#not that ppl care bc i feel like i’m the only one who notices the minute details (i.e sharpening or colors)

[hinakyuu]

in my drafts i have a gifset of matthew moments across all the playoffs series that i’ve been updating even throughout the scf, but idk how i feel about posting it after they officially **** it all :( so tempted to post just the gif of him and sasha hugging from the 1st series to self-soothe lmao

[niki-phoria]

So I had this idea after reading your chishiya kisses which I loved btw basically merging the first kiss and I’m here now kiss. Chishiya and reader are friends. Readers late and chishiya is worried. Reader gets back and is confused as to why he’s so worried. He confesses and instead of reader asking to have a kiss like the first kiss one it’s actually chishiya who asks. Hopefully this makes sense I had no other idea on how to explain it.

he's so <33 i love him made a pinterest board dedicated to nijiro bc the gender envy is so bad lmao

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 968

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya ?? idk i tried, mentions of blood/stitches, blushy chishiya, this is dumb but i hate when ppl write reader blushing bc i don't blush and it always takes me out of the story maybe i'm just salty

chishiya's types of kisses post

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i didn't really focus on chishiya being worried so i changed it to him taking care of reader and then he confesses. this idea is really cute, i love it. i hope you enjoy :))

requests open !! read my rules first

chishiya’s hands feel warm against your skin as he cups your cheeks. his eyes carefully scan each part of your face. each new bruise, cut, and scar is noted under his watchful eye. 

you remain silent as he moves his hand to trace against your jawline before he lifts it to your lip. his thumb gently swipes against the newly formed cut on your bottom lip you hadn’t realized was bleeding until he wipes away a small patch of blood from his skin. 

“you’re hurt,” chishiya finally whispers. his voice is quiet. soft. it’s a tone you don’t hear from him often. it only shines through in small moments like these when you’re completely alone. a million thoughts are running through his mind. you can see it in the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly and the small downturned edges of his lips. 

you bring a hand up to hold his, effectively breaking chishiya out of his internal debate. “i’m fine,” you whisper. 

“you’re bleeding.” 

“barely.” 

“just…” chishiya sighs, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. you wince a little at the small spark of pain that stems from the light pressure against your freshly formed bruise. “let me take care of you.” 

your protests die on your tongue when chishiya brushes away a splotch of blood from your jawline. there’s an unreadable look in his eyes when you look back into them. something about him is begging, nearly pleading - please let me take care of you. 

“okay,” you nod. 

you let chishiya wrap his arm around your waist to support you as he guides you back towards the beach’s basement. the metal table you sit on is cold underneath your touch. goosebumps raise along the exposed skin on your arms and legs. 

chishiya sets a variety of medical supplies on the table next to you. he pauses, seemingly debating for a second before fully unzipping his jacket and slipping the fabric around your shoulders. you stare at him in surprise as he turns his attention back to the bruises and cuts littering your body. even in the dim lighting you can see a light flush spreading onto his ears. 

he pulls his hair back into a messy ponytail behind his head before he begins by pressing an alcohol soaked towel against a scrape on your knee. you flinch at the sudden pain, letting out a small hiss. “sorry,” chishiya whispers. you shake your head, forcing yourself to relax and let him clean your wounds. 

chishiya works quickly, carefully bandaging each cut and bruise as he works his way up your body. his hands are gentle and efficient as he cares for you. a patch of blood seeping through his jacket catches his attention. it’s flowing from your shoulder, creating a deep red stain against the white fabric. 

“did you cut your arm?” 

“oh,” you turn, shifting your body to be able to see the wound yourself. “sorry. i didn’t notice it earlier.” 

chishiya silently peels his jacket away before helping you push your arm out of the sleeve of your shirt. he pushes it out of the way enough to give him access to the wound. he presses a clean part of the towel against it, watching as blood quickly seeps through to the other side. “it’s deep,” he mumbles. “you need stitches.” 

you watch as he searches through the supplies to find a needle and some thread. “you know how to give stitches?” 

“yeah.” his hands are gentle as he begins. it hurts less than you were expecting, though you’ve never needed stitches before. you only know he’s finished when he throws the needle away as carefully as he can before pressing a bandage against your back so it covers the wound. 

“thank you,” you whisper as you carefully readjust your shirt. chishiya simply hums, pulling his jacket back up over your shoulder. 

you’re face to face with him when he walks back over to stand in front of you. “y/n,” his voice is quiet; almost like he’s too scared to say the words he desperately wants to. chishiya raises his hand to cup your face again. this time, it doesn’t hurt when he strokes his thumb against your cheek. “can i kiss you?” 

a moment of silence passes between you before you nod. your eyes flick from his deep brown ones to his lips. you lean in just enough so your noses are nearly touching before chishiya finally leans in fully to pull you into a sweet kiss. 

his lips feel softer than they look. no amount of imaging could ever compare to this moment. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back in for another short kiss when he pulls away. the blush on his face has deepened, now spreading to his cheeks. “i love you,” he whispers. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you can’t help yourself, tugging him back into another kiss. it’s deeper this time. you only pull away when you need air. “i love you too.” 

chishiya smiles, leaning in again. you can’t help but smile against his lips as well, keeping him close to you as you press a million tiny little kisses against the exposed skin of his neck and shoulders. he laughs at the ticklish feeling, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

you cling to chishiya, leaning back enough to see his face fully. you’re smiling at each other in the darkness of the beach’s basement. a warm feeling of love settles itself into your chest. it’s a familiar feeling - one you only ever get around chishiya. 

“i love you so much,” you whisper. 

“not as much as i love you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead with another sweet smile. “come on, let’s go to bed.” 

[cielles-random-vault]

HIIIII MLLL! I would love if you could write a Mike x reader following the FNAF plot? I haven’t ppl write anything like that! Maybe the reader being forced to go with Abby when Freddy comes to get her and Mike saving them and being protective? Smth angst WITH A FLUFF ENDING BC AHHHV I LOVE FLUFF WITH SOME ANGST! (also nothing with smut bc everyone’s been writing Mike smut and it feels so ooc for him 😔)

HAIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST <33

you're so real asexual mike canon!!

also the angst part is a bit rushed i'm sorry i'm slowly getting out of writer's block and it truly ain't shit 🤧🤧 BUUTTT HERE WE AREE

gender neutral reader!!

wc: 1141 🦦

find the fic on ao3 here! || link to my ao3 profile 🦇

“Give me the vest.” Mike tried to command to his sister, but it was to no use.

“No. Me and Y/N are coming with you.” Abby replied on a taunting tone.

“ Are we?” you said, looking up from your book, and the death stare Abby gave you left you no choice but to follow her.

“Please.” Abby begged, doing her signature puppy eyes.

“No.” Mike replied sternly.

"What?! You can't say no to her, especially not with those puppy eyes!!" you chimed in, doing puppy eyes as well, hoping it would persuade him.

“Fine” he sighs, and you and Abby exchanged a hearty high five. “But only if you come with us as well, Y/N.”

“Fine by me!” you reply with an eager smile. “Come on Abby, let’s get ready!”

The happy trio then found itself impatiently sitting in the car, while the radio was silently playing Talking in your sleep.

A few moments later, you all three arrived n front of the abandoned pizzeria.

“Don’t get your hopes up, okay?” Mike warned as you were entering the building. “Just… Do whatever while I’m watching the cameras. Y/N? (you turn your head to look at him) I’m counting on you, you’re the adult, you take care of Abby, okay ? (you nod) And you, Abby, don’t be too much of a trouble, okay?”

“Mhm!” she agreed excitedly.

A few moments later, you and Abby found yourselves discovering all the oddities of the ancient pizzeria, but one in particular caught your eyes.

“Look at that muffin!” you say to Abby as you point your flashlight towards a muffin with a pink icing and some gloomy yellow eyes. “Imagine if it started chasing you here, what would you do?”

“I sure wouldn’t want that to happen” Abby chuckled as you switched rooms, not paying attention to the now moving muffin.

On the other hand, boredom seemed to have gotten the best of Mike. After all, if nothing tragic happened in this pizzeria in over 30 years, the bite of 87 aside, why would it change now?

That’s how our dear camera monitor ended falling asleep, the soft noise of the cameras’ static slowly lulling him, but he shouldn't have…

You and Abby kept on exploring the various and numerous rooms, and found a room full of blanket of pillows and blankets.

“Are you thinking what I��m thinking?” you ask Abby as you give her a mischievous look.

“If you’re thinking about building a pillow fort, then totally!!” Abby replied cheerfully. “We should do it in the main plaza!”

“Yes!! Start off with bringing these there, I’ll take the rest!” you say as you hand her a few blankets.

A few moments later, you and Abby started running out of blankets, so you decided to take the ones who were covering some oddly tall figures.

“What the- oh my god this is awfully terrifying” you say as you uncovered a strange purple bunny looking animatronic.

Should you have left? Of course. But you somehow couldn’t take your eyes off of the strange creature before your eyes. Its red eyes were staring back at yours, and something felt off, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It’s as if the creature in front of you was…

Alive.

“Help!!” you tried to scream, but nobody could hear you.

Strange, Mike thought as he noticed one of the cameras stopped working. I should check what’s going on there.

“Abby?” he asked as he headed towards the main plaza. “Do you know where is Y/N?”

“They’re in the storage room, we are going to build a pillow fort!” Abby replied cheerfully.

Mike then rushed to the storage room where he thought you were, where he noticed you silently studying the purple robot-looking bunny.

As you tilted your head in curiosity, the robot did the same, and you couldn’t help but to find it endearing.

"Oh my God, I thought something bad happened to you," Mike sighed, relieved to see you alive and well. "Are you the one who screamed earlier?"

“Yes” you admit with a sheepish smile. “That’s because he didn’t want to put me down.”

“Okay...” Mike replied, slightlty doubtful.

“By the way,his name is Bonnie! Bonnie, this is Mike, my best friend!” you said with a smile. “He can be of good use for taking all the pillows we need to the plaza!”

A few hours pass as the night comes to an end, and time to head back home arrived.

Both you and Abby fell asleep in the car, lulled by the smooth roaring of the car.

“Y/N?” Mike called you after Abby went to sleep. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, but what’s with the serious face?” you ask him, starting to get worried.

“Nothing I just…” Mike sighed. “I’m just glad you’re safe. The animatronics can get dangerous at times.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” You point out. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, I’m your best friend, I won’t judge.”

Mike sighed deeply before saying:

“If I got so worried about you, it’s because I thought I would lose you. And I couldn’t bear losing the one I love.”

“Is that… A confession?” you ask, not wanting a misunderstanding.

“What else do you want it to be” he replied, smiling awkwardly.

“Well” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you beat me to it. It’s been a while since I wanted to confess as well.”

“Wait, really??” (you nod with a soft smile) “So, does that mean that we’re, you know, dating?”

“I don’t know” you chuckle softly, “We’ll have plenty time to disscuss it later, okay? Let’s just say we’re lovers for now, okay?”

[threestripeslider]

back at it again with a vibe check!!

let me preface this as brief as possible: I don’t care about polls.

dont get me wrong, i think they’re fun!! especially the sillay goofy ones like “which peepaw would get obliterated by a single chili in their food” that kind of silly.

but i’ve been noticing a trend in which a lot of those polls are starting to look like thinly veiled popularity contests – obviously not everyone intends that, but it’s just starting to look like that. me personally? i dont really give a shit bc again, i write for myself bc i wanna read specific things and i might as well produce what i want to see and just invite everyone else who has a similar desire. but if you’re gonna start polls just to see which is more “popular” then i kindly ask you to leave my stuff out of it bc im getting a little tired of it.

i do recognise odd man out is well known bc ppl like what i write and tell ppl about it, so i think it’s not only a little unfair to pit smaller fics against mine but also invites a lot of ugly behaviour like shitting on the bigger fics just bc they are “popular”. im sorry, but most of us werent even ASKED if we wanted to be in those polls and honestly? i refuse to take any responsibility for hurt feelings.

i’m doing this for Fun, i’m not competing with anyone. us with “big fics” literally do not owe you any consolation, we’re doing this for free and none of it pays us any bills. all what these repeated competitions and comparisons do is kill motivation and the fun we get from creating and exchanging ideas.

i had fun with the recently finished peepaw poll bc with how i interacted with some of the members, a lot of them didnt take it as seriously and i liked that, that’s what made it fun. im not telling you to not stop making polls, but at least dont create any where it seems like you all are clamoring for some popularity contest – leave my stuff out of those bc i really dont wanna deal with weird comments and halfway demanding asks bc i promise, i will not care about it bc we’re all some guy on the internet. but i know some ppl really dont wanna be part of this but are stuck pretending they’re okay out of fear they’re gonna ruin everyone’s fun – and you all know im not a fan of putting everyone’s fun before anyone’s boundaries.

so here’s mine; you may use odd man out in your polls, especially the silly goofy ones. i’d prefer that you don’t use odd man out in your borderline popularity polls, but even if you do, i won’t care about it and will dismiss it along with everything related to it. and please, for the love of god, stop putting me, my stuff or anyone else and their stuff on a pedestal bc that never ends well for anybody.

[skywxikers]

Do you think Hunter is going to die? If so, how do you think it happens?

If not Hunter, do you think anyone else will? Who and why or why not?

Id put this as anon but youd know who i am anyway

OH MY GOD YES WE TALKED AB THIS

this is a giant rant sorry u have to read all this jesse

i’m not 100% sure if hunter is going to die, but out of the whole batch i’d say he’s the most likely to. this is bc wrecker already got injured in the marauder explosion, if he were to get killed off after even tho he was revealed to be ok, that would be not the best writing. i also don’t think cross would die, he’s still developing as a character and going thru his redemption arc and healing (both physically and mentally). omega is essential to the plot bc of the m count transfer and needs to be kept alive, so she’ll live as well.

that leaves hunter, and his death would make sense. he’s the leader of the batch, but i saw another post on here (i couldn’t find the user sadly) saying that his character is somewhat flat, and i’d agree. throughout the seasons, hunter’s only purpose has been to lead his brothers and take care of them; he doesn’t have any goals of his own. during the clone wars, his loyalty was to the republic, after the empire rose it was to his brothers, and omega when she joined. after omega was taken, hunter was noticeably thinner and less like himself. i wouldn’t chalk up his lack of development to bad writing, as the writers have done amazing, imo, when it comes to all the other characters EVEN BATCHER who’s an animal. that being said, i wouldn’t be surprised if hunter’s death is used to push the others’ development.

as for how he’ll die, he seems like the self sacrificing type. project necromancer is somewhat successful, bc the palpy clones are a thing, meaning omega will be affected. that will prob escalate into the final fight. something ab the oldest brother keeping his sister safe, letting her have a chance and live a life he couldn’t (since omega isn’t in any other star wars projects taking place after so i’m assuming she stops fighting)

but ngl i hope no one dies (wishful thinking tho 😔) and hunter gets to discover himself, what he wants, and be selfish for once.

if u disagree tho feel free to lmk, i love hearing other ppls opinions :D

[burningvelvet]

More thoughts about The Tenant of Wildfell Hall after finishing it…

1 good movie adaptation WHEN?

2 the themes of universalism and the idea that everyone can change if they want it bad enough and nothing is permanent and we have the ability to make choices and self-destruction has social repercussions bc it affects the ppl around you… yeah, my heart is full!

3 helen successfully microdosing her own child with poison to give him a pavlovian response to alcohol so he wouldn’t end up as an alcoholic like his father and grandfather because she intuitively knew he had a genetic predisposition to addiction despite having no modern knowledge of science or psychology. excellent.

4 the shit helen goes through in this novel is unreal. our girl is basically trapped in a frat-house — complete with the booze, drugs, laughter, fraternizing, sportsmanship, anti-intellectualism, infidelity, and rape culture.

5 as a sad aficionado of the romantic era & byronic studies i can 100% without a doubt say that not only is arthur based on some popular victorian conceptions of lord and lady byron and their marriage, but the brontës must have been familiar with biographical writing on byron’s life! i’ve found several academic texts to support this and it’s 100% true.

6 also, as a person who grew up with relatives who suffered from severe substance abuse and mental illness, i’m pretty confident in saying that the brontë sisters must have had some inside knowledge to spark their sustained interest in writing about these subjects. there are specific details and feelings pertaining to these topics which are documented with so much acuity it must have been personal to them. it seems a lot of academics theorize this as well — however, i still don’t know enough about the brontë family biography to form my own opinions on this topic yet!

7 helen is such a progressive mother (considering her circumstances and level of education, and the non-harmful drugging aside which is questionable today but within the narrative understandable) and her theories on education and parenthood are so advanced.

8 i think arthur’s friends (especially mr. hargrave and annabella) are as bad as he is, considering the fact that they enable him and they could easily use their influence to try and sway him considering but they choose not to — only partly because he’s the “leader of the pack,” but partly because they also have zero respect for helen and enjoy openly bullying and abusing her in her own household

9 big shoutout to the servants in this novel who are the real heroes. all throughout the novel (especially starting from Gilbert’s POV considering he and his family are a little poorer off than those of the Huntingdon circle) we see the lower-classes and smaller owners gradually triumphing against the upper-classes, gentry, and larger land owners. i love the line about rachel having to sell helen’s fine gowns for cheaper ones, and how helen notices that rachel still looks decent while dressed like a more common woman.

10 the very ending with everyone’s resolutions was a bit choppy and rushed but i don’t mind because everything went how i wanted it to go lol. but the ending for arthur/helen — the fact that he never repented, but helen still believes in universal salvation nonetheless, and still took care of him even though she didn’t have to, after everyone else abandoned him — the person he treated the worst still cared for him when no one else did — she fulfilled all her marital vows and he fulfilled none of his — his fear of death — her letter of december 5th, her holding his hand until the very end — his last words, “pray for me!” don’t leave me!” — all the unspoken words on her part, her feelings of helplessness, her telling him that she cannot save him, his crying and cursing the world — her fainting from exhaustion — him continuing to act like a brat on his death bed — her taking control, her cleverness with the contract — her lack of closure — aahhhh! just so heart wrenching and frustrating and angsty yet also cathartic and realistic.

[circular-bircular]

It drives me up a wall that ppl argue “anti endos are the only harassers!!!” And yet the past few days the sys course tag has been nothing but going against anti endos for? Some reason? Like just outta nowhere I started to see posts going on and on about how anti endos are sooo horrible and how dare they want anti endo only spaces like hello pot??

It’s just… infuriating to see it all bcs why the hell would anyone even consider looking at a different perspective if the first thing they see is people bashing anti endos (and often CDD systems in the same breath) and using that to uplift pro/endos like you can’t seriously claim to want anti endos to listen when everything is about insulting/shaming anti endos in a number of ways some less subtle than the last

I’m neutral on it all but if I was still anti today and thought “well maybe I should try to understand their side” and saw all that then?????? Hell no

Hell even being neutral I’m still not favorable to interactions bcs I don’t want that kinda energy in my space

Sry I’m just so GAH about it all and saw your post on syscourse stances and the harassment thing and was just “finally”

(Ough I’m so sorry I’m rambling hard on this one)

I fully agree that anti-endos aren’t the only harassers. But I also agree that endogenic systems are going through a lot right now. It’s easy for me to not see, but that’s because I’ve got a lot of folks blocked. There really are a lot of anti-endo assholes popping up each day lately, and I’m sorry for all the Endogenic systems dealing with that hatred. I’ve been there. It fucking sucks. I also am sorry for the CDD systems suffering through hatred currently, regardless of syscourse stance. It’s all hellish sometimes.

In my eyes, the way a lot of pro-endos tackle things isn’t beneficial. It’s either bait to encourage anti-endos to rage (which is often triggering to boot), or it’s just vocalizing hatred into a public space. Neither of these things are needed, especially if the goal is to make it so that anti-endos “aren’t a thing anymore.” Anti-endos fall into this same trap; many are trying to protect their disorders, but they do so via harassment, mockery, or similarly vocalized hatred. All in some attempt to “make things better for ‘real’ systems.”

It feels like many people in syscourse are doing something I like to call Aimless Activism. They know something is wrong (fakeclaiming, bad sources, ableism, etc), so they rally against it loudly and boldly, because That’s The Point. You’re Supposed To.

I’m guilty of this myself honestly. But… you need a goal. You need to have a point beyond This Is Activism, because if you don’t have an actionable goal, then you’re not actually working toward anything. You’re just shouting.

My goal on my blog is to share my personal experiences and talk about things that interest me. That’s it. I’ve tried to be an Aimless Activist for awhile now, convincing myself that it’s activism to argue online. And I don’t know, maybe to some, my blog fits that description. But at this point, I don’t… think it matters. I’m tired of playing in this giant sandbox where everyone is kicking the sand in each other’s faces while I try to build my sand castle.

I think a lot of other people are too. Has anyone else noticed how many new faces there are here? How a lot of the old faces have gone away? People are tired of the sandbox games where everyone kicks around sand. People want real things, real conversations, real connections — regardless of some stupid arbitrary label.

And that’s where it comes back to. “Stupid arbitrary label.” The ones who care about the labels are still playing in the sandbox and they’re gearing up for another round of fighting with “the other side.” Meanwhile, they don’t realize that the sandbox is only one tiny part of an enormous playground, and I’m over on the swings with friends I made in the sandbox, laughing about how nice it is to no longer have sand in my eyes.

I wish folks the best for getting out of there.

[rweoutofthewoods]

heyy, first of all I am sooo glad that the tornado didn't get you, I got scared for a sec, but dw abt being mean in the past, you had boundaries and ppl should respect them and you lashing out bc they didn't isn't really your fault (or something idk I feel like I'm not writing this as eloquently as I wanted to) and you changing those rules is also ok because this is your blog and your account so the only one who has a say in what happens here is you, I think I'm too sleep deprived to be writing an ask but who cares, am I right? Anyway I just wanted to say that, have a good day(night? midday? noon? morning? idk timezones are confusing af)!

YEAH TY I lived thru it (it wound up going past me 😭)

But you’re too kind 🫶 I definitely think there’s boundaries I needed to set in the past and I don’t regret making them only that I didn’t go about it in a better way.

Something I noticed in this fandom and made a hard goal to change in myself a few months ago, was that there’s so much negativity that people expect the worst in each other, and react negatively on first instinct. And that really didn’t sit well with me. I hated I did that too. Like I noticed for example: if someone gets an ask that could be perceived as negative we then instantly react negatively and we just go around in this cycle. I’m guilty of it. But when I started answering mean or negative asks nicely I felt so much better and my blog became a much brighter space too. Then, I started getting less negative asks. And boom, the cycle is cut off.

Anyway that is all to say I appreciate you so much, and I would still set boundaries if the need came up, but go about it differently. I truly believe we don’t need to go an eye for an eye all the time and someone trying to hurt me doesn’t mean I should hurt them back. There’s enough hatefulness in the world already xx

It is night for me rn, so goodnight from my time zone to yours <33

[yvesette]

RED VELVET AS GIRLFRIENDS (sfw)

IRENE

- very loving and extremely protective over you

- it took her a lot to build up the confidence to ask you out and she was so quiet while asking you could barely hear her

- her love language: gift giving !!

- irene is the most gracious person ever she shows so much care for friends, family, staff, etc. and spoils them so much so it’s a no-brainer she spoils the hell out of you.

- if you’re younger than her she probably babies you and often lectures teasingly

- messages you everyday reminding you to eat and asking if you’ve got enough sleep

- it’s impossible not to feel comforted with her

- the warmest person vibes ever

- accepts you for every flaw you have, and vice versa

- she falls deeper in love with you every day you spend together- as corny as it sounds

- you’re each others go-to person for anything you need

- “have fun but be safe okay?”

- she’s not very vocal about her love for you but she doesn’t need to be. you and everyone else know how special you are to her and the way she looks at you is just :( <3

- a bit old fashioned- opens the door for you and buys you lots of flowers so you always have a fresh bouquet

- not a lot of pda- but in private there’s lots of passionate kisses. she takes her time with everything and soaks up every moment she spends with you

SEULGI

- seulgi doesn’t overcomplicate love, it’s fun and simple and exciting with her.

- love with the seulgi is the type that makes you feel alive

- you’re definitely the protective one in the relationship but seulgi can get defensive if anyone dares hurt you

- she takes you on dates that get you out of your comfort zone - karaoke, sky diving, snorkeling…she wants you both to grow and become the best versions of yourselves

- a total love bug, very clingy and very affectionate. this includes hugs from behind, lots of cheek kisses and smothering you with love and cuddles when you both get home

- the type of gf who is so observant like you’ll mention you like something months before and seulgi will buy it for your next birthday

- good morning and good night texts every damn day

- extremely loyal and values honestly so so much she’ll tell you everything

- your family adores her she’s so good w making ppl love her just as much as you do

- if you’re upset she’ll cry with you, hugging you and kissing the top of your head whispering how everything is gonna be okay.

WENDY

- such girlfriend material honestly…

- the biggest flirt even before you were dating and she totally confessed first.

- the most playful and cheesy gf ever- calls you the most ridiculous and corny nicknames

- spoils you so much

- definitely the protective one

- holds your waist as you walk (even if you’re taller bc she’s only 5’1 i believe lol) she’s very protective over her y/n okay !!

- can be extremely romantic when she wants to, i’m talking candlelit dinners where she serenades you with a nat king coke or frank sinatra

- kisses every part of your face she can reach and is bound to make you blush at just a look

- very affectionate in public and around the members and winks all corny at you when she says something suggestive-making the members notice and tease you both endlessly

- forehead kisses!!!

- the two of you have the most personal and hilarious inside jokes nobody gets but you both

- the big spoon even if she’s smaller than you lolll

JOY

- the sweetest girl ever actually

- probably confessed first since she’s just confident like that

- said i love you first too and the two of you say it so casually every single time you leave each other

- very elaborate dates- picnics in the park with your dogs…amusement parks…trips to jeju, art museum dates where you recreate the couples in paintings, etc.

- so. many. couple items. like the two of you rarely don’t match.

- posts so many pics of you both on her priv account

- lots of silly blushing moments when the two of you get close physically and she can’t help but blush and giggle in serious moments

- plain dramatic sometimes and makes you go grab the remote even if it’s right next to her but it’s all good bc u love her sm

- she loves to do to makeup sm!! or flat out spoil you with a skincare routine or massage etc.

YERI

- this confession had to dramatic as hell idk why but i get the feeling it could have been either of you and a long time coming

- definition of friends to lovers or i could even see rivals to lovers hehe

- loves wrapping her arms around you when she sees you

- she’s almost never by your side or hooked onto your arm like a koala

- always grabs your hand as you walk together and you can’t imagine walking together without holding hands at this point

- has you saved in her phone as something like loml <3 and the members all tease her about it

- you tease each other sm it’s honestly annoying

- speaking of annoying…the two of you are so affectionate it’s tiresome!! everyone rolls their eyes as you both rub noses or she snuggles into your side and you exchange corny little love confessions. everyone is sick and tired but it’s okay bc they know you both love each other sm

- she’d totally get a matching tattoo with you- something small but meaningful

- sits on your lap while you do work

- always falls asleep on movie nights first in your arms

- becomes the biggest bitch ever when someone flirts with you and is totally jealous over the littlest things (she’s very possessive ok!)

- she’d post your favorite song on her instagram story with a black heart or something cute like that when she’s away

- chaotic facetime calls until 3 am where you both fall asleep on call

[superfluouskeys]

wip whenever ♥

Thank you so much to @myreia for the tag!

It is once again time to bother you with original thing! Up til now I've been posting pretty much sequential pieces but I'm skipping ahead a lil bit this time bc I'm way too excited about the Lore TM.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

It's been awhile since I bothered ppl so let's see I shall tag @eemamminy-art @delirious-comfort @quinnthebard @thepapernautilus @yourlocaldisneyvillain and anyone else who feels like sharing a wip!

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At first glance, the town of Nodig does not appear so very different from Godsplace.  It has the same small, crowded feeling and a similar sort of age-old architecture.  But as they make their way into the little town, Tamsin quickly decides that two places could not be more different.  There are streetlamps and shops, all of them well-lit and welcoming, and the streets are bustling with people even at this late hour.  The people are happy, smiling and laughing and greeting one another as they pass, not huddled together with eyes downcast, afraid to be seen or heard.

The tavern, too, bears almost no resemblance to the one Tamsin knows.  That place is well-known as the dominion of lechers and drunkards, not a place anyone who cares a whit for his reputation would like to be seen.  This tavern is clean and well-tended, and there are a mix of men and women, most sat at tables and ensconced in their own private conversations.  They barely take any notice when Althea and Tamsin enter.  Nodig is used to travelers from all over the world.

The only person who takes any note of their arrival is the man standing behind the bar.  He is grey-haired and nondescript, and he greets Althea with a curt nod of his head.

“I’ve brought an unexpected guest,” says Althea.  “I hope it won’t be any trouble.”

“Of course not, Miss,” says the man with another nod.  Then he disappears into the back room.

As the bartender leaves, a man sat at the far end of the bar turns on his stool to take a look at them.  He speaks up in a clear, piercing voice.

“Unexpected guest?” he wonders.  “Not a soon-to-be initiate?”

Although he is sitting down, he appears to be a slight man, and his sweater hangs loosely upon his shoulders.  He has dark hair cut in a simple, clean style and wears thick, dark-rimmed glasses.  He doesn’t look particularly young or old, but he lacks Althea’s gravitas.

Althea, for her part, seems markedly unimpressed.  “Tamsin,” she says, her gaze fixed upon the wall somewhere behind the bar, “this is Vivius Moonbright.”

Tamsin looks from Althea back to the man, matching the name to the face.

“A pleasure, I’m sure,” says Vivius, extending his hand in greeting.

Tamsin takes his hand.  “Moonbright?” she repeats curiously.  “Forgive me, but I’ve never heard a name like that.”

Vivius laughs good-naturedly.  “Yes, it does sound rather frivolous around these parts,” he says.  “And in most parts of the world, if I’m being honest.  But in my homeland of Almyst such names are quite common, I assure you.  Moonbright, Silvermist, Windsong, and so forth.”

Tamsin smiles.  “They sound like names out of a heroic tale.  What is it like there, in Almyst?  Do you miss it?”

Vivius hums.  His thoughtfulness strikes Tamsin as markedly different from Althea’s.  It is bright and animated, like the overture to an old, favorite song.  “It is beautiful there,” he begins.  He gestures that Tamsin should sit, and retakes his own barstool next to her.  “And the people are largely…how shall I say this?  Good-hearted, to be certain, but decidedly serious.  The nation has a difficult past, and its people reflect that, in some ways.”  With a wink, he adds, “And let me tell you, they would not take kindly to any comments on their peculiar naming conventions.”

“Oh,” Tamsin flusters.  “Forgive me, I meant no offense.”

“None taken, I assure you,” says Vivius, waving a hand dismissively.  “And you, Tamsin?  Where did our Keeper Althea find you?”

Tamsin glances nervously over her shoulder toward Althea, hoping for some guidance, but Althea is still pointedly ignoring them both.  After all she has been through in recent memory, Tamsin is not inclined to trust in someone Althea doesn’t seem to like very much, even if he seems perfectly friendly.  But Althea does not acknowledge her, and so Tamsin is forced to make up her own mind.  She reasons that whence she hails is no great secret.

“Godsplace,” says Tamsin at last.  “Have you heard of it?”

“Heard of it, yes,” says Vivius.  Even when he speaks severely, there is a certain lightness to his voice.  “Not for the best reasons, though.  I’m sure it possesses many charms that go unreported.”

“Maybe,” says Tamsin charitably, but she labors to think of any at the moment.

“Not too sad to be taking your leave, I see?” Vivius observes.

“No,” Tamsin agrees with a self-effacing smile.  But it feels wrong to speak ill of her homeland without some further explanation, and so she amends, “There’s…not really much left for me in Godsplace.”

“Ah,” says Vivius knowingly.  “And so very much to be found for you at the Academy.”

Again Tamsin glances uncomfortably in Althea’s direction.  “You know much about it?” she presses hesitantly.  “The Academy?”

Perhaps it is her imagination, but Tamsin is sure she hears Althea let out a quiet, derisive scoff.

“Actually,” says Vivius, with the air of barely-contained excitement, “I am nearly as new to the Academy as you.”

Tamsin whirls around to face him fully.  “I beg your pardon?”

Vivius ducks his head and shrugs sheepishly, the kind of affected modesty borne of one who is in truth quite proud of his achievements.  But before he can say anything else, Althea cuts in coldly.  “Don’t bother demonstrating.  She can’t see.”

Both Vivius and Tamsin look up, surprised by her sudden interjection.  Althea is still looking away from them.

Tamsin’s mind is slow to catch up.  New to the Academy, demonstrating, can’t see—  “You have the Gift?” she turns back to Vivius.

Her tone is perhaps more openly incredulous than she had intended, but the idea is something of an absurdity.  She’s never heard of a man with magic.  Why, the people of Godsplace would be in an uproar.  She tries to imagine one of those gruesome scenes in the Town Square with the roles reversed, nonmagical women in official uniform dragging unwitting young men up onto the stage to put them to the flame.  It would never happen.

Again Vivius shrugs good-naturedly.  Tamsin begins to feel acutely embarrassed by her inexperience.  “I’m sorry,” she says quickly.  “I don’t mean to be rude, really, it’s just that…”  It’s just that where Tamsin comes from, women are put to the flame for witchcraft, a fate even the most dreadful man, someone a thousand times worse than Teddy Page, need never fear.

“It’s all right, Tamsin, I’m quite accustomed to the shock,” says Vivius, holding up his hands in a show of surrender.  “Men who possess the Gift are exceedingly rare, but we do exist.  As I would gladly demonstrate, but the Keeper informs me such a show would be lost on you for the moment.”

“Yes, what a shame,” says Althea icily.  “One wonders why you ever left the Academy at all, Vivius, if you’re so fond of impressing wide-eyed idiots with parlor tricks.”

Tamsin winces at Althea’s cruelty, but Vivius seems remarkably unfazed.  “Don’t mind the Keeper,” he says to Tamsin.  “She’ll be a different person once she gets her meal.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” says Althea.

As if on cue, the bartender emerges from the back room balancing three large plates on his arm, all filled to overflowing with foods that are unrecognizable to Tamsin.  She’s been so preoccupied, she barely even noticed her own hunger, but now her mouth waters, and her stomach aches.

The food is rich and heavy, not at all what Tamsin is used to.  She cannot identify a single thing on her plate—even the type of grain is unknown to her.  The meat is cooked in a way Tamsin could never have imagined—it seems to her to be covered in some sort of bread crumbs and cooked in a heavy oil.  When she wonders aloud at this ingenuity, she draws both Vivius and the bartender into conversation with her, and they happily explain the origin and preparation of each of the unfamiliar foods, and many others besides.

Althea continues to ignore them.  She eats her food at the other end of the bar in self-contained silence.

In spite of Althea’s coldness, Tamsin finds herself warming to Vivius.  He is friendly and forthcoming, and he doesn’t answer her questions with long, weighty pauses or meandering riddles that aren’t really answers at all.

“Keeper Althea mentioned that there aren’t very many new students at the moment,” Tamsin prompts him, attempting to sound casual.  To her left, she would swear she can almost feel Althea bristling, but Althea doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, well, it’s to be expected,” says Vivius.

“Why is that?”

“Well, because of the prophecy,” says Vivius, as though this should be obvious.  He takes a bite, evidently unaware that this warrants any further explanation.

“Prophecy?” Tamsin echoes.

Vivius looks up mid-bite, his eyes rendered somewhat comically wide by the thick lenses of his glasses.  He finishes his food and sputters, “Oh, goodness, forgive me, I really thought even the nonmagical knew about that.”

“Not me,” says Tamsin simply.

“Oh, well, uh—“ Vivius glances somewhat nervously toward Althea.  “I don’t know if I’m the best person to explain it.”

When Althea remains steadfastly silent, Vivius amends, “But I’ll do my best.”

He puts down his fork and steeples his fingers while he thinks.  “So, how to put this?  I think I ought to start by saying that the average person cannot actually confirm whether the prophecy really exists.”

“It does,” says Althea quietly.

“Right,” Vivius falters, “as I’ve said, the average person.  It’s important because interpretations vary widely the world over.  And of course, like all prophecies, the actual contents are extremely vague and open to interpretation.”

“What are the actual contents?” Tamsin asks.

Again Vivius glances hopefully toward Althea, but she keeps her counsel.

“The story goes,” Vivius continues cautiously, “that a child born at the crossroads of time will set the darkness free of its shackles.”

A moment’s silence follows.  “That’s it?” asks Tamsin.

Vivius nods.  “That’s it.”

In spite of her stony silence, Tamsin glances back toward Althea.  “But that’s hardly anything!  That doesn’t answer my question at all!”

Vivius chuckles.  “Yes, it is infuriating, isn’t it?”

“Why does that amount to no new students at the Academy?” Tamsin presses, not a little exasperated.

“Well, let’s break it down, shall we?” says Vivius, in the manner of a kindly schoolteacher.  “What do you suppose qualifies as a ‘crossroads of time?’”

Tamsin balks at him for a long moment before she even deigns to consider what he has said.  Nameless nobodies do not get much education in Godsplace, and it has been a long while since she was a student of anything.

“All right,” she sighs at last.  “I don’t know.  The start of a new year?  The changing of an Era?”

Vivius nods.  “Excellent guesses.  Also the most common interpretation.  Most people believe that this fabled child was born at the changing of the Era, perhaps even at the very turning of the year, right as the clock struck midnight.  If so, how old would that child be now?”

“Sixteen,” Tamsin answers easily.  The child would have been born in the same year as she.  “But then how—“

“And what sort of person do you imagine could manage a feat like breaking the darkness free from its shackles?  Someone ordinary?”

Tamsin falters.  “Well, no, I suppose not.”

“Almost certainly one of the Gifted, yes?” Vivius nods.

“Sure,” says Tamsin.  “But what does that even mean?  Setting the darkness free and all that?”

“Now that explanation I shall leave to your teachers at the Academy,” Vivius laughs.  “Suffice to say, there is darkness in this world, in a very literal sense.  It is a kind of magic not so very different from your own Gift.  Very powerful.  But dangerous.  Unpredictable.  It is said that once the darkness finds you, you can never truly be free of it, even if you manage to resist its whispers all the days of your life.”

Tamsin shivers involuntarily.

“No one knows exactly what it means, setting the darkness free of its shackles.  How could we?  Scholars may theorize, but they are going off of next to nothing, little more than stories almost as old as time itself.  But a world plunged into darkness does not sound very appealing on its face, now, does it?”

“Well, no,” says Tamsin uncertainly.

“As I’ve said, interpretations abound the world over, most of them probably wildly inaccurate.  But nearly everyone agrees on one thing: the prophecy cannot come to pass.  It would destroy the world as we know it.”

Such heady concepts are, for the moment, wholly beyond Tamsin’s comprehension.  She is more focused on one simple matter.  “You still haven’t answered my question,” she points out.

Vivius laughs, abashed.  “No, I suppose I haven’t.  There may be many reasons that so few young ladies of your age have made their way to the Academy.  Many have likely been hunted down and killed, as, I’m given to understand, is the practice in Godsplace.  Many, I expect, are in hiding, hesitant to submit themselves to the Academy’s scrutiny.”

Tamsin considers this, her mind reeling.  “Because, what?  What would happen?  To this…person the prophecy speaks of?”

“Well, that’s the thing, isn’t it?” says Vivius with a shrug.  “How can they know?  Public opinion on the matter is not generous, to say the least.”

“Should I be worried, then?” Tamsin wonders.  The idea had not occurred to her.

“Well, I don’t know,” says Vivius.  “You were born at the changing of the Era, but when?”

Tamsin shrugs.  “Sometime in the summer.  I’m not sure exactly.”

Vivius nods, as if that is the end of it.  “Well, then, it’s unlikely you’ll run into any problems at all.  The prophecy is open to interpretation, of course, but these things tend toward the dramatic.  To that end, perhaps we’ll start seeing more new students sooner than later, now that the timing is off.”

They fall into silence after that, Tamsin consumed by her thoughts, and the others concerned with their food.  When they have all cleaned their plates, the bartender comes to collect them, and he tells Althea that he has prepared another room for Tamsin.

‘Wonderful,” says Althea, offering the bartender a smile and a nod as she accepts her keys.  “Thank you.”  For the first time since they arrived, she looks at Tamsin.  “I’ll be turning in now.  Shall I show you to your room?”

“All right,” says Tamsin, trying very hard not to scramble to her feet.  “Good night, Vivius,” she says.  “Will I see you again soon?”

“It’s been a pleasure, Tamsin,” says Vivius with a wave.  “I’ll be heading out before dawn, but come and find me when you make your way to the Academy, won’t you?”

Tamsin nods, and she feels distinctly relieved to have at least one friend to look forward to at the mysterious Academy.  She turns around to find that Althea has just barely waited for her, and quickly scrambles to follow Althea through a small doorway and up a narrow staircase.  Outside, the moon is uncommonly bright, and it casts strange shadows through the open window.  The stairs shift and creak ominously beneath her feet, and the banister feels ready to work itself loose.

When they reach the second floor, Tamsin dares to speak up.  “May I ask you something?”

“You may,” says Althea.

“You don’t seem to like Vivius much,” says Tamsin.

Althea glances over her shoulder.  “Is that a question?”

Tamsin averts her gaze, embarrassed.  “Well, am I wrong?” she wonders self-consciously.  “Why don’t you like him?”

Perhaps Tamsin could have anticipated the way Althea weighs her question with a heavy sigh.  She stops in front of a door in the middle of the hallway and produces a key.  She ushers Tamsin inside and closes the door behind them before she even begins to answer.

“It’s not exactly that I don’t like Vivius,” says Althea at last.  “But have you ever in your life heard of a man with the Gift?  Even in stories?”

“Well, no,” Tamsin admits.  “It is strange to think of, but…”

“Strange, yes.  Almost unheard of,” says Althea.  “The thing that troubles me is that no one seems to know how it happens.  I mentioned to you earlier that the Gift is hereditary?  Not so with men, at least as far as anyone can tell.  Which is not very far at all, since there are maybe a handful total, in all of history.”

“Even still,” says Tamsin hesitantly, “you make it sound like it’s his fault.”

“As I’ve said, I’ve nothing against Vivius specifically,” says Althea curtly.  “But I do not trust his magic, nor do I support allowing a man into the Academy, no matter his talents.  He could just as easily go across the water, where he would be welcomed.”

Tamsin considers this.  “Do…others feel as you do?” she wonders.  “Other Keepers, I mean?”

To her surprise, Althea chuckles.  “You think my views are unusual?”

Tamsin averts her gaze.  “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“But you disagree.”

“Well.”  Tamsin doesn’t know enough to agree or disagree.  She likes Vivius, but she trusts Althea.  She fiddles with the strap of her traveling bag.

“Opinions on the matter are mixed at the Academy,” Althea elaborates at last, with surprising good humor.  “Which, as it happens, is another reason for my objection.  Vivius’s mere presence at the Academy is the subject of endless debate, all of it a colossal waste of time.   There are far more important matters.”

“Like the prophecy?” Tamsin wonders, before she has fully decided to speak.

Althea sighs.  Again, she looks a little amused.  “It’s not as though I’m keeping things from you on purpose, Tamsin,” she says.  “There’s a lot to take in.  And frankly, the prophecy is not the sort of thing a new initiate should be most worried about.”

Still, Tamsin cannot help but ask, “You said earlier that…that you know it’s real.  You know it exists.”

“Yes, well,” Althea averts her gaze.  “I am among the lucky few.”  The light from the full moon catches in her eyes, and Tamsin is reminded of the way they glowed when she used her Gift.

Tamsin considers this.  “Is that why you came to Godsplace?” she wonders.

Althea quirks a brow at her.  “After a fashion,” she says.

“Is that why the burnings happen?” Tamsin presses.  “Because of the prophecy?”

“Not exactly,” says Althea.  “Godsplace has a long history of archaic practices.  But I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the reason you’ve noticed them happening more frequently.”

“Then…”  Again Tamsin fidgets uncomfortably with the strap of her bag.  “Then there are people in Godsplace who know about it?”  Could Bryce have known?  Would he keep something like that from her?

“Perhaps.  But this is all pure speculation, you understand.  I came to Godsplace because I heard about the burnings and I had a feeling I should go and try to intervene.  As it turned out, my feeling was about you.”

“Me?” Tamsin echoes, stunned.

“Well, yes,” says Althea, as though it were obvious.  “Following my intuition led me right to you in your hour of need, after all.  And I’d have allowed you to stay and say a proper farewell if I felt we had the time.”

“But…” Tamsin stammers.  “But I thought you said you came to Godsplace because of the prophecy.”

“I did,” says Althea.  “I’ve been traveling trying to find anyone who fits the description.”

“But I don’t fit the description,” says Tamsin.

Althea hums.  “No, not exactly.  Nevertheless, you are a Gifted who would likely have been put to the flame without my intervention.  An equally worthy cause, I should think.”

Tamsin shivers.  “But then…why are you looking for the prophecy?” she wonders.  “What will you do?”

Althea considers this.  “It’s more about what I will not do, if I’m being honest.  Many would see the prophesied child dead, as if something so banal would put an end to all the world’s problems.  If I can find her, I would spare her from that fate, and see that she is properly trained.”

“Why?” Tamsin asks.  “Would it be better?  Would that avert the prophecy?”

“I cannot know for certain,” says Althea.  “In many ways I am as much in the dark as anyone else.  But is it not better to try to avert such a prophecy with the power of reason?  With information and preparation?  Rather than expecting brute force to unmake the delicate weave of fate?”

Tamsin doesn’t know what to say to that.

“I would not see what is sure to be a talented young lady put to the flame before she can even realize her potential,” says Althea with a small smile.  “And I mean that as much for you as I do for the prophesied child, whoever she may be.  What happens after that is another matter, best left for when the time comes.”

Tamsin nods slowly.  Perhaps Althea is right, after all, and she has asked for more knowledge than she is ready to handle.  It is a lot to take in.

Althea pats her shoulder.  “Get some rest, Tamsin.“

It is perhaps a mercy that Tamsin is so unfathomably tired.  Her head is spinning, and on any other night, the brightness of the moon might have kept her awake thinking until her time for sleep had passed.  But almost as soon as she lays down, she feels herself drifting off.  In her dreams, she is being led into the Town Square all tied up with heavy rope, but she is not afraid.  She knows the flame cannot touch her anymore.

[gothamslostboy]

The Lost Boys (Marko & Dwayne)

Love Languages <3

DAVID&PAUL MICHAEL&STAR

Marko

Giving:

Gifts

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Physical touch

Quality time

He wants you to know that he thinks about you when apart, but thinks it’s too cheesy to actually say

So gifts it is!

He’s like a cat: he just takes whatever items he got for you and leaves it on your bed he also hisses at ppl but that’s not the point

If it’s a poly relationship he leaves a little note, even though he’s the only one that doesn’t hand it to you

If he’s being honest, he just really likes stealing things & making you happy adds to the thrill

He makes a mental note if you say that certain patches in a store look cool bc he wants to make you a jacket

The thing he hated most about his human life was how everyone just saw him as a troublemaking hothead, and never wants any partner of his to feel the way he did

He’s very supportive of new hobbies and interest

“Yo, you made this babe? Am I/(are) we dating a genius or what Paul?”

He’s like Paul in that he calls you nicknames most of the time, but still calls you at least a version of your name at times

He’s very happy to do things for the ppl he loves bc it means they trust him enough to ask

He and David get along especially well bc of this

The only times he might say no is if it’s an errand to close to sunrise, if he’s focused on art, or if he’s pissed at you

But he will eventually do it if he can afterwards

“Don’t worry Angel, your amazing boyfriend will take care of it”

Like Paul, he doesn’t care about any reputation & wants ppl to know you’re together

But sometimes you gotta let the man be

He won’t go too far in public, but he will do enough to earn some eye rolls from older crowd members

If he sees them he makes a note to “deal with them later”

In the cave, as long as Laddies not there he doesn’t care who sees

He likes to sleep between your legs with his head on your stomach(if you’re on a bed)

If you’re sleeping while hanging he chooses a random person to snuggle up close

The day the frog brothers came was the only time he didn’t

“Aww geez can you guys go somewhere else? I’m trying to eat here” “fuck off Mikey, there’s more places to eat around here!”

Marko doesn’t like most peaceful activities

Sitting together doing separate things in silence? He can already feel himself falling asleep

The only exception is drawing, but he still wants to talk with you

“Wanna see David in a sombrero? How about Star as Wonder Woman?”

If it is quality time, he wants to do activities WITH you or add one of the other love Languages to the mix

Receiving:

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Physical touch

Gifts

Quality time

Like I said before, Marko had a bad time in his human life, so when you give him compliments he is over the moon

Especially if it’s not just physical compliments, though they’re also appreciated

If you like his art he might cry with joy

Then bribe you not to tell anyone he did

If he’s upset at himself, all he wants is someone to notice he’s trying his best

I hc that he is trans, so masculine nicknames do the trick

“Hey handsome, how’s it going?” “I love you Angel” he proceeds to stick his tongue down your throat

He really appreciates ppl doing things for him bc he used to be on his own for the most part

It still amazes him anytime anyone does something for him w/o expecting something in return

“So you just, decided to get the food for everyone so I wouldn’t have to stop drawing?”

When Star pieced his ear for him is when he first wanted David to turn her

He loves when you hug him for no reason

Hell he loves when anybody from the cave wants to hug him

Even Michael

It sends chills down his spine if you kiss below his ear

Every. Single. Time.

If you show him physical attention in public like an arm around him or a kiss, he can’t help but smile

He does need physical space at times and as long as you respect it when he tells you he won’t be annoyed

He likes patches and art supplies you give him

Maybe some jewelry

But overall just feels bad when you get him big/expensive things even though he does it all the time

“I know I stole you 10 things yesterday but this is a really nice shirt!”

He feels a little better if it’s stolen, but is still guilty that you risk getting in trouble for him

It makes him giddy at the same time

As long as it’s a small thing you know he likes, he gets excited and will immediately start thinking of how to incorporate it into his life

“Do you think Star would give be a second piercing so I could wear this at the same time?”

Again he needs activities you can do together and talk about

He really appreciates when you set up activities for him & you to do with some or all the other vampire ppl to do

Dwayne

Giving:

Quality time

Acts of service

Gifts

Physical touch

Words of affirmation

He’s a lot quieter than the other boys and I think that plays into how he shows love

Sitting together reading, listening to music, or just doing your own things is enough for him

He’d take his partners on bike rides separately, if it’s one of the boys he asks if they’d ride on the back of his bike

He wants you to know that you make him comfortable enough to let his guard down

If you don’t know how, he wants to teach you to drive a motorcycle

He’s like Marko: he sees you asking for things as trust

He likes doing things that you struggle with rather than little things

Have a hard time doing menial task? He made your bed and folded/ put away your laundry while you were out

Wants to make sure you’re alright and ur needs are met

Ok tbh, I struggled with the gift placement

I know it’s not low on the list, but it’s not high

He doesn’t so much get you things, but he will make you trinkets or help Marko customize clothes for you

He’s fine with PDA, he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

He does it more and more once you get to know each other

He likes to cuddle as long as you aren’t on top of him

He will lay on you though

Mostly just holds & kisses your hand if Laddie is nearby

Like I said, he’s a quiet guy

He does compliment and say your attractive, it’s just not that often

When someone he cares for is upset or stressed, he lets them know he’s proud of them

“It’s ok Marko, that guy was a jackass but I’m proud of you for not fighting him here, I’ll help you catch him for dinner”

Receiving:

Quality time

Gifts

Physical touch

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

He likes when you just plop down next to him on the couch and do your own thing

You chose him to be near and he loves that

If you surprise him with a date night just the two of you he’s thrilled

Even more happy when you do activities with him and Laddie (taking them to get comics, drawing, teaching laddie to skateboard)

It makes Dwayne feel special when you get him things, even if it’s stupid

“Look at this little stuffed animal I got for you. I know it’s not your thing, but come on it’s a bat on a skateboard!” Literally looks at your with heart eyes

Takes VERY good care of the things ppl give him

Paul ripped a page of a book David gave him once and the others had to hold him back for a while

He may be nervous about touching you, but LOVES when you touch him

Literally anything: jokingly punching his shoulder still makes him smile

Plz massage this boys head, he doesn’t even realize that he lets out a moan or a whimper sometimes

Likes when ppl hold his cheek and do the thumb swiping thing

He likes to arm wrestle ppl too, idk why

He likes being told he’s doing good bc he gets really in his head about messing up

He was painting something for Star and messed up the colors, she said it was still wonderful and can’t believe how much talent he had

She was lifted into a hug so fast and NOBODY expected it

Comments on his appearance such as calling him handsome makes him flustered

Normally just smiles, shakes his head a little, and says thanks

Overall prefers he just does things for you

You don’t need to do things for him, but he likes it

The first thing that made him see Star as a potential sister was her giving him his piercing bc he always wanted one but didn’t trust the boys or himself to do it

If he’s nervous about messing up and you help that’s when he’ll probably compliment you

[leoleolovesdc]

If I was to rewrite victorious Andre would be a cool trans guy who everyone in the school wants to go out w but hes actually secretly (not as much as he’d like to think, but still) pining for Cat, who’s actually aroace and pretty oblivious to his feelings, but she does entertain the thought of being w him which results in some silly situations like:

Cat: [kisses Andre on the cheek]

Cat (giggling): Sorry, I’m such a dork..

Andre: Thank you.

Cat: Huh?

Andre: [telling everything to the gang later]

Tori: Seriously?! “Thank you”??

Andre (sobbing in embarassment): I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, OKAY?

Tori would be this one highschool kid who has gone to one too many identity crisis in middle shool regarding her gender and sexuality and has simply given up on labeling themselves. When she comes to Hollywood arts and the coffee incident happens there’s no romantic or sexual tension w Beck whatsoever (but Jade still hates her out of spite), they become very good friends w Andre just like in the show, is also good friends w Cat and Robbie and forms this unapologetically gay rivalry w Jade.

Jade is basically the same, just maybe less cartoonishly evil?? Still a lot of anger issues, bisexual she/they energy. breaking things and scaring the shit out of ppl. She dates Beck by the beginning but they very obvsly dont get along and its js as delightful as it is annoying hearing them argue abt everything all the fcking time and rant abt how much they hate each other js to not break up (they will eventually, dw)

Beck is not changed much, just more consistent. Sarcastic pretty boy, good actor, very blunt and open about his feelings, simply impossible to scare (maybe that’s why he managed to date Jade for so long💀)

Robbie is js the same weirdo w a puppet, except in this he’d lean more into a asshole-nerd trope. Is a fucking cunt to everyone, probably has big ass crush on Beck that he’ll never admit, flirts w every girl he sees out of insecurity, etc.

In this concept Rex is pretty much his own person, but since Robbie is a jackass then they are over all more similar, Rex still “bullies” Robbie, but it’s slightly toned down as they probably enjoy the same kinda things, have more compatible personalities, etc. Robbie’s js more awkward about… welll, everything.

Trina is still Trina, except we’d treat her like a actual character and not some “look, she’s bad at singing” joke

Cat is similar to her early seasons’ version, she is kinda dumb, volatile and weird but not completely out of it. She kind of knows how to play people (especially boys) to get what she wants. Most of her dumbness would actually be translated into obliviousness, Cat doesn’t notice thiings, she’s always in her own world and doesn’t rlly care abt “normal” things

In this Andre and Tori are best friends (none of the og chow fuckery where they claim beck and andre r besties somehow)

Cat and Robbie are completely platonic on Cat’s side while Robbie makes a few moves on her once in a while (w/o any intention of actually dating her)

Jade and Tori are just gay. I can’t really explain any way else. It’s the same as in the show, just more explicitly gay. Like, in the way where Jade probably goes out of her way to make Toris life miserable but gets very mad whenever someone else does it (shes probably screamed “only i can make her life living hell” at students in hollywodd arts more than once). Tori is also meaner to jade in retaliation, but theyre both kind of into fighting each other so its not rlly that much of a rivalry and more of a amusing thing. Theyre also weirdly jealous of each other. Jade chases people down the hall with scissors whenever someone makes a move on Tori

Beck and Tori are 100% platonic, they hang out more than they did in the show (which fuels jades bother w them in the beginning) but remain abt the same level of closeness

Jade is.. less mean to Cat. Like they dont find bothering her as funny bc she js doesnt understand it and it ends up being meaningless, thats kind of the only reason they manage to get along

Cat and Beck r pretty much the same as the show, still kinda big bro and lil sis dynamic

Cat and Tori are like the girlies ever. They go shopping together, gossip abt everything and everyone bc they know that no one else likes listening to them

Beck is pretty chill, w Robbie, who as I said, is kinda gay for him, theyre not that close but also not not-friends

Andre and Beck are very close, they fight a lot abt silly stuff but always make up and go back to being bros in less than a day

Robbie is kinda mean to Tori but theyre twice as mean back so they make it work🫶

Jade intimidates the shit outta Robbie, he is a jackass to everyone except her bc he knows he’ll get his dick chopped off if he tries anything funny

I already expanded on Andre and Cat’s dynamic, so yeah

Idk why am i even writing this but here it is

[lansplaining]

*rocks up to the fandom meme mad late with drip coffee i made in my own home even though its like 10pm*

sometimes i see posts that express some intense general feeling about my dude, lan wangji. intense like or dislike, extreme affection or disdain, you know, the usual. and – with the exception of people who are super blatant side character fans who are expressing the opinion they adopted from their fav side character – i don’t really believe any of these strong emotion claims (ppl who are actively roleplaying jiang cheng or lan jingyi i believe you i promise pls).

(beginning hyperbolic generalizations in 3,2,1-) as a group fandom just does not ponder lan wangji enough for me to believe many of them actually care the way the suggest they do, and when they do he doesn’t stay the topic of conversation for long. sure, they might start a post about his traumas and woes about his parents and his beloved but strict grumpy uncle but that post will swiftly slide to xichen and the way he approaches relationships and then it turns into 3zun and that turns into Mess lol. maybe they’ll start with how he was raised but don’t be fooled! that is actually just the opportunity to complain about the evil lan sect and all its controlling rules in a trench coat. if you find a post about his relationship with his brother then what you’ve actually found is a post about the tension between the nie bros, the trauma amongst the siblings jin, or Whatever Is Happening In Lotus Pier and the Twin Jades of Lan are actually just there as a comparison point in paragraph three of the essay. more often than any of this, if you think a post is about lan zhan, blink, and it will be wangxian before you hit the author’s note/tags.

secondly, if the fic isn’t a lwj-centric fic then lwj tends to be 1) an objective window into the story, a reliable narrator you can trust to give you the plot with no opinions, thoughts, or feelings about what’s happening 2) a Voice of Judgement an author can use to berate a character they’re mad at with the idea that hanguang-jun can get away with that with minimal fall out and is Convincingly Convicting enough to change the character’s behavior 3) a plot-hole filler – you don’t have to explain why something is true is lwj says it bc he never lies and he probably knows more than you. it’s the maple leaf in the Xuanwu cave over and over 4) a treat for wwx. you don’t have to like lwj or let him speak, just have him in the background for wwx to kiss and beg money from occasionally.

i have to say I’m not /bothered/ by this. i have enough lwj brainrot for all of us I don’t need other people’s thoughts and headcanons i have my own and a corner of fandom that supports me in these things. i know a lot of it is bc mxtx made him all ~mysterious. i just think its funny when people speak so strongly on the guy as if they think of him ever for real at all.

this is fascinating. obviously I spend my times in the JGY/xiyao corners of the fandom, but I am probably one of the people you are talking about in some ways!! i fucking love lan wangji, i experience extreme Feelings about him regularly and he's the reason i fell in love with CQL and ended up on this downward spiral into madness

but if i tried to make a post about him it would be like, 'u know when CQL wangji says 'are there rules already written for everything in the world?' and it permanently altered my brain chemistry? (hand gestures)'. my position on lan wangji is no thoughts, only internal yelling.

however, i think all the patterns you're noticing are so right, especially when it comes to fic. when it comes to meta i sort of get it-- wangji doesn't feel like he NEEDS explanations, he's the main love interest! other characters need their arcs and interests and personalities excavated, whereas his is surely just right out there. but it isn't!

[vizthedatum]

I need to straight up admit it. I am easily used by people, and I’ve let it happen too many times. This is the most recent incident. At least it didn’t last years.

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My ex-friend - she used me. I met her this year and I just wanted to help. I didn’t intend to be best friends, and I didn’t intend to be so involved. She needed help, and I could help so I did. I don’t regret any of the help I gave her.

And then she proceeded to try to have me all for herself. She started with my sanity. She would ignore me when I wanted to leave a hang out. She would video-call me multiple times a day even when I said that I usually schedule out video calls and stuff with most people, including my brother, unless it was for emergencies. I need notice for video-calls. I’m often really low spoons for stuff like that unless I plan it out.

She started commenting heavily on my relationships. And she used information I told her while being vulnerable about my life to influence my security I felt with my ex-gfs.

She tried telling me who I should date even though the people she pointed out where NOT MY TYPE nor was I interested.

She offered multiple forms of unsolicited help that I didn’t need or want. She tried giving me medical advice when quite frankly, I know more medical stuff than her… and I already have the care I need. (While she doesn’t have the care she needs)

She then decided to convince me to leave my job to do what she thought would be right for me. And while I definitely had a play in this - I reminded her that it was ultimately my decision. She thinks she was masking and being clever when I decided to pursue my own goals - but I know she thought I was fucking up. It was so offensive.

She kept misgendering me feigning ignorance about queerness - ultimately she told me she never believed that I was trans:

She kept misgendering my ex-spouse - which is okay a couple times when ppl are getting to know pronouns and stuff. However, she didn’t care and kept doing it. My ex might have been an asshole but they deserve to have their identity respected - everyone does. My ex is a trans/non-binary asshole, not a cis asshole :)

She told me that my current partnership (which is one of the healthier friendships and partnerships I’ve had in a long while where we dated for a couple months before being partners - where my partner and I try really hard to be honest and loving to each other without falling into codependency) was going to be a “tower relationship” only after they apparently didn’t want to babysit her child for A WEEK like she wanted them too.

She fucking made up lies about my ex-gf by telling me violent things that she was going to do triggering my trauma responses when I was sad about her being ill - it was so random. I was upset about my ex-gf’s ex (who was abusive) and just emotional bc it was around my divorce - and she just went off on me. It messed me up. It made me question my ex-gf when I was already trying to process a bunch of complicated feelings about her ex.

She kept pressuring me into violent killing fantasies about people in my past - and not for fun or absurdity - but for real. I told her no.

She told me that she thought the only way she thought I would hang out with her (which I did - I made A FUCKTON OF TIME FOR HER) was if she were fucking me. This is ridiculous because I don’t just hang out with people who are fucking me. Additionally, I have never expressed sexual interest nor do I want to fuck her. Literally haven’t done anything with her except hug her platonically.

She called one of my oldest friends since I was fourteen who is literally one of the original queer platonic partners/friends I’ve had… a bitch.

She tried to discredit all my legitimate friendships just so she could have me and my time all to herself. And I wrote it off initially because I thought it was flattery.

She stole my hair. And thought I wouldn’t notice - honestly I don’t fucking care because any spell or anything she does to me won’t stick because it’s not rooted in any form of reality. Hah.

She’s generally transphobic. Not only does she not believe I’m trans, she declared in front of my two trans friends that trans women couldn’t really be women since they can’t give birth. Then I told her that I literally know trans women who would give up everything to be able to do that. And then she told me that they wouldn’t be able to handle the pain. Honestly what a pointless argument.

She constantly would try to rope me into commitments and projects with her that I couldn’t do or had no time to do. Then would argue with me when I put up boundaries.

She would pressure me into calling her when I was sick and didn’t want to talk.

She owes me at least 200 dollars that I expected back (not counting money that I gave her freely - so I don’t expect that back).

Our friendship according to her fell apart when I didn’t plan her entire birthday day and spend it with her. I had blocked off from 9am - 6pm with an optional 8pm - midnight time slot SPECIFICALLY for her birthday. I had asked her a couple of times what she wanted to do, and she didn’t tell me until a few days prior what she wanted (she wanted to shoot guns - which if she listened to my boundaries, she’d know it’s something that I’m triggered by and while I’m open to it, I could not just do it with that short of a notice). I had already planned to take her out for a meal and maybe do a rage room or shopping or something else fun. And I was going to take her to see a movie later that night with another friend because… she wanted more friends :/

I don’t even spend an entire birthday day like that with friends or partners in our age group because… I literally am not used to that expectation, and I don’t have the time/money/energy to do that. Plus I was just getting to know her. Like even for my brother, I’d plan a dinner and movie/outing. For one of my exes birthdays (his 30th), I planned a surprise party at a restaurant - and that was big for me.

She said that since I didn’t block out the whole entire day that I don’t know how friendship worked… :/ that I didn’t care about her.

And I honestly wish that was all of it.

But more than anything, I honestly wish I would have left sooner than I did. I’m glad I did. I’m glad the friendship ended because I kept standing up for myself.

[dancedance-resolution]

oh my god so much fucking info has come to light from this exit interview - my boss spoke very freely bc HES GOING TO BE PUTTING IN HIS NOTICE ON SUNDAY TOO FOR NEARLY ALL THE SAME REASONS I AM LMAO.

some highlights:

he was going to talk to me about how i handled “the ultimatum conversation” with the owner and i was like. bro do you want to know my side of that story (bc i was too terrified to tell him when it originally happened bc the owner was genuinely pissed at me). so i tell him how it goes and he was like oh! she genuinely straight up fucking lied to me then about how that went.

SHE FOUND OUT A FEW DAYS BEFORE I QUIT THAT I HAD BEEN TALKING TO PPL ABOUT SALARIES LOL. according to sam the reason she called me into her office that day was not bc i had requested to speak to her - apparently she had forgotten about that. she was going to call me in to write me up for talking about salaries lol. and my boss was like be careful bestie bc that’s illegal and i’m like 😎 it’s illegal for a manager to ask previous salary in an interview but as i understand it it is Very Legal for me to ask my fellow workers

i’m very very confused how she found out though bc i have been talking to ppl about salaries since day fucking one, nearly a year ago lol. and i haven’t really talked to anyone about it recently??? like why did she find out Just Now. (also it’s hilarious that i got away with it for so long lol i fucking love that for me.) my current theory is that quinn (my coworker who currently lives with the owner - HUGE ethical issue imo bc if she needs to ask for a raise or make a complaint or do anything to rock the boat, she risks not only losing her paycheck but her housing) offhandedly mentioned that we had talked about it to one of the owner’s kids, thinking nothing of it, and then one of the owner’s kids ratted on me. i have my very biased suspicion of who lol but that’s not based on any evidence, just my own grievances against her lol.

so much more shit came to light and you know what i’m living. i feel a little bit thrown about the whole I Was About To Be Written Up For Talking Salaries but now that i’ve had time to think about it i’m genuinely hoping it was an accident bc i am sure none of my coworkers who i have talked to would do that to me. i trust them. i have to or else i’d be a “no one is your friend everyone is looking out for themself and wants to fuck you over” republican lol

[m0tel6mxzzy]

Heyyyy!!! I’ve followed you for a while cause generally I’ve always loved your aesthetic, but recently I went through the skins tag (it’s my current special interest) and saw that you were a fairly frequent contributor to the tag and also one of the few people who actually likes the show in an analytical way which made me so happy! (I’ve had to sift through so much toxic stuff to find people who are normal in that tag lmao) - sincerely, a fellow Cassie defender who wants proana freaks to get their freaky little fingernails off of her.

i’m gonna cry 😭😭😭 i’m really glad to hear that. that really warms my heart because i never see cassie as just her ed or mental illness. i think when it comes to skins, to me it’s “realistic fiction” on screen rather than in a book, so while yes it is fiction, stuff like what happened to cassie or effy can occur irl, and their plummeting mental health and people around them being affected by it in various ways isn’t ideal or glamorous. i feel the same way abt effy as someone who’s recovered from depression-her and cassie’s finales give me hope that you can manage mental illness if given the proper resources.

i think many pro-ed ppl think of cassie and see this character w an ed who gets attention for being sick, so obviously they want the same thing, bc ed’s thrive off of attention in some cases. but if u look closely, it only causes her to further regress into her illness because that’s what it does. it wants attention, but also to not be resolved. cassie has no idea how to cope with a disorder that gives her a false sense of happiness one minute, then loneliness the next. so even if her friends do care about her, they can’t actually help her or make her better-but by the end of the series cassie carves out her own plan toward recovery, especially for the sake of caring for her brother. she does it for herself, not for sid or anyone else not guaranteed to be in her life. because she knows later on that she deserves better.

cassie was sweet and bubbly, but learned to stand up for herself and find self reliance as she got older, and that’s what i adore about her. reducing her to her ed inherently washes away her development. i also notice pro ed ppl in the skins tag as well which is bothersome, because if they did watch the show, cassie is miserable because of her ed and the isolation it brings her. same w effy and her depression.