#this became a character study oops

[rinedin]

coming to the realization that my first (blind) bg 3 playthrough was kinda. an evil run. like sure, i saved the tieflings! but then proceeded to "side" with the cult in act 2 and get nearly everyone killed and doom my companions to their worst endings or death.

and... playing Ranna was so *clenches fist* that i'm considering doing it all over again intentionally if we ever get a definitive edition. or just if the game is, y'know, ever stable.

[mackiebeth]

so high school

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Growing up, you could never understand how people your age were so romantically interested in other people. You begin to understand for the first time, however, when you encounter a certain Sokovian during your first semester of university.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, college!au, friends (?) to lovers, college au, making out, slight angst (but not really)

Word Count: 4.0k

Author's Note: everyone say thank you taylor swift for the spontaneous new fic! also this is lightly proofread, so edits might be made later oops

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Growing up, you never truly dated anyone. Sure, you had crushes on fictional characters in the media you consumed, and you allotted arguably too much time to admiring celebrities online; but, you never saw anyone in your personal life in such a light. At various hangouts and sleepovers over the years, you noticed just how much your friends discussed their love lives. Hushed whispers and sighs of the same phrase, “I really like them,” flooded your ears in the hallways at school. You had originally tried to join in on the conversations, not wanting to be excluded, but you simply couldn't engage in them wholeheartedly; eventually, the inability to relate began to upset you. You naturally boiled it down to something that must have been wrong with you — how could it possibly be normal to be like this when everyone else around you seemed to share these romantic sentiments?

Thankfully, you became completely preoccupied, both mentally and physically, by the prospect of university. By the time your junior year of high school had started, your love life — or lack thereof — no longer held too much importance to you. Instead of keeping whimsical love letters on your desk like others your age did, you opted to pile various books. From Camus to Aristotle, you discovered a deep fascination and affinity to the field of philosophy and the metaphysical discussions it posed. Therefore, when your senior year had arrived, you threw yourself head first into your studies, determined to build up your application in order to get into a top university.

After accepting your offer into one of the best philosophy programs in the nation, you anticipated your time at university, daydreaming about all of the things you would study and all of the people you would meet there.

But never could you have anticipated someone like Wanda Maximoff.

You had met her during one of your introductory courses in your first semester. Wanda was the type of person that, upon first glance, you would be scared. Not just because she was undeniably pretty, but she also had this stone cold exterior to her. Her lips were permanently etched into a slight frown, and she never really showed too much expression while she spoke during class. To put it simply, she intimidated you; so, you settled on admiring the brunette from afar (two seats up, one to the left — if you were to be specific).

Your plans changed, however, after the two of you got assigned to be partners for a class project. It was just a presentation, but it required you both to meet outside of class to work on it. You would be a liar if you said your heart didn't skip a beat at the thought of seeing Wanda outside of these four walls of your classroom, even if it was just to work on this assignment.

Seemingly unbothered by it all, she gave you her number for you to set up a date and time to meet. Her messages were all business, but they still made you feel like a dopey teenager every time her name showed up on your screen.

The day quickly came for you both to work on the presentation. Ultimately, you had settled on the two of you meeting in your dorm, which you made sure to deep clean before she came. You were not necessarily messy by any means, but the idea of Wanda, the most daunting person you could imagine, stepping into the safe space of your room made your blood run cold for some reason.

As Wanda knocked on your door, you rushed to open it. The two of you stood face to face for a moment, divided only by the doorframe. She still had her typical frown, but you noticed it shift into the slight uptick of a smirk. After a moment had passed, she finally broke the silence. "Are you gonna let me in, or...?" she asked, teasing you and your awkward nature.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you stepped aside for her to enter, "Oh, right... Sorry."

You led her to your side of the room, where she stood for a moment analyzing all of your possessions. You felt small as she did so, like a tiny insect under a bright, unsettling microscope.

She suddenly turned to face you, dropping her bag on the floor, "So, are we gonna work on this or not?"

That is how you found yourself on the floor, her laying on her back and you on your stomach. You had your computer in front of you, typing furiously as she provided you the words and ideas. You glanced over at her every now and then, especially if she was being awfully silent.

Most times, she would just be looking up at the ceiling in thought, her brown hair sprawled in random patterns underneath her; however, after a particularly long bought of silence, you looked over at her to find her gaze directly on you. You quickly returned your eyes to the screen of your computer and began typing whatever came to your mind. You hoped she did not notice the blush rise to your face.

She did.

She sighed, turning her body to lay completely facing you. "You're very quiet, you know," she stated, closely observing your reactions highlighted by the light of your screen.

Unsure of how to respond, you simply say, "So I've been told."

"Oh," she exclaimed, her smirk from earlier returns. "She has jokes."

You hum in agreement, "Just a few, unfortunately."

With the project now finished, the two of you abandoned it in favor of simply talking to each other. Never would you have guessed that Wanda could be this... warm. Unlike what you had witnessed in the classroom, she was very friendly and sarcastic in the privacy of your dorm.

You discovered a lot of information about the brunette during this conversation, such as how she loved coffee but only if its iced, how she never loved texting (preferring to call or talk in-person) but will do so if she must, how she immigrated with her twin brother from Sokovia when they were children. As she recounted her memories from Sokovia, you could hear the accent she once had poking through the surface; although, you did not point it out, afraid it was an insecurity of hers. Maybe you would tell her another time how nice it sounded, but for now, you bonded with her about collecting CDs and vinyl records from various artists.

While the two of you casually spoke, all you could think about was her — how pretty she was under the dimmed lighting of your dorm, how every joke she told was the epitome of humor, how much you wanted to stay in this moment with her. She was perfect.

Is this what people were talking about in high school?

As the night came to an inevitable end, you found yourself feeling quite sad, for you no longer had an excuse to hang out with Wanda. Though she had her number, you did not have the confidence to use it and ask if she wanted to meet up again.

You did not have to worry too much about it. As she packed her belongings back into her bag, swinging it over her shoulder, she spoke, "You know, you're pretty cool, Y/N."

You tried to hide the shock caused by her words, "Thank you, I think?"

She chuckled lowly, "My friends are having this thing at my place this weekend, if you wanted to join?"

Your head perked up, eyes blinking rapidly in shock. Unable to deny her offer, you nodded, "Yeah, sure... okay."

“Great,” she replied, walking toward your door. You followed behind her and reached around to open for her. She smiled at the gesture before speaking again, “I’ll text you later with the details and everything. See you in class.”

“Yeah, see you,” you returned. As you closed door behind her, you feel your mind finally catch up to reality: you, the stereotype of a nerd with very few friends, are going to hang out with Wanda and her friends.

You close your eyes, leaning your head onto the back of the door. “Oh, shit,” you whisper aloud into the open air. What have you just gotten yourself into?

Decoding your own thoughts and feelings about the Sokovian in the days leading up to your next class had revealed just how infatuated you had become; yet, you didn't even know how to act upon them. For years, you had only observed romantic behaviors from the outside looking in, whether it be through your friends' dating experiences or the words on a page from whichever sapphic novel you had picked to read. Now that you finally found yourself in the loop, what were you supposed to do?

Should you message her about whatever? No, that would come across as needy and overbearing.

What if you found her after class and ask to hang out again? No, that's even more overbearing than the text message.

The internal war waged on, resulting in your mind and body being paralyzed out of anxiety. For now, you have settled on simply waiting for her message regarding this weekend and presenting your assignment with her this week during class.

Days later, you walked into the class, practically shaking from your nerves about the presentation and the girl that you had to present with (who had just so happened to become your first teenage crush over the span of weeks).

You sat down in your unofficially assigned seat. Being so focused on the way your leg bounced repeatedly, you failed to notice the familiar brunette enter the classroom. Instead of sitting in her typical seat, however, she dropped her bag on the floor by the seat directly next to you.

Wanda instantly noted your nervous demeanor. While she had her own anxieties regarding the presentation and such, hers remained within her mind. She never showed such things outwardly, unless she was with someone with who she felt undeniably comfortable expressing those thoughts.

She slid into the seat and reached over to place her hand on your bouncing leg. Immediately, you noticed the feeling of someone's hand, breaking the chain of your anxious thoughts; upon glancing to your side, you discovered the culprit: Wanda.

"Hey," she started. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise."

Unable to find the words currently, you opted to remain silent, but you provide her with a uncertain nod in return. With a squeeze of her hand as a final attempt at reassurance, she placed her hand back within her lap and waited for the class to begin.

As always, Wanda was right. Your presentation went well; there were a few instances of stumbling words on your part, but otherwise it went great.

When the two of you returned to your seats, she leaned over and muttered under her breath for you to hear, "Told you so."

As you began to do your typical nighttime routine that evening, you heard your phone go off. Unsuspecting to who it was, you tapped on the screen under the assumption that it was just another email added to your overflowing inbox. You were wrong yet again.

Wanda: hey y/n !! are you still able to make it to the thing this weekend?? its gonna be on saturday at my place... lmk !!

You stared at the message for a moment before confirming you would still be in attendance, of course. Was it normal for your heart rate to speed up this much from mere words on a screen?

Saturday night rolled around quicker than you had anticipated. It was almost time to leave, yet you were currently standing still in your pajamas, surrounded by the miscellaneous clothing items you had thrown around. Ultimately, you had settled on the outfit you had first chosen, resulting in a bunch of unnecessary cleaning afterwards.

When you arrived to her place, you promptly knocked on the door. A moment passed before the door creaked open to reveal the Sokovian. Her outfit was considerably more casual than others you had seen her wear around campus. She stood in front of you, adorned with an oversized band tee and jeans; her fingers were still littered with her usual assortment of rings. However, the thing that surprised you the most was her lack of makeup. Not that she needed it, of course; in fact, it was quite the opposite. Tonight she seemed to have abandoned her typical heavy eyeliner and rose-colored shade of lipstick, choosing to only use her mascara and some chapstick.

"Sorry for the jumpscare," Wanda joked, her nose scrunched in amusement from your reaction. She continued to explain, "I know I'm dressed down compared to class. I just don't like putting in the effort to get ready sometimes, especially to just hang out with friends."

"No!" you exclaimed, quickly trying to backtrack the way she took your shocked expression. "No, you're fine. You're beautiful, actually, I just- I was just surprised to see you without the eyeliner and all."

Her cheeks became flushed at the compliment, but you seemed to miss it being overly concerned with your own response. She chuckled at your awkwardness, "Thanks. Oh, you can come in, by the way. I think everyone is here now."

She introduced you to each friend, after which you gave an insecure wave in return.

As the night progressed, you gradually loosened up. Whether it was time or the alcohol in your bloodstream, it frankly did not matter to you. You were not drunk by any means but definitely buzzed enough to not worry about every single decision you made. You even talked to one of Wanda's friends, Natasha, for awhile without the Sokovian present (given that she had left to use the restroom, but it still counts in your mind).

Suddenly, you were sat on the floor, playing childish party games with the others. It was fun, you couldn't lie... until it wasn't. You had already survived Truth or Dare, but someone (Tony) had suggested Spin the Bottle. With no romantic history, it was practically a given that you subsequently had not kissed anyone yet. For your first kiss to be during a stupid game of Spin the Bottle would be depressing; but, you didn't want to be the loser who said no to playing because the reason would be too humiliating to explain.

So, you elected to power through the hesitation, hoping the bottle just would not land on you.

At first, you were confident. The game was now three rounds in, and you remained lucky.

Eventually, the group had noted your lack of participation and had chosen to give you a "free spin." You silently prayed it would at least land on someone with whom you had become somewhat acquainted. With a shaky hand, you reached forward, spinning the emptied beer bottle. In the moment, it felt like the bottle would never stop spinning, but, once it did, it felt like time froze altogether.

It landed on Wanda.

Though you liked the brunette, you truly did not want your first kiss to be this way, especially with her.

She instantly noticed your apprehension. Turning to where Tony sat in the circle, she offered, "Hey, what if we did a hybrid of this and Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

Your eyes widened at the question, feeling unsure about all of this.

With a smirk on his face, Tony agreed, "I like the way you think, Maximoff. Alright, new girl, go follow Maximoff, and don't have too much fun while you're gone."

Before walking off with Wanda to the nearest bathroom, she briefly turned around to aim her middle finger at the boy. Though you were extremely overcome with anxiety about what was about to occur in the bathroom, you released a chuckle at her response.

She pulled you into the bathroom, flipping the lights on. As the door clicked shut, you faced her with your back against the wall.

"So, um, what are we supposed to do?" you asked.

"We don't have to do anything, Y/N," she replied, leaning against the bathroom counter. "I just noticed you weren't very comfortable with the idea of kissing me out there, so I improvised a little bit."

"Oh, okay," you breathed out. "Just for the record, it was not the idea of kissing you that made me uncomfortable. You- You're cool, so, it's fine."

Wanda tilted her head in curiosity, clearly not expecting that response. "Oh?" she questioned. "What was it then? Because I could clearly tell you were not very comfortable in there... I mean, you were visibly stiff."

"It's not you, I just..." you looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

"'It's not you, it's me'?" she joked, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes! No! I mean..." you exhaled. "It's not that the idea of kissing you makes me uncomfortable because, believe me, it very much doesn't. I just- I've never done this before."

The blood rushed to your cheeks during your admission. You felt utterly embarrassed, wishing you could just be back in your dorm in this moment.

"Y/N," she called softly. Despite every ounce of your body screaming at you to not do so, you returned your gaze to the Sokovian. "Do you want to kiss me?"

You couldn't read her tone. A part of you was nervous, maybe this was all some sick joke between her and her friends; yet, the other part of you was thrilled by the proposition alone.

"I wouldn't oppose," you muttered, automatically employing humor as your defense mechanism.

Wanda rolled her eyes at your antics, "Ok, then, let's play a new game." She looked down at her phone, checking the time. "We have less than four minutes in here."

Confused by the sudden change, you acquiesced in her request, "Okay?"

She stepped closer to you, standing a foot away.

Her tongue escaped her mouth, briefly licking her lips, before she proposed, "Are you going to marry, kiss, or kill me?"

Your eyes widened at the unexpected question, but you attempted to recover in order to return her playful energy, "Can I choose all three?"

Her eyebrow had risen, the infamous smirk forming on her lips. Slowly, she inched closer and closer to you until you could feel her breath on your skin. One hand found refuge on your hip, while the other she brought to the side of your face. She used her fingers to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear then cradled your face. You licked your own lips and closed your eyes in anticipation.

Then, you felt it. Her lips brushed against yours, softly and slowly as if she were testing the waters. It was only a peck, but you swear your heart burst from the experience.

A moment passed before she pulled away enough for her to speak.

"Was that okay?" she inquired, ensuring you were still interested in this.

"More than," you affirmed.

She smiled, "Good, because we still have a few minutes left, and I intend to use them."

Without another second, she connected your lips once again. This time was different, however; there was a newfound fervor behind it. Her kisses started slow like the initial pace, gradually becoming quicker and deeper. Uncertain about what to exactly do, you continue to follow her lead. You felt her slide her tongue across your lips, asking for entrance. How could you ever deny her that? As her tongue began to clumsily caress with yours, a familiar feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, but you ignored it and kept kissing her.

A knock at the door pulled you both back into reality.

"Time's up, lovebirds," the voice called. "Clothes better be on and straightened when you leave."

Wanda chuckled at her friend's words and bit her lip. For the first time, you think you see her outwardly nervous. She swallowed as she shifted her gaze from your lips to meet your eyes, "Hey, I um- I hope this wasn't a one time thing."

You sighed in relief, "With you? Never."

She leaned forward once more, placing a final peck on your lips before grabbing your hand to return to the circle. Instead of your prior placements on the floor, in which she sat on the other end, Wanda refused to let go of your hand, instead pulling you to where she had been sitting.

Thankfully, no one mentioned how your cheeks were now incredibly plagued with a pink hue, allowing the game to continue onward.

After the group decided to finish playing games and turn on a movie, you followed Wanda to the couch in order to sit next to her. As soon as you found your place at the end of the sofa, she gravitated closer, leaning into your side. Her head rested on your shoulder as if you both had been close for years.

The movie American Pie started playing, all of her friends too engrossed in it to note how the two of you were cuddled up together. She picked her head up from its place on your shoulder. You didn't think too much of it, imagining her neck must have simply gotten uncomfortable in that position.

However, she turned her head to face you, taking in the sight of you and her friends all hanging out and watching a movie. Unable to resist herself any longer, she leaned in closer, her breath hitting your ear as she whispered to you, "I can't focus on the movie. All I can think about is kissing you right now."

You rotated your head to face her, biting your lip at her words. "Shush, your friends are here," you quietly argued, but you were secretly enjoying her antics. You peered over her shoulder, observing her friends who sat quietly with their attentions fully focused on the film.

Wanda pressed a soft kiss to the base of your neck prior to returning to its original position on your shoulder. You sighed at the feeling of her affection, wondering if it would linger forever.

Soon enough, the movie ended, and it was time to go home for the night. Her friends had left moments ago, but not without saying how you should "come around more often." Honestly, you were deeply excited that you received their approval, especially after the recent developments with Wanda.

You stayed behind for a little, attempting to garner as much alone time with Wanda as you could without being interrupted.

With the others now gone, you allowed Wanda to be more affectionate; or rather, you allowed her to give in to her desires and kiss you again, and again, and again.

After the final peck, you pulled away with the cheesiest smile and swollen lips. She loved seeing you this way: giddy and carefree.

"I really like you, Wanda," you proclaimed with a sigh, effectively breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. "Like, a lot."

"I really like you, too," she replied. "You know, in case it got lost in translation with the kissing and everything."

You playfully slapped the side of her arm. "I'm serious," you started. "You make me feel so... high school."

She raised her brow, gesturing for you to continue.

You resumed, "I never felt like this, especially during high school. For a while, I actually thought something was wrong with me." Her lips formed a slight pout at your past conflict. "I was always so... jealous of others my age, having all of these teenage experiences with crushes and romance. Since I never did, I just assumed that it was my fault, that something was wrong with me. It was isolating; it felt like some inside joke that everyone else knew about except me. But, I'm happy I waited, truthfully, because now I can experience all of those high school feelings with you."

End.

[mellowyellow236]

The TWST boys write letters to Yuu/The Prefect!

All of them except for Ortho+Checka are meant to be interpreted as romantic, but many can be interpreted as platonic as well. The reader is gender-neutral, but more feminine adjectives will be used when referring to them. Characters will probably be a bit OOC.

Minor spoilers for their respective books in each section, but I try to keep it as spoiler-free as I can, except for who overbloted. If anyone has any questions or comments, please leave an ask or comment :) All are under the cut.

NRC:

Heartslabyul:  

Riddle Rosehearts - 

My dearest rose, 

You are the loveliest person I have ever known. It is a miracle that you chose to get to know me, and even more so after I hurt you and your friends so deeply. I have made many mistakes, but you, my rose, look past them. I understand that you may choose to go home one day, but even so... 

Please just give me a moment of your time, a fraction of your thoughts, and I’ll be satisfied. Any inch of you that I can get, I want, even if you still believe me a tyrant. If it pleased you- No, if it only made you look my way, I would gladly break any rule of the queen’s or my mother’s. Understand that, my rose, and I am sure you’ll know what remains unsaid in this letter. 

Yours Truly, 

Riddle Rosehearts 

Trey Clover - 

Prefect, 

Hello. I wanted to thank you, first and foremost, for helping out Heartslabyul so much. You’ve been a very good influence on Ace and Duece, and it’s nice to see Cater open up to someone. Not to mention, Riddle’s been improving every day. I can’t even describe how much you’ve helped me... I just hope you know that I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done. You’re welcome at Heartsabyul at any time. I have some donuts waiting for you if you want. 

From, 

Trey. 

Cater Diamond - 

Prefect, 

Heyyy! Whatcha doing right now? I’m sooooo happy that you came to NRC even if, like, all of the housewarden’s tried to ratio you. I do not subscribe to that, BTW. #NotCool, #Yikes-A-Tron. But,  like... On a more serious note, I am happy that I got to know you. It’s nice to have someone I can just be myself around. No drama, no expectations, just... Yeah. I know that you’re gonna leave at some point, and it’s almost a relief. You’re honest about it, which is something that many can’t say. 

Ugh, that was probs TMI! I’m not trying to trauma dump here, oops. There’s this cute cafe that opened up downtown, totally Magicam-worthy. You wanna meet up there sometime? 

- Cay-cay ♦️  

Ace Trapolla - 

Prefect!! 

I need your help! So, Trein’s got this super hard test coming up on Friday- Like, Riddle-got-a-99-last-year level of hard. Yeah, that’s without the extra credit, but STILL! That’s failure to the tyrant! So, you’ve got to come over to Heartslabyul right now and help me study. Pleaseeeee!!!! I’ll owe you one! 

Oh, and don’t bring Grim. Deuce’s also got plans, there’s no need to ask him. You know, in case that matters to you. 

See ya, 

Ace 

Deuce Spade - 

Dear Prefect, 

Hello, how are you doing? Can you believe that it’s already been so long since we became friends? When we broke that chandelier, I was ready to never talk to you again... But now look at us! I’m on my way to becoming an honor student, and you’re working on finding your way home! I’m happy that you’re going to be able to go soon, I know how bad it feels not to be able to see your family (and probably friends in your case) after so long away, but also sad that you’ll be leaving us. 

I’ve got it! Let’s get your ghost camera, and we’ll take lots of photos of us all over campus! Two of each, so that way no matter what, both of us will always remember what we went through together. That sounds like a good idea, right? 

From, 

Duece 

Savanaclaw: 

Leona Kingscholar - 

Herbivore, 

Hey. You’re an idiot, you know that? You’re stupid and impulsive and don’t know when to quit or give up. That’s why you keep looking for me in the botanical gardens, right? You just don’t know when to stop. I’m sure that you’ll realize I’m not worth your effort soon enough. But until then, you have to come to see me more often. You’re my pillow, I don’t get good enough sleep if you’re not there. 

I’m in the usual place. Get over here as soon as possible. 

- Leona 

Ruggie Bucchi - 

Hiya, Prefect... 

I’ve been thinking, and you should let me come over to Ramshackle and fix the place up for you. No upfront cost, of course, but... I want the right to use the kitchen as I please, whenever I please. 

Why, you’re asking? Shishishi... Not telling. You’ve just got to trust me on this, I’ll make it worth your while. Then again, maybe I’ll just blow the kitchen up and you’ll have to live at Savanclaw again! That’d be fun, huh? 

If you don’t want me to, ya better give up your kitchen for a little while! I’ll get that microwave up and running again in no time.

- Ruggie 

Jack Howl - 

Dear Prefect, 

Hello, have you been feeling alright? I’ve noticed that Crowley isn’t the best provider of food. While on my morning runs, I’ve noticed Grim loudly talking about how he doesn’t have enough tuna. He does it pretty often. So, I’ve thought of a solution; You could try eating breakfast with me. I always get big portions, so you could have some. If you want, I could even try lifting you and carrying you places. I need to get better strength training anyway, and then you’ll have a buddy to get stronger with. It’s always better to have a friend with you. 

From, 

Jack 

Octavinelle: 

Azul Ashengrotto - 

My Pearl, 

Allow me to start this letter by saying that you are truly the crown jewel of my riches and that none can replace your beauty. You are the loveliest, most perfect little pearl, and I adore you with my whole heart. And yet, I cannot seem to convince myself that you feel the same. You say you do, and even if it is a crime to believe your lips hold lies, I cannot believe that to be true. If it was, why? Not just why you would tell me- A scheming man who has hurt you and your friends- that I hold the keys to your heart, but why you would choose what I hold underneath. I’m no good for you in terms of personality or how I look, and yet... You still hold me dear. And for that alone, I want to take you to the Coral Sea where my home lies, but not for a deal this time. Just... Because I want you and my mother in the same place. The two most important people to me meeting... That’s the best thing I can think of, to be honest. 

With Love, 

Azul Ashengrotto 

Jade Leech - 

Dearest Prefect, 

It has come to my attention that you haven’t had a chance to enjoy a proper mushroom dish since arriving in Twisted Wonderland. Now, that will not do for much longer. This letter should contain a box with three containers worth of mushroom dishes. You are to eat them and write back to me with what you thought of each of them. In return, I shall continue to provide you with free food. 

Do be warned, however, that they should all be eaten as fast as possible once you get them in case my brother chooses to throw them out. Also, so that way Grim cannot eat them. I would not recommend it for a cat.

Kind Regards, 

Jade Leech 

Floyd Leech - 

Shrimpy!!!!!! 

You and me. In the courtyard. Now. 

I’m going to squeeze you. 

🐬°˖𓍢✨໋ 🐋✧°.🐟⋆ 

🦐🥢🥢🥢🥢🧨 

I’ll see you later if you want me to or not. 

- Floyd <3333333 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - 

Hello!!!!

I love you!!! I love you, I love you, I love you! You’re the most wonderful person in this school, and you’ve done so much for both me and Jamil! It would be silly for me not to love you. I love how your hair looked in the wind when we went on that carpet ride, I love how you looked in the school’s uniform and how you looked when you tried on my dorms, and I love how you look no matter how you dress because you’re a beautiful person inside and out! I love you, and nothing can change that! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ 

Hugs and kisses, 

Kalim Al-Asim 

P.S. Let’s go on another magic carpet ride soon, okay? I want to show you how pretty the moon looks when it’s full and you’re flying!

Jamil Viper - 

Dear Prefect,

Thank you for saving me when I overblotted. I am aware that what I did was wrong, and I apologize. I hope you can understand where I’m coming from. Either way, I feel as though I must do something more for you to show you that. Please come to Scarabia tonight. I will make you a special dinner if you do. Please, don’t tell Kalim. I want... something special, for the two of us this time. 

See you later, 

Jamil Viper

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

My Dearest Potato, 

I regret to inform you that you have bewitched me. So much so that I willingly took on a role as a villain in this next movie. The villain falls in love with the hero’s love interest, and then, in a “shocking” turn of events, she chooses the villain to stand by. Of course, they’re both defeated, the hero gets with his childhood friend in some lesson of how love will always be waiting for you, whatever. But I still chose it, even if Neige plays the hero. 

I finally have a love interest, and they remind me of you. You could have stood by his side, you know. You should have. I poisoned him; That action speaks for itself. And yet, you decided to stay with me. Just like how that villain in this story gets the girl the hero originally wanted. 

I’ve won your heart as well, haven’t I? 

Sincerely, 

Vil Schoenheit 

Rook Hunt - 

Trickster, 

Bonjour, mon amour! I could not resist sending you another letter. You see my darling, I long for you like I long for the sunset on a hot day, for an oasis in a desert, for a hint of rain during the dry season, for the sun during the days when it pours. I'd imagine you'd taste like the rain as well, Trickster, and if given the chance, I'd taste again and again, in an attempt to satiate more than just my curiosity. 

Oh, Trickster, have you any idea how you’ve bewitched me? Why, just the sight of you is enough to send me spiraling, wishing for the smallest fraction of a chance that my affections are shared. How cruel is fate, to deny me the right to live and die within your arms? La petite mort would be heaven if it was with you, but death would truly come for me if it wasn’t. 

Je t'aime de tout mon coeur, 

Le Chasseur D'Armour 

Epel Felmeir - 

Prefect, 

I need some help. I found out that milk can make ya grow stronger, and also help you get taller. However, Vil has banned me from drinking it because I drank a carton in two days. Something about it raising my cholesterol or making me break out, I don’t care. So, I need to keep it at Ramshackle. That’s okay with you, right? Well, I sure hope it is, cause it’s getting in there if ya want it to or not! I’ll see ya soon, just make sure it’s in the fridge. I’ll get ya some of my family’s apple juice in return, it’ll be good. I reckon ya liked it last time. 

Epel 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - 

Prefect, 

Get to my room, and fast. There’s an event taking place, and I need a player two. This one requires another person to be in the same room, so I can’t ask any of my mutuals, and you’re the only one I trust with this. I can’t ask Ortho either, don’t ask why. 

Also I recently got pink lights in my room like those normies. That’s why everything looks kind of pink, it’s not my hair. Just in case you were wondering if I was embarrassed or whatever, you’re wrong. Just get over here ASAP, no time to waste. 

- Gloomurai 

Ortho Shroud - 

Hello, how are you? ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) I am very happy to get a chance to talk with you. I have recently learned how to type out these little faces called ‘kaomoji’ that my big brother loves. Here are some of my favorites: 

♡✧( •⌄• ) 

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 

•ω• 

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ - This one is a cat! 

I would like to share more with you. Please come to Ignihyde so I can teach you how to get them on your phone as well. I can provide free updates while you’re here if needed. (✿˶◕‿◕˶人◕ᴗ◕✿) 

Sent To: PerfectPrefect@email.com 

Date: XX/XX/XXXX 

Return Email: orthoshroud2@email.com 

Diasomnia: 

Malleus Dracona - 

My Dearest Child Of Man, 

If Longing was painful, how much farther would I have to fall to crash and burn at your feet? The only answer I can give is that I already would have. I would build monuments in your name and would offer you the world and more if only you would say you loved me back. 

Could this be considered love? Could these feelings I hold deep within my heart, only to divulge in the darkest hours of the night with none but the stars and you to bear witness to my passion, be a form of love? Or is this simply my yearning, a longing for your heart, and wanting to have someone to call my own? 

The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one I wanted next. How I wish I could scream your name from the rooftop, and raise my voice in song only to sing your praises. You have the face of an angel, and I am sure that you must have the mind of one as well, for even if the voices in your head remind you of nothing more than pain and suffering, they have still been able to mold you into the perfection you are today. But maybe you have devils as well, trying to smite you as you sleep, but just as I do all of your angels, I will pick them up and kiss their heads if they are a part of someone I care for so much. You are perfection, Child of Man, and this dragon wishes only to live with the crumbs of affection as my treasures. 

Yours Until The End Of Eternity, 

Prince Malleus Dracona Of Briar Valley Hornton 

Lilia Vanrouge - (Okay so for Lilia I could have SWORN that he calls the prefect ‘Beastie,’ but I can find that nowhere. Literally at all, no one seems to have used it for him, but I know that I’ve seen at least one person do it. I now think that it’s a headcanon thing but I’m not sure, if anyone knows who did this or if it’s canon, please tell me. I’ve been searching for far too long and I am in too deep.)

Beastie, 

Hello, my darling~! I have an easy-peasy little request for you, m’kay? You just need to travel over to Diasomnia, and then... I’ll make you a meal! Malleus has been out trying to find this one gargoyle on campus all day since I brought up wanting to learn a new recipe, and Sebek and Silver both ran off earlier to go help him. I don’t know how to tell them that the gargoyle they’re looking for definitely isn’t at Night Raven College. Raising kids is quite hard, especially when things like this come up... 

But you’ll be there for me, won’t you, Beastie? Pretty please? I’ll see you tonight if you want to, a little date if you feel up to it. Mwah! 

xoxo, 

Lilia 

Silver “Vanrouge” - 

Dear Prefect, 

I had the most wonderful dream. I think I did, at least. I can’t remember it, but I remember how familiar these eyes were, and I knew it was you as soon as I awoke. And I know it's true, that dreams are seldom what they seem... But if I know how you are, then I know what you'll do; You'll look at me the same way you did once upon inside my dreams. And tell me all about the animals that you found with me when I awoke. What I wouldn’t give to hear you tell me about every birdie that comes to me; I’d be willing to fall asleep in the forest every day if only to hear you cooing to the birds when I come to. I wonder if each little bird has someone to sing sweet things to, a little love melody like what I long to play for you one day. Well, either way, I’m growing sleepy now. The effects of my curse will soon be on me once more. I’ll see you either later today or tomorrow, depending on how long I’m asleep. If you need me or simply wish to keep me company, I’m currently resting in the woods. 

Best Wishes, 

Silver 

Sebek Zigvolt - 

HUMAN! 

I have something to show you; A new notebook to be filled, gifted to me by Master Lilia. He said that it is a ‘scrapbook’, which humans fill up with pictures and drawings of themselves and their friends. To fulfill the purpose of this illustrious gift, you must come to Diasomnia at once! You shall be the first of the first years to be added, along with Silver. Prepare enough of those photographs you have to fill half of the book. The other shall be dedicated to Wakasama! 

Sincerely, 

Sebek Zigvolt  

RSA+NBC: 

Che’nya - 

Prefect... 

When are you going to visit RSA, huh? It would be purrr-fect to get a chance to see you again. You’re quite the pretty purr-son, dontcha think? Or maybe I’ll just drop by at the next unbirthday party... Riddle and Trey would like that, but I wonder what you’d think. Hum-hum-hummm... 

Kitty Kisses, 

Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker <3 

Neige Leblanche - (The Reader is called NRC’s ‘princess’ in this one, but not called a woman or anything)

My Dearest, 

Hello! How are you fairing? Have you been doing okay since the VDC? I know that you looked pretty shaken up back then, so I wanted to make sure that you’ve been okay. After all, you’re NRC’s princess! As far as I can tell, anyway. I’m happy that there’s someone around Vil like you, he always looked like he needed a good cheering up. And you’re like a fairytale! Such pretty hair and eyes and skin; Oh, I’d ride away with you on a white horse if I could! 

Ah, that’s odd to say to someone I don’t know very well, isn’t it? I’m sorry, that’s my fault. You still want to be friends, right? If you do, please come visit me at some point. Or, just send me a letter back. I’ll make sure that you get priority over any fan letter. 

Love, 

Neige Leblanche 

Rollo Flamme -

Mon Amour, 

There are times I wish I could tear you down and take you apart only to sew you back together. Rip you to shreds only to tenderly put each piece back where it should be. Drink from you until there's nothing left and then fill you up with all of the love I could offer, make you mine and mine alone. Those greedy thoughts shouldn't even make their way onto this paper, shouldn’t even be in my head, and yet here I am, penning them in a letter never to be sent. 

I truly wish you never see these letters, for I'd hate to be the reason your face turns to disgust, even if for a moment. Of course, I don't regret writing them. You will never read them, after all, but I believe I should get my thoughts out like this rather than bottle them up, lest I do something stupid and let you see them. I pray that you will never have to see me in a state like how I write to you, over my bedside table in the dead of night, eyes barely open and breath still recovering from dreams of a sweeter pleasure than I should sully your name with. 

I mention those dreams I have of you a lot, it seems, although I mean it in the most innocent way possible. Ever since I met you, you've infested my dreams and wormed your way into my heart like a parasite I can't rid myself of. My dreams are all of the sweet moments I have longed for and never gotten. I only have eyes for you, after all, and a saint may never lie with a sinner, lest they become one as well. 

Bonus: 

Checka Kingscholar - 

To Perfect, 

Hello! I am Checka Kingscholar. I am fiv years old. I like my unca. I like my dad and I love my mom. I love you! Goodbye! •ᴗ•

[sundrop-writes]

are you currently open to doing reactions for teen wolf characters? cause if you are i’d love to see how you think stiles & allison would react to seeing a fem reader naked by accident hehe

yeah, as it says in my Rules, I love doing reactions and MLTs (especially cause they're fun, shorter fics that I can write quickly in order to get to know the characters better. they're a lot of fun)

so here we go

Requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN!!! Please read the rules first, though <3 also vote in this poll if you like Teen Wolf fics

How would Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent react to seeing you naked by accident?

Warnings: mentions of sex/arousal/sexual desire (characters wanting to fuck the reader after seeing them naked), sexual themes but no explicit smut, reader is described as having breasts/is called a 'girl', mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Jackson/Reader (background, unimportant), mentions of the reader taking nudes/nude pictures, Allison's section is way longer than Stiles's oops (but that's because I've never written for her before and I got excited).

Stiles would be coming to visit you on a random Saturday - something that he did often. And after letting himself in with his spare key and bounding up the stairs to your room, he would hear music coming from your room and think nothing of simply letting himself in. He could imagine that you were cutely dancing in your pajamas, using your hairbrush as a microphone - something that he would tease you for, but secretly loved.

He hadn't even thought to knock. The two of you were so close - best friends since you were in diapers, having grown up together, gone through everything together.

So when he opened the door and found you standing at the foot of your bed, naked, rubbing lotion over your skin almost sensually - a towel in a rumple at your feet as you had clearly just gotten out of the shower - in seconds, it changed his entire perspective of you. Seeing your gorgeous breasts, the roundness of your thighs, the perfect swell of your ass, the softness of your stomach - it put nothing but downright filthy images in his mind. And in seconds, you went from being his dorky childhood friend to a woman he now desperately wanted to fuck.

He didn't get to stand there for long and stare before you noticed him, but the image of you so beautifully bared was easily seared into his mind forever.

"Stiles?!" You screamed when you noticed him in the doorway, and he felt so terribly caught.

His instinct was to turn and run, but he was dumb from the amount of blood pooling in his cock. He tripped over his own feet and rammed headfirst into the doorway - hard. He became dizzy from the hit fell to the floor within seconds, groaning loudly in pain (and embarrassment) as he clutched the bruise blooming on his forehead.

You rushed to pick up your towel to cover yourself, and then rushed to see if he was okay.

"Oh my god, Stiles." You sighed, kneeling down by his side. "What is wrong with you?"

Well, he could add 'intense sexual desire for his best friend' to that list now.

Allison loved having you over at her place. Between the chaos of dating and not-dating someone that her family had vowed to kill, and being trained by that family to kill others of his kind in the most traumatic and tiring way possible - you were a breath of fresh air in her life. You were the soothing relaxation she needed among the chaos.

She invited you over as often as possible because of this. Whether it was dinner with her family, studying, sleepovers where the two of you talked all night and ate junk food - you were over at her house often. Her family knew that the two of you were the best of friends, and they loved you because you were a smart, respectable, normal girl.

On this night, the two of you were having a regular study session. Nothing special - just sitting on her bed going over some homework. More so, enjoying each other's company in quiet while you worked individually.

"Do you have the notes that Mr. Hoffman wrote down today?" Allison asked you, looking up from her book. "I know he didn't want us to do all the problems, but I can't remember which numbers he wrote on the board."

"I took a picture of it." You told her, unlocking your phone and passing it to her. "Just flip through my camera roll, you'll find it. I gotta pee."

You slid off the bed and left her room for the bathroom, and she opened your camera roll looking for the picture of the blackboard that you had taken. She grinned when she saw that the first picture was of a random squirrel that you had seen outside during lunch. Very you.

Then - a picture of Stiles making an ugly face. Of course. He had stolen your phone during lunch. Then - Scott and Stiles. More Scott and Stiles. Then, pictures of your outfit that you had taken in the bathroom that morning at school. Then - wait, what?

A picture of you naked.

Allison's insides tensed.

It was a gorgeous picture of you, and though she felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that she knew she wasn't supposed to see it, she couldn't stop staring. You were laying on your bed, the morning sun pouring in through the curtains - it had probably been taken before school that morning. The picture showed everything from your collar bones to the tops of your thighs, your arm holding the camera high up to get a good angle of your amazing body.

Your breasts relaxed and your nipples peaked (it had to be from you teasing them up for the picture and not from the cold air, your room was always soft and cozy), your stomach so wonderfully soft, your pussy on display - showing off the dusting of pubic hair that you had their. Your knees pressed together, presenting your thighs in a soft, alluring position.

It made Allison's throat dry.

Before she could even think to keep looking for what she had actually needed, you came back into the room.

"Hey," You grinned at her as you moved to sit by her feet at the end of the bed. "You find it."

One thing that Allison knew by now - lying was useless and something she absolutely hated. You were one person in her life that she upheld honesty with as her greatest treasure.

"No." She said, taking a moment to re-moisten her mouth with saliva before she continued. "But - I found this."

She turned the phone screen toward you and your jaw dropped slightly before snapping shut again with a harsh sound.

"Oh." You breathed out. "That." You paused for a moment. "I - uh. Sorry you had to see that."

You took back your phone from her and locked it, staring at the floor with shame.

"I'm not." Allison said quickly. "You - you look beautiful."

It would be a few days before you fully unpacked what she had meant by this. Even Allison herself still hadn't fully acknowledged that she felt anything more than friendship for you.

You nodded. "Thank you." You took another moment. "I - just - I'm sorry it's awkward."

Allison nodded. She wasn't sure why she didn't feel as awkward as you did.

"Well - who was it for?" She couldn't help but to wonder.

She could only assume that you had taken the picture with the intention to send it to someone.

"Um, well... it was for Jackson." You told her.

The two of you had been texting a lot more frequently since he had broken up with Lydia.

Allison frowned.

"You are way too good for him." She insisted.

And that was the comment that stuck in your mind - that truly got you thinking about what your relationship with Allison meant.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hellloooo,

May I request viral hit characters reacting to their s/o wearing something naughty? If not naughty, just wearing their clothes instead?

-Thank you <3 ‼️

Hi anon! Wew I'm so sorry. We are nearing the 3 month mark. How's your V Hit interest? Fading? 😅 Thanks for requesting and the thank you and heart is SO cute. Hmm. Let's go for wearing their clothes...All generally quite innocent.

HTF Boys reacting to you wearing their clothes: Munseong, Wangguk, Yeonwoo, Seongjun, Taehoon

G/N but assumes you're more petite than they are.

Kim Munseong

You have a habit of taking his tracksuit jacket.

At first he never used to think much of it. He had a two track mind: one on Bomi, the other on MMA.

And then Bomi became spoken for, and the track became singular.

You still continued to take his jackets. Talking, laughing along with him, as natural as anything. Because it was. He's grown used to it.

So much so, that whenever he sees you without his clothes on, he feels a pang. There's something missing that he can't quite put his finger on.

He watches you. Wondering why you look... off.

Then it hits him. You're not wearing his jacket.

In addition, his jackets just smell like him. Of deodorant and aftershave. Without your scent and his mingled together.

And here comes a double KO. His feelings, the second realisation, hits him full force too.

Han Wangguk

He handed over his hoodie when you said you were cold.

Maybe that wasn't the best idea (or perhaps it was) because the sight of you in his clothes. Chin tucked in at the collar, sleeves hanging over your hands, length reaching down to the top of your bare thighs.

This is really something else.

Wangguk blushes furiously. Thinks about you in his hoodie and nothing else. Chastises himself for his lewd thoughts but shit, he can't help it.

It's just so fucking sexy.

Oops - you've broken him.

Or... that's what he thought. It's actually much worse when he gets the hoodie back from you.

Your scent, your perfume. He can't get enough.

And if he sleeps with it, so he can be reminded of you? Well that's only between him and his hoodie.

Ji Yeonwoo

You put on Yeonwoo's karate gi as a joke.

And maybe it was a little disrespectful the way you just casually wrapped it around you. You thought maybe Yeonwoo was pissed when he noticed. His mouth was hanging in shock and body frozen.

"Sorry," you grimace, sheepishly taking it off.

"No! Don't!" Yeonwoo clears his throat, cheeks dusting with pink, "...No it's fine. You can wear it."

Seeing you in his gi is combining his two absolute favourite things. It's a crossover he wasn't expecting.

His thoughts are innocent enough, it's more the idea of being able to have everything he wanted. Kyokushin karate and also you.

Yeonwoo stammers and blushes, not able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. Not on his studies, not even on his training.

Because the idea of you by his side, joining him, is everything.

Baek Seongjun

You like to wear his haori casually around the apartment (when it's clean, of course).

It's something easy to grab and slip on. A cover up for when you're feeling like you need a light extra layer.

Especially for the morning after you've spent a night entangled in bed together.

The first time Seongjun sees you in his haori and little else, stepping into the kitchen for breakfast he has prepared-

His heart stops and stutters. Pauses mid movement to fully take in the sight of you in his haori, the traditional japanese attire, and little else.

Breakfast is forgotten about as he strides towards you, hands wandering over your body and lips on your skin in an instant.

Maybe he can convince you to wear a kimono next.

Seong Taehoon

You stole his jacket.

Taehoon should stop spoiling you so much. He only has himself to blame. He's very attached to his green bomber. It's his trademark.

"Hands off! Get your own-"

His eyes adjust and he fully takes in the sight. Oh.

Taehoon hates hates people touching what is his (only child syndrome huh) but you in his jacket - ok maybe that he could learn to share.

The way it drapes over you, large and oversized. Your hand tucked into the sleeves... It's fucking cute, ok. His stomach does little somersaults at the view. Shit. He doesn't even care how cringe he sounds, he loves it.

Like a megaphone telling everyone to back off, you're spoken for.

Still. Taehoon is Taehoon and he's a little shit to the end. He'll make you plead and beg a little for his jacket. Whine a bit about how cold you are or how comfortable it is.

He'll throw it at your head every time but preens when you slip it on.

And... bonus: Wedding bands

Taehoon never gave it much of a thought, never gave marriage much of a thought. If you wanted to, sure that's cool with him. No? That's fine too.

Once married though, there's something about wedding bands that he absolutely loves. The matching set, two halves of a whole.

He finds himself playing with yours a lot. Taking your hand in his. Spinning, touching it on your finger.

And when he can't play with it, he looks at it. Yours or his. It seems to always catch the light just right and he can't look away.

Quite simply, it makes him happy.

[thief-of-eggs]

Sneak peak of a Bakudeku snippet that’s been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now. Oops.

Featuring a mini character study of Bakugou as he falls in love with Izuku

His affection festered like a wound.

With no proper outlet in sight, his care sunk deep into his bones and settled into his marrow, weaving its way between the knittings of his flesh, carved between his ribs in one lingering ache.

He did not understand it. The leap in his pulse when the messy-haired nerd glanced his way, emerald eyes wide with wonder and reverence. Izuku looked at Bakugo like he hung the fucking stars in the sky. Like he breathed and gave orbit to the universe. Like he spoke and made the moon reflect the sun.

Bakugo never knew what to do with that much admiration, that much care being carelessly thrown his way. He did not know how to trust such free-given kindness. Such unbound affection.

So he took a knife to his beating heart and carved it into something callous. Hoping that by brushing elbows with Izuku and his too-bright face, he might whittle the nerd into something a little easier to swallow. A little easier to comprehend.

Loose ends belonged in their properly sorted boxes, and Izuku and his bleeding heart fit in none that Bakugo knew how to categorize.

Never mind his own response to Izuku’s infectious affection. It was all too much to wrap his short-tempered mind around. Bakugo was a train without a break, and Izuku was always bound to be collateral.

——

They started their first year at UA. Izuku was no longer something Bakugo could simply leave behind. Like it or not, he was stuck with him, the tapestry of his heart bound to be colored by Izuku’s shining thread.

——

Classes were intense. Expectations were high. He didn’t have time to sort out everything he felt. And so crammed into a box went his feelings. That’s where they belonged. That’s where they made sense. He buried them deep within the soil of his heart, stuffed within the crevices of his mind, forgotten as storm after storm blew his way in the form of a green-eyed wraith, winds howling at him to unpack what had long been buried, what had long since been dead.

Bakugo weathered the storms, shoving every resurfacing feeling back down into the ground where it all belonged. Calculated, expected, easy to swallow. He was good at enduring things. He had always excelled at pushing past his own limits. And in the grand scheme of things- in the midst of every future plan he had for himself- what was a little rain anyway?

But Bakugo failed to account for the fact that the rain brings upon the roses. What’s buried is only waiting for its optimal time to grow. And so, like a weed springing up from the dirt, Bakugo’s care for Izuku began to take over the gardens of his mind. Laced with thorny edges it spread throughout his every waking thought, until Bakugo was consumed with the invasive species of love.

Frightened, he stamped it out. Threw a rug over the lumpy shape of his affection, locked the door and threw the key into the ever-sinking pit in his chest. He set fire to his aching mind, and left the growing softness in his heart to rot.

And like most things left to wither and decay, things left to grow in the shade, left to fend for themselves in the dark- his affections began to wilt and sour.

Possessive became his affection. Rage replaced his care. Jealousy wrapped its wicked hands around his ribcage, dug its wanting fingers deep within his lungs, and sucked the kindness from him like a leech, leaving nothing but bitterness and longing in its wake.

For what Bakugo was longing, he never could quite puzzle out. To wrap his fingers around Izuku’s neck or tangle them in his hair? To press his lips upon his wrist or sink his teeth into his veins? To hold him close or throw him off the edge?

To become him, or to make him his?

Bakugo didn’t understand it. And he hated things he did not understand. And regardless- he had more important things to worry about anyway. The year was ticking onward. Time moved like a rush of sand from a shattered hourglass, spilling every which way before he could scoop it up and make order of it all. The league of villains attacked, and everything that had felt like training suddenly felt much bigger. Much realer.

So he pushed and pushed on the lid to his heart, which by now had become too full to fully close. Sometime over the course of their freshman year, the feelings that Bakugo had been so careful to deny the rights of sunlight and water to had doubled in size.

The roots had gone far too deep for Bakugo to simply yank out. Izuku was as tangled up in Bakugo’s sense of self as his own pride and honor were, to the point where he couldn’t work out just where he ended and the damned nerd began.

[critterpede]

Mmmmmmmm since yall asked for it…. POKEMON OC LORE DUMP (this ended up kinda long oops)

Now this story is called “avatars of legends”

Basically every once in a while a worm hole opens up and a baby pop out of it, but this is no ordinary child. These worm hole children have the ability to transform half way into their respective legendary pokemon and gain its abilities. These people are dubbed avatars of legends (wow who could hav guessed)

Researchers aren’t entirely sure where these worm holes originate from, the one time they were present for one opening it closed too fast. These portals are incredibly hard too track, thus a lot of the times they discover avatars raised amongst humans though they’re not hard too find since a normal child can’t exactly split the sea Moses style (looking at u kyogre)

The avatars spend most of the year at the aether paradise, after lusamines fall the foundation sorta rebranded, it’s still a pokemon sanctuary but part of it has been dedicated to studying the avatars. It pretty much also became a school for them cuz ya know they don’t spend 24/7 there they go to their home regions during the holidays

Now enough yap abt the word building here are the AVATARS!!!!

Technically they go by their legendary names while at the paradise (for like privacy and stuff) but they all hav nicknames

Lily (she/her): Avatar of lugia

Bowie (he/him): Avatar of ho-oh

Donnie (she/her): Avatar of groudon

Ray (he/him): Avatar of rayquaza, dating Sam

Ky (she/they): Avatar of kyogre, dating gira

Dia (they/them): Avatar of dialga

Kia (he/him): Avatar of pakia

Gira (he/him): avatar of giratina, dating Ky

Randy (he/him): Avatar of reshiram (guys I made these ocs before getting into rc9gn💔)

Romeo (he/him): Avatar of zekrom

Raena (she/her): Avatar of xerneas

Val (he/him): Avatar of yveltal, dating Sol

Luna (she/her): Avatar of lunala

Sol (he/him): Avatar of solgaleo, dating Val

Sam (he/him): Avatar of zamazenta, dating Ray

Zac (he/him): Avatar of zacian

Now a few facts abt avatars and the story in general

All the avatars are teenagers during the main story, though I might hav some plans for a story taking place when they’re older

Remember how I mentioned near the beginning how avatar could turn halfway, well they can actually fully turn into their legendary thought it took a WHILE to discover this. Sol was the first one to fully transform during the events of the main story and after one by one the other did aswell

I hav plans on adding a new avatar during the story but I’m not saying which legendary it is yall can guess

Though most of the avatars aren’t technically related, the ones originating from the same region are seen as siblings, only ones related by blood are Sam & Zac who were found together after appearing and dna tests show they are indeed twins

Speaking of dna tests, they were done on all the avatars and it’s shown that all of them have mothers in this dimension. Some of them have passed, but those who are alive claimed they did not recognise their avatar children and some of them had never even had children. So it was theorised that these were their mothers in the alternate dimension the avatars originated from, however no fathers being found brought up the question on how the avatars were conceived, theories range from the same way Jesus Christ was born to horrific dna experiments

The avatars can talk to pokemon

Individual avatar facts

Sol is the main character. He is the only avatar to be raised from “birth” in the aether paradise, though he is not the newest since Val, Sam, Zac and more arrived after Sol. Sol also goes by Leo but only Luna and Val can call him that.

Even tho it involves the main character, I prefer rayzenta (Ray x Sam) over soltal (Sol x Val). What can I I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers, plus Sam realised his crush when he saw Ray fully transform for the first time and he had his bi awakening and thats a rlly funny visual

Ray is a wheelchair user, I don’t exactly remember why I did that probably smth to due w rayquaza being a snake but kyogre and lunala also dont hav legs so idk

Randy is trans

Ok das it for nao srry if I got some parts of pokemon canon wrong I don’t exactly play the games for the story

[fogbreo]

you aren't insane enough, now tell me your favorite chapter in slay the princess and your favorite princess and your favorite ship 💥🔫 /silly

YOURE DISTRACTING ME FROM MY STUDIES /J

okay so. oohh its so hard to choose!!! fav chapter is definitely princess and the dragon with wild and adversary!fury as close second/third. i remember feeling tired of playing the game while trying to 100% it when i stumbled upon princess and the dragon and i perked up like a cat who saw a mouse pass by. its just so AUGH i love how the princess's pov is inverse to tlq's and i love the tlq body reveal and i love how i kept guessing who the voices were (i am. unfortunately a bit face blind but for voices even though i was 30 hours into the game by then) and i love how much potential this chapter has for anguish. what once was one became two then one again. OUGH 😭😭😭😭 theres SO MUCH yearning 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 you can never be whole again 😂😂😂 no matter how hard you try 😂😂😂 some wounds can never be mended 😂😂😂 (im so normal)

(this is getting long oops sorry!!)

as for favorite princess hehe

ngl its hard to choose. i have three princesses in my top 1 🥹 hea, wild, and thorn 🥹🥹🥹 hea was soo heartwrenching. i had a visceral reaction to her. she reminded me so much of myself ngl. i still wish i could be free without fear of disappointment or abandonment by those i care about.

i also saw myself in wild though i saw herAA so as as being similar to smitten in hea. i saw myself in her want for harmony and peace even at the cost of burying negative feelings. her outbursts when that peace was threatened was so. Me. admitting this feels so damning but i Get it. i almost cried when i had to stab her for the 100% ngl

thorn. god im starting to sound like a broken record but i saw myself in her too. tbh relatability seems to be the largest factor for my attachment to a character 😔 her trust issues, her potential for spite, her "if im going down, youre going down with me" attitude, her Sadness 🥹🥹🥹🥹 god i love her. she was my definite top 1 fave princess and chapter before pristine cut (tbf i didnt play beyond one playthrough before pristine cut bc i didnt wanna repeat everything for the expansion)

as for favorite ship. um 🥹👉👈 i like burned bridges 😋😋😋 (massive understatement. i love them im so insane haha HAHA) sometimes i wish i got into the fandom earlier bc idk. it feels like most of the stuff ive seen of them are from early-mid year ago and i was into stp even then!! so idk it feels like i missed a train i wouldve loved goinf on 😔

or Not.. i didnt really like cold until the new fury and cage (broken says "buried pain is still pain" here so i was like Huh. That Reminds Me Of Cold /projecting) so i probably wouldnt have cared. in fact, i didnt even realize the enemies to lovers potential they had in burned grey UNTIL i got attached to cold (i was already attached to smitten) 😭 which is crazy tbh i love enemies to lovers

OH AND OF COURSE SHIFTING QUIET. I LOVE THEM THEYRE SO HEHE I LOVE SHIFTY I LOVE TLQ MWAH MWAH!!!! THEYRE SO PEAK 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

ok yeah thats it 😊😊😊 i hope my word vomit made sense!!

[talenlee]

June 2025 Wrapup!

That’s it. We’re out of Pride. No more Pride, we’re all done here. That means it’s time to look back on a month of articles and consider how can we bring the energy to be gayer and angier the rest of the year?

Game Pile

All My Exes Are In Mech Suits, a novel three-person RPG of sequential prompts that I looked at because I was trying to find something niche from a undersupporter creator, got one of the leading academics in the field, oops.

Samus Probably Isn’t Cis, a video about how Metroid Fusion gave Samus a voice and we otherwise got a character with an absence of gender information being filled in by assumptions. This video got some goobers commenting on, which was great – I got to see someone claim entirely ridiculously, that I used ‘the c word’ because I was afraid of admitting what it really meant, which is ‘straight.’ Listen sunshine, I’m Australian, we have another C word and you people can’t even pronounce it right.

Battle of the Boy Bands, a silly funny card game that’s really good for its price point and its mechanical design.

Why Do Trans Women Love New Vegas (Video)? It’s hard to say since it’s only recently gone up but I’m super proud of this video about the way we talk about media and the way we treat the presence of trans women in a fandom.

Story Pile

My Brother’s Husband, an agonising and beautiful manga about gay grief.

Just Be Free, by Big Freedia, a banger of an album that’s very gay.

Bang Brave Bang Bravern, a banger of an anime that’s very gay.

Ranma 1/2 (2024, Season 1), another, different banger of an anime that’s very straight but in the gayest fucking way.

Drive-Away Dolls, which goes up tomorrow, but spoilers, it’s a killer movie about funny lesbians and it’s a caper.

This month’s Dev Pile posts were about building out a case study of Lysenco, in plain language to then doll up fancily in academic language. This is how a lot of my stuff works at this stage; I write in plain language, then I go through and revise, paragraph by paragraph into formal language. I have a real hard time writing directly academically, and that’s because academic writing is extremely structurally different to what I normally do. What I normally do, what you’re reading here is what I think of as performance rhetoric; the default voice of my writing is a preacher delivering a message with a punchline.

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

If you like my articles about worldbuilding, or about Cobrin’Seil, you know, the stuff generally in the space of Dungeons & Dragons. I wrote a piece considering the ways characters and places get named, and how those names suggest something about the language. I also dug into the history of the Changelings of Cobrin’Seil, and the challenges of contemplating a culture of people who definitionally can stop being found if they don’t want to be found. Since we’re in the space of Dungeons & Dragons, I also dug into the way the prestige class titles of 3rd edition D&D replicated a massive gender bias, and the limited view of Love that 4th edition had (even if it accidentally became pro-polyamry).

Pride Month brought with it some articles on media that includes a sort of accidental queerness. I talked about how Tigatron became the earliest Transformer in a gay relationship, thanks to a gender swap. I talked about how N in Pokemon has two mothers, and I dug into the recent queer characters introduced to the Magic: The Gathering canon by Tarkir: Dragonstorm. Then I examined the relationship to souls, bodies, and sexuality in The Locked Tomb.

But don’t worry, I also had time to get good and mad! I talked about the way Christianity conducts child sacrifice, about how It’s Not Really About Trans Women In Sport, and how I learned a new slur from an anime about MMORPGs.

This month’s design was, in honour of Corporate Pride merchandise that you should never buy, I made this design for an Umbrella Corp Philadelphia Pride Inclusion logo. Other people have done them but they’re just a bit too simple, a bit too basic for my tastes. You can get it as a sticker or magnet, (white text, black text).

The defining event of June for me has been marking and tending to Elli, as he recovers from his surgery. He went in for a splenectomy on the second of June, and the reason he did that was because his spleen showed some abnormal growth. This was something that was not, on its own, a problem, but, because there’s always a chance it could be something our options were to monitor him with regular vet visits, or get a splenectomy. There’s a third option that’s… unhinged to describe to me, so never mind that.

The splenectomy is a big up-front cost, and then requires about ten to fourteen days of recovery, with a secondary followup. Regular monitoring is a smaller cost, but regular, and there’s always that chance that something bad happens between the monitoring, and then we need to do a splenectomy anyway, or worse. Also, there’s the possibility that a cost shock – like, what if our work situation changes – means that we have to skip a monitoring, or go into debt for a monitoring.

We made the decision to do the splenectomy, up front, and then turned the living room into a camp. One of the things that Elli couldn’t do while he had stitches and his guts were all awkward is jump, or walk. That meant he couldn’t get up on the seat next to me where he likes to sit and nestle next to me. That also meant he couldn’t get up on the bed, where he normally sleeps. Since he’s so cuddly, we set up a sleeping arrangement, where Fox could sleep and he could just walk over to sleep next to her, without having to jump up.

All this was happening while I was trying to mark student work! That meant long days of watching student video, reading student material, investigating student games. I also had to do this while helping Fox with things while she tended to and took care of Elli, or indeed, did her job.

That was the month. That was the work!

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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I really want to know what happening with Kaiser now… what’d he do?? 👀

Oops, this got kinda long. I put a tl;dr: at the end.

In the present time, Kaiser's been nothing but abusive towards this guy called Ness (throwing a drink at him, verbally abusing him, etc...) and hasn't shown even a hint of guilt. To say their relationship is toxic would be an understatement, it is not on the same tier as the other toxic relationships showcased in the manga, like it's straight-up undeniably abusive but some people were kinda ignoring that last part, so they got hit hard by what was shown in the leaks today.

A while back, Ness' backstory was revealed where it was shown how he met Kaiser (one thing to note is that this was Ness' POV). Kaiser chooses Ness to play with him since he thinks everyone else seems bad but Ness has potential. Later on in the flashback, it seemed that they used to have a normal friendship at least from Ness' POV.

Last chapter, it was revealed that Kaiser's father was abusing him as a child and the fandom felt bad for him. While it wasn't taken as an excuse as to why he abuses Ness, it is an explanation as to where his abusive mannerisms come from. I personally assumed that Kaiser's friendship with Ness had soured at some point and he became abusive towards him because cycle of abuse shenanigans etc... The general agreement in the fandom was that they at least had a genuine normal friendship at some point.

In the new leaks, plot twist, Kaiser was just using Ness all along and nothing seems to indicate he ever even viewed Ness as a friend. It turns out Kaiser only feels good by hurting others (never got love as a child so he can't accept kindness, that kinda deal) and he even studied psychology so he could manipulate someone into being his dog.

The same flashback from Ness' backstory is shown but from Kaiser's POV where we learn he chose Ness because he seemed easy to manipulate in addition to being good at football.

It paints the previous flashbacks showing them as friends in a whole new light when you know Kaiser thought of him as a dog and "opened up" to him to manipulate him (one thing to note is that Kaiser never actually said much about his past to Ness as in hindsight it was about as general as a horoscope...). It pretty much turned all the evidence of Kaiser once seeing Ness as a friend into evidence that Kaiser was manipulating Ness all along.

From what I've seen, this twist upset some Ness fans who were hoping that Kaiser and Ness would go back to being friends. Some Kaiser fans were upset that he turned out to undeniably be an abuser (tbh this one confuses me since he's been shown to be an abuser for a long while).

Personally, I loved the twist, I didn't expect it since this is a shounen manga, but it really makes sense looking back and explains so much. I love these manipulative characters, I've really been enjoying Hannibal lately cuz of that, but damn, I didn't expect my silly football manga to go this direction. This is the the good type of plot twist, everything is painted in a new light and I'm eating it all up.

TL;DR: Kaiser was just using Ness as his dog all along. Some fans upset abuser turns out to be an abuser. Kaiser being manipulative is a good plot twist.

[plasticsadstick]

Inspired by my friend @poisonkkay sharing their references (which are LEAGUES above mine, and also their knowledge of the Cyberpunk universe is unmatched, go follow them) for their cyberpunk character, here I am with a simple reference for mine :) Allow me to introduce you to my character, the Medtech Harlow Lockhart. She was born in a Corporate family, and spent most of her childhood in the UK, where she wasn't exposed to much of the world and was pretty much groomed to be the perfect heiress. She always longed for a purpose, and after moving to Night City in her early teens she started to realise that her true calling was to help people rather than withering away in an office and dealing with questionable characters. She met J (Kay's boy!!!!) and the two began what was supposed to be a lifelong friendship (sadly us players and the DM had other plans, oops). She started to study at Night City University, but dropped out after her meeting with a Ripperdoc, who became her mentor. Disowned by her folks, she considered Doc and J (even though they saw each other not as frequently) her only family until she and her mentor had a catastrophic falling out, which led to her accepting a job at MAR-S (a task force dedicated to the elimination of Cyberpsychos), with her best friend. Long story short, she kills more people than she heals (including Hatsune Miku), slices the brain of one of her colleagues and becomes team leader. Luckily the gang dissolves after one last mission, after which she sells MAR-S to one Mrs Sanderson, has a nervous breakdown and hopes to just do her thing and disappear into oblivion.

[longwombraider]

Here's an ask I meant to send some time ago! Why'd you decide to stick Johan into molecular pathology/cytopathology? I'm curious

omg I'm so honoured for the ask!! TYSM ^^!!

TO BE HONEST I forgot ab haematology until I read your post (oops) and I love how it pays tribute to his speciality in vampires lol !! it's such a good choice :3

I decided to stick with cytopathology bc I'm benching on the fact he's a prodigy lol and is a crazy good academic scholar

Pathology in general is a very specialised but in depth and broad field (I wanted to be a pathologist myself until I researched how long it took to be one lol + how smart and dedicated you have to be) and I think it suits Johan a lot ! Being able to study something so niche and specialised in great detail and excel in it seems like Johan's thing, even if he could perform just as well in other fields (neuroscience would intrigue him imo)

I also think cytopathology in general would fit him bc I hc that he became a vampire specialist for his sister's sake, and cytopathology can both let him research a ton while also helping his sister. And while haematology is specialised in blood, cytopathology is a little more broad and allows him more freedom to experiment/research, while also restricted to a speciality in cells

All in all, both haematology and cytopathology seem like great choices that fit his character a lot!! Tbh I don't have many reasons except it just feels right lol so I'm sorry if my ramblings seem to be talking about nothing🤣 having Johan specialise in either blood or cells are awesome lol and doesn't help his creepiness (which I think is a welcome bonus to him)

Thanks for the ask again!!! I hope it answered your qn :3 I love talking ab Johannes AAFFSFSFS 🙏🙏🩷🩷

[nostalgiaclown]

So the issue with creating my Rook/Veilguard OCs so ahead of release time is the backstories they have given us are very specific... I have already deluded enough to craft my own possible backstories- so now they will be reworked into AUs, anyway, here's Holly Monett 🦋✨️

Lore dump below...🦋🫶

She's an alchemist, in her late 30s, who was born in Orlais.

Black hair and bright blue eyes (she has her mothers eyes), prominent dark circles. Olive tone skin(?), lot's of beauty marks. Petite frame, short.

Blue moth/butterfly as her character motif. This theme will be prominent in her armour/outfit design.

Her mother (Edith Monet) was Orlesian, and her father (Marcus) Nevarran.

She moved back to Nevarra with her Papa when her Maman passed away from a rare terminal illness.

She learnt alchemy from her mom. She became highly skilled in her craft, able to cultivate and gather ingredients to make an aray of tonics, toxins, poisons, and explosives. She continued her mothers work (trying to make a cure for the same sickness that took her life, yaay), so that she lives on in their hearts and memories. (Poor Papa was not okay tm).

She's a Rogue(?) Mainly using deadly poison coated daggers and throw this vial at the enemy and see what happens style.

Holly never fully processed her grief, too focused on making sure her Papa was okay.

Holly has unrealistic expectations for what love should feel like. She's never felt it before (she came close once), not in the way her father describes it. (Girl, watch out that old man gonna make you feel so loved)

She ended up (kind of) joining the Mourn Watch after she sent a letter in, requesting to join on one of the excursions deep into the Necropolis, particularly interested in the flora and fauna she would be able to acquire and study down there (idk man I've not looked into any lore accuracies yet, I'm just having fun).

Emmrich took an interest in her work, passion clearly coming through in her writing, and agreed to let her come along despite his peers' protests. They made for quick friends, the chemistry between them apparent. (You know when u meet ur soulmate, yeah)

She then stayed within the Necropolis after that and helped with the preservation and organisation of the dead.

She would then occasionally be assigned to other expeditions with him, both finding different excuses to see each other while working within the Necropolis. (TeeHee)

Fun bits:

She has a stuffed rabbit simply called 'petit lapin' she has trouble sleeping without.

She likes to climb up high on things, like a cat, then she can't get down.

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So, this is my little world where my 'canon' Rook is going to be her Cousin, Robert - he would be the one to drag her along into staying at the lighthouse, aiding them with her tonics and the like.

I'll no doubt switch it up when the game comes out but, I always end up making NPC OCs rather than main characters, oops.

I'll make more posts talking more abt Holly's parents and her Cousin.

Oh and... Claude Delecroix, he's fun 💕

[thistlecatfics]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ��

oooh thank you <3 <3 <3

put these together and then... oops there's a theme for all my favorite fics. (It's incest and dub-con and non-con and substance abuse and not quite fully ever recovering from trauma.)

Nymphadora, Nymphet (Bellatrix/Tonks, 20k) (cw: incest, teacher/student, grooming, non-con)

Dear Nymphadora, I’ve been informed of a temporary Defence professor this year, and you may have gathered she is (was) my sister. Be careful. If she attempts to harm you in any way, report straight to Professor Sprout. We shall talk more at Christmas; it may be time for you to learn more about my side of the family. Please watch your Potions work – I know you can do better than last year. -Mum

I didn't write this fic specifically to include as many content warnings as possible, but with Bellatrix you just sort of end up there. I read My Dark Vanessa and immediately knew I wanted to write a fic inspired by it - though it took me a while to find the right moment. Bellatrix herself is just so captivating. I think as a reader you can see exactly what's happening and still have a part of yourself fall for her just as Tonks does.

Icarus Parvati/Millicent/Pansy) (cw: addiction, suicidal ideation)

A year after the war, Parvati runs into Pansy and Millicent at a club in Ibiza and finds herself embedded in their debauchery. None of it’s healthy, and it works until it doesn’t.

Ahhh this fic. My beloved. I invented a ship tag for it so I know why it sits at less than 700 hits BUT this fic and three women have my heart in such a chokehold. I can't let myself start rereading this fic because every time I do have to finish it. In terms of quality to kudos, I definitely think this is my most underrated fic.

Waxing Gibbous, October 1981 (Remus/Fenrir, Remus/Sirius, 6k) (cw: non-con, canon compliant first war miscommunication)

Remus cuts his soul open for monsters.

I started this fic after a week of particularly emotionally challenging sessions with clients where so many people were processing what it meant to intentionally return to a person who abused them -- and then took a break for over a year because it hit too intensely. Thank you to various cheerleaders for keeping me going. I'm a sucker for canon compliant first war angst between Sirius and Remus and may I say that I have delivered.

Alphard's Favourite (Sirius/Peter, past Sirius/Alphard, 6k) (cw: past CSA, incest)

Peter tries to find out why Sirius is so upset over Alphard’s inheritance. Then he tries to make sure Sirius doesn’t fall off the roof. Then he tries to ensure Remus doesn’t hear them.

This fic contains the greatest ending line I've ever written. You should read it just for that. You should also read it because with no other fic have the two characters taken over the plot so intensely. I wrote it as a mediation on different ways people messily recover from incest/CSA but then Peter and Sirius insisted on having sex so that's what happened.

Duty (Regulus/Sirius, 2k) (cw: suicide, incest)

Regulus knew what a duty was.

I wrote this fic on the train to see my parents as a way to process my own childhood. I thought it would be difficult to turn it into a fic but then it became a Regulus character study with only a few edits so even though it feels almost too personal to be a fic, but it works as a canon compliant Regulus story. It's 2k words, but it'll hit like an epic I promise :)

[pawseds]

I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?

(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)

While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.

With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?

To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.

And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.

It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)

I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.

Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!

I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!

Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!

Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!

(bonus POV editing)

[faybellesbeauty]

Top ships + hcs?

for my top ships?? Briar/Faybelle, Blondie/Cupid, Kitty/Cerise and basically any other sapphic ship lol (also middle school Briar/Ashlynn, might elaborate on that at some point)

top hcs is gonna be a tough one… i have a folder with 889 eah headcanons oops (i’ll do separate posts for each character / ship soon me thinks)

but heres a couple of my favourite general eah school ones!!

• All of the students have a massive playlist that anyone can add songs to and they listen to it 247. Some teachers even allow it to be background noise in class. It was originally made because they knew they would have to split up eventually due to their destinies.

• Apple and Darling were the first nmlnm couple to come out publicly, and after them everyone else finally got the confidence as well. It was a mass coming out so bad Blondie’s blog crashed completely with the amount of shocked students.

• The wonderlandians have always been kind of ”outcasts” in the eyes of everyone else. It was a huge deal when Raven became friends with Maddie and so on until their friend groups merged together.

• Wonderlandians are theatre / art kids. Argue with a wall.

• They regularly have playdates with the dragons even when they grow up.

• There’s a secret room somewhere that only the students know about, and it’s made for calming down. The reason teacher’s haven’t found out about it is because there’s a carefully planned system for it. Any student can go there almost at any time of the day and they can paint, listen to music, study, gossip, sleep or whatever helps them relax.

• Sometimes they cause drama to distract teachers so they can have their own parties, meetings and to live teenage life in general. Teachers? They always fall for it.

• At some point Apple felt bad for always messing with the teachers so they also have a staff appreciation day every once in a while. The teachers have no idea why it happens so randomly and why everyone is suddenly trying their best.

aandd thats it for my favourites. there’s a million of these as well, but i need to rewatch the series for more accurate / specific ones (it’s been well over a year since i’ve actually watched it)