#so I'm highkey terrified to post this

[gremlingottoosilly]

thinking about konig asking to eat you out and you being like “lol no i’m on my period.” and he’s all “ohhhh idc idc i wanna eat it so bad 🥺” and you need to be like no. buddy. you clearly do not get it. i am not a 2-3 day period, “who needs pads i’ll just freebleed” girlie. i am a 7-8 day, heavy flow, bleed through the pad girlie, lmfao.

and then he eats it anyways because not only has he been around so much more blood than you could ever imagine but also he’s lowkey highkey into it teeeheeeeeeee ;P

"Schatzen, I kill people for money. You really think I'm scared of a little blood?" You wasn't nervous of the fact he wasn't scared of a bit of blood - even though it was not, in fact, just a little. Even though it was, in fact, a lot and made you ask him to bring you newer pads. You didn't really think he would be scared of a bit of period blood - but you were fucking terrified at the fact that he seemed to adore it. To cherish every drop, till the last one - to press his face between your thighs and look at you like a kitten who wants a bit of cream. The thing is, Konig missed you. Returning from a two month contract only meant he was ready to destroy your pelvis and fuck you for every hour he is on leave - unfortunately, he can't quite do that, you're too fragile to take his cock four times per day...but you can take his tongue. Even if that means having the metallic taste cling to his tongue for days on end, he would gladly spend the whole week buried in your cunt, relishing in your taste. It's a nice way to deal with cramps, he might think. Konig literally read one article about how orgasms can sometimes help some people with their cramps, and he'd use this for the rest of his life. Oh, your stomach is hurting and you feel like your womb is trying to eat you from the inside? Just let him eat you out! No matter how many times you push him away and beg for him to stop, he'd still laugh and push his tongue deeper, over and over. He is a mercenary, he is getting paid tons of money to cover himself in blood of his victims - having his pretty girlfriend cry and cum on his tongue is a nice addition. You don't even question it when he starts to track your periods, knowing you'd have it even when you forget - you don't question the dates he literally keeps posted on your shared calendar, don't care that the amount of heating pads in the house had largely diminished - and he won't buy you a new one because he is much better at being a heating pad anyway!

[willowbrookesblog]

"I'm afraid of you."

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson x Fem!Reader Uthred's daughter and Stiorra's older sister

Notes: This is my first fic about Sigtryggr so if you notice something out of character for him or some spelling mistakes, please tell me :) I'm also lowkey highkey scared to post this because I've never truly written anything to the public 😩 but I know that by practicing my writing will slowly get better as time goes on so please give me some pointers if you want it will be greatly appricated- anywho hope you enjoy~

warnings: talk of childbirth/death but its just one line and doesn't get talked about again.

Y/n sat in silence - head resting on her hands that were interlocked under her chin starring at a book Sigtryggr asked her to read to him blankly, knowing that her sister was okay and that no one would harm her, she wasn't worried about Edward's family as she had a feeling they were going to be used as pawns or something of the sort.

She had already talked to Sigtryggr and had told him everything he had asked for in return for the security that her sister wouldn't be harmed to which he had agreed - she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her when he had promised that he would not let anyone hurt her or her sister.

In truth, for the past few weeks she had grown quite close with him, Sigtryggr even going as far as to let her see Stiorra herself to make sure she was alright. Sigtryggr managed to figure her out - something most men couldn't do, and that terrified her. She had built walls around herself so that no one could get close to her, she didn't want to lose anyone else and he managed to make his way right into her heart and made her walls crumble to the ground while she stood watching them fall and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sigtryggr silently watched her from the opposite side of the room a small smile playing at his lips as she sighed "What is it?" Y/n turned to look at him "This is so stupid, I'm bored, tired, and hungry, and I'm tired of reading, my brain feels like it's being tortured" Y/n scoffed before pushing the book away and leaning her head on the table.

She heard Sigtryggr chuckle at her and lifted her head "What?" Sigtryggr moved to sit in front of her, handing her some bread, his fingers lightly touching hers as she grabbed it "Well then, you shall take a break. Tell me more about yourself, you said you often thought of your future, tell me about it" He asked her, only for information and totally not just him wanting to learn even more about her or anything "I want to go on a couple adventures, maybe own my own bakery, I refuse to have children so maybe have a cat or two, and then live a quiet and peaceful life," Y/n says as she looked up at him

Sigtryggr smiled at her and tilted his head "No children? why is that?" Sigtryggr asked her curiously and Y/n scoffed at the question not hesitating to answer him "I have no maternal bone in my body, when I hear a child cry I do not feel the need to comfort it instead I pray to the gods that it shuts up, and when a child falls I have no feeling to comfort them in fact i find it rather amusing." Y/n leaned back "Plus i don't want to die giving birth, it scares me" Sigtryggr nodded "that's understandable" it got quiet for a few moments before Sigtryggr got called for by someone and he excused himself, gently touching her shoulder as he went by.

Y/n sat quietly by herself, his touch set her skin on fire and she couldn't help but think of what it would feel like touching all over her body, she quickly shook her head and took a deep breath in trying to calm herself but it didn't do much to calm the heat her body was forming.

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About another two weeks had gone by and her body craved him, she wanted him more than anything and that terrified her, she didn't know it was possible to want something so much, didn't help that she would make up so many excuses just to get him to touch her, it was almost pathetic, she felt herself falling for him and she couldn't stop herself.

Similarly Sigtryggr was having the same problem, every time she asked for this or that and he let his touch linger on her, he knew that he was falling for her, but he wasn't upset by finding out he was, he was just worried about what would happen to her.

She sat down at the table back facing the door when he walked in "I'm afraid of you, afraid of the feelings that you make me have. Of how tempting it is to make excuses just to feel your touch on my skin, of lying to myself. I'm afraid of the feelings that consume my entire being when you come around, or when i think of you. I'm scared about how much I feel for you. I can't hide it anymore- I'm tired of hiding it and being afraid of you rejecting me, Of being scared of what I want" Y/n says to him as she stands up turning to face him

Sigtryggr tilts his head to the side and slowly steps forward to stand in front of her, "And what do you want?" His voice is firm but gentle "I want you" she responded almost instantly "I want you so much it scares me" Y/n said again her voice slightly quivering

Sigtryggr looked at her and nodded his head "Then you will have me, I was just about to come and tell you a deal has been made. You will come with me to Eorforwic, I will give you everything you wanted, adventures, your own bakery, cats, and a peaceful, quiet life"

Sigtryggr gently holds onto the sides of her face "If you would be willing to go with me, will you?" he asks looking in her eyes "I would happily go with you, Sigtryggr" Y/n smiles and pulls him closer to her and lays a gentle kiss on his lips.

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Please 🙏 please tell me how it was, did you enjoy it? Any feedback helps and is greatly appreciated <33 Also before I forget Please reblog 😊

@valeskafics @sihtricfedaraaahvicius I'm tagging you both just because I wanna know what you guys think of this <3

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[ohbo-ohno]

a hook up her— *sharp inhale*

Johnny, I love you, but that is fucking demented, even by your standards😭

just saw the posts you've already written (I'm new here, sorry🙏🏼) BUT A WHOLE HOOK???even that made me scared😭😭😭😭 thank goodness Simon stepped in😖

anyway, just saw that you're taking Gaz requests now and I'm here to let you know that i am fucking feral for that man🥴 I'll come back later to drop in some asks, if you're up for them💙

highkey such a gaz girlie and I'm so happy to indulge

- 🪐

don't be sorry at all!!! i figured you hadn't seen them before, those were all in the first like week of this blog :)

anal hooks, babe, they're lowkey terrifying. i looove an anal hook attached to a posture collar to keep a sub standing up straight nice and respectfully <3 i think i mention simon doing that to johnny in one of feather anon's asks but im not sure

feel free to send gaz thoughts in!!! i love him sm but i'm not great at thinking of stuff for him or price

[dragonwysper]

Storyboard time yeah woooo. I highkey got bored with the normal progression and just wanted to skip to the fun part, so that's why it looks like that lmao

R - Reston | N - Navidson | K - Karen | J - Jed | H - Holloway | W - Wax

Bonus: notes to help me comprehend the scene

Exploration #2 - Trust Fall [3:04] (Holloway, Jed, Wax)

I. Preparing to enter the 5 & 1/2 minute hallway - gathering spools of fishing line, neon markers, etc

II. In the hallway

III. 2:05 - Looking into the gaping maw of the staircase - (camera within the staircase to really show scale? Isn't accurate to The Navidson Record though) (camera from the room, circles around the staircase and spirals into its depths) | Dialog overlay - Jed and Wax try to describe the staircase | Show Jed dropping a flare (angle from behind - Wax?) | Camera pans up to show the somnambulance of the staircase as Wax mentions the dreamlike qualities of it

IV. Returning and relaying the news?

...

Reston in a wheelchair - has humor about it, but is internally frustrated with the lack of handicap accomodations in the house

Navidson and Holloway dislike eachother

Holloway Roberts arrives carrying his rifle - looks ready for war - foreshadows him shooting everyone later

- Broad and powerful with a thick beard and a deeply creased brow - very meticulate - interest in Karen

- keeps throwing glances at Reston at first arrival - seems most affected by the hallway when it's revealed - terrified, but also wants to be rich and famous - marks the path - rage - "I will not abort the mission"

Jed Leeder - enraptured by the wilderness - very shy, good sense of direction and impressive endurance - takes samples as guided by Reston

- can't stop smiling at first arrival - terror - shot and killed just as the rescue team finds him and Wax

Wax Hook - youngest of the group - grew up in mountains and cave shafts - wants to do a solo climb of Everest - used as a mountain guide - sometimes gets a little out of hand - likes to boast and is loud, but never brags about his mountain climbs - thought Holloway was "cracked" when he asked to explore a house, but "whatever [he] does is interesting to me, so sure I went for it, and sure enough this IS the weirdest!"

- can't stop laughing at first arrival - sarcasm - gets shot in the shoulder by Holloway - kissed Karen (142)

Tom - camping in the staircase - stocky and slow - uses humor to cope

Navidson gets stuck at the bottom?

...

I'm gonna post some more detailed character design concepts later agsjshjs

[griffin-wood]

hi alya!! so i was looking at your pinterest boards the other day and iris and sorrel la cour highkey caught my interest. if it’s okay, i’d like to know more about them. no pressure ofc 💞

hiii nikka! I hope you're doing well, thank you for sending this in! 🥹❤️ Under the cut cause it got too long!

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so so sooo, sorrel and iris are related! I'm indecisive to either make them twins or, sorrel being the big bro. however, for this post; I'm leaning over big bro and lil sis more hehe!

to put it short, now i think about it - ways to describe them both; sorrel and iris are polar opposites, but they have a lot in common. example, fashion. they both has quite a wardrobe; however. Their aesthetics are purely different. iris is more flowery pastel, while sorrel leans towards bold but dark colors. (black is always gonna be his prime color. something like this )

for personality wise; iris is more kinder and softer than sorrel. Sorrel is mostly brutally honest, and tend to love to joke around a lot (his traits include being a goofy asshole at times) . they were pretty different in that area, but somehow in the family, they understood each other in quite a deeper basis. He wouldn't be jokingly brutally honest to her, despite Iris's insistence. And in the family, Sorrel somehow is known as the big bro more despite the idea of twins. (I'm still working on that hdjd) but but, sorrel is definitely protective but not like in a bad way. He's pretty protective of her in a big brother way, not too much not too little.

I think their involvement and their history linked to being hunters, i have this little head canon; they actually enjoy the idea of supernaturals. Iris mostly tend towards the less gory ones, however sorrel is definitely the opposites. However, Sorrel joined first, and somehow Iris is pretty intrigue and trying her luck. And bam, she got in. Iris is more skilled in strategy, she is pretty terrified still with weapons, but she consider her mind is her greatest mind! (she's a smart gal growing up!) while sorrel is a mixed of cunning and weapons! so, leaning more towards cunning actually! I think Sorrel's reaction to Iris also joining it, be like. "OH, we're gonna be the dope one's in the family." 😌

Speaking of family, I feel like they both have a lot of other siblings growing up in a close knit family. Sorrel however, is closest to Iris more growing up. And iris, well; she's the golden child somehow? She tends to be more...people pleasing towards her family especially. Like, she loves it but Sorrel well, as the protective brother he is, doesn't see it as well healthy. Sorrel tends to do against the family wishes growing up, but he's better now. But, still - they are quite close in family too hehe!

ALSO, THEIR RO'S! Sorrel is romancing Kaia while Iris is romancing Blane. I think for Iris and Blane is more of a grumpy x sunshine vibes, shy sunshine with grumpy one hehe. Idk why, I just feel like this would be a fun scenario to play with hehe! But, i like how she feels like; Blane is actually valid to 'hate' or dislike her, but she's like - she's gonna be kind either way. That's how she always will be <3 (two by sleeping at last is i think iris's song towards blane. like, written in music form!)

While, for sorrel and kaia; its super UNEXPECTED. (re: listen to labyrinth by t.swift, i think the chorus, fits them SOMEHOW). Sorrel tend to just joke around Kaia, however, its just so unexpected how much he much he feels for her yknow? (wonder by shawn mendes brrrr and moreee for their tracks hehe)

I think that's what I got so far! ALSO, here's a bit of their playlist hehe, as a small treat! <3

sorrel's lil playlist:

iris's lil playlist:

ty again nikka! love youuuuuuuuuuuu ! i enjoyed writing this hehe as a good uni distraction hihi! hope youre doing great <3

[mnemosyne-xiv]

Zero's hold on her hand tightened, the memoriate's expression entirely passive despite the maelstrom of emotions threatening to drown her. Remia stole a glance down at her silent companion and then further to the shadowed aether that swirled and roiled with an eerie groan far below in the open space where once a primal of darkness slept. A void that could easily swallow them both whole if they weren't careful.

"There's no point in worrying over countless possible outcomes—none of which, might I remind, have happened yet," Remia spoke up, shattering their peaceful silence with little remorse. "You're going to drive yourself mad if you continue overthinking."

"Stop attuning to my emotions," Zero replied in just as bland of a tone.

"Then stop working yourself up."

"I could say the same to you."

Remia sighed but didn't take her hand away from Zero's. She stood there beside her, staring down into the void gate they were soon due to cross through yet again. A frown tugged on her lips while her aether gently fell over Zero in a translucent veil of deep reds and burgundies that only she could see. A vain attempt to comfort her friend. To try and ease her worries if only somewhat.

"I know it's frightening, this not knowing what outcome we might suffer through..." Remia whispered. "But this time—no matter the outcome—this time you're not alone. I'm here, just as I will be when this is all said and done."

"And if in the end I'm not here..?"

"Hehe, cute of you to believe death would see our connection severed. "Where you go, I'll follow. Where I go, you'll follow." That's the part of our bargain you made, remember?"

Happy patch day everyone! I'm about to go through the msq + alliance raid so any spoilery content I post for the next month I'll mark with #6.5 spoilers so be sure to filter that out if you want to be spared from my insanity tho it'll prob be a bit before i post any spoilery things so realistically you should be safe also my friend highkey eluded to something ominous happening to zero and now i'm terrified to go through msq. don't test me squeenix. i'll make another entire fic series dedicated to an au where zero stays as a permanent scion if you try to take her away from me. i'll do it and yes, this is a threat.

[sign-from-god-complex]

A Gift From Me To You - Chapter 1

Summary: It was nothing really. Just a tiny little doodle on his inner wrist—a flower, something resembling a large daisy, but not quite. It wasn’t anything to get worked up over. Except, of course, for the most important fact: Virgil didn’t draw it.

Some people didn't ever get a soulmark, and that was fine. The four of them had, more or less successfully, resigned themselves to living their lives without a soulmate; that was just the way it was and there was nothing they could do about it. Of course, it could never be that simple.

Pairing: LAMP/CALM

Warnings: Brief suicide mention (let me know if there’s anything else I should warn for!)

AO3 link

It was nothing really. Just a tiny little doodle on his inner wrist—a flower, something resembling a large daisy, but not quite. It wasn’t anything to get worked up over. Except, of course, for the most important fact: Virgil didn’t draw it.

Virgil knew about soulmates. Most of the population were lucky enough to be linked to a certain person that was more suited to them than anyone else. The link was expressed through a drawing on their wrist which somehow related to their relationship, called a soulmark. The mark could be anything from music notes, to a shared favourite food, to a brand logo, and it usually showed up when you were around 5 or so years of age, but sometimes it was as late as 10. The link wasn’t intrinsically romantic; a person’s soulmate didn’t have to be their lover and just as commonly ended up being a lifelong best friend instead.

People had theorised for millennia over the origin of soulmarks, but Virgil hadn’t listened or cared. Because when he said, “Most of the population”, he meant the part of the population he wasn’t included in. Virgil didn’t have a soulmate.

Or so he thought.

Virgil frantically searched through his day for some reasoning behind the ink on his skin. Did Remy doodle on him while he wasn’t paying attention in class? Did he press his wrist up against someone else’s drawing that hadn’t dried fully? Did he do it in his sleep?  

He was fully aware he was being ridiculous, but when something you’ve believed for your entire life—practically built your life around—turns out to not be true, it’s kind of hard to stay calm. It’s like finding out you’re adopted or finding out Pluto isn’t a planet. It was entirely unprecedented and not entirely unwelcome. So, in the midst of his panic, he called his best friend Remy.

The phone rang a few times before he heard a voice on the other end.

“Wassup?”

Remy sounded slightly groggy, and then Virgil remembered it was 2 am and he’d been just about to go to bed before he noticed the mark. Virgil felt a stab of guilt go through him for waking Remy up from the very little sleep they managed to get. He was being silly, this could have easily waited until the morning, he shouldn’t bother them wi-

“Virge, it’s fine, gurl,” Remy said, interrupting Virgil’s spiralling thoughts, “I can nap in class if I really need the sleep. We both know I don’t understand the lesson either way.”

Remy always seemed to know exactly what Virgil was thinking and managed to cut him off at the pass before he panicked too much. It was one of the reasons they were such good friends, considering how different they were.

Remy was a massive extrovert. They lived for parties and hangouts and though Virgil remained their best friend, it was rare to see Remy without someone else around. Virgil, on the other hand, hated meeting people and kept to himself as best he could. Remy was pretty much his only friend—although he had acquaintances that he liked, he didn’t feel as comfortable around them as he did around Remy. No matter how annoying they were sometimes.

Honestly, if Virgil hadn’t known Remy already had a soulmate, he would have claimed they were the source of Virgil’s mark.

Virgil cleared his throat, “Rem, you didn’t, like, doodle on me in class or anything, did you?”

His voice shook a little due to all the emotions that were rushing through him right now. Virgil could hear Remy’s confusion through the phone.

“No? What’s going on, Virge? You’re worrying me.”

“Cause, I, uh-”

Preparing to tell Remy about his mark, he glanced down at his wrist briefly and his breath caught in his throat.

His soulmark had changed.

What was once the outline of a simple flower had become a small bouquet. On his wrist were about half a dozen daisy-like flowers, all in shades of blue, purple and red, and tied up neatly in a golden bow. It was gorgeous, bright and shining and more than he deserved.

He heard Remy calling his name through the haze that had descended upon him.

“Virgil, I swear to god, do not make me come over there and kick your-”

“Sorry, Remy,” Virgil replied, “I just… I think I have a soulmark.”

There was a good 5 seconds of silence before Remy spoke up again.

“What?”

They sounded completely baffled, like this was the very last thing they had been expecting Virgil to say, which was completely justified. People didn’t just get soulmarks. Virgil was 17, the time for him to develop a soulmark had long since passed. It was entirely unheard of…

And yet.

“Are you… are you sure, Virge? Like, it couldn’t just be a prank or something?”

Remy sounded hesitant to suggest that Virgil’s supposed soulmark could be anything but genuine. Making fun of someone for not having a mark was hugely cruel, but, of course, it happened anyway. Virgil had definitely gone through his fair share of bullying due to his lack of a soulmark, and therefore, his lack of a soulmate. But, unless the person pranking him was entirely incorporeal and able to wipe his skin completely clean and draw something new without him noticing (highly, highly unlikely, but technically not impossible), there’s no way this could be a prank.

“No, it changed, Remy. It, uh, it’s different now than it was when I called you.”

A beat.

“Oh, well that’s…” Remy took a deep breath, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Clearly, neither of them had any idea what to do in this situation.

“This is a good thing, right?” Remy sounded unsure.

Soulmates were something Virgil had always been kind of cynical about, but mostly that came from the culture surrounding it. It hurt, being left out of something that people seemed so excited about. Soulmates dominated almost every form of media and whenever a character didn’t have a soulmark it was always a weird point of tension. Usually, these characters were robots or aliens or just plain “weird”.

Truly though, Virgil hadn’t longed for a soulmark, he’d longed for a change in the culture. He hadn’t thought of himself as weird or broken, no matter what bullies at school would say. He realised there was a percentage of the population who just didn’t have the same experiences as the rest, but just because they’re small doesn’t mean they’re less important. He’d built his identity around the belief that he didn’t need to have a soulmark to be worthy or deserving of love of any kind. So, getting one… left a lot for him to process.

He chuckled lightly, “I’m not sure? I think so? I… don’t know what I feel right now.”

“That’s… that’s fair.”

There were a few more moments where neither of them said anything, just thinking, before Virgil stirred into motion.

“We can talk about this more at school tomorrow, Rem, yeah? I think it would be best if we both got some sleep.”

A yawn was heard from Remy at the mention of sleep and Virgil’s mouth quirked up at the corners slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sounds good,” they replied and Virgil could hear the sound of rustling blankets as Remy moved further back under the covers, “Goodnight, Virge.”

“Goodnight, Rem.”

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Roman had noticed his soulmark almost the second it had appeared. He’d spent the evening running lines with some of his friends in the drama club, as they were coming up on their performance of Anything Goes, and Roman had been cast as the male lead.

The auditorium had long since been closed and so the small group had retired to Roman’s house to continue practising. Roman had insisted his parents wouldn’t mind, after all, they weren’t likely to be home anyway.

They’d been running through You’re The Top when Roman had glanced down at his script to clarify a line and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Roman?” Valerie questioned, “It’s your line, dude.”

Roman didn’t reply, his eyes fixated on his wrist where a small doodle of a flower sat. Where did it come from? He was quite sure it hadn’t been there before, he would have noticed it! Wouldn’t he? His world was swirling with so many emotions he almost felt he had to sit down. But first, he turned to Valerie.

“Did you draw this?”

His voice was calm, too calm for the situation. His acting skills were kicking into high gear, assisting him in keeping his emotions under wraps for just a moment longer.

“What? Roman, I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Valerie replied.

She didn’t, of course. Roman knew Valerie would never do something so cruel to him. Valerie was the Reno to his Billy, both for the purposes of the musical and also in real life. They were excellent friends and any romantic feelings either of them may have had at one point or another was put into the past long ago, as they both had someone they loved now.

Valerie knew his lack of a soulmark was a touchy subject. Roman was a romantic at heart, that was clear to see within one interaction with him. As soon as he’d learned about the concept of soulmates at 4 years old, Roman had been obsessed with the idea that there was a perfect person out there for him. Out there in the great wide world, there was a person who understood him better than anyone else ever could and they didn’t even know him yet. It was intoxicating, believing that you’re loved at your core from the moment you’re born, waiting for them to show themselves.

So of course, Roman’s 5th birthday went by without a soulmark. And then his 6th, and his 7th and his 8th. By the time his 11th birthday came he thought maybe his soulmark was just a little late, but when he reached his 12th birthday he’d finally given up hope. He’d locked himself away in his room for over a week, sobbing and screaming about how it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair! He deserved to be loved like that! Why wasn’t he good enough?

Roman had moved past the immediate rejection he had felt, but to this day he still felt a pang of sadness every time he watched a romance movie or saw couples in public holding hands and laughing, matching soulmarks on display. He knew he didn’t have to have a soulmark to have love, but… sometimes he forgot.

Roman’s eyes filled with tears as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He spun around to glare at the other cast members in the room, his face stormy. He thrust his wrist out towards them.

“Did one of you do this?!” he yelled, his voice almost breaking, “This isn’t funny! Did you do this?!”

The rest of the cast shook their heads frantically, looking slightly terrified by Roman’s demeanour. Though he may be a drama queen, none of them had ever seen him quite like this. This wasn’t drama, this was pain.

Roman was… well, he wasn’t sure what he was about to do, but he was about to do something, except he was interrupted. Another cast member, Terrence, pointed to his wrist and said, “Roman…”

Roman pulled his wrist back to look at it again, the little doodle of a flower still ingrained in his mind, except… this wasn’t a little doodle. This wasn’t what he’d seen at all. It had changed.

And the bottom dropped out from under him and he was falling.

He sobbed the same way he had 5 years ago, completely unabashed and totally lost. And amidst all the despair and confusion, there was hope rising in his chest. Hope that he’d let go of so long ago, hope that maybe, there was a perfect person for him, hope that maybe he was loved after all.

And so with Valerie wrapping her arms around Roman’s shaking form…

Roman broke.

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Patton was woken up by a call from his boyfriend. Quickly wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he scrambled to grab his phone from the nightstand and answer it before it rang through.

“Heya, Ro,” he mumbled, still not quite awake.

A quick glance at his clock revealed it to be 4 in the morning, which was slightly concerning. Although Roman didn’t answer to any kind of sleeping schedule, he didn’t usually call Patton during the night. Pat would often wake up to an array of texts about anything from the cool bird he saw to how much he loved him, but calls were reserved for more immediate problems and never past 11 pm. He hoped everything was alright.

A closer listen indicated things may very well not be alright. Roman’s breathing was kind of unsteady and Patton could hear sniffing like he’d been crying. He immediately shot up straight in his bed, turning on the bedside lamp to wake him up a bit.

“Ro? Love, are you alright? What’s going on? Do you need me to come and get you?”

A laugh was heard from Roman, though it was slightly watery and quiet.

“No, mi corazón, I- I just need you to do me a favour, okay?"

Patton nodded, before realising Roman couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, okay, Ro. What is it?”

“Can you just… just look down at your wrist?”

Patton sighed.

“Ro, we’ve talked about this…”

Patton knew his boyfriend got insecure about their lack of soulmarks. It was something he’d confessed to after Patton had confronted him over dropping his hand when in public. At the time it had hurt; it had made him feel like he was some dirty little secret or that Ro was ashamed of him. After Roman had admitted what was truly going on, though, all Patton wanted to do was swaddle him up in a blanket and kiss him until he realised how much he was loved.

Patton had been raised by four loving parents who didn’t all share a soulmark. Their relationship was complicated, Patton knew, but he also knew that it was wonderful. As far as he was concerned, soulmates were a building block, a foundation. They may give you a place to start, a place to call home when you’re unsure about where to go, but you can build those things for yourself! You can build a foundation and you can build a home, with a family—or a found family—there to stay by your side.

A soulmate may be an important relationship you have, but it shouldn’t be the only important relationship you have, and not having a soulmate just meant having to form more important relationships by yourself. It doesn’t make you any less deserving of love, it just means you have to do the work yourself to find it.

He’d talked to Roman about this quite a few times when he was feeling particularly down about his lack of soulmark, and he’d really seemed like he was moving forward. So this request felt like 3 steps backwards.

“No, Patton, please. Just… do this for me. Please.”

Roman sounded like he was on the edge of breaking apart, so Patton agreed, looking down at his wrists in the lamplight and…

Oh.

His breath left him in one big rush. There, on his wrist, was a beautiful drawing of a bouquet of flowers. A drawing, he surely did not do. He rotated his wrist back and forth, watching mesmerised as the colours shimmered.

“Ro…” Patton whispered, voice breathless, “How did you… ”

“Do you have one too? Patton, I-” his words were coming out shaky now, rushed and teary, “I didn't understand and I thought it was a joke but I just had to know and I-”

Patton pulled the covers back and rushed to stand up, grabbing his keys from off his chest of drawers.

“Roman, where are you?”

He didn’t even bother changing out of his pyjamas, just stuffed his feet into his sneakers and carefully crept down the stairs. He knows that if one of his parents caught him they would still let him go, but they would insist on driving him there and would probably ask for some kind of explanation. An explanation Patton didn’t have.

“I’m at th-the park, near my house,” Roman managed to get out through his increasingly quick breaths, “I just, I had a breakdown in front of everyone and I needed to think and I can’t-”

“You’re alright, sweetheart, you’re fine. Just breathe. I’ll be there in 5, okay?”

After an answering okay from Roman, Patton hung up the call. He quickly scribbled down a note to leave on the kitchen counter just in case one of his parents woke up to find him missing, before he rushed out to the car and started the drive to the park.

With all his worrying over Roman, Patton had barely had time to examine his own feelings on the situation. It was clear Roman had spontaneously gained a soulmark too, and considering the odds that more than two people would mysteriously gain a soulmark in one night, Patton assumed they were matching. Which was… wow. That was amazing.

He loved Roman, he knew that already. It hadn’t mattered to him in the slightest that neither of them had a soulmark, but he knew this was something Ro worried about. Once he got past the mess of this evening, Patton was happy that Roman would be a little bit more sure that Patton truly did love him. It did, of course, raise the question of why and how they’d even gained these soulmarks, but that wasn’t for Patton to worry about. Right now, he just had to focus on driving and getting to his boyfriend.

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Logan hadn’t noticed the mark until later that day, considering he followed something resembling a sleep schedule.

To Logan, this had begun simply as any other day would. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, got changed and went downstairs to make breakfast. It was all done on autopilot, a morning routine that he’d gone through so many times he didn’t even have to think about it anymore. Until he tried to start breakfast.

He placed the bread in the toaster and then searched around for a moment, trying to find his Crofters. His Dad loved to hide the jars so that he could steal them himself. Logan had told him many times that he was the adult who was supplying him with the Crofters and if he wanted some he could just buy more. His Dad responded by saying that things just tasted better when they were stolen, to which Logan would roll his eyes and take the jelly to begin his meal.

After opening a few cupboards, Logan could see his jar on the top shelf, barely hidden behind a box of cereal. Logan was just tall enough to reach it, standing on his tip-toes and stretching out. He almost had it when something caught his eye.

His long-sleeved black button up was beginning to get slightly too small, so as he stretched the sleeves didn’t quite reach the end of his arms. And there, peaking out of the fabric, was something colourful on his wrist. Momentarily forgetting his Crofters, he pulled his sleeve back to get a closer look and stared in shock and awe at what he found. If you had gotten close enough to him, you may have had heard him make a whirring sound, akin to a computer that’s been given input it doesn’t understand.

He had a soulmark. He had… a soulmark. He had- fuck.

This went against everything he’d believed about himself for years.

Logan didn’t do emotions. He was logical, and there was nothing logical about emotions. Emotions were subjective and messy and caused more trouble than they were worth. His friends had often tried to convince him by pointing out all the positive emotions you can experience as well—things like love and joy and comfort and excitement, and sure. Those things weren’t unpleasant to experience, but they didn’t make up for all the negative emotions—the things like sadness and pain and grief and heartache and longing.

Emotions like those were what took his mother away from him before he was barely old enough to understand what it meant. Emotions like those are what forced Logan to have dial 911 to tell them his father wasn’t breathing and he didn’t understand why and he didn’t know what to do and if he loses him he’d lose all he had left.

Emotions were… too much.

No. Soulmates were nothing more than a fantastical idea to promote heartbreak and pain, and Logan didn’t need that.

But it seemed the universe disagreed.

In a barely lucid state, Logan walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed out some bandages, wrapping them around his arm. If anyone asked, he could just say he’d strained it from typing too much. Luckily, he was ambidextrous, so writing with his right hand wouldn’t be so difficult. It wouldn’t work forever, but it would work until he found a more permanent solution.

So Logan returned to his breakfast, spreading Crofters on his toast and finishing preparing for the day.

A day like any other.

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Chapter 2

[katamarei]

I always see ppl saying yknow "it's ok if you take a break from creating! its good for you actually!" but like I feel like I haven't had the energy/motivation to make art (outside of school assignments) for like 6 years lmao like. I think I've maybe possibly gone well past the threshold for this to count as a "break"

[intellectys]

hey pals! i’m currently looking at masters programmes (terrifying, right?) but it’s proving tricky because i don’t know anyone who’s gone down a similar path to what i want to do

if anyone has experience with oxford’s latin american studies msc or ucl’s globalisation and latin american development msc i would be super grateful if your could send an ask or otherwise get in touch!!

[hua-fei-hua]

fireworks

a/n: h ello there. i’ve been lurking in this fandom for a while now, but it’s so nice to actually get to writing something now. hope i didn’t butcher these two dfasdf. my friend told me she was disappointed with the fact that tdmm fic is missing out on a lot of fun cliches due to its relative rarity, so i’ve taken it upon myself to at least fill the slot of “kissed during fireworks”. even if it’s just a drabble. yee.

ao3 | ff.net

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It was a festival. Just a festival. Just something that the two of them had never experienced before, experiencing for the first time together as friends. Yeah, just friends.

They did it again in their second year, together again because their other friends had begun pairing up. It would have been awkward to just tag along on them, to third wheel on what were dates-but-not-quite-dates, so together they went again. As just friends. Holding hands so as not to lose one another was normal, right?

Third year was when it all turned real. Last year's dates-but-not-quite-dates blossomed into real dates and real couples, happy and laughing and indulging in one another. This year there had not even been an invitation to hang out as friends with them, too busy were they in their own little worlds, so for the third time in a row, Todoroki Shoto and Yaoyorozu Momo went to Ennichi festival together.

It was normal for friends to hold hands as they sauntered through the crowds together, right? It was easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the late night fervor, to look away for just one second and find your partner gone without a trace. Because that's what it felt like to them.

It was normal for friends to splurge on each other when they both knew it was easier to pay separately, right? Paying for the other's taiyaki or soba was just pennies out of the wallet, but pennies add up. Because there was a tab of life debts built up in their hero training days together, and all that had to be paid back somehow.

It was normal for friends to steal glances at each other instead of the fireworks, the beautiful, fiery blossoms in the sky, right? The reflections of light and wonder in Momo's face seemed just all the more compelling to Shoto, who saw fire every day of his life, but never in the same way that she did. He'd never thought of it as beautiful, but then he saw the colors illuminating her beauty, and thought that perhaps that not all things that burn will also destroy. Likewise, Momo saw him transform before her eyes as his gaze changed from aloof and neutral to awe and contentedness. It almost made her giggle at how childlike he looked, staring up at the sky like that, how beautiful his face could be when he wasn't feeling so irritated or lost in thought.

Shoto caught her eye at one point, and they both looked away faster than the eye-catch had even lasted. It was normal, was it not, for friends to look at each other, right?

Because it wasn't, at least not like that.

Shoto peeked back at Momo, and his face turned a hot as hers looked when once again, their gazes met.

No, it wasn't normal, not in the slightest, to see someone you've known for all of three years and only just now feel like you've loved them for a thousand years and a day. To see them, as you did every day for all of three years and only just now really see them as someone you might like to possibly, perhaps, maybe, just maybe…

…love?

Momo's breaths grew as rapid and shallow as her heartbeat; dear god what was happening to her? He was just a classmate, just a friend, just someone to go to the festival with when no one else fit the bill. He was just growing closer, and of course it made sense that she would notice everything about him, like his pretty eyelashes and his too-long bangs falling in front of his eyes, and—

She was beautiful, so beautiful, even with her quivering lips and brow knitted with confusion. Even with tears spilling down her cheeks like it was her life's work to cry. Before he knew it, he was leaning in, and so was she; he knew it wasn't normal to feel this way, at least if you wanted to call yourselves friends.

And she knew it too, choked back the questions because she knew already the answers. She had simply been too afraid to consider them the truth. Yet there she was, staring them straight in the face, closing her eyes, feeling his steady breath on her lips—

—her hand softly, gently brushing against his cheek, sending chills down his spine and his own heart racing; all the world was aflame—

—and he was the center of that passion.

Was it normal to want to kiss your best friend?

Such was the thing Todoroki found himself wondering as he and Momo drew closer and closer together.

Because it sure felt normal. The booming of the fireworks, the scent of freshly spent gunpowder…

…the flashes of light against her eyelids, the coolness of night and its sweet, summer breeze…

The taste of the other's lips upon their own.

They only pulled apart because otherwise they would drown; the breath in their lungs wasn't enough to supply two for long. Momo took in deep gulps of air, her hand still on Shoto's cheek, (his hand still on her waist), their eyes still locked on one another as they audibly inhaled and exhaled over and over, as they breathed as one.

Oh, who were they kidding. Certainly not themselves.

Of course it was normal, if you were in love with your best friend.

They closed their eyes and closed the space between them once more.

[arrancxr]

Could we get a lil (or long) intro post for each of the Gundalian aliens? I know nothing about either of these series but I'm curious!

Absolutely! o3o However, since this is stupid tumblr and will only allow ten images per post, I'm going to have to just do the Minor Orders this time. If someone asks for it, I'll do an intro post for the Major Orders too, soooo here we go! Note that these are all their human names— as in, probably not their actual names. And Google images did NOT want to give me good refs for some of their real forms, so excuse the shitty images...

. . .

Ren Krawler

Sixteen years old. Because of some weird lineage stuff his family had going on, he was literally forced to live in an isolated cave for most of his childhood— and only allowed out on the condition that he'd become a soldier for Barodius. He's not great at being a person, and honestly has the emotional and social capacity of a brick. While he is a very good kid who cares about his teammates greatly and wants to do the right thing, he's so stunted, confused, and scared that he tends to act like an ass on accident. The way he thinks the world works is all kinds of messed up, and it takes a lot of character development for him to learn to be a person. Tied with Zenet for most baby.

. . .

Sid Arkale

Twenty years old. An aggressive, hot-blooded guy who's honestly about as smart as he looks. The kind of person to think with brute force, not his brain. Friendly, boisterous, and a little too rough, he gets along with people at the same time that he can be kind of a dick. Definitely confident in himself and his strength, with an apparent jealous streak that comes out in his worse moments. Probably has severe trust issues, because what Gundalian doesn't? He can be a real dick, but in his best moments, he 100% makes up for it. Possibly something of an older brother figure to the others— no matter how much he doesn't want you to know it, he cares a lot.

. . .

Lena Isis

Eighteen years old. The sane one here. Actually gets called a "babysitter" at one point. Definitely the person with the majority of the braincells in their group, but they tend to fail her for a few reasons. She can be overconfident and too sure of herself, but the big thing tripping her up is that, because she works directly for Kazarina (the vicious mad scientist lady), she's kind of high-strung. Having your life and worth constantly on the line will do that to you. Quiet, analytical, and a careful tactician, she's doing what she has to in order to stay alive, whatever that may be. And of course, that means she's not particularly loyal to anyone...

. . .

Zenet Surrow

Fifteen years old. The youngest of the Minor Orders, and it's pretty obvious. She's baby. Nervous, high-strung, and always worried about not being good enough, Zenet is a walking anxiety attack despite her rough looks. She's terrified of screwing up or being the weakest member of the team... which turns out to be a pretty valid fear. Cynical, tense, and panicking easily, she's honestly kind of a mess. However, she's also a sweet girl who really just wants to feel safe. Highkey bitter that none of the upper-ranked Gundalians have been anything but cruel to her. She has the ability to shapeshift into the appearances of other people, which seems to be a special one.

. . .

Jesse Glenn

Nineteen years old. An imitation theater kid who's perpetually having a Moment. Probably a human-world fanboy, considering that I doubt the Gundalians have Shakespeare. Flamboyant, eccentric, and seemingly carefree, he's pretty much lost in his own happy little world of poetry and pretentious quotes. That said, he also seems to be a gentle, caring person with a lot of bravery and a strong interest in personal freedom. He's a good kid, is what I'm saying. And without all of the human-world quotes and such to spout whenever he doesn't know what to say, I bet he'd be pretty shy. Also probably really wants people to like him, which may be part of why he acts so weird.

. . .

Mason Brown

Seventeen years old. Where do I even start? He's an arrogant showoff who panics at the slightest hint of danger, constantly makes a fool out of himself, and is described by the wiki as "tends to spazz out when things don't go his way". He gets crushes so easily it's honestly sad, and would probably fall for anyone who looks at him kindly. Really wants to look cool, actually perpetually looks like an idiot. Dumbass baby who won't stop doing weird shit. Like Jesse, he's also constantly having a Moment— it's just a very different kind of Moment. I've also decided that he's the group's pathetic little horny boy, which ties into the whole gets crushes way too easy thing.

[zuzusexytiems]

Jujutsu Kaisen From A Person Who Has Never Watched A Single Episode Of Jujutsu Kaisen: A Thread 🧵🐼

Some notes before we dive in:

I literally dk wtf this show is about

Jujutsu????? and magic????

There's a boy and his grandpa is dying or smth

They go to school?? the school is for magic ppl????

they're all hot and they have weapons n shit

Some of them r canonically gay and I dig it

01. Yuuji (???)

Pink hair idk what's up with that but I fuck w it

Naruto incarnate

he's important ig

they ship him with That Girl a lot?

gets tats when he's angry like the hulk except he doesn't turn big n green he just gets tattoos

idk what he does honestly I'm sorry idc abt protagonists it's all abt the side characters for me 😩

grandpa is dying and he's sad

02. Megumi

apparently canonically pan and I love that

Sasuke but gay and therefore superior

idk what's going on with his hair and I hate it

10/10 would die for him tho

edgelord??? Secretly a dork??

probably has some tragic backstory that will make me fall in love with him

03. This Girl

Idk who she is and what she does but I love her holy shit what a fucking bamf

Ochako from bnha but not 15 so I'm allowed to have a crush on her

she has this deadly weapon thing it's so hot and I am so gay

100000/10 needs to step on me immediately

04. GOJO SATORU

LISTEN IDK WHOTF HE IS OR WHAT HE DOES EITHER BUT HOLY SHIT THE THINGS I WOULD LET THIS MAN DO TO ME JZSJSJSJ

the only reason I want to watch this show in the 1st place lmao

tragic backstory that's worse than megumi's???

victor nikiforov & kakashi hatake's love child

very powerful

could probably crush my spine between his fingers and I would pay him to do it

rail me daddy

05. Nanami (???)

idk he looks like a millionaire

either a mafia boss or owns the school???? (is there even a school)

idk but he looks rich so he prolly owns smth

they ship him with gojo so he prolly owns gojo😌💕

loves bread and is a regular at this one (1) bakeshop

cute

06. Mai Zenin

the Other Reason I wanna watch this damn show

she has a twin(?) and they're both bamfs

everyone in jjk is so hot and I'm so MAD

One of them is Good & the other one is either evil or dead

I saw this gif of the two of them w guns once and felt my soul leave my body

07. Maki Zenin

The Twin

If Levi & Hange from attack on titan had a child it would be Maki Zenin

The Good (??) /Not Dead one

never smiles and has issues

probably has beef w the pink haired dude

she could teach me math and I would willingly let her

08. the panda

he's a panda

I don't fucking know

09. This Guy

everybody hates him

lowkey wanna stan him just to spite everybody on twt lmao

was dead once ig???

If Mary Shelley Was Into Anime

Patrick Star kinnie

a himbo

10. This Other Guy

I keep forgetting he exists

highkey reminds me of that annoying kid from class B in bnha

gay gay homosexual gay

probably says "NAUUUR" out loud unironically

needs a hug and a 10-hour nap

idk how to end this post but l'm probably gonna get super obsessed with this show once I start it and I am Terrified 🙃🙃🙃🙃🐼

[katie934]

🍄 day 4/100 · mental health progress

i've had three main feelings throughout the day: stress, tired, and at peace.

ever since last night, the russia/ukraine stuff has REALLY had me stressed out. i nearly broke down just watching all of it begin—the sound of the missiles, the people fleeing, the blaring of the sirens. it all makes me sick to my stomach.

i feel almost bad saying that. after all, am i truly being affected by this at the moment? am i playing the victim in a situation where i'm not even being victimized??

what i keep trying to remind myself though is that that is most definitely NOT true. there's nothing wrong with mourning along with others. the thought of invasion, war, and death is terrifying. i should be allowed to feel those feelings without my mind telling me i don't deserve to. i may not be the victim, but i am still allowed to feel fear, sadness, and devastation.

as for the tired, i'm just tired, my dudes ahaha. we had a child come over to our house for a bit and WOOO boy, if school didn't drain me enough, that child most definitely did. they've officially left now though so i'm free to relax and enjoy the free time that i have tonight, which i am VERY excited about.

now comes the peace—i am SO excited to just have some free time for myself. my plans primarily include journaling, writing, and finding a new show for me and my friends to start watching tomorrow. i'm going to be vibing tonight bahah

also something i wanted to mention that is lowkey (highkey?) a big step for me and is kinda making me anxious but excited in a way? but i think tomorrow i'm going to post something on my instagram??? aside from a blm post, i haven't put anything on my page in FOREVER (like a few years), so this is actually a huge step for me ahhH

i just feel like there's stuff that i wanna share and i've always been afraid to do it—but hey, you only live once!!! so yeah guys. i'm gonna do it. i'm going to shove all those thoughts out of my head of people possibly being like "oh my gosh she's so weird for posting this" and just DO IT. i mean, if there was anyone who were to be rude enough to care about what *i* post, why should their opinion even be relevant to me? why should ANYONE'S opinion about MYSELF be relevant to me?? (or well, sometimes you are in need of input from others, but typically not for instagram posts.)

anyways, i think i'll wrap this up here—my thoughts and love are going out to the people struggling in ukraine and the surrounding areas, and please enjoy this picture of my living room + more snow that we got today here<33

⸙͎۪۫ ⊰

[fictionkinfessions]

/https://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/post/664948410353369088/i-kin-jeff-the-killer-and-im-occasionally This. This shit. So fucking accurate. Like... I've been (My keyboard skipped an e so I typed "ben", fuck this shit man) highkey terrified to tell anyone cause fuck they'll probably think I'm cringy or one of those rabid fans and then I remember "Wait but I just need some time to chill in this kinshift for a while, who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks it's all just bullshit anyway" HAHAHAH

- Jeffrey

[piplupod]

i fully agree that calling the cops on queer people isn't a great thing to threaten, but also as a minor i get their overall point. i feel that there should be some separation between pride = kink and pride = safe space for all ages. there should be places where younger queer people can go and feel welcome. and it makes me feel v weird to see a bunch of adults yelling at a minor for being uncomfy with kink in public? even if there are historical reasons for its presence, ppl can still b uncomfy

(the post in question)

HIGHKEY GLAD U SENT AN ASK ABOUT THIS TBH, i wanted to talk abt it/expand on it but im terrified of doing so on the post even in the tags bc ppl on here are fucking insane and will screenshot and post stuff out of context and then all of a sudden u get anons telling you to kill urself or smth so UH. yea. anyways. thank u for sending this in bc i wanted to talk abt it but didn't know if i should or not!!! <3

so first off i want to say that i agree with you!!! initially when i saw the post i was like >:/ but then i thought abt it and was like "well,,, wait. dont fuckin call the cops on ppl at pride lol" and rbed it bc i agree w "DONT CALL THE POLICE ON SOMEONE AT PRIDE HOLY SHIT"

i would love if pride could be minor-friendly all the time and luckily it often is. i've gone back and forth on this issue of having kink in pride over the last few years and i'm still not fully settled in one direction or the other bc its a VERY complex issue!

there are historical reasons for sure (that to be totally honest i need to do more research on but ch'boys just trying to stay alive rn shdgfjkl), and there are other reasons for it. personally, i only really get uncomfortable with people wearing kink gear/displaying nudity bc i dont know what to expect from them bc thats not a social norm i encounter ever.

i think maybe where i stand with this issue for now is that it's not going away and it's a big part of pride's history and many activists who got our rights to be where they are now were sex- and kink-positive, often leather enthusiasts. i think that pride is a complex celebration that has sexuality as a big part of it so we shouldn't necessarily censor it entirely (but i absolutely don't want anyone doing any sexual acts at pride lmfao that shit is nasty and you would need EVERYONE'S consent to witness that shdsfjkl). but wearing leather gear and even pup-gear isn't really an issue for me? i know i'm an adult now, but even as a teen i was kind of like [shrug] it's part of sexuality and a big gay subculture and it's not going to stop anytime soon. i just look away if i need to.

i do think it can be uncomfortable for minors but no one is having full sex in public, they're just wearing some funky outfits. this also overlaps for me personally with the whole issue of nudity and the human body being shamed. i think general pride should be at most PG-13 and then anything past that needs to go into private places where minors can either choose not to go into or not be allowed into. but thats ultimately up to the organizers unfortunately!

i don't know. it's very complicated, but the reason why i reblogged that post specifically was because holy shit don't call the cops on anyone at pride, especially since these are LGBT ppl - a minority group, even if they're wearing harnesses or puppy hoods and leashes. sorry for the ramble, my brain is not working very well with words lately :/ i hope this kind of made sense!

TL;DR i only reblogged it bc of the message of "WTF DONT CALL COPS ON PPL AT PRIDE" and i am not really sure what i think about kink at general Pride, its a complex issue that I haven't done enough thinking and research on.