#i still listen to it but not as much anymore so it's kind of neat to look abck on it and be like wow

[bunn-iiii]

new special interest making me realize how long my "show pony music" (aka music that either reminded me of Show Pony or stuff I think they'd listen to) dominated my music taste

[synthetickitsune]

Minghao (SVT) | Washing your hoodie comfort | 0.6k | gn!reader

Minghao’s wearing the fond smile that’s reserved only for the people closest to him. Mostly you. You know it without looking at him. And you won’t look at him, even though that smile is a sight you’ll never tire of. It’s a masterpiece honestly, the epitome of love you think. Yet you don’t turn his way, not even when you feel his finger poking at your cheek softly.

“I already apologized,” he whispers, his voice dripping in that damn smile, in that adoration of his that only ever belonged to you, “Even though there was nothing to apologize for.”

He’s right - logically you know it. But you’re feeling irrational and emotional. Not really upset, but you think if you were a different kind of person, you might’ve been. Anyway, it’s not about whether he apologized or not. 

“I really wanted to wear that hoodie, Hao,” you grumble quietly, curling further into yourself. His hand cups your knee. By now you think his lips will be gently curled into an amused smile. He moves closer and you don’t put the distance back between you. “It’s really comfy.”

“I know, darling,” he acknowledges, “But you already wore it so much this week that it needed washing.”

He’s right of course, you know it. Honestly it’s a little embarrassing that you didn’t immediately add it to the laundry and that he had to be the one to throw it into the washing machine just before you shut the door. He started the cycle before you could protest. Hence why you’re sulking like a child who had their blanket taken away.

“Still… Just once more…” you murmur, trailing off. There’s really nothing more to say. 

“That’s never how it goes.” He says it kindly, without judgment. And again, you know he’s right. He knows you too well for your and his own good. “Are you really upset?”

You think about it. You know you’re not, and you think he knows it too. Even if you were, him genuinely checking on you would probably make you not be anymore. So you shake your head. He hums, fond, loving. Minghao told you once before that he likes the quiet and simple life with you. That he likes he doesn’t have to worry about you being upset with him for every small thing. Not that you believe that would be possible with a man like him. And that he likes the small quiet bickering that sometimes occurs, as if just to add a little spice to the relationship - a neat sprinkle of cinnamon on a whipped cream on top of your favorite hot chocolate.

You haven’t noticed how close he moved, haven’t noticed when his arms enveloped you and pulled you into his body, but here you are now. Still curled into a ball, but now Hao’s curled around you too, your calves bent over his thighs, your ear right above his soothing heartbeat. It makes you think. It’s always so calm. Whenever you’ve listened to his heartbeat, it was so even, so steady. There are times when it races under your fingertips, his chest as sweaty as your palm, but those are not times when his heartbeat is on your mind.

“Better?” he asks, softly, like he doesn’t want to startle you awake from whatever daydream you drifted off to.

You nod with a small noise. You nuzzle closer. He smells like the fresh laundry he hung just before you put in the next load and your subsequent sulking session. You hide from him further. His lips press against the top of your head before he rests his chin there. He envelops you so completely you can easily imagine this is all there is to the world - just his warmth, his nice scent, and the safety he provides. Comfort personified.

[hopesangelsprite]

Too Sweet 🍭(Illumi x Reader)

Summary: Illumi never really liked sweet things... until he met you, of course.

Pairing: Illumi x Chubby!reader

Warnings: manipulation (duh-), violence, mentions of blood and murder, obsession, etc. (let me know if I missed any)

Note: Best read while listening to "Too Sweet" by Hozier ;).

It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?

Illumi had become accustomed to certain kinds of diets throughout his years. He knew how to eat like royalty as well as how not to eat at all for days on end. That was simply how he was raised. This diet of his not only applied to food but to people as well. He'd acquired a taste for the strong, bitter types; the ones almost as barbarous as he was. If there was one thing he almost never had a taste for, it would be sweets.

You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

He'd noticed how out of place you were instantly. The club he frequented was a haven for assassins, thieves, crime bosses, and other unsavory types of the lowest lows. Most people here didn't want to be seen and made an effort not to be, clothes dark and eyes darker. Yet there you stood behind the bar, hues of soft blue and yellow brightening your work attire, eyes brighter and purer than stars. His eyes followed you as you made your rounds across the club, eyes focused on your plush thighs and wide hips. It made him sick how soft and weak you looked. Most of him wanted to brush of your existence, to him you were an anomaly and nothing more. The other more sinister parts of him wanted to break you, to watch that innocence in your eyes fade into nothingness.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great But while in this world

I think I'll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Against his ingrained desires, he let you be. There was no use in him breaking you, in his eyes it wouldn't be long before someone else would anyway. So, Illumi carried on with life and ignored the small craving he was developing for you. It only grew deeper with each visit he made to the club. It wasn't often he was there either, his missions carried him all over the world for extended periods of time, but you never failed to be working each time he took his seat in the far corner of the building.

Illumi tried to drown out the yearning with whatever he could: bloodshed, money, women, etc. Still, he found himself watching night after night, taking note of the things that made you smile and the things you didn't smile as much at. Your interests became delicacies he dined on whenever he could. It wasn't long before he found himself wondering if your palate could handle the depth of his own flavor.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go I work late where I'm free from the phone And the job gets done But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate The rest of you like you're the TSA I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

The first time he approached you, he was unassuming. he took a seat at the bar far enough to watch but not close enough to get caught. He nursed the whiskey he'd order earlier in the night, not particularly interested in the taste of it anymore. It seemed you were a little more confident tonight, meeting the eyes of other patrons unlike your shifts prior. You offered polite smiles and gentle chuckles as you carried on conversing with a man Illumi knew to be violent murderer no doubt priming you for the kill.

A whisper in the back of his subconscious told him to follow the brown-haired male out tonight, ensure he'd never get the chance to savor in your sweetness. He washed away the thought with the last of the amber liquid in his cup deciding he'd use him to his advantage instead.

Illumi wrapped his knuckles against the dark oak of the bar drawing your ears and eyes toward him. Another warm smile replaced the questioning look you'd donned upon the interruption after noticing his empty glass. You pulled his favorite brand of whiskey from the shelves before making your way over to refill it. He watched your movements, keenly taking note of your body language. Once the glass was filled, he nodded in appreciation. You nodded back, preparing to resume your previous conversation, only to pause upon noticing the ring on his finger.

"That's a pretty piece you've got there, sir.", you chirped over the loud music, "Must've cost you a fortune!". So, you had a thing for jewelry, huh? Illumi took a mental note before shaking his head. "It cost me nothing if you don't count my life as currency.", he mused while looking over his family's crest at the center of a jeweled band, "It's an heirloom, a part of my birthright.". You hummed in understanding while taking his hand in yours to get a closer look. A shiver ran down Illumi's spine at the softness of your skin against his. For a second, he wanted nothing more than to kill everyone in the building and have you all to himself.

You gently placed his hand down before displaying another one of your million-dollar smiles. "Well, I guess that makes you the priceless one then.", you spoke smoothly before leaving him for the murderer. From that moment forward, the seed had been planted and obsession had taken root within Illumi's dark heart.

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait Until that day

I'd rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Two months passed before he decided it was time to carry out the rest of his plan. He'd spent the past few months at the very end of the bar making small talk with you and keeping you company when the nights got slow. He learned many new things from talking to you; how you were only a few years younger than him, your favorite foods and alcohols, the apartment complex you lived in. You seemed to be the most open with him when there was no one else around. He made you feel safe.

He'd also built rapport with you, taking out time to keep other criminals off your back and walking you out of the bar every night. Tonight, however, would be different. Instead of waiting with you for your taxi arrival, he ducked back into the bar with the excuse that he'd forgotten something of his. He crept his way to the back of the club eventually finding the stairwell to the roof. Illumi perched himself on the balcony and watched a shadow approach you from a rancid looking alley. He'd known the serial killer you been so kind to at the beginning of your job here would be waiting for you to be left alone just like any other night.

He listened to closely as the brunette rounded the corner and struck up a conversation. Not to his surprise, you kept it going smoothly in spite of the growing discomfort altering your tone. A beat and a half passed before your muffled screams fell upon Illumi's ears. He looked on patiently as the dark-haired man ambushed you and drug you into the alley he'd emerged from.

He followed closely behind from the rooftops, listening to the sounds of your struggling and crying. He fought hard to keep himself from intervening too soon and waited until the two of you stopped progressing into the maze of dark, damp passages. You'd been dragged into a dead end and unceremoniously shoved onto a pile of rotting trash. Illumi made note to have a bath drawn for you as your attacker drew closer with a long blade in hand. He waited for it to be raised above you before dropping down far away enough not to be noticed. Before any more harm could befall you, Illumi swiftly took control of the situation he'd manufactured and killed your would-be murderer.

I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me

Illumi disposed of the bloodied blade before turning to face you. He braced himself just quick enough to catch your sobbing figure falling into his arms unbothered by the blood covering them. He sank to the ground with you in tow and held you close while whispering the promise that you were safe into your shaking frame. He tucked your head into the crook of his neck before gently rising to carry you to the safety he promised. As he cast a final glance toward the body of your dead stalker, he smiled.

All of you belonged to him, now.

He could indulge in your sweetness forever.

[livestock-and-bibles]

Things I've Noticed During My Several Rewatches of The Doomstar Requiem

(Lock in, this is gonna be long)

Murderface is the only one out of the group to have a completely obscured face, possession foreshadowing perhaps? Also he lacks the golden streaks on the halo-esque circles behind them. Inch resting... (Not gonna talk too much abt when the scene goes red and the beam behind Murderface is dripping blood because I believe it's already been talked about before by others, and I don't want to include anything in this post that's already been discussed) Also I love how all of their weapons match their instruments

The way Toki doesn't even flinch when he gets alcohol poured on his wound is heartbreaking, likely either because the torture his parents put him through as a kid has given him a wicked pain tolerance or because he's so dissociated, similarly to how he behaves in Dethfam when his parents are around or Dethzazz when he's mentally in the punishment hole (I do believe this sort of catatonic state he's in is what's causing him to seem so much worse off than Abigail—though his untreated diabetes + Magnus targeting him more because of his relation to Dethklok probably also adds to it—he's likely not really eating or taking care of himself)

At first I thought that Magnus was feeding them dog food, but on closer inspection I actually believe it to be human remains. Yeesh. You can see it really looks like muscle fibers, and there's bones, as well as skin that still has hair on it. Magnus Hammersmith they could never make me like you

On the table is the Klokateer from Tracking/Ishnifus and The Challenge!!

I think it's interesting how much Nathan's fantasies look like Toki's! I just think it's neat! They're more similar than they seem :)

This is the most expressive we've ever seen Charles and it makes my heart hurt AUUGHH

The way Nathan licks his lips/teeth after the "How can I be a hero when my dick's as big as a shoe" line. DISGUSTING /affectionate

Does this fan look familiar? He should, because it's Dethklok's son, Fatty Ding Dong!! Good to see he's doing well lol, and his real name is Rick, we can also assume that at LEAST four years have passed since season 1, since in season 1 episode 10, he's said to be 14. Since he has a roommate now, he is likely to be around 18 years old

(Apologies for the low quality screencap I had to nab this from Youtube) I kind of wish that the animators didn't change this original animation for the end of The Fans Are Chatting. I just feel like Nathan pushing away the Klokateers is more symbolically relevant. Nathan is quite literally pushing away the safety and security his avoidance has given him, the hologram disappearing and the fans leaving is a metaphor for the fact that he can no longer keep himself deluded into thinking that everything is fine, he can't hide from the truth anymore

Almost all of the Rock A Roonie Fantasy Camp counsellors came to the Dethklok audition, there's even the depressed blues guy in the background. There's also Sammy Candynose from Snakes 'n Barrels, so I like to think that Pickles told him about the auditions

There's also the guitarist from Get Thee Hence

Toki's shadow!!! The wings!!!

The animals they take the form of match two of the guitars Brendon Small created with Gibson, The Thunderhorse and the Snow Falcon :D

It's super tiny but their smiles :'))!!! Also the way their parts play on different sides when you listen with headphones but then combine at this part makes me so crazy. Not only does Toki challenge Skwisgaar and inspire him to get better, but they're also having fun! Which I can imagine never really happened when he played with Magnus

Probably just an animation error but Skwisgaar is animated as his present day self here. Idk, just thought that was interesting

I think the order of the rest of the band joining in on the background vocals is really interesting, it goes: Skwisgaar, Pickles, Nathan, Murderface. Personally I choose to interpret it as a representation of how long it took each member to warm up to Toki as their rhythm guitarist, Skwisgaar was super fast since he was the one to choose him, Pickles was the one wanting a new guitarist in the first place, Nathan and Magnus seemed to be close, so it would definitely take more time for him to accept Toki as the whole Magnus situation would still feel a little raw, and Murderface is a professional hater so of course it took him the longest

I really love just how soft and content Murderface looks in Toki's fantasy. We all know he has a softer side and I think that either Toki perceives it, or possibly Murderface shows it towards him (Which I can believe because they're often together and they get along pretty well, Toki is probably the person Murderface gets along with the best actually)

I also want to mention that at this part of I Believe, Toki is no longer singing along with the other's background vocals, and is harmonizing with himself, which gets really sad when you realize that it's because this was just Toki remembering this to keep himself sane and he's actually kidnapped, hurt, and alone. Ouch :(

The drunk driver who crashed into the Jomfru brothers is the same guy who crashed into Nathan's second grade class in Dethgov. I guess there's only one drunk driver that exists in the Metalocalypse universe lol

I think we as a fandom need to appreciate Eric Jomfru more. He's such a real one. The way they make you care about him after he's already gone is so evil lol /affectionate

The way the Klokateers join in on this song makes me wonder if perhaps they view each other as brothers, or if there's just like a strong sense of brotherhood between them

The groupie on the left can actually be seen in Fatherklok at the beginning of the episode, as one of the women Skwisgaar has been with, so y'know what? She has valid reasons to be mad honestly

Murderface's pose up top always sends me, sir please calm down, keep it together king

Murderface holding his wrist :(

If you look closely, you can actually see that the Revengeancers are eating Ishnifus. Which is just,, utterly horrifying

In between the shots of the band and the assassin, there's so many inconsistencies in the placement of the characters. For the last two images, I just like to rationalize it as Pickles immediately attempting to run away, then noticing that the rest of the band is still there and being like "Oh shit we're squaring up? Ok I guess". I know it's just so Nathan can be in the center when they use the Dethlights but I just think it's funny

Also in the second to last picture, the way Murderface, typically the most cowardly of the band, isn't looking at the assassin, but instead, is looking worriedly at Toki, makes my heart hurt. I adore their relationship

Murderface is actually sleeping in Nathan's bed here. If you compare different shots of their bedrooms and beds, it's clear that this is Nathan's, you can tell from the striped pillowcase. I'm not gonna talk too much about this, mostly because I want to make a separate post talking about how Murderface is seen more than once sleeping in Nathan's bed when he's hurt/unwell. It's very sweet lol

ANYWAY! Thanks for reading these rambles, I love The Doomstar Requiem so much! I might make a post like this for Army of the Doomstar as well, and also just some analysis posts if I get the confidence lol. Big thanks to @ratskal for watching this a dozen times with me and pointing out things too. (I actually reached the max limit of pictures allowed in a post which is a little funny, I am so normal about this show /lying)

[talktonytome]

could i ask for "paitently helping them put their shoes on" please?

“Hey, you ready to go?” Evan asks, walking back into the living room, as he pulls on his jacket. Tommy, who’s still sitting on the edge of the couch sighs in frustration. His shoes still aren’t on, on account of the shooting pain in his ribs every time he tries to bend down to pull them on and tie them.

“Almost, except- I can’t get my stupid shoes on,” he admits, hanging his head in embarrassment. “The stretch hurts my ribs every time I so much as think about it,” he mumbles.

He listens to the fall of Evan’s footsteps, as he walks over to him, feet coming into view; Tommy keeps his eyes on the floor. He feels Evan cup the side of his face and gently tilt his head up. Tommy squeezes his eyes shut, fearing he’ll see pity, but he should know better. When he finally does open them, after a deep breath, Evan’s looking at him with nothing but concern and affection.

“Tommy,” he murmurs. “You can ask for help, you know? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I thought I could do it by myself. I mean, a couple broken ribs, no biggie, right? We’ve both had worse,” Tommy huffs, but leans into the comfort of Evan’s touch.

“Oh sure, no biggie,” Evan shakes his head incredulously. “But that’s beside the point. You don’t have to be injured for me to take care of you, baby. I like taking care of you, just like you do for me,” be rubs a gentle thumb across Tommy’s cheekbone. “And it doesn’t make me feel weak o- or ashamed- the opposite actually. You make me feel so loved and cherished, so let me do the same for you,” he pleads softly.

Tommy’s throat grows tight with emotion. How he can he argue with that? Evan’s right; it’s what they do, take care of each other.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he turns his face to kiss Evan’s palm. “Sometimes, I forget I’m not on my lone wolf bullshit anymore.”

Evan laughs, throwing his head back. “Damn right. You have me now, and that won’t change, if I can help it. So, get used to it!”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Sunshine,” Tommy wonders, “but I sure am glad I have you.”

“I ask myself the same thing about you, so we’re even,” Evan declares. “I think the universe knew what it was doing, bringing us together.”

Tommy smiles at that. He doesn’t put much stock in predetermination, not the way Evan does. But, if soulmates are real, Evan is his. And the kind of thing they have, he doesn’t take for granted, knows it’s something they both work at, to make it.

When Evan kneels down and lovingly slips socks on Tommy’s feet, Tommy feels the waves of reverence in the action. He tries to hold back tears when Evan guides each foot into its shoe and ties the laces into neat little bows. A tear manages to slip free and rolls down his cheek, but Evan’s back on his feet in an instant, wiping it away before it hits his chin.

Evan doesn’t say anything, he just wraps those big arms around Tommy’s shoulders and drops a kiss to his hair. Tommy knows he just gets it, gets him and isn’t it beautiful, to not even need words?

[im-just-a-bug]

Finished In Stars and Time last night and want to put down my thoughts bc that was nuts. Spoilers ahead v

Theres still much I havent seen, and ive only gotten one ending but man this game blew me away. Here are some things i loved about this game.

Timeloops are such a common plot device, a way to help the mc level up for the big bad, and the way they flipped that narrative on its head! The instant shift from "this is a gift to help me!" To "who did I think I was, how stupid," is so satisfying.

The music, at the end, terrified me. That first time Headmaiden broke down, and the music glitched and deteriorated, i realized oh. Oh fuck this is a kind of horror game isn't it. I wasnt wrong.

The changes in character art!!

The subtle things; the mirror never catches you by surprise again. Your battle sprite looks bored. You stop making silly noises at the birds.

That moment in act 3 where everything is finally going right, your companions love you and youve never felt more content, and Siffrin wins and gets to the end and they loop anyway. The way that the first time his party notices anything wrong is when he is completley and utterly heartbroken, the way they run to him. And he wakes up in the meadow, to allies that don't love him anymore. Who have no idea what hes going through. Who aren't grateful. And love didnt win the game so they go searching for answers and it makes sense but it makes everything worse.

You talk to King, and for a second you think everything might work out because stranger things have happened. And after a whole game of Bonnie being safe, Bonnie running away. Bonnie never being in any real danger. King picks them up and crushes them in front of you to 'teach you a lesson.' And the terror on Sifs face the next loop they reach the King startled me deeply, and reminded me that this game is a god damn masterpiece.

The way this game sets you up to stop caring about how you treat others, only to give you a real ending after what was essentially the WORST loop youve ever had?? Incredible. Siffrin doing everything he can to manipulate his way to the end, even if everyone hates him bc hes just so desperate. There's no point being nice, there's no point pretending in the end, bc he hopes there won't be another loop but in their heart they Know there will be, so what's the point? And he fumbles every interaction, makes every one of his friends hate his guts, and then has to fight the King alone. And then they save him anyway. They follow him and pick him up at the end (which cinematically is a God damn masterpiece all on its own God DAMN) and you figure out the whole time Siffrin was looping not bc the country fumbled a Wish, but because he didn't want his friends to go. He wanted to stay with them so badly he wished for it on accident, and the universe listened.

I haven't even gotten into how in awe I was, putting together the little puzzle pieces of Sifs backstory, of his island. Even in act 1 I was squinting my eyes. Several mentions of a whole island wiped from existence no one can remember? A protagonist with severe memory issues and no connection to or knowledge of any culture left? God I love this game.

And Loop. I didnt learn Loops story on my playthrough, but i looked into it and man. Its so incredibly neat that you have this character, this other siffrin, who went through these loops so many times they got desperate enough to make a whole NEW wish, unspecified and uncaring, just wanting something to change. Wanting help. And got shoved into our Siffrins reality instead, because wishes never work how you want them to. Finding their star room and their journal and trinkets and lore was so incredibly cool!! Though im confused why the journal says they made a cooy of themself, but their battle dialogue says they got shoved into a different reality. Idk, but it's still cool. And their anger, that someone else got their happy ending? Fucking mwah.

These characters are so complex and interesting and a day later im still in awe about it. There are so many parts of this game i havent even mentioned here that are like a punch in the face. So many little interactions, so many art shifts.

I loved this game deeply, and the only thing stopping me from playing more is guilt at taking away that ending. When a game makes u care about the characters that much, you know its a great game.

[beneathsilverstars]

DO YOU HAVE ANY. headcanons about!! families?? outside of the party??

if not, relationships with food / cooking :]

Mira's family dynamics I talked about recently! Only child, lots of pressure to be her parents' perfect coddled baby, they loved her but couldn't love her bc they never gave her space to be herself. Let's say she has a mom and a dad, both trans. I think her parents struggled with infertility and had a previous late-term miscarriage — lots of time to desperately plan out their perfect family, and not much hope of a second child on whom to pin any of those dreams. They're so sad that she's not really in contact with them anymore, but they don't push it because they know they did something wrong, even if they don't quite get what they should've done instead.

Mira tried her best to go along with their plans and act properly as a child, but withdrew more and more as a teenager, then left at age 16. She didn't run away, and technically her parents gave their blessing, but they had a huge fight about it which had never really happened before. Sometimes Mira considers reaching out, but she feels too guilty about making her dad cry like that, and then upset that she feels guilty, etc. Easier to stay strangers.

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Isabeau we know has a huge family! I think he has three older siblings and two younger (which means he has no older child responsibility, but also no younger child attention). Let's make them up real quick! But only with initials, I can't pull out names that fast.

31 - F - rebellious, angrily resists getting parentified 30 - J - overly kind, helps raise the younger kids, stressed 27 - M - neat freak, lots of hobbies/activities 24 - Isa - quiet, allergic to bothering anyone 23 - D - very sensitive both emotionally and sensorily 21 - L - fussy baby to loud and rambunctious child

The combination of D and L was very difficult! L knocks over D's tower, D starts wailing, L starts screaming, D cries so hard they throw up, etc. Also L's favorite activity from age 2-4 was escaping the house and exploring by herself! And that's why she was the last kid.

Let's say, two moms. Decent people, and good parents for the older couple kids at first, they love kids and looove babies! But they're a bit impulsive, and very stubborn, and really started to struggle with the last two kids. They still did a pretty good job with the most urgent issues, but they just didn't have time or energy for anything that wasn't an urgent issue.

Isabeau's parents often praised him for being so easy — you never cause trouble, you take care of yourself, you're so responsible! So he never went to them when he did maybe need help. Got good at teaching himself skills and repressing difficult emotions and not taking up space. Didn't protest chores, or other people not doing their chores. Didn't invite friends over. Didn't complain. Oh, Isabeau, so self-sufficient you hardly know he's there!

He got really good at reading a room! He's seen many a tantrum and argument, and quietly learned which resolution methods worked better or worse and even usually reasoned out why. He just... never did anything with that knowledge, because stepping in to mediate involves stepping in and becoming part of that conflict. Scary! And it's not like any of his siblings would listen to him, anyway, they barely remember he exists.

For the first half of his childhood, one of his mom's siblings lived with them too, along with their two kids. The cousins were nice enough, but 2 and 5 years older than F, and kinda fed up with all the young children pestering them. Though, out of everyone Isa was the favorite of the younger of the two, because he wasn't annoying and made a useful sounding board for her schoolwork. Isa got to learn about advanced topics and sometimes receive cool trinkets! Still not a super strong relationship, but he was devastated when she reached adulthood and moved out.

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We know Odile's mom left when she was very young, I'm gonna say 1.5 years. She got past the baby period and went fuck, it's not getting easier? It's just getting different kinds of difficult? It's going to be difficult for the next 16.5 years??? And skedaddled. Odile's dad had also been ready for things to settle back into normalcy now that the baby was sleeping through the night and eating normal food, and was absolutely blindsided by his partner leaving. He got extremely depressed and relied a lot on community support to help care for Odile for the next little while.

Once Odile was walking and talking like a person, he was able to pull himself together and be there for her, and loved her so ferociously. But sometimes her laugh or something would remind him too much of her mom and he would kinda check out for the rest of the day. He hated thinking about his ex and then he'd start to hate her and then get so, so sad. Maybe even hate Odile for a moment and get even sadder. Why can't he just be content? Odile's the only light in his life, she's what makes everything worth it, why does he still wish he had her mom back instead?

Pobody's nerfect though and he did pretty well! Odile was a fairly cranky toddler because she just couldn't do all of the things that she so desperately wanted to be able to do (also trauma), but once she got past those first 5 years of constant developmental leaps, she mellowed out a lot. So she didn't mind hanging out and coloring or reading a book by herself while her dad was "taking a nap" (staring at the ceiling fighting his inner demons). And she love love loved all the things he did with her, reading and gardening and especially shopping — she got to write the grocery list and count out the money and everything! She got cranky-frustrated again as a teen, on top of increasingly complex feelings about her mom and realizing her dad is depressed as fuck, but they had a strong enough bond to make it through that phase okay.

At some point in her 20s Odile made him go to therapy! It helped, and so did anti-depressants. He even started dating again eventually and now has a nice husband, who Odile was quite wary of at first and generally not interested in getting to know. She's glad her dad is happier now, though! I think he's still alive during ISAT, but getting fairly old since he and his wife were a bit on the older side when Odile was born.

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Bonnie is 11 years old during canon and Pétronille is 20; she ran away from home when Bonnie was 4 and she was freshly 14. She saw that their parents were starting to treat Bonnie the way they treated her, now that they were a full kid instead of a useless toddler, and she got them the fuck out of there!

(cw for the next paragraph: abusive parents, person who is both abusive and mentally ill and abused)

Nille is bipolar with psychotic symptoms, and I've been going back and forth on this but I'm gonna say yes it runs in the family and her mom was bipolar as well. She didn't really give a shit about her kids, she had them because that's what you do! She made Nille do most of the housekeeping, and help with her schemes to turn their lives around for real this time: surely if I perfect this recipe I can open a restaurant, surely if we rearrange the furniture I'll stop hating this house, surely if I buy and wear the right necklace my partner will love me again, etc. The second baby was an attempt to fix her relationship, and while she'd thought baby Nille was cute and had enjoyed the intense new baby-mom relationship, she got sick of baby Bonnie even faster and foisted their care onto Nille. Their dad was worse! He bonded with the person he did because he knew she'd be totally reliant on him, and he had kids because he wanted more people to control. Mom sometimes tried to stand up for the kids, but always quickly gave up and withdrew more or turned on them instead.

So! Nille stole her mom's jewelry, put Bonnie in a wheelbarrow and walked as far as she could. She ended up in Bambouche. She started working for a trio who fished and ran a shop/restaurant; she prepared the fish and washed dishes and other odd jobs, and she was allowed to bring Bonnie with her. Some people offered to take the two of them in, or babysit Bonnie, but she did not trust like that. So everyone just quietly patronized that shop a little extra so the trio could afford to do things like say "oh no I bought this huge bag of the wrong kind of rice, can't just serve a different kind, but I don't want it, guess I'll throw it away unless you could use it..?"

Eventually she started trusting her neighbors enough to directly accept leftovers and hand-me-downs, let Bonnie play at their houses, etc. Right in time for her bipolar disorder to really hit! She tried so hard to keep forcing herself through the motions for Bonnie, but one day she went into work manically ranting about how she was going to destroy Bonnie's life just like her parents did hers and her bosses were like woah there! They closed shop for the day to focus on checking on Bonnie and making sure they had babysitting arranged, finding Nille a therapist, and reassuring Nille that Bonnie was safe, and everyone will help make sure that Bonnie stays safe, and she can get help too so she can keep being a great gaurdian.

By pre-canon she is on anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers and knows a fuckton of coping mechanisms! She fishes now and sells her catches herself, and while she works Bonnie goes to school and runs around the village with the other kids and pesters travelers for stories and whatnot.

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I don't have super solid headcanons for Siffrin's family yet because it makes me soo sad to imagine their family missing them or not-missing them or obliterated. So I'm trying to let myself just leave it open so I can practice the skill of "deciding on worldbuilding facts as they become relevant to your story instead of typing out an entire bible first". But let's say he had three parents and two siblings, which is pretty standard for the island, and lots of cousins and family friends. Someone or other is holding a huge cookout at least twice a week, and, and Siffrin was a really kind-but-mischievious older sibling and, bwahhhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He sailed off for a couple hours at age 15 because his baba's super strict about everyone trying a bite of every food every time, yes even if you're sure you hate it it's important to be a good example for the younger kids and who knows maybe you'll like it this time! So Siffrin ran off to prove that he was basically an adult and not actually beholden to their rules, and they should appreciate his presence and take him seriously instead of treating him like a clueless baby.

:(

[sabrondabrainrot]

☀️🌟☼🔅

Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[salty-croissants]

Can you do headcanons for Rayman with a Sally type of s/o from the nightmare before Christmas?,Like a reader that tries to tell him about Eden and all of that but even if he doesn’t listen she still stays by his side and loves him nonetheless pretty please :)

Thank you for the request ! 

As a big Nightmare Before Christmas fan , I found this scenario to be very neat :D 

I tried to integrate a few personality traits of Sally in the reader , I hope it worked !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

friends to lovers ; 

no warnings needed , other than a few swear words at the end  

One of the many things you’ve always admired about Rayman is the sheer passion he always put in his dream of hosting his very own show : 

you have been watching his hard work for years , all his sacrifices … and all the difficult times he went through . 

Being so different from everyone else made him an easy target for people’s derision and prejudices , and for the longest time Rayman felt like no one would’ve ever accepted him for who he really was … 

Until he met you .

You were the first person who showed Rayman kindness , and let’s just say he will never be able to forget that : 

you always seemed genuinely interested in what he was doing , never once shunning him for his appearance and even offering him words of advice and encouragement …

< Another failure … I thought this time was going to be different … can’t believe I was so stupid … > 

< Rayman , you’re not stupid . I know it’s tough , but people will understand your talent someday … 

You just have to be patient . > 

He was truly grateful for your friendship , and it’s also thanks to you if he managed to get through it all and get where he is today . 

Even tough he’s now the voice of Eden , Rayman hasn’t forgotten about you and all that you’ve done for him , and whenever he’s not too busy with his shows he loves to spend time with you , happy to have a chance to get his mind off of work : 

your presence is just so soothing … your kindness and eagerness to listen to him always manages to put his mind at ease , and sometimes he can’t help but wonder what would it be like if the two of you became … something more .

< You mean a lot to me y/n , you know ? I think I might be … uh … > 

< Yes , Ray … ? > 

< … heh … oh , it’s nothing , don’t worry about it . I’m just tired … > 

Little does he know that you feel the exact same way , however every time you try to say it out loud the anxiety of getting rejected , or worse , making your long time friend uncomfortable has always stopped you from doing so … 

Much like Rayman . 

… but the day you eventually discovered Eden’s plans and just how much they have been using Rayman for their propaganda , everything changed . 

You felt horrible to know that the people who promised to help him make his dream come true were just doing that to cover the many dark realities they were trying so hard to keep hidden from everyone , and you knew that you had to tell him somehow …

Of course , it didn’t exactly go well .

< Please - I know this sounds crazy , but you have to believe me ! 

The Board of Directors aren’t who you think they are … I would never lie about something so serious to you , Rayman , you know that , right … ? >

< *sigh* … y/n , I … 

I’m sorry , but that just isn’t … possible . Sure , the Directors are pretty strict about a few things , but they wouldn’t do that to me … I’m their star . > 

< But - > 

< Please , let’s not talk about this anymore … I know you mean well , but I think it’s just a bunch of … really well made fake news . 

I gotta go study my next script , just … try to forget about it , okay ? > 

You were admittedly pretty hurt by Rayman’s lack of trust in you … but maybe you just needed to think of a better way to explain everything to him .

You only want him to be alright … it’s for his own good … 

Despite everything , you still remained by his side , comforting him after the disastrous interview with Red and reminding him to come visit you if he ever needed help … Well , one day you were surprised to find an unannounced Rayman outside your door , wearing a coat and with a terrified expression on his face that you’ve never seen before …

It was enough to make you very concerned .

< Woah - come in Ray … are you okay ? 

Did … something else happen ? > 

The moment he heard you lock the door , was the moment he finally broke down :

You watch him take a few steps in your direction , locking you in a tight embrace while sobbing right next to your ear …

< y-y/n … I’m sorry , I’m just … I-I’m so sorry … ! > 

After a second of shock , you hug him back , confused but most importantly worried .

< Ray … what’s wrong ? If you let me know I can try to help you … > 

< You were right … you were right about e-everything … I went talk to the frog , and he showed me … I-I saw … > 

Rayman tries to take a deep breath to calm himself down … to no avail .

< I saw what those bastards did … using my f-face … oh god … i-it’s so bad , and if I just listened to you I would’ve known sooner … I’m such a fucking idiot … will … will you ever be able to forgive me … ? > 

You have to admit , it’s all still very confusing to listen to , but as soon as he stops talking you place your hands on his cheeks , gently wiping away his tears . 

< Of course I forgive you . I understand , it really wasn’t an easy truth to come to terms with … 

I just want you to know that no matter what happens , I’m always going to be on your side , Rayman , because … you mean a lot to me too . I just wasn’t able to say it before … > 

You both stare into each other’s eyes , before you realize that you’ve been doing that for a bit too long and stand up , your cheeks blushing a little …

< A-anyway , um … since you’re here I could get you something to drink , so maybe we can sit and talk about what happened a bit more calmly … if that’s okay with you , of course ! > 

Rayman can’t help but smile in front of how cute you are , and after a few more deep breaths he starts feeling a bit less overwhelmed . 

< Yeah … yeah , that’d be great . > 

[milkybonya]

8:03am _ lee know

order 059, @btsmosphere : honey milk tea with pudding and for skz Lee Know

!: y/n tells a (rude) customer to stfu, some angst/physical violence, enemies to lovers! but it's mostly Lino teasing y/n and y/n being the one who hates Lino, Lino is a snob here and y/n is kinda cold

#: rich ceo!Lino who is a regular at the café you work at, he drives you insane but ends up being the one to comfort you on a bad day

[💌: this ended up being on the longer side! i hope you enjoy it hehe i was so invested while writing this...]

you sigh as you hear the door to your café open at exactly 8:03am. the same person was coming for the same order that they get at the same time every single day... and of course you always have to work the morning shifts.

"strawberry latte?" you ask him, not even meeting his gaze.

"i have a name, you know," he responds. you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"don't care," you say, punching in the order. you don't usually act this cold with customers, but Lino deserves it.

"someone's having a bad day. don't worry sweetie, i'll tip you extra today," he says.

you finally look up to see him with his hair parted comma style, glasses with lenses that may or may not be fake sitting on the bridge of his nose. his black suit is neat, perfectly tailored to him.

"finally looking at me after i mentioned a tip?"

he's smirking again, the jerk. you roll your eyes and tell him how much he owes before walking away to make the drink. you can hear him sighing and complaining about the workers in this place being too moody.

"who wouldn't be in a mood making drinks for a snob like you," you groan to yourself, but your coworker overhears.

"hey now, Lino isn't a snob. he's just rich," he argues.

you talk to your coworker while still making the drink.

"come on, Han Jisung. rich = snob and vice versa. have you even seen the way he talks to me?" you complain.

Jisung sighs at you, calling you dramatic half jokingly before he walks to the back in search of some more medium-sized cups.

"your drink."

you slide it over to Lino who takes it, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards.

"thanks, angel. enjoy the tip. that one's all for you," he says before leaving, not even listening to you explaining that all tips have to be divided equally between staff.

you sigh, both frustrated with what happened and relieved that the local snob has finally left your café.

"i seriously don't understand your problem with Lino. he's total eye candy and always tips so much..." Jisung tells you while mopping the counter.

"you wouldn't know," you tell him.

Jisung wasn't working at the café when you were a newbie and Lino first started coming in. your small mistakes would always make Lino angry. he'd never yell but was always scoffing, rolling his eyes and snapping. it made you feel super crappy.

that's what you hated. people who thought they could treat customer service workers like dirt; people who thought it was your job to accept that kind of behaviour.

hell no.

even though Lino has started being weirdly flirty and jokes around with you a lot since you've gotten better at your job, you don't give him more than you have to. all you do is quietly take his order and make his drink.

you hate him. he's a rich ceo snob who thinks he can do and get everything he wants. you wish he'd just never come in anymore.

yet on this day, you're thankful to hear him walking in at 8:03am again while a customer yells at you.

"this is outrageous. what is this, a five-star restaurant? why're you walking this man's drink out to him? if you do it for him, you should be doing it for the rest of us," the customer shouts at you.

"no sir, this is a café. i am walking this man's drink to him because he respectfully asked me to do so for him," you calmly reply.

a man explained that he needed assistance bringing his drinks to his table. he was scared he would spill his hot drink on himself, so he had asked you to walk the drink to where he was sitting, instead. of course, you agreed, noticing that he was indeed having trouble with his hands full and his baby that wouldn't leave him alone.

"well, if i kindly ask, would you walk my drink over to me, too?" the customer scoffed.

"if you're just trying to abuse me and the work i do then i suggest you stop now, sir. if you genuinely needed me to walk the drink over to you, i would have done so, but clearly you're just saying this for the sake of arguing," you say before walking towards the customer who had first made this request to you.

"i'm so sorry you have to hear this," you tell him.

Lino, who had been quietly standing and assessing the situation this whole time, finally speaks up after the customer tries to harass you again.

"hey, what're you tryna say.. y/n?" the customer shoves you backwards, spitting out your name from likely reading your name tag.

"i'm abusing you? what're you gonna do, report me? i have the right to complain about this shitty café."

you sigh as he shoves you again, until Lino approaches you.

"you also have the right to leave before i fucking make you," Lino almost snarls.

you look up at him, his face seems calm but you can tell there's anger brewing deep within.

"excuse me?" the customer asks, pushing past so you he can be face to face with Lino.

"leave this store. you've made a mess so just leave before you fuck it up even more," Lino responds, gesturing to all the people in the café who wear fearful expressions.

the customer suddenly tries to punch Lino, who easily dodges and tightly holds the man's shoulders, guiding him out.

"that's enough from you," Lino says.

suddenly, two police officers storm in.

"we got a report about a violent customer," one of them says.

"i sent the report!" Jisung squeaks from behind the counter, "it's that man!"

the officers look at the man Lino is holding onto.

"what happened here?" the officer asks Lino.

"this man was harassing y/n and a customer," Lino explains.

"alright, we'll deal with it," they say.

as soon as Lino steps away from the conversation, he turns towards you.

"are you okay?" he asks.

for the first time, there's a distinct emotion on his face, and it's one of worry.

"i'm okay..." you say.

but you're shaking and your eyes are brimming with tears. that was a shocking experience and you're only processing your emotions now.

"let's go," Lino says, taking your hand and guiding you to the break room.

Jisung tells you he'll talk to the cops on your behalf.

inside the breakroom, you suddenly start to cry. Lino stays with you for a few seconds before he caves and wraps you in a hug that feels surprisingly warm, considering how cold he is.

"hey... you're okay. you're safe here, just breathe," he mumbles close to your ear.

you get goosebumps all over you but also somehow strangely relax into his arms. you can smell his perfume, feel his body shake with his every heartbeat and you can hear him taking quick breaths.

"are you okay?" you ask him, "i'm sorry the café was so unusual today.

he scoffs.

"you don't need to apologize for that, y/n, are you kidding? i'm glad i was here to step in when necessary," he says.

he pulls away, still holding your shoulders while scanning your face, trying to see how you feel. for the first time, your heart races around him as you take in his handsome features and the fact that he's holding you right now. if he wasn't, you may have passed out.

"do you think you can continue working? i'll tell Jisung to cover for you. no, he can't on his own, can he... should i just not go to work and cover you here instead? i'm a pretty good cook..." he rambles to himself, eyebrows furrowed and resembling a little bunny.

"hey, really, it's okay. i can go back to work. i've had worse than this," you reassure him.

it takes a while, but Lino is eventually convinced that he can leave you to work, but he still has you save his number to your phone in case you need help.

"oh dude, he's definitely flirting. that was all just an act so he could get your number," Jisung says once you're back to taking orders and telling him everything that happened.

"and so what if it was?" you ask.

"oh? have you finally taken a liking to Lino?"

you consider it and decide that maybe you have. the next day he comes in is when you know it for sure, though.

at 8:03am, Lino walks in again. this time, you notice the way he holds the door open for a mother and her children, even picking up a dropped toy for them. you notice the little smile on his face and how cute his teeth look. you watch him squint at the menu from afar, even though you know he'll still get a strawberry latte.

"morning, y/n. feeling better?" he asks.

when you nod and smile, he feels relieved.

"your drink's on me today," you say, stepping aside to make it for him.

"oh? what's the occasion?" he asks.

"just..." you trail off.

"they like you, you idiot," Jisung yells from where he's working on another order.

you glare at Jisung and look back at Lino, who's trying to hide his smile.

"if i like you too then do i accept the free drink?" he asks.

[hyriri0]

Firework

im back againn!! i finally have the motivation to write after like a week of burnout!!!

again im hyrii, im a beginner writer and this is my debut piece. a corazon x F!reader au!! english is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes and typos 💖🤍

i decided to add some changes on here so it looks better somehow :)) (it actually took so long but it was worth it!)

word count: 4.3k / 4,302

donquixote rosinante x F!reader with Child!trafalgar law

short donquixote doflamingo appearance

{part 1}...{part 2}...{next part}

chapter 3/?

you woke up the next day feeling refreshed, you smiled while you recalled the events that happened yesterday. you packed your bags as you were leaving today, you sighed as you put your clothes in your bag "i wont be this stress free anymore and im going back to that shithole of a school." you groaned while thinking of the school but you were kind of excited because this week, the school will participate in the yearly fireworks festival. you squealed in excitement as you can finally attend that festival. you couldn't attend the last festival because you were out of town to accompany your dad for his business meetings, he has the tendency to get lost or buy stuff impulsively so had to go with him every time.

after you packed your bags, you went downstairs to grab a piece of bread. your dad was still sleeping so you took a sticky note and wrote that you were leaving. with a piece of bread in your mouth you put the sticky note on the counter and left. you went to your car and put your things on the back. it was 7 in the morning and by the time you arrive it will be 9 already. you were tired but once you get back to your house you'll get another 3 hours of sleep until you clock in at the restaurant you work at, the all blue, then go to your classes and after that is the festival at 7pm. "dang my schedule is packed for today." you said while sighing. you started driving back to the city while listening to your favorite songs.

after a few hours you finally arrived and did some chores, slept and got ready for work and school.

~{fast forward a few hours later}~

"finally done with my classes, whew that class is hell." you groaned while looking at the ground. you looked up only to see a familiar figure walking just a few steps away from you. "rosinante?" youre confused "why is he here?" you thought. you walked faster trying to squeeze through the surge of students coming out of their classrooms.

you chased the figure walking but since the man is much taller that you are it's natural for him to be faster. when he turned to a corner you lost him. "damn it i lost him." you practically ran around the whole building if not the whole campus itself, you felt like you were going to give up but two girls were talking about something while passing by you "hey what kind of yukata are you going to wear to the festival?" the other girl said while giggling. "thats right the festival!" you looked at your phone to check the time. "5pm!?!?" you almost screamed at the top of your lungs if you didn't cover your mouth on time. it was hard trying to put on the yukata by yourself and it took a minimum of half an hour to fully get it on.

you rushed to your car to go back to your apartment, thank god your complex was nearby. you quickly got on the elevator impatiently waiting for it to got up to your floor. as it arrived you dashed to your apartment. "omg im so pumped. i need to change into my beautiful yukata!" you said while dropping your things onto the couch to go to your room. you went in your room and reached in the closet to grab your yukata.

it was soft pink fabric, adorned with delicate cherry blossom patterns, contrasts beautifully with the rich crimson obi tied in a perfect bow at your back. your hair, adorned with a simple kanzashi that belonged to your late mother, is pulled into a neat bun, you reached for your geta, wooden sandals with a raised base, often worn with yukata. They have a thong (similar to flip-flops) that fits between the big toe and the second toe. with your tabi socks you put your outfit together. by the time you were done it was already 6pm

the festival was being held nearby so you didn't have to use the car. "was that really him? rosinante? why was he at my school? does he go there?" you had so many questions but you decided to set them aside for now.

you really wanted to invite rosinante to this event but you completely forgot to ask him. you arrived at the entrance of the event and saw so many people taking photos, eating and trying the food stands and enjoying the festival but you cant help but feel lonely because you could've enjoyed this event with rosinante but you forgot to mention it to him. at the corner of your eye there was that figure again. you wanted to chase him again but you were out of energy and definitely needed to replenish it by eating and enjoying the festival. the main event hasn't even started yet but you were so giddy just thinking about it, it was your first time seeing fireworks after such a long time.

"oh ojii-san can i have this?" you asked the old man selling the tasty looking dango "oh such a beautiful young woman" the old man said while smiling at you sweetly. you payed and ate the dango while pondering who was that man that looks so similar to rosinante, you weren't even looking when you were walking when you accidentally hit a persons back. you immediately looked up to see who was the person. "omg im sorry i didn't mean to bump into you!" you said while saying sorry profusely.

it was donquixote doflamingo, rosinante's older brother. you still haven't forgotten how menacing his gaze was, it was piercing your soul even with those pinkish red sunglasses of his covering his eyes. "oh uhm hello doflamingo, wheres rosi- i mean corazon?" you said nervously, the man didn't let anyone speak his younger brothers name unless it was him. to be honest you were scared of him but you didn't let that show on your face. "i dont know" he said sarcastically all the while grinning at you coldly. "oh uhm okay thanks then...i'll be on my way." you gave him a quick bow to signal that youre leaving.

that guy really scared the shit out of you, he just has his aura to him that you didn't like but you set that aside and sat on a bench to eat your remaining food. "who was that guy honestly? i dont know a single thing about him." you said while sighing but a sound of someones voice knocked you out of your dazed state, a familiar voice. you quickly turned around just to see no one there. "damn it, i miss him so much to the point im hearing shit thats not there." you sighed. you really needed to clear your mind and this event is what you've been waiting for all year.

the firework show was near but you couldn't stop thinking about him. you whipped out your phone from your tote bag to finally text him but the moment you were about to type your message, a text from him appeared.

~[ hey y/n! do you wanna watch the fireworks with me later? its okay if you don't tho, no worries :) ]~

you blushed and almost fell off the bench when you saw that message. you were so flustered that you cant breath. "am i being dramatic? dang im shaking, but im so happy! i can finally spend this event with him!" you squealed in excitement, that was the only thing keeping you from enjoying the night.

~[ yeah sure! i would love to! btw where are you? ]~

~[ oh im near the entrance! i just got here a while ago. should i go to you? ]~

~[ no its fine! stay there, i'll go there right now! wait for me okay? ]~

~[ okay see you y/n! i'll be waiting here! ]~

you got up and threw the bento box that the dango came with and started to walk to the entrance of the event. you being all smiley while thinking of him in front of the entrance waving to you with his signature smile only to see a small child there all alone, without thinking you asked the little boy about rosinante, not even considering that this kid might not be with him at all and hes just one random kid thats waiting for someone.

"hey little guy, have you seen a tall man here? he has blonde hair? his name is corazon or rosinante! are you with him somehow?" you asked the little kid before you. maybe that was too many questions for the poor kid to answer.

the little kid momentarily showed a flicker of surprise, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly regains his composure. he tensed up, his posture becoming more rigid as he instinctively guards his emotions, hands subtly tightened around his yukata’s obi. "im not sure where he is right now" he said while avoiding his gaze

"law!! im back" you heard a familiar voice followed by a thud, you quickly turned around to see rosinante on the ground. "cora-san!" the kid pushed you aside to aid to rosinante, you followed them. the kid knelt beside rosinante, checking for injuries "are you alright cora-san?" you went to to them to see how rosinante is after that one hell of a fall. "so the kids name is law, huh?" you thought "rosi are you all right?" you helped rosinante up for the 3rd time after you've met.

Rosinante stands tall in a deep burgundy yukata that drapes elegantly over his frame. The lightweight fabric features subtle wave patterns, and the long sleeves hang gracefully at his sides. The yukata falls to his ankles, creating a clean silhouette.

A dark brown obi is tied neatly around his waist, secured with a simple obijime. The matching obiage adds a touch of elegance. Rosinante's calm and composed demeanor, paired with the traditional attire, exudes refined sophistication and gentle strength.

"im fine y/n-chan!" he said while giving you his signature smile and he rubbed the back of his neck. you blushed at the term of endearment he used. it means that he's comfortable and close with you.

the little kid looked at you both, eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, and his eyes narrowed with curiosity. He crossed his arms clearly indicating his interest in the situation and his need for more information. "law, was it? is that your name?" you said while flashing him a gentle smile. his eyes widened as he took a step back, seemingly cautious about how you knew his name, "how do you know my name?" he said still wary of your presence.

"rosinante shouted your name when he was coming back you know. i figured that it was your name! is it not?" "no youre correct.." the little boy said, not looking at you and turning to go to rosinante, hiding behind him. rosinante showed a gentle smile on his face, his eyes showing warmth and understanding. rosinante subtly shifted his stance to provide more cover for the young boy, ensuring that he feels safe. "oh thats right! i haven't introduced you to each other! law this is y/n-chan, y/n-chan this is law as you already know!" he said with a smile.

Rosinante gently placed a hand on Law’s back, giving him a reassuring nudge to step out from behind him. His touch would be soft, designed to make Law feel supported and secure. "It’s okay, Law. Come on out and say hello." he said as law hesitantly peeked out from behind him. he gave law a warm, encouraging smile, ensuring that his gestures are inviting rather than forceful. His demeanor was calm and patient, helping Law feel more at ease.

he had a cautious yet respectful expression, with his eyes focused on you, he offered a small shy smile. "h-hello...im law nice to meet you, y/n" he said as he introduced himself even though you already knew his name, while looking at you then at rosinante. his tone soft and somewhat hesitant, conveying both his shyness and his respect for the introduction. "well hello law! nice to meet you too! hope we can get along!" you said beaming him a smile. law's cheek flushed a light pink thats definitely not from your smile that is. the boy glanced away, he fidgets with his hands a bit, showing his nervousness. you noticed this "c'mon law, dont be so nervous around me! think of me like your big sister if you want!" you said enthusiastically.

law was quite taken aback at your comment, his eyes widened and he looked at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity until a small, shy smile appeared in his face. "r-really? i've never had a big sister before!" his tone soft yet tentative. "she'd be a great big sister law!" rosinante said with a gentle smile and placed his hand on law's shoulder. you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and you grabbed it, it wasn't an important message but when you saw the time you audibly gasped. the two boys looked at you, concerned.

"what is it y/n-san?" law asked you with a concerned voice, worried at what made you suddenly gasp. "the time! look at the time!!" you showed the your phone showing the time, it was already 6:30pm, the firework show is starting at 7. "it's already 6:30! we only have 30 minutes more to go up to that hill and pick a spot to sit and watch the show!" you said furrowing your eyebrows. "well we better get going! lets go!" rosinante said as he grabbed you and law by the wrist in a gentle manner to pull you to start walking up the hill.

while walking up the stairs to the top of the hill, you and rosinante exchanged warm, subtle glances and smiled at each other from time to time. you looked at the hand thats clasped around your wrist, you wanted to swiftly turn your hand to hold his. this was a bold idea but you still proceeded with it. you swiftly turned your hand to meet his and intertwined it together in one single move. he looked at you with wide eyes followed by a gentle gaze and warm smile. he was surprised at the unexpected gesture that you just did. you just gave him a small smile and he gently squeezed your hand to show that he appreciated it.

"if you want to hold hands, you can just say it you know. thats fine with me!" he said softly "rosinante! what about law? hes right there you know!" you whispered to him while he just laughed. this caught the attention of the kid. you looked over to the kid who had a look of mild surprise and confusion mixed together on his face, his brows slightly furrowed as he tried to process the interaction between you and rosinante with a little pout on his face. you looked away while you giggled at law's cuteness.

law shifted his gaze from you to rosinante and vice versa, appearing a little uncertain. law crossed his hands together then fidgeted with his clothing while he contemplated the interaction a bit more. law then decided to speak up, "is everything alright...between you two?" the kid asked while he tilted his head to the side indicating his curiosity. rosinante gave law a gentle, reassuring smile. he appeared slightly amused by Law’s curiosity but he maintained a calm demeanor.

he gave a soft pat on Law’s shoulder, indicating that everything is fine. "yes, law. were just having a great time and were just enjoying each other's company!" rosinante said with a reassuring smile, his tone was warm and friendly, aimed at putting Law at ease and reassuring him that there is nothing to worry about ."we’re just having a good time, Law. You don’t need to worry!" you said while giving law a warm smile. law nodded slowly, still looking a bit puzzled but accepting the explanation.

when you finally found a spot to set up camp to see the fireworks better, you took out your picnic mat as well as some food you bought on the way. law and rosinante helped you in placing the mat and food down. "we only have ten more minutes until the firework show starts i cant wait!! are you excited too law?" you tried your best to get close to law and it was working "yes! im very excited its my first time seeing a firework show!" he said with a shy smile.

you and law bonded together while eating and waiting for the show to start. rosinante had a warm, approving smile, showing that he is pleased to see the interaction between you and Law. he moved away giving you and law room to talk more casually while still being near enough to offer support if needed. as you and law talk casually, he observes you two with a content smile while law is smiling and laughing at a joke you made while you responded and smiled more and more.

"its nice seeing them bonding like that, law is smiling and finally opening up. they're getting along well!" rosinante said to himself while smiling. you noticed that rosinante wasnt with you and law so you looked back to see that he was smoking a little far back. the view was a sight to behold, the dark sky with moonlight shining into rosinante as he smoked, his blonde curls flowing through the air while his clothes swayed with it. the lit up streets and the river that glistened as it was hit by the moon's light, he was beautiful.

you and law were left in awe at rosinante's beauty under the moonlit skies. you both stared at him like kittens waiting for their owner's arrival. rosinante looked over to you and law's direction before throwing his cigarette to a nearby garbage bin. "what are you guys staring at, huh?" he asked while he walked back but being the klutz he is he fell midway when walking back.

you and law both rushed to his aid, "cora-san!" "rosinante!" you and law said two different names for one person and bursted out laughing while you both helped rosinante up. "hey the show is almost starting lets go back!" you said still giggling.

the firework show started, a whistle was heard first then the sky lights up with a kaleidoscope of colors, from vibrant reds and blues to brilliant greens and purples. the fireworks exploded into intricate patterns, including stars, flowers, and cascading trails.

as the second firework lights up the sky, it bursted into a spectacular array of colors—reds, blues, and golds. the fireworks created intricate patterns, such as flowers and starbursts, filling the sky with their brilliant hues. the occasional whistling and popping sounds added to the visual excitement.

the show unfolded in a sequence of bursts, with brief pauses in between. each set of fireworks builded in intensity and complexity, creating a rhythmic and captivating spectacle. some fireworks created a deep, resonant boom that echo through the night sky, adding to the dramatic effect.

rosinante looked up with a smile of pure delight, his eyes reflecting the colorful bursts. He glanced at law and the girl, noticing their reactions and sharing the joy of the moment. law’s initial reaction might be one of quiet fascination. his eyes are wide as he takes in the display, with a rare, appreciative smile playing on his lips. he simply enjoyed the shared experience in silence, feeling a sense of camaraderie and enjoyment with rosinante and you.

youre captivated by the show, your face lit up with excitement and wonder. you looked at rosinante and law with a happy, bright smile, enjoying the shared experience. the mood is joyful and relaxed, with laughter and soft conversation blending with the sounds of the fireworks. The shared enjoyment of the spectacle creates a warm, bonding moment among them.

rosinante's body language is relaxed, and he gently nudged law and you to point out a firework. you and law both looked at him with curiosity, he pointed out a particularly stunning burst of blue and gold fireworks to your north "look at that one!! its incredible!!" he said with the biggest smile. "yeah, it's amazing!" law said, nodding approvingly. "this is so beautiful! im really glad i get to spend this time with you two!" you said lowly but loud enough for the to hear it.

as the final firework fades and the night returns to calm, the three of you begin to pack up and prepare to leave. it was late and youre sure that law is sleepy. you looked at law to see that the kid was almost asleep with his eyes droopy and almost closed. "hey law? its not time to sleep yet" you said in a soft voice while you chuckled. law yawned and you gestured him to sit under the tree near him and rest while you and rosinante pack up the remaining things.

while law was resting, you went to rosinante and hugged him. "thank you for inviting me to watch this show. i was lonely you know." you buried your face into the fabric of his clothes. "anytime y/n-chan, i'll be here when you feel lonely! just give me a call okay?" he looked down at you with a warm smile and hugged you back that gesture still made you blush. "can i kiss you?" you said without hesitation while looking up to him, he blushed a deep red when he heard that. i mean, this isnt the first time you two kissed but it still made him and you feel giddy.

"sure.." he said while he covered his face with his hands to hide his blushing face not knowing his ears are also a shade of deep red. you giggled at this, you tugged at his sleeve to signal him to lean down to your height. he leaned down and you grabbed his face and kissed him under the pale moonlight, his hands on you waist. it was truly a romantic moment "i love you so much. you know that right?" you said while you rested you foreheads together. "yes..i love you too, y/n-chan" the term of endearment never failed to make you blush.

"ugh, get a room, you two." a sarcastic voice came from the direction of the tree that law was resting in, you and rosinante looked over to see law with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed in mock disgust and nose scrunched up. his tone was dry and teasing which made you blush in embarrassment. "i didn't know you woke up, sorry law! how much did you see?" you said while laughing, his face is just so cute to you.

"enough to need an eye wash. Seriously, a little warning next time? Some of us aren’t ready for this level of mushy stuff." he said with a smirk, his arms still crossed "sorry law, we didn't expect you to wake up early." rosinante said, walking over to him while you followed behind him. "a little warning next time? Some of us aren’t ready for this level of romance." law said smiling softly and rolling his eyes. "relax, it’s just a kiss. You’ll understand when you’re older." rosinante said while ruffling the boys hair.

"pfft, spare me the 'when you’re older' talk. I’m plenty mature already. I just have better things to do than watch you two act like characters in a romance novel." law chuckled, swatting rosinante's hand away. "oh, really? And what important things do you have to do, mister mature? plot world domination or just avoid catching cooties?" you and law just laughed out loud while rosinante looked at you both lovingly.

"well its late already, you two should go home. my house is just right around the corner but your house is quite far away from here, right rosinante?" you asked him. "yeah it took about 30 minutes to get here while walking! driving here would take longer." rosinante sighed as you three went back down the hill, seeing the vendors wrapping up their stalls because it's already late. you felt a wet sensation on the top of your head followed by a pour of rain.

"shit! im getting soaked!" you yelped out. rosinante grabed your hand and carried law to a nearby building to shield yourselves from the increasing downpour of the rain. "how are we going to go home now?" law asked while looking quite down. "i have an umbrella! here law, do you want to take it?" law looked quite shocked that you offered your umbrella, he looked at you with wide eyes "no no it okay, you can take it." he turned you down politely "how about you both take it is small but it can fit you both." you and law looked at rosinante, confused. "how about you cora-san?" "yeah what about you?" you and law tilted you heads at the same time.

rosinante almost fell back from the cuteness overload that he got from the both you you, cupping his face with the palm of his hand "im fine i can shield myself with my hands!" he said. "oh here you can shield yourself with this!" you said while you pulled out the portable picnic blanket and gave it to him. "my house is near here so if we run, we can get there!" you said beaming rosinante a smile, while you held hands. you and law shared the umbrella as you ran with rosinante towards the apartment where you live.

WOAH IM FINALLY DONE W CHAP 3!!! anyway my hiatus is done and i will be actually starting chapter 4 the moment this posts!

thank you for reading this! im very happy to actually post an au even if i have no readers (i do this for myself 😚) and since is almost starting i think i will post shorter chapters 😓

[lupaeusarc]

𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘝𝘐𝘉𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘋𝘒

i saw some people doing these end of year posts and i'm in a sappy mood so happy holidays and here's some people i adore !!

@stanfordprepped JARED my bestie my love the light of my life you're genuinely one of my best friends and an absolute day one ride or die i can't even describe how much samemma and cassdell mean to me and our other ships are top tier as well i'm so glad i met you and i'll get to updating cassie's aesthetic and bringing some cassdell to the dash right after this 🤍

@carp3diems ceejay . bestie . partner in crime . sounding board for every chaotic thought that goes through my mind . i adore you and our plots and threads and the way i can just hop into your dms like " hey can i traumatize our muses rq " and you're always down lmao you're so talented and i'm just very thankful for you and for colbemma and for all of our chaos

@multi-royalty maddieeeeeee i love you so much my big little sissy 🥹 the only person i'll write em in the tvdu for and the reason i'm still writing at all i owe so much to you and i appreciate that even if we don't talk constantly you know i think you're the bees knees and you make the rpc a better place you absolute ball of sunshine

@stilesstylelinski trick you fuckin goblin i don't know what i would do without our bullshit or your unconditional emotional support you and i have both had a pretty shit year and i'm just really glad we could lift each other up even a little bit throughout all of it . stemma owns my soul and i'm still just in awe of your portrayal okay you basically pull the boy off the screen

@boundforhale MOM mom i love you mom i'm so grateful for you and for the gremlin chat and for all the support and love you give . you're so talented and kind and you need to be NICER to yourself for taking your time with replies i would be happy with a reply a year okay plus derek is a stubborn asshole it wouldn't make sense if he woke up all the time lol when he does he comes out swinging though you knock it out of the park every time

@ruinedmyself twin 🤍 i think you're so neat okay the way your brain works is so fascinating and the love you put into your muses is like palpable you're so cool and so talented and brooklyn and sam are so fucking funny i can't watch the basement yard anymore without thinking of them . i'll make more edits of them soon the accuracy is just so unreal lol

@inkedmuses VVVVVV listen i have such brainrot for john b and emma right now they make me so happy all of our ships are so cute and interesting and i love them so much you have some of the coolest plot ideas ever it's so chaotic and so fun to just yell ideas at each other and bring them to life

@guiltye LILLY i mean i just could yell forever and i will i WILL yell forever i can't even believe how intricate and deep and unique all of our plots are i'm constantly in awe of your mind every time i get a meme or reply from you i'm starstruck i love you and i love yelling about noah with you and i just think you're so fucking cool and so creative and talented and interesting and strong as all hell and you just never fail to make me smile *mandolin playing* you got all my love 🤍

@n0prom1ses lumiiii listen i love these idiot sisters so much already and i think all of our ships and dynamics are so neat 🥹 i'm sad we lost so much time especially knowing why but i'm so glad nature is healing and that sonny is once again dragging asher by the balls bc frankly it's what he goddamn deserves

i could literally go on for hours but i do want to get some things done lmao so here's some more people that my note to is this : i adore y'all and i hope you have the best holidays / new year and that 2024 brings you everything you hope for 🤍

@svnflowehrs , @escapedfromthevoiid , @hellgiven , @qapsiel , @westwingsolo , @r4chelamber , @ofcrxwns , @ofblackskies , @neverrcry , @gunchamber , @controlledvolatility , @sarcasticsnackpack , @localsalt , @fuckmeupindie , @hstoryhuh , @mecwmellc , @surgcns , @unitcd , @unbearablyindifferent

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

[1waywardbirdlane]

Unsolicited Lore Dump

tagged by @ancuninfiles , a beloved mutual

Do you make your bed? Occasionally when i’m tidying up and want everything to look nice & neat, but it’s not something I do habitually. 

Favourite number? 19. Not sure why

What's your job? I tell people I’m a homemaker. 

If you could go back to school would you? If I could go to a trade school, like for carpentry or welding or something, I would in order to build my skills and my art portfolio into larger scale and more intricate projects. I would maybe go to university. I would definitely love to learn more. I love being able to deep dive into a subject, to really learn the nuance & history of it. There’s definitely lots of subjects I’d be interested in, but if I were to actually devote that kind of time to school, I’d also want to have a goal in mind- a Masters or PHD or whatever.

Can you parallel park? Yep

Do you think aliens are real? I think it’s the height of arrogance to assume that there are no other sapient life forms in our whole universe. As much knowledge as we humans have accumulated, there are most definitely still things we cannot even perceive, let alone understand. Most media depicts “alien life forms” as largely humanoid, but that is so limiting and it drives me crazy. Of the films & TV I’ve seen, the film Arrival is the most unique and exciting depiction of alien encounters on earth. The creatures themselves were more imaginative, but also their concepts of language and time were presented in ways that felt fresh and caused a lot of introspection, both for characters on screen and for me personally.

Can you drive a manual car? No

What's your guilty pleasure? This is probably a terrible thing to say here, but fanfic? I still feel like I’m going to be teased if someone asks why I’m crying over my phone and I tell them the new chapter of my favorite fic came out and my ship had a huge fight. (Looking at you @Aevallare jk ilysm) Or if someone asks what I’m reading these days and the only answer I have is “so many Astarion/bg3 fanfics that I literally can’t keep the Tavs straight anymore.” I know I shouldn't feel embarrassed, and if anyone said all these things to me I’d tell them to be proud and just enjoy what they enjoy, fuck everybody else. But…I’ve realized I actually got teased a LOT about things I loved as a kid. My family would pick on me about what I realize now were hyperfixations, like a movie or certain activities that I seemed obsessed with. When I watched fellowship of the ring everyday one summer my brother would mockingly quote lines at me and tell me I needed to get over it. 

Tattoos? I have 2! A henna/paisley -like flower design on the inside of my left forearm and 3 sparrows flying from my right shoulder blade up to my neck. & plans for MANY more

Favorite color? Green. All of its shades and hues. Purple as a close second, especially lilac purple.

Favourite types of music? I think I have a very eclectic taste. I can appreciate most kinds of music, but… folk, indie rock/pop, grunge are probably the most accurate categories? I like female singer/songwriters- Ingrid Michaelson & Maggie Rogers. We’ve seen the Decemberists like 5 or 6 times, but probably my most favoritest band is Incubus. I’m convinced Hozier is some kind of magic Fae creature who fucks off to another realm or dimension between albums. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take a shot at Eddie Vedder. Bowie always puts me in a good mood and reminds me of college and Wes Anderson movies. Radiohead and the White Stripes were some of the first bands my sister introduced me to. The Flaming Lips’ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots and Lauryn Hill’s Miseducation of Lauryn Hill are still some of my favorite albums of all time. 

Do you like puzzles? Yes! It kind of runs in our family on my mom’s side. If you went to visit Grandma and Grandpa and they were having a quiet night, they'd be doing a puzzle and listening to music or watching a movie. My aunts and uncles do it, and so do a few cousins, and my sister & her family love them too. I can get lost for hours with a good podcast and a puzzle. 

Any phobias? I originally went on an ADHD tangent about bear bells and tip toeing to cliff edges, but then I realized the only phobia I probably have is deep water. I LOVE being in the water, water creatures and ecosystems, but if I think too much about what is possibly swimming around just below me I can get a little freaked out. Truthfully this might stem from a “game” my brother and sister played with me when we were little and our house had a pool. They were 11 and 10. Both of them had taken swim lessons, could swim underwater and jump in without holding their noses. I was 3 and had a bathing suit with a built in innertube. They would take turns diving under the water with their hands on their heads imitating fins and grab my ankles and yank me down. Obviously it scared me and they did it so much that I stopped going in the pool with them.

Favourite childhood sport? Soccer

Do you talk to yourself? Oh yeah. Sometimes I pass it off as if I’m talking to my cat, or one of my plants, but yes very much a lot.

What movies do you adore? The Lord of the Rings Trilogy is #1 for of all time. Nacho Libre is another all time favorite. What We Do in the Shadows, the John Wick movies, Fast & Furious movies, Mad Max Fury Road…

Coffee or tea? I love both but if I have to choose then COFFEEFirst thing you wanted to be growing up? Somewhere in my parents’ house there is an old video of me saying that when I grew up I wanted to be a princess or a mermaid.

Gunna tag all 10 of my followers lol. If you've already shared yours just ignore me lol.

@astarionancuntnin @midnight-musings-of-nyx @adoenamedjane @originalin @giganticrodent @shewhowas39 @halsinwhore @swancensus

I really love doing these!!

[kainereee]

I'm not as big into twst anymore unfortunately but I will always have a soft spot for leovil and talking ab it w my close friend <3 sparked some points of elaboration I wish I could have explored w them more

I think they're a well-suited pair. In the one sense, they contrast just right in a way that can push and drive each other forward. The obvious is the way that Vil is someone whose way of showing love essentially is making you the best kind of person you can be. I can't pick any moments off the top of my head but Vil is someone who can drive Leona to look in different directions where the path he originally sought was closed off. Vil is someone undeterred by failure on the whole — it is not a road block but a stepping stone for him. And I think being around energy like that can really help someone like Leona.

I say drive each other specifically because I think Leona would be good for Vil in two senses. First, I think he could get Vil to chill tf out LMFAO. As admirable as Vil's drive and ambition is, like anything in life, in excess it can get self-destructive. While Leona isn't a self-help advocate per say and his nonchalance is formed from a place of lethargy, I still think having someone to pull you back when you're pushing yourself too far is nice. In the second sense, I think that Leona would be good for Vil because he doesn't give him pretty words. Vil is incredible, Vil is one of the best if not the best — but sometimes when you reach the top it can be hard to find ways to continue to improve. You face a plateau of sorts which can be frustrating. And if everyone is telling you you're beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, talented wonderful all the time ( which he is ) then that can only add to it. Of course there's Rook who keeps a critical eye, but to have someone to butt heads with and challenge you is also something I feel like Vil would find important.

With all these positives though I think there should be something said about the ways it could all go wrong ofc, and I quite enjoy the concept of leovil being together in the 1st year and having a messy divorce where they now share custody of Epel /lhj

I think there's something to be said about being in a relationship with people with depression. And I don't mean this in the sense people with mental health issues can't be in relationships because that would be ridiculous to say, but if they can be debilitating to a person of course they're going to affect parts of the relationship. Like I said earlier, I think Vil's love language is helping you to become the best person you can be. I think when they were together this would be something Vil would do for Leona in his own way — not in the sense of coddling him, because Vil is a tough love kinda gal. But it's difficult to help someone who does not let you help them/has difficulty with you helping them. Not only that but in the general sense it can be heartbreaking to see someone you love and care for slowly debilitate over time and it seems like there's nothing you can do for them.

On the flip side of this, I think Vil's pushing would be a point of contention for Leona. This isn't to say that Vil isn't understanding and wouldn't try to understand at times, but Vil is very much a tough love person. Vil gives me the impression that where you have a problem with your life the first step to achieving happiness is fixing it. Dwelling on failure and the past will do you no good and while this is true I think sometimes Leona doesn't want a solution. I think sometimes you just want someone to hear you, to listen to you. And sometimes even when the solution is so clear depression makes it so you just can't. You can't do it. It's not a matter of you being weaker or less capable but it is still a mental illness and it can be devastating.

Anyways I just think leovil are super neat and I think that leona is vil's babygirl who wants arms to curl up into in the dark of night as to not be alone with his thoughts <33 he'd also make a great housewife imo but that's not relevant

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Report Card Reaction

Eddie Munson × gn!reader

Summary: When the sight of your report card causes you to spiral, a certain someone finds you and takes it upon himself to try and help.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: No use of (y/n), crying, stress, kind of a panic attack, mentions of physical abuse at home, mentions of overdrinking, pet names (sweets, baby, etc), language, hurt/comfort because it's all I think about, small bit of pining from Eds

A/N: You thought you could get rid of me that easily huh

It was the last miserable class of the day. At the end of it, you'd finally be free to go home. You were itching to close up in your room with a Coke and listen to that brand new music album you'd been waiting to come out for so long. Your mind was one tracked, that was until it was announced 10 minutes before the bell that your semester report cards would be passed out.

When you received yours, you were apprehensive to open the white envelope. Biting your thumb nail as you stared at it, the bell eventually rang and pulled you out of the classroom. Walking down the emptying hall, you finally sighed and decided to rip it open. You'd have to at some point, so might as well.

Everything looked fine as you stepped outside, As and Bs in a neat pattern… That is, until your eyes fell on your biology and physics grades. The letters stared back at you boldly, as if to point and laugh at you.

BIO: C+

PHYS: D

No. Hello no. Something had to have been calculated wrong, you tried so hard this semester. Your absolute best, in fact, and somehow it still hadn't been enough…

You could feel the anxiety bubbling up from your gut into your chest. Your hand squeezed into a fist when you realized your parents would be seeing the report too. Your father would be seeing it. If not from you, then from the copy that would come in the mail. Last time you had a grade this bad, your father had absolutely lost his shit in a drunken stupor. And this time, you had two grades gone bad, not just one.

Tears began to uncontrollably well up as your heart rate quickened painfully. Hastily, you scurried away from the other students and to a small alley between the high and middle school buildings. Your back slammed against the brick, as if you were trying to knock a sense of calm back into you before you lost it, but it didn't help. Tears spilled over and ran down your face without your consent, your breathing now going in and out in short bursts. You began to feel dizzy and let yourself slide down into a squat against the wall, hands covering your mouth in shame.

Some of the books you had held tumbled out of your lap and onto the sidewalk. You didn't try to catch them. Going home didn't feel like an option anymore. Not even for that new album. All you could imagine was how loud your father would yell, how many times he might push you into the wall or hit you in the head asking in a mock if you really are stupid. How hard he might squeeze your arm, or how much he might have drank that day if anything. There was no telling what could happen once you crossed the threshold and closed the door to that house tonight, and that scared the ever living shit out of you.

The circulating thoughts pushed more and more sobs out of you, the damn report card clutched tightly in hand at your side. You didn't know how long you stayed in that position, but you didn't care if you ended up spending the night there on the cold concrete.

The nearby exit out of your view eventually opened and you heard a group of boys emerge, laughing. Footsteps began to draw closer.

"Wheeler, get that new sheet to me by Friday or I'm coming for your a-" A tall figure was cut off as he sharply turned the corner and stumbled right over your books on the ground, narrowly missing you. "Ah, shit, sorry, sorry," He muttered as he turned around and began picking up your books, believing he had knocked them from you. It was then you looked up through your tears and recognized who it was: Eddie Munson.

Eddie looked up with an apologetic smile, offering your books when he froze, face now laced with concern. "Woah, what's wrong? You okay, sweets? Did I hurt you?"

Embarrassed, you shook your head and swiped your books from him, averting your gaze. "I'm fine," You managed to croak as you put your things next to you on the ground.

The boy rested a hand on his knee as he kneeled in front of you. "Okay well… don't take this the wrong way but you don't look fine."

You simply shook your head again in response, wiping your nose with your jacket sleeve. You could feel him staring but you still refused to meet his gaze.

He adjusted himself to sit cross-legged in front of you. "What's goin' on? You're not usually like this."

That made you look at him, confusion etched your brow. "Not usually?"

"Oh, well, you know…" He hesitated, beginning to fiddle with a front strand of his hair, eyes darting. "I have a few classes with you. You're not usually so… down… let alone like this."

You remembered him from your classes, but never once did you think he ever took note of you or your mood. The observation felt odd. A good kind of odd, but odd nonetheless.

You sniffled, looking down at your hands. "Good day gone bad," You muttered, fighting a new wave of tears.

He scooched slightly closer. "Hm. What made it bad?"

You looked down at your crumpled report card still in your hand and lazily, you held it out to him to see for himself.

He took it, straightening out the wrinkles before reading. "Hon, I don't see why you're-... oh."

You scoffed bitterly. "Yeah, oh."

His eyes darted back and forth from you to the page. "If it's any consolation, I've had my fair share of bad grades. They're not entirely the end of the world. Plus, it's only the first semester, you have time to bump those babies up, no problem." He attempted a hopeful smile. His eyes scrunched just slightly too cheery.

You shook your head. "Bad grades don't scare me… it's my fucking dad I'm scared of. When he sees those he'll-" You stop, having to stifle a small sob.

His hand shot up and squeezed your shoulder at the sight. "Hey, it's okay. Everything will be okay. What, does he take your door off from the hinges or something," He half jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. Only after he says it does he regret it.

Your face scrunched up and you wove your hands through your hair. "Worse. So, so much worse." You whisper through more tears and chattering teeth. They just won't stop flowing.

Eddie pauses a moment, then moves your books from your side to sit in their place, facing you. "Worse? Baby, how bad-" He stops himself, a thought occurring to him. "Does he like…. Does he... hit you?" He asks in almost a whisper. However, with how close he's leaning in, you hear it clearly.

In response, you cover your face with your hands, somehow managing to cry harder. Helplessly, you just give him a slow nod. You can't bring yourself to confess any further though, you doubt it would even come out coherent.

You hear him sigh as he leans back and stares down at your report card once more, as if he could will the grades to change themselves. He felt a familiar twinge in his chest, one that he felt when he first wanted to recruit Dustin and Mike into Hellfire. One he felt when Chrissy sat across from him with fear in her eyes. Empathy, he supposed it was. Or maybe he just saw himself in the kids, in Chrissy, even in you.

He turned, back to the wall, and drew you into him in an embrace.

Without thinking, you leaned yourself in, hands falling down and face pressed into his shirt.

Softly he drifted his hand over your arm, trying to soothe you down from the panic shaking your frame. He didn't even care that he felt your tears soak his shirt or that the brick was jabbing at his shoulder blade.

Eventually your body began to give out, hitting some sort of limit, and the tears began to slow. Your breath still violently hitched, but the sobs had subsided. Only then did you truly come to realize your position. Your were curled up in the soft clutch of the Freak of Hawkins High… Yet you found you couldn't have felt safer. His warmth, his smell, his voice… it was doing something.

Eddie waited patiently until you had calmed down a little more before he chose to speak again. "Hey, I have an idea…" He lawled his head to the side to look down at you. "You still with me, babe?"

"Mm-hm."

His lips twitched into a small smile. Your voice had been reduced down to the smallest and meekest he's ever heard it. While it broke his heart to see you like this, he couldn't help but think your response was cute. "What if… I came to your house to be there when you show your old man the report card, hm? That way maybe he doesn't react so bad."

Eddie knew he couldn't prevent whatever would happen once he left the house, but he wanted to at least get you home safe for the night and get the ice broken to your parents about your grades. Let the initial worst of it happen while he could be there to back you up. As badly as he wanted to just let you stay the night at his place, he knew it would only make things worse. If anything happened tonight after he left, then he could support you at school tomorrow. In fact, that's what he decided he would do from now until graduation. He knew the fear that could be instilled from a father, and he also knew what it was like to deal with it alone.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up from him and looked at him with confused, puffy eyes. "Bring you to my house?"

"Yeah, you know… uh say… we have some project together. And you need to give me something for it that you forgot to bring to school," He shrugs.

To his dismay, you fully sat up in front of him, wiping at your face with your sleeve. "Look, Eddie… no offense but have you seen you?" You knew Eddie wasn't as scary as he looked, but your parents certainly didn't know that. "They'll think I'm going to join a cult or something."

Eddie waved his hand. "Ah, old fake news anyway. Also, which is worse? Them seeing me or your grades?"

You chuckled and nodded, letting out a sigh. "Maybe you'll distract from the grades."

A smile spread over Eddie's face. "That's the spirit, baby. So it's a plan?"

You nodded again, "Yeah, it's a pl-" You jolt suddenly, glancing out to the parking lot, then to your watch. "Aw shit."

"What?"

"The busses," You groaned. "I freaked out so long I missed my bus."

"Oh, that's no problem," Eddie grunted as he began to stand. "Hitch a ride with me. Meshes well with the super special plan we brewed anyway." He smirked and held his hand out to help you up.

"You have a car?" You ask as you take his hand. He yanks you upright with ease.

He gathers your things from the ground. "Um, well, a van, but yeah. She's a beaut, you gotta see her." He smiled proudly, making you genuinely smile back. The sight makes him beam even brighter. "Come on, wanna get you home before dark." He takes your hand, carrying your books and report card for you, and leads you into the parking lot where a lone rusty van is parked.

This is not at all what you expected from this evening.