#i literally typed this with zero pause

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Get Them For You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe never hesitates to get Y/N what she wants.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Even though Y/N has told Rafe countless times, he does the best he can to be a provider for her, buying her food, clothes, books, scientific equipment he doesn’t understand what it does and anything else he can think of. He will literally do everything in his power to get her the whole world. They are at the mall shopping for a new leather jacket for him. They’ve been there for a few hours, taking their time to peruse around the stores. Her stomach begins to cry out its need for sustenance. As they continue to the next store, a delicious buttery and salty smell enters the air. Her head turns in the direction of where this sensory stimulus is coming from. The small glance toward Auntie Anne’s Pretzels does not go unnoticed by her boyfriend. He pauses immediately, yet she continues to walk, so he loops his arm through her to pull her back to his side. “What’s wrong?” she questions with a tilt of her head. He points toward the pretzel store, “I’m hungry. Why don’t we get a snack? A cheese one, right?” “You know me so well,” she beams. He chuckles and presses his lips against her temple. He leads her toward the register and orders their salty snack. 

———

It is no secret that Y/N is an avid reader. Her TBR list is in the hundreds and it continues to grow. Rafe’s mission is to make that list dwindle to zero, despite what Y/N might say. Sometimes, he’ll add books to that list by himself. The couple is hanging out in the library. She is studying and he is only there to keep her company. An hour into her studying session he pulls her away from her textbooks and notes to take a break and eat a snack. Her eyes wander while she nibbles on the cheese and crackers he hands to her, landing on a book cover that catches her eyes. The pink-themed watercolour cover features a forest with a rope bridge. It’s beautiful and the title is quite simple. Unravel Me. Rafe sees her attention isn’t on him and follows the gaze to the novel in another person's hands. She moves her eyes back to him, but he still takes note of the title. After the snack, she goes back to studying and he focuses on his phone. He decides to search for the book and finds out it is a hockey romance series. It sounds right up Y/N’s alley, so he orders Topper to go to the store and buy her the full set.

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The most outrageous example of Rafe being Rafe when it comes to buying Y/N things is when he orders expensive objects for her right on the spot. It is date night and he decides to take her to the new upscale bar that opened up off campus. He pulls her chair out for her, allowing her to hop onto the tall chair. While she tells him about her tests, her eyes are trained on something at the bar. She must really like whatever she is looking at because she stands from the chair and approaches a woman. Rafe is right behind her, resting his hand on the small of Y/N’s back. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but I really like your bag. Where did you get it?” she asks the redhead. The other woman grins and holds her bag up, “Thank you! It’s from Coach. I can’t remember what it’s called though. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. You gave me enough to go off of. Thank you so much. Have a nice night,” Y/N bids goodbye to her. Throughout the whole interaction, Rafe’s attention is on his phone. They get back to their table and he holds up his screen to her. The Coach website is pulled up on Safari with a picture of a light tan bag that has a dragon on it. Boxed New Year Rogue 25 With Dragon is written above the picture along with the price of $1,090.

“This is the one you want, right?” he confirms. Her eyes widen at the price, “Yes, but I didn’t know it was that expensive. I like it, just not for that price.” He ignores her worries and goes back to typing on his phone. “Look at this one. I’m gonna get it for you too. I think it’s cute,” he tells her, sliding his phone across the table to her. She sees two items in his cart: the dragon purse and the heart bag in regenerative leather. The total amount before tax is $1,490, which is completely outrageous to her. She shakes her head, “You can’t buy these, Rafe. This is way too much.” “Come on, let me get them for you, Angel. You know money is no issue for me,” he pleads, giving her the best puppy eyes he can.

“It’s not an issue for me. What am I going to do with something so luxurious?”

“Look like an absolute queen while you flaunt it around. Show other men that I can provide for you. Hand it over to me while you put your lip gloss on, so you can mark your territory. You deserve this luxury and so many more, Angel.”

“This is really important to you. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, so… what do you say?”

“Fine. You can get them.”

A smirk craves itself onto his face and he puts in his credit card information to finalize the purchase. He shows her the shipping information, “It should be here by next week, Angel.” “Thank you, Rafe. I can’t wait to use them,” she shows her gratitude by giving him a kiss.

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[cat3ch1sm]

Alright so I have a HUGE thing for Silva and Zeno to the point where I’d be delighted to have them step on me and call me worthless 😩💖

So would you have the time and energy to write some headcanons on how Killua would react if a friend of his (aka female reader) were to nonchalantly comment about how his dad and grandpa are hot?

I wanna ruin this gremlin’s mind so much please! <3

OMG if you want to, would you be willing to make Killua’s friend comment that to him but IN FRONT of Silva and Zeno too???

💚~ LMFAOAOAO u guys request the most chaotic shit and im totally here for it. here’s ur request!! merry Christmas guys ily <33 @cocogum

also i can definitely relate

fem!reader

u and killua have been friends for a while. literally probably the most chaotic pair anyone’s ever seen. just constantly doing stupid reckless borderline deadly shit. u are one of the very few who can always keep up with killua and can tolerate the same shit he does

he’s the friend who is always risking his life with the things he does and ur the friend who is always risking their life with the things you say. you have zero filter basically. and he really does not care at all, tbh he thinks you’re hilarious

anyway that’s why killua really has no problem bringing u over to his house. he’s never done it before, but you two aren’t the type to make a big deal of things like that, so whatever he just decides to drop by with u

you’ve never met his parents or siblings, but killua has never been lacking on his descriptions of them. whenever you ask he always makes it a point to tell you how nuts they are. but he sort of knows you can handle it even tho his family doesn’t like that he has friends in the first place, but tbh he doesn’t care much atp

anyway he brings you to his place and you go through the whole shebang of the super heavy doors and getting past mike but basically you two are good to go. the butlers welcome you both in and that’s that

you actually do meet his family who are about as off putting as you expected. his little brother kalluto is the tamest; he acknowledges you with a barely perceptible nod and that’s that. killua doesn’t bother introducing u to milluki and thankfully illumi and kikyo aren’t in the house right now. however, you both do run into silva and zeno.

the piercing glares they give you should be enough to freeze you in your tracks. there’s obviously an aura of dread that comes with their presence that killua had vaguely warned you about. but something honestly catches your eye about them, and you have to bring your hand to your mouth to hide the mischievous smile spreading across your lips. but to your surprise, the two men don’t even come over and bother to speak to you. they just give you disdainful looks and go on their way. looks like you aren’t really worth their time.

but as the two are walking away and you and killua start to head out, you turn and whisper to killua in a voice you very soon discover wasn’t actually a whisper, “wait, kil, your dad and grandpa are kinda hot.”

needless to say, this is the one time killua doesn’t find your lack of filter funny. his blue eyes instantly fly open and he yanks you aside, hissing, “why the fuck-“

that’s all he manages to get out. the zoldyck men have stopped in their tracks. your eyes widen as well and you clap a hand over your mouth.

“oh my fucking god-“ killua doesn’t even turn around to see his father and grandfather, he just yanks you along with him as he basically teleports out of the house. you don’t even have time to process his reaction before you both are suddenly far away from the zoldyck mansion.

you both pause once you’re out of earshot, exchanging wide-eyed looks before you collapse into giggles in the grass and killua slaps both hands against his face. “are you actually out of your fucking mind- never mind, you actually fucking are. what the hell is wrong with you??”

you’re way too busy laughing to answer, pointing at killua’s totally red face. he hides it behind his hands with a loud, exasperated groan.

“i’m going to puke. i’m going to throw the fuck up all over you, you asshole. take that shit back literally right now. oh my god. i’m going to kill you and then myself, you absolute dumbass.”

this goes on for at least ten minutes. you’re basically wheezing at this point, and you don’t stop until killua threatens to leave you behind.

“i am never taking you to my house again, you psychopath. like, i know you have shitty ass taste in guys, but are you serious?? you’re mental. actually insane. seriously?? no, take that shit back, my dad and grandpa are not hot.”

you start to walk away, still laughing, and killua is hot on your heels.

“where the hell are you going?! take that back right now, or i swear to god-“

[autistichalsin]

I’m not sure if you’ve covered this or not: do you think Halsin being a werebear is genetic, a curse, a blessing, an infection? I’m in camp genetics but I like seeing other perspectives too!

I am in camp "I can honestly see any interpretation because there are so many different contexts his obvious werebear-ness happens in"!

Genetic: He sure seems to act like this has always been part of him. He refers to himself as an elf exactly zero times. "Bear" or "Druid" though? Many times. And saying things like "the power of the bear lies within me" certainly fits this. The only thing that makes me pause is that werebears generally abandon their cubs pretty young as they grow faster, and Halsin made it sound like he was far closer to his family. Maybe only one parent was a were?

Curse: He seems like a very isolated person (as werebears often are), and seems to have difficulty controlling the beast- both in his romance and in terms of holding back violence in bear form.

Blessing: Many werebears take the stance that their affliction is ultimately a good thing, and tend to bite only willing people who wish to use their power to protect nature. Very much something Halsin would fit in with, "as nature intended."

Infection: If not born with it, this is the only other way to become a werebear, generally speaking (I used blessing/curse in a metaphorical sense, not literal). And as noted above, Halsin definitely seems like the type to take that affliction on himself to protect his home.

[softstraykidshours]

Chan is coming home from work to see your pregnant stomach through the silky nightshirt. P.s. You stayed up until he got home watching movies (not sure if this type of ask is allowed)

no bc bestie chan would be the literal cutest if you were pregnant. like mans was literally built to be a dad (he literally already has 7 kids). this was such a cute request and i got hella soft writing it so i hope you enjoy it!

<3 abbie and courtney

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pairing: chan x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 680

warning(s): pregnancy

"baby, you gotta wake up."

your eyes flutter open to the sound of chan's soft whispers. after blinking a few times to clear the fog of sleep, you finally focus in on chan. he's kneeling in front of the couch, softly brushing your hair behind your ear, and looking at you with the most endearing expression on his face.

the tv drones on in the background and you realize you must have fallen asleep at some point. "i'm sorry, i didn't even realize i dozed off" you say, voice still laced with sleep. "i thought i'd wait for you to come home."

"oh baby, you didn't need to do that. you should have just gone to bed, the couch can't be comfortable for your back."

ever since you found out you were pregnant chan has been fussing over every little thing, always trying to make sure you are perfectly comfortable and at ease. and tonight is no exception.

"it's okay, i was happy to wait. i just missed you and i wanted to go to bed together so i didn't mind waiting. really."

"well next time, just text me and i'll try to get away sooner, that way you don't have to stay up so late waiting. but, i'm home now, so how about we go snuggle up in bed and go to sleep?" you nod quickly in response while reaching your hand up to his.

he helps pull you up off the couch and you pause for a moment, arms raising above your head and back arching as you stretch. you drop your arms back to your sides and your silk night shirt settles back around your frame, the fabric shifting as it slopes across your stomach.

chan's eyes immediately zero in on the way the blue silk drapes to show off your little baby bump.

"oh my god!" he whisper shouts, trying to keep his excitement down becsuse you just woke up. "baby you're showing!" his hands shoot to your waist, gently caressing the little bump that just started to make an appearance.

your heart feels ready to burst at the overflowing love you feel from just his touch and when you look up and see his eyes brimming with tears you think it actually does.

"baby, what's wrong?" you whisper, hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

"it's just.... It's really happening," he manages to choke out, voice thick with emotion. "i'm gonna be a dad."

a tear escapes and starts rolling down his cheek, but you gently wipe it away. "yah, you are. and you're gonna be an incredible one." you give him a soft, lingering kiss before pulling away and grabbing his hand. "now come on, i believe i was promised some snuggles."

he leads you backs into the bedroom and tucks you in, cuddling up close behind you. qrapping his arms around you, he gently settles his hand onto your belly. you fall asleep like that, surrounded by his embrace with his thumb tracing soft circles across your bump.

[sexhaver]

me n bailey marathoned the first season of this show over the last few days. some thoughts:

Alan Cumming, specifically his accent and wardrobe, are by far the highlights of this show. i sincerely hope someone has made an edit compiling all of his outfits without any of the actual gameplay, because he is consistently serving cunt

like just look at this

that being said i did keep seeing him as Fegan Floop from Spy Kids

oh right there's an actual game/competition component to this

im just gonna get this out of the way: the entire premise of the show is fundamentally flawed. they keep trying to make it sound like the three Traitors in the group are "backstabbing" and "working against" the Faithful (non-Traitors), but, like, everyone on the show (Traitor or Faithful) is competing for the exact same prize pool. it's not like The Mole (or any other social deduction game), where the secret evil team actually has different goals diametrically opposed to those of the good team and has to complete them without having anyone notice. here, the evil team just... votes on someone to "murder" every night. that's it.

to emphasize this point: the literal only thing that can ever give you away as a Traitor is being bad at lying/concealing guilt. there are ZERO gameplay differences between the goals of a Traitor and the goals of a Faithful, which means the arguments over who to vote for banishing are based entirely on "gut feelings"

nobody on the show has ever played a social deduction game before. late into the season, there's a day where all 3 Traitors are alive and it's down to 6 people total (so 3v3). anyone who has played Mafia/Werewolf/ToS/etc knows what this means: barring bullshit last-minute rules from the producers, it is quite literally impossible for the Traitors to lose, because none of them can be voted up. it takes 4 out of 6 votes to exile someone, and there are only 3 Faithful left. if no Traitor votes for another Traitor, then it is, again, literally impossible for a Traitor to be exiled. furthermore, if they all coordinate their votes on one Faithful, all they have to do is convince one of the remaining two Faithfuls to vote with them, and they instantly win $180k (split three ways). and hey, wouldn't you know it, one of the Faithfuls (Kate) was already really suspicious, and another one of the Faithfuls (Quentin) said out loud multiple times that he was voting for her!

so what do you think the Traitors did?

god this part pissed me off so much im having to pause for breathe while typing this. okay. so.

two of the Traitors voted for the third Traitor, who got voted off.

after being voted off, youre supposed to walk up to the Circle of Truth and reveal if you were a Traitor or not. the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was entirely too nice and gracious about it. me n bailey discussed this and came to the conclusion that we would either a) out the other Traitors on the stand and explain, using game theory and math, exactly how fucking stupid they are, completely ruining the game for them, or b) pretend to cry a little while walking up to the Circle of Truth but as soon as you walk behind the first other Traitor's chair you flip it over backwards and elbow drop their nose into their face while screaming "YOU STOLE $60K FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH"

also the guy who got eliminated (Christian) was very clearly autistic and Every Single Reason the other traitors gave for not liking him was like straight out of the DSM V diagnostic criteria ("he talks too loud and laughs weird", "he's got way too much energy all the time", "his emotional responses don't make sense")

apparently there's a season 2 but i cannot bring myself to watch it after seeing Christian thrown to the lions (ayyy Sunday school reference)

also at one point a Faithful has to leave because of COVID (this was filmed in 2020) so the producers don't let the Traitors murder anyone that night for balance reasons, but to compensate, they tell them they can like. write down three names that will be publicly revealed to everyone the next morning, and then one of those people dies the next night. so obviously this is mostly a nerf for the Traitors because they miss a night of killing someone, but the intention was clearly to give the Traitors an opportunity to sow confusion by putting one or two of their OWN names onto the list to make them seem like Faithfuls. and they even had an extra objective during that day's game where one of the three people could earn a "shield" to protect them that night, so if a Traitor was on the list, they could basically "steal" the shield from the other 2 (since they obviously weren't getting killed no matter what). but i think the Traitors heard "write down three names" and "kill" and had all the blood rush to their respective dicks because they just wrote three Faithfuls lmao. deeply unserious show

[seresinhangmanjake]

Beyond the Hills: Part 2

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Technically, you and Jake Seresin have known each other for twelve years. All throughout your childhood education, you and Jake shared classes, lunch periods, homeroom teachers. It seemed if the opportunity for you to be in the same space arose, the universe made it happen. But you were not friends. Not enemies, either. Not much of anything outside of the occasional class project partners. When high school ended you assumed you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon, but then you find yourselves at the same college, and once again, forced together. It seems no matter where you go, Jake Seresin is there. But you are not the shy girl you were in your youth. You want to try things now; party, have fun, do things you’ve never done before, and suddenly, for reasons you don’t understand, Jake seems to take issue with your new choices.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, typos I’m sure, alcohol use

Words: 1317

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

The poking woke him—a mild stabbing to the center of his chest with a blunt fingertip that refused to surrender despite his heavy groans in protest. Jake swatted the finger away, but it evaded the assault with ease.

“I did a thing.”

Jake huffed and smacked a little harder at his roommate's hand, flipping onto his side and pulling the comforter up to his shoulder. 

“Wake up.”

“No.”

“I have to tell you something.”

The statement hung in the air, and both men let it settle before Jake finally pried open an eye to find Rooster still standing uncomfortably close to his bed. The brunet smiled as he looked down at him and extended his hand with the cup of coffee it held. 

Jake rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes. “Fine. What the hell did you do?” he asked, sitting up in the bed and letting the blanket pool around his hips. He grabbed the cup of coffee and took a generous sip. 

“Ok, you know that book club-type thing the TA set up for English? To help study? Well, I saw your girl’s name on the list so I signed you up.”

“You what!" He shot to his feet, coffee sloshing out of the cup through the small hole in the lid and burning his hand. He waved it in the air to try and relieve the sting. “Shit!”

Rooster quickly handed him a napkin. “It’s Tuesdays at 5 pm in one of the private rooms at the library.”

“I’m not going to that,” he said, wiping himself clean before balling up the flimsy paper and tossing it in the trash. 

“You have to. You’re literally one of five on the list. Your absence will be noticed. And she’s going to be there.”

Jake sighed, his shoulders sagging in the aftermath. “So?”

“So you obviously like her.” He paused, tilting his head in consideration. “Or something.”

“I barely know her,” Jake said. He sat himself back on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight, and ran a hand through his messy locks.

“You said you’ve known her for years.”

“Yea, but not…deeply.”

“Well, now is a perfect time to get to know her better.” Leaning back against the edge of the desk, Rooster took another sip of his drink and watched his friend battle the war in his head. “Do it for me.”

“That holds absolutely zero weight with me.”

Rooster scoffed. “Ok, one: Rude. And two: just go to one meeting." He held up his index finger. "One.”

“I don’t—”

“Think about it this way. If you go to one and you love it, you’ll keep going and get to spend more time with her. If you go to one and you hate it, then I’ll pester you until you go again,” he smirked. “Your options are limited, but one is obviously less painful than the other. And while you’re there, maybe get a read on her friend for me.”

“If you want to fuck her friend, then you have to attend as well.”

Roosted sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. “Yea, I’m not really a book club kind of guy.”

“Then you’re out of luck.”

—--

You spoke so sweetly—voice soft, silky, and yet rich like golden honey smoothly pouring from a beautiful pot. It was painfully mesmerizing, the way your lips perfectly formed each word from your mouth. As was the way you chuckled between your sentences when you said something with a little less confidence despite you clearly being fucking brilliant. 

Had he really never noticed before? No, of course I have, he thought. It was just different now. 

He couldn’t stop listening to you. He couldn’t stop looking. That part of him definitely wasn’t different. He just didn’t stare at you in curiosity without your notice anymore. He stared with something else in his eyes. Something he’d deny if anyone—likely Rooster—called it out. 

He didn’t like you. He just thought you had a nice voice, that’s all. That was an innocent thought. Safe. But you had a nice mouth, too. And your smile was kind of perfect. And he didn't know why he never let himself pay you the full attention you deserved, but now he couldn't seem to stop. No. He didn't like you. Because you were still weird, right? Still odd? But when he thought about it, he couldn't remember why he ever believed that to begin with, or why it even mattered. 

—--

The TA thanked you and you gave a slight nod, proud of yourself for speaking your mind on the week's reading assignment and getting it right. You hadn't had plans to speak up, but there were five of you sitting in silence under the hanging question from the TA, and someone had to jump. You figured it was a step in the right direction anyway. You wanted to be different from the person others' had decided you were when you were younger. That started with opening your mouth for once without the fear of being shot down. 

"I'm going to pair you guys off now. You can do some more in-depth discussion work," the TA said. "Ellen, you can go with Carrie. Jake with Y/N." 

Your heart paused behind your chest against your will. An organ with a mind of its own. You were just trying to live—breathe like a normal person—and the mention of his name completely ruined it. 

Your eyes flicked to your right. To where his head hung. His adams apple bobbed harshly in his throat and you felt a touch of insecurity begin to seep into your pores. 

No. It's fine. You're fine. It's just Jake. Wait. No. It's just some guy. A pretty guy, if you're honest, but a guy nonetheless. Doesn't matter who he was because you're not who you were. You should just look at him and smile and pretend there's nothing else to it. So that's exactly what you did. 

You turned first, facing him with that smile, and were about to speak when the TA's voice rang out again.

And Lydia—"

The door swung wide and you recognized the man walking through it instantly. The brunet that had stood by Jake a couple of weeks ago and that sat beside him in class—the classes he chose to attend, that is. 

He was handsome, too. In a very different way. But he didn't do it for you. The same could not be said for Lydia, whose breath could be heard catching at the sight of him. 

"And you are?" The TA asked. You were surprised she didn't already know, but in fairness, the class was huge.

"A last-minute addition," he said with an overflowing amount of confidence. 

"Well, you're very convenient, Mr. Last-minute-addition. Lydia here could use a partner."

"Perfect." He smiled wide, teeth white and shimmering, and directed right at your friend. "I'm Bradley," he said and sat before her.

Jake drew your attention back to him with the scoff that escaped from his lips. 

"What?" You asked, unable to hold it back—the first word you'd spoken to him in a year, yet it flew over your head as easily as a leaf would in a windstorm.

His head shot up, green eyes widening. Lips parting further. "Um," he swallowed again. The stiffness of his broad shoulders loosened as he shook his head. "Nothing."

You nodded and nibbled on your bottom lip, and you watched his gaze drag from your eyes to your mouth. They stayed there. Staring. Observing. Taking in the little biting movements of your teeth until you released that lip. 

"So, uh," he started, "what do you think of Jane Austen?"

You giggled at the broad nature of the question but answered him, and he hung on to every word—you could tell. For the moment, it was nice. So you pushed aside your curiosity as to why he bothered listening at all.

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A/N: so I’m going to keep the chapters pretty short so I can get them out faster. The series may end being a little long, but hopefully that’s ok. 

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[kitsoa]

Since becoming a partial/full-time mute with my diagnosis, I keep thinking maybe I'll gain better habits about interjecting literally anything that comes to my mind during casual conversation. But nahhhh I'm pretty sure it's making me worse. I can feel myself vibrate with tangible thoughts as my siblings are musing about shit. I'll type it in my speech reading app but it takes too long. And then I have to type preemptively knowing I'm gonna lose the context of my comment. Positively maddening.

It's hard for me to express my support or feel like an attentive and positive friend. I've already had to clarify to a friend of mine that I'm not harboring any hostile feelings. I'm pretty good at communicating that usually. My ASL lessons have paused a little as I prioritize just isolating myself instead of the temptation of just being with people. I have to mentally prepare before social situations cause I have to condition myself to be cognizant of my choices. It's not good to isolate, but like, it's probably where I am most comfortable right now.

My recovery timeframe has extended significantly since my recent check up. I hit the 2 month mark on Monday and I will have a follow up with the same prescription of tasks in another 2 months. If surgery is brought up, I have zero clue how I'm going to begin the next teaching year under the restrictions of surgery recovery which is remarkably more unforgiving than what I'm doing now. I'm only grateful that I'm hitting the summer break soon. I hate that I'm not working, but I'm actually opening up painting commissions to help my situation out. My greatest worry is that this won't be enough.

Some pros right now is that I'm losing weight with all this rest and strict diet, though it's occurred to me I've got some nutrients deficiencies since I was exhausted shopping at a super market with my mom. Haa. The free time away from work, though ending very soon, has been the biggest weight off my shoulders and it has me rethinking how I commit myself to things.

Emotionally I've been struggling with the lack of singing. I was told not to listen to music that much to help with this but I can't really follow that. I just want to sing. And sing loud. And sing joyfully. And sing with my friends and strangers alike. It makes me so happy to just use my voice frequently and casually. I visited the church I work at for the first time in many weeks and it was pleasant to see people and they missed me, but sitting in the congregation with the damn hymnal unable to sing just rubbed salt in the wounds. I don't think I'll be going again at least for a few weeks.

This is probably where I'm most honest about this journey as I have so many faces to upkeep on Facebook. I can't imagine telling all my acquaintances the bad news that this effort is not paying off as much. What started as a silly musing about being a little adhd chatterbox turned into an entire update haha. I got this...

[gingersnap2010]

Yandere Platonic Lelouch x male Autistic! Kid! reader (Code Geass)

Name: Lelouch

Type: Platonic, Protective, Possessive, Delusional, Obsessive, and Controlling

Nickname: Name, possum, chaos in the flesh, and lord of discord

 Lelouch at first has no idea what to make of you. He probably meets you at one of Nunnally’s special classes. He’s shocked to discover your just a kid. Though with your needs it makes sense why you were here since Nunnally attending special classes for people who need it had greatly increased. 

 When he finds out you are autistic, he isn’t very sure what that means. He literally has to ask more than a dozen people, before researching it online himself.

 Eventually, you come over with Nunnally for dinner and he gets to see your quirks in action. You eat out of a compartment box, which has the correct amount of portions you can handle. You hate veggies with a firey passion, more so than his hatred towards his father. You proceeded to tell him your conspiracy theory on the veggie industry and how they will take over the world. 

He pretended to be interested even though he had absolutely no idea what you were even saying to him at the rate you were going. He learned you talk fast and loud when excited. Personal space is a word that is not in your vocabulary, also privacy.

You are very blunt and see the world bluntly, if Nunnally needs help getting into her nightgown. You offer with absolutely no intentions of doing anything funny with her. It makes sense for your age but with sex questions well…

He’s worried that no one has told you about how babies are made. Only to be proven wrong with your very open discussion on the topic. He learns you like being prepared for future events, your boldness of sex. Is a copping measure to make sure you don’t do sex wrong.

 He finds it endearing in a strange way.  Though you couldn’t discuss sex so often, then again you were one to discuss open issues in society so he doesn’t mind. Though he does keep ohgi the hell away from you!

However you have no table skills, you use sporks only, with the occasional spoon for deserts /cereals, and soups and a knife for meats. You have a variety of strange interests. You know more about zero than the average joe, which makes him sweat like you wouldn’t believe. 

Then there’s your animal hobby, you just love possums hence the nickname. He actually learns more about the animal than he used to because of you. Then there's the time you spout some random ass animal fact out of the blue and it catches him off guard. 

“ Hey lelouch! Kangaroos pause their pregnancies in times of drought! Isn’t that neat?!” you yelled rushing into his bathroom as he was getting out of the shower.

Cue him being perplexed as to why you are there and then you follow up

“ also there’s soap on your-” he cuts you off before you announce it to Nunnally

“ ah I see thanks name! Got it!”

“Also Nunnally says hi!” you chirp

“ hi back!” Lelouch yelled trying to cover himself 

Then there was the whole fancy dinner incident. Truthfully he should have told Milly you wouldn’t understand caviar.

” Where are the nuggets?”

“ name this is a fancy restaurant they don’t have chicken nuggets,” Lelouch whispered

“ macaroni?” you ask

“ no,” Suzaku said eyeing you 

“ Is there a kid's menu?!” you shout at the waiter, who turns confused

“ oh my god……” Milly groaned

“ Can we go to Mcdonald's?” you ask

Lelouch smacked his head on the table.

He  becomes your dad, without realizing it. He’s like Mr. mom, seriously he figures out a schedule for you after he convinces your guardian to let you move in. May have used his geass for that. 

Your social skills are zero to none, and so, is the perception of volume.

“ HEY LELOUCH!!!! NINTENDO!!!!” you scream happily pointing to a  pokemon manga

“ name!! shush we’re in a library!” Lelouch hissed 

 When you get hurt or sent to an area he’s gonna wreak havoc on, that's when yandere mode goes on full. He keeps you locked up after that. He feels a bit guilty but he may use your trust in him, to make you stay away from the television if he’s not there, and so on. But it’s honestly for your own good. 

He goes permanently after a bullying situation at school where someone calls you a retard after you did not understand something. He was livid at the person and has a smile the next day when they are found dead. 

This is a good display of his protectiveness, his delusion is in the thinking you are like Nunnally who he perceives is made out of glass. So instead of helping you in a way that would let you become more independent, he caters to your needs.  

  Don’t like watching movies if there's a sad moment in it? Perfect he’ll set up animal documentaries, and animal learning shows instead.  Or craft shows, you name something g rated he’s got it hooked up to the tv. C.C. is like a mum to you so he sees you often cuddling up to her. It makes him jealous, though when you cuddle him he gets flustered easily. He’s shy about hugs sometimes.

C.C. basically gets you stuff to keep busy with, she also teaches you about the history she had experienced. So your understanding of history greatly improves, and you learn a few more languages. She also is great to teach you anything since she is patient and mellow, and has also learned various teaching methods over the years. 

So while your skills don’t improve with people, academically you skyrocket. You're able to get your point across faster with higher-thinking words. Such as parched, instead of thirsty, and so on. It helps you fit in with the higger standing kids when you do go outside so that’s a plus.

  Lelouch calls you chaos in the flesh after the tube city incident in the club room, your idea which you somehow convinced Milly of. Then again she’s had outlandish ideas too. Was to make a giant system of tubes for hamsters. Then set them loose across the school as animal enthusiasm and awareness. 

  You also drench yourself in paint and tried to paint with your body. So yeah, chaos in the flesh. He calls you the lord of discord for the poker game incident that drove him and Suzaku up the wall. When they learned you had somehow been playing with Uno cards. Then said Yahtzee at the end. Truth be told he should have guessed that smile did not seem to get the point of the game. 

C.C. then congratulated you on the discord you created. Hence the nickname.

 You also hog the blanket, yeah you sleep in his bed. You have trouble sleeping alone. Your mind at night tells you that if someone is there they will protect you from whatever monster may come after you. You are not wrong in his case, but the point still stands. Every night you also sleep walk so he has put up baby gates and extra walls, in order to prevent you from getting hurt.

 When he becomes king, he’s hesitant about how you’ll take his death. Since you seem not to deal with the concept very well. So he may tell you he’s gonna be back. This is before he knows he's got code. You also like stealing his hat and sitting on the throne with your favorite drink and people watch. It spooks the guards that’s for sure. 

 You also like playing with the limo’s buttons. Much to the annoyance of the driver. Your favorite thing to do though is to sneak under his robes without him knowing then pop your head threw them scarring him every single time!

You also take a fancy to watch sleeping beauty. He’s not sure why though….

When’s he back with memories and code, you launch yourself at him before kola hugs him. He’s trapped by you and knows it. It takes bribing from Suzaku before you even consider letting go. You watch him like a hawk since he was gone for so long. 

  Lelouch sighs and lets you lay on him as he walks with C.C. to their next location. Yeah, he’d figured out how to keep you with him, so you ain’t dying anytime soon. When you ask what the funny tattoo is for, Lelouch just tells you it’s like a bracelet.

C.C Has dubbed you The Jelly bean of absolute Mayhem. You like it cause it makes you sound powerful, as you try to imitate what Lelouch does with his eyes. Lelouch just sweats in confusion when he sees you trying to act all threatening. 

He tried teaching you chess once, and he watched in horror as you ate the pieces. C.C. learns you are more of a tic-tac-toe person. You do it in the dirt with a tree branch you found.  The most recent incident was when you managed to find a possum and wanted to keep it. It liked you, but it hissed at Lelouch with fiery hatred! The possum had to go, but he got you a plushie which you dubbed mrs. possum.

All in all, not the worst yandere…. right?

[katasstrophy]

isagi brain juice ! enjoy this lil sneak peek of what i’m working on (isagi’s lowk a dick here but we humble him, but then we get humbled back ) —

isagi knew you were moody. it was something he disciplined himself to be patient for and he prided himself in being able to handle your mood swings. but right now he’s just trying to think of a way to not let his veins pop out of frustration.

“you’re being dramatic, i told you it was my fault already!” isagi frowned, his index and thumb rubbing the temples of his forehead to soothe the little headache forming.

“if you know it’s your fault then why aren’t you apologizing?” scoffing at his eye roll you pause your cleaning on the countertop and cross your arms at him, foot tapping in annoyance.

“because YN you should know that practice is irregular— if you’d told me that your parents were coming over earlier i’d have asked for a day off!”

gritting your teeth in anger you walked up to the man and rivaled his glare with your own, temper flaring at his ignorance. “yoichi i don’t want to have to hear that bullshit excuse from you ever again because like you, i’m also an athlete and i have better time management than blue lock’s so called hero.”

letting out a huff of anger isagi throws his head back and feels his patience thrown out the window. any self control he had before was now gone.

“just because you have better time management doesn’t mean shit to me YN. you don’t need an ego for your sport, i do. my career literally depends on me and my confidence to kick the ball. so sorry if i don’t have time to play house with you.”

before isagi could walk away you made sure to grab the silver necklace he wore- the one with your initials on it and drag him down to you height— eyes flaring in anger, and with a low voice you whisper in his ear as your words trembled in anger. “ don’t take it out on me that you don’t have the balls to kick a fucking football isagi yoichi. just because you’re too pussy to consistently keep an ego doesn’t mean you can disrespect our relationship.” grabbing his jaw firmly you make the blue eyed boy look into your eyes, making sure his line of vision was focused on you. “unlike you yoichi i’m not a dog to ego. following his orders to a T. why don’t you just wear a collar with his name on it? that way when he wants to go on a walk he can just strap a leash on you whenever he pleases.”

laughing to yourself you release his necklace and began to walk away— but not before isagi grabs the back of your shirt and drags you back to him, his arms harshly man-handling you to lay on the table, pinning yours against smooth surface as he let out a growl of frustration.

“you’ve gotten mouthy ever since you landed a spot on the national team YN. i recommend to think before you speak because i’ll make sure you never say that shit to me again.” he seethed.

pressing your arms harder onto the surface he felt himself smirk at your whimper.

“if i’m a dog then you’re my bitch. remember that pretty.”

the way i’ve been hogging this all too myself like a professional hoarder literally WHAT THE FUCK KAYLA i can’t keep going on like this. like WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT WHOOOOO ALLOWED YOU TO ASSULT MY EYEBALLS WITH THIS TOE CURLING DRABBLE???? the audacity. no consideration for my wellbeing and sanity ABSOLUTELY NONE ZERO hope ur ready to cover my medical bills bc i have permanent asthma from wheezing so hard while reading this i am NOOTTTT OKAAYYY SCREECHING TEARING MY HAIR OUT

where do i even START you’ve been feeding me ur angry isagi agenda for a while now BUT THIS IS NEXT LEVEL CAUTION HOT MIGHT BURN SCALDING …. i will quite literally never get tired of readers being just as much IF NOT MORE of an asshole especially when it comes to bllk boys like ,,,, YES BBIE BE NASTY AND DEPRAVED AND A MASSIVE JERK WITH ANGER ISSUES i want every blue lock guy ever to go “is my type insane women??? hot” i’m foaming at the mouf coochie weeping

AND BOY DID YOU DELIVVEERRRRRR. like the argument here is so insane(ly sexy). they went off so hard the clap backs??? i gasped out loud it was vicious instant hit call the firemen for that type of first degree burn kinda insults. reader grabbing ISAGI’S CHAIN WITH HER INITIALS TO BRING HIM TO EYE LEVEL what if i came what then. there’s just so much audacity and tension bc they’re both pro athletes.

“if i’m your dog then you’re my bitch. remember that pretty.” THIS TOOK ME OUUTTTT LOORRDDD. the contrast of bitch and pretty like yeah he’s gonna hate fuck the shit out of you on the kitchen counter but ur still his pretty baby he’s obsessed with you.

[theamazingannie]

Finished the first two episodes of PJO. Got thoughts (if anyone cares). Putting under a read more cuz it’s a bit lengthy

Before I go into the cons (cuz I got some unfortunately), the pros:

Aryan is so cute I adore him

I love the main trio in general. I think some of the acting isn’t always great but their chemistry and adorableness make up for it

I especially love the percabeth relationship. Walker and Leah did a great job showing that doofus Percy and irritated Annabeth relationship. Especially their early on “Annabeth looking down on Percy while he understandably flounders around.” I cannot wait to see more of them!!!

Saw someone on Twitter talk about the armor adjustment scene and how it could be a parallel to them later on as their relationship progresses and I hope so badly that they do that

Love Clarisse. Does a great balance between being unlikeable and being unenjoyable

LOVE Mr. D. Had absolutely no doubt that Jason Mantzoukas would crush this role and am glad to see it. Perfect level of unhinged and unnervingness. Literally the perfect person to play the role

It has a decent script. Not perfect, but I like how witty Percy is and there’s a lot of good written chemistry between characters and I found myself chuckling a lot, which is great as an adult with a show targeted towards younger audiences

The scenery is GREAT. I always have a hard time visualizing camp in my mind while reading and I think the show perfectly balances a normal summer camp with fantasy. Would’ve liked to see more of it, like a proper tour, but I know there’s not a lot of time. Hopefully we get to see more of it in later episodes

Great fight choreography. Wish there was a little more of it. Again, maybe they were cut for time but the fight scenes just seemed very rushed. But what we did see was so good. Especially loved Percy’s little duck and roll thing he did

Which brings us to the negatives. I wish I didn’t have any, but unfortunately I have a lot. I base these both as a fan of the books and as a show as a whole:

First things first, the pacing. It’s awful. It felt like a bunch of random scenes clipped together. There’s almost zero flow between scenes. It reminds me of watching the deleted scenes in the DVD bonus features and the weirdly long pauses between some scenes added to that. Nothing felt connected

To add to pacing, everything felt really rushed. As I said before, I get that timing is an issue, but I felt sped through everything. Considering it’s a tv show and we were promised more than was in the book, I didn’t expect so much to be left out. Nothing too important, but as I said before, it could’ve used better transitioning between scenes. I was left kind of disappointed and I can’t imagine not reading the books and being expected to follow this

On that note, explanations were iffy. It felt like they wanted to rush through explaining stuff to get to other parts which is fine for us readers but I think new audiences might struggle to follow. There’s a lot of information that the audience needs to know and I don’t think they properly addressed everything

One thing that comes to mind as I’m typing this is the wheelchair. They never show what it’s for. They introduce Chiron at camp as a centaur and have him be one for the entire time and so to an unknowing audience there’s just a random empty wheelchair during a scene. If they weren’t going to use it, they should’ve cut that out

The scene with the Cloven Elders felt unnecessary. I get they want to explore other POVs outside Percy’s but nothing that happened in that scene felt necessary to the plot. Barely anything happens and most of what happens is explained verbally through Grover later. I wonder if the scene was cut for time but it probably should’ve been cut altogether. It didn’t add anything except a tiny bit of worldbuilding and having them go INSIDE the tree was weird and not even from the books. There’s like a whole forest inside the forest which gives me Dodona vibes which it shouldn’t

As I said before, the acting isn’t great at times. That’s fine considering I was a House of Anubis stan once (hence the icon). Acting is honestly not the most important part of a show as long as they have interesting characters with good chemistry (which they do!) but still pulled me out of it a bit. Some of the delivery was kind of dry

There were multiple times when I thought the direction could’ve been better. It wasn’t necessarily the acting (although that was part of it). For example, which Annabeth says “you drool in your sleep”. She says it very monotonously and matter of fact and just stared at him unmoving which is fine cuz I think that’s how it worked in the book but I think it might’ve worked better if she said it more petulantly and hurried away. This is very nitpicky tho and is mostly just opinion

Speaking of Annabeth, though: I wanted to see her more! I get we will see her plenty throughout the season but I love her and would’ve liked her to be introduced sooner. She meets Percy earlier in the books so she could’ve been introduced sooner. I also want to see her and Chiron interact (which we will hopefully get ep 3) so we can see that father daughter relationship. (I did like the way she was introduced though. They did that really well. I just want to see her more🥰)

A note for the next ep promo: WHY did it spoil that they were gonna be meeting Medusa??! That was supposed to be a surprise and they just gave it away in the PROMO????

One last thing cuz I’m mad. I already made a separate post about it but THALL-EE-UH???? That’s literally how I pronounced it when I first read it and was repeatedly told it was wrong and it was TALL-ee-uh so I switched my brain over and NOW you tell me I was right??? I knew some pronounciations were gonna be wrong but I was PRETTY SURE about that one

I definitely had more thoughts while watching (some that are extremely nitpicky that I’m going to force myself to ignore) but I didn’t take notes while watching and am already starting to forget details. Overall, I did love it, but I think a lot of the love came from my existing love of the series. I first read PJO 13 years ago and it was the first book series I truly fell in love with and remains my favorite to this day. A lot of feelings are my love biasing me both positively and negatively, and it makes me wonder if I would have chosen to continue watching the show if I hadn’t already had that love. Honestly, I don’t think I would. However, I do plan on continuing to watch and support and hopefully the rest of the season goes well!

[imreallyloveleee]

wip wednesday

is this still a thing? regardless, here’s a snippet from this oneshot i’m working on, where Betty joins Jughead on a trip to Ohio for JB’s high school graduation. it’s set a few weeks after the end of 5x17 (which is why i tortured myself today by sitting through it) and goes au from there:

A few hours later, they cross the border into Pennsylvania. 

“So…” Betty pauses, unsure how to phrase her question. “Your parents…they’re still living together?”

“They are,” Jughead confirms. “They seem to have figured out whatever it is they needed to figure out. Wish they’d done it when I was in high school, but better late than never, I guess.” 

“That’s nice. For JB, at least.” 

“Yeah. No sleeping in the janitor’s closet for her, thank god.” 

Betty’s heart twinges at the reminder of Jughead’s temporary stint with homelessness. She hadn’t known about it until he was safely ensconced in the warmth and stability of the Andrews house, but she remembers crying when he told her, and how he’d tried to comfort her, which only made her cry harder. 

“And your mom’s…” She hesitates again. 

“On the straight and narrow? Somewhat. I think she’s still involved with that chop shop she was running, but there’s no meth lab in the basement or anything.” Jughead shrugs a little. “Aside from that I don’t ask a lot of questions.” 

In her lap, Betty’s phone lights up with a text from Kevin: I have an update on the ~Tangs situation. Lunch @ Pops?

She hesitates, then texts back in as few sentences as possible an explanation for why she’s currently driving across northwest Pennsylvania with her high school ex-boyfriend. 

Typing bubbles appear at the bottom of the screen. Then her phone rings.

“The fuck,” she mutters, silencing it immediately.

Jughead glances over. “Do you need to take a call?”

“No. It was just spam.” 

I’m literally sitting next to him right now, I can’t talk

!?!?!?!?

I expect ALL details when u get back

Betty rolls her eyes. 

FYI he’s not dating Tabitha. They were faking it for her parents

Ohhh

That makes more sense. They have zero sexual chemistry 

Kevin continues texting her with various “tips” for the weekend ahead, but Betty tucks her phone back into her purse. She’s not taking advice from the guy who somehow ended up on the losing side of a three-way-parenting love triangle situation by the age of 25.

[kingofthering]

questions for fic writers: 9, 14, 17, 26, 40, 41, 48

9. How do you find new fic to read?

Depends what I'm looking for. For fandoms I already know and have already browsed, I'll check the latest fics posted (most of the time filtering to only see finished works but not always) (sometimes with a rating filter, sometimes not).

If I'm into a new pairing or a new fandom altogether, I'll go with the usual "Ranked by kudos" + "Finished works" combo and browse through the pages.

I also look in my "Bookmarked for Later" list from time to time but some fics there have been waiting for me for a long time now.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Hm. My instinct was to say no only because I already read pretty much everything now, even stuff that I didn't think I would want to approach a while ago. But, all things considered, there are still some tags that I avoid and that I would have to give a chance for some writers I love, I have to admit.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I don't have anything that comes up to mind. The other day I was thinking about the THIRDS series (of books) and how the MotoGP riders would fit in that universe so maybe that.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

It's funny because I've kind of already done both? This Coldflash fic from 2019 doesn't exactly have zero dialogue but it comes close to it considering the format. And if we're not too technical, this Mattdrai fic from 2021, using social media formats, is kind of all dialogues (in different forms).

And if I really have to chose, I think no dialogue is easier and even though I love a good dialogue, I'm not sure I could do only that (or altering the rules a little there).

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I tend (or tended) to be the second type of person with most pieces of media and arts (read: fics, tv shows, movies, books) and it will frustrate me to rewatch or reread something because I already know what's happening next. That said, I think I've changed over the last few years and now I'm able to rewatch things and reread my favorite fics with great pleasure.

41. Link a fic that made you think, "Wow, I want to write like that."

Literally anything ever written by @ladyeggplant. The bro but make it soft series is a forever favorite of mine.

48. What's the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

The last thing I read was your savage good boy by @yekoc and I 100% recommend it to everyone. So beautifully written. A delicious Cele/Bezz that I had to pause several times just for my brain to go !!! before I could proceed in my reading again.

questions for fics writers

[tiktokonaclock]

The Siren and The Demon Chapter 8

“Enter.”

“Yes Sire.”

Ren entered the emperor's study with slow steps. It was a surprisingly cozy looking room with bookshelves covering entire walls. There was also a fireplace and a gramophone that was probably older than Ren himself. It was the type of room Ren imagined himself having when he was Barodius’ age, if he could ever get as old as him, that is.

The room was dimly lit with artificial light coming from the window. Gundalia did not have sunlight, this was as bright as it could get. And it was almost completely dark outside.

It was also always cold in Gundalia. Yet, Ren's Palms were sweaty as he tried to ignore the burning feeling in his stomach.

“Relax, Ren.” Barodius said as if he sensed it. “Are you nervous?” He crossed his arms and legs.

“No sire.”

“Good, You shouldn't be. Only my most trusted subjects have the privilege entering my private sanctuary.”

“I am truly honored sire." Ren said, avoiding Barodius’ piercing gaze.

“Don't norrow your eyes Ren!”

Barodius’ calm voice suddenly boomed like thunder. “It is a is a sign of weakness. And I hove zero tolerance for weakness.”

“I-“

“Despite your team’s many loses, I still see a lot of promise in you.”

“Thank You Sire."

A small smile appeared on his lips. “Tell me what's happening with the others.”

“I am not sure I understand what you mean.”

“I mean if you know anyone who is Sneaking behind." He paused for a moment. "Behind our backs.”

“No Sire."

“Are you sure? Isn't there anyone who acts

Somehow suspicious?”

Ren didn’t want to be the whistleblower and reveal Nurzak’s opinions, which were critical of Barodius. He had to think of something else to say to save himself From the situation . Something harmless..Something that woulan't throw anyone under the bus, yet would ensure Barodius that he would 've eagerly played the whisteblower if he knew anything.

“Zenet!” Ren said.

“Zenet?”

“Yes.” In the end of the day, what could this 16 year old girl hove anything to hide that would be he harmful or important for anyone? Reg assumed it to be something irrelevant, like a boyfriend or a crush, or even poorly written fanficton that she was hiding in that phone of hers. He knew people her age, and also his own age ironically, tented to keep their phones private, even if they had nothing to hide.

“Zenet has always been overly protective of her phone, Someone calls her and she hides the screen, gets away from us to answer it and she… well she basically freaks out whenever someone comes near her phone.”

“Do you know why? Did she say anything?”

“No, sire.”

“Okay Ren, You may leave.”

Ren bowed down and turned to the door.

“Tell Zenet that I wish to see her, immediately.” Barodius added.

As a shapeshifter, Zenet hod always been aware of the fact that putting on a convincing act is the most Valuable skill for her, as without a proper performance her Shapeshifting ability would be pretty useless.

The drama lessons she took from Jesse, who was immensly happy to educate another person about his hyper fixation, could quite literally sove her life now.

She needed to convince the emperor that she was worthy to be kept alive.

“Welcome.” Barodius said.

She decided to mirror his calm and collected attitude for the time being. “Thank you sire.”

He was watching her with a piercing gaze, he wasn't even blinking.

“ Zenet, do you..” He finally asked with a small pause. “Do you dye your hair?”

“Huh?”

It took her a moment to realize how rude her reaction must have sounded. “Yes.” She said , desperately trying to save face. “I do, dye my hair.”

"When did you start to dye it?” He asked as his chin leaned on his hand, making him look a little too invested in the conversation.

“I was really young, I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was… sixth grade?”

The emperor looked at his computer screen.

“That would be.. l2 years old?”

"I think so, yeah..”

“What's your real color?

“It's red-brownish."

"Is it? Or is it more red-ish?

“Your majesty, if you don’t mind me asking, why do you care?”

Zenet was so scared of getting electroshocked then and there, but he didn't seem mad. In fact, he was smiling.

He turned the computer screen to her. “Is this you, Zenet?”

On the computer, Zenet saw her identification profile on the orpharage she grew up in untill she was old enough to attend the military’s boarding school. 8 year old Zenet with dark red hair was smiling at her without of care.

“Yes.” She could finally say. “That is me.”

Barodius turned his Computer back to himself.

“You were a cute kid.”

“Thank you sire."

Stay calm. Stay Calm.

“Are you hiding something, Zenet?” He asked, Finally coming to the point.

“Hiding something? From you?”

“From me, from your team mates, from everyone else?”

“I-no sire.” She tried her best to look convincing.

Barodius leaned back on his seat. "Look, Despite your team’s many losses, I still see a lot of promise in you. I don’t want you to share the same Fate with the others." A reassuring Smile appeared on his face. “But if I am gonna protect you, I need to know things about you.”

“The things you see on that screen are all there is to know about me." She said. "I am an open book, I don't have any Secrets.”

“Are you sure?”

Zenet wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or slightly entertained.

“Yes.” She forced a smile.

"Okay. If you don't have anything to add, you may leave.”

Zenet turned around. What Gill said earlier was ringing in her ears; Zenet you don’t get any privileges Just because you are my daughter.

The door opened. As she walked out, she could feel the anxiety and fear coming back to her body.

She would go back to her room and continue to lay down in her bed, getting anxious and depressed, overthinking, and not being able to anything to change her situation.

She didn't want to go back. She wanted Something to change, to something to work out, to something to progress.

She wanted to be able to do something.

She had barely walked out of his study. She turned back and rushed. The guards did not stop her as she pushed the door open and stormed in.

Barodius lifted his head. They made eye contact. Then, he smiled. He gave her a silent permission with his hand.

“Master Gill. He is... He is my father.”

Note: I know this one is a little short, but I am going to make it up <3 I wanted to make a few shorter chapters instead of making one long chapter, I think it will be more fun this way :))) .

[ashen-crest]

find the vibe tag

Thanks for tagging me, @winterandwords! The vibe I’m supposed to find is “I’m lost.”

I don’t have anyone get literally lost in the books, but I do have Ambrose in A Rival Most Vial get figuratively lost when trying to help a friend:

Ambrose bit his lip and approached his next question with caution. “How are you…liking the shop?”

He expected some sort of shrug or false smile. Instead, Eli’s hand paused, and he remained silent for a moment.

“I’m not like you,” he said quietly.

Ambrose deflated, his thoughts drifting back to Dawn. He had seen what this type of work could do to someone, even someone who loved it. The exhaustion, the stress…

Months ago, he would have rejoiced at this. Now, he only found another friend suffering.

“Are you going to stay there?” he asked gently. More silence from the cauldron as sparkles slowly winked out around Eli.

“I don’t know.” Eli didn’t look at him—just the blank metal in front of him. Ambrose’s shoulders dropped. Potion advice, he could give for days. Career advice? He didn’t even know where to start.

“You should…you should talk to someone about it,” he said. “It doesn’t have to be me—I mean, it could, if you’d like—but someone. It’s just…” He let out a breath. “I’d prefer not to see you miserable.”

“I’d prefer not to see me miserable, too,” Eli mumbled, then held up a hand. “I’ll talk to someone after this commission. Now, help me out of here before the potion wears off?”

Tagging in turn, with zero pressure: @winglesswriter, @moonluringfrost, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, and @shaded-radon. Your vibe to find is: fuck around and find out. (can be any flavor of that statement)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

what inspires your artwork? your style is so cool and fun and you draw literally the best atticus of all time

WAHH THANK YOU!! 🥺always means a lot to hear that....

I actually put together a little moodboard of my longtime artistic inspirations and influences a year or so ago for some twitter meme i think, and it's still pretty true to The Dana Art Experience

it's extremely funny to me that yugioh Duel Monsters is definitely like. one of the patient zeroes of my art and art style especially, and now im back making ygo fanart and it feels like coming home. im out here watching the spinoffs and seeing the way they build on the art style and make it more and more extravagant and expressive and im absorbing these powers with my mind. whatever zexal is doing with its character design i need to inject into my art immediately.

invader zim also Very Big... in the summer of 2009 i spent like every night copying characters from paused IZ screencaps and it just permanently altered my art style's dna HFDHGUDG those sharp edges and weird colors and head shapes..the inspiration still runs DEEP. between that, ygo, and Chuck Jones' Looney Tunes art (which I had been exposed to from a young age) that's the Dana Art Soup of all time.

I also get a lot of inspiration from my friends!! ;w; I'm always looking at how they approach things like color and composition and trying to learn from that... nowadays I also spend a lot of time looking at and getting inspiration from funky mixed media art (especially digital mixed media/wikipedia poetry/just anything doing interesting stuff with public domain and google searches and internet born material); when fanart Does Interesting Things with medium and composition that's My Jam, that's the type of art I love to make.

anyways THANK YOU AGAIN...hands you an Atticus

freckly surfboard shaped ass sea otter

[dragonandtiger]

Dreaming To Reality: Oneiromancy Chapter Thirty - 16

“The police approached Miyako’s sister, at her family store, and specifically asked her about Digimon and Miyako’s involvement with Ken,” Kigaru cut in, causing Keiko to jerk back and gawk at him in shock. “Miyako hasn’t told the others yet, but their home is literally right above their store. Meaning they know where she lives and that she’s involved with Digimon.” He paused to shake his head slowly. “At this point, Digimon is a secret in name only.”

Keiko grimaced, looking as though she had swallowed a bug.

“And after that, Oikawa came by my office and brought one of them with him,” Kigaru continued. At Keiko’s confused stare, he offered her a thin-lipped smile. “One of the original creators of the entire Digital World - the Wild Bunch,” He leaned forward, tapping his right pointer finger against his temple. “How are Narakumon and Tenraimon going to keep their world a secret when their own gods are betraying that secret?”

Keiko could only stare at Kigaru in mute horror for a long moment as her body began to tremble until finally words came sputtering out. “H-how could they?! They abandoned the Digimon! How could they just… How could they!?”

“They threw the Digimon away once, without any regard,” Kigaru agreed, with a sharp edge of condemnation in his tone. “It would seem that they have even less regard now than they did then.”

Keiko’s eyes started to water, and she looked away, stubbornly blinking back the moisture as she hid her face behind Tsuyosa’s head.

Kigaru paused to regard Keiko. He was aware, even if distantly, of her family situation, if only because of his friendship with her sister Akane. He was well aware of the type of person their mother was. He had a feeling that her distress and confusion wasn’t just directed towards the actions of the Wild Bunch, but people like her biological mother as well.

Kigaru took a moment to consider his words with care, as well as the presence of his very young son, and spoke in a much softer tone. He noticed Akane seemed to have a similar idea, as she was quietly ushering out Sera and Sakura, who were far too young to really understand what was happening beyond their aunt’s obvious unhappiness.

The CEO waited a moment for the three to leave the room before he turned to Keiko. “I’m afraid some parents just don’t see their children as people, my dear, but as possessions for them to use and discard. In the case of the Wild Bunch, the children they created might have been ‘alive’, but they were little more than pixelated images on a screen - zeroes and ones that proved a theory they had. While I can’t say whether or not they all felt this way, but, to them, the life they created… the children they made were not human… and that makes it easier for them to not view their actions as neglectful or unjust.” He paused for a moment to let out a weary sigh. “It can also cause them to be afraid of their children if they become too much for them to handle.”