#like live your best life but please make it easier to filter it out i don't want to see it man

[kkachis]

i would beg on my hands and fucking knees for the self-insert ship and smut writers in fandom tags to tag their shit with "x reader" or something general like that For The Love Of God. i do not want to read that stuff and i have to wade through so much of it every time i brave a tag. jesus christ

[heyidkyay]

Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Epilogue

Because I couldn't not give them a proper ending.

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

Masterlist

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MATTY POV:

“Now, we’ve all seen it. We’re all talking about it! So, why don’t we just clear the air, hey?”

Matty raised a brow at the interviewer.

Immediately he knew where this question was ultimately headed, but instead of making things easier for all parties involved, he went with the clueless route. Because that was always more fun, wasn’t it? And also, if he lived for anything, then it was annoying the fuck out of the nosy godawful pricks who were constantly so engrossed in his private life. 

“Sorry, mate. Gonna have to be a bit more specific here.”

The interviewer, Josh or something of the like, blinked at him before he casted a glance at the camera and laughed him off awkwardly. 

In all truth, Matty wasn’t the type to bite his tongue (not for a lack of trying, of course, he’d just always had zero filter- something which he liked to blame his mother for) and so it was probably quite easy to tell just how much he didn’t want to be here, in this fucking sauna of a room. 

Christ, was he sweating already? 

With a sigh, he scratched at the side of his cheek in attempt to hide the yawn he’d been fighting off since this shit-show had begun, and waited for the bloke sat opposite to continue on with this tireless charade they all seemed to adopt sooner or later. All, as in, every journalist ever.

It had all grown so tiring, so trivial, by this point in their career. They all just seemed to ask the same thing in one term or another, over and over. What’s your favourite colour? Who’s your celebrity crush? How’s it staying sober? Who’re you currently shagging? 

That last one was something of a hot topic at the minute. For him at least. 

Always him, it seemed. 

See, it’d all started a few months back when the lot of them had taken a good few weeks off so that Hann could have the ‘wedding of his dreams’. Or at least that was how Matty had taken it, having been on something of a roll with the last album and tour, he’d wanted to get a head start on the next now that he was properly off of all the hard stuff. 

But Jamie, their band’s manager, had taken use of his authority and all but demanded the break. 

Put his foot down. Quite literally, in fact- through a glass table of all things during a celebratory night out after the Brits. 

Matty had been rather delighted with the scene, of course, and thus had given Jamie a whistling round of applause, which had died down shortly after only Ross had joined him. Still, it had been a night worthwhile.

Anyway… stories always seemed to get away from him. He sort of had a knack for it, he guessed, going round and round the point. Or maybe he was just showing his age. But yeah, it had all basically begun way back when Hann had finally declared the date of his wedding.

Matty, honestly hadn’t been dreading it- no, not at all. Losing one of his best mates, forever, to a girl of all things. No, he’d been completely fine. Excited for them even!

Almost.

Maybe…

Alright, so he might’ve used every possible opportunity he’d had to avoid the topic at all costs, but previously mentioned girl was also relatively chill, and someone Matty had grown quite fond of in recent years. So he hadn’t been too vocal about his many irrational dwellings and constantly rising panic. Up until that very moment at least.

And Hann… he hadn’t been too happy a chap.

But with the wedding still happening- with or without his blessing, he’d like to iterate- Matty had used up the time and space he’d been ‘gifted’ to work on himself a bit. So he’d fucked off dating and alcohol (the hard stuff at least), took up jiu-jitsu, and decided to slack off social media too for a while. 

Just wanted to keep his circle small in truth. He drunk a bit of wine here and there, and smoked when and where he pleased. 

Because since rehab, he’d actually become something short of a chimney, which was honestly saying something if you’d known him at all before. A cigarette after the most mundane tasks had quickly become an adopted habit of his, alongside the weed which he didn’t have the heart to give up. Because, who the fuck else did it harm in the grand scheme of things?

And that had been that. Up until the point when Ross, the ginormous tosser he was, had gone and cucked up his pretty little bubble of peace by asking who he’d intended to bring along to Hann’s wedding.

Matty had sort of lost it then. Because he’d had. No. Fucking. Clue.

Not after having been out of the game for so long, and having avoided almost every ounce of social interaction that had been tossed his way. 

Plus, there'd been absolutely no way that he was bringing some randomer along to his best mate’s big day. He just wasn’t down with that. And so, like that fucking loser he was, he’d declared that he’d be going stag.

But, Y/s/n, the formidable angel she was (as well as the poor woman of Hann’s decrepit dreams, poor sod), had simply laughed her arse off at him when he’d mentioned it, and point blank told him no. 

Actually, the words she’d used were, ‘There’s no way in fuck-off hell that you, of all people, are turning up stag to my wedding, Matty. I’ll sort it.’

And did she fuck.

Because not too soon after that whole commotion did you fall into the mix.��

Now, Matty had heard tidbits about this faceless girl here and there- you were Y/s/n’s older sister for one, and was almost always busy doing something of the sorts. But you had quickly become a strange puzzle in his incredibly hectic life, someone he knew bits and pieces about but could never quite imagine complete.

Truthfully, the whole thing had honestly been a favour to the both of you at first. You had been in need of someone to throw in front of your mum for a bit (something Matty could relate to- intrusive mother’s were now something of a pastime to him), and he’d just been desperate enough for any kind of date that he’d so happened to agree. Figured it’d be fun, a distraction to take his mind off of losing one of his very best mates. 

Dramatic, he knows, but who cared.

So Hann had sent him your number and it had all sort of spiralled from there. He’d messaged you on a whim, having decided to just get it over and done with, but then you had texted back. And Matty had grown enthralled.

You’d spent that entire first night messaging back and forth. And then the night after that, and the one after that, and so on. 

Days had rapidly turned to weeks, and weeks into months. And before either of you had even realised it, the big day had finally arrived.

And honestly? Matty had been fucking bricking himself.

That morning especially, but also the entire week prior, too.

Just ask Ross and George- he’d been an utter mess. 

Such a fucking nutcase in fact that George had actually blocked his number and flat out refused to answer his front door. 

Ross had been a true friend in his time of need though, but mainly because he’d just been pleased to have someone to shit all over and rip to bits. He was a vindictive little fucker at the best of times, and supposedly found immense pleasure in Matty’s obvious suffering.

So yeah, he’d been anxious about it alright, more than just that to be honest, but surprisingly he hadn’t been able find an actual word to describe what he’d truly been feeling.

Even thinking back to it now had his stomach all tied up in knots.

It was almost a little dizzying to see the complete turn around he’d made of it since then, even with everything that had occurred that evening. Because it was him we were talking about here, and so of course he’d been the first to cock things up.

Still, it had all worked out in the end. Hadn’t it? 

And here he now was, sat on this arse-aching chair, being asked a question all about you.

“The pictures, Matty! We’re all dying to know more. Twitter is, quite literally, imploding!”

Ah, the pictures…

Pap shots, more like. Fucking pricks the lot of them.

But they were all out there now. For everyone to see. And they’d only doubled in recent weeks after the news of baby Hann had broken and that dildo had gone into hiding. They all wanted to know about her, about the girl who’d been a complete constant in his life. The girl he’d been orbiting like the fucking sun.

And perhaps if it hadn’t been him they were all gossiping about, he might’ve wanted to know a bit more about it all too, because it was just human nature, he figured. To want- even after the most insignificant things. It was just something everybody appeared to find oddly intriguing.

So he could understand it, see?

At least from a fan’s perspective he could- the media too, if he was being technical. But it honestly had begun to grate on him a little. He hadn’t wanted to hide you away from this part of his life, it wasn’t like that at all in actuality. He’d just wanted you to himself for a little bit longer. To ignore the rest of the world so that he could learn everything there was to know about you.

But shit happened and life never gave you exactly what you were after, did it? Not in the ways you expected, at least.

“Come on, you can tell us…” James then goaded- or had it been Jack? Matty frowned. Either way, he wasn’t too attached.

“Yeah, I could, mate. But question is, do I really want to?” Matty countered, forefinger pressed against the corner of his mouth whilst he smirked unashamedly at the reporter.

The guy, bless him, really did seem to be trying. He wanted his big break, Matty could tell, and a story like this could probably get him just that. 

But. 

Matty was an insufferable twat at the best of times, and he wasn’t one to turn down a game of fun. Especially not after the rollercoaster of a day he’d had.

“I think it’d be good, for you, for your fans, to let everyone in on the big secret, don't you?” Jim- yeah, that’s what he was going with- encouraged him, and Matty had to struggle not to roll his eyes. “So who is she? This girl you’ve been spotted with.”

“Don’t know about you, but I talk to a lot of women on the daily. Get pictured with a fair few too, hard to keep track, you know?”

Jim’s smile tightened and Matty felt his own fall into something a bit more genuine. Ah, he was going to enjoy this.

“Come on, Matty.” And fuck did he hate the way Jim said his name. There were two fucking t’s in there, for Christ’s sake. But this tit of a saucepan kept making it sound as though it had been shortened from Madeleine or some sort. 

‘Maddy. Maddy.’ What was he, an eighty year old woman?

“We’re all friends here! Your fanbase have been making a few fair assumptions, some even recognising her.”

Matty’s brow quirked at that. “Oh, yeah? Fill me in then, Jimbo.”

The interviewer’s forehead wrinkled in slight confusion at the name he'd been dubbed, before he hastily continued on, believing himself to be finally getting somewhere.

“Well, she just keeps popping up everywhere! We’ve seen her out with you, in London, and New York, here in LA. People are beginning to suspect that she’s the one we’ve all been hearing in the background of your Instagram stories, and on your lives.” Jim explained, and he was a very gesticulative man, Matty noted. 

He was almost a little fearful that he was about to get slapped in the face by one of his wayward hands.

“And most of all, I’ve discovered that quite a lot of your band’s fans make quite the detectives. They’ve all rallied and decided that you met this mystery girl at Adam, the bands guitarist’s wedding earlier this year.”

“How’ve they deducted this then?” Matty found himself asking, a tad invested now.

Jim seemed to beam at him then and Matty found himself regretting this whole thing. Fuck Jamie, and fuck the guys. Why was it always him doing these shitty fucking interviews whilst everyone else got to sit at home on their arses?

He had a thousand other things he could’ve been doing in that very moment- most of them included you.

“I’m actually glad you asked.” Jim barrelled on, and Matty had almost forgotten he was there, too caught up in his own head. “On one of the announcement posts referring to your band’s newest edition, expected early next year, there was a user who had commented.”

Ah. How sagacious.

Matty was almost a little disappointed with that final deduction though- he’d expected more. Like a super secret stakeout. Or one of their fans behind bars after having hacked into the Secret Intelligence database, or fuck knows, Scotland Yard even. But nah, you’d only just gone and left a sodding comment on your sister’s baby post.

“Reckon there was a half a million comments there, mate.” Matty drawled, clucking his tongue ever so slightly. “Like, I was honestly hoping to get some lawyers involved here, break someone out of prison, or at the very least hear a more promising tale. I mean, a comment. Really?”

Good old Jim just seemed to find his reply hilarious though, and appeared rather thrilled that he’d finally managed to wrangle more than a few syllables out of him.

“I’m sure you have more than enough excitement going on in your life!” Jim conducted, chuckling away to himself. Matty forced a sarky sort of smile. “So can you either confirm, or deny, that the woman you’ve been spotted with, as of recent, is a bandmate’s sister?”

Matty stopped short, then gave a boisterous laugh. One knee jilting up off the floor slightly as he threw his head back against the back of the chair to just cackle at the bloke. He had to shake his head at it all, in disbelief. “Fuck man, how have you bolloxed that up so bad?”

Interviewer Jim just seemed to frown at him though, torn between obvious confusion and some of the amusement he still felt. He did his best to regroup though.

“What? Are you claiming the rumours to be false then?”

“Oh, I think the boys who have siblings would know better than to let me near any of them.” Matty retorted, still grinning away. “But I’ll leave it up to everyone else, and their incredible skills of deduction, to work it all out.”

Matty glanced away then pointed towards the small crew that had gathered and the camera that’d been set up.

“Suppose we're all done here then?”

Jim blinked at him, jaw swinging.

“Um.” He tried, but Matty was already up, out of his seat and throwing on his jacket. 

He stuck a hand out towards the man as he slipped a pair of dark shades over his eyes, because he could play at being polite. “Cheers for this, mate. Hope everything goes well.”

And then he was gone, having weaved his way through the building's hallways and slipped out through the first side door he'd found. His phone was already in hand by the time he felt the sun beaming down on him and he started smirking to himself as he typed out a text. 

Today 11:59

Georgie: 

World thinks I’m shagging your sister, mate.

Matty couldn’t help his grin, and was quick to drop out of his messages so that he could do exactly what he’d been hoping to do ever since his morning had begun.

His smile was a whole lot more fond when your face popped onto the screen, rubbing at your eyes with a pillowy pout.

“What?”

Matty snorted out an unjustly laugh at the love-filled greeting he'd received whilst he shook his head at you, mindful of the busy street he was crossing.

“What do you mean, what? Why are you asleep, it’s like 8pm your time.”

His chest fucking warmed at the sight of you wrinkling your nose unhappily at him, obviously not too pleased with having been awoken.

“Your point?” You fired back, sighing as you reluctantly sat up in bed, all the way back home in dreary London.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna kick yourself later when you can’t sleep tonight.” Matty mentioned, pausing on a street corner just outside of a trendy little cafe so that he could light a fag. Not caring about the few upturned noses he received in response from passersby and the avant-garde try hards settled on tables outside. LA, man.

“Then that’s my business, isn’t it?” You piped up, drawing his attention back down to his phone.

You’d since tied your hair up into a messy style of bun he typically loved to play with when you were cuddled up together, and sort of let the duvet pool around your hips.

“Besides, it was just a nap- you know how sleepy I get when I have to deal with Y/s/n all day. She’s been on a rampage this week, I swear, so just be happy you’ve not had to deal with any of it. I mean, really, there’s no fucking difference between Fine Dream and Frosted Cream! It’s all just paint to me!”

Matty couldn’t hide his lopsided smile as he listened to you continue your ramble. It had quickly become the most favoured part of his day, whether you were wrapped around one another back at his, or a couple hundred miles apart.

The couple hundred miles though, they had started to grow harder and harder, seeing as he was currently out in LA, whilst you were busy with life and things at home.

Still, he’d be back with you this time tomorrow morning- unbeknownst to you of course. Because he’d planned it to be something of a surprise. He’d been gone three long weeks and knew that the separation had been difficult on you both, seeing as the pair of you had spent practically every day since Hann’s wedding under one another’s feet.

“Anyway,” You sighed, regaining his attention, and Matty watched as you puttered about the kitchen, more than likely preparing yourself a cup of tea. “How did the interview go? Was it that radio thing you were excited for, or was that something else?”

Matty shook his head at the screen, stumping out his cigarette on the brick wall beside him. 

“That’s next week. All of us will be doing it though, so I’m looking forward to it.” He informed you, blowing out the last remaining tendrils of smoke. “But God, you wouldn’t believe this bloke I just met, reckon he could’ve bored me to death with his questions. Same fucking thing, over and over again, I swear. LA used to be so thrilling, but now, it’s all gotten so- I don’t know… Just feels really superficial. Want to be back home.”

“Missing this English weather, are you?”

And he could see the small smile pulling at your lips. Apparently, it had snowed in the time he’d been gone, and because the world just loved to spite him, that meant he’d missed seeing you in it. But he’d witnessed your reaction at the very least, and it had been incredibly endearing to watch you get all excited, even over a Facetime call. Because you’re face had honestly said it all, eyes wide and so fucking alive. It definitely could’ve rivalled any little kid’s.

“Hm,” Matty hummed, tilting his phone so that the Californian sun didn’t cause a glare. “Reckon it might have more to do with me missing a certain someone, to be fair.”

“That so?” You quipped, looking right at him, “Has Ross finally caved and messaged you then? Needy, that one- I'd be careful. You’ve only been apart a couple days. But me? I’ve not had you in three weeks.”

“And it’s been a terrible loss, we’ll have to remedy it once I’m home." Matty said with an assured nod, "Figure I’ll have you in the hallway first.”

Your loud laughter bubbled up through the phone’s speaker and Matty let his eyes slip close in turn, revelling in the sound for a brief second.

“Careful there, Matthew. Never know who could be listening.” You replied with a smirk of your own whilst you stirred milk into a large mug- one Matty immediately recognised as one of his own. The thief. “Besides, I’ll be picking you up from the airport so you’ll have to make do with the backseat of my car.”

He grinned full out upon hearing that, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, deciding to carry on the teasing. “Christ, if anyone's needy, it's you. But I reckon I can deal with that. Just as long as you don’t give yourself a concussion this time ‘round.”

You gasped, shocked. “It wasn’t a concussion, you twat! And you’re the one with the fucking jackrabbit hips! If anyone was at fault, it’s you.”

“Oh, come off it. You love being on top.”

With a roll of your eyes, you sipped carefully at your steaming drink then pointedly shrugged. “Still carried on though, didn’t I? Without any complaints, I might add.”

Matty snorted lightly. “Indeed you did, baby.”

The ring of a doorbell sounded then and he watched as your head turned in its direction, only to then huff.

“That’ll be Jamie. Forgot he was coming over after work tonight.” You told him as you put the mug down and picked up your phone to putter over towards the door.

Matty heard it being opened, as well as the usual greetings often shared between your cousin and you, before a pair of great big eyes were suddenly boring into the screen, startling him slightly, only to then be followed by a matching grin and loud laugh.

“Alright, Healy, the Yanks treating you alright?” Jamie acosted, clearly having stolen your phone from you whilst your defences had been down. He could just make out you rolling your eyes in the background whilst your cousin made himself comfortable in your flat. “Enjoying the sun, eh?”

Either he’d been in LA too long, or he just hadn’t heard Jamie speak in a while, his northern accent sounded so prominent down the phone.

“Always do, Jim.” Matty said, smiling at the bloke who’d splayed himself out across your living room sofa. He withheld the humour he found in his inner musings when he recalled the earlier Jim, to ask after Jamie’s missus, Kate.

Jamie told him that she was doing good, busy with work, but enjoying it all the same. He also mentioned that they were actually thinking about moving in together too, which Matty found surprising but was all for, having been witness to the couple and their love for one another over the last couple of months. They were proper great together, anyone could see it.

And since his and Jamie's big bust up- something Matty had deemed it, even though it had been anything but- during your sister and Hann’s wedding, the two of them had sort of bonded. 

Don’t get him wrong, it had been tense and they’d started out on an awkward-footing, seeing as Jamie was practically more your brother than cousin, as well as the defensive type, but they’d gotten there in the end.

Matty had quickly learned that if he wanted to be with you, then he’d have to get used to Jamie always hanging about too. The pair of you were somewhat of an odd duo. But he found you both entertaining all the same.

“Alright, can I have my boyfriend back now?” Echoed your voice from somewhere off to the side, and then there was a bit of a scuffle before your accomplished grin flashed across his screen. “Hi.” You greeted, somewhat out of breath. Matty merely quirked a brow.

“You alright there, darling?”

“Oh, yeah. Brilliant, thanks.” You panted faintly, waving him off casually before you moved to raise the phone above your head. 

Matty full out cackled then at the sight you’d gifted him, because of course you’d be the one to somehow manage to get the upper hand over your giant of a cousin, only to then sit proudly on his back whilst his face pressed into the cold wooden floor. 

“Fucking class!” Matty laughed and he could actually feel the skin around his eyes tightening at just how hard he was smiling. “Comfy there, Jim?” He couldn’t help but taunt, smiling as the man's reddened face came into view.

“Grand, mate. Cheers.” Jamie huffed in retort, lifting an arm vaguely in the direction of the camera to give him a thumbs up. 

Matty shook his head as the duo continued to bicker, comforted by the fact that it was only hours before he got to see you again, properly this time. 

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[mymegumi]

SELENE !!!!! UR XMAS EVENT IS ADORBS !!!! AND SO COOL 🥺  i am excited for all the ficsies u have in store !! and to support hehe i would like a matchup please if that's okay!! 🥺  (feel free to prioritise others tho!!!)

here are my details hihi:

name: sel

anime: jjk

preferred gender of match: any of the boysies!

fave thing about the holidays: gift giving!! i love giving gifts and thinking of things that remind me of a person!!

personality: hmm my love language is acts of service and quality time (both ways) and am a bit shy when it comes to showing and receiving affection (verbally & physically)!! people tell me i'm warm and easy to talk to but i am also introverted ehehe ; love matcha and cafes in general, outdoorsy things like nature and hiking and travelling, baking and cooking, good music gets me thru anything, dogs!!! (this is all i can think of rn....)

ilu 🥺  u r so sweet for making this event!!!!!!!

omg selly being the first ask and the first to receive a matchup feels like fate!!! hi sweetums i am so happy you decided to join my event and i am even more excited to match you up with:

GETO SUGURU !

ok now hear me out!! i feel like y’all would lowkey have some of the best, most introspective conversations about life and living and what it means to be a human, while also having goofy moments where you just can’t stop laughing and you have a knot in your side that won’t go away. he’s always quietly doing things for you that make your life easier without you even noticing, like watering the plants or filling the brita (or better water filter ‘cause ik they lowkey lie), and he loves leaving you little notes of adoration around the room! the two of you spend time together reading on the couch, writing little notes and annotations in the margins, a matcha or a hot chocolate always on hand. he’s a little more reserved with his affections in public, opting to hold your hand or put an arm around your waist to make sure people know you’re his, but in private, he’s constantly kissing you and telling you he loves you! he wouldn’t force you to be more extroverted, but loves it when you decide to pop out of your shell and be a bit more ‘out there’ with his friends. he adores your introversion and is always looking to leave an event early if it means spending time together curled up on the couch watching a movie!

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ ෆ itadori yuuji ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ i can just imagine y’all going on like hiking trips ⠀ ⠀⠀ together omf ⠀ ෆ gojo satoru ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ literally feel as if he’d be such a good counterpart ⠀ ⠀⠀ to you !

⠀ awe u didn’t think that was all was it???? merry early christmas selly!!! hope u enjoy ෆ

geto’s arms are starting to get tired, hands full of gifts and bags with tissue paper in them as he huffs softly, breath coming out in a soft little puff of mist as he waits for you to open the door. he’s been heaving gifts back and forth from the car to the house, but there’s been a light flurry of snow that makes his ears and nose burn.

“my love,” he mutters, groaning softly at the feeling of the bag handles cutting into his hand, “how many presents did you buy?”

your voice filters into the entryway as he tries to maneuver his snowy shoes off without his hands. “well, a lot. mostly ‘cause i kept seeing things that reminded me of you and i wanted to get them.”

his heart warms, because he knows you think of him and he can’t even be mad. “i thought we agreed to a budget of a hundred dollars.”

“you agreed.” you’re working on a project in the kitchen, hands busy as you’re wrapping someone’s gift. “i didn’t agree to shit.”

he sighs, knowing that christmas presents are a fight he’ll never win with you, but he loves you just the same.

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[inxthexshadowxofxdeath]

(Luka Sabbat) [THE MOMENT]. Please welcome [SYDNEY CLIFFTON ROWE (HE/HIM/SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [27]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [HAIR STYLIST AT BEST CUTS/DRAG QUEEN]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

(Luka Sabbat) [THE MOON]. Please welcome [SOL ELIJAH ROWE (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [27]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [PAINTER/POET/TAILOR AT THE BOUTIQUE]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Syd first because he's technically the oldest and won't let Sol forget it...

Full Name: Sydney Cliffton Rowe Nicknames/Aliases: Syd, Candice B. Love (his drag name) DOB: TBD (But I feel like I've said they're Gemini) Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA Orientation: Homoromantic, Homosexual

-Unlike his brother Sydney he got into far less trouble (even if he had a bigger mouth). Sol used his fists Sidney used his words… So maybe he did get into just as much trouble just not with the LAW. He's always had a sharp tongue.

-Both he and Sol are artists at heart. Whereas Sol focused on poetry and visual arts, Sidney pursued dance and music. He got into drag from a young age. He was meant to preform. Sol didn’t want to be in the spotlight, that was fine; Sydney would gladly soak it all up.

-The drag scene in Philly was fine but he wanted to see the world. Syd left the nest earlier than Sol, bouncing around from city to city and eventually moving to Hollywood in the hopes of making it. He did well for himself. Forming relationships always came far easier to him. He’s charming and confident and it didn’t take long for him to get engaged.

-He was with his ex fiancé (who acted duelly as his manager) since he was 18. While Syd's experience with him was no where near what Sol went through, there was still a lot of emotional manipulation and weird power dynamics. It often left Syd feeling out of control of his own life but he often found himself going back because his ex was consistent and rebounds were never the real love Sydney wanted.

-Speaking of, Syd and his ex fiancé split recently — they’re “””taking a break””” — hence why Syd moved back in with Sol and agreed to come to Huntsville with him after they inherited their grandmother's house.

-He’s calmed down a lot from the wild teenager that he was. He still likes a party, still likes to fuck and drink and be a mess, don’t get me wrong, but he works just as hard. He's a business woman at heart and at the time of getting stuck in Huntsville he was a pretty well known Drag performer and makeup artist on Instagram, TikTok, etc.

-He can do hair, he can do nails, but baby don't ask him to sew nothing.

-Sydney’s drag name is Candice B. Love. I imagine his style is very Shea Coulee/Naomi Smalls. He is an excellent dancer/performer and often incorporates stand up in his act. Sometimes he’ll just do comedy, sometimes he’ll dance, it depends on what the venue calls for.

-10s 10s 10s across the board; a very kind warm disco energy with this one. He does lack a filter, but doesn’t go out of his way to be nasty to people. That’s bullshit. Syd’s the friend that wont mince words or coddle you because he cares deeply about you. And he will be the first to come to your or a strangers defense. He loves his friends fiercely and openly.

Sol...

Full Name: Sol Elijah Rowe Nicknames/Aliases: N/A, Syd calls him variations of Sun or Sunny occasionally DOB: TBD (But I feel like I've said they're Gemini) Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA Orientation: Aromantic(?), Homosexual (he could MAYBE be pan? But also I'm not sure. I don't think he is either. Who knows. Miracles happen every day.)

- He was bullied heavily in school. While Syd seemed to own who he was from a young age - was popular and bright and charismatic - Sol struggled. He was the quiet, mute, shy boy. It resulted in a lot of fights in the school yard with much bigger boys.

- In high school he got into more serious trouble. And though he excelled in his art and english classes he skipped a lot of school and hung around the wrong crowd. Ultimately, he ended up fucking one of his classmates who’d been the main perpetrator of this violence against him for years so that’s one way to lose your virginity. It was a whole internalized homophobia thing on the other dude's end, and a self loathing on Sol's. Bad, bad vibes.

-Sol doesn’t regret much, but he regrets that ^. It was a toxic on and off thing that went on for far too long. There was physical and emotional abuse involved. Things like yelling, or loud noises, sudden movements etc. make him very nervous.

-Despite graduating High school by the skin of his teeth Sol is one of the most well read, intelligent people. Books have always been an escape. He independently studies philosophy and anthropology and poetry. It was his writing that got him a full ride to get a higher education and college was truly the best thing that could have happened to him. He has a duel degree in literature & creative writing and sociology & anthropology. He later went on to get his masters in philosophy.

-After cleaning up his act he got serious about community work and activism. Urban agriculture, homelessness advocacy, Harm reduction etc. He's written countless essays and used his poetry and art to break out of his shell a little. He was working as something of a community leader, organizing events at an anarchist book store and gallery space when he left Philly to come to Huntsville with his brother.

- He's a radical little socialist and was always yelling about or demanding something or causing trouble or riots. again this put him in precarious situations and he has spent many a nights in jail for things including but not limited to: resisting arrest, causing public disturbance by means of protest, trespassing, vandalism, defacement of statues etc.

-He's always helped Sydney with his drag, finding solace with working with his hands. Since they were in high school, Sol had been sewing Sydney's garments. It was a skill he learned from their mother. It's not his passion. But there's little work for a paint/philosopher/poet in Huntsville.

-He doesn't mean to be standoffish. His face is just naturally looks disinterested.

Fun facts about the twins...

-They've been in Huntsville a couple of months having come here to go through their grandmother's house.

-Telling the twins apart tip #1: Sol has finger, palm, and back of hand tattoos. While Syd does have some tattoos he has far less than his brother.

-Telling the twins apart tip #2: They both smoke but Sol smokes far more than Syd. In the off chance you see both with a cigarette, the one in pink is Sydney.

-Telling the twins apart tip #3: If you can hear him, it's probably Syd. If his hair is pulled up and out of his face, it's probably Syd. If he's talking to you willingly, it's probably Syd.

-Open connection (for both): They have 5 younger siblings (a pair of which are also twins)

-Open connection (for Sydney): His on/off fiancé who he's been engaged to for like 6 years now. It's not a good situation so we can chat about that if you're interested. They're currently on one of their breaks.

[boringbones]

Hi! I've seen a couple of people dragging you on twitter, and while I don't agree with them and think they were rude, I do agree that the terrain textures look kinda like pudding. Even if this is a preference, ansel filters don't help. I've seen you use them in all your visual mods and I don't think this is fair because what people see doesn't look exactly like that, people need to see a before and after in a texture replacement. And I also wanted to ask you, for what audience was your beta skin created exactly? Because the only way to make it look good is to use ansel filters and I'm sure almost no one uses them with The Sims 3. Please don't take this as a negative, I don't want to look like those people and I've already seen that you've received harsh criticism but you need to do something about ansel filters because people don't understand what they are seeing. Putting that aside, I do think you are doing a good job and the wall replacements look very good, although your style is quite far from what is the essence of The Sims 2 and that can be seen kinda off, it fits better in The Sims 3 imo.

Fortunately my memory is so quick to eliminate these situations that I don't even remember when it happened xD

In 2020, when I went back to working on OldSunset with everything, I ended up discovering Ansel filters. And they changed my life, because for the first time I was able to have a game as beautiful as anyone who shared screenshots with reshade and never showed their preset. And when I used it, my game looked completely different due to lack of knowledge.

With more and more people asking me how I managed to make my game look good, I identified an opportunity to grow my audience by doing one of the things I love, teaching. So I started teaching. I started doing Sunday lives, in my pajamas, teaching, answering questions and showing the results.

From then on I started to imagine:

When I started oldsunset I didn't have the best computer, I had (if I'm not mistaken) a 9500 gt from Nvidia. It met my needs but it wasn't the best card in the world.

In 2019 I decided that I would invest in a better graphics card as a birthday present for myself, so I gave myself an RTX 2060, it took over a year for me to discover that I could use Ansel filters on the TS3. Again, when I found out was also when I started teaching.

As I was making this knowledge accessible to everyone, I figured: If more people can see how amazing ts3 can be with this, more people can come back to create amazing mods for ts3. It's a two-way street. So I started teaching IDEALIZING this future: "In the future, all gamers will have a graphics card with access to Ansel filters and will be able to leave behind old, outdated looks and embrace new, defined looks."

That future may or may not be now, but one thing is for sure, I won't go back without Ansel filters. As much as I tried throughout this period. It simply doesn't work.

That said, once I see the game from another perspective, details that didn't bother me before started to bother me. The textures started to become very demarcated, pixelated and with an aesthetic style that I didn't like. So I started creating mods to solve this. You might say, "Wouldn't it be easier to just reduce the definition of the Ansel filters?" And the answer is: "No." Because from that point on, I saw the whole game in a blur.

As for whether it's fair or not, I'm creating for the future and I'm creating for a period where I see everyone using this knowledge to their advantage to make the game more beautiful, that being said, I create with that idea in mind. Will everyone join? Probably not, there are people satisfied with the game's current aesthetics. There are people who are proud of this and that's okay, they are different audiences and probably people who won't consume what I create. Just like I don't consume cc alpha which completely changes the aesthetics of some items in the game.

In all my content I try to be as transparent as possible that I am displaying my cc with filter presets that I teach you how to use.

In other words, I'm not depriving the public of this knowledge to make the game equal (which, by the way, in this case would be a little unfair)

As much as you think that a lot of people don't use it, I can see especially on more active Tumblrs, channels, etc., that I follow that there are a lot of people using it. Even on my server, when people share images, my subscribers are also using them. Now, I know that there is a disparity between those who use it and those who don't, but I estimate that this is due to two situations:

-Lack of knowledge on the subject (which I help resolve) -Lack of a compatible video card (which time and money over the years can help resolve)

Then you realize that there are two problems that have a solution.

You have a great point and I really appreciate it. It's a little annoying when we see something with one quality and when we put it in our game it has another. However, I allow myself not to feel guilty about it, because I teach you to get the same results, I literally take your hand and say, "I have nothing to hide, here's what I did"

If you can't have the same look today, I'm the same person who has been through this in the past and I can tell you: "When you get the chance, knowledge will be here waiting for you"

So that's what guides me on my production journey. The idea that at some point everyone who has access to this knowledge will also have visual content that perfectly matches this aesthetic. At least, from my point of view. Aesthetics is something particular and everyone has a different vision of what is beautiful.

The wall panels I'm making in ts2 go through the same situation. They are what they are because I built them with a set of filters overlaid on top of the game. It's not the same without the filters. But, again, it is not information that I hide, I always make it clear in everything I do.

That said, I hope that in the future this all makes sense and everyone can play their games from this perspective (if that's what they want)

If you have any questions, let me know

[cyberp-1-nk]

I was so conflicted between requesting yandere Varrick or The walking dead. I eventually chose the walking dead though...so Negan and Anni it is.

So i'm imagining this would be around the first time Anni meets Negan with the rest of Rick's group. Anni obviously hates him for the things he's done and feels kind of sick when he starts taking a liking to her and being super nice to her whereas the rest of her friends/ricks group are all suffering. It starts by following her around and trying to tease her like Negan usually does and holding her cat, and then he asks her to have dinner with him. But when she very rudely declines he kind of forces her to go by using a threat of hurting her friends if she doesn't. So she goes and after lots of flirting and teasing from Negan he asks her to become one of his wives. She obviously is like "fuck you" at that point and she tries to get up and walk away but he grabs her arm so she punches him right in the face and you can decide what goes on from there....

(please take your time with this! No pressure whatsoever and tysm!!)

[ Wife - Walking Dead Simp Party ]

Synopsis; Negan annoys the shit out of Anni.

Warnings; None

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

Note; this request was collecting dust in my inbox for the longest time....sorry for taking so long--

Word count; 1,633

“Man… what I would give anything to have my old life back. So much easier with appliances, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem surviving out here and doing it like the old days, but damn, I don’t know how people did it.” Dagger expressed while dipping her shirt back in the depths of the water in the bucket at her feet. Dagger looked out into the beautiful, turquoise water and smiled,

 

“Oh, how I do miss my job.”

 

“I miss my warm soft bed…” Anni sighed and paused her cleaning for a moment,

 

“I miss my gun.” Anni looked over at Dagger questioningly and Dagger laughed to herself at the looks on her face, “Sorry, but what can I say? Violence is my best friend.”

 

“I miss my coffeemaker… with that dual drip filter and built-in grinder, honey…” Anni said, looking up at the sky with pure lust as she ran out a shirt. The white-haired woman laughed and then Dagger spoke again,

 

“I miss how I'd explode a bunch of shit…” The younger woman let out a sigh and Anni stopped, looking at the ground with a sly smile,

 

“I miss my vibrator…” All the girls looked at her for a moment in disbelief and then they began to laugh hysterically to themselves. Anni covered her mouth embarrassingly.

 

“Oh my god!!” Dagger laughed. She looked back at everyone for a moment to make sure they were at a far enough distance for them not to hear her. She then turned back to Anni, her tone cautiously low,

 

“Me too…” Both the girls seem dumbfounded at what they said, but they soon laughed louder and harder than when Anni said it herself. Anni shook her head with a grin on her face, as her little cat jumped from her shoulder.

 

“Stupid apocalypse!” Anni couldn’t help but keep laughing.

 

“What’s so funny?” Negan asked curiously while walking up behind them, cigarette still in hand. The laughing and smiling was short lived and the two continued their work with an annoyed mood.

 

“Just..washing clothes, dick-bag." Dagger called, looking back at Anni with annoyance in her eyes. Anni sighed to herself, rolling her eyes at the tall man’s approach. Anni looked back at Negan, seeing a playful look on his face as he stopped near her. There was a tense silence as the two washed and drips of water returned to their lake mother as clothes were being rung out. Negan leaned his weapon more into his shoulder and the awkwardness of the situation got more and more intense. Anni finally broke the silence, to call her friendly furry little friend.

"Come here Mari!" Anni wiped her soapy hands onto her dirty jeans, and reached her hands towards her cute-feline friend. Negan furrowed his brows a bit, he'd almost wish she'd show that much enthusiasm towards him. Instead of listening however, Mari did the complete opposite.

Mari started rubbing against Negan's legs, and a small purring noise started to form as the yellow-eyed feline began to rub against his leg. Negan's look of confusion towards the random affection from the small animal quickly turned into an arrogant gaze as he noticed how much this garnered Anni's attention. She mouthed the word 'traitor' towards her animal friend as the cat rubbed against him.

Negan smirked, and stroked the surprisingly silky fur of the small cat. He took this opportunity to talk to Anni, as the cat jumped into his arms. "Good morning, gorgeous." 

"What do you want?" She seethed, clenching her fists onto the wet clothing. Dagger noticed how annoyed Anni had gotten, and kept her mouth shut to see how far this would escalate. Suddenly, Dagger had realized she hadn't want to be any part of what was going to happen so she had escaped.

"I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your company. You're feisty and quite frankly…. beautiful -- and you give me something else to look forward to every day in this shitty world," He smiled, "It's not every day I find someone that…special." 

Anni furrowed her brows at the sudden confession. What was he trying to accomplish? What exactly did he want from her? The Negan she knew was nearly ruthless, especially with how terrible he had treated her friends. She didn't trust this one bit. "Thanks..?" She replied dryly. 

"So…" He 

"I'm not hungry," she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and tried to give her a reassuring smile. "You're beautiful and it would be good to see my son eat food I cook."

"No, I'm not hungry," she repeated stubbornly. She turned away from him and walked away in the direction of his house, where she could hear her enemy's voice raised at some point as well. It was hard for Negan to believe that this woman had been through all of this before – having lost everything just like they did now. His life had come full circle; he felt like a different person than he had when he started to be around Anni. Maybe someone who would never have felt so much love for people he didn't even know existed. He would do anything for these three people, despite the fact that they were strangers to him and only temporarily living under his rule. And if they stayed with them forever and ever – then he'd still do whatever it took to make their lives better. Without thinking, he spoke, "You know, I think you're going to make a great wife."

"What..?" He must have been drunk. She could almost smell the whiskey laced into his voice.

"No really, you're gonna be a wonderful wife... for me."

"Uh huh..." Anni dropped her clothing into her basket, this was her cue for leaving. This was just getting weird. Mari must have taken the hint as well, as the small cat jumped onto Anni's shoulder as Anni was in a hurry to collect her things. "Well, it's getting late and I need to feed my…fish."

"I didn't know you had a fish?" He loomed behind her, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to avoid me, Anni. Right when I was about to invite you to have a lovely dinner with me, right by the river-side." 

"Like I said, I have to feed my…fish. So I don't have time to attend any shitty ass dinner you have prepared." Anni picked up her basket, absent-mindedly bumping shoulders with the intimidating man. "So, like usual, your lonely ass can eat alone."

"Well, that's too bad. Though I have to say," Negan fake pouted, "It would be a shame if your friends coincidentally went missing after you declined my offer, wouldn't it?" 

Burning rage hissed through your body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off you like ferocious waves. Swiftly turning on her heel, she balled up her fist and clashed it into Negan's face impulsively. She had punched him so hard that an audible crack had sounded from beneath her fist. Not too soon after, blood started gushing from his nose as he fell to the ground shortly before she stormed off.

Negan only smiled as he watched her walk away.

"That woman is going to be my wife one day." 

[anarchycox]

There’s all sort of discourse in one of my other fandoms and it’s so disheartening. Why do people have to tear other people down? Don’t like don’t read. Period. You don’t need to be negative to other people about it. Just close out and move on.

Actions have consequences. And it’s fiction, meaning that we get to explore these consequences how we want to. If you don’t agree with it then please move on. Its not racism just because you don’t like the particular outcome.

Maybe I’m fandom-old but this is all very familiar and very upsetting. I want fandom to be my happy place! Sorry to unload/rant to you but I felt you would understand ❤️

Hey there!

I do understand, and sympathize, at least in part. But here's the thing with vague and anon. First paragraph I was 100% on board with the don't like, don't read, and don't tear people down. I'm well established as believing that.

But your second paragraph, had me pausing a bit, because you are asking me to wholeheartedly side with a perspective that I have no context for. It might not be racism, or it might be a bit racist, or it might be super racist. I simply don't have the information to go yes! you are so right! Likewise the actions have consequences can read a few ways, because it can read an anti rhetoric about how me writing porn makes the world worse and I am evil, or it can read as when you shit on people in fandom you have to remember that real people are being hurt, or it can be just let people write what they want how they want. It is a bit of a muddle and I am very sympathetic to the whole general idea here, but the framing of this your intention or not to a wary person can read as bait.

But here's my big point at the end of all this. You want your fandom to be your happy place - you gotta work to make it your happy place. I have come across many opinions in fandoms I adore that I disagree with, some on a small scale and some on a huge scale. And I block their asses, I white list and black list and filter and whatever their names. If I join a discord and it leans to discourse that annoys, frustrates or upsets me, I leave the discord. You gotta find like minded people and live there. It can be easier said than done, to be sure, but you can actively choose not to engage with what is upsetting or frustrating. I used to have a three strikes and unfollow policy - now one bad take and I am out of there, because it is my happy place. I don't have to justify it, I don't have to try to change minds, I can just peace out.

If you think about what I post, aside from the giant meta data collection I did with my best friend, I'm not posting a vast amount of opinions and discourse on specific things in fandom. Writing and unsolicited concrit yup, but I mostly write the fic I want to write, find people who dig the same characters I do, and reblog lots of art.

This photo when it comes to fandom is really the best way I think to live your life:

[cdiesta]

An essay from the underworld

Wrath writes an essay from the underworld:

I’ve been wondering why I have so much hatred in me

Life coaches and motivational speakers will probably tell you that hatred is unhealthy and it will destroy you as a person, but for me, it's as healthy as it gets.

Of course, I’ve been working on my self awareness and my thoughts are this stems from a bunch of unappealing childhood experiences. I’m not trying to justify how I function, mind you, I’m just trying to make sense of it so that you, the reader, understand just why I think hatred is a good fuel.

Now I can’t really delve into the details of my childhood without revealing who I am, but, just so you have a picture–it had some bullying, a few fuck ups, and a lot of disappointment–usually coming from the grown-ups.

As a child, your initial reaction, like how a horse will kick when startled, is to try to live up to everyone’s expectations, and satisfy everyone’s image of you. The thing is, this is the first destructive drug a child can get introduced to, and destructive drugs can cause, well, destruction.

You will work and chase that image of you that everybody wants, but it always seems out of reach. You work harder, chase with more gusto, but no bueno. Why does that image seem to be close but you don’t seem to get closer? You wonder this and you think of solutions but you get nothing. Eventually, while thinking, you realize you’re no longer a child. Along with this realization, you see your legs are still going. You’re still chasing and just a sniff of approval is enough to keep you going for one more lap, one more day, one more lifetime.

And I hate that cycle. I hate that I’m stuck. I have so much hatred for the system that I do my best to go against it. I do things that please me, not the masses. I write things that make me happy, I create, and I’m happy then. I’m happy because I started to hate. Therefore, I’m happy because I hate.

It even works with relationships. You have so much hatred to give to people that in one unsatisfactory sweep of their hands, you’re ready to kick them out. One wrong comment on one correct moment is enough for you not to give a damn about them for the remainder of your interactions. You’re not going to try to “make it work” or “make amends.” You sniff the wrong scent and they are out of it. Hating people usually go hand in hand with loving people. Love and hate are distant cousins, so they say. They are made up of the same passion and while it doesn’t at all mean that “the more you love, the more you hate,” they are very similar in terms of feeling.

The most loving people can be the most hateful, for we already know that they are capable of that level of intensity. When you love, you can do anything for that person. Similarly, when you hate, you can go out of your way just to express that hatred. Making an effort to make someone happy takes just about the same energy as going out of your way so someone ends up miserable.

In my opinion, this is what makes it easier for a human being to be in the same group with people they love and people they hate, and for the observer on the outside, they see no difference. This is because humans in normal day-to-day interactions are usually set on neutral. Talking to a person you love, neutral. Talking to a person you hate? Neutral. It is when you express your feelings that it becomes more difficult to seclude. Difficult…but possible, nonetheless.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, cultivate that hatred and anger and use it to your advantage. The Catholic see it as a sin to nurture Wrath, but Wrath will help you filter the bullshit in your life. Wrath will help you see why you hate your life and Wrath will make you do your best so you can remove yourself from the unhappy. Wrath will help you identify when it’s right to talk to someone about a disagreement, or when it is just better for you to burn their bridge.

Wrath isn’t always destroying, bursting to flames, or inflicting hurt. Wrath, like the other Deadly Sins, can be an occasional friend who will nudge you in the correct direction so you do not hate yourself.

Hate the world, hate the system, hate the assholes. Never yourself. The fire of hate can be the lamp that guides you through this dark tunnel–you just have to know when to turn it on.

[dzpenumbra]

12/19/22

Rough day. Very little sleep. Wrote a very long text to my mom, trying to explain how fucked up our situation is from a 3rd person perspective, which I really need to stop doing. I guess my impulsivity takes some non-traditional forms. I impulsively try to do other peoples' therapeutic work for them. It's really not good at all.

I slept like absolute garbage. I had night terrors. I woke up freaked out, sweating, shaking, white knuckled, teeth clenched. It was bad. I only got 5 hours of sleep, I just stayed up. I chilled for a bit, tried to decompress. I smoked. I ended up listening to a lot of music and writing my music/rant thing I posted earlier.

I did the yoga again, it was even easier than last time. Such a cool feeling. Don't get me wrong, it's very difficult, but it gets easier each time which is awesome. I signed up for a 30 day yoga-at-home thing that I'm going to do starting on New Years. That was a much healthier impulse decision. And I finally stopped payments on my Minecraft server. Because that was getting fucking sad. And they demanded to know why I was cancelling my payments on my server, so I wrote "My friend decided to ditch and I couldn't find any new friends. That was like... 3 months ago... and I think I'm done renting an empty server. Sorry. I might come back if I find like-minded people."

I ordered chinese food. (It was... okay...) I got my packages from the package room when I picked it up. My new whiteboard got here, I was really excited. It's like a rolled up mat and its a big magnet so you can just stick it to the fridge. It works really well, and it's really big, like 16x24 or something. I started getting it prepped up to do a meal plan and groceries... I literally wrote the word "MEALS" and I dropped my brand new dry-erase marker. And it rolled under the fridge. And I was fucking hyperfocused on this task, I was locked the fuck in, so I was like... "welp, we're fishing this marker out now, that's what's going on." So I grabbed Max's fishing rod toy thing, laid flat on the kitchen floor and started fishing it out. And I heard someone very close to me - not sure if it was next door or underneath me - say "really, dude? come on." And I softly but audibly said "please just give me five minutes, I don't want to just give up on this."

I spent like 25 minutes trying to get this fucking pen out from under the fridge. I refused to give up. I ended up moving the entire fridge like 3 times. And I got it. I got the fucking pen. I have it right next to me. But... okay... I feel bad, because I have no awareness of how much sound I make. I have lived alone a VERY long time. I have zero perspective of how the sound that I generate carries to locations that are not... my ears... How would I know? So I try to be super, super mindful of making noise. Especially late at night. I mean, I basically tip-toe around my own apartment every night, and it's a lot of unnecessary stress. But you know, when the most common social interactions you have are being accused, blamed or yelled at... you kinda evolve to... expect it? And to do your very best to avoid it. Even if it's unlikely.

Meanwhile, the neighbors upstairs are constantly making tons of noise, and they even watched a movie tonight. And the neighbors on the other side of my kitchen wall have a dog... who barks pretty much every day. And I really don't mind it at all, but like... bro... I'm fishing a marker out from under my fridge. Like... just put a song on and you won't hear anything. Please. I really don't need to get yelled at for that. I'm still recovering from being yelled at, I'm super, super jumpy and... even this frustrated whisper just... made me emotionally curl up in a ball. And get sad. And get frustrated.

Welcome to my daily life.

On the plus side, I got my Brita filter jug thing set up, so that's cool, I hope it will encourage me to drink more water. And the box was perfectly Max-sized, so I took a blanket that used to be on my studio comfy chair and lined the box and just put it in the middle of the room and I shit you not, she has been sleeping in it all day long. She loves it. And I want to build a little frame for it and put it in the windowsill so she can get some sun in the mornings and watch the birds and squirrels outside. I think she'll love it.

Since I lost all of my to-do lists yesterday. Yep. Thanks a lot, Apple. Never fucking storing a to-do list on my phone again, I swear. Since I lost all like 4 of my to-do lists, I have been plotting to bring the whiteboards back full-force. Whiteboards strategically placed in visible and highly trafficked areas around my house have been my #1 most effective tool for executive functioning. By leaps and bounds. Paper lists get lost. Phone apps... I have to remember to open them, or I just get so numb to the notification vibrations that I just ignore them. But if I walk past a gigantic fuck-off whiteboard every day and train myself to check in with it? No way I'm missing that. And this has worked historically for extended periods of time.

So I got the little one set up. It used to be for meals and groceries, but since I have the fridge one now... this small one is going to be a visible reminder for Repeat Projects. I want to put it right above my monitor. So if it's work time and I don't have a project I'm actively working on... I have a list of 10 things I can start working on. Shape/polish stones, wrap stones, carve wooden beads, weave cordage, wood carving, tarot study, sketchdaily, poetry/lyrics, poetry illustration (for my book), and clothing art. So if I'm not locked in on a project that day, I have a wide variety of inspiration sitting visibly in a location I go to every morning. Seems like it'll work well.

And I just finished working on the BIG whiteboard. I didn't make a lot of progress. I don't have a system. I used to do like... a grid, with spaces to check things off. Stream, exercise, socialize, edit, shit like that. I'm tempted to do like... a symbol system or something? But I'm just... I'm drawing a blank on what to even put on it. I want to track yoga, meditation, maybe even have space for like... checking in with my vitals: food, water, sleep, confidence. And I want to allocate space for like... breaking my big-scale projects into smaller chunks, and giving myself the option of recording those small chunks as daily accomplishments, as well as progress towards big goals. Like the poetry book, I need to brainstorm illustrations for it, look for like... how the fuck you even get started publishing, what you do... then, do that... And actually do the illustrations too. So... a LOT of steps in there. But if I break it down into tiny things, like "decide if I want illustrations for every piece or just a few." Or "find out one thing I can do to move the process of getting published forward." That's something I can and will definitely tackle. So having those visible right next to my daily/weekly accomplishment log feels like a very good psychological association to make.

I am ridiculously tired. I've been nodding off all day but never slept. If I had a futon, I would have passed out on it today, 100%.

No plan for tomorrow, I need to breathe and shed the pressure a bit, I'm still very raw and discombobulated. So my plan is to... prep for when it's time to add structure. Then, when I get my strength back, I have the tools I need to get shit done.

But I really need to get to the grocery store soon, I'm getting super low on food and this delivery shit is insanely expensive.

[acaplion]

Astro Notes and Observations #4

Hi! Welcome to my 4th installment of Astro Notes and Observations. I wrote half this post before realizing I really needed to tackle all the astro questions in my inbox. I decided to start incorporating your asks into my astro notes. It saves me time which means you may actually get answered. If you enjoyed this post, please reblog or like so more people can see this post. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love and support. Check out the masterlist here for more astrology insights and tarot pick a pile readings.

Tip Jar

Geminis and being two faced: Look, Geminis are not the only ones who can be two faced sometimes, ALL placements can. That’s not why you “hate” Geminis, no they are not all toxic. Don’t hate on people’s placements until you get to know them. That’s why a lot of normies dislike astrology because it seems like we judge before getting to know someone.

The gossips of the zodiac are:

🦁 Leo: Did you really think the drama queens of the zodiac wouldn’t like gossip? They honestly can just be little shits sometimes and enjoy stirring the pot. While they can be hurt by gossip about them, ultimately they brush it off because internally they kind of like being talked about?

🌸 Libra: One of the sweetest signs in the zodiac but yeah they are not above some girl talk or gossip. They don’t mean to hurt people they just like to talk. Since they seem so friendly, people will often tell them secrets and tea without even realizing it.

Scorpio: While they hate gossip about them…no seriously don’t gossip about a Scorpio unless you want revenge served back to you, they don’t mind gossiping about others. They are great observers you see and for some reason others confide in them so they often know the tea before everyone else. They do respect your privacy, so if you spill tea to a Scorpio just make sure to tell them not to tell anyone else.

💁🏼‍♀️Geminis: I think it’s pretty obvious that Gemini likes to gossip also. Ruled by Mercury they know everyone’s business and they sometimes lack a filter. They are also generally quite bubbly and talkative so sometimes things just slip out. They also tend to have a larger group of friends which they love to gossip with.

Capricorn Venus, Moon: You best believe these bitches have love as a literal goal. I will give you an example: I want to be married by age 30, have two kids by 32 -one male and one female. They might find that love is the hardest thing to check off. Doing well in school and career may come easier than succeeding in love.

Chiron in the 8th house:This observation is from my friend who also reads astrology charts. He mentioned that Chiron in the 8th house could indicate the death of someone important. That death though would leave the Chiron individual with an inheritance.

🏃🏽‍♀️Aries Rising: I have personally seen this in a few of my friends who have this placement. They have ZERO patience and they go through everything in life extremely fast. They may also suffer from ADD or ADHD.

🍀Jupiter in the 11th house: These people are SO lucky when it comes to friendships. They just attract good friends to them, friends that are loyal and caring. These friends may even help them out (giving them a place to live, helping them find jobs). These natives are never without a close group of friends.

Moon conjunct IC: These natives enjoy their house a little too much sometimes. They might be extroverted, but they will always prefer lying in bed at home binge watching tv or something.

Capricorn in the 4th house can indicate someone who feels like the black sheep of the family. They feel like they are different and unique from their family members. They may either feel the most mature out of their family or the least mature.

Pluto Dominant Women: To put it in simplest terms, I think a Pluto Dominant woman is Bad-Ass! They are intimidating, they are constantly evolving and they are usually associated with power. Pluto Dominants are also called Plutonian and they are imbued with power. They have a magnetism about them that draws people in. They crave power and are natural leaders. There is a downside to this though, as they can easily end up in relationships where they manipulate the other. Think of Hades and Persephone and the way Hades treated her. That is the danger of any pluto dominant. They also are likely to have a rough childhood/life. Pluto as a planet is about intensity, obsession, power so it tends to bring intense pain, intense suffering, intense transformations etc.

Sun in the 7th house Culture: Having Sun in the 7th house means that love, life partners and marriages will hold a significant part in your life. They may find themselves jumping from person to person because they think they find themselves in someone else. They feel like they “shine the best” when they have a beautiful partner on their arms. There is a danger of putting too much stock in your partner and feeling lost when you are single. This could be a negative placement for marriage and cause disharmony. But I personally believe that everything can be fixed if you learn to rely on yourself instead of someone else.

Natives with Sun in the 7th house may find themselves attracted to Leos (ruled by the sun), Leo dominants, 5th house placements, sun in the 5th house etc.

Jupiter Sextile Ascendant: I love this placement! I feel like this placement would bring a lot of luck and good vibes to you. People look at you and want to be your friend, giving you this easy going popularity. You seem happy most of the time so people are naturally drawn to you and offer you partnerships. It is easy for you to do well in school and may go on to postgraduate studies. You are not very judgemental and listen to others' viewpoints. You are open minded in your approach to spirituality, religion, philosophy etc. which you cultivate by becoming friends with many different people.

Synastry Notes:

Sun/Mars conjunction in 8th house(Leo) + Jupiter: 8th house placements naturally get a bad rep when it comes to astrology. Generally speaking though, it does bring intensity into a relationship. Having Sun in the 8th house is very intense and it can often feel like a collar is wrapped around both necks yanking you guys together. The sun person will be in awe of the house person even if they are also scared. They see the power of the 8th house native to transform them. The sun person may want to run, but they find it hard to actually do so because they feel inexplicably drawn to the house person. The 8th house person doesn’t want to let go of the connection either because they feel emotionally drawn to you. They recognize how much they can change you and they want it. This is honestly a placement that will feel intense, scary and passionate for both people. It may feel like a wreck, you can see it coming but neither of you are strong enough to stop the crash.

Mars in the 8th house synastry: This is a relationship that is hot and steamy when together. There is this passion and urgency to be together with this placement. This is not just fun and games, this is true intimacy, of becoming one in mind and body. This again is not for the faint of heart, because this will be intense, passionate and not something you will forget easily.

Jupiter in the 8th house: This is a great placement to have in the 8th house. Jupiter is the planet of luck (the opposite of Saturn) so it can lighten things when placed in the 8th house. This helps dull out the intensity of other 8th house synastry placements. There will be a natural give and take with Jupiter in the 8th house. Refrain from taking advantage of the Jupiter person’s generosity however!

love, 

acaplion

Well that's it for this installment of astro notes! Please let me know your thoughts in a comment or in a reblog. I really enjoy doing these for you guys so feel free to send in your astro questions and I will incorporate them into my astro notes. I hope you guys have a happy holiday season! Much love to every single one of you guys! 

© acaplion December 2021 

[thecairomuse]

Summer'21 Prep&Plan

I am using this summer as a chance to completely reset my life and glow up, and you should too <3

Here's what you need to do to have the best summer ever:

Phase 1 (Plan)

Figure out what you want out of this summer, get crystal clear on who you want to be by the end of the summer

Identify the goals to get you there, for every aspect of your life (school/ work/ health/ personal/ etc.)

Figure out what you need to do on a daily, weekly and monthly basis to get there

Establish a Flexible daily, weekly and monthly routine that you can stick to

Make sure your plan makes it impossible for you not to follow through

Draft a shopping list (this tip is easier to do at the end), it can be anything from straight white jeans to stationary to a lip scrub to AirPods, anything that will help you reach your goals

Phase 2 (Feel your best)

Health is wealth

How I live a healthy lifestyle - Part 1: Nutrition and Diet

Get into a calories deficit/ surplus if you want to lose/ gain weight (Do not count calories if they are a trigger!!)

Establish an exercise routine and stick to it (bonus tip: make sure it lines up with your hair washdays)

10,000 steps per day minimum, taking daily walks will help you reach your goals

Dance more

Eat healthier, you can go on a diet like the keto/ Mediterranean/ paleo diet or you can take a more intuitive approach and just improve your existing eating habits

Look into fasting and it's many benefits, you can do OMAD, intermittent fasting, alternate day fasting, 24 hour fasts, 72 hour fasts, etc. but start small if you are not used to it. You can even have a schedule (eg. one 72 hour fast per month)

Make sure you are getting all your vitamins and minerals

Water (2 liters per day), but you already knew that, didn't you?

Incorporate more fruits and vegetables into your diet

Stop snacking, unless you need to for health reasons

Quit sugar

Quit fizzy drinks (don't drink your calories)

Quit junk food (much healthier alternatives out there)

Skin

Do your research on different ingredients and products, you don't want to mess up your skin

Identify your specific sink type, needs and concerns (this is vital)

Figure out your AM and PM routine

Speaking of AM, wear your sunscreen!!

Get lip balm with SPF, my favourite is Palmer's dark chocolate and cherry

Try slugging (applying a thin layer of vaseline/ glycerin at the end of your PM routine)

De-puff your face in the morning, a Gua Sha is good for this or you could perform a facial massage with your hands

Ice your face in the morning, good for circulation and de-puffing

Use a facial oil, there are so many good ones out there, especially Argon and Rosehip oil

Do a weekly at-home facial

Apply a face mask AT LEAST once a week

Look into professional treatments if needed

Incorporate face yoga

Don't neglect your neck or chest

Establish an anti-ageing routine, prevention is better than treatment (will def have to make an in-depth post about this one)

Hair

Understanding your hair is a game changer!!

Identify your hair type, needs and concerns

Figure out how often you need to wash your hair and create a schedule

Establish a hair care routine for your washday

Establish a hair care routine for maintenance in between washdays

Treat any damage, Olaplex 3 is quite good

Oil your hair once a week or more, depending on your hair type and needs

Apply a hair mask/ a hot oil treatment as often as you can

Get henna treatments every 3 months or so

Look into dusting to maintain the health of your hair and keep up in between treatments

hair cuts, either a trim or to change up the look of your hair

Get any professional treatments if needed

The curly girl method is a good starting point if you have curly hair and don't know how to take care of it

Monthly rice water treatments

Apple cider vinegar rinse + a clarifying shampoo (no more than once a week) if you have hard water

A filter is quite good for hard water as well

Use a heat protectant, they work (if you get the right one)

Take care of your lashes and eyebrows, please.

Body care

Identify anything you want to change (stretch marks, cellulite, dark knees, etc.)

Figure out how to treat them

Establish a body care routine

Figure how to incorporate your treatments into your routine

Have a shower and after shower routine

Try to make sure all your body care is the same scent (either all vanilla or all peach or any other scent, Bath & Body Works is AMAZING for this)

Say it with me: SPF

Hand and foot creams are important, so are hand and foot masks

Use lip scrubs regularly

Weekly or bi-monthly at home or in salon manicures and pedicures

Look into dry brushing

Have a shaving/ waxing routine

Consider laser/ electrolysis/ IPL for permanent/ semi-permeant hair removal

Have a tanning routine if you want to

Use a body oil (bonus tip: make sure it shimmers for more fun)

Schedule weekly at home spa/ pamper days

Scent

I had to make this into it's own category just because it's that important.

How to smell good from head to toe, AKA my scent routine

Try to make sure all your body care is the same scent (either all vanilla or all peach or any other scent, Bath & Body Works is AMAZING for this)

Use a perfume oil on your pulse points, Musk and Oud scents from high quality middle Eastern brands are good for these

Have a scent for your clothing, preferably something light and a scent that can go well with most things, vanilla/ coconut/ musky/ florally body mists are good for this

Use a hair perfume, some hair moisturizing sprays have strong scents and can be used as a perfume, make sure it's low in alcohol

Have a signature scent

Rotate between scents every once in a while, this is good for scent association

Have different scents for different occasions, also good for scent association

Experiment with layering different perfumes

Invest in good quality perfumes

Teeth

Another important one

Brush your teeth 2x at least, preferably after very meal

Floss and use mouthwash

Go to a dentist regularly

Get professional cleaning and/ or whitening if you can

Get any other treatments you need

Whiten your teeth at home

Try oil pulling

Use a tongue scraper

Phase 3 (Mental Wellbeing)

This is quite personal to you but some suggestions:

Meditate

Script daily and practice LOA

Do Yoga daily even if for 5 minutes

Figure out what you need to work on

Identify any toxic traits you have

Identify where your bad habits/ traits come from and cut off the source

Identify anything stopping you from reaching your fullest potential and work on it

See a professional if needed

Essential oils can be helpful

Get enough sleep!!

Don't waste your time on meaningless things/ people/ situations/ etc.

Change your mindset/ attitude if you don't like it

Start each day by dancing, even if for 5 minutes

Affirmations

Schedule mental health days

A journal is great for venting and clearing your mind, as well as organizing your thoughts (it's insane what happens when you visually see your thoughts on paper)

Have a good work ethic and be disciplined

Go on regular dopamine detoxes

Reduce stress (easier said than done, but try to find your triggers and healthy coping mechanisms, research all there is to know and experiment until you have it under control)

Compliment other people, and accept compliments graciously

Enjoy the small things and romanticise your life

Phase 4 (Look your best)

Fashion

Re-evaluate your wardrobe

Upgrade your basics

Look into creating a capsule wardrobe

Figure out if you are more into timeless classic pieces or trends

With that being said, be careful with trends

Dress your age

Follow dress codes, please.

Always put in effort

Quality > Quantity

Jewellery can be phenomenal for changing an outfit

Speaking of jewellery, real stones/ crystals/ gold/ silver is best

Color coordinate your outfits, make sure they look cohesive

Wear appropriate shoes

Find style inspo

Handbags can elevate an outfit like no other (my favorite bag from my collection currently is the Bottega Veneta chain pouch in black, incredibly high quality)

Invest in good quality shape wear and undergarments

Wear cute Pajamas ( Upgrade your sleepwear. Trust me.)

Makeup

Doesn't have to be insane

Less is more

Good skin will make this step a lot easier

Have 5 or so signature looks for every occasion

Learn different techniques/ hacks

Find products that work for you

Keep your routine and collection simple

Hair

Always put in effort to make sure your hair looks good

Align your washdays with important events/ your schedule

Have 5 or so styles that you like

Minimize frizz and maximise shine

Health > length

Misc.

Have a good posture

And a good tongue posture too

Smile, or smize, not too exaggerated

Phase 5 (Live your best)

Lifestyle

This is, again, quite personal but here are some pointers/ ideas

Start/ end/ continue working on any personal projects

Learn a new skill

Learn a new language

Learn new recipes

Academic/ career goals

Cultivate Friendships and relationships

Network!!

Plan a vacation

Or a staycation

Or a mini trip

If you can't travel then fill your day with fun activities (visiting museums, pilates classes, going to theaters, or exploring local towns/ cities

Make lots of plans with friends

Discover new music

Discover new shows/ movies

Quit social media, or take your instagram to the next level, whatever suits you most

Volunteer

Get a summer job

Follow only the podcasts, blogs, subreddits, accounts etc. that help you reach your goals

Keep up with the news and current world events

Learn the basics of politics, economics, history, geography and philosophy (good conversation topics that show you are educated, they are also genuinely interesting)

Organization

Notion is a game changer

Find a to-do list that works for you

Calendar blocking is a great way to plan your day

Be busy but not too busy

Plan your meals in advance

Schedule any events

Reminders on your phone for important things

Misc.

Cancel any subscriptions you don't want

Keep a diary to recount the events of day

Keep a Bullet journal for lists and fun things to note

Take pictures (Bonus points if it's on an ever so slightly grainy camera)

Figure out how you plan to maintain any changes made and the up keep, whether it be with your weekly facials/ academia/ personal projects/ etc., you have to stick with it!

This summer is going to be amazing <3

Best of luck gorgeous,

Serena

xx

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today. 

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @kaechu @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife​  @dokidokisama @rokipersonal​@minakohasmanyhusbandos​ @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess​ @yuu-yuukurotsuki​ @hanniejji​  @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @sunnshiii​ @stanzastic @akaasea​ @xoneaboveallx​ @adoring-ghost​ @asheseiler​ @childelover​ @dilucsz​ @dai-tsukki-desu​ @thicmitten​ @nonniechan​ @htnicayh​ @genshins1mpact​ 

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins. 

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting. 

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.  

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.” 

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time. 

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.  

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell. 

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.” 

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes? 

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath. 

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question. 

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected. 

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand. 

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.  

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that. 

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you. 

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha. 

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night. 

[yakultberry]

like a dream ; j.ww

✪ summary: while the kingdom celebrates the royal prince’s engagement, you would much rather curl up in your book shop and forget.  ✪ pairing: prince!wonwoo x reader ✪ genre(s): angst, fluff, exes to lovers ✪ word count: 1.2k words 

✪ a/n: hello i wrote this for my beloved, @haechanblr​ 🥺 💕  they had requested this long ago when they had a crush on wonwoo, but i am very slow :( anyway sab, i love u a lot pls marry me !!!! 

The sight of the blue door always seemed to make you let out a soft sigh you had not realized you were holding. Despite how the paint was beginning to chip away and how the door’s brass handle shone with years of all the people who have come and gone, all you saw was the deep royal blue that you had painted over the dark wood back when you had first gotten the shop. Even the sign above the shop that read ‘Little Prince’s Bookshop and Cafe’ creaked in a way that reminded you of your years that you spent there, bringing a small smile to your face. At least you could still call those yours.

You pushed in with ease, long accustomed to the weight of the door, and let the smell of coffee beans and pages envelop you. “Soonyoung, I’m back,” you called out to the boy, who you presumed to be behind the counter. You had figured it would be safe enough to let him manage the shop while you took a little step away, especially since the whole town was probably at home to watch the royal celebration anyway. The whole town except you, who thought it was better to keep yourself busy at the shop than to mope all day; though you soon came to realize that today of all days, the shop was just a box that held all those moments of you and him. “Hello? Anyone home?” you tried again when you received no answer, popping your head around the corner to check if Soonyoung had fallen asleep.

Instead, you were met with a sight as if from one of your dreams. The shop seemed to glow as the soft beams of afternoon sun filtered through the window, dust particles swirling through the still air. Behind the counter stood a tall, broad figure; despite his build, there was nothing imposing about him, especially with the way he looked up at you with bated breath. His features were handsome and sharp, but he somehow beheld you with a familiar softness that has your heart squeezing in your chest.

You noted how his black hair was mussed up like he had been running his fingers through them over and over. You hated the way your heart fluttered at the memory of how that hair felt when you would gently pat down the stray strands. You hated how you remembered it in the first place when you had tried so hard to tell yourself that it wasn’t a memory at all, but a distant, sweet dream-- that way the heartache isn’t real either. But when you see him standing there, you’re suddenly faced with the memories along with all the joy and sorrow that they brought with them.

“What are you doing here?” To your surprise, you were the first one to speak. The words had barely come out above a whisper-- you were afraid that if you spoke too loud and disturbed the stillness that the whole scene would crumble before you like it had before. Though you soon realized your mistake and quickly straightened up to correct your demeanor. “Forgive me. I meant to ask how I might help you, Prince Wonwoo?”

“You know why I’m here,” the prince said, though it sounded more like a plea. When he gently whispered your name, it came out like a plea too. It was the same way he said your name when you told him to forget about you. You had always told yourself that the quaint little life you had built was never meant to last, and when he told you about his arranged engagement, you decided it was best for you to both return to your realities as quickly as possible.

And yet, you now found yourself taking a step closer to him. He looked at you earnestly, as though waiting for you to close the gap further, but you could only shake your head from where you stood. “You shouldn’t be here. The whole kingdom will be looking for you soon. Your fiance will be looking for you.”

“I want to be here.” He stepped out from behind the counter and took the steps it took to stand in front of you. Even as he lowered his chin to meet your eyes, standing as tall and as regal as ever, you still felt no malice, no demand. Wonwoo was still Wonwoo, which only made this all the more difficult.

“You shouldn’t want that either.”

“But I do. I don’t care about what I’m supposed to do or what I’m supposed to feel,” he insisted. “This is how I feel. I’m just here hoping you want the same thing.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you croaked out thickly. It was what you had told yourself when you had decided to let Wonwoo choose his duty over you before he even had the chance to say it himself. It was never just about you and him. It was never that easy. You paid no mind to the tears streaming down your face, knowing it would take too much energy to try to hold them in. You were tired enough as it was. He could tell. There was no hesitation in the way he reached up to wipe away at your tears, hands gentle and warm.

“It does matter. It matters to me.” Wonwoo rubbed his thumb across your cheek. He still remembered how to soothe you in moments like this. “Nothing else matters besides you. Do you… do you still love me?”

“Prince Wonwoo--”

The way he said your name this time was firm, chiding. It briefly reminded you of how he would say your name whenever you would tease him, almost making you smile. “Stop calling me that. Please just answer me.”

“Wonwoo…” The moment his name finally left your lips, stripped of all formalities and pretense, just him, any efforts to distance yourself from him dissipated. Instantly, your eyes fluttered close as you let yourself lean into his touch. Although your doubts continued to weigh heavy in your chest, they were easier to bear when there was someone to hold you. “Even if I still love you, what do we do then? What can we do?”

“We run away and live happily ever after?”

You let out an amused hum, rolling your eyes at his blind optimism. “No Wonwoo, you’re giving up happily ever after.”

At that, he smiled down at you, the smile he always gave when he was about to say something cheesy. “Happily ever after is whatever life I’m going to live with you.”

“Ugh, I should have known you would say something like that,” you groaned, though there’s no hiding the fond smile on your lips. There was no longer any use in trying to hide it; you always found that trying to reign in your feelings for Wonwoo only resulted in them finding ways to burst through to the surface.

“You liked it though.” The sound of both your giggles filled the empty bookshop, which had long felt the absence of the joy that only Wonwoo could bring you.

Now that you thought about it, you had definitely been there before: a soft afternoon in the middle of your bookshop, Wonwoo smiling so wide that his nose scrunched up, the warmth of your heart blooming in your chest. But it was never just a dream. It was a memory and it was yours. He was yours. And you were his. Though that was one thing you never doubted.

[voiceless-terror]

Recognition

@aspecarchivesweek Day Five: Something New

Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Season One

In which Jon and Martin are more alike than they thought.

Jon, in spite of himself, was starting to get used to Martin living in the Archives.

Offering him shelter had been almost instinctual- after listening to his story, who wouldn’t? Terrorized for almost two weeks and no one, no one noticed. There was also the matter of Jon’s guilt; Martin thought he needed to put himself in danger to be thorough, to please Jon, and now he was homeless. Jon owed him this at the very least. No matter how much Elias disapproved of the situation.

And despite the occasional trouser-less wanderings, his presence was...appreciated. Late nights in the Archives were wearing him down: the statements were getting to him, and the unshakeable feeling of being watched when he knew he was alone was putting him on edge. Now he can blame that feeling on Martin, who he’d caught staring on more than one occasion. Jon was not surprised; he hadn’t been looking or feeling his best, highly unprofessional with his three-day stubble and rumpled clothes. Not a good look.

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t enjoy the cup of tea when Martin joined him in his worst bouts of insomnia. He would sit on the tiny couch in his office, nursing his own mug and chattering away in a low tone that Jon was starting to find soothing instead of irritating. At first Jon clammed up, uncomfortable with the sudden intrusion on his late night routine, but he soon found Martin didn’t expect him to respond or contribute, save the occasional grunt of acknowledgement. Sometimes Jon even craved the company, the familiar rhythms of Martin’s voice had become an unconscious comfort. 

Tonight he was looking particularly exhausted, slumped in his seat with deep purple bags under his eyes. It sent an unwelcome pang through Jon’s chest; Martin should be sleeping, not entertaining him because he chose to stay late. He said as much.

“You don’t have to stay up on my part.”

“Hm?” Martin looked up from his lap, eyes finding Jon’s. “Oh, no. It’s fine. I like the company, to be honest. Unless…?”

“I don’t mind,” Jon assured him. Shockingly, he found he meant it. Still, it didn’t ease his guilt. Martin was always here, never leaving the Archives for more than an hour to get food or other necessities. He considered his next words. “That being said, I hope you know you’re allowed to have a life outside of the institute. I won’t judge if you want to have a...late night, or go out. It’s not my business what you do in your free time.”

Martin squinted his eyes as if he didn’t understand the words Jon spoke. Christ, do I really seem that out of touch? He knew he could be severe and well, a bit of an ass at times. The stress of the job got to him more than he cared to admit. But he didn’t want his assistants to think they should follow his example. He was Head Archivist, it fell on his shoulders to get this place in some semblance of order. 

“I’m not really one for nights out, Jon,” Martin gave that familiar, self-deprecating laugh as he leaned back in his chair, an almost defeated-like set to his shoulders. “Well, besides the occasional drink with Tim and Sasha. And even those are sort of...I don’t know. They have their own thing going, and I feel like-”

“A bit of an outsider,” Jon provided before he could activate his ‘word to mouth’ filter. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply-”

“No,” Martin cut him off. “You’re right. Feels like I’m intruding.”

“Their banter can be overwhelming for the, ah, uninitiated.” On the few times he’d gone out with them in research, he’d felt more lonely than included. His awkward attempts at interjecting could make a conversation fall flat and he felt the need to accept every drink they handed in him the hopes of ‘loosening up.’ It never worked. They were never mean about it, no- or at least had the decency not to do it in his presence. 

“Tell me about it.” Martin gave Jon a tiny little smirk that sent his heart stuttering in his chest for no particular reason. “I’m used to it, is all. This isn’t much of a change in routine, worms notwithstanding.”

“You, er, don’t have friends you can meet up with? Or maybe a partner?” Christ, why am I prying? What’s gotten into me? Jon felt curious, the man practically lived with him and yet he barely knew him.

The bark of laughter he got in reply was sudden and more than self-deprecating. “A partner? Are you kidding me?” Martin’s tone threw him off-balance; it was jaded, bitter, not like him at all.

“I didn’t mean to pry-”

“No, it’s- to be frank, I don’t think I’m cut out for all that.” Martin toyed with the mug in his hands, gazing into it like it held the answers he needed. “I’ve uh, tried to go on a few dates, meet people, that sort of thing. But they all expect something at the end and it just never feels right, I can’t explain it. Like there’s something missing. ”

Jon paused; the words and their sentiment were not unfamiliar to him. In fact, they resonated quite deeply, if Martin meant what Jon thought he did.

“It’s always been that way- I get a crush, I get to know them, they want to, y’know, and I-I don’t know what's wrong with me, but I can’t-” He cut himself off, sitting up straighter as if suddenly remembering where he was and who he was talking to. “God, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this-”

“It’s fine.” And it was. Martin looked at his hands and Jon recognized the sadness in the set of his shoulders, the lines etched in his face. He never thought the two of them would have much in common but that- that was a feeling Jon knew all too well. “I think I understand what you’re getting at.”

Martin somehow managed to deflate even further, curling up as if trying to disappear. “Yeah, well- I think it’s time to admit that I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

The words hit Jon harder than expected. His fists tightened in his lap; he was sixteen again, wondering why the kiss he stole in a backroom felt more invasive than intimate. He was reading romance novels, understanding the words but not the feelings they were supposed to invoke. He was in college, being called a ‘tease’ or a ‘prude’ when he pulled away at the end of the night. And it was all accompanied by that deep, crushing fear that he’d never be enough. 

No, you’re not that kid anymore. 

And Martin shouldn’t have to be either.

“What’s that look for?”

He was drawn from his thoughts at Martin’s words, looking up from the scratched wood of his desk. “Sorry?”

“You’ve- you’ve got that look on your face, like you’re const- like you’re thinking really hard.”

Jon tried to think of a way to word his query delicately, but ‘delicacy’ had never been his strong suit, according to Georgie. Come to think of it, it was never hers either. “Have you ever considered that maybe- that you’re- you’re of the persuasion, that is-”

Martin shot him a deadpan look, unimpressed. “Yeah, I know I’m gay, Jon.”

“That’s not-” He sighed in frustration, fuming at his inability to communicate. “It’s okay to not feel that way. I never have. It’s normal.”

Martin blinked. “Sorry?”

“Asexuality, that is,” he said, finally managing to get out the words. “I was...in a similar position, I guess you could say. I didn’t feel the way you were ‘supposed’ to feel, like how all the books and TV shows describe it. Zero interest in anything sexual, and I thought...well, I thought something was wrong with me.” Jon felt a lump building in his throat, much to his horror. “But being able to put a name to it, an identity, it just felt right.” Martin’s face was unreadable- had he spoken out of turn? Did he have this all wrong? 

He tried to clarify. “What I’m trying to say is that I know what it’s like, that...feeling you described. But it doesn’t mean you’re not cut out for love. You...you shouldn’t have to feel that way about yourself. You’ll find people who accept you. You’re not doomed to be lonely.” Now you’re just getting sentimental. Jon wasn’t one to dole out advice. He attempted to reign it in, get himself back on solid, familiar ground. “Maybe don’t take me for an example, though. I assure you, my isolation is very much self-imposed.”

Martin didn’t laugh. For a brief, panicky moment Jon thought he might have offended him, assumed the wrong thing, taken him out of context. But Martin met his eyes and Jon saw it- a look of dawning understanding, of comprehension and knowing and as much as Jon wanted to look away he couldn’t, because for the first time in a while he thought he might have said the right thing. 

_____

He watched as Martin puttered about in the break room and took a deep breath, straightening his shoulders. Martin hadn’t said much after their conversation, just thanked him in a choked voice and mumbled some excuse about going off to bed. Jon felt a bit conflicted- he now had time to ruminate on the conversation, pick it apart and wonder if he said anything wrong. He didn’t think he had, but his instincts had been proven wrong before.

Still, the thought of helping one person, sparing them from that crippling self-doubt and inadequacy, made any embarrassment or awkwardness well worth it. So here he was, shuffling his feet and holding a stack of paper, stapled and neat and in some cases, annotated. He cleared his throat and Martin turned away from the sink to face him.

“Oh, g-good morning, Jon.” He wiped his hands on a dish towel, throwing it lightly on the counter. “Did you sleep well?”

He’d gotten two hours tops on the lumpy couch in his office. I need to invest in another cot. But he nodded anyway, walking forward and thrusting the pile out for Martin to take. Martin looked down at it quizzically but took it all the same, his face softening as he flipped through the pages.

“I, um- I printed out some articles that I thought might be of interest,” Jon rambled, feeling more awkward by the second. Was this too forward of me? “I’ve always found it easier to read on paper instead of the screen. For ah, concentration purposes. This- this isn’t required reading, or anything. Just might be helpful for, uh, figuring things out.”

Martin didn’t look up from the pages in his hand, instead zeroing in on them with a more intense stare. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight with sincerity. “Thanks. It uh, it means a lot.”

“Yes,” Jon replied nonsensically, having no response to the emotion in Martin’s words. “You- you don’t need to talk to me about this, if you’d rather not. But I’m available if you’d like to.” He paused. Best to keep this somewhat professional- it was almost nine. “Outside of normal working hours, of course.”

“Of course,” Martin echoed, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he finally met Jon’s eyes. He fought down the urge to smile back, instead muttering an excuse and turning to flee the room. I think I’ve filled my emotional quota for the week. 

They don’t talk about it again, but a few days later a sticky note appears on his desk. Thanks- MB. Underneath the clear script he’d doodled a small flag- black, grey, white, and purple. 

Jon puts it in his right-hand drawer next to an old polaroid of the Admiral, where it stays.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28782318

[happyandticklish]

Wake Up Call

Notes: For the anon request. I know the time in which I’m accomplishing some of these fics is taking longer, which is mostly due to needing to do life stuff along with this, but I still have a lot of fun writing them! Hope you enjoy~

Summary: Sometimes Nico has a hard time getting up in the morning, but Will has just the thing to help. 

Warm sunlight filtered through his vision, making the boy squint his eyes in vague irritation. The lull of sleep tugged at him, and Nico groaned, turning around to hide his face in his boyfriend’s chest. He wondered what time it was. Whatever the answer, certainly too early to be awake. He wrapped his arms around the other, tugging him closer as he allowed unconsciousness to drag him under once more.

“Hey there,” a voice whispered into his hair, followed by a gentle kiss. “How’d you sleep?”

“Still trying to,” Nico grumbled in response, the effort of forming the words already too much for his jumbled mind. Waking up next to Will was becoming a more and more common occurrence—but really, could you blame Nico when the former happened to be the most comfortable pillow in the whole camp? “What time is it?”

Nico felt Will shift against him as he checked the clock on the wall. Vaguely, Nico assessed that the two were curled up in one of the many cots in the infirmary. He wasn’t sure entirely how they had got there, but he was certain it was a location they were not supposed to be in.

“Eh… seven,” Will replied, squinting a bit at the numbers.

“Seven?!” Nico exclaimed, his words ringing with disgust. “And you woke me up why exactly?”

“Oh, so you wanna be the one to explain to Chiron why the two of us were in here?” Will asked, arching an eyebrow at the other.

“You’re a doctor,” Nico pointed out, his words mumbled as he attempted to put himself back in the peaceful state he had been in before. “It’s an infirmary. What’s the problem?”

“The ‘problem’ is that I’m not supposed to be here overnight, and definitely not with a child of Hades in tow.”

“Mmm.”

Will sighed resignedly as he took in the other, the latter of which was clearly holding no intentions of moving. Seven was too late already. Technically, the others should be showing up around now, but his cabin had a habit of arriving late to opening time. He glanced anxiously towards the door, and then back down at his dozing boyfriend. However, as he did so he took in the way his shirt had rucked up in the fitful shifting of the night, revealing a pale sliver of his stomach. With his arms wrapped around Will’s neck and his eyes shut, he was entirely vulnerable to the idea formulating in Will’s mind.

“Nico~” he sing-songed, his hand drifting slowly down to his sides from where it had rested on the other’s back. “I really think you should get up now.”

Nico grunted, hardly taking in his words in his hazy state of mind.

Will grinned, almost pleased that the other had left him with such an open oppurtunity. “Alright then. But just remember, what happens next is on you.”

Nico twitched when fingers drew lightly up his side, pushing his shirt further up. A small smile slid onto his features as the tracing turned into light scratching. “No,” he muttered under his breath, though he declined to block the touch, choosing instead to merely hold onto the blond tighter. “Will…”

“Hmm?”

“C’mon—” Nico was squirming now, the light sensations making his already fuzzy brain turn to mush. “I-It—don’t!”

“You’re not making any sense, I’m afraid,” Will tsked, walking his fingers down to his stomach and scribbling lightly over the skin. “You’re gonna have to use complete sentences if you want me to understand what you’re saying.”

Nico squeezed his eyes shut, choked giggles escaping him despite himself. He attempted to draw his legs up, but with the way he was pressed against Will, curling up was impossible. That left his stomach entirely vulnerable to attack; it wasn’t his worst spot, but it was inexplicably unbearable in its own way.

“Wihihill!”

“Nico.”

Whatever Nico’s next sentence might have been, it broke off into frustrated garbling as the scribbling turned into playful poking. 

“C’mon Nico,” Will teased, increasing the frenzy of the pokes so that Nico squeaked, his arm almost coming down to block him before grabbing around Will’s neck once more. “You know how to end this. You don’t want to get caught like this, do you?”

The idea of anyone seeing him in such a state was one that normally Nico would revolt at instantly. In the moment, however, he found that he was too tired to think about future consequences when the appeal of staying in the warm, comfortable bed, laughing into Will’s embrace, was as strong as it was. It had been a while since Will had pulled anything like this with the other, and Nico wasn’t rushing to end it so soon.

Will seemed to pick up on Nico’s reluctance, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Ghost King? Hmm? Do you like being tickled, is that what it is?”

Warmth spread across Nico’s features, his stomach erupting into nerves at the revelation. It didn’t help that Will had slowed down the tickling in order for him to answer. “I—uh, no, of course not.” He fiddled with the back of Will’s shirt as he answered, still hiding his face in the hopes that it come somehow make the conversation easier to accomplish.

“Really?” Will’s words were laced with doubt. One hand rubbed up and down his side, a switch from the tickling from seconds before, in what was most likely meant to be a comforting gesture. Nico couldn’t help but twitch and tense every time his hand strayed too far from his path, however. “Because I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t try to stop me once while I was tickling you.”

Nico froze, his heart racing as he was caught in his lie. He opened his mouth, struggling to find some way to get himself out of the situation he had led himself into. Before he could, however, Will interjected hurriedly.

“It’s okay if you do, you know,” Will reassured him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it or anything. Lots of people like to be tickled—it’s a normal way of showing and receiving affection. Not to mention,” he added slowly, gently tweaking his side so that the other let out a startled yelp. “You’re awfully cute all giggly and squirmy like this.”

Nico’s blush worsened, but relief coursed through him with a cool assurance. After a moment of hesitating silence, he muttered, “I don’t… not like it. What, uh, what you were doing, I mean.”

Will blinked, having not expected such an honest answer. Gratitude zipped through him, spreading a pleasant warmth throughout his body. He knew the other probably wouldn’t have been as open with him if it wasn’t still the early hours of the morning, and for a moment, he worried that Nico was going to be angry with him for prompting the confession. But as he watched the curled in position of the other, his gaze focused intently anywhere but Will, he realized that Nico was more nervous than anything else, as though he were worried that Will was going to be the angry one.

“Hey.” Nico frowned as Will sat up, grasping his hand firmly. “Thanks. For telling me that is. It means a lot to me that you were willing to share this with me.”

“Oh,” Nico replied slowly, unfurling from his position with a confused stare. “Yeah, uh, no problem. I guess. You’re not… I mean, you don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nico, you summon people from the dead. Your chauffeur is a zombie. We live in a world of myth and monsters, and you still think that playing with the Pokémon versions of that is cooler. Liking tickling is the least weird thing about you.”

“Thanks,” Nico replied dryly.

Will pulled him closer, kissing the tips of his fingers lightly. Nico wrinkled his nose at the affectionate gesture, but there was a faint pink dusted across his features all the same. “This is just one more thing about you to love. And you know what the best part about all of this is?”

“What?” Nico asked hesitantly, trying not to focus on Will’s face, let alone his lips, inches away from his own.

“I get to do this whenever I want to!”

Hands were shoved suddenly under Nico’s shirt, climbing his sides and sneaking under his arms. Nico squawked, caught off guard by the sudden attack, and flailed back in an unsuccessful attempt to retreat. “Wihihill! Wahahahait!”

“No, I don’t think I will. I’m having too much fun, you see. Besides, I thought you said you liked it. Do you really want me to stop?”

Nico blushed, giggling uncontrollably as he attempted to tug Will’s arms away from his armpits. “Thahahat’s nahahahat fahahair!” he squeaked, falling backwards on the bed at last in an act of desperation. His hands were holding Will’s wrists loosely, tugging every once in a while unsuccessfully. His head was thrown back in a wild grin as carefree laughter spilled from his lips. Will’s heart swooped unsteadily in his chest, the sight of Nico like this first thing in the morning too much for him to handle. Consequently, he almost didn’t notice the voice ringing through the infirmary seconds later, echoing in the hall.

“Will? Are you in there? I thought I heard a noise.”

Will nearly gave himself whiplash from how fast he jerked back from the other, pulling Nico onto his chest on accident as the other’s hands were still locked about his arms. Nico’s face had dropped into that of cautious alarm, but there was still light dancing in his eyes, casting a content glow to his face.

Will cursed, letting out a disappointed groan. “Kayla. Dammit. We should probably get out of here so I don’t get you in trouble.”

“Me in trouble?” Nico exclaimed indignantly as Will pulled him off the bed, each of them struggling to kick the covers off of themselves. “Wasn’t it your idea to come here in the first—”

“Details, details,” Will interrupted quickly. “Now, do you want to get caught or not?”

Nico sighed, but followed him in a run as the two attempted to sneak out through the back doors.

In the end, Kayla ended up catching them and the two got put on Pegasus detail for the next two weeks. But Will decided it was all worth it, in the end, if it meant he got to hear the other’s laughter once more.

[tumblingdowntheway2019]

Rules when requesting Resident Evil: Village Head-canons!

Heyo pps!! So I decided to take on some requests on some Resident Evil: Village Head-canons! 🤗🤗

So here are a few rules when requesting, due to either something making me uncomfortable or something I just can't do in general.

Family Dynamic or Ship Dynamic? -

I honestly don't mind what ship you request. You want Family? You got it! You want ship? Ask away!

If you don't like the ship dynamics, just filter them out. 🤗

Ships I can do:

Here are ones I am comfortable doing when it comes to ship scenarios!

BelaDonna.

Benetrescu. (Lady Dimitriscu x Donna)

Lord x S/O.

Mia x Ethan. (Easier cause they are married!)

Lord x Maiden/Servant. (Choose gender or have it neutral, up to you.🤗)

If you have a ship you wish to enquire about though, do feel free to ask! You won't know unless you ask. 💕🤗💕

Ships I can't Do. -

Some are pretty obvious as to why!

Lady Dimitriscu x Daughter. (Parents aren't allowed to date their children! Adopted or not!)

Heisenberg x Ethan. (For the life of me, I can't write about them. Like the ship, but can't write it myself. 🤣)

Moreau x Another Lord. (I just don't see it personally, hence why I can do him with an S/O.)

Angie x Anyone. (Seriously why? She is a doll!)

Donna x Angie. (My hand to God I saw this and really questioned life there.)

Does it have to be Ship or Family Dynamic?

Not necessarily. If you have read my "Giant Baby Fetus Monster is real?!" Part 1 and 2 head canon, you will know that I don't always do it by those two (2) alone. Again this all comes down to what you may be asking of me to do. I can try some A.U's as well, such as everyone lives or they raise Rose or is an extended family to the Winters Family and they interact often, etc, if you like. 🤗

Genres and Scenarios I can do? -

I find most genres and scenarios pretty easy to do. Examples:

Hurt/comfort.

Angst/suspense.

Family scenarios.

Couple/ship scenarios.

Silly/parody scenarios.

Just ask me what you want. I shall confirm or not if I can do it and do my best to see what I can do.

Scenarios I can't do?-

NSFW content. Not even what leads up to the moment. I have never been comfortable writing that sort of stuff personally and can mostly read it just fine before I just skip over the part. Sorry.

If I find anything uncomfortable actually, I will let you know. 🤗

How shall I request a Head-Canon? -

It's pretty simple actually, just go to the ask me box and ask away.

Here is the two examples of the layout I wish to be used to help me better understand what you are looking for.

Example 1:

Dynamic - *Family Dynamic*

Genre - *Insert Genre Here.*

Scenario - *Insert Scenario Here.*

Example 2:

Dynamic - *Ship Dynamic.*

Ship - *Insert Ship Here.*

Genre - *Insert Genre Here.*

Scenario - *Insert Scenario Here.*

Example 3:

Au - *Insert AU Here.*

Genre - *Insert Genre Here.*

Scenario - *Insert Scenario Here.*

Pretty basic! If you have more than one, please make sure to keep them separate, as to help me not get confused.

What can you do in return? -

Absolutely nothing! 💕🤗💕

The only thing I ever ask in return is patience while waiting and to help me understand some things if I ever ask you to clarify your request. 😁😁

If you ever wish to use them as inspiration in writing or drawing, then by all means do so. All I ask in return is that you give me credit for the idea and to tag me! 💕🤗💕

_____________________

What about the tags?

Fairly simple actually. If it's a Family Dynamic, I shall hashtag it as such. If it's a Ship Dynamic then again, I shall hashtag it as that.

And there you have it! I hope it was easy to understand.

If you happen to be someone who can do the NSFW scenarios actually, feel free to comment and say so, and I can send them your way if you want? 🤗🤗

That's it! Hope you all have a great day!

💪😎💕