#uhhh if anyone's wondering. the skins in the art are the ones they get while in the theater and it gives them cool looks and abilities <3

[ursaspecter]

A quick bare bones guide on how to draw Charles. I could go into more depth with this, but it's late and I'm tired and my wrist was starting to hurt. I thought I would just show the basic forms and shapes in his face.

Important things to keep in mind: - He has a diamond shaped face, so his cheekbones are going to be prominent - He has hooded eyes, and his eyebrows are naturally arched like that. The space between his eye and eyebrow sort of makes a long bean shape which I showed in a few of these outlines. -There's a slight downwards curve to his nose. It's not straight. -He has a soft jawline! -When colorpicking for his skintone, try to pick a neutral midtone to start. I swatched a few colors to go along with each reference picture: a highlight, a midtone, and a shadow color. I also labeled what kind of lighting is in each photo to give an idea how lighting would affect the way he appears. Don't. Don't color pick from the promo art to color him. I mean I guess unless you're trying to imitate the promo art then go nuts. - When in doubt, use reference! Don't be afraid to pull him up on google images or pinterest or your favorite screencap blog (I recommend @/kaphzzz for their screenshots. They have such wonderful ones of Charles!) And don't be afraid to trace while practicing to get familiar with the shapes in his face! - To elaborate more on the face tone thing, different parts of the face have different undertones. The forehead is generally more yellow or neutral, the nose and cheeks are typically more red as that's where the blood is closer to the skin, and the beard area is usually cooler toned. I think it's easiest to see this in the bottom middle reference as that was a high quality render made for the official guidebook. -Uhhh have fun and be yourself I guess.

I don't really ask this anymore because I've stopped caring, but if y'all could reblog this and spread it around as much as possible that would be really great. I'm not trying to call anyone out or cancel anyone, I just wanted to help as best I can with the tools I have.

Thanks!

[the-otleus-parlor-archived]

Coming soon: Theater of Darkness

[jinkicake]

Nice Hickey

Bokuto, Iwaizumi, and Tendou with a s/o who loves to leave hickeys on them.

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Anon,,,, uhhh you know me..... I went feral writing this. Please, do not act surprised. Iwaizumi riles me up like no other, on gawd this man sends me into orbit. I can’t keep doing this with him,,,,, gggggggg. Anyway, ummm </3 ?

SMUT

WC- 1,825

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Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto loves to kiss you, especially on your neck. In his mind, neck kisses mean he is going to get his dick wet

To Bokuto whenever he kisses your neck it is like his own silent way of saying he wants to fuck you. Or make love,,, whatever your preference is…… I’m not really a make love kinda girl heheh 

With that being said….. Whenever you kiss along Bokuto’s neck or give him hickeys, he thinks he is going to get his dick wet. “Kisses leads to sex, does it not?”-Bokuto

Bokuto is SO BEEFY and THICK, omgggg could you imagine holding onto his broad shoulders while pulling on his thick hair as you suck on his neck

Leave Bokuto breathless, do not be afraid to mark him up…. Pretty boys like Bokuto deserve it

If someone points out his hickey Bokuto is like…. "What? What is a hickey??? Konoha, what are you talking about??"

Then the blonde rolls his eyes and pokes his finger into the bruise on Bokuto’s neck

Which makes the drama king yelp really loudly and hold his neck, covering any marks you left

I think Bokuto can get really shy and timid when someone talks about sex LMFAO stupid, I know but I feel like he’s just like oh,,,,, and gets really embarrassed

But then he will forget about it ten minutes later and play volleyball like it’s nobody’s business, all while Konoha is standing there like wtf…… just happened again?

“It’s a heart,” Bokuto sighs to himself as he looks in the mirror. He was changing out of his practice clothes to his school clothes so he can walk home when he noticed the mark on the left side of his ribs. “cute.” He finds himself muttering and starts wondering if he would be able to sneak into your house tonight.

Bokuto finds himself lucky.

A few hours later, after your family had gone to sleep, you’re sneaking Bokuto in through your front door.

“You have to be quiet.” You give him a pointed look and Bokuto nods, innocent radiating off of him, right before he walks into your door. “What did I tell you, Kou?!” You whisper-yell and Bokuto dips his head sheepishly. Instead of saying anything else you place your hands on his back and push him into your room. 

You continue to nudge him all the way to your bed, letting him fall onto your blankets and pillows. Even the simple touch of feeling his muscular back sent a kiss of heat down to your stomach. Eagerly, you climb on top of him and rest your thighs on either side of his hips. You flip your hair onto one side of your neck and stare down at Bokuto, your eyes flicker from his golden irises to his lips before a smirk appears on your face. 

In a very teasing manner, you lean down to ghost your lips over his own then you ignore him at the last second. Instead, you go to kiss his collarbone, you let your lips rest over his pulse along his neck before sucking on the skin. Bokuto immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, a moan flying past his lips before he can even stop it.

“What did I tell you?” You snap and Bokuto can only stare at your lips, nodding at whatever you’re saying. You sigh and roll your eyes before leaning down to his ear. “You need to be quiet Kou, can you do that for me?” At the very obedient nod you receive, you know he won’t be able to stay quiet. You’re still willing to risk it all though, just for him.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Please, I just thought about that fan art of Iwaizumi shirtless,,, gaaawwwd I need a minute 

I can’t get over the thought of being able to mark up THE Iwaizumi Hajime,,,, it’s making me acting up,,,, he’s so pretty and gorgeous and big,,,,,,, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh TTTTTTTTT and Iwaizumi would probably hold your hips as your lips work his skin and every time the pleasure gets too much he’d squeeze you in his hold,,,,,,,,, I know he would grind up into you too and buck his hips all while groaning so deliciously and omggg im literally panting-

Anyway, Iwaizumi is such a shy wittle baby.... You know he is rather private about his affairs,,,,,

He’d be so cute if you left hickeys on him, he’d turn so red and his blush would be so precious

I feel like he’d get embarrassed if his friends point out his hickeys, like if he got called out on it

Hanamaki and Oikawa would snicker in the corner of the locker room like the gossips they are, pointing and laughing at Iwaizumi

And of course, Iwaizumi is like “what the fuck do you guys want” and then Oikawa is like ‘oh, allow me’

Then he’d point out his bestie’s hickey and make comments about Iwaizumi getting his ass handed to him by you

Of course, Hanamaki is in the corner in TEARS like the clown he is and Iwaizumi can neither confirm nor deny Oikawa’s statement

Then the locker room would go all quiet and that would just make Hanamaki wheeze even harder like baby boy needs a fucking inhaler

“H-Hajime,” You cry, drawing out his name as Iwaizumi continues to thrust into you. His biceps bulge as he pins you against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. Iwaizumi grunts and rests his forehead on your shoulder, pinching his eyes together in an attempt to focus on anything but the way you’re squeezing around him so tightly.

“Relax, baby girl.” He says and kisses your shoulder, his lips leave a trail of fire in their wake and you arch into him. Your chest rubs against his own and Iwaizumi bites his to tongue to hide the way he moans at the feeling of your soft breasts.

Iwaizumi Hajime is not delicate when you fucks you, he doesn’t know how to be delicate. He leaves too many marks and roughs you up to the brink of tears, but afterwards he is always so sweet with you that it could give you a toothache.

Something has Iwaizumi on the edge and you can’t figure it out. If only you knew it was because he saw the hickeys littering his hips when he was getting dressed for school yesterday. It fueled him with an insatiable need that only you can satisfy.

“Please, Hajime, more. I need more.” You beg and begin to lick his neck, your hot tongue makes Iwaizumi’s hips stutter slightly and causes a shiver to run up his spine.

“Oh, I can tell by the way you’re sucking me in. I can barely move.” Iwaizumi pants against your shoulder and you wiggle your hips at his words. It’s so hot, too fucking hot.

Iwaizumi wants to keep teasing you, wants to keep you begging just like this. He wants to see how much you will say and do, just how pretty you look when you are begging for his cock. With that thought in mind, he keeps thrusting into you but doesn’t notice the way his happy trail stimulates your clit. The little patch of hair makes you nearly sob and you bite down hard on Iwaizumi’s neck, no doubt leaving a mark.

“H-Hey!” Your boyfriend barks weakly and you continue to fall into a sloppy mess on his lap. “All this for my cock? Hmm?” Iwaizumi can’t help the pride swell in his chest at just how weak he makes you.

Tendou Satori

Tendou,,,, Satori the precious light of my life

This motherfucker….. the second your lips touch your neck he’s like ‘oh a b0ner!”

And then he tries to play it off like,,,,,, “Angel, I’m just happy to see you~~~”

Tendou loves when you leave hickeys on him, he adores being pampered in your affection and just lusts over the feeling of your hands running across his chest as you grind shamelessly into his lap

And yes, he loves when you leave marks like hello! A mf wants to show off,,,

He’d walk around practice and act like he has the biggest dick, not like anyone can see his hickey though because you teased him by only leaving a tiny barely visible mark just below his ear

Tendou loves to brag about you and talk about you and think about you, so whenever someone aka Semi calls him shameless….. Tendou is like “oh you mean THIS? This lovely hickey my s/o left for me because they love me so much?!”

And then Tendou would call Semi a virgin and walk away like won an all kill

We all know damn well Semi isn’t a virgin, next.

Even though Tendou loves when you give him hickeys, just know that the only thing he loves more is giving you some hickeys of your own~~

You moan softly against Tendou’s skin, sucking a bruise into his pale neck before pulling away. Tendou always looks so hot underneath you, maybe it’s the agitation twitching in his fingers from not being in charge or maybe it is the way his eyes darken like he won’t be able to hold back anymore. Whatever it is, all you know is that you love when Tendou is underneath you.

Tendou, however, doesn’t like it nearly as much as you do.

“No, it’s my turn.” Tendou growls and flips you over onto the bed. Just seconds before you were on top of him, grinding against him slowly as your lips teased his jawline. You kept nipping at any spot you saw fit, under his ear and above his collarbone, anywhere you knew got him weak. Tendou settles down between your legs, dipping his hips to thrust his clothed core over your own. He smirks when your head tilts back against the pillows and your chest arches into the air. 

“Mine.” He mutters as he claims the valley of your breasts. He pulls down the front of your shirt, no doubt stretching the neckline in order to mark you up as his own. Tendou wastes no time in lapping at your skin. His tongue licks a broad stripe up before latching his mouth onto the top of your right breast, he sucks on the skin and gently bites down with his teeth.

You bite the inside of your cheek, pinch your lips together, you do anything to keep your moans from slipping out. You’re still pissed at him for stopping your previous actions. Tendou glares up at you, his red irises pick up on your annoyed face and he sneaks his hand under your shirt to pinch your nipple in retaliation.

“S-Satori!” You gasp and lightly tap the back of his head, appalled at his bold actions.

“There we go,” He grunts and rolls his hips against yours once more, ripping a moan out from your throat. “ah, there we go.” Tendou hums in appreciation at the noises and heads right back to marking up your chest.

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[obeymefictionwriting]

The Master of Spells

The streets of the Devildom were busy as always: lessons have finished and students finally got time for themselves. Demons of all sorts were passing by; I noticed a few openly glaring at me but they were of no interest - in about ten minutes or so I was about to meet the best among them so why bother about the others and their unwanted attention?

I agreed to meet Satan near our bookstore (“our bookstore” - how cool does it sound?). I arrived a few minutes earlier but I was sure he’d be there too - and he was indeed. But not alone.

I froze as I looked at a beautiful woman placing her delicate hand on his shoulder. She was wearing an amazing dark-blue dress and her black hair was flowing on her open back. She had bright blue eyes, full red lips, and a smile that could charm the coldest heart. And there he was, looking in her eyes and smiling back!

Satan finally caught my eye and immediately shook her hand off his shoulder. She didn’t seem disappointed though; instead, she just blew him a kiss and vanished in the crowd.

He quickly walked to me and tried to hug me but I stepped back. By the faded smile on his face, I knew he understood what was wrong.

“Are you upset because of this girl?” He asked with a worried look on his face.

I bit my lip. I was ashamed of admitting I felt immensely jealous when I saw them together - when I saw how beautiful she was and what a great couple they made…

Of course, I spent a lot of time with Satan and I could swear he knew he meant more to me than a friend. But we never talked about it and he never officially asked me to date him. So maybe this whole relationship thing was just in my head and he saw me as a friend only? It was painful even to think about it but yet, seemed like it was true.

Satan was still looking into my eyes as if trying to find a hidden message under all my worries and sadness. I saw that he was genuinely worried about me and I felt it wasn’t right to make him feel this way. If he is happy, I am happy - that’s what friends are for, right?

“Everything is fine,” I smiled and he immediately smiled back. “Shall we come in? It’s a bit windy outside”.

“Better now?” He asked as he put his jacket on my shoulders. I immediately blushed. His jacket still kept the warmth of his body and its scent was a wonderful mix of coffee, cinnamon, and lime. Caring yet bold. Destructive yet so tender. This is what I loved about him so much - Satan successfully combined completely different personalities. He could be the most sarcastic and cold-hearted person in the room but then, within mere seconds, he smiles with such a warm smile it could melt me.

I sighed silently. As he was putting the jacket on, he put his hands on my shoulders and kept them there as if he wanted to protect me from any negative thoughts. More than anything did I want to stay like that but then I remembered the girl and the way he looked at her. So I gently stepped forward, releasing myself from his spell.

“Shall we go?”

When we got inside the bookstore, all my worries faded away. I have always loved reading and here, in Devildom, there were so many new and exciting books to discover! As I was wandering across the bookshelves, picking books one by one, I saw Satan looking at me in a sneaky manner and smiling with just the edges of his lips. But I was too excited with all my new books to think about that. I will give it a thought later when I go to bed. For now, I let myself loose and decided to just enjoy the moment.

We spent a few hours in the shop though it seemed like seconds. While standing at the counter, Satan asked “Mind if I pay for your books? I want to make you a present.”

He blushed a bit and I gazed in admiration at this sight. He got embarrassed for a second but immediately pulled himself together. After all, Satan was one of the most reserved and confident creatures I knew, apart from Lucifer of course. And Satan was a tough nut to crack: I never knew a hundred percent what was going on through his mind. I wanted to hope he liked me but I was never sure whether his words and actions were just friendship or something more than that.

Something that connected him and that girl?...

I shook my head, making the thoughts go away. Satan already bought the books and was waiting patiently at the doorway. His green eyes were piercing me as if he wanted to tell me something, but not a word left his lips. Silent and patient as always, he gently took my arm and we got out of the store, back to the busy Devildom streets, full of chattering students of all kinds.

“Want to eat something before we get home?”

“I don’t feel hungry yet,” I admitted. “Maybe we should head back. Oh and I promised Asmo I’d help him pick an outfit for the party - he must be waiting for me”

Satan seemed disappointed with my answer but did not object. When we got to the House of Lamentation, he helped me carry the books to my room and said he’d see me later. I saw that his thoughts were already elsewhere; in his mind, he was opening the book he just bought and immersing deep down it.

I sighed and headed to Asmo. I was not in the mood of picking outfits but I made a promise and therefore I have to stick to it.

I approached the door to Asmo’s room and knocked gently.

“Come in!”

The second I stepped in, I got caught in a bright and fragrant carnival of Asmo’s dwelling. Flowers of all sorts were everywhere, creating a unique and captivating aroma - as unique as their owner. Bottles, fragrances, jewelry, bags, and fabric - colors and textures of all sorts were all around, and this colorful chaotic composition made me smile.

“Ah dear, FINALLY!” Only Asmo could stress the words so much. “I’ve been waiting FOREVER. Now, come on, there is no time to waste! How about this one… Hey? Is everything all right?”

I did not realize at first that Asmo was addressing me but when I did, I gazed at him in surprise. He noticed my expression and laughed; his laugh sounding like melodic silver bells.

“Dear, I love you and I want you to be happy when helping me become even more gorgeous than I am. But how can you put your mind to it if something bothers you? I can sense such things, you know. And I can’t let you style me in a bad mood. So, what happened?”

“Well…” I didn’t know how to start. “I was meeting Satan in the bookstore… And there was this girl.”

“Ohhhh!” Asmodeus got excited. “Describe her!”

“She was… she was really beautiful. Long black hair, wonderful eyes, a really charming smile. And I think, she is close to Satan. She stood so close to him and he… he seemed to enjoy it.”

I blushed and my face got extremely red. Surprisingly, Asmo seemed really serious while listening to me. He thought for a moment and then said “Must be Tarissa”.

“Who is she?”

Asmo hesitated for a bit.

“Well, our Satan is known for being known to all sorts of people. And all these people are really fond of him. Tarissa is a witch that works in an art exposition. I think they met there, there was some sort of gala or something. I was there too actually, as a model. So I saw her approaching Satan and trying to charm him. He seemed really uninterested, to be honest. I think she tried to chase him and she even tried putting a spell on him but that’s Satan we are talking about, right?”

“But he smiled at her so kindly…”

“He is a gentleman, dear. And all his smiles - well, almost all! - are just a deceit. An illusion to get what he wants from people”.

“So he used Tarissa?”

“Who knows? Maybe it was a flick or maybe he really went on a couple of dates. I frankly do not know and I cannot say I care much. She is not that pretty after all. You are way more gorgeous and don’t use manticora serum to keep your skin so fresh and lovely. Now, what’s with the outfits?”

Asmo’s words brought relief but I still felt like something was not right. There is no way anyone could ignore such girl, especially if she is a witch… And there is no way I can seem more interesting - at least, not in my own eyes.

The rest of the evening was quiet and I almost calmed down when my D.D.D. rang, right before I was going to bed. I opened the message box, curious, and the D.D.D. almost fell from my hand.

“Meet me tomorrow@bookstore, 9PM. T.”

She was texting me?!

Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night. In fact, I looked so tired that Mammon, who always woke me up, actually got worried:

“Hey, you okay? Ya need some medicine? Aren’t ya ill?” He bombarded me with questions.

“Just a nightmare” I smiled in an attempt to calm the Avatar of Greed. “I’ll be in a minute. Will you walk with me to school?”

Mammon gave me the brightest and biggest smile and nodded in enthusiasm.

“Of course I allow you to walk with the Great Mammon! That would be an honor for such a mere human like you so cherish the opportunity and enjoy every second of it!

As we were walking out of the House of Lamentation, I saw Satan looking at me but he quickly averted his gaze. I wondered what was wrong but soon forgot about it as Mammon distracted me with chatting and jokes.

By the end of the day, I was growing more and more anxious. The text from Tarissa was bothering me and I had no idea what she wanted. Was it something about Satan? Maybe she wanted to ask me not to mess with their relationship? Uhhh no idea.

Once the last class was over, I stood up, ready to go but all of a sudden, Satan appeared in front of me.

“Hey,” He called and gently pulled me closer. “May I ask you for a favor?”

Honestly, if he asked me to jump off the cliff, I’d gladly do it. He had his hypnotic power over me because only Satan could be so demanding and caring at the same time. Lucifer was too dominant, Mammon was too needy… Satan was perfect. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. If only I was brave enough to simply admit that more than anything I wanted to kiss him and look in his green eyes first thing in the morning...

I swallowed and mumbled, “What’s that?"

He suddenly stepped closer as if he was about to embrace me. I felt a wave of heat coming from his body, along with the scent of coffee and lime. I saw his muscles moving under a thin blazer and thought what it was like to be held by his arms.

He didn’t embrace me though - instead, he placed a necklace around my neck. A wonderful emerald stone in a delicate setting on a thin silver chain - elegant and stylish at the same time.

“I want you to hide it under your sweater - just like that”.

Satan’s fingers touched my bare skin and I took a deep breath. I was already too excited and nervous before meeting Tarissa and couldn’t afford to faint in front of Satan because of his touch.

“Please promise me”, He stared deep into my eyes. “Do not take it down and do not show it to anyone. Please. It’s important.”

“Okay”, I nodded. “Will you tell me why?”

“Later. I have to go now so I will see you at dinner.”

He gave me a smile and left. I sighed silently and touched the gem. It seemed warm and comforting. It gave me… hope? But what kind of hope? Too many secrets for one day!

Finally, I arrived at a place. I immediately spotted her, standing right in the doorway of the store. Tarissa was way too gorgeous and everybody was looking at her in admiration but she ignored their looks completely. She was greedily staring at the crows and spotted me.

I approached and she just nodded coldly.

“So that’s the famous exchange student,” She said. “They could have made a better choice”.

“I’m glad you were not the one choosing,” I replied. “You seem to lack the sense of beauty”.

She gasped and hissed at my words; I got petrified with shock. I did not mean to say rude things but it just… happened! I didn’t know why but deep down, I guessed why I blurted these words: I did not want Satan to be with her! I want him to be mine.

“You think Satan really fell for you? He is just bored and you are a shiny new toy from the human world!” She snapped. “I’ve known him for centuries and I am the one he comes to when he needs comfort! What do you know about that, you pathetic human?”

She got silent and eyed me keenly. I got scared but only for a second - then something happened to her! All of a sudden, Tarissa’s skin got wrinkled, she kind of shrank in her size and her hair lost its beauty and strength. In front of me now was some sort of a gremlin, who was screaming curses in an unknown language.

I stood in amazement, looking at the creature. Suddenly, it shrieked towards me, in an attempt to attack but a flash of green color appeared in front of my eyes.

Satan was there, holding me. He pressed his forehead against mine and his lips were so close I could feel his breath. He whispered “Stay still” and put his left arm behind his back.

Everything went silent behind us. As he stepped back, still holding me, I saw that the creature disappeared. At the same time, I felt a warm sensation on my chest. I took the gem out and gasped: it felt as hot as if it was under the sun for hours!

“What’s happening?” I was lost for words. “Satan, what’s happening here?”

“Sorry, I should have warned you - but the spell won’t work then. Tarissa wanted to hex you and I came up with a way not only to prevent that but to backfire. As you see, it worked.”

He seemed really delighted with his plan but I couldn’t help asking:

“Why would she want to hex me? I did not do anything to her!”

“Well, you put me under your spell” He replied, smiling. “Isn’t that enough?”

He saw the expression on my face and laughed:

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know! I love you - from the first time I saw you, back there at the University! More than anything do I love being with you and I thought I made myself quite obvious - but apparently not enough! Come here”.

He kissed me; a thousand fireworks exploded in front of my eyes as he pressed his lips against mine. Satan was demanding and controlling but I felt his love and passion and gladly gave in to him. His arms squeezed me, never letting go, and I felt like I was out of breath as he was kissing me more and more.

Finally, he allowed me to catch my breath, watching me with a smile. And I had one more question left for him.

“She said you come to her when you need comfort… Is that true?”

Satan laughed loudly.

“I used to come to the gallery, that’s true. Unfortunately, it’s the only decent gallery here. And notice how I said “I used to”. Because from now on, I intend to come to your room only. Did I make myself clear?”

I nodded and smiled as he leaned to kiss me again. And maybe I should decorate my room with some paintings - if we ever get time to look at them.

[spacebeyonce]

this wip wednesday post is for @ride-the-bifrost specifically. because they asked for a sorikai body art au ages ago, and I’m finally working on it but it’s since went and morphed into a mash up of florist/tattoo parlor au meets urban fantasy. I mentioned it uhhh last week? I think?

but anyway - a snippet! I’m still building it up - duh, obviously, but here’s what I have rn.

Riku never paid much mind to the tattoo parlor across from his grandmother’s shop.

That isn’t to say he’s never seen it before, or anything – he still remembers the day it popped up a few years ago, across the street and two buildings over. Synthesize, with its striking midnight blue bricks and bright red door. A lot of people were skeptical of the business, doubtful that it would be there long – himself included - but despite all their doubts, it’s stuck around so far, highly recommended through word of mouth for the high quality of their work. If you wanted a tattoo or piercing as a magic focus, or for protection, or hell, just for a good night’s sleep – Synthesis would always provide.

It has been a while since the Destiny Islands had any kind of person around who’s spell work was primarily through body art; on the cities inland yeah, sure, there’s plenty – but that’s a two-day trip that many don’t feel like taking, at minimum. Here in their little beach town, folks like the ones at Synthesize were a rarity. It’s not like Riku knows the people that worked there, though; he’s rarely seen them, even after moving back home from the mainland – and that wasn’t planned, either. But life never turns out the way you want, even if you plan every possible turn on your path to the letter.

See, Riku was a witch – a witch like his mother and father, and their foremothers and fathers, on and on and on. He was a witch, and when he was seventeen, he had left home - like all good witches are supposed to do - and traveled inland to try and find a place to settle down and call his own. His plan had been to open his own shop to sell his own magical wares and make a name for himself – though what he wanted to sell, he wasn’t really sure. But he would figure it out on his own time. He had been well on his way to it, too – a few apprenticeships under his belt, a growing number of clients – he was doing it. It had been so close.

But then he got a call from his mother. And he had to come back home in August at twenty-two, to help around the house and care for his father, who had fallen ill. And eight months later he had to hold his mother’s hand as they stared out into the sea, draped in mourning white as his father’s ashes were swept away by the tide.

He hasn’t left home since. He hasn’t felt the urge to. Before, he had been so eager to leave home, so ready to just – grow up. But now, he’s not much of anything – not anymore.

Riku wasn’t resentful about staying in the Destiny Islands, not now; in the earlier years, when grief blinded everything, he was – he snapped and lashed out and quickly gave into the dark, bitter ugliness of his heart. But it was fine in the end; he had family to support him and pull him back when he got too into his head – and a grandmother that put him to work so he could get his head out of his ass, forcing him to try his hand at selling green things and potions – a tincture for better health, a bouquet with flowers placed just so to sharpen the mind or brighten a room, ethers to restore a person’s magic when exhausted. He wasn’t as good as his grandmother at first but now – he was decent enough. It was something that would keep him focused, keep him busy, and deal with the stormy turbulence in his heart in other ways.

And then his grandmother up and left the shop in his name a year and a half later when she finally decided to retire – a little apothecary all his own.

He didn’t think he could handle it by himself – a whole shop, belonging to him and him alone? It was too soon. He still felt so unbalanced – so young. He was only twenty-three. He hadn’t been sure. But his grandmother had put her foot down.

“You need this.” She insisted. “You need this, and it will be good for you. Besides – you think I’d let you run this place by yourself? No, no, I’ll be there to help when needed – but that doesn’t mean you get to slack off!”

Time passed, and he slowly settled. Slowly made the apothecary feel more like his, made a name for himself outside of his family. And then – Synthesize.

All he knows about the people that work there is that the artists are around his age, and the owner was a blue haired woman that he’d seen coming and going now and then. That, and the high compliments of their work, he supposed. But other than those things, he knows nothing about them – and he didn’t really mind all that much. Never really noticed, anyway, too caught up in his own work, his own life, filling in the ragged space his father left behind bit by bit. He didn’t really think his path would ever cross with his mysterious neighbors.

But that all changed one cold winter day – that day, he thinks, was the one that set him onto that long, winding path.

He didn’t really mind it that much, in the end.

-o-

It had been a pretty normal start to the day.

Riku arrives to his shop at eight in the morning, as he has done for the past three years, and then he makes his rounds around the shop to check on the plants that filled buckets to bursting and the state of the potions that lined the shelves, taking note on what needed to be restocked for the day. His grandmother wouldn’t be in until noon, and that was alright – the morning hours were slow, with customers few in number - which meant he could take his time.

After taking care of what needed to be restocked, Riku returned to the back rooms of the store to prepare himself for the day. He pulled his apron on and tied it snugly around his waist, adjusting the straps and making sure they weren’t twisted around his neck. He combed his fingers through his long, platinum hair, pulling his hair tie off his wrist and holding it between his teeth as he braided his hair back, ensuring it wouldn’t get in the way. His movements were slow, meditative, and with the added scent of flowers and dried herbs, Riku felt himself slipping into a calm space, muscles relaxing. As he tied the end off, the soft jingle of the bells over the door rang through the air, and Riku raised an eyebrow.

A customer? At this hour?

“Hello?” A man’s voice called out – bright, chipper, but still relatively deep. “Anyone there?”

“Be with you in a moment!” Riku called back, making a face at his reflection and the way his bangs hung in front of his eyes, futilely blowing the hair out the way. He quickly put it aside and left the back room behind, adjusting his apron one last time as he returned to the front area, wondering who could possibly be coming by this early.

A man around his age was waiting at the counter, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat as he looked around the shop. He had spiky brown hair, warm brown skin, and strikingly blue eyes, and when Riku stepped up behind the counter, the man gave him a quick once over before giving him a smile so bright it made him squint a little. It felt fine if he only admitted it to himself, but the man was…cute.  “Can I help you?”

“Yes! I was wondering if you had any celebration flowers?”

Riku tilted his head, surveying the buckets of flowers around the room. “Probably, yes.” He mused. “What’s the occasion?”

“Ah, my girlfriend – it’s her birthday today, and I wanted to give her some flowers before work.”

Ah. A girlfriend. Well, no big deal.

He shrugged off the slight sting of disappointment with a smile. “That’s nice of you. Do you know what flowers you wanted to give her?”

“Uhh…”

Sheepish, the man shrugged, his grin turning shy as he reached up to scratch at the back of his head. The sleeve of his coat slips down, just enough so that Riku could see a small paopu fruit tattooed on his wrist. “I didn’t – sorry! I just thought, um, that there would be bouquets that were pre-made?”

Riku breathed out a little laugh. “That’s not how it works here, no. It – alright then. Can you tell me about her?”

“Huh?”

“Your girlfriend.” Riku says, beginning to roll up the sleeves of his sweater. “Can you tell me about her? What’s she like?”

He’s still a little new to this, but he’s worked here long enough that he feels like he’s got a good grip on this now.

“Oh! Um. Well –”

The man scratched at his hair again, and his eyes went soft as he thought over his words. “Kairi, well, she’s – she’s really smart, and nice – but don’t let that fool you! Even though she’s sweet, she’s got a real temper, too. And she’s so – she’s so funny, and competitive, and really hard working! And she always tries to make everyone feel good, and is just – she’s really warm, and welcoming, and – um.”

He smiled dopily. “I, uh. I like her a lot.”

Riku couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell. Alright, then. Give me just a second.”

He marinated over what he’d been told, humming in thought as he wandered around the space, staring at the buckets of flowers. It didn’t have to be a huge bouquet, he thinks – nothing too outlandish. He started off with a few pink carnations as the base, thinking for a second before grabbing a few amaryllis flowers. What else…? Jasmines, Riku decides. And larkspur. Maybe forget-me-nots? Riku wasn’t sure yet, but he felt pretty good about the idea.

So far it was looking good – whites and pinks with a little hint of purple. It felt…fitting. He didn’t know this Kairi person, but this looked like it would suit her well enough.

“So…”

“Hm?” Riku hummed absently, looking around the room.

“How long have you worked here?”

“Oh – um.” He tucked some of his wayward bangs behind his ear, even though he knew the act was futile. “About three years. This shop was – it’s family owned.”

“Really? That’s so cool!”

“You think so? It was my grandmother’s and, well. Now it’s mine.”

“Whaaaat?” The man gaped at him, astounded, and Riku felt prickly heat spread down his neck. “You own this place? But you look like – my age!!”

Riku sharply turned away, pressing the back of his hand against his cheek as he looked over the plants. The bouquet still needed a little – something. He decided to go with the forget-me-nots, after all. “That’s because I probably am your age. Really, it - it’s not that impressive.” Riku mumbles quietly, back turned to the man. “I mean – this place isn’t really mine. It’s not something I made on my own. But – that’s nothing you have to worry about. Sorry.”

How unprofessional of him; what is he thinking, starting to unload his problems on a stranger? Get a grip.

He decided to grab a few leaves of a fern plant, thinking that a touch of green would be good. As he started to head back to the counter he felt – something. A light brush against his senses – a magical aura rubbing against his. It made him shiver a little, hair rising at the nape of his neck, and he cut a glance over at the man, only to notice him staring, blue eyes piercing. It felt like – like he was trying to figure him out.

“I still think it’s great.” He said softly, and he sounded so…sincere. Riku tore his eyes away, letting out a soft laugh of disbelief. “If you say so.”

“Can you do magic, too?” The man asked as Riku returned behind the counter, grabbing some lavender tissue paper to wrap the flowers in.

“I can.” Riku’s hands moved fluidly, tucking the flowers together and wrapping them up, turning some of the blooms just so, so the arrangement looks perfect. “I come from a very long line of witches.”

“Really?? That’s amazing!”

The man looked so amazed, eyes sparkling, and Riku actively had to fight back the heat creeping up his neck. “Thanks.” He mumbled bashfully. “Anyway –”

He wrapped the flowers with a nice white ribbon and held out the bouquet. “You’re all set.”

“Oh! Thank you!” The man carefully takes the flowers, a little awed smile on his face. “They look amazing – and they smell so good! And they feel really – bright! Wow, you’re really good at this!”

“I should hope so.” Riku says dryly, and the man makes a face.

“Sorry, sorry. How much do I owe you? Oh, can I also get a couple ethers, as well?”

He grabbed the bottles of ether before munny exchanged hands, and Riku gave the man his change and receipt with a smile. “Have a good one. I hope Kairi likes the birthday flowers.”

“Thanks! I hope so, too!”

The man grinned brightly at him and took a couple steps back, arms laden with his purchases. He’d started to turn to the door but – stopped. Turned back to face him. “Hey…what’s your name?”

Riku tilted his head a little, bemused. “I’m Riku.”

“Riku.” He repeated slowly, like he was testing the sound of his name, and then he gave him a smile. “I’m Sora! It’s nice to meet you – and thanks for all your help! I’ll probably come around more often.”

Sora gave him one more wave before stepping outside, the door quietly swinging shut behind him. The shop felt – much quieter, with Sora’s presence gone; everything about him was very…bright. Loud. But not in a bad way.

He did say he would come around more often, and Riku, well – he guessed that he wouldn’t mind the noise too much.

Riku stepped around the counter and moved towards the large windows, discreetly staring after Sora as he walked down the street and headed –

To Synthesize.

“Oh.” He said aloud, mouth falling open a little as Sora entered the shop, letting that bright red door close behind him.

He guessed – the little glimpse of a tattoo should’ve made it obvious. But that doesn’t mean Sora works there. Maybe his girlfriend works there? That’s probably it.

It slowly started to sink in how Riku must have looked to others, pressed up against the window and staring after someone he only talked to for five minutes.

Why was he thinking so hard about this? What was there to wonder about? He needs to get it together.

“I have work to do.” He muttered to himself, pushing away from the windows and retreating into the store’s depths.

[theworldsoul]

Uhh warning VENT!!! Talks about self harm and shit... also religious bullshit and gender bullshit??? Like I'm really trans and also Catholicism really fucked me up so if ur uncomfy with that just... skip this post. Also if ur Christian and can't handle seeing ur shit defaced then skip this post. Also if ur gonna clown on this post as "cringe atheism" then fuck you because I'm literally coping with pain lol

:readmore:

Anways now that the disclaimer is over... here comes the real shit.

I... have been going through a LOT lately, jesus christ. I was HAPPY today, yknow? I thought I was gonna be happy the whole day.

I was dancing today. That's how happy I was. For the first time in like... a whole year... I was really so happy. I thought I was gonna cry. But then I got home. And well,,,, I did cry. But not from happiness. I just got my math grade back. A fucking 49 percent. MY AVERAGE RIGHT NOW IS A 57 PERCENT. I MIGHT FAIL MATH 20. I MIGHT HAVE TO RETAKE IT. oh my god I'm such a failure I cant do anything ever i try SO fucking hard but honestly??? I cant fucking do this. I can't, I'm not mentally capable. "Just work harder"... BITCH I AM WORKING AS HARD AS I CAN. I AM SPENDING HOURS AND HOURS OF MY LIFE STUDYING AND PRACTICING. I'm starting to think that how hard i try doesn't even fucking matter because I'm STUPID and all i know how to do is PAINT SHIT!!!! NOBODY CARES ABOUT ART!!!! IF I FAIL THIS CLASS I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE A HOUSE IN THE FUTURE!!!! A HOUSE!!!!!

I dont even want to be a fucking orthodontist. Okay??? I wanna do what I love: painting. But NOOOO. I have to get a "respectable" job that will "pay me enough money to live". WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO MAKE MONEY TO LIVE??? WTF??? THATS LITERALLY SO FUCKED UP. everyone deserves to live (unless they like murdered someone? I guess? Idk) BUT LIKE I DIDNT KILL NO ONE SO WHATS ALL THIS BS ABOUT WORKING TO LIVE???? WTF??? I rly gotta do all this shit I hate, all this shit I'm mentally incapable of doing... so i can have a house. Fuck this. Yknow with my average at a 57... I might fail this class even if I get a really good grade on my next quiz. Can you fucking believe it??? I'm literally so fucking stupid I cant even pass a dumb fucking math class god i hate myself. I cant fail this class. I've NEVER failed a class. Almost failed... but never HAD TO RETAKE A CLASS. that's the ultimate failure. I think my parents would hate me if I failed this.

And on top of that... I'm really struggling with uhhh, dysphoria and body image... and it's so fucking horrible man I want to rip all my skin off I want to suffocate god I want to KILL him I want to MAKE HIM SUFFER. I want to gouge his eyes out and force him to eat them. WHY WOULD HE MAKE ME LIKE THIS????? WHY????? WHATS THE POINT IN MAKING A CHILD SUFFER SO MUCH???

What did I ever do that was so wrong I deserved all this punishment???

Well FUCK YOU and fuck your stupid book and FUCK THESE STUPID FUCKING SAINTS. WASNT THERE SUPPOSED TO BE A WHOLEASS ANGEL WATCHING OVER ME?? PROTECTING ME??? WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH NOW?? WHERE WAS THAT BITCH WHEN... when I was being bullied? When I literally wanted to kill myself?

Where was that guardian angel when I kept making THE SAME MISTAKE over and over again and I KNEW it was wrong but I kept doing it anyways because it was the only way I could feel like soemone cared about me????

I bet that angel motherufcker KNEW they didnt care. DID THE ANGEL EVER ONCE HELP ME??? NOOOO. all those times I was bruised and broken... all those times...

Man, I was just a kid. I was SO fucking young. And I would come like a lamb to the slaughter and kneel. I would pray... ask for guidance. I would pray the rosary too, I would read the bible and try my very best to understand it, I would go to church and volunteer at church and do my best to be a Good Boy and never sin. I did EVERYTHING right. I literally fasted at some point, like a religious fast. I was devoted...

Honestly though? I think it was the same mistake I make over and over again, except not with a real person.

And you have me NOTHING. GO GIRL, GIVE US NOTHING!!!!!!! I literally used to self-punish for the sins I couldnt bring myself to confess. At my communion, there was one sin I didn't tell because I knew it was unforgivable. I still hate myself for that. But man, I used to try and do all sorts of things to somehow cleanse myself of it. I figured THAT whole ordeal was why I was constantly being tortured.

But I was stupid and I am stupid and that makes NO SENSE because if the thing I'm being punished for happened when I was a child, WHY DID THE PUNISHMENT BEGIN AT MY BIRTH????

They used to tell me that god handcrafted every part of me specifically for some sort of grand reason.

Why.

Really? This bitch really "handcrafted" me just so I could cry and cut myself nearly every night??? Fuck that. Like why would you make me this way. It hurts more than you can IMAGINE. The only reason I'm not dead yet is because of ME, MY strength, not any of the bullshit YOU gave me. I hate when people say "oh, god made u so hardworking" or "oh, god made you so passionate/hopeful/full of love/fiery/whatever" LIKE STFU BITCH THAT WAS NOT SKYDADDY THAT WAS ME!!!

you wanna know what he made me?

dysphoric, ugly af, yeah.... but the worst part?

He made me feel.

That doesn't sound bad, right? Well it's the worst thing on the list. It is my downfall, my Achilles heel or whatever. This emotions shit??? It RUINED my life. My whole life I was cursed with a fucking monster inside me. I kept trying to tell everyone that it wasnt me!!! I kept telling them that it felt like I was being possessed. But adults are SHIT. I hate adults. I want to kill them all. They failed me and their god failed me. None of them every listened to me. All they knew how to do was punish, punish, punish.

It's like giving an allergic kid some peanuts and then getting angry at them for going into anaphylactic shock or whatever. Nobody ever thought "hey, why don't we stop giving the kid peanuts?"

ALL THE ADULTS AROUND ME ACT LIKE CHILDREN AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE ACTED LIKE CHILDREN FUCK ADULTS

Anwyays that's how I ended up with all these unresolved issues,.... emotion is a tough one, like I literally dont have the ability to control my emotions at all, I can try and like, repress them but I cant make myself actually feel less.

My emotion hurts more than anyone else's and nobody ever understood that. I would tell them that it hurts, it PHYSICALLY HURTS, and they would say I just wanted attention. I would tell them I literally couldnt control what my body said and did, I would tell them I felt like A PUPPET ON STRINGS and no one believed me. Fuck them.

Healthy coping mechanisms? I literally self ship with Snape to cope. I literally self ship with characters my brain made up and put in my dreams to cope. I used to hurt myself so much trying to feel loved and cared about irl. Fiction is so much better. I sound like a loser but its TRUE. The sort of thing I need, the sort of love I need is like... a parent. You can't go looking for a parent in a romantic partner, it fucks everything up and you end up... well, let's just say it proabbly wasnt the most legal thing, but I wasnt thinking strisght at all I mean dude I was So fucked in my head when I did all that...whatever...anyways so thank u for fiction!!! I love fiction. Want to kill someone? Draw it. Then you'll feel much better!!! And you dont go to jail!!!

Well the pics here... idk, it was really calming to do this. It's new, painting over religious shit. I was gonna do the whole bible but I already burnt that shit so.... and I was going to cut but I'm trying really hard to stay clean... like really hard. It's so weird and like, addicting, once I hit styro I don't want to stop, but also it kinda transfers the emotional pain to physical pain, making it way easier to deal with. I just can't keep doing that because I KNOW it's bad and look I thoguht I was clean for a whole year but then I fucked up and WOW, GUESS WHAT MADE ME RELAPSE??? MATH CLASS!!!!

Whatever anyways here are my wonderful works of art I made while crying and cursing god (like I'm so pissed at all this catholic bs I believed in him again just to swear at him lol)

.... but imagine for a moment, a better world. One in whcih these saints whose images I've defaced are actually good people... a world in which they SEE ME AND THEY HEAR ME... and I go unpunished.... and I am embraced by someone who UNDERSTANDS.

I think I would cry.

Too bad that world doesnt exist and I just made it up to try and feel a bit better. Whatever, whatever. I painted the things, they're gonna dry. I work hard, I'm gonna do good on my quiz, I hope. I just have to be making it through, that's all it is, work work work without a break but I can proabbly do it. I'm really slipping I admit like the mental health is slipping it's getting worse like I havent had a "fuck I am afab" moment in such a long time so yeah...

Anwyays I feel so much better now that I did my little art project yknow???

[explosionshark]

Hey! Big fan of your writing. :) For the writing prompts, could I request #3 for Chloe Price and Victoria Chase?

hi i’m so sorry it took me a month to do this! thank you for the prompt! i think this is my first chaseprice. originally this was going to be sad, but i didn’t feel like bumming anyone (including me) out tonight so instead it got, uhhh, vaguely smutty. 

3. “It’s three in the morning.”

“It’s August 17th. Grass is green. That sleeve is way more trailer trash than badass punk rocker.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, were we not just reciting a list of the obvious at each other?”

“Fuck, Victoria, just get in the car before I change my mind,” Chloe practically growls, leaning across the cab to throw the passenger side door open in invitation.

“Why would I do that?” Victoria asks, but doesn’t stop, forcing Chloe to keep creeping down the street in her truck with the door open, like some kind of stranger danger-ass creep.

“Because it’s three in the morning and you’re walking down the street alone at night by yourself, like an idiot,” Chloe barks. She’s trying to do the right thing, trying to be like… all conscientious and shit. It hardly feels worth it, when once again, Victoria Chase finds a way to make her feel like a totally useless idiot the moment she opens her mouth. “Why are you walking down the street alone at night by yourself like an idiot?”

“Why are you stalking me in your truck?” Victoria tosses back. “You know, you’re not doing much for all those awful stereotypes about predatory lesbians, Chloe. What’s next? Going to offer me some candy? What, are you a friend of my mom’s?”

“Your mom and I aren’t friends, she just eats me out when your dad’s not home,” Chloe says and the tension in her shoulders, the sharp sting of humiliation reddening the back of her neck eases when Victoria chokes out a laugh. “Now stop being a bitch and get in the fucking car. It’ll be faster. Put us both out of our misery.”

Victoria actually pauses this time, glancing around the street before eyeing Chloe’s truck with suspicion. 

“No one’s gonna see,” Chloe rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat. “Literally everyone smarter than you’s at home in bed right now. So, like, the whole town.”

With a huge sigh, Victoria hauls herself into the truck, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the whole cab. She smells like expensive perfume, peppermint schnapps and wood smoke. She kicks her towering heels off immediately, pulling her stockinged feet up onto the bench and tucking herself into the corner of the cab.

Stockings. She’s wearing stockings under that short skirt, riding up even shorter with the twist of her legs. Stockings, like some kind of sexy old-timey movie star fantasy run amok. Chloe wonders how Victoria Chase finds a way to be 18 and 81 at the same time. 

“Whose party?” Chloe asks once she drags her eyes away from Victoria’s legs, pretending she doesn’t see the smirk on Victoria’s face that means she absolutely noticed.

“The Vortex Club’s. Who else?” Victoria asks, running a hand through her hair. It’s shorter now than the last time Chloe saw her, a few months ago. It makes her look older, more mature. It leaves Chloe feeling even more like a stupid teenager, fumbling and uncouth, even though she’s technically older than Victoria.

“Yeah, stupid question,” Chloe mutters. It feels dangerous, just the two of them in Chloe’s truck like this. “Not like you hang out with anyone else.”

“It’s called having standards,” Victoria sniffs. “Maybe if you tried it sometime you wouldn’t be nearly twenty and still getting busted by the cops for smoking pot and blowing up GI Joes with firecrackers behind the Circle K.”

“You heard about that?” Chloe laughs. It’s a little embarrassing, and David had given her absolute hell over it once word got back to him from his little buddies in blue, but Christ, it had been funny. 

“About how somehow you’re an adult who has the life of a Toy Story villain and you’re, like, fine with it? Yeah, Chloe. I heard about it.”

“And you think my life would be, what, different? Better? If I just wanted it to be? If I had your standards?” Chloe asks, pulling into the darkest corner of the Blackwell student lot and killing the engine. The cab is dark but for the light streaming in through the back window from streetlamp a few rows over. The night is silent without the rattle of the truck’s old engine. Chloe slithers across the seat like she’s been wanting to do since Victoria got into the truck. Closer, she can read the expression Victoria’s face a bit better – a little expectant, a little disbelieving, like she always seems to be when they’re together like this.

Like she’s halfway between scared and excited and she likes it best right there, between the two.

“I think our lives are what we make them,” Victoria says, voice even and calm, despite the quickening of her breath. Her makeup’s gently faded from the night, except for the lipstick Chloe saw her touching up on the street before she pulled up alongside her. It’s bright red, applied just a little too thick, Victoria a little too drunk to make it perfect. “I think if you want to be successful and you work hard for it, it will happen.”

Chloe wants to lean in and mess it up. She wants to taste it herself, scrape it off Victoria’s bottom lip with her teeth, smear it messily down her chin, her cheek. She wants that lipstick staining the collar of her shirt tomorrow when she wakes up.

But she waits.

“So people who don’t succeed, it’s just their fault for not wanting it enough, huh? For not working hard enough,” Chloe says and it makes her mad, kind of. But it doesn’t make her want Victoria less. Victoria says nothing, just keeps watching Chloe from across the bench, leg still tucked up under her. “Pretty rich girl like you, you would think that. Mommy and Daddy sending you to a fancy private art school. You would think that.”

“I worked hard to be here,” Victoria says.

“Yeah,” Chloe nods. “You and your standards.”

She leans forward, one hand behind Victoria’s head flat on the glass of the window, the other grasping the inside of a thigh, just under her skirt, just over where the stockings end. She applies the gentlest pressure, feels Victoria turn for her, legs falling open for her, hears the breath catch in Victoria’s throat.

Chloe knows an invitation when she sees one. She slides her hand higher.

You wouldn’t know how she was being touched from that perfectly cool look on Victoria’s face. Smug, almost bored. Chloe kind of admires her for it, even though she wants nothing more than to ruin that poise. It’s the challenge, the vaguely adversarial nature of the sex that keeps these encounters, brief and few that though they’ve been, interesting. 

It doesn’t take long, really. Chloe’s good enough at this by now and Victoria’s drunk enough to not care that she’s being obvious. Within minutes she’s writhing against the door, shaking and swollen, dripping down Chloe’s wrist and begging to come.

So, of course Chloe pulls away.

Victoria keens, scrabbling desperately at Chloe’s retreating arm, panting and lipstick-smudged and nearly delirious. “Fuck. Fuck. Why’d you stop?”

“Well, I figured you wouldn’t want any handouts, right?” Chloe drawls, and reaches over her shoulder for a fistful of her tanktop. She yanks the shirt up and over her head, liking the sound her necklace makes when it falls against her bare skin. And yeah, technically, this is a tremendously bad idea because they’re in the Blackwell parking lot and there’s security wandering around out there somewhere but, well. Fuck it. Life’s a risk.

“Are you serious right now?” Victoria glares, looking very regal and pissed off for a girl with her skirt hiked up over her hips. All the incandescent rage in the world couldn’t disguise the way her eyes keep drifting down to Chloe’s exposed breasts, though, the way she has to fight to meet Chloe’s eyes when she speaks.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been very fair of me not to give you a chance to earn it,” Chloe shrugs. “But, y’know, most people don’t know this about me but I’ve actually got a pretty fuckin generous spirit and shit. So, like, if you were to ask me nicely, I’m sure I could…”

“Oh fuck this,” Victoria snarls and for a moment Chloe thinks she must have finally pushed too far, that Victoria’s going to fumble her way out of the cab and stalk back to her room.

But instead she launches herself across the cab, shoving Chloe up against the other door so hard and clumsy and fast her elbow bounces hard enough off the steering wheel to make her whole arm go numb. But before she has a chance to complain about that Victoria’s in her lap, grinding against Chloe’s bare stomach while her fingers tug insistently at the metal bars through Chloe’s nipples.

She’s rough and pissed off and neither of them is going to last like this but, well. Victoria’s kind of a perfectionist, control-freak weirdo, right? Chances are she’ll want a few more rounds, to make it perfect.

Chloe’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

dialogue prompts

[my-arlington-academia]

The main 10 cheering up a crying Scholar (Y/N) part 3

Here goes the last part finally... Here we have the last 2 boys: Tegan and Tyler! Like I said they had to be cut because tumblr was all like "YoUr PoSt Is ToO LoNg!" Thanks tumblr. As always.

Tegan

- you were feeling like shit lately and you just really needed to confide in someone so before you even noticed where your legs were taking you, you were already standing in front of Tegan's room

- it was really late at night so both of you were in your pyjamas already, though in Tegan's case he was most likely still playing video games

- "Is Tyler here?"

- "Oh uh. No, he's not here... yet."

- Going by Tegan's guilty face Tyler probably snuck out... again.

- Tegan is rambling a lot, he's probably really stressed out because he wasn't expecting you out of all people to come this late

- "A-anyway, when he comes back I'll tell him that you were looking for him so..."

- "Wait, no! I wanted to talk with you, I was just asking to know if we're alone. The both of us. Can I come in?"

- you see a faint smile on his face, is it relief? He's probably happy that you were looking for him instead of someone else

- when you come in you can see that he was in fact, playing a game

- "Oh, sorry. I'm probably a bother."

- "What?? No!"

- He shuts the TV off and makes some space on the couch so you can sit

- "I should be the one apologizing, it's such a mess here. If Karolina saw the state of our room she would kill both me and Tyler."

- his familiar quirkiness is making you feel at ease, but when you remember what you came here for it gets harder to speak

- Tegan attentively looks at you while you're trying to find your words

- turns out that no matter how you try to start, you can't go on. Everytime your throat gets tight and your mind goes blank

- "Y/N...? T-take your time, there's no rush... I'll wait. I can even pull an all-nighter while waiting, no big deal!"

- he's trying really hard to sound reassuring but knowing that he's literally ready to NOT get any sleep tonight just to listen to what you have to say makes the pressure even stronger

- You start crying and cover your face out of embarrassement

- Tegan.exe has stopped working

- "Woah! Uhhh... Y-Y/N?? I'm sorry! Is it me?? Is it because of the other day when I laughed so hard that I spilled cola on your uniform?! Is the stain not coming out? Please don't cry I'll buy you a new one!"

- This boi is a wreck

- It's like he's on an emotional roller-coaster without knowing what the ride is about

- "Noooo... it's not your fault... thank you for being there for meeee..."

- "O-okay! Good to know! But what can I do to help?"

- You keep on sniffling and bawling

- "Ummm... could I get a hug?"

- "Yes! Anything!"

- squeezes you in his arms tightly... maybe too tightly. Where's all of this strength in PE?

- You already knew that he was tall but now you can really tell that he's a tree

- once you stop crying it gets a little awkward

- Well, to be fair it's always a bit awkward with Tegan, but in a good way

- "Um. So. I was playing Mycraft, wanna play?"

- You end up sitting on his lap while he creates a new world in the game just for you

- "Here. Even if you never played Mycraft you probably heard things about it right?"

- "Yeah, they got an update recently right? With the bees and stuff."

- You guys spend a few hours building things turn by turn while taming different animals in game, like dogs, horses, parrots and whatnot

- in the end you explain the situation pretty calmly

- You can see Tegan tighten his grip on the controller whenever you get to the parts of the story that are unpleasant

- he doesn't say it but he's clearly angry about all the things that happened to you

- overall the evening/night is well spent building houses and getting jumpscared by creepers

- next morning you wake up on the couch and see that Tegan is sleeping in his bed while Tyler is trying his hardest to not make any sounds while walking in the room, which is impossible because of the mess

- "Ah Y/N, you're up! Haha so you had a good time with Tegan when I was gone huh? You bad children. Sooo scandalous, I'll go snitch to Lady A."

- You sit up on the couch in a hurry

- "W-what do you mean?"

- Tyler has got the most mischievous grin that you've ever seen

- "Get this: when I came back yesterday at 4am, you were sleeping in Tegan's arms while he was still playing Mycraft. He said that he didn't want to move around because you'll wake up, but honestly? It was probably because he was planning on sleeping with you on the couch if I didn't get ba-"

- A pillow flew towards Tyler's head from behind him

- looks like Tegan woke up

- "S-shut up! I-I wasn't... I mean... Ugghh! It's like when a cat falls asleep on your lap! You wouldn't want to wake it up, right? That's all it was."

- "Can't relate. I think you're spending too much time with your online furry friends."

- "I don't even *have* furry friends."

- "Yeah. Well, maybe because *you're* the furry friend."

- they have a short pillow fight while you're still trying to remember everything that happened yesterday, well, technically it was today but whatever

- You leave their room in a good mood while Tegan is already planning on hacking a few phones...

Tyler

- Noticed it the moment you didn't greet anyone in the morning

- Usually you start the day by saying hi to everyone but that day you went past them as swiftly as you could and made your way to your seat

- Tyler, of course didn't want to bring any attention to you since that's what you were trying to avoid in the first place

- he did his best to sneak out of his group of friends and came to your desk

- "Hey Y/N! Not feeling good today? Want to talk about it?"

- "...Not now, sorry."

- Great! He'll spend the whole day wondering what's wrong

- can't concentrate in class or in anything really, not even his art

- You always come to mind whenever he tries to do anything

- so he's being really adorable with you the whole day, and the following days

- Helps you carry your belongings, even if they're super light

- also carries your food tray at the cafeteria

- "You need more water? Wait! Wait, I'll get it."

- he even pulls out the best weapon against sadness

- wholesome memes.

- he sends them constantly when classes are over

- You end up calling him over because you can see how worried he is, and also because you trust him and need to talk to someone instead of staying alone all the time

- you can see that he read your message but he's not answering. Weird.

- a few seconds later someone is knocking at your door

- "Y/N!!! I'm here! What do you need??"

- You open the door and see that Tyler is out of breath and wearing a panda beauty mask, it's honestly kinda hilarious to see

- "Please don't laugh... I was just doing my skincare routine."

- "No I understand but... haha, you look like you got beat up from both sides. Doesn't really look like a panda."

- you guys sit down and have a casual talk

- Tyler manages to make you laugh a few times with some stories from before you came to Arlington, though it was mostly about him and Tegan screwing around

- then Tyler looks at the time

- "Oh! It's time to take it off! Observe the magic of my "beat up from both sides" mask!"

- His face is literally glowing, he looks like he has baby skin

- that's when you decide that it's time to tell him about your troubles

- When he had the mask on you didn't feel like the conversation could get serious because of how ridiculous it looked

- You start speaking really softly, so softly that Tyler most likely couldn't hear you properly so he got closer

- When your voice starts to break he puts his arm around your shoulders and rests his head on yours

- and when you start crying he takes one of your hands into his

- he's carefully rubbing your hand with his thumb while you continue speaking

- When you're done and you've calmed down he kisses you on your forehead and hugs you

- he didn't say anything while you were telling him about your problems but his way of comforting you was surprisingly really physical

- Tyler already knows that it's a personal matter and he can't help you directly but he's gonna do his best to be there when you need it and distract you from it

- When you guys call it a night and he goes back to his room you realize just how romantic that moment was

- You have second hand embarrassement while remembering how gentle and caring he was while you were literally bawling

- You keep on silently screeching and making weird sounds into your pillow while recalling everything

- You cringe so hard at some of the things you said and the way you cried was honestly worth of an actress in a drama

- 'Oh wow. Maybe Tyler's dad will hire me just to cry on screen in one of his movies...'

- a few days later when you feel a lot better Tyler admits something to you

- "Please, don't take it in a weird way but... I thought that you're really cute when you're crying."

- Um...?

- "Dude. Tyler. Do you even realize what you're saying?"

- "I know! I'm sorry! But I swear I don't mean it in a like- you know, creepy way or anything! I swear!"

- "How can this not be creepy?"

- "Uhh... Nevermind. Forget I said anything..."

- the both of you keep on having a good time while Tyler is secretly plotting a little revenge

[desdemonafictional]

NegNog Cozy

flash fic in honor of the discord Nogg Squad, inspired by this post about an AI inventing mixed drinks

On AO3

On the table with the red plastic table cloth on the roof of the new office building, Thundercracker puts down the last of the glasses which, while ridiculously small in his enormous hand, are still comically oversized for a human being. Marissa suspects that they’re novelty props for Bachelorette parties. He has a dozen of them lined up on the table, with only minimal spillage around the bottoms. She hopes they’re food safe. One of them is actively smoking.

Down here to the south of the continent, it’s not so bad around the end of December, as long as you’re dressed for it. They’re holding the office Christmas party up on the top floor of the building, where the veranda pokes out into the chilly grey daylight, mostly—although no one came out and said it, during party planning committee—for Thundercracker’s benefit.

“Merry New Year, Marissa!” he says. Buster is rushing around under the table, barking excitedly, possibly because Thundercracker is about to accidentally knock over a pail of what appear to be jumbo shrimp. “I know there’s some kind of yearly ritual fight about what to call the winter holiday, so I thought I’d toss my shanix into the pool for the underdog.”

“Well that’s one way to solve the problem,” Marissa admits. “You’re running the drink table, TC?”

“Yeah!” he says, clacking a set of scaled up tweezers in his big fingers. “I volunteered! Hold on, I have the perfect one for you! Let me just—”

He pokes the tweezers down into a battered red cooler on the floor beside the drink table and comes up with one huge smoking lump of dry ice. Marissa’s eyes go wide.

“I studied the whole bar-tending catalog on tasty twist dot bev boss dot com,” he says, “and then I was really feeling it, so I read every single drink recipe on pinterest also. I think I’m picking it up remarkably fast, for an amateur!”

Marissa leans forward and peeks over the rim of the glass. There’s nothing under the huge lump of dry ice except more regular, cubed ice. Thundercracker haphazardly dumps some powdered sugar over the whole thing, and then delicately places one shiny pink shrimp on top.

“For you!” he says, nudging the glass towards her. “I’m gonna call it: The Restless Thumbtack.”

“Uhhh,” Marissa says. “I can’t… drink this.”

Thundercracker frowns. “What? Why not? Does it need crème de cacao? I knew it needed more crème de cacao, hold on a sec, I left the bottle somewhere—”

“It’s not a drink, is the thing,” Marissa says. “Why is there so much ice? Why are there two kinds of ice?”

Suddenly she isn't wondering why no one else is out here at the drink table, anymore.

“It’s fancy ice!” he says, like she’s very silly for not understanding this. “I got fancy ice for you! Not everyone is getting fancy ice tonight, you know.”

“Drinks are supposed to be liquid,” Marissa says. “Ideally, with one or more alcoholic ingredients. What is this, is this—ginger ale and milk?”

“It’s cream, obviously,” Thundercracker says. “Cream goes into drinks! I read it on the internet!”

“Yeah, but it goes into an alcohol, not another mixer! These won’t taste good together at all! And why did you pile the bottom with maraschino cherries!”

“There’s so many liquids,” Thundercracker complains, “how are you supposed to know which liquids go with which other liquids! They’re all just liquids! Now ice, ice is something you can really get your teeth into.”

“Thundercracker, that drink is just crushed up graham crackers in—” she pokes her finger into the glass and sniffs the liquid that sticks to her skin, “—in vermouth.”

“That’s a liquid!” he snaps. He digs his huge hand down into the display of glasses and yanks Marissa’s Restless Thumbtack up towards himself, clutching it to his chest in his palm the way he does to Buster whenever anyone suggests lighting off something explosive inside doggie running range.

“If you’re gonna be like that, maybe I won’t give you your special drink!” he says.

“TC,” Marissa says, putting her hands on her hips, “come on now, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Your drinks are just… very difficult to drink, in a word.”

He looks down at her, glass of powdered ice clutched protectively to his chest, looking as convincingly sad as a kindergartner who has been told his macaroni art is not supposed to be glued to the table. Marissa sighs.

“Please, let me have my special drink,” she says. “It’s Christmas, I’ll be good.”

After a moment of wing twitching, Thundercracker slowly lowers the giant novelty glass into her upraised hands. She pulls it down and gives it an appraising once over. She is extremely conscious of Thundercracker watching her, anxious and expectant.

Oh what the hell. Marissa plucks the jumbo shrimp off the top of the miniature glacier and pops it into her mouth.

The ice she can take or leave, but she’s always liked shellfish.

[junionigiri]

Bakumomo Week Day 1 - Band/Music

art by safri, words by juni :)

Katsuki stares at her across the table, the vast expanse of expensive polished mahogany a mile-wide crevice, splitting their worlds in two. Yaoyorozu Momo, elegant and regal in the type of fancy dress that only rich people bother to wear at home. She’s sipping tea imported from some mountain in China, served in a gold-trimmed porcelain cup. Classical piano plays in the background–Katsuki guesses it’s a nocturne by Chopin, based on how gentle and melancholy the notes sound, how the notes remind him very much of her.

“You’re right, Bakugou-san,” she confirms. “I didn’t know that you also liked classical music! This is surprising.”

The way her whole face glows, with that little bounce that makes her spiky ponytail bob, almost catches him off-guard. Fuck, is this why Ears and those other extras gush about her when she’s excited over some nerdy shit? It’s distracting as fuck.

“Ain’t a big deal,” he grumbles. It’s fucking abnormal how she manages to make even the mundane act of refilling his tea and humming in assent look so damn refined. Even the way she breathes, what the hell.

He grumbles over his tea again and takes a sip of that fancy shit. He makes a face to tell her that he doesn’t enjoy it that much, even though it isn’t bad at all. She gives him a smile that tells him she doesn’t believe him.

“Well, I still think it’s impressive. No offense, but you gave me the impression that you only liked rock music.”

He supposes the dark clothes and wild hair and all the piercings and tattoos he got after graduation from UA would give anyone that impression. As do those jam sessions with Yaoyorozu back in high school, when she played the keyboard while he attacked the drums in precise strikes that look wild to the untrained eye.

Nevertheless, he scoffs. “Judgin’ a book by its cover, Ponytail? I thought you were better than those other losers who assume shit about me.”

“I didn’t mean that at all!” He sees her lower lip trembling in a strangely familiar way. “I wouldn’t ever. Not for you, Bakugou-san. I mean… not when that happened, before.”

So. She’s talking about that thing in Kamino ward. It’s not like Katsuki would ever forget that whole shitstorm, ever. Five years later he still sees the villains lurking in the darkest corners of his mind, hears them arguing for his loyalty in his sleep.

It seems that Yaoyorozu has not forgotten either. He can’t imagine she would, ever. On an afternoon like this when they’re somehow alone, with tea and Jirou’s shitty goth rock playing in the background, she told him how Kamino Ward happened for her. Somewhere in between shopping for shitty disguises and hiding in the crowd after they had extracted him, she thought she died. All of them did. That shit’s too heavy for all of them at fifteen. And yet after all that she insists that she regrets nothing, because in the end Katsuki’s alive and on their side.

She doesn’t fool him though–he saw that tremble in her lower lip and the tremor in her fingers. He wonders if she gets the nightmares too. If she listens to all this music designed to make someone snooze to calm her down when she remembers the things All for One showed them.

“So… classical music,” Yaoyorozu says brightly, cutting through his dark thoughts like a knife. “Do you have any favorites? Any experience playing?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “That hag made me play all sorts of shit.”

“Do tell.”

“The basics. Piano, violin.” She paid for drum lessons too when he got bored of classical, but she fuckin’ regretted that soon enough.

“That’s amazing, Bakugou-san! I wish I knew! We could have played together, and–”

He exposes his teeth in a snarl. “If ya think I’m gonna play that boring snoozefest shit for anyone, think again, Princess.”

He’s called her that for some time now for no other reason than it fits her, and he feels like it. She should have been used to his mouth by now, but there’s always that second where her blood rises to her cheeks that he enjoys wickedly.

“Just when I thought I got used to your rudeness.��� Her cheeks does just that again and it’s so obvious by the way she straightens her back and looks away that she hates it and it makes him decide to call her that over and over. “I suppose if your reason for not playing is simply because you can’t, then your reluctance is more acceptable.”

Katsuki frowns. “Oi. Who says I can’t play?”

Yaoyorozu shrugs. “It’s been years since you picked up the instrument, Bakugou-san. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d simply forgotten.”

Oi, no-one tells Bakugou Katsuki that he can’t fuckin’ do something. A typical extra might be shit after not playing for years, but not him. Yaoyorozu should know, they’ve had these little jam sessions for years and even without Jirou telling him how to play he has enough musical sense to make great music.

It’s so that in the next moment he’s snarling at her about how stupid an assumption that is and drags her by the arm into the music room, stomping the entire time. They aren’t supposed to start playing until Ears and Goth Bird and Pikashit got their asses there, but they’re late and Katsuki will not wait for them to prove himself.

“Bakugou-san?!” Exclaiming in that breathy way of hers is all she can do as Katsuki forces her ass down in front of her grand piano. There’s an interesting shade of red on her cheeks right before he lets her go that he wills himself to ignore.

“Ya think a guy like me forgets shit like this?” There’s an array of string instruments displayed on one side of the room. He isn’t about to touch anything that looks like a Stradivarius or anything like that; he’s confident that he can make great music with any one of them.

She blinks. “I suppose not. So does that mean we’re playing a duet?”

“Whaddya think?” he snaps as he begins tuning the instrument.

Yaoyorozu’s mouth gives way to another amused smile. “All right, Bakugou-san. Which song do you want to play?”

He snorts. “Anything, fuck. Not the boring shit like Canon in D or whatever.”

She rolls her eyes. “I like Pachelbel.”

“Like I said, boring. What are you, a grandma?” he quips. Yaoyorozu would play the hell out of Pachelbel’s canon, but she’s too good for that overplayed shit. He watched her play Stravinsky, for fuck’s sake.

Yaoyorozu huffs. “Well, if you’re so confident, might I suggest the first movement of Beethoven’s Violin and Piano Sonata No. 5? I’m not sure if you’re familiar–”

There’s a glint in her eyes that she often used with him when it’s just the two of them. It’s a look he likes on her–as the years passed she learned not to be afraid to challenge him to anything, even little senseless ones like this.

Katsuki grins. “Spring, huh? Easy. Bring it.”

Yaoyorozu smirks in a pretty way she has absolutely no right to, and begins playing.

They don’t have the sheet music to guide them, just the memory of the song to guide them. Katsuki knows enough of it from secretly practicing with a silent violin he kept in his apartment, whenever he felt restless. Maybe he played with too many accents but that’s how he wants it to sound.

It seems that Yaoyorozu knew enough of the song to play from memory too. There’s a thoughtful look on her face as her pale, graceful fingers fly over the keys. There’s a conscious effort to match the way he plays, giving way to the adlibs and liberties he does with the music and adding her own elegant touch to it. When he closes his eyes, he swears he smells wildflowers all around them, feels the warmth of the sun on his skin.

He opens his eyes and sees Yaoyorozu, and he feels more at ease. The dark melts away with each note they play.

They eventually finish the song. The silence that follows the last note is accompanied by chills and a sense of disbelief.

Yaoyorozu smiles at him, exhilarated, a little shocked laugh coming out of her mouth. “That was amazing,” she says breathlessly, one hand flying to her chest.

“Yeah. I guess,” he replies quietly. It was fucking perfect in every way, and while he expects nothing else from himself, having her there gives a whole new layer to his music, something he can’t define that leaves him elated. Like a drug, maybe. It’s scary.

She turns to face him, eyes shining in excitement. “My heart is going crazy! I’ve never felt this way before… the two of us make lovely music together, don’t we? It’s magic, it must be!!”

His heart’s doing some fucking shit in his chest too, but it isn’t the first time for him. Not around her, at least. It races ever wildly as she stands up and takes a few steps closer to him, peering up his face. He masks that with a tch. “What, like the two of us can make shit music? You know that’s impossible.”

She giggles. “You are incorrigible, Bakugou-san.” Another step closer; he sees a mischievous glint in her eyes that makes him wonder what the fuck she’s up to.

He almost drops the fuckin’ violin when she steps close enough to him to feel her warmth, smell the scent of flowers in her hair, hear the rapid tempo of her heart. He looks up and sees those raven eyes gleaming from up close, filled with unsung words and notes that resonate straight to his chest.

After a quiet moment of hesitation spent with their breaths stuck in their throats, her full mouth opens. “Is it too strange to ask if we could…”

The door bursts open, and in comes Ears, Pikashit and Birdhead, essentially destroying whatever was building up between them. “Hey, sorry we’re late! There were villains on the way here, and we–”

Katsuki can’t stop the expletive that comes out through gritted teeth. That electric dunce’s voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now. Wait, scratch that, the duhhh sound that comes out of his gaping mouth is even more irritating than what should be humanly possible. “Uhhh–wait, what is going on here, what are you two–”

The tension made of whatever snaps between them when Yaoyorozu breaks into giggles. “You aren’t interrupting anything at all, Kaminari-san, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? You two seem like you’re finally about to resolve that years-old sexual tension between the two of you, so if you want, we can go and–”

Katsuki’s palms are just about to spark when Ears nudges the idiot sharply at the side. “Denki that dumbass mouth of yours is gonna get you killed someday,” she hisses not-so-subtly as she begins pulling him aside. Facing the two of them, she says, “We’ll have tea first, Yaomomo and Bakugou, take your time, don’t mind the idiot.”

“Oh, but there’s no need–”

“Revelry in the tea room,” Tokoyami utters, following the bickering couple out of the room. The door closes again behind them, leaving just the two of them.

They stare at the closed door in stunned silence, and then at each other. By this time Yaoyorozu’s face is a touch too pink than it was before, her mouth curled in a bashful smile. “Well… that was embarrassing. I suppose it’s too much to ask to play more music with you, Bakugou-san.”

Fuck. Having that tension addressed so bluntly makes facing her such a struggle now. He ought to kill that blonde bastard, instead of being flustered and shit around her. He clicks his tongue and looks away. “You don’t even gotta ask, Princess. I’ll play all the music ya wanna play.”

Whatever pissed off thought runs through Katsuki’s mind gets derailed when he feels her hand curling around his. He looks at their point of contact, flabbergasted, and then at her face sporting a serene smile.

“All right,” she says with a warm glow to her eyes that’s exactly like spring. “We’re going to make great music together. Just the two of us.”

With that promise made, they leave for the tea room with the beginnings of a beautiful song playing between them.

[b00bconnoisseur]

Hey do all of the greek god asks

Long post alert

Aphrodite: what you find attractive in a person

Lots of stuff really. But in mostly personality and interests over looks. U can be not really the most good lookin but be the most wonderful person. But u could also be the most beautiful thing ive ever laid eyes on but you're trash of a person. So looks dont matter much to me. But in a person i like if we share interests like art, music, books, and if youre really nice and stuff too

Apollo: favourite piece of music

Ooooo thats hardddd. Just ONE?? Howwww?! Ughhhh. Ok hm idk abt a FAVORITE but i really love heavy by johnnie guilbert and uhh i love ghost and heroin by badflower along with a bazillion others

Ares: opinion on war

If u mean infinity war? Um THAT MOVIE WAS SAD BUT AWESOME AF BUT THAT END THO AAAAAAAAA

Artemis: favourite animal and why

Snakesssss. I just really love snakes. I love the creepiness abt the lil beans. I love how they look. AND I LOVE WHEN THEY WEAR LIL HATS

Athena: share a piece of wisdom

Dont eat Oreos with hotsauce kids. It wont taste good

Dionysus: red, white, or rosé?

I do not drinketh wine but i like the color white over the other 2 so let's go with white

Eros: describe your crush

Nsnsnxndnsnsm damn. Ok uh well he likes hp as well. Hes a tumblr user. Annnddd hes nice :) thats all u lil munchkins get. And only 3 ppl know who this is so ha

Hades: do you believe in life after death?

Like heaven/hell? Idk. Sorta. But i don't really believe it as an afterlife. I think of it as u dead, thats where u go. Over with. But the thought of living like a 100 yrs then being gone for the rest of time sounds stupid like cmon those dudes in the bible can live for thousands of years and we get an average of like 75? Nah. But idk yet

Helios: opinion on tanning

I am already tan. I get more pale in winter n stuff but in summer my skin turns a golden brown color more. Kinda like the color of a cooked hotdog?

Hephaestus: do you think disability can ruin a relationship?

Oof hmm. What kind of disability? Like depression? (wait does it count as one?) I say it can yea maybe but if your partner is loving and supportive and is trying to help then i say you'll be okay

Hera: opinion on feminism

Idk i feel like im sort of a feminist myself. Like i hate that women don't have the same rights as men. Dude hear this. Me and my bro were arguing with our grampa about Hillary clinton or having a woman President and so my bro said to my grampa "so if tam (me) ran for President u wouldn't vote for her? Just cause she's a girl?" And my grampa said "*laughs* yeah i mean i love ya hun but women dont need to be president. Its a mans job. Men are supposed to be the leaders not women. Tge bible says so. No i wouldn't vote for u" and i got pissed cause wtf man??? What's wrong with u?? And then we kept arguing and then he was like *fake laughs* nah i was jk hun u know id vote for u youre my granddaughter. And i called him a liar and that he was lying because i know when hes lying. Then he started being racist abt smtn and then my mom got fed up and we left. I wouldn't talk to my grampa and he got mad so he said I was the one being stupid. Yeah sure ok believe that

Hermes: last text you sent

Uh it was to my best friend and it was "Not a big fan of hp huh?" But before that it was "That's not fai!r everyone has that one book they dont finish when they start on another. And when they dont finish it it usually means they weren't that interested in it. Or they really wanna read this new book cause its hard to focus on the old book when u have the new book and can read it whenever instead"

Persephone: is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?

I say its a thing!! Everythings changing and i dont think its for the better

Poseidon: list three fears

1. Momo coming to life and chasing after me and finally catching me then making me stare closely into her eyes while killing me slowly

2. Spiders ( @cristal-kyd1280 including jarvis)

3. Dying/dying by me being stupid like skydiving or eating a cup of apple seeds for no reason

Zeus: three places you want to travel to

@dirtysocke in georgia

@mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye in the Netherlands

@cristal-kyd1280 a few hrs away from me

Demeter: favourite season and why

FALL CAUSE ITS THE BEST AND U CAN F I T E ME ON IT

Pan: opinion on gay rights

I fucking WHOLEHEARTEDLY support gay rights!!! I feel fucking ashamed cause i haven't always......(thanks mom, dad) but over the years ive gotten a bit more supportive and stuff but especially in summer last year one day after our shift at the library whenever my friend cadence came out as pan/bi/gay to me while she waited with me for my parents to pick me up. Also especially since i got tumblr and saw how amazing the lgbtq are. Like dude most of my friends are gay um and its fucking awesome?? Like for example dude my friend lucas is bi and i could talk to him abt boys n stuff and how cute different dude celebrities are xD Also i learned alot abt what pansexual and bisexual and stuff was exactly (my mom fuckin told me pan was when a person likes anyone. Even ANIMALS. She fuckin disgusted me like wtf who says that??) But now I'm ready to fight whenever any one even my fam starts being homophobic. Also i want to start reading more about the lgbtq. (I loved svthsa) But yea i say gay rights should be supported by fuckin EVERYONE and NO ONE should be homophobic and if u are like bitch keep that shit to yourself before i slug u

Hestia: describe your ideal house

Idk? Like i want an apartment for a while before an actual house yknow? But when/if i do get one eventually idk id like....just a house? Not a big one but not tiny either. Uhhh i wsnt a room just for my books and one for like an art room. Besides that? I cant think of anything lol

Dude it took like an hr and a half to answer all these holy shit

[dreammutual-remade]

high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕��💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #359

“Legion, Magic by Alex”

[Karla] I knew those bloodstains weren't just decoration.

[Sammn] - is disturbed and distracted, catching sight of Helm walking around, trying to straighten up. Legion hops slightly closer.

[Doc] Uh Helm? You should come over her by me. -signing as well as speaking-

[Helm] - snorts and heads over, walking as close to the walls as possible.

[Karla] Any other terms to this 'agreement?'

[Legion] - it's green eye watches as the orange one cracks open. Slowly, one of the tendrils snakes out toward Sammn. - The terms set forth before, are the ones we accepted. We shall not harm those residing here.

[Karla] Reaches over to poke Sammn. - Concentrate...

[Sammn] - startled, she jumps, then stumbles. Before anyone can react, Legion lashes out and wraps one tendril around her wrist. Her eyes go wide and she freezes.

[Doc] I have my eye on you there.

[Karla] Sammn?

[Legion] - let's go and hops back. Where it grabbed her, the skin is blackened. - All we were doing, was our end of the deal. All traces of us.... Are gone.

[Doc] Sammn? Are you hurt???

[Sammn] - blinks a few times - I don't think so...

[Doc] So about this Herobrine... And also Chester made a good point, did your Betrayer fit the description of a NOTCH?

[Sammn] Brian? - looks around, confused, then flinches and rubs her side - The Imposter... he was attacking. He hurt him. I was trying to get to him, and...

[Karla] It sounds like s rescue mission may be in the offing.

[Doc] I know what you're implying, and I heard what you did to that little town with Cp. I'm not getting more lightbulbs for that thing, and you are not going with us.

[Karla] Little snort-

[Helm] - suddenly rushes over to Sammn, signaling frantically - Your bleeding!

[Doc] -checks Sammn for injuries-

[Sammn] - stumbles in a circle, looking. There is a spot of darker blue on her side, not large, but damp. - Oh, it's not much...

[Doc] Let me see Sammn.

[Sammn] - turns - It's fine. Nothing to worry over.

[Doc] with a slight smirk-  Don't be Cp Sammn.

[Legion] - coils it's tendrils up and watches, a amused grin on its face.

[Sammn] I am most definitely not. It's... Not important.

[Helm] - dashes out to go dig through the chests in the front room.

[Doc] I will fill this room with dragon and immobilize you Sammn. You know I'll do it. Show me.

[Sammn] Fine! - pulls up the edge of her dress just enough to see. There is a pattern of shallow wounds, forming a strange symbol. It's weeping slightly.

[Doc] That's better. - They pull out a jar of slightly green mush and smear the paste on the wound. It's mostly made out of Lie's healing flowers and it cools the sting of the cuts and starts to mend the little wounds.

[Karla] Has a closer look at the symbol-

[Sammn] - frustrated sigh - It won't work, or rather stay healed long.

[Legion] That is the reason you are you.... And not part of us.

[Doc] Somehow I don't think being constantly in a small amount of pain is needed for it to work properly

[Sammn] - shrugs - Normally it's fine, it only bleeds when used or triggered. The benefits outweigh the cons.

[Doc] I'm still going to get some jingly pain flowers from Lie for you.

[Sammn] Wait... I can remember what the hell it is! - turns to look at Legion - There are still gaps... I thought...

[Legion] - tendrils coiling nervously - We up held our end of the deal. Only memories of before do we ever bother with, the block we removed. Any gaps left, are not from us.

[Doc] So one dream or meditation session is still in order. Got it.

[Sammn] Atleast we are making some progress, slowly.

[Doc] whisper types to Sammn specifically- I wonder what would happen if Cp touched Legion's mind? If he'd discover anything interesting?

[Sammn] - shrugs & shakes head.

[Doc] still typing- You'd have to lure them over there though. Since it can't be touched.

[Karla] You're both being very quiet over there...

[Helm] - comes back in, holding a couple of potions. Once spotting Sammn, they head over and try to force her to take the bottles.

[Sammn] - She tries to turn the potions down, but Helm is becoming pushy. Finally she just takes them, stashing them in her inventory. Helm snorts, frowns then heads back out. - That may be easier said than done. For now, I'll keep Legion here, I have an idea or two, but... I need to rest. This was more than I expected.

[Doc] I understand, I hate to wait but rushing into something unprepared is bad too. You rest and contact m as soon as you're ready to tackle this.

[Karla] I presume I can get a ride back from you Doctor?

[Doc] Yesssss. I think you and I need to have a salt talk anyway...

[Karla] Adjusts the Wunderwaffe a little and stands ready - this should be entertaining...

[Doc] humph. Goodnight Sammn.

[Doc] Is flying with the other Doctor riding between hir shoulderblades. They were talking but it's been punctuated by several uncomfortable silences. The humming of the wunderwaffe is also a bit of white noise that making it hard for Doc to concentrate properly.

[Karla] I take it you regret inviting me?

[Doc] Grits hir teeth- No... But your attitude makes my skin crawl.

[Karla] Artful laugh- You wouldn't be the first to be discomfited, many prudes have disliked me.

[Doc] It's not like that! I don't have any place to comment on things like that! Gods know my mate and I are kinky.

[Karla] Sure you are....

[Doc] Irritated snort as xe lands in Lie's yard.- Just go please.

[CP] Is on top of the pouting tree and looks over the edge- The fuck are you two doing?

[Doc] Huffs- Coming back from a literal deal with a demon...

[Karla] It could have gone much worse.

[CP] - You make deals with demon's all the time

[Doc] Yeah...  but this one was exorcised from a friend and then not immediately banished. I'm still not happy leaving her alone with it.

[Karla] Demons are literal and procedure obsessed. It's one of their major weaknesses.

[CP] Yawns a little- Whatever, after having lived where I lived?  That sort of shit is boring as fuck

[Doc] Well considering what they had to say you might not rest so easy Cp.

[Karla] hops easily down from Doc as if they were an extra large horse-

[CP] - I'm not resting easy at the moment anyways

[Doc] I know the feeling... wait, why?

[CP] - Lie's been restless for several nights now, can't sleep if she doesn't dumb ass

[Doc] Oh...

[Karla] It's likely the baby putting pressure on her organs. I assume she's been urinating a lot too?

[CP] - I dunno, we don't actually have any need to pee

[Karla] It wouldn't stop the child shifting around and kicking at her organs though. That can keep anyone awake.

[Doc] Is that normal????

[Karla] Very much so.

[CP] - At least she gets a little sleep...

[Doc] Taps hir claws on the cobble walk. - Does it rest you at all when you're controlling someone else's dream?

[CP] - No

[Doc] There has to be some way for you to get some rest without having nightmares...

[CP] - Yeah, it's called sleeping with my wife

[Doc] Flicks hir tail fluff in annoyance- Besides that!

[CP] - I doubt it

[MA] -Passing by distantly, balancing a few shards ontop of his staff absent mindedly-

[Doc] Perks at their proximity. - Hey Ma!

[Karla] Your mother is here?

[Doc] No!

[MA] -Spins on his heel to trot over, not losing a single shard in the sharp turn- Yesss?

[Karla] Remarks on his poise and balance. - This one has a flair for showmanship. Like a stage magician.

[Doc] This is Magic Alex. Ma this is Dr. Karla Emmerich

[MA] You have to be pretty controlled to practice magic! A pleasure to meet you, Doctor Karla! -A small bow-

[CP] Just groans in annoyance-

[Karla] Returns his flourish and the wunderwaffe pulses some extra light in time with her movements. - You as well. I appreciate the sleight of hand.

[Doc] You would like arts that emphasise fooling people...

[MA] I can pickpocket faster than a Lightfoot! And that's saying something. -Tilts his staff and the shards fall into his sleeve- So, what're we doing over here?

[Doc] Discussing the ball of stress that can't relax- thumbs a claw at Cp.

[CP] - Oh shut up!

[Karla] Don't you mean a flannelfoot?

[MA] No! But I suppose it's quite similar. A lightfoot is a fast thieving dinosaur from my seed! And if he can't relax, I can certainly help!

[CP] - Fuck.  Off.

[Doc] What's your idea Ma?

[MA] Well, there's always hypnotism, a spell, an affected item so you can just get it out and relax....

[Doc] What's hypnotisim?

[MA] It's where you basically uhhh... Make someone do what you want, basically. It's so easy to hypnotize Mix, for example. -Leans in and whispers conspiratorially- It's how I got her to clean her room as a kid.

[CP] - You are not doing that to me!

[MA] It's not a matter of doing it or not, it's a matter of holding you down long enough!

[CP] Instantly flies up higher-

[Karla] Now that I would like to see- Hahaha

[Doc] Looks up - I bet if I asked Lie and told her why we wanted to do it, she'd just tell you to let us.

[CP] - Not happening

[Doc] Stands up like a gopher so xe can talk quieter to him- Not even if your mate said so?

[CP] - No!- Warily floats away from Doc

[MA] -Lets them talk it out patiently while picking at his nails. He's got time, after all-

[Doc] Cause I could just go ask- Takes a slightly awkward step nearer the house-

[CP] Growls a little-

[Doc] Takes another step towards the room and calls out in a normal voice- Hey Lie?

-No response, but there is a bit of noise from the workroom-

[Lie] Comes out the workroom door.  It's obvious she's super tired as she forgets to shut the door behind her- CP?

[CP] - Yeah?

[Lie] - I want chips...

[agent-7-at-your-service]

Future Plot: Here Comes the Next Gen (Reboot) - Chapter 2 (Part 1)

(( Celeste, Willow, Veronica, Marcus, Future Robin, and Future Mint belong to @alpinesquid

Telemachus, Justinian, and Future Agent 7 belong to me

Camille belongs to @inklingleesquidly

Nebula belongs to @myzzy and @agenttwo / @nyanamo

Emerald and Sapphire belong to @son-of-joy and @twelvetailedkitsune ))

Celeste

“Go, Celeste!”  Willow was cheering her best friend on in a football -- or soccer – match.

This is supposed to be Celeste’s final match before she moves on to other hobbies like weapons modding and movie marathons. Celeste had no regretting participating in this port, and it was a great experience for her.

The ball is passed to Celeste, she brought the ball to the opposition’s goal, and she had one shot to get another score for her team.

Kick!

The ball was sent flying into the goal, and it was so fast that the goalie wasn’t able to reach and hit it away. The game finally ended. Celeste’s team won.

That weekend…

It was movie night. Her parents, Robin and Mint were allowing her to set one up for the first time along with a slumber party, and they were going to assist. Celeste invited some close friends to this special event at her place:  Willow, Veronica, Marcus, Camille, and Nebula. And there were some new faces she wanted to invite: Telemachus and his aforementioned friend from Alexandria District. And to make things interesting, Nebula and Camille invited friends of theirs. Celeste made sure they brought sleeping bags and clothes for the night.

At the moment, Robin and Mint were helping make the popcorn and drinks. The green and red inkling Veronica and the yellow and pink inkling Marcus were already sitting comfortably in the living room where the movie night was going to be. Willow and Nebula were hanging out on the apartment balcony.

A doorbell rang and Camille immediately ran over to open it. “That must be them.” She opened the door. “Emmy! Sapphy! You made it!”

Emerald and Sapphy are sisters. Both girls are dark-skinned with Humboldt squid eyes, but they were each different. Emerald has reddish pink eyes and green ink-hair, and she wore a simply sailor shirt, a pair of school shoes, and Octoglasses.  Sapphire has green eyes and blue ink-hair, and she wears a long-sleeved forest green hoodie, a pair of octoling boots, and a unique bobble hat.

“We came as soon as we can,” Sapphire replied with an innocent smile.

“So this is where the movie night’s going to be?” Emerald asked.

“Well yeah—“ Camille is interrupted by Celeste.

“Hey there, welcome to movie night! Come right in!” Celeste welcomed.

As Emerald and Sapphire entered, Telemachus and his friend arrived. Camille noticed them arrive and responded with a cringe and later a forced smile. Telemachus noticed and sighed before giving a forced smile as well.

“Telemachus, I’m glad to see you.” Celeste then noticed his friend. “And this must be your friend?”

“Hello, Camille. Hello, Celeste.” Telemachus then introduced his friend. “This is Justinian Euphemia, Agent 7’s protégée—“

“Uhhh…. Telemachus, I don’t think they need to know me as that.” Justinian scratched the back of his head, sheepishly.

Justinian is a unique inkling, likely of European origin. He had fair light and brick red ink-hair. He wore this brown trench coat over a yellow button shirt, beige shorts, and red sneakers. The attire came along with a blue badge and a red scarf.

Justinian actually recognizes Camille as one of the Neo-Squid Sisters. “Wait, Camille is here? Then that means…..” He began to blush.

“Yeah, yeah, my cousin’s here.” Camille has arms were crossed, and she gave Justinian and smirk. “Telemachus kind of mentioned that you have a crush on Nebby.”

“So what kind of movie are we going to expect this movie night?” Telemachus politely asked.

“There were a lot of films I wanted to try, but I think you guys would love this one.” Celeste had the disc-case.

Celeste had Telemachus and Justinian come into the apartment so that the movie night can begin. She hopes this film she chose would be a movie that everyone can enjoy tonight. Everyone gathered in the living room, Robin and Mint finished making the popcorn (and kettle corn) and drinks, and the movies disk is inserted into the television’s movie player.

Justinian tried to sit as close to Nebula as possible while Telemachus tried to sit between Camille and Celeste. Celeste sat beside Willow, Veronica, and Marcus, holding one of the bowls of popcorn.  Camille and Nebula were sitting with Sapphire and Emerald with Sapphire holding onto the bowl of kettle corn.  Robin and Mint decided to join the movie night, sitting with their daughter.

The event ended with Celeste taking a selfie of herself with everyone.

Celeste was hanging out with Camille and Nebula in the cafeteria. Camille was still not into the fact that Agent 7 is both the biology teacher, language arts teacher, and social studies teacher. Nebula didn’t mind it, and Celeste was happy to have Agent 7 has her teacher.

Last week, Camille was requested by Agent 7 to stay after school to discuss something. Celeste and Nebula sort of wondered if she was in trouble or if Agent 7 offered something.

“So, what happened last week,” Celeste began, “Agent 7 asked you to stay in the biology class for a while. What’s up with that?”

“He was offering some program in this district of his.” Camille was eating a grilled sandwich. “I told him I was considering.”

“Have you made your decision?” Nebula seemed interested in what the program is.

“It’s either give up my Winter Break or no get into the automotive tech class,” Camille replied, indicating she’s still deciding.

“The program is for an automotive tech class?” Celeste questioned.

“No, that isn’t the program,” Camille explained, “Seven offered me a program that can get me into my automotive tech class, and all I need to do is do some training.”

“Training for what?” Nebula questioned.

“How should I know?” Camille started finishing her lunch. She had a soda pop in hand. “He never really explained it other than that is for ‘kids like you’ or whatever.”

“Kids like us?” Celeste raised an eyebrow. “That’s some weird program he’s offering.”

“You know what; maybe Celeste and I should talk to Agent 7 about this. I’ll go see him at the end of school just like you--” Nebula knows something is up.

“Way ahead of you, I’ll go talk to him right now!” Celeste gets up and runs off, eating her lunch while on the way to see Agent 7.

“Hey, Celeste, hold on for sec!” Nebula didn’t have that in mind. She sighed in frustration when Celeste already left. “Oh, there she goes.” Celeste sighs and shakes her head.

Celeste was eager to talk with Agent 7. She made her way from the cafeteria all the way to the teacher’s lounge. The teachers know she isn’t supposed to trespass here, but Agent 7 was able to give Celeste his protection before they can act.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. There’s no need for someone to be in detention. Miss, come with me.” Agent 7 approached Celeste and then escorted her outside the teacher’s lounge. “Celeste, you know you shouldn’t just come into the lounge in like that. “

“I’m sorry.” Celeste bowed a bit. “I was looking for you in there because I want to talk to you!”

“You must be Robin’s daughter.” Agent 7 can tell from the eyes. “You have her starry eyes.”

“Well… of course I do!” Celeste salutes, taking the compliment. “My name is Celeste Anne Weever, at your service, Agent 7.”

“That’s my line.” Agent 7 laughed a bit. “Were you looking for me in that lounge?”

“Y-yeah! I wanted to talk about the offer you gave to Camille!” Celeste began out loud.

“Whoa, keep it down.” Agent 7 expected this to happen. “First off, does anyone else know about the offer? Did anyone find out?”

“Just me and Nebula, no one else,” Celeste replied.

Agent 7 sighed and shook his head. He took off his flat cap and wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead. He puts it back on and adjusted his bowtie.

“Well then, I will allow you to sign up as well,” Agent 7 warned. “There will be an interview for my program on the winter solstice. I think I forgot to tell Camille that.”

“I’ll tell her then!” Celeste then runs off again, thinking that asking Agent 7 about the program was too easy. “Thank for the chit-chat, Agent 7!”

Celeste and Telemachus were hanging out more often ever since they met at Arowana Mall. Sometimes Willow and Camille would tag along with them, but it was it was Celeste and Telemachus alone most of the time.

Today, Telemachus wanted to show Celeste something special: The Alexandria District. He wanted to reveal something about his Agent status to Celeste. There was a reason he was named Neo-Agent 3, and there was more than just training and missions that brought him up the ranks of an Agent.

They arrive at the place on a jeep. Alexandria District was like a city of it own, but it was like a military base, a university, a cultural center, a museum, an arboretum, a science facility, and a mall all mix together into this massive institute.

It was like nothing that Celeste has imagined. She was in awe.

“We won’t be taking a tour around this place… We’ll be going somewhere more… private.” Telemachus hold Celeste’s hand and took her into the district.

Celeste wanted to see everything, but she sighed and allowed Telemachus to take her to wherever this private place was. And that private place turns out to be an apartment complex in a dormitory near a school he attends called “Tenjin Academy”. It was specifically built for him by his request to Agent 7.

Next to the apartment door, there were three nameplates:  Telemachus Ogygia, Sandra Syer, and Angela Ramosel.  Inside, the place was fully furnished and well-decorated to give off this warm feeling. It felt more like a maisonette rather than an apartment. There were a living room and kitchen on the first floor and the bedroom on the second floor. The bedroom was sparsely decorated and has three beds. He had a full view of the arboretum from a large window.

“Wow, Agent 7 actually spent a lot to time and cash for this place?” Celeste was in awe at how the apartment is designed. “It’s like I’m in one of those apartments from that magical girl anime.”

“The one with the soul gems and the witches?” Telemachus look at her quickly, sounding interested.

“Yeah!” Celeste grinned.

“Oh….. Uhm…” Telemachus returned to being calm. “To answer your question, yes, Agent 7 paid for this apartment.”

Telemachus made sure to take off his shoes and put them in a shoe rack before entering. Celeste did the same. Celeste wondered about the nameplates, Sandra and Angela, assuming they’re living with him. She decided to talk to him about that during lunch; Telemachus offers her some tea, cheesecake, and fruits.

They had a small chat about their week. Then Celeste asked about

“So, who are Sandra and Angela?” Celeste began.

Telemachus is aware of those nameplates. “Oh, those nameplates were installed in advance. They’re exchange students that are coming in about six months.

“Oh, so they aren’t here?” Celeste took a sip of her tea.

“Not yet,” Telemachus confirmed. He cut a small piece from his cheesecake slice with a fork and ate it. “Anyway, I should tell you something. It’s a confession about my Agent status.”

“A confession?” Celeste gave Telemachus a confused look.

“So, you know how I’m called Neo-Agent 3?” Telemachus took another small piece from her cheesecake slice. “Have you ever wondered how I was able to earn that title and Agent status?”

Celeste nods eagerly, thinking that he’ll reply with some Agent wisdom. Telemachus shook his head in disappointment, frowning at her eagerness. Celeste stopped grinning.

Telemachus then told a story:

“Before my arrival in Inkopolis, I was living with my mom on the islands of Iwo Jima. My mother was a leader of an Organization that once had eyes on Inkopolis, but they were always stopped by this one Inkling, Agent 7.”

Telemachus took a sip of his tea before continuing.

“One day, my mother told me who my father and she sent me off to live with him in Inkopolis. I ended up living with him in the Alexandria District, and I tried to follow in his footsteps. He was surprised to have a son but wasn’t surprised by who my mother was. And from that day, we got along to an extent.”

Telemachus tears up a bit, looking down with a slight glare.

“And it was from that day I was put through some quick training as an Agent. I didn’t like it, but I did it for my father. When the training was over, I was honored to carry on the legacy of Agent 3, devoting to doing what they did all those years ago.”

Celeste could believe what she’s hearing. At first, it was all confusing, but she slowly put all of this together and realized something about Telemachus. “So... the reason you’re Neo-Agent 3 is that…?”

Telemachus looked at her with a calm teary face. He nods. “My father is Agent 7. And my mother is his old arch-enemy, Calypso. And I only became an Agent because of my father and because of favoritism. That is my secret.”

Celeste found this polarizing. How Telemachus became Neo-Agent 3 sounded wrong, but she tells that he’s feeling pain from bringing up such a past. A secret is a secret to Celeste, and she knows what to say.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Celeste tried to cheer him up. “You’re secret is safe with me.”

Telemachus smiled slightly.  

To Be Continued...

[gheysnakeredacted]

All the asks :3c

Das a lot AND answers all my other ones 

(Warning, gets depressing at some points)

Sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise!

Are you mentally ill?

I mean, I haven’t been diagnosed(yet) but I have a feeling I might have some form of depression. (I’m going to see a doctor soon for sure at some point to test this out) and possible ADHD

Are you physically ill?

Does back pain count?

What is the most expensive thing you have bought?

My entire Disney trip that I paid out of pocket

Do you have a job?

Yes! I have two!

Are you in school?

Ye

Are you a dropout?

Nah

Are you in college?

Ye

Introvert or extrovert?

Somehow, I think i’m in-between. Depends on the day.

What do you think when you look at your body?

Big, has weird ass teeth.

What have others said when they look at your body?

Soft?? idk they say im pretty but only at me eyes.

Do you have a particular song that you feel deeply?

Young and Menace by FOB and just, I have a lot but that is just what i’m hyper-fixated on now (and Fever The Ghost which is a really good animated music video)

Talk about a time in your life where you have felt most alive?

Uhhh probably the last time I went on vaca to NH. Good times.

Are you confident wearing a bikini?

Nah. I’m not even confident wearing a one-piece.

Can you look people in the eyes while talking?

Most of the time, but sometimes I can’t.

Has anything terrible happened to you?

Let’s just leave it at ‘yeah’. 

Has anything wonderful happened to you?

Yee

Favorite part of your personality?

idk I’d have to say how I can make people laugh really easily? 

Least favorite part of your personality?

hyper-sensitive to everyone’s emotions which sucks at points because it can really effect my mood

Favorite part of your body?

Hands?

Least favorite part of your body?

idk?/

Favorite quote?

“The first and simplest emotion which we discover in the human mind, is curiosity” - Edmund Burke   

Do you have friendships with all genders?

Yeah Do you have a good relationship with your father?

So and so. I love him but sometimes he needs to just, chill. 

Do you have a good relationship with your mother?

Absolutely not!

Do you have a good relationship with your siblings?

I mean, my brother hates me unless I buy him food and my sister tries to hard but I think its not on the hate or good. 

Have you ever been hurt physically or mentally by a family member?

Both.

Have you ever had a near death experience?

No?? not that I can think of at least.

Do you know anyone who has taken their own life?

Yeah but I didn’t know him well. 

Have you ever tried to take your own life?

Fortunately no. I haven’t gotten the energy to do such things which is good. 

Biggest lie you have told?

Me telling my parents I’m straight when they asked me about my relationship with another girl. 

Do you follow any conspiracies?

nah

Do you believe in a New World Order?

sure if it makes all this shit around me just Stop.

Do you respect your government and the way your country is run?

What government?? I got no government or President at the moment. Just a monkey and his underlings of death!

Is there currently any strife in your country?

Take a wild fucking guess. 

Have you ever been displaced within your country?

All the time my dude. 

Are your friendships healthy?

Yeah I’d say they’re good! (unless i’m unintentionally being bad to my friend then idk that just egh)

Are you currently fighting with a friend?

Noep

Are you jealous of a friend? Why?

I’m jealous of my friend going to this art school I wanted to go to because I have no money to go but its not their fault. I just wanted to go with them. 

Do you believe in the Illuminati?Do you think any celebrities are associated with the Illuminati? Who?

Nah.

How can people tell you are nervous?

Don’t make eye contact with me at all.

How can people tell you are sad?

Cracking of the voice. 

Do you ever express your true feelings?

Most of the time I don’t have a filter so yeah. I do a lot. 

Regrets in your life?

Not drawing more.

Achievements in your life?

Some of my art got put on display at my college’s art gallery so that was nice. And I bought a car. 

What did people say about you in school?

Gay? Gay.

What did you say about people in school?

I don’t know any of that drama. Not a fuck. 

Is there something you have never told anyone?

Yeah I guess. 

Have you committed an illegal act?

noep

If you had two days to spend one million dollars how would you spend it?

Pay upfront my dream college tuition then pay for a small cozy house and then give the rest to my friends/family. 

What were your aspirations at age 5, 10, 15, 18?

5 I can’t remember, 10 I wanted to paint clouds for a living, 15 I wanted to die, and 18 I wanted to move out of my house AND die. 

Describe your first kiss? Was it how you imagined?

Messy and clumsy. Did not expect, after living in my heterosexuality household, for it to be a girl. 

Growing up were you in a wealthy, average, or low income household?

Average, low income, then average again. 

Are you from a broken marriage?

Yes.

Have you been raised by a solo parent?

No.

Do you know both your parents?

No. 

What colour eyes, hair and skin do you have?

My eyes are grey, my hair is dirty blonde, and my skin is pale. 

Have you abused drugs or alcohol?

No

What languages can you speak?

Just English. 

Do you conform to your societies standards?

To get paid? Yeah. 

Do you cry often?

No. 

Do you tell people what you think of them?

Only when its my close friends and its just sappy compliments. 

Are you comfortable accepting compliments?

I guess, sometimes I feel as though I don’t deserve them though. 

Are you comfortable giving compliments?

ABSOLUTELY!!!

Is any mental illness hindering your life?

My depression sometimes makes it hard to drive without being constantly bombarded with intrusive thoughts. 

Is any physical illness hindering your life?

Nah.

Do you keep up with current events?

So and so. 

What’s the latest news in the world you have heard/read?

Protests against nurses in Boston? idk what it was about though since I saw it briefly while I was at work this morning.

What have you done today?

I got up at 5 am to go to work, then got home to draw a little, and now i’m spending my time doing this. 

Do you sleep well?

Sometimes.

Do you sleep badly?

Most of the time. 

Have you ever hurt anyone because you were hurting?

Yes. 

Has anyone ever hurt you because they were hurting?

Super yes. 

Have you ever had to end a friendship/relationship? Why?

Yes I had to end my relationship with my best friend when I was young, because of our parent’s disputes. 

Have you ever stopped someone from hurting themselves?

Yes..

Has anyone ever stopped you from hurting yourself?

No. 

Do you like your laugh?

idk. 

Are you preparing for an apocalypse? And what kind?

no not really. 

Do you have any funny family stories?

One time I found a garter snake in my old house’s yard and began to run around the adults carrying it. There was a lot of screaming. 

Are you religious?

Not really. 

Do you like to watch true crime shows or movies?

I watched a lot of CSI:Miami and Criminal Minds when I was younger :D

Are you interested in cults?

Nope. 

Would you like to raise a family in your country?

Maybe. 

List some things you wanted in your childhood but never got?

Confidence. 

Is there a large age gap between you and a sibling?

Uhh the biggest age gap I think is my brother which is 9 years. 

Are you from a blended family?

Yes!

Do you believe in marriage? Why/Why not?

I only believe in marriage if there is good communication and a good understanding of each other. 

What is the nicest thing anyone has said to you?

One time, this little girl came up to the window and she said I was beautiful. I almost started to cry. (and like, my friends complimenting me that makes my day too)

Do you keep a journal?

I used to! Don’t got time for that now!

Would anyone be hurt by reading it?

I mean second hand embarassment if you read my old one. 

Do you have children?

No

Have you been pregnant?

No!!

List your favorite movies?

The Iron Giant, Scooby Doo and The Cyberchase/Alien Invaders, The Lego Movie, idk just a lot of movies. 

List your favorite people?

uhhh my friends, just. All of them? Too many to name but I love them all. 

Talk about the birthmarks and scars on your body?

I have a crescent shaped scar/indention on my face because I rammed myself into a coffee table when I was young. 

Do you look after yourself?

Lol no. 

Do you put yourself or others first?

Ye!

Are you happy today?

Sort of. 

Are you loved?

I think so? 

[daeynore]

All the odds for the ask meme! Switching it up :0

putting this under a read more, because its long af. thank you for the ask!!

probably shouldve expected that1.  Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  spotify3. what color are your eyes?bluish green5. what is your relationship status? 

single

7. what color hair do you have?

dyed purplish gray on the top, brown on the sides

9. where do you shop?

for clothes, hot topic, for other shit, target

11. favorite social media account

idk honestly

13. any siblings?

1 younger brother

15. favorite snapchat filter?

i dont really use them enough to have a favorite

17. how many times a week do you shower?

5-6, i try to do every other day.

19. shoe size?

like, 10? i think?

21.sandals or sneakers?

sneakers

23. describe your dream date

an aquarium with lots of jelly fish. or some sort of disney themed place. maybe a mall, too. dunno really.

25. what color socks are you wearing? 

not wearing any socks

27. do you have a job? what do you do? 

cant legally get one yet, i have an application ready for hot topic though.

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

uhhh i dont know? 

31. 3 favorite boy names

i dont know lmao

33. favorite actor? 

laura bailey, probably. or liam o’brien

35. who is your celebrity crush?

if this includes people on youtube then ya boi lt. eddy lmao

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

i havent been able to read much anymore. i cant choose my favorite between carry on, in the shadow of blackbirds, and ill give you the sun

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? 

winter, bc of my battlenet name and my twitch name. id love to have more though lmao they make me feel special

41. top 10 favorite songs

ohhhhh jeez. ok. these arent in any order

your heart is a muscle the size of your fist by ramshackle glory

constant headache by joyce manor

sloppy seconds by watsky

i love you honeybear by father john misty

no one by project46

pink summer by summer camp

lose it by oh wonder

daughter of space by steam powered giraffe

shelter by porter robinson and madeon

back pack by ajj

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

i dont know, honestly

45. how many kids do you want? 

zero!!!!!

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium sized, i would say.

49. what was the last compliment you received?

someone said they liked my art style ;v;

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

like 8? i think?

53. opinion on smoking?

if you do it, then im not going to judge, as long as youre not hurting anyone. ill never fucking do it though, its pretty gross.

55. what is your dream job? 

the lead in some amazing broadway show, voice acting/creating characters for disney, or playing a princess or something at disneyland

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

nah. i dont really even use them since i bring my own

59. do you smile for pictures?

i try to cover it when i do bc i am...how u say...ugly as fuck

61. have you ever peed in the woods? 

no

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

mcdonalds

65. what do you wear to bed? 

shorts and a t-shirt, maybe a tank top if its really hot

67.  what are your hobbies?

drawing, playing overwatch, singing

69. do you play an instrument?

used to play violin! it hurt my wrist really bad so i stopped.

71. tea or coffee?

coffee i guess. i usually only get those frozen coffee things from dunkin donuts.

73. do you want to get married?

eventually! i honestly already have the Dream Wedding planned lmao.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

maybe! i really like my last name though. we’ll see.

77. do you miss anyone right now? 

dear lord yes

79. do you believe in ghosts?

kind of. id like to believe theyre real, but i know that its super unlikely.

81. last person you called

phone number-wise, my mom. on skype, @lillian-valnala , @im-fueled-by-anger, and @yoshi-flower

83. regular oreos or golden oreos? 

regular

85. what shirt are you wearing? 

an alice and wonderland tank top i got while i was in jerome with my grandma

87. are you outgoing or shy?

a mix of both.

89. do you like your neighbors?  

i guess? no one ever talks to each other. the ones i hated just moved out though. they literally always blasted music throughout the middle of the night

91. have you ever been high? 

no. i am a Good Child.

93. last thing you ate? 

cold pizza.

95. summer or winter? 

winter.

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

dark

99. what is your zodiac sign

virgo.