#i uh. hope my post uh. makes sense. bye.

[yanderambling]

thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

you can read the original post here!

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

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[chibishortdeath]

Uh ok catching tumblr up on some drawings I’ve posted elsewhere part whatever, I’ve got a lot of Simon’s Quest stuff to go through. This one is mostly a single sketchbook page I think, maybe one is from a different page, but yeah all made around the same time. Also lol idk how to post anything so I just kinda dump things into the same post I guess, hope that’s fine d(^^ ; ) I’m keeping all the serious ones to the same post tho

This one has a really long explanation, but I just can’t think of it on the spot rn. I like it still tho :3

Just some little doodles, some of these have a lot of scribbled ones around them cause I was struggling drawing him again at the time and couldn’t figure out why, turns out I was just drawing his hair the wrong direction lol

Bro’s a little hysterical here, I don’t blame him, I imagine rotting alive would not be very good, hmmm I should rant about that sometime. I have too many ideas for curse’s effects and stuff hehehe >:3c

Speaking of:

These are all attempts at depicting some effects of the curse. They’re cool I guess, but I think I need to work on my depiction of it a little bit more to get it to look more like rot rather than just wounds if that makes sense. It’s really hard to depict with just red gel pen tho, rot is really mostly a lot of colors and rounder patterns idk it’s hard to explain. I guess he’s like “nude” but it’s just Ken doll level detail for anatomy practice and so that the curse is visible.

Idk if I should like tag for something or put a nsfw or content warning on this????? I also don’t know if this is too long and I should cut it shorter or not uhhhh yeah

Idk uh anyway bye that’s it

[cc-coffee-writes]

Okay.. so I know I've not posted in a few days soo. I'm just gonna drop this argument scene from a kinda among us au I'm working on and... imma just run

K bye hope you enjoy!

(This does have character shipping.)

TW vauge talk of death/killing

Word Count: 879

"Hey Etho." Impulse looks past Skizz's shoulder. Skizz turns around and sees Tango and Etho.

Skizz looks at the two, he can feel possessiveness and anger wafting off of them, somewhat overwhelming him.

"Impulse, Skizz." Tango says. His voice is even, but Skizz is willing to bet that it's taking a lot of will for him not to let the anger that he felt show.

"So I was told by Grian and Martyn that you two were asked by them to stick close to Jimmy." Etho says nonchalantly. Skizz leans against the wall and taps on it twice, a signal to Impulse that something's off.

"We did, and we agreed," Impulse crosses his arms and shifts towards Skizz. "Ya know it's pretty scary what happened, and the two are just worried about their brother. I'm a little honored that they trust us enough to even ask. I mean that's kind of a big thing, a big sign of trust don't you think?" Impulse says like normal, though Skizz can see him looking at them with a tactical eye.

"Yeah, but we'll, since I'm Jimmy's Senior officer I'm just a little confused why they asked you… but I guess it is a trust thing." Etho looks Impulse in the eye as he talks.

Skizz glances at Impulse, he keeps eye contact with Etho.

"If you have something to say Etho just say it we're all friends here right?" Impulse says. Skizz looks at Tango and sees his eyes flash a bright red.

'Uh oh.' Skizz thinks. He taps four times, company it signals to Impulse.

Skizz watches as Tango steps forward. "I have something to say, why did they ask you two? Etho is his Senior officer and technically a co-captain. I am someone that Jimmy trusts and a Senior officer. Jimmy is safer with us."

Etho breaks eye contact with Impulse to speak with Tango. Skizz glances up at Impulse, who has his eyebrows raised. It's his way of asking for permission, Skizz nods yes.

"I think what Tango is trying to say is that we believe that Jimmy would be safer with us." Etho looks Impulse I'm the eye again.

Impulse just laughs a little and looks around to double check that the four are alone. He looks at Etho in the eye and walks forward stopping a step away from Etho.

"Why? Because you two aren't planning on killing Jimmy first?" Impulse flashes his golden eyes with a raised eyebrow.

Skizz walks up behind him on the same side as Tango. He puts an arm on Impulse's shoulders and leans against his partner.

Skizz senses the confusion coming from them and laughs. "Oh come on, you didn't think you two were the only duo on board did you? Because we did." He says joking a little.

Impulse glances at Tango whose confusion has overwritten his anger. "I have to say I don't know if it's smart or stupid to kill X first. It was definitely a choice." He looks Etho in the eyes, "but since we aren't planning on killing Jimmy he will be safest with us. I'm sorry if your planned alibi is messed up now." A small growl from Etho makes him pause.

Skizz starts talking not letting the other two get a word in. "But me and Dop here can take care of Jimmy and Bdubs. If you get my drift." Skizz says, stating their claims. He looks Tango in the eyes flashing the bright gold that comes with being mates to Impulse.

"Now listen here you jerks." Tango takes a step forward making Skizz step back to keep the distance between them. "You better keep you stupid blue mits off of them, do you understand my drift?"

Etho flashes his bright red eyes at Impulse. They both know that this could not end well, and both do not want that.

Impulse sighs with annoyance causing it to come out with a low growl. "You two also want to claim them." Impulse states. Etho nods.

After a second Impulse steps back from Etho and turns around to see the stare off between Skizz and Tango.

"Come on Tango Top." Skizz smirks. "We can make an agreement to finish this ship."

Tango growls and turns around to his partner. "I am not sharing my mates, Etho." He says as Skizz laughs at Tango pouting like a child.

"Tango we will just let it be Jimmy's and Bdubs decision once we finish this ship." Etho says trying to be smart about it all.

"Yeah and they'll go with the superior choice of me and Dipple Dop." Skizz says laughing a little.

Impulse looks at Skizz, "Don't." He says to Skizz unamused as Tango looks at Skizz growling.

Etho sighs and walks up behind Tango and rests his chin on Tango leaning down a little. "Tango calm down. We can deal with this later, spitfire." Etho wraps his arms around Tango in a grounding gesture.

Skizz raises his chin in a challenge. No one moves, the tension rising until they hear steps coming their way.

Skizz moves over to Impulse. Tango snaps out of it as Etho taps his hand three times, a signal that has calmed Tango down since before being with him, then moves away from him.

[onestepbackwards]

OOF. I don't think my ask from yesterday went through cuz I added a link as an anon, so I'm re-posting (If you saw and ignored it sorry for bothering you again).

I was really really sick a few days ago with a fever that wouldn't break, and the only thing that kept me going through it was your Self Aware AU posts, which delirious me read and re-read with a conviction that would make Volo jealous. So uh, thanks for keeping me from falling off the deep end, you're cool.

That all being said, re-reading meant I stumbled back onto that one "what if player did mods" ask you answered months ago. I dabble in modding myself and so this brought back memories of a vile little mod I found called the "Uwu Overhaul" mod. Basically, this:

I think you know where I'm going with this... Self Aware AU. Player uses this mod. Not a request, just figured I'd leave you with this thought, in hopes you'd find it as horrifyingly funny as I do. Thanks again for the cool posts. Bye now.

Hello! I hope you’re feeling better! I’m happy my writing was something for you to use to help distract yourself!

Unfortunately, I think Tumblr must have ate your last ask, because i didn’t get one from you until today ;w;

I’m just imagining the characters being forced to talk in a UwU voice. Dmksjfksjskjdj

They must have made you mad. Why else would you have them all speak this way!?

Its especially funny if you purposely talk to Kamado after using the mod. Make him suffer a lil bit.

The hero thinks it’s hilarious.

As does Ingo. At least this ‘god’ seems to have a sense of humor.

[jayhalsteadsimp2019]

Well, This Is Awkward

Summary: Lyla walks in on something she didn’t expect to see.

TW: Making out 

Word Count: Somewhere around 543 

Note: Hi!  This just randomly popped in my head whilst thinking about Upstead. (I read it after originally posting [if that makes sense 😭] and edited it slightly but yeah anyway) I’m working on some more scenarios, idk if you really care but oh well if you do you know now lol.

Anyway, I hope you like this one! (:

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     “What did you guys do?”  Will inquired on the other line, Lyla struggling to control her laughter.

     He was referring to the prank Lyla and Mia pulled on Dante, and it was pretty funny.

     “Just tell me!”  Will whined, Lyla trying to suppress her laughter.

     “O-Okay.”  Lyla cleared her throat, taking a sip of her water before speaking, “We might’ve made all of his shirts pink.”

     “Lyla!”  Will exclaimed, Lyla bursting into laughter.

     Lyla calmed down once again, making her way to the front door, “Hey, at least he won’t look homeless anymore!”

     “You have a good point.”  Lyla smiled in pride at herself as Will continued, “How did he react?”

     “He was pissed.”  Lyla put her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she opened the door, taking another sip of her water as she stepped inside.

     Lyla’s eyes went wide with surprise as she began to choke on her water, shocked at the sight in front of her.

     She knew Jay and Hailey had to have had feelings for each other, sure.  What she didn’t expect was to witness a makeout session on the couch in the living room.  No, she was not expecting that at all.

     Lyla finally stopped choking, Jay and Hailey looking at her, embarrassment on their faces.

     “Well,”  Lyla chuckled nervously, clearing her throat, “This is awkward.”

     “What’s awkward?”  Will inquired from the other line.

     “Shut up Will.”  Lyla muttered, closing the door behind her.

     She made her way across the house before turning around and walking backwards.  She pointed to the stairs, “I’m gonna be in my room if you need me but uh, you guys seem pretty busy.”  

     “Lyla-”  Jay started, trailing off at the end.

     Lyla turned on her heels, running up the stairs, “Bye!”

     Jay groaned in embarrassment as Lyla shut her door, making her way to her desk as she tried to get those images out of her head.

     “What’s awkward?”  Will asked, curiosity in his voice.

     “Can you and I do something tonight?”  Lyla suggested, ignoring the question.

     “Sure.  Do you want me to see if Jay-”

     “He’s a little busy at the moment.”

     “What- what does that mean?”

     Lyla sighed dramatically, “I think I’m gonna be scarred for life.”

     “You’ll be fine.”

     Lyla chuckled, “Yeah, I totally didn’t just see my brother and his partner half naked on the couch.” 

     Will’s eyes widened as he parked his car, “Actually?!”

     “No, I’m making it up.”  Lyla replied sarcastically, “At least there’s one thing I can say.”

     Will sighed, knowing exactly what Lyla was going to say, “What are you gonna say?”

     “I told you so!”

     “Yeah yeah.  I’m outside.” 

     “Okay.  I’m going through the back though.”

     “Good idea.”

     Lyla rolled her eyes, standing up from her chair and grabbing a hoodie as she hung up the phone.  As she made her way downstairs and to the back door, she got a notification.

     She pressed it, snickering as she read the text message from Jay.

     “Don’t tell Will.”  

     “Too late.”  Lyla hit the send button, pocketing her phone as she made her way outside.

     “Finally.”  Lyla thought as she made her way to Will’s car, glad that her brother and his partner were finally more than what Jay described as ‘really good friends.’

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*Finish*

I hope you enjoyed!  If you want to request anything feel free to

[barnesafterglow]

blind date

summary: your best friend sets you up on a blind date with the last person you expect

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

word count: 963

warnings: slightly awkward but peter is adorable, gwen is a great wing woman, so much dialogue i'm so sorry

a/n: here is day 9 of my writing challenge with the prompt getting set up together by mutual friends. sorry it is once again late but i think i overestimated myself a little with this writing challenge rip . thank you very much to @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare for reassuring me that this is not terrible <;/3

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You stopped short just as you rounded the block towards the coffee shop, causing an older woman to slam into your back. You mumbled an apology to her as you stepped onto a doorstep, phone still pressed to your ear, and had to fight a laugh as she flipped you off before continuing on her way.

“Sorry, I’m meeting who?” you repeated, not quite believing what you were hearing.

“Peter,” Gwen responded.

“Peter? As in, Peter Parker? As in, your ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker?”

“The one and only.”

“What the fuck.” Your best friend was certifiably insane. Peter had only had eyes for Gwen for two years, and just because they had an amicable break up didn’t make it any less weird for her to be setting the two of you up on a blind date.

“You know, just because you and Felicia are all happy and in love doesn’t mean I’m not content to be alone,” you griped, but nevertheless slipped back into the foot traffic.

“I know, but you don’t have to be.” She paused, and you heard a rustle in the background. “I gotta go, but if it goes as terribly as you think it will - which it won’t, by the way - I’ll buy you your favorite bottle of wine as an apology. Swear.”

“Fine.” You could see Peter was already sitting at a table in the corner.

“Awesome, love you, bye.”

“Love -” Your phone cut off with a beep, signaling Gwen had hung up, and you shoved it in your bag with a huff. Then, you took a deep breath and stepped inside.

His eyes snapped to you as soon as you walked in, even without the usual bell ringing overhead, almost like he could sense your presence. Your eyes locked and he did an - admittedly adorable - awkward little wave. You tried to force a smile, but could feel your hands sweating with each step closer to him.

The thing was, you had always had a crush on Peter. Long before he did everything in his power to wow Gwen, you had held a burning torch that you let diminish once Gwen showed interest back. You never told her, but a best friend always knew.

It didn’t hurt when they started dating. You held no grudges; you had always just wanted both of them to be happy. Even when they broke up - which it had been almost a year - you didn’t hold onto any hope for a relationship with him. It felt like breaking girl code, but obviously Gwen didn’t see it that way.

When you finally slid into the chair across from Peter, you noticed there was already a cup there with your name on it.

“It’s chai.” Peter sounded nervous. “Gwen said it was your favorite.”

“It is. Thank you, Peter.” You reached across the table and laid your hand atop his, stopping him from fiddling with the napkin in front of him. “So, uh -”

“I’m sorry she didn’t tell you. I asked her not to. I didn’t think you would come if you knew you were meeting me.”

“Wait, you knew that she was setting us up?” You had assumed he was just as clueless to Gwen and her scheming, but apparently you were wrong.

He blinked, slowly, and you felt like you were missing something vital to the conversation.

“You.. She didn’t tell you?” Yeah, you were definitely missing something.

“Tell me what?”

“I asked her to set us up.” You were in no way expecting that. Peter wanted to go on a date with you? Why hadn’t Gwen told you? There were too many questions that you weren’t sure you were ready to hear the answers to.

“I am very confused right now, Peter.” 

“Would you have come if you had known?”

“Well -”

“Exactly. You always kept me at arm’s length and I never knew why and I just wanted a chance to -” 

“Peter,” you interrupted him. “Calm down, okay?” 

You realized your hand was still resting on top of his and started to pull away, but with lightning quick reflexes, he stopped you. Your eyes locked and you could tell he was freaking out just as much as you were, yet neither of you could look away. With a little smile on your face, you let him clasp your hand between his, and you continued.

“I always kept you at a distance,” you tried to do air quotes with the one free hand you had, “because I had a crush on you, and you always wanted Gwen. Which was fine, and I dealt with it, but I never wanted to step on any toes. So, yeah, that’s the distance and I’m sure Gwen didn’t tell you because, like, girl code or whatever and that would be totally uncool of her.”

All of a sudden he was laughing, near hysterics, clutching your hand to his chest as he hunched over in his chair. You eyed him in shock, waiting for him to calm down, and his laughter finally died off. He wiped a stray tear from his eye as he looked at you again.

“She really is a schemer, huh? She’s been listening to it from both sides, and she decided a blind date was the easiest way to get us together. She’s smart, but we already knew that.”

She really was, and you couldn’t believe she had played you both so well. But that was Gwen for you.

“I guess it worked out, though.” Your eyes met Peter’s and you smiled at each other, the first real smile you had managed, the anxiety of this date leaving your body.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” He squeezed your hand - the one he was still holding - and took a sip of his coffee. “It really did.”

[froggowivdagudvibes]

Ive been meaning to post this for a while, so uh.. ye.

Ok before i start, its stoopid o clock and im incapable of wording rn, so bear with me.

I am very much confusion.

Um

So im questioning the possibility of being a demigirl?

Im afab and up until maybe a year ago, have felt pretty comfortable as a girl. Then i started feeling more nonbinary-ish but also female, but i was convinced i was just overreacting. I thought i was just subconsciously making it up for attention (idk how else to describe it, but hope dat makin sense). I was just tryna squish all those feelings down bcuz i was sure they weren't real. I didn't realise it was a thing, to be both non binary and female, and i felt just so invalid.

Then the other day me and my friend were talkin abt her new oc, and she said they were a demigirl. I asked wat dat was and she explained to the best of her knowledge. I just stood there open mouthed and while i didnt say anything, i was screaming inside.

WAIT WTF THATS BEEN AN OPTION THIS WHOLE TIME. WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHAAAAT.

That night i did sum research and i thought i was definitely a demigirl. The feeling comes and goes tho, and sometimes i feel more nonbinary, but for the most part i feel much more female. I still feel like im probably a demigirl, but im just kinda confused.

Idk why i made this post, ig i just needed to tell someone, cuz im not ready to tell anyone irl (partly cuz i still dont trust my own feelings) (i mean wut i said. theres sum weird shit goin on in my head lol)

I guess i also wondered if theres maybe sum demigirl/boy (or anyone rly) out there, to just tell me that my feelings are valid (or that theyre complete bullshit, if thats the case).

And if youre homophobic/transphobic/just dont agree with the concept of demigirls/boys, then i dont need your input. Its really not helpful.

Anyway, uhh ye. Bye ig.

Fuck i needa get sum sleep—

[anon-unofficial]

hi and hello gamers

tis i, your local @kirchefuchs (sorry for the @ 😭) 🅰️non, here for. um. no reason. haha–

anyway

friends with @an-t-hiho (he/her)

ALSO FRIENDS WITH @kavoro (she/her) HER ART IS AMAZING CHAT SUPPORT HER NEOWWWW /silly

my gender is nothing and any pronouns work for me, but if you want anything specific, he/him is the way to go (but she/her is a no-go. i use neos and they/it pronouns as well tho, so get funky w it if u want)

asexual and greyromantic (greyroace, if you will)

below is a list of random stuff about me

1) be as unhinged as you want to be in my ask box, I do not mind in the slightest, just try not to be too inappropriate (swear words are completely fine. slurs are not.)

2) I'm not comfortable with mentions/depictions of sex n stuff, but I will be reblogging important sex stuff since. well. others may need it. sorry if that doesn't make sense I'm really bad at explaining stuff that isn't about my brainrots

3) speaking of which, I have a lot of em (I blame Ceres, Ann, and Merc /pos)

4) despite how many Good Omens posts I reblog, I do not watch the actual show, haha– I just think the fanbase is really cool STATEMENT REVOKED I AM THOROUGHLY SOBBING MY EYES OUT IN S2 E6 WHAT THE FUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

5) my name is none of your business (Ann likes to call me Chay tho, but jsyk, it is nowhere near the chosen name I gave myself. I just really like the word "chai" (do not ask) and zhey decided to make Chay (pronounced ch-aye) my friendly nickname)

6) do not call me Chay tho ha h a . that nickname is reserved for people I trust (either online or irl, idc, as long as I trust you, I trust you)

7) I reblog a lot. duh. if you wanna see my personal tags, tho, they are as follows:

🅰️non talks

🅰️non's shenanigans

🅰️non's list of shit he wants

🅰️non's serotonin tag

🅰️non answers an ask

🅰️non's favorite stuff

🅰️non draws

🅰️non's sensational bullshit

🅰️non writes some shit

🅰️non's tag of sadness

and some specific tags for my buds:

SPECIAL TAG SPECIFICALLY FOR CERES

SPECIAL TAG SPECIFICALLY FOR MERC

SPECIAL TAG SPECIFICALLY FOR LING

SPECIAL TAG SPECIFICALLY FOR K

so yeah

anyway, hope you have a fantastic day whoever actually decides to read all of this– bye and uh. have fun scrolling down my blog?

[isabellehemlock]

🔥 ask game: 4, 8, 16

Hi Sindi! Thanks for sending me an ask 😎

Since you're all things TOG I hope it's alright to assume these questions for that fandom, so that's through the lens I'll be answering with 🤗

4. What was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I have "I block liberally" in my bio for a reason lol.

I mean, I strive not to label anyone by adjectives as if that's all they are - and lol, plenty of people find me annoying, too! - but looking at my blocked list, the majority overall theme (keeping in mind there's individual circumstances too, so not a general commentary on every single person blocked) but yeah, the majority? People who stalk and harass people across platforms - over nothing more than what they ship, kinks, etc.

Like I'm not talking about someone who sends their friend a post and wants to discuss to process or something - but like coordinated campaigns, spite events, efforts of several people across platforms, not only against one person but anyone associates with them, and/or telling people what public spaces they're allowed to be in, what ship positions they should or should not write, events they engage in, who to talk to, etc etc.

It's one thing to write on your own personal blog what you're into, and would love to see more of (I do that, too!) - but once it slides into one on one hounding, name calling, harassment, yeah, bye.

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Okrrr I'm hesitant to call it "wrong" because well, in life there's always exceptions, so maybe uh, let's reframe as ill-informed? And really, this isn't fandom's fault when the one effin piece of marketing Netflix did was string together a few random bullet points of "facts" for our Immortal Family and then a chunk of people have been dissecting the conflicting comic, movie, and now blink-and-you'll-miss-it marketing of said movie ever since (including, but certainly not limited to: where is Joe from, and why was he in Jerusalem?)

But as someone who's background and studies involve Church history, I'll admit I've been a bit 🫠 at some of the things stated as "facts" in regard to Nicky’s background. I'm not suggesting that someone should have to study up on any given subject in order to write fic (like, it's free fic, not a thesis), but I'm surprised how prevalent it is?

Just this narrative that Nicky *had* to be of noble birth, *and* automatically be more learned than Joe, *and* was a virgin *and* essentially wore his cassock right under the armor onto the battlefield (I'm having a little fun with that last one to lighten the mood lol).

Since I know I like to be informed when someone presents historical facts - I'll link a few articles and links below:

@qqueenofhades wrote an excellent post about the why a priest would not be wielding a weapon - and here's a book about how the Church forbade it, though (ironically, out of the Crusades) thoughts shifted about the Church being actively involved in the sense of authorizing and even directing military campaigns - but again, the average priest maybe had a weapon in the 1200s, and solely for the sake of self protection while traveling. But no, your average parish priest wasn't swinging a long sword onto the battlefield in his cassock.

Here's some information about how non nobles could become priests, or heck, even illegitimate children of priests could become priests.

And yes, 100% there was a social hierarchy within the Church and often to climb it you were likely educated and noble etc etc etc - and yet our Church history does include having illiterate popes, too (and really, just because someone is illiterate doesn't mean they are unlearned or stupid or incapable of learning it at any time. It doesn't have to be an either/or).

And though of course celibacy was encouraged from the beginning, the Church did not make an official decree about it until the 1100s. Priests had families and children - though not often - and yes, there were definitely clergy and religious who were not interested in making, much less, upholding vows of chastity around Nicky’s mortal timeline.

All that to say, that though it's not impossible that a random priest (perhaps a military chaplain ministering to soldiers?) found himself needing to grab a sword on the battlefield in the chaos around him (because perhaps he had a few years of training with a sword as a kid before being sent to a monastary?) - I don't think it was the given I've seen some people declare it as?

But here's the sad truth: Nicky is just a fictional character with conflicting canon sources. So, there will always be discourse. Sigh.

However, for anyone reading along and looking for more resources for their Crusades fic, I've written one up here, and linked not only other sources, but from @actualmermaid resource post as well as the old guard hub resource doc.

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Hmmmm I'm not sure if I'm like deeply offended by any particular tropes/canon as much as I filter out certain tags due to personal reasons, etc - I mean even the whole Nicky priest discourse is (for some) potentially rooted in priest kink love lol, so I mean, to each his own?

I definitely filter out the noncon that has happened between Joe and Nicky, but again, that has more to do with personal reasons vs say, a judgment on content (though please pleaseeeee tag it properly).

If you've made it down to here, bless ~ I know this was potentially a heavier reply than what the game was looking for 👀

[dapandapod]

Hii! For mermay prompts, how about depth for geraskier (ofc)

WHY YES OF COURSE FRANKSTER! and uh, I made you choose between prince and amnesia, because both of those popped into my head at the prompt. Prince was chosen and here we are! Hope you enjoy! <3

(also feel free to prompt me, here or on tumblr, i am on a writing spree and olsdfkj sorry for posting like 4 times in a day)

Send me a pairing and a word and I will make you some words? ❤️

On Ao3 here

Jaskier has been gone for too long. Geralt has been pacing their room for hours.

Yes, he did promise to stay put for a couple days, to wait for Jaskier’s… whatever he is doing. Or who.

The shoddy fisher village is gray, cold, everything covered in a thin layer of salt the spray of the waves offer in its violent rage.

Wind is whipping around the little wooden houses– sheds, really. It’s been three days since Jaskier left. Three days, and he was supposed to be back this morning.

Is this how it feels to be left behind when Geralt himself leaves for a contract?

Possibly, because no matter how much Jaskier had told him to stay put, to wait, to just fucking trust him damnit, Geralt is fretting.

Finally he gives in.

Leaving the room the kind elderly lady is lending them, Geralt stalks outside. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

The people here are not afraid of him, but seem to keep a distance from the bard. Everything about this place seems grey, but still it seems like the ever colorful Jaskier returns here, over and over again.

He starts with the aldermans house. They don’t have a tavern, the little gathering of houses far too small for such luxuries.

“The bard? You should check by the docks, or the boat house. He usually is out with the boat this time a year.”

He..what? Boat?

What the fuck is Jaskier doing?!

Geralt leaves without saying good bye, and the bard would have scolded Geralt for his bad manners, but he isn’t fucking here, is he?!

The boat house is, predictably, just down by the water. There is a long dock leading into the water, two smaller fishing boats tied to it.

An elderly man and someone who looks like his son sits by the house, mending nets.They look up when he approaches, shielding their eyes against the setting sun.

“Have you seen a bard around here? Jaskier? Brown hair, blue eyes, a lute and the worst fashion sense known to man?”

The elderly man presses his lips to a thin line and ducks his head. His son studies the witcher for a long moment, sizing him up, before responding.

“Aye,” he says, “What is it to you, witcher?”

“He’s my friend.” Geralt manages, working hard around a word that feels so inadequate. “And he is missing.”

“No more, lad,” the elderly man mutters, “Bad luck, it is.”

Geral frowns, trying not to let his impatience get the better of him.

“I’ll make it worth your while. Six crowns.”

“Florens.” The son corrects. “Ten. And I’ll take you to where we left him.”

-

The elderly fisherman refuses to come. Speaking of ill omens and bad luck, of not talking to the sea. The son takes him anyway, the sea getting oddly misty as they go further out with the boat.

“Coin is sparse out here, but my niece is sick. I’d rather leave the sea altogether than see her hurt,” the son says, rowing the boat towards a previously hidden little rock formation, barely an island. “Da doesn’t want to speak of it, speak of evil and it shall come, he says. We don’t need more sirens, he says.”

Geralt eyes him, then the sky. He can’t hear any flapping of wings, nor splashing of their tails. The water is calm, but the mist lays thick and hides both sight and sound.

The little boat touches the edge of the rock with a soft sound when they arrive.

“This is where I let him off every year,” the son says. “And pick him up after a few days. Know nothing but that.”

The florens trade hands, and when Geralt gets off, he pushes back into the water.

“I’ll be back in an hour. It’s probably superstition, but I don’t much like this place.”

-

Inspecting the area, Geralt finds it bare of both bards and life. He climbs around it, eventually finding an expensive looking chest with a solid lock on it.

It looks strange out here, oddly devoid of the wear and tear one would expect wood around the shore. Geralt picks the lock with ease, and when opens the lid, it doesn’t make a sound.

Inside it is a very familiar lute, and neatly folded clothes. Geralt’s heart sinks, but he has a trace now, something. He rummages around, finding everything Jaskier had brought but his jewellery. Even his underclothes is here.

Geralt closes it again, locks it carefully.

There should be traces here, anything to lead him to where Jaskier is.

The scent is old, barely there and hidden by the salty smell of the sea. Geralt will never complain about Jaskier’s perfume ever again.

It leads him to the other side of the little island, across the rocks on a path that looks surprisingly smooth and well walked.

Geralt stops when water starts lapping at his feet.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Either Jaskier has been hiding something from him, or something very bad has happened. And either truth still means Jaskier is missing, and that he went into the water. And from the sound of it, has been coming to the water for years.

Geralt trails back to the chest, takes off his boots and heavy armor. Takes off everything but his trousers, and two silver daggers.

The stone is smooth under his feet, and quickly gets slippery as it continues out into the water.

It’s cold, his skin pebbles when he gets as deep as his knees. Then the rock abruptly ends. Geralt breathes deep, and dives. Cat and killer whale would have been useful, but he didn’t know he would have to go swimming when they got out here.

Geralt has almost swum around the entire island when he notices the formations. Runes carved into stone, worn smooth by time and water.

With another deep breath, he follows it down, down, down, and what little sunlight was left quickly disappears down here.

There is an opening a bit further down. And eyes. Many eyes.

Geralt realizes too late that he is surrounded, and there are clawed fingers and webbed hands pulling him deeper still, and into the opening.

His lungs are burning for air, and he is quickly disoriented, his elbows scraping against stone and harsh hands making him unable to reach for his knives.

Suddenly, they breach the surface, and Geralt pants harshly as he is dragged onwards and thrown onto a slimy rock. Broken shells of crabs and clams are spread out, and bones of fishes of all sizes lie spread among them.

Now free from his attacker, Geralt reaches for the dagger and turns to face them, but a beautiful face filled with fangs hisses at him as they retreat backwards, and another set of hands grip him hard.

Geralt can’t entirely make out if it is siren or mer people or something completely else, but more hands grip him, wrestling the knife from his hand.

“Walk!” one hisses, “You were looking, and you found us. Walk!”

Her voice is almost human, but her tongue is unused to his language. They shove him forward, deeper into the cave. It gets darker and darker, until suddenly Geralt realizes the walls are glowing.

Aluminescent is probably the right word for it. Algae covers the walks, swirling lines make patterns he feels like he has seen somewhere before.

It takes him until the now narrow walkway opens up into a bigger space that Geralt realizes where he recognizes it from. The embroidery of Jaskier’s clothes.

When Geralt locks eyes with Jaskier across the room, the bard’s jaw is slack with surprise when he sees him

“Geralt,” he says, but oh.

Oh.

Jaskier doesn’t have a tail, but his skin is glimmering with the same pattern as the walls. He is sitting in the middle of the open space, on a rock slanting out to a deep, clear pool. It almost looks like a throne room.

Around his feet are merpeople of different shapes and sizes.

The guards shoves him back when Geralt attempts to take a step forward, and Geralt bares his teeth to them.

“Stop it,” Jaskier says, voice commanding.

The guards, now that Geralt sees them, look like a strange hybrid of fish and man. Claws and fins and webbed fingers and hissing breaths, but they keep their distance, as they are told.

Jaskier is still wearing his rings and his necklace, but little else. On his brow is a circlet, thin and adorned with shells and crowned with a mother of pearls.

“I told you to wait,” Jaskier says, tilting his head.

“You didn’t come back. It’s been three days,” Geralt says, feeling foolish without not really knowing why.

“Has it? I’m sorry, time passes strangely down here.”

They just look at each other for a long while, for once the bard too seems at a loss for words.

“You don’t look like them,” Geralt says finally, indicating at the more fish-like guards behind him.

“I don’t,” Jaskier agrees, “Many mer these days are closer to sirens, but those close to the royal family are more humanoid.”

Jaskier gives a crooked smile when he sees Geralt wracks his brain.

“I told you I was a noble, didn’t I?”

“You said viscount.” Geralt suddenly remembers. “Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz de Lettenove.”

“Ah yes, well. That is some of the truth, yes. Don’t give me that look, Geralt, I didn’t lie to you. I just happen to be a prince too.”

Geralt blinks, and Jaskier looks back at him, sitting proudly despite the light frown.

“Mer prince? Is that why you don’t have a tail?” Geralt asks carefully, and the guard next to him rolls his eyes so hard his head moves with it.

“I do have a tail, my friend. When I choose to. The perks of royalty, wouldn’t you say?” he says with a smirk, “Now, as happy as I am to see you here, and for you to meet my family, this is… not ideal. I wish… It doesn’t matter. You are here now. Ligeia, let him through. I think it is time he is given the tour.”

“But my prince-” Ligeia says with her weird, hissing voice, but Jaskier waves her off.

“I have spent more time with him than you are old. Let him come to me.”

Geralt is let through, and Jaskier offers his hand. It is not something they usually do, not while awake, but Geralt accepts it anyway.

Jaskier is cool to the touch, but his hands feel the same. Same callouses, same scar just over his thumb from a stupid accident with a branch.

He is led towards the other side of the rock, into the clear pool.

“Not the way I wanted to show you, but I’m glad you are here,” Jaskier whispers, like a confession. Hand in hand, they dive.

-

When they return to the outside world, the stars are out. When Geralt worries about how they will get back, Jaskier waves him off.

“They always kind of know when I need to go back. I think that is a part of why they don’t trust me.”

Yeah, that makes sense. Splashing of ores breaks the serene silence around them, and the son stares at them a bit wide eyed.

The ride back is more tense than last time, despite Jaskier’s chattering.

When they get back to their room, Geralt realizes they are still holding hands.

“Well, my prince,” he says teasingly, “I think we have some talking to do.”

[slashmagpie]

Hi magpie. You know what I'm here for >:) Kattmaids, hand em over teehee

I can't believe you're making me post Kattmaids on main. This is gonna make no sense to anyone not in OHC and I am so, so sorry.

Em looks at Scar funnily after Feine leaves. Scar notices, of course.

“Is something wrong?”

“You look different,” Em says. “To her. You look different than her. The…” He reaches up, in front of his own ears, and mimics Scar’s, the way they stick up and flop down. 

“Oh!” Scar says. “Well, that’ll be because I’m seven-eighths human.”

Etho blinks. “You are? I thought you were Vex.”

“Vexblood.”

“Oh.” Em looks down. “I had a friend who was three-quarters human.”

Scar, very tactfully, does not ask what happened to said friend. “Oh, you did?”

“He didn’t look very ender. They told me his ears were slightly bigger than a normal human’s, but I hadn’t seen a normal human to compare.”

“Well, I’m not the best comparison,” Scar says, flicking his ear. “Considering.”

Em nods. “Did you… Have you ever lived with humans?”

“Well, sure! Most of my life, in fact! I’ve only been at Dearthwood for, oh, two years now?”

“And… Were they…”

Scar gets what he’s trying to say. “Ehhh.” He waves his hand in a so-so motion. “Some people have some funny ideas about hybrids, but I also met some very lovely people! It depends where you go.”

“You’re not a hybrid. You’re Vex. Vexblood. Whatever.”

“Well, they didn’t know that, did they? I was just good ol’ Scar, with all that canine spirit. I imagine—well, with you, they’ll probably just think you’re a regular ol’ mouse.”

Em’s nose twitches. He looks up at Scar, but doesn’t meet his eyes. “You think I can hide?” he asks.

“I’m almost sure of it!” Scar agrees. “You’ll blend… well, maybe not right in, but you’ll be fine.”

Em nods, shoulders hunching. “Thank you,” he mumbles, glancing away again.

“And if you’re still worried… well, a big hat can go a long way,” Scar reassures. 

“A big… hat.”

“Well, sure! I’ll have you know I’m a connoisseur of big and wonderful hats.” He straightens up, an idea occurring to him. “Em, do you want me to make you a big hat? We could do—ooh, maybe a sunhat, or a top hat if you prefer, or, oh, I know! How about a fedora?”

“…I think I’ll pass,” Em says at last. “Thank you.”

Scar sighs. “No one appreciates my big hats. One day.”

“Sure,” Em agrees sardonically. “One day…”

-----

The first time Scar sees Etho without his hood up, he jumps.

“You have mouse ears!”

Etho, facing away from him and apparently lost in thought, jumps too. When he turns around to Scar, his face is creased in confusion. “Uh, yeah…?”

“I had no idea!” Scar says. “I mean, I knew you weren’t human, but—you’re a mouse hybrid, then?”

Etho, if possible, looks even more confused. “Sure?”

“You know, I met an en—mouse hybrid years ago. He was a good kid.”

“Uh…”

“But you don’t want to hear about that!” Scar shakes his head, shaking the memories away. “Sorry to interrupt you. Enjoy your shopping, Etho!”

“Bye…?”

Scar leaves, shaking his head fondly. Oh, that Etho’s an odd one, alright. He wonders, briefly, what Em’s up to these days. Hopefully he’s doing alright. Maybe he, like Scar, like Etho, had made his way to a server where you didn’t need to wear a big hat or a silly hood, and is living as peacefully as he can.

Scar hopes so. 

[aleeyenn]

hi um . that other person encouraged me to also gush abt ur designs but i also find a lot of myself in ur pin design .... as an also plus sized woman of color i find so much of myself in your design . i love baking and i love indulging in feminine things in the sense of like "yes i am a woman . yes i love to scream to very hard and fast paced songs . yes i have bigender swag ." even tho i do like feel myself as pretty masc aligning (it fluctuates a lot) i love ur design and see so much of myself in it . as well as that other person ive always felt i cant sorta be into alt stuff but recently ive sorta dabbled in it (i got the fingerless gloves ive always wanted so bad like a month ago !!!! and it was so exciting :-))) and just seeing ur pin design made me realize i can do whatever i want and i dont have to conform to my parents or my friends or my school's or anyone's expectations for my presentation of gender identity and femininity . i can wear nice frilly dresses with puffs and ribbons and have those fake vampire teeth and skeleton fingerless gloves and black clunky boots with a bright pastel pink bow in my hair if i so please . so um thank you a lot i love ur pin design and um bye bye have a nice day !!!!!!! also also rq i have to say erm if you have like literally any more gijinkas / humanizations ever pleaaseeee post them .love your art a lot ive been following you for a bit and uh apologies for bizexual ranting im just a little crazy /lh ok bye have a nice day i hope very good things come to you

YOU G UYYSS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY😢😢😢😢😢HAPPY TEARS OF COURSE BUTGAAHH HH H I NEVER KNEW MY ART WOULD HAVE SUCH AN IMPACT ON PEOPLE EVEN THO ITS WHAT IVE WANTED FOREVER😢😢😢 im so so so so grateful SO GRATEFUL YOU DONT GRT IT I REALLY TRULY MEAN IT pleasepleaseplease to you anon and the other anon and anyone else who needs to hear it BEEE YOURSELFFFF!!! don’t worry about what any community, family, friends, peers, ANYONE wants you to be because what’s the fun in that? not being able to express yourself the way you want to is so boring and doesn’t allow you to be what you want and not being what you want is neither gratifying or truthful! you don’t have to be true to anyone else besides yourself be TRUE to yourself and let yourself be the person you are!!! i’m sure you wouldn’t wanna hold anyone back so don’t let anyone hold YOU back!!! im gonna embarrass myself here but it’s for the sake of this talk But in elementary—early middle school i was a FREAAAKING wolf kid i wore ears and tails and everything but what stopped me???weird glances or rude comments? Nope! NOTHING!!! because being the person i was at the time felt amazing! and looking back at it sure it’s a bit humiliating but i still love that part of myself because i was so free in being me!!! and i look up to me being that person to this day and i won’t stop being myself! i won’t mask or dress a certain way that people want me to or hide parts of myself that make myself me because that’s who i am!!! and i heavily encourage ALL OF YOU to follow my footsteps and be the person you are!!! trust me if everyone in the world behaved and looked and did whatever the same the world would be sooo boring so be the spark of someone’s day and BE YOURSELF!!! who knows maybe you’ll be the person that breaks someone out of their shell to become what they wanna be too! do what makes you happy and follow your heart, don’t let anyone EVER block you from achieving that, never hold yourself against any standard or forum and do what you need to do to be your best self… so to you anon and everyone who needs it Go get some fishnets go get some cute bows go get lacy dresses go get cool looking belts go get ANYTHING THAT CALLS YOUR NAME! find yourself!!! even if it’s a pair of wolf ears and a tail, go for it! i believe in you!!!💗

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise, and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls, check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

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Chapter [005] Wish it More

Subway doors clang shut at the Toranomon Hills Station via the Hibiya Line. Kuroo texts you and says he's waiting at the next station's platform. You have your headset on one ear, the other somewhat hanging off to hear any upcoming announcements. Your mouth quirks at its corners as you notice a toddler sitting across from where you are, babbling and reaching for you.

Sunlit clouds drift through the clear skies, casting radiant lambency out the windows of the train. Its beams turn your irises into sunny versions of themselves. When Kuroo said he'd see you today, you didn't think you'd wake up to brunch delivered at your doorstep from your favorite café you thought closed many summers back. He first took you there after his morning practice as a thank-you for accompanying him during volleyball training camp.

You’re pulled out of your reverie as your stop, Kasumigaseki Station, is announced as the next stop. You wish the toddler goodbye with a wink and a wave, seeing their teeny tiny hand wave bye back to you. Waiting by the candy cane-striped line for safety at the edge of the track, train schedules and map routes are posted on the wall along with digital signs announcing the estimated arrival time for the next train.

"Y/n!" Kuroo stumbled to a halt. "I'm so glad you had some time to do this with me."

"Lucky for you I've got all the time in the world, Tetsurou."

He's decked out in a white Chicago Bulls jersey and khaki cargo pants, an acid wash jean jacket wrapped around his waist. Red, white, and black retro Jordan 6's on his feet as he ushered you inside the train. You both tromp along, taking baby steps into the sardine can-like compartment alongside dozens of strangers. Attempting to snag an empty seat, the train lurched unanticipatedly at its next stop.

Had the last person boarding not rushed inside the train, Kuroo -adding to his now brought-on discomforting sense of dread- blunders about nearly crushing you between him and the train doors at your rear. He catches himself even though there wasn't a handle to grab ahold of. Till he realized his large hand was on your hip holding you upright.

You raise your chin, pursing your lips. "You good? You almost busted your ass there for a sec."

"Uh- yeah sorry about that, Shortcake. Can I uh...?" He trips over his tongue, the forced proximity making his heart play double dutch. "I'm gonna put my arm above you, okay? To steady me."

"Right, uh, go ahead." You said, folding your hands at your sides and holding your ruched red Prada mini bag. His gold cuban link chain dangling within the modest gap between you both. He's not far off from an overprotective boyfriend with his right forearm stiffly propped onto the train doors. Kuroo turned his head sideways, throwing his focus elsewhere.

You both bring your attention as the speaker crackles to life, announcing the next platform. Seven stops left.

You press your foot down on the gas controller, only for your avatar to place fourth once again across the finish line. Kuroo takes pleasure in his victory, even going as far as to one-up you by driving one-handed just like in real life. Yet he had another thing coming as you got to your feet on the old thin patterned carpet, blowing out your cheeks.

"Best two outta three?" He insisted, stretching his arms above his head.

"Tell yah what, you may out-drive me but I mos def can out-gun you." You taunt, leading him away from the seated racing games to the loud bomb blasts and gunfire emanating from the nearby shoot-em-up games.

Rows of machines with colorful pictures on the sides filled Gigo Shinjuku Kabukicho. Players jab at buttons, some frustratedly slamming their hands against the side of them. Recorded crowds cheering and bellowing out the basketball/hoop games. Inserting your tokens, you hold the shotgun controller, squeezing the trigger.

Kuroo practically bent over backward narrowly keeping up with your kill streak. Marveled, he watches as you gun down hordes of zombies . The Annihilation–each zombie barely made it a step through the graveyard before you blew them to high hell with seconds left in the round.

You size him up, grabbing a quick slurp of your blue raspberry slush before the next level kicks in. "Quittin' already?"

"I'm all outta tokens, smart ass. Imma be right back." He simpered, gingerly bumping your side.

You give him a half-shrug, mowing down more zombies as Kuroo jogged out of view to the token exchange. At the final boss level, you chuck a grenade, adding another S-rank win to your belt. Level three loaded as you pumped your fist in the air, jamming your hand in your front pocket for what's left of your tokens.

"Here, you can have mine." Your head jerked in the direction of the voice, his stack of tokens resting on the game cabinets' console. He held out his arms, wrapping them around your shoulders, yours around his torso squeezing a bit.

"Where have you been at, Tangie? Last we spoke, you were leaving for Brazil." You pull away, the ginger barely concealing his delight. "You were shorter, too."

"Says the one who hasn't grown much since then. Last I saw you, you were catching your flight back to the states."

Hinata's tan is evident of his time away. His short-sleeved shirt revealed elaborate tattoos down to his wrists. "I'm taking some time off. I got homesick. I've missed you, Mi Querida."

"Oh, so we're bilingual now?" Your hip juts out amused. "I missed you too. Sorry I wasn't calling you as much. I had my number changed recently. "

Inserting his stack of coins, you wait on the countdown to the next stage of zombies. You hand your blue flip phone to him, a Calpico charm with a small four-leaf clover inside hangs from it.

"I can't say much right now, but add your number to my contact list. And don't tell Blondie Miya. I want it to be a surprise."

Hinata taps away at the number keys. "That's if his brother didn't tell him first. Word travels fast 'round here. Wait, you're here alone?"

"Who says I'm alone?" You ready your stance, cocking the plastic shotgun and adjusting your aim. "I'll give you the deets later."

Hinata snaps your phone shut, sliding it into your mini bag. He side-hugs you once more, starting to quicken his pace en route to the prize counter.

"You might wanna head out pronto." His flip phone chirps reading off a message. "Blondie and Grey will be here in a few minutes. I'll message you a meeting place by Friday."

You wave him away, putting the plastic gun down in the console's holster. Searching for any signs of the twins, you bump into a medium-sized toast and skeleton cat plushie won from the claw games held in Kuroo's arms.

Somewhat peeking around his shoulder, you notice the twins now battling in air hockey while Enigma was by the dance pads.

"Careful y/n. What's the rush?"

You take his hand, hastily leading him to the exit doors. "I'm craving something sweet. Let's get ice cream. My treat."

Colorfully painted walls and an ornamented chalkboard menu board lists various ice cream flavors and their correlative prices. Jolly décor and customers peer into glass-covered cases holding buckets of creamy confectionery nestled in ice as they ask for samples. Tubs filled with candy toppings and pump containers of chocolate, caramel, butterscotch, and strawberry syrups lined the display cases.

Seated in a booth, you take spoonfuls of your parfait as Kuroo tries desperately to keep his waffle cone from melting in his hands. Both of your plushies are seated beside you.

"We're gonna spoil our dinner because of your sweet tooth."

"What do you care? Do you have reservations planned for us somewhere? " You rocked back and forth, brushing your palms together.

"Does Thai Take-out count?" Kuroo bites into his cone, licking what he could of his three scoops. "In all seriousness though, why were you so quick to leave the arcade? Did something happen? "

You shook your head. "No. Nothing like that. I just saw some familiar faces and I didn't want them to know I was out and about."

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Why? Scared I'll ruin your rep?"

"For starters, you still haven't told me what your rep is nowadays. Apparently, you race and you have money as far as the eye can see. Am I wrong to assume the worst? "

Kuroo laughs bitterly, crunching more of his waffle cone between his teeth. "Assume the worst huh? I'd say I'm living the dream. Fast cars and fast money all the while I'm my own boss."

"And your Chem degree is still in the picture?"

"Working on it as we speak. Part-time, obviously."

Wrapping a curl around your finger, you lean back into the cushioned seat, wiggling your foot.

"If life's so carefree, then, please do tell me whose nine millimeter that is in your glove box."

There's a beat of silence as his shoulders slump and he massages the back of his neck. "How did you-? Look, I never said I didn't have enemies, y/n. It comes with the territory."

Across the way, a girl your age waited afar. You realize you know her, red and white ink formed a chrysanthemum norigae on her right bicep.

Exhaling, you rise from your seat. "I'll be in the bathroom."

Shim Ya Naoki. Da Vinci was once her name. Nothing more than a talented tattoo artist who visited your old place of work for flowers and coffee. You hated where things left off between you both. She's the one who disappeared. She had no right to blame you.

Her black platform lace-up boots entered, heavily pacing to the stall you stood within. She leaned back against the wall, hanging her head and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd apologize but I know you don't want to hear a word I have to say."

"Yeah, well, you shut everybody out. I won't take it personally. Never did." You quipped, glancing up at the ceiling.

"Spades, you can't- " She retorted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "You cannot avoid me forever."

"How much do you wanna bet ?" You opened the door of the stall. Naoki steps back, granting you enough space to stand straight.

"I don't want an apology, 'Vinci. I didn't ask you to nose around in my business with the Miya's. If you wanted Kuroo so bad back then, you should've opened yah fuckin' mouth and told him."

"It was pointless. He used me as a rebound the same way you used him."

"Kuroo and I were strictly just friends. Him and I dating was out of the question."

"Guess he didn't quite get the memo. He moaned your name while he fucked me." Naoki tenses, her expression pinched and eyes narrow.

"You're lyin'." Your head drew back quickly. Disbelief audible as you shakily replied. "It doesn't matter, you two weren't officially together. Having a 'fuck buddy' dosen't equal having a boyfriend."

"Neither were you and the Miyas either."

Naoki shoved her hands in her pockets bumping your shoulder to get by. She cracks the bathroom door, looking back at you, her acrylic nails like talons.

"He's not who he's cracked up to be. From one girl to another, stand down. He's more trouble than he's worth, Spades."

With that, she exits, leaving you frustratedly speechless. Touching the base of your neck, your other hand grips the sink in front of you as you grimace.

You never called to mind Kuroo looking at you in a lovey-dovey way. He was a player, a delinquent who could have any girl he wanted back then and even now. Everything you both did together was totally platonic. No strings attached. Naoki's warning repeats itself back as a question from your lips.

"More trouble than he's worth?"

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[sunattacksthemoon]

I’m going to write what I think while I reread crimson rivers

So first of I’m not starting at the beginning if I’m being completely honest I haven’t cr in quite literally months because I….. I forgot to include a warning for like major spoilers. One sec.

Spoilers!!!!!!

Don’t fucking read this if you haven’t read crimson rivers!! Please for the love of the gods listen to me bc I will not be held responsible for spoiling. Like if you tell me I spoiled something for you I will feel immeasurable guilt.

Anyways so I haven’t read past the part where regulus meets the fucking death eaters in the beginning parts of the second games. Like they are about to go in but haven’t yet?? I hope that makes sense but I haven’t read it in awhile because frankly I’m a little bitch. I’m waiting til they are all happy and the wars over. I’m going to be starting the new chapters today because they are finally happy. But I reread my fav parts, essentially every wolfstar part in the early chapters because I’m an absolute whore for them. They just fill my brain with happiness. So I decided to reread the chapters and then eventually just started rereading the first games instead of just skipping till it’s Remus or Sirius’s pov. And I was bombarded with the absolute heartbreak of it all. Like I cant remember when Zar said this but he mentioned in a post that mulciber and Avery were actually boyfriends and don’t get me wrong I Do Not like them but that shit hurts. I think people genuinely forget that none of them should have been in the arena in the first place. Like with original books they have their version of the death eaters ( I can’t remember what the called them) like Cato, but I remember watching the movies with my family and everyone absolutely hating on him. But like he was a kid raised to be a little assassin. I’m a self-proclaimed Cato apologist till I die. But I don’t like people just hating them, especially Peter. Like I love how Zar wrote his character because he is so fucking interesting. Like I could write about him for hours.

Moving on. I don’t know when to do transitions so I hope that was seamless.

This part destroyed me in the best possible way. I don’t have children so I can’t even begin to imagine what this felt like, but learning that all their fighting was to get back home to their partner and have a family is heartbreaking. And when reg and James are doing the tour and they learn about it is just ughhh. I cannot put it into words.

Now this scene hurts for an entirely different reason. I am a sucker for happy endings. I really am, that’s genuinely all I want. Like to the point I don’t usually read angst, hence why I have taken a break from reading until they are somewhat happy again. The fact that James is so hopeful one second and then he is utterly heartbroken the next makes me weep. I felt this, like with my whole being. Which is so fucking cool that Zar has that ability with their writing to cause such pain. So round of applause for them👏👏

That’s pretty much it, I will be making another post about Sirius’s talk with Remus about desire because it’s a must. I might make more for jegulus’s relationship idk.

Okay uh bye 🤘

[noro-noro-noro]

scaramouche genshin impact is cool & i like him but jesus christ i’ve seen some absolutely atrocious takes in wake of his teaser & demo coming out so i’m gonna complain about it 

like i’m not even saying this from my capacity as a person who likes his character but so many people are whining like “boohooo it would have made more sense from a writing standpoint for him to die”.. like bro are you kidding.. it would not have. let me be the first to say that i was actively hoping for him to die when i heard he’d be playable bc i was worried they’d wipe out his evil brat personality, but his entire life was just a series of tragedies & villainous actions. like

now people are saying that's where he should die. like this is totally unsatisfying. there has been nothing good in his life & from all the content we’ve seen so far, the next part of his life seems to be yknow like  Growing & Healing. realizing it’s not so terrible to be kind. maybe even reconciling with the raiden shogun. & even in his mean bitch era, he was still nice to some people eeven though he pretended he wasn’t! his first worshipper when he tried to become god - he was like “of course i’m not going to hurt her. she’s my biggest fan 😏” . & he’s nice to old people & children according to his lore. there’s no point in showing “HE’S SO MEAAN except for when he’s nice” 

1. mom didn’t find him useful bc he was too nice, so she put him in the ground

2. after he wakes up, he’s unable to form lasting connections due to not being a human being & even when he does they all die anyway

3. decides to be evil & goes to the evil organization

4. spends the next ??? in the evil organization being cruel to people so he can tell himself he’s mean now & allowing himself to be taken advantage of & used just so he has a chance to achieve his goal, which is basically being so strong & heartless he can’t get hurt again no matter what.

5. revenge fails lol

anyway i also don’t think he should reconcile with the raiden shogun. as a person with mommy issues i don’t think that bitch should get a second chance. she literally was like “i need to make an emotionless robot as a test for making a puppet to move my soul into. uh oh this one has feelings! get this out of here” i fail to see why 1. raiden should have any maternal instict towards him aside from “everyone is telling me to” & 2. it would be boring.

anywaya in concolusion people just think someone should die with unrealized dreams bc he’s a villain & they odn’t like him. it’s fine when this happens in other media but i’ve seen like 20 tweets/posts/etc like scaramouche should have died blah blah blah & like ti’s not INTERESTING!!! and they wouldn’t be making money from a character that’s been hyped since 2020. anyway bye

THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE 3.3 ARCHON QUEST CAME OUT BY THE WAY

[tiny-tigers]

✨ Helloooo! Apologies again for the radio silence 😭💖 things are a bit hectic on this end! How's your recovery getting on sweetie???🙏🏻🩷

OMG I didn't know that about Jacky's dad!!! 🫨 Okaaaay now lots of things are beginning to make sense....

*insert 'the pieces have been put together' meme*

I think unless he comes back better from this injury then you're right, I don't see his play improving too much? 😬 It's kinda weird that I no longer think of them as 'junior players' as they've done so much, but even though they're still young they seem to have lost that zesty youthfulness of 'trying to break into the first team' edge they had - if that makes any sense??

Drunk Fred is not the one, thanks Ellis.

I completely agree - I can defo see Fred leaving for a new challenge one day? Seems that sort of character - likes to be out of his comfort zone? *bleurgh no thnx* 😂

Interesting message from that fan! I've been getting the vibe for a while now that he's stopped enjoying fan interaction as much? Not surprising given his bigger profile now but sounds like I'm wrong! 🙈😆

No worries no worries , all is getting in place slooooowly. I Feel frozen in time ? I still have 4 jabs left before being left alone and still under painkillers, one scar is a bit nasty still impossible to sleep like I used to. No flip on the belly for sure I am like my eggs I sleep sunny sided.

I hope it could cool down a bit for you as well everyone need good vacay and family time during this period.

Yes totally !! Jeff played for sarries as a forward and 1 big man came and took his place 😤 poor papa Jeff... Bye Bye rugby career. Jacky wanted and was a fly half anyways before becoming who he is so I think he is not afraid of shifting for a role but being replaced and issues that can be linked to that oh well.... always in the moove uh. Idk how you analyse it the bigger picture But yes papa Jeff is his idol.

His mom was selling his stuff on Facebook btw 🤣 I bloody love one of his pants I bought while in norfolk it is super practical for this weather and fencing but omg does he actually walks on his butt ? 🤣😂 it is always the most used part. He can clean and mop floors with that bum. *Sorry*

Mmmmh he is a sweet potato but he is average. I do realize that , when his brain isnt used to his full potential and light up like a christmas tree he is losing a lot of his depth. He was bloody fantastic in U20 but since thenn.. eeeerhm... Even for a scrum half his stats are against him he should have marked as much tries as Fred already due to his speed and position. He has nothing special for him as a weapon except the power of his kick but he uses it super badly. Like Idk what he has in his legs but he can throw missiles but it lands super bad when he could do balls like George🎯.... 🤦‍♀️....And still not a bloody drop goal in 22 years. Easy peasy for me to criticize when I love him more than myself I might sound harsh but I want him to stop being relucant and afraid.

They are on full speed circuit and there is more motivated and more talented behind them if they lose their will to fight so no they aren't young player anymore.

No excuses.

I think Fred would beneficiate from another mindset and club than leicester more suitable to his envy and goals. I cannot see him settle for long in Leicester while on the other hand it is in Jack dna to be new ben youngs and to be the next goofball farmer 9 that will die on that welford road pitch ! I do love ben for that honestly !?. ...And Dan Cole ??? Amazing.

I hate When people are not faithful to their club... I was broken for George but he gave his most beautiful years to the club.

You sound very negative lately or it is just me ? :( is there something wrong other than Fred interest getting loose ?

I actually had a surprise today because Fred did go to see my friend story and he never does that ??? So super surprising when Jack has been absent all day. It is usually the opposite. I have seen zero post for Fred birthday tho...strange.