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[randaccidents]

Heart's live reaction for the chicken plush:

ehehe mini fic potential ask mini fic potential ask-

For context: This is a part of the au I havent talked about much and links to another part that I am. Slightly stuck on trying to bang out. It's specifically the darkest part of the Heartless story (aka the part that looks the most hopeless).

(digging through story doc) General story beats you need to know for this mini fic are just that. This is after they convince Heart he is wanted, but Heart is not convinced he is needed, and his progress stagnates. Perseverance is too blunt about the issue and starts a MASSIVE argument between them. Heart, reminded of the thoughts and emotions he had in Apathy by the argument, relapses into random bouts of unconsciousness (luckily not back into a full coma like before).

Penitence blames Perseverance, Perseverance blames himself. He had just finished the chicken plush for Heart. He was building up the courage to give it to him. Now Penitence won't even let him be in the same ROOM as Heart. Or hear him out. Or interact with him. It's been 5 days since he last slept, the longest he has ever gone.

He manages something anyways. Sneaks in while Penitence is asleep and places the chicken plush into Heart's arms. He needs to give it to Heart before he tries what he's been considering for the last few days.

SO thats where we are for this little mini fic >:3.

Heart wakes up to a chicken plush.

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The first thing he registers as consciousness crept back in was the gentle weight of something soft in his arms. He scrunched up his nose, weakly shifting his arms in an attempt to figure out what had been given to him. Finding the object was shaped too weirdly to be deduced, Heart sighed. He really didn't want to wake up and face Mind and Soul. Or well, just Soul these past few days. (Did Mind give up on him after hearing what he did? Is that why he hasn't come to see him? Stupid Heart acting on stupid Emotions too inefficient for him? He is unwanted, unneeded, just keep your eyes closed and push the emotions away and fade back into that blissful emptiness without hurt-)

There is a weight in his arms. Heart was always a curious creature. He slowly let one eye peek open, reluctance to face the dawn making the task difficult. A single, black buttoned eye stared back. Blinking both eyes open in shock, Heart gasped quietly.

It was a chicken plush. A small, round thing, made with familiar purplish-white fabric, black button eyes looking out and into him. It was a little lop-sided, sitting slanted in his arms, a more intense shade of purple peeking out from under its belly. Blackened fingers shivering from disbelief, Heart carefully tilted the plush onto its back, uncovering the orchid-coloured heart that sat sewn into its belly. A familiar, orchid-coloured heart.

It's the same one he had Soul sew onto all his hoodies. He runs a finger over the stitching around it, unwilling to believe it. But no, it is the same heart actually, he'd recognize the feeling of those stitches anywhere. Why would they-?

The sound of shuffling behind him had him hiking up his shoulders, arms curling protectively around his new possession. (When did he decide the plush was his? Maybe when he realized it was definitely made with him in mind.)

A hand on his shoulder gently shook him. {"Yo. If you're conscious, good morning Hear- what the fuck."} Heart tensed up at the curse, digging his fingers into the plush and curling around it, trying to hide it from view. (Please don't take this away from him. He hasn't quite processed the tangle of emotions that the plush brought him, but they are nice and warm emotions, and he wants to bask in nice and warm emotions for once.)

He heard Soul sputter behind him for a moment before sighing. The mattress dipped downwards behind his back, making Heart peek up at Soul's back. (It was still weird to him to see Soul wearing long sleeves. Even in the past, Soul would roll up the sleeve on everything he wore even if stolen from others. They never did tell him why that changed.)

He quickly looked away when he noticed Soul turning to face him, gently digging his fingers into the chicken plush in his arms. The chicken was much nicer to him than his halves had been anyway. So soft and squishy, its little button eyes unable to express judgement, only innocence. It made the long-lost feeling of happiness bubble up in his chest. Someone made this for him.

Soul's hand returning to his shoulder stole his attention again. {"...sorry for the poor response Heart, I was just surprised,"} Soul mumbled. Heart tilted his head slightly. Didn't Soul make the plush?

Confusion drove his leaden tongue into movement. ("I thought you made this...?")

{"What- I- no! I mean, I am making something for you- ignore what I just said it was supposed to be a surprise- point is, I didn't make this."}

Heart rolled over, staring wide eyed up at Soul. He didn't make this? But that only left... ("...Mind? I thought he hated me.")

He watched Soul's equally wide eyes blink back at him, forgetting in his shock that it had been days since he had shown this much energy, much less willingly met their gaze. He watched their mouth open and close silently before words finally escaped. {"Where did you get that idea?"}

Heart winced, looking away as days-old bitterness surged up his throat, turning his words to poison. ("He hasn't come by since we argued. He must hate me to stay far away like that, stupid Emotional Side making stupid decisions.")

Soul groaned behind him, muffled curses leaking through his red lips. Heart gently pet the chicken plush, letting the soft plush fabric calm him and remind him of his confusion. Mind made this? For him? For him.

{"I'm a fucking idiot."}

Heart tilted his head, curious to know more yet not wishing to face Soul again. Soul muttered before raising his voice once more, addressing Heart. {"Perseverance hasn't been avoiding you, Heart. I just haven't allowed the two of you to be in the same room as each other. I don't want another rela- another fight."}

(Curious, the word that Soul tripped over. Heart was almost certain he almost said "relapse". But Heart wasn't sick, he was doing just fine without the plague of emotions in his chest. He was finally being efficient. He promises.)

He grumbled quietly at the other implication in Soul's words instead. ("Of course it was you. It's always you.") Blackened fingers squeezed the plush in his hands firmly, feeling the shift of what must be pellets inside. ("Mind would never be able to stay away. Only you would keep us separate after a fight. Not like it worked well the last-") Choking on his anger and betrayal and hurt and bitterness, Heart shoved his face into the fabric of the chicken, shuddering. No. He cannot think about Apathy right now. The memory of it was too cold, and today he wants to stay awake and appreciate his new chicken plush.

Breathe. The chicken plush is soft and warm against his face. A rock in the tide of his returning emotions. He isn't sure he hated their return at the moment. Breathe. Mind cared about him, had made the weight that he was using to hide his face from the world. Breathe. Soul... probably did too. Separating them after fights was normal, and he did mention a gift he was working on too, even if by accident. Breathe.

A hand on his shoulder had him flinching away, rolling back over to face the wall. Soul's voice is quiet behind him. {"...I can go get Perseverance if you want?"}

Go get Mind, he means. Let them finally see each other face to face for the first time since the argument, he means. (Except that's not true, because Mind must have snuck in to gift the chicken plush. Heart feels grateful.) Heart nods shakily, exhaling a shivering, icy breath.

He waits until the door clicks closed before lifting his face from the plush. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he grimaces. That was definitely one of the downsides of letting his emotions back in, he decides, the choking flood.

Rolling back onto his back, he places the chicken plush on his chest, letting the unevenly sewn toy list sideways as his fingers explored its form, taking in its calming weight. A weak smile crawled over his lips as his fingers found uneven stitches at every seam. Mind never was too interested in crafts, making the effort it put in all the more touching, the emotion warm in his chest. This was something he missed about his emotions, he decides, the soothing warmth.

...he is going to ask why it had to use one of his hoodies though. He recognizes the colour and feel of the fabric. He's sure Mind would give him a logical reason, so it had better be a good one. (Whatever reason it was would already be a good one. The plush is warm and soft and safe, and it is a gift. It makes him, dare he admit it, happy.) Wrapping his arms around the chicken plush, he squeezed it against his chest, letting the warmth of the emotions it inspired ground him as he waited.

[kreftropod]

It's been another year, time to bring the October lists out. As is more or less tradition by now, I'll be doing the Goretober challenge again. Like last year I've decided to make my own, shorter list to give myself and anyone else who'd like to follow it more days for each prompt. Feel free to share and use however you like!

I'll be tagging all my Goretober related stuff with "goretober". Block that tag if you don't want any of that on your dash. I'll try to tag everything properly with more specific tags as well. Stay safe! <3

ID in alt text, and here's a text-version of the list below the cut:

Goretober 2023

A shorter Goretober list for myself and anyone else who want to participate, but want fewer prompts and more time for each prompt. Feel free to shorten the list even more by only doing the prompts on the left or on the right! (or every other day, if following the text-version)

There are 8 Prompts in total, and below each prompt there are three extra words. The extra words are there as inspiration, but are Not necessary to include if you don’t want to.

Day 1-4

Prompt: Infection

insects, illness, rot

Day 5-8

Prompt: Burned

melting, charred, blistered

Day 9-12

Prompt: Open wounds

blood, cuts, torn

Day 13-16

Prompt: Insides

bones, brains, viscera

Day 17-20

Prompt: Face Trauma

eyes, mouth, teeth

Day 21-24

Prompt: Broken

bruises, dislocation, amputation

Day 25-28

Prompt: Hands (or paws)

nails (claws), deformed, tools

Day 29-31

Prompt: Plants

invasive, suffocating, poison

[iicheeze]

BOWL CUT'S FAMILY

birth giver || Raiden Ei

Kabukimono's mom

retired Sensei of Raiden Martial Group

horrible cook

but also kicked out Kabukimono out of the household when he reached 17 because uh

he was an accident

Yae suggested Ei to abandon him without him knowing but thought of it as too cruel so instead she just kicks him out when he's at an appropriate age

ye

anyways uh

uses flip-phones too much to the point that she gets confused when she was given an actual, newer phone brand on why there's no keyboard

never gets contacted by Kabukimono anymore

for a valid reason tbh

birth giver's shitty wife || Yae Miko

a menace

never liked Kabukimono

never liked any of Ei's children tbh

the only person allowed to cook in the Raiden household

CEO of Yae Publishing Inc. (also chief editor of it, very judgemental too)

did i say she's a menace?

she is.

both at work and at home

even tho she doesn't like Kabukimono, she sometimes contacts him for a spa date

does Scara answer?

no

but he still comes anyways

birth giver's abandoned daughter || Raiden Senshi

The new Sensei of Raiden Martial Group

Raiden Martial Group basically teaches all kinds of Japanese Self Defense, Swordsmanship, Bowmanship, etc.

very skilled in Martial Arts, Kenjutsu (Japanese Swordsmanship), Naginatajutsu, and more

a very strict teacher

if you want to hire her as a mentor, you're practically asking for torture

merciless as HELLL

if she breaks your bone and you whine to her about it, she'd basically just stand there and go

" weakling! "

and say that you haven't trained enough

is she still in contact with the Raiden family?

kinda

but she's just

yk

there

scara doesnt like her, says that she's like a living robot with no personality

is also the youngest sibling of the Raiden family

Aunty Makoto || Raiden Makoto

Ei's twin sister that's actually sane in the family

a humble doctor

lives in a different house than the Raiden family

when she was informed that Kabukimono was kicked out, she called him to see if he's alright and offered him to stay in her home for a while until he gets his life back up.

the only reason why scara is alive back then tbh

is still in contact with Scara

basically while Kabukimono was staying with her, she taught him all kinds of stuff to do to help her around the house

all his househusband skills are taught by her

shout out to Aunty Makoto fr

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SUMMARY II in which, a sassy and bitter househusband, and his beloved, idiotic streamer of a lover got married! what a lovely occasion. now, for the married life in a newer, and bigger apartment.

PAIRINGS || Househusband Scaramouche x Gaming Streamer GN Reader

MASTERLIST || IDIOT GAMER!

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Eyy yo have y’all seen the new variant covers that DC has posted?

Here are my favorites:

Like I don’t even know what to say. I’m too amused to be disgusted but Jesus Christ…

Anyway, please tag me once people start making posts about Dicks canon lucky trail 🫡

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i got stardew valley yesterday and ive played 10 hours.....oh no

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i'll tag my post as "Mod Roxy"

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PAAAAAULAAAAAA!!!!!

Hihihiiii! I want fluffy af Wanda x Reader, pleeeaaaaseeee?? Something nice and simple? Thaaaaank you! Ily ✨💕

Hii veevee ik this took a while but i hope u enjoy this!! i love you too💗💗

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Drying your hair off with a soft towel, you snuggled into the hoodie that was a little too big on you. The steam filling the small bathroom, was being slowly being replaced with the cold air flowing into the room from the brightly lit new york streets, that were still busy just meters below you.

A small sneeze escaped you before you could hold it back, followed by a few deep coughs and a few sniffles. Quickly you tried to cover your obvious sick state somehow, hearing a small chuckle coming from the door facing ur back, turning around quickly you stumbled into your girlfriend, who was leaning on the doorframe, looking cozy in a pair of fuzzy socks, a warm sweater and a pair of leggings.

„I told you not to go outside without proper jacket baby” Wanda said softly a small chuckle following her words.

„I know, it’s just so much work and at the compound i don’t need it anyways, how was i supposed to know that it was gonna rain do badly when Steve made me train outside, so technically it’s his fault” you sniffled, slowly sinking into the Sokovians awaiting arms, the familiar comfort and warmth that she made you feel. Feeling a small kiss being pressed to the top your head. She pulled you into the warm and cozy bed, draping a fuzzy blanket over the two of you, already pulling you close again by your waist, spooning you and kissing the back of your neck. A small yawn escaped you, making you cuddle more into the brunette holding you.

„You can sleep love” Wanda chuckled

„Yeah but i’d miss you” you pouted, your pout turning into a yawn immediately, making your girlfriend giggle.

„Eyy don’t be mean” you giggled sleepily, cuddling into the blanket, you pulled Wanda closer by her arm over your waist.

„Sleep time now” you mumbled, earning a small laugh from the sokovian followed by a small „Okay baby”.

You closed your eyes, already drifting off into a deep slumber.

tags: @imnotasuperhero @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @marvels-writings

[77marvelimagines]

The Sound of Snow

The Sound of Snow

Brunhilde/Valkyrie X Deaf!Reader

Prompt(s) from anonymous: hello !! new follower here and i've just got to say that i discovered you through your brunnhilde fic (loved it btw 💕) if your requests are open, can i please get a valkyrie or thor x reader where y/n used to be deaf, but was able to get surgery to get most of her hearing back. she's finding out all these things she thought made noise actually don't (and vice versa) + val/thor's reaction thrown into the mix ☺️ beautiful and sugary sweet fluff pls !

Note(s): Eyy, first fic of the year!! I hope y’all don’t mind a little snow in July- I thought this would be a sweet prompt, and I’m happy with how this turned out, especially since this is the first thing I’ve written in months! It’s great to be back, and I loved this prompt sm. Ty for sending it in Nonny, and i hope you enjoyed! <3 

Warning(s): Just some fluff! 

Word Count: 845.

(y/n) had been born hard of hearing at birth and she’d lived that way for most of her life. That changed when, sometime after college, she decided a cochlear implant would benefit her. She’d stashed away almost all her wages, and with the generous help of her girlfriend, she’d finally finally saved enough to cover the costs of the surgery. She got it mid-February, just after Valentines day, and by mid-March she was ready for the programming of her implant. 

Hearing was… surreal. The second sound finally began to filter in she’d teared up and gasped. Her jaw had dropped upon realizing that clocks ticked??? She’d always thought that was just an exaggeration in literature, but no, that was, in fact, a real and very hearable thing. Val had taken her hand and laughed along with her, while the programmer in front of her had smiled on.

Hearing only continued to become a wonderful development. 

For the next few days, (y/n) took the time to acquaint herself with Val’s voice. She thought it was important to know it, and voices were distinct anyway, so it wasn’t that hard to pick Val’s out from a crowd. Still, when they laid together on the couch, (y/n) snuggled up with her head under specifically under Val’s chin. She could hear her heartbeat and the sweet sound of her voice, her laugh, and the rumbles of her vocal chords. Who knew that human bodies could make so many sounds… (y/n) hung onto every one. 

The wonder of sound did not cease to amaze (y/n), however. One of the most distinct moments was the day she and Val had visited the city. It was towards the end of March, and despite April being on their doorstep, winter had been making it’s last-ditch effort to keep the day cloudy and cold. After stepping out of a little cafe and into the snow-covered streets, (y/n) breathed out in an amazing realization. 

Val walked out beside her, hands cupped around her hot chocolate. She grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and turned to leave. Unfortunately, she was stopped short by the tug of a static (y/n), who hugged her drink and stared whimsically into the snowy-landscape. 

“Love?” Val asked, an eyebrow raised with her fondly-dubious tone. 

(y/n) took a second to listen. “... you never told me that there’s no sound when it’s snowing.. I don’t think I’ve heard the city be this quiet before.”

Val blinked, then chuckled softly. It’d never quite occurred to her that snowing could be something to marvel at. Of course it was beautiful to look at in untouched fields, when the moon was high in the sky, but Val had had her hearing her whole life, and living and learning from (y/n) had certainly taught her a handful of wonderful revelations. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I never figured it was a big distinction from the sound of rain. No, snow is too light, and it doesn’t make much noise when it falls. That’s probably why it’s so quiet though- with all the particles in the air, I would imagine it all absorbs the soundwaves.”

“Huh,” (y/n) said, still watching the flakes fall blissfully, slowly, before settling gracefully against the bank of the curve. Then, she scrunched up her features- into the face Val always giggled at- and buried herself into her girlfriend’s warm embrace. Decidedly, she ignored Val’s cries to watch their drinks. “I know I said this when I first got my implants, but sound is weird...I love it.” 

Val laughed, a sound that (y/n) knew she’d remember forever. She smiled against the soft scarf that whispered in the breeze and tucked herself impossibly closer. If she listened close enough, she thought she could hear the beat of Val’s heart. (y/n) hummed and pressed a kiss to the junction of her jaw, just to hear Val’s soft giggle-snort. 

“H-hey! Hah, Love, we’re going to get sick standing out here like a bunch of loons. Well, you’ll get sick, at least.” (y/n) snorted against her cheek, cheekily, and slowly Val began to steer them back towards downtown to start heading home. “Come on now, let’s enjoy our cocoa and get home. I know of a few better ways we can spend this snowy evening…” 

(y/n) snort-laughed at Val’s not-so-subtle comment, but grinned anyway. Her girlfriend wasn’t wrong- there were a few better ways to spend the evening. She turned and allowed Val to tug her down the street. Or, really, only as far as a few feet, before her implant filtered in a whole new sound for her to hear.

“... Wait, snow CRUNCHES??”

Val had to stop and laugh as her amazing, silly, and curious girlfriend started stomping around the snow piles along the sidewalk. The entire way back, they crunched snow and ice and listened to the too-soft pattering of falling snow. 

Needless to say, despite the crisp coolness of the air, their long walk home was most certainly one of their best ones. 

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Hellu!♡ I just found your blog and I gotta say... I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!!!!! So I wanted to request...10. "I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again" with Danny (Ghostface).. maybe fluff angst mix? uwu~~

Eyy!! Always love new people! I just started posting. Well today. So you’re real early to the party! Hope you enjoy ^^

I got a little carried away again...so much longer than I planned on. 

Fluff Prompt:

10. “I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

Danny wasn’t sure when things started changing with you. The two of you used to be inseparable. You put up with his pranks around both campsites, even helping out with some, and you gave him the sense of a normal life. As much as he enjoys the trials, he still wanted to live a relatively normal life. Before, the killings were an itch that needed scratching. When he wasn’t killing, he enjoyed regular things. Tv, video games, going to bars with friends (legal or not). 

Now? Here in the entity’s realm? He didn’t have that downtime. Plus, running around and hunting people down was exhausting. Sometimes he’d use a mori just so he could get the trials done faster. But you kept each other going...he had no idea when what you had together stopped being enough. 

It was pretty often he’d follow you around, trying to find out what it was that made you...not like you anymore. You weren’t happy anymore, you didn’t smile, you even gave up during multiple trials. At this point...he was more worried the entity would grow tired of you and...who knows what it’d do. Would you go to hell? Heaven? Right back to earth where you were pulled off in the first place? 

Anything seemed possible if something like this realm was. 

None of those existential crises mattered as much as the reason for your change in mood. At least not to him. He was more determined than he ever had been to find out what was causing your sadness, and promptly tear it to pieces. Living or not. There had to be something, right? It came out of nowhere, so there had to be a reason…

So here he was, hiding behind a tree near the survivors camp, watching as you sat idly amongst your friends. Not saying a word, simply sitting there. It didn’t even seem like you were listening. 

Danny is ashamed to say that when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he let out a girly yelp. He was about to kill whoever touched him right then and there, but the look on Jake’s face made him resist the urge. What did he want? He never talked to Danny...why was he approaching, and not just that, but going out of the borders of the survivor camp to do so?

Everyone knew that the borders protected the survivors from any angry killers. Cross those lines? You’re free game. 

“Any you’re touching me...why?” The snark was undeniable, but he wanted an answer. 

Jake rolled his eyes, seemingly unphased by the killer’s snap back. “You’re just worried about them, it’s fair. We’ve all noticed their lack of motivation. We wanna know the reason just as much as you do.” 

At that, Danny scoffed, “I highly doubt that. Either send them out or let me in.” The only rule of the camps, aside from the obvious invisible barriers preventing the killers to approach, a killer can enter the circle if they’re invited. Kind of like vampires, as Freddy once put it. He’d never been granted access. 

The only killers that have been allowed within the circle, were Danny (because of his obvious love for y/n), the members of legion, and bubby. Who quite frankly, seemed more puppy-like than killer when not in trials. 

“Alright, come on. Do whatever you gotta do.” Jake feigned displeasure, but the thought of his friend going through something he may not be able to help with? Not on his list of favorite things in the realm. 

Without a word, Danny rushed in, causing Dwight to shriek and fall off the log he was perched on, but Danny paid no mind to that. Any other time, he would have found it hilarious and even tried taking a picture or two to save the memory. But right now, you were the only priority in his mind. 

You didn’t make a noise as he came in, scooping you up in his arms in the process before sitting down on the log in your place. The only indication he had that you knew he was there was a confused look up at him from his lap. 

Danny shifted around, having you sit with your back to his chest and his head on your shoulder, slightly lifting his mask up to place a few, quick idle kisses to your neck. 

It had been the only thing to cause any noise to come out of you for weeks. You could feel him smile against your neck the moment the short giggle escaped your lips. Otherwise, he didn’t acknowledge it. 

“Hey baby, baby? Baby?” If there was one thing Danny was good at, it was getting a response from you. Even when you had gotten into the occasional fight and you insisted on the silent treatment. It never lasted long. Somehow he always got a word or two out of you, and his smug grin let you know every time that he’d won you back over. 

Shaking your head, you turned to look at him, “yes, Danny?” He huffed when you called him by his name. You always replied with “baby” or “honey” or any other sugary sweet nickname that is far too stereotypical to be anything near original. It was your own little joke, you both enjoyed the stupid nicknames, often calling each other increasingly sweet names during trials to throw the other off their game. You only ever called him by his name if you were upset. 

Choosing to ignore it for the moment, he pulled a pile of photos out of his pocket, not turning them over to allow you to see, not just yet. He was going to make you express interest if it killed him. 

“What are those, Danny?” At the second mention of his name, he let out an audible whine. 

“Darling! Baby! Honey! Where is my cute adoring nickname?” He all but nuzzled into your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle in a tight squeeze. 

And for the second time, a small giggle escaped. 

It had nothing on the wide grin that stretched so much, you could see his mask adjust. If only you could see it. 

By now, most of the survivors had slowly circled the two of you, a few closer than others. Everyone was on standby, waiting to see what was wrong and make you smile. They all knew if anyone could do it, it was Danny. 

“Why these, my precious baby doll, are pictures of us. Well. Some of us. Mostly you. Sometimes you’re just so cute when you sleep.” You scoffed, giving him a light jab with your elbow at his morbid humor. The others didn’t think the joke was so funny. But at the moment, neither of you were concerned with them. 

“Lemme see!” It was the most interesting he’d heard you for so long...far too long. So of course, he had to tease. 

“I don’t know, I’ve been enjoying my own little secret collection. What if your greasy hands ruin my beautiful photos?” He held them just out of your reach, waving them a bit for show. 

“Please? Pretty please Danny-bear?” Now that was better.

“Well, alright, if you insist.” He lowered them, slowly going through each and every one of them, explaining when and how he took each photo.

“This one was our first kiss, bet ya didn’t even see the flash. I’m just that amazing.” You could hear how smug he was in his voice, but it was clear to everyone he was going above and beyond to make you smile. 

Danny waived for all your friends to leave, prompting several to scamper away. They all obliged, and Danny waited until they were all farther out of sight before carefully spinning you around to look at your face. 

Slowly lifting his mask to show his own face, you were surprised to see a look of desperation. 

“Y/N, I'm real bad about emotional stuff. You don’t gotta tell me what’s wrong, chances are I wouldn’t understand it anyways.” He picked up his favorite photo, it was just one of you laughing, his wide grin right next to yours, looking to you as if you were the very meaning of life. To him, you were, and it shone so brightly in that moment. “I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again. If it’s something I can fix...let me fix it. I won’t stop until I hear you snort with laughter. I mean it. You better laugh so hard you cry.” 

You gave him a smile, kissing him with all of your held back emotions. “I know...I know you will. I promise I will again. Don’t leave me while I figure out how.” 

“If you think I won’t stick to you like a kicked puppy then you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“I know you will, baby. Thank you, for always being here for me.��

Tags: @highdwightofmylife

[pugszler]

personal update <3

hiiii :> 

so first things first, i’m sorry i haven’t been reblogging as much stuff lately. i haven’t been getting as much content as i’d like on my dash recently (bc ppl keep leaving tumblr, switching fandoms, blocking me, etc) so there hasn’t been much for me to reblog. :( i want to get more content but it’s always very hard for me to go searching for new blogs to follow bc i always try to make sure they’re not gross ppl or anything (amongst a bunch of other things i look for when following ppl). 

also i’m super sorry about the lack of bnha content i’ve been posting too. i’m still in the fandom!!! lol i still care about it a lot and i still want to continue to share content (both my own and others’). i just... kinda fell off of doing my usual thing where i check every bnha blog i reblog from to make sure they’re not a gross person before i reblog anything from them. i would initially “like” the post i wanna reblog and then go back through my likes later when i have free time to check the blog, etc. but... i kinda stopped doing that since like october or something bc of my declining lack of mental energy and motivation. :( so i just haven’t been reblogging any bnha fanart bc i’m afraid of reblogging from a pedo or a gross shipper or an e slur stan or something.

i haven’t made any progress on my bnha wips in the past year either... but i DO still intend to finish them, like i REALLY WANT TO!! and i plan to. i just... need to get into the right headspace again. 

i....... am currently working on a new fic right now tho. it’s uh. haha. for a different fandom entirely. (dfkhgdgjfdg it’s a self-insert reader/character fic for an otome game i played recently and i accidentally fell in love w one of the guys oops. eyy switch players, u guys heard of a game called “kitty love”? lmao date the tsundere guy so you can read my fic when it comes out lmao)

on a more personal level, i have been doing... all right. i was in a pretty bad spot towards the end of 2020. Very low motivation to do anything and i experienced a few fallouts with some friends, so that sucked. but thankfully things are a little less stressful now and i’m on some new meds and i’ve been a little more energetic lately! :) 

also i’ve been trying really hard lately to get into a relationship lately? i’m super fucking lonely lol. so i’ve been using okc for online dating. haven’t really spoken to anyone on there lately tho. honestly, i wish tumblr had a dating scene? like. i just really think i’d get along better with tumblr users rather than non-tumblr users, yknow? (cringe, right? lmao) anyway i might look into that more in the future (there’s probably tags for personal listings and stuff idk). might even make a dating profile of my own to post on my tumblr blog for anyone to check out if they’re interested in tumblr dating too?

think that’s about it. pls feel free to hmu anytime, whether you’re a mutual or a follower. i Desperately need new connections and friends, as always. i am Always excited to hear from ppl who like me and want to get to know me! <3 

hope you’re well and thank you for reading! <3

[boogarabynight]

Music Tag

Tagged by @heythereghouligans

Put your music on shuffle and type the first 10 songs that come up!

I mostly listen to 8tracks so my library is pretty sparse but I like these things so I’m doing it anyways eyy

1. Black eyes- radical face

2. Jealous (I ain’t with it)- chromeo

3. Hometown- twenty one pilots

4. Tear in my heart- twenty one pilots

5. Message man- twenty one pilots

6. Let it go- laidback luke

7. Stressed out- twenty one pilots

8. Welcome to New York- Taylor swift

9. The last time- Taylor swift

10. The end of all things- panic! At the disco

Tagging: @pichiba @chaoskid-deer @deer-and-dragons @ghostwheeze

[rakuraiwielder]

I'm working on your ask, but here's some for you: I, A, M, S, P, O, T

Ask prompt here: x

thanks puffin!! this is gonna be long and nostalgic eyy

I - HasTumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? 

I wouldn’t say “actively dislike” butthe toxicity of fandom on this website has sucked away most of my passion for Voltron lol. I used to really dig itthe first month or so after getting really into it when S2 aired. I still havean unfinished draft for a 7-parter rarepair fic //ey guess my fav duo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)// sitting in my folders. don’t think I’llbe touching it any time soon though. im rather burnt out from this fandom, evenif I do still enjoy watching all the new seasons thereafter.

another is StevenUniverse ah a. (but in its and my defence, I wasn’t really into it anywaysas compared to other fandoms. the songs are still good, but I haven’t beenkeeping up with the newer Steven bombs, one part because of motivation, andanother because the thought of going into the tags to reblog contentintimidates the heck out of me pffft)

A - Ships that youcurrently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone hasOTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

(puffin this question is gonnatake up half the ask oh god)oh bOY where do I start hahahaha. there’s so many aph and fe callbacks hahaha few otps aside I really have too manycrackpairs and platonic friendship ride-or-die squads I would die for. theseare only a few really relevant ones from the top of my head-

OTPS:

Norway/Vietnam (Hetalia) – alWAYS. i dont talk about and reblog much aph anymore but i still think about these two frequently. they were my first and closestthing ever to an actual otp in all my years of knowing what an otp was gosh Ihope to write about them again soon. their dynamics are the peak of mypreferences.

MU(avatar unit)/Silas (FE Fates) – thechildhood friends + loyal knight and liege trope + a pinch of memory loss wasnever really my thing, but guess there’s a first for everything ha h a ah a….silas is too pure for the angst I put him through im so sorry ಸ ل͜ ಸ

Berkut/Rinea (FE: SOV) – the second that one cutscene of these two played I got1000% more invested in the story pffft. anyways rinea may be top tier fav andberkut shit tier fav, and their story tragic as heck (and I would also arguethat he doesn’t deserve her), but their genuine and honest love for each otheramidst the incoming death flags gets me every time

707/MC (Mystic messenger) – honestly they can either be a really good platonicdynamic duo or a solid otp. purely from the perspective of my own MC, theycomplement each other well; perfect balance of light-hearted teasing and asolid wall of comfort for each other.

Ray-Saeran/MC (Mystic messenger) – ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(Other) Ships:

Seychelles/Iceland/HK (Hetalia) – they are good togetherromantically or platonically hahahaha. a good golden trio of kids

Russia/Vietnam (Hetalia) – their potential relationship and clashof character due to conflicting personalities fascinate me. a totally differentnoir vibe from norviet and one I hope to explore if I ever come back to aph

Nyx/Leo (FE Fates) – nyx ships are reallyrare but half of them are surprisingly sweet and poignant. Odin and Laslow tooare really sweet candidates to woo this jaded grandma’s heart.

MU/Laslow (FE Fates) – got to thank a wacky7-11 employee au dream I had for this one. but in the games their supportconversations are surprisingly thoughtful and low-key flirting which was notwhat I expected at all. wholesome.

Ham/Kai (MUxMU, FE) – remember when I said protag/protagships are the good stuff? yea h thatprincess tutu au is coming along swell

Alm/Celica (FE: SOV) – the rare main canon couple I love whodon’t die and get their happy ending (LOL this sounds really pathetic now thatI’ve said it)

Leon/Valbar (FE: SOV) – no one is surprised LOL. romantic orno, as long as leon is happy with where he stands with valbar and valbar ishappy with where he is im happy for them both

Conrad/Rinea (FE: SOV) – I know there are a couple of youreading this whos gonna give me that look but liste n; they could have met, and there is potential for them.(honestly this is just like another norviet situation where I put my 2 topfaves together for crackpair experimentation bUT IT WORKS I ASSURE YOU)

Zen/MC (Mystic messenger) – zen is so earnest that I can’t refute himhahaha. he also has a special seat in my mysme heart, since he was the firstroute I played and made me create content for the fandom proper

707/Jaehee (Mystic messenger) – they are rapidly gaining OTP status ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª aaaa nightmare flashbacks because justlike norviet they really are the rarest of crackpairs and have almost to no content(gonna get down to business and churn fic out one day). these two are moresimilar than they’d think too.

Cecil/Haruka (Utapri) – ahahaha a good ship from a guiltypleasure fandom

(Purely) Platonic:

Izuku/Iida/Ochako (BNHA) – the first golden trio of thisseries. I love them so much.

Vanderwood/MC (Mystic messenger) – they parallel each other. truly thebiggest ride-or-die duo I will support to the end of time

Zen/Yoosung (Mystic messenger) – zen is such a mother hen to yoosungwwwww truly wholesome

Chise/Ruth (Ancient Magus Bride) – platonic master/familiar-partner relationships where both of them care for each other so much to the point where they would die for the other are my one weakness. its the reason i love writing more fleshed-out pokemon aus and loyal dogs/animals in longer fics. anyways these two are good

M - Name acharacter that you’d like to have for a friend.

707. It would be a trip justknowing him. (apart from the memes. but my life is already 80% meme, honestlywhats the difference ahahaha aaa-) Just, I feel like it would be really fun tohang out with him and revel in his wackiness (even if that personality is afront, maybe one day when i finally get into his inner-circle of friends, I hopeto be privy and be a good listening ear to his truer, more sombre personality.)

On the other hand, myself-confidence and 2nd hand embarrassment will be directlyproportional to each other (And im 100% sure Seven is the kind of person whowill exploit that hAH)

S - Show us anexample of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Every relevant character inMysmes is either a type of asexual (greysexual etc.), or on various points ofthe bi-spectrum. Yeah; even self-proclaimed, “straight-laced” Zen lol.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (wealways need more ideas)

Vampire/Selkie AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

a selkie whose skin gets stolen and hidden from a human man is forced to become his bride and taken back to his village. there, to escape the stares of bigoted villagers and the clutches of her overbearing and possessive husband, she takes refuge in the only place he would not go; the old holy church.

only, she finds she isn’t the first to occupy this place of solitude. the master of the church notices her soon enough, and when vampire recognises the ancient weave of magic that flows within her, he appears; intrigued for something other than a fresh meal.

(basically a deviation from the standard vampire (romance-ish) novels lolol plot bunny hit me pre-Christmas eve dinner/yesterday and sofar im digging it. still planning the ship and fandom though; it might very easily be OC-based)

O - Choose a songat random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

since 1 is never enough, hereare 4 songs I was listening to recently:

Little Knights, Nem feat.Noire : Zen/MC(a zen-ish song through and through)

over and over, Yanagi Nagi : Saeran Choi + 707&MC(more saeran-centric with interpretative lyrics and referencing to both ray andunknown personas)

Finding something to do, HelloGoodbye : 707/Jaehee(fits their “don’t go where I can’t follow” dynamic haha ow.)

Life will Change, Shoji Meguro + Benjamin Franklin feat. Lyn Inaizumi : Kai(mui) or Ham(let)(honestly the entire persona 5 ost is massive fe fates protag feels)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons thatyou will die defending?

Not really. I’m a very flexible person when it comes tointerpretable lore and content, especially if it’s the type of HCs that thefandom collectively comes up with. Unless it’s a canon fact, I like to dabble orjust stay away from HCs in general. If I have to come up with some in my fics,then so be it. But most of the time these HCs are either super vague or onlyapply to the context in this particular piece or series of writing. Basically Idon’t mind switching HCs for charas frequently as long as it does notfundamentally change their own character. (HCs for hobbies and loves and habitsand relationships apart from their inner circle, etc. are all fine)

Honestly it just boils down to expectations lol I know myown limits, and I know not to be disappointed when canon updates end updebunking (popular) fandom HCs or my own.

[theoctoberangel]

30 Questions Tag

Tagged by @alexsvt thanks man B)

1.NICKNAMES: Doodlebug. Abbydoodle. Nobody has liked me enough to give me a nickname since I was a baby :P

2.GENDER: Female

3.STAR SIGN: Pisces

4.HEIGHT: 5′4 (smol bean)

5.TIME: 9:59pm 

6.BIRTHDAY: March 15th

7.FAVOURITE BANDS: Owl city, San Fermin, Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls, Seventeen

8.FAVOURITE SOLO ARTIST: A-Adam Young... F-Frank Turner.........

9.SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: Adore U

10.LAST MOVIE WATCHED: I staaaaaarted Doctor Strange. Before that... one of the my little pony movies

11.LAST SHOW WATCHED: my little pony

12.WHEN DID I CREATE MY BLOG: Like..... A month ago? I think? A bit more than a month ago?

13.WHAT DO I POST: Seventeen, funny stuff that happens to me, funny stuff that happens to other people, maybe eventually some art??? probably not i’m not very good and way too many personal rants bc whY NOT

14.LAST THING I GOOGLED: I was looking for a Tinkerbell wig for my Halloween costume

15. DO YOU HAVE OTHER BLOGS: yeah. like two. don’t ask about them. they’re part of my dark past.

16.DO YOU GET ASKS: Like... sometimes?? and i love it it’s so good

17.WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: bc jeonghan’s nickname is angel and he was born in october and it sounded aesthetic

18.FOLLOWING: 41

19.FOLLOWERS: 35 (eyy the same number as the person who tagged me)

20.FAVOURITE COLOURS: Gray, light pink, light green, white

21.AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I generally get 5-8 hours of sleep. 

22.LUCKY NUMBER: 7 (it’s my favorite number i dunno why)

23.INSTRUMENTS: I am mildly decent at Violin and Piana. Thaaaat’s all.

24.WHAT AM I WEARING: My new ~lightly distressed~ jeans and a flower print crop top

25.HOW MANY BLANKET I SLEEP WITH: 2, My comforter and a fuzzy one on top.

26.DREAM JOB: Makeup artist. For, like, anything. Movies, plays, celebrities, tv shows, anything that requires makeup, I’m there.

27.DREAM TRIP: I really wanna go to the salt flats after it’s rained at night... Also London, Scotland, Hawaii...

28.FAVOURITE FOOD: uhhhh probably like mac and cheese or pot roast or taco bell

29.NATIONALITY: i’m, like... american, i guess?? and 1/17th british so

30.FAVOURITE SONG RIGHT NOW: prolly mansae by seventeen

I tagggggg @aqua-terra-ventus @sing-little-blackbird @earprinting you don’t have to do it but you can if you wanna also if you see this and you want to do it but you haven’t been tagged do it anyway and say i tagged you

peace out dudes

[starrykiwis]

i was tagged by @thepinkufo to answer this 92 truths thingy thank uuuu agatha my love,, well i did it quite a while ago but here i am again. hope u had a nice day.

~~~

LAST…


[1] drink: water


[2] phone call: my sister i guess


[3] text message: my sister


[4] song you listened to: landslide by fleetwood mac thank u agatha for sending me that audio i loved it


[5] time you cried: like... a month ago or a few weeks ago


 [6] dated someone twice: nope


[7] been cheated on: nah


[8] kissed someone and regretted it: i havent reaaally kissed anyone... ever


[9] lost someone special: yep


[10] been depressed: idk tbh i’d say . . .almost or maybe


[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: no omg i h8 throwing up ugh,,, not to be random but i recently found out i like beer.. .  no one asked but i’m saying it anyway bye

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:


[12] purple


[13] yellow


[14] orange

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…


[15] made new friends: i did i’m happy bout it


[16] fallen out of love: noooo  oo 


[17] laughed until you cried: thanks lord i have it’s gr8


[18] found out someone was talking about you: idk really idc


[19] met someone who changed you: yeah i guess so


[20] found out who your true friends are: hm no


[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: again, no


[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: basically everyone i don’t have too many people on my fb


[23] do you have any pets: one dog, my angel


[24] do you want to change your name: no i don’t


[25] what did you do for your last birthday: hm i watched the olympics on tv and yeah spent the day with my family at home doing nothing at all i don’t really like birthdays tbh


[26] what time did you wake up: today at 10am i’ve been sleeping a lot lately


[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping


[28] name something you cannot wait for: finding myself somehow? also coming out as a lesbian (i guess?) bc i’m fucking claustrophobic in this closet binch narnia can choke bye


[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: i live w her and she’s in the same room as me <3


[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: not a lot actually? it’s not abt my life at all, it’s me ..my life is okay


[31] what are you listening to right now: the tv but i’m not paying attention as usual


[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: i don’t think so lol


[33] something that is getting on your nerves: myself (leaving agatha’s answer here)


[34] most visited website: lately i’d say youtube and tio google mesmo


[35] elementary: nice


[36] high school: it was okay a bit messy but okay


[37] college: i’m about to start uni next month send me good vibes


[38] hair colour: brown


[40] do you have a crush on someone: atm i don’t think so (((and btw agatha i love u)))


[41] what do you like about yourself? i can easily see beauty in stuff


[42] piercings: just the ears and i dont like it but it wasnt my choice


[43] blood type: A+ (i spent a lot time thinking it was O+ wtf)


[44] nickname: isa, ing, indie


[45] relationship status: *sighs* i’m single and gay


[46] zodiac sign: leo don’t judge me


[47] pronouns: she/her


[48] fav tv show(s): everything and every type of stuff? okay then pll, criminal minds, madeline, friends, fresh prince of bel air, voltron. . .idk i forgot something whats my name where am i oh hi


[49] tattoos: i want flowers!!! but i have none atm rip


[50] right or left handed: right handed

FIRST…


[51] surgery: i took some teeth out


[52] piercing: ears


[53] best friend: julia i guess she was my neighbour


[54] sport: swimming


[55] vacation: i cant rmr rn lol


[56] pair of trainers: cant rmr


[57] eating: hm i guess fruits


[58] drinking: milk from my mother surely (leaving agatha’s answer again)


[59] i’m about to: sigh


[60] listening: nothing specific


[61] waiting for: watch dunkirk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11khkshjskfhdjJHSKJASHKJ


[62] want: to meet the sea again during the night and feel the fresh wind in my face and the sand through my toessss


[63] get married: i don’t plan on that & can’t really see this happening


[64] career: well idk??? but.. . probably a librarian

YOUR TYPE…


[65] hugs or kisses: idk hugs i guess maybe both


[66] lips or eyes: idk??yeah


[67] shorter or taller: idc


[68] older or younger: my age or older


[69] romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous


[70] nice arms or nice stomach: idc


[71] sensitive or loud: hm idk whaTAT


[72] hook up or relationship: probs relationships?? idk


[73] troublemaker or hesitant: idk.. . man these were hard i’m telling you

HAVE YOU EVER…


[74] kissed a stranger? no


[75] drank hard liquor? yeah


[76] lost glasses/contact lenses? no i dont wear them


[77] turned someone down? yep


[78] sex on first date? nein


[79] broken someone’s heart? i hope not :// idk


[80] had your own heart broken? no wow


[81] been arrested? oh no


[82] cried when someone died? yes


[83] fallen for a friend: nevah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…


[84] yourself? sometimes...


[85] miracles? hmmm...maybe


[86] love at first sight? não


[87] santa claus? i never really did


[88] kiss on the first date? ?? w?w?it happens??obvs


[89] angels? i do


[90] current best friend’s name: i don’t have a “main” best friend. my friends are the best people ever i love them


[91] eye colour: brown


[92] favourite movies: oh omg idk im lazy rn bye!!!!

idk who to tag so yeah i’ll do it randomly @walkingintheamm @fairylightsstyles @harrystylesgotmefuckedup @magic-view @stardustsharry @harrysera @androgynoustyles (i hope u come back soon) @cheshirepuddin @eyy-jenny @mizpahes @latelatestyles @sweetcreatured ignore it if you don’t want to do this! hope yall had a nice day

[vlad-thee-inhaler]

RULES: Tagged? Write a note with 92 truths about you! Tag 25 people. 

Ey! Thanks, @x-sparkling-sun-x and @barba-booty! I adore these little tag thingies! ;)

LAST:

LAST THING I BOUGHT: A venti Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks. Shit was good as hell. <3

LAST STORE I VISITED: Barnes and Noble!

LAST TEXT MESSAGE: “Yes! You never know what will happen!”

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: “Shoop” by Salt N’ Peppa. Some 90s realness on this Sunday evening.

LAST THING I ATE: Potato soup.

HAVE YOU EVER:

DATED SOMEONE TWICE: Hell. No. My exes are trash, mostly.

BEEN CHEATED ON: Probably. I don’t even give a fuck now, tbh. Hope he had fun with his hoes! 

KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: Yes. Ugh.

LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Yeah. Sadly.

BEEN DEPRESSED: Yes. ):

BEEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: Yes, and it was HELL. Never have three big-ass solo cups of vodka and cranberry, kids. It’ll make you question your existence the next day.

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

MADE A NEW FRIEND: Yes.

FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: No.

LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: Fuck yes! The best feeling ever.

MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: No.

FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FRIENDS WERE: Nah. I did find out a couple years ago, though. 

FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: No.

GENERAL:

HOW MANY PEOPLE ON TUMBLR DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE?: Maybe around 5 or 6? I don’t know, man.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Yes! A black Cane Corso Pitbull mix named Kiko. She is so sweet. <3

DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME?: Yes. Preferably to my middle name, Jeané. I hate my name, honestly. 

WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?: Around 9.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT?: Wrote a VERY dirty song with my BFFs. Low-key dedicated to Raúl Esparza.

NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: The end of this hellish semester, in December - I’m dying already, guys... Plus, we’re going back to New York City before Christmas, so I’m stoked!

HAVE YOU EVER MET SOMEONE NAMED TOM?: No, surprisingly. 

WHAT’S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RN?: The fact that I have school tomorrow. PLUS, I gotta spend my birthday (which is on Wednesday. Send me headcanons, plz - It will keep me from ending it all.) writing a paper. SMH.

BLOOD TYPE: No clue.

NICKNAME: My full name is Tiara, but I often go by Tee. My granny calls me Pootie Tang. Mom calls me Tee Tee Boo. Don’t judge me, y’all. xD

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single! And proud. Eyy. 

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo - AKA, the best fucking sign ever. Y’all other hoes need to bow down. ;) LMAO, JK!

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

FAVORITE TV SHOW: Kitchen Nightmares.

COLLEGE: University of Virginia.

HAIR COLOR: Brown.

LONG OR SHORT: Long! Got my braids in. Yass. <3

DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEBODY: If they ain’t celebrities, than nah. 

FIRSTS:

FIRST SURGERY: Haven’t had any yet. Let us keep it that way.

FIRST PIERCING: None. I want a septum piercing, though. But I HATE pain! Damn.

FIRST BEST FRIEND: This girl named Diamond. We were friends in Kindergarten. She had cut my hair with scissors tho. Whether it was intentional or not is up for dispute. My mom thinks that it was on purpose, though. She has a theory that she was jealous of me for having long hair? I had long-ass hair back then.

FIRST SPORT YOU JOINED: Is marching band considered a sport? Hell, I say it is. As much as we die out in the sun, marching, holding 20-pound instruments for 8 hours? Yeeeah. I will fight anyone who tells me different. LMAO.

FIRST VACATION:  First one I remember? Florida, I believe.

FIRST PAIR OF SNEAKERS: No clue.

EATING: Baby food, I suppose?

DRINKING: Milk. From a bottle. LMAO.

I’M ABOUT TO: Eat some salted caramel Pepperidge Farm cookies. Those shits are BOMB.

LISTENING TO: “Michelle” by The Beatles.

WANT KIDS: Yes! 

GET MARRIED: Hell yeah! 

CAREER: Either a lawyer, or a journalist. Or a novelist.

WHICH IS BETTER:

LIPS OR EYES: Eyes!

HUGS OR KISSES: Hugs. I love hugs so much. They have the power to make my day.

SHORTER OR TALLER: Shorter! Being a shortie myself, I cannot help but to be more inclined to my people. <3

OLDER OR YOUNGER: Y’all already know... Have y’all not seen my insane daddy kink? xD

ROMANTIC OR SPONTANEOUS: Romantic! I’m a whore for love and validation.

SENSITIVE OR LOUD: Sensitive!

HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: Relationship. I am worth MUCH more than that hit-it-and-quit-it bullshit. LOL.

TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER:

KISSED A STRANGER: Um... If he is my friend’s co-worker, does that make him a stranger? I was drunk, y’all. Cut me some slack.

DRANK HARD LIQUOR: Yup. Rum, vodka, whiskey (fireball), and tequila (not a fan of that so much, though).

LOST GLASSES/CONTACTS: No! I. Would. Die.

SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: Hell naw! I’m a virgin anyway, but still, pfft.

BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: Maybe?

BEEN ARRESTED: Nope!

TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Yes.

FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Kinda?

DO YOU BELIEVE:

IN YOURSELF: *Laughs* You’re funny as hell. But, no. I actually hate myself. (:

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: No.

HEAVEN: I dunno. Not like my heathen ass will be able to get in there anyway. ;)

SANTA CLAUS: Y’all think I’m seven years old? xD

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I tag: @barbaesparza, @reverendjonasnightingale, @velovr, @fortheloveofallthingsraul, and 21 more people. I am lazy, and a disgrace to society. LOL.

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CHASING SUNS: Chapter 7 Change Hands

1,978 words Oooh look, an important plot development! *rubs hands together* Tagging inspirationals/baes @nifwrites @themissimmortal @blindbae <3

The drive back to HQ was tense. Cam leaned against the passenger window, her breath fogging the glass as she rubbed blood from the corner of her eye with the sleeve of her black undershirt. The gash had clotted for the most part but the spot above her eyelid was refusing to let up. She wiped the glass of condensation.

Cam learned early on that driving in a vehicle with Gladio in such close proximity was the worst thing to exist. More than anything despite how little she knew the man, there was nothing else she’d rather do than reach over and stroke the tattoo feathers of his forearm, following them up and around his back, where the rest of it hid beneath his black tank top. She blamed it on the Astrals; It was all their fault.

Gladio glanced at her while driving a straight stretch, running his palm back and forth over the steering wheel. He contemplated keeping his mouth shut, letting the drive be silent, but decided against it. “Your eye hurt?”

Cam kept staring out the window. “Not really. Shoulder does.”

Gladio sighed. “Right, sorry ‘bout that.” He stole another glance. “Why the hell were you taking on that thing by yourself, anyways? You don’t seem well-equipped enough to -”

“Excuse me?” Cam looked up at him, her eyebrows angled. “What do you mean, well-equipped? I took that thing down with one handgun, if you don’t recall.”

“I-I mean like-” Another look. She was so plain, so ordinary. So, civilian. She didn’t belong in this business. He groaned. “You, haven’t been hunting for very long, right?”

Cam tried not to take offense to his prying look. “No, what of it?”

“Why this one?” Gladio grabbed the hunt flyer in his right fist, waving it. “Why a red? And with a gun? You’d be better off with swords or even daggers for that kind of asshole.”

“Well sorr-y for not being a weapons expert,” Cam flushed with annoyance. “I killed it though, right? So your argument is invalid.”

“Psh, you got lucky and you know it.”

“You really know how to put a damper on things, don't you?”

“Good, maybe you won’t do it again.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?!”

Gladio’s hands tensed on the wheel. He accelerated a bit, but eased off the gas once he noticed the change in speed. “Just...why put yourself in that kind of danger?”

Cam frowned. “What do I have to lose?”

“Uhh, your life for one thing.” He focused on the road, the telltale winding turns near HQ coming up. Almost there. “Unless that’s, you know, not important to you…”

She never considered herself the kind to let life go just like that, but since Nolan’s death she did feel less safe, less attachment to the living. The most attached she felt was to the man in the driver’s seat, but that was the doing of stars and not her own. “No, it’s important to me. Sorry, just a bad day, err week perhaps…Month...I don’t know.”

Gladio didn’t pry as he exited the tunnel and into hunter HQ, pulling into an open spot near the first aid shack. 

Just as she hopped out of the Jeep Greyson was on her, pulling her into a rib-crushing hug. “What the hell, Cam?! You went on a hunt by yourself?!” He leaned back from her, his eyes bulging at her cut. “Goddammit, are you alright?”

Cam exhaled, stepping back and rubbing her sore shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just getting it checked out, if you’ll excuse me…”

She ducked into the large shack, Gladio exceptionally close behind her, closing the door in Greyson’s face. Cam could hear his voice faintly from outside, “alright, I’ll wait here then…”

The clinic reeked of rubbing alcohol, though the distinct metallic tang of blood hung in the air. A younger man in a suit covered by a stained lab coat looked up from a magazine as Cam entered the office. “Eyy, just closed down for the night sweet-cheeks, ‘fraid ya gonna need to come back-”

He sat up straighter as Gladio came into view. “Oh ehh, evenin’ Mr. Amicitia, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Gladio stepped next to Cam. “Think she needs stitches, or something.”

Dino got up from his desk and circled around it towards the two of them, his face crinkling when he caught sight of Cam’s wound. “Aye, he rough ya up, dollface? Lemme take a look at ‘dat.”

Cam closed her eyes as he prodded her face, gently separating the cut where it had begun to scab over, checking the depth of the wound. He hummed and ho’ed. “Eh, kinda shallow. Definitely gonna scar, though. Sorry hun, least you’ll intimidate the fellas.”

He reached over to a small caddy, opened it up and pulled out some iodine, wetting a gauze pad with it and taking care to clean the cut without disturbing the skin as he dabbed along the gash. Across from Cam, Gladio leaned against a cabinet full of medical supplies, his expression indistinguishable. Whether lost in thought or just really interested in watching Dino work, Cam couldn’t tell.

Dino soaked up the antiseptic with a clean pad before applying some strips of suture tape to the bad spots. When finished he leaned back, admiring his handiwork. “There ya go, doll. Good’as new.”

Cam offered a bleak smile and thanked him before her and Gladio left the clinic. As promised, Greyson was outside waiting for them. “Fuck, Cam. I’m sorry, I-”

“You won’t be training her anymore,” Gladio announced, his shoulders rolling back a bit. “I’m taking over.”

Greyson seemed taken aback. “B-beg your pardon?”

“If you'd've trained her with proper weapons instead of cop outs she might’ve walked away without a scratch.”

Woah. Cam gaped at him while Greyson’s eyebrows shot up. “Hey, we were getting to those eventually,  she had to start somewhere!”

Gladio scoffed. “Fair enough, but I’ll take it from here-”

“Perhaps I can decide on my own instead?” Cam interjected, crossing her arms. It wasn’t like her to delve head-first into conflict, again something influencing her with it but she steeled herself, sighing and looking at her dead fiance’s best friend. “Greyson, thank you for helping me get this far, I really appreciate it, but I think I have a lot to learn from him.”

She turned to look at Gladio, his eyes...hopeful? It lasted but a brief second, but it was there, just long enough to give her resolve. “Alright, your turn I guess.”

Gladio nodded and stepped back, heading towards the bar. He spoke over his shoulder. “Meet me when you’ve collected your bounty. You owe me a cold one.”

Cam felt genuinely good about herself, the mark on her hip seemed to inject confidence into her bloodstream as she watched Gladio walk away. Greyson’s question pulled her from her thoughts. “What did you hunt?”

Cam whipped her head back to him and smiled, retracting somewhat at the sting of tension against her cut. “Naga.”

His eyes turned into saucers, gaping. “You what?! No fucking way....”

“Yes way.” She pulled her phone from her back pocket, opened it up to the photo gallery and showed him the trophy kill. Greyson’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Cam! You took that down by yourself??”

“Yep,” she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit smug. “Three clips in total. It doesn’t like being shot in the face.”

“No shit,” Greyson shook his head with a massive grin. “Nolan would be so proud of you.”

At the mention of his name Cam frowned for a brief moment, though she knew he was right. Nolan would have been proud of her, finally standing up and having a fighting chance. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Cam left Greyson and went to collect her earnings, an impressed Dave almost not believing she did it by herself, but he’d counted out the gil and made a side comment about underdogs and betting oh her more often. “Good to see that flyer finally gone from the hunt board,” he mentioned, rubbing a stubble-dusted chin. “You’ll be making a name for yourself in no time.”

“Just doing what I can,” Cam shrugged.

“All we ask. Anything helps.”

She stuffed the couple thousand gil in a tight wad and shoved it deep in her pocket before stepping inside the bar.

It was a busy night, the damp air outside keeping everyone indoors. Cam located Gladio easily, her mark finding him before she even caught sight the man and she headed towards him. He wasn’t alone, though she was glad to see Steph was nowhere to be found.

“Heya, Cam!” Prompto slid along the booth seat to give her a spot. “Heard you’re really shooting for the stars, eh?”

“Yes, rather impressive a feat you managed to pull off.”

That voice, it was uncanny to a fault. The man who spoke however, was not. “Have we met?”

“If I’m right in assuming,” he began, adjusting his dark shades, “You sold me some beetroots at market, in Lestallum.”

Cam’s eyes widened, realizing the three of them were the same group of friends from that day two years prior. They were missing one, though...She didn’t touch on that. Might be fresh wounds. “Good memory.” She looked him over once more, deciding he at least seemed to be a familiar face, though not in the same condition. “You didn’t um, have those scars though…?”

A heavy sigh. “Correct.”

Prompto took an opportune jab at the three of them. “Sheesh, you guys trying to start a club or something?”

The three of them shared perplexed looks. Prompto groaned. “Uhh, your left eyes? I look like a sissy next to you three.” He left to grab the next round, not before Cam slipped him a hundred gil.

After introducing herself properly to Ignis, she shuffled into the booth and leaned against the wall. She was tired, but something kept her going. The proximity to her soulmate if she had to guess. Cam was buzzing, her knee bouncing and tapping the table as she spoke up. “So, what’s on the agenda for training?”

He rubbed the underside of his dark beard, scratching at it. “Couple of hunts to get warmed up, then I’m showing you how to duel. Best way to get your reflexes up.”

Cam’s eyebrows hiked up. “Duel? Really?”

“Yes, really,” Gladio leaned back in his seat as Prompto returned with four frosty beers. He nodded and thanked him and took a swig. “Sparring with a partner will help you better than any daemon could because you’re matching up with one of your own species.”

“Brutish way to phrase it,” Ignis chided, “though accurate.”

Cam had already begun peeling the label from her beer bottle, fraying the paper edges as she looked up at Gladio. “Alright, what do I need?”

“Use some of that small fortune you just got paid and buy yourself a short sword.” He paused, considering something. “Make that two short swords.”

“Two? That-”

“Gladdy, hun?”

Cam’s skin crawled, the melodic voice ice against her ears. Steph was approaching their booth, a strange lilt to her expression that made her look both sinister and innocent at the same time. She couldn’t trust it. Steph spoke again. “Gladdy, you didn’t text me that you got back. What’s the big idea?”

Gladio sighed, but seemed apologetic. “Sorry, babe.” He rose from his seat to put his arm around Steph. “Cam, this is-”

“We’ve met,” Cam stopped him. She noticed the daggers in her tone so she forced some sensibility in her voice. “Nice to see you.”

“All the same.” Conceited, above her.

Cam’s side flared up. She left her barely dented beer on the table and bid them goodnight, storming out of the bar for the second time that evening.