#if ur ginger you would understand

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Why am I currently getting the most compliments I've ever gotten on my hair while it's been 4 months without cutting or dyeing it and I want to break the mirror every time I look at myself

[hananan2]

HIIIIIII GOOD MORNING / NIGHT could i please request for crewel with his fem!daughter having a big crush on ace? platonic ofc!!

i could see him like 'dear puppy, are you sure you like HIM of all people??? HIM??? 😨 i know he's your friend but HIM???'

off topic but ur acc is rlly cute !!!

thank u in advance, have a good day / night ! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

YES OFC THIS IS SO CUTEE!! I miss Ace content!! Thank you, you’re so sweet! I hope you enjoy!💕 th

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH IM SO HAPPY WITH ALL THE SUPPORT💕💕 I just wanted to say that all who requested, your request is being written! I just have a lot, please be patient, thank you!💕

Are you sure puppy…? HIM?

summary: You’ve developed a crush on your best friend Ace and your so giddy and happy! So happy your father Crewel knows you have a crush, and when he finds out…he’s not excited.

Characters: Ace trappola!

info: Fluff, Silly, Crewel is your dad, Fem!reader! Romantic (with Ace), platonic!

Cw: Cursing (I need to add this cw, I keep forgetting💔)

Something was so different about you, scratch that , it was him.

The way he grinned after doing the most heinous and unnecessary things ever grew more charming, his small teases that annoyed you became more endearing, the way his hand was 2 centimeters closer to yours while you both sat next to eachother in class, the look on his eyes! UGH! You laid in your bed miserable but kicking your legs. Freaking Ace Trappola.

Maybe you were insane and needed a straight coat or desperate, but Ace looked so handsome and hot recently, it drove you crazy! And when he sat next to you in class everyday, giving you that grin, it was hard to process.

And when you were acting like some stupid male bird trying to court a female, someone was gonna catch on, thankfully, not Ace.

You were in Potions class, making a potion with Ace as your partner, the assignment was kinda hard but since you were so epic you managed to figure it out! When you did, Ace grabbed you in a tight hug that swept you off your feet. “Damn you’re amazing! My grade was gonna drop!” You radiated with pink, “Yes yes thank you!” You said sly, but you felt like you were about to die, in that moment, you felt sharp eyes on you.

while Ace headed off with a ruffle to your hair, You felt a gentle tug on your lab coat’s collar when you were leaving, it was your Crewel, aka best dad ever! “Dear Puppy,” he said sternly, “Do you like somebody?” He questioned, still hiding you by your coat in the now empty classroom.

“W-What? No! Dad, just cause I’m surrounded by guys doesn’t mean I have 60 boyfriend, boys don’t even like me like that.” you said kinda half bluffing, trying to act annoying and flail your arms to get him irritated and leave you alone, you did NOT want to be interrogated on this topic.

“I did not say either of those things, and you’re a beautiful, smart girl so I don’t see why guys wouldn’t like you, what did I tell you about being insecure?” He lectured a little, when you were little, he alway wanted you to be confident and love yourself, if he knew you were insecure his heart would break.

“Look, I know it’s not cool to tell your dad this kind of stuff, and I’m not going to force you, but I’ll find out either way, just saying who it is would be my recommendation.”

“Fine….” You signed annoyed, but it was full with nervousness. “Ace trappola, you know…ginger, troublemaker, stupid heart on his eye….my best friend?” You said timidly, not daring to look at his face..

. . .

“HIM?”

“You said you wouldn’t freak out!”

—

So when you went over to Crewel’s place to have daddy-daughter time (watching the twst-equivalent of RuPauls Drag Race) it was awkward, while he was making tea and you were on your phone, coincidentally texting Ace, he spoke up.

“Listen puppy, I support you in your endeavors and your dreams, and I understand he’s your best friend…but HIM?” He said with shock still present

“Ugh your making him sound like he sells edibles to kindergartners dad! He’s just… he’s really nice I promise, like he always saves a seat for me at lunch, he always makes me laugh when I’m sad, he wraps his arms around me and makes me feel safe—ew why am I telling you this?” You looked grossed out by your self, digging your phone on the soft, spotted bedsheets when Ace sent another stupid meme.

“I understand teenage love and struggles, I was like this once too you know, not always your fabulous father, but fine, I can’t stop you from liking a guy, but I’m keeping in eye on you and him.” He chided as he sipped his ginger tea.

“Yea whatever, not like we’re gonna rawdog eachother…”

“What?”

—

Safe to say, Crewel wasn’t the happiest about your crush, Ace was just…bad news in his books, he seemed like he was a player and a bad influence who would leave you crying and heartbroken in his arms. But again, he did trust you, and watching you more attentively, Ace didn’t seem that mean, he looked at you fondly, he handled you gently, he did things, but never out of boundaries. Still upset, but maybe a bit too quick to judge.

One day after potions class, Crewel felt a presence in the room after all the students left, he immediately assumed it was you of course.

“What is it Y/N? I can’t listen to your crush stories later on, papa’s busy now with your class mates horrible handwriting, sigh look at this? Is this a cave drawing?”

”Uh that’s my paper Sir.” That was not you.

“OH! Trappola, hello there, what do you need now? I do not have snacks.” Crewel flinched and slammed the paper on his desk, ugh what was the infamous Ace Trappola doing here?

“Yea uhm,” The boy seems more nervous ever, his hand scratching the back of his head like he was made to wash 500 windows.

“You know Y/N right? Your daughter? What’s her favorite candy…?” He asked bashfully, ears grazed with red, he was never bashful, wow he seemed like a decent boy.

“Do you have romantic feelings for my daughter?” He just had to know.

“Ah. Uhhhhh… will I get detention for saying yes?”

“Only if you break her heart, think I’ll have you expelled matter a fact.”

“Hehe good thing I would never!” His cocky attitude slipped in.

Well at least Crewel knew his daughter was in more safer hands than he thought before.

[piastappies]

🔮 OPPOSITES ATTRACT

synopsis. a quiet slytherin and a loud gryffindor find themselves on a chilly evening, which results in something unexpected — at least for people around them. the oldest weasley’s daughter finds herself infatuated with nott’s only child and vice versa, even if their worlds seem so different, being apart just doesn’t feel right.

notes. theodore nott x weasley!reader. slightly sunshine x grumpy (pretend you’re a ginger if ur not). part 2 containing the date, thoughts?

theodore nott never thought he would be given a chance to love and be loved, upon all the terrible mistakes he has made. and maybe it seemed silly for a sixteen years old to say, but with an upcoming war, he wasn’t so sure if he could live through it.

theodore nott never thought he would have someone to call his own, someone to help him, when times get tough or someone who would understand him wordlessly. to be fair, theodore nott never thought he deserved anything like that, so the surprise on his face, when he found someone who was involuntarily willing to be his person was enormous.

he was walking around the crowded streets of the city, the dim lighting allowing him to see muggles running around with different expression on every other face he has passed — some of them were happy, cheering the slowly creeping holiday on them, some of them were exhausted and/or angry, probably from trying to find a perfect gift for someone and failing. just watching them gave him some sort of comfort, he had never had to look for gifts too much, his father wasn’t keen on being all festive and christmas was just any other day. the exception itself was looking for presents for his friends, which never had troubled him so much he looked exhausted.

he was in his thoughts, when he felt like he collided with someone. his eyebrows were squinted as he looked down on the red-haired girl, whose face was all red, either from cold or embarrassment. though, there was something so familiar about the girl that made him study her face for a brief second, the tea stain on his unzipped jacket didn’t seem to bother him at all, not as much as the familiarity of the girl.

“oh my god, i am so sorry, sir.” she let out ashamed that she didn’t look where she was going and that she probably ruined someone’s evening with her no sugar, lemon tea. it was then, when the familiar girl finally gave up and looked at the person she rudely bumped into.

“nott?” her words weren’t coated with layers of disgust and regret that out of all the people in london that night, she bumped into theodore nott. her words had surprised and confused undertones, almost as if she didn’t mind seeing him there. now, he obviously recognized his attacker — y/n weasley, a girl he sits behind in history of magic, a twin sister of potter’s best friend, someone who should hate him with burning passion.

“are you alright?” redhead’s question took him off guard.

theo was expecting something else, like a mockery of the fact that he was walking amongst muggles without hexing them all. though to be honest, theodore never hated muggles, well, yeah, he said some stupid shit, when he was younger and he was far from proud, but it was the need to appease his father. he definitely didn’t expect to see the worried manner in her, her brows scrunched as she tried to read his emotions, while standing in front of him in silence.

“theo…?” repeated y/n. he wasn’t alright and he didn’t know if he should show it. for merlin’s sake, he really wanted to get so much things out of his system, but venting to a weasley? he knew better than that — she would probably go around, and spread out the word about everything she heard from him.

nott was about to mumble something in response, when her eyes flickered with concern, demolishing all his justification why shouldn’t he talk to her for longer than needed. she was genuine, not caring that ron and harry weren’t on a good terms with him, she wanted to know, and help if possible.

so, theo simply gave up the act. “uh, no. not really.” he confessed, confirming all the suspicions she got to gather from observing him for a few minutes, when he thought of an answer. her expression changed from concerned to slightly sad, even.

before the boy could realize, he was sat in one of the small coffee shops beside her, a half empty, steamy cup of hot chocolate in his hands as they talked. something was so incredibly off about the way they conversed, first time in a while, he never wanted to conversation to end, just like when he was talking to his friends. his body itched at the thought that soon both of them would have to come to their respective houses and the talk would be just a memory that never happened again.

he had to admit that y/n’s presence was soothing. it was like the smell of a freshly printed new book, a cigarette on a foggy morning, a sensation of someone’s nails gently scratching the inside of his palm. the last one was a habit his mom developed to calm him down before she died, leaving him with an aching need for someone to find out about his perk and do it when he needs.

her muffled laughter filled his ears as he watched the girl cover her lips with a palm, he couldn’t help but smile. the gloomy atmosphere that he brought with his tiny vent was long gone, since she declared it her mission to make him feel better. so, since he wasn’t a big talker himself, she let him listen to all the stories from when she was growing up. even though he never experienced a family like hers, a family that cared for each other, it was comforting.

his eyes darted to the clock hung up on a wall, followed by hers and a long sigh that left his lips. his fingers ran through his curls as he parted his lips to bid goodbyes, though y/n was faster. “we could meet up here some other time, if you want.” she gave him a shy smile, the one he never thought he would see on her face.

y/n weasley wasn’t the shy type of girl, she was a big talker, a smart-ass with witty comebacks and a obnoxiously loud aura coating her small frame, though right now, upon his gaze that wandered around her face for quite some time now, she grew shyer.

“uh.” stuttered theo. “yeah, i guess it’s a good idea.” his reply made her smile go bigger, and in the back of his head, it felt like a reward for the decision he just made, some kind of reassurance that he did something good.

“perfect.” she grinned, taking the two of their cups and taking them to the shop’s kitchen, revealing that either she works there, or she’s just insanely crazy for barging into someone’s workplace as an unwanted stranger. “there’s a fireplace in the back.” weasley added, taking his hand in hers before he could even refuse (he wouldn’t though).

the tips of her long nails gently grazed his palm, when she led him the back, greeting a few of her coworkers. her touch on his skin ached, almost burnt, although if that’s what the insides of a normal, fireplace without floo powder felt like, he could grow to like it, only if a part of her body was pressed against his. few minutes later theo’s hand felt empty as he watched her disappear in green flames, having bid their goodbyes.

***

theo hated that feeling. this warm, strange feeling that coated his heart whenever he thought about the obnoxious gryffindor, who he met at those muggle streets. nevertheless, he found himself unable to think about someone else. he was replying to a letter pansy has sent him, and the only thing he had on his mind was y/n, he wondered if ginny told her about her little getaways with theo’s best friend, if all her brothers got back to their house, and — if she thought about him.

his hands throbbed. his fingers wrapped tightly around the quill, before putting it down on his deck. why on earth would he text her? it was one accidental meeting at some crowded street, one conversation that shouldn’t mean anything to them.

nott squeezed his eyes, the muscles on his face tensed as he focused on the paper in front of him, scribbling down a few words in his neat handwriting. a long sigh has left his lips, his eyes tracing the sentence he wrote for her. shit, why would he even do that? if any of his friends knew, he’d have been doomed — one weasley hanging around their friend group was enough, but he didn’t want to push draco nor blaise’s limits.

on a christmas’ eve, he went out for another walk, slightly hoping in the back of his mind that he’d accidentally bump into her again. this time, theodore would make sure to hear her laugh more often, to see her teeth, when she smiles or to watch as she gets shyer upon his gaze on her face.

his feet got him into a familiar looking café, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion — he couldn’t pinpoint from where he knew the place — and looked around. then, he heard it.

“theo!” a female voice rang in his ears. the boy turned his face, a smile slipping onto his lips as he realized where he was. the god damned café y/n was working at. “what can i get you?” a grin spread across her face, visibly delighted to see him there, almost as if she hoped for it.

her forearms laid on the counter as her body leaned a little closer, her hair pinned up in a ponytail that probably got ruined during her shift from running around the place, having a chat with each customer every now and then, a pinkish tint on her cheeks, maybe from the heat in the back or maybe, because he was there.

it took him a second to realize that he was staring with his mouth slightly parted. “uh—” he stuttered, getting a small, barely audiable giggle in response. “i just came to see you.” he blurted out. thank god his ears were covered by the beanie, because just by saying those six words got him all flustered.

“theo.” his name sounded so well coming from her. theodore wanted to hear it again, again, and again. it was melodic, like most beautiful song he’s ever heared. how could he get so whipped after one hangout?

“i hoped you’d come by.” she confessed shyly. “i have something for you in the back, could you give me five minutes? i gotta tell the manager i’m taking a break.” she beamed at him sweetly, rushing off to the back, taking off the green apron that hung on her waist in the meantime.

when she came back, she was still wearing the café’s shirt with a small, green logo, black jeans, and was carefully walking towards his table with a neatly wrapped package and on a top of that a plate with a big piece of some sort of chocolate cake, two drinks (the same as last time), and a cookie. her hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore, ginger strands falling into her shoulders as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

“you– you got me something?” a question left theo’s mouth, leaving him all surprised — the strange feeling warming him up from the inside. he took a big sip of the hot chocolate in front of him, hardly minding that he burnt his tongue, he didn’t want to say anything stupid. “y/n, we talked once and you… got me something?” he asked once again, not believing his own eyes.

the girl just smiled wider, passing the box towards him. “uh. yeah.” she answered, shrugging. “last time, you said that you never really celebrated christmas the right way, so… please open it.” she tried explaing herself, but gave up at the end, pushing the box further with her fingertips. “please?”

shit.

if she didn’t ask, if she didn’t give him those eyes and that smile. maybe he would be able to refuse, think of some lame excuse that wouldn’t hurt her feelings and give her the box back. but y/n was so sweet, and thought of him hard enough to prepare him a gift.

for half a second, theodore could see something flicker in her eyes, when his lean fingers gently pulled the green ribbon, ripping the gift paper afterwards. the gift turned out to be a sweater, a hand-made one that made the feeling come back to him.

the sweater was dark green, in the similar shade of his tie or the snake symbol on his robes, it had a large, dark blue letter T with a silver outline. his eyes scanned the piece of clothing, the corner of his lips going slightly upwards. “you got me your mom’s iconic sweater?” asked theo.

his mind was filled with different thoughts and emotions right now. he could never call y/n weasley a sweet girl, not because it wasn’t true, but because it would be an understatement — she was the sweetest, or at least somewhere in that range. his cheeks almost hurt from smiling at her, and never in his life nott had felt it.

“actually…” her cheeks started getting a little more pinkish than usual. “it’s based on my mom’s sweaters, i did it on my own. it might not be perfect—" y/n started rambling in nervousness, afraid that the boy won’t be happy about getting a meaningless piece of fabric from her.

“y/n, i love it.” theodore’s words were like honey to y/n’s ears, she gave him a small smile, not really expecting him to gently grab her hand out of sudden. the reason behind it? even theo didn’t know (probably to ease her nerves).

when he realized what he did, he wanted to take his hand back and mutter a quiet apology, the crime scene awkward as much as only possible. although, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the pink on her face intensified, few more minutes of skin-to-skin contact, and she would turn into a tomato, so his hand stayed on hers, taking the chance and intertwining their fingers together.

“would you– uh,” the redhead started, stumbling over her own words, easily losing focus, each time his thumb stroked her hand, a tiny smirk hovering over his lips. “like to, uh, come here once in a while, you know… until the break’s over? keep me company, maybe?”

and he did. how couldn’t he? this girl was constantly on his mind ever since she bumped into him on the streets and spent literal hours at the café.

although, beside just keeping her company during the winter break �� but also at school. he grew so fond of her (and believe me, it worked both ways) that cutting their fresh friendship short was something he couldn’t let happen. so… even though her younger sister was already swaying her way into theodore’s friend group, y/n seemed like a different topic.

theodore nott liked sharing. as unbelievable as it sounds, he really did. whenever he had something he enjoyed, he was willing to share, he was the type of person to give away his last cigarette to one of his friends, but the thought of sharing y/n weasley never crossed his mind. he wanted her all to himself, so… their hangouts always contained just the two of them.

small study dates in the library, late night walks around the courtyard, meet-ups in the room of requirement, picnics in the astronomy tower, while smoking some pot and cigarettes together.

back then, it felt strictly platonic. even if they called it their little dates, nott had a feeling they weren’t moving past the friendship line, while his emotions towards the girl were getting more and more serious. nevertheless, theodore was confident, but not confident enough to ask her out — to confess his silly crush without the fear creeping up on him that y/n would reject him and turn his dreams into nightmares.

***

the weather outside was getting better with each day until spending time inside the castle was unbearable. it was around the time, theo decided to finally push his luck and ask the girl of his dream out. ever since he woke up, he was nervously fidgeting with everything that got to his hands and when then classes were to start, it only got worse.

“you alright, theo?” a whisper left y/n’s mouth as she stood next to him in potions, her elbow nudging him lightly, trying to catch his attention.

merlin. the way his name sounded so wonderful on her tongue. if it wasn’t for the small attention-grabber, he would definitely accidentally ignore the question to daydream about how sweetly her voice is.

“no, i mean– yes, yes i am.” he stuttered. “i just– can i ask you a question?” she nodded, making his stomach turn around. “would you, uh– like to go out to hogsmeade with me? like on a date?” the question left his lips.

his throat went dry as he waited years for an answer (which was actually just about two seconds, theo’s brain just got really dramatic from stress), legs giving up, so he had to lean his palms on the table.

“f’course.” weasley grinned, not minding the blush that spread all over her face, just from the ask. “i thought you’d never ask, really.” she giggled, turning her eyes away for a second, before flashing him another beam of hers.

nott’s face was now bright pink. “i– what?” he was struggling to form a logical sentence. “you wanted me to–?” the boy was supposed to finish his thought, though it didn’t really sit well with snape who interrupted their little talk, postponing it until the evening.

the two of them were walking somewhere outside, laughing about something so insignificant, when the situation from classes popped into his mind. “so… about that date. you really want to?” asked nott.

he expected any kind of answer — yes, no, maybe, you should guess, nah — whatever was only possible. however, the feeling of her lips on his wouldn’t cross his mind. she kissed him. y/n has kissed him, leaving him breathless, when she pulled away.

“does that answer your question?” redhead chuckled, her fingers still curled up against the collar of his white shirt. he shook his head, still mind-blown. “yes, theodore faustus nott, i was dying to hear you ask me out on a date. whatever we have between us, i wanted it to move forward and go on a date with you.”

she laughed. “you really think i’d spend hours crotcheting a sweater for a guy i met few days earlier if i didn’t feel something? theo, i almost passed out when you touched my hand months ago.” another laugh left her lips that were now so close to his, clouding his mind with one certain thing.

upon hearing all those words, the boy couldn’t stop himself anymore, he pressed his mouth against hers, savouring the moment. cherishing the fact that she wanted him like he wanted her.

“the date is still a thing, yeah?” y/n smiled as her nose brushed his.

“you’re gonna love it.” he answered, grinning.

[car-o-line]

Hear me out, tpn trio x reader MODERN AU hcs??? Like, dating them as normal teens going to school nd stuff???

oh ur giving me too much free will with this one😼

Modern Tpn trio dating hcs(part2??)

Emma:

She’s such a cutie omg.

Like she’d want to be around you 24/7/365-

And if she’s not there she’ll just call you.

Your contact in her phone is “Sunshine💛” 😭

If you both go to the same school it’d literally be her heaven.

Every class you have together is a field day for her.

She’s a pda person so hugs and kisses all the time, but if you return that affection she’ll die of happiness.

🧍🏼‍♀️=💀💖

(Thats her dying btw)

Loads, and I mean loads of stupid pet names.

She’d be that kind of gf to plan y’all’s wedding before you even dated.

If someone would’ve hit on you she would literally agree with them😭

“Hey beautiful how you doin-”

“Awe! You think y/n’s beautiful!? Me too, they’re the best bf/gf in the world!!”

Honestly it almost embarrasses you how much dotting she does to you.

But you love her sm that she does deserve a soul for being ginger<3

Norman:

Very calm, very nice, very smart bf.

If you’re almost at an A in any classes he’ll literally stay up with you the whole night just so you get from a B to an A.

I like to think he has the most trouble using a phone out of the trio(because it’s funny) so he’ll just keep your contact as “y/n” to save him the trouble of nicknaming you.

He’s not as clingy as Emma is but if he hasn’t seen you for like, a day, he’ll stay around you more than normal when he does seen you.

Norman isn’t one to cause a scene so if you get hit on he’d literally just grab your hand and leave.

Definitely more of a private affectionate person so he’ll get flustered just by a simple cheek peck in public.

He’d play chess with you ig😒

But even though he loves you he still won’t let you win.

Real men don’t get distracted during chess.

Ray:

Said this in my last one and I’ll say it again, I hope you like books.

If you don’t then he wants a divorce.

If this boy got a phone I think he’d be able to understand how it works in like 2 seconds.

He’d name you “don’t reply even tho s/he cute” in his contacts😭

You wouldn’t even be able to fail a class if you were with him, he’s studying like all the time when he’s at school.

Forces you to read with him.

If you ever got hit on he’d either give them a death glare or give a tired sigh.

Little dates at the cafe.

Sometimes he just barges into your house and does whatever.

“Ray! You can’t just break into my house!”

“The door was open, and I wanted a cookie.”

He knew he was down bad when you actually listened to his rant about all his complaints.

He doesn’t talk much but when he does he lets out all his thoughts.

Isabella approves of y'all's relationship👍

[idanceuntilidie]

i also like that you're rly friendly with requesters:DD

+ idrk how you are doing but remember to take care of your health and improve ur memory unlike me>:...

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Hi thanks! I like my anons and generally everyone so yeah :D I also like being nice

I decided to add ur request to this response so there would be a bigger chance u see that I have finally done ur request! I am sorry it took so long and well enjoy!

this person agreed to make the reader gender neutral!

YAN CHEATER X GN READER

warning/s; yandere behaviours and acts, stalking, mentions of kidnapping and forcing one to be dependent on the other

requests are still open

You grimace looking at your phone. Seen. Of course it was seen, he wouldn't even try to reply. You are hurt. Naturally you try texting again and even calling. You are worried and hell you could be even mad at him but you can’t bring yourself to.

A small thought blossoms in your head.

No, he couldn’t have, right? Of course he couldn’t, he swore he wouldn’t cheat again. He stayed home as much as he could, he worked harder. He became sweet and when “those” times happened he became sweeter. You are stupid, maybe desperate but you can’t be mad forever no? That would be stupid.

You bit your thumb, that small little thought was growing roots. What would you do if he in fact did that again? You stopped, the question danced in front of you laughing in your face. Shit, what would you do? Forgive? A metallic taste fills your senses. Of course you would.

The music blasts loudly, it makes your head spin. You only came to the party since you thought he would come. He didn’t.

You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice someone approaching you.

“Jesus you! What in the world are you doing?”

Someone grabbed your now bleeding hand. You are hurt, odd, you didn’t notice.

“Ginger?”

Ginger grimaced at the sight of blood. Personally you liked the color, but that is beside the point. They sighed, looked at you with disappointment and dragged you back to the loudest place on earth that currently exists; her house. That’s right, you were at a party before you decided to try and get Ciaran here.

You almost forgot.

„You can’t be so careless, what were you doing outside?”

You aren’t sure you want to answer, Ginger has a very short temper. She hates Ciaran with every fiber of her being, hell, she hated him ever since you introduced him to her. At first you didn’t understand why, then those accidents happened. That answered a lot but still you couldn’t get angry at your boyfriend, naturally you forgave him very easily. Ginger said you let him walk over you and maybe she was right.

„I thought Ciaran came since he didn’t reply”

Ginger frowned. You could feel your stomach knot, it felt sickening.

„You, listen, I know you love the guy but look how he is treating you.”

You shamefully looked at the ground as Ginger was dragging you through an overwhelming group of people that had fun. Your stop was at the bathroom where Ginger began to look through the cabinets for the first aid kit.

„I know but-„

„Oh stop it, I really had enough of that fucker. He is destroying you from the inside!”

She huffed as she tried reaching for the very thing she was looking for on the highest shelf. You helped.

„As much as I like you, I can’t just stay here and nod to whatever bullshit he is spewing. He is probably fucking some fucker right now. People who cheat once, do it again.”

She took care of your bleeding thumb. It was a little rough but you could tell she was so annoyed. Not at you of course, at Ciaran. That didn’t make you feel better.

Ginger was right, and that made you feel like shit.

You can’t sleep.

Your once cosy house felt unfamiliar, threatening. You felt like you didn’t know where you are.

Every creak, shadow and murmur made you question if you were truly alone. Were you? You hoped.

It’s been a month since you kicked Ciaran out. You dropped him, like he did you everytime he decided to sleep with some random asshole. He fucked around and found out, the irony.

You couldn’t say you have gotten rid of him completely. He was everywhere, seeing him made you physically unwell. Ginger had to take care of you.

He blew up your phone with messages, photos. He sent you gifts that were still probably rotting outside since you haven’t even tried to move them. Ginger said that they smelled like rotten meat. You didn’t want her to clean that. She has done too much for you already.

There was one time, you recall, few weeks ago when you considered murder. Would it really be that since you only wanted to protect yourself whe he was banging on the door? He was too focused on those to smash any windows luckily.

His screams fill your head now and then.

You swipe the sweat from your forehead. It’s hot.

„Come back!” he yelled, wailing. He sounded like an animal that was getting its stomach slashed. „I was so stupid, look, look! I changed! don’t you believe me?” You didn’t know what the change was, he blocked those people on his phone or told them to fuck off? Why does it matter if he would just come back to them?

You would wail, weak in the knees, your lips dried and sore. „Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone.” Like a mantra, a prayer. You weren’t really religious but would some deity take him away? If that would be the case you would kneel and pray until you fell unconscious.

You feel like you are overreacting. It’s funny. Your eyes wander to the corner of your room. There was someone sitting on the chair next to your desk. They were sprawled out on your chair, you smiled.

„Ginger?” you rasp out. „Did you seriously fall asleep while you were supposed to watch over me?” You kind of regret taking that nap, even if you felt slightly better.

Ginger didn’t reply, you can’t hear her breathe.

Despite your body yelling at you to stay in bed you get up to turn on the light. That usually woke Ginger up but when you turned it on, the silence remained. Slowly you turned around and were met with the sight of blood. It blossomed on the carpet, Gingers t-shirt. Your eyes slowly followed the source, someone slashed her throat.

You felt sick, dizzy. The fever didn’t help, ir was so fucking hard to think.

You need to get out of here.

You want to turn around but someone graps you and hugs you very close. They stink of sweat and blood.

„Sorry honey, had to do something. Why Are you up? You are burning. Here I will help.”

A scream cought in your throat, painful. Who is that? Why did he kill Ginger?

You were turned around to face the killer. Ciaran. Fucking Ciaran. You wanted to scream, to cry or run. He only smiled as he swung at you, knocking your unconscious.

You wished you died that night.

[peaxhxhair]

Love/Hate Relationship || Moira O'Deorain 

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Gn! Reader Warnings: Moira, Experiments. ONE mention of M*uga. (probably incorrent scientific terms and processes) Word Count: A/n: Moira ur so hot plz don't die :)) Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST

"What exactly do you think you're looking at?" You hear moira call from across the room. Your eyes lock with hers as she turns around - and you can't help but grin at her. She rolls her eyes at you, returning to her work - though still being able to feel your eyes on the back of her head.

"You look good in that lab coat~" She gives no response to your words, though you had an idea of what her reaction was. You were aware that she wasn't into you - but oh were you into her.

Ever since you had joined Talon, you had only had eyes for the geneticist. She was aware of it - as were everyone else in Talon. The rest of them didn't find it half as annoying as she did though.

Moira O'deorain was not interested in anything other than science, there was no doubting that. In fact, the only reason you were even allowed into her lab was because you had agreed to her doing her science stuff on you.

Well, now Moira was probably wishing someone would whisk you away to do the work she knew you had yet to complete.

"Do you ever cut your nails?" She hears your voice again, slightly muffled as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

Even if she was turned away, you could still see the nails on her decaying hand were a lot longer than those on the other. It had to be uncomfortable. Then again, Moira wasn't exactly the type to favour being comfortable.

"Do you ever close your mouth?" Moira grumbles back, moving to take a look at the screen that was positioned beside your chair - the wires connected to it were attached to your temples in the form of sensors - monitoring you.

"I just like talkin' to you" Moira can't help but roll her eyes at your words, but she does notice something on the screen. Obviously, she had to test the theory.

"At me" She responds, noting down the spike that happens on the screen. Moira seemed to be right about her hypothesis here - whether or not that was good was another question.

You laugh at her words, but nod in agreement. "I enjoy talking at you" You concede. It was rare for the scientist to respond with more than a few words, but you were happy with whatever you could get out of her. She wasn't the most talkative person - though honestly most Talon members were like that. And.. You'd really rather not talk to Mauga...

"Look at this" Moira spins the screen around to show you after a moment, pointing to the high points in the wavelength. Another one shows up on the screen after a second, though how science-y the screen looked made you very confused.

"This-" She sighs, annoyed that you didn't seem to understand something you weren't even qualified for. Her finger moves to the newest wave, and you notice how she grimaces before continuing. "Is your Gamma waves - or your concentration" The idea of having to dumb it down seemed pretty inconvenient for her, but she powered through. "It seems as though you're more attentive when I am talking" It was clear that the whole idea was almost unbelievable to her - if the evidence hadn't been in front of her.

Though, you can't help but chuckle - maybe not at her, but at the idea. "I could've told you that, doc"

The ginger scowls slightly as she turns the screen around again. "Maybe you should listen when I'm telling you to be quiet, then" Her words always had a way of making you laugh, even if you knew that she was being deadly serious. You have to lean a little to your left for her to rid your head of the sensors. She does it rather harshly, but who are you to complain?

"Admit it, Moira. You like me a little~"

"Get out"

[your-nanas-house]

LOVE UR PAGE SMMM😭

if you feel like/have time would you be down to write something abt Jerome and a psychiatrist reader?

if you don't like the idea or anything just ignore this :))

AWWWW THANK YOU! for the compliments and the request. I really miss our Romie 🥺 he isn't as famous as he used to be lately. Our poor baby 😭 Sorry if it took me so long, dear.

Just a kiss for Christmas

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X psychiatrist!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, Jerome Valeska..we know how our lovely crazy ginger is, kiss, unexpected touch, flirting.

◇ Summary: Jerome is locked in Arkham but he still wants a Christmas gift.

�� Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Credits to the owners of the pictures.

Finally after the last patrol of the guards, two stopped in front of Jerome's cell who was waiting impatiently in front of his door, his hazel eyes carefully observing whoever passed in the corridor.

He was adorable, despite being a known and feared serial killer, with a childish but sadistic personality.

He really looked eager and excited that day, maybe for the upcoming festivity or the session he was about to have with his psychiatrist— a she psychiatrist, like Jerome kept pointing out at every patience there.

Miss Y/l/n, a young psychiatrist that was pretty good at her job, treating everyone with respect and professionalism even in a madhouse like that. 

In all his staying, the ginger never felt the want or need to see a doc there but everything was different with his Y/n. He was kind of smitten, to not say obsessed.

That's why he was so excited to go on Christmas Eve for a session with her, thus spending an hour alone in the room talking about himself while sneakily trying to hit on her, even though it never worked. But a man had his needs, hadn't he?

His pace was fast as he walked, carrying with him his diary, holding it tightly in his strong big hands till they  finally arrived at their destination.

The door slowly opened, allowing him to step in and sit innocently at the table, handcuffs still around his wrists and ankles— he looked like an innocent child in that moment, just waiting with a puppy face that broke as soon as Y/n moved closer to the table 

“Why are you acting like that, Jerome?” she asked, not managing to hold back her own smile while she sat down in front of him

“Nothing, doll…I mean Doc” he replied smoothly, a smirk slowly creeping on his scared face.

His gloved hands kept resting on the table, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved his fingers tapping the surface there.

.

After the session, which went pretty good, almost too good…Y/n took a moment to look at him for a couple of seconds, just staying in silence— just waiting for something to happen, to understand the reason for Jerome's weird behavior.

“So?” The beautiful psychiatrist asked, leaning closer to him, allowing her arms to rest on the table that way— her eyes still scanning his freckled face

“So what, Doc?” Jerome replied smugly, moving carefully his hands to search something in his pockets while she was still studying him

“What's on your mind, huh? Searching for another reward since you were such a good boy?” She asked in a soft but teasing voice.

Well, it was actually like that.

Jerome pulled quickly out what looked like a broken mistletoe and moved it between them as best he could, letting her hold it above their heads for him

“Been a good boy all week, doll. Lil'ol’ me isn't on ya naughty list this year” he murmured, smiling slowly with his scared lips, his smile big and almost scary for someone who wasn't used to it.

He received no response for a couple of minutes, his psychiatrist just kept watching him with a serious expression before finally cracking and nod

“You've been pretty good, yes…guess you really earned this Christmas gift, huh?” She murmured, mostly to herself before she leaned closer.

Jerome did the same as soon as she saw her lean in, he was still tied but he managed to connect their lips in a french kiss, slipping his tongue as best he could in her mouth to taste her— his handcuffed hands cupping her clothed breasts when she was focused on returning the forceful kiss.

“Jerome! Should have expected it…still a naughty man with a puppy tricky face” she joked softly, not really made at his childish antics.

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[calicofurball3]

Hello! I saw your astrology game 😆 here is my vedic chart. I wish you all luck with your blog ✨️Thank you sooo much 💕✨️

Heyy there, tysm for the well wishes!🥺💗 Just to let you know, the particular chart that you’ve sent is in the placidus and not the whole sign system, although I’ve considered it in the latter aspect while making these predictions😊

I also did notice that the Asc, Dsc, IC and MC in the chart is quite close to the cusp of the houses. Since this isn’t quite common, I’ve read somewhere that if it were the case, one should confirm that the time of birth is as accurate as possible. This is because even tiny difference in minutes/seconds could change you’re ascendant and hence the whole chart. It may end up feeling like you don’t resonate with the reading at all. So I just wanted to clarify that as well😅

(Do note that asteroids, Pluto, Uranus and Neptune aren’t considered in sidereal astrology, so I wouldn’t be considering them)

Ascendant in Scorpio, in the Anuradha nakshatra could mean that you have a well structured, defined face, with sharp features. It’s also possible that ppl might’ve obsessed over your looks, or wanted to have similar features as the ones you have😭

This along with other placement in the chart is giving a lot of model vibes🎀✨ 

With mars aspecting the first house, you could have a slightly reddish undertone to ur skin, or MAYBE ginger hair? You may possibly have scars or acne as well perhaps. You’re likely to be a physically active person, who enjoy working out, sports or other physical activities. 

With Sun in 9th in pushya nakshatra, you’re father could’ve been quite supportive and close to you, probably more closer than you’re mother. With Ketu in the 9th with the Sun, that too in cancer, it MAY be that you’re dad sometimes could have fulfilled the role of your mother as well? Or she could’ve been not present in ur life often, probably quite busy with work or so. It could also be that you and your mother have different ideologies that there’s a lack of understanding of one another perhaps. 

Sun conjunct Ketu in 9th vibes lots of karmic vibe with the father. Sun being the 10th house lord in 9th could suggest luck from career in ur life. It’s also possible that you may be working in the same field as your mother perhaps. 

Mrcury in the 9th with Sun and Ketu suggest that you could be extremely curious. You may love to dig deep abt stuff that you find interesting, knowledge that’s hidden (like esoteric subjects, or even secrets for instance) and spiritual knowledge. 

You could also be extremely smart, and may enjoy activities like solving puzzles, mysteries, escape rooms and so on. With mercury being the 11th house lord, you could potentially earn from these interests of yours as well if you’ve wanted to.

A Leo Saturn in 10th house suggests you could have karma to serve others. You may work in government related organizations, or ur job could have something linked to the government. It’s also likely that you MIGHT have faced some sort of defamation in workspace, career or public. 

Saturn being the 3rd house lord here could mean that you may have trouble with communication in ur workspace, it’s possible that you could be in an authoritative position and ppl may find your words quite bossy? This may also suggest u need to put in efforts into career in order to climb the professional ladder but it gets better as years pass on. All ur achievements that recieve recognition would be through your sheer hard work. 

I do get the vibe that you may be involved in the healthcare/ teaching/ government/ beauty industry in the professional sphere. Saturn being 4th house lord as well, work place may feel like ur second home lol. In the literal sense of it, you could even be doing a remote, work at home job. If not this, it may be possible that you might lack time to spend at home cuz you’re too busy at work. 

Rahu in the 3rd house suggests that you may be able to speak or learn multiple languages easily. It is considered a pretty good placement in astrology, and amplifies the courage in you. You could have lot of siblings too perhaps. This might sound a little random but, with this placement, you may come up with great clap back to insults (esp since it’s in Capricorn)😭😭

9th house moon in 12th could very well indicate higher education abroad, infact you could get lucky and attract more opportunities in foreign lands. With moon in the nakshatra of Vishaka here, you may find yourself at the crossroad of choices often in ur life. You could also worry a lot about your purpose in life, that you MAY have anxiety or such as well. 

Moon in the 12th, you restrict ur emotions a lot, holding it in. You may feel embarrassed to showcase ur emotions, or fear being emotionally vulnerable in front of people. You may love the finer luxury in life, since it’s in libra, but you could have a tendency to overindulge in them as well. This is a highly intuitive placement, you could possibly have vivid or prophetic dreams as well. I am getting the vibe that you’re mom may be quite distant from this placement.

7th lord Jupiter in 4th indicate that your FS maybe from the same hometown, or somebody that you could meet through family, or family functions. You could feel at home with your FS. Since 7th lord is in Aquarius, they may be someone who questions traditional practices. It’s possible that you’re meeting or union may be unconventional lowkey. 

Jupiter being in Danishta also suggest that you or your FS may know how to sing or play an instrument, possibly taught from a young age. Jupiter being the 5th lord could also suggest that you love kids and could make a great mom as well (if you’re a woman). It’s possible that you may date ur FS for a long time before getting married.

Ascendant lord Mars in 7th, especially in a moon nakshatra, people could find you quite hot. You may have a physical physique that lot of ppl desire to have. Although mars is in Taurus here, you or ur FS might be quite stubborn as well😅 

Mars in the 7th is considered Manglik (unfavorable) in Vedic astrology. It’s believed to cause obstacles and delay for marriage. But do note that this placement alone won’t determine ur entire marriage life (need to check D9 chart as well). You’re FS could also be quite attractive. 

Since mars is in Taurus, you could be someone who puts a lot of effort or energy into maintaining your physical appearance and attaining the finer things in life.

If you’re into starting a business or getting into any legal contract, you may get into conflicts involving those ppl. Since 7th house lord Venus is in 8th, business partnerships and relationships could undergo lots of up and downs. 

You may undergo lots of transformation through relationships. It’s also possible that you or your FS may not express love/ feelings openly? You could be someone who hesitate to get into relationships or confess ur feelings without analyzing it thoroughly (perhaps cuz of hurtful experiences in the past). Venus in the 8th suggest that ur FS could be well off financially as well.

Since Venus is in Gemini here, you may love to hear gossip or exclusive tea abt others😭😭

Venus in the nakshatra of Mrigashira makes you a very curious person. This along with mercury conjunct sun in 9th makes you someone who loves to explore different subjects, you could be really into occult/healing as well.

Thats about it! I hope you found it useful💗🌸

Feel free to leave a feedback and let me know how accurate the reading was!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi mousey! i hope ur having a good day! :]

if it’s not too much to ask, may i request the farmer reacting to haley (or the bachelorettes) wearing their clothes?

Sorry, dear anon, but your ask confused me a bit. Farmer's reaction? That's probably not what you meant, as everyone has their own individual OC Farmer who will react differently to a situation. I mean, Farmer (in game) kinda have a canon but still... Maybe you meant like "the bachelorettes react to the Farmer catching them in their clothes"? Hope I got it right. Thanks for the ask! 💖

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Penny:

Penny didn't understand why she did it. She finds it hard to explain the logic of her action, but the feel of the Farmer's clothes on her body, their scent helps the ginger girl not feel so alone. Their long t-shirt gives Penny a reminder that her Farmer will be back from their adventures soon, that they'll be okay, that they love her, and she'll always be waiting for them to come back. "I'm home, love." And when did Farmer have time to return so soon? Or had the young teacher been so engrossed in her book that she hadn't noticed how quickly the time had flown by. From the Farmers' smile and their stares, Penny immediately realized what they were trying to say. Her cheeks flushed, but she would no longer hide her face in embarrassment behind the pages of her book, no. Instead, she would look her spouse in the eye, and with all the tenderness and love she could muster say, "I missed you..."

Haley:

The first time Farmer caught their blonde wife in their clothes was in the kitchen early in the morning. Haley was standing at the stove making an omelette for breakfast, and she was wearing Farmer's shirt, which was a size too big for her, but she didn't really care. The cloth was soft and nice, and it smelled like her partner (thankfully not like the grass she was allergic to). When Haley heard her spouse's voice from the other room, she pretended to be heavily absorbed in making breakfast. Finally the Farmer walked into the kitchen to ask if Haley had seen their shirt, but immediately stopped when they found what they were looking for. "Breakfast is ready, dear" the blonde said, giving the most innocent look, but her cheeks still poured a slight blush under Farmer's gaze. It would seem, what was so special? But Haley, their beautiful, smart and funny Haley, dressed in their clothes, with a smile on her face and red cheeks, were to Farmer the most beautiful sight they had ever seen.

Abigail:

Abigail's eyes just glistened with delight when she saw the new adventurer's uniform on Farmer. Comfortable, leather armor, long red cloak, lots of belts with a holder of small elixirs, long boots with shields... So cool! Oh, and Farmer looks good~ The purple-haired girl knows that Farmer needs these clothes to keep themself safe in the Mines, but she was so eager to try them on, which she did sneakily while her spouse was in town on business. Abby admires herself in the mirror from every angle, now and then posing and getting into battle stances with her steel sword. "You look wonderful," Abigail almost dropped the weapon from her hands in surprise, turning around to the source of the voice. Farmer stood near the door, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the sight before them. Abigail began to feign indignation about someone peeking, to which Farmer smugly remarked, "someone took their clothes." But as they joked lightly with each other, Farmer pulled a something out of the bag and handed it to Abby. It was another adventurer's outfit, and she showered Farmer with hugs and kisses.

Leah:

Since Leah moved to the farm after her marriage, she has never known what it's like to be cold without in her small cabin. But it's a winter right now, and you want to wrap yourself in a warm blanket or a cozy sweater and drink a cup of hot coffee. The coffee is ready, but there is no blanket nearby. Leah's violet eyes immediately focused on Farmer's sweater that was lying on the chair. She reached for the cloth and immediately put it on. Usually sweaters are scratchy, but this one was so cozy and soft that the artist closed her eyes at the pleasant feel of the fabric against her skin. When the Farmers entered the living room half an hour later and placed their cup of tea on the table, they sat down beside a sleepy Leah, gently tucked her ginger curl behind her ear, and smiled warmly. "I'll never see that sweater now, will I?" "Yep." But Farmer didn't mind that at all.

Emily:

Every day Emily's mind is filled with new sewing ideas. How many different dresses and shirts she can create, how many new accessories can come out from under her sewing needle. So many good ideas! Almost all of the items that Farmer's wear are handmade by their hardworking wife. The quality of the fabric is always the best, the selection of colors always harmonious, clothes for all occasions. At times, she glances a newly sewn thing and her soul can't get enough of how perfect and successfully she has created these clothes. She even wonders if she should switch up her look this week, like the Farmer's clothing style? She tries on their clothes and examines herself closely in the mirror. Oh yeah, it's not bad at all! So - she needs to sew again, but this time for herself. Emily didn't immediately notice that the Farmer had been watching her for about five minutes now, and the adoration with which they were looking at the always positive Emily. "That sure looks good on you."

Maru:

Oh, no... Her latest invention got machine oil all over her clothes. Now Maru needs to wash them. But the rest of her clothes are also washed and not yet dry. Now what to do? Hmm... Although, what is there to think about - Farmer's shirt and pants are lying on the bed, so the young inventor doesn't need to worry any further. Maru figured that Farmer wouldn't mind, since she was in such trouble. Speaking of the Farmer, here they were, standing in front of Maru. The girl immediately explained the situation and asked if the Farmer minded? Mind? By the look of their red cheeks, they're all for it! Farmer has to admit that the Maru look so good in their clothes that they even think about faking a random event with machine oil again.... What? Ah... probably shouldn't have said that out loud, as Maru raised an eyebrow questioningly. But then she said, "The clothes are comfortable and I don't mind to wear, so no need to ruin the rest of your stuff with machine oil."

[arrowlantern]

Fav fruits tierlist?

AHHH TYSM MOOT i am SO glad you ask. here is the basic list and i put all the extra insane dia fruit info under the cut so that people don’t get a headache trying to scroll past it

I am God tier: fruits that are THE fruit. nothing can ever be more of a fruit than these fruits are. pinnacles of excellence, unable to be replicated or improved on. Literally have never had a bad sample of these

— GRAPES (red + green)

there’s something about biting into a crisp fresh big grape that makes you remember why being alive is so great and amazing. the birds are chirping the sun is shining i remember to brush my hair and visit the library

— BLUEBERRIES

the average individual who is not a fruit connoisseur like i am typically does not understand the complexities of the blueberry. “it’s flavourless” “it’s boring” IT IS A STAPLE. TO ALL FRUITKIND. they are delicious as a topping on confectionaries, for breakfasts, and even frozen during hot summers. nothing does it like they do okay

— NECTARINES

a recent contender actually. i will recommend to everyone who sees this post to order a slightly unripened one and eat it asap. the texture is like an apple but somehow softer and the flavour is unlike anything to ever exist

the Rapture tier: i may not be like super religious or whatever (sorry nana) but sometimes a fruit will hit ur tastebuds and get you dancing to invisible music and angels like the rats from the Ratatouille movie

— STRAWBERRIES

should’ve been god tier Honestly but once i was out picking them with my grandmother in like. 2017, bit into one and there was a big ol slug inside it. no hate to the slug btw i totally would also want to live in a fruit as scrumptious as the strawberry however i am lowk traumatized from that experience

— CANTALOUPE

hell i don’t even know where to start. but if fruits were anthropomorphic i would date the fuck out of a cantaloupe. we serve them on fruit platters for catering at work and when they come back we are sometimes allowed to snack on them. i LUNGE for the cantaloupe slices like some secret assassin is five seconds from my location and devour it. makes me feel like a demon tho so it got bumped down also

— LEMONS

idk man i love lemon everything. truly the best artificial flavour to ever exist. if motor oil tasted like lemon i would slurp that shit up. getting my teeth cleaned? lemon pls. drink of choice? lemonade don’t play with me now. hungry? let me eat the zest part first okay

— RASPBERRIES

me and my sister fight each other over the raspberry pints like we’re the two weird ginger guys from gladiator 2. enough said

— WATERMELON

if i ever need to drink water i eat watermelon. idk how fruit can be so yummy but also hydrating. kinda like the fruit version of humans if u think abt it… am i committing fruiticide?

Ascending to heaven and Yummy tiers are both quite similar tbh. the main difference in my mind is that if the wicked witch offered me a basket of poisoned fruit and it was from the Ascending tier, i would eat it and die. technically i’d die eating a kiwi regardless of the poison status (allergies 😓) but i eat mangos all the time anyways so they can’t be that bad

ye ol reliable is literally just what we have in the house regularly. you may ask “dia why the hell do ur parents have apricots and not idk. red apples” and all i have to say in return is idk either man. my dad likes fitness + smth about green apples and pears appeal to him. for some reason. it baffles us all

onto the apocalypse… i try to be kind and not hate any specific fruit bc i am a fruit connoisseur as stated above. but there is only so much even i can tolerate u know? we used to grow figs in the backyard and my dad would make us eat them until i googled a pic and found out wasps die in them and STAY there. cried until i threw up + he took pity on me. and let me just say right now if somepony handed me a coconut i would concuss myself with it and DIE. not a fan

[addedsugars]

sodaa !! can i pls hear anything u want to share or say abt ur dgm insert !! im rly all ears !! (@dmclr)

HIIIII CLARA HIII thank you so much honestly... I have so many thoughts cause none of my friends are into d gray man and there for have. no idea what I'm talking about!

this is a long post so have some songs I listened to while writing it <:3

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I was going to make this like a big lore post but I realized there's a bunch of things I wanna figure out first and a bunch of things I'd have to explain and I don't wanna leave this in my ask box for. Months! So instead I'm gonna use this post to talk about my current design process hell. I'm like aware self insert designs don't need to be complicated or directly match the source material but. Mine does actually! No it can't just be me it needs to fit with the LORE

a big problem I've been having recently is colors... I would consider my s/I to be like... part of the main quartet to some extent and all of them have main colors I associate with them.

Allen is generally white or a pale grey but I could understand if someone argued for red because of his scar and arm, but red is more an accent color than a main color for me. when illustrated in a simpler way Hoshino will usually focus on including his pale-ness before his red accents so I consider that more important in his color hierarchy

Lenalee is obviously purple. her hair is canonically black but whenever hoshino stylized her its just. purple. and she also has purple eyes either way. shes purple.

Lavi's in an orangey red or just orange in the a very "He is a ginger." type way. you could also just say his color is ginger and i'd be like. yeah.

and then finally, Kanda's is very much blue, even in canon I think during the Alma arc when he went insane his hair turned blue. even if that wasn't true, like Lenalee his eyes are blue is canon, and when given the chance his hair is also stylized as blue.

that being said when the characters are so clearly color-coded I find it important to also color code my self insert a little which leads to the dilemma of: which color do I give them?

i know my blog's theme might lead one to believe otherwise but my favorite color is red, so of course that was my first choice, but even with red not being Allen's main color. it's still very prominent in his palette and felt like stepping on his toes a little, plus even excluding Allen, Lavi will often stray into red and i don't want to deprive him of that versatility in my art just to differentiate the two color-wise. there is the option to make them into more of a pinkish red so when i push Lavi into more red, they'd become more pink so palette-wise they stand out from each other but I'm iffy on that.

this is also to say it isn't unheard of for characters to share a main color but it's usually with purpose. Like Alma's main color is arguably blue but i think that's purseful seeing as Kanda and Alma's stories are extremely intertwined. it shows that they're connected to each other in a way others aren't, these two characters' bond is unique.

I also like to think that Kanda and Lanelee having similar colors with Kanda occasionally slipping into more indigo than his usual blue shows that they have a unique bond in their own way too but :3c that's more just wishful thinking on my part...

Allen's mentor Cross's main color is red, which very much makes sense to me with Lavi and Allen's dubious claims to red as their central color since all three of these characters have a connected history. I would get into how the histories are connected but then this post would NEVER END so we can't do that. not today at least.

that being said I DID consider my self insert blue as a central color because my character is obviously very connected to Kanda, but I didn't like the idea of them having the exact same shade of blue so I thought of making it maybe a little lighter or a little darker. i also did not like that though because it reminded me too much of one of my moots ships. WHICH IS NO SHADE TO THEM BTW I love his ship a lot and that's partly why I think my brain has decided they have a claim over that specific color combo.

besides even if all of the above wasn't true I think Alma and Kanda's bond is very specific and unique and I feel like sharing their color might... intrude upon that instead of building upon it, if that makes sense? My s/i is still connected to BOTH in a way but, at the beginning of their relationship especially, not in the way they're connected to each other. I don't like the idea of them signifying a sense of unity with Kanda by sharing a central color with him when that's simply not true for them until WAY later. maybe they'd wear each other's colors to show that or something...

At the moment I'm really considering yellow for multiple reasons...

an orangey yellow to be specific! partly because it would still connect them to Kanda and Alma in a weird way of being their opposite of the color wheel but also showing their distance by again, being their opposite. i think it also goes with some design themes I was playing. them being a warm yellow in contrast to Kanda's cool blue... i also liked the idea of their ability to involve a flash of light somehow. especially since i planned to make them light-sensitive and get migraines like meee :). its funny to me.

i believe that is all my thoughts for now!! at least the coherent ones. i might post some design concept later... for nyow, thank you for coming to my ted talk! like genuinely if you read all this thank you!!! i talk a lot.

[seriously-nobody]

Love's Dark Afflictions

Chapter 2

Warnings: romance, murder, death, gore, blood, optional smut not depicted but there is a link if ur interested

Preface: No spoiling this one, just remember to check the warnings.

You and Florence start out at high noon, and ride in silence until you reach the river. The sun shines through the old oak trees and illuminates the leaves and Spanish moss in mid-afternoon orange. A cool breeze wafts delicious scents of pastries, breads, cakes, and pies, to your nose, telling you that you’re close. “Ah I always love the smells when coming here.” Florence says wistfully. “It is quite delightful.” You say smiling. Then just as you round a corner, you see the grist mill bakery, with its water wheel turning in the river beside it. You tie up your horses on a pair of unique looking hitching posts that have the head of a white stallion with a bit in its mouth as the hitch. You open the door for Florence and the doorbell rings as you open it and walk inside. “A customer!” A voice says from above you, and footsteps are heard walking over to a small spiral staircase. A smaller statured woman with ginger hair wearing a tattered old shirt and apron covered in flour, descends down the steps. “Ah, Florence, how nice to see you again. Oh, and who’s this looker?” She asks, looking at you. “Y/n L/n,” You say, taking their hand. “A pleasure to meet you.” You kiss the back of their hand with a smile. “Show off.” Alistair huffs at you with intense jealousy. “Oh my, well what can I do for you.” she says bashfully. “Just here for the usual order of pastries is all.” You say releasing her hand and leaning against the counter. Florence hands over the list to Mrs. Moonie and she reads it over. “I can get those out for you in just a moment.” She says with a wink and walks back to a large pie cabinet in the corner. “You didn’t tell me you were such a charmer.” Florence nudges you. “It’s a fine tool and I only use it when necessary.” You say looking at Florence through your eyelashes, making them blush and turn away for a moment. You giggle at their shyness and walk over to look at a bread rack. “Remember what you’re here for.” Alistair says. “The theatrics are for a reason, Alistair. If I charm them enough, they’ll bend to my every will.” You say under your breath, but you feel Alistair’s disbelief. “It would make it easier to kill them if they trusted me when I told them to pull off the road, would it not?” you whisper. “Ugh, I suppose it would.” Alistair huffs in defeat. “I understand your jealousy but I promised you would have fun later, did I not? By these means, you shall have it, just allow me to work.” you reassure him. “Fine.” He sighs. “Order’s all ready.” Mrs. Moonie says placing a wicker basket with a hinged top on the counter. “Ah, perfect.” Florence says, taking the basket. “I put an extra scone in there for the charmer.” She says giving you a wink. “Aww, you didn’t have to.” You say. “Don’t worry, I baked a few extra this batch anyway. But do come back when you can, I’d love to chat with you anytime.” She says. “Then expect me soon.” You say, opening the door for Florence. “Good evening Mrs. Moonie.” Florence says with a wave, walking out the door. “I’ll be seeing you, Florence.” she says and you close the door behind you. 

Florence ties the basket to the horse’s saddle while you untie your horses. The sun is almost upon the horizon when you get back on your respective horses and start out on the road again. “I suppose I lost track of the time, we should hurry back.” Florence worries. “Afraid of the dark? Don’t worry, the stable boy gave me a lantern.” You reassure them. The ride goes smoothly as the sun sets and you light a lantern for the path ahead. After quite a while, you come to a crossroads and stop the horses. “What is it?” Florence asks. “Which direction did we come from again? Was it North East or East?” You ask, pretending like you can’t remember the directions. “It was North East I believe.” Florence says. “Are you quite sure?” You ask, making her question her judgment. “Oh, now that’s clever.” Alistair says. “I- Well… I’m unsure.” She says. “I say we go east and if we find we don’t recognize the road, then we head back here and go north east.” You say. “A-alright.” Florence says, becoming more confused. You turn your horses in to the East and ride for about 30 minutes out until Florence breaks the silence. “I don’t think I recognize this road, I think we should turn back.” They say stopping their horse. “Hmm, I don’t recognize it either, but we aren’t turning back.” You say dismounting your horse and keep the reins in hand. “What are you doing?” Florence asks. “I hate to ruin your trust in me, but I’m the highway robber,” You say, taking out your black cloak and bowing with a flourish. “Well, not a robber, per say. All that I’m stealing is your soul.” You finish, taking your dagger out of your boot. Florence just looks at you dumbfounded and you take the reins of the horse so they can’t flee. “Get off the horse.” You demand in a tone you have never used or even heard before. “Oh, now this is what you were made for.” Alistair says. They dismount and begin to cry. “Ugh, stop your crying. It’s pathetic. And don’t make any attempts at running, I shoot to cripple, not to kill.” You say finally showing your true colors. You take the basket of pastries and toss it onto the ground so they spray out onto the road. With your dagger you carve the initials of a highwayman you heard about in the papers, JA for John Alexander, into the leather of the saddle on Florence’s horse and then let go of the reins. You slapped it and it reared back, neighing, then galloped off into the dark beyond. “W- What are you going to do to m- me?” Florence stuttered out between sobs. “Well whatever I do, you definitely aren’t coming back from it I can assure you that.” You say in a sort of reassuring way. You untie the rope from your bag and tie Florence’s arms together with it. “Alistair you may materialize now, if you’d like.” You say with a firm grip on Florence’s restraints. He materializes next to you from the top hat down. “You brought me such a cute little gift.” He says and you smile at him while Florence stares gaping at him, so you take a handkerchief out of your waist coat and tie it around their mouth while they have it open to keep them muffled. “I know no one would hear you this far out, but I don’t want any ringing in my ears when this is over. Now where should we start?” You ask, toying with the dagger in your hand. 

“How about the legs. Tougher to run while injured.” Alistair suggests. “Hmm. Very sensible.” You say, and almost in an instant you pull out your already loaded flintlock, cocking it, and shoot a hole through their left ankle. They scream in agony at the sudden searing pain and fall to the ground. They almost take you with them, but you let go of their restraints before they can. “Mmm,” Alistair hums beside you, “how I missed the screams.” Florence writhes on the ground in pain, face soaked from sobbing, and ankle at an unnatural angle now covered in fresh red blood. “They can still limp if they really want to escape.” You say displeased. “Let’s try the other one then, shall we.” Alistair suggests. You reload your flintlock with haste. “No, please, just kill me.” You kick their legs apart so you can get a good aim, “That would be a kindness.” You say and blow another hole, this time through their right knee and blood gushed out onto their clothes and the dirt. Florence cries again but then they grow quiet. “Sounds like they’re slipping away.” Alistair points out. “Oh no, you’re not leaving us just yet.” You say hoisting them up under their arms, making sure to only get blood on your cloak. You drag them to the side of the road, laying them against the base of a tree. They look at you through hazy and lidded eyes, like they’re about to faint from the pain and blood loss. “How should we finish this then? It’s not fun when they aren’t screaming and begging.” You say, mulling over all your options. “How about, the hatchet?” Alistair asks, and your ears perk up. “Well how was it for you?” You ask, intrigued. “It did take a few chops, my staff had terrible aim. But I’m sure you have a much better swing than those goons.” He says. “Might as well try.” You say and take a good swing at their throat and blood sprays everywhere, while making perfect contact with their jugular. It cuts clean through, just as Alistair said, and their head rolls off the end of the hatchet to the ground, and settles between their bloody legs. The rest of their body slumps back against the tree as the hatchet stays fully embedded in the tree. 

You breathe heavily as your heart races in your chest from the adrenaline, your eyes are wide, and your pupils dilated. You watch as a steady flowing cascade of blood gushes out from their neck and drenching the rest of their body below. Alistair stares at your face as you’re entranced by the sight of your crimes. “What?” You pant, feeling his eyes on you, but keeping yours on the corpse… the fresh one that is. But he doesn’t answer. He reaches out and turns your chin to him and his features portray a deep adoration. Slowly, he steps in close, cups your blood splattered cheek, pulls his arm around to the small of your back. “I love you more than murder, my dear.” He whispers and kisses you deeply. You take a moment to process but then close your eyes and lean into the kiss, finally openly accepting your love for him and not shying away from it. You coil your arms around his waist as he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, smearing streaks of blood across your face as he does. It feels like he begins to levitate. With his cloak billowing in a ghostly wind, he dips you perfectly and it feels like the world falls away and you could live or die in this moment forever with him. He parts from you, and you gaze into his glittering golden eyes for just a moment more while he slowly floats back down. "You are more than I could've ever wanted out of life. It's just unfortunate it had to be after my demise." Alistair says, holding you close to him. 

Optional smut scene: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50721625/chapters/128128714

"We need to clean this up. Before a real highway robber finds us." You say, going back to your bag and grabbing the oil flask and lighter. You walk back to the decapitated cadaver of Florence Huet, take off your cloak, and lay it over their head. You pour out the flask over it, dropping the flask on it when it's drained. You grab your lighter but remember a very crucial detail. You turn to Alistair and take the dagger from your boot, "Stab me." You say handing the hilt to Alistair. "I beg your pardon?" He looks at you confused but intrigued at you. "I need to look like I've been a victim of highway robbery. Don't pierce anywhere vital though, I still need to ride back to the mansion." You say, and Alistair takes your dagger in hand with a mischievous grin. "Ah, understood." He says, and swiftly slices a thin but noticeable cut across your cheek. You hiss and hold your hand up to the cut. "I said stab me, not give me cuts!" You exclaim. "There needs to be signs of struggle." He says, and before you can retort he swipes your forearm. You thrash your head back. "Stop it." You grit your teeth. "If it doesn't look like you fought back then they won't believe that you got out alive." He says smiling wider and slices the back of your hand. "Enough!" You yell and try to get the dagger from Alistair. But as you step forward to take it, he buries the blade in your thigh. You still from the sudden stinging pain and your anger fizzles away into shock. "Don't worry, it only looks bad." He says, watching your face as he twists the blade so enough blood seeps out to soak your clothes. You cry out and grasp his shoulder to keep upright. He grins at the pained expression on your face and seems satisfied for now. "There, all bloodied up just as you wished. Unless you believe this isn't enough?" He asks, still keeping pressure on the dagger. "I think anymore, and William would faint." You whimper. Alistair pulls out the dagger swiftly and you wretch in pain. "Keep pressure on it so you don't bleed anymore, or you'll be the one fainting." He says, and you take a spare handkerchief and cup your hand over the wound. 

You turn back to your handy work with your lighter, spark it, and set the oil covered cadaver aflame. You limp back to your horse and struggle to mount your steed. "Need a hand?" Alistair asks mischievously. "If I can't mount my horse, they won't believe that I got away on my own." You say, and finally get atop your saddle. "There, now I need you to be completely dematerialized until I'm fully alone again." You say keeping pressure on your still gushing wound in your leg. "Yes, yes, I know." He huffs and dematerializes. You spur your horse into a full gallop with your good leg. For the rest of the ride, you think about how your performance will play out with William and Madame Leota as your audience. 

Optional smut internal dialog sequence: ^same link as above, just the next scene down^

Chapter 4

[lokissweater]

HONEY ILL ALWAYS COME BACK FROM WAR JS FOR YOUUUU 🫵😣💕 like im tryna show off in war to come home to my wife duh like that’s my sole purpose 😻😻😻

(LET ME PREFACEEEEE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ASK BC IM RESPONDING TO UR RESPONSE TEWWW AND GIVING MY THOTS ON ANNI GUMIIIIIII)

KENTO TAKING CARE OF READER WHILE SHES EXHAUSTED IS SO CUTEEEE (but not exhausted for that knight in shining armor’s sword tho iykyk 😜😜😜) he can spank us all he wants bc he’s a GOOD MAN 😋😋😋

THANK YOU FOR SEEING THE VISION ON EX SUKUNA POOKIE?!?!?! LIKE bro had us and decided to fck around and find out and now we exes, and now he want us back bc he’s down bad and YEARNINNNNGGGGGGG 😣😣😣 either it was emotional constipation (I can totes see this) or some external factor that tore them apart 🙁💔 but like it’s his fault in the end, I’m not taking other answers. Mans needs to GROVEL!!!! 😻😻😻 and band!gojo, he’s so charming… #romanempirefr and THANK YOU FOR THE STRONG READER AGENDA BC GIRLIE NEEDS A BACKBONE TO PUT THAT BITCH INTO PLACE 🫵😋

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, IKKKKKKK you’ll COOK on new au gumi dhekjdowmeke alr drooling thinking abt it 🤤🤤🤤 imagine there’s a caseoh cameo in one of ur fics, I’d cackle tbh (GAMER AU WITH A CHARACTER AND THEY COLLAB W THE CUTESY GINGER HUNK?!?!?! 🫵😻) DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY APPRECIATION TO THE UNIVERSE TO LET ME EXIST AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU TO READ YOUR FICS GIRLLLL 😣😣😣😣😣💕💕💕💕💕💕 I exist solely to read ur fics, period. 😋💕

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I STARTED SOBBING WHEN I READ ANNI MLB!GUMI BC IT HEALED SMT WITHIN ME…

tldr, I acc have an ex from hs, lasted around 3 years and 4 months so very close to the fic, I had to do a fcking double take girl 😨😨😨 I had a similar experience too abt the money thing, bro was kinda well off but only bought/paid for things that also benefitted him (ie dinner or buying me in game cosmetics for a game I don’t play much, js to force me online despite me not liking that game anymore) 😕😕😕

ANYWAYS, GUMI WOULD NEVERRRR LIKE MANS KNEW WHAT TF TO BUY FOR READER???? WITHHOUT EXPECTING MUCH BACK??? I STARTED BAWLING NICKIIIII 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 their relationship is so insanely healthy and sweet and cute and gosh. I can imagine that he has notes on what she likes and writes in them over the span of their relationship 🥹🥹🥹 and the friendship between the 4 idiots is always so fun to read, the dynamic is SOOOOOO CHEFS KISS 😣🎀 I fear bff would even ask her own man Yuji to judge reader’s outfit so she can get ready for her steamy sesh w gumi 😜😜 (but ofc hedgehog over here would go feral 😹😹)

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR WEEK MY LOVEEEE 🫵😣💕💕💕 I need to catch back up on sleep bc I’ve been studying for finals :(

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BAHAHAHAHAHAH NO LITERALLY reader was a little whore for kento and was too tired to walk and be responsible, but she up and running and alert for that poised respectable cawk!!! 😝😝 AND AS SHE MF SHOULD !!! 🫦🫦 i am no better…. SOMEONE COME SPANK ME 😻😻

NOOOO BECAUSE MY BABY BLUE BOWS you don’t understand how genius you are for that concept of sir kuna and exes to lovers i actually started fucking vibrating and going crazy THINKING of the desperation he’s under for reader and so much REGREEEETTTTTT and trying to hard to get her back that it’s eating him absolutely ALIVE !!! his dignity is out the window and he’s smothering and DEMANDING reader to please just listen to him and give him a chance 🫦🫦🫦 I LOVE A BEGGING FUCKING MAN OK ARREST MEEEEE !!! ARREST MEEEEE I LOVE IT WHEN MEN CRY 😻🫶🫶🫶 meow meow

so i WILL be writing this i promise yew my love congratulations you just got sukuna on a foreseeable rotation 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶 MWAAHHHH I LOVE YOUR BRAIN ❤️❤️❤️❤️ AND BIIITCHHH IM CRYING A MF CASEOH CAMEO IN THE FICS IS SOOO FUNNNYYYYY I HAVE TO DO IT !!!!

AND OMFFFGGGGG GIRLLLLLL YOU AND I ARE SIMILAR AAAAFFFFFFF !!! i cannot believe my precious little baby bows went through that shit ESPECIALLY when that mf was well off ??? HELLO ???? WHERE THE FLOWERS THAT YOU DESERVE AT AND THE JUST BECAUSE GIFTS ???? NOT giving you shit that’s beneficial to him oh my god are you fucking kidding me rn … let’s not be lame please dear god.

let’s just say i was writing those scenarios based off of personal experience … BUT I DIGRESS !!! i hope you’re happier now my baby and just KNOWWWW … that i could treat you better 🫦🫦 AYO WHAT??? 😝😝😝 LMFAO WTF idk who just said that rn that was so weird !😻

AND I KNOOOOWWWWWWW GUMI IS SO FUCKING HEALING FOR ME BRO that man just KNOWS. watches readers every move and makes sure that she’s happy with him and makes CONSTANT mental notes in his head every time he hears even a GUSP from reader 🥹🫶🫶 new mary jane pumps just dropped ???? and yes she has five other pairs (from him already) but it’s a different color she doesn’t have ??? and did she just slightly gasp but then hide it bc omg she already has so many pairs she needs to stop ???

gumi just nods to himself. 😻 gumi makes a note of it and tucks it away for later. 😻 gumi goes to buy said shoes the next week. 😻

AND YEEESSSSS I LOVE THE FOUR OF THEM SOOOO FUCKING MUCH WRITING THEM IS ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAAAVVVV THINGS TO DOOOOO !!!! they’re so stupid and i love the fights 😻😻🫶🫶 AND THE WAY yuji would be so focused too in trying to pick a good outfit for steamy sesh and reader is MORTIFIED about it and they both genuinely do not see what the issue is 😭😭😭😭 parents af 😻🫶

I LOOOVEEEE YOUUU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MY BABY BLUE BOWS THANK YOU SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH FOR COMING TO VISIT ME AND MAKING ME LAUGH AND MAKING ME NOT GO FAWKIN CRAZY BC OF MY STUDIESS !!!! 😝😝😝 PLEASE have the GREATEST rest of your week my love you DESERVE IT !!!! please take care and stay safe and look both ways before you cross the street !!! :33 <3333

AND YES CATCH UP ON THAT BEAUTY REST PLEASE !!!! I NEED TO HEAR YOU HONK SHOOING !!!!!! 😻😻😻

MWAH MWAH TILL WE MEET AGAIN !!! <333

[monocaelia]

Hi!!! Congrats on making it to summer break 🥳 i was hoping I couple get a matchup! My favorite romance trope is enemies (to friends) to lovers. It’s a little ✨spicy✨ but when they start understanding each other and their motivations more the soft moments they share are just 🥺 plus, they already know each other’s flaws, have seen each other at their worst, but also seen through that and seen all the things that there is to love about this person. Plus, the fact that they started out as enemies means there’s usually other outside factors that seek to keep them apart, which makes them a little star crossed and adds tension and angst (…which can add to the spicy bits too lol) any gender for the matchup is fine! Thank you queen ❤️

note : hehe hi and thank u !! i'm so excited to sleep and go swimming and hopefully visit my sister for my birthday hehe. thank u for participating !!

send me ur favorite trope or delusional song and i’ll write you something short !! [closed !!]

one person you were absolutely not expecting to be friends with due to your numerous clashes and the fact that... well, he was working with the enemy, was childe.

your first impression of him was surprisingly good; his charisma and boyish charms were difficult to see through at first. it wasn't your fault that his laugh was so infectious as he played with the local children of liyue harbor, groaning over-dramatically when one of the kids launched themself onto his back with an excited shout.

of course, your positive opinion didn't last long. it wasn't like his affiliation with the fatui was a huge secret; if anything he made it quite obvious with the way he always wore that damned red mask of his on his head and talked openly to fatui agents like they were having small talk over coffee.

sometimes you wonder if you could have been friends had he not tried to drown an entire nation for the sake of his goddess. but even then, could you forgive him for having the blood of the innocent on his hands? could you look him in the eyes for being a conniving bastard that didn't bat an eye to the poor as they begged for mercy or to extend the date for their loan collection?

you didn't know, but you knew you wanted childe out of your life and, if you could, defeated underneath the point of your blade.

you grit your teeth as childe deals a heavy blow to you. he's grinning maniacally, forcefully pushing his blades of water against your weapon as you defended yourself from him. with a last shove, the ginger jumps off of you and lands a few feet away.

"you've gotten stronger since the last time we've met, comrade. have you been sparring without me?" childe teases with a grin. the usual dark water in his gaze is lit up with a twinkle of life, though you know that it was far from anything innocent.

he was having fun fighting you to near death.

without a warning, childe makes a dash forward to slash at your side but, thankfully, you dodge him and attack him on your own. he parries without batting an eye and you watched his grin grow wider as he presses into your weapon.

"i have to say, i'm quite hurt that you would spar with anyone but me. i thought we were friends," he commented with a slight pout and your brows furrow. you shove him off of you with a grunt and point your blade directly at him.

"don't assume things on your own, tartaglia," you hiss out. it's your turn to strike; you take this moment to run up and attack. as you swing in one direction, you quickly change positions to attack him from another. childe's eyes widen for a split second before meeting your blade with his own.

"would it hurt to call me by my alias rather than my title?" childe tilts his head in a cute manner, though you know better than to fall for his tricks. with a swift movement, his other blade of water stabs at your side. unfortunately, you weren't fast enough as hydro slices through your side.

you fall to the ground with a grunt. your hand quickly clamps over the wound at your side. pain and exhilaration fills your body as you see the blood on your hands and there's only one thing on your mind; get out of there.

a pair of black boots enter your field of view and you refuse to look up. there were no ways quick ways out; even if you managed to catch him off guard, with your injuries he would be able to track you down in an instant.

a wet blade is placed underneath your chin and your face is lifted up. a smug smile grows on childe's lips as he sees your demeanor; teeth bared and brows furrowed as your eyes, your sweet eyes, are glaring directly at the harbinger standing before you.

he leans down and it takes everything in you to not bite at him.

"go on," childe hums. "be a dear and call me 'childe' and i'll fix you up."

you want him dead.

[skyburger]

okay you people dont get it at all. fries and chips are NOT the same. cookies and biscuits are NOT the same. (however american "biscuits" ARE just fucking scones. those are the same. theyre savory scones.)

fries vs. chips is easy to explain. fries are thinner chips are thicker & medium-width ones can go either way. some dishes you have to call them chips with (e.g. fish & chips) but some it doesnt matter which you call them (e.g. burger w/ fries & beef burger w/ chips)

^ examples of chips (left) and fries (right)

However biscuits and cookies requires nuance. you could never understand. im the one and only biscuit-cookie EXPERT. ive listed examples of each (under the cut, to spare ur guyses dashes)... hope you understand. hope my psychic mind beam waves are reaching you

COOKIES:

oreos

chocolate chip cookies

sugar cookies

snickerdoodles

black and white cookies

christmas cookies

macaroon

gingerbread men

oatmeal raisin cookies

rainbow cookie

fortune cookie

BISCUITS:

animal crackers

bourbon creams

millionaires shortbread

pocky

cadbury fingers

jaffa cakes

digestives

chocolate teacakes

custard creams

florentines

ginger snaps

jammie dodgers

ladyfingers

lebkuchen

macarons

party rings

shortbread (any kind)

spritzebäck

stroopwafel

wafers (any kind)

for the record though some of these (e.g. macarons or ladyfingers) i wouldnt really call a biscuit in conversation? like i would classify them as biscuits. But when i want biscuits i dont want those. do u get it. its like how rainbow cookies are cookies but when i want a cookie i usually dont want that)

[httpsserene]

trust me. Your opinions are anything but terrible.

Arizona: GREEN TEA IS THE RIGHT ANSWER. If I could have one drink on a deserted island I would have that. Iced tea with lemon is also the right take and so is sweet tea and I’m saying that as someone from New York. My little 5 cents is try the peach. I personally like it and drink it if the bodega by me is out of green tea.

Ice cream: once again. THE CORRECT ANSWERS. I’m a sucker for vanilla tbh. Like vanilla in general is just MMM idk. I like the smell of it too like straight vanilla extract. I personally also like ginger it’s really really good. It’s hard to find ginger ice cream here too. The place that used to have it took it off their menu a few years ago now. Oreo has to be three for me just bc of Ginger.

Gum: trust me. I agree with you there. I never understand it. Mints are also one of my favorites, or those tic tacs those are delicious. Mints are making me think of those peppermint you would get from the front office or the nurse in high school. Istg they put something in that it went so hard.

chocolate: is just- amazing trust me. I completely consider chocolate with caramel chocolate because it has chocolate in it sooooo. Then again I eat chocolate covered potato chips (it tastes amazing trust me, it’s from Japan it’s so good.) KitKats and M&Ms are up there for me. What’s your favorite flavor of them or do you just like the OG? For me KitKats the og is the goat. M&Ms I lowkey like the brownie one. That or the caramel one.

Ok. I haven’t seen a lollipop that wasn’t dumdums in a hot second and I don’t want that to change. Once again, butterscotch is the correct answer! It’s defo my favorite, second is the blue raspberry and third is root beer. I also really like trying to figure out the hidden flavors.

My next set of questions. 1: On a deserted island, what are three things you would bring with you that isn’t ur phone.

2: if you could only eat one thing what would it be. (My answer to this is sushi bc there are so many different types I would never get bored.)

3: what is your favorite food/comfort food?

4: what seat on the plane do you prefer? 5: What do you think is the silliest word in English?

6: do you have any hot takes on movies/shows?

7: besides writing, what’s a talent that you have?

8: what’s something that feels illegal, but isn’t?

9: what's just a random fun fact you have

10: if you could have a superpower, what would it be?

11: what’s the weirdest thing you believed as a kid? (Mine was that if the lights in the backseat were on, the car wouldn’t start.)

And last but not least

12: do you have a trend you want to end? Along with that is there a specific word that you wish wouldn’t exist anymore?

I’m so sorry I realize now how long this is. Pls you don’t have to answer all of these I promise!

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜ og kitkats and m&ms for life!

i would bring a plane, fuel, and a pilot LMAO

a rice bowl, like you can't go wrong! my particular bowl: white rice, black beans, steak, veggies, lettuce, cheese, salsa, sour cream, and queso blanco (i like dairy even though i'm lactose intolerant)

favorite/comfort food? i actually don't know if i have one? but like junk food/snack wise i really like nacho cheese doritos and chocolate chip cookies, separately of course, never both at the same time lol

aisle seat for logistics but window seat is the true answer. i have to look out of the window for takeoff and landing or else i may freak out a tiny bit.

wouldn't the silliest word be "silliest?" jk i think it's either "queue" or "definitely." queue has too many letters for how it sounds, that's why in america we say "line" instead! and, definitely, i mean cmon bro, it's silly that i always spell it wrong on my first attempt.

hot takes: all the shows with a highschool setting could've been college/university shows; what is the obsession with having minors (played by adults) in explicit shows (not that underage kids don't experience sexual stuff, it just shouldn't be that prominent in media i feel it sends the wrong message to ACTUAL minors irl. another hot take: not every book or cartoon needs a live action adaptation. please stop mutilating something that was perfect.

i'm happy you think i'm a talented writer haha but, my little talentthat i always tell everbody is that i'm musically gifted. i played the violin for 12+ years, did a little bit on the drums, but right now i'm jamming on a bass guitar!

TSA. i always feel like i'm smuggling something in my luggage even though i'm not. Electronic signatures too, that shit is not valid, imo! but it would pain me to have to be in person to sign a contract as an introvert.

microbursts, their bursts of air from thunderstorms, and if you ever have the chance to be in small/private plane at a certain altitude and hit one, you'd be pulverized instantly. turbulence is also a rare reason for planes to crash (i've memorized this from spencer reid in a criminal minds epsiode, idk why)

charm speak, a little like mind control but just through speech! piper from pjo and allison from umbrella academy both have a type of charm speak if you're familiar with those examples.

the weirdest thing i believed is that carrots keep your vision perfect. i loved carrots as a kid and i still almost turned out to be nearly as blind as a bat. swear i'm a few points away from being legally blind and learning echolocation.

the trend i'd end? beauty standards for sure, whether it's body types or face structures gts gone. as for the word i'd get rid of? any slur would be thrown in the trash promptly!

it was a fun q&a, i don't really mind it! ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜