#ooc for ts

[yourgirlsarchived]

The good: Book work is almost complete. Scheduled release via Amazon for 15 Sept. 

The bad: I’m a useless ball of anxiety because I’m freaking out at the idea everyone will hate this. 

[stargirlo]

𝓜EET THE FUSHIGURO'S — ( 𝕿 ) OJI FUSHIGURO │ "dear babygirl, i'm sorry that your father is not active inside your world." (angst)

not everyone has such a perfect life, but not everyone has such a complex life. things aren't meant to go in a straight line, but things also aren't meant to be in a bumpy ride. everything felt like a maze, trying to find a way to escape this hell hole without any blocks or bumps coming into life — your life, toji's life. everyone has goals, everyone has dreams, everyone can achieve some of their goals and dreams, but some of them don't. and it's fucking hard to overcome that.

being in a relationship with toji fushiguro, ah, toji fushiguro. you aren't married to him but somehow you managed to birth out two beautiful children, first being a beautiful baby boy, megumi fushiguro. he's identical to toji, same hair, same facial features, everything looked alike between the two. in the next few years, a beautiful baby girl now came into the world, tsumiki fushiguro. personality wise, she's just like you, a kind-hearted soul, a sweet girl who should be held with care. you know those stickers that are added to packages when you buy something that can break easily; "fragile. handle with care." yeah, that's tsumiki, and you.

even if the family of four didn't have all the luxury, they say that it's the littlest things that can balm your shell.

remember how you used to be so fragile, so kind, and so, so sweet. well that wasn't permanent, and it was only temporary as soon as toji was on and off with family. you know he's working, but you don't know what or who he's working for or who he's even working with. even a man can have his own struggles; but what kind? gambling problems? drinking problems? pill-popping and spending problems? bad with money? only toji knows.

"mama when is daddy coming back?" "is daddy gonna come to my ninth birthday?" "are we gonna watch frozen with daddy?" "is daddy gonna help us with our timetables?"

those questions tire you because you don't know, you really don't. you wish you could explain where he's at, but with so little information and so little contact, you don't know where the fuck that man is.

until this one night where you left yourself and toji into shambles.

carefully leaving your bed in which tsumiki and megumi are currently sleeping in, you set yourself off to leave and relax on the living room. it took some time for the kids to sleep, it took more time for you to even sleep despite having to wake up early for work tomorrow.

not until the jangling keys were hear through the front door, and the loud creak audibly heard across the hallway and onto the living room. he's here. you looked across the room just to make sure it was him, even though you know it is him because he's the only one that has a spare apartment key to his own place. or rather your place now.

"the fucking nerve," you grumble under your breath, a vein almost popping out of your skin. getting up from the couch you came up to him, the reeking scent of alcohol lingered just two feet away from you. the musky scent of sweat and dirt combined with such a foul smell that made your whole face twist and scrunch. eye bags were visible, hair disheveled and greasy, lips chapped, breath probably smelling horrible, and clothes needing to be washed asap. he's a fucking mess.

"mm- what? 'm home..." he spoke lowly, scratching his head as he always kept up his nonchalant nature. one of his hands held a medium sized plastic bag, hanging lazily between his fingers. "yeah no shit." you said sternly, arms crossing in disbelief as your eyes followed all over him like he was some sort of homeless person. "what's up with you? why're mad, babe..?" he cocked a brow, energy low and definitely not in the mood to hear your constant babbling.

you scoffed. what is up with you anyway? is he fucking with you? "what's up with me is that you didn't come home in almost about a month. you look like a fucking mess and you smell like absolute shit." now the jet black haired man knew that shit was getting serious, the way you're just talking to him like that, and the way you're saying that he smells like shit. he needs to tighten up because your points are right about him. "what a nice way to welcome me back, thought i was expecting a kiss or sumn'–"

"are you kidding me, toji? showing up at midnight and acting all nonchalant and shit. you don't understand how fucking worried i was for you? even the kids were asking me about you, keeping them on their toes everyday without any news from you and praying that you'll be okay. do you understand what you are fucking putting me through just now? work was the only thing being up my ass and now there are multiple other things that i have in my hands and in my care." you rasped, eyebrows pinching together as frustration slowly seeped into your nerves, holding back the urge to lash at him. "instead of you, the man of the house, having all the courage to take care of its family, you fucking destroy it. fucking us all up." your hands ball into fists, the whole scene turning into a tense argument.

"you should've been teaching megumi his timetables, or maybe watching frozen with tsumiki. you missed out on my baby girl's birthday, she just turned nine and i could tell that her birthday wish was for you to come back." slowly, your voice started to crack, salty tears welling up your dropping eyes. "and what have you been doing during those times where i've worked my ass off overtime at a fucking convenient store? huh? i'm so tired, toji, and i bet you are too. but the way you're just unexpectedly showing up when you're the reason you've put me at my lowest is fucking unacceptable." you spat, a streak of tear running down your cheek. toji exhales deeply, knowing how you feel and it was actually his fault that you turned out this way. guilt and frustration washes through him, not having any other excuse about his absence.

"look, the point is that 'm here now. and i promise that i won't leave without letting you know, i promise i'll build a connection with our kids–" and then again, you interrupted his promises. "promise? hah– you? promising something that you'll do again? make up your fucking mind, toji. you broke our promises, you said that you'll marry me someday; that's a fucking lie. you said you'll get payed more and pay off our bills; that's also a fucking lie because you're using that shit to buy rum and gamble out the money that could save our life. look at you, fucking pathetic. you're embarrassing yourself at this point because i know what your true intentions are, toji. are you still popping pills to keep yourself at your feet? did you fuck whores at a brothel while you're at it?" those bitter and heartless words have left toji in shock, of course it has, you know him well and clear — like he was an open book to you.

"did you buy tsumiki the barbie doll that she asked for a few months ago? or did you gamble that money?" you asked, tilting your head slightly as your expression was evident that you were not buying this. "because i know for sure that i was counting pennies at the grocery store to buy that fucking toy for tsumiki–" you spat, holding back from having a psychotic episode before toji's gruff voice interrupted you now. "don't speak like that if you're going to mention our daughter." he gives off a warning, but you could only scoff at disbelief at it, why's he all of a sudden caring so much? "our daughter? no no no, you barely did shit for her and now you're trying to be on your goody-two-shoes to act like you care about our daughter? where were you when i gave birth to her, huh? where were you when i gave birth to megumi?" your voice echoed through the hallway, the argument getting louder that the kids would probably hear it.

"megumi, why's mommy yelling?" tsumiki asked in a hoarse voice, waking up to the ruckus happening outside of the bedroom. megumi softly hushed the little girl, placing his hands that are slightly bigger than hers to her ears, muffling your shouts and derogatory words. "it's gonna be okay, she's just talking to daddy..." he murmured reassuringly, hiding the fact that he's on the edge of tearing up after finding out the truth about the absence of his father.

"you're acting like you did most of the work when you haven't been on my shoes." toji stated, his stomach twisting at the fact that you bought up the way he wasn't with you during labor. "because i did most of the work you dickhead! you barely didn't show up for your own family, for your own lover who was giving birth to your fucking kids! how would you think i was feeling during that time toji?! squeezing the nurses hand instead of yours while i was popping my ass off to give you two beautiful kids into this shitty life!" you shouted, already having a mental breakdown as more tears bubbled within your lower lashline. "you never open about yourself, you never show any ounce of affection ever since we had kids, you never did the bare minimum to show that you still love us! you're a fucking disappointment toji! you don't know nothing about taking care of things. waking up the kids? know nothing about that. teaching them basic human decency? know nothing about that. telling them to pray? know nothing about that. taking them to school? you know nothing about that." and that was the breaking point. the plastic bad dropped down to the floor as his calloused hands quickly loomed over to you to grab you at your shoulders.

"call me a disappointment one more time 'n see what fucking happens." he shook you like you were mentally ill, thinking that some sense would come to your mind. but could you let him get this physical with you? fuck no. "don't touch me you freak!" you squealed, hands that are smaller than his large ones grab his wrists as an attempt to pull away from his embrace. "can you take a second to understand what i've been going through?! jesus... haven't had a single moment to express myself for just a fucking minute." he grunts, the grip on your shoulders loosening up as he wasn't daring himself to even hurt you. no way.

"and what do you have to say to this, huh?! stop trying to figure out a useless excuse so that i could come back to you like nothing happened." you sniffled through your nose, soft hiccups eliciting through your slightly swollen lips. "please just hear me out–" toji exclaims, showing an ounce of vulnerability that he wasn't planning on expressing. "no! take your fucking shit and leave this goddamn place," you quickly push him away from your personal bubble, grasping the plastic bag and slamming it at his chest. "you're nothing but a fucking deadbeat who doesn't even deserve to be called a 'father'." and with that, he's standing by the front doorway, mentality absolutely destroyed as his face uttuerly grew pale. this was it. this was over.

"if you weren't raised in such a fucked up clan, maybe you shouldn't have been such a shit dad."

-

the aftermath of the argument left toji having a hole to his stomach. it was like daggers were digging deeper and deeper into his gut. what you yelled and screamed at him for was probably right, maybe he is a shit father; maybe he was born in a fucked up family and turned out this way. the plastic bag swung between his thick fingers, walking like a kicked puppy in the rain as he was lost in his thoughts.

a nearby trash can was visible along his way, now carelessly throwing away the bag and discarding it with the rest of the trash and pests that were there. what was in that bag anyway? take-out? alcohol? meds? no. they were two gifts that megumi and tsumiki were asking for a few months ago. a pretty blonde barbie doll in her pink little dress, and a few stacks of digimon cards. all of that went to waste.

meet the fushiguro's.

note: phewww, that was a lot. updating my masterlist tmrw. have a good night everyoneeeeeeeeee.

⠀( OWNED BY ) STARGIRLO.

do not plagiarize any of my works , translate them , or repost them anywhere around any other social media platform . thank you .

[monpalace]

time and warriors. reader is significantly taller than the chain (they are at hip height). no pronouns used (you/your). non-graphic mentions of blood. can be read as romantic or platonic. time and warriors teasing reader. 700 words.

The hiss that echos through the streets is more than enough to pull the Links away from the shopkeep's wares to where you stood just outside the small building.

The Link who had kept your attention off the doorframe and on him, Warriors, was quick to pull you down to his height by the elbow and sit you down.

"I called door, didn't I?" He lets out a quiet huff while gently coaxing your hand away from the flowering bruise across the bridge of your nose. The frown on his face deepens upon seeing a trail of blood already falling down your lips and to your chin. "You didn't hear me?"

"In my defense," you swallow, voice already taking on a nasally tone. Your eyes were screwed closed, doing your best to ignore that pain by focusing on his voice. "You were late and didn't bother making it any clearer."

Even if you couldn't see him, you could imagine the way he rose his brow. "Oh really?"

You hum to the best of your ability, flinching away when the vibrations of it shift your nose too much for your liking. "Really," you sigh back, lips pulling back into a sneer when Warriors taps your nose as though a ghost. "Your— stop— story about the barracks was too engaging for my own good."

He laughs, pulling his hands away when feather-light footsteps approach. Based on the way they were accompanied by the purposeful shifting of armor, you know it's Time with a red potion already in hand.

Warriors steps around so he's instead at your side. His hands reach out so they're just shy of your biceps. "It's nothing too bad," he relays, voice airy as he reaches a hand up to your shoulder blades, nudging you forward so Time could better reach you. "I've seen children with worse injuries."

Time sucks his tongue. "Again?"

"Not again," you scoff, flinching again when the vibrations reaches your nose again. Time is quick to grab your chin and tilt your head back, pressing the mouth of the bottle to your lip. "The roof is too tall. All the others have been stomach-height."

"You're a giant!" Warriors' hand pats your arm comfortingly. He wipes away droplets of blood and water with his glove, grinning while rising to his toes. "You're as tall— if not taller— than the Gerudo! You can't blame the constructors for not taking that into account."

You lower your head when Time releases your chin, eyes slowly prying open when the pain starts to subside. He waits for the bruise to fade into your natural skin tone before reaching a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer.

"Go easy now," he chides, failing to hide to teasing lilt in his voice. His voice lowers into a murmur the closer the less distance there is between the two of you. "Surely it's no easy labor having to be in a world made for dwarves."

Time presses a kiss to your forehead to hide his chuckle, pulling away and running his tongue over his when the foreign word leaves a strange feeling in his mouth.

Lifting your hand and nudging Time away with a finger, Warriors is quick to take it into with both of his and press several more to each of your finger tips. "It makes me wonder what all else if different where you're from. Do kisses make you feel any better?"

You're quick to swat him away, forcing yourself onto your feet while ducking. "I'm going to find the others. I'm sure the others would find my pain less amusing than you both."

Time lets out a quiet hum, hand raising to tap against your thigh as you pass him. "Have Legend or Hyrule take a look." He tucks a small pouch full of rupees into the lace of your shoe before it leaves his range. "Our apologies," he adds.

It takes you a moment to realize what he had done, to focused on not hitting your head on the doorframe again. When you're finally clear, you take the bag from your shoe and feel the rupees between your fingers.

"Apology accepted, I suppose."

[galedekarios]

it’s been a day and i still can’t believe there are ppl out there who believe that gale‘s narrative arc is about learning to communicate better

[stillsolo]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. respond to the prompts out of character !

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? oh, where do i even begin?  well, i suppose i should start with how long sw has been in my life.  ANH was the first movie my mother ever saw when she visited the USA; she saw it with my grandmother ( and subsequently developed a massive crush on harrison, so indiana jones became a huge part of my childhood too lol ).  for this reason, my mother introduced my brother and I to sw when we were actual babies.  then, when the prequels came out, it’s all me and my brother consumed.  from the movies themselves to the original clone wars cartoon to the PS2 games to the novels/book series.  we watched it on a tiny portable player for every trip, and every time my relatives needed us to go away to let the adults talk lol.  it also helped our comprehension of english so much. i can’t recall a time in which sw hasn’t been present in my life! before i joined the tumblr swrpc, i kept to myself in the prequels community, wrote fanfic, and rped anakin on skype.  he’s always been a character that hit a little too close to home in one too many ways.  the main parallel i have with him (that doesn’t relate to his mental issues haha) is his love/devotion/attachment to his mother.  it’s difficult for me to explain without getting into the aspects of my culture (孝順 / filial piety), but in short, i am cantonese; if my mother asked me for my thumb tomorrow, i would give her my arm today.  anakin’s love for his mother, his determination to free her from slavery at an early age, was very touching.  EPII has been memed to oblivion, yes, but the pain i feel when anakin doesn’t get to hear his mother tell him she loves him one last time before she dies, and knowing that it haunts him for the rest of his life (eu), makes me want to throw myself out a window lmao  i have an extremely close relationship with my parents; this sort of pain is absolutely gutting for someone like me. anyway, when i joined the tumblr swrpc, writing han solo was never the plan.  i originally wanted to write luke but ended up changing my mind at the last second.  I’d written well over a dozen fics with han at that point, but was nowhere near confident, so i thought of it as more of an experiment. guess that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, because if you really think about it, since the day i started writing him in fics, he hasn’t stopped butting into my brain.  in fact, he’s been harassing me ever since—to the point that i even switched from writing luke to him… lol given my upbringing and my mother’s love for him, han has always been my childhood hero, as well as my brother’s.  our dad was our han solo.  the nostalgic and familial associations run so deep, it’s difficult to articulate.  we share many traits, right down to his universally agreed-upon zodiac sign (sagittarius); i know han solo like the back of my hand—and it’s probably because i wanted to be just like him when i grew up.

is there anything you don’t like to write? character death.  if i have to say another, it’s when people conflate harrison with the character he plays and then decides to address that in a thread.  harrison was a ladies man back in the 80s, and that’s fine, but that doesn’t mean the same for han.  i hate seeing the conflation between the two.  not sure if this happens as often anymore, but there was a time when fics/threads/even han rpers would lean into it, by default, thus totally destroying his character in my eyes.  i mean, write it as a storyline, that’s cool and fine, but infidelity has never been inherently part of his character.  i will die on this fucking hill.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? most unpopular opinion ever: action sequences.  critical situations, fast paced action, thriller scenes featuring immediate, life-threatening circumstances.  i love writing that which exhibits a sense of urgency and tension, with sprinklings of emotional depth and contemplative introspective moments.  scenes with internal conflict combined with aforementioned external events.  even evading enemy forces, sustaining minor/major injuries, dressing wounds.  dunno why those are always the most fun to me.  aside from that?  romance/romantic angst.  i’ve had many writing partners over the years, and each one thought they could outdo me in writing romantic angst.  sometimes, the psychosomatic pain of heartbreak isn’t far from feeling like you’ve lost a limb in battle.

how do you come up with headcanons? by being the most annoying, meticulous person ever.  i’m extremely detail oriented; when i see incongruities in my own work, i perish.  so, when i come up with headcanons, i have to consider all factors that may affect the outcome of whatever question i’ve posed in my mind and feel the need to justify my choices, for whatever reason, by tying it back to XYZ.  my headcanons must align with my muse’s personality, their environment from childhood to adulthood, their current circumstances, and if it’s an AU, how it mirrors canon events.  canon/eu is everything imo, because they are their own choices; it’s what shaped them into the character we know them as.  ofc, this is my process and opinion, so make of that what you will.

do you write in silence or do you play music? no music, no tv.  sometimes people talking is too much for me.  i have adhd and my medication only helps so much.  i will absolutely start writing down the conversation or lyrics playing in the background lol

do you plan your replies or wing them? plotting vs planning replies is different to me.  plotting gives me a foundation, but it can’t be too confining.  to plan a reply is to block out each moment.  if you trap me, i will always deviate; so i wing everything, even when i have a foundation.

do you enjoy shipping? yes, absolutely!  i’m not sure why people tend to assume otherwise, but i’m more open to it than people think.  i’ve never cared about who you write, if they’re in the sw franchise, or even what era of sw etc etc  never given a shit about what people think; if our muses click, they click.  honestly, some of the best ships i’ve had with han, as in the most enjoyable and enlightening of his character, have been ‘crack ships’.

what’s your alias/name? vin, vince, vincent.  vincent van hoe.  trash bin vin.

age? 27!

birthday? dec 2!

favorite color? silver.  if that’s not a color to you, then blue.

favorite song? you can’t expect me to… well, ‘in your eyes’ by the weeknd has been up there for a long time.

last movie you watched? star wars: the clone wars (2008)

last show you watched? … the clone wars lol

last song you listened to? billie jean - MJ.

favorite food? my mother’s 番茄炒蛋 ( egg and tomato stir fry ), unagi, freshly baked breads, fresh fruit …

favorite season? i get mostly tropical weather, but i love a cold winter.

do you have a tumblr best friend? unfortunately, so many people have left the site over the years, but i'm grateful to call these people some of the closest friends i have in the rpc: @techniiciian @desiccation @vibraea @rcvanchist @sgterso @voxcrystallis

tagged : @debelltio thank you for thinking of me!! tagging : if you're still reading this, i tag you!

[fandomsandassortedgoods]

[The display Buzz from the store decides to come back to Andy's house with them. But Buzz isn't jealous. No, not at all. Short short fic, prideyear.]

Not a week after the chain of events that led to Woody being kidnapped, the toys crossing traffic to find him, and a daring plane rescue that nearly failed, the cowboy somehow loses his hat... again.

Buzz doesn't know how he manages to do that--the thing is always on his head, wouldn't he notice right away if it wasn't--but here his friend is yet again, searching every nook and cranny with increasing irritation, if his jerky movements and grumbling under the breath are anything to go by. He's got the two new western toys helping him as well, the cowgirl Jessie and loyal stead Bullseye tearing apart Andy's closet. Multiple socks are flung out in their enthusiasm. Someone will have to be on cleaning duty before Andy gets home.

From his vantage point centre of the room, Buzz takes a look around. Might as well help out. He's deciding between searching under the bed or on the desk when he spots it out of the corner of his eye: a certain hat in the gap between the bookshelf and the floor, hidden in the dark. Of course. Smiling, Buzz starts to walk over.

But then, in a flash of green, purple, and white, another toy races past him to snatch the treasure first. No, not just another toy.

Another him.

He watches dumbstruck as the other Buzz Lightyear, the display model with the utility belt brought back from their adventure, swiftly grabs the hat and rushes over to Woody.

"Your Majesty!" the Buzz proclaims, dropping to one knee. Woody spins around, startled. The space toy holds out the hat with both hands as though presenting a crown, voice thrumming with reverence. "Your headwear, sir."

Woody's face lights up. "My hat! You found it!" He wastes no time securing his trademark hat on his head, turning it to sit just right. The tension noticeably drops off his shoulders. He smiles warmly, clasping a hand on the Buzz's shoulder and giving a friendly shake. "Thanks, Buzz. You're a life saver."

So. Crisis averted. Woody has his hat back. It doesn't matter who found it and gave it to him. It doesn't matter that Buzz was about to save the day, doesn't matter that a different Buzz saves it instead. It doesn't matter that he's not the one to bring joy to Woody's face, not the one who's gifted those warm, relieved eyes, that gratitude through his rich voice, his familiar hand on his shoulder. It doesn't matter that he's always been the one to help Woody, that he's always been the only 'Buzz' Woody means when he says the name until recently. It doesn't matter that this deluded fool swept in to steal Woody's thanks, his attention, even though he's only been here a week, a week, he's been here for years, just who does this guy think he is--

Buzz feels his eye twitch. He shakes his head.

What was all that about?

[luckhissoul]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S): (canon muses)

mat cauthon ( the wheel of time )

quinn blackwood ( the vampire chronicles)

michael curry ( the mayfair witches )

adolin kholin ( stormlight archive )

jasnah kholin ( stormlight archive )

syl ( stormlight archive )

vin venture ( mistborn )

ivar the boneless ( vikings )

bellamy blake ( the 100 )

francis de valois ( reign )

cahir ( the witcher saga )

aviendha ( the wheel of time )

min farshaw ( the wheel of time )

paul atredies ( dune )

alia atredies ( dune )

carl grimes ( the walking dead )

aramis ( the three musketeers )

john silver ( black sails )

seth gecko ( from dusk til dawn : the series )

will graham ( hannibal )

rodrigo borgia ( the borgias )

lucrezia borgia ( the borgias )

michael grey ( peaky blinders )

marcel gerard ( the orignals )

anakin skywalker ( star wars )

louis xiv ( versailles )

moiraine damodred ( the wheel of time )

lan mandragoran ( the wheel of time )

and four ocs !

WANT TO WRITE: (maybe i will write them someday, maybe not)

like idk right now? probably none. i considered adding marius from the vampire chronicles but decided against it lol

HAVE WRITTEN:

peter petrelli ( heroes )

jaime lannister ( asoiaf )

theon greyjoy ( asoiaf )

sam "falcon" wilson ( mcu )

raven / mystique ( mcu )

elijah mikaelson ( the the originals )

caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries )

enzo st. john ( the vampire diaries )

elle bishop ( heroes )

arthur petrelli ( heroes )

genevieve ( the orginals )

aurora ( the originals )

matt parkman ( heroes )

kaz brekker ( six of crows )

the darkling ( shadow and bone )

fergus fraser ( outlander )

sarah manning ( orphan black )

james patrick march ( ahs )

tate langdon ( ahs )

jimmy darling ( ahs )

kit walker ( ahs )

ethan chandler ( penny dreadful )

lazlo kreizler ( the alienist )

marcus isaacson ( the alienist )

lucius vorenus ( rome )

dwight enys ( poldark )

nell crain ( the haunting of hill house )

charles xavier ( mcu )

elizabeth of york

gendry ( asoiaf )

dinah madani ( the punisher )

freya mikaelson ( the originals )

carolina villanueva ( high seas )

nicolas sala ( high seas )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

not sure who i would ? write again ? sometimes i'm like hey maybe but then i'm like nah i don't want to lol

Tagged by: @stcrforged tagging : @caracarnn - @xhideyourfires - @adversitybloomed - @wstfl - @honorhearted - @godresembled - @bas0rexias - @indigodreames and anyone else?

[magitekelite]

* hovers over here *

[advertisesouls]

😨 - Alastor >:3c

Send 😨 to find my muse badly wounded // accepting!!

Another year, another extermination.

These were already pretty commonplace for the both of them, yet were they really necessary? Xifeng doesn't think so, especially with how greedy her fellow demons could be when it came to killing their own to add to their own power through collecting their souls. Alastor and her are certainly guilty as charged for doing just that, but could anyone really blame them for seizing an opportunity that's just right there?

Besides, it's not like this time, they'd have any issues with this extermination this year considering just how strong the both of them have gotten since arriving to Hell thanks to devouring the souls from the former Overlords who once reigned over this damned place.

As Alastor is slinging spell after spell as well as his tentacles crushing the Exorcist's attempts to injure him, Xifeng's taken to the skies in her true form and is effortlessly weaving through his tentacles along with launching superheated fireballs from her mouth directly so as to incinerate the Exorcist's wings to make it easier for her beloved partner to hit them.

Everything is going just like it normally does during these inane population control measures — so much so that Xifeng believes that they'll get away with this scot-free and be able to celebrate for surviving another extermination — until the phoenix demon notices while flying around that a group of Exorcists are gunning for Alastor's blind spot with their angelic spears all aimed for him.

"No... No, not again...!"

This was supposed to be their second chance, their second life to get it right and live——! They were going to live—!

Kicking off an already destroyed building to gain speed, she soon becomes naught but a streak of crimson and obsidian in the sky as she's silently hoping that she's going to make it there to protect him in time. She isn't going to lose him again. She couldn't lose him again, not when things are finally going their way down here!

The Exorcists give the command to launch the spears and—

"ALASTOR!"

And, well, nothing.

At least for Alastor, that is.

For Xifeng? She's caught several of the spears in her wings along with suffering quite the nasty slash across her torso that went down the span of her breast and her entire abdomen until it finally ended at her hip, causing quite a large portion of blood to pour out of her chest as she's sent flying into the rubble from the sheer impact of the blow she took to protect the one that meant the world to her. There's absolutely nothing that comes from her except unsettling silence as her clothes are torn as well as her own blood spurting out of her wounds seemingly everywhere.

Surely, this isn't it, is it...?

[atomiqueen]

this blog breaking 100 followers in under 2 weeks is insane to me and i think it really speaks to how much people love this show & character. either way, i adore you crazy nerds and am happy to have you here. <3

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

A Touch Of Something New

Prompt: - ⋆ "please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." (Credit to @/scealaiscoite for this writing prompt which you can find here!<3)

Summary: Logan has been overworking himself for weeks on end and Virgil has become increasingly more and more worried about him, at a time when he least expects it, he comes up with an idea on how to get him to take a break.

Ship: romantic analogical

CW/TW: self-neglect due to hyperfocus and exhaustion (forgetting to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

Logan blinked slowly at the screen in front of him, hands in his hair, eyes irritated and threatening to close. He looked down to the bottom right to check the time. It was 3:26 AM, he had been working for 5 hours straight. His movements felt measured and drawn out as he sunk down into his chair. He was so, so tired. The script he was working on for the next video was barely done.

He closed his eyes and the burning feeling in his eyes became worse. Everything ached and he so desperately wanted to crawl next to his boyfriend and sleep.

Virgil had been begging him to take a break for weeks, to spend time with him, to eat, to drink water, anything, just stop working for two seconds; he insisted he was fine, that he could go without it, reminding him that he loved him dearly but he couldn’t pull his focus away from this right now. He begrudgingly opened his eyes and turned his chair around to face their bed.

The room was dark except for the blue light from the computer screen. His eyesight was fuzzy, but he noticed that Virgil had curled up against a pillow, his pillow. He sighed and turned around, powering his computer down hazily, watching as his progress faded into a black screen. He stared for a second, wanting to power it back on and force himself to work until sunrise.

He shook his head and sighed, getting up out of his chair. The room spun for a few long seconds before he felt someone’s arms wrap around his waist and hook their head over his shoulder. “Are you coming to bed?” Virgil said in his ear sleepily. When had Virgil gotten out of bed? He felt like he was going crazy.

Logan rubbed his eyes with his palms and nodded. He needed to sleep. “Thank you.” Virgil whispered before letting him go.

They both got into bed and Virgil pulled him into him, hooking his head over his shoulder again, whispering sweet nothings in his ear in his half asleep state.

“You work too hard Lo, but I love you.”

“Thank you for coming to bed, it’s the first step towards actually taking care of yourself”

“I’m proud of you.”

Logan was barely registering what Virgil was saying, but sank into his touch nevertheless. “Mhmmm” he responded every so often.

When Virgil noticed the responses becoming few and far between he began to stop talking and started planting small kisses on top of his head.

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Logan awoke to Virgil running his fingertips along his arm and staring at him lovingly.

“Good morning” he said gently

Logan smiled, but it quickly faded as his worries for the script took over. It was like watching storm clouds roll in over a sunny sky. Virgil saw the look in his eyes and took his face in his hands. “Honey, please, I am begging you, don’t think about work, just for today.”

Logan feigned a weak smile.

“Y’know, it’s almost Halloween, which means Christmas is even closer, so I was thinking instead of you working we could—“

"please, i'm begging you. don't make me watch the nightmare before christmas again." Logan interjected playfully.

“No, not that. I actually wanted to just hang out today; drink hot cocoa and watch horror movies? and maybe…cuddle a bit?” He said the last part quietly, he was a bit desperate for more psychical contact at this point, considering Logan and him hadn’t had any time together awake for atleast two weeks straight.

“I’ll make the drinks,” he said happily, “Do you want anything while I’m in the kitchen?” Logan asked

Virgil shook his head, a little grin on his face, he was just glad he was taking care of himself for the first time in a while.

He left the room, and with the way that he was positioned, he watched as Logan, with a huge smile on his face, giddily prepared their drinks. He never showed too much affection outwardly, that’s just how he was, but whenever he got the chance Virgil would watch as he did little things to show how happy he was. Smiling like it was the last time he ever would, humming, melting into Virgil’s touch whenever he let himself be relaxed for a moment. Virgil found it adorable, those little moments of his.

Logan added multiple tiny marshmallows into Virgil’s drink, watching them melt a little, just the way he liked it. He added whipped cream into his, and walked back into the room to find Virgil smiling to himself.

“What is it that you’re thinking about?” He said, interested, handing Virgil his drink.

He took it, and looked down to see the white sugar of the marshmallows mixing with the cocoa; it was as if he could feel the love of all of these years suddenly encapsulating the room.

He looked up, still smiling. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. I just really love you.”

[fizzarollitm]

did the real otp and 🥰

[dutybcrne]

Random lil omegaverse hcs bc why tf not:

-Itto. Alpha. Has an earthy/fresh chopped wood scent. While he has absolute control of himself even around Omegas in heat and fellow Alphas in ruts, he is an absolute MENACE when he's the one in rut, in territorial aggression, how strong his pheromones are, and in terms of sex drive, but Shinobu usually has him handled when it comes down to it. It's especially difficult to manage due to him being part oni, as that nature makes his body highly resistant to suppressants. He really likes to scent his entire gang and leave his own on them, being VERY protective of his pack. He gets restless whenever one of the gang sets off to do something without everyone else in tow, and will 100% sulk and whine if they come back to him smelling of other pheromones ( even if unintentionally ) until he’s able to completely get rid of the foreign scent with his own. Surprisingly is the one who nests more than even the Omegas in his gang, and Demands the entire gang sleep dogpiled in it, outside those dealing with ruts and heats. No one has actually complained about it, since it makes them feel safer and at ease too, having all their scents intermingled.

-Kuki. Beta, though she is often mistaken for an Alpha by her posturing and ability to wrangle everyone in the gang, esp Itto, with such ease, as though she were issuing Commands. Itto claims she smells of sugar crystals and naku weeds, but she thinks he's mistaken it, though she can’t exactly perceive her own more subtle pheromones herself. Can charitably be called Itto's rut partner, but rather than really tending to his needs in that sense, she ( usually ) is more his keeper/guard than anything. Is very careful not to accidentally get bitched by him in the process of actually playing partner to him if he really needs the relief. She is on TOP of everyone's respective cycles and handmakes their suppressants herself. She's thankful her dynamic is what it is, because she doesn't know what she would do if she had to deal with everyone's scents mingling and fluctuating. Though at times she can almost fully perceive Itto's, but she chalks that up to him being so overbearing with his own scent. She was the one who picked up on how strong Itto’s pack instincts were and suggested he trying nesting with everyone to appease it—she secretly likes the togetherness of it all too.

-Kaeya. Omega. Smells of Inteyvats ( will say Calla lilies ) and a sharp hint of what most figure is Mint. While he has no qualms about serving as rut or even heat partner for his closest friends/associates, he personally loathes taking partners during his own heats. But if he must, he'll always prefer to go for a trusted Beta, even knowing it wouldn't help with it in the slightest. The fact that the scent glands on the right side of his neck have slight burn scars is a very sensitive topic to him, enough to sharpen his scent with a harsh, jarring stinging unpleasantness on mention. It is especially hair-raising for those who perceive that pheromone change ( or especially one that happens in a threat display, where it’s most notable ), due to his body being tarnished by Abyssal influence. He tends to wear perfumes to try and mask that odd edge to his pheromones, esp since he makes quite frequent use of them, in deliberately tending to posture and release them to ‘make up’ and distract from his damaged scent glands, soothing those who need it, or even in schmoozing up others for one reason or another. Which in turn always leaves him feeling a little woozy and with worsened migraines than what he may have already started his day with. Has a rather guttural threat display growl that strikingly resembles an Alpha’s ( though with a more Unnervingly inhuman note to it too ) because of him mimicking Diluc when growing up together, and the softest nost alluring little happy purr in contrast. He seldom if ever nests because he never feels truly Safe enough to. The closest he's got is a pile of blankets and cushions in Jean's office, and even then HE isn’t the one who makes it.

-Tartaglia. Omega. Smells of cherries and lime, with a slight metallic edge to it, though whether it's blood of his enemies on him or an Alteration that happened to his biology due to the time the Abyss had tainted him, it is unsure. He adamantly refuses to let Dottore find out. Is purposefully off his suppressants damn near half the time much to the chagrin of the other Harbingers, but it's because he figured out real quick his favorite way to handle his own heats is by fighting it out. Because anybody daring to try and get their hands on him without his permission is fair game to be roped into becoming an impromptu sparring buddy of his, even the other Harbingers can’t argue. The only ones who can get him to actually take his suppressants are Pierro ( he respects him ) and Columbina ( she scares him ). He likes to threat display on purpose sometimes because he thinks it's funny, watching the others, especially more physically imposing Alphas, around him get spooked. He makes the messiest scrappiest of nests, haphazardly tossed toegther on a whim, but he gets exceedingly hostile towards anyone who even tries getting close, more so even dares tamper with it. May the Tsaritsa protect anyone who happened to ‘clean it up’ thinking it a mere mess. His mates are Not exempt from this either, not unless he personally invited them to get close/touch it in that very moment.

Kaveh: Omega. Smells of Zaytun peaches. Actually prefers to top his partners, even Alphas. Especially Alphas. Keeps trying to keep track of his heats but they are exceedingly irregular, which stresses him to no end. Especially he can be a bit more susceptible to an Alpha's commands and pheromones than the typical Omega during his heats. Thankfully he's avoided any real danger in taking note how scents register to him to gauge if he’s in pre-heat or not, and acting accordingly. Is very on top of taking his suppressants ( made for him by Tighnari, since he's found his specific one most effective for himself ) too, which further helps prevent mishaps, to the point where many would assume he is a Beta, if they didn't know any better. Though at times those very suppressants do make him feel queasy, especially when drinking. Kaveh tends to nest with an article of clothing from each of his friends when he's not mated, and can and WILL hoard clothes from his mate once they are official. They WILL be required to nest with him.

-Diluc. Alpha. Smells of roasted coffee and a hint of sweet lampgrass. Is especially sensitive towards the scent of an Omega in distress, but in the sense that it makes him feel nauseous while spurring him into a protective mode. He's easily made hostile as a result, especially towards other Alphas, but in general too. He takes specific suppressants made by the church for that reason, especially when he's about to take on a shift at Angel's Share. Has an EXTREMELY loud growl and purr, the latter which he unintentionally scares people with. While both are exceedingly strong rumbles from deep in his chest ( many claiming it sounds like a brooding beast ) and are almost startlingly similar to each other, the best way to tell the difference is really how he's postured. He really does try so hard to not seem imposing or intimidating, but he is extremely unsuccessful. Due to the strength of his pheromones, he tends to always have scent patches on. Because he’s come to learn that, otherwise, he’ll accidentally sway the mood of the room with every shift of his own, particularly if there isn’t another scent that can properly counteract his. Which doesn’t tend to be often, outside the Angel’s Share. Absolutely hoards articles of clothing his closest ones leave in the Winery for comfort reasons—they will NOT get those back until the scent is gone, and he Will be moody while returning them ( which is why he hardly ever does so, face-to-face ).

-Jean. Alpha. Smells of dandelions and fresh cut grass. In order to better get along with those of any dynamic, including her own, she worked especially hard to make herself as non-intimidating as possible, always seeming to exude calming pheromones, though it inevitably gives her migraines after a while to keep it up. Will she stop releasing them even with this? Absolutely not. It would crush her if anyone so much as called her presence imposing, especially coming from one of her own subordinates. Though anyone will quickly be reminded of why she is known as the Lionfang Knight if they dare step out of line in an especially disgraceful manner/otherwise taking advantage of her intent of displaying a gentler nature in thinking they can. She always has the urge to scent her closest friends, to mark them as pack ( and is a lot more territorial than she lets on to boot, getting put in a Mood if they ever happen to smell of another she's unfamiliar/not pack-bonded with ) but is utterly mortified at the thought of bringing it up. Which is why she's happy whenever they come to her willingly and ask for her to do so unprompted. She is also very happy whenever a fellow knight takes refuge in her office, in citing what a calming presence she has, especially her closest friends. She always keeps nesting supplies in her office for that very reason.

-Lisa. Alpha. Smells of petrichor and valberries. Has a very imposing presence she masks under an easygoing personality, and has even put other Alphas on edge ( at best ) at the slightest shifts in her mood. Those closest to her will always end up thoroughly smelling of her scent when they meet her because she, like Jean, is very particular about marking special few as her 'pack'. She considers it a blessing hers and Jean’s pheromones work well together as a result. Her ruts tend to hit her hard ( which she believes is because of her lifespan being shortened by unnatural means ), and will seldom ask for a partner, in knowing just how overwhelming she will be. A certain captain and grandmaster may happen to volunteer more often than not, though, even if it takes a lot out of the both of them when they do. Most people don’t know she’s uttered a Command until it hits them—even a purred little tone doesn’t lessen the weight of it in the slightest. When she really wants to put off a task or hand it off to someone, she takes advantage of this ( while fully intending to reward the person she’s roped into it afterward, of course ). If any of the younger knights have any questions about secondary genders or need a quick supplement to their suppressants that won't negatively interact with them, she is the go-to person for the job. Because of how sensitive she is to other's pheromones, she often keeps suppressants for the Alphas and Omegas alike just in case she notices someone might need them.

-Albedo. Unknown. Has a chalky sort of scent that sets many on edge. Will say he's a Beta to keep things simple, but being an artificial being, it's really not. Being in his presence, especially when he lets out his pheromones or even attempts to mimic purring/growling, feels Unnerving to each dynamic, even Betas, like uncanny valley or even a deep biological reaction to a lurking threat for some. Kaeya is one of few with a determined dynamic who can put up with it, along with Sucrose and Timaeus, though Albedo thinks it’s because his and Kaeya’s pheromones/gestures have a similar edge to them, that they are comfortable enough with each other's. He doesn’t really have a true Response Instinct, but a fellow Khaenri’ahn stands a better chance of triggering one in him than any other in at all. It always leaves him feeling so very confused each and every time.

Venti. His pheromones tend to hold the scent of a crisp Red Delicious apple. As Archon, he can switch up his dynamic to whatever he wants, but tends to stick to Beta, so he doesn't accidentally set anyone off and and better mingle with his people overall without worrying about the extra hassles that come with having a dynamic. It may also depend on how much he wants to mess with a given friend's Response Instinct, shifting then purring idly to see how quickly they answer back or perk up. Which had nearly gotten him hurled like a Harpastum more than once. He will also switch up his dynamic if he sees a particular friend might need him to, whether to let off the right pheromones that won't set them off to calm them, or even serve as a more adequate/safer heat partner however they see fit, if they want him to be.

-Thoma. Omega, but as far as everyone else outside the Kamisatos is concerned, he is officially a Beta. This is done partly to protect him overall, but in particular so others looking to hurt the Yashiro Commission wouldn't take advantage of his secondary gender to do so. His scent is something like warm broth with a hint of cinnamon, which he is thankful he can play off quite easily since it's most noticeable in enclosed spaces. He is constantly but very subtly exuding calming pheromones—it is both on purpose ( be it to keep his fellow staff content or to disarm someone he’s dealing with, the latter which he definitely takes advantage of during meetings he's present at ) and unconsciously done ( he is always in such a good mood, they just ooze right out of him! ). Which makes him rather hungry/sleepy compared to others. He can make a stark difference 180 when dealing with hostile Alphas however; those flooding an area with their pheromones, or especially pestering Omegas or even Betas, WILL make him more inclined for hostile threat displays. He will attempt to mask them, but the lingering Urge to fight always has him a-buzzing and restless in the process. In such cases; he hopes there’s plenty of tasks left to do for him to take care of, or he will Create tasks for himself.

[pose1dson]

already made bambi sad with this, so i'm gonna hurt everyone else, too:

do you think sally burned the milkshake because she likes milkshakes?

or because percy likes milkshakes, and she loves percy the most

[kwehgal]

me : wants to write a s.hinra au for e.sther also me @ me : but isn’t the g.old s.aucer implied to be owned by s.hinra so technically speaking from a certain point of view she is an employee also also me : LISTEN I JUST WANT TO SEE HER LIVING HER BEST E.LLE W.OODS LIFE BEING PRETTY IN PINK IN URBAN PLANNING & GENUINELY TRYING TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE ——

[ask-the-t-sanders-sides]

/OOC post/

As I've said in my last post, the blog is still on hiatus

*However*, I do think you deserve closure, at least for this arc.

And I've had an idea to do that, without possibly putting myself at risk. If you have any other ideas, please comment or RB or even send my them in a private message.

And finally, the idea is: Short stories released on here daily for about a week, which will close out this arc. Each story will focus on a different character, and the last will be focusing on everyone.

Please respond and let me know because you deserve this!

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