#he is still kind and empathetic and an anxious bean that needs a hug

[sakura-code]

Misfit AU: Yuma Kokohead

The new, young detective rookie that has joined the Nocturnal Detective Agency. A kind, young man who aspires to be a detective to bring happiness to others, especially in Kanai Ward. He is actually a prodigy when it comes to being a detective, even if he sometimes makes some morally-ambiguous choices (not like he enjoys it either), but is held back due to his lack of confidence and his shaky desire of whether or not he wants to continue (or in his mind deserves) to be a Detective. His Forte is Coalescence, which is the ability to connect with other Fortes and even use them, but only if he holds hands, something he is kind of reluctant to do. He may be one of the kindest, most empathetic person you will ever meet, but he also has many secrets he tries to hide from everyone, even his loved ones. Some even go as far to dip into ‘dark secrets’ territory.

Yuma was once a normal, happy kid who lived in a village with his mom not too far from Kanai Ward. But when he has just turn into a teen, Amaterasu came to the village to buy the land for Kanai Ward, and his mom ends up dead when trying to investigate the corporation dealings. From there, his life turns completely upside down from the laid-back, village life he once lived in. But at least he is not alone, as he has a spirit companion by his side named Shinigami, the God of Death from the Book of Death that his mom’s family has protected for generations, and his best friend Makoto Kagutsuchi, the mysterious adopted son of the CEO of Amaterasu. With the Death pact inbound, he becomes the ‘Death Detective,’ a mysterious Detective known for being able to expose any mysteries in Kanai Ward, no matter how much the culprits and the Peacekeepers try to keep it that way. But solving these mysteries comes with the price of the culprits’ death, something Yuma is not a fan of. Even more so when he learns why multiple criminals turn down the dark path to begin with. So now Yuma wants to find a way to solve mysteries without using the Mystery Labyrinths, and in hope to help the people of Kanai Ward out of the darkness they are trapped in.

Now if only someone can help pull Yuma out of the darkness as well…

[awidowgast]

on klaus, trauma and self-destruction

look, i know that klaus gets woobified by the fandom a lot - which i don’t particularly like or agree with because he is an immensely complex and flawed character and that is part of what makes him interesting (plus it does the other characters a disservice by always making them the bad guys) - but i wanna try and break down what i think some of the disconnect is.

i feel like, in show, the hargreeves siblings struggle to see each other a lot of the time. they are making progress, especially with vanya, but it does seem like klaus gets left out of the loop a bit. while the circle of siblings is becoming more connected, klaus is still a little isolated. part of that is clearly his own doing, but some of it is also that his siblings struggle to understand that klaus’ dependence on substances isn’t a result of him not caring or only wanting to shrug off responsibility, but a legitimate issue stemming from trauma. and don’t get me wrong, they all have trauma, but not everyone deals with that in the same way. 

some people’s reaction to trauma is messy. it doesn’t fit nicely into the “anxious little bean uwu” or the “romantic tragically depressed” trope. trauma can also mean self-destruction and self-medicating. it can mean lashing out and running away. PTSD also means mood swings and sudden anger and intense reactions. klaus is obviously responsible for his own choices and actions, but i also think it’s a bit ironic that people both in show and in the fandom often completely misunderstand how his trauma and substance abuse work with one another. folks either completely excuse his behaviour or they vilify him for it, when in truth, klaus is just mentally ill in a way that is pretty fucking realistic; aka it’s ugly.

and because it’s ugly, people often want to transform it into something else. his siblings chalk it up to him being air-headed, or unaffected or weak or careless, instead of it being a problem that he legitimately needs help with. (part of that is also their own trauma getting in the way of viewing things clearly). the fandom, on the other hand, often acts as if he only means well all the time and it’s really all his siblings fault, which also isn’t true. klaus does self-destructive shit, he preserves himself in ways that are incredibly unhealthy and he pushes people away in the process. being mentally ill does not mean that you aren’t supposed to own up to when you’ve hurt people and klaus does hurt people.

that being said he also deserves sympathy and it is important to understand that addiction does not have an easy fix. i’ve seen some posts of people being absolutely horrible about klaus relapsing in S2, saying that it makes him a despicable person, which is a serious misunderstanding of how addiction and mental illness work. relapses are extremely common and most people, even those in consistent therapy, will experience one or two at least. klaus basically went cold turkey, and is in a never-ending process of re-traumatizing himself because of the circumstances he and his family are in, so a relapse isn’t that surprising to me. relapsing is part of recovery, it doesn’t make someone evil or disgusting, and i do not like that this is the stance we so often take with people who are addicts. 

i think more than anything, i just want klaus to be taken seriously by his family (and by the fandom). i just want them to look at him and see that he’s having a hard time and give him a hug instead of brushing it off as him purely seeking attention. because klaus fucking melts when someone is tender with him. that scene in the club with dave kills me because of the way klaus leans into his hand. it screams that he wants to be loved and treated with kindness. he’s super tactile with his siblings and he clearly loves them so so much. he can be very selfish, but he can also be incredibly empathetic. he does hurtful things, but he’s also willing to say sorry. he makes bad choices, but he would also run headfirst into danger for the people he loves. he’s multifaceted and i wish people would treat him that way.

[sweetwritertanya]

Nothing To Be Jealous About (Yoongi)

Summary: You know something is wrong with Yoongi but you can’t quite understand what or why. When you two finally discuss it, turns out is something you didn’t even realize and it leads to quite an unexpected result.

Warnings: SMUT!! This was not supposed to be a smutty fic, but I kind of had this idea and… well, I just had to write it in this installment of the series. The final two should be just fluffy one-shots! Anyway, for this one be prepared for: swearing, mention of past insecurities of reader, erotic body touching, belly kink, grinding, unprotected sex (don’t do as I write, do as I say!), pulling out, missionary position, aftercare.

Word Count: 4010

You know something is wrong. In fact, you are more than sure of it. You just couldn’t quite figure out what, or why.

Yoongi is extremely quiet. More so than usual as he drives you two back to your place, after an evening with your friends at a birthday party. Eyes set on the road, radio turned on but with no reaction from him, jaw tense and moving from side to side every other time. The last time he even spoke to you was to tell you he was leaving, just announcing it instead of asking if you were ready to go like he usually did. He knew you depended on him to drive you home, so he always made sure you were ready to leave, enduring the social gathering for a bit longer than he would if not for you.

You pressed your lips together and couldn’t help the way your eyebrows pulled together with worry. Maybe he was mad at you for convincing him to come to the birthday party when he wouldn’t know anyone there. Even with the promise of staying with him all the time, not letting him be pushed to the side and ignored, something you refused to do no matter the circumstance, maybe he still felt left out. It was the only reason you could come up with for him to be mad at you.

As your apartment building came into view after a curve down the road, your heart hammered as you weren’t sure how to procced. When he pulled by the sidewalk, without turning the car’s engine off and waiting for you to take your seatbelt off, you knew it was serious.

“Yoongi…” you start to say as the seatbelt rides up your torso.  

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow” he dryly says, in a low voice barely audible over the radio. He still refuses to catch a glance your way.

Defeated and hurt, you just open the door and step out. You watch from the sidewalk as the car drives away, the increase of the distance only incrementing the worry in your heart. But you knew Yoongi. He needed his space and time to himself, to his own thoughts. Unfortunately, that meant all you could really do was wait.

Sure enough, the next day you woke up to a text message from him, wishing you a good morning and reminding you he would pick you up after work, before going for a long recording session at the studio. It was like nothing happened, the same old caring Yoongi. You pondered if you should just play along and let it go, but you knew it would bother you forever of you did.

Determined to get to the bottom of the issue, you sent a text back telling him you two would talk then and went on with your day.

You weren’t the only one who was nervous and just a little bit edgy about it all, and it showed. As soon as you saw Yoongi with his dark glasses on and a beanie over his straight light brown fringe, smiling awkwardly and even waving a hand from the driver’s seat, you could tell he was anxious too.

“Hi” you greet as you open the passenger’s door, returning the apprehensive smile.

“Hi, sugar cup. How was your day?”

He doesn’t lean in for a kiss, but that wasn’t unusual. Outside of the house, his affections would only go as far as holding hands or resting his hand on your waist, as well as the occasional cheek pecks. It wouldn’t be anything new for him to keep his loving welcome for when you two arrived home.

“Fine, same as always, really. How about you?” you ask back as the car starts moving, seatbelt on and leaning slightly towards him to contemplate his reactions.

“Woke up late and spent most of the morning working on a new beat. Then I went out with the guys to grab something to eat before coming here to pick you up. In about two hours I need to go back to the studio again.”

“I thought you were trying to sleep early? Get on a healthier sleep schedule?” Your concern shows on your forehead and pursued lips.

“Yeah, well…” he sighs. “I couldn’t really fall asleep last night. I was so restless and I didn’t even take a shower or nothing…”

He scratches his head beneath the grey beanie as he mentions this. You were wondering why he was wearing a beanie in the first place. Although it was getting colder, since autumn was right around the corner, it was still not nearly cold enough to wear such a warm accessory. In fact, you were even wearing a skirt and a stripped black and white t-shirt next to him, a light denim jacket on top and some white sneakers. Turns out he was only hiding his unwashed hair.

“Was it because of what happened yesterday?” you inquire softly.

“Hum? What? What are you talking about?” he avoids the subject, turning his head slightly to his window and, even with the sunglasses on, you were sure he was avoiding eye contact. His voice tone kind of raised an octave and his satoori accent came out, dragging out the vowels sluggishly, clear indications of his uneasiness.

“We should talk about it, Yoongi. What made you mad?” you continue, leaning in closer to him even as he kept squirming in his seat.

“Mad? I was never mad, I don’t know what you are talking about” he persists.

“Did… Did I do something wrong? Is that why you were angry at me?”

That seems to get a different reaction from him. His head snaps towards you, thin lips slightly open as he shakes his head, the right hand that was holding the steering wheel coming to rest on top of yours, above your knee.

“You did nothing wrong, sugar cup. Nothing wrong, I promise” he assured with absolute honesty in his clear voice.

“Talk to me?” You place your other hand on top of the one he had holding yours. “Please?”

His lips press together and he squeezes your hand before removing it since you two had arrived back at your home and he needed it to park the car.

“Let’s talk inside, okay?” he requests.

“Sure. I’ll even make you a homemade iced americano before you leave. You must be sweating in those clothes” you speculate, tugging at his beanie.

He chuckles, an honest one this time, and follows you after locking the car, up the stairs of your building to your floor and inside the small apartment.

“Let me start brewing the coffee so that is nice and fresh to drink. Go ahead and get comfortable.”

You move to the kitchen after leaving your bag and jacket on the coat rack by the front door. Turning on the coffee machine, you fill it with water before putting in the beans and pressing the button to pour into a carafe.

As you watch the dark warm liquid starting to pour, two delicate arms slowly wrap themselves around your soft middle, just beneath yours, Yoongi’s chest pressing to your back as he ducks his head into your shoulder. You smile and lean into the back hug, that comforting sense of belonging almost making you forget anything had happened at all.

“I don’t mind hanging out with your friends. I don’t mind going to parties as long as I’m with you by my side” he starts in a low whisper against the skin of your shoulder, hot breath sending tingles down your spine. “I do mind that a guy touched your belly.”

Frowning, you fight the instinct to turn around and look at him in confusion, knowing he would rather keep his expression hidden against your neck.

“What? A guy touched my belly?” the incredulity was evident in your voice, as you pulled through your memory of the day before, not quite remembering such a thing happening.

“When he accidently knocked into you. Before I could catch you, he steadied you with a hand on your stomach and kept it there while he apologized” he explained, mumbling with still a bit of resentment in the tone.

“Wait, was that it?” His words brought back the memory and you did recall the incident. It was an exchange that couldn’t have lasted longer than thirty seconds. “Is that why you said you were going home soon after? Are you…” The mere thought sounded ridiculous. “Are you jealous, Yoongi?”

He huffed and puffed in disregard of such a theory, and yet his arms grew tighter around you.

“Shush. That’s such a stupid thing to get jealous over” he murmured through his teeth. But he wasn’t quite denying it either. “I remember it took me about ten months, you know?”

You leaned your head to the side in question, to which he started pecking the newly available skin.

“For what?”

“For me to touch your belly. To see you without a shirt on” he elucidated further. “Even in bed, it took so long for me to convince you to take your top off during sex. I was denied so long of this beautiful fluffy stomach and now another man just comes around and grabs it like it’s nothing. You used to scrunch up when I did that.”

Finally understanding where he was coming from, you turn around and take his delicate round face he had been hiding in between your hands. Thick and darker eyebrows drawn together behind his long fringe, small and sharp ebony eyes looking heavy with lowered creased lids, thin dry lips pouting cutely. Even if he was not proud of it, knowing in fact it was a bit ridiculous, and even if he would never admit it, he was jealous.

He was right. It took you a long time to be comfortable enough with him to show all of your bountiful physique to him. You struggled to understand he was actually interested in dating you. You struggled with physical demonstrations of affection. You were scared of revealing too much of your body in front of him. In particular, your plush potbelly. But Yoongi was patient and kind and empathetic. He was a big part of the reason you were so much more confident in yourself now. And he was right. If this had happened last year, before you met Yoongi, you would have panicked and flinch as soon as your stomach was touched.

“Love, you have nothing to be jealous about. The only reason I’m so comfortable nowadays is you. Because of you and all of the patience you had with me. Because I love you and, for some reason, you love me. All of me, just as I am.”

The corners of his lips tug upwards in a small smile as he closes his eyes and bumps his forehead against yours, the thumbs of the hands settled at your wide hips soothing the skin over the fabric of your skirt at the same time yours soothed the skin of his cheeks.

“How about we just pretend this all thing never happened?” he proposed, more for his own sake than anything.

“Hmm, I don’ know… This was actually pretty revealing” you ponder, your hands going around his shoulders and starting to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Should I take this as a lesson and be a little more protective of my stomach around other guys? I wouldn’t really give it a second though before, but you seem to be very defensive of my belly.”

“It’s one of my favorite parts of you” he confesses, bumping his nose into yours playfully, a familiar smirk coming to his lips that you recognized.

“My belly? Really?” Your eyebrows shot straight up. That was news to you.

“Why do you think…” He interrupts his own sentence to land a short peck at your lips, making you giggle. “that I always ask you…” Another smooch. “to let me sleep on your belly?”

“I thought it was just a cute thing you do” you confess, leaning into him and tilting your head for another short kiss.

“You’re the cute one” he decides.

His lips caress yours lovingly in feathering meetings, mouths coming together once, twice, the count quickly lost as the kisses grew longer, deeper, passionate. His hands are all over your back and sides, pulling your closer to him, feeling your softness envelop him. Yours are grasping at his short hairs and stroking his shoulders and neck. The taste of mint with a hint of musk overpowers any other. He smelled of pine and myrrh.

Drunk by everything that made this magnificent man him, you don’t notice how he guides you across the room, your feet falling backwards as he pushes forward unknowingly. Living in a small one-bedroom apartment did have some advantages, namely the fact that the bedroom was never too far away. Before you knew it, the back of your knees hit the mattress of your bed and you fall with your back on the bouncy item.

You have barely any time to process the evolution of the circumstances for soon Yoongi was hoovering above you with his mouth sucking and licking at your neck and shoulders, hands relishing in the expanse of your legs and hips.

“Show me, sweetums.” He whispers hotly in your ear before leaning back just enough for you to see his dark, veiled with list eyes and pinkish cheeks. “Take your clothes off and show me all. Just for me. Only me.”

Gulping, your lift yourself up enough to reach his mouth and kiss him avidly, wondrously, guiding him up with lips still attached until he was sat on the bed. You broke the kiss only to attend to his request, standing up and pulling the zipper of your skirt down and forcing the fabric down your hips until it pooled next to your feet. You had simple white cotton panties underneath, but Yoongi didn’t seem to mind. Grabbing the hem of your t-shirt with both hands, you pulled the stretchy fabric over your head in one go, letting it fall alongside the skirt on the floor. The nude bra you had on and the panties was all the clothing you had left on your curvaceous body. And Yoongi was drinking it all in.

“My beautiful Y/N…” he hums, stretching his arms in an invitation for you to come closer as he sat at the edge of the bed.

As soon as they could, hands grasp your love handles and pull your bulky frame in, Yoongi’s mouth starting a hot and wet trail of kisses on your luscious tummy. His tenderness and devotion magnify the butterflies at the pit of your stomach by a thousand, this scorching wave of affection and love enveloping your heart and hazing your brain. You hold on to Yoongi’s shoulders to keep you standing straight as he keeps the caresses over your belly, with his eyes closed in bliss and greedy hands restless. The feeling of his black t-shirt bothers you, since all you wanted was his naked skin under yours, so you pull at the fabric and he moves back with arms up just enough for you to take off his shirt for him. Your hands could now stroke his soft pale skin directly as he continued the caresses on your middle.

Open-mouthed kisses suddenly turn into raspberry kisses that tickle your skin and make you laugh and push back, only for him to pull you back to the bed, your feet dangling over the edge as he lays on top of you. You sigh with pleasure as his mouth keeps kissing at your tingling skin, feeling the way Yoongi’s finger sink in crevices between the rolls of flesh, only to then knead at the fluffiness.

His mouth bites at the bump of flesh of your lower belly and you gasp not in pain but in surprise, for he had never done that before. He soothes the denting mark he left with his tongue while his hands searched around your back for the hook of the bra. Soon that garment is gotten rid of, his mouth moving slowly but surely up your abdominal area until it reaches the valley between your breasts.

“This… This is another favorite” he says against your feverish skin, just before his hands cup your tits and his mouth envelops one of your sensitive nipples.

“Y-Yoongi!” you exhale with a shudder, a particular strong rush of lust shooting straight to your core.

The tongue is merciless against the puckered nub, swirling around it, flicking it from side to side and up and down, mouth sucking on it and tongue flattening against it. The neglected hard nub is soon joining the torturous pleasure as his hand teases it just as much, thumb brushing it constantly and fingers pulling and tweaking.

The hands you have running down his back are leaving red trails on the skin in reaction to his ministrations, your hips starting to bucker up and brushing against the slim leg he has in between yours. The white cotton was already stained with your obvious need for more.

Desperately, your hands rummage around for his belt and start undoing the clasp, soon followed by the top button of his dark jeans and, finally, the zipper. You felt it as soon as you started to undo the button, the burgeoning stiffness of his cock, constricted by the fabric of the trousers. Pulling them down, the swollen member sprung completely up, tenting his black boxers.

“So eager, my Y/N” he notices, leaving your chest to lift himself up and level his eyes with yours. “So perfect.”

Lips clamping yours, you are taken by surprise when you feel him pull his boxers down just enough to release his throbbing erection and start rubbing it against your protruding tummy. You moan and grunt with building frustration as your womb clenches around nothing, the length you so much craved for grinding over the top of where your uterus would be.

Yoongi is all pants and silent grunts as he rubs his dick alongside the rolls of flesh, hissing every time the swollen tip would get caught in between the bumps, sinking into the heavenly warm skin as if in a tight hug. His hips are snapping against your belly almost of their own will, his face now crimson red hidden in your neck, where he leaves more kissed and bites of love.

“Oh, please, Yoongi!” you breathe out, clawing at his shoulder blades.

“What do you want, sweetums?” he asks, in the softest whispers against your ear, the movement of his hips coming to an almost full stop against your stomach.

“Yoongi!” you call in irritation. He knew damn well what you wanted.

“I wanna hear you say it. Say what you want from me, spell it out” he demands, kissing and sucking at your pulsing point, aggravating your already excruciating problem.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me, want your cock in me, deep and fast, please, Yoongi!” It all comes out so fast it could barely be called a proper sentence, but he understood it well enough to smirk against the skin of your neck.

“Such a good girl” he praises.

Holding himself up with one arm and lowering himself down, Yoongi takes himself in hand and slowly grinds his tip in between your puffy folds, opening them up and revealing the sticky mess he created. You watch as his body shudders without noticing how your own trembled and how your hips twitched at the first contact. Without warning, Yoongi positions himself in line with your entrance and yanks his hips forward, a blissful sting of stretch making you hiss before a guttural moan leaves your open lips.

He stills just for a moment, just enjoying the feeling just as much as you were, before the pounding started.

Just like you asked, he was going deep and fast, leaning down and holding his weight in his forearms as he kept himself on his knees, creating enough leverage to ram into you profoundly. He filled you up perfectly with each thrust, each drag of his staff against your inner walls resulting in a release of relief that was both immensely satisfying and still not enough. He kept sliding back almost all the way out only to plunge back in with force, in and out, in and out, and every time he bottomed out his bushy pelvic bone rubbed against you and triggered that fleshy button in between your pink and glistening with arousal lips.

“Ahh!... Ahh!... I’m… I…”

You couldn’t form a sentence, you were sure you couldn’t even spell out his name or yours at that point, the fever spreading from your womb so severe it was melting your brain. Yoongi rolled forwards in his knees and somehow managed to speed up even more, repeatedly and almost continuously pushing his cock against that particularly sensitive pad of nerves inside your squelching tunnel, sending sparks all over your body and that was it.

You scream out as you cum, hips writhing against him and body convulsing as your hands scraped at his back, the tension in your core secreting to your whole body before crashing down in sharp pleasure that made you dizzy.

Yoongi as slowed down to watch as you reach your orgasm, the way your skin gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, face scrunched up, eyes shut close and delicious lips opened up always incredibly beautiful in his eyes. He wanted to follow you, the stinging kindle with each throb of his staff incredibly painful.

He started to move again, aching hard and leaking, your walls closing around him tight and snug. But still, something was holding him back.

“Fuck… Y/N, I… I need… need!” he struggles to speak, each word coming out in a heavy pant as he kept thrusting with his eyes closed.

Taking his face in hand and kissing his chopped lips, you whisper into his ear.

“Do whatever you need, Yoongi. I’m all yours to use” you allow.

That seems to do it for him. The thrusts grow sloppy and erratic, Yoongi’s jaw tense as he grunts deeply and just as you felt the first twitch of his cock inside, he pulls out, takes his length in hand and jerks himself off feverously while white strings of seed paint your belly. He moans softly as he watched his seed taint your skin.

“There” he exhales, relief evident in his voice. “Mine.”

Even though he was clearly exhausted, Yoongi doesn’t allow himself to lay down next to you just yet. You watch him disappear into the bathroom and coming out with a wet warm towel that he uses to clean up the mess he made. Careful strokes clean your stomach and the sheet beneath you, where drops had already fallen. You smile and hum with heavy eyes as you watch him, the man you love so much caring for you so deeply.

“I can’t stay with you because I’m needed in the studio. If I wasn’t, I would draw a bath for you” he explains in a matter of apologizing.

“It’s okay, love. I can do it myself” you assure. “Oh, let me get that iced coffee ready before you go!”

You try to get up and return to the kitchen, looking around for a t-shirt you could put on just around the house, but Yoongi stops you by pulling you in for a kiss. One of his hands rest on your thigh and another at your back, as you end up sited next to him.

He doesn’t say it, he always had trouble saying it on his own. But you don’t mind saying it first.

“I love you, Yoongi. I’m glad we could talk about all of this.”

He smiles and the hand on your thigh comes up to cup your cheek as he looks at you adoringly.

“I love you too.”

[jamiebluewind]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity :) ❤💛💚💙💜

What a fun question! Hum... let's see

1. My best friends. I love them so much. I have two wonderful best friends that have stuck by me for years, even during the hard times. They are just the source of so much of my happiness with our all goofs and indide jokes, but also a feeling of comfort and safety with them. I can tell them anything and they either just accept it (like me coming out or telling them about my past) or are ready to help (like if I'm having a panic attack). It's not all one way of course. I will drop everything yo be there for them too. It's funny, but when we're tired of people and want to be alone, it never includes each other. Like we just don't drain each other's batteries. It's nice.

2. My online friends. Yes. I'm talking to you @winterpower98, @fuocsniperbot98, @parano--vigilant, @fangirltothefullest, @random-pianist, @thesearcher1092, @champions-of-spirits, @madly-handsome, @crystrifoglio, @anotherphaseofpain, @5am-the-foxing-hour, @shoot-i-messed-up, @dillbugg, @an0therrand0, @ymmm-someone, @uwillneverknowwho, and anybody else on here that has touched my life (sorry if I missed anybody!) as well as the wonderful people I've met on other platforms too. You all have brought me so much joy. Yes, some of you can annoy the ever lovin HELL out of me sometimes, but I still love ya ;) Thanks for being a part of my life. You are all such wonderful people, each in their own way.

Winter, you are overflowing with kindness, understanding, and artistic talent that makes everyone who knows you see you as precious. I mean it. You are a beautiful precious bean. Anybody who doesn't see that is an idiot and I will fight them (and I wont be alone). You are always willing to listen, always ready to help, and always willing to learn and grow as a person. You accept everyone as they are and you are such a giving friend. You love what you love so purely and enthusiasticly too. Is it any wonder that anyone who knows you is ready to protect you with the ferocity that most people reserve for their favorite character and baby animals?

Fuoc, you are filled with chaotic energy, but also so much good and such a strong desire to help that you at times feel like a dnd character given human form. You are also a kickass artist! I love what you create and watching you put your own spin on things. You are a delight my wonderful rainbow demon seal and I am so lucky to have met you. ^_^

Celeste, you are a great listener and so brave and creative with your art. Not a lot of people are able to withstand the pressure to keep putting themselves out there like you do. You also have this... undercurrent of kindness that flows through your being. I'm not sure you're even aware of it, but it's always there and it's beautiful.

Toshi, you are just... you. A goose let loose on the world. You feel how you feel. You art how you art. Just... stream of conciousness randomness creating beautiful insanity. You own who you are and what you believe fearlessly. You work hard to achieve your dreams (even when your professors are being idiots) and harder to help your family. You deserve to be as kind to yourself as you are to others.

Random, you are cautious and walk the world like an adventurer exploring a cave with light steps and wide eyes, but when you share something, it's always worth it. Rather it's art, a story, or letting down a wall just enough to let yourself shine through. I love the caring talented person you are.

Blue, you are the embodiment of the kid in a candy store. Just so filled with bubbly pure excitement (with a bit of anxiety that tends to leak through at times *hugs*)! You apreciate things from rooftops, both creations and people. It's a sight to behold and absolutely contagious. I can't tell you how much I squealed when I seen your art of my story. I really did print it out ya know? I lost it in the move, so I plan on making another at some point. My new fridge requires art ;)

Josie? My dear? You are a doll. A tiny ball of hope, anxiety, and dreams. You care - just so much - about everybody. Strangers? Animals? Superiors? Friends? Family? It doesn't matter. You want to help them all. You will drive yourself into the ground to help someone. You will juggle as much as it takes. Your major in college was even picked BECAUSE of how much you want to help people! You are an amazing talented beautiful person who deserves all the love and appreciation in the world and your love of the written word is precious and contagious. Just... try to direct some of that beautiful carring nature towards yourself ya?

Madly. Madly, Madly, Madly. My fellow beautifully insane person and lover of dark things. We literally met brainstorming a serial killer! I love your dark sense of humor. Sometimes it's nice to just sit down with someone that I know wont get nightmares from darker story ideas and recommendations (or look at me like I must have something seriously wrong with me to come up with such things). You are that person. And you care. You really do. When you ask someone how they are, you mean it. You sincerely want to know. And you are so very... alive. It's the only way I can describe it. Just filled with... life. It's a beautiful thing.

Cryst, you are one of the people that inspired me to come on tumblr and share my first short story. You are wise beyond your years, kind, creative, and a real friend to those you know in real life and online. Your that person who always needs a tablet on hand because you never know when creativity will strike. You love the silly things and jokes, but you aren't afraid to roll up your sleeves and get down to business. You're also also a good listener and an honest editor and I'm so glad you seen my note on your speed paint. ^_^

Menace, you are the other person who inspired me to come to Tumblr and share my story, but instead of excitement (like Cryst), you used a gentle nudge and I think the one-two punch of the two of you is exactly what I needed. You my dear are made of feelings. You wear them like a cloak and they pour out of you with pure sincerity... and yet you somehow still have this quiet calm energy about you. It's like a flowing stream; calm and overflowing with life and movement at the same time. It actually comes through in your art and gives your pieces a very unique and beautiful feel. You're also kind and willing to listen. I know sometimes it feels like the world is on your shoulders, but I also know that you are filled with such great and beautiful things that sometimes are hidden just under the surface. Thank you for finding me.

Foxy? God. What do I even say about you? You dive in head first when you love something and make it your own. And when you don't like something? You don't play around with it either. You walk the world with a stubbornness that could put some bolders to shame, but because of it, you are honest about how you feel. You talk to a person because you like them, not because of social norms. You praise something because you think it's good, not to take it easy on somebody. It's actually very comforting. You're also silly and goofy and fun. You're empathetic and always trying to help out your readers, rather it's through asks, over tagging your creations, or making sure you balance your creations so they never end on a bad note. You are... you.

Shoot, you were my first reader. The first person to find me on this mess of a site. God. How confused were you when I practically wrote an essay thanking you for liking my little fic?! XD I've watched you grow and become the person you are and that person is pretty cool. Your desire to create comes in bursts. You live up to your username a little too much though and I desire to flick your ear when you worry so much. This momma bear says you are an amazing creator and a good friend and I'm proud of you ^_^

Dilly, you were always a hoot. I loved your stories and your creativity. It's been entirely too long since we've talked.

Rando, I haven't known you long, but I like you. You remind me of a kid rocking on their feet before jumping into a game of double dutch (type of jump rope with two ropes), hesitate and anxious, but still willing to jump in. I look forward to getting to know you more.

Ymmm, you are also fairly new, but I have had so much fun getting to know you. I think we started talking when I seen my phone was blowing up and realized you were going through and liking everything I've ever posted and reblogging half of it. XD You are fun, energetic, and you still read my tumblr even though I'm far less active than I used to be. I love your asks, your random messages, and chatting with you about nothing in particular. You are half the reason that I started getting back on occasionally to post things. ^_^

Who, you are the embodiment of a keysmash. Just stream of conciousness feelings and thoughts and all the things you love. It's a blast. You love to listen, you love to talk, and you love to have conversations about everything and nothing. It's wonderful to witness you finding something new and spazzing out over it. Your energy is infectious and sometimes it's nice to talk to someone who is cool with me talking in paragraphs. Case in point. Jesus. I think my point 2 went on a LITTLE long O_O

3. My cat Danny. He's a wonderful spoiled boy and a FANTASTIC ESA. He makes me laugh, he brings me comfort, and no matter what's going on, I know that this gray ball of crazy cat energy loves me.

4. Reseraching. Yes. I'm well aware that that's weird, but there's something about diving into something new and learning new facts and viewpoints that you never knew your entire life that is just so satisfying. Reading, experiments, or just talking to someone outside of my social circle. They all help me understand the world a little better and be more open minded. Some are simple (like learning how dice are made and what makes them more or less likely to be fair), some that seem simple at first turn out to be complex and nuanced (like black haircare, styling, and culture), and some are massive undertakings from the start (like intersex conditions). Each subject - from big to small - changes how I see the world.

5. Enjoying creations. I know that sounds vague, but I sincerely enjoy seeing what people create! As long as the creations aren't bigoted, odd are I'll love it because I love seeing the result of somebody take something from thought to reality. From classical art to fanfiction to my nephew's lego towers, each creation has it's own merit because each creation (even commissions) shows a part of the person that created it. After all, you can give five guitarists the same chord to play and no two sounds would be exactly the same. Now rather I actually like the end product of their creation varies. Some thing just aren't for me (like creepy pasta and country music). However, I can still appreciate that they made it.

On a side note, please don't be cruel to creators. Imagine there's a toddler still inside every creator who shows what they create. Some who are shy and fragile. Some who are overwhelmingly confident and proud. Some who just want to draw on the walls. All so easily crushed with a single hurtful word. Choose to see the good in what they make. Point out where they improved, tell them what you liked, and gently and tactfully pointing out small mistakes (like a typo or some other small overlooked thing) if you need to. And for god's sakes, don't be a bully.

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So glad you're back, love! I would love a ship from Mass Effect and maybe Star Trek (any is fine). Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff, INFJ/TJ. Pan ace queer. Shy at first but love laughing and joking around. Intelligent, creative, introverted, love reading, writing, doodling. Play guitar (sort of). Into psychology, forensics, true crime, dog person. Socially anxious. Love me some board games. I ship you with Obi-Wan since you're both practical but empathetic and loving, intelligent people

Thanks dearie, it’s nice to be back!  And oh man, you ship me with the jedi sass master himself?! I love you so much anon let me hug you!!! 

Mass Effect: I ship you with… 

Kaidan!

Who asks who out first: Little bean managed to ask you out but was probably stumbling over his words the whole time. He was afraid you’d reject him but also just- didn’t know what to say or how to do it?? He did it in the end though, go Kaidan.

What prompted you/them to ask: It was mostly just a thing where he wanted to for a loooong time and felt like he just needed to do it before the overflow of feelings made him do something stupid. That’s also part of what made him so nervous, poor thing.

Where was your first date: He wanted to take things slow, so it was more casual, something simple like a lunch date, but at a nice place like a cafe on the citadel that had a cozy atmosphere

Who holds the other ones hand first: He wouldn’t initiate it, but if you wanted to hold hands or reached over and laced your fingers through his, he’s not going to protest at all. Probably flash you a cute smile and squeeze your hand affectionately. 

Who kisses who first: About even I’d say, Kaidan would probably prefer short and sweet kisses most of the time, but who actually leans in to kiss who ends up being about the same~

Who says “I love you” first: He was afraid of saying it first, though he felt it for awhile. You’d have to say it first but once you do he’s definitely ready to say it back. 

Who’s more protective: He is of you most definitely. Like if someone is just making you uncomfortable in a social setting he steps in immediately and will 1000% put his fists up if needed. I can see the aftermath where you’re tending to his black eye while he still fumes over how the jerk was treating you so clearly in my head oh man.  

Who likes cuddles more: The longer he’s in a relationship, the more of a cuddle bug he’d become tbh. He likes having an arm around you or just generally laying on each other on the couch while you two relax and put on a vid.

What they like most about you: Your sense of humor. It took him by surprise in the best of ways, he saw your shyness readily so when you popped off with a funny comment about something, it was like the clouds parting. It actually made him feel a little special?? Like you were introverted and shy at first but then being able to joke around with him made him feel like he did something right in getting to know you and making you feel comfortable around him! 

Other headcanons for you two: You two adopt a rescue dog together! maybe even two or three dogs if you can manage it and want to. He loves the idea that you both took in a pup that needed someone and it’s like the perfect addition to your little family (though if the dog bonds with you more he can get just a tad jealous sometimes, it’s all halfhearted though haha). You two also have game night every week. Most of the time you try something new just to be adventurous but sometimes you pull out your favorites. He sucks at monopoly, please don’t own him at monopoly he’ll be low key bitter about it for a good hour afterwards.

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Star Trek: I ship you with… Deanna Troi!

Who asks who out first: I could see there being a fair amount of flirting for awhile, so I could see it being more of just a thing where you both mutually agreed to go out somewhere together 

What prompted you/them to ask: As said, there was probably some low key flirting here and there for awhile. She’s someone who can understand your feelings well and it was just kind of a “well now we’re out together having a fun, is a date? Could be, who needs to label it”

Where was your first date: The holodeck. she remembered you mentioning a certain program you always wanted to try but never got a chance to. Surprise surprise she replicated clothes perfect for the scene and now you have two hours with that program.  

Who holds the other ones hand first: I don’t think hand holding would be super common, but when it does happen she probably initiates it. 

Who kisses who first: She always lets you take the lead with that, kisses can be as common or rare as you feel comfortable with. Though sometimes she does ask for a kiss when there are those late night talks and she just can’t help but to want a kiss after looking at how your eyes light up on certain subjects~

Who says “I love you” first: She isn’t one to hide how she feels, so once she felt things turn deep she was very honest and told you she loved you. Though she would be understanding if you weren’t ready to say it back yet, she just likes things out in the open.

Who’s more protective: I think you would be, she can be pretty protective because, of course she is she loves you, but people probably pick on your protectiveness more readily, so whenever someone comments on who’s the worry wart in the relationship, they always pick you. (except, Picard, he’d always says it’s Deanna though he refuses to elaborate further on it)

Who likes cuddles more: Deanna. If there’s one thing she loves about being close with someone, it’s being held by them, specially after a long day. She can’t think of anything more peaceful than curling up with you and just talking until you both fall asleep.

What they like most about you: Your creativeness. She adore all the outlets you have for your more artistic soul and adores the things that come to life from your hands. Expressing ones self is always something she admires, but seeing the actual product, whether it’s something your wrote, a drawing, or even some cords you strung together, it’s just all tangible expressions of yourself and she loves it all. 

Other headcanons for you two: If you had some favorite crime shows, or book series she would most definitely be willing to check it out. Likely get more invested in the characters than the crimes they’re solving but once she starts talking about what she loves in each character you can’t help but to think it’s adorable. She’d also love trying new things with you, likely mostly creative stuff like pottery, sculpting or even learning different dances, any activity to spend time with you and just have fun honestly.  

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