#though. you either already knew or could probably guess 😭

[wuntrum]

happy blurryface summer for the 10th summer in a row

[jazzyoranges]

Recognizeable

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Summary: based on this ask!

Words: 1.4k

A/n: this kinda doesn’t have a plot 😭 whoopsies

Warnings: blood, wounds, i swear it’s not angsty R just takes a small tumble lol

“Did it hurt?”

“What, when I fell from heaven?” You crack a smile at your very hilarious joke, but Wednesday does her version of a huff and an eye-roll

“Apologies, I should have elaborated better.” You wince a little in pain as Wednesday disinfects the open wound on your knee and the smaller cuts around your body

The Addams girl was taking Thing and her pet bird, aka you, for a walk outside Nevermore in the forest that surrounded the academy as she watched you loop around in circles. She’d assume you were training for some competition if she didn’t know your personality enough, but Wednesday ultimately came to the conclusion you just had the bird equivalent of zoomies

You squawked at other birds as you passed them by in their trees, and Wednesday made a mental note to ask you if you could actually talk and understand them. Her hypothesis was that you couldn’t and you were just making animal noises for your own amusement

Either her hypothesis was true and you had no idea what you said, or you knowingly called a bird a slur. The previous was probably true due to the horrified expression on your face as a murder of crows you were “talking” to started chasing you down. You must’ve squawked something real bad for all of them to come after you.

You miss the smirk Wednesday has on her face.

The crows must’ve overwhelmed you pretty bad, because next thing she knew you were hitting every single branch of a tree in human form. Was that intentional? She’d have to ask you about it later. After she made sure you weren’t dead, of course

Wednesday arrived just in time for you to almost slam straight into her head, but a simple side step caused you to eat shit instead. There was a very noticeable and loud thump when your head hit a tree root. Wednesday would’ve been more concerned if you didn’t immediately curl into the fetal position, mumbling about how you’d take a nap right then and there

Either shapeshifters were gods, or you just had a really fucking thick skull. Wednesday internally smiled at the thought.

The Addams girl was well aware of the smelling salts in her backpack for times like these, but she looked at Thing for what he wanted to do to get you up. You could wait… probably.

After some inspection, Thing decided it was best to call Enid to carry you back to their dorm. The wound on your knee would only make you limp and cause more pain.

Wednesday made sure to keep you alive, though. She poked you with a stick here and there and gave you reassurance, which she saw you smile at.

You were prone to accidents. Both of the Addams knew you were fine. Truly, it was just another Tuesday. Wake up, go to class, take girlfriend and Thing on a walk, you break a bone, it was all a part of the schedule

It wasn’t even a shapeshifter thing either, you just refused to die. Which the Addams was ultimately grateful for, but your ability to visit death like a close friend had Wednesday just a little jealous

A groan of pain from the back of your throat brings the shorter girl back to the present

“Why did you turn human in the middle of the sky?”

“Whenever I shift I have to really concentrate on it the entire time, so I guess those crows just really fucked me up and messed with my focus” You sigh

“Is it hard? To keep concentration, I mean.” Wednesday starts to wrap the bigger wound on your knee with a bandage wrap

“I’ve been doing it forever, so it’s kinda easy. Not when you’re getting jumped by crows, though…”

“Could you not just shift a pair of wings for yourself?”

“I was already focusing on having the thick skull of a ram.” You knock on your head for effect. “How do you think I haven’t died yet?”

Oh so it was a shapeshifter thing. She was right about your thick skull, though

“Perhaps you should tell Enid that,” Wednesday gets up from her kneeling position in front of you. “She almost fainted carrying you on the way here and I have reason to believe it isn’t because you’re heavy.”

“Maybe I should get her something as compensation…” You mumble to yourself as Wednesday helps you out of the bathroom, using her as a crutch so you can flop onto her bed

The Addams girl sits beside you, your face buried in her sheets. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence as Wednesday continues to stare at you, her mind coming up with endless questions about your abilities.

If concentration was a constant concern, was Wednesday not giving you not enough credit? To focus on multiple tasks at once, surely it was hard for someone as air-headed as you. But then again, you have been doing this for your entire life. Did your concentration come as easy as breathing? Was it so natural you barely noticed it?

And surely the process hurt, right? Your molecules were repositioning themselves to fit the look of an entirely different being. What was there a difference between you and Weems?

What were your limitations? Wednesday would like to test them. Maybe if she’d ask kindly enough you’d-

“Ask your questions, Wens” You mumble into her soft bedsheets, your voice snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts

“Pardon?”

“We’re girlfriends. You can read my mind as much as I can read yours”

“And your logical explanation for that, is..?”

“Girlfriend magic.” You hold up your hands while shaking them, and Wednesday immediately recognizes the jazz hands you had quite an addiction to

“Another day, it’s best you rest.”

This makes you turn your head to look at Wednesday, a smile threatening to take over your face

“I don’t understand why people don’t believe me when I say you’re the romantic one” You gush

“Unless you want me to bombard you with questions until morning rises, I’d suggest you stay quiet.”

“Yes ma’am” You pull down Wednesday on her bed, shoving your face into the shorter girls collar.

From that day forward Wednesday asks you one question a day about your abilities, and you make sure to answer them as best as you can. It was something Wednesday appreciated about you.

Answers would span from 15 minutes to almost 2 hours long. There were some days you had to pull out the whiteboard that was collecting dust in the bee shed, writing and drawing out key information

At first it was casual, it really was. But a month later it was almost like class with how the Addams had a book and a half filled with information about you. A class Wednesday could actually get behind.

She’s learned every shapeshifter is different. Some turn into people, some turn into animals, and others can turn into both. So the book and a half was really just information about you, which Wednesday wasn’t exactly opposed to

Meditation seemed to be a pretty big thing to you. Whenever Wednesday was writing, you’d be meditating. At first the Addams questioned if you were compatible being in a room with her loud typewriter, but you insisted the noise was necessary for you to tune out

Another thing Wednesday learned is that you couldn’t exceed four limbs. Which, you made sure to voice your opinion on. The dreams of being a four-legged and two-winged western dragon was impossible, so unfortunately you’d have to make your peace with being a wyvern instead

Small snores came from you curled around Wednesday under a tree as a tiger. She could only focus on how you always somehow resembled your human face

Turning to a new page of her journal, the Addams girl starts to sketch the face of your tiger next to the one of your lion. No matter what form you’d take, Wednesday would be able to recognize it.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Epiphany

18+ | 2,3k. words | Alexander Anderson x gn! Reader | not proofread

A/N: leave this man alone you horny heathens😭fucking same

Warnings: oral (male receiving), facial, porn without plot tbh

What a day...

While Father Anderson would never admit that certain aspects of his priesthood were rather bothersome, keeping the confessional was just not a task he was overly fond of.

Even if it wasn't for his thin patience and erratic temper, he was never cut out for listening to the sins of others without being able to punish them for it.

The Paladin moves his head from left to right, groaning at the cracking sound coming from his neck. He's already got backpain from having to crouch down to everyone's height at all times, and spending hours in this narrow box certainly wasn't helping his aging spine.

Noticing the time he thought about closing up and calling it a day, since usually no one visits this late...

...but then he hears the heavy door of the church being pushed open.

Someone makes his way towards the confessional with hasty steps, the almost palpable distraught in them waking his interest.

Let's see if you have something interesting to tell.

"Welcome, child" he greets you in a calm, inviting tone. "God loves you and is here to forgive you."

The voice came out slightly distorted due to a mechanism in the furniture, but you were too upset to recognize him either way. Actually you had looked up beforehand which priest was on duty - however unbeknownst to you, your beloved Paladin was covering up today's shift for his ill colleague.

Still jittery you hesistantly take a seat, shuffling around in the limited space. But you had finally worked up the courage to come here for guidance, so no matter what, you would pull through with it.

Even though it most likely doesn't make those feelings going away, voicing them to an uninvolved would at least partially lift that suffocating metaphorical weight from your chest.

Since you don't begin he initiates, patiently nonetheless. "So tell me, what brings you here today?"

There's a long pause between his question and your answer, struggling with your words even though you've rehearsed them countless times.

"I've been..." you fumble nervously with your hands in your lap, "...harboring improper feelings for a fellow member of the church."

Anderson almost choked on air as soon as he realized who exactly was confiding in him right now. For anonymity your voice came across a bit changed as well, yet the way you expressed yourself so unmistakeable you that the pecularity of the situation left him in utter shock.

Should he reveal that it's him before you say more? Knowing it would probably make you uncomfortable, since the two of you are rather close acquaintaced.

Let alone the fact that due some internal battles, he couldn't possibly stay neutral about this matter anyways...

...no. It had started already, and he wants to be there for you. Also, he's very curious what - and especially who - this was about.

He shakes off those irrational thoughts, folding his arms across his broad chest as he leans back on the small stool. "Continue, lamb. What feelings exactly?"

You bite your tongue. "Romantic ones, I guess. I think this is what love must be like. I-I've never felt like this before." At this point those long suppressed words pour out on their own like an unstoppable river. "He is kind, strong, intelligent...and wildly passionate." Putting a hand over your heart, you sigh dreamily. "I guess my admiration turned into something more profound over time, but lately I started having...improper thoughts about this man."

At this point Anderson was practically seething with hurt and rage, his heart feeling like it's been impaled with every single second of having to listen to your gushing for this stranger.

His own infatuation with you had been a constant torment in sleep and waking hours, though he knew he could never offer you a normal life that you more than deserved. So he bruied those feelings deep inside of himself, only to break free even stronger now that he learned you found someone else, someone better.

Wasn't that what he hoped, prayed for you?

In the end, he was a professional, keeping up the stoic act perfectly - at least on the outside. He merely raises an eyebrow as he nods to himself, voice not wavering in the slightest as he indifferently recites a standard lecture, attempting to detatch himself and be happy for your sake. "We're all human, struggling with temptation is part of our existence. None of us is free of sin, but we must never act upon them."

He bites back the selfish urge to talk you out of it, to somehow twist faith and logic so that you'd give up on pursuing this man. The thing is he just doesn't get the problem in the first place. You're not a nun or similar, so what was this all about?

"...but I have to admit I cannot yet see where this goes against god, my dear. Love is one of the greatest gifts from our Lord, after all. Do you mind to elaborate?"

Tears dwell in your eyes, the lump forming in your throat making it hard to continue. "It's just...I love him very dearly, but we cannot ever be together. It's tearing me apart, Father. I don't know what to do."

"And why is that? Is the man not available?" He was still blissfully unaware what you were on about. You don't seem like the type of person to go after married men.

A strangled sob escapes your throat, hoping the priest takes his oath of confidentially serious. "He never was" you joke bitterly, "He has taken on the vows of a priest, just like you."

Anderson's breath catched in his throat, hands trembling in a mixture of dread and naive hope. "If you allow me asking" he almost whines, "who is it we're talking about?"

You were slightly taking aback by the blunt inquirement, but didn't mind at all. Can't get any worse than this - if anything you were doting on Alexander for so long already, it baffled you that no one connected the dots until now.

"...please, I beg of you, never tell anyone...it's Father Anderson."

Something inside of him snapped that very moment your words drang to his ears.

The Priest falls silent for a while and the more time passes without any response, the worse your panic grows.

"Please..." you plead again, emphasizing every word. "He will never find out. Our friendship is too important for me to ever risk it."

"...and...what kind of thoughts do you have about him, exactly?"

For him to ask something like that out of the blue...but you were aware that your sins cannot fully be forgiven if you don't spill the whole truth.

Whatever helps you rid this guilt from your conscience, you guess.

"Umm...nothing too indecent..." You nervously pick on your clothes, stumbling across every syllable. "Mostly, I just...I want to be near him, but sometimes...my mind wanders elsewhere...I-I wonder what his lips would feel on mine, and I...want to feel his hands on my body, I guess. And to- you know..." Saying this stuff aloud was embarrassing, especially to a man of faith.

Why was he even making you do this?

Anderson listened carefully as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, but soon couldn't bear hearing those little gasps of yours anymore without wanting more more more.

"I-Is everything okay, Father?" He made some rather weird noises there, even his breaths sounded strained. "It's nothing, just...just continue..."

The Paladin bites his hand to keep himself from moaning, his other fiercely stroking his aching cock as he listens to your fantasies, having harbored similar ones - if not worse.

Your volume is barely above a whisper now, voice cracking. "I just wish to give myself to him fully, but I could never forgive myself to make a devout man like him stray away from the right path." Laughing at your own foolishness, you add "Not that he'd ever reciprocate anyways."

"Oh, you'd be surprised..."

Suddenly you hear the man in the cabin next to you jolt on his feet, practically tearing off the door separating the two of you.

Seeing Anderson here was nothing short of a nightmare, shock making the reality of your situation only gradually dawn on you.

"You- you weren't supposed to be here today!" you blurt out almost yelling, but he merely grins in a lust-induced haze. "God works in mysterious ways, my dear..."

The Priest is towering over you, face flushed and stern, looking slightly disheveled. Finally your gaze wanders down to the obvious hard-on he's squeezing in his fist, already leaking precum. Due to his height it's conveniently right in front of your face, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to not immediately take advantage of this fact.

This can't be. No way. It must be a dream.

You were overwhelmed, confused, mind racing through thousand things at once. Not knowing how to react you want to avert your eyes from the sin happening right in front of you, but Anderson softly takes ahold of your chin, forcing you to keep looking.

"Oh, you sweet little temptress..." he murmurs heavily, desperately. "You want penance, right?" His cock twitches in anticipation of the idea popping up in his mind, "Earn it, then..."

"Alexander, I-"

"Father" he corrects you with a wolfish smile, the more predatory part of his personality coming through now that his desire was out of control. "Far too late to play coy now, don't you think?"

"It's not like I don't want to, I just...never did this before."

"Neither have I" he encourages you, voice firm yet balmy. He lets his thumb run over your mesmerizing soft lips, slowly leading your face towards the prize you had wanted so dearly, didn't you?

You lick your lips observing him, that small gesture alone making him shudder. He felt so vulnerable like this, presenting himself so bare and needy and downright filthy.

Unsure how to begin, your fingertips tentatively caress his shaft, earning a whimmer he was absolutely ashamed to make. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his hips were bucking oh so very urgently against the skin of your palm, leading the pace.

Eager to learn you boldly let your tongue swirl around his head, briefly sliding across the slid and you could've sworn he gripped the frame of the confessional so hardly that the frame almost scattered.

Closing your eyes you place a tender kiss on the tip before leading it to your mouth, continuing to stroke him at the same time. "N-No..." he wrings out, one hand praisingly on your head. "Don't look away, lamb."

You gaze up at him through still teary lashes and he lets out a shaky breath. "Beautiful, so beautiful...you're divine."

Pushing himself between your slightly part lips, a glurrotal sound escaped his own. The feeling of his cock is foreign and heavy on your tongue, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as you try to adjust.

He notices how you press your thighs together, the friction an insufficient attempt at release. But as much as it pained him to see, he cant bring himself to taint you more than he already allows himself to...yet. "Poor thing...how often did you think about doing this?" You make a small sound of protest yet wont stop bobbing up and down on his erection, and he chuckles darkly at the endearing sight.

Wanting to tease him you apply more sucktion, cheeks going hollow as your pace sped up. "Bloody hell.." Your hands slide under his cassock, the foreign touch being too much to bear. "Tha-at's it, you're good, so good for me..."

His hands are restless, caressing anywhere he can reach; your hair, neck, squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly. You moan, the vibration of your throat against his cock making his head fall back in ecstasy.

It really felt like god has made you just for him.

He grabs a handful of your hair and guides your movements, basically thrusting in your mouth now. Your hands press against his lends so he wouldn't push too deeply if he gets carried away, the feeling of your fingernails digging into the flesh only adding to his pleasure.

Anderson is reduced to a puddle of lust by now, a moaning and trembling mess. He's unable to form coherent words, groaning pleas and curses alike as he finds himself completely at your mercy.

You feel him twitch inside of you before he suddenly pulls out of your aching jaw, grabbing it fiercely before giving it a few more strokes. He holds you in place with his other hand, your name dropping from his lips as he shamelessly covers you with his liquid sin.

His mind is still clouded by the aftershocks of his orgasm, wordlessly staring at the mess he's made on your body. He gasps slightly as you lick his essence from your plush lips, beaming up at him like you had just been blessed.

The Priest utters a quiet prayer as he observes you for a moment longer, a fascinated gleam in his eyes, like he wanted to imprint every detail of this image in his mind.

He quickly stuffs himself back into his pants, hands making the sign of the cross over you before letting it run through his hair. Adjusting his glasses, he lends you a handkerchief out of his pocket and speaks as if nothing happened.

"Your sins are forgiven, lamb" he declares huskily, clearing his throat with an almost innocent smile, before leaning in to place a chaste kiss at your temple. His breath is hot on your ear, lingering in the crook of your neck to dwell in your touch and scent just for a bit longer.

"Go in peace" the Priest then orders, voice dropping an octave deeper as he adds "...but feel free to come back to me, shall you struggle with that...temptation again."

[angsthology]

“when you said you were seeing someone i was kind of hoping a therapist” — or an alt title: roo sees things others can’t

theres been this uneasy feeling she feels on the back of her neck...

a/n fun fact i was possessed once as a kid. but anyway this came to me when i was reading the gamer episode of vr!!! so thank u noelle. but anyway let me explain this one: where im from the places here are kinda... "spooky" i guess and there are some people who can see otherworldly creatures and idk i just feel like bringing these in cause i thought it would be fun!

warnings; kinda creepy tbh i wrote this and imagined it a couple of times and scared myself (cause ik damn well it can happen to me 😭), this writing is kinda all over the place so uhh sorry

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

alex had initially been unfazed by the girl beside him, having a hard battle against her drooping eyes. he definitely understood where it’s coming from. this meeting was so boring. plus, roo wasn’t a big fan of listening to words that came out of the mouth of men anyway so there’s no surprise there.

it was only then after several more head drops she seemed like she was more awake, her eyes quietly and cautiously scanned the room from every top corner to behind them.

he brushed it off as nothing, probably just gathering reality after her on and off nap.

after that it was smooth sailing and more... listening.

only, he sort of noticed how her eyes barely looked up from her lap but he fully knew that she was awake now. still, he thought, maybe she was just tired still so he didn’t bother bothering her.

when the excruciating life sentence had finally stopped, the entire room stood up and either made their way to each other or simply leave.

alex had a brief conversation with charles who sat on the right row behind him, he then went to speak to his friend that was just one second ago still sat silently beside him only to turn around to find an empty seat.

he then looked around the room to see if she had went to talk to someone only to find her lack of presence in the room.

weird. she always did like to mingle.

again, he shrugged it off, maybe she just went to take a nap elsewhere.

the next time they had a meeting in the same room, the alfa romeo driver had arrived with george russell by her side. they barely said anything and arrived in silence. well, that wasn’t true. the girl had arrived in silence, george was greeting everyone happily.

when they arrived, george occupied himself in a conversation with alex. when he looked to his right he found the spot empty where the woman once stood in. he then looked around to find her already sitting silently besides her teammate.

she had been fine this morning when she met up with george until they were called into the meeting that’s when her energy seemed to have shifted. george simply thought she just dreaded the meeting itself—as per usual, like any other meeting she didn’t like so it seemed pretty normal to the brit.

though, she was uncharacteristically quiet. like, she wasn’t exactly someone with a big dictionary on the daily but she was still as annoying as a twenty-something-year-old could be.

she had kept her head down during the entire duration of the meeting, only ‘listening’ to whatever there was to be said. every once in a while she could be seen looking up cautiously from her lap, though her eyes only seemed to be looking at repetitive spots.

after the meeting was finally over again, she was gone before anyone could reach her.

weird.

another day, another meeting everyone dreaded. seems like that’s all the agenda was the last couple of days.

but no one dreaded it more than the woman in metallic black.

she was currently walking along with zhou (who was now caught up with all the information). she was uncomfortable, she hoped that today she’s gone—that it was gone. she had been keeping her head down to avoid it but over the days she could feel her creeping in closer and closer to her.

roo was so close to entering the room until she felt the hair on her neck stood up in alert and she knew she couldn’t. she was so close to escaping today’s meeting but just her luck.

lando had seen her and she knew it was too late when he had beckoned her over.

she—like she has been the last few days—entered the room cautiously, not looking up to that spot for her own sake.

“hey, man.” the brit greeted, patting her back.

she tried to greet them all back in the same manner but her uneasiness were overpowering her social skills and she couldn’t find the power in herself to say anything coherent.

the rest of the men looked at each other in question giving the other only a shrug. they were about to ask when they were cut off by the meeting starting.

and, surprise surprise, roo had already disappeared again from their side.

she now sat on the far left just next to the opening isle where they could walk through.

the three british men didn’t waste time to occupy look at the other for confirmation and the empty seats beside her. usually that would’ve pulled a reaction from her, a comment along the lines of ‘everybody wants to get with roo’ but when she stayed quiet head down that really piqued their interest.

throughout the entire meeting she was still very quiet which wasn’t something out of the blue but something that was, is the heavy breathing coming out of her mouth. at first it was nothing but the more and more time passes it got heavier and louder. lando, who sat next to her had heard the entire buildup causing him to worry for his fellow driver. he nudged her with his arm to which she flinched at.

“hey, you alr—” before he could finish she was already jumping off her seat and mumbling a small ‘excuse me’ as she sped-walked in front of them, circling her way out of the row and exiting the room.

a moment later, her teammate excuses himself out of the room leaving the three british men to give each other a look.

after they were all dismissed, the three had made it their mission to find the alfa romeo driver(s). everyone knew how random roo’s (behavioral) pattern is, but even they knew that was weird and out of the blue.

but somehow, it was not really a big surprise when they saw her walking along the paddock with fernando, smiling as if nothing had happened.

when she saw them, her smile grew and she waved at them happily as they went and approached her.

“hey, how was the meeting?”

“fine. —are you alright?” lando didn’t bother to hover around the topic.

she shrugged, “yeah, just, things, y’know.”

george furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and quite frankly, taken aback, “what things?” he asks, his tone almost sound accusing.

she sighs, slumping her shoulder a bit, “it’s stupid.” she states.

“if it made you bolt out of the room like that, not really.”

she rolls her eyes, “i kinda… have been seeing a woman.”

they were so taken aback the three furrowed their brows in sync, only making her realize the mistake in her words.

she shook her head as if to refresh her thoughts, “let me rewind—i uh, i can… see spirits.”

still—hell, probably more—confused, their response to her words were tilting their heads like a puppy dog (though george and lando had a sort of shift into a more judgy look).

she clicks her tongue, “every time i look up in that room i see this woman with long hair—hair that covered her entire face down to her chest. and– the first time ‘round i thought that was it and that when i come back the next time she’d be gone. but… i guess it seemed like she got closer every time i come back. and today– today she went to the point where she was near my face and i guess… i guess i was finally feeling her presence getting too close instead of just seeing.”

when she finished talking, the three drivers in front of her stayed silent and she almost regret saying anything. she felt really stupid despite how real it was for her. she turned to whine to nando next to her when one of the three brits finally spoke up.

“that’s awesome!” exclaimed alex.

roo, still standing facing in fernando’s direction, only side-eyed him—judgy and  confused, right on-brand.

“…i was terrified.” she somehow thought she needed to clarify.

“no, yeah, sorry you had to go through that, whatever—you can see ghosts!” alex re-states excitedly.

the older man out of the four of them couldn’t help but be amused by the entire conversation. he put both his hands on each of the girl’s shoulders and laughed lightly, shaking her a little in the process, “good luck, niña.”

“man, i don’t need luck. i need new friends.”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra sorry for this mess 😭😭

[ryuichirou]

A bunch of TWST hcs

Guess what! A bunch of headcanons!

Since we have a lot of asks about them, and I can’t quite write long lists for some of these asks, I figured I’d group them in one post.

Some of those are pretty old, so I’m very sorry for the wait!

Today we talk about twst boys’ reaction to Trey’s “not a virgin” sign, about twst boys getting becoming soft older men, crying fetish, foot fetish and uhh abortion (not a lot though).

thestarlightfae asked:

What are the twst boy's reactions to Trey's new accessory? How red does Riddle turn? ...Did he already know?

Good question!

It partially depends on whether Trey was lucky enough to lose his virginity with Riddle or not… both options are good, and I can’t pick one 😭 But in both of these cases Riddle would get super red, either because he now feels like everyone knows that they had sex (even though the sign doesn’t specify who was Trey’s first), or because he is shocked to learn that Trey’s already had sex with someone. It feels too weird to think about it, to even imagine it, so Riddle might end up coping by thinking that there is no indication that the sign is telling the truth about Trey. Yes, that thought will make him feel much better… still kind of warm inside though because he can’t stop thinking of Trey as a sexual being now lol

Cater is the type to say “no waaay, Trey you betrayed us virgins”, as if he is himself a virgin. He isn’t. He is a hypocrite lol

Savanaclaw boys wouldn’t care much, but Jack would get secondhand embarrassment for some reason while looking at Trey’s sign. Maybe he’ll even get angry: he doesn’t need to know who fucks in this school!

Octavinelle wouldn’t care much, but Azul would tell the tweels to investigate just in case. Actually, Jade and Floyd might tease Trey about it the next time they get to interact, but nothing much, just dropping a couple of subtle jokes about Trey being sexually experienced. Poor Trey.

Kalim and Jamil… really wouldn’t care at all, would they? 🤔 Jamil would probably get annoyed by everyone making  such a big deal out of it, but it’s NRC, they always make a big deal out of things like this.

Rook 100% knew about it. Even if Trey didn’t tell him, it’s not like he could keep any secrets from Rook-the-attentive-friend. He would still react obnoxiously and somehow make the situation worse by trying to be supportive about it lol

Vil’s reaction would probably be a “huh”. It’s not super surprising, it really makes sense, but… I guess he just haven’t thought about it like that before. He is mildly curious about the details, and he knows Rook 100% knows the tea, so he might ask him later.

Epel is just upset that someone is having sex and it’s not him… he knows it’s kind of stupid to get upset over it but…

Idia wouldn’t be surprised but he would rant about how typical it is for a nice, looking “plain and nerdy” guy to be someone who fucks, and that people like Trey are falsely considered nerdy and goofy, and that in actuality a lot of people pick people like Trey as their hasbandos, so why are we even talking about him fucking: of course he fucks, look at him, it’s been obvious for ages now.

Ortho doesn’t really care, but he is very intrigued by Idia’s reaction…

Diasomnia boys wouldn’t care much either, but Lilia would absolutely torment Trey about it at some point, he is his classmate, after all.  Plus, he loves teasing the youth about those things~ And he is all about gossip, so he wants to know the tea!! He should ask Vil after Rook tells him about it lol

Anonymous asked:

All the guys are pretty fit (or malnourished in Idia's case), but do you think any of them will start to put on some extra pounds as they grow older? Idk I just like soft older men

Very good question, Anon!

The first thought that both Katsu and I had was Trey lol I guess he is destined to become a little chubbier over the years. Both of his parents are slim, but Trey himself has this “soft older man” vibe, plus he is likely to become less active as he gets older, plus his access to bakery...

Riddle, but only if he stays with Trey. He’d live a much more chill life than he does now, filled with warmth, indulgence and baked goods…

I doubt that it will happen, but I also want Ruggie to become a bit on a chubbier side. He’s even more malnourished than Idia right now :( Let him eat a lot!!

I am very tempted to say that Azul would become chubbier because we love unhinged chubby boss types of characters (I know very specific), but since Azul is probably prone to gaining weight, he would probably stay overly attentive to his diet and exercise and stay slim :(

Kalim will start gaining weight when he becomes a grandpa, and it might happen pretty suddenly. One day he is Kalim, and then after a certain point suddenly he is Sultan lol

Epel might gain a little bit of weight once he settles down in Harveston… I know I’m saying it just because of his meemaw, and she is an old lady, but somehow it makes sense in my head.

Who else… I am also tempted to say Sebek because he reminds us of Diedrich from Kuroshitsuji lol I don’t know what needs to happen for Sebek to become chubbier but that would be wonderful.

Anonymous asked:

Who from the twst boys has a crying kink? You know, they like to see their lover cry? (I’m pretty sure they have crying videos for this purpose.)

VERY GOOD QUESTION, ANON. VERY GOOD KINK.

I am that twst boy I think a lot of them do, actually, or at least this is one of the scenarios I could picture for a lot of boys… But I’ll mention those who come to mind the most when thinking about this fetish.

Ace – not necessarily a kink, but he does get the tingles when Deuce starts crying because of how he is enjoying sex. So kind of? But maybe it’s because he starts kind of panicking on another setting, like he is supposed to comfort a person because he took things too far (let’s be honest he’s out there making people cry with his comments).

Trey – one of his darker kinks he is deeply ashamed of. He can’t help it – he feels physical arousal whenever he sees someone cry, especially if they are choking with tears and can’t talk. He is always the first to comfort the crying person because he can’t let the crying continue – it’s going to drive him insane. But sometimes he just wants to shove his dick in the mouth of a person that can’t breathe through nose anymore because they’ve been crying so hard it’s all stuffy now.

Cater – I can’t explain it and have no proof, but I know for a fact that this guy has some weird special photo collections on his phone, and it might as well be this. It is not as intense as Trey’s situation, and probably started just as a mild interest, but somehow he took things too far… not like he practices it irl, but…

Octa-trio – yes all three of them. They could show each other a picture of someone crying and all of them will get way too excited about it. Whenever Jade and Floyd bully, I mean, collect stuff from Azul’s debtors, they are very encouraged to take photos and videos of the entire thing. Also, all three of them really love licking tears off someone else’s face… is that a merpeople thing?

Rook – he is into all kinds of emotions, and crying is one of the most precious one of them. He also has a big collection of pictures… not a lot of videos, unfortunately, but he probably stares at the crying pictures most often out of the entire cast. He loves all kinds of crying: devastated, joyous, ecstatic, and he especially really loves the sounds of it and the way the eyelashes look when they’re wet… He is very proud to be one of the few people who’s seen Vil cry. Vil isn’t proud of it though, because whenever he feels like crying he knows that it’s going to make Rook fucking horny.

Ortho – I guess he is in Rook’s squad of “I am into anything” lol Because he is interested. At some point he started recording people crying… because he was fascinated by it, since he himself can’t cry. But then he got very into causing someone to cry. His digital heart usually bleeds with Idia cries, but at the same time, when he does it not because of bad memories, but because of deep and devastating embarrassment… Ortho loves it!! And Ortho will continue to cause situations like this when Idia expects it the least~

Lilia – he loves it a lot. His preferred way to make his partner cry is overstimulation, but he also really loves the thrill of emotionally tormenting and teasing the boy to the point that he is just sobbing all helpless, confused about the situation and his own feelings.

Malleus – not in a sadistic way, I just think he loves it when his lover is so overwhelmed with his feelings that he can’t help but weep pathetically while fucking him. It’s not like it happened or anything, but… theoretically…. You know, just playing with the idea… maybe when it actually happens, Malleus won’t like it…

Crewel – come on I had to mention him. When he makes his students cry, he feels such joy. Not only in a sexual way, but in a sadistic way in general… but also, in a sexual way. Tears is one of his favourite body fluids and it’s an absolute must for him when he is fucking someone. He could make anyone cry, verbally or physically.

Anonymous asked:

I couldn't find anything about it. Foot fetish hcs? *sits in horny corner*

Hi, horny foot fetish Anon!

This is a fetish we aren’t super into (I did draw it before though now that I think about it lol not with twst though…), but out of the cast I can think about a bunch of guys that would be into it. 🤔 Let me share my thoughts. 🤔

Ace – a liiiiiittle bit, but his is mostly just heel fetish he is in denial about. Would be super embarrassing to admit that he likes the sound of his housewarden walking. But also, I kind of want Ace to have a fetish he is super embarrassed about, and I think this one works. Maybe he watches too much porn and it poisoned his brain…

Floyd and Jade both in a way, but ESPECIALLY Floyd. Jade is more of a “tickling and teasing” kind of guy, and he has fascination with legs and feet as someone who only got them recently, but Floyd is very into them. Especially if they don’t look like his own feet, like very small ones for example. He would genuinely enjoy warm and soft feet on his dick, I think… but then again, he would also try to bite them off because of excitement lol

Rook – definitely. You can’t look at this man and tell me he isn’t into feet. One day he would ask Vil to step in paint or oil and leave a footprint on a piece of paper for him… Vil is kind of reluctant about it most of the time, but then he sees Rook’s reaction and gets kind of into it (he loves being worshipped after all), and then Rook kind of gets it too far and it’s weird again. 🤔

Ortho – he is also very interested in feet because they are a novelty to him, and in a way his interest is pretty innocent, but there are still some horny undertones in how he approaches it. Idia doesn’t know which feet library his AI accessed to create such a little foot-fetishy monster, but he is 75% sure Ortho has his own feet database by now.

Anonymous asked:

i don't remember if you ever did abortion hcs, so if you didn't, who would owo

You know, Anon, pregnancy-related stuff isn’t really our cup of tea unless it’s very specific scenarios, but for some reason I kept coming back to your ask…

I won’t give you a list, but those who I could picture the scenario with: Jamil, Vil, Epel.

Also we love to talk about Lilia breaking Malleus’ eggs, so I guess that also would count as an abortion… Technically a murder- No wait, the egg is out, but it’s not cracked yet- I guess it’s still an abortion lol

[diamondpastry]

post answering @quietmakesglark 's questions !! verry plentiful ... thank you for leaving these! it gives me an excuse to ramble and overexplain 💙

1-2. definitely something from the news relating to ingo's case! either through television or his phone ... i haven't really gotten the details down. but what matters is that he came to unova already having an expectation of what emmet is like. most likely, he assumed him to be as patient and accepting as ingo ... instead, he got a blunt smartass that immediately knew that he was up to something 😭 for once, volo was caught off guard and had to improvise on the spot. anything to convince emmet to join him. regardless, emmet definitely spiced things up in terms of plate collecting... which was something volo had been putting aside and procrastinating on.

3. there was a specific spot where volo began developing feelings actually ... and it was these !

however, i doubt volo realized it at the time. he just knew that he wanted to be stuck by emmet's side. he tried to find excuses for it; 'emmet had also been cursed by arceus by taking his brother away, so its only logical that we stick together', 'emmet was hurt as a consequence of my suffering. we are connected', that sort of mental gymnastics. so i guess you could say he was scared. whats wild to me is that volo fell in love waaay before emmet did in the rose tinted era. same era where volo grew snappy and more annoyed because suddenly emmet was being too nice to him. he doesnt believe he deserves to love nor to be loved.

4. i do not have the specifics for chandelures initial reactions ... only the aftermath of ingo's disappearance. there was actually supposed to be a dedicated oneshot fic just for her! its in her pov, and we get to see how badly emmet is coping in the first few months. its supposed to come before 'epistle' (chandelure has numerous cameos in that comic) but i grew too impatient ... ill definitely release it after revelation though ... no spoilers, but i will say that emmet and chandelure's relationship is verrry strained. and she has a bad habit of eating at his energy, which is why emmet fell to his knees after the battle in epistle. ( i really shouldve written that fic first)

5. complete accident! and hes well aware. ingo is a consequence to volo's reckless plans to open the rift. volo felt bad for a bit, but brushed it off because 'hes going to rewrite the world anyway' so ingo will probably be fine. he also thought that ingo could be someone he can extract information out of-- specifically about the future. he's always been a curious little bastard after all. however, he quickly lost interest the moment he found out that the man was amnesiac LMAO

6. thank you so so much! it means plenty to me that youre curious enough to know abt these tiny details ... by all means, pls ask away whenever i absolutely love discussing these with u !! i hope i hope i hope youre doing better now ... im happy to be able to deliver something to help you feel better 💙💙💙

[rahuratna]

Hello friend ✌️

I have come here to ask the age-old question: why did Levi choose Armin over Erwin. I googled it and I was not happy with the answers 😂 😭 😭

Erwin’s motivations

This is probably because of my bias for Erwin. He’s probably my favorite character from AOT. In terms of his dream of wanting to discover the truth, is it selfish? I mean like, I guess?? But not really? I feel like it’s just a human thing to just want to know why things work the way they do and to want to find a deeper meaning beyond what we already see. In the case of AOT though, Erwin’s desire for truth is pitted against the survival and future of humanity. How so? Well for Erwin, it’s just his personal goal, while the survival of humanity is all-encapsulating, something that everyone else wants.

I don’t like it when it’s framed like this :(

Mainly because these two goals aren’t that different or separated even if they are shared unevenly by different people. If humanity wants survival, they have to uncover the “truth” (truth in quotes because later there were two different versions of the story from Marleyans and Eldians, and so we realize that no objective truth exists). Erwin is willing to sacrifice soldiers for the pursuit of exploration and knowledge, which can be interpreted as cruel or selfish. But if we flip it around— sacrifice is needed to save the future of humanity— it feels more justifiable in that regard.

Basically i boil it down to this: Erwin’s motivations are not exactly the same as the other’s, but his own motivations aid towards this broader goal. Especially with his willingness to sacrifice/gamble, which he believes is the only way to move forward (that’s hawt).

Armin’s motivations

Armin wants to discover something he hasn’t seen before: the ocean. And it’s rooted more deeply into the idea of the existence of something more meaningful beyond what we already have. It’s somewhat similar to Erwin’s goals, but I think this resonates a lot more with Levi considering his upbringing. Growing up in the underground, he knew there was something more above. His goal was to bring him and his group of friends there, just like Armin wanting for him and Eren to see the ocean.

Was armin willing to sacrifice the lives of other soldiers simply for the ocean? Probably not 💀 That’s not the right question though. Would he do it for humanity? Again, probably not at first, keeping in mind that he was still young then.

My interpretation

Here,I’m assuming that Levi’s decision was made based on humanity’s future/survival, so who would be the best fit to contribute, and not just through leadership. The problem is that with Armin, we still had no idea what he could do in the future, but we had a glimpse with his strategic skills.

How would his potential live up to Erwin’s abilities to lead, motivate, and take risks? Basically it’s uncertain at that point. So the way how I like to interpret it is that Levi is taking a page from Erwin’s book. Changing his mind in the heat of the moment was his own way of gambling, betting that Armin could either further carry on the legacy, or find a new approach to saving humanity. I think it’s the latter. Was Levi expecting Armin to live up to what Erwin had already set? I don’t think so. It’s specifically Armin’s unique creative and strategically thinking he’s betting on. It’s something different, and that in itself is the gamble. In this way, I could see the impact Erwin had on Levi.

Discussion:

There’s other factors to consider too like bias, Eren/Mikasa, etc. Levi said something like Erwin deserves to rest peacefully now. Maybe because Erwin was already willing to give up his dream and die (*sob sob*) right before when he charged straight towards death with the soldiers… In comparison, Armin wasn’t ready yet. Ahhhh, idk idk

What do you think went through Levi’s head in the heat of the moment? Do you think Armin had “lived up” to the standards or somehow set himself apart? (Imma be honest, I barely remember how Armin contributed to the show after that event…)

Sometimes I think, oh yeah, I’m completely over AoT. But this is probably something I’ll never get over. 😭 😭

Hope you are having a lovely day, it’s almost Friday!! 💞💞

- Court

Hi @courtneedsleep !! I finally get round to answering this one. And oh boy, did I have many thoughts that required some serious unpacking. I think the most interesting thing about this, is if you'd asked me about it closer to the time I watched the show, I might have given you a different response based on my strong reaction back then. Since then, I've been able to think a little more objectively (even though those strong feelings remain) and tell you some of what I've been considering.

I absolutely agree on all of the points you made here, and will just expand on them a little with some of the thoughts I've had since the show's conclusion.

Levi's decision ... didn't make much sense to me at all at first. I wouldn't say I was surprised by that turn of events (I believe that we were meant to see the fates of Armin, Erin and Mikasa play out as cogs in the wheel of this epic story) but placing the decision in Levi's hands did raise many questions for me.

I will say that I think Levi's decision was more intuitive rather than based on cold logic. You've already given an amazing breakdown on Erwin and his motivations. He is a man who needs, with a certain fundamental drive, to know the truth. Erwin's truth is not subjective to him. It is clear-cut, set in stone, indisputable. He would lay down the evidence before mankind, even if it meant panic, discord and even loss of life.

Having said that, I don't see Erwin as some kind of zealot in search of selfish meaning, to find answers for himself in order to be satisfied with the status quo. He is a man who has consistently shown that he has great FAITH in humanity; in its ability to adapt, overcome, conquer.

Conquering fear is no easy feat, considering the sheer horror of what the Survey Corps endure outside the walls. The refrain of 'offer up your hearts' never grows old, no matter how many times we hear it through the series. There is a visceral image here, of these men and women who voluntarily place their bodies and minds on the line, who offer up their flesh to the titans so that humanity can progress and find a foothold in this world.

Erwin's speech and final charge is the most perfect rendering of his own beliefs. He looks like a man possessed, a man facing his own death with a blaze of courage, dare I say it, a zealot leading his soldiers headlong to their own destruction?

But is that really what it is? In Erwin's final moments, I saw fear. I saw the same rictus of crippling existential horror one has when they realise how very, very small their existence truly is, placed against a backdrop of all creation. Maybe that's me projecting and being dramatic, as usual, lol, but I felt that the scene was cathartic alongside the hopelessness, violence, ugliness and juxtaposed beauty it conveys. Death is the greatest equalizer, and Erwin rode to his death alongside the same men and woman he commanded.

Erwin faced his destruction in full knowledge of the pain and horror that awaited them. He also did so with a firm belief inside him, that his sacrifice wasn't in vain. He fully believed that the future generations, the youngsters Levi raised, would grow to be a force for change and revolution in their own right.

He couldn't have foreseen the truth behind their walled city, and the secret of the basement, but something tells me that he had an unerring instinct that their world existed on a perilous platform, one barely held in balance by the forces that governed and surrounded it. He wanted to know this truth with such desperation, and yet, handed the dream over at the very end when he CHOSE to end his own life.

Levi's choice, as you said, is very much spurred on by Erwin and his unique outlook. After all, who took the boy from the slums, who had the bleakest future ahead of him if he remained entrapped, and gave him the opportunities that transformed him into humanity's strongest soldier?

Erwin's belief in others, and their ability to live up to their true potential, knows no bounds. I wouldn't say that it's rooted in altruism. He knows far too much of the world (and the ugliness of humans) for that. I would even venture to say that he made use of Levi's loyalty to him in certain ways. But that powerful belief in humanity as a whole, in the triumph of truth, even with great cost, speaks volumes about Erwin's character, and the core of his conscious thought process.

It is no wonder that some of this transferred to Levi, who was then able to make the decision to save Armin. Even if Erwin did forsee the very slim probability of himself hanging onto life by a thread, one that would allow Levi to revive him, I think that he would have been completely satisfied with Levi's decision.

After all, he placed all of his trust in Levi to lead humanity to victory, even if, in the end, humanity was pitted against itself. He believed in the continuation of hope, of a torch of life handed down to those who survive, much like a certain progenitor of the titans. She encountered something alien that gave her the ability to pass her dreams for freedom onto others who inherited her will, enshrined in her very flesh.

Erwin's legacy is no less symbolic in its physicality. Armin has many things to offer, in his ingenuity, his analytical ability, his ability to manipulate to gain advantages and, above all, his dream for a better world for him and his friends. I think that Erwin offered up his heart, his body, his mind, so that some human in times to come, not necessarily Armin, could partake of his dream and lay the table for humanity's future.

As he intended.

Thank you for the lovely analysis, and for letting me express all the THOUGHTS I've had stewing about AoT for a while now!

[fushiglow]

sooo... can we all agree that this fight is definitely ending next week???

some (lots of) thoughts on the jjk 234 leaks below!!

i feel like i'm the only person who's still really enjoying this fight??? like i think it's great????? anyway.

i can't believe megumi had a TIGER SHIKIGAMI??? and now it's just GONE????? honestly, ever since the yorozu fight i've been bummed out by how much of megumi's growth sukuna has taken from him, but this one *really* hurt.

i convinced myself that gege would save the tenth shadow for the boy's big comeback (because i'm an idiot) 😭 i know there's still a ton of potential in megumi's domain but his precious animals!!!! ugh.

although speaking of comebacks — "how long are you gonna make me wait? you're no longer fushiguro's shadow, you're MINE" is suspicious as hell 👀 is mahoraga reluctant to follow sukuna's wishes??? WHY????

as for gojo, turns out he *is* the strongest because he's gojo satoru. i've got so much respect for him after all this, he doesn't even need to win to prove himself.

when hakari said gojo told them only to intervene when he's weaker than them, i laughed out loud. he's there with half an arm, no rct left, brain damage from using his domain too much, and you're telling me we're *still* not at that point?? like i knew the gulf between him and the next strongest was big but not THAT big??? just how strong is he???? 💀💀💀

as a side note, i'm *so* happy to see that the students have a plan in place!! and i love that gojo wasn't too proud to make one — although we knew that already. i hope we get more insight into what's happened over the last month in the coming chapters. (also will everyone stop coming for my boy yuta now??? he was just worried about his sensei!!)

still, i feel like the peek into the future on the last page spells either victory or death for gojo. the insight into sukuna's thoughts was very welcome and i'm glad to see that he's sweating as much as gojo right now. however, the dialogue about win conditions at the start of the chapter keeps playing on my mind. a lot could happen in 41 seconds and there's no guarantee that gojo is still standing by the time that hollow purple hits.

(by the way, are we thinking it's the same purple from the start of this fight swinging back around like red did a couple of chapters ago?? or is this the unlimited hollow thing from last week??? confusion)

i have no idea how this fight will end, but it definitely feels like next week's chapter will mark the conclusion. it lines up with the end of the volume, so it seems likely. anyone brave enough to make any solid predictions???

i keep changing my mind about what's going to happen. like i know we've all convinced ourselves that gojo will die (probably to prepare ourselves for the worst) but it seems too predictable for gege. i think he's done well to keep us guessing for this many months though.

anyway, the essay i started writing about gojo a few weeks ago has turned into a monster essay about gain and loss and karmic cycles and how they play out in this fight. unlikely that anyone else will care but i've spent too long rotting my brain over it not to post so... maybe later this week??

[merowkittie]

Hiii! This is only like my second time requesting anything so idek if I’m doing it right but I was hoping you could do smth where the reader is an editor? Maybe w/ miles but anyone is fine. Idk if that’s weird but yeah 😭 thanksss 🫶🏾

Miles Morales x Editor!Reader

I originally was writing a fic but it turned out shit, so I turned it into a HC list/fic.. and It also turned out shit 😭 i hope you enjoy it a bit though!

Warnings: mentions of injury and violence / r and miles bickering / r gets caught up in miles' spider-man stuff / r being a littleee bit of a stalker.. / not proofread / probably won’t make sense towards the end because I finsihed this at 3 am / I think that's it

Ok now.. this is a bit complicated since you have a very important job. You're an editor/photographer for the weekly newspaper in NYC. Which means... you have to give the people what they want, and that also means making your best friend sound like a maniac.

Miles knows you're an editor, it's not a secret you keep, or a thing you try to hide. He also knows that you have to take pictures of him.

"Miles, I need photos of you! Well.. not you, you, spider-man you." You said to him one evening when he swung you around New York for a date. (He didn't want to, it was your idea and he knew how excited you got whenever he did this.)

He'd stare at you like you were crazy and you'd talk for a minute about why.

"Well.. as long as you get my good side. Don't make me sound crazy either!"

You two spent the rest of the day after that taking photos and catching up about stuff that happened at school that miles missed.

Some of the photos turned out shit because he kept posing towards the camera when they're supposed to be off guard and while he's swinging or in action.

Though, one thing he told you was not to get involved when he was defending the city, minor or major.

"Alright.. but listen, don't try to put yourself in danger for a couple of photos. If you're anywhere near me when I'm actually in action on patrol, go home. You know I always meet you there, cariño."

He'd be very serious, which is rare between you two. It's always giggles and jokes.

Miles does not want you caught up in his hero life.

The photos you took prove to be good because you're printing them editing them and the papers sell like crazy.

Though, your boss tells you that he wants more. The photos are now boring and don't prove that he is crazy.

your boss is the crazy one.

"Sir.. I don't mean to go against you, but I wouldn't incriminate him. He's a hero to many of us here! Don't you think you're thinking a bit, dare I say, wrongly of him?"

There was a silence before he nodded his head slightly.

"Should I fire you right now?"

Let's just say that you're now on your way to film Miles in action.

Yes! This was incredibly stupid but... it would be awesome to see him yk..

You found him stopping a robbery at a bodega and took some shots of him without him knowing.

You pretty much followed him around as he was on patrol.

How?

Life 360 ;p

A boom sounded across Brooklyn and from where you and Miles were, it was pretty far.

He took off swinging and you stood there for a second thinking how you were supposed to get there in time.

You stole someone's skateboard.

Though, by the time you got there he was already fighting.. a man? A rhino..? What the fuck.

Miles was on it's back getting swung around yelling insults.

"Dude! How'd you get like this? I'm tryna get like you! I'm talking about muscle by the way.. not your face."

You snapped a couple of photos of the scene then, the Rhino guy threw him into a car. Ouch.

You were looking back at your film and realized that some of the photos were blurry and weren't focusing properly on them both.

You got closer

Which was your first mistake.

Your second was not realizing you accidentally turned your flash on when you thought you were adjusting your brightness of the photos.

That Rhino noticed you and so did Miles, whose masked eyes went wide.

And guess who noticed that? That fucking rhino.

He started to walk towards you and when you started backing up he went on all fours after you.

"I promise I'm not as entertaining as the spider! Leave me the fuck alone!" You squealed as you pushed past people and held your camera tight.

"I like when they run."

To not make this too long let’s just say miles successfully left the police a gift (rhino)

You got an ear full after

“What I did i say about that?? It hasn’t even been like.. a full week since we had that conversation!”

“I know, I know! But my boss said I haadddd to! And by the way you looked awesome, look at those photos.”

You two argued for a bit but he has still a bit upset at what you did.

You apologized by cleaning up his injuries and giving him kisses.

You stayed with him that night and he held you extra tight.

This didn’t turn out good at all but I wanted to finish this request because it’s long overdue 🙏

[im-out-of-it]

SEASON 1, EPISODE 12 “MALEC”

I just want to start off by saying this is thee best episode in all of season one and probably the whole show (at least one of the best.) because this is the moment that Alec finally chooses himself. he’s not just choosing Magnus but he’s finally doing something for himself. this is my favorite episode or at least in my top five. I will warn anyone who doesn’t like long posts that this is going to be broken up in several posts because I want to highlight with gifs of the important scenes and there’s just so many 🥹

1. okay so let’s get to it!!!!!! I want to start off also by saying how important the title of this episode is. it’s Malec. not only did the show provide us with a healthy, fun, entertaining lgbtq+ couple but they made sure it mattered. no other couple in the show has a episode named after them. Malec was an afterthought in the books. literally the writing for it is so messy and lazy and CC didn’t give a fuck about them until it made her money. even most of their stuff, Alec and Magnus don’t have much of a pov. I can’t even remember Magnus’s pov in TMI. the bane chronicles do not count because that is all Magnus.

2. but it’s important that 1. they named an episode Malec. 2. they show Magnus’s feelings as well Alec’s. and 3. who doesn’t love that kiss??????

3. “the cobalt blue. it’s elegant, masculine, very Alec”- Izzy (cough cough mags incoming)

4. what are you trying to say Izzy? 😌

5. “let’s just stick to the mission”- jace. oh so now you care about missions?????? you were fine running off with clary and doing whatever but now the missions matter??? his whole attitude of I don’t need to talk to Alec and he’s busy with the wedding- yeah, busy trying to repair all the damage you started jace

6. “I guess I should thank you, I don’t know what would have happened to Izzy after the trial if you hadn’t come back with the cup.”- Alec. but also let’s remember who is the one that ran off with the cup acting as though they knew better. look I don’t trust the clave, they obviously have their own agenda but I wouldn’t trust clary or jace with my life either. they don’t think and go ahead and do whatever they wish. Izzy could have been deruned if clary and Jace continued to do whatever they wanted- and they almost handed the cup to Valentine. I will say a nice thing about clary, she felt something off with Valentine and if not, Valentine would have the cup already

7. one Malec argument coming right up and one man in cobalt blue

8. Alec: can we have one discussion without drinking?????

9. Magnus: but babe just one drink

10. Alec is like can we not do this????? I need a clear head if I’m about to marry someone I don’t love lmao

11. Magnus is like are you sure?????? let me give it one last attempt

12. I’m giving Magnus all the points

13. I’m so sad for Magnus in this scene like it’s breaking my heart

14. IM SORRY BUT HES SO SAD AND IT MAKES ME SAD

15. Alec: love, how the fuck am I supposed to know if I’m in love with Lydia??????? I just wanted a partnership 😭 (I had to replace the gif because I used the wrong one so I’m going to use this one instead SORRY)

16. I wonder if there’s a part of Alec that views marriage in a completely different way than others would. Magnus thinks marriage (just my take) is between two people who love and adore each other very much. it’s something absolutely serious to him hence might be why he’s never married, and maybe never found “the one”. while Alec has his parents as a guidance.

16. Maryse and Robert have a rocky relationship. Robert has been cheating on Maryse but in the show, alec doesn’t find that out until season three. but children are able to see their parents aren’t happy. and most shadowhunters die at a young age. so while Alec is looking for a partnership to aid his family honor and complete that family duty, he doesn’t feel perhaps in a way it’s based on love. Alec never thought he could have what he wanted. he never once thought it was possible.

17. so all I’m saying, is what if a small part of Alexander thought this with Lydia was the best he could get? if he’s drilled it into his head, maybe he knows the expectations are to marry a woman and not even that, but a shadowhunter. we don’t know if Maryse or Robert has talked about being gay which I highly doubt it, they both seem like the type of parents to never confide in their children- full offense to them. and this is just how I take Alec’s words. I didn’t come up with his character but I do relate to Alec a lot and I do feel as if I know him

18. Alec is constantly the one salvaging his family’s reputation. Izzy tries but look at how Maryse treats him. it’s always “Alec do this, send this report in, watch the institute while we’re out” like this responsibility never falls on jace and I hope it never would but it’s always on Alec. so maybe in a way, Alec feels that he doesn’t have a choice. he’s never been able to feel completely and fully happy being himself. just my take on Alexander though

moving onto part two

[silviakundera]

Manner of Death ep 2-3 rewatch

Everyone in this fucked up lil town is suspicious. Twin Peaks vibes continue.

Local detective is like, no problem dude. You had a personal relationship with the decreased but you can still handle the autopsy. I trust your professionalism. oh if only he knew that Bun just accidentally? on purpose? reframed the story of last night to Hot Stranger Tan arguing with Jane, who had a mark on her. Leaving out the part where Tan was clearly whaling on Bun's Old Friend because he'd done something not-good to Jane. We already see that Bun has like -100 in objectivity and good judgement lmao.

This will bode well for his love life.

I remain confused why Tan is stepping in to teach a class of students?? Does he really do a teaching side job?? idk this whole drama is a fever dream. I'm not gonna worry about it.

Love how early episodes Tan's entire modus operandi is to protect good doctor Bun by... warning him off in the most smugly menacing way possible.

Bun: "everyone is suspicious"

me: ok yeah that's true

Bun: "but you are more suspicious than others"

me: ... i want to, and yet can't argue with that

It's not clear to me still, and this is a rewatch, if the whole, 'have Bun repeatedly attacked to terrify him into dropping the case' thing was Tan's idea & execution vs following orders from his brother. Either way it's nuts that Bun later just brushes that off, but that's why this is weirdo4weirdo.

Ep 3

It's like I can SEE Bun's thought process now. Which is both social darwin's law dumb but ALSO thirsty-guy understandable.

Tan is his best suspect for the murder & absolutely sketchy but also the hot guy he kissed when drunk & was kissed back. Now Tan keeps showing up and giving major sexy vibes and major I'm-involved-in-this-case vibes. Maybe he's the killer. Which would be bad. Bun will probably get murdered. But maybe he's not! In which case, Bun completely turning away his advances and not allowing himself to be pursued could mean hot guy loses interest. Bun is thinking with his dick but in his defense, hot guy keeps showing up and doing wild shit like telling him his hands smell good, and bringing him a cute Get Well Soon cactus, insisting on driving him home from the hospital, and beating up a trespassing thug.

Do I let him stay the night?

Con: he might be the person actually threatening me

Pro: he might just really be into me

(spoiler: he's both! 😭😂😭😂)

I honestly have such profound admiration for Tan's audacity here as he gaslights this man into moving into his home to be safe from the night terrors & insomnia he caused.

Though I'd completely forgotten that the whole "we can share the bed" part WAS BUN.

bruh.

I mean, I guess if you are going to risk your life for that fine face then might as well. YOLO

This is like 2 dick-drunk dumbasses upping each other in shameless Lock It Down manoeuvres while cosplaying as just your average reasonable and well-socialized locals, throw together by true-crime circumstance.

[evildoombringer]

hi nakamura (i'm. not entirely sure which name you prefer to go by,,)

i. don't really know, personally, the depths of hurt that came from min leaving can't claim either. to understand what your going through right now

you both seem really close. it was always funny, to  read ur asks that you'd send i remember reading the "happy morning" one you sent and it had like this image of a smiling kid for some reason, for like a solid 5 months i just thought "oh cool, so that's what they look like:0" before i looked back and thought, "huh wait. they always added (very funny,  mind you) meme/pics to their asks. was that pic a meme too-?" and only then did i realize lmao

looking back on his responses, i can almost hear the amused tone or, however min would react. lol it was nice to see him talking to people who cared about him

im. not really sure what to say, without coming off as like.. pretentious.? but. if i can just assume for one second, from the asks they'd answer of yours, to everything i hear about min from all the people who know him, i. i. assume he really cared for you, and. i assume you cared for him as much.,

i dont. know your situation, at all. min had. already made up his mind when i even found his blog. so, just. i hope you'll be able to make a decision, you'll be. happy with

the future could get better. it could get worse i can't really see which one it'll be. i don't understand how close you and min were, at all but know. you arent alone im not sure, if you need to. understand or know someone to be there for them,but from the looks of it, min was. never really alone if he had you. so,i hope you also know your not alone there'are people here for you

im sorry. this is probably, meaningless to you in hindsight i just. yeah. in the end, whatever you choose is your decision but. your not alone im sorry if this comes off as assuming.  please. feel free to ignore this ask, if it oversteps in anyway or is just uncomfortable. i know sometimes one might just want- to vent and let it all out and the to have that acknowledged or responsded to might be. uncomfortable i. hope i didnt come off that way

but .yeah,

nice to. meet you by thw way. O(∩w∩)O (im sorry the kaomoji is so out of place jhsjsh i just remembered that one ask u sent hh)

hi custard

it hurts that he's gone, obviously, and i just haven't been on Tumblr for a minute, so seeing everything again is having a terrible effect on my psyche (ill live though haha). im just super weird about him and i realize that uhh nobody really knows that. but I'm super . . weird about him and uhhh yeah and um i regret everything lol

im surprised you thought i was a young chinese boy :sob: but. i understand how you could make that.... mistake.....

did you know the :smile: :sob: thing is a discord reference? :sob: is 😭 and :grimace: is 😬. if you're on a phone and u type the emoji out it should probably pop up, and the same thing happened on discord so he. um would do that when posting on Tumblr too out of habit, and i guess it eventually became a Min-Pal staple haha

and yeah he definitely cares about me, and im mad at him because he cares about me and left me his emails and shit to take care of and he did that because he knew im. weird and needed more than old messages and tumblr posts and i . m glad he did do all that and i love having some stuff to hold onto like his Spotify but. it's just upsetting i guess, since you know, id rather have him.

its really funny seeing how other people view him, to me, at least, i guess since i got to see not just him being bad-pathetic but him bad-bad in general (and I'm not going to explain further than this, as i, despite claiming to find it funny, am happier than not that he died with a t least a somewhat positive. Uh. Perception.)

idk I'm not like, a great persoj, and i did Just let him die instead of going to unimaginable lengths. and I regret that everyday, but he was so steadfast. he just didn't care anymore , and he had me to talk to but it was like he didn't care about trying (because once he decided he'd died, what really mattered past that?) Ssorry this is all so congested and contradictory and I make no sense

and, id love to believe you when you say stuff like "you're not alone" but it's terrible because I really am. like it's out of personal fault, but even the people I feel as though I could go to for help, I coukdnt bring myself to,, not when it's anything Too serious,, not to mention the fact I just got dumped because he said I was 'unhealthy' (after 10 months of reassuring me that its ok if I am cuz he'll help... but that's. A whole different thing and has nothing to do with min and I'm just bitter and bringing him up out of.... bitterness.)

and im glad u left the ask mikey i really am

idk it's just kinda sweet. now I feel more like angel and saki..... Auuuhhuhhh

i don't know what to do in any regard currently though so I think I'm just gonna continue mourning something that's been gone for a year now. Someone. and being bitter and upset, and reminiscing and trying his memory into music I like (and emailing my bf. [not considering him an ex] [email cuz he blocked my number] obsessively until he decides to take me back)

[ardenssolis]

Name — Shi

Pronouns — she/her or they/them

Preferred comms — Discord buuut I don't like giving my Discord out unless we've been interacting and talking for a while nowadays, so I am trapped in the hell known as IM until then. Honestly, though, I have a tendency to get into writing or doing other things and forget anyone talked to me sometimes either way so--- 😭

Name of muse — Ozymandias

Experience in RP — I've been rping since I was a kid back in forever ago before I even really knew what rping was. It all started on a chat site and I wasn't sure what was going on but I liked it LMFAO. I think it was probably about middle school-ish time for me. 6th grade I guess??? So a while.

Best experiences — AAAAA many! I think some of my best experiences rping was when I was doing things with my friends on Twitter and Deviantart. They always inspired me to draw and we were constantly designing characters / joining art rp groups back then which helped me improve drastically. Ughugh I miss doing things like that sometimes.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers — Godmodding. The quickest way to make me drop a thread is making Ozy do something or saying he did something without consulting with me. That's a pretty big dealbreaker for me as I've been put in really uncomfortable situations as a result of people doing this. Also instantly coming at me with ship ideas is a bit of a put off if we like...have literally done one thing / I barely even know you. I had that happen day one of me making Ozy and it almost made me want to leave before I even did anything. Only time I will shake you around and be like, "yeah let's gooooo!" is if we've known one another a long time / I'm comfortable enough to do that.

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — That depends. I love writing things where it's deeply discussion based over beliefs, philosophies, and the like. Emotionally charged threads too since that gets my muse really going, but it doesn't need to quite be angst so IDK AAAAAA. Fluff is okay sometimes, although Ozy isn't exactly 'fluffy' most of the time and it's a 50/50 with him and his fickle moods. Smut is nice to write every now and then too because there can be a lot of characterization in intimate moments like this. I don't think I have any kind of definite preference when I think about it -rubs chin-

Plot or memes — Memes usually (or just throwing unprompted stuff in my inbox)! My attention span is absolutely terrible. I like plotting but I have a tendency to slowly lose interest if it goes on for a while as I like getting the barebones as to what we're going to do, have some discussion, then jumping straight into making a thread. Discussing things as we go along and have things already started is just more fascinating for me.

Long or short replies — I loooove long replies, but those tend to be done at a slower pace unless the muse is really gripping me by the throat. I remember the days when I wasn't working and I could get through like ten threads a day or something but thinking about that now has me like, "how did I even do this?" So a nice mixture of short and long is nice! That way I can pick and choose what I feel like replying to that day.

Best time to write — In the weeee hours of the night mainly -- and with music! ////

Are you like your muse — Not even remotely amg. Ozy's too much of everything. He's loud, he's arrogant, and his confidence levels are off the charts on a good day whereas I prefer to be left to my devices, avoiding conversation or faking it till I make it with people, and then dying when I get home because boy was that too much extroverted activity for me FKJSDFHKSDFDS

Tagged by: @lobiita (thank you turbo!)

Tagging: Take it!

[starlightingsss]

sparks fly / 3

the sweet nothing. 4

trigger warning for this chapter is basically reader getting upset w her face and has a whole mental breakdown where she get violent towards herself and its a little very graphic

i loved this fic when i started writing it but now im kinda hating how im writing it out 😭

she rolled out of her glamorous, luxurious bed, memories of last night flooding her mind.

she and haymitch didn't do anything, she wasn't sure if she would want to do any with him if she got the opportunity anyway.

he was drunk out of his mind, she doubted he would remember anything she said that night either way.

she slipped downstairs, still wearing her clothes from the previous night, her hair a little tussled and her as an entirety looked like a mess. a beautiful mess.

it was 8 in the morning but she was excited, today was her first training and she couldn't keep the anxiety out of her veins - what would she do? she's not strong, she can't keep up with the bigger tributes who could probably snap her in half effortlessly.

she once again, stole the job from an avox and prepared the table, silently helping them set the food.

her escort was the first to wake, as she saw the tribute doing an avox's job, "oh dear! you don't need to do that .. an avox will!", she explained, assuming the girl didn't know.

"oh no, i just wanted to do it .. kinda helps me clear my mind in a way." she told her escort, with a smile on her face. "they made fresh croissants! did you know they do that? they smell sooo good!", the tribute gushed.

"oh dear yes .. i avoid those though. a lot of butter, not good for the figure.." her escort muttered, a little shocked her tribute was doing chores.

"how'd you sleep?", the girl asked, attempting to continue the conversation with her already glamourized escort.

"oh i slept well! i always sleep well, capital beds are amazing." the escort replied, as she pulled out a compact mirror and fixed up her makeup.

"come sit!" the girl gestured, as she finished setting the table.

"dear i really don't think you should be doing this stuff .. it's an avox's job after all." her escort whispered, trying to make sure the avoxes didnt hear.

"oh what happened to them anyway? they choose to work here right?, the girl asked, oblivious to the conditions of an avox.

"um well no, avoxes are people from the districts who disobeyed rules/laws, so they got their tongues cut off. its quite gruesome really, but they help serve us with stuff." the escort replied, shocking the girl a little.

before she could reply, her district partner walked into the kitchen, he probably couldn't sleep, just like her.

"our training's at 9, and lasts until 3," she told him, having memorized the schedule they were given. "we have an hour to eat, i'm gonna go see where haymitch is."

basil rolled her eyes at this, scoffing out a "do you have a crush on him or something".

she ignored his statement and just continued to haymitch's room.

once she got there, she knocked a few times, then just entered.

in the room, she found her mentor wasted on the bed, a bottle in his hand, his vomit covered shirt on the floor, and the stench of the expensive capitol liquor lingering.

"jesus.." she whispered, as she navigated her way deeper into the room.

she knew the man was a mess, but not this much of a mess, there were a few broken bottles on the floor, making it unsafe to walk barefooted, she felt horrible for the man - he probably kept drinking after she left him to go to sleep last night.

she neared his bed and tapped on his shoulder, calling his name, when he didn't wake, she shook his body a little bit.

when he did wake up, he swung a bottle that barely missed her head and shattered on the wall, causing her to yelp out.

"um! i'm sorry for waking you i guess!" she said, as she backed off the bed, out of his reach.

the fear on his face, as tears welled in his eyes as he realized what he just tried to do.

"shit.. sweetheart." he mumbled, before he sat up, "i didn't mean-", was all he managed to slur out as he planted his bare feet onto the floor full of shattered liquor bottles carelessly, as he cursed loudly and fell back onto the bed.

"haymitch!" she hissed, as she realized what he did, blood dripping from his feet. she ran into the bathroom and grabbed a wet cloth, turning on the lights of the dark room in the process. as she got back, she saw him lying there a little hopelessly, bleeding and drinking from the bottle he had in his hand.

"it's gonna hurt a little, but if it hurts too much tell me because then that means there glass in your foot.." she told him, as she crouched down to examine it. dabbing at the blood with the wet rag, thankfully there actually was no glass in his foot.

"'m so sorry sweetheart .. shouldn't have drinken so much, t's you're training ... 'm a horrible mentor.." he managed out, as she heard his tears a little. he was definitely drunk out of his mind.

"dont worry about it! we're just gonna like train right? like it'll be a little gym full of weapons .. not that hard to navigate!" she told him, in an attempt to reassure him, as she cleaned the cuts on his foot. "i'm not sure you're gonna be able to walk okay for a bit .. if there any sharp piercing pains tell me because then that means theres glass in your food."

haymitch was sat up now, his hand carressing her cheek, "not just the training though .. haven't helped you with anything, haven't taught you the first thing about survivin' in that arena." he, said that in barely a whisper, regret tainting his voice. "haven't been a good mentor to anyone for a while.."

"oh haymitch! it's fine, you did what you could, and it didn't work, it's not your fault these games exist - they were kids, and they shouldn't have been expected to be able to kill." she told him, trying to assure him, his eyes clouded and wide. her district partners words last night clearly got to him, his attempt to smash a bottle over her head probably not helping his peace of mind either.

"please haymitch .. don't worry about it, come down to breakfast? ill get you some slippers so you can walk in the glass, and some water so you can rehydrate. i'll ask someone to come clean your room and if you dont trust them to then i can do it later tonight, is that okay with you?" she whispered, as she stood up and looked down at the sad man. "i'm gonna go find some of that capital instaheal stuff and get you some water and slippers right now, and then we can walk down to breakfast together?"

he hesitated, a sad look still in his eyes, but unwilling to turn down the woman who was trying to help him. she took him not objecting as a yes, so she gave him a hug and went on her way to find him the stuff.

once she returned to his room, she found him lying down again, his arm over his head.

she made her way back over to him, shaking him awake again.

when he moved his arm down, she finally got a clear look at his face that day. little claw marks on his cheek from his own hand, bags and dark circles under his eyes, his haunted blue eyes, his face carrying more weight than she could see before.

he sat up when he saw her, she passed him the water and applied the instaheal ointment, bandaging his food and then helping him put on his slippers, him not even expecting himself to be this vulnerable - especially with a woman whom he barely knows.

"the ointment should take a while to work .. i can help you walk right now, though!" she told him, "you have to eat .. especially after drinking so much! i remember once i took a shot of fireball and i didn't eat for a bit and i ended up in the icu, and i don't want that to happen to you.. just finish your water right now and then we can go back down to breakfast, we only have 30 minutes to eat."

"don't have to baby me.." he grumbled, the only reply she gave him was a gentle touch on his shoulder as she moved closer to examine the marks on the disgruntled man's face.

"drink your water faster so you have time to eat and then shower too, you smell." she told him, not letting the "smell" repel her.

"i smell, so why are you still so insistent on being close to me, sweetheart?" he teased, regaining a bit of the ego of his previous self.

she just laughed, "looking at your handsome face is soo much more important to me than avoiding the smell of alcohol!", she joked, as she winked at him.

he chuckled before finishing his water, and she straightened up to help him down to breakfast.

"can walk by myself, hon", he told her as she grabbed his arm.

"still wanna hold your arm!" she replied, excitedly. "i'm so excited for the training today, and kind of scared but also so excited! can't wait to meet everyone! i was too late at the parade to talk to anyone."

they kept walking together, with her talking and haymitch listening keenly to what she was saying while she was clinging to his arm.

eventually they did make it to the table, and her escort was the first to notice them, letting out a "oh dear! you were gone forever, was about to go check on you!"

"oh no! i was totally fine, vanity! i was just helping him clean up a little." she replied, as she sat down at her previous spot, directly across from haymitch.

"helping him 'clean' up" her district partner mocked, much to her annoyance.

she just ignored him, the implications of his words something not worth dealing with.

"i'm gonna go change into something practical and get ready for training." she told them this, as she dismissed herself - having not sat down for even 2 minutes.

she stood up and almost made it out of the room before their resident alcoholic rang out a, "have you eaten?"

she turned her head sharply and asked a, "what?"

"have you eaten? lately? after you got reaped?" he clarified, noticing that she was skipping meals wasn't an observation she expected him to make.

"yes , of course i have" she told him, her tone sharp and dismissive of the conversation - something that wasn't common for her.

"and what have you eaten exactly, dear?" her escort asked, the question haymitch brought up something concerning to her.

"some ham and fruit,", she lied, she hadn't eaten.

"only? oh dear ! you're going to pass out the moment you try to lift something during your training .. come eat!" her escort exclaimed, waving the girl over.

"i'm not hungry," she told them, dismissing their worries.

she walked out of the room, ignoring them as she heard basil proclaim something along the lines of "told you she was anorexic".

her irritation quickly faded, as she walked into her room, sitting at her vanity.

she opened the drawer, trying to find cosmetic products - and that was exactly what she found.

she picked out a concealor in her shade, a sunscreen to go under it, and used the moisturizer from the day before under both of those products.

as she spot concealed and layered on the skincare, she found a lip tint that she proceeded to use on her lips, leaving them a lighter red, then she applied some waterproof mascara before drawing on a small wing with kohl eyeliner, smudging it out a little to blend better in her eye, and then adding some highlighter on her nose and inner corners.

once she finished that, she put on her training uniform.

she soon exited her room, with 5 minutes left to get to the training area.

haymitch, vanity and basil were already waiting for her, apparently she took forever.

"well! guess who finally showed up," haymitch grumbled, as she appeared.

"..didn't even take that long." she mumbled, a little annoyed back at him - she didn't really like how she looked that day.

"well .. the elevator goes straight down to the training center so we have time to .. chat?" vanity said, not necessarily understand the aura of the room.

"alright, how are you two going to try and market yourselves? any ideas?", haymitch said, sipping from his drink.

"not 'you two', i wanna be apart from him", she grumbled with an uncharacteristic frown.

"don't wanna be with you either", he snapped, with a glare.

she rolled her eyes, clearly not in a good mood - heavily contrasting with how she was before breakfast, when she was nothing but sweet.

haymitch just grunted as he leaned back, continuing to drink, not necessarily wanting to deal with the pair at the moment.

they sat in silence for a little bit, before she saw her reflection in a crystal bottle. her face obviously a little distorted, but still the image distressed her.

"ugh!" she hissed, as she threw the bottle on the floor, shattering it and storming away.

she left all 3 of them confused with her sudden upsetness, as they all exchanged looks - or not all, just vanity looking up with a look of concern and confusion, and haymitch continuing to drink, basil irritated.

"she's probably just on her period or something", basil mumbled, "women are so sensitive."

this led to haymitch glaring at the man, shutting him up quickly from starting his rant again.

"someones gotta go get her for training", he grumped, as he checked the watch on his wrist.

basil didn't acknowledge that, he didn't care about the woman.

vanity would've but she didn't handle mean people and criticisms well, and didn't know the girl well either.

haymitch groaned, rolling his eyes and mumbling something under his breath, as he realized neither of them were going to go get her - and if she missed the first training, she would have to face many consequences.

as he opened her door to walk in, he was met with a mirror flying at his head, shattering on the wall behind him.

the woman letting out another angry remark, her vanity shattered and her hands bloody. her arms were scratched up, clawed by herself. makeup splattered on the floor, and mascara running down her face.

"jesus sweetheart," he mumbled, as he neared the woman.

"stop it! go away!" she screamed, her voice breaking and tears streaming. her arms crossed and her nails clearly breaking skin as they raked against the soft skin of her lower arm.

"well, i would love to get away from-" he waved his arm around the room, waved his arm at the woman, "whatever this is, but, not sure if you're aware, if you don't show up to the first training, they'll drag you out there anyway," his words didn't seem to convince the woman who waited for him to elaborate, " and that, is a very embarrassing thing. peacekeepers aren't gentle men."

"i dont care", she hissed as she looked at her reflection in a shard of glass she had broken, before apparently not liking what she saw, and throwing it at the wall, causing it to break into a million pieces. she picked up another shard, trying to see if the image in it was different, and it wasn't, this time - instead of throwing it against the wall, she slammed the shard into her thigh, breaking the cloth and sinking in deep.

the pain didn't seem to phase her, if anything, it just annoyed her more, causing her to remove the shard and throw the bloodied piece at the wall. her anger still apparently as she raged in the room, when her body forcibly gave out on her, and she was forced to lean over the counter, where there were even more pieces of her mirror, she slammed her face into them, repeatedly.

once haymitch recovered from the shock of what she was doing to herself, he grabbed her, pulling her arms back and restraining her, lifting her upper body up out of the shards of a broken mirror.

he repeatedly told her to "stop it" as she fought him, her blood getting everywhere.

she clawed at his chest, fighting the man who was trying to keep her from hurting herself, as he pushed her onto the bleed - her face cut up and bleeding, same as her thigh.

she kicked and she punched and she fought, trying to be let go out of the suprisingly strong alcoholics arms.

her blood and anger on her face as he pinned her down, forcing her to stop fighting.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he growled, pushing her down.

she just cried, refusing to answer, as her blood mixed with her tears,

she kicked from under him, not really hitting anything as he was practically on top of her.

"you're gonna go into the fucking games like this?" he snarled, examining her face, seeing how she had stained the pink sheets a bright crimson red.

he didn't understand what triggered her, he couldn't tell why she got so upset and started smashing mirrors - or why she starting hurting herself.

as she calmed down, and stopped fighting him, resorting to just sobbing instead, and he figured she was ok, no longer a danger to herself anymore, as he let her go.

he mumbled out a "stupid woman" before letting her go.

"i'm not!" she told him, her voice breaking.

"what?" he questioned, looking down at her.

"stupid! i'm not stupid!", her words barely making it out over her tears.

"well you bashed your fucking face into glass.." he told her.

"so? why does my face matter? why does it matter?" she screamed at him, her anger and rage having built up over the years, "why does my face matter so much?"

she wanted to hear him say it, she wanted to hear him tell her that she was nothing except her face, nothing but pretty.

he hesitated with his words, unsure of what to say.

"your face.." he couldn't seem to be able to think of what to say, as he looked at her, he couldn't find the words. he couldn't bring himself to tell the girl that her face was what people liked about her, that her face was her whole thing, but he knew she knew. he was at a loss of what to say, he didn't know her - not personally. he knew her face, he knew nothing about her but he knew she was beautiful. "is the first thing people see, they judge you on it when they first meet you."

a mediocre response, that didn't seem like something he would say, a response that didn't help.

"and its all they see. my face. i'm nothing else to everyone, i'm just a pretty girl with a pretty body. you know that right? everyone tells me "oh youre so pretty!" but no one says anything meaningful, no one tells me that im funny or smart or nice or anything, i'm nothing if i'm not pretty" she hissed, as he realized why she was so upset.

"then why did you do that to your face?" he said, his tone lighter as he examined just how extensive the damage was - nothing much, just a few cuts on her face that were bleeding.

"because im ugly."

confusion was evident on his face, the drunk not taking this whole dilemma lightly.

"i was ugly! my nose was a little too big and my lips were a little too small and oh my god my eyeliner looked so bad, and i wasn't even wearing that much makeup but i still looked like a total cakeface! i looked disgusting!" she told him, her tears still streaming down her face. "and i was trying to fix it at first but then it just got worse and i started getting uglier."

before haymitch could reply, peacekeepers entered her room.

their guns strapped to their belts, as they stood there menacingly. needing to know why she wasn't at training, especially the first one.

haymitch was quicker to think than the crying woman was, telling them she was injured.

he showed them her thigh, still bleeding as the older one questioned why she wasn't in the infirmary, to which haymitch answered that the injury just happened in her rush to get ready, where she tripped onto her chair and fell into her vanity, shattering the mirror.

they transported the woman to the infirmary, where haymitch followed.

once they were alone, she asked, "why did you lie?"

and he told her, "if they figured it out - figured out you weren't eating, or did that to yourself -, they would put you in rehab. keep you out of training and out of contact with everyone while they forcefeed you through a tube and put you in 'therapy' with a capital therapist. they would deem you unstable and a danger to yourself, might even put you in a straitjacket.", he was a drunk but still he could think, and he thought quickly.

"the capital medicine should be able to heal you up well in less than a week, still before the games, don't do that to yourself again, cant have you go in injured," haymitch whispered, "promise me you won't do something like that again. if you're upset, come to me and please try to eat something."

"pinky promise i won't" she whispered back, sticking up her pinky finger. he did pinky promise with her that she wouldn't - no matter how silly it might've seemed.

[diddybok]

OOOOH ok interesting - first and foremost, guy best friend is a FLOP for being so lazy with your friendship, because you were initially interested in letting things get interesting, but now that HE'S trying to do that ON TOP of historically being flaky with the friendship? like no heaven forbid he goes out of his way during the day but oh at night when he's feeling it you have to? LIKE MATE BE FOR REAL AND be respectful?? it really seems like he likes you right now - did he seem disappointed after you kissed the friend?

if you're over him and his flakiness, then by all means drop him, you deserve infinitely better than waiting for him to want to see you - you deserve someone, a best friend, bf, something else or both, who would love to see you any time of the day and is ACTIVE in seeking you out 💕 i've been through a similar-ish situation with a flaky guy friend showing some level of interest, and a stalker girl mutual friend who seemingly encouraged him and i, but goes off to have a whole ordeal with him after mild things happened between the guy and i, when he apparently was "in love" with her the whole time? that's irrelevant 😭

my point is, i have tried to stay neutral with him the whole time, even though i knew him longer. it would be nice if none of this happened and we could still talk normally, but i'm not interested in trying to fix it, so being neutral is the way to go, rather than dropping him completely, to save the awkwardness. if you were to be neutral with him then you could potentially keep his door open if something were to happen in the future, which might be useful?? but it seems like you're pretty interested in mr uni pookie 😏😏😏😏😏😏 I SHIP IT

all the best with the two of these guys, and i guess just have fun with it?? enjoy the ride 🤪 always here if you want to chat or vent, or spill more tea 😊

omg this is like girl/chix talk time and i want to make it a regular occurrence where we all just talk abt shit happening in our lives atm! obvs not forcing anyone to!

okay imma start by saying REAL!!! i think in this case i would just put a hard line of it being strictly platonic. i already started to distance myself from him and i think he kinda caught on yesterday when i wasn’t entertaining it like i would have in the past.

but yeah all feelings for him are, and i can confidently say, gone🧌 but yeah no the other guy is so cute i wanna squish his cheeks😣

BUT WOAH??? youRE tea?!?! stalker girl and your friend😲 that’s acc kinda crazy. oh my god that would make me feel so, just, my eye would be TWITCHIN! the audacity. i strongly dislike girls like that, boys is a given because they do it to themselves by being themselves,, but the girls that try to set it up KNOWING behind your back they’re pulling a madness?

yeah you’re done for mate.

i woulda instantly removed myself from both of them. probably the guy too because wdym you were in love with her but talking like that with me? how are you to act then if we got into a relationship. next thing you know you get the “hey girly i know you don’t know me but-”😭😭

but i’m not getting my hopes up for uni boy, rather im already preparing for it all to be a purely just friends situation which 😀 is fine because he’s a good mate, so i guess it’d be a win win if it goes either way! but again no getting my hopes up. because i’ve learnt my lesson too many times whilst ignoring the facts and ended up getting all upset when i grew to attached😪

anyways that was fun, thank you for fuelling this little talk time with me!

[wandering-doves]

11.08.2024

i know it’s been a while.

i’ve been all over the place emotionally, putting on weight (which i’m very unhappy about), and just adjusting to my saturn return period. i’ve already hit two important days and have two or three more to go.

i’ve been getting into anime. i just finished watching s2 of jujutsu kaisen and it has absolutely ripped my heart out. i am in mourning for my favourite character’s. it does make me want to get into the manga though, whether i read it online or purchase them. i’m motivated to do either once quickly bc i keep getting spoilers of the manga and normally that doesn’t bother me but there is so much death of well-loved characters in this series and i’m experiencing the losses prematurely and it's too much right now. and gege - you will be hearing from my lawyers, as i'm suing for emotional distress!

my siblings have suggested i get into demon slayer. they believe i’ll really like it. while i’m not sure what it’s about, i can take a guess based on the title. i don’t know if this show will have quite as much loss as jjk but i’m not emotionally ready for it yet. instead i started watching a cute little romance anime called from me to you. it has 3 seasons and seems really sweet so far. i think this one will be good for me.

i still haven't heard from the guy on tumblr but i know he's been online, bc his blog name has changed. i thought about reaching out again but if he didnt reply to my last message, what makes me think he'll reply to this one. it's time to cut my losses and just move one from him.

i will say that each an every time i am rejected or ghosted by a man, it does some serious damage to my ego and confidence. i don't feel like i am an ugly person, physically or otherwise, but i do feel that how i look plays a major role in why i'm still single. i'm overweight and always have been. and then if someone can see past how i look, my inability to open up to people shoots me in the foot. i'm very protective of my thoughts and feelings and i dont know if that has anything to do with the fact that as a child i felt so unseen and unheard [which if you knew me as a child, you would probably be confused by that statement bc i'm a sagittarius sun/rising. even if i don't mean to, i can command the attention.]

anyway, i've been playing chihiro, wildflower and champagne coast on repeat just to feel something, after watching the love of my life die on screen.

and that's another thing. the way that Nanami is literally my perfect man drives me insane. I know that bitch may be the most straight-laced, no-nonsense person in existence but he was also sweet and loving and kind and wanted to help others and was a father figure to Yuji and he just wanted to relax on the beach in Malaysia, have a little house there where he could spend time reading 😭😭😭my selfless king, you will be missed!!

anyway, it's just after 1am now so i should probably go to bed.