#need the committment of someone talking to me just bc they wanna

[bluemoongoth]

[therem-harth]

h h hewwo owoo 22 / 23 / 29 / 31 / 34 / 50 / 58 / 61 / 88 in any order, and u can also just. pick only those that u want :3

hhhh-ewwwo? I did say I wanted to chat and I desperately do not want to do work or studies so buckle in for a long post (derogatory). 22. role model? Oh man, I don’t think I have any, like, specific ones for entire things, though I do fall in my hero-worship phaes and then fall out of them like everyone else. I think that taking an entire person and being like I wanna be like them is... not for me though. But I do look up to some people for specific things - I look up to, weirdly enough, Abigail Phylosohpytube who I didn’t watch before her coming out for her graceful coming out video though she admits that the experience wasn’t obviously as smooth. I look up to lots and lots of people for their ability to create and their art (not gonna tag my fav artists bc am tiny and do not want people to look at me, but i do be reblogging). I look up to people like ConcernedApe Stardewvalley and Supergiantgames Hades for their ability to put so much soul in their work, smth I aspire to do. I look up to @not-poignant for, among other things, their idk how to say it best, wisdom in understanding and communicating with others and with myself? I’ve learned a lot by just sort of being in their periphery and seeing how they articulate their thoughts and choose to be kind and witness other’s pain. Hell, I look up to twitch streamers and youtubers sometimes (the recent nice trait I’d like to have if I ever went into bigger content production is how ibxtoycat deals with parasocial relationship realities). 23. strange habits? Hm. I don’t think drinking tea whenever I need a pick-me-up is strange, that’s just probably forcefully assigning a British nationality to me. I think my insistence on misspelling words in a way I think is lowkey funny might be one, I say thamks bc it feels softer, or thank bc it’s funny, I say sleeb, I say finkers or tryink or otherwise replace g with k for lulz. I also don’t know if it counts as a habit but I have a small leather band around my wrist that’s been there for a year soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I probs have like, stranger habits but I can’t recall rn. 29. best way to bond with you? Hmm. Well, if you show initiative and are explicit about wanting to spend time with me, that’s already a big chance of me spending time with you. And then if our interests match and I don’t think that you’re like, young in a way that automatically puts me in a position where I don’t feel comfortable really being myself around you bc in my head I have to look out for you (it has happened with two of my friends, sigh), and we regularly spend time together, voila, friend acquired. It simultaneously doesn’t take much and takes a bit to be my friend and bond with me - it’s easy af to become a casual friend cuz I’m always open to new people, but there has to be a level of trust to become like, a close friend. Respecting my boundaries, talking shit with me, being explicitly committal about wanting to bond with me are big steps that way. 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Uh, I don’t do neither, but a current fave that is reasonably badass is my black tshirt with like, a ritual circle and a deer skull. V edgy, 10/10. I also used to have like a real edgy tshirt with a jester and some dice that said the game of life, but I threw it out bc dysphoria. or maybe I put it at the back of my closet along with one other shirt In Case I Get Top Surgery so I can wear them then. 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Many, such is the nature of advertising, alas. I have managed to avoid most of it tbh though, so the only place I am forced to sit through ads so they stick is my scrabble capitalist nightmare app where I play and always beat haha my coursemate. And they have adds for those shitty apps where you have to solve a puzzle that ends up failing in the add and like, drenching a man in green goo. I find those kinda fascinating tbh. Who plays these games? Who plays these shitty shitty games whose ad has to be “prove your IQ“ to make you want to prove yourself to play them? Oh and also, the insidious nature of ads in media I consume - the mcelroys have gotten me informed about many many things bc they do it in a funny way. Have you heard about squarespace? What about meundies? I also literally installed honey yesterday that I knew abt bc of the relentless adds and I wanted to save, uh, 2.50 from my minecraft server purchase (and then spent some time googling how they make money before giving up. just say u sell my data, that’s easier than not knowing what part of this makes you money). I was tired and in a weird mood, ok. 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? It’s always the stupidest jokes, what matters more is laughing together with someone and getting caught in a laughing loop. I still remember laughing with my siblings until our stomachs really really hurt bc I think one of us said a rug was vomit-colored and it was funny in the moment. How many times have I laughed like that with you too, vit. I know that Laura’s one is nostrilatu, right? :D :D It’s just something that catches you off guard, I think.

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Oh shid. Hm. 1) My ability to analyze data and understand the basic building blocks of something. Makes me cool at studying and sexy at explaining things to my course-mates. 2) Not a talent more like a skill that I’ve worked hard on through therapy - but my inner positive voice/healthy parent is very strong and automatic (something I was sure would never happen). A good example is me going out for a walk, my phone dying so I can’t listen to music, when I went in my head “well I can always make music in my head. do-do-do *drum sound*“ and I could feel the wave of self-reprimand cresting but before I could actually hear any negative comments the positive voice said with a light of a thousand suns NO THAT IS ACTUALLY CUTE AND SEXY and just haaaaaaah. 3) I sing good. Need to sing more. 4) I think I’m good at making conversation. Even with people I don’t necessarily like or want to talk to. More of a skill again but whatever. 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Do not come to me and ask for favorites, witch. Uh, I have some quotes in my notes app, like 7 from Pia’s writing :D. But imma go with “It’s a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world“ by Mary Oliver. It counts, ok. Or, wait, something I will for real one day either crosstitch of commission shitpostcalligrapher: “t’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. “What are we holding onto Sam?” “There’s good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.“” 88. your greatest wish? Hrm. Right now? To have like a couple days with no responsibilities and without the outside world bearing on me as heavily, to be tiny tiny tiny so I’m invisible and can drink tiny tea on a tiny leaf. Uh, in general? My recently formulated wish or a goal is stability/peace. Then everything else becomes ok because you can bounce back to stable ground between feeling shit or everything happening so much. And I’ve sort of reached that. Also like, half a million euros would be nice too so I can get a house and a car and go on a few trips abroad. :D // there’s two ask memes in my blog recently, go wild

[princiere]

hfdjghkjdfhkg ok so I’m gonna answer the rest of that ask list I rb’ed earlier bc a lot of those questions made me uwu super hard so here we go

to literally no one’s surprise these questions are abt Akira hdkghkj

Aborted Declaration of Love: How long did it take for you to finally confess to your F/O? How did it go? Were there several attempts, or was it just The One?

Knowing me, my feelings will get so out of control that I end up confessing to him about a month after realizing my feelings. We’ve been friends for a couple years, so he can tell that something’s up but won’t push for me to say unless he can tell that whatever I’m hiding could put me or anyone in danger.

I kept putting it off, saying I’ll “do it eventually”, but it isn’t until Akira goes through the interrogation that I realize…I have to tell him. Despite how him being “killed” was part of the plan, what if he didn’t really make it?

It took…a few attempts to get the message across, admittedly. It isn’t until everyone else left Leblanc after Sae brings him back that I tell him. I couldn’t stop stuttering and fidgeting, but once Akira understands what I’m trying to say, he smiles and explains that he’s felt the same for…a while. He won’t admit how long exactly, but Ryuji and the others will tell me it’s been at least a year and a half since he first confided in them about his feelings for me.

Accidental Hand Hold: When did you first hold hands with your F/O?

The very first time was when we were still friends, and during one hangout with him, the subway suddenly became super crowded. He grabbed my hand, explaining that he doesn’t wanna lose me in the crowd. (I already went off abt this scenario though hgkdjfg)

The first time we hold hands as a couple, however, felt much different than when we were just friends. It was only a few days into dating, and he initially held my hand very loosely, like how he would when we were friends. But after a few moments, he’ll carefully squeeze my hand, grazing his thumb along my skin. He wouldn’t look at me, but it was hard to deny the pink on his cheeks.

After-Action Patch-Up: How does your F/O react when they see you got hurt? How do they tend to your injury?

In the Metaverse, he isn’t too concerned. He’s got all kinds of medicine that instantly heals his teammates, so he’ll use whatever is needed until I’m better.

In the real world, though, he’ll get angry, but won’t express his emotions any further than a scowl. The one time, the one time he doesn’t come with me, and I end up getting hurt with no way to instantly fix it or track down the culprit? He wants to put the blame on himself and come with me wherever I go now, but won’t admit these feelings until later. He knows and respects my desire for privacy, however, but…he can’t help but feel a little overprotective in the moment.

Akira will quietly tend to where I’m hurt, asking every now and then if I got a good look at whoever did this to me. Did I hear any names, did they have anyone else with them, etc. Whether I can give any good answers or not, he’ll still comfort me, and holds me a little more than usual for the rest of the night.

Almost Kiss: What was your first kiss with your F/O like?

It was about a few weeks into us dating, and after our weekly date, he’ll take me to Leblanc under the excuse that he “wanted to surprise me with something”. Turns out, he’d been working on making a special dessert, with the help of Sojiro, and wanted me to be the first to try it. Unsurprisingly, it tasted amazing, and after expressing how sweet it was, Akira smiled and said, “Not as sweet as you.”

He watched as I laughed, before asking rather bluntly, “Hey…can I kiss you?”

It took me a moment to register what he said, and when I did, he tried not to laugh at how red I suddenly turned. “…Yea.”

The kiss didn’t exactly feel like “fireworks were going off” or anything like that. It was…quiet, but more than peaceful and calming. Akira tasted like coffee, unsurprisingly. Without pulling away very far, he said I tasted like the dessert I’d just finished eating, and that yes, it was sweet after all.

Beautiful Dreamer: Who’s usually the first to fall asleep while the other stares and admires?

Absolutely me. Akira can fall asleep within minutes, but it can take me at least an hour to get to sleep. In the meantime, though, I got something nice to look at~

Bodyguard Crush: How does your F/O make you feel safe?

In the Metaverse, he tends to use himself as a shield if he feels I’ll be too hurt by any enemies. He knows I hate when he does that, but he still does it.

In the real world, he’ll usually hold my hand as a way of comforting me and making sure my anxiety doesn’t randomly spike like it loves to do. In any confrontation, he either gets in front of me (human shield again smh) or escorts me away.

Grow Old With Me: How long have you and your F/O been together?

A couple months, give or take. It’s only been so short because 1) I only recently realized my feelings for him, and 2) I change f/os a lot but…it feels different with him, so I’m hoping it lasts a lot longer.

Laugh Of Love: What are some things your F/O does to make you laugh?

Memes. That, or his snarky comments that piss his friends off or stupid puns that physically hurt.

Love Epiphany: When and how did you realize you loved your F/O? When and how did they realize they loved you?

For me, it just sort of came out of nowhere a few months ago. I looked at someone that I’ve known for years, and thought about all the things he’s done, both for me and everyone he cares about, and the next thing I knew…I was in love.

Akira realized much sooner, but it hit just as hard. About half a year into being friends with me, he noticed how much I’d change when I’m around him. I become much more open and happy, whereas I’d usually be extremely quiet and reserved. It didn’t help when he learned about my past relationships and realizing that, despite the trauma I was put through, I was still willing to push through and be happy again.

It then wasn’t until he was subconsciously thinking about how he wanted to be the guy that’ll treat me right that he realized his feelings.

Marry For Love: Are you and your F/O married? If so, how was the wedding like? If you aren’t, do you plan on getting married, and if so, how would you like it to be like?

We’re not married, and…honestly I don’t know if I want to be? Not that I have non-committal issues or anything, but it just feels…overrated? Too expected of me?

However, I’m not against the idea, so if we did get married, we’d definitely just want to keep the wedding amongst a small group of our loved ones. It wouldn’t be too fancy or anything, and we’d have the actual wedding at a nearby park before having the reception at Leblanc. 

Post-Kiss Catatonia: How did you and your F/O react to your first kiss together?

I’ve done this every time I have a first kiss with someone so I’ll say it here: I get weak in the knees and almost collapse. Thankfully, Akira and I were already sitting at the counter of Leblanc when we first kissed, but I’m definitely shaking and flushing.

Akira was initially worried that maybe he pushed things too fast for me, but after some reassurance, he’ll start to feel better, knowing that it’s just intense jitters from having a first kiss. Later that night, though, after returning from taking me home, he’ll have some trouble sleeping that night, constantly touching his lips and reliving that moment.

Sickeningly Sweethearts: Do you and your F/O engage in PDA? If yes, how do the surrounding people react?

For the most part, he wants to keep it to a minimum. Mostly just holding hands, with maybe some holding from the side, and a kiss here and there. He doesn’t want to garner a lot of attention if he can avoid it.

Around friends, though? He’s a bit less reserved, prompting to tuck his face in my shoulder/neck if he isn’t up for talking much, and asking for a kiss every few minutes. He’ll try to casually cuddle, to which Ryuji and Futaba usually tease him for “being so clingy with me”. He always gives some cheeky comment in response.

Zip Me Up: Does your F/O help you get dressed for the day? Do you help them?

Me getting dressed is one of the times Akira will turn the other way. We both know of my dysphoria, and as much as he wants to help and compliment me the whole time, he knows that bringing attention could just make it worse. Though he’ll help in the blink of an eye if I ask for assistance.

Akira typically doesn’t need help getting dressed, but moreso asks how anything looks on him. He knows I’ll be upfront on what I think though honestly I’m kinda biased but isn’t that a given with your boyfriend? cmon

[stfrcnis]

⌠ ALEX FITZALAN, 24, MALE, HE/HIM⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, FRANCIS SHEPHERD! according to their records, they’re a FOURTH year, specializing in KNIFE FIGHTING SKILLS, SWORD TRAINING, PRECISION SHOOTING, FIREARMS & SWAT TRAINING + THREAT ELIMINATION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (dark under eye circles, coffee stained shirts, cartoon bandages covering his knuckles)   . when it’s the (gemini)’s birthday on 6/12/1995, they always request their ROCHESTER PLATE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

hello all, name’s yadira. i just started my last year of university yesterday and it was a mess so that was fun.  anyway, i am absolute marvel trash ---- more importantly clint barton trash so francis is heavily inspired by clint barton ( he basically is clint barton angst and all) this is a mess so pls dont judge me, and if u wanna plot hmu !!

          francis shepherd was born in a small town in indiana , the youngest of two born to an alcoholic father.  his mother was a god send on the other hand , his father was not a nice drunk no ---- often times he took it out on his wife and once the boys were old enough he took it out on them.  his father was a cattle rancher so francis grew up in the country , it was were he felt like he most belonged as a child.  francis however was a sensitive boy , his father soon resorted to more drastic measures to get the boy to toughen up.  soon , his brother would do the same saying it was the only way to survive.           when he was four he took a nasty fall which prompted temporary hearing loss and his parents to be targeted by child protective services.  while their impromptu visits happened , the shepherds were the happiest people in the planet but as soon as they left his father’s rage continued.  it wasn’t until he was seven when his parents went out for groceries leaving the boys to fend for themselves , but they were gone for too long.  the next day came and officials informed the boys of their parent’s death.  francis remained in shock , but his older brother ran from the seen knowing they would be put into the system, but francis didn’t know.  so francis entered the foster care system , but just as luck had it he entered the henderson family.  a large foster family who collected foster kids because of the help the government gave them.             this all stopped when francis ran away from his home at the age of fourteen.  he returned to his old home hoping to see his brother there , but he was long gone.  francis enrolled in school for the time being , stories began to circle that the shepherds died a long time ago and francis was self dependent.  francis dropped out of high school at the end of his sophomore year knowing he needed a new beginning so he moved to new york with literally nothing but the clothes on his back and a hunting knife.            while in new york he was being tailed and instead of letting them take him , he went up to them and confronted them.  that basically impressed and he was on his radar until he got the letter when he turned 20.

facts:

francis did a lot of knife throwing and archer as a child. he kept up that practice in the henderson home.

francis learned how to fight from his brother.

he is still partially deaf , but he tends to keep that hidden from almost everyone. 

developed a smoking problem in the henderson household and while he doesn’t tolerate drunks he tends to drink when under stress.

he has a large tattoo on his right ribcage ( of what? idk ) to cover up a large scar 

his back is filled with scars too which is fun

he completed his ged when he was 18.

his brother is still out there ---- somewhere ( wanted connection?? )

he was a blackthrone boi!

personality:

with so much going on people would think that he would be an ass, but he’s not.  i wouldn’t say he’s friendly, but he’s not an ass.  he tends to talk to everyone, he has shit luck but he tends to drink it off ( mainly coffee , he’s obsessed ).  he never talks about himself , he’s probably a huge enigma to everyone at gallagher because he’s so chill about everything.  but he’s also a little shit , super sarcastic but he excels at what he does.  he tends to keep conversations very shallow but is an extremely helpful guy.

connections:

best friend: okay so this person would be his number one, obviously he doesn’t know anything about his childhood prob that he’s originally from indiana and moved to ny at 16.  still he loves this person no matter what.

mentee:  francis is good at what he does and he’s very humble about it --- most times.  so he probably has a mentee hanging around.

fwb: what can i say ---- committment issues.

exes: ya boi is bi so open to anyone, but this probably didn’t end well bc he doesn’t know how to be a good loving relationship someone pls hug this boy

[thaliamccn-blog]

hello <3 i am diana ( u can call me di if u like ) and i am nineteen, a libra, go by she/her pronouns, n reside in the est timezone !! somethings u should kno about me…i am a girl group stan first and a human second ( stan loona stan twiceblackvelvet stan fromis 9 stan weki meki etc etc ). i am a sansa stark enthusiast and love lana del rey with my whole heart. so that’s basically me !! and now, onto thalia under the cut like this post n i’ll message u to plot!! my discord is we just wanna have some fun !#5522 if u wanna talk there, or i can message u on tumblr im’s <3

↪ son naeun. she/her. cis female. ╱ i thought i saw thalia moon getting questioned by the police. the twenty-two year old is in their third year at west bridge studying fashion design. they were at manon’s party because manon was wearing one of her designs. do you think they had something to do with her death? + eyes stained by glitter and mascara, the feeling of isolation among a crowd of people, smoking a cigarette with a glass of red wine. ◜ diana. 19. est. she/her. ◞

ok i’m gonna do my very best to keep this short because whew,,,, i’m a rambler asjdhkdjh 

i guess i will start off by saying she’s aquarius sun scorpio moon...so that’s some indication of her personality ajksdshdh,,,

she is bisexual

here is her pinterest so u can get 2 know her aesthetic <33

now onto some backstory

her father owns a development company (basically think bart bass from gossip girl but she is not chuck bass because he’s gross) and her mom is a socialite

she was raised in a wealthy family on the upper east side (nyc). she is an only child, so she grew up weaned on expensive items and became a bit materialistic because of it

because she was an only child people assumed she was always the center of attention but the truth is her parents were very neglectful of her...n she grew up to be pretty emotionally stunted whew she literally cannot deal with her emotions but we’ll get to that

her parents never really wanted kids, they just had thalia to present a family-friendly image, so they used her whenever the cameras were around

during her high school years her father ran into a bit of legal trouble because of a building he owned that burned down. he had buried the story, but word was beginning to come out again (yes i’m ripping off gossip girl ASHDKJH)

her parents divorced because of the scandal, among other things. the two of them constantly fought ever since thalia was a child, but her mom decided to remove herself from the scandal while she still had the chance (which is exactly what her moms father, aka thalia’s grandfather, told her to do)

after the divorce, thalia was left in her father’s care

during the scandal, she began to lash out and rebel against her father specifically, but he threatened to take away her trust fund if she did not behave herself. he needed thalia’s help in maintaining his image

so she agreed to stop lashing out publicly, but still continued her lifestyle on the lowkey

she always managed to get herself into trouble, but also found her way out of it one way or another

thalia took an interest in fashion design early on in her high school years and was able get two internships while she was still in high school

after the divorce, she barely ever saw her mom. not that it mattered because she didn’t see her much in the first place, but her mother ended up remarrying suddenly became a family person, leaving thalia to feel extremely bitter

as all negative things did when it came to her father, the scandal blew over and the truth went unnoticed yet again

when it was time for her to go to college, her father basically told her now that she was an adult he did not care to see her much anymore. he said her trust fund was still in place and to not hurt his image, otherwise he would take it away, but he basically severed ties. this is why she decided to move away from her home in new york city and go somewhere she thought she could be more lowkey

she hates her parents, especially her father and wants to make her own money and stop relying on her trust fund, but she’s also too materialistic to give it up...rip

and here we have some quick words about her personality:

thalia is very closed off and has a hard time trusting people

she is not necessarily shy, but feels she is often misunderstood, which is one of the reasons she is never at the center of any social event and likes to hangout along the sidelines instead

thalia is always down to try new things, she is literally up for anything. she’s the type of person who gets bored easily, so she’s always seeking the next thrill

i would not say shes mean (she can be) but she just doesn’t have the most welcoming personality, and maybe she can come off as intimidating (that’s up to ur characters of course)

her view on the world is very negative, she’s most definitely a cynic

the party/manon incident:

thalia was at the party because she asked manon to wear one of her designs. due manon being extremely popular, thalia figured she could get more recognition as a designer by asking her to wear one of her designs

she attended the party to see how people were reacting to her dress, and also because she probably would have attended anyway

she wouldn’t have exactly considered manon a friend, but manon was one of the few people thalia didn’t mistrust, so when her dead body was discovered, thalia was definitely taken aback

thalia was definitely under the influence of something, so she probably doesnt remember that night all too well

when it came to the pact, thalia was quick to agree to it. her father’s one condition for her to keep her trust fund was to stay out of trouble. she knew he could probably have saved her from the mess, but she did not want to have to seek his help

she feels weird being apart of this pact, considering she probably doesn’t trust most of them, but she also didn’t know what else to do

plot ideas (if i remember i’ll strike them out when they get taken):

step siblings - either side of her family, her mom remarried and her dad definitely could have so i would looove step sibling plots. they can b on friendlier terms, or hate each other, literally anything would work

party buddies - this is pretty basic and self explanatory, but someone thalia can go out and have fun with. their friendship is most likely surface level, or prob started that way, but it’s possible they became deeper friends (maybe thalia opened up one day when she was most likely under the influence of something)

ex-fling - thalia is definitely the non-committal type so i doubt she would ever have an ex bf or gf, but it could still have been a serious un-labeled relationship, or just an ex fling. they could be on bad terms, good terms, still have feelings, not have feelings, u name it

unrequited crush -  ur character could have feelings for thalia, but being the way she is, she doesn’t feel them back. this could develop into thalia eventually having feelings for ur muse, or not, whatever we want! OR thalia could have a crush on someone who does not like her back. maybe they’re even more emotionally unavailable than she is, or they simply do not like her back. we could plot this out however

current fling/“friends” w benefits - someone she is currently seeing/sleeping with. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t. i put “friends” in parenthesis because she probably doesn’t have many friends

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension!!! they started out hating each other, but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. i think it would b cool if they kept it a secret, they don’t want anyone else to know. this could develop however we want

ex-friends - someone thalia used to consider a close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they hate each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

sibling-like friendship - someone thalia sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs

dynamic duo - could be thalia’s current best friend. i would say she probably doesn’t have many friends, but this person is prob one of the closest people to her and has actually managed to break down some of her walls

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be friends, but they get along and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they hate each other for whatever reason. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. i love a good enemies plot. they can just b nasty to each other!!! 

safe haven - *mini drug tw*  i did not know how to label this so i apologize for the name. but i think it would b cool if someone helped thalia out during a bad night. she typically saves herself from bad situations, but one day she couldn’t and luckily ur muse was there to help. maybe she drank too much or did too many drugs or mixed the two and ended up rly bad. either way, i would love for someone to have helped her from a tough time. she would probably feel really confused and guilty and like she owes them. maybe ur muse can manipulate her bc of it and make her do things bc she owes them, or maybe they genuinely had good intentions. i would also b down for a plot about thalia helping out someone else’s muse from a sticky situation!!

bad influence - i would loveeee for thalia to be a bad influence on someone. someone she can corrupt in a way, or just lead down a bad path akshkjhd and get them to try new, and not-so-good, things

good influence - someone to be a good influence on thalia. someone who brings out the best in her and tries to steer her down a better path

partner in crime - someone who does crazy, illegal shit w her. someone who is always down for the next adventure n they have crazy memories together

model/muse - someone who models thalia’s clothes. they could simply just be her model, or maybe they could also double as her muse, someone who inspires her best work. there can b romantic feelings there or it can b totally platonic !!!! but i think someone who models for her would be super fun

photographer - someone she partnered with to take pictures of her designs. it can be a strictly mutually beneficial business partnership, or maybe it spiraled into a sort of friendship where they bring out the best in each other (work wise) and stick together for their different projects.

childhood friends - someone who knew thalia when she grew up. maybe they knew about her weird home life, or maybe their friendship was set up by their parents. maybe they were just friends out of their own free will, but grew apart when they grew older. the possibilities are endless

roommates - they could be on good terms or bad terms. maybe thalia coming home at odd hours of the night doesnt sit well with your muse, or maybe they dont have an issue with it at all. maybe they are starting to get along and hangout more because of being roommates

tldr: thalia is an emotionally unavailable wealthy aspiring fashion designer who has issues with her parents and likes getting into trouble

[kimjoongs-main]

soulmate au - mark

↳ requested by: no one

↳ type: bullet scenario

↳ warning(s): angst...just....angst...please proceed w caution

↳ a/n: @ mark stans,,,,,,,,,,pls don’t come for me after reading this thanks i’m looking at you nic

you hated the soulmate system, you hated it for taking away your father, you hated the tattooed words on your wrist, you hated it all

you hated it so much that you even went to the length of covering up your tattoo whenever you went out in public, bc seeing the very last words your soulmate says before they die...it hurts to think about

especially considering the words your soulmate is going to say....it’s not exactly an easy thing to hear

and you’ve also heard of people who had blank wrists, meaning that they will never get to hear the last words their soulmate will say to them before they die...because they’ll die first

your father had a blank wrist, and the last thing he said to your mother before he passed was “i love you, take care of our child” ....and those were the exact words that were inked onto your mother’s smooth skin

you never told anyone what your tattoo said, not your mom, your other family members, and even your best friend mark

however, in your defense, mark never told you what his was either, so ig you could say you two were even

unlike you though, mark was really into the whole soulmate idea, he loved it!

the fact that there’s someone out there waiting for him and him only makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

and you, despite your utter resentment towards the idea of soulmates, you didn’t wanna make mark feel bad so you just kept your mouth shut

and that actually worked pretty well.....until you reached senior year that is....

the thing is,,,mark’s had this huge fat crush on you ever since the sixth grade when you played w him all the time at recess

he’s always wanted to tell you how he felt but was too scared of ruining your friendship if things didn’t turn out the way he wanted

mark knew you hated committment, for reasons he didn’t know of, and when he asked you just shrugged and said “i just don’t like committment, simple as that”

so he knew if he confessed, he’d lose his best friend, so he’d rather keep his feelings to himself

but like i said....that method worked up until senior yr

ahh yes, your last year of high school has finally come, and w graduation only a few months away, it was safe to say you and mark were busy bees

you two would go out on study dates pretty much every single day, and since you two got distracted easily, you guys made an agreement to hold each other accountable; whoever went off topic and got distracted first was to buy the other person dinner afterwards

and for the past few times, mark’s had the unfortunate displeasure of losing and that night wasn’t any different :’)

this time, mark decided to buy you sushi and you two ate in the back of his pick-up truck

it was rlly late at night so the weather was super chilly and you kept shivering, so mark, being the absolute gentlemen he is, takes off his hoodie and gives it to you

you reject it at first but then he’s like it’s fine i’m not cold, just take it he was totally freezing but whatever thanks mark

so you put his hoodie on and when you do, you get a whiff of his cologne and your heart just,,,,does this weird thing,,,where it skips a beat and you’re like wtf heart calm down there buddy—

once you two are finished eating, you both decide to chill for a bit before going home, and that consists of you two playing so music and having a deep conversation

deep convos w mark weren’t unusual, you always found yourself (whenever you two were alone) talking about serious topics w mark bc he was so easy to talk to?? and he never judged you so you could say what you wanted

however,,,the topic mark touched on tonight,,,made you slightly uncomfortable,,,

“y/n...i know you refuse to tell me about your tattoo, but i’m just curious as to why?” and he looks at you w that look on his face and you’re just like shit what am i supposed to do??

so you decide to throw the question back at him “you never told me the reason why you’re hiding your tattoo either ya know?”

and he laughs bc yah you’re right,,,,and then he shifts so that he’s directly facing you, and you gulp at the serious look on his face

“how about this..if i tell you the reason why i won’t show my tattoo, will you tell me yours?”

you gape at him, jaw dropping and eyes widening

one part of you was telling you to say no, but the other part, the curious part of you, was urging you to say yes...and you were always a curious person so you succumbed to it

you nodded meekly at his proposal and mark smiled, clearing his throat before he shifted closer to you and locked eyes, your heart skipping a beat again

from this close proximity, you could easily admire the tiny details of mark’s face, especially under the light of the moon; his long lashes, his perfectly sculpted cheekbones, his sparkling doe eyes, you could see it all

“well...i guess i should just come right out with it...please don’t freak out okay?” he then lifts up the sleeve of his thin sweater, revealing his wrist......which was perfectly clean, no black-inked words in sight

you gasp and mark smiles sadly, covering up his wrist once more

almost immediately, you recall the meaning of a blank wrist and your vision blurs w tears

bc this boy, mark lee, despite knowing the fact that he’ll die before he got to hear his soulmate’s last words, he was still in love w the idea of soulmates and thought they were beautiful

“at first i was scared when i found out what a blank wrist meant, but then as i thought more about it, i realized that...maybe it’s better that way? i know it sounds crazy, but since i have the blank wrist, then that means my soulmate doesn’t, and that means they’ll be able to hear my last words to them.”

you listened carefully as he explained, but you couldn’t help but say “...you’ll never get to hear what your soulmate’s last words are to you tho..”

“yeah you’re right about that, but it’s better than them not knowing my last words to them”

and he smiles sadly once more and your heart aches; mark lee, the one who’s destined to leave this earth, is still thinking of the people he’s leaving behind

you sniffle, which makes mark chuckle and he carefully reaches out and tugs you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rubbing your back

“hey don’t cry y/n, it’s okay. i promise you i won’t leave before you do”

and you start crying just a little bit harder, forgetting that it was now your turn to tell him about your tattoo

the days occuring after mark’s shocking revelation were surprisingly very normal

mark still kept his wrist hidden and so did you, and not once after that night did he ask you about your tattoo, which you were grateful for

and if you didn’t already hate the soulmate system, you absolutely detested it now

first your father and now your best friend? the universe rlly loves to fuck up people’s lives doesn’t it?

mark urges you not to treat him any differently bc that’s now what he wants but you can’t help it, knowing that any day your best friend could be taken from you any day now hurt so much

but mark, oh mark, as usual he put others feelings before his own and made it his goal to cheer you up whenever you were sad

he’d take you out for ice cream, or to the movies, or if you were in desperate need of cheering up, he’d even invite yukhei to tag along w you guys bc he never failed to bring a smile to your face

and you appreciated his efforts, you rlly did, but the idea that mark wasn’t gonna be around to do those things in the future absolutely broke your heart

you made sure to remind mark how much you lovee him, just in case, and he would just get this goofy grin on his and say “i know”

but one day,,,you were out with your mom and hadn’t seen mark once

while you were out at the mall, you received a phone call from mark and when you answered it, you could tell he was pouting

“y/n you didn’t tell me you loved me today i’m offended”, you start laughing and roll your eyes

“sorry sorry, i love you mark...there happy?”

you heard a muffled shuffling sound and giggled, mark probably nodded his head and realized you couldn’t actually see him “very, thank you”

there was a pause on the line before mark spoke again, however this time he spoke very quicky before hanging up, and you were barely able to catch his words”

“i love you too y/n”

then the line went dead and you stood there for a few minutes, confused

and that’s when you felt it

a sharp sting of heat spread all across your arm in instant, sending you into a state of shock

the pain was so excruciating that you fell onto your knees and let out a loud shriek

your mother immediately kneels down, panicked and afraid, and is about to ask you what’s wrong when she sees it

you’re clutching your wrist

her eyes then glance over at your phone beside you, mark’s contact name still displayed on the screen

connecting the dots, your mother’s heart drops as she gently reaches out and takes your arm, ignoring the scared look on your face, and pulls down the sleeve of your sweater

once your eyes focus on the five little words on your wrist, everything stops

the pain stops, your heart stops, time stops

bc there...written on your wrist in perfect, neat cursive, are the words i love you too, y/n

[forethan21]

18/12/2020

To me love isnt about staying in a relationship or dwelling on a feeling. Love to me is bending but not breaking to compromise. It is the kind where you know when to let go in hopes to trust for the best to come, the kind where you empathise, showing vulnerability and completely surrender. (Remember when Jesus died for us in the cross? Diba he gave his all, his everything just so we can live. That should be a standard in our lives. To choose someone who would do anything to just be with us without questioning our worth. Never settle for someone who gives half of their heart. Its all or nothing.) The kind that is mature. Love is what you do despite of what you feel. The kind that fights for the good of someone else even if they never see the value or sacrifice that you did. (Thats what Jesus did. He never complained when he was on the cross. All the pain and burden he endured bc he loves us. And look at us now not even recognising how amazing he is. We took it this life for granted- some of us are wasting it, choosing people for our own accord and pleasure. Im saying this in general im not hinting it on anyone, but if the shoes fits then..) The kind that demands temporary surrender of security, giving up familiar bad habits and patterns, giving unrewarded works and efforts. The kind that challenges you in so many ways. Love wasnt made to be comfortable. It was made to show change and growth.

Not gonna lie tho i loved you for you and everything youve done. Those memories are dear to me bc i knew you tried no matter how difficult it was to love me in some days. Kaya gusto ko lng magpasalamat dun. Likewise, something i learned recently was that we should never question someone elses love for us regardless if it was inadequate. Bc i realised we should be thankful for the amount of love and care we receive from any person out there. Family, friends, lovers. That itself should be enough. Its not up to us how much love they should give to make us feel satisfied. That wouldn’t be love. The greatest love you could ever receive should come from you and the Lord not from anybody else. So i just wanna tell you that i take back those times i questioned your love. Bc what you gave was already enough.

Im sorry i couldnt wait for you to change. Bc i realised if you knew how to love me the very first time I wouldnt need to tell you anything. I wouldnt feel hurt bc im rest assured that you love me enough to know what to do. It didnt feel mutual to me.

When u came bck with your letter idk it seemed like there was something missing. Committment and plans. Maybe i was hoping that youd take me back but i guess it was the opposite. And maybe that was your answer after all. To tell me that you arent staying. I hope next time you go into a relationship po, you dont assume the worst. You dont jump into conclusions when it gets tough. Bc like anything can change if youre willing to do it. You need to trust the the other side will stay. It was the way your mindset was so fixed on the idea that I will leave. That i was making excuses. Ndi pow. I jst have standards. Oo tao ka lng, you make mistakes but how do i know tht youre not gonna make the same mistake again? Im jst protecting my heart po. I guess i dont wanna experience the same trauma again.

I hope someday na you will learn to see the good in people regardless if they did u wrong pow. (idk lng ha pero I dont think youve moved on sa ex mo pow. I feel like you havent fully forgiven her and accepted what has happened. I know it hurts to know that they betrayed you like that but your worth is not defined by them po. You did your best po and if she did not recognised that then thats her loss. This is partly what keeps u holding bck. Bc u didnt get closure. I hope you reflect on that and find the closure that you need po. Dont tell me you dont need one bc i know deep in your heart that it still hurts. Like bruh the fact na sure na sure ka na sa kanya u were ready to put a ring on her finger. You were hopeful and certain. I think it was meant to happen to test you both in your worst. You had your mistakes. She had hers. Dont you think you should close tht chapter of your life before starting a new one? Or more importantly, dont you think you deserve peace? Ill leave you to think bout tht). I wasnt trying to find something wrong jst to let you go. If i did i wouldnt put myself in a situation where I will lose my friends po.

Ethan i understand you. I understand your fear of giving too much to someone who youre unsure of and thats fine. But you need to accept the consequences of your mistakes. You need to take responsibility of it and what you couldve done to fix it. (Reflection is very important.) Youre not wrong for not knowing that but again you need to reflect in every situation in your life. It doesnt matter if you were right or wrong. Its important to do this bc the next time it will happen to you, you will know what to do. reflecting really helps you to step back and understand yourself, other people and the surroundings. It helps with analysing your own feelings, emotions and as well as understanding the depth of your own thinking. You need to consider other people’s feelings too. Understand their point of view and why they did things that way. 

I told you yesterday that what happened in the past does not define you. You may have done them so wrong but i hope your realise youre not in debt to them. I remember your story about what you did to the girl. Yung trauma mo sa kanya you gotta let it go pow. You dont need to blame yourself every day for something that youve no control of. You did it out of anger. and she threatened you bc she has her personal issues as well. She was showing wat kind of person she was. It does not put a label on u. So far as I know you havent apologised to urself for what had happened and u havent forgiven her for what shes done. Whenever youre mad po dont let your emotions get the best of you. Give space and time. Step back from the situation and reflect. count to ten and reorganise your thoughts and feelings. What happened? what made me feel that way? what can i do to fix this? 

The way i see it lng ha pero it felt like youre pitying yourself. And i want o reassure you that i recognised all you did to keep this relationship. The fights where you communicated with me, the times where you waited for me to explain, the support you give, and how you made me happy each single day. What youve done until this day is enough. I cant emphasise it enough. Ndi ko yun binalewala lahat. I saw your effort. Thats why i fought for u. Bc alam ko ndi ka ganun na tao. Kc alam ko na they have perceived you wrong. I saw the good in you. I saw that youre worthy of change. Everyone does pow. That was the purpose of it all.

But ldr is frickin hard. Being in a relationship is difficult enough let along ldr. Jst thinking about the amount of trust u hav for ur partner dang.. you need to fully invest on trust yo. How to overcome and resolve issues esp if theyre like me haha. Its hard for sure to do tht kc even ako may trust issues but it is possible. But as of now theres many areas in your life that you need to fix alone. Im not saying that im right ha. I could be wrong in so many areas about you that idk of but this is based on knowing you for months. im not saying you have a problem internally cuz we all have problems po What im saying is that there are some things we need to learn from others as well. Its a matter of listening and comprehending what theyre tryna relay and teach u.

Also asking for help isnt a weakness. (Idk but i cud feel you were mad that I reached out to your mother. Bro i know na kaya mo nman maging independent and i know na ayaw mo lng maburden yung parents mo with your problems on top of theirs but its gud that alam din nla ang anak nla is struggling and needs emotional support.) Its realising that we are deserving to feel and be emotionally supported. so dont ever feel bad for reaching out and admitting that youre struggling. after all were only human.

Though i never said anything i lowkey promised that I would not give up on you (sinsabi ko sa sarili ko to) bc i wanted to show you what its like for someone to stay. You told me about your past and struggles and i did everything i can for that not to happen again. You told me what broke your heart and I nver wanted you to feel anything like that in the relationship. More like i ensured that my intentions for you are pure. But somewhere along the way i came to realise that we both need to grow seperately. Not bc i gave up on you but bc i decided to think about myself and what i needed. I dont wanna text you and talk to u bc i respect you that much to know that this isnt the right time for both of us.

Being the way i am right now is for the best. Were both healing and getting the peace we need. God knows what Hes doing with us and i keep you in my prayers at night. Maybe someday down the line well meet again, at the right time. God will decide tht for us but for now ill be supportive of you in the silence. I dont wanna be civil cuz i know itll jst hurt you more esp since you have strong feelings for me. Dont worry my love for you will remain unconditional. But one thing i cant promise tho is that idk if my love for u will stay. We dont know what the future will bring. We may find our happiness in diff places. We may find it together. But all i know is i trust God to dictate my life. Thank you Ethan. Kahit paano i felt your unconditional love din. You can text me anytime if you need anything. Ill be here nman pow.

[thelucyverse]

WIP! First meeting T.G. & Irene

Featuring: immortality!, disturbed!Assistant(Kate), background Johnlock, ace!Sherlock, bi!Watson, bi!Irene and a-little-terror!theGirl

Part 1

"I'm interested in what you are doing here!" the girl said. She couldn't have been older than twelve.

Irene raised an eyebrow.

"Well, not the sex stuff necessarily- more the blackmail! That sounds like a fun game!"

A game? "So Holmes did send you, then" Irene said, annoyed. "Get out, this isn't a place for a kid. If he wants to talk to me, he can do it himself."

"Holmes? Which Holmes do you mean?" the girl said with a cheeky grin. "And I'm not a normal kid, don't worry."

Hear sherlock in front of door- I nods for A to open- sherlock confused stands up straight from where he was looking at the ??peephole, pastor uniform in place, black eye... - Now, there you are - sherlock confused by chaos in front of him--- John muss auch iwann auftauchen - what's the kid doing here? - talk about not a normal kid, should let me join the operation... What would you say if I told you I've already seen it all? Just that you've shite parents. - Ugh, well, looks like I've got to tell you my real age after all. Real age? What, are you secretly twenty? Naw actually immortals and millenia old. Ok, kid... --Wann?? @ sherlock work with Q sometimes - what? So could ask him to confirm your story? - Uh, not sure exactly who knows the real story and who just thinks I'm a random kid running around mi6... Then again, what must they be thinking at a random kid running around mi6? -... Sherlock: Ok I'm ready to believe you (John looks like he's gone nuts, irene like she doesn't believe that he believes It), yes that's the reaction I like! And can prove it- don't want to do this when Noone believes me at all because they tend to call the cops or something... Irene: What are you going to do? Thought you just (xy, not able to committ suicide, Girl must have explained immortality properly before)? - Well, yes, not able to want to committ suicide and so won't disable the stuff that makes me unable to die, (bc that's how most 'immortals' die in the end), but still have safety mechanisms that make me immortal in the first place! Look- A: she's gonna do something to herself! Girl: oh for godssake-makw sure she doesn't call the cops, yeah?- slits her throat, slowly disappears, five year old girl popsup again, looks at them confused, shakes herself and grows a little, shakes herself again until age she wad before, grinns. Hi! That did happen just now, did it? Assistant faints. Irene groans. You owe me an assistant! She growls, not ready to as much as think about what just happened.

John: did you- did you see that?! Tg: yes do you believe me now- John, ignoring her, accusingly pointing at Irene: is this some kind of haunted house, is this supposed to be a joke?? The girl groans: ugh, the failings of the 21st century! Really! The middle ages are annoying, too, where everyone just shouts with and puts me at the stake to see if I'm gonna burn and of course I do burn, I just pop up again, if I'm lucky a few metres to the left... But now it's all It's not real! I'm on drugs! It's photoshopped! Sherlock: I believe you. John: why are you not freaked out?? Sherlock: I'm just adding it to my [weltbild] as we speak. Irene pinches her nose and toes at her assistant, who groans and sits up, sees the girl and squeaks. Irene gives the girl a Look. You really do owe me a functioning assistant. The girl laughs. Oh, she'll get used to it and be OK again. That is if she wants to get used to it, I'm not going to /force/ anyone to remember what they don't want to remember... Bends down. Do you want to just forget what happened here? Forceful nodding. Oh well... Holds hand up in front of her, pointer, middle and ring finger stretched out, and A gets a blank look and stands up. Irene: fucking hell, what did you do now? John: language! Irene snorts. Girl: just made her forget... Maybe best if she went home for today before I have to do it again. Irene nods. You can go home. Then stares at the girl: not what I meant when I said to give me a functioning assistant! Now I can't even talk about this shitshow with her? Girl shrugs. She didn't want to remember... And hey! If you want a new assistant- my offer still stands!

Irene groans. John: you- you won't let the /kid/ work- /here/? Irene: that's what I said earlier. But she's not a real kid, is she. Gives her a calculating look. John: kid, why do you even want to... Girl: she's great at blackmail, and that sounds like great fun! J: Oh, so you're like, an /evil/ immortal child? G: Evil?? Never! Booores and without an all that fixed moral compass, though...

Irene looks at the scene in front of her. Today had been supposed to go very differently. She had expected chaos, sure, but /definitely/ not that kind.

"I need a fuck".

She surprises herself by saying it out loud, but it's true, and now that she said it, she's looking at the two men in front of her appraisingly.

"I am not interested in that." Sherlock Holmes says coldly, still with that far away look on his face that indicates he's trying to fit the possibility of immortals and magic in with all his other memories in his mind palace.

"No? Not at all? And here I thought you and your pet doctor..." she looks over at John Watson, who huffs.

"Sherlock just isn't interested in sex, that doesn't mean..."

"But you are." she leers at him. She does not often have sex, her job showing her all the things she doesn't like about people in the first place, but sometimes she does grave it, and now that this little terror got rid of Kate for her, she needs someone new.

Meanwhile, the girl has wandered over to her office, uninterested by their discussion. Irene tries not to think about all the things she could do in there. It's not like she has the power to stop her.

John: "I- no! I mean, yes, but I'm with Sherlock, and I don't need- I'm perfectly fine on my own-"

"Oh, I'm sure you /could/ go your entire life without sex if Sherlock didn't like the idea of it... Honestly, though, I don't think he would care." she tilts her head at the detective, and he snaps out of his mind palace.

"If I get to be there, I don't care." he agrees.

She lifts an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't interested?"

"I thought you were a lesbian" he counters.

"bisexual" she corrects him.

John groans. "He'll just try to see it as an- experiment, or something, I promise you that won't be a very nice experience-"

"Oh, I bet I can make you come despite it." she grins, shark-like.

The girl wanders back into the hallway, a list of Irene's clients in her hands. "If I find you two more people you can blackmail, are you going to let me work with you?"

Irene sighs. "Sure, why the fuck not."

"Oh and by the way, the CIA is going to be here in a bit" the girl says. "But I called one of my MI6 friends to help get rid of them, I just need to look a bit different then, she doesn't know that I'm not just an uber-intelligent little girl...

Irene nods. She hasn't felt this exhausted in, ever, really. "If you can make sure we won't be disturbed for the next two hours, you're hired" she says over her shoulder, dragging John upstairs, Sherlock following behind.

The little girl whoops. Irene suddenly realises something and turns back around.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"Oh, I have many" she grins a shit-eating grin. "You can call me The Girl."

"..."

"I'm not calling you that. /I'm/ 'The Woman', and you can still call me Irene, or Miss Adler. I'm not calling you the girl. We'll have to think of something better than that."

The Girl shrugs. "Fine by me" she tilts her head, listening to something outside. "You might wanna disappear now..."

Irene drags the men into one of the bedroom and closes the door, trying not to think about the fact that she is trusting what now looks like a ten-year-old kid to take care of the CIA Agents bursting through the front door.