#the mad ramblings of a sleep deprived person

[caramellcandy]

what do you think eury's thought process was for opening the bag? i refuse to believe he just wanted treasure. if it's not treasure and not storm, what did he think was in the bag?

Thanks for asking this because I wanted a reason to talk about this.

This is pure ramble with probably bad punctuation written by a teenager so be warned that it's not very good.

I don't think eury wanted whatever was inside the bag, it was a matter of trust, ody proved that he didn't trust them so they stopped trusting him.

It started during luck runs out, telling someone to shut up and not complain is not the best way to build trust, specially if that person is just worried about you because they already lost many people.

Then he goes up there and when Odysseus asked what was the catch Aeolus told him that he had to keep his friends close, (he also added some extra things to make him do the wrong choice because that's what gods do) but he told him nonetheless.

Odysseus pushed everyone away for nine days, nine days that the crew spent with a sleep deprived Odysseus that was probably always defensive about the bag and was probably also really aggressive because no one is in a good mood after not sleeping, probably eury offered help because he was worried and it didn't go very well because of course Odysseus wouldn't accept help, so that would prove, again, that Odysseus doesn't trust him.

Then after nine days of a sleep deprived Odysseus, winions manipulating everyone, the crew also pushing to open the bag and enough prove that Odysseus doesn't trust them, eury opens the bag, because who wouldn't? Nine days is pretty long and it's probably even longer if you have a sleep deprived guy walking around making very clear that he wouldn't trust any of you for anything because he can't even trust you to take care of a bag, I don't think that the people that are mad at eury or anyone would keep the bag closed, I definitely wouldn't, it's very easy to judge eury without knowing what happened through those nine days.

I should also mention that until now eury did everything Odysseus asked to so eury wouldn't have opened the bag if Odysseus asked him to protect it too and that Aeolus said "now they want to open the bag so they can have closure" so the song makes it very clear that they don't care about the treasure.

Odysseus and eury messed up but everything was Aeolus' fault for making Odysseus play a game specifically made for him to lose.

[tero-ga]

Aaaaanother TGAA SwapAU stuff and it is my wonderful boy Albert as the prosecutor!!

I've changed some of the designs in this one like the jacket color to white to make a resemblance of a lab coat and reflecting of Kazuma white school uniform, as well trying to bring more Frankenstein's Monster vibe too hehe (aaand make him look more miserable too). He is also have a locket that have a painting of him and his two brothers, it was given by Andrew during his wedding!

I also made bunch of character that related to Swap!Albert's life from 10 years ago, like Andrew(Klint's roleswap) and his other brother Michael, university Barok and Albert, etc. more info about the are there down below 👇👇

First of I wanted to say I'm sorry I can't do full render of everyone here, do that with all of them would be death sentence for me so I couldn't do it 😭😭 Anyway without further ado, I'm going right into it! Start from left to right!

This first one Ryunosuke father replacing as Genshin Asogi. At first while brainstorming I was thinking of maybe do three switch around with Genshin, Jigoku, and Yujin but the it somehow felt weird for me. Then the thought of maybe involving Auchi in this too (like, imagine him being swap with Jigoku wouldn't that be funny and terrifying thought), but discarded that idea out because of Menimemo would have no one to swap with (i have to i'm sorry). Sooo I ended just design him from scratch, he is quite easy to figure out since Genshin doesn't really have much going on with him, but since we don't have any idea of original Ryunosuke's parents at all I have to take idea from something else, and that is his daruma doll for his eyes (he is half blind!! :D) and Phoenix DD/SOJ design (droopy hair and light vest) and everything else is from Genshin. His name is Ryuuki Naruhodo since Ryunosuke is another name for Ryuichi so I want to keep the train going!!

Andrew the screwdriver, oh I missed him- Anyway, I redesign his outfit because tbh his previous outfit is ridiculous 😭 it's funny and fun but I do want to take him seriously now. I'm tried to keep the A shape still but it's less subtle now, I think it turned out okay!! (Oh yeah, his cane is supposed to be a hidden sword but i forgot to put that in the drawing 😭). I was supposed to make his bowtie red like the hair tie but then I realized it will getting rid of the purpose of the hair tie (it referencing the blood on the tip of the screwdriver) so I ended up making it color silver.

The Lady Baskerville, I gave her similar design to Sunny(Herlock!Swap) with the bowtie, color palette to his mascot, and hair on her. I'm not really quite fond with her design, maybe I'll do redesign her again if I got a idea pop up like crazy but in the meantime this is her design.

Guess who is this?? Another one of Albert's tool is here finally!! Michael the crosshead screwdriver! Since we never see Michael anywhere and only mentioned once in the game he is, I'm just draw simple design for him (I wished I could put M shape in the design but I have no idea WHERE to put it 😭 so I tried used the bowtie for it). I also thought it would be nice to make him a defense attorney so I made the design for the badge too. Since he is sadly not going to be mentioned a lot in this AU since I'm trying to make the storyline same as the original, so I made a backstory of what happened in the fun fact tags. There was supposed to be more tool to be added but my god that would be taxing to design, so I have to make only Andrew and Michael as his only siblings.

The doggie Balmung replacement, Bolt, He is a Irish Setter! Beforehand he was supposed to be Borzoi but then research the background of the breed I don't how difficult it is to actually get one in that era so I have to changed breed :((

Albert and Barok in university days!! I just keep same as before like previous design!! There's a tiny change like the hair and the neckties.

There is going to be more content of them soon because I have a lot of ideas for them sooo stay tuned ;)

Here's the concept designs!!

[scoundrels-in-love]

I can't believe someone assigned me Bard on sight.

What have I DONE to you people?

[computerpeople]

my life can be sectioned off into like fandom periods and i tend to be able to remember things more chronilogically because of that. no internet ballerina/webkinz only, deviantart user/furry fandom, mlp, homestuck, until dawn, danganronpa, overwatch, homestuck, and now i've cycled back into until dawn

[zvdvdlvr]

— Lunch Break

— 🫧. Synopsis. Spencer hasn’t been feeling well lately. When he accidentally gives you his lunch as well as yours, you have to leave work to make sure he gets his lunch and eats to make sure he gets better. But the thing is, no one knew Spencer had married someone.

— 🫧. Warnings. Blue!collar reader. Female reader. Collective group shock lmao. Foul language. Welder!reader. Pet names. Possible out of character Spencer but i dont really care. I’m so sleep deprived yall.

— 🫧. Other welder!reader pieces. Alive and Breathing.

“Bye, angel,” you murmured after pressing a kiss to your sleepin husband’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer replied tiredly, eyes opening the slightest bit. “I already put your lunch in your cooler. Be safe.”

You smiled. Of course, even though you have to leave at 2 in the morning, Spencer’s already five steps ahead. You turned to leave the bedroom but stopped after hearing him cough. “Before you leave- I got you a few more boxes of that DayQuill/NyQuill stuff and Mucinex. Should be on the counter. Make sure you take them, Spence. I know you haven’t been feeling well. Bye, I love you,” you spoke quickly, throwing your coat on.

Spencer felt a smile forming on his face. His wife: always attentive and gentle (to him at least). “I love you, baby.”

“Hey,” Spencer greeted, picking up his phone and heading out of the bullpen. “What’s up?” Spencer was confused: you didn’t usually call him or contact him when you were at work unless it was absolutely necessary. Were you in trouble? “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright, angel. I’m coming over to drop off your lunch. You, uh,” your voice paused, probably observing other drivers’ movements at a red light. “You gave me my lunch and yours. So I’m on my way. Do you want me to come up or… drop it off? I’m all dirty ‘n everything,” you rambled.

“I think you look hot when you get off of work,” Spencer replied with a smile. He felt himself sigh. He was glad nothing had happened to you.

Your laugh crackled through the line. “That’s because it’s a very physical job, Spence.”

Spencer chuckled, “No, babe, I think you’re just… naturally very attractive.”

“You’re too good for me, Spence. Did you take your medicine? You sound pretty nasally,” you questioned.

“Yeah, I took it,” Spencer replied quietly with a smile on his face. You noticed everything- and Spencer was the profiler! “Anyway, I gotta go, babe. Drive safe, my beautiful wife. I love you.”

“I love you too, husband.”

Spencer tucked his ohone back into his pocket and wandered back out to the bullpen. “Hey, so… I have something to tell you,” Spencer blurted out to Emily and Derek who were watching him like a hawk.

“What is it?” Emily asked immediately, eyebrows furrowing.

“So, I want to apologize for keeping this for so long but I just- I didn’t know how to tell you. I mean, not to mention the fact that you wouldn’t have believed me anyway but that’s not the point. The point is I want you to stay calm and don’t be mad at me.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, kid, slow your roll. What’s goin’ on?” Derek asked.

Spencer looked at both Emily and Derek before sighing. “My wife is gonna be swinging by soon and… she’s… all I’m asking is don’t scare her away. Actually,” Spencer paused, smiling slightly, “she might scare you a little bit.”

Emily’s brows raised higher then Spencer previously thought possible. “You… What?” She asked, standing up.

“You’re actually joking.” Derek stated, face solemn. “You’re joking, man, come on.”

Spencer shrugged, hand coming up to pull the necklace his ring was on from under his shirt to show his coworkers. “We went to the courthouse one year, eleven months. two weeks, four days, and twelve hours ago.”

Derek blinked. “Are- You’re seriously not joking?”

“I have the documents at home to prove it,” Spencer replied, tucking it back under his shirt. “If, you know, you want to see them.”

“I’d rather see her in person,” Emily stated, already starting her pacing. “But like, you didn’t kidnap her or anything did you?”

Spencer shook his head. “No, believe me. She loves me, Emily. I love her.”

Derek sat, hands on his head. “So we missed the wedding and everything? You didn’t say a word, man.”

Spencer nodded. “We were gonna tell you, invite you over for our anniversary.”

“Spencer, what’s her name?” Emily asked suddenly.

“Who’s name?” A low, gravely voice asked. Aaron Hotchner stood, hands on his hips, staring each of his agents down.

“Spencer’s wife’s,” Derek responded slowly.

“Oh,” Hotch replied casually.

“You knew?!” Emily asked loudly, mouth dropped open in shock.

“I saw he added someone else to the insurance, and there was another emergency contact. I haven’t seen her though,” Hotch answered honestly.

“When’s she gonna be here?”

“Soon. She called me probably five minutes ago, so estimating the amount of traffic about this time, I’d guess probably ten minutes.”

“I assume you can find something to do for ten minutes?” The corner of Hotch’s lip turned up just the slightest bit, and he had a hint of amusement in his voice. When Derek finally tore his eyes off of Spencer and Emily bee-lined for her desk, Hotch turned around and stalked over to Rossi’s office to tell him the good news.

Spencer stood up when he heard the unmistakable sound of your steel-toed boots making comtact with the floor. A sweet smile painted his face as he gravitated to you, shoulders relaxing at your presence. “Hey, baby,” he whispered when he was close enough to you.

“Hi you,” you replied, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You brandished a brown paper bag, Spencer’s name written in your handwriting.

Emily watched you walk in. You were wearing two shirts, dark in color with small holes decorating the sleeves and the hem of both shirts. Your pants were dark and thick, dark liquids and stains all over them. The boots on your feet were definitely thick: steel toed if Emily had to guess. A physical worker, she put the pieces together. Electician? That wouldn’t explain all the stains. Mechanic? Couldn’t be: why would your shirts be all torn if you were fixing cars? Welder? The pieces fit, though Emily wasn’t too educated in that department. She had respect for you. Not many women Emily knew could handle the responsibilities of such a physical job, or handle all the creeps, jerks, and perverts that passed in your workplace.

“Derek,” Emily whisper-yelled. He looked up and she gestured to where Spencer had strode over to you.

“Come on.”

Emily stood up, brushing her hands on her pants and followed Derek to where you were conversing.

“-come back? He’s been slacking off too much, baby, you shouldn’t let him keep relying on you to get his stuff done,” Spencer rambled angrily.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Spence. How are you feeling? I brough- oh. Hi,” you greeted.

“Hi! Mrs. Reid, right?” Emily asked, sticking her hand out.

You smiled brightly and nodded. When you saw her hand and showed her your own: “I don’t, uh, think you’d want to do that,” you murmured.

“Doesn’t bother me,” Emily assured honestly.

You returned her genuine smile and clasped her hand. “Thank you. You’re… Emily? Right? And then you’re Derek?” You asked, turning to face Morgan.

“That’s us,” Morgan answered.

“I don’t think Spencer’s brought me up. I’m y/n Reid,” you introduced. “Sorry for all the grime. I came to drop off Spencer’s lunch,” you explained, shooting Spencer a smile, who kept his eyes trained on you the whole time.

“Good to meet you, y/n.” Emily said. “If… if you’re alright with it, I’d like to get the team together. To meet you. If,” she glanced between you and Spencer who was watching you unblinkingly, “that is okay with both of you? I don’t want to push you.”

Derek side eyed Emily. Penelope would probably scare y/n away, even though she didn’t mean to.

“Up to you, baby,” Spencer murmured when you turned to face him.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you answered. Glancing at your Casio, you nodded, “I’ve got an hour.”

“It’ll be fast,” Emily reassured with a smile.

Emily and Derek split up, Emily going up to get Rossi and Hotch, Derek rounding up JJ and Garcia.

“Are you sure, baby?” Spencer asked. He led you to his desk, setting down the bag you gave him. “I don’t- they-“

“Do you want us to do this another day? When I’m not in my work clothes?” You asked, refusing to sit down on anything.

Spencer shook his head. “No, no. I just want you to be prepared. They can be overwhelming.”

“‘Overwhelming’ I hear?”

You turned your head and saw two men and Emily walking towards you both. The younger looking one was Hotchner because you knew David Rossi’s face; him being a famous author and everything.

“Hello! You must be the missus,” Rossi greeted, sticking his hand out. Good lord, you thought, feds and their handshakes.

You showed Rossi your dirt stained hands and opened her mouth.

“We’ve touched dead bodies, y/n. I promise we won’t get upset at a little grease,” Emily explained gently. Good god, you thought.

Regardless, you shook Rossi and Hotch’s hand, grateful for Emily’s reassurance. Spencer wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He leaned in, whispering “You’re doing great, baby.”

“So,” Hotch began, “I want to personally thank you for keeping Reid sane and healthy.”

Emily and Rossi both laughed. “Yeah, he’s got enough trouble on the field,” Emily joked.

You elbowed Spencer, a grin painting your face. “Is that right?”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s right or not: I’ll always come back to you,” Spencer replies softly, eyed swiftly darting to your lips.

“Spencer!” You reprimanded, smacking him (lightly) on the stomach. “Your bosses are right there, you-“

A loud shriek cut you off, making everyone’s gaze dart to a person behind you. “She’s real! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Reid! You didn’t even drop a singular hint that you were hitched!”

Spencer chuckled, pulling your form a little closer to his. “If I remember correctly, JJ saw my ring when I was asleep on the plane: I assumed she had told everyone and you didn’t want to bring it up.”

“For a genius, you’re pretty dumb,” a new voice cut in. “Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ.” The blonde smiled warmly and brought you in for a swift hug.

“Ah! Hello, you gorgeous soul! I’m Penelope!” A shorter blonde, more colorful and energetic, embraced you. “I’m so glad to meet you, even though, you know, I didn’t even knew you existed until about two minutes ago.” She shot your husband a look. “But, I would cery much like to get to know you, as would JJ and Emily if you can’t tell.”

You smiled. “I’d love to now, but seeing as I’m technically on my lunch break, I don’t think I’ll have time to do everything you probably have in mind. Could we,” you turned to Spencer, eyes glinting, “bring them over for dinner?”

“Anything you want, babe,” Spencer replied. Truly, if you had asked him to give you his heart, he would find a way to rip the organ out of his chest and give it to you in his bood stained hands. Dinner? No problem.

“I’ll give you my number. Penelope could make a groupchat or something,” you suggested.

Everyone nodded. Hotch was looking forward to this dinner. And Rossi, no matter what he said.

After you gave Penelope your phone number and everyone dispersed, Emily and Derek were wise enough to go busy themselves with a vending machine.

“You alright, baby?” Spencer asked.

You nodded. “I’m alright. Glad I finally met them. I, uh, hope you’re not mad about the dinner thing.”

Spencer scoffed. “I wouldn’t get mad over that.”

You shrugged. “Well. I should probably head back to work. Sorry for getting you all dirty,” you apologized again, pulling away from Spencer quickly, remembering you were in your work attire.

“It’s alright, baby. ‘M just glad I got to see you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile forming on your face. “You’ve been awfully sappy lately, Spence. Are you sure you’re alright? I’m seriously considering taking you to a doctor.”

Spencer laughed. “I’m your sap,” he responded casually.

“Okay. Seriously. Stop making me get lost in your eyes because I got to go to work. Bye. I love you,” you babbled, pulling Spencer down to kiss you.

“Bye, wife,” Spencer whispered into your lips.

“Bye, husband.”

[senualothbrok]

Nocturnal postulations

Summary: A response to @inglorionamy-ammy's prompt about a Tav who gets grumpy when sleep-deprived, reacting to a Gale who sleep-talks a lot and then jokes about it.

Featuring borrowed in-game banter between Gale and Lae'zel.

Word count: 1k

A/N: Just a little silly something - I may or may not have channelled my own inability to stay mad at Gale and clingy nature towards the end. @inglorionamy-ammy and all - hope you like it!

It is more a shove than a nudge. You jolt awake, then wince and hunch back into yourself. You are exhausted. The morning sunlight sears your eyes as you fumble at the grilled sausage that was halfway to your mouth. 

“Chk.” Lae'zel grizzles beside you. “If I must wake you one more time, you’d do better to remain in your bedroll. You'll only drag us down on the battlefield in this” – she wrinkles her nose – “state.”

You yawn, glaring, sullen. You have not had a proper night's sleep for weeks. At this moment, all you want is pure, unadulterated silence. You cannot summon the energy to grunt, much less talk. From your other side, Gale waves a dismissive hand.

“Come now, Lae'zel,” he huffs. You flinch a little at his jolliness. “Not all of us are so eager for the delights of the day. Give Tav some time.”

Lae’zel narrows her eyes. She jerks her head brusquely. 

“Gale.” She grimaces at you. “I've heard you talking in your sleep. Your mate needs better rest for our journey.”

Gale's eyebrows lift. The smirk he flashes would usually be endearing.

“And deprive her of the pleasure of hearing my nocturnal postulations?” He chuckles. “I'd never be so cruel.”

You have the urge to press down Gale's waggling finger as you rub at your temples and your eyes. He tuts.

“The mind absorbs much while we believe ourselves dormant. To lie beside Gale of Waterdeep is positively educational.”

Lae'zel snorts. You stare at Gale, your eyebrow twitching. Gale continues obliviously.

“I’d say it's a privilege, to share in the pleasures of my mind and body.” He bobs his head brightly. “What’s a little sleep compared to that?”

You consider yourself a patient person. You love Gale with all your heart. But for weeks, you have tossed and turned beside him, plugging your ears and stifling screams through his incoherent, neverending ramblings. You are so tired you could cry. All you want is a good night's sleep. One, just one. Is that too much to ask?

A sharp groan bursts out of you. You fling your half eaten sausage on the ground and storm back into your tent.

****

You are scowling as you stuff your satchel for the day ahead. Grumbling to yourself, you hear a shuffling behind you, a nervous cough. 

“My love.” He clears his throat. “Are you alright?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Your voice sounds pinched and petty, but you do not care. “I've had the privilege of your nocturnal postulations. So riveting. So educational. How could I not be alright?”

You realise that your satchel is full to bursting at this point. You swear as you struggle to fasten it shut.

He drifts into your vision, hovering anxiously. You know you are becoming a stereotype, a caricature, when you have always thought yourself reasonable and kind. But his lack of understanding infuriates you. 

He scratches his head. “My love, I'm not sure–”

“I'm exhausted, Gale,” you snap. “I need sleep. Can't you see that?” 

His brows steeple, realisation flashing across his face. 

“It isn't a joke,” you seethe. “It isn't funny. It's been weeks. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

His eyes widen. “Tav, I didn't realise–”

You jerk your hands. “Don't give me that face, those big cow eyes, like it's me who's done something wrong.”

But he looks so guilty, so upset, that you cannot continue. You let out a weary sigh, dropping your satchel on the ground in defeat. This is a battle you have no strength to fight. And you would never want to fight him, no matter how incensed you are with his jokes.

“I know you can't help it,” you mumble after a while. “You're literally asleep. You have no control over it.” 

Gale opens his mouth, then closes it. You can feel his mind racing, each thought stumbling over itself in desperate contrition, fearful that any word he utters will only make things worse. Seeing him like this, you cannot help but feel shame at your anger.

“I’m sorry, Tav,” he breathes eventually. “I was insensitive, flippant. I never meant to make light of your grievances. Nothing matters more to me than your struggles. I would never dismiss them.”

He reaches for your hand. As your fingers interlace with his, you let your walls crumble Your fire simmers away.

“Why didn't you tell me?” His voice is pained. “I could have gone back to my tent. I could have figured out a spell, some remedy to stop it. To give you some peace.”

By instinct, you shake your head, sharp and resolute. He looks at you in confusion. You chew your lip. Gingerly, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His body tenses in surprise, then softens into you, his hand resting on the back of your head. 

“Because I like sleeping with you,” you admit. “It's...not the same…without you. I can't sleep anymore…if you're not with me.”

You feel exposed, somehow, caught in a trap of your own making. Now your fury feels ridiculous, insane. He must see it. But he huffs, and you can hear the grin that tugs at his lips. He holds you closer, enjoying your need to be closer. Sharing in it.

“Be that as it may,” he says softly, “I'll let you sleep alone tonight. You clearly need some rest.”

You cling to him more tightly. Your body yearns for sleep, but bemoans the idea of sleeping without him. He senses it immediately. He laughs a little, a wave of gentle affection that rumbles through you, as he nuzzles the crown of your head.

“Well, then,” he sighs. “At the very least, I'll make sure you fall asleep first. And should I talk in my sleep, you have permission to wake me, or send me back to my own bedroll. Is that an acceptable compromise?”

You look up at him, nodding slowly. How could you ever be mad at him? His lips graze your forehead, and the feeling of his beard on your skin is as soothing as a lullaby. 

“I will be working on the remedy though,” he mutters. “There must be a spell for it–”

You silence his ramblings with a kiss.

****

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Fasting & Friendlies (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request 1: Hi angel ramadan moubarak! Can you write something about ziyech during ramadan? It’s ur first ramadan together and he’s away since he’s in morocco, you can add or change whatever you like. Thank you sm 👼🏼

Request 2: Just loving Hakim and seeing that sparkle in his eyes😔 like spoiling him and always giving him little kisses maybe even appreciation posts on instagram

warnings: none

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Hakim yells from downstairs. You appear at the top of the stairs with your luggage and a scowl on your face.

“You had me rushing around and we’ve got three hours until takeoff.” you huff, carefully dragging your stuff down the stairs.

“Two hours and forty five minutes, actually!” he corrects and you give him a look that sets him straight. He holds his hands up in surrender before taking your things and carrying them to the car with you following behind him.

You’re feeling a little less grumpy now but you still refuse to look at him when he opens the car door for you. He does that adorable little bow that you would normally laugh at but you haven’t finished being mad at him just yet so you avoid his gaze and drop into the car seat with another huff. He sighs before getting into the driver’s seat and taking a look at you, a warm hand on your thigh.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I just can’t have anything go wrong, you know? I’m just sooooooo desperate to show these off to Abde and Bilal!” he jokes, pointing at his shoes, and you can’t hold your smile back anymore. 

“I’m still sleep deprived.” you cross your arms, turning your head away dramatically and he chuckles. You furrow your eyebrows when you hear the rustling of plastic packaging and you slowly turn your head to face him. You finally let a full smile break free with what you see. Your absolute favourite crisps hidden in the glove box. You wrap him in a tight hug before grabbing the bag from his hands and scarfing down the much needed meal for your suhoor. 

“You’re almost forgiven.” you mumble between munching as he starts the car.

“Almost?!” he exclaims, lightly slapping your thigh with an exasperated shake of his head and you chuckle. You could never stay mad at him. And at the end of the day, he was right. Both of you have been planning for this trip to the very T. All that time off and away from the club served two purposes. 1. To give him the luxury of spending more time with you and 2. To only strengthen his drive to play. Sure, game time was important but he was ready anyway. Everytime he thought about the fixture, his stomach erupted into butterflies. He was finally gonna get to see them all again and the buildup to the day of the flight felt so painfully slow but it was finally here. He was going home.

Now that the initial tired slump has worn off, you can’t help it. You’re both buzzing with energy now. The closest you had to home was talking about it and now you finally got to spend 2 weeks with the people you both considered family and in the place that connected you all. And with the way Hakim described it, Ramadan in Morocco was going to be a magical experience and you couldn’t wait to share Hakim’s safe space with him.

“You need to try the Tagine, the Bisara and… uh… just everything! And the air is so refreshing, it's so colourful and bright- not like here with all the grey- and the people are always so nice, always just giving out freebies!” he excitedly rambles, squeezing your thigh gently. His own thigh is bobbing up and down at the red light and it makes you so happy because it takes a calm person like him a lot to show their excitement. 

“Hakim, my love: I think the freebies are because you’re Morocco’s 4th top goal-scorer of all time. I don’t think they’re doing that regularly!” you remind and he hums.

“I didn’t think about that.” he admits with a shrug, picking up where he left off. 

When you reach the airport, concern bubbles as you see 2 random men waving, rather crazily, and seemingly towards you. Only when you squint, you realise that they’re familiar faces and not some hooligans out to irritate Hakim. Well it is just that but familiar hooligans at least. The men are sprinting towards you and Hakim as you take your time to get out of the car.

“YES YES YES NOW YOU HAVE TO ASK FOR THE DESSERTS!” Nayef yells, grabbing Hakim by the shoulders and bringing him into a bear hug. You watch on, completely confused by the situation unfolding and still not completely there. Hakim sighs with a huff, turning to you.

“Surprise! Nayef and Ilyas are joining us!” he winces. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee are still clearly very excited. You decide not to pry further so with a shake of your head, you get to the car to grab your luggage. 

After praying in your separate areas, you all return together to sit at one of the cafes in the airport. Not that any of you were going to eat but courtesy of the staff being Chelsea supporters - much to Nayef and Ilyas’ dismay - you were allowed to sit and rest in one of the comfortable booths while you waited. You can’t help but be completely drained already so you rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and you interlink your hand with his, sighing out in relief and closing your eyes. You choose to ignore the gagging noises that the other 2 are making but you know that Hakim is probably giving them his signature death glare. No middle fingers or swearing but he had that killer glare that would do the trick anyway and the noises subsequently stop. You can’t help but smile at the situation unfolding. Oh this was going to be a good 2 weeks, you just knew it.

“Okay everyone give me your passports.” Hakim instructs and you can’t help but giggle. Airport dad Hakim was finally here. You supposed that the fasting delayed it a little bit. The boys both furrow their brows, looking to you for an explanation as hakim looks through his backpack, bringing out the folders.

“He doesn’t trust you to take care of your stuff.” you put it simply. They both look to Hakim in offence.

“I’m very responsible, thank you very much!” Nayef exclaims and Hakim gives them a side eye (bombas- no). 

“Look me in the eyes and say that.” Hakim challenges, putting the pair under his intense gaze. The lack of response is all he needs.

“All right cmon, GIVE!” he repeats, a little more sternly now and the boys relent their documents with a sigh. After checking the dates on the passports and having a go at Ilyas for not renewing his (it was going to expire in 2024), you all make your way to check in but not before Hakim checks the flight information for the umpteenth time since you entered the airport. You all look like little children trailing behind him as he navigates. In typical Hakim fashion you are an hour too early so you all drop down onto the uncomfortable airport benches. 

When the time finally does come and you all haul your luggage onto the conveyor belt. Hakim’s brow is furrowed in concern as your luggage goes through. And just as he suspected, you’ve overpacked. 

“I knew this would happen.” he pinches your cheek before opening the side compartment of his own suitcase to bring out an empty backpack. He hands it to you with a kiss to your cheek and he ends the matter there, helping you to offload some of your stuff into it. The boys look on in disbelief. 

“Where’s the lecture for her?! How’s this fair?!” Ilyas points out frantically. 

“Overpacking can be solved in a few minutes. An expired passport cannot.” Hakim explains but not without slapping the back of Ilyas’ head first. 

After recollecting the passports and rechecking the gates, Hakim takes to studying the planes while the rest of you find yourselves engrossed in your word hunt challenges. 

“Does your loving husband always do this?” Nayef mumbles absentmindedly before shutting his phone off, his face in his hands as he loses yet another game. You pat his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him after your victory.

“Oh yeah, gets the job done though so no complaints from me!” you say with a shrug, looking over at Hakim with a smile on your face.

“The airport dad pose really does it for you?! Really?!” he teases and you pinch his arm.

Only as you’re about to walk onto the plane does Hakim return the precious passports, giving a stern glare to all of you and keeping track of where you keep them. 

He finally seems to let go of all of his tension when you’ve all taken your seats and he sits up with his phone.

“Oh I’m going to trash all of you at word hunt.” you all groan in response because Hakim was good at many things: one was being organised and the other was puzzles. 

After about 4 hours of a fairly peaceful flight, many pretty photos of clouds, and even more photos of you and Hakim asleep together being spammed in the group chat, the sight of the landing ground getting closer and closer was an exciting one. For the first time today, all of you are buzzing with energy as the flight draws to a close.

Once you reach the hotel, you and hakim now separate from the boys as you all make your way to your rooms. He hugs you before dragging you to fall onto the bed with him and he groans in relief. 

“Can we just stay here please?” he mumbles.

“And go to bed without irritating Romain?” you joke and he immediately shoots up.

“I almost forgot!” he exclaims, energy returning and he’s now hauling you up and back onto your feet. You don't have much time to think as he’s dragging you out of the door.

When you reach the lobby, you’re guided to where the rest of the team are waiting and you hoped you would remember the smile on Hakim’s face forever. All of his best friends, all of the people he considered family, gathered in the lounge happily talking to each other face-to-face for the first time in months. The time apart felt hellish, for some more than others, but whenever they got to speak to each other, it was like they’d never been apart. 

There’s Yassine and Romain talking with Bilal and Benjamin, probably another wise old man lecture because you can see the latter two dozing off every once in a while. Sofyan, Abde appear to be preoccupied with an arm-wrestling contest with Ounahi and Dari officiating. Abde appears to be on the brink of tears while Sofyan looks cool as ever. Hamdallah is knocked out completely on one of the couches and you can see Anass and Boufal prepare to sneak up on him. It’s chaos but a very comforting one. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss these guys too. You see Noussair waving at the pair of you and push Hakim on.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hakim remarks and Nous simply rolls his eyes, a bright smile quickly making its way onto his face.

“Oh please you missed me more than anyone here and you know it!” he brings you both into a hug before you all start talking again. You knew that Hakim was extremely fond of Nous in particular so this catch-up in particular meant a lot to him. Your eyes focus on Hakim. He looks to be having the time of his life: he’s rarely an animated person but he becomes something else with his fellow Ajax graduate. It’s something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of seeing.

Thankfully he’s kept occupied long enough for everyone else to slip to the dining hall without him noticing. Sure his birthday WAS yesterday and he had a wonderful time spending it with you but it was only a day late so why not share it with the people he loved most?

When the 3 of you finally make your way to the dining hall, you’re met with a litany of confetti cannon blasts and the sight of the huge birthday cake. The cheers from the team put a dopey smile on his face as the joys of the return fully settle in. all of his favourite people gathered in one place. All smiling and energetic as ever. He couldn’t ask for more. 

The cake is quickly shared out along with the rest of the meal and everyone is quick to dig in. Ounahi, the resident bully of the group, is of course the first to speak when the chatter slowly starts creeping up again.

“The cake is great and all but I think we can all agree that the best way to celebrate this momentous occasion is with some entertainment! Ben, you’re up!” he announces and the poor guy reluctantly moves to stand on his chair with a microphone already in his hand. It was time for his group initiation. 

“Some things never change.” Hakim whispers and you laugh quietly, eager and waiting for the entertainment to begin. That brightness in his eyes really was just spectacular. Over here, he was just freed of a stress that he simply couldn't get rid of over in London. he was happier than he could ever he describe when he spent time with you but the burdens of the club always still lingered in the back of his mind, he was never truly free of the stress. it weighed him down and only now do you realise that.

It hurts to think about but you're glad he gets some time away from it where he genuinely isn't being weighed down. He's focussed on the performance in front of him and you're certain that Benjamin's predicament is hilarious, you can't tear your eyes off Hakim. everything else is drowned out as you stare at him. He hasn't stopped smiling since he arrived, you realise. you truly wished that things could just stay like this forever but of course it wasn't to be that way so you're thankful that he gets these next couple of weeks. Momentarily, you forget that everyone else is there and you catch him off guard by hugging his side. He looks down at where you've nestled your head with a confused smile. Nonetheless, he welcomes the affection and snakes an arm around your waist to give a comforting squeeze. You lift your head from the crook of his neck and peck his cheek. You can see the redness start to appear so you go for another. And another. And another.

"Get a room, guys!" Sofyan whispers, nudging Hakim and he shrugs before leaving a kiss at your temple. The rest of the group has noticed too but become preoccupied as the next newbie is ordered to take the stage. You see no reason to leave your spot so you stay there, with your arms around him and his around you.

He zones out for a second as he processes things. Sure, you were an affectionate person, especially with him but in a group setting? Not that he had a problem with it by any means. this was basically his family so he knew he had nothing to worry about but still. He wonders what's sparked it.

The next few days in the build-up to the match felt like a fever dream. You had expected Hakim and the boys to be sore and completely shattered by the end of every day. So imagine your surprise when Hakim sends you a photo of the mural in the prison. That day he comes home absolutely beaming as he recalls how kindly he was treated and how much fun he had. What's strange is that he IS sore and he HAS spent hours upon hours training but by some miracle, they’ve managed to fit their field-trips into the schedule too. The next day is also bizarre but you can’t say that you’re too surprised when Hakim facetimes you while going to town on a colouring sheet. You can see Yassine and Anass in the background doing what they were actually supposed to be doing and you furrow your eyes as you pay closer attention to the background noise.

“Hakim, I might be wrong here but I think the kiddies are looking for you!” you laugh but he’s too engrossed with the task at hand to even look up at you.

“They can just come over here and join me with this!” he suggests, still refusing to look up. You can’t help but laugh harder as Romain comes up behind him to slap him on the head.

“You’re the bane of my existence, wallah. Can we get back to the task at hand?!” the captain scolds as Hakim winces.

“Oh hi, kiddo! Duty calls! ” Romain adds quickly, before ending the call and you can already imagine Hakim’s heedless protests at the action. You knew that one little setback very likely took nothing away from the fact that Hakim was having the time of his life. This was home. Not the grey abyss of England. He perhaps held Netherlands more fondly but THIS was home. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He sends you countless videos of them having a blast training: messing around and causing chaos, laughing at each other. This trip was turning out to be everything you both expected it to be and so much more.

The morning of the 22nd is a fuzzy one. You’d been waiting for it for ages for the special night but the early hours still have you in a haze with Hakim shaking you as gently as he can to wake you. 

“My love, we need to eat!” he reminds, voice gentle on your ears which isn’t doing you much good in terms of waking you. His next attempt is more successful as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you so that you’re sitting up. You rub your eyes tiredly and he kisses your cheek, holding your face in his hands as he looks at you. You looked so cute, so tired, so grumpy. He loved it. 

“Ramadan Mubarak, gorgeous! We have to have our suhoor remember?” you hum, vaguely understanding what he was saying which was honestly an improvement. Even with slight coherence, he’s still the one dragging you around and making sure you’re steady on your feet as you get to the lounge. 

Some of the players are already there, gathered on the floor with the various dishes being shared around. You rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder as he gets both of your plates ready. The meal is fairly quiet, thankfully. The chatter is fairly minimal with everyone in the rooms at different levels of exhaustion. It's a peaceful moment and although you’re not fully there, you can still appreciate the fact that you were with people you had grown to love in such a short period of time. 

You spend the day trying to distract yourself with some gift-shopping for when you went back home while Hakim was focussing on training for the match. There was very little time for the pair of you to talk in between so you were itching to see him by the time iftar rolled around. It was your first Ramadan together and although you were glad to be spending it in Morocco, there was a part of you that wanted to spend a little bit more time with him but you knew that it would be worth it in a few days.

 You practically jump onto him when he walks through the door and you capture him in the tightest hug you can manage before dragging him to sit next to you. The rest of the team is soon to follow, too tired to make any jokes as Hakim kisses your temple. Everyone is clutching onto their dates and pouring large glasses of water as you await the Adhaan. Another benefit of Morocco was that you weren’t all having to constantly check your phones, you just had to wait for the beautiful sound to echo through the streets. And eventually, you do hear it. There’s a collective sigh of relief before you all dig into the dates, almond filled so that none of you had to deal with gnawing around the seeds. With the renewed energy, the chatter steadily increases in volume as the boys excitedly talk about the events that transpired during training. Hakim throws an arm around your shoulder as he continues the conversation. You may have been a little upset about the lack of time spent with him earlier during the day but moments like this where you truly felt like a family reminded you just how worthwhile the time apart was. Again, that look in his eyes was priceless. A sparkle that had become pretty rare over in London.

He falls onto the bed when the pair of you reach the hotel room and you’re soon to follow, shuffling under the covers and towards his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you ask quietly, wondering if he had already dozed off yet.

“Exhausted and excited all at once, love. It’s very confusing.” you chuckle together before he starts again.

“I know it seems far-fetched but I really think we could do this, you know?” he confesses. Everything was right. They were training harder than ever, praying, fasting. Things just felt right. He had every reason to be hopeful.

“Not far-fetched at all, my love. Before you know it, you’ll have another top 10 team on their knees.” you assert before releasing a huge yawn. He smiles, realising that you both most definitely need the sleep. The hand drawing shapes on your back is enough to send him into a deep slumber fairly quickly and you're soon to follow, dipping your head down to kiss his cheek before sleeping off the events of the day.

The 24th and 25th are stressful, stressful days. Every player giving it their absolute all in training, tensely going over the tactics, the analysis, and they just know they can’t let this match go to waste. It’s a chance to prove that their world cup run was no fluke. They’re here for real and they’re hungry for victory. This was their time to show it.

The tension doesn’t relieve by the time iftar rolls around either. Unlike the first 2 days, the silence isn’t broken even after everyone has dug in. The boys have heaps for energy but the idea of expending it now wasn’t one they wanted to act upon. The stress in the room is choking as everyone gets their fill. Only one thing on their minds. They’re quick to leave as well so they can pray together, Hakim pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before making his way out and you return back to your room to get ready to leave for the stadium.

The match is the first time you see him since the iftar, much to your dismay but you knew that he was where he needed to be. Surrounded by all the right people that made matches like this that much more magical so you felt a sense of peace in your heart.

The crowd was electric, some of the best you have ever seen. Colourful smoke bombs, streamers and giant sparklers ignited the atmosphere and perfectly reflected the feelings of the crowd. There are the charismatic Brazilians who were seasoned pros in all things football. As much as England proclaimed themselves to be the home of football, for most it was Brazil. It was a legacy they carried with pride and strived to preserve. But you and everyone in the stadium knew better than to count your husband’s team out. Morocco, a team that broke down a glass ceiling that had been imposed on non-European teams from the very start. It wasn’t going to be an easy fight by any means but you had faith. You knew exactly what they were capable of. And in the most blessed month of all times.

You smile when you see Hakim close his eyes to listen to the anthem. In truth, even without knowing Darija, he had spent a very long time learning the anthem but the feeling of the crowd, and such an energetic and passionate one was something that energised him in a way that nothing else could. You could feel the sound of the stadium quite literally move through you. 

You feel your heart in your throat as the match begins, it just meant too much. Everyone had too much to prove. But you have to remind yourself that you have faith. They’d done it three times before with an extensive injury list haunting them last time. Now, with the entire team injury-free, there was no reason they couldn’t achieve the same greatness again. And you just had to keep reminding yourself of the fact.

You’re proven correct in your faith and you can’t help but cheer when you see Hakim immediately ease past the Brazilian defences with Ounahi at the helm to assist him. The speed of the passes was difficult to comprehend and you find yourself struggling to keep up. If you blinked, you would open your eyes to something completely new. The Moroccan tiki-taka. And it was your Hakim who was at the centre of it, you couldn’t be more proud already. Your cheers turn into full blown screams as the chance comes to fruition with Boufal taking a risky shot. The stadium lights up and the electricity moves through you in a way you hadn’t felt in any other stadium. The noise is overwhelming but the relief that you feel is all you need. 

Fairly soon after the first chance, your eyes light up and you prepare yourself to scream again when you realise who is at the centre of this one. You get up from your seat and hold your breath, the scream bubbling up your throat but it's not to be this time. Wonderful chance for your husband but it goes just wide and he winces. You can imagine what's going through his head already. The normal Chelsea treatment would be online ridicule and contempt but you know the Moroccan crowd better than that. He gets a fairly big cheer from the crowd anyway and you smile widely when you see Walid giving him a reassuring thumbs up. He smiles back and then manages to easily find you in the crowd. You do the same as Walid and his smile widens and he gives you a shrug. Quickly getting ready for the play to continue.

The final half hour is tense as you all tensely wait and pray for a goal that could break the equaliser and it finally comes. The crowd once again is electrified with cheers as Sabiri takes Morocco back into the lead. Even with the comfort of the lead and the clearly worn out Brazilian side, nothing has you more happy than seeing Hakim continue to give it his all. For the first time in a long time, he looks like he’s having fun and you couldn’t be happier for him. It felt so right here. Things felt natural and he was reminded of why he loved the sport so much in the first place. 

The final whistle is a sound almost as beautiful as the adhaan and the cheers vibrate the stadium once again, the volume at an all time high as Morocco do it once again. Yet another historic victory to solidify their world cup status. The crowd lights up once again as everyone celebrates the resounding victory. A reminder that was very much needed and a message that could be sent out to the rest of the world. You were so proud. So proud you could combust into flames. They really did it again. 

You turn around from celebrating with some friends to see Hakim charge towards you, his face lit up with a smile. The next thing you know, he’s grabbing you by the hand and dragging you towards the field where you can celebrate freely on the grass. He lifts you up and spins you around as you laugh together before he puts you down. His arms stay in place however, grip tightening as he takes in the moment.

“We really did it.” he mumbles, dumbfounded by it all. 

“Of course you did, you were amazing!” you beam and he furrows his brow.

“I messed up probably one of the easiest chances of the night.” he reminds you and you wave your hand dismissively.

“Oh please, forget that! You were perfect otherwise and you know it!” he shrugs before lifting you up and spinning you around again.

The hotel lobby is absolute pandemonium as everyone gathers to celebrate the victory. You’re there with him the entire time, pressing little kisses onto his face at any given opportunity and a dopey smile on your face as you looked at him otherwise. Memories of the missed shot leave his mind fairly quickly as everyone celebrates the victory. He’s a blushing mess with the love you’re showering him with and his skin is burning by the time you reach the time you reach your hotel room.

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight.” he mumbles, eyes drifting away from yours because he knows how much you’re enjoying this.

“I’m proud of my wizard! What can I say?” you shrug before making your way onto the bed, your back against the headboard.

“C'mon, let me spoil you for the night.” you pat the space in front of you and he obliges, removing his sweater and sitting with his back towards you. He knew that you wouldn’t want to do anything in the holy month, even if you weren’t fasting and especially right after a match.

Your warm, smooth hands begin at his shoulder as you press into the knots, careful not to hurt him as you work away at the tension. He can feel it melting away from his body already as the soreness dissipates with your comforting touch. You continue down the rest of his sore back and when you’re done, you press kisses over his shoulders and upper back. He sighs out before turning around to look at you with a shy smile. You don’t give him much time to think before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his. He’s surprised but ultimately welcomes the affection as he melts into the kiss. You whine as he parts for breath.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks incredulously. You always made sure to shower him with affection but it had been a whole other level recently.

“I don’t know! I guess seeing you happy just makes me happy! Like really happy!” you attempt to explain before reaching for another kiss, which he accepts. When you part again, you lay yourself down and he lays next to you, face only a few inches from yours.

“You know you really were amazing out there today!” you remind him and he smiles.

“Could have been better if I was on target.” he admits with a small shrug and you run your thumb over his cheek.

“Oh you know that it isn’t all about the goals! you were everywhere today, you make it look so easy!” you attempt to explain. He smiles and you breathe out in relief because he’s finally accepted the compliment.

“But…” 

“Nope. Go to sleep now.” you quickly interrupt him before him so his head is under your chin. You feel him laugh against your chest before finally conceding although its muffled against your skin.

“Fine! Fine! It was good today! I was good!” he says but he opts to stay where he is, even with your loosened grip. He lets out a yawn and that's your signal to end the night. You press one more kiss to his temple and his arms snake around your body, snuggling into your chest. Sleep finds him quickly as the exhaustion crashes through him in waves. The warmth of your body and the hand once again smoothing over his back is enough to send him into the most peaceful slumber. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin is a comforting one as well as the feeling of his strong arms around your frame. It lulls you into a place of contentment at which point you find yourself falling into your own slumber.

not ramadan anymore but as I always say, better late than never lmfao but i hope u enjoy anyway, lovelies xoxo ryan ;)

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

my friend call me at three in the morning to blurt out:

"You know? In a melodramatic xianxia, these two will be a young war god and a demon leader of the underworld organization who secretly love each other, but one of them who drowned in rage from fucked up misunderstanding will kill the other, now they stuck in a cursed plot of chasing or saving one reincarnation and dirty politic of the gods who can't be chill about their scheming and ambition or even to leave the lovers fucking in peace."

Then she start spiralling into some madness like maybe DFS is the one who died and getting stuck in a reincarnation wheel. Something something about a young spirit who being captured to be a slave/cauldron for the darker side of heaven, escaped to the underworld, masking his roots and start a demon cult. Thats why LXY heavenly sword is super lethal to him and shattered his soul. Another ramble about how Wuyan, his spiritual beast (or did she said black dragon?), following each one of his mortal reincarnation to collect every fragment of his soul and patching it up with a spiritual hot glue.

She abruptly end the call after long explaination about how FDB can be the youngest contender for a new war god position centuries after LXY went missing, because every think he is dead, DEAD. which he is not, he just go undercover in a mortal world to cool down and have some regret. That is also why his former heavenly official (everyone in sigu) friends can't find him in the book of reincarnation, because he not yet dead. And they can't find DFS either because everyone looked into the direction of soul with demonic imprint when he is actually not.

She even pick the ost and being adamant about that one ost from Ashes of love will fit perfectly😂 and now I don't know if I should be concerned or not. That friend of mine usually a strict "hetero couple only" person, and here she is screaming in my ear about di feisheng and li lianhua. I'm cackling. She clearly sleep deprived but this is such an amazing idea.

[asteralis-01]

Actually no im not done complaining about toxic shipping cultures

Ever since I joined the proship + rq community (which was at the same time) I CANNOT stand people getting mad at ships. I have a few ships I cannot be around (tw but Sal x Larry being the biggest, we are uncomfortable w the concept, had it used against us to cause trauma, and Travis hates it for obvious reasons that’s HIS man not his brothers man ew). However- is this reason for me to invade Sally face spaces and start screaming and yelling about how horrible Sallarry is; is it ok for me to garner a good chunk of the fandom to go and storm the palace of sallarry and kill all shippers in their steps?? NO! From what I’m aware, the devs were even implying it before they decided to go the route they did (which honestly I like because it shows a really dynamic and complex relationship with many different phases, and Trav KNEW they had something for each other before they became siblings). Like I don’t know how much time I spent avoiding fanfic and fandom spaces because I didn’t ship the conventional ships (which in hindsight were SO CHILL compared to the shit I ship now). I left friends for the things they shipped, had friends leave me for what I shipped, and for what??

When my abusive ex was using the ship and various other sources of media to gaslight me into doing the gross things I did with them, then THAT is not ok. That’s a time where someone is taking a ship to far, and it’s genuinely hurting people. But not a SINGLE SOUL (including myself) was ever hurt by ships that I didn’t like. It was just the one time I had a bitch who used it against me. It just goes to show how stupid toxic ship culture is. Anyone remember the absolute OUTLASH that tsumishima got on TikTok from like 2018-2019? Yea that entire time I never actually saw any tsumishima content, and the people I saw who shipped tsumishima never posted about it. When they did they were just trying to defend themselves from the doxing and death threats.

And the thing is- how can you assume what someone thinks about a ship. I would ship junko and mikan in a recovery au- I think they would actually make a good couple with all their shared trauma as long as they got therapy for the rest of their lives. But no one would let me get past ‘Junko and Mikan would be cute’ Because they would already sniping me down from across the screen.

Anyways this is such a sleep deprived ramble, I just hate toxic ship culture. You literally NEVER have to look at a ship you don’t like- and only in the aforementioned case above or similar cases should a ship be called out. Not because of the content, but the way the person is using the ship. The fictional characters literally do not matter and they will not be mad if you put them in a ‘bad’ relationship. And don’t come at me saying ‘oh but I’m an introject/fictive and I-‘ BLOCK THE TAG!! STOP LOOKING FOR IT!! I AM TRAVIS AND I NEVER SEE SALLARRY STUFF BECAUSE I HATE IT SO I DON’T LOOK AT IT AND I AM PERFECTLY FUCKING FINE EVEN THOUGH IT EXISTS AND PEOPLE ENJOY IT. Someone else’s ship does not make it true- the only thing that should make it true is your own opinion, thoughts, feeling and perspective. And guess what- that’s only your truth, not anyone else’s.

[stabbydragon]

Lights Out

Jesse awakes to find himself alive. However, his mother has bargained something he was not ready to sacrifice. How can he live when the brightest light in his existence has been extinguished?

*Don't worry guys, Lucie's not gone forever!

The first thing Jesse noticed was that he had been awoken by the sound of a sharp breath and the pounding of a heart. His own breath and his own heart. But that was entirely impossible. He was dead. Wasn't he?

Unless—what if Grace and Lucie had done something dangerous to bring him back and were now in trouble? He opened his eyes to look for them and opened his mouth to call their names, but what came out instead was a yelp of unpleasant shock. He sat up and scuttled back, squished against the top of his coffin.

The second thing Jesse noticed was that the breath and heartbeat might not have been only his own at all. His mother's eerily familiar poison green eyes were peering at him, too close to allow comfort. Her face had more wrinkles and her head more white hairs than when he last saw her six months prior. The whites of her eyes were tinted red. Whether with tears, sleep deprivation, some sort of substance, or simple madness, Jesse was not sure. Knowing his mother, the answer was most likely all of the above. 

"Jesse," she said. "My son, I have finally found a way to bring you back. I have worked endlessly to find a way…"

She continued rambling, but Jesse took no notice, because the third thing he noticed was someone crying out for help. A voice he recognized all too well. Grace.

He leaned to one side to peer behind his mother and caught sight of his younger sister standing in the middle of Chiswick’s ballroom. She seemed to be struggling against something in the attempt to escape, only there was nothing there. It seemed as though she was fighting thin air. He dug his fingers into the lining of his casket, and that was when it occurred to him. 

I have no voyance rune. The thing she was fighting must have been some sort of demon that was invisible to him. But if he couldn't see his enemy, how could he help Grace?

And why wasn't Tatiana doing anything? She had never been the most attentive parent, but Jesse never imagined that she would pay so little heed to her adopted daughter's cries. Was she truly so selfish as to ignore the fact that the life of the girl she brought into the family was in danger? 

He shoved his mother away, ignoring her offended spluttering—

And he stopped in his tracks, because the fourth thing he noticed was Lucie—his Lucie—sprawled upon the floor, face down and unmoving. There was a large spot of blood on the back of her dress, and some on the floor around her. She looked as though she were dead.

His first instinct was to deny it. Surely Lucie was too strong, too clever, too powerful to die at sixteen. No, she must just be unconscious or something of the like. But then what had happened to her, and why was she not waking up? The panic pooling in his stomach was one step away from coming back up his throat.

His mother, noticing his staring, nonchalantly confirmed his worst fears: "The Prince of Necromancers would not accept just any payment. It had to be someone of his own blood." She spoke of Lucie with disdain, as though she was some disgusting, filthy, cursed object and not the most wonderful person he had ever met, the one bright light that made his dark, miserable existence worth it. 

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Jesse demanded. He was not in the habit of cursing, as Tatiana well knew, but in this scenario, he felt he was more than entitled to swear. In fact, Lucie would probably highly encourage him to swear.

Tatiana raised her chin stubbornly. “It was a necessary sacrifice—”

She was shut up by the impact of Jesse’s fist in her jaw. She doubled over, hissing in pain, and glared at Jesse in shock and offence. She brought her fingers to her mouth, and when she drew it away, there was blood in her mouth and on her hand and face.

Jesse was about to hit her again for that facial expression, as though he had just betrayed her and not the other way around, when a metallic clink sounded at his feet. He glanced towards his sister momentarily. His brain was not exactly working at the moment, but he deduced that Grace had managed to kill her captor and throw him a knife. She was looking at him intensely, and he knew perfectly well what she meant. It was his choice what to do.

He shouldn’t. He knew that. It was against all of his morals to kill another human being, even if they were a terrible person.

But then Lucie came into his mind. His Lucie, who he had tried to convince so many times not to get herself hurt on his behalf. Well, it seems that all of his words were in vain. 

Never once looking away from his staring contest with Tatiana, Jesse bent down to pick up the dagger. He had made his choice—was it even a choice, or his very fate, his duty?

Tatiana made no move to escape or defend herself as Jesse drove the knife into her heart. He and his sister watched as the life slipped out of their mother's eyes and she fell to the ground—no. Not his mother. She didn’t deserve to be considered his family after what she did to Lucie.

He supposed he must have assumed he was crying, as would be the expected reaction of someone who had just lost somebody they loved as much as he loved Lucie, but he had not quite realised how hard he was sobbing or shaking until his knees gave out. Luckily, by that time, Grace had reached him and was able to catch him before he fell. He gave her a small nod in gratitude, as that was all that he was able to manage. 

Grace helped him for the few steps it took to reach Lucie’s body, then let him go. He fell on his knees, which was good because he desperately wanted to be close to her.

He took a hold of Lucie’s hand, stroked the back of it with his thumb, and brought it to his cheek, where a few of his tears fell on it. Dear God, she was so cold. He had never felt her temperature, but he had spent more time in the past four months than he would care to admit imagining how warm she would be, how her heartbeat would feel. Now he would never find out.

It took him a while to notice that Grace had her arm wrapped around his shoulders, and that she was shedding tears of her own. He had always been the only one to whom she would show her true emotions, but even he had not seen her truly weep since the few weeks after his own death.

The fifth thing Jesse noticed, albeit as though from afar, was the sound of a door opening, followed by a pair of screams. He recognised the voices, but unlike Grace’s, he was not familiar enough with them to be able to tell who it was until one of them spoke with a breaking voice.

“What happened? Is she alright? Who did this? Did you hurt her?” Ah. It was James. That meant that the other person must have been Cordelia.

Jesse tried to respond, but his mouth would not even open. Fortunately, Grace saved him the trouble by saying, “Of course not! We would never hurt her! But she–she’s…” The last word, gone, hung in the air, causing Cordelia to let out a muffled cry and James to grip his wife’s arm tightly.

Jesse could not help but tune out Grace’s explanation of whatever it was that Tatiana did to Lucie. Judging by the length of the monologue, she was probably also filling them in on Jesse and Lucie’s history so they would be less mistrustful. 

He paid slightly more attention, though that was not much, when James and Cordelia took turns recounting in quavering, teary voices how Lucie was supposed to have dinner at their house with their friends. When she had not arrived for an hour, they assumed that she had lost track of time writing, but when they called the institute, Will and Tessa had said that she was not home. They had used a tracking rune to find out that she was in Chiswick, but the rune had vanished about ten minutes ago.

“That’s about when I woke up,” Jesse managed to say, unsteadily getting to his feet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

But neither of them were looking at him. Cordelia had her face buried in her hands, and James…

James was looking right past his shoulder, his eyes and mouth open wide. “Lucie,” he whispered. “You’re a ghost!”

With a gasp, Jesse spun around to face the direction in which James was looking. When one became a ghost after death, it meant that they were not at peace, as he was not at peace. What was keeping Lucie restless? Was she angry about how her life was sacrificed for his without a second thought? Of course she was. Nobody could be anything other than enraged and devastated at the injustice of what had happened to her. Perhaps it was a good thing that she was lingering for a little longer, Jesse thought selfishly, because he desperately needed to apologise to her.

“Lucie, if you can hear me, if you’re really here,” he somehow managed to keep his voice from breaking, though it was certainly shaky, “I am so sorry that it turned out this way. You know I never wanted this to happen to you. You have so many friends and family who love you. I only have you and Grace.” He shut his eyes as tightly as he could in a fruitless effort to keep his tears in. “I wish I were still dead.”

Suddenly, he felt an icy pressure on his cheek in the perfect shape of a hand, and then he heard her voice. “Oh, Jesse, don’t say that. You know I hate hearing you say things like that.”

His eyes flew open to look at her. God, she looked so ethereal, translucent and almost radiating light. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, hold her tightly to him, make sure she would not leave him, but he was stopped by his reflexes. She would be so insubstantial, and it would only take the slightest pressure for his arms to merely go through her. Even the mere touch of her palm was an agonising reminder that she was no longer alive because of him. He could not stand the thought of getting closer or pulling away, and thus he remained perfectly frozen.

“Trust me when I say that there is objectively no one in all the world who deserves to live as much as you do,” said Lucie.

Jesse made a face that was something like a smile, but too sorrowful to be described as such. “You say objectively, but I’m pretty sure you’re biassed.”

She moved as though to cross her arms, but Jesse frantically caught her hand as though he would die if she stopped touching him for a moment. He sighed internally in relief when she remained solid and didn’t pull away. However, she did shift so two of her fingers were pressing his pulse, smiling when she found that it was racing. As always, that damned smile of hers could brighten up the world.

"You once told me that I lived up to my name by being a light in your lightless existence," she said, "but you could be just as bright. Tatiana tried to dim you like a cloud. Take this opportunity to show the world what it's been deprived of for so long. I want to see what you become, Jesse, with a second chance. I want to see how brightly you burn."

He fought through a sob. "Lucie… I don't know how I managed to exist so long before I met you. The thought of losing you when we’ve had so little time, when I’ve only just come back to life…would it even count as a life?”

"You can live without me, Jesse." She stepped closer to him. "But you won't have to. I don't plan on departing for quite a while to come. Death can't do us apart, after all," she added with a smirk.

Jesse's breath caught in his lungs, which made him wonder if he was dying all over again. "Really?" he choked out. "You won't leave me? You promise?"

"I promise not to go anywhere until I can go with you," she said. "But please, Jesse, swear to me that you won't do anything to speed up that process, will you? Promise that we won't end up like Romeo and Juliet."

"I swear."

He didn't get it. He didn't get why she would choose to be with him over the choice of a peaceful rest.

Still, this time, when his soul screamed for him to embrace her, his body followed the command with fervour. He held her tightly, and she returned the hug with equal firmness. Her lips found his for a quick kiss.

“I get it now,” he said, caressing her gelid cheek, “why you and Grace did the things you did.”

“And I get why you were so insistent on us stopping.” Lucie reached up to wipe away the tear rolling down his face. “But I’m not like you, darling. I’m not in that same twilight state; I’m simply dead.”

“You can’t simply be all right with all of this.” Jesse shook his head.

Lucie brought a hand to run her fingers through his hair endearingly. “ Of course I’m not all right with it, but it’s simply what is. I cannot come back as cleanly as you have, and certainly not without murder. Besides, you have a life to live; necromancy would only complicate it.”

“I seem to recall telling you the exact same thing,” Jesse glared.

Lucie started to laugh in that adorable way of hers that made his previously nonexistent breath catch, but she was cut off by Cordelia’s interruption—which was louder than strictly necessary, in Jesse’s opinion.

“Necromancy?” Cordelia exclaimed, her voice a higher pitch than usual. “Lucie, what is happening? And why did you never tell me about…whatever this is?” She was trembling.

Right. Jesse had forgotten that she, James, and Grace were still in the room, hearing their conversation. Only then did he consider how odd it must be for the couple to see the ghost of someone they were so close with talking with and embracing an unfamiliar boy who had been dead for seven years as though they had known each other for ages. In fact, he was surprised that neither of them had spoken up earlier. Perhaps they had, and he and Lucie were too focused on each other to notice.

Lucie stepped away from Jesse and towards Cordelia, though she deliberately entwined her hand with his, for which he was grateful. 

"I'm sorry for keeping things from you Daisy." she says. "I want to tell you everything, but it’s a terribly long story.”

“I have time.”

“I don’t. I’m starting to understand why Jessamine hates making herself visible. It’s exhausting. I swear it’s not an excuse to get out of telling you the truth. I’ll tell you everything if you come to the institute first thing tomorrow morning, so my parents can hear it too. But I can’t show myself for much longer right now.” She sighed.

Cordelia stepped forward towards her friend. “Lucie…”

Lucie, glancing back, let go of Jesse’s hand and glided to her friend. The loss of contact with her made Jesse’s heart plummet, but he fought the urge to rush back to her side. Lucie wrapped her arms around Cordelia’s shoulders, and the latter hesitated before returning the gesture.

“I wish we could have gotten the chance to become parabatai, Daisy,” Lucie said, "but you'll see me again.”

“Lucie…” It was clear that she wanted to say goodbye, but instead she settled for, “I’ll see you later.”

Lucie, with a sad smile, turned back to her lover. She placed one hand in his and another on his shoulder as though they were about to dance the waltz. Jesse mirrored the analogy by putting a hand on her waist.

"I'm about to stop being visible," she told him. "You won't be able to see me. Only James and my father will be. But I'll still be here, right next to you."

"I love you, Lucie."

"I love you too." She vanished, and his arms dropped to his sides.

He had pictured her slowly fading from view or dissolving into the air, but instead she simply flickered out like a light. One moment she was clearly there right in front of him, and the next, that space seemed too empty. However, judging by the frigid temperature of the air around him and the way James' eyes anxiously followed a spot right next to him, he knew that Lucie had kept her promise. 

There was a stretch of silence which was interrupted by Grace clearing her throat.

“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt your moment, but do we have a plan for Jesse? We can’t just waltz in and tell the whole Clave that a boy who’s been dead for seven years has just been resurrected by illegal means—”Jesse flinched. “And he’ll need a place to stay. It can’t be here, and it can’t be Bridgestock Manor.”

James wearily replied, “He can come to the London Institute. It’s where Shadowhunters usually go when they’re in need of a place to stay. In the morning, my parents, the Lightwoods, and the Fairchilds can figure out what to do with the Clave.”

“I doubt they’d be too pleased with me after what just happened,” Jesse said,  looking at the ground. 

Cordelia raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think they’ll hold anything against you for what happened to Lucie, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“She’s right,” James nodded. “They’ve all been wanting to meet you for a long time and were devastated when you died. They love you even though they don’t know you, and they’ll be glad to finally get that chance. Besides, they’re reasonable. They won’t blame you.”

Jesse did not think that James made a particularly convincing argument, but then he added, “Also, Lucie says that she will speak on your behalf against anyone who does.”

Jesse looked to where he hoped Lucie’s eyes were with a grateful expression.

“So,” Cordelia said,” shall we head to the Institute?”

***

Will and Tessa were devastated, of course, at the death of their daughter. They cried the whole night while Grace recounted the tale of Lucie’s death and Jesse’s resurrection. Lucie also added some commentary to Will, who repeated it for his wife’s sake. She saved the story of how she and Jesse met for the morning when she had enough energy to tell it herself, but she did summarise the story of the golden locket.

Despite the Herondales’ grief and anger towards Tatiana, James and Cordelia were right. They were nothing but warm and welcoming towards Jesse. They expressed their gratitude for saving their son’s life by offering him housing for as long as he wanted it, for which he thanked them profusely.

James and Cordelia ended up staying at the Institute for the week. They wanted to be close to James’ parents during their time of grief and to hear Lucie’s explanation first thing in the morning. Grace stayed as well to keep her brother company in the room directly next to his.

That night, Jesse slept for the first time in seven years. However, with that sleep came his first nightmare in seven years. In it, Tatiana was holding a knife that was aimed towards his heart. She kept on lunging and just barely missing. Then her face morphed into Lucie’s. “I’ll never forgive you,” she said before striking him directly in the heart. He fell through a pitch black void. He called Lucie’s name, but no light penetrated the darkness.

He woke up bathed in sweat with the sounds of his own screams ringing in his ears. His eyes flew open, his pupils dilated in their eagerness to find light. His racing heart immediately calmed once he spotted the light of his life. 

Lucie was sitting at the edge of his bed—how very improper—with her hand in his hair. She was humming the tune to some children’s song that Jesse didn’t know, then stopped. “I’m right here, Jesse,” she said. “I will never leave you.”

@ghostwriterfest

[prsk-krow]

God this took way too long. Hope you're not mad, whoever you are that I accidentally posted the draft of...

{Kanade and cat person Reader going to a cat cafe!} [R]

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Kanade has a bit of a hard time agreeing to going out on dates with you, even as your relationship develops! Her habit of always staying home is a hard one to change after all, especially if the goal is quality time.

However, even she has a hard time denying your request to go to a cat cafe, especially as she knows just how much you love them! She was never a big animal lover, but your enthusiasm does change her mind...

She loves to please you after all! She can't deny your puppy dog eyes when you find out that a cat cafe is opening up soon and want to go there as a date! How could she? She loves giving you whatever you desire too much...

However, she does investigate about it a bit. She has never known much about these types of cafes, so she wants to make sure to have everything she needs to know! Are there extra prices for the cats, or is contact with them free? Stuff like that.

She may even ask her housekeeper or her group mates about it, to which the video editor definitely teases her about it. But no matter that, she's relieved to know that it's pretty similar to a normal cafe! Just with cats. She does feel a little dumb thinking about it.

"Haaahh... Sorry, the road here seemed like it was tiring me out more than usual... Oh, it's going upwards? I see... No no, I'm alright, don't worry about me. Now, let's see, is it that one over there? Yeah, you can definitely see the cats from outside-wait, not so fast, hold on!"

You both open the door after you remember to come back for her, and your squeal of happiness when you see the cats roaming around makes the walk here absolutely worth it in the shut in's eyes!

She absolutely loved seeing you so happy as you immediately started petting one roaming on the ground. Your attention was so on them that she had to silently separate a table for the both of you...

She was a bit worried about this, because now that your attention was completely absorbed by the feline fellas, she had to take charge of the important parts of visiting a cafe! Thankfully, she practiced a bit at home, and even has a small note in her pocket about what to do if she gets confused or nervous!

You can't help but turn back and silently get close when you see her stammering over her words as she tries to order your favorite type of coffee, making sure that it's the right one, and relying on the waitress's patience with her!

"O-ok, yes! Thank you... W-wha? You were w-watching? I... I did good? I really didn't though... Oh, you're holding it... A-ah, for me? But I just said I didn't-... I... Thank you. He's so fluffy... Oh, it's a she?"

She gently holds the cat as you pat her on the back for managing to order that all by herself! It may have not been much, but you sure are proud of her, and she sure is glad that it turned out ok!

As she caresses it's fur, she gently listens to you rambling about it's species and how it's so special and different from most cats... She tries to keep up, but eventually she just relaxes to your voice...

That's when you noticed that the excitement and tension of your eventual date made her not sleep well the day before hand, and so as she sinks into her seat, cat curling up in her lap, you approach the waitress and ask for the coffee to be takeaway instead.

It hurts to not be able to stay by the cats longer, but right now you knew that you had to take care of the frail, sleep deprived Kanade falling asleep in the chair! And so as your order arrives, you take both it and the long haired girl back home!

All in all, it was shorter than you would've wanted, but in the end, when you managed to visit your dream date location, and help her with her social and sleep troubles all at once, could you really ask for more?

[yakichoufd]

Hello again, im the same Anon as the Jhin post. Firstly I'm screaming that sketch is so cute!!! You got crazy talent. It brightened up my night!! Also don't be stressed about sending things asap, you got a personal life and I already know the zine will be something worth waiting for.

Secondly, I agree with a lot of what you said! It would be fascinating to see how Jhin would be written. He was an Ionian prisoner so I imagine he has some disdain for authority figures of that sort; law officials, officers, prison guards. A friend and I have rambled about it a lot, we sort of came to the idea that it would make sense for Jhin's targets in Piltover/Zaun to be Enforcers because of that association. He catches a glimpse of how the Enforcers treat Zaunites and is like "ah, a new art project". And Viktor, going through his divorce era and being corrupted by the Hexcore might be willing to tolerate Jhin's focus on Enforcers. Might, being the key word.

League Viktor frequently uses unethical methods to save lives. And if Jhin were to soley target Enforcers then Viktor may see that as saving people in Zaun. Through that, they may get along. Additionally, in League lore, Viktor is frequently perceived as a madman. I feel like Jhin would look beneath Viktor's surface, beneath the mask, and understand him and his chaos. He'd think Viktor and his complexities are a work of art.

I adore Viktor, I love his morals and his compassion. I am both so nervous and so excited for season 2, I don't want Viktor to become the Herald entirely 😅. Sorry for such a long reply also oh my days. Take care!! ❤️

You are so kind dear Anon T-T I'm very interested by your theory and I think it could work well with Viktor! I'm hoping he won't be too corrupted by the hexcore tho... The few things I like about Machine Herald is that he created himself completely and he strongly believe he is going to make humanity better (or something like that). His original lore was more evil and chaotic than is current league of legend lore so I've hope for Arcane universe haha! I like that each skin/universe can change a champion. I believe people who love Viktor before Arcane really want him to be a cool villain while people, like me, who discovered him thanks to Arcane want him to stay who he is in s1 haha! If Viktor get completely corrupted by the hexcore, it changes who machine herald is in my opinion. We will always wonder what would have happened if the hexcore wouldn't have infected his brain. But if he has to be a mad man, I think he will be well written. They did great with Jinx's personalty and I like that she doesn't want to change by the end of s1. She chosed and accepted who she is. I usuqlly dislike chqrqcter like Jinx but I liked her is Arcane. I'd love if Viktor find someone who loves him and accepts who he really is. Maybe Jhin could be that person and they'd have an interesting dynamic. Maybe they could both do their own things to make Zaun "better". I wonder Viktor's relationship with enforcers. We didn't see him around Caitlyn (only around Marcus) so maybe he dislike them or if he secretly despites them. I wonder if he was already a student in Piltover when Zaun tried their failed "coup d'etat/rebellion" on the bridge and what kind of repercussion he got. My sleep deprived mind went wild and I started imagining a nice trouple with Jayce, Jhin and Viktor. It would make no sense but I love Jayce with Viktor no matter what haha!

[rosietrace]

Walton Morrigan

"I also believe my ideas are most innovative indeed.... Now, tell me, how do you feel about an ice cream machine in a rube goldberg machine?"

Full Name: Walton Jameson Morrigan

Japanese Name: ウォルトン ジェイムソン モリガン

Romaji: Woruton Jeimuson Morigan

Twisted from: William Afton

Age: 21

V/A: Sōma Saitō(斉藤 壮馬)

Birthday: March 2

Horoscope: Pisces ♓

Species: "Human"

Hair color: Strawberry blonde

Eye color: Violet

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Homeland: "Unrecorded"

Dormitory: Terrovania

School Year: 4th year

Class: 4-A

Sexuality: Asexual, Biromantic

Dominant hand: Right

{ Family:

Unnamed Father

Unnamed Mother (divorced)

Unnamed Stepmother }

Best class(es): Engineering, alchemy, algebra, physical education

Worst class(es): Psychology

Likes: His inventions, any type of scientific discovery, complex machinery, Rube Goldberg machines, experimentation of all kinds, alchemy, technological advancements, robotic engineering

Dislikes: Being disturbed while working, Trinity Valentin /j, too much paperwork, homework, his internships, dirty glasses, stained clothing, too much blood on him, the allegations surrounding him

Hobbies: Robotic engineering, alchemy, murder, making technological advancements, writing down his ideas, coming up with complex machinery

Talent(s): High IQ, scarily fast reflexes, robotic engineering, alchemy, writing things down, knife tricks

Flaw(s): Passive aggressive, socially cut off, generally two-faced, blunt, judgemental

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Personality

Walton is an interesting figure in Terrovania. Many were confused when he first arrived, about the reasons behind being sorted into Terrovania when in doubt; Ignihyde was much more suitable for him.

But it wasn't like he could care. As long as he was able to continue his experiments, he didn't care which dorm he was sorted in. And he still goes by his word.

On the other hand, Walton does have moments of charisma. As rare as they are, he allows himself to be a bit of a savvy young man whenever he showcases his inventions.

However, that savviness didn't distract people from the fact that Walton was…. Unusual.

He's a bit too honest, to the point that criticism from him could take hours because of all the details he's able to take in. And in general, one's pride could get hurt if he didn't like your idea.

And it doesn't help that his passive aggressiveness only amplifies that blunt judgemental nature by a long mile.

And, well, the rumors about him doesn't make things any better for the state of Walton's current reputation.

After quite some time, around his second year, numerous students had gone missing and were never to be seen again. It didn't help that around that time, students from Terrovania have reported that a strange odor was emitting from Walton's room.

But due to the fact that there wasn't any actual evidence that suggested anything against him, he was left alone, Scott free.

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Name Meaning

Walton: Walton as a boy's name is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Walton is "walled town".

Jameson: The British boy's name Jameson means “son of James”.

Morrigan: Morrigan - In Irish and Celtic mythology, this goddess is known as the “bringer of death”.

Trivia

Having a somewhat feminine surname doesn't particularly bother Walton whatsoever

Having too much paperwork somewhat kills him /j

He was always closer to his stepmother than he was with his biological parents, especially his biological mother

His stepmother taught him everything he needed to know about robotic engineering and experimentation

Is surprisingly full of endurance despite saying “He doesn't work out”

His reflexes are... Most definitely an interesting subject to discuss

Does not find solace in knowing that he sounds like a mad scientist when he rambles

Hates Trinity /j /j /j they're actually pretty close

His internships were absolute hell to go through because they barely allowed him any rest, thus resulting in his newfound sleep deprivation

Better with knives than guns

His notes have always been commended for always taking in the most fascinating of details, no matter how odd

Was curious about why Allen almost never shows his eyes, and tried to convince him to stop super gluing them /j

Is..... Unusually irritated about the rumors claiming that he's a murderer, even going as far as to say that the people making those assumptions are tactless

Thought Terrovania was Ignihyde when he was first sorted into the dorm

Not having any manifestation of a unique magic is seemingly more helpful for Walton than anything else in the world

Rube Goldberg machines somehow fascinate him in the oddest way

[aliveandrestless5]

Is love what makes us human?

This might read as just the incoherent ramblings of a sleep deprived mad man, but stay with me.

As someone who is autistic and on the ace spectrum (asexual/some form of aromantic idk still working it out) I spend a lot of time listening to people talk about love and empathy, and the their amounts and lack of each. There are people who say that “love is what makes us human!” And there are others, typically those on the ace or autistic spectrum such as myself, who disagree, and argue “being human is what makes us human, love has nothing to do with it.”

I personally think, that in a lot of cases, when these two perspectives are arguing with one another, both are misunderstanding what it means to love, and to have love for others.

Before you can argue about whether or not you can be human without feeling love, you should first decide what you mean by love, exactly. Are you talking about a specific form of love? Romantic love? Sexual love? Because you can definitely be human without experiencing those. Or do you just mean “love” in general?

“Love” is not one thing. I truly hate the fact that the English language only has one word for love, because it does such a shit job at encompassing such a giant range of feelings and emotions. The Greeks did a better job, with their seven words for love, but even that doesn’t feel like enough. Love is a hundred different things! Love can be shown and felt in a hundred different ways!

In media, love is so often portrayed through such a narrow lens. It is either romantic between partners, or platonic through friends or family, and that is usually it. But those are only a teeny tiny fraction of the ways humans feel and experience love. There are so many more. To simply say that love is just one thing, and that it can only be shown in one specific way is! Insanity!

Furthermore: most people seem to be able to grasp the idea that you can feel love for someone without feeling sexual attraction to them, but they do not understand that the same concept applies to every single form of love. You can feel one form of love, any form of love, without feeling the others, and guess what! It’s still love!

You can love a person (or a thing! Or an animal! Or a concept! Literally anything!) without without ever being attracted to them romantically, physically, or sexually! You can love someone without ever being able to feel empathy for them! Even if you are someone who cannot feel any sort of romantic or sexual love, and also cannot feel empathy/are low empathy, to say that you have never felt love, ever, is an absolutely ludicrous statement to me.

Because, in my mind, I see love as something so much bigger than the three simple categories (love for friends and or family, love for romantic partners, love for sexual partners) it’s most often divided into. There so so so so so many other ways people experience and display love in the world, and it’s really sad to be that there are people who do these things without ever realizing that they are just. Other forms of love.

Caring for a pet. Moving a plant to a windowsill so it can get more light. Carving your name into the side of your favorite tree to let others know that it was yours. Leaving food out for stray animals. Collecting. Bird-watching. Devotion to a god/religion. Playing a game of jump rope, singing the same rhyme children have sung for decades. Keeping the same stuffed animal you’ve had since you were a little kid. Picking up litter off of the side of the road. Getting out of bed on days where just that simple act is hard. Letting yourself rest on days where it is impossible. Self-care. Going to therapy. Feeling grief after loss. Painting, writing, simply creating something you feel good about. Admiring an old painting. Reading a book over and over until you know the entire thing by heart. Mourning the death of a fictional character. Repairing a hole in your favorite pair of jeans so you can keep wearing them. Restoring an old house. Rescuing an old desk from the side of the road. Eagerly learning a new skill. Working out to improve your health. Getting a tattoo. Dying your hair to boost your confidence. Wanting to learn everything there is to know about a given topic. Devoting your life to pursuing a career or passion. Staring in wonder at something, the night sky, an insect, a math problem, a painting. Feeling in awe over anything at all.

All of these things, every single one, is something I consider an act of love. If you read through this list and nothing resonates with you… then yeah. I might be questioning your humanity a little bit, I won’t lie.

Even if it’s not for another human being. Even if it’s for a subject, a cause, something your passionate about, the Planet, an inanimate object, or just for yourself. It’s still love, even if it’s in a form most don’t recognize. It still counts.

“But matches,” I hear you asking, “how does it count if it’s not between two people? If it doesn’t benefit anyone, or only benefits me, then how can it be an act of love?”

Love has a way of spreading, I think. It’ll bleed out, touch other people. Something you create for your love of creating might bring joy to someone else down the road, even if that wasn’t your original intention. And even if it does only affect you, if it’s an act that only you are benefiting from, then so what? You are still a person. You are worthy of experiencing the love you give to the world around you. That doesn’t make it any less real or important. If it makes you feel good in some way, and is not hurting anyone else, then why shouldn’t it count?

I may not feel sexual attraction, and my own feelings of romantic attraction are too complex for me to put into words without writing another essay, but to tell me that I don’t experience love? That the awe I feel looking up at the night sky, the pure joy and wonder I get from diving headfirst into the ocean, the passion and drive I have for art and writing, isn’t love? Absolute insanity.

Now, circling back to the original point of this post: do I believe love is the thing that makes us human?

In short: Yes. I do.

This is because I believe that simply being alive is an act of love, in of itself.

Just by being here, by interacting with the world around you, wether you realize it or not, you are committing acts of love in a hundred different ways. The passion, the wonder, that need to know instinct that’s inside each and every one of us, pushing us forwards. The curiosity that defines us as a species. To me? That is love, as well.

The universe loves you, dear reader, because you are love.

[shxtodxroki]

Hi! So I did send a request but I kinda realized that it was an annon request and I'm not sure if you do those since I didn't see it when I was looking for your rules? Or how old you would prefer but I'm 18.. Also I was sleep deprived as hell and half asleep while writing it soo I don't really remember what it says, I mean I vaguely do but mostly not so I'm going to re-write it! If that's okay of course do not feel pressured to do this or not it's chill if you don't want to. And this is just and ask for MHA matchup just preferably not bakugo or deku I'm very open to side characters like sero or shoji I'm also bi 🏳️‍🌈

Appearance: im a 4'9 Latina girl she/her Curly Dark hair that reaches mid back, I almost always have my hair up in some kind of way. I like my hair down but I feel like I look wierd with it down at the same time? So I only have it down around people I really like. I have dimples, round glasses I need but lose all the time, some tats on my arm Many beauty marks all over my legs and arms and three on my face that I like, big ass Dark eyes with decent lashes, button nose, and I'm fit? I have a pear body because I have a big but and bumper car thighs :( and I dress colorful, kinda retro. Big Chunky earrings and sneakers, bell bottoms and mom jeans with flowers embroidered on, colorful eyeliner, Colorful tube tops or crop tops or just like an oversized shirt, messenger bags, varsity jackets, and if my hair is down head scarfs ( like a bandana not hijab although hijab is really pretty too) and I do have an affinity for oversized hoodies.

Personality: Im a Sagittarius! Mbti- Enfp, Hufflepuff, My fav color is orange and my favorite flower is a marigold. I'm usually a very rational person I don't go into a situation guns blazing and I examine absolutely everything before jumping in, after a brief period of Examining however I'm completely different I'm loud, energetic, Creative, playful, social, bubbly, silly, Assertive, dramatic, very affectionate and loving, and sickeningly sarcastic. I would rather get trampled on by elephants than make someone mad or disappointed but I will not tolerate being treated like shit by people I don't know and will be able to hold my ground. I'm good at arguing but I'm always willing to admit I'm wrong and dont love doing it. I'm a peace keeper who hates when other people fight so I help whoever is fighting work out their issues so everything is good again :) but I have punched people before for my brother so I'm not afraid of violence I just don't like drama or people being mad. Im an adrenaline junkie and love doing stupid shit like playing chicken in the street and trying new stuff. I'm adaptive and have many friends from different places and social groups and I'm like a chameleon, I adapt to those who are around me. I'm always smiling or laughing or joking or at least trying! I'm a busy bee! I hate staying still and not doing anything. I love going outside or going out in general I am a full blown extrovert! Im pretty playful and childish but Im a perfectionist and want to be the best at everything I do, very competitive. I'm very talkative and accidentally ramble or repeat myself. Im a hopeless romantic, I believe absolutely everyone has a someone and I like the kissing in the rain and little picnics or chilling at home to watch a really dumb movie. I love joking around getting others to laugh! I like having inside jokes or little personal moments and I take a lot of pics all the time. My friends have told me I'm very comforting and helpful when they are panicking and I've always liked that I work great under pressure. I can run solely off the serotonin of 1 compliment for week. I'm low-key a neat freak. My friends and family say I'm a bright light and it makes me really happy they feel that way. I value family and friends above all else. I am more than happy to give up an opportunity given to me so a Friend could have it. I'm a ball of energy who has a lot of love to give. And finally my love language is giving gifts and physical touch when I make a friend that is really close I make paper origami butterflies in their fave colors to give them, I make food or give people snacks to show love and I like getting that stuff in return. I'm not huge on PDA but as long as we aren't full on making out or cuddling in public we good 😊 I just get embarrassed sometimes. But I love giving hugs and kisses and I tell people I love them all the time.

Interests/likes: I love reading, writing, running, drawing, anything to with getting lost in my own world. I kayak, surf, swim, workout out and love decorating, I love to play sports like cross country and volleyball and music is amazing (concerts are my favorite thing ever) I like screaming the lyrics to my fave songs, I have fake plants cause I can't remember to keep real ones Alive and and I have two fur babies biscuit the tabby cat and Poco the Border collie. I babysit young kids all the time, I like playing in mud or getting into mud wars (me and my brother and some neighbors did it all the time when we were younger) I love coffee and tea (Ik such a surprising and original trait to have) but it taste great so I like curling up with a romance novel listening to rain out side with tea and some quiet music playing. I like star gazing or doing late night shinanagins. I'm a bit of a shopoholic when It comes to clothes 😅

Dislikes: DOLLS (I fucking hate them) being sick, being underestimate, being pitied or helped, axe body spray, dancing (not a hate but just something I can't do for the life of me.) And finally my laugh, it's not like a cute little one, no its a loud obnoxious annoying one, I laugh a lot but I'm very self conscious about it.

Bad stuff: I seem happy and energetic all the time but I'm really not, I'm tired and feel like shit but I cannot stand asking for help, ever. Unless I'm actively bleeding out I won't ask for help and even then I'll try to drive myself to the hospital first, I'm stubborn and procrastinate a lit, I will work myself so hard on being the best till I break and can't function anymore. I'm very fidgety When I'm stressed I tend to hit myself or pull my hair. I can get very overstimulated or triggered and will get very quiet and curl up and that is a cue I need to leave or get anxiety meds but I need someone to hold me for a good minute or I'll dissociate. I have a hard time letting my feelings out because I feel like I have to be bright and happy all the time to keep others happy and safe it'll eventually build up to the point I break and all my self poison comes out. some days I struggle with my mental disorders so bad I just need love and to be told I'm pretty, which sounds stupid and vain but anorexia and body dysmorphia is not fun and that's the simplest way to help. I have depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADHD and anorexia. Sometimes the happy version of me is to much and I have to take a break and lay down and just have a day with my significant other without people in a space where I'm okay to cry I need people to not freak out when I'm not a ball bursting with energy and just want to sit down and play crash bandicoot, it doesnt mean im mad I just need to recharge!! And I still love everyone just as much even when I'm having a horrible day but I need to know it's okay to be shy sometimes.

I'm sorry this is so long, I again have a habit to ramble but just know your a great writer and I love your stuff! (No this isn't me kissing up) and if you don't want to write this it's perfectly fine, thank you for even reading it, I remember the first time I sent the request I was feeling really overwhelmed and I'm sorry that I'm still a bit overwhelmed so if any of what I wrote was triggering I'm very deeply sorry and I hope you have a good day I just can't pay for therapy and prepping for college is stressful.

Hi hi there, first of all thank you for being so sweet in your request and for the compliments on my writing, it really means a lot to me :) Second of all, I already said most of this when I messaged you before so I'll try not to repeat myself much, but you don’t need to apologize at all, for rambling or for feeling overwhelmed. I appreciate how cautious you are, but I don’t mind being a place to vent if you guys ever need it, so your request was perfectly fine. :] I hope you enjoy your match-up, thank you again for being so kind and for giving me so much information to work with because it really helped! :D

I’d Match You With: 

Mezo Shoji! :D

Reasoning:

I swear I already had him picked out for you even before you sent your most recent request lol, when I saw that you were open to side characters and read through your request my mind immediately went to Shoji! He seems like the type of boyfriend who would be good to you and who could give you the love you need, he’d be able to meet your needs and show you the love and care you deserve <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Shoji knows you typically have your hair up, and his dupli-arms are perfect for doing your hair so he loves helping you out and styling your hair if you’re willing to let him <3 It’s not something he has a lot of experience in, so you’ll have to help and guide him through things a bit whenever he’s trying out a new hairstyle for the first time, but he catches on quickly and loves doing your hair for you once he does <3

- He also likes tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your tattoos, or tracing lines between your beauty marks like constellations <3 he thinks they’re all so beautiful and this is one of the more subtle ways he likes to show affection to you, sometimes he’ll even press gentle pecks on your beauty marks if the two of you are alone and he's feeling extra affectionate

- Shoji will give you all his oversized hoodies to wear without you even needing to ask because he knows you love them, and it makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you wearing them out in public <3 He’s too shy to initiate much PDA in public, so he likes when you wear his hoodies while you’re out because he gets to show off his beautiful girlfriend without being too obvious about it at the same time

- Shoji absolutely hates arguing with you, so he makes sure he never gets to the point where you even have to snap at him or escalate things. He knows you’re more than willing to stand your ground and he's glad you're willing to call him out when necessary, and he’s always very receptive when you tell him you’re upset with him because he wants to resolve the issue and improve upon his weaknesses so that he doesn’t hurt you in any way. He’s very good at receiving and adapting to any concerns you have, so arguments never really escalate between the two of you

- Shoji’s definitely much more introverted in comparison to you, but you’re able to compromise in your relationship so that both of your needs get met <3 As long as you’re willing to give him a bit of time to himself/in the house to recharge (which he knows you also need on occasion, so this works out well for both of you), he’s happy to go out with you and your friends with you as well, although you’ll typically be leading the conversions with occasional additions from him as he gently squeezes your hand for reassurance

- Shoji definitely gets pretty shy when it comes to doing romantic gestures for you, but he’s also a very romantic guy despite his nerves so he fulfills all your cheesy romance dreams :> Walking you home after a date as rain gently falls around the two of you and eventually leaning in to press a tentative kiss to your lips (and taking care of you if you end up getting sick later lol), setting up cute little picnic dates, he’s the most romantic boyfriend you could ever ask for even if he’s shy about it

- Shoji’s big on subtle physical touch, especially hugs when the two of you are alone :D He constantly has at least one arm wrapped around you if he’s not holding you completely, with all of his arms. However, he’s much more shy when it comes to kisses ^^ He really likes them though, he’s just too nervous to initiate most of the time so you may have to initiate more often than not if you want kisses from him lol

- Shoji definitely seems like the type of person who really enjoys concerts as well, and as the two of you have been together for a longer period of time his music taste starts to blend with yours, so he frequently gifts you concert tickets so the two of you can go see your favorite bands/artists together <3 He definitely brings earplugs for himself to protect his ears a bit, too, and a pair for you as well if you want them!

- Shoji absolutely adores the sound of your laugh, he knows that you’re self conscious about it so he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to it or make you feel insecure in any way, but occasionally when the two of you are alone and he makes you laugh he tells you how much he adores the sound of you laughing, and how much it warms his heart to see the person he loves the most so happy <3

- Once you feel comfortable enough in your relationship to open up with Shoji about your mental health struggles, he tries his absolute best to support you in every way you can <3 And he makes sure that you know that he never thinks that you're stupid or vain or upsetting him in any way by needing his support (because you're not, you're just struggling and can't fight all on your own which is more than understandable), he just wants to do whatever he can to lessen your struggles because he loves you <3 Whenever he sees that you’re struggling he’ll find a way for you to take a mental health day if at all possible. He’s happy to just stay at home with you all day so you don’t feel any pressure to act happy or bubbly, and he’s willing to either cuddle you or give you space depending on what you need. He’ll happily spend the whole day pampering you and telling you how gorgeous you are and just how much you mean to him/how thankful he is to have you, even going as far as to explain every reason why he loves you as much as he does. He just wants to do whatever he can as your boyfriend to help you work through your struggles <3

Song For Your Relationship:

Unconditionally by Katy Perry :)

[daydreamrry]

PS sorry if my longass message about people jumping into strong opinions about Brad was annoying or rude etc. I just got really frustrated when I saw someone say there’s now a twitter account about him. Can people remember their manners and common courtesy and respect the privacy of strangers (reminder: Harry? He’s a stranger guys. Brad is also a stranger. And he’s not a public figure don’t investigate him oh my god that is such a rude and completely inappropriate thing to do). I don’t know how this may have affected people around Harry in the past but it seems like he and Brad get along well. This is a new friendship for them and I can’t imagine it is always easy for Harry to make new friends in a meaningful/sincere way. A lotta people seem to take advantage of him (that’s not his fault but people are jerks) and it must be hard to know whether you are opening up to someone who is there because of your notoriety and money and clout and who is there because they are interested in you as a person when you’re not onstage and living an actual life with problems just like everyone else on earthS Idk that’s just an opinion. But having a large number of fans talking about Brad and invading his privacy and all that stuff? It probably will reach him in one way or another. And that puts undue pressure on whatever friendship or colleague dynamic they have. That behavior could actually ruin a friendship or at least make it really weird for both of them. What the actual fuck have any of these people been exposed to over the course of their lives that has brought them to this point of zero consideration of the consequences of their actions? Who told them it’s ok to cross social boundaries investigating people because you’re a fan of someone who they know in real life? Who told you it was ok to invade the privacy of people you do not need to know at all? I like Harry’s albums too and I bet his shows are lots of fun and that doesn’t mean I am entitled to know one single thing about his life offstage and I don’t really want to either. Privately, I hope he wears sunscreen everyday (because I hate seeing young men on soccer teams reach age 31 and look 47 because they didn’t ever wear sunscreen it is something I get weird and mad about) and I hope he eats lots of fruits and vegetables because everyone’s body feels better and stronger when it is properly nourished with food from the garden but he doesn’t have to report that back to me just because I hope he makes that choice, you know??? I feel like I’m going to start to scream and just never stop when I hear this shit. Ok, I think I have complained enough to you I am sorry for rambling but again, the sleep deprivation I kind of get a bit talkative. Thank you for reading this and letting me vent,none of my friends are into this stuff and I was beginning to spiral. 💚💚💚💚💚

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