#sorry I went apeshit in the tags

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[bidonicart]

Found below the creatures scream Stranglehold a god machine*

where else to find me

[madeimpact]

Character Study: Birds

tagged by: @beinfriends tagging: MUTUALS GO

SPARROW || innocence. big dreamer. waking up too early. walking home. being afraid of meeting new people. slim hands. always cold. reading a book under a tree. the smell of the forest. missing your home.

EAGLE || independent. caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron. being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT || falling in love easily and heavily. traveler. the infinity of the bluest sky. storms. broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people. a fleeting romance.

CROW || feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. prejudging. tight hugs that leave you breathless. a grey sky. serenity. intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke. the pride of someone wise.

DOVE || petals. jealousy. being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets. marble. sundresses. white clothes. the first sunset of winter. pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL || family. golden light. the sea murmuring in your ear. summer afternoons. caramel ice cream. collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree. swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY || artistic. getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun. no phone. being afraid of judgment. spring. a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

SPARROW || innocence. big dreamer. waking up too early. walking home. being afraid of meeting new people. slim hands. always cold. reading a book under a tree. the smell of the forest. missing your home.

EAGLE || independent. caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron. being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT || falling in love easily and heavily. traveler. the infinity of the bluest sky. storms. broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people. a fleeting romance.

CROW || feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. prejudging. tight hugs that leave you breathless. a grey sky. serenity. intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke. the pride of someone wise.

DOVE || petals. jealousy. being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets. marble. sundresses. white clothes. the first sunset of winter. pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL || family. golden light. the sea murmuring in your ear. summer afternoons. caramel ice cream. collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree. swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY || artistic. getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun. no phone. being afraid of judgment. spring. a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

SPARROW || innocence. big dreamer. waking up too early. walking home. being afraid of meeting new people. slim hands. always cold. reading a book under a tree. the smell of the forest. missing your home.

EAGLE || independent. caring too much for others. sharp looks. walking through the city late at night. the tallest and most spectacular building. iron. being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT || falling in love easily and heavily. traveler. the infinity of the bluest sky. storms. broken smiles. forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones. feeling out of place. mistrusting people. a fleeting romance.

CROW || feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot. prejudging. tight hugs that leave you breathless. a grey sky. serenity. intelligence. being left behind. chains. smoke. the pride of someone wise.

DOVE || petals. jealousy. being tired of living with the same old faces. whispered secrets. marble. sundresses. white clothes. the first sunset of winter. pride in who you are. learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL || family. golden light. the sea murmuring in your ear. summer afternoons. caramel ice cream. collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures. living breezy and carefree. swimming in the sunlight.

CANARY || artistic. getting excited easily. dancing and singing while you are alone. looking at your friends having fun. no phone. being afraid of judgment. spring. a meaningful gift. the first ray of sunlight.

[roxie-roo]

Bird of Prey - Proof of Concept

( hello friends ! Roxie here to give you all my new WIP Fic! Four chapters, plus this one, and an epilogue! I give you Bird Of Prey - the story of how Jimmy went Apeshit and won double life, because he deserves it! And since @carry-on-my-wayward-gays wanted to be tagged, here you are!)

"So, ⌖⟒⌰☌⎍⏃.." Grian heard their voices and looked up, grimacing. Great. These assholes again. "Another game?"

"Well, yeah.. Y'know, creating chaos and all that, it's kinda my thing." He shrugged. "Why? You want something with it?"

The floating eyes narrowed, the voices sounding gleefully malicious. "If you'll allow us."

Grian had a feeling he was going to regret this. - - - He'd wanted to give Jimmy wings this season. Jimmy always complimented his wings, and told him how much he'd like to have a pair of his own. Why not? He knew Jimmy was going to die first again, he may as well let him have a little fun before it ended too quick. Hawk wings, he'd thought, would be good for him. But getting the changed data back from the Watchers, he grimaced again.

Canary wings. The watchers gave him canary wings. Grian rolled his eyes. This wasn't going to go over well.. And, wait a minute, was he paired up with Scar?! He'd paired himself up with BigB! Now the order was all scrambled, void below this was going to be a fucking shit show.

Jimmy had told Grian he'd always wanted wings. He wasn't told the pain of growing them, however. Sharp pains starting at his back, almost feeling something growing from him. Now this pain wasn't a new one. In Afterlife, the pains of a new life starting never felt easy, especially when growing extra appendages like wings or horns, or tails.

It was uncomfortable as anything, of course it was. Jimmy hadn't needed wing holes in his shirts in a long time. Managing to rip two right where the wings were forming was a herculean effort that he was surprised didn't take him longer. But finally, the bones that started the baby wings could breathe. Jimmy let himself breathe as well, glad to not collapse to the ground like this. That would be embarrassing. Though, it did beg the question, where was everyone?

"They're not here yet." He heard a voice say to him. Grian. "Growing wings takes a bit.. I'm not bringing them on til then."

"Thanks.." Jimmy muttered gratefully. He allowed Grian to help getting the new holes in his shirt to be less horrendous looking, thankfully, and showed Jimmy the order of things in the game.

"You paired yourself with Scar?"

Grian scoffed. "You know I wouldn't willingly do that.. no, the Watchers wanted to change a few things. I wanted to be paired with BigB."

"You paired me with Tango?"

"Yeah, I did. Saw you two eying each other up during Last Life."

"Not true!" Jimmy sputtered, face almost as red as Grian's usual sweater. His friend laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

"Oh well. You're first out.. again."

"I'm used to it by now.." Jimmy shook his head with an almost bitter sigh. He was always the first out.

"Hey, who knows? Maybe you'll change things this time 'round." Grian shrugged. "Well, people should be getting here soon.. feathers should grow in shortly. This is my world, you're living in it." He grinned.

Jimmy laughed softly, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. "I doubt it... You've seen how this goes."

"I have.." Grian nodded a little. "But like I said.. Who knows.. Oh, and, before the feathers come in... I'm sorry in advance." He sighed, leaving to set the rest of the game up properly.

Jimmy paused. What did he mean "sorry in advance" before the feathers came in...

It wasn't long until he found out. Yellow feathers started forming along the wings, and Jimmy stretched them to their full length to get a better look. Canary yellow. Canary wings.

Of course they gave him fucking canary wings. This just proved things, didn't it? He wasn't a player.

He was just their canary.

"Well.." He sighed as he looked up at the spawn, where the rest of the players were gathering.

"Welcome to the coalmine.."

[moorishflower]

@softest-punk tagged me in this like 2 days ago I am here late to the party

rules: List five things you never get tired of writing. It can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. Then tag five people!

Eldritch, inhuman, or otherwise incomprehensible creatures falling in love with Just Some Person. Like this is the High Tier Queer trope, right? So many of us watched beauty and the beast as kids and were like "but...why does he have to turn back? why is Belle not allowed to love him the way he is?" and this trope has to do with the Other and how you can connect queer love to monstrosity, to danger, to defying convention and conventional beauty, but also I am just in love with the idea of something so intensely beyond human finding simple humanity beautiful. finding joy and fascination in things like idk groceries or playing the guitar really badly. the tempering influence of humanity on something that has no morals and does not understand them. the satisfaction you feel when the human lover is allowed to say "okay darling, go Absolute Apeshit" and you get to see how far something that far from human would do if it just went completely off the chain.

Language! I am in love with language, how it changes, its different forms and functions. If I have the chance to research slang or a dialect or something for a fic, I'll do so wholeheartedly. I absolutely love trying to find the connections between where we're at today with our words and where we were 300 or 500 or 800 years ago. (I'm also really into conlangs, shout out to my boy Jirt)

Weird esoteric sex. What it says on the tin. I like writing weird sex. Writing smut comes easily to me for the most part, and I'm mostly ace so I don't come at fucking from a perspective of having experienced it, which I think lets me go absolutely hogwild in terms of writing it how I want it to be experienced, metaphors included.

Folklore and mythology. I'm a classics nerd, and one of my majors was world literature with a focus on folklore and mythology. If I can shove a bunch of Hades/Persephone or Tale of Genji references in there I will.

Blur and Smear. Idk right now I'm really into these two words. Sorry if you see them 5000 times until I get tired of them lol.

I am bad at tagging people because I don't want anyone to feel obligated but uh I will tag some people I admire!!! : @wordsinhaled @avelera @fishfingersandscarves (art or writing or BOTH) @arialerendeair @xx-vergil-xx

[monsterritory]

HI! AU ANON HERE! Thank you SO MUCH! First of all, Breath of the Wild is fucking badass, so I don’t blame you. Second of all, Thank you for that! I just felt so bad for a long time…..but now, I don’t. I just know that I like those abusive relationships in stories but not in real life and that is absolutely fine!

As for the AU, ;3.

First of all, I adore this whole fucked up version of the Lorax. XD.

Second of all, while Dream is a protector of the woods, he takes things too seriously and too far. This is important. So, when Tommy gives his body to the demon….yeah.

Say that the “cut the trees down” operation was for a lumber company. Dream, using Tommy’s body, causes the forest to go apeshit on these lumber dudes. Some of them are trapped in trees, others are mauled by animals, others are swarmed by hornets.

It’s an absolute massacre…. After all, Father Nature is naturally sadistic towards those who harm nature.

…….And soon, no one is left. None of the bosses or their poor underpaid employees or even the people who were just tagging along for the money. All of them are dead…

Then, momentarily, Tommy wakes up…..to this horrific scene. Dream did this to show him what should happen to those who fuck with the forest.

But this only made the boy feel sick to his stomach. So…..he ran.

My dude (?), the world has yet to have a proshipper that'd be like "oh yeah I totally like violence irl. I go to court just so I can look at people divorcing each other" or whatever.

Alright, to the AU. A fucked up version of Lorax? I love that take.

Dream gets to sing the Bad guy song but its rewritten from the Forest's point of view. Something like,

"Who cares if a few dudes are dying?" I don't know. Just a funny thought. (Someone has probably done this before).

I love that we circled back to giving Dream "black morality" points. Makes Tommy's opinion of him all the more complicated (if it's not just "he is evil" that is.)

There's a quiet moment after all is done, the shock and weight of the situation is setting in as Tommy sits there, and Dream is asking him with such a gentle tone, it's hard to believe he went on a bloody rampage a second ago,

"Why are you sad? We saved the forest. They can't hurt us now."

And that's when Tommy runs. He doesn't want to be a part of that "us" that Dream speaks of. He just wants his normal teenager life back. He wants the lives taken from the people back. But it just can't be done. Life doesn't work like that.

There's a balance between nature and humans, and Dream doesn't understand it.

The sad part is, Tommy can't really run far from something that made home in his own head. The momentary peace that he finds is courtesy of Dream being quiet to give him some time.

Silly child. He just doesn't understand what's truly important. But that's okay. Dream can wait until he does. And even if he doesn't...

...Dream doesn't need his permission to do it all again.

Now the question is, where does Tommy runs to? He stops to ask himself that question.

He could try to find an exorcist. That could help banish the evil spirit. He hopes.

He could run home and ask his parents to hug him and cry while they do. He could apologize for being such a brat and going where he wasn't allowed to, thus causing the deaths of so many innocent people.

Maybe if he says sorry enough times, he could be forgiven?

He could run away. Hitchhike, maybe? Go somewhere where nobody knows him. Teenagers do get hired in some places, he could get a living... Whom is he kidding, a minimum wage is not a living.

Besides, in a few hours all the news channels will have his face and his crime on every screen in the country. There's nowhere he can escape to.

He looks down at his hands. (Were they always this muddy? Is this even mud or blood? He's not sure.)

Can he really run away? Or is there only one way left for him to go...

And that way is back to Dream.

[firefly--bright]

Blooming Hearts

Jean Kirstein x reader (**implied fem, they/them pronouns used) mini series, reincarnation au.

** - implied that reader stays with Sasha and Mikasa in the girl's dorms as a cadet.

summary : you never thought that some freshly bloomed flowers and newly brewed tea would help you meet the one person you desperately wanted to meet.

warnings : some angst

a/n : working on the next chapter of only you, darling next! sorry this took so long, I've been kinda busy lately. this is also the second last chapter of this fic :) this chapter isn't really as good as compared to the others, i just wanted to get it out as soon as I could. oh, and also, you can find the Series Masterlist linked in my main Masterlist. tumblr's tagging system sucks so I'm trying to not put links to old Tumblr posts to see if that helps. thank you for all the patience and kind words!

enter my taglist!

| Main Masterlist is pinned | Fic playlist | requests for jean kirstein and five hargreeves are open! |

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Chapter Four - Wilting

You gasped, collecting your breath as your shoulders shook from the amount of giggling you were doing.

You shouldn’t have been here, like this, but who would care, right? You deserved this.

You raised your head, wide smile still etched on your face. Jean’s face was mirroring yours, his left hand propped up behind you.

You had been doing your normal chores, going to attend the horses at the stables, holding a large brush in an even larger bucket.

It was a comparatively hot day, hot enough to make a good amount of sweat collect on your forehead. Armin, Mikasa, Eren, Historia and Jean were attending a meeting with the seniors of the scouts. It was almost surreal, the way Marco predicted the fact that Jean would be a leader some day, and here he was, now sitting as a commanding officer. Sasha was probably with Niccolo, and Connie had just left to visit his mom in the now abandoned village as he always did once a month, which left you to do some much needed cleaning around Historia’s cabin.

Historia hadn’t gotten around much, after reading the last letter Ymir ever sent to her, spending much of her time on the porch of her cabin that was used as an orphanage, going inside to interact with the kids once in a while.

The loss of a close loved one does that to people, you thought, chugging the bucket with difficulty.

Suddenly, you had felt a harsh tug on your sleeve, making you jerk to the right.

Your back pressed against the wood on the side of the stable, a shadow overcoming your figure. Your first instinct was to fight them off but as soon as you opened your eyes, you found the familiar charming smile that had first made you fall.

Eyes shimmering, Jean greeted you with a slight laugh at your appearance, for which you did slap his chest. He proceeded to tell you the most hilarious thing that had taken place during the meeting, which happened to be a higher up… farting.

“walls, it wasn’t even that funny, Jean.” You lied, smiling. “I applaud your story telling skills for keeping me hooked, though, 6/10”

“oh, do I get extra points for being so damn good looking?” he asks slyly, attempting to wink but ending up blinking instead, which sent you into yet another laughing fit.

You swore it was the most you’d laughed since Sasha went apeshit on that food Niccolo made, which was about a month ago.

you collected your breath again, finding Jean's hand which was resting next to your face, propped up on the wood. Your head rolled to the side, resting on his forearm.

His eyes were twinkling, a soft look on his face.

“there was… an attempt to wink. I mean, you tried, right?” you said teasingly, shrugging a little at the end.

“uh huh, and what would your grace, the almighty (y/n) rate this, out of a ten?” he asks.

“hmm, probably a 2/10. Not bad, Kirstein. You’d pick up all the girls in town with that.” You say.

He stands up straight at that, removing his hand from it’s previous position, opting to cup your cheeks gently instead.

He brought his nose closer to yours, till they were touching. You felt his nose move as he said, “i don’t need them to look at me when I have you.”

And with that, he kisses you.

Stable duties long forgotten, you kiss him back, hands wandering to the nape of his neck.

He pulls away, “missed you. the meeting was pretty boring without you. and Sasha and Connie, but don’t tell them I told you that.” His face is still close to yours, you feel his lips moving right over your parted ones.

“well I missed you too. Connie just left to visit his ma,” you say, “but I was gonna clean the stables… if you wanna help? Or we can just go home and take a shower and then have an early dinner… relax a bit.” You say, looking into his eyes which light up on the sound of a shower and dinner with you.

“i'd love that.” He said, pulling you in for another kiss

--

you had a noticeable skip in your step as you entered the flower shop.

Jean’s eyes locked on yours, your eyes shining, smile wide, as you greeted him with that all-consuming warmth.

It was consuming Jean, too, but he refused to acknowledge it.

He refused anything to do with you, which absolutely killed him. It had taken him a while to start warming up to Marco and Sasha when he first met them as well, but he didn’t think how hard it would be with you. he had assumed everything with you would have been the same, easy and comfortable yet adventurous and brand new, despite being such an old and tight tie.

His eyes remained to be steely, as he let out the most monotonous “hey,” he could find in him, which still sounded weak in his ears.

Your spirits weren’t deflated yet, though, as you browsed the shop a little. Jean used these moments to admire you, before you made your way to the counter.

“so… I don’t really have any flowers in mind today, so what would you recommend, flower boy?” you asked, placing his hands on the counter, close to his.

His chest tingled. His heart futtered. He could feel his ears heating up at the mere nickname.

He snatched his hands so they were now crisscrossed over his tingling chest, “I don’t know. You should’ve thought about that before coming here.”

The urge to use your special nickname he curated for you was strong, but Jean didn’t give in.

That was one thing about Jean Kirsten: he was stubborn. And he was confident about his stubborn-ness too, which only inflated his ego, puffing his chest a bit.

But now all his chest seemed to be doing was deflating, giving you the treatment he knew you wouldn’t like, nor deserve.l

He saw your shoulders deflate as well, which, again, nothing short of killed him.

You let out a little laugh to get rid of the tension in the room. You weren’t expecting this, it seemed, and understandably so.

Jean wanted nothing but to give you a small bouquet of dandelions, delicately tied with some baby’s breaths, all with a kiss to your knuckles while handing them to you just to see your flustered reaction.

“well, then, I’ll just take five of the… blue violets.” You said, small smile still on your face. You looked more pristine than usual, and Jean wondered if you were going to go do something after this.

Oh, right. He was supposed to leave with you today, to go hang out with Marco and the others.

The day was planned more for you, more for you to catch up with your friends and make even new memories, plan more days.

Only now, seeing how had it was to face you, did Jean realise how much he was going to dread today.

He silently rung your five blue violets up, tying them before handing them to you. The transaction took about five minutes, but they felt like eternity as he tried not to look at your eyes or smell your perfume too much.

Did you change it? It smelled… better, Jean thought. He liked it.

This was exactly what he was dreading.

--

The walk with Jean had been nothing short of boring. A little disappointing, too.

You assumed now, knowing your… soulmate, essentially, would be liberating. And it was! When he held you the other week, everything seemed fine, you felt so whole and complete.

Yet now, you were walking side to side to an absolute stranger who seemed to want nothing to do with you.

The physical part of it was nice, you thought, walking next to someone never felt this good before. All your old feelings revived at his mere presence and you wondered how all it took was his name for your mind to immediately know who he was. Nevertheless, your stride matched his, your feet making a unanimous sound as they scruffed the pavement.

You decided ten minutes into your little walk that you’d give up trying to make conversation with him, which broke your heart just a little.

The sky looked like it was going to rain, as you cursed yourself for not bringing an umbrella.

Flowers still in your hand, you made your way to sasha’s dorm which she shared with niccolo.

--

You sipped your warm coffee as you stepped into the flower shop.

Three months had passed since you first met your old friends. Since then, as planned, you had created more memories with them, too many to count, and it had never felt this good to be so loved and included in a friend group before.

In fact, they had invited you to a party with even more of the old cadet group. Apparently they had all been acquainted before and decided that it was a good idea to have a small party at someone’s house so it would be like “the old days”.

“but, you know, without the killing and all.” Connie had added helpfully.

You, of course, had readily agreed.

The weather was a little windy, greying clouds covering some parts of the sky. You wondered if it would rain today.

The fragrance surrounded you once again, as you welcomed it to hug your clothes.

You gripped your coffee cup a little as you saw Jean behind the counter, as usual, stoic and cold.

You didn’t know why but something had definitely changed after that day you got to know his name. As if knowing your name and knowing the past changed his perception of you.

Maybe he was a different person now? Or maybe he liked someone else? Or maybe he just wanted something new, something different, something not you.

The thoughts stung more than you wanted them to, but it’s not like you could do anything about them. You had tried to talk to him, asking him about his day, what he was up to, but he never answered the way you hoped he would. He give you his usual shrug and a one word answer that allowed no room for further conversation.

You wondered if this was what he really wanted. If being cold and steely towards you was the way he wanted to act with you, or if he was just a really good actor.

Either way, you were hurt.

Yet, you continued your visits to the flower shop, sometimes only to hear his voice. You knew it was probably a long shot but you continued making small talk with him even if you frequented the shop fewer and less enthusiastic. Sometimes you went knowing it wasn’t Jean’s shift, not in the mood to use your social battery on him.

Now, though, you wanted to buy flowers for Sasha, Marco and Connie. You thought it would be a nice gesture and it wasn’t like you hadnt already done it before.

Jean barely acknowledged the bell ringing, much less your presence as you bit back a small sigh.

You walked over to the baskets of carefully segregated flowers sprayed with water, picking each of your friends’ favourite flowers, along with two daffodils for yourself.

Three yellow roses for Marco, a hyacinth stem for Connie, who said he didn’t really have a favourite flower, so you picked the ones that reminded you of him, which also happened to symbolize playfulness. Three Chrysanthemums for Sasha, and you were all set.

Your plans were to meet Marco, Connie, Sasha at Sasha’s dorm, all dressed up, and then you’d leave whenever Niccolo would come to pick you guys up, being the only one with a car.

Silently, you put the flowers infront of Jean, telling him how you wanted it bundled. He obliged, as was his job, sneaking glances at your direction. You caught one, and offered him a small smile.

He quickly looked away, continuing his work. You didn’t know why you hoped he’d return the smile.

He rung you up, as you paid the money, without wasting much time. You felt the need to get away from the shop you used to love so much. A pang went through your heart.

Grabbing the flowers gently, rushing out of the place with them clutched in your hands.

“wait!” you heard Jean call behind you, making you halt and turn around, hope blooming in your chest.

“are you… are you gonna go to the party tonight? With us?” his eyes refuse to meet yours.

“I doubt it’s a full fledged party,” you let out a light chuckle, “but I’ll be going.”

You hoped he was trying. You hoped he started to atleast care. You hoped he knew you appreciated it.

He looked as if he wanted to say something, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. You bit back a laugh at his expression.

Finally, still not meeting your gaze, he says “that’s… nice.”

That’s it?

Its okay. You could be patient, though he was testing your limits.

“I’ll see you then, Jean.” You said, turning around on your heels and speed-walking through the doors missing the way Jean let out a heavy sigh behind you, the bell of the doors drowning out the noise.

--

Jean’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, waiting with anticipation for your arrival in Sasha’s dorm. His leg was bouncing up and down as he sat on Sasha’s bed, fiddling with the belt of the watch his mother gave him when he graduated highschool, claiming he’d look even more handsome with it. Jean wasn’t sure how a watch was supposed to make him look handsome but he wore it nonetheless.

“I think you should talk to them, jeanbo,” he remembered his ma giving him advice when he told her about poppy, “by the way you speak about them it seems like you really like them. You shouldn’t throw that away because of something that might happen.”

She and Marco were the only ones who knew about his situation, but as always, Jean decided to not listen to him.

“just talk to them, Jean.” Marco whispered near him, rather annoyed, which was unlike him. Sasha and Connie were going through Sasha’s closet, trying to figure out what she should wear. Sasha, being a master at procrastinating, had yet to change her clothes and get ready.

Jean leaned back, “I don’t think that’s gonna fix anything, though. I mean, it wont take back the fact that they’re quiet literally destined to be hurt.”

Marco sighs, closing his eyes. Jean was making whatever strong thread marco had that kept him together almost snap. Jean was good at doing that, he thought.

“you know what? Do whatever you want, just… I think you can fix this, I think both you and (y/n) deserve a happy ending. Other than that, I have no comments.” He says, getting up and joining Sasha and Connie, who thankfully didn’t hear his and Jean’s whispered conversation.

“I think this one-“ Connie pointed, but was cut off by a knock Jean just knew was you. he sat up, running a hand through his hair and glancing at marco.

“Talk. To. Them.” Marco mouths.

“youre here!” Sasha says, almost tackling you with a hug.

Jean sighs. Sasha’s love language was rather aggressive. He hoped you weren’t hurt by her antics.

“hey, (y/n)!” Connie greets as Marco smiles warmly at you.

Jean finally gets a good look at you as Sasha lets go of your shoulders.

His breath hitches. If his heart was going fast before he wondered how he was still alive with his heart going so inexplicably rapid.

You looked beautiful, smiling and happy and oh you were smiling at him, and you looked so bright, even under the shitty lighting in Sasha’s dorm, you looked gorgeous.

He gave you a tight lipped smile, seeing yours falter in response.

Jean was a cruel, cruel, person, he thought.

You made your way over to Sasha’s closet, your face immediately brightening and pointing at the dress you thought she’d look good in, in about two seconds.

Sasha gasped, saying something Jean barely listened to as he was too focused on your face, watching your eyes crinkle, your perfume surrounding him warmly, and he never wished he could hold you close to him more than now.

fuck it, he thought. I'll try.

He played with the belt of his wristwatch again, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, joining the rest of you. he stood behind you, hesitantly placing a hand on your shoulder, hoping you’d see he was reaching out, hoping it wasn’t too late.

You stiffened initially, but your shoulders relaxed after noticing it was just him.

“okay, I’m gonna get ready now,” Sasha declared, moving to the bathroom to change, “(y/n), choose my makeup later, okay?” she said, shutting the door of the bathroom with no further argument.

“oh, right, I got these for you guys!” you say, perking up and showing them the flowers Kean had tied together that morning.

You gave the yellow roses to Marco, the hyacinths to Connie, and left the Chrysanthemums for Sasha.

Jean felt like he’d been stabbed.

Of course he had wondered why you had bought so many flowers, if they had been for your friends. He wondered if the dandelions were for him, but now, seeing as they weren’t, he wanted to cry.

Had he already hurt you that much? had it been too much?

Three months ago, he would have been a little glad about the fact, he would have been a little glad that you had stopped hoping.

But now, knowing how hard it was to continue this charade for any longer, all he felt was a deep hurt. He had never felt this way, the type of visceral sadness that made his want to sit down and hug himself and shut the world out. he wondered if you felt like this everytime he was no less than a dick to you. he wondered how you lived like that. thinking your only soulmate doesn't want anything to do with you, tossing you aside.

the hurt boiled and bubbled in his chest, the guilt washing up on him in waves. the same heart that was fluttering just a moment ago felt like it now sunk into the depths of the Marianna trench.

he removed his palm that was resting in your shoulder, promptly shoving it in the pockets of his pants and rolled his shoulders back. there were no tears to be blinked away, but the lump in his throat prevented him to speak.

the pain of knowing it was probably too late to fix the things he messed up was just now dawning him.

you made your way to Sasha's closet once again, going through one of her drawers full of makeup products, picking the things she'd need after getting changed, while Marco helped. Connie still stood beside Jean, observing him carefully.

"something happened, didn't it?" Connie said, loud enough for only Jean to hear him.

Jean only looked at him. maybe it was because Connie knew Jean for longer than anyone did in this room, maybe it was because Jean wasn't doing such a good job at hiding his hurt as he thought he was, but Connie nodded, patting Jean's back stiffly yet comfortingly : his way of showing affection.

Jean still appreciated it, though he couldn't find it in him to speak.

"you can fix it." Connie said, leaving Jean standing in the middle of the room as he went to join you and Marco.

Jean looked at you, laughing at something Connie had said about mascara, your laugh crinkling the corner of your eyes beautifully.

he hoped he wasn't too late.

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jean could hear his breathing in his own ears, he could feel someone holding him in an uncomfortable position, yet he couldn't move.

he felt the imminent fear of the titans rushing towards him and whoever was holding him, the person frantically waving their blade in order to keep both Jean and them safe.

he could hear faint sniffles, gasping, struggling from the person holding him. the last thing he remembered was that he saved Mikasa from a Titan and...

what was happening?

why couldn't he open his fucking eyes? why couldn't he move?

the person holding him stopped waving their blade, a louder, surprised gasp coming from them.

Jean finally pried his eyes open at that, the lack of warm air from the titan's nostrils compelled him to check what was happening.

he blinked his eyes blearily, groaning a bit in the process. he felt the sweat drip off his forehead as he looked at the person holding him.

armin.

he followed armin's eyes, where Jean assumed the Titan was standing, but instead found its corpse.

someone had killed it, saving both Jean and Armin in the process. not just someone, but... you.

the sun was gleaming behind your sillohette, lighting up only the sides of your face as you prevented more titans from approaching him. Jean couldn't see your face clearly, his eyes still blurry and lungs still hurting, but he remembered thinking that he'd never forget this.

he'd never forget the way you were fighting for him, the way you used the titans themselves to grapple the hook of your ODM gear to, the way you guided yourself with strength and bravery.

Jean would also never forget the way he was angry.

why would you not care about your own life? why would you risk your life to save his?

he remembered scolding you about it later.

the little argument would then turn into his first kiss with his soulmate.

and Jean remembered thinking he'd never forget it.

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[heymrspatel]

Hi 🥰 I thing youre so confident when talking to people? Do you have any tips? Im so intimidated by so many of you but you all seem nice!

omg... anon, i need to be honest and tell you that i legitimately thought you had the wrong blog when i saw this come in. (do you? was this actually for me?)

it may seem like i'm confident (???), but i'm assuredly ✨not✨ i started off in this fandom sending anons just like this! i would drop in and freak out and compliment and wish people a good day just because i thought they were nice!

after a while though i just went for it with one person (hi cat), then another (hi mel), then i posted some art, and it all just kept going from there! and people were so welcoming and sweet right back! and THAT is what helped me just be my silliest self. also, just like going apeshit in the tags too lmao!

i still struggle with talking to people though! ooof! it's so hard for me to message first, which doesn't mean i don't want to. it's just like pulling teeth. thinking i'm annoying people, you know?

i still don't quite know how i landed the friends i did 😭😭😭 i'm sooo grateful, but also very confused and amazed by it everyday.

aaaall this to say that if you're comfortable on anon, that's ok! and it's a great stepping stone for getting comfy talking to some people! if you choose to stay anon, that perfectly ok! but also know that these are some of the KINDEST most welcoming bunch of people i've ever met in my life!! so if you decide to come off anon, you will just be cradled and pulled into the biggest group hug 💙

babe, you didn't ask for an essay. i'm sorry. i have big feelings.

[peculiar-shardscape]

batshit octave,,,? 🥺 /silly

EEK! silly au that went from crackship to crackship to divorce to crackship to Oh God my best friend’s gone apeshit and it’s all my fault to My boyfriend sent my ex best friend into super hell

NOTICE, PRHD CHARACTERS ARE INVOLVED. MOSTLY JJ THOUGH …. GUIDAL TOO BUT HES JUST THERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES.

JJ. So apparently a discovery he was fuckboy asshole dev’s self insert in some way and We Didnt Like That so we destroyed him and turned him into a whore instead

credit of art to my sibling rocket btw why is he so huge on my phone okay anyways yeah hes colors. and also for those nonprhd knowers he owns the Scriptbox which is just silly fucked up colored boxes. There’s a scriptbox in af1 near Dilly Donka’s im pretty sure but yeah scriptboxes exist

Anyways I created the scripterverse which is basically scriptboxes but theres a million of them and entities live in them, and JJ is the God of the scripters yay 🎉

OCTAVE. He is a scripter. He is the first and Only scripter to have left and moved out of the scriptboxes and lived off in paper robloxia. JJ’s technically the first to leave but he Lives in the scriptboxes still so. Whatever

Octave is monochromatic and we all know that and I’m sure yall can guess why I picked Octave for this AU :smile:

Scripter oc, C-Pod/Doc(not medkit sorry medkit hi medkit if u see this), scripter of butterflies. He did experiments (WITH CONSENT) on some butterflies which turned them Grey and also fucked them up a little but he’s not wholly aware of that

JJ pays a visit, sees a grey butterfly and “Oh these green ones look cool.” “… JJ those are grey.” “No, they look green to me! Can I keep one? ^_^” bad idea. Doc mentions that anyone with Achromatopsia (can only see in grey) have been extremely distressed by the butterfly and requests to keep it out of sight from any. Octave has achromatopsia. For now :)

JJ accidentally lets the lil shit out. GG. JJ runs over to Octave, who he hasnt seen in Centuries, and is like AY BESTIE dont touch a green butterfly okay?

“… JJ, what is a green?”

JJ trusts Octave a lil too hard on “you’ll know when you see it” and hey Octave Does see it he can see the green and it’s making him kind of distressed but Hey butterfly pretty. He touched it.

He absorbs the butterfly’s color (green), and suddenly he can see anything that is green (grass, leaves, etc etc) and hes like Holy Shit i can see things. Aborbs other living things and Woah i can see More Colors. Boy goes batshit, runs around draining ppl’s colors (and unknowingly their energy too), and then remembers people talked about colors and JJ is Full Of Colors

So! He went straight to JJ! ^_^ and he became this whole fucking monstrosity!

Also credit to my sibling rocket for this! If I forget to tag this as eyestrain later on forgive me and Tell Me so I can tag it as eyestrain

Yeah. He becomes a whole fucking bastard. And he just cant get enough. He eventually goes insane and loses his shit and everything and he gets his ass kicked by… oh hey Blueband is here too yeah portals exist because I said so I forgot this is also a crossover but only for Blueband see JJband was a crackship that turned into a major comfort ship so Blueband is here too yes I am a JJband enthusiast die if you hate it

There are two alt routes to this, 1 being Doc finds a cure to fix his stupid ass and 2 being Blueband sends him to superhell for fucking with his boyfriend and hurting everyone

1 is basically Octave is STILL an asshole but now he has glasses that help him see color so hes not so fucking petty. Aponi exists. We love Aponi. She says slurs. Aponi is a purple butterfly (see: purple is negative to green) and she kind of threw Octave to heck and took the colors back and returned it to everyone yippee yaya i just realised she exists in Both routes but in the peaceful route she and Octave actively hate each other and Aponi calls him slurs

2nd route, blueband just fucks him up and destroys him and sends him to superhell and torments him forever and refuses to let him die dont worry about it! ^_^

Yeah . Colordrained AU is a whole

[emuwarum]

i just went apeshit on your funny tag

im not sorry

ah so that’s why I have so much notes

I don’t mind I’ve woken up to over 200 notes once

[maggiecheungs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAY @jiang-yanlis!!!!

just a few of your favourite definitely canon queer girls (and also kitty chicha in that one mv bc i couldn’t resist 🤭)

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(JELLYSTONE SPOILERS AGAIN LMAO)

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Bicon El Kabong moments from the first episode. :•)

[animutate]

hiiiiiii i dont usually go here but i couldnt find something like this already, so i made it

noelleic: a kingender influenced or affected by noelle holiday from deltarune. 

possible pronouns include: jingle/jingleself, snow/snowself, hol/holly/hollyself angel/angelself, ice/iceself.

free to use with credit <33

[stonersolana]

Adding on to your tags about Nikolai: i personally think Nikolai’s racism was never addressed in the books at all??? His “friendship” with Mal was also shit too bc of the way he treated Mal and never got any criticism for it in the end at all. it’s kind of ooc imo for Mal to just accept Nikolai’s apology/just be friends with Nikolai in general given how the monarchy was the reason he and Alina became orphan in the first place and also bc of how Mal was dehumanized by rich ppl (and it’s also implied that Nikolai KNEW Mal was being treated like trash and also did the same thing to Mal)

oh i never said it was. i specifically said that Nikolai being horrible to Mal for no reason was made worse by the fact that Mal was a person of color in the books. Nikolai treated him like absolute garbage, like he was beneath him, less than a worm - and for literally no reason! Mal did absolutely nothing to him to deserve that initial treatment. I'm 100% sure Nikolai would've treated Alina like that if she wasn't "The Sun Summoner" you know? Mal is constantly dehumanized by the royals and it's really gross. Nikolai, for me, is a type of villain. He's the sneaky type. Darkling is obvious because he's a pedophile sex trafficker who sexually assaults Alina twice and does all manner of unspeakably horrible things. but Nikolai is the sneaky villain. He's lowkey racist, he's an imperialist colonizer, and continued the child trafficking of grisha children as cannon fodder for the second army. But as long as he Makes Ravka Great Again, it's all cool. Nikolai is at least a more interesting villain to me than Darkles tho. the whole "mommy issues/victim turns into a monster because of abuse" thing doesn't interest me at all. as a victim of abuse myself, i just really hate the whole trope that abuse victims turn into worse abusers than the ones who hurt them. And a misogynist white guy with mommy issues is also very boring for me. For me personally, mixing those two tropes is a recipe for a boring villain. so Darkles is a drop in a bucket of other white misogynist villains 🤷🏻 "he's white and a misogynist? groundbreaking 🙄"

Nikolai on the otherhand: a child who grows up as a royal with no respect but wants to do better by the country who doesn't care about him? wanting to do better than his gross racist child trafficking father only to fall into those same patterns when he's old enough for his actions to only be his responsibility so he can't blame anyone else? he can't even see himself becoming a monster like his father was, the man he looked up to then grew to hate? yeah that's interesting to me at least lol but i still think of him as a villain and that Zoya should have addressed his racism before he got with a WOC. i love the books, but Leigh does have a habit of fixing shitty men with "love"(*cough cough* Nina & Matthias/Nikolai & Zoya) but i'm glad she doesn't do that with all the ships(Rasmus & Hanne - not that they're a ship/Inej & Kaz, etc)

it was just very skeevy that he was like 23 trying to seduce a 17 year old kid. i'm turning 24 in a few days(3 days after S&B comes out on netflix) and the thought of trying to get with anyone younger than like 20 is absolutely repulsive to me. a 6 year age difference is HUGE when one of the people is a literal child. i don't really care if it was only for political gain, that actually makes it worse. He was basically doing the same thing Darkling did to her: use her and seduce her for personal gain. Which considering they're both adults and she's a child is just super gross.

in my opinion, Mal shouldn't have forgiven him. Nikolai did nothing to deserve being forgiven. Apologies only matter if you accept and take responsibility for your actions and grow and become a better person. Nikolai not being shitty to Mal for 15 minutes isn't a good enough reason to be forgiven. Forgiveness is earned and i feel like Mal felt like he had to forgive him because he was a Prince(soon to be Tsar) and his "better".

btw i do actually like Nikolai's character. He's very interesting to me. But he doesn't deserve to be coddled for the things he's done which a lot of fans end up doing.

[morgana-ren]

hello just dropping by to say rough sex with reaver anyway bye

HHHHHH I hate y’all so damn much lmao I’m too nauseous to be this thorsty

But yes. Absolutely, rough sex with Reaver. Cause there’s no other kind. Reaver doesn’t do gentle love making. Not since her. Basically, if it doesn’t make people gasp in horror or blush so deeply it’s painful, he’s not interested.

Sometimes it’s a willing and enthusiastic partner in his sex dungeon (don’t lie, we’ve all seen it) and other times it’s him putting royalty back in their place by gripping them by their hair and thrusting so deeply down their throat that they have to thank Avo for their heroic constitution.

He loves degrading his partners and pushing people past their comfort limits. He gets off on the fact that he can do whatever he wants and no one would dare say a thing. Not to him. He could bend you over the war table and the advisors would have the good sense to just keep talking and pretend it wasn’t happening. Basically, things are going to go the way he wants them to go in the bedroom (or the bathroom, or the carriage, or the closet, or the balcony, or-) and you don’t really have a say in it. His greatest sense of pride comes from making people do things they really don’t want to do, but still coaxing an unbelievable amount of pleasure into them that inevitably leaves them begging for more. He’s not into one-sided pleasure. He wants his partners to be in absolute ecstasy, even when they don’t necessarily want to be.

Not into anal? Too bad, you are now. And even as you clench your eyes shut, you become acutely aware of the building orgasm in your abdomen. He knows just how to move to make you squirm. He’s had a lot of practice. Have a deeply rooted fear of being caught in public? He’s going to yank you off the ballroom floor, push you in a closet, rip your clothes off and fuck you VERY loudly. No one in the vicinity? Good thing he tore your clothes in all the right places and left you covered in marks. He wants every last person to know you lowered yourself by letting a despicable man like him inside you (and enjoyed it, to boot.) Have a loved one you just KNOW would be absolutely horrified if they knew what you were up to? He’s going to whisper “I wonder what they’d think if they could see you now, with my cock all the way down your whorish throat” as you suck him, and when he’s finished, he’ll offhandedly remark “I’ll be sure to let them know just how adorable you look with my cum drying on your face.”

He probably will too.

Blowing him underneath his desk as he works? Perfect. Just ignore the body that just dropped to the floor two feet from you from the person he just shot for annoying him.

Are you a hero? Even better. He doesn’t have to hold back or worry about killing you mid-fuck. You can take more of his punishment and give it back with equal vigor.

Yet, even as he pounds, scratches, sucks, rips, breaks, chokes, slaps, thrusts and fucks his way to an early grave (yours, that is), he can never quite get his fill. Reaver is a libertine, and what is life without sex, death and violence? If you’re a favorite of his, you’ll find yourself in his bed more often than not. Not in the mood? Tsk tsk, you should know better than to talk back to him. He’d shoot you if you didn’t feel so good clenching around him looking terrified. Granted, it’s so easy for him to have his pick of the loose noblewomen, but there’s something about you that satisfies him in a way that those insufferable harpies can’t.

It’s an unspoken rule that no one else is to touch you. Ever. He’d never say it, of course, as that implies he cares for you, but Reaver doesn’t like people who play with his favorite toys. And people who Reaver doesn’t like tend not to live long.

His favorite thing? Wrapping a large hand around your throat and squeezing just a little too hard. He’s in control, he OWNS you and you know it. And even as you fear for your life, gasping with eyes watery and leaking, your legs never unwrap from his waist. If anything, you pull him in tighter, clenching him harder. The euphoria of knowing that he could do anything, everything to you and you’ll keep coming back to him just spurs him harder, thrusting until the rocking of your bodies is enough to give you fabric burn. People throwing themselves at his feet (either in flattery or begging for mercy) is nothing new, but the fact that despite everything, he’s managed to keep a leash on you even as the threat of a violent end looms so closely just makes him positively giddy.

If he’s feeling particularly mean, he’ll cover you in his cum. When he’s finished and you reach to wipe yourself off, you’ll hear him go “I certainly hope you’re not considering cleaning yourself, my dear. I rather like the way that looks. What an enticing picture. I might just commission a painting! In fact, I think will. Stay just like that, ma petite.”

The threat is implied.

Both you and the painter are absolutely mortified. Reaver, on the other hand, is having the time of his very long life.

Still, he allows you to sleep in his bed on the nights he takes you, which is unheard of. When he starts twitching and grumbling in his sleep, you’ve come to understand that he’s having one of his nightmares. While you would never ever mention it when he’s awake if you want to keep breathing, you know there’s a scared, sad man somewhere underneath all the finery and facade. Your touch, ever gentle, seems to soothe him, and soon enough, he stops tossing and turning and drifts back into dreamless sleep.

He’s a horrible, despicable man. He knows it. You know it. And despite that, you’re never happier than when he’s bottoming out inside you. You’re not sure if you could call what he feels for you a soft-spot, but you’re not deepthroating the barrel of the Dragonstomper, and that’s enough for you.

[bigfatbreak]

Hey, I was just wondering if it would be okay to try to write something for your feralnette au? (I can't guarantee anything, but it just really makes me want to /write/ ya know?) I feel like I saw you say it was okay in a post when I was going through the tag, but I wanted to make 100% sure before doing anything.

Also, can I ask what Felix's relationship to Adrien is? He's tagged in everything as Felix Culpa (sorry if that's A Thing™️ I'm kinda out of the loop sometimes) but also lives with/can get grounded by Gabriel? I know he's a transfer student and figured he might be a cousin or something?

Also also, I'm in love with your art and it's so incredibly fun and dynamic and brooding all at the same time and it's just so good 💕 Thank you for sharing it and being great yourself

Thank you thank you!

First of all, yeah go for it. the feralnette au is just the essence of 'go apeshit,' just tag me so I can read it! I read a lot of fanfic on my work breaks lmao

I realize I haven't put my Felix's backstory up, so here's a good time to do that:

The Culpa family actually has no bloodline relation to the Agreste name brand at all - rather, its a textile company that creates the best fabrics and patterns for the discerning eye on the fashion market.

Felix's mother was a really good friend of Emilie, and they would often make a lot of brand deals together based on friendship rather than legalities, because of course who was gonna split up two powerhouse besties? not their husbands! that's playing with fire babey!

When Emilie went missing, Mrs. Culpa was CRUSHED. She was one of the loudest voices in attempting to find her, and was flabbergasted as to why Gabriel wasn't in on the search efforts, instead just boarding himself up in his house, mourning like she was already dead. How could he know something like that if she just went missing, why is he acting like his wife is no longer in the picture if she's just missing?

Gabriel, in his colder line of thinking, began taking advantage of the Culpa company's kindness and dragging them into deals without their consent, riding on the coattails of Emilie's friendship. This did not go over well, because the Culpa family isn't made up of pushovers, and they were hurting just as much about Emilie's disappearance.

This led to a lot of... legal talk, and Gabriel being stripped of a lot of assets. He had to lean on Adrien's looks to get a lot of his repeat customers back after the fiasco that was 'the Agreste brand loses their best deal with the strongest Textile company in this hemisphere, sorry about the shit quality of your clothes now."

When the Culpa's found out Gabriel was taking this out on Adrien - because of course he is, who locks a boy in a tower with a bunch of crap like they're an easily soothed pet? - they offered an olive branch. Felix was interested in some classes in France, and he wanted to get a flavor for the area, since he's also big on fashion. If Gabriel hosts Felix (who'll act as eyes and ears for his parents on picking up clues as to what happened to Emilie) then they'll release some of their assets back to him. That shouldn't be hard for a man made of money, and especially not for Emilie's HUSBAND, and this way Felix can help out the young heir for the Agreste company, steer him away from being a total shit like his dad and give him a little bit of support at home.

That would be huge for the company if Gabriel can pull it off, not to mention Nathalie is buzzing in his ear constantly about the kind of funds they're losing looking for better quality fabrics among third party dealers. He just has to deal with what he assumed to be another Adrien in his house, and that should be easy enough, teenage boys are distractible.

Instead, he gets Felix Culpa, who was raised by his hawkish parents in the art of 'don't let anyone take advantage of your kindness, and shower your allies in it when you know they're worth it,' who is dealing with absolutely zero of Gabriel's nonsense but also has to live under his roof. (He really did promise his parents he'd find out what happened to 'auntie' Emilie.)

This is frustrating for both parties, one because Gabriel DOES have permission to ground Felix or whatever, he is the adult overseer, but the moment Felix decides he's being a total jackass, he gets to pull the plug on this textile deal, and GOD if Audrey finds out he fucked up another deal she'll yell at him till his ears fall off

in a nutshell, if Gabriel wants his company to not go under bc his ass is busy playing supervillain, he has to play the part of host for a teenager that thinks Gabriel was involved in Emilie's disappearance.