#no not rly i love writing dearly

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

why does porn take so long to write it's not that complicated i should be able to bang this out in half an hour no pun intended but noooo if i want to be safe sane and sexy i gotta be here for three weeks and 7K words (and counting)

[samyanggs]

“I’ve rejected affection.. for years & years..”

Prompt:buddha, thor, jack and some other character telling Reader theyre pretty After Reader has rejected affection for years b4 Meeting them ans They don’t know how to respond so they just say that he(thor, buddha, jack and some other) that Theyre pretty too?

Characters are slightly ooc sorry for that, they/them or you for reader (mostly you), the “some other character” will be revealed for you to see later (this is rly js an excuse so I can figure out who to write) requests are open and please tell me someone gets the song reference in the title I think I’m smart for it 😭 my first time writing thor so sorry for ooc

Warnings: non other than obvious favoritism (from me)

Buddha

Buddha didn’t get why you seemed so confused over affection. He figured someone as nice, kind and cool as you would be used to affection. He soon found out why you were confused about affection later once you had opened up to him and ever since then he’s been showering you in affection. He found your reactions cute whenever he complimented you or showed you any type of affection. This time was no different than all those other times. He enjoyed teasing you about your confusion a lot. “You’re pretty.. you know that?” He said, a hand stroking your hair while you both were cuddling. He looked down at you on his chest expectantly. He loved seeing your reactions whenever he complimented you, it was adorable. Though he wouldn’t say that out loud.. not until you get comfortable and used to the affection he gave you. You however, reacted the same like you always did, confused on how to respond and blushing. “You’re pretty too..?” You responded unsure of what to say. His eyes widened slightly. Out of all the things he thought you would say he never thought that would’ve been your answer. Snapping back to reality, he grinned, “thanks” he said pulling you closer to him.

Thor

He may be a stoic person, always bored and uninterested but there’s a reason why he chose you to partner with. And that’s because he loved you, truly. He was happy when you guys finally got together. However the both of you were not good with affection. Thor decided that they were going to shower you with affection every time he could, after you told him about why you weren’t used to affection or knew how to show affection, after all he was your partner. Who would he be if he didn’t at least try to show and shower you with affection. This day wasn’t that different, you and him were peacefully doing your own thing while close to each other, silent but calm and pleasant. You were both often liked basking in each others presence rather than going on a date. “You’re quite pretty.. don’t you think?” He said breaking the silence looking up from his book to look at you. He watched as you froze, unsure on what to say or do. He watched as your face became tinted with pink. He huffed out a small, silent chuckle. You looked up at him looking at him in the eyes. “You’re quite pretty as well..?” You said confused and unsure about what to say or do in this situation. Thor, however, felt blood rushing to his face, tinting his normally pale skin a tint of pink. He mumbled out a thanks and got back to reading his book, flustered. You chuckled at his reaction before going back to what you were doing.

Jack The Ripper

Jack wasn’t bothered by your lack of affection. In fact he asked you about it and asked if you were okay with it. He sat you both down for tea and asked you about it. He partnered with you for a reason, he held you dearly in his heart. Whenever he complimented you, your colour showed one of discomfort and confusion. He didn’t want you to leave him, so he did what he thought was right. Asking you about it and making your boundaries clear for him to follow. He disliked the colour of discomfort on you. It certainly didn’t look nice on you. However, once you told him why exactly you didn’t know how to respond or react to his affection., he understood and tried his best to make you as comfortable as he could manage. He showered you with attention and affection everyday since that day, hoping that once he complimented you enough, you’d get used to the affection and wouldn’t have that colour on you again. Today wasn’t any different than the other days. “You’re rather pretty don’t you think dear?” He said, while he combed your hair. He enjoyed times like this because he could get close to you and you both could spend time together. He must admit he’s rather clingy.. but that hasn’t been a problem for either of you rather enjoying it. He combed through your hair while looking at your face. He felt you tense as a colour of embarrassment and confusion washed over you. he smiled softly, treading through your hair with the hairbrush waiting for you to relax. “I think you’re rather pretty too..?” You admitted softly, unsure of what to say but saying what you said truthfully. He stopped brushing your hair to look at you fully. He didn’t expect that from you.. but he’ll still treasure it in his heart. He continued brushing your hair smiling softly. “Thank you, dear” he said, putting the comb down. “I’m done now” he said, you hummed in response. Getting up and giving him a kiss on the cheek before leaving towards the kitchen to prepare some tea for the two of you leaving a flustered Jack in your shared bedroom.

Sasaki Kojiro

Surprise its Sasaki it’s my first time writing him too, sorry for ooc!

He helped you get comfortable and used to receiving affection after you told him about your past and why you weren’t sure on how to react to receiving affection from others or knowing how to show affection to others. He taught and helped you get used to showing and receiving affection. He told you everything you needed to know about showing affection. Due to you being unused to showing affection it took a while but sooner or later you got used to it. Not only that but you were also clingy, always being close or near Sasaki made you happy and who was he to ruin that? He loved showing you affection. While you two were together, you watching him train and him training, he always made sure you had everything you needed. “You know. You’re very pretty” he said in the middle of training. You were surprised. You didn’t expect him to say such a thing at a time like this.. but it was him anyways the man who beat Poseidon. He continued training unfazed by what he just said. You didn’t know if he thought he said it to himself or if he meant for you to hear it. “You’re pretty too..” you muttered, mostly to yourself but he heard it which was expected, you were looking out the window unaware on how Sasaki had stopped training. And was now looking at you, a light tint of pink colouring his face. “Thank you” he said softly before going back to training, flustered and shocked. You looked at him before chuckling a little going back to what you were doing.

[yenonnoff]

ೃ⁀➷ from beginning to end | (day)

synopsis: peaceful days on the alcor with kazuha and his lovely significant other.

content: established relationship, fluff, comfort, kazuha just loves the reader; wanderer's part is a parallel version to this <3

note: this was completely written and dedicated to @kqbukimono (may)!!! it's a crime to subject kazuha to any pain. this is for all the times when ure genuinely rly nice and funny ᐢᗜᐢ hope u enjoy!!

the wanderer's love (wanderer) | from beginning to end

to kazuha, loving you was like a breath of fresh air. it was a walk through pretty gardens of cecilias and scenic views. your touch, your gaze, your presence—everything about you made things idyllic, and kazuha loved you dearly. 

he was stuck in a cycle of stagnation before you joined the crux. it was the same routine everyday: relax on the ship, have writer’s block, deal with beidou and the crew’s shenanigans, and so on. you were the gentle breeze that moved things along, at least with you this routine was bearable. 

kazuha was a man of placidity, he was also a man with a zeal for adventure and stories… he was also hopelessly in love with you—the combination of everything he treasured and more. 

mornings on the ship were mostly peaceful: kazuha could be found right by your side, always sharing meals together while he told you stories and haikus (you had reignited his motivation to write). 

afternoons were even better when beidou would anchor the ship and head into town. sometimes you stayed together; other times, you went separate ways, coming back with a million things to tell one another. he’d listen softly as you spoke, humming in response or making a comment that was often accompanied with blissful laughter. 

he could never get tired of this: conversing about nonsense that effortlessly filled him with love and admiration. he was comfortable with you, drunk on the way you understood one another. you consumed his writing and his thoughts. everything kazuha wrote overflowed with compassion, each word painting a precious memory. 

however, he found it difficult to write about you specifically. no amount of metaphors or similes, pretty diction or imagery could ever fully depict your grace and splendor. he’d struggle and feel dissatisfied. still, kazuha tries again everyday, realizing new things just by spending time with you. 

nights on the alcor consisted of inane celebrations and drinking contests. asinine rambling would fill the ship as platters of food scattered across the deck. there was no escaping beidou and her crew’s drunken mischief so the two of you would often sit side by side and enjoy a drink. you’d only excuse yourself when the night breeze got too chilly and your lover’s warmth could no longer blanket you. 

nights always ended with a kiss and the whistling of ocean waves. the two of you would slumber until a new day started, this time more unexpected and spontaneous than the last. that was just how life was with you, and kazuha wouldn’t trade it for any treasure on teyvat. 

he slept soundly every night knowing you were by his side; he slept knowing he was the luckiest man ever.

when the sun rises again, kazuha will wake with gratitude and affection coating his heart. the two of you will have all the time in the world to go on adventures and converse about trivial matters. he’ll have all the time to say, “i love you,” over and over again.

[livingddeadgirlrl]

Shiu & Toji x reader smut

(cw: belly bulge, spit roasting, idk just rly horny.)

hello, i want to get into smut writing so… first attempt. my pussy wrote this, not me. just imagining being sandwiched between these two himbos. meeeeeeooww. anyways let's get on with it. (i didn’t proofread it so sorry if there’s inconsistencies…)

you were about to go out for a drink, getting all dolled up, delicately placing strokes of eyeliner on your eyelids while looking in the mirror. you tied your sleek black hair back, reaching down to the middle of your back. you gazed at yourself in the mirror for a few long seconds, checking your makeup, making sure it was just how you liked it and how you always did it—rosy blush on the high points of your cheeks, dark gray eyeshadow contrasting with your fair skin, thick wings of eyeliner, making your eyes appear cat-like, and dark red lipstick covering your plump red lips. it all appeared so perfect right now, and nothing could ruin it…

you dressed yourself in a long black dress, with thin straps, so thin that a simple tug could snap them off completely. the dress was soft to the touch and dangerously form fitting, highlighting your figure. you were slim, just above the average female height, with curves that appeared so delicate and fragile, your waist curving in and back out again to meet your perfect hips. you walked over to the mirror in your bedroom, straightening out the creases in the dress while simultaneously scanning your own appearance. you remembered why you loved this dress so dearly—the way it hugged your sizable breasts, so soft and glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom. the way the material curved along with your ass—it was all too good. you let your hair out of the tie, letting it cascade around your shoulders and drape in front of your breasts, like it was framing them flawlessly. you strapped on your black high heels one at a time, leaning on the edge of your bed for support when you heard your phone vibrating on your nightstand. you walk over to check who was calling at such a perfect time, hoping it was nothing too important. you leaned over the phone and sighed deeply. “fuck.”

“what do you need?’ you hissed through the phone. “easy, now. there’s a job. it's too much for toji to do on his own, so we need you to accompany us. i sent the driver over. see you soon” they replied. you groaned, desperately wanting someone, anyone to save you. you thought of skipping out on it, simply sending the driver home, but the thought of the abundance of money you could make from this job taunted you. you grumbled under your breath, grabbing your bag full of the tools you would need. you waited at your door, hoping at least the driver would arrive soon to offer some refuge from the cold that was forcing your skin to prick up. you spotted a pair of headlights in the dark, illuminating the dark street that your apartment rested on. the sleek black car pulled up to the front, and you advanced towards it. you opened the back door, slid into the seat, and nodded to the driver. once you shut the door, the car began its journey to the place you dreaded so dearly.

after a drive that felt so drawn out, the car arrived at the building. from the outside, it seemed as though it was simply one of the several corporate buildings within the city, but this was a facade. the driver opened the door for you, escorted you to the sliding automatic doors at the front, and left. you walked to the elevator, your finger automatically pressing the button to the thirteenth floor out of habit. you tapped impatiently on your now crossed arms, your dark red nails creating soft pelting noises on your skin. the doors finally opened, and you walked out to the lobby of the thirteenth floor, your heels clicking on the cold floor. your body habitually made its way to the office you were oh so familiar with, slightly inhaling before your fingers wrapped around the cold handle, opening the door.

“there she is…” shiu exclaimed. he was seated at the large office table, at the very end. toji was seated next to him, with one empty chair in between the two, painfully muscular arms folded over each other. the room was dimly lit, adding to the secretive ambience. “hello shiu.. toji.” you replied, sounding intensely disinterested. “come sit. we were just about to go over the details.” you walked over, hips swaying slightly, as they naturally did. you sat down in the empty chair between them, obviously left vacant for your ass. you felt their eyes intensely roaming over you and your body, contributing to your frustration. “this better be important.” you muttered. your voice was always immediately identifiable—so smooth, slightly deeper, and very womanly, not like a young girl's. “come on… already so angry? what’s the matter...” shiu said playfully, while toji stayed silent. typical. you didn’t reply, the frustration already growing in your core. “why don’t we play nice today, huh?” he added. “god. this is why i fucking hate working with you both.” you snapped in return. “toji… she’s extra feisty today… think we should do something to fix that…?” shiu’s words rolled off of his tongue so seductively. “she deserves a lesson. always coming to our meetings fuckin pissed off… so annoying.” toji muttered out. you were clearly fuming now, trying to hold your tongue. you wanted to snap at both of these men, but you knew it wasn’t the wisest choice. after all, they always towered over you. their bodies so muscular and thick compared to yours, although you had some of your own. shiu’s fingers danced over the material of your dress, tracing circles on your thigh. you crossed your arms, hinting that you were not in the mood. toji’ s rough and large hands also began to creep towards your thighs, as you shifted in your chair. his hand, now enveloping your thigh, massaged it lightly. “jesus christ. can’t go one fucking mission without getting so horny?” you hissed. “come on y/n… you know you always enjoy it… when are you going to stop fighting it…” toji whispered out in a low voice. this was beginning to become a common occurrence. these men lured you in with a “mission,” only for you to end up in these positions. you were always tempted by the money that would come with the job, but it never showed. all these “meetings” would offer you were bruises and bite marks littered all over your delicate skin. you were naive in that aspect, so easily fooled.

you didn’t give in to their seductions at first, letting them satisfy themselves by attempting to get under your skin with all of their teasing. but after their hands roamed your thighs for several minutes too long, your body went against you. it was your worst enemy. always falling weak to their actions, even when your mind wanted to fight it. your dress was now scrunched up to your hips, your black lace thong now visible. “y/n… if you hate this so much… then why are you wearing these…” shiu whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes lightly. “i was about to go out before you called me here.” shiu and toji both let out a low chuckle to your response, not believing your words one bit. “mhm… and that’s why you’re already so wet too, huh?” toji said in a low voice mixed with a growl. “shut up..” you mumbled. “keep up with this tough guy act of yours and we won’t let you cum this time, brat.” toji snapped back at you. you groaned in response. you were always annoyed when they did this, but the least they could do was let you cum. toji’s big fingers tugged at the lining of your underwear that was covering your slit, pulling it to the side. you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm, as you knew they could both see how slick your folds now were. “fuckin slut” toji muttered. without any warning, he pressed one of his large fingers all the way inside your cunt, causing you to yelp out. “shhh… just relax…” shiu whispered in your ear, brushing your hair to the side and now littering kisses down your neck. toji’s finger moved around, attempting to stretch out your tight and gummy walls. he pressed another finger in harshly, and you gripped onto his forearm as you whimpered. “f-fuck… go easy…” you said under your breath. “no way. slutty little pussy of yours deserves to be punished.” toji said. shiu kept kissing your neck, tongue lapping at your skin as his fingers now tugged at the straps of your dress, pulling them down ever so slowly. he trailed kisses down to your collarbone, finally slipping your dress past your breasts, letting it rest on your ribs. he stared hungrily at your breasts, which were not covered in the usual bra you wore. the dress didn’t need a bra, you thought, so you never wore one with it. toji’s fingers began to pump in and out of your cunt, his fingers covered in your essence now. shiu’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples, as his fingers brushed over the other, tracing light circles around it. his tongue lapped over your nipple, as his breathing grew heavier. toji’s pace quickened, your pussy now making squelching sounds. a soft moan escaped your lips, lacing your fingers through shiu’s hair as his tongue traced circles around your nipple, the bulge in his pants now becoming unbearable. toji’s erection was also now visible through his pants, and your eyes trailed towards it. you hated this. hated how easily you melted into their touch, how their fingers remembered the exact spots to reach that made your panties pool with your wetness. how your body squirmed under their rough touches. toji’s fingers pumped in and out even faster, causing your grip on his arm to tighten and your legs to twitch slightly. your mouth hung open, your dark red lips parted. shiu took this opportunity to place a passionate kiss on your lips, his hands massaging your tits. toji’s fingers curled up into that perfect spot, causing you to moan into the kiss that shiu planted on your lips. his pace never faltered, your body writhing and shaking in that god awful desk chair. you had to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, mewls escaping your lips as your back arched. toji looked up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure with a devilish smirk on his face. shiu’s lips went back to your nipple, sucking harder this time, adding to the pressure that was building in your stomach. his other hand traveled up your neck, lightly holding it, yet not fully choking you. toji pumped his fingers harder, and the coil in your stomach was about to snap. (go to my other post for the rest)

[xxfangirl365xx]

STORY TIME

first time I listened to MCR and got hooked.

I had heard MCR b4 but only "welcome to the black parade" and "Teenagers" but honestly never liked either song much, so I never gave MCR much of a chance believe it or not.

it was 2022 when I listened like...RLY listened for the first time.

I was in the car with my mom and she went into a store and left me in the car for a few mins. I turned on my local "alt" radio station in the car and heard the tail end of a song. it was BEAUTIFUL! My jaw was literally dropped. like not even exaggerating. The only words I heard from the last 45 seconds were "so long and good night"

I ran home and googled in youtube

"so long and goodnight song"

and the Helena MV showed up and I watched it and listened to the song in full.I must have listened to it like 90 times that day. The vid was SOOO beautiful and well done I was shook to my core and the aesthetic totally fit my vibe and I was hooked from then on out.

Then I listened to the ghost of you,I'm not ok, and I don't love you quickly after that. That was all I listened too for a while and didn't get into the lore but I RLY liked them. the vibe was 100%

Later that year in English class while writing I put a playlist on youtube with sad mcr songs (cause it was winter and I was writing a angsty piece lmao) and this rly got me into their other songs and not just the popular ones

shout-out to this youtuber for putting me on, I listened to this combo like 4 times a day for 2 months.

But yeah, then I got into the lore, and other songs, and I bought my first piece of merch.

this shirt which is in rough shape now cause I wore it every time if came out of the dryer lol. There r pics of me in it in my high school yearbook haha.

Anyways, then I got into the lore and the guys and every album and song. And that's my lil story of how I got hooked on MCR and I love them so so much.

I have to say, there r the people who listen to mcr and the people who listen to mcr. Yall r def the second and so am I. I am so grateful to have this amazing band around in my lifetime to experience the amazing music. Gerard and the guys are such creative people, with brains that seem to work like mine, and it's so comforting to know that there are people out there who understand me. People who have the same crazy imaginations as me, the same fantasies and creative motives and theatrical and over the top visions. It's just so wonderful.

anyways thank u for letting me share with u all. I also love u all dearly and I'm so so happy to have a platform to share in these experiences with everyone and make new friends <3

[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

Okay! Thank you! 😭

I’d really like to know how finrod acts when hes in love with reader or has a massive crush on reader, like Headcanons for that situation or maybe like a fic where he gets all happy and giddy when reader is in the room, how he always tries to stick by readers side and always tries to spend more time with them, always praising them, slowly confessing his love in different ways.. (not nsfw!)

Thats all!

Thank you! (Again)!😭💖💖

*I rly hope this made sense cuz English isn’t my first language*

makes perfect sense and I love this request. its my first time writing Finrod and honestly Im so in love right now. this is just part one but there will be a part two coming :) i hope you like it

By The Sea - Finrod x Reader (Pt. 1)

Finrod finds more than he expected when taking a long holiday to his mothers home in Alqualondë.

A/N: for certain ..... purposes ..... making finrod do they same thing I do when im nervous, i went ahead and gave him his fathers rings

Finrod wanted to be sure that his name was at the top of the list to petition for the new project you proposed to be approved. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what the project was; all he knew was that it had something to do with ship construction and the royal family, and if his name in black ink was enough to keep you around, then write away he would.

It did not, in fact, keep you around. Finrod wasn’t sure why he thought it would. You were, after all, an architect, and visits to the royal court in the great hall were likely few and far between. After about a week and a half since the proposal–when he first was enamored with you, Finrod decided that he needed to do something.

“I have never heard a bigger lie,” said Artanis coolly.

Finrod shrugged. “It’s the truth,” he said, “They never gave directions to the worksite.”

Artanis sighed. “Why do you need to know anyways?”

“I have been tasked with checking up on the progress for the foundations of the project.”

Artanis cut her eyes. She didn’t believe him, but directed him to the worksite nonetheless.

Finrod went north for hours upon hours, it seemed; it was not even one hour. He could hear the wind cut through the fabric of the tents and the waves crash onto the rocky shores. The closer he got, the harder it was for him to think of something to say to you. He could call out your name, but then decided that would be too casual. Besides, you might think it strange that he held on so dearly to your name after a meeting so brief one couldn’t even call it a real meeting. He could introduce himself, but what would he say after that? 

“Hello,” came a rich voice, and Finrod realized that deep in his thoughts he stumbled right upon you.

His clothes felt hot and his ring felt tight around his finger. He wondered if his hair had turned to frizz, as it tended to do with all the sea salt in the air. It was all he could do not to stutter.

“Hello,” he replied, “I am Finrod of the house of Finarfin.”

A moment passed.

“I know who you are,” you said. He wondered if you meant to be so harsh until you spoke again, voice softened, “What can I help you with?”

Finrod swallowed. “I have been tasked with checking on the progress on the foundations of the project,” he said. The lie barely slipped through his teeth.

“Really?” you said with a polite smile and twitching eyebrows that betrayed your confusion to the golden-haired prince, “They sent someone out two days ago.”

“Ahh,” Finrod said quietly, “Well there must have been some confusion.” 

“I see.”

The silence was tangible. You swallowed. You remembered who he was–Findaráto Ingoldo, firstborn of the crown prince of the Falmari–how could you forget? You’d been dreaming of him since you’d seen him last Tuesday, but now that he was here, all those clever, witty things you said to him as you dreamed of meeting properly seemed to have left you.

Finrod watched your eyes dance to the scene behind him–when they were not glued to the opening of his shirt collar–and wondered what you were thinking about. It was probably the project at hand; but could it be him, as little as you were acquainted? Finrod had taken everything, however little it may be, you gave him when he saw you first last Tuesday and ran with it. You had not left his thoughts. 

It occurred to him after a moment of awkward staring that maybe the conversation was over–the silence had gone on awkwardly long. He tried to think of something–anything–to say. Nothing came.

“Well, then,” he said, “I’d better get going. I’ll leave you to it; again I apologize for the confusion. I hope I have not disturbed your work.”

He didn’t want to leave.

“Not at all,” you said, too quickly for your liking, “You can stay as long as you like.”

You didn’t want him to leave. 

He gave you a nod, and you cutsied before he turned to go. You turned back to your workbench, half disappointed that he left so soon and half excited that he came. You let out a shaky breath.

“In that case,” came the voice that you hopelessly couldn’t get enough of, “You wouldn’t mind if I stayed, would you? I would very much like to see the ‘hands-on’ aspect of this process.” 

You turned and tried to hide the excitement in your eyes. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Finrod blushed. You drank in the sight. If the pink that spread across his cheeks was the last thing you ever saw, you’d be content.

***

“He is perfect in every way,” you said to Earwen, who, to your surprise, decided to take the weaving of the sails upon herself. You hadn’t expected the daughter of the king to engage so closely with the project, but, you supposed, if it was her talent and passion, so why not? 

“I cannot get enough of him. I hope he never stops visiting me.”

Earwen smiled, “Will he visit for the celebration?”

“Of course, Your Highness” you said confidently, “He is the son of the crown prince! He wouldn’t miss it.”

Finrod was royalty, yes, but deep down you knew he’d come even if he wasn’t. Months of sitting in silence with two pairs of feet dangling in the salty water and choosing cold bread over a hearty dinner fit for a prince told you that even if you were dismissed from the project and cast to the jagged cliffs and treacherous temperament of the sea to the north, Finrod would come for you.

The door creaked open to reveal none other than Finrod himself.

“Fi–my prince,” you said politely, forgoing first-name use in mind of the royalty next to you.

Finrod didn’t seem to care. “There you are!” He said, “I have been looking for you. The eggs on the rocks by the lower dock have hatched!”

“Have they?”

“Yes,” he said, “And they have the loveliest silver down. Will you be free after six?”

Your hands stopped their movement, “I think so, but I–”

Finrod took your hand, as he always did when departing, and planted a hasty kiss on it, “Great. I will meet you then. You must see them!”

He ran out before you could answer. You giggled at his excitability and looked over to Earwen.

“Is that him?”

You smiled sheepishly and looked away.

“Yes,” you said. If you saw the smirk that played at her lips you would have seen that she knew more than she let on. “Absolutely perfect.”

[shrimpbat]

Who's your favorite oc from each of your stories and why?

Aaa man that's a hard answer :') I love all my characters dearly and I put everything I can into writing them, this should be tricky! I'll include one or more, probably not more than three but again all of them mean a lot to me individually! (I have a lot of stories sorry in advance)

Insanity's Universe - Bonnie and Carly. I relate to these two the most out of the main cast, I've inserted a lot of myself onto them. Bonnie's anxiety is a direct projection of my own and Carly's cling to childhood also stems from me! I also just really love cats.

Royal Macabres - Callie, Briar and Niratap. Callie is my favorite here just because of her sarcasm, which is something I have in private lol. Her comebacks are great especially to Damon and Junior. Briar is similar to Bonnie in which she has a reserved and quiet personality and is usually forced to overcome that. Niratap's just my goofy 'villain' guy. I love my goofy shadow villain guy.

Websurferz - Vista. This is hard since I included my favorite computer elements into all of them. But I do love Vista, she's a silly little epic face girl who loves her gf and adoptive computer daughter.

Freakshow - Nikki and the three sisters. Nikki is basically the "you gotta fit into the social norms" character, which is something I've had pressured onto me way too fucking much, so I dearly love her. Violet is me and I am Violet, Pixie is just a little silly thing....in a little silly world. Lizzy is Lizzy. I love my three clown babies.

Extraterrestrials - Nora and Pri. Need I say more about how these two are basically each other's driving motivation and they're special to me and I want to hold them in my hands and-- but rly Nora is the curiousity I've had about space and Pri is the fear of the unknown I have about space. Fatima's a close third just because of her ability to have the best dry wit in the whole Space Camp.

Shroom's Dream - Shroom and Jangle. Shroom is my childhood innocence and wonder and she's got the same level of caution as I do, ofc I love her! Jangle is a tiny brain-matter clown how could I not love them.

Food Animals - Pepper. Now yes Pepper is just a food mascot that makes cameos in my other stories but he's a silly dog in a mean world I love him to bits.

Daisy Belle - Daisy Belle. Illusion bunny daughter who doesn't frown.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

an mc with echolalia repeating noises/words/phrases the demon bros say (especially things in demonic language) and some of them getting Annoyed thinking its you mocking them and challenging them (lucifer, satan) or that ur making fun of them in a demeaning way (levi, mammon) and the general confusion and possible angst from hurt feels bc they dont know this is just a Thing some humans do. i think solomon would get caught in a loop with mc tho especially during nightbringer era like sol makes a Noise, mc repeats it, they go back and forth bc sol thinks its cute n understands the stimming nature it can have and everyone else is just '???? did the humans break???'

sorry if this doesnt make much sense its 3 am for me but i saw the ask abt demons not rly understanding humans and was like. lets take it up a notch with autistic (and other neurodivergent) traits and behaviors. bewilder those bitches some more. also i love ur writing its so good thank you for all youve blessed us with <3

AutismCore me me me me me relatable i love this ask sm i am stimming rN

pls send in a req for the others! if i do all in 1 post itll be soo long (also if u want a longer one send in 1 character and we can get some real angst in here)

Lucifer is one who doesn't mind very much. He's used to the Anti-Lucifer-League mocking almost everything he says, so there's not surprises there. However one evening at the dinner table, he it comes along in passing.

"Yes, I've never quite understood if you enjoy my presence or not, as you seem to mock me so often, MC."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"I heard you the other evening, you were speaking of what I had said to you, repeatedly. If I recall, it was, 'Don't dally with the dragons, MC'," he smiles at you, but there seems to be a little aggression behind it.

"Oh no, that's not mocking, Luci, it's called echolalia! It's a symptom of my autism." You go on to explain, and it seems like a small wave of relief washes over his eyes.

"Very well. I'm glad we got that misunderstanding cleared up."

The one who avoids you is Mammon, he's only now been caught up to by you, as you sit into the chair next to him at dinner. It's mostly quiet, until everyone has left, besides you him, and Leviathan and Beel, who are having this own conversation. You speak quietly, "have you been avoiding me, Mammon?"

"Why'd ya think that? Maybe it's you avoiding me!"

"Well, I haven't seen you almost at all in 4 days. Everytime I see you, you turn the other way. You feel the sting of fresh tears start to burn in your eyes, and Mammon can't help but feel a little guilty.

"Why'd ya even want to be around me, I heard you mocking me. You were sayin' 'mammoney' over and over."

"No, Mammon, that's not it at all!" You furrow your brow, and more tears start to come forward. This is not the first time you have been misunderstood by someone about your symptoms. You go on to explain, practically pleading with him to believe you.

"So it's just somethin' some humans do? Really? I think Levi does that sometimes," he chuckles, a small blush gracing his features.

The one who is most hurt by the misunderstanding is Leviathan. For sure. He heard you saying "Ruri-chan" over and over to yourself and assumed you were making fun of him. He hid away from you for days until you caught up to him, and asked if he'd been avoiding you. You missed your best friend dearly. "Of course I have! I heard you mocking me! I thought we were friends." His frown was evident, and you had to pry to find out what he was talking about. "Leviathan, what in the world are you talking about?"

"I heard you! You said," in his best mimicking voice he could muster, "Ruri-chan, over and over."

You were quick to stop him, trying your best to explain. He was still hurt, but he did feel a little silly.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. I do that too sometimes, repeat things when they're f-fun to say, I mean," he seems to trail off, averting his gaze. His anger had not dissipated, and he felt silly for ever being mad.

"I-I'm, I'm sorry for misunderstanding you, MC."

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC. OH MY GOD. HEAD IN HANDS. HOLY SHIT. ashe is in college (normal college i think??) VYCNENT IS IN SUPERHERO COLLEGE!!!! wiwi fucking around in the woods..... dakota also in college i think??? idk that wasn't super clear 2 me but i think he's there IDK I WAS JUST SO EXCITED FOR ALL OF THEM TO BE LIKE. EXISTING IN THE SAME PLACE!!!! ashe oughhh ashe i missed u ashe <3 i like to think he still has the trickster's wings. thats canon 2 me idc. oh my godd they're doing like. relatively normal shit!!!!!! aaaa!!!! oh i need 2 write a fic about them in college. i got 2. i MUST. even just a oneshot idc i wanna do it!!!

THE IRL MARIOKART AGAIN!!!! LE FROG!!! WILLIAM'S FUNERAL!!!! THE SILLIES ARE BACK!!!!!!!! SHENANIGANS!!!! oh that was so good. that was SO GOOD!!!!! oh im going 2 cry. i didn't cry and then it got to dakota with his aunt and i teared up a lil and then it had william falling off the cliff and landin gin the dirt and just. holding the soil in his hands and feeling it and i actually cried a lil. man. also CANTRIP IS NOT IN THE SPIRIT WORLD!!! WHERE IS SHE!!! DOES THIS MEAN SHE'S ALIVE OR IS SHE A GHOST I DON'T KNOWWWW GOD I WANT 2 KNOW. I WANT 2!!!! and atlas being killed. an X being carved into him. XAVIER VILLAIN ARC????? 👀👀👀👀 PERHAPS??? god i hope so. i would love to see him as a villain. i rly like xavier actually and i think he deserves to go a little apeshit <3 SO EXCITED FOR WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN WITH MAL!!! GUY WAS ALREADY FUCKED UP AND NOW HE'S EVEN MORE UNHINGED!!!!! i like mal a lot. he fucking sucks. terrible horrible awful little man. i love him so much he's such a cool fucking character i want to throw him out a window <3 idiot shit bastard man!!!!!! and william asking vyncent if he would come to ghim funeral. bro was like THIS CLOSE 2 asking him out. i am telling u. and btw william's fucking "vyncent did you realize anything while i was gone?" right ebfore vyncent just passes tf out in ep39 was so fucking. yeah. that's ghostknife!!!!!!! it always almost happens and then it fucking doesn't!!! i love that for them i hope they're ten times as gay and awkward in s3 <3

GOD. that was so good. finales always fuck me up dude. im so fucking emotional. i feel like my entire being is vibrating like a lightning rod or some shit. ALSO u gotta send me more trivia abt the episodes!!! i think the last one u sent me was for episode 15 of s2. GOD PLS SEND ME GREYSCALE AND DEADWOOD TRIVIA!!!!!! I WANT IT!!!!! I WANT 2 KNOW WHAT THE HELL CHARLIE WAS THINKING DURING GREYSCALE. WHAT WERE UR THOUGHTS KING!!! TELL ME MR SLMCL!!!!!!!!

man. im gonna listen 2 bitb next but i feel like i gotta take a few days first yk??? i gotta let that shit sink in. i hope ur havin a good time reading worm <3 i wil start worm soon!! i just wanna get thru jrwi first bc if i try to get into more than one thing at a time that i know will inhabit my entire brain i feel like my brain is melting. too many blorbo thoughts i gotta stick to one thing first. anyway yeah that was. fucking wild <3 ty for getting me into jrwi i regret nothing

HIIIIIIIIIII WHISKEY. SORRY I LET THIS SIT IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I LOVE YOU.AUGH. PRIME DEFENDERS MY LOVE. every day i think about yakko showing up in cosplay . that made me so happy. ashe winters i love you so dearly. i have so many thoughts about post s2 ashe. if ashe isnt in s3 im going to fucking riot.

when i tell you that fucking part with the cliff made me UGLY CRY . like full on. "and you stay there" lives in my head forever.

EXTREMELY EXCITED ABOUT A POSSIBLE XAVIER VILLAIN ARC. LIKE. THATS GOTTA BE HIM RIGHT. THAT CANT NOT BE HIM. i wonder if allen is with him. fuck. AND WHERES CANTRIP. GOD. i miss her :( i think she deserves to go full vengeful spirit on williams ass and haunt him like a fucking poltergeist. god forbid women do anything.

dude finales fuck me up so bad too. god. 39 hurts me just a little bit more than 40 but 40 is still SOOOO insanely good to me. 40 was like the breath of fresh air we needed. i dont think 40 hit me as hard as a finale because i know we're getting a 3rd season so its not OVER yet. but something about it just made it feel so much more impactful than a regular season finale. god. i miss them so much.

IM SO GLAD YOU GOT INTO JRWI !!!!!!! ITS BEEN SO FUN SEEING YOU GUYS REACT TO EVERYTHING!!!!!! jrwi has been like. HUGE main hyperfix for me since like. last october. so im having sooooo much fun forever. hehehehe. me when my beloved mutuals and i are all into the same piece of media again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[comfortabletogether]

akane,teruya,kanade,hibiki and nikei (seperate) w/ a f!s/o who acts like/is similar to charlie morningstar,from hazbin hotel? like s/os family has high/decent social standing,but isnt entirely respected,believes theres good in everyone,is highly optimistic,but also rly stubborn,ect.

thank you for the request!! I appreciate the support!!

Sorry I’m advance but i ended up loosing a lot of momentum while writing this along with the fact that I didn’t actually love Hazbin Hotel. I didn’t have enough energy to do Hibiki and Nikei. I also didn’t exactly know what to write for them either. My apologies for dw I’ll probably write a part 2 when my requests open again!!

WARNING: SPOILERS; KANADE; MENTIONS OF KINJO

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Akane Taira

🫧 Akane treasures your optimistic, go-getter attitude. She feels inspired by it, and whatever project you are working on she’ll be there for support, as you will always be to her. 

🫧 She has seen some of the horrors the world has to offer, from a nasty orphanage that caught on fire to the mistreatment she’s gotten working as a maid. Akane feels slightly protective over you because of your naive.

🫧 You and Yuki are a lot alike in Akane’s eyes, wanting to help solve almost everyone’s problems. And she’ll be there with the two of you, and she will often remind you that you aren’t responsible for everyone’s wellbeing.

🫧 In this vile killing game, your optimism and persistence is one of the only things that truly keep her going. In a situation that has so much blood spilt she looks up to you.

🫧 Although Akane feels lucky to be able to spend time with you, she gets really scared when you hang out with other people except Yuki for some reason. But she’s terrified someone will take your naive and trusting nature for granted.

🫧 Akane loves you so dearly, you are a beacon of life and hope in her life. Her way to finally love someone and have that be reciprocated.

Kanade Otonokoji

🎵 Kanade enjoys your cheerful attitude she finds it funny at first wondering how long it would take for you to break. because nobody could really be that nice and wonderful, right?

🎵 You worked were a graphic designer who helped create Melody Rythme’s posters for their charity concerts. And despite Hibiki being constantly her puppet Kanade was quickly growing bored. That’s when she realized that she valued you as a person as well, and immediately assumed you out.

🎵 Kanade became possessive and protective over you, wanting you to only help her. You were so kind and wonderful why would you want to waste your energy on someone irrelevant when you could be helping her? Don’t you want to help your girlfriend after her sister pushed her over?

🎵 Kanade typically uses your naive nature against you. She loves you and she doesn’t understand how to love without manipulation. But if someone else tries to attempt to manipulate you, Kanade will go apeshit on them. Because how dare they?? That’s Kanade’s job

🎵 But being around you makes Kanade feel like she is improving as a person more. That she’s becoming a better person for example she hasn’t killed anyone in almost half a year. She loves that you are changing her for the better.

🎵 Kanade probably writes all the love songs on her and Hibiki’s albums, and they are all about you and the stuff you and Kanade had done together. For example one of the tracks is your name backwards and it’s a bunch of imagery of a gorgeous girl. (Same vibes as Jolene but gay).

Teruya Otori

💴 When Kinjo brings you in to work for the intelligence Team on the Kisaragi foundation, Teruya was a bit skeptical. Especially after Utsuro had told them that the police force had fallen into despair but Kinjo reassured them that you were a trusted ally.

💴 Apparently you had also been related to Kinjo, being second or third cousins but still if Kinjo trusted you, then Teruya would too.

💴 The first thing he noticed was how different you were to Kinjo, especially in your beliefs. While the two of you are both headstrong and stubborn, you believe that even the worst of people should be able to have a second chance. That is probably what drew him towards you the most.

💴 He had experienced firsthand the horrors of this world, and therefore he is very protective over you. You are too easily trusting and that could lead to a situation similar to one’s he has seen in the past.

💴 Due to your stubbornness though, it’s very common that you and Keisuke or Tsurugi would get into fights and the talk palm tree will often have to physically separate you and them. He’s always proud of you for standing up for what you believe in and Teruya might end up developing your beliefs.

💴 Teruya is really entrapped by your kind and pleasant nature, and that you want to help people in need and trust me Teruya is in plenty of need of emotional support. After that Killing Game— he is so messed up. 

[kazpurr]

waow!!!! here she is my beloved beautiful babygirl. the one who started it all... the oc who i've had the longest... underneath the cut will be some awesome epic loredump info about her if anyone is interested!! there will be a lot of text a lot of long ass paragraphs. teehee. also down there ill be including a neat little timeline of her design because i think its rly important. erm anyways!! thats all!! rbs > likes as always :3

well. to begin with. here is the timeline as promised! not including this current design, but including her last official design that was basically what ive been using up until this one. shes always always always been a black and white cat up excluding the one time i tried to make her blue for some reason? um. i dont know what i was doing with that . lol

shes an oc who's near and dear to my heart and her story within my warrior cats oc universe is important to me and pretty heavily based off of my own real life, when i first made her and my other oc's i wasn't in a very good um. headspace. bad homelife. she was my escape into a fictional world as something to keep my brain busy from the shitty real world. obviously i made her pretty tragic as a character to cope with my own tragedies but despite that she's still going strong in life (just like me!) so. here it is! (spoiler friendly for the thing that im writing which will be posted soon i promise. one day

mistyleaf was born alongside two siblings, a she-cat and a tom named amberkit and mintkit respectively. their mother was shadeheart, who... didn't want to have kittens. at all. she was essentially coerced by her mate to have them, because he wanted them. and because shadeheart didn't want them, didn't want to raise them, but didn't want to just abandon them (let alone give them to her awful mate), the three were primarily raised by shadeheart's closest friend, who had lost her own mate and kittens a few moons prior, alderstar (who is ALSO the clan leader, if you couldnt tell by her name). she loved the kits dearly, and really loved and cared for shadeheart, too, who was. to put it extremely lightly, struggling. her and her mate did not have a good relationship. and she wanted to keep the kits away from him as much as possible. but she had no choice other than to agree to give her mate one of the kits, the "runt" of the litter as he put it, mintkit. and she had no choice, because he had threatened her about it. she didn't want to put her, her kits, alderstar, or the rest of thunderclan in potential danger, so... she had to give in.

so one night, shadeheart sets out against alderstar's desperate begging for her not to go, to give the tomkit to her mate, for him to take back to his own clan. and that was going to be it. they were going to break up forever, and shadeheart could act like he was never a part of her life. things, presumably, would have gone back to normal. her kits could have been safely raised by alderstar, she could go back to being a warrior, and wouldn't have to live in fear anymore.

fast forward a year later... shadeheart is missing, and mintkit hasn't been seen either.

despite it being a while since it happened, neither amberheart nor mistyleaf have moved on from shadeheart or mintkit's disappearances, and now that they're both getting to be older... mistyleaf in particular wonders if alderstar will ever tell them who their father is. mistyleaf barely remembers the tom, and can barely create an image of him in her mind. amberheart spent the least time around him on the few occasions that he came to visit thunderclan.

there's nothing more that mistyleaf wants than to see shadeheart again. she can't wait to tell her she and amberheart have earned her warrior names, finally, and she can't wait to see mintkit again after so long. she hopes the two of them are safe and sound, and return to the clans at some point.

at this moment, mistyleaf and amberheart are adults now, they've recently earned their warrior names, and are living fairly normal warrior lives. mistyleaf in particular is a bit more shy and soft spoken than her sister, amberheart, who tends to be a bit more out there. she only really has a few close friends, those being sedgepelt and quailfeather, slightly older warriors who she trained alongside during her apprenticeship, but who graduated to warriors before she did. her mentor was dustglow, the clan deputy, who pushed her to her limits, but not enough to overwork her. he was strict, but caring to the young she-cat, and she greatly respects him for it.

[whumpshaped]

five comfort characters, five tags

i didnt want to derail the post w niche friend ocs lol but i rly dont watch shows so all my comfort characters r just..... friend ocs..... thank u @why-dontiknow for the tag, ive been horrible w tag games recently but tonight i rly needed a distraction

1. jim lieberman (@whumpsday hi bestie u thought i'd say kane didnt u. well im keeping everyone on their toes. also bellamy tbh, close second)

2. christopher kotev (@zillastar13 i bet ur surprised- ok maybe im not always striving for unpredictability)

3. vasiliki christakos (@quietly-by-myself 👉👈 listen- listen...... listen............... theres just smth abt him ok)

4. teddy warfson (@emmettnet i was debating. rly debating putting cyrus. and honestly its still a tie in my heart i love both of them so dearly and theyre SUCH comfort characters)

5. and well i feel like this has a lot to do w some other things, but our own blorbo w @whumpsday, ambrose caruso. he makes me feel SO comforted whenever i write him

uhHhHhhh tgaging.. tagging others.. if i already tagged u bc ur blorbo makes me feel like im covered in a warm fuzzy blanket, and u want to do it, please go ahead. and then uhhh @a-crumb-of-whump @rosewriteswhump @hidden-dreamland

literally zero pressure tho

[larkingame]

hi there! I'm rly rly sorry to bother you, I love Larkin so much, it's the only game I have ever commented on the Redacted forums for to praise and that was a While ago lol. anyway I'm rly sorry and obviously you don't have to actually do anything but I love that you're posting screenshot snippets(?) but they're very difficult for me to read as a mobile user (small text) and I was just wondering if you would consider having a transcription beneath the image? again no pressure to do this or anything I know it's prolly an aesthetic choice and I 100% respect that!! I was just wondering!! thank you so much for all your hard work writing this story, I love it very dearly and I think of it a lot!! take care and good luck with all your endeavors!!

of course! I’m so sorry, I’ve been meaning to do this, I’m at work rn but I’ll rb my latest posts w IDs as soon as I get on lunch.

[saivii]

omg i just had a thought:

harmony route but ryo and shuuji are still alive

like in the og harmony route the kids don’t rly know what to say to kaito and end up making things worse

but maybe ryo and shuuji would be better equipped to handle it since ryo has lost a family member he dearly loved and shuuji is the only other one of the kids who has a sibling

maybe i’ll write about this eventually bc i think it has great platonic hurt/comfort potential 🤔🤔

also i love the idea of ryo and aoi mourning saki together in wrathful route and helping each other grieve and move on

[lowkeiloki]

duck guy theory time because he's a fave

Ok, i've seen a lot of theories suggest that duck might be based off the bird that got lesley's son killed, or the guy who gave him the bird or something like that.

And while those theories are pretty cool to think abt i could never answer to myself why would lesley create him in the first place? just to torture him? she'd be just hurting yellow guy in the process.

But duck being based off of the family dog actually makes perfect sense when you think about it.

Lets recap the plot of death, but replace duck with a family dog (possibly named david?), yellow guy with lesley's son (gonna call him doi for the convenience) and red guy as lesley, or any adult figure in doi's life he could rely on.

Duck says he died because he didn't drink water, possibly something foreshadowed later in grolton & hovris when grolton forbids hovris from drinking any of his water.

Doi was pretty young at the time and didn't fully grasp the weight of death, we see him slowly realizing his friend is never coming back and breaking down crying because of it. No one in his family knows how to deal with grief properly, their solution is to get a new puppy, smaller, friendlier, more suitable for a young child like Doi. But Doi doesn't even want to look at it, he wants his old cranky dog back.

The whole "big day" song could be a metaphor for how parents tend to sugarcoat the death of their child's pets. "Oh your dog just went to live in a nice magical place where all dogs are happy" kind of way. But i'm reaching a bit here.

idk if this is rly related, but it popped in my head as i was writing this. Red guy couldn't deal with duck's death so he turned stain into an identical clone of him. Kinda like how lesley couldn't deal with her son's death so she created this whole dollhouse-like reality where a copy of her son was still alive.

"come on, we never really liked him, remember how he used to bite you?" this one speaks for itself.

Its possible that Doi tried to dig his dead dog out of the grave out of denial and desparation. Unfortunately the dog wasn't just fine the same way duck was. They had to bury him again and Doi had to face the fact that the dog was gone for good.

but if you want the whole thing to be even sadder, what if the dog never died of dehydration and actually had to be put down because he had rabies? Lesley told doi the dog forgot to drink water because that way doi couldn't blame anyone but the dog himself.

Fast forward to some time in the future, doi has overcome his grief of the dog, he's looking for a new pet and he's really fond of birds. Lucky for him, one neighbour was kind enough to gift him just the pet he wanted. But oh no, the bird flew away, better catch it, oh it's flying towards the road and... well we all know what happens.

So to conclude, lesley made duck based off doi's pet dog that he loved so dearly, but made him a duck because doi loved birds so much (and ducks might've been his favourite). She still doesn't really like him because he represents so many things that hurt her son, the grumpy dog that would sometimes bite him and possibly infect him with rabies and the bird that got him hit by a car. But it doesn't matter because yellow guy loves him, he represents everything doi loved so much when he was alive and thats whats most important.

[spacetravels]

I want more Vaughn lore!!!!

YEAHHH ok bullet points.. i drew her for day 2 of oc tober i’ll post that later but u can have doodles too..

baldurian <3 she’s lived here all her life but has travelled outside of bg with her parents, who are guild artisans by trade (particularly tapestry making & seamstressing)

in-game she’s a devo paladin w guild artisan bg cuz of her ideals being so strongly influenced by her upbringing. she had a happy childhood for a long time!! she can’t stand to see people in pain!! she’d sacrifice herself to protect smiles!! also she finds beauty and positive energy in everything… like she’s an optimist at heart.. ok nitty gritty stuff under a read more here’s baby vaughns

uhmm basically when she was 16 she and her parents in their trade group were attacked by zhentarim on a trade route and were held as captives cause her parents’ skills were seen as valuable… vaughn has blocked out a lot of the weeks she and her parents were their captives but remembered in particular being starved and tortured. she was a defiant little snot and earned a few injuries… until a group of paladins liberated the captives. her mother died of her injuries and her father hasn’t worked a day since being saved. vaughn doesn’t know if her brain just naturally blocked out all of the trauma or if a paladin took pity on her and blocked it for her. she’s content with never knowing.

vaughn took up a lot of work after that, mostly to take care of her father and pretended to be him and take over his commissioned pieces and whatnot since she had the skill to… people didn’t really notice the difference in her work but then once she turned 18 she joined the army to train as a soldier and take on a paladin oath. everything she does is for her family, to keep her father safe and make sure he isn’t worried about her. she’s hired a caretaker for him and sends him money when she is away from home for months at a time. this goes on for years before she gets sniped by the ilithids LOL

rn her main goal is to see her father and make sure he’s safe. he’s just so broken so she’s very worried abt him… i’d write abt her romance w gale but she rly isn’t confident and doesn’t think she deserves him but also is mad at him. for the bomb drama. but she also loves him dearly. jock wife to nerd husband or whatever

RIGHT i give her so much light and radiance motifs cuz like. smth abt being sunshine. she’s so sunlight coded… despite everything she has to believe in the dawn, in a tomorrow. she can’t dwell too long in shadow!!