another kiss - deep, but not enough for it to drive her crazy, not enough for her to want to lay her down for more. "Okay" she breathed against Gail's lips once she'd finally pulled away, moving her hands to Gail's ass, squeezing before she moved them to her thighs as she scooted to the edge of the couch. "Let's go to bed, then." And with that she got up, picking Gail up as if she weighed nothing and leading them back to her bedroom like that, with Gail still wrapped around her. "You might be a little overdressed" she smirked as she lay Gail down on her bed, her eyebrow quirked in a cheeky, teasing manner, "you can borrow a t-shirt if you want."

Gail let out a high pitched squeal as she was unceremoniously picked up by Casey. She quickly wrapped her legs and arms around the blonde, trying to make sure that if she does fall, she's bringing Casey down with her. "Oh my God," Gail exhaled once she was safely deposited onto the bed. "You could've warned me!" She pushed at Casey's shoulder and smacked her a few times for good measure. Gail tried to be angry with Casey but just one look at that smiling face killed any chance of that. Rolling her eyes, she stuck her hand out for the aforementioned shirt. "Well? I'm not going to wrinkle this shirt any more than I already have."

"Where's the fun in that?" Casey asked her, the smirk still evident on her features even as Gail pushed and smacked her for doing what she'd done. "Take it off, then" she challenged after pressing one last kiss to Gail's lips, then pulled away from her completely and made her way to her dresser to grab one of the many LA Dodgers t-shirts she'd accumulated ever since moving out to the west coast. Without really thinking, she stripped out of her bottoms and the t-shirt that she'd been wearing, changing into a clean one before making her way back to Gail, Dodgers shirt in hand. "You'll look good in my shirt" she commented, wondering if she should turn around and give her some privacy as she changed, "- I mean, you'd look good in anything." She rolled her eyes, adding a playful "you gorgeous bitch" under her breath.

Sitting on the bed, Gail had the best view of the city. She licked her lips as she watched Casey changed shirts and kicking off her bottoms. Casey might've done it without thinking or awareness for her surrounding, but Gail planned to do it in a very deliberate manner. So when Casey came back, handing over the Dodgers t-shirt, which Gail only mildly snarled at because she was a die hard Mets fan, Gail gripped the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulled it over her head and off. Clad in just her black lace La Perlas, she looked Casey dead in the eye as she reached for the shirt before pulling it on. Not one to sleep with her bra on, she reached under her new shirt and unclasped the back, pulling the straps down her arms, and pulled it out from under her shirt. "Do you have a hanger I can hang these on?" She asked nonchalantly, as though she didn't just deliberately stripped in front of Casey.

There was no way in hell that Casey would turn around now, seeing that Gail was basically putting on a show for her. Biting her lip, Casey watched as she pulled off her blouse, put on the t-shirt she'd been given, then took off her bra and pulled it out from under the shirt. It was done so effortlessly that Casey was left dumbfounded until Gail finally spoke, making Casey nod, dumbfounded at what she'd just witnessed. Like she'd thought before, Gail was offensively attractive. "Yeah... yeah. Yeah. I got it. Yup." She sounded like an idiot and she knew it, but she didn't much care as she grabbed her garments and hung them in her closet. Finally, she made her way back to her bed and laid next to Gail, shaking her head. "You're a tease" she stated, though it was clear it was mere banter, "I like it." She kissed Gail's lips, amused at what she was about to ask. "Are you gonna let me cuddle you and hold you through the night?"

Gail made herself comfortable in the bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. It's weird, sharing a bed with someone who's not her friend and not her sexual partner of the night. When she felt the bed dip next to her, she turned her head and was greeted with a kiss. It's nice, kissing Casey. She wants more of that, for sure. "No" she replied simply, but like before she did nothing that might suggest that contact from Casey is unwelcome. Instead, she turned and lied on her side, facing Casey. If anything that was an encouraging sign that Casey should wrap her arms around Gail and hold her.

When Gail turned so her body was facing hers, Casey couldn't help but tilt her head and smile at her sweetly. Though she'd said no, her actions told a different story. Before she could wrap her arms around her and hold her, though, Casey chose to press her forehead against Gail's, kissing the tip of her nose in a feather-light touch. "I'm glad you stayed" she whispered, leaning down slightly and brushing her lips against hers before finally wrapping her arms around her. This was good. This was more than good. Casey hoped there would be more of this in the future but even if there wasn't, this was... this was enough.

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Drunken Mistakes

by klanced-against-my-will

Note: this is my first fan fiction, so let’s be nice, okay? 

CHAPTER ONE

I didn't hate Keith Kogane. It's just that I highly disliked what his existence represented. It had always interfered with my success. Our grades had always been neck to neck from the moment we were first put in the same class in 6th grade. As fate would have it against me, we had been in the same classes in all the years to follow, even the optional ones. It was annoying, really. Our mutual friends -- I'll get to them later­ -- often teased us about our long-lasting feud. Maybe they were right, but I always felt like it was a part of my everyday life. A routine of teasing and bickering and bragging and fighting. Everything became a competition between us two. Grades. Soccer performance. Drinking. We had even both came out within a month of each other -- that one was unfortunate and unplanned. Learning that he was gay had only made me even more frustrated. He was even better at being gay than me, the boring bisexual. Like, we get it! You're an over-achiever! So yeah, of course, we had mutual friends. We had friends of our own, but the astronomy club was common ground. There was Hunk, my best friend and most genuine guy ever. Never far behind him was Pidge, the little tech nerd and meme expert of the gang. They were always hacking something our inventing software. Shiro and Allura were a couple of too pretty to be real lovebirds that always came as an item. But our club was soon to be disintegrated by the end of our high school careers. I was currently rereading my last test of the senior year for the second time, making sure that no mistake had slipped in. I was anxious for the evening. Our lame school didn't have a prom, so Ben Richards, the heir of some pharmaceutical empire, was opening his lake house to the whole promotion. The dress code was "Anything that wouldn't get you laid." Kind of dumb, but I loved it. "Okay, pencils down. You're done with high school, people," said the bored teacher sitting at the desk at the front of the class. We all jumped of happiness, screaming. I ran to the hallway, my eyes searching for curly blond hair. "Lance!”

I turned around just as Nyma tied her arm around my neck, kissing me.  I kiss her back, my hands on her hips. We had been dating for about ten months now and seeing her face never stopped being a breath of fresh air. 

She broke away from my face, the screaming around us feeding her smile. "We did it! We freaking did it, Lancelot!" She was the only one to call me that, saying that I was her "knight in shining armor." "Finally!" I laughed. "We are staying in touch even if you are going to Spain, right?" "I don't know, you tell me, Ny. Are sure you can live without my sweet presence in your life?" "I know I could," interrupted a voice beside me. My head jolting to the left, I frowned at the mulleted head that was unlocking a locker. "We didn't ask for your opinion, Charlie Sheen." "Well, how about you don't make out with your girlfriend in front of my locker and I won't give it to you, Mclain?" He had turned around to face me at this point, a smirk dancing on his stupid face. Man was he pale! "You don't own the hallway, assbutt!" "And you don't own the rights to Supernatural and here we are!" Nyma pulled on my sleeve. "Lance, let's just go, he's not worth it." Keith gave her a bad look like he wanted to punch her or something. "Oh, by the way, Nyma, I heard that Rolo was looking for you." She blushes a bit, pulling me harder. "Thanks. I'll find him later." I gave Keith a dark look and followed her, wondering where his animosity for Nyma was coming from. "So, let's go to your place." Shaking the feeling away, I lighted up and took her hand in mine. "Yes. Of course. Did I tell you that Marco agreed to buy us beers?" Her smile was back. "Great!" *** It was almost one AM, and I was positively on the verge of being shitfaced. I was currently grinding on the dance floor/grass to Destiny's Childs' Bootylicious like no one was watching. Surely I looked like an idiot with my gelled hair, brown polo buttoned all the way up, high white cargo shorts, white socks, and yellow sandals, but I couldn't bring myself to care in a crowd full of people looking exactly the same. So I was dancing with Hunk because he was always down to move his imposing body. Plus, it helped that he was as drunk as me.  All my friends were here, scattered around the house and garden, talking to people they had never talked to with the desperation of the end, scared of missing out on knowing these people. I didn't bother. Most people already had their preconceived ideas of me. True, I was obnoxious and somewhat loud and a little absurd, but I liked to think that it was part of my charm. I sipped my sangria, careful not to spill it while dancing. "Dude, this is the best party ever," screamed Hunk to cover the music. "Agreed!" And that was all that was to say. We didn't want to talk about the fact that it was also the last party ever. That was too depressing to think about. A hand grabbed my shoulder from behind, turning me around. It was Shiro. I smiled at him before noticing the frown on his face. "What's wrong?" "I can't find Allura," he yelled in my ear. I nodded, walking out of the dancing crowd, Hunk on my heels. "Let's look for her. I'll cover the west side of the house, Shiro you go east and Hunk, look for her outside, make sure to go to the beach, she might have gone for a swim with Pidge. They can be pretty convincing." Happy with my plan, they scattered in their respective direction. I looked for Nyma for a second. I had last seen her sitting by the bonfire with her friend Sandy. She wasn't there anymore. I didn't think much of it. She was a pretty independent girl, always very confident in herself. That was what had drawn me in at first. I decided to start with the upper floor, wobbling a little in the stair. There are people pretty much everywhere, all looking more undateable than the other. I opened door after door, but people making out was the only greeting I got. No Beauty queen with silver hair. I got down to the first floor and knocked on the door of the bathroom. The door opened on Allura, the front of her shirt dripping water. "Hey, princess! What happened to you?" "Belinda dropped her rum and coke on me," she giggled, her face flushed. I could tell that she was tipsy. "Well, you got Shiro looking everywhere for you. You should go tell him you are okay. He's somewhere in the east wing." She smiled, hugging me. Yeah, she was a pretty cuddly drunk. "Thanks, Lance! You're a pearl to behold!" With that, she let go of me and walked towards her boyfriend. "Stop that!," I heard, coming from the next room. This part of the house wasn't nearly as loud, allowing me to recognize Nyma's voice. Intrigued by her giggles, I opened the door behind me. It took my brain a second to catch up on what it was seeing. The living room was well lit, the white furniture and abundance of mirrors making it look like a spaceship. To be honest, that wasn't the part that shocked me. A boy was laying on the couch, a girl toping him. She was chuckling as he kissed her neck, her hands under his shirt. I'm not sure why, but in that moment, I wasn't mad. I stayed completely calm and coughed loudly twice. Nyma's smile disappeared in an instant, her eyes going wide as she looked at me. "Lance!" "Good observation skills, Nyma. But I think mines are better. I observe that we are, in fact, over. You can go back to your making out, now." "No! It's not... It's not what you think!" she claimed, standing up and readjusting her clothes. I ticked at that. "I might be single now, but I was never stupid, Nyma. Goodbye." She screamed after me, as I walked out, still too calm for the situation. My head felt fuzzy and I didn't know what to do. I walked into the ballroom -- yes, this house had a freaking ballroom-- and my heart stopped as people were everywhere around me. My breathing became harsh. I couldn't really see faces, my eyes flashing back to Nyma's hands on Rolo's chest. The pulse of the music cracked in my stomach. Yep. I was having a panic attack. "Hey! watch where you're going, idiot!" said a voice as I collided with a solid body. Turning around, I saw Keith's pale face. I had never been this happy to see him. He was familiar. He could help. Surely he didn't hate me enough to not help me, right? I couldn't say anything, so I just stared at him, mouth and eyes wide. He frowned and seemed to catch up pretty fast, grabbing my wrist and tracing the way out of the crowd. He led me out of the house, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on some forgotten table. He didn't stop outside, didn't stop at the edge of the wood, didn't stop when it became so dark that I couldn't see my own feet. He only stopped on the verge of a calm stream, helping me hike onto a big rock, sitting beside me. "There. Now you can freak out. Nobody's here. Nobody to judge." And freak out I did. I sobbed like a crazy person, unable to breathe properly, scratching my arms up and down, unbuttoning my polo to feel less caged. He didn't say anything, just sat there beside me, sipping whiskey from the bottle and looking at the water. I knew he was no stranger to panic attacks. What I didn't know was that he was good at handling them. After what felt like an eternity, my sobs calmed down and I took deep breaths in, looking at my surroundings to distract myself.   The moon was full, giving us enough light to see the stream and the trees around us. The crickets were going at it like crazy, but other than that, the silence was total. "Better?" said, Keith, breaking the peace. "Yeah... Thanks..." I whispered, not sure of how to act. We were never ones to talk about stuff. But at that moment I wanted to tell him everything. "So... What happened? You saw yourself in a mirror?" I chuckled. "You're one to talk. Did you not know the theme, or did you rebel against it?" He was wearing a tuxedo, and I wouldn't have told anyone ever, but he looked damn good in it. "I never get laid anyway. You're the only other somewhat gay guy at school and we're not about to fuck, are we?" "Sadly, no." We both laughed. Hard. Because we were drunk and this situation was ridiculous. My laugh turned to tears, my hand covering my face. "I caught her making out with Rolo." "I knew it!" I turned towards him, confused. "What do you mean you knew?" He looked guilty for a second. "Well, I saw them together in the park last Sunday... I didn't think much of it at first, but then I heard him talking about Nyma in the cafeteria. He wasn't being really respectful, let's just say that. And I may or may not have punched him for talking shit..." "Wait, you punch the guy?" "Well, he was being an asshole and, I don't know, it got the best of my nerves. Could have been worse though. I could have stabbed him. Principal Zarkon gave me an essay to do about unnecessary violence." I couldn't believe it. He had punched a guy to protect her honor. Or my honor, in some way. I stared at him, his face a little shy like he was embarrassed by what he had done. "Thank you, Keith." He had a small smile before turning to face the stream. He took another sip from the bottle. "You know, I think I can count on two hands how many times you've called me by my actual first name in seven years." I snatched the whiskey from him. "Well, that's because your name is stupid." I downed a big slump of liquor, the heat of it burning my throat. "Now my name is stupid?" "Yeah, you just need a middle name like Karen or some shit and you'll have the initial of a racist group." "KKK?" "Hey! You have a brain under that mullet!" We laughed. He had a nice laugh and I asked myself how I had never noticed that. "So... Nyma and Rolo." I felt my chest tightened. "Yes. I dumped her." "Good decision. You deserve better than being cheated on." I raised an eyebrow at him, surprise. "I mean... Everyone deserves better than that, obviously... what I meant to was that I sorry you had to endure that." That's when the thought first crossed my mind. Keith's lips look very kissable. "Lance...? You okay, dude?" I looked back to his eyes. I blamed the next events on the alcohol. "Keith, have you ever kissed a boy?" "What? That's none of your business, Mclain." He turned away, putting his frowning profile to me. I turned toward the stream too. Silence fell for a second. "I've never kissed a boy. Like you said, you're my only prospect and... well, we've always been too preoccupied with beating each other in every way possible to actually make an effort to like each other," I confessed. "I've had people tell me that I wasn't really bi if I had never kissed a boy. Which is stupid." He turns back to me for a second. "Do you think... no, nevermind." "What is it?" "I said never mind." "And I said 'what is it.' Spit it out already." He chewed on his lip, playing with the label of the bottle. "Do you ever think... that we should have been friends? That we missed out on knowing each other because we were so caught up in fighting to be the best?" I tilted my head, looking at him like it was the first time that I saw him. He was still bitting his lip. His hair was brushed back away from his face, and it was too dark to see the purple of his eyes. He looked as pale as ever. His words turned in my mind. He was right. Absolutely right. I mean, we were in all the same classes, club, and sports team, had a lot of friends and interests in common. Our egos were the only thing keeping us away. "You're right." He blinked twice, surprised that I was agreeing with him for once. "Shocking, I know," I whispered to preserve the quiet of the moment. And then, probably because of the half bottle of whiskey sitting in his stomach, Keith leaned over, closing his eyes, putting his lips on mine. I wouldn't say it was unexpected. I would say it was awkward. We didn't move our lips for a beat too long, only resting our mouth against one another. I didn't close my eyes, too stunned and drunk to react properly. My heart was beating like crazy in my ears, my face hot and body stiffed. I was kissing Keith. Well, I wouldn't really have called it kissing. My lips were touching Keith's. Yeah, that's more accurate. He pulled away, opening his eyes and frowning. "That was... a horrible first kiss." Snapping out of my stupor, I raised my eyebrows. "You took me by surprise. Had I known, I would have shown you a better time!" He chuckled. "Ya, right." That got my pride boiling. I was average in a lot of things, but not kissing. I was a fantastical kisser. "I would have you known that I'm a great kisser." "Yeah, that's why Nyma cheated on you. Because you were too good of a kisser. It was too much for her." That got the wind knocked out of me.   Instant regret showed on his face. "Sorry, too soon. That was just mean." I was getting angry, I could feel it turning in my stomach with the liquor. I am an impulsive person. That's no surprise. But what I did next came as a shock to both of us. I extended my hand and grabbed the back of his head, smashing his lips on mine. I did not stay still this time. I started really kissing Keith, and he played along eagerly after the initial shock of my actions. He grabbed my upper arm and my collar, bringing me closer to him. I put my hand on his hip as the other one was tugging on his mullet.  Our mouths were at war, fighting to make sure the other knew that we weren't going to stop first. I bit his bottom lip and he groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. I didn't let him go far and kissed his jaws, his throat, his collarbone, his ear, my tongue and teeth running on every bit of skin they could. "Lance..." Him moaning my name made a string inside of me snap, burying any self-control I had deep in the back of my mind. I pulled myself onto him, my tights straddling his, his lips back on mine in a heartbeat, my tongue darting into his mouth, tasting the whiskey. His arms went around me to keep me against him, my hands around his neck. He tugged on my shirt to free it from my belt, the tip of his fingers sending shivers down my spine as the brushed against the small of my back. "What the fuck are we doing..." I whispered, pulling away for air. Trees were spinning in my vision, my stomach flinching and my head feeling dizzy. Keith wasn't having it, pulling my shirt away and biting my shoulder. Hard. "Keith, I think I'm gonna..." I unwrapped my arms from his neck and pulled myself from his laps, barely reaching the edge of the rock before emptying my stomach. "Oh, my God, Lance, are you okay?" I turned to lay on my back, the moon above me letting me see the shape of his head, but not any of his features. "I think I had too much to drink." And on that note, I passed out.

Okay, thanks for reading! Part 2 and 3 are already written, I’m just waiting to see what people think of this first chapter before posting them. 

Also, I know Shallura isn’t a thing, but Adam wasn’t in our lives when I wrote this. We’ll see what the futur holds...

[terkaznebes]

Unpopular opinions

Boy wasn’t my life so much simpler when I believed that feminists are hairy and unhappy women and the ones who always have a date on Valentine’s have nothing to do with it. Life was so much simpler when I closed my eyes to whatever is happening outside of my bubble. I was definitely more popular when I believed that sapiens have only made it so far because of eating meat. Why did I have to find out that 90% of the big animals on the planet are domesticated? And these domesticated animals are living the shortest most miserable lives. 

Damn it, I want to write about this for so long, but I just can’t stand to be so annoying. For some reason whenever I post something online, I always imagine the handful of people who might be reading it and think: would they roll their eyes reading it? Especially the people that I used to crack jokes with about anything and anyone. Would they still think I am funny? I know we haven’t spent a lot of time together in the last four years because I am living in a goddamn paradise at the end of the world, but I promise you, I am still the same idiot that I was before when it comes to all the inappropriate jokes. I still love getting drunk, I still occasionally roll a joint when my daughter goes to sleep. I still dance when making breakfast, I still browse 9gag and find memes to be relevant form of communication. 

But yes I am a mother and I feel like I have this responsibility now to not take shortcuts at the expense of the planet or our wellbeing. This has nothing to do with motherhood, it’s just what really brought it onto the surface in me personally. It’s an uncontrollable urge thought. So here we go, here’s a blog about our plant based diet. We have been eating like this for 10 months, which I realise is nothing, but it also means the passion is still there.

It started in a totally innocent way. I wanted Lukas to do the whole30 diet with me and he kept telling me that eating so much meat just doesn’t agree with him and that he feels too heavy. Nonsense I told him, we need meat, it’s super important. And I started doing a bit of a research to prove it. Instead I proved myself wrong. This is what happens when you dive too deep into an actual research. I felt so cheated by all the propaganda. I thought when I stopped with the dairy and sugar few years ago that I knew it all. I silently laughed at everyone who told me they have strong bones because they drink so much milk.

So we gradually stopped eating meat every day and soon we were only eating it once a week. Then the Game Changers came out, or in other name the Vegan propaganda. Lukas suggested we try it for a month in November. A month has gone by without us noticing and it has become the new norm. It’s really interesting how once you start doing something slightly better, it’s almost impossible to go back into your old habits without feeling totally guilty. It doesn’t matter if it’s something small like not using plastic shampoo bottles or something big like trying to avoid the industry that’s responsible for an incredible water use, pollution, deforestation and a noticeable percentage of human produced greenhouse gases. There’s definitely a lot of vegan propaganda that greatly exaggerates these statistics.

Nevertheless the one thing that nobody can deny is the struggle of the animals farmed for meat and dairy. They have the most miserable lives, which have kept me emotionless for many years. Partly because I hadn’t a clue and partly because since becoming a mum I am definitely a lot more emotional. Meaning when somebody tells me: It’s been scientifically proven that cows form a bond with their calf right at birth and when they get separated, they struggle, it moves me a lot more than it used to. Yes I can see the fact that I have just compared myself to a cow. I have no regrets.

 The information continues and I find out that lot of the calves are kept unfed for 24-48 hours and then slaughtered. I will stop right here. There’s actually a lot more information and a lot of horrible videos that can stick with a person for life. I did this research when I was breastfeeding and my friend said: “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with drinking cow’s milk unless you have an intolerance.” This simple comment has sent me into a spiral of research and ironically it has caused me to lose my own milk and Lukas had to forbid me to use the internet for a few days so I cold keep my sanity and our daughter fed.

I just want to clarify that by no means I think that extreme veganism is the only way. I think that any lifestyle has to be sustainable. Therefore if you are having trouble sustaining it or struggling with it, you are likely going to snap one day or another. And I know it will happen one day or another, on occasion or once a year that I will do something contrary to my belief. Although the more time goes on, the less inclined I am to wanting to eat meat.

Also the information is never black and white. There will be further studies using the arguments that land needs to be grazed by livestock and they will also have a point. However spending some time reading both sides of the story, my conclusion and moral values still incline towards less meat and dairy consumption.

Since we have stopped eating meat as a regular item on our menu, we have still had it a few times. There was one occasion when me and Lukas were on our own in our favourite brunch place and I couldn’t resist the bacon and egg roll. When we were feeling under the weather, I made chicken soup because I didn’t know what else to make. I have had real ice cream (not sorbet) twice. I definitely had some cheese as a part of some dining out meal. So what. At home we eat about 95% plant based and I think it’s great.

The other day my friend was telling me that he loves nothing more than a good BBQ, but he only has it once a week and that’s still great too.

I think what bothers me the most is the whole propaganda around meat industry. I honestly wish, I knew a little bit sooner. It’s incredible how much judgement we have received from friends and family for feeding our daughter plant based meals, wholefood plant based to be clear. We had to go to a nutritionist, not because we were unsure about what we are doing – god knows we have spent hours reading scientific papers, but because we wanted a proof for our families from a professional. It’s crazy how this meat industry propaganda has driven people (including me) to really believe that you need meat for iron, to be healthy, for energy and strength. It’s absolutely distorted that you get more judged more for cooking every single meal from scratch plant based than for taking a child to McDonald’s.

Not to mention that Josie is the healthiest kid, thousand times knock on wood! I am really a big believer that what you eat is what you are. With so much extensive scientific research available that proves how what you eat can deter so many illnesses, I think it’s really worth doing the effort. At least it definitely opened doors for me to see the variety in cooking, using ingredients that I didn’t know existed and I have to say – I am a pretty good chef.

Anyway all these things that we do, that are an “inconvenience” in our lives, always come down to one thing. When Josefina asks me one day if I knew what was happening with the world, I will be able to say yes and I really did try to do my best to create a better one for you. Unfortunately I am not a sexy activist so here, eat your chilly sin carne.

[shieldmciden]

-slides an 🦉 for pain pls-

there can’t be a meme for pain || Always accepting || @theboatbuilderswife

          Tears rolling down her cheeks, chattering under the freezing wind, && tiny snowflakes covering her shape little by little. Blond locks were already turning to ice, the pink usually color of her lips changing to purple. It was the end. She had been stupid enough to think he would agree on such arrangement.      “Please.”      Barely a audible whisper, but a pleading one. 

          The Queen had been laying here for hours, even a day maybe, as she lost track of time at some point. Passing out through the woods, with nobody knowing about her disappearance. The Shield-maiden felt ashamed, she always thought she’d be chosen by Odin to turn into one of his female spirits of carnage, a Valkyrie. Now, she would just enter Freyja’s realm...away from all her friends. 

          The blade slid along her throat, the cold material making her wince as a thin line went to cut her neck. A foreplay for him.      “Please, Harald...”, she started but the man hit her with the handle of the sword, making her pay for his humiliation. Blood spilling from her nose to her lips.      “King Harald...”      Lagertha was feeble, but she was still the fierce woman she used to be. Eyes shining bright, she gritted her teeth madly, with a predatory glare. 

          “May I ask for a favor, before you decide to send me to the Gods.”       If he even was gentle enough to send her to them. He could still curse her not to join them after she died, but she couldn’t know.      “Can you tell Helga something for me?”      He chuckled with all his teeth, from ear to ear, but eventually nodded. Lagertha closed her eyes for a moment, almost grateful,even if she wasn’t sure he would compel to her request. More tears joined the other.     “Tell her I love her.”      She sniffed, && she  wished she could sweep them away with her palms, but she was tied to that trunk tree. 

          “Tell her... that she has been the last beautiful thing I had in my entire life.”     They’ve been through a lot together, finding each other when dark was engulfing their lives, when others were already gone, leaving them to one another. Fate.      “She is everything good in this world, && she cannot give up. She cannot. Tell her... that her smile...”     && Lagertha smiled in this moment, eyes closed as a flashing memory of the smaller blonde appeared.      “Her smile, is a ray of sunshine, that her voice... is like the softest thing I ever gotten to hear, && that her soul will never me until we got reunited.”      She paused, sniffing slightly, the taste of blood in her mouth was bitterness. She smirked back at him, && it annoyed him. Another hit in her face. She groaned. He was lucky she was tied, unable to reach for him, but that was how coward he was. 

         “I want you to cut my hair, King Harald.”       She had nothing to lose by now. That was the last thing she could give to her lover, so she would. It didn’t matter anymore of her looks.      “Cut my locks, please.”      && with a pervert smirk he did as she said, pulling on her hair to cut them short. Very short. So short that he even scratched her skull. Bastard.      “Give them to her, she will understand.”      He nodded with a roll of his eyes, but something told her he would do it though. Because it humiliated her somehow, && he might brag about it too, twisting the real story behind, but if Helga could get them, then she was okay with it. 

          “I am ready to die.”      Lips pursed together, she rose her chin in order to defy him with confident look. She would die with pride, even though nobody would witness it.     “Kill me.”      He didn’t take more time to behead her with his sword. Her last thought was sent to the herbalist though, with a prayer for them to reunite. 

[sonneka]

for the Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme, would you do 17 and KomaHina? ' v '

Hehehe, sorry for taking so long. I made this “drabble” twice, the first attempt being 4k words long and, well, I discarded it since it ended up being angst and I wanted it to be fluffy TTwTT

Fluffy… and a little bit nsfwish (just a tiny bit!), sorry not sorry ewe

17. A Love Bite

The only good thing about theFunhouse were the Deluxe Rooms. Seriously, Hinata and Komaeda couldn’t be moregrateful. They had a soundproof room to stay in, thanks to Komaeda’s luck forwinning it. But, even so, they still had to deal with a not too minor inconvenience…

Starvation.

Someone had to be murdered sothey would get out of the Funhouse and be free to eat something. It was already the secondday there, and things were starting to get difficult.

Anyway, this didn’t mean theycouldn’t have a little bit of fun meanwhile. Komaeda and Hinata surely knew howto let their worries fly away.

Again, the biggest benefit ofthe Funhouse: The Deluxe Rooms, Komaeda’s room, and it was obvious he wouldtake advantage of it.

Inside of the room, there wasa scene not quite appropriated for the situation they were in. But, at least, nobodywas telling them to stop and probably wouldn’t in the end. It was perfect.

Komaeda felt so lucky. Butthat could only mean bad news… right?

At this point, he kind ofdidn’t care much. He felt like dying inside, and the only cure for that (besidesfood) was Hinata devouring his mouth with kisses.

His room didn’t give a goodfeeling for them, too colorful and giving the impression of being part of some kindof cheap and creepy hotel. But it didn’t matter either, Komaeda was completely lostin Hinata’s touch, nothing else in mind.

With his back against themattress, trapped between it and the boy on top of him, he was left with absolutelyno control of the situation. The kiss was deep, as if wanting to cure thehunger with it. And, in fact, that was one of the main reasons they were doingthat in the first place.

It sounded like an excuse,but it wasn’t. Despite being attracted to each other and not being able to hideit anymore at this point, they wouldn’t have reached this limit if it hadn’tbeen for their despairing situation.

Komaeda was right in the end,hope needed despair to win. They were so close to it, he could actually feelit.

He moaned, just the thoughtof being this way with Hinata as something full of hope was getting him waymore aroused than expected. Hinata’s tongue playing with his, exploring eachother’s mouths. It was a magical experience granted by despair, to create awonderful hope.

Their bodies should be weakby now, the weakest. The second day without anything to eat, not even water todrink. And, even so, they were wasting their energy in pleasing each other likethe stupid and needy teenagers they were.

Komaeda circled Hinata’s neckwith his arms, pulling him closer as if that were even possible. He wanted totaste the other’s lips until his hunger fade away, until his desires could befulfilled, until hope won over despair. It was amazing, how they were so messyat kissing and, even so, they wouldn’t want to stop.

But, in the end, they bothneeded at least a bit of air in their lungs and pulled away, hardly breathing.

“H-Hinata…k-kun…” Komaeda gasped. Hislegs were twitching, almost shaking, feeling completely weak under the other boy’spresence on top of him.

The latter was also gaspingfor air, but he didn’t take his eyes off Komaeda. His hand travelling across the white haired boy’s torso, wanting to reach his neck.Komaeda’s thin and pale neck. At least he got rid of his green hoodie as soonas they both bumped into the bed, because it would have been pretty annoying atthis exact moment if he still had it on.

He became even weaker whenHinata rubbing his jawline with the tip of his fingers, nails softly scratchingthe skin. It felt ticklish, but good.

“Hm…” He was soembarrassed, but at least he was sure only Hinata would hear him. The worst casescenario would be Monokuma appearing to make them stop, but he wasn’t afraid ofa damn plushy and, besides, his luck would probably save them from thatpossibility too. Nevertheless, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. The onlything he wanted to care about now was focusing in the moment, in the pleasure…In the hope.

“This way you almostlook innocent, Komaeda,” Hinata chuckled. Was that supposed to be a compliment?Or just a joke? Because it wasn’t funny at all. Komaeda had never let anyonetoo close to him to discover that side of him, the innocent side… The pureside.

He had always lived in a fairytale story: waiting for someone to save him from the madness he was fated tolive in, and then have a happy ending with that someone. But that wasn’t howlife was supposed to be, and love wasn’t like that either.

His innocence about love wassurely something Hinata had to be surprised about. Komaeda was experiencinglots of new feelings because of him, and one of those were the cliché andstupid butterflies in his stomach while being under the other’s control.

It was obvious what his luck would wantto do next, but he was already dying inside, starving. And if he was going todie that way, at least he’d taste and enjoy Hinata’s lips as much as he could.He wouldn’t mind dying with the taste of that mouth as his last meal, it wouldeven be a meaningful death he didn’t deserve. And, because of this, he would bethe luckiest. Hope winning over despair in the end, just like wanted it to be.

“Komaeda,” Hinatacalled him again.

“Hm…?”

“Let me hear you.”

“W-Why?”

“Because you soundinnocent… And it kind of makes me want to forget….”

Forget that you should hatetrash like me, right?

But he couldn’t say thosewords out loud, he got trapped in a new situation. Hinata suddenly attacked hisneck, sucking the flesh and carefully biting it, sending little flashes of electricitythroughout Komaeda’s body. “Aaah… Hm…”

There was no more room forembarrassment in his mind, he could only think of the pleasure of having Hinatakissing his neck in a way he wasn’t expecting at all. Another new sensation toadd to the collection, was this what one of the biggest hopes felt like?

Was this… love?

And while Hinata was occupiedwith his mouth on the white haired boy’s neck, his fingers started tracing a path towards his face.

“Hi-Hinat…Mph…”His voice was completely muffled by two of Hinata’s fingers unexpectedly gettinginto his mouth. “Mmh…”

He was still moaning though, the saltytaste of the other’s fingers reminding him of how hungry he really was. It wasinevitable, sucking them and playing with his tongue, while biting softly andinnocently Hinata’s fingers just the way the latter was doing with his neck.

He felt so pleased, he even rolled hiseyes. And when he closed them, he could actually feel what heaven should be like.He couldn’t help grabbing Hinata’s hand his so he could lead his fingers evendeeper into his mouth, rocking his hand never getting enough of the stimulating taste.

He was so focused on pleasingHinata that he was even forgetting about his neck. What once started beinggentle, ticklish,now was being taken to a brand new level.

The bites on his neck becomingmore pronounced, almost hurting. It was a pain softened with pleasure, one moreunknown feeling to keep exploring. He even shrugged a little bit, as if hecouldn’t really handle that kind of sensation. “Hmm…”

Suddenly, Hinata abandonedhis neck and a wave of disappointment surrounded him. Komaeda wanted more, somuch more. However, when he saw Hinata’s expression while he was licking hisfingers, there was no way he could feel disappointed.

Now it was his time to shine.Even though his hope would never be as big as Hinata’s, he had to please himsomehow. He wanted to be useful for once.

Komaeda stared fixedly atHinata with his languid eyes, focusing on his tongue’s movements around theother’s fingers. Pulling them deeper into his mouth, sucking them, and thenpulling them away while gently biting them. He didn’t have a clue of what hewas doing but if it ended up being something Hinata liked, then he didn’t haveto worry too much about it.

“Do you feel less hungrythis way?” Hinata suddenly asked. His voice sounded serious, but a little grin was forming on his faceso there was nothing to be concerned about. And Komaeda felt that it was his time to stop, lettingHinata’s fingers go from his mouth and instantly wanting to have them backagain…

“Was this too much,Hinata-kun? I’m sorry I didn’t reach your expectations, someone like me waslikely to fail, right?”

Hinata just rolled his eyesand shut the other up with a new kiss on the mouth. Damn, Komaeda could kissthose lips all day long if he’d be able to do so. He didn’t hesitate to wrap Hinata’sneck with his arms, feeling they were back to where everything started.

However, before pulling away,Hinata unexpectedly gave a bite to Komaeda’s bottom lip, pulling the flesh alittle bit with his teeth.

“Hm…” he couldn’thelp moaning, again, knowing Hinata really liked that sound. But as soon asthey got separated again, he wondered… “Why was that, Hinata-kun?”

“I-I don’t know…”he could tell Hinata’s blush on his cheeks, “I’m hungry, you know.”

“I wouldn’t mind if youwanted to eat me alive right now. If it’s for the sake of Hinata-kun’s hope, there’sno way I could refuse.”

Again, the other didn’t seemto like that answer, Komaeda should start to learn how to keep his mouth shut.But the seriousness didn’t last long, fortunately, because Hinata’s eyessuddenly widened.

“What’s wrong?” Komaedawanted to sound relaxed, his arms still around the other’s neck, his fingersgently brushing his dark hair.

“Your neck… is…” he stifled alaugh. “I think you’re going to have some hickeys later…”

Komaeda tilted his head,confused, until he noticed what the other was talking about. All the kisses Hinataleft on his neck, those kisses that made Komaeda drown in pleasure, were goingto leave a trace of marks…  he’d had to check them out later. “Is that not okay for you? I can hide them somehowif it’s disgusting for you, or if you just don’t want the others to see them.”

“I didn’t mean that…” Hinata fellover Komaeda, growling. “Stop coming up with those kind of conclusions when Ididn’t say anything like that…”

Hinata’s weight on him… Itdidn’t feel bad at all, it actually felt lovely and warm. Komaeda’s cheeks weresurely burning, everything was way too perfect to be true, he was reallywondering what his luck had ready for him next. But, for now, he’d think ofHinata’s words a little longer. “Then you don’t mind me going around andshowing these hopeful marks you did to me, Hinata-kun?”

The mentioned one pulledaway, going back to stare right at Komaeda’s eyes. “W-Wouldn’t that be kind of…embarrassing?”

Komaeda chuckled and lookedaway, thinking deeper about that, yeah, it was embarrassing but… “If I also letmarks on your neck, would you be embarrassed?” His hands leaving Hinata’s hairto touch his neck by its sides.

“Yes, I would be. And notbecause ‘it was you’ or some other shit like the ones you usually come upwith,” he sounded angry but, in the end, he was also smiling. “Hickeys areembarrassing… that’s all.”

“Not for me, Hinata-kun.Every single thing you do is an act of hope for me, and I can’t be ashamed of hope.”

Komaeda knew Hinata wouldfrown after a comment like that one, Komaeda knew that Hinata was still farfrom understanding him. But, right now, he didn’t care. He was having a goodtime, and his only fear was the bad luck that had to come next. Everything wasbeing too easy right now… It was magical, he was even forgetting that they werestarving in a creepy Funhouse, until…

His stomach growled, in themiddle of the silence left between them.

Komaeda blinked a few timesand sheepishly smiled at Hinata, who limited himself to shake his headreluctantly. “S-Sorry…”

“So you’re still hungry,huh?”

“What does that mean,H-Hinata-kun?”

The brown haired boy onlyshrugged, as if wanting Komaeda to find the answer for himself. And, after afew but long seconds, he could come up with something. He stared right intoHinata’s eyes, a grin spreading across his face.

“Maybe… you can show me moreof your hope, Hinata-kun.”

“When you put it that way,you made me wonder if I’m making the right choices…”

And even though his wordscould sound harsh, he ended up being the one starting another hungry anddesperate kiss. Was this good luck again? Komaeda was really confused,everything seemed so wrong, yet so right…

But, well, when Hinataattacked his neck again, there was no room for thinking anymore.

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13, 33, 34, 35, 40, 44, 46, 47 and 50 for the writer ask meme

Whoever you anon(s) are who keep sending me in these questions from my ask memes I love you so much! Here we go!

13) What’s your favorite writing quote? I don’t actually know…but the best thing I’ve ever read about writing is something like “Don’t be afraid to write what you want even if it’s been written by someone else before because while it may have been written it’s never been written by you” and I love that because it’s true, nobody writes exactly like anyone else so no matter what you write it will always be unique to you regardless if the same idea has been done before. 

33) Are you interested in having your work published? Maybe someday? I think I’d like to have something I write whether a poem or a short story or a novel or whatever published one day because I’m pretty proud of a lot of my writing and I’d like to know what people think and I’d love for people to connect with my words or my characters and I love to hear about their interpretations and stuff like that because I love it when people feel something, anything after reading what I’ve wrote. Right now the list of people to have read my work is limited to some teachers (one really awesome one who encouraged me to keep writing no matter what who is a huge reason why I still write), my mom, and some of my friends and as much as I love hearing their reactions I think I’d like a bigger pool of people someday.

34) Describe your writing space. I write in my room, on my bed with usually my fan going to provide white noise. I used to play music or a movie or something but I end up pausing it whenever I’m actually putting words down because it distracts me so the fan is better. If I’m writing by hand then I’m surrounded by notebooks (because I write different things in each one so I don’t have to be flipping through the notebook I’m actually writing in to try and find that one date or one character detail I need for this one scene because that’s hella annoying) and pencils and stuff and if I’m writing on my computer I’ve got google docs open to save whatever I’m writing in a separate place (copy and paste are my best friends I swear) because I’m paranoid about my computer freezing or something and me losing everything I’ve written because it’s happened before and it’s the worst (I still have a million notebooks open around me but less pencils) and sometimes I write with headphones in just to block out the noise from everywhere else because I’m very easily distracted and random noise genuinely pisses me off if I’m writing. Oh and I always have chocolate and at least one full water bottle because they are both very important to my writing process of course. 

35) What’s your favorite time of day for writing? Honestly I don’t think I have one…I do most of my writing really late at night though since that’s usually when I have the most energy because my brain’s a dick but otherwise it’s pretty much a whenever I feel like it sorta thing. When I was still in school it was usually first thing in the morning or right after lunch in the afternoon though…I have no idea why those times but I did a lot of writing then. 

40) Which is your favorite original character, and why? Okay this is really hard because I love all my ocs for different reasons, even ocs I made up as a kid are still important to me. So I could pick the very first character I ever made I guess. His name is Darius and he’s a white haired red eyed vampire with an accent I dreamed up (literally by the way, he showed up in a bunch of recurring dreams I had as a kid) when I was like 8 and I still use him in stuff today (and yes he sounds just like Soul from Soul Eater and I’m pretty sure that’s why I like Soul so much) and I honest to god talk to Darius when I need someone to be my voice of reason, I just picture him and he gives me advice and reminds me to breathe (yes I talk to my ocs as if they were real people in the real world, I have conversations with them really often actually. I know they’re not real and it’s just me talking to myself but it helps me a lot) . Or I could pick my current favorite characters to write at the moment which are two characters in my new story named Sil and Holt. One is a sarcastic phantom with emo hair who makes jokes like “Oh no we’re all gonna die!!! Oh wait…I’m already dead…never mind guys I’ll be fine, you guys on the other hand…not so much…” and I love him so much and the other is a half nymph half siren and he’s literally just me but cooler and with white hair and cool powers who get’s flustered easily and likes sea shanties. I love them both for the weirdness that is their personalities and how fun it is to write dialogue for them 

44) What’s the weirdest character concept you’ve ever come up with? The time I made Alice in Alice in Wonderland an evil zombie (species called a Queen) who could raise the dead and infect others with her own special mutation of the zombie virus and then wrote out a detailed explanation of how Queens were created when the zombie virus interacted with a recessive mutation only active in xx chromosomes but was carried by people with xy chromosomes and could be passed on to their children and activated if the mother was a carrier as well and the disease was incapable of effecting xy chromosomes at all, and when the disease/defect interacted with the zombie virus it creates a species of zombie capable of in-depth thought and calculation who was equipped with a new version of the virus that is specifically hers so every Queen had her own specific virus unique to her that allowed her to turn and control other people and also raise the dead maybe. I wrote out the entire backstory of how the disease was discovered and the entire list of symptoms it presented with and how it progressed over time and then I named it after my cousins because I decided that the disease was first studied by experimenting on and observing two little girls in an asylum who were there for killing someone as small children because the disease drove them crazy. So basically I turned Alice evil and crazy and spent months creating and writing about a disease to explain why she was so fucking crazy and murderous even though she wasn’t even my main character…yeah that was pretty weird. Not the only weird one though…my mind is a strange place.

46) Describe your perfect writing space. Comfy office-like space with a desk for my laptop or my notebook or whatever with a comfy swivel chair and footrest but also a big bean bag chair and big pillows and a daybed type thing so I can move around and write wherever. There would be a big window with a window bench seat thing so I could let light in or open it to feel a breeze but it’s never loud outside so there’s no stupid noises to distract me. Magically I have speech to text that works perfectly so I can pace and stuff and just speak my story out loud when I need a break from typing. Covering one wall is just a total story line of my story in pages and sticky notes and pictures all connected with different colors of string that mean different things so I can keep track of everything without a million notebooks. There’s a cabinet for my millions of notebooks that I’ll have anyway because it’s me and I love notebooks. I have just a huge pencil case with like those pull out parts like in a makeup case and it’s just full of pencils and pens and sticky notes and highlighters and stickers so I don’t have to always search for them when I need them. There’s a mini fridge for my water bottles and snacks and I have a fan that makes the perfect amount of noise and surround sound speakers with voice control so that if I decide I want music I can have it right away and the entire room is sound proof so I don;t have to hear anything from outside the room and there’s a light up sign on my door that I can turn on with a remote or a switch or whatever that says “Writer at Work” so that people know not to come in and disturb me. The room is painted blue because I like it the best and there’s a big soft rug in the middle of the room because I like fuzzy things and there’s also a fuzzy blanket for if I get cold.     

47) If you could steal one character from another author and make then yours, who would it be and why? I dunno…I don’t think I’d take anyone really…actually scratch that, there’s a lot I would probably take because I’d want to give them a better life or a cooler story or a better relationship or a better family and friends, but I won’t pick a specific one.

50) If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be? Dark Hunter novels by Sherrilyn Kenyon, I’d love to meet my favorite characters and have cool magic powers and give my precious tortured babies (*cough cough* Ash and Nick *cough cough* and everyone else *cough cough*) a cookie and a hug…and high-five Simi. Or alternatively any universe where I could have shape-shifting powers (so maybe X-Men?) or my own created universe where I’m still me but with shape-shifting powers and magic and way cooler clothes and stuff but like my friends and family are still there because I’d miss them a lot if I was in some other universe. (Also acceptable is Batman/ Justice League universe provided I’m a hero with powers) 

Thank you kind anon for sending this in, I love you and have a fantabulous day! Feel free to send in more (that goes for everyone)!

~ZZ

I’m gonna go write something…

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MysMe prompt RFA + V & Saeran. The wedding of MC and random LI, meeting MCs friend who is super cute. (So RFA+V&Saeran meeting an OC at a wedding) Love you!

I love you too.Okay.

Yoosung- it’s MCs younger sister.- she’s a little comic book nerd- glasses- MC pulled the same prank Seven did re: chocolate milk on Yoosung, but on her.- He and she spend the night gossiping about the pranks MC pulled on her and Seven has pulled on him. - She mentions how MC told her that Yoosung plays LOLOL too. - So she created an account.- OMG that’s you who’s the loot thief!- They swap numbers at the end of the night.- Over the next month they troll each other through LOLOL, stealing each others kills.- They go for coffee and a movie and it progresses from there.

Jaehee- MCs best friend from college.- She was bridesmaid with MCs sister.- They’re sitting at the bar, ordering wine.- “I hate my boss. I do three times the work of everyone else and get nothing to show for it.”- They bond over it.- “So what do you do?”- She’s a sous chef at Fancy Cake shop. - OMG, I love the pistachio eclairs there.- “I wake up at 5am every day to make those, at least someone appreciates them.”- Jaehee pops into Fancy Cake every time she can to order coffee and these pistachio eclairs. - She catches her one time and they swap numbers after reminiscing about the wedding.- Jaehee tells her one day “I want to quit my job, open up a coffee shop.”- She says that should Jaehee do it, she’d gladly leave her job and make cakes for her.- A few months later, she texts Jaehee. - “Were you just daydreaming about that coffee shop?”- “No. Why?”- “My uncle died. Don’t be sad, he wasn’t that great. But he did leave me some money. Lets do it!”- They open a coffee shop together, little almond croissants, pistachio eclairs, blueberry muffins. - Jaehee is so excited, it’s hard work.- One night, cleaning up, she says “I think this is the best wedding I ever went to.”- Jaehee laughs, knowing exactly how good it was that they met. “How would you make it better?”- “I’d tell this cute girl I met there how I feel.”

Zen- He popped outside for a cigarette, it was very noisy and they were playing a trashy song that was all lovey-dovey. It made him angsty over not having someone to love!- Oh, hey, you were the singer from the reception right?- She blushes. “I’m not supposed to be smoking. Bad for the voice.”- You were better than this crap that’s on now.- She blushed again! Zen laughs softly.- “I need to get going. Do you have any gum? My bf will be pissed if he notices the smoke smell.”- “Just my luck. Fresh out. I’ll walk with you to the local shop to pick some up.” SAD ZEN!- They exchange numbers, Zen mentions that an understudy role in this play he’s doing keeps on dropping out. And she’s good at singing, audition for it!- They keep in contact, she gets the part but isn’t needed because the actress isn’t sick or injured. - “Zen… Can I come over?”- He’s all concerned, they meet at Fancy Cake and “My bf split with me. He found my cigarette stash. I should just quit and apologise to him.”- “Well he doesn’t really love you for you if that’s why he split.” Zen is lowkey cheering in his head.- Oh, did I tell you? I got the part in This Romantic Play!- Fast forward and Zen gets a late audition for this low-budget play, obviously landing the part of Male Love Interest.- They’re at rehearsals and “I thought you got the part?” - “I did. I got the part as Best Friend of Male Love Interest!”- After rehearsals he’s like “I got the part because I thought you’d be opposite me… Because you’re a great singer ofc!”- She kisses his cheek. “That’s very sweet of you.”

Seven - he’s canonically bi! :P- He’s MCs roommate from before RFA days.- While MC was locked in Rikas apartment and hadn’t text him (or come home) for three days he’s panicking.- So he was furiously trying to find her by using a remote tracking app that they both had on their phones. (HC - they’re worried about each other after MC once got mugged on the subway)- Ofc Seven intercepted that and told him not to worry. She’s fine.- They’d been spamming each other with memes ever since.- But this is the first time they’ve actually met.- He’s so tall, and is that a beard? Seven never imagined him with a beard. Let alone one that’s dyed green (it matches his hair though).- They chat pretty much all night long, nobody understands the constant memes.- They start drinking at one point. And Seven lowkey admits to his depression.- He wraps his arms around Seven and pulls up his sleeve, revealing a long row of silvery scars. Seven traces them.- That kind of tickles Seven.- Neither of them thought that depression could bring people together.- Rather than worrying about MC from then on (She did just get married), he worries about Seven.- Seven is round MCs old apartment, being cooked for and they joke about how he looks after Seven like a husband.- He jokes back that he’s not his husband yet.- Seven loves that. Yet.

Jumin- MC tasked Jumin with making sure her cousin doesn’t mess things up.- He’s expecting this demanding little brat.- But she’s not. She’s just very exact in what she likes. How is it a crime to like having your food cooked properly?- Or to spend a bit of time on the phone? (She was making sure her PA didn’t mess up in her absence)- MC never said her cousin owned the family business.- He assumed she worked for them. And it was MCs dad or grandfather, or uncle who owned it. (Which he realised is pretty sexist but it was only a thought, he didn’t say it out loud)- He finds her positively delightful, if he’s honest.- MC! Why didn’t you invite her to the RFA party?- “Oh MC thinks I’m too highly strung. I’d love to come to the next one!”- MC is really glad they get on so well. She gets annoyed at her cousin for the same reasons she gets annoyed at Jumin - for treating employees like crap and being little trust fund kids.- At the end of the night, she has to get to the airport, fly back home.- Of course Driver Kim can drive her and he’d be remiss not to accompany her.- That’s MC’s family name on the plane. How did he not know about this?- “She’s too embarrassed to use the family money. But if you’re earning it, why not use it?”- They keep in contact, Jumin does really well making business ties with her, he’s lowkey annoyed MC didn’t introduce her sooner or invite her to the party.- She has a dog! No! On her social media there’s this Chihuahua in her handbag!- When she flies in for a business meeting with him and his father, her Chihuahua and Elizabeth III get put in the same room! He’s super angry, how dare they. He’s going to find out who botched this up!- She’s angry too! If that cat has scratched her precious!- But they’re cuddled up together on a chair together. They laugh and go out for coffee. Jumin is relieved and admits that he thinks she’s very cute, and was worried about her dog.- She admits the same and her worry about Elizabeth III. She’s not generally a cat person but Elizabeth III is sweet.

And I tried writing V and Saeran but they weren’t too great. Sorry!

[ferriskilldeer]

from this ask meme

What does your character typically keep in their pockets? nothing. pockets must be free in case he wants to put things in them later :)

Do they consider themselves an optimist? Pessimist? Realist? What are they like in actuality? considers himself a realist. he’s mostly a pessimist, with some optimistic ideas about the people of barovia.

How do they carry themselves around strangers? Friends/Lovers? Family? always polite. a bit less sincere, more ingratiating around strangers. shy and mild around friends. tired around family.

If your character was a work of art, how would you describe them? oil painting -  tenebrism - isolated - articulate - cavernous despair

How does your character express they're comfortable? willing to close his eyes or at least lower his lids, relaxing his posture, asking personal questions of someone else

How does your character express that they're uncomfortable? wide, unblinking eyes and a rictus grin, quiet voice with less inflection. whats quickly becoming a catchphrase: “dont say things like that”/”oh x you shouldnt say things like that”

How impulsive is your character? not too much, but in the heat of the moment he makes some dumb decisions

What is something they cannot resist? cleaning and wine

What is their favorite scent? fresh laundry or fresh water, fruits

If they were in a rock band, what role would they play? bass guitar or keys

How does your character blow off steam? he decompresses a little by fussing over his companions’ appearances

Physically, does your character feel warm or do they always feel cold? cold-natured, but heats up quickly with drink or embarrassment

If they were a body of water, what would they be? pond

Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them? yes and yes

Describe their ideal date. something quiet and respectable--a public place where they can enjoy a private conversation. a quick but interesting meal before or after. escorting them to their home and bidding them goodnight. laying awake and giddy for hours afterward

What keeps them going? he’s not built for anything else

Does your character swear? What's their favorite phrase/word? he tends to swear because i do, and “fuck” slips in as a sentence enhancer a lot. if i played it completely straight he wouldn’t swear as much, especially in front of people he thinks are his social “betters”

How does your character act when they want to seem inviting? pleasant, servile, and charitable

How does your character act when they want to seem threatening? he hasn’t tried this yet. probably gets cold, toneless, and petty

Can your character flirt? Are they aware they're flirting? How do they do it? he flirts through compliments or friendly gestures, but gets embarrassed and immediately backs down from it 

If they were a potion, what would it look like? (Color, glass shape, smell, etc.) something light and translucent, maybe green or pink, in a fine-cut clear glass decanter sealed with red wax. smells of soap and blood.

What kind of person would they never side with? the ruthless, the hungry, the unrepentant, the narcissistic

Would your character want to be famous? Why or why not? hell no--he must never be in the spotlight

What's a controversial food opinion they would have? he loves weird combinations. totally a “x on pizza” or “dip your nugs in y” type

How does your character feel about spending money? he’s frugal for himself, but generous when it comes to spending on others

What would they want for their funeral? he wants everyone he knows to come, he wants no one to come, he wants to be cremated, he wants no speeches, he wants a thousand tears, he wants no one to notice he died at all.

If they were a ghost, how would they haunt in the afterlife? funny: would clean up after the living and help out around the house. less funny: plaintive scratching at closed doors, cold spots, sounds of pacing, banging cabinet doors in a bid for attention

Why do they keep secrets? he’s ashamed of being alive

What does your character have too much of? shame and anxiety

What never gets old for your character? Something your character can't get enough of? new food and external validation 

Can your character visualize actual concepts in their head? Or are they just vague thoughts? yes, strong third eye

Does your character daydream? What do they usually keep their mind occupied with? he doesnt daydream often. often goes over lists of supplies, chores, sensations to occupy his mind if he starts to get too anxious

How do they feel about the unknown? frustrating and scary, but cant be helped

How do they respond to condescension? part tight, teeth-grinding fury, part resignation/agreement, self-loathing

Do they consider themselves childish/mature for their age? he’s always thought himself mature. but actually, his self-denial and black-and-white judgment of himself is a bit childish

What makes them blush? impropriety of any kind, and being complimented in any way

What are some ways your character acts silly? makes weird offhand remarks about birds, responding seriously to the overly creepy things others say

What fairytale/myth suits your character the best? the nightingale and the rose prob

What does your character believe their party lacks? power and, if hes honest, a fighting chance

Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character. the letter opener demands more and he gives more because hes always been a servant, and himself for the chance at beating strahd and saving ireena+barovia is hardly a price at all. i guess the letter opener eats his soul or something and he becomes cold, driven, and megalomaniacal. probably scares the others and eventually they part ways--perhaps violently, since ismark and marceline dont suffer any sort of disrespect or threat lightly. could only be redeemed if someone can convince him that he doesnt have to bear all the responsibility, and that theyd rather have their normal squishy ferris over an insane powerhouse. hed have to sacrifice himself/his power in some important way to make up for it though, if he did something really bad

What's a texture/sound your character cannot stand? dislikes ripping+scraping sounds, and chunky gloopy textures

Is there something your character isn't very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless? talking about wine

Is your character good at apologizing? Why or why not? yes because hes very tactful

How do they hold onto people? physically? clasp a shoulder, grab an arm with one hand, or hold on to the fabric at the small of their back. 

What would they never forgive themselves for? killing an innocent person or doing something purely selfish

How does your character feel about growing old? fine, he just wishes hed wasted less time

Do they consider themselves funny? How do they use humor? he doesnt think hes especially funny, but gets a big confidence boost when someone laughs at his jokes, which he uses to defuse tension or establish a rapport

What do they want to leave behind? he just wants to forget his time at cobblepot manor. and he doesnt

Do they talk to themselves? sometimes mutters when hes annoyed

What is their native language? If they know multiple languages, how do they speak/act differently? he knows a lot, but the further they get from elvish or common, the more formal and archaic they get

What makes them a hypocrite? though he holds high standards for himself and others, he relaxes his standards for others quickly (“oh what did i expect anyway, im the responsible one here”). also will decry needless violence or murder, even though he murdered his boss brutally in the guy’s sleep

If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?) very productive. flits to new hobbies quickly

What does freedom mean to them? confusion, terror, excitement. its the only thing that would make him really happy, and he doesnt want it

What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread? look forward to getting a reward from the burgomaster. dread seeing strahd again

How has your character's mental health been recently? not great! but hes been holding it together because marceline is already upset and ismark is volatile. theres not room for his feelings.

If your character had wings what would they look like? sleek, pointy, fast-flying, well-preened, earth tones. falcon for efficiency, owl for discretion, or towhee for smallness

How does the way they act seemingly contradict their ability scores? very high cha abilities that he rarely uses, since marceline and ismark are more assertive. notably an intimidation score higher than marceline’s and equal to ismark’s that he would probably never use

What's a habit that needs to be broken? he needs to learn how to aim eldritch blast (i need to roll better)

What's something your character has realized? hes fucked

Who do they go to when they need to bounce ideas off of someone? suggests things to marceline and ismark (the other PCs), but makes a point to ask ireena (DMPC) what she thinks

Who do they go to when they've had a nightmare? nobody

Who does your character think is the most put together in the party? marceline or himself

Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with? ismark; marceline or ireena

What is one thing they want each party member to know? marceline: no matter where you come from or what youve done, youre a precious ally and friend to me. we are all unhappy here, so please just try to play along. ismark: you need a goal beyond protecting ireena and killing strahd because if you achieve those goals then youll be left adrift. and you deserve better. please stop yelling at, lying to, or trying to fight everyone we meet. ireena: you deserve more than life dealt you. as long as you live, there is hope for you. youre loved and protected by a lot of people, and its a happy burden.

Which do they value more?

65. Adoration or Intimidation? adoration

66. Outward Passion or Quiet Rebellion? quiet rebellion

67. Selflessness or Self-Preservation? selflessness

68. Objective or Subjective? objective

69. Journey or Destination? wishes he could say journey, but its destination

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Sacred Beasts 2 | Astra 2 - 3 | Given 1 - 2 | DanMachi II 1 | Demon Slayer 15 - 16 | Dr Stone 2 | Fruits Basket 14 | Cop Craft 2 - 3

Rolling out the tags soon.

Sacred Beasts 2

“Sissy” always pissed me off as a nickname for your sister. It’s clearly meant as a term of endearment in some cases, but it also is the equivalent of “wuss”, y’know???

I’ve seen mushroom soup out of a tin…that don’t look like mushroom soup in that case.

Uh, random question…she has th same surname as Will, but is Schaal herself adopted???

Y’should’ve followed Hank, Nancy…(is her name Nancy or Schaal? Schaal is her middle name, yet she seems more commonly referred to as Schaal…hmm.)

*sees synopsis* - No one mentioned Nancy’s hometown was called Livletwood Village…

I pause my shows a lot to get down these notes…then Crunchyroll or my internet (or both!) cursed me with regular buffering (that can sometimes play video and subs through it, but generally sets down a few seconds after unpausing and lasts for a minute) and made it a pain in the butt to make these notes. But you do realise I basically have notes for almost every show I’ve ever watched under this system? These notes are special to me, which is why I put up with the buffering. It also means impactful scenes lose their impact, meaning well-paced shows get favoured in my picking process on CR these days.

Astra 2

Yup, the 2nd time we talk about how to scavenge for food this season – gotta remember this…in case I ever get into a situation like that. You never know! (creates “The More You Know” star with hands)

I-awwwwwww…I never thought I’d see the day where the Luca Javelin would get animated, much less Astra as a series. Dang, is this a dream???

Eyyyyy. Nothing like endangering your little sister to really understand why you love her…much less understand that you love her in the first place. (partially sarcastic)

Given 1

This is my second rodeo with BL anime (I’ve only read one BL manga and it was pretty darn mediocre, but the one BL game I tried was okay)…hopefully it’s good.

Was there the ticking of a clock in the background???

…and cut to OP. Yay! I can predict when the OP happens now…(It only took me years of training…okay, I’m kidding.)

I think this OP is like a music video…and I think that’s the point.

Kaji??? Is this Eva (LOL)?

I’m no band person – I was merely a solo pianist in my time with music, although notably I did have to sing for one of the musical pieces – but “Thom Yorke” and “Keith Richards” sound familiar. Why???...Okay, so it seems Thom Yorke is part of Radiohead and Keith Richards is part of the Rolling Stones. I’m familiar with those bands by name, at least.

Lemme guess…this guy (Ritsuka) sucks at improv.

I had to go back and find out what Yayoi said a few lines ago…and  love her already because she’s like “You suck”…she’s just like me, to be honest.

Early husbando predictions say Haruki is my dude of the season.

Seeing manly dudes act like blushing schoolgirls is great…!

Yushiro-who???...Okay, Yushiro Ishihara is apparently that’s a singer that’s already passed away, but has a bit of a rep behind him.

Is it just me, or is Ritsuka basically a lesser Bakugo…?

Come to think of it, it would be hard for me to teach someone piano now that I haven’t properly played since the end of 2014…almost 5 years. Geesh, that’s a long time.

Welp, that was…actually pretty good. The only thing that sucks is that this ED isn’t rock, to go with the rest of the show.

DanMachi II 1

Another counterintuitive name for a sequel anime season…this is my last premiere before I wrap them up, or at least until Machikado Mazoku (or whatever) land on CR.

…and of course, it’s back to Big Boobies (aka Hestia). She’s probably the worst part of the show for me.

Why does Bell need an advisor anyway…? I never thought about it when watching s1.

Who’s this Naza-sama, anyway…?...Okay, it seems she’s a doctor from the Miach Familia. I don’t remember her from s1, really.

I’ve forgotten who Asfi is as well…Oh yeah, that blue-haired woman from the Hermes Famlia. Hermes seems like a bit of a loose cannon – the sort who wouldn’t have a Familia if given the chance – though.

I think we saw Freya in s1…just scheming behind the scenes…

Hermes looks like a sleazebag half the time he’s on screen…

I forgot how much I loved Miach’s character design in s1...and to a lesser extent, Takemikazuchi.

Demon Slayer 15

…Zenitsu is annoying again.

I didn’t think Tanjiro was scared of anything…excpt maybe losing Nezuko again.

Oh! I just realised Natagumo has a hint in its name…The “gumo” can be read “kumo”…as in cloud or spider, but it’s given with the kanji for spider so it can only be a spider-related problem on Mt Natagumo.

I’d hate to have Smellovision on this show…(What’s Smellovision, you ask??? Here, read up on it…at least, I was thinking of the Google variant, so read up on the Google version.)

Ukogi appears to be a type of plant known as eleutherococcus and ukogi rice is rice with ukogi leaves.

Dr Stone 2

Episode 3’s title is like “Weapons…of SCIENCE! *cue Bill Nye the Science Guy theme song*”

Ooh, nice angle! (on Senku and petrified!Yuzuriha being protected by Taiju…and not just because Yuzuriha’s butt is showing…)

“You can eat lion?” – No duh, Taiju!

“I want to give thanks to the circle of life…” – Sorry, but can I interrupt with a meme here? *cue ululations that ae meant to imitate the iconic song from The Lion King, y’know, the one that goes “Ahhhhhhh zee bun yah… (etc.)”*

Tsukasa’s frickin’ tall, man! Look at him tower over Taiju and Senku…

Having read the manga before, I just realised Tsukasa is mighty suspicious when he says Senku could be able to rebuild civilisation from scratch. That was harder to recognise in manga format though, I think.

I also didn’t realise, but the shell tale is talking about Tsukasa! Hmm…interesting.

Dr Stone’s ED…never in my life did I think it was going to be a rap song. Unless, of course, it’s a science rap…(There’s hydrogen and helium and lithium, berrylium…uh, I don’t remember the words after that…)

Oh, that next-ep font takes me back…it reminds me of the 90s, where terrible WordArt font like that was everywhere and I had to get by on Lucida Calligraphy.

Fruits Basket 14

Oh, crab meat…these CGI cars look absolutely terrible…

Pay attention to the relationship between Kyo and Kyoko…you people who don’t know about manga!Furuba are in for a real revelation on that front.

Wow, the effects on the flowers are really pretty for the ED…

Cop Craft 2

That OP is just so good…*swoon*

Well…they spelt “Unknown” wrong…on Kei’s phone.

Hmm…I think the insert song was in English.

Astra 3

Oh…something didn’t make sense. It turns out the word the subber is using is “attitude” when it should actually be altitude…

Given 2

Ooh, Haruki does coffee in the OP! I didn’t notice that, since I had to skip it…there’s some kinda suckish buffering on CR, which is why I have to skip as much as I can.

Welp, I’m a pianist. I’m as clueless as any other non-guitar player when it comes to guitars, so I don’t mind the lesson but also don’t need it.

Given this is a BL/yaoi (no pun intended), I think Akihiko and Haruki should pair up…but maybe I’m just going nuts with the shipper glasses here.

“You’re going to have to do something about that soon.”

Aye…I relate, Mafuyu. When you’re younger, you can beg your parents for money, but equipment, books etc. really costs some hard cash. I remember having to go to Hong Kong to find a pearl pink metronome on the cheap…the poor thing isn’t getting much use now. (But still, I think the more I watch and see Haruki in action, the more I like him. Not necessarily as a husbando, but more in the sense of that one cool dude you gravitate towards.)

It randomly cut to Salon Harusame…don’t tell me this is how Haruki gets his money???

I think the comment that said “lolol” actually had 超 in front of it, so that would be “super lololol” or, in my personal way of saying it, “major lololol”.

Oh, so that’s what was in the OP!

I swear Uesama (LOL) should just get a job as a guitar tutor to little kids…well, that would work if he were in college/uni, maybe.

Hey, a girl! Didn’t expect one in a BL work…(LOL, my standards are so low for BL/yaoi, eh?)

Hmm…I get the feeling amateurs get their hands on acoustic models instead. I know a guitar player, y’know (although again, that doesn’t mean I know the first thing about playing a guitar).

I love how the show turned green all of a sudden. The colours match the mood, basically.

Demon Slayer 16  

This episode’s titlecard only has a wave pattern…I probably know what the pattern is called, but I’ve…probably forgotten that name.

Hey, a Demon Slayer girl! (My standards seem to have been lowered in regards to seeing gals in leading or even supporting roles…It’s more acceptable for Demon Slayer, given its historical setting, but still, how sad it is to not see many girls…)

(TW: abuse) Why…for some reason, this feels like an abusive household, specifically where the father does evil things to the mother…but this time, the son’s part of the problem.

I find it funny Zenitsu just calls Inosuke “Wild Boar”. To be fair though, I don’t think Inosuke introduced himself to Zenitsu, way back when they were meant to.

This scene where Zenitsu is crying and has his back turned to the “camera”…they clearly used a CGI model for him.

It’s a BODY! Holy s(BLEEP)!

“Chu-Chu chuuuuun!” Oh my glob, Ukogi is so adorable~!

Hey…where was Ukogi hiding before he chose to come out again?

Another CGI model when Zenitsu walks away from the camera. It’s so dark, nobody can see Ukogi…I don’t think he has a CGI model and that’s good.

I had a weird thought, but…I think Tanjiro would be a good breakdancer, if he were living in 2019.

Inosuke, you did it! But I wonder if those stats are correct and Inosuke’s going to call his name properly at climactic moments…?

Cop Craft 3

Brother Kenny…you’re just lewd.

“…O or V or A.” – Aside from OVAs, hmm…O would be (CENSORED), V I don’t know about and A…I don’t know either, but I guess it’s (CENSORED).

Kei Manoba (sic).

Doreany seems to be humanity…Did they already introduce that? I forget.

This show looks pretty bad, but the story makes the stay worth it.