#like idc about him but let me write him ill be so right about him.

[catominor]

wait look ag julius caesar

[todayisafridaynight]

i think i would have gone loco if jo and aoki got to meet up just once after ichi breaks through to him like. the damage to my psyche id have wouldve been immeasurable, irreparable even

[icysab]

more niki boyfie hcs — falling for you edition!

requested here!

wc: <350 i think

a/n: this is a little different than my standard boyfie hcs but i wanted to try something new, so let me know your opinion in comments, reblogs, asks, etc. of this format !!

a/n no. 2: idc what anyone says riki is a DORKY, RIZZLESS LOSER SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY AND I WILL WRITE HIM AS SUCH.

- bro was CAPTIVATED by your smile

- that was literally the first thing he noticed about you— how your smile lit up the room he was in

- you were one of jungwon’s friends and so he introduced you to all the members

- and when i tell you niki’s heart STOPPED when he saw you

- but niki is loyal to his bros!! so he swallowed the lump in his throat so jungwon didn’t kill him

- (jungwon, in fact, introduced you to the members because you mentioned that niki was cute. he would not have cared one bit.)

- only realizes he’s staring after sunoo nudges him with his elbow

- literally stuttering trying to introduce himself

- “i, uh, my name is- uh- riki”

- (failed) attempts at acting aloof fly out the window when you repeat his name back and smile

- the second you leave jake and sunghoon RELENTLESSLY tease the poor guy

- and he gets so defensive too, like he wasn’t acting like a lost puppy dog

- before jakehoon can strip niki of too much of his pride though, won tells them to knock it off

- after scolding the two goofballs (scary leader) won decides to tell niki

- “you know, i don’t care if you go for her”

- poor riki is not following

- “??”

- “she thinks you’re cute too, and besides, you’d make a good match”

- he malfunctions

- “no nono why would you think that!! HAHA- wait. she thinks i’m cute??”

- he’s all red and blushy

- at this point jakehoon are CACKLING at poor riki

- won explains that you thought riki was cute too and that’s why he introduced you two, but he didn’t expect him to be such a nervous wreck around you

- riki is shocked 😮

- after MUCH coaxing from the members, won finally gets riki to text your number

- riki’s leg won’t stop bouncing with nerves as he types out a message

- “hey, this is riki from earlier. i just wanted to say that your shirt was cool”

- all the members facepalm at his attempts at playing it cool

- you respond almost instantly, to riki’s surprise

- “hi riki!! thank you, + i thought your outfit was cool too :D”

- before he can breathe a sigh of relief that your text was super nice and simple, he sees the typing bubble pop up again

- “did you ask won for my number? hah you must have wanted an excuse to talk to me again ”

- he freezes again

- HOW DID YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH HIM??

- he’s about to deny, deny, deny, but won stops him

- “dude, just tell her the truth. did you already forget that she thinks you’re cute too?”

- riki’s brows furrow in thought at that, but before he can even begin to construe a cool, smooth response, jake rips the phone out of his hands

- RIKI SCREAMS SO LOUD THE ENTIRE DORM REVERBERATES while jake books it to the bathroom to lock himself in

- after a minute, he walks out with riki’s phone and the most devilish smirk on his lips

- before jake can do anything else, riki snatches the phone back and apprehensively starts to read the damage jake had done

- “lol you caught me. if you want, we could get to know each other better over some ice cream tmr? it’ll be my treat”

- “woah, that was smoother than i expected. ill see you tmr riki :)”

- riki is dumbfounded. did jake actually just score him a date with YOU?? there’s no way this worked

- “thank me later,” jake teases

- he is so in shock that he doesn’t even have the capacity to kill jake. tomorrow, a date (???) with you? he can die a happy man.

- to be continued…. ?

[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 02: too close

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: this is the first time for me writing something like this, so bare with me if the actions scenes are a bit sloppy, I'll get the hang of it, idc about the actual height of reader, but we're at least the smallest in the group, also little extra note: I'll go on vacation upcoming Saturday and won't be able to write for two weeks, I try really hard atm to prepare as much chapters as possible for the time ahead

CW/TW: mentions of canon violence, smoking, closing off due mental illness

wordcount: 3.2k

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The first beams of sunlight broke through the window just above the bed. Your eyes trailing over the rays of light that were dancing on the ceiling. You lay awake for what felt like eternity. The night was somehow restless, again. By now you committed to a few hours of sleep. As few as possible but as much as necessary. Keeping the risk low to trigger your nightmares. Keeping the chance low to have to look into his eyes again. A lump was forming in your throat while you let your thoughts roam back and forth.  Maybe you should learn about a thing called power-napping, you read it in a magazine some time ago while sitting in a coffee shop. It really could save you one day.

With that thought you pushed yourself out of bed. Putting on a casual sports fit. Now that the sun was finally up, there was no need any more to stay in bed. You put a cap on, pulled your hair through the back. Laced your boots up and went out for some casual morning rounds around the base. Price already told you their usual morning routine and it was kind of funny, how all military bases had a quite similar routine. You sneak through the hallway to go outside. Trying to keep as quit as possible to wake no one. It was still early, even for the military. As soon as your feet touched the gritted ground you started running. Keeping a good pace while rounding the base. At some point you nodded your greetings to a few other people already awake and going after whatever, they pleased. You decided to pick up your pace. You didn’t want to waste all your energy, but still wanted to push yourself a bit further. You had quite some busy day ahead, so you needed to get yourself going.

You took a few more corners until you heard a voice. “Skadi.”, turning around you were greeted with a blissful smile. You stopped in your track, jogging slowly at the spot. “Madainn mhath!”, [Good morning] Soap breathed out after catching up to you. “Good morning.”, you replied with a quiet snicker. Your reaction earns you an even brighter smile from the Scot. “Yer understood?”, his eyes were nearly beaming. It was somehow adorable, and you knew, that the two of you would get along at ease. Maybe too good for your liking. “Seems like it.”, you shrugged off while keeping your legs busy. “Dae ya mind if I join ya?”, a nod with a slight smile was your only response. So, both of you started jogging around the base. Not talking much, at least for your part. You were rather listening to everything Soap gladly explained you. The way the team works together, each specialty, some pet peeves, their little rituals. Some fun anecdotes from after mission celebrations. He really was chatty, and you gladly listened in. He was so sincere and pure, plus all his words gave you a good overview about everyone. They also gave you a warm feeling around your chest. Even if you tried to avoid this kind of reaction, he was just too genuine.

Still, you barely told him about yourself. It didn’t sit right with you. He learned that you were quite an allrounder when it comes to the job and that you were obviously an early bird. He didn’t know that you were also a night owl. The sweet nemesis called sleep. A fight you’ll win one day, hopefully not on your last day. He also learned that Price and you met about three years ago. Not really how, but that it was for a coincidence that comes with the job. Also, he learned that you were quite capable of speaking a few languages and understanding even more. He quite often threw some Scottish at you and for once in his life (while being outside of his home of course) he didn’t get scolded for it. It was clear to see that he enjoyed your company, and you would’ve lied to say you didn’t enjoy his. It felt just smooth.

After some time, you came to a halt. Catching your breath, you couldn’t remember the last time you were talking so much while running. Stretching your body while bending down to grab the front of your boots. Halting the position on suspense. Suddenly you saw a bottle in front of you, Soap held it out for you to grab. “Thanks.”, you gladly took it and nearly downed half of it.  He only nodded, still a happy smile around his lips. How can a person be smiling non-stop. “Dinnea know about ya, but ‘m starving.”, he exhaled with a chuckle, drinking his own water. “Wanna head to the canteen?”, he looked at you with those clear blue eyes. As you gained your posture again you let out a slight sigh. “Sorry Soap. Still have to unpack and other stuff to do.”, you didn’t look at him. Sure, it was a half-assed excuse, but you didn’t want to get his expectations too high and if you were honest, you didn’t want to get too close. You already felt so comfortable in his company. Too comfortable. You needed to keep your guard up. He was a stranger after all. Maybe he wasn't even such a nice guy, maybe he only treated you so wholesome because of your gender and therefore some different assets. Maybe he had strictly different intentions in his behavior. You couldn't tell, and you shouldn't care.

But maybe that’s why you never called the cute barista guy from around the corner, back at your place. Because he was too genuine, too innocent. You gave it a lot of thoughts to be honest. He was a nice dude, he memorized all your preferred drinks depending on the weather and had them always ready when you came back from your morning run. You loved routine and you kinda enjoyed that he became a part of it, but sooner or later it would break apart anyways. He was just too good for you. He wouldn't be able to keep up with you. It surely wouldn't be something more than a lousy one night stand, what wasn't your thing at all. You were too complicated, too distant and you couldn't let yourself believe that someone could even show a glimpse of honest interest. Well, that's at least what you told yourself all the time to justify pushing everyone away. Same for Marc, or was his name Maik? Your neighbor next door, he even invited you for his wedding. Did you go? Of course not. You only send a card, not even able to look him in the eye to congratulate him.

This way you did what you could do best, you started closing off to the man in front of you. For the rounds it was different. Here it was only the two of you, two comrades having a morning run and just some little introduction, but heading for breakfast together, that was already a commitment. A commitment you were not capable of taking. You’d rather pick a quick snack before looking for Price. See what he has planned out for you today, and God, you hoped it was just getting to know everyone around the base. Spoiler alert, he had different plans.

To your surprise Soap did understand, still wearing a slightly disappointed glance, but he didn't push it and so, you parted your ways.

Going after your day wasn’t so hard. Price introduced you around, you finally got your keycard, you had to fill out a few formulars. Stuff was going along easily and most of the times you were on your own. Until you heard Price’s voice again. He told you, that they could need your help with today’s rookie lesson, and you gladly accepted the duty. Gladly, until you were greeted by Soap and Ghost. Latter didn’t really greet you, but at least he was polite enough to nod towards you. The men were already standing and watching a bunch of recruits still chatting away. You walked over to them with Price at your side. Standing next to Soap and watching the crowd not paying much attention to your arrival. Ghost only needed to step forward to gain the attention of every youngling around. He held an intimidating appearance.

 “Listen up.” He yelled out and you totally felt the thick air. He was already a behemoth of a man, but his voice plus the mask really made a silhouette that was frightening. It reminded you of something you’d rather forget. Yourself straighten up as he begun, but before he kept going, Soap stepped forward. Seemed like Ghost was only here to keep them in line and Soap was the official speaker. Maybe it was better for the recruits this way. Soap quickly explained that they were doing sparring sessions today. Especially learning how to read the intentions of your enemy and to be able to be a step ahead before their actual move. You remember how your first sessions were and how you were barely able to keep up with your opposite. How time flies, you thought to yourself and kept your attention on Soaps words. He had quite a way to motivate the younglings in front of him.

Your glance traveling over the faces and catching quite some few females as well. It always brought you a pleasant feeling in your stomach to see, that more and more women would join the army. Especially because you were always underestimated. Your path from the beginning till here was an odyssey. Not talking about the bone crushing weight on your shoulders by now, but to start through in the military as a woman was nearly impossible some time ago. Way too many prejudices.

 The recruits were told to find each other a partner for today's session. Soap and Ghost would give them a quick demonstration of what they were up to. So, Price and you would be teamed up in that case. That wasn’t to be going to be so bad, you heard your words echoing through your mind.

That was until you heard the raspy voice of the Lieutenant again. "Don't mix up genders. Shall stay fair.", he exclaimed dry and that way he earned a scoffed chuckle. He turned around and faced you with a death glare. Soap immediately turning around looking at the scenario with shock in his eyes. "Have a problem with that Seargent?", his voice went even deeper when he turned his whole body towards you. Soap made a gesture with his hand shaking before his throat, symbolizing you to stop what you were doing. Unlucky for everyone around - except your Captain - you were way too stubborn to retreat now. "Just a suggestion but let them pick their opponents themselves regardless the gender. Nobody cares on the battlefields either.", you stated calm, your glance not adverting. Price watched the whole scenery a bit too curious. He knew the two of your for quite some time and he already expected that the tension between you would become thrilling.

Ghost stepped closer to you. You couldn't read him, but you could definitely see that you pissed him off. His eyes burning into yours. "We should keep it easy by now.", he was only a few inches away from you. You stared back, looking in that chocolate iris. You could've just backed down, but it was too challenging. "So, you believe women are not worthy a challenge?", your eyes never retreating his state. He was so damn pissed. He stepped even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath even through the mask, brushing a long your skin and sending shivers done your spine.

Soap wanted to step in, but Price let just a hand rest on his shoulder, signaling him to stay out of this. "I'm only saying that they have to learn something without getting real injuries before even placing a foot on the battle ground." He hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't even know why he argued with you, but he couldn't stand it. He knew that one shouldn't miscalculate about the opposite gender. But the way you interrupted him, the way you looked at with him with such a stubborn glance.

It made him furious. But the way you didn't even reacted the slightest to his presence. Well, you did, but you were to pride to show it. "Then you underestimate them." - "They have to learn before proofing themselves." - "You only learn when you can try and error." - "Error doesn't mean getting real hurt." - "Okay, so you're sure about them getting hurt." It went on like this for some time. Back and forth, staying always in polite line, but the tension grew with each word.

Soap looked the most nervous of all watching the two of you battling with your words. Price still holding him back. Of course, a situation with only the team would have been better to test the waters out but he would take what he could. "You're stepping a line, Seargent." He literally growled at you. "Then you're also underestimate me, Lieutenant.", you hissed back at him. Right here, right now you noticed how close he was standing in front of you. Your breath brushing along his mask, and his hot steaming breaths dancing over your bare skin. He was way too close for your liking.

Standing across of each other and staring holes into the other person. You only realized now how huge he was, trying to literally stare you down into the ground. A ground you would gladly like to stand.

"Why don't you pair up and we will see who's right.", a mocking voice of the recruits let both of your heads snap out of the haze you were in. You leaned a bit back. You didn't even notice how you tried to make yourself taller in front of him. "That's...", just as Ghost wanted to scold the rookie, Price stepped in, "a wonderful idea. This way we can exactly demonstrate a perfect example." He stepped forward looking at both of you. A slight chuckle escaped your lips, still looking with vitally at Ghost. His chest was waving heavy. He tried to steady himself and his temper. "Why not.", you turned around to move to the mat that was originally reserved for Soap and Ghost. The latter following you. "Don't hurt yourself.", he teased and with that he only awakened an insatiable competing desire.

Soap wore a face of a mixture between curiosity and concern. He had pushed Simon a few times before, but this was somehow different. You had no suspicious about each other’s limits and you gladly pushed everything over the edge right now. "Don't hold yourself back, big boy." Even with the mask you know his face would be burning.

You already fought bigger guys than him, just keep your cools and be observant. Just pinning him down once would be enough to proof your point. Your mind literally switched and cutting all of the unnecessary surrounding out. He was nothing different to any of them, but oh lord, you were so wrong with that statement. You could see a switch in his eyes, something you knew too well yourself.

In a heated movement he already reached out to you, trying to get hold of you. For a guy with his build, he was especially fast. Something you didn't suspected. Before you could think of your first turn, his giant hands were already onto your shoulders pressing you down. Lucky for you, you were particularly flexible and even more agile. You find a way to bend yourself out, but Ghost was soon on it. Throwing one of his legs in your direction to block your way out. You reached with your free hand to use his thigh as support to push yourself further up. His hands gripped for your wrist to pull you down once more, but he missed, so you saw your chance. Throwing your legs up and literally over his throat. Forcing him down. His legs were weaker in the position he found himself in, so he slowly bends over. He reached for your waist to throw you over his shoulder, but you were quick to use your hands to get a grip of his statue. Pulling yourself further up, that you would literally split his arms away with your thighs. Your completely weight pushing him down, until his knees gave in, and he found himself with his back on the mat. Your upper half resting inches away from his throat, where you had placed one of your arms to give it a bit more strength. Hovering slowly over him. A self-content smile on your lips, you looked him in his eyes. He just stared back; his eyes quite blank. You could feel his heavy breaths onto you, his chest rising and lowering just like your own. Now you were the one staring him down.

Soap was completely paralyzed by the scene in front of him, and Price only chuckled watching his charges. He knew from the beginning that the two of you needed a lot of patience with each other, especially when pushing each other so far, but he also believed that you would fit in just perfectly. You could learn so much from everyone around so that the 141 could even grow better and closer. Ghost for his part was really glad he had his mask. His face burnt from the heat of his own skin. Ashamed, anger, annoyance. He couldn't tell it apart. So many thoughts flooded his brain while staring into your eyes. "You know how to retread, don't ya Lieutenant?", your voice pulling him out of his mind. He let out a completely pissed groan, before lifting his hand and tapping two times at your thigh. You gladly stood up from your place.

You knew he did spare you; he didn't used his full strength on you but this way he really did underestimate you. A mistake he would never commit twice. You reached out a hand to help him up, but he only ignored it and stood up with no problem. You shrugged it off. "Don't be such a sore loser.", Soap cried out behind your back, but Simon did ignore him. He rather shouted at the recruits to keep starting. You turned around and Price gave you a paternal thumbs up, which only made you shake your head. You didn't give too much attention to Soap though. Still letting the incident of the morning washing over your mind. Ghost also looked out for getting away as fast and as far as possible from the Scot. He knew Johnny would be nonstop teasing him about the situation, and Simon couldn't even blame him, therefore. His cheeks were still streaming hot.

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@yyiikes @saffronimagines @originaldeerhottub

[lemongirl5910]

Rodrick headcanons

(note: this is my first fanfic I'm posting. ever. I hope yall like it. I am gonna have to hit yall with the 'English isn't my first language' just in case I made some mistakes, I have proof read it though. enjoy:) - lemon)

- when this guy first saw you. I swore he was left speechless. he just stared at you for a full minute before snapping out of it when you walked put from his sight

- he tries *very* hard to impress you. but fails miserably, a lot. you just think its cute though.

"Hey y/n, look at this!" he said as he tried, and failed to throw a peace of candy in his own mouth. you giggled and he felt a bit better about himself after that because he made you laugh. sorta...

- he remembers the most random things about you. like you mentioned you like a certain flavour of chips and he randomly bought it for you.

he knew you'd in the library reading. "Hey babe, I got you this," He said a little too loud, and they could hear an even louder "Shhh" from somewhere in the room. "aw thanks Rod" You smiled as you took the bag of chips.

"wanna get out of here?" you asked, and he grinned at you as he set down. "Nah, I'd rather stay here and let you read." omg he's so corny sometimes. you giggled "Rodrick you can't eat in the library..." he looked at you as he was about to open the bag of chips. "Okay, let's go." You giggled and packed your bag.

- sometimes you just catch him looking at you. he's not saying anything but you can feel his eyes staring at the side of you skull...

"Baby what are you doing?" I asked as you turned to him "Nothing love. you look so beautiful." you look down at that feeling your face heat up. "Oh shut up" He was still looking at you "No I mean it your so fucking beautiful I could look at you forever" He put his head on your lap and smiled up at you "Oh my gosh rodrick your so corny." you looked down. "you love it though." He grinned

- he makes you mixtapes. a lot of them. he mixes your and his favourite songs together to send you all these cute messages through the songs.

- he gives you a lot of recommendations on artists that he likes and gets so happy when you like them aswell. you can expect a new mixtape soon btw

- bro is 6'0 foot if your anything shorter then that he will make fun of you. he loves that he can put his head on top of yours, if you are not thy much shorter then him he wil find a way. idc he will find a way.

- he tells you about his band, maybe a bit too much. he's always talking about this new song they are writing, and you better believe that he's writing songs for/about you.

- he talks about you to his bandmates a lot too. they call him a simp and he glares at them for it. but deep down he knows..

- he showers because of you. before, he only showered when his mom forced him. Now he showers at least once a day because he wants to look and smell good for you.

- bro always has to be touching you one way or another. whether it's holding your hand our having an arm around your shoulder. he loves physical touch. a lot. sometimes he just comes up behind you and hugs you he will just stand there hugging you from behind.

- we know this guy sleeps... a lot. when you stay over you always wake up with him either laying on top of you or holding you tight with his face in your neck softly and or loudly snoring.

"Rodrick you're crushing me" you whine as you struggle to get away from under him. "hmm" He just hums and doesn't let go of you and just continues sleeping. you try to get out of his grasp. when you succeed he groans and wakes up with a pout. "Why are you leaving me" He whines as you get up. "I have to go to the bathroom ill be right back babe." He just stared at you as you left the room "ugh" He groans as he falls back on his pillow.

Hehe he loves youuu

thank you for reading more is definitely on the way!!

[ladyhindsight]

I think the problem with a lot of CC's characters is that she always tries to make them too nice imo.

She had something going on with Julian but then she backtracked and fumbled it, just like with the og versions of Grace and James we saw in TMH, where Grace straight up threatened someone with a sword and announce her loyalty to her mother, and James was out there shooting people and tricking mundanes -granted we are told that is not his usually behavior but anyone acting like that under any circumstances is not doing all right in the head. Idc what he had going on, I'm sure it was more interesting than TLH James.

Everyone in TLH should have been meaner, actually. There were hints dropped about Thomas and Lucie in gotsm and CoHF iiirc that made me think they were going to be Something. Magnus's comment about how he couldn't save James or Lucie (amounted to nothing in the end btw) and Cassie's insistence of the fact that the modern day Blackthorns were not descended from Lucie made me sure that her plotline was going to be that she resurrected Jesse and they both got immediately executed for it. And there's a point in gotsm where Magnus says that Thomas could be a green eyed monster (also amounted to nothing) and I remember there was a whole theory that he got his marks stripped and that the Rosales were descended from him. The inscription on the Scholomance, the snippet of someone dying in their love's hands, the promise of the Verlacd in TLH... Literally amounted to nothing. How is TLH so half-baked and nonsensical when she had ten years to plan it?

And Tessa, in the first book there are some fascinating gender shaped holes in her narration. About how she and her aunt spent years protecting Nate from seeing the way his gambling made their lives harder and about how they shouldn't have done that, how she saw his recklessness as innocence, how she acknowledged that deep down she always knew he was up to no good... And then Mortmain shows up and she falls back on the established pattern of trying to protect her brother's "innocence" as it was expected from her. And that was good writing; that was something she had done countless times, that was her role as a woman in her society, that was what was expected of her, that was what she knew was wrong and couldn't stop doing.

Sadly, this disappears after the first book. CC probably realized she couldn't have a protagonist that was not a feminist and instead had to take all of the Gender out of Tessa's narration. Like, no, let her confront her Gender and the horror of being trapped in a patriarchal society and being trapped at the whims of those more powerful than her, let us linger on the way the patriarchy also has a hold of Sophie and Charlotte and Jessamine. Let her feel the horror that even if she does leave to live a normal life, she could never have children and thus failed at her expected role in society. Actually have Tessa react when Mortmain tells her she CAN have children and that he intends to force her to give birth to his children. Don't jusg drop that and leave, CC! Linger on the horror of it all!

Jem also annoys me because he is simply too bland, when he shouldn't be! On paper, he should be one of the most interesting characters in TID! A foreigner, addicted to a drug against his will, chronically ill, member of a family with a legendary sword, the only person trusted by the Institute's equivalent of a stray cat that hisses at you every time it sees you. (And don't get me started on Will's curse being a hoax, I hated that.) We could have seen more about his feelings for his homeland, about what he was like under the effects of the drug, his pain... But we don't get that. What we get is him being the Herondales cheerleader, even when he gets his own book (and his pov was the most boring one in it, pass it on). Something that annoyed me irrationally was that he did not raise Emma after the events of TMI, but he does take Kit in after TDA.

This very much feels like CC wanted Emma to be in Los Angeles so she could kickstart the plot. But she could have had Emma go with Jem, then hear about the murders in LA, then go and investigate, and through her hard work being considered the best of her generation as the readers can see the journey; this way having a concrete arc and also being active in her pursuit for revenge.

And having her actively chase what she wants would also make her more distinct from the other heroines. They don't usually pursue stuff, with the exception of Clary taking reckless actions that somehow work out; stuff happens to them.

Emma really does read like a female Jace but I firmly believe that if CC had bothered to develop some other aspects of her personality that were established, like her liking to wear dresses (which is the most CC can write for a female character without the need to vilify or ridicule their femininity) or by actually telling me what her hobbies are, because I cannot remember what Emma likes to do in her spare time. Maybe because I haven't read TDA in so long, most likely because CC never even tells us - I know Julian likes to paint, Dru likes horror movies, Ty likes Sherlock, and so on, but I could not tell you anything about the main character.

And having Emma and Julian separated would also be a good commentary on how the Clave would have not cared about separating the children and make Julian's fears feel more valid. Julian and her could not be parabatai in the "Jem takes Emma timeline" but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make since that plotline DRAGGED.

They could still have a whirlwind romance, that doesn't change. Currently rereading CoHF and the way these two are so obsessed about each other at 12 yo... It's giving Cathy and Heathcliff. Their relationship is going to be that one meme of:

"When their entire relationship is toxic, but they're both so fucked up that it's actually the best case scenario, because subjecting anybody else to either of them would be a human rights violation."

I firmly believe that CC tries to make her characters likeable and as such doesn't venture into making them have opinions and thoughts that could shock the reader. That's why so many of her characters fall into the same boxes. Because she doesn't dare to make them more complex.

The whole of the Shadowhunter Chronicles is just a pile of wasted opportunities, many of which you’ve included here. Character development or delving into many of the rather obvious themes and issues surrounding her characters has never been the precedence. Why focus on thematic organically surrounding Tessa when there is Will to care about? Why make Jem more fleshed out and independent as a character when there is Will to cheer on? Why even deluge yourself with the societal issues, actual taboos, norms—breaking them and forming new ones and changing the world with tough conversations and verbal battles when there is this huuuge MMC/MFC romance that hogs most of the pages and drowns everything else under it?

Clare has created a world with history and concepts and fantastic elements, and she absolutely sucks at implementing any of it into her writing. She doesn’t include tropes, she writes around them.

TLH bunch had way more to them, more contrast and flashier inter-character dynamics. Then the result was what it was because, in the end, everyone has to get along. For instance, Jace isn’t nice either, but that is the reason why the narrative has to go to such lengths for readers to sympathize with him. It actively pushes leniency and sympathy towards Jace whereas other characters are held to a tougher and, in a sense, more realistic standard as to their behavior. Clare wants Jace to be a tormented tough boy but also wants the readers pitying him. Which then molds all the characters around Jace to what Clare wants for him, not what realistic characters being treated like garbage and taken for granted would ever put up with.

Emma can only think she doesn’t really understand what Cristina, Kieran, and Mark got going on together and can only be happy for them, because Emma thinking it’s fucking weird would be too controversial and make people dislike Emma because she doesn’t like or stand polyamory. Every character from TMI gang to TID to TDA to TLH has to stand on the exact same opinion on every issue because that’s the right thing to do, not that a group that size could ever have differing opinions or, horror, dislike each other for some reason. Coming close is James and Grace, and that is mostly ignored either way.

(SIDENOTE: Apparently Clare fucked up the Lightwood family tree by having Alex continue the family line because he was born 1900 and the next known descendant Isidore that is Isabelle and Alec’s great grandfather was born 1908. I kind of hoped that the Secrets of the Blackthorn Hall would’ve sorted this mess out but clearly not. Also: “Alexander inherited the Herondale coloring from his mother of deep blue eyes and black hair. He has a burn scar across his chest from a rune given to him as a baby.” What Herondale coloring is it really when it comes from Linette Owens??)

Anyway.

Your final paragraph was spot on. I also never thought about how Jem didn’t take care of Emma but then goes on to play family with Kit. After CoHF Jem goes to explore the world with Tessa and marry her. He wants to look after Emma but only after the parabatai ceremony with Julian does Jem come clean about his name to Emma. Convenient to say the least.

[uunromanticized]

hii !! my very first ask omg !! could i have joseph x fem reader thats very fairy-like and sings for him often, and also dances w him since he likes to dance !!

ty in advance if you accept my ask !! 🎀

OMG HI ANON!!! ur first ask that’s so exciting 🥺 i am honoured to be ur first ask and i hope that this is satisfying for u !!! if u come back ill call u fairy anon 🤭 i happen to be a joseph lover and also a singer let’s GOOO !!!

joseph with a fairy-esque lover!!!

𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩.

- you and him waltz regularly idc idc !!! he absolutely ADORES going to your rhythm if you hum a tune while doing so

he is so very eloquent, and very well versed in the waltz; spins and dips and the like

i for some reason imagine him to spin whenever you hum a high note. don’t ask me why i don’t know why but i know in my heart of hearts that i am right

- i think, given your fairy-esque tendencies and hobbies, he’d believe you to be the best photography model ever (if we ignore the fact that his camera is… That for a moment). he’d take beautiful photos of you in nature; a natural element

- i personally don’t see him as one to listen to *lyrical* music; definitely prefers wordless classical, but whenever you sing he will always ask what you are singing out of a pure curiosity.

- if it’s something you’ve created with your own mind and vocal chords he will be significantly impressed. i imagine that while he’s not one for lyrics, he’d greatly respect those who write them regardless.

- if you’re one of the people that can read the emotion in music, he’d be even more impressed; i imagine him the type to listen to more somber classical sounds when he’s upset. if you pick up on that and ask him about it or try to cheer him up, he’d be impressed and touched.

- while he’s not one to go easy during matches, he also sees you as delicate; something to protect. you’re not immune, but he is significantly less harsh with his hits on you.

if anyone comments on it with disdain towards you consider them tunneled until he’s pissed at someone else

- might go friendly in matches you’re involved in if you’re having a bad day; at the cost of a song, of course

- he enjoys just watching you in your element whenever you don’t realize he’s there. not in a creepy way, he just likes watching how you act when there’s no one else around; more carefree

- he loves watching you dance. absolutely adores it. you look like what he would describe as a light fairy; absolutely ethereal

- makes sure you don’t strain your voice!!!!!!! absolutely makes you drink tea daily and it’s one thing he will almost never compromise on

- when you’re ill *he’s* the one humming because he knows you enjoy it, even if it’s not his thing

“are you up for a dance, mon amour?”

[xuanhttps]

WAIT U WRITE CHAR X CHAR FOR PJSK IF ITS OK PRETTY PLEWSE TSUKASA NENE GAMING DATE 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

— retry !

— https.note ;; I LOVE NENEKASA SMMM THEYRE MY EVERYTHINGS also sorry this is kinda short i wrote this at 5am

— https.warning ;; none! just fluffy couplecstuff. also this isnt proofread i never proofread stuff im not a NERD! /lh

sounds of buttons being mashed at aggressively accompanied by shooting was a common occurrence in nene kusanagi's room, everyone knew that. some could even call it an addiction, which wouldnt be too far off. yet, what wasn't a common occurrence.. was multiplayer.

"w--wah! dear co-star, it killed me!" the blonde shouted out, dropping his controller onto the carpet as he pointed at the screen in an over exaggerated manner. "..tsukasa, you just need to press respawn. we're playing minecraft." nene pointed out, sounding unamused. although she wished to be more expressive, she just.. couldnt.

it was no matter though. the contrasting duo found themselves drifting away. even if it sounds silly, the clicking sounds on their controllers were.. oddly calming. nene's head leaned onto tsukasa's shoulder, yet, she wasnt actually sleepy atall.

" . . hey, 'kasa?" nene mumbled, looking up to the future star next to her. "yes, my co star?"

. .

a pause of silence. almost deafening.

" . . lets do this more often." she smiled, feeling tsukasa's arm around her shoulder. it was far from calm, yet, that was just part of the charm.

— hcs !!

︎︎♡ ,, nene and tsukasa often have gaming dates because nene doesnt have the social battery for big events n whatnot

︎︎♡ ,, that being said, whenever they do go out somewhere crowded like a festival, tsukasa refuses to leave nene's side even for a second. he brings along a backpack full of anything that can help out when nene's overwhelmed. headphones, squishy keychains, her favourite snacks, etc.. whatever works.

︎︎♡ ,, they r so majestic showstopping woman x some guy coded

︎︎♡ ,, nene acts uninterested in alot of tsukasa's show stuff in public. but, whenever theyre alone nene likes having him acting while she plays shooting games. something about his presence just.. helps.

︎︎♡ ,, theyre t4t i dont make the rules (i love trans hcs so much idc idc idc i love hearing headcanons u guys can tell me ur hcs and i will eat it UP!!!)

hi, anon n readers!! so sorry this kinda sucked <\3 i couldnt make it longer since school keeps pulling on mg right testicle but i promise ill write more along tje way ❤️❤️❤️❤️ also sorry if my portrayal of tsukasa is kinda off, im not good with his char atm since i dont normallt write chars lke him, but im working on it 🙏

[typekiku]

TSUKIHIME FASHION REVIEW 3!!!

under the dark crimson moon, i write this newest entry of the much awaited much beloved tsukihime fashion review.

it's a duty i must carry out for the sake of the generations of lost sheep both before and after my time that have yet to truly appreciate the true depth of style that is contained within the single greatest visual novel known to mankind (according to me)

yet, i feel as if i am not doing my duty to its fullest... how can i possibly adequately sum the glory of todays fashionista? how can i dare attempt to sum that up?? no! i cannot waver in my faith in my incredibly lacking writing skills nor fear people figuring out this barely has anything to do with fashion... I WILL PERSEVERE!!

on with the show as the youth say!

(SPOILER ALERT: i should mention ill probably end up spoiling a shit ton of oghime and whatnot here so watch out)

so without further ado todays subject is:

drum roll

MORE DRUM ROLL

thanks uhh whatever you are from

MICHAEL ROA VALDAMJONG

yes the one and only roa

BROA

the legend himself, the Serpent of Akasha, Uroboros, the founder of the burial agency, the infinite reincarnatior, and professional Arcueid simp.

we have gathered here today to judge his design and uh fashion ig and whatever else i feel like ranting today about.

lets get right to it.

look at this dude all shirtless and shit like cmon so shameless... cover em up damn. seriously tho this man has a thing for showing off his (or should i say others) bodies like you will see soon.

i guess this comes down to him enjoying the freedom of being fully in control of whatever body he is currently occupying actually?

maybe this is some super deep look into the merits of semi nudism or whatever idk im not smart.

probably takeuchi just wanted an excuse to draw some seriously ripped abs actually i mean this might seriously be the most abby abs we ever see in any TM work. its fucking shredded and roa probably knew that. weirdo

on the flipside that majestic hair is simply incredible. DAMN thats some 10/10 hair. only other hair in this series that compares is my wife arcueid's long hair before her mean little (Older actually but idc) Altrouge got all mean and shit.

umm who is this? what happened to my incredible haired roa?? TAKEUCHI WHERE ARE YOU??? someone please give me back long haired roa... this isnt funny...

do you see what we lost? long gorgeous haired roa should've stayed and im genuinely upset we lost him to this admittingly much better dressed roa. im ashamed of you serpent of fraudkasha

fr tho where tf did he even get this rockstar ass drip anyways? we know SHIKI has been locked up in the outside house for awhile before released thanks to a certain maid... did he just drop by the local hot topic or whatever? did he manifest it through sheer willpower and arcueid simpery?

understandable tbh i too acheive things through arcueid simpery such as dirty stares and social exclusion!!

for reference, here is SHIKI

yea

i guess he just uhh changes him which in hindsight is really fucking sad to think about so lets not

uhh ANYWAYS

ok so ignoring ciel on the right elesia or should i say roa decides the very first thing hes gonna do in poor elesias body is to strip it naked

huh?

yea roa is definitely a weird one. no wonder the other ancestors hate him (besides nero because he is #HIM)

sick cape tho

why is he so hot here actually? what the hell? i underestimated his looks like damn

no really why is he so hot anyways he should look like an absolute freak like he actually is. i see you roa. i see you got that long braid wrapped around your neck like damn son... you may have fallen in love with a literal killing machine and never even got to speak to her till the very very end but i see you.

rizzless bastard.

well thats enough from me so ill drop this classic mahoyo line because i found it very funny without context.

ciao!

[novellamarrie]

The Goldfinch review

debunking the goldfinch book hate and some of my opinions about the book.

Most hate surrounding the book is omg It's a dragger: yes it is! And for a reason. They are many pages that could have been left out but in my opinion needed to be there for example: when Boris ditched Theo for Kotku, Theo finds himself alone and bored without him so he doesn't have anything new and exiting to tell us so instead he describes the football match he sees on the TV (I think because I skipped that part lol). This just shows that not every part of Theos life has to be exiting all the time. It makes you feel bored just like Theo feels. When Theo falls in love you fall in love with a character too and so on. This is something that the book does perfectly.

Theo doesn't have a personality: once again yes this was done on purpose! Theo is described as very impresionable person. He doesn't really have his own personality like Boris or the others. He's a blank wall untill somebody comes along and writes on him.

The racism and soo on : ok this one is a little hard one to swallow even for me a die hard fan of this book. And possibly the only problem I have with the book but I like to believe that It's just who the characters are. Theres a part where a korean woman is interigating Theo and he couldn't remember her name. Like what you remember everyones names but not the koreans? Riight. Then the spoiled turkey from china town. Also Boris omg Boris I don't think he's racist. I know that by saying this I can get soo much hate but idc. Boris traveled the world, met many people of many skin tones, never mentiomed he ever had a problem also the n word is sayd a lot in slavic counries mainly because people don't know the history of the word or they just thing it's gangsta since all the rappers say it so casually. In no way am I trying to justify him saying it. I don't say it and never will. But he sayd it when he was hanging out with Kotku at that time and she listened to a lot of rap music. But if you want to say he is go ahead you have the right!

Boris hate club: let's be honest he's the only interesting character in the whole book. Also Theo is kinda unlikeable as an adult.

Never talking about serious problems in the book like substance abuse, alkoh*lism, mental illness..., It feels like these are used only for just an intertaning plot purposes like what? Theo and Boris are subtance abusers! and when Theo attemps to unalive himself in Amsterdam and It doesn't work out it's just swept under the rug and never talk about and never dealt with such a waste because the book is big enought to talk and deal with it. so over all rating is 3/5 stars.

[arthurtaylorlester]

BONUS EP LIVE BLOG

spoilers obviously

warning I get a little heated about calliope

A DREAM OF A THOUSAND CATS LIVEBLOG

starting at 2 minutes in

PAUL DONT YOU FUCKING DARe

HE DROWNED KITTENS

I FUCKING HATE BREEDERS

SHE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS

YEs SLAY GIRL CATS ARE BETTER TAKE OVER HUMANS

ooooh dreams? dreams you say

skeleton vulture go mrrrp

aww poor kittens

siamese you dont deserve this

we love a dedicated cat

THE ARTSTYLE IS SO COOL

cat of dreams?

dream is a wet cat confirmed?

CAT DREAM IS SO COOL

GENDER ENVY OHOHOOHIHJOHI

oh my god eye imagery

i love it everytime

GIANT KITTIES!?

hahahaha cat and man

ooh dream man disciple

WHAT TTHE FFUCK

dreams do change the world

timelines realities this show keeps getting better and better

EAT PAUL EAT PAUL EAT PAUL

ok you should leave instead that makes more sense

i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese

can you tell I like cats

cats are chaotic true

wait

shes hunting yall

THAT WAS EPIC

CALLIOPE LIVEBLOG

mysterious lecturer man talking about writing

who's lady

research?

girl hes uninterested

that was mean

nora aight

what the fuck did you give him nora

nora you like him it's so obvious

girl he isn't writing hes in writers block

mysterious man 2

he reminds me of remus lupin tbh

richard i mean

A YEAR!?

and the thing nora gave him was

a bezoar?

interesting get to the point old man

ooh greek mythos you say?

"ooh calliope is a muse

they summon her

get her trapped like dream

he save her"

<- prediction for the ep

what thhe ffu k

BITCH MR FRY OR QHATEEVR THE FUCK YOuR NAME IS

CALLIOPE PLEASE KICK ONE OF THEM IN THE BALLS

shes hot though, nothing to do with the show, but I'll let her fuck me

FUCK YOU MEN FROM THE SANDMAN TV SERIES BONUS EPISODE "dream of a thousand cats/ calliope" (i hc dream as nb)

richard you need to free her idc about your book

YOU TELL HIM CALLIOPE

BUT WHAT RICHARD

YOU FUCKING KNWO YOU WONT

im a writer i confirm writers are liars

BITVH WHAY RICHARD FUCK YOu

I HATE WHITE MEN LIKE RIXHARD

reddit user too? really?

NOT TWITTER

YOU CANT EXPECT INSPIRATION TO HIT YOY LIKE A BAT YOU NEED TO GO PRY THE INSPIRATION FROM DEATHS COLD HANDS. WHICH DOES NOT MEAN KIDNAPPING AN ANCIENT GREEK GODDESS

if you freed her she wouldve given you inspo immediately

Richard im sorry but your book /=/ someones freedom

ok youre drowning go on break

also no one is forcing you to write a second book just tell them you dont wanna

ok so someone is forcing you to write it

still doesn't put you in the right

free her shell give the goddamn inspo a

NONONONOJONINONO

RICHARD IF YOU FUCKING DARE

I WILL

youre a fictional characters i wont do shit but

NONONONON

calliope you fought back you did well

fucking incel

HEAR HER PRAYER

HEAR HER

hecate!!!!!!

call dream call dream call dream call dream

my favourite white boy rn call him call him

bitch what did yall do to eachother

OJSGJSJDKD

husband?????????

YES

YOU NOTH GOT TRAPPED WHAT

HOPE = DREAM CALLIOPE DO IT DO IT DO UT

jo rowling ?? ew like joke rowling is better

DREAAAAAAM PLEASEEEEE SHOW UP.

also what is it with dream and badly ending relationship with women wno deserve better

RICHARD??? WRITING STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS BITCH YOU RAPED A GOD

i hate him

FEMINIST

YOU ONLY WANT YO FUCK YOU INCEL

WOMEN IN YORU LIFE YOU MEAN THE ONLY ONE IS HELD AGAINST HER WILL

OUR SUCCESS????

shes trapped what are you on ffs

they are people not objects you cunt

oh woc poc boohoo fake rep

escape girl

pause im eating lunch

DREAAAAAM HES HERE

ric getting the authors wrong because hes guilty and only naming women was deserved

glad fry guy got what he deserved

inspire him dream if you dont ill fight you

PUNISH HIM DREAM

DREAM AND CALLIOPE BEING BESTIES IS SOMETHING I NEED NOW

ok but dream what did you do

ooh lingering feelings?

ya are kinda really close

OHOHOOHO DREAM SLAY

your ideas arent evn your fucking own you bitch

60 YEARS!!!!

DREAM KNOWS THAT PAIN

OH IT WAS A DREAM YEAH THAT MAKES SENSE

smile calliope look hot owning him

yOu had A SON

wow divorcees calliope and dream being friends pleasepleasepleaseplease

nora nooooo hes a rapist

CURSE OF IDEAS YES

SLAY MORPHEUS AND CALLIOPE

morphlliope?

calliopheus?

dreamuse

SLAYYYYYYYY

REWRITE IT

yes dream my fav feminist

oh so calliope left dream

what happened

dream growth yesssssss

no dont release him

keep like that forever

fair enough calliope, i get your point

SHAPER OF FORMS???? BITCH ITS MORPHEUS

pathetic little man (derogatory)

pathetic little man (affectionate)

yk who is who

yes who is your son

oh hes dead

dream needs space, i get him

fun fact i changed my tumblr other user for oneiros

hes so cool

CALLIOPE GETS HER HAPPY ENDING :D

[jinxedeyes]

me being autistic and writing an essay about the series that changed my life

dofus is ending this july and its been on my mind this week. i know im annoying abt this series but idc and ill write an essay abt my thoughts about it if i want to. its been with me ever since i was 11, and i grew up reading it. in 4 months the final volume will be released and while im so excited to see the end, im not ready either. i can't imagine not being able to look forward for the next volume. ahhhh

anyways this isnt even about this. this isnt a revelation because the subtext has always been there but ive been thinking about it hard these past few days. dofus is about love. now yeah i know most krosmoz medias are at this point (even tot said that all of his stories are about love so im fundamentally right about this) but i think that its especially prelevent in dofus. yeah its silly and the series isnt meant to be taken 100% seriously most of the time, but its in those little serious moments that its very much made clear how it was, and always will be about love, most specifically love for your family. blood, adoptive, found family, it doesnt matter. the way arty and crail love each other so much, even if not related by blood. the way even though gou tries to go on, he knows his trauma about letting his family down will never leave him. the way jack sacrificed himself for lily. the way dodge accidently adopts ejipe. the way lethaline just wanted to belong to a group. the way vil feels remorse for putting his mentor (and father really) on his deathbed and that he knows he'll never be able to redeem himself. the way the group decides ''yeah were a family now'' even though they were all strangers trying to kill each others just a few months prior. you could argue that its the same in wakfu but truth is that wakfu's whole love subtext got so muddied with the whole demigod bullshit of season 3 that i kinda don't care about it right now. hell even the main villain, soft' orn, is about the effects a lack of love can have on an unwanted child.

anyway. growing up with it, growing up in a dysfunctional household..... idk. i think this series really helped me with my pain. the way the characters love, even amidst their flaws is just so special to me. like hey, i can be loved too, even if i have flaws. wow. thats fucking insane. i too can have friends. i too can have a family.

im gonna miss this series so much. i dont think i could ever be able to find another piece of media that i'll love as much as i love dofus. i feel a bit ridiculous writing this but i dont care lol

[lxvebelle]

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x ADHD fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: in where aaron warner helps his girlfriend with her ADHD.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slight burnout, pet names, stress, slight eating disorder, mental illnesses, anxiety(?), comfort, fluff, use of Y/N, fem reader, modern AU (this is totally a self insert but idc because I NEED TJIS RN OKAY DONT BLAME EM GUYS BLAME GOD)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1343

𝐀/𝐍: i like totally needed this because i just got overwhelmed and had a breakdown yesterday and i dont feel motivated to do shit todsu (its glimg to go away tomorrow but let me be dramatic smh) ANYWAS THIS IS FOR ALL MY ADHD GIRLIES WHO ARE LIKE ME AND SUFFER WITH THIS <333 (also idk if this is realistic or just normal for yall, i just put the things that happen to me everyday that classifies as adhd😾)

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐀/𝐍: ykw idk if tjis ks good or not i made this at like 1 am so im tirdx bfo but whayever ima post it and see what happens lol

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @heqrtlcss (ask if you want to be added or removed from taglist! <3)

1. executive dysfunction.

(ONE example: focusing too much on one thing, OR, hyperfixation.)

now, you know that you were supposed to be doing something else. it’s about 11:20, and that’s when you and aaron eat lunch together. but, you had to finish this.

plus, it’ll only take a little while, right? it isn’t like you’ll spend thirty more minutes writing a synopsis for a book you read for a friend who asked about it.

wrong.

ten minutes later, your shoulder gets gently pushed. your eyes immediately trail to the owner of the hands and find aaron.

“i know, i know, i’m almost finished,” you say, going back to quickly typing on the keyboard of your laptop. you could feel aaron frown, his eyes still on your head.

“love, it’s time for lunch. you know you have to eat, right?” he asks, putting his hands on the armrest of your chair. though, you barely pay attention to it. “i know. i’m almost finished, though.”

aaron sighs before you find yourself getting turned around in your chair, making your arms fling to the armrest. the blond leans down so he can meet your eyes, his face stern.

“y/n. you know i love you—so much—but it’s time to stop and eat lunch. you know that,” he says, sternly, his eyes focused on you.

you frown and glance back to your laptop before sighing and agreeing with him. “okay, okay,” you grumble, getting up from your chair.

aaron smiles as he follows behind you as you walk into the living room to eat lunch with him.

2. uncontrollable fidgeting.

(a physical reaction to stress or concentration.)

you couldn’t help it. you practically needed something to fidget with. this day was already stressful with you forgetting to set your alarm clock, causing both you and aaron to wake up late; not to mention work being stressful and hard for you.

it was an instinct to fidget whenever you were stressed.

you quickly put your keys down once you made it into your house and immediately looked around for aaron. sadly, you didn’t see him in the living room, or kitchen, so you went to your shared bedroom.

luckily, you find aaron on the bed, who, surprisingly, is wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants. you don’t have time to gawk before you walk up to your boyfriend and practically lounge on top of his chest, making him grunt in shock.

“angel?” he asks, turning off the tv with the remote before his hands wrap around your hips.

you start to fidget with the strings of his hoodie, tugging on them and folding them up. normally you’d have one of those pop-its or a different kind of fidget toy, but this time, you don't.

aaron thankfully figures out what’s happening when you don’t respond and quickly leans over to his bedside counter, careful not to move you, and gets one of the fidget toys he got for you.

huh, you didn’t even realize that was there.

“here, angel,” he says softly, smiling whenever you look up at him take the toy from his hands and start to fidget with it on his chest.

you see him grab the remote and turn on the movie that he was watching before moving one of his hands behind his head, his other hand still resting on your hip.

3. choice paralysis.

(inability to choose choices or decisions.)

you bite your lip in stress, your fingers tapping against your thigh. you and your friends decided to hang out, and they wanted to meet up somewhere again.

it was going fine until one of your friends decided to let you choose since you’d never chosen before.

“so, where are we going, y/n?” your friend beside you asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. it isn't their fault that they don't know about your adhd. only your close friends do, but they’re not here right now. and that makes this 10x worse.

“uhm… i don’t know,” you say with a shrug. saying i don’t know to things was always easier than making decisions. choosing made you panic, stressed, even though you didn’t know why.

“come on, y/n. you can’t just say i don’t know about this,” your other friend sighs, looking up at you from the floor. you nervously bite your lip, moving your feet around.

“well—i don’t really know places y’know? why don’t one of you guys choose?” you asked hopefully, hoping that they would spare you.

they didn’t.

“nope. it’s your turn to choose. we all chose,” the friend beside you says, shrugging nonchalantly. you begin to wish that aaron was there right now.

good thing that apparently, he’s a genie.

“you could just go to that cafe that just opened.” your friends turn to the voice who butted in, revealing aaron, leaning against the kitchen counter with his phone in hand.

“oh, yeah! i heard that it’s really good!” another friend butts in, smiling. the friend beside you frowns, looking at you. “are you sure you don’t want to choose this time? i mean we could let you choose—“

“no, no! it’s fine!”

4. trouble recalling commonly used words.

(you don’t remember the word you need to use, even though you’ve used it a hundred times before.)

you were pacing around your room with aaron sitting on your bed, watching you with a smile as you use your hands to exclaim your excitement about a new book you’ve read.

he always knew that books were one of your hyperfixations, and he never said no to you asking to buy piles of books.

“and then—oh my god—he literally smiled. like, he knew! he literally knew that he was going to win the case even though she worked so hard to collect—“ you cut off, trying to remember the word that you were going to use.

“uhm.. wait, what was the word—“

“proof?”

“yes! proof that he was a bastard and deserved to go to jail, but no! they just had to believe him over poor becca and nat who literally are in the fucking right! like, can you believe that?!” you rant, hitting your hand with your other hand in a chopping motion.

aaron lifts an eyebrow. “that sounds like the trial was flawed,” he says. words like that always came easy for him, which you never understood. you always had to think about easy words for some reason.

“it is! like, he’s literally so stupid and annoying—and—wait—and—irritating!” you groan, running a hand down your face.

aaron can’t help but chuckle at your aggression, hiding his smile with his hand. “shut up, aaron,” you deadpan.

5. poor sense of time.

(forgetting what time or day it is.)

oh shit, oh shit. you forgot all about this project. you quickly rush on the paper, your handwriting messy but you’re too stressed to care about that now.

you thought that it was wednesday. not thursday. how could it be thursday? you literally checked the time before and it was thursday. or was it?—you don’t remember anymore.

“angel?” aaron asks curiously, looking at your rushed state. “wait.” you continue to write down on the paper quickly, knowing that the deadline is in five minutes.

“shit, i thought it was wednesday,” you rant to aaron, continuing to scribble down words. “did you forget again?” aaron asks, though it isn’t judgmental.

“yes,” you groan, sticking your hand in your hair so you can lay the side of your face on your palm. “literally, how is it thursday?”

aaron just signs before walking closer to you, putting a hand on your back, and beginning to rub it gently in a form of comfort.

“well, now you know it’s thursday. and, you’re almost finished. even if it’s past the deadline, you’ll be finished with it quickly. don’t worry, love,” he says softly.

you glance up at him before swallowing, nodding your head softly. “yeah, yeah. thank you, darling,” you mumble, calming down. though, you still slightly rush to get through the paper so it doesn’t get late.

[shittyblogname]

General dating headcanons

Title says it all, probably out of character but idc just enjoy ^^

gonna write for William & Michael rn because I got something to do but a shit ton of headcanons I wanna write

Warnings: William being a pervert, mentions of anorexia/obesity 

I’m offended that Tumblr doesn’t have any good FNAF/William gifs and it took forever to find this in the right size 

William Afton

if we are talking like manipulative relationship then I’d expect him to cheat on you, a lot

look man you can’t trust him

but y’all simps are here to have fluff or whatever so let’s say he loves you :)

he takes you out to creepy Pizza dates 100%

most likely at his own restaurant because he doesn’t need to pay

bonus if u like the funky lil robots

this man will scare you every chance he gets, when ur cooking, when ur home, even when you just talk to eachother he always says shit like “I need to talk to you about something” and then leaves it at that

doesn’t hesitate to grope you whenever tf he wants

I think we can all unite on the fact that he’s a pervert most likely (not a pedo tho there is a big difference) 

I don’t think he’s very empathic, so if you have any sorts of mental illness or other stuff that you struggle with he’s gonna be either evaporated until you feel better or deal with it in a very awkward way 

Willy tries tho

mostly just awkward headpats, holding ur hand and listening

doesn’t know what to say man

if you are female, he’s a boob man 100% 

if ur working as security guard he would very much appreciate it if you’d leave the top button undone :)

he’s an asshole, so don’t expect him to treat you like royalty but if someone makes fun of you he’ll make sure that they aren’t around to do that anymore ;)

I feel like it can go two ways in a relationship with him, one would be the kind of “love you too blabla” while with the other one he considers you the only person he really wants around himself

totally has lost his virginity with Henry and I refuse to believe something else

takes you to these horror houses all the time

loves it when you squeeze his hand or hide ur face in his shoulder :)

in public he seems like a chill guy tbh, just kinda looms over you with that eerie aura that makes people want to leave you guys alone lol

great if you have social anxiety :D

he’ll talk for you don’t worry

doesn’t really care about your body type unless you are super obese or anorexic, he’ll talk to you about it, trying to figure out a way to get you healthier 

goes without saying but he’s rlly mf smart

I mean, it takes some brain to make these robots

so lying to him or something similar won’t get you far 

overall he’s a asshole but if you rlly did ur magic on him he’ll be ok :)

Michael Afton

he gives me the biggest trans FTM vibes as a teen and I will die on that hill

just me? Damn

top scars would look so natural on him imo

anyways

totally wears nailpolish

while Michael sounds quite mature in the game series, I picture him as more of a inner child 

it’s no secret that William is a terrible father and didn’t give a shit about him, so he never really got to be a kid yk

I especially get this kind of vibe from his little cutscene at the end of SL, wanting to find his father to get revenge I’m assuming 

you know these potion making toys? PLEASE bring one home with you and make it a whole evening, he’ll adore it 

lets you paint his nails

Post SL I bet he’d be pretty insecure about his looks

doesn’t really talk about it but if you compliment him he’ll just smile to himself about it all week

husband material

he has attachment issues 100%

he’s scared of the dark probably

can’t sleep in the dark either

so you guys have a little nightlight :)

if you do anything around the house, he’ll come up behind you & hug you

respects your boundaries unlike William

he’s pretty Vanilla in the bedroom but I’d say that he’s willing to try some stuff as long as it doesn’t injure you or him

soft dom 100%

can’t bring himself to hurt you ;_;

just, idk. You’re just his little lovebug

he appreciates you sticking around a lot :)

assuming he gets a normal deskjob sometime, I BEG YOU make him those lunchboxes that others would consider cringe or weird

he’ll absolutely love them

I feel like he had snakebites as a teen but took them out to look more like a adult

if you have any kind of mental illness and struggle with it he’s your personal hype man

since he’s never received emotional support when he was younger he doesn’t really know how to reassure you either

but he’ll listen and comfort you

this makes me wanna write a wholesome husband Michael fic

I’m gonna do that now

[calllamander]

Okay I'm ready I've made up my mind , here's a little backstory no one wants to hear: my sister just got engaged and I cried for about half an hour because I was so freakin happy for her sooo I'm in such a lovely mood , maybe you can pick that up and write a little engagement thingy ? :) idc if it's drabble hcs or else , whatever works best for you sweetie 😊 also you can pick the character ...... but we both know who works always for us lmao

Thank you so muuuch and take all the time you need ! 💖

ahhhh! this is so sweet! nonnie congrats to your sister!! when I got this ask I literally started smiling so wide in my online class that everyone was really confused 😂 I hope this is alright...and plausible haha I’ve never been proposed to (hurry up Tooru smh) - sorry for the wait, this is my piece de résistance and I wanted it to be as good as it could be ❣️

Hq boys proposing

KUROO smiled at you from the passenger seat, your hand in his as usual as you drove, Tokyo fading into the patchwork fields of country. “tetsu...” you ask, laughing as the wind tangled you’re hair, “where are we going?” it seemed almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask because he suddenly looked nervous, very nervous, the kind of nervous where he accidentally blurts out chemistry pick up lines on the first date (it’s a miracle he got a second one). he looked over, emboldened by your easy enthusiasm. “do you remember when we were still in high school, and you used to call me and just say ‘get me out of here?’ ” his voice is low and serious, and impossibly gentle with emotion. you nod, and your smile gets sadder at the memory, the memory of you. “well,” he stops the car and opens up his door, hurrying round to do the same for yours, composing his thoughts as you start the walk, down the path off the road, along the river, and he feels a flush of pride as recognition illuminates your face. it’s a perfect evening, the sky is watercolour pink and orange, and the water reflects it perfectly. “we found this place by chance” he continued speaking faster from nerves, “and when we walked down this- this exact path, i knew that this was different from anything else. my whole life I have had a good life, and I had been with good people and yet I‘d just felt...” he paused, and looked you right int he eyes, before sighing out: “restless.” your mouth opens slightly and you whisper his name. “And you know when I’m with you I just feel still” he continues, starting to blink back tears. “and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything y/n l/n, and” he got down on one knee: in front of the setting sun, and the river refracting the light. and he did look still. he looked radiant and relaxed and so so happy. and you covered your face with your hands but stopped yourself because you didn’t want to miss any of this. “and this is my moms ring” he said, “and i wish she could’ve met you but I know she would have“ his voice cracked and he looked away for a split second, swallowing hard, “would have loved you almost as much as I do.” he grinned in spite of himself and you smiled too, even through your tears. “so,” he laughed, “after all this, I guess ill just....” he laughed again, messing his hair up agitatedly, “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you laugh and run towards him, “a thousand times yes!”

OIKAWA looked himself over once more in the mirror, he’d tried hard to look like he’s trying but also casual which makes him feel kind of stupid but that paradox of appearances and feelings is just how he’s wired. casual. not I’ve-been-planning-this-for-forever-and-if-it-goes-badly-i-don’t-have-the-faintest-idea-what-I’d-do. that’s not what he wants. it needs to be a total surprise. the rings already in his breast pocket, right above his heart. the ring feels like happiness. “princess?” he spins and offers you his arm, “ready?” And when he’s sees you he blushes down neck like when its genuine, because you look beautiful in that dress, and he might be getting a little bit choked up, and ducking down to hide it. because...because it’s you, because he’s actually doing this. with you. actually. finally. “lets go then” you laugh and he laughs back with a determination usually reserved for the court. because this is everything. the drive is a short one and the night air is cold against your cheek, the streetlights make oikawa’s hair a coppery halo round his head and the wind fluffs it up in a way he gets frustrated about but you could stare at all day. “i love you ” you sigh, looking over at your boyfriend, and he blushes and stutters and tries to focus on the road. “I love you too darling” and he gives you the gentlest smile that he‘s ever shared with anyone “te amo, mi alma.” he parks and takes your hand. the observatory is empty: long closed, and your heels clack on the tiled floor. the stairs are steep, but the two of you are young and you‘re boundless because that’s what love does to people. in no time at all you step out, into the round room that forms the top floor, and gasp. there’s candles set in the corners and there’s flowers and there’s your boyfriend looking utterly ethereal, his white shirt a buttery yellow in the candle light. and you feel your heart just ache with how much you love him. he presses a button, and, as the roof starts to open up like a flower, he takes a deep breath. “when I was younger every time I felt lonely I used to think about space” sliver by sliver the roof was opening up, and you could see a glass dome, snatches of stars, pinpricks of light. torus voice was gentle, and fragile, and proud and horrifically insecure and somehow everything because it was him. “theres more out there“ He glanceable up at the sky unfolding, “than we can ever comprehend...I liked it. I liked that it was infinite. i liked that I belonged to something that was chaotic and orderly and empty and full” he swallowed hard. “and then there was you. and you were the best person I had ever met. and I thought that maybe I would have to be something else for you, because i’ve felt like that my whole life. but you - you just...made me feel like I belonged. and I didn’t need the night sky anymore because this,” the roof finally opened all the way and for one perfect moment it was just you, tooru and the universe: the heaviness of him, and the lightness too. “this is infinite.” he dropped down on one knee. “y/n l/n I love you with everything in the solar system and I will until every last star is blown out, and a thousand years more. and this isn’t horrifically corny so I’m going to just ask: will you marry me?” You let out a sob

“yes”

SAKUSA leant into your touch the way he never had for anyone else. like a warmth he never knew was missing, a tiny puzzle piece in his soul. your hand was running through his hair, occasionally creeping down to rub his back. he blushes, because irritatingly he can’t stop himself (but does he wean them to?). you‘re off guard now, relaxed, eyes closed, breathing in the night air from the roof of your apartment block. his face is in your neck and it’s all very peaceful (so peaceful it makes his heart hurt). he takes a deep breath (its now or never). “...hey y/n?” you hum, opening your eyes to show you’re listening. he struggles to think of what to say. “i love you” he settles on. you kiss his hair, “I love you too omi.” you say it like it’s obvious and he shakes his head, sitting up a little more so he can look at you. “no, I mean...I- I didn‘t know what love was. and I didn’t realise how badly I wanted it, until I met you. and I just” he exhales, momentarily turning his head up to stare into the sky. “I want to spend forever with you. that. that’s what I want. and I don’t have a ring, or a dramatic plan and maybe that’s what you would have wanted-” he’s looking down now, he knows, getting nervous, and he forces himself to get back on track. “but” He realises he should be kneeling and goes to do so in front of you. “I would be the happiest man alive if you would marry me.” and there, on a camp bed that he dragged onto the roof and covered with bedding just because you mentioned you liked the night, under the cloudy 11 o clock sky with the love of your life. you said yes.

@anonanonymousanon

[bisexual-bitch-blogs]

"Unexpected" Pt 1

Hilichurls X GN Stoic! Reader

You are a pyro catalyst.

POV While working with Venti and Aether to get the 'Shield of Magnificent Honor'. You unknowingly proposed to the hilichurl with a flower and the hilichurl agrees. In exchange, the hilichurl give you its 'shield'. However, you and your companions teleported away making the young hilichurl pack up to find you. His big brother, the mitachurl, followed along in order to protect him from any enemies. They stumbled upon dragonspine where Albedo took interest in them and made a deal.

"I'll help you find them. In exchange, you will participate in my studies."

Hilichurls agreed but One day. A experiment gone wrong(right?) And they turned (slightly) human. At the same time, you, Aether and Paimon decided to visit the chief alchemist, Albedo due to Sucrose's request.

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It's been only 20 minutes when the hilichurls has turned human. Albedo is now drawing them, teaching them english as the smaller golden eyed male danced around the fire. His brother just sat by the fire, staring a bullet through the fiery flames. A familiar voice pierced through the air.

"Hello? Are you perhaps Albedo the chief alchemist? Sucrose has sent us here saying you want to study the honorary traveler."

The young hilichurl turned around to see you in front of their benefactor with the same blonde and white haired companions. Seeing how alert his younger brother is, the mitachurl glanced at you, observing.

"Ah, greetings. Let me reintroduce myself. I am Albedo, chief alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius-"

Man didnt get to finish his introductory when a white haired male with coal like skin and barely any clothes, jumped onto you. Caught off guard, both you and the half bare male fell down into the cold fluffy snow.

"Muhe ye!"

What the hell did this elf like dude just say? It sounded like the hilichurlian. Who are you kidding. It is. Why did he jump at you, rubbing his smooth cheek against yours?

"Oh Hilic. Is that the person you been looking for?"

The white haired male nods excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. You looked at the pretty toned male on top of you in question. After all you never seen him before. You asked awkwardly.

"Excuse me. Can you please get off me?."

Its seems like the dark skinned boy didnt hear you and continued to cling to your warm body. Albedo apologized.

"Apologies, (Y/N). He doesn't understand english well nor speak. The same goes for his older brother, Mita. They were once Hilichurl and Mitachurl but recently turned human due to my experiment."

Aether gaped while the fairy gasped at the information. Unlike you who was unfazed. Standing up with 'Hilic' stuck to your side, you stumble due to his weight but managed to stay standing in the end.

"I see. However, what do you mean by looking for me?"

The short teal eyed male explains.

"You have confessed to Hilic with a flower. He accepted and gave you his shield as a engagement gift. You accepted it then ran away before marriage. So he went to look for you with his brother. I'm assuming the rest is to complete the marriage and reproduce."

Pretty sure he meant build a family but either way. What the f*ck. You have never heard of a half hilichurl and half human baby. Much less a 'monster' and a human together.

THUD!

"P-Paimon!"

Shouted Aether.

Oh Paimon fainted. Anyways, this isnt about her. You asked.

"Is there a way to cancel or divorce?"

Albedo shook his head.

"Not that I know of nor am I interested."

Sighing. You let yourself be used as a human heater. Aether said, screeching.

"Wait..Are you saying both of them are joining our team now???!!"

Albedo hums.

"It cannot be helped..... Now honorary knight. I assume Sucrose has sent you here to me blah blah blah."

You ignored the rest of Albedo's words as you had a staring contest with 'Mita'. The older ravenette seemed interested in you? Nah. His younger brother is engaged to you somehow. It's not like harem is a thing in their culture...............Right?

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I plan to make a pt 2. Idc how cursed this fic might be. Ill make it cute somehow. Srry if this writing seems a little rushed.

Next I'll be working on is a Zhongli request and a Scaracoochie X Male Reader. I plan to complete it tonight or tmr if possible. I'm tryna feed ya'll before I wont post for a long time due to personal problems.