#[ late to answer but tyvm for sending! ]

[madamhatter]

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so much, dearest hatter. Sophie, please, go to bed."

In the cramped confines of her workspace, Sophie Hatter never considers that the existence of darkness counters her loneliness. 

Just as she fills unclaimed spaces with quiet lament, so too do the shadows. They occupy and co-exist between or behind material objects, moving and changing as much as the light did. One key difference is that her subjection to the living world meant her participation with her shadow sewn to her heels. 

Not too human, not too inhuman either. 

Perched on her aged stool, pencil rolling between her thumb and index finger, Sophie retreats into the farthest corner of her bedroom-turned-office. Curtains drawn, merely a sliver of sicky yellow street lights breach in the dark, flitting with the occasional passing car. 

Her bleary eyes affix to the pencil in her hand, the grip intensifying momentarily. Neglected paperwork from the business owner—no, mother, Sophie amends—returns to hours upon hours of poured labor at her desk, concluding to a drained mind. 

Mother has been preoccupied in recent weeks, but as always, I couldn't leave the work undone—whether she expressly requested it or not. Omitting the details of her rationale, the copper-haired woman presses her lips together, forcing lead to the paper. 

The pencil's scratch, pointed and persistent, breaches the silence of the room as though progress and work have come. Yet, the lead burrows deeper, darkening the curvature of a "t" meant to continue an unfinished statement. Overwhelm, override. Amidst the ghastly awareness and the hollowing horror of recognition, she clings to a familiar cure-all: work. Immersing herself in it would numb the creeping, insidious frustration neath her flesh.  Hopefully, that is. No, assures. She corrects herself once more, amid the interplay of paperwork, shadows, and isolation.

The seamstress adjusts her position, her eyes darting between her work and the curtains. A heavy, uncomfortable presence seems to burrow into her, akin to uninvited eyes observing her like a bird in a white-gilded cage. Her shoulders slump, and the pencil lifts from the page. Taking a deep breath, she presses the lead back down. Yet again, an uneasy weight forms at the base of her throat.

Who is there? What is there?  Squeezing the pencil till her knuckles turn ghostly white, she indignantly turns her face, entertaining her irrational imagination. 

Pure yellow retinas, devoid of irises or pupils, fixate on her. The figment of her worries, brought to life in hues blacker and bluer than ink. The creature, seemingly timid, gazes at her, its head canting slightly, unmistakenly worried.

Her red-rimmed eyes blink once, then again, she softly utters, "Mister Shadow?" 

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so much, dearest hatter. Sophie, please, go to bed."

Sophie's shoulders were tense, barely noticeable, at the eldritch mystery's gentleness. Again, the pencil rolls between her fingers. Raising her eyes, a soft yet unyielding firmness is in her voice: "Mister Shadow, though I appreciate your concern..." Steadily, her tone hints at the weariness of a sharp tongue: "But the work must be done. None of this paperwork can magically finish itself, and every stitch delayed is something closer to breaking." Her gaze flits to the papers. "As you are aware, waiting is not an option for me." 

With a sigh, she leans forward in her chair, her eyes momentarily closing as if seeking a moment of respite. "I have to keep going..." 

Who else will if I don't?

[lcriedlastnight]

Can you write a scenario with Oscar and reader where one of them confesses their feelings while being drunk? Maybe you can also add the next day when their both sober

i love these types of fics! tyvm anon. you are the best ever!

tw: fem!reader, alcohol, bad writing?, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 2k

george has been saying that you have been dancing around your feelings for years. was he right? yes. but that doesn't matter because who in their right mind confesses their love to their friends, friend? because that is really what you and oscar were to each other. friends of friends and you were happy with it staying like that. you would take that over no oscar any day.

george said that he only wanted to help so he sent you oscar's number. you had never, ever used it and you never intended to. george said it was the best way to 'shoot you shot'. you thought he was getting too old for all of this, especially because he was already in a long-term relationship.

george had invited you out with him and his girlfriend, carmen, for a few drinks one weekend when there was no race on. you had agreed because you loved them both and it never felt like you were third wheeling when you were with them. because it’s george, you had all ended up at a club.

you really didn't know how you ended up this drunk. you weren't 'this is so near alcohol poisoning' drunk, you were more 'slurring your words and making decisions you will regret in the morning' drunk. you and carmen danced together on the dance floor while carmen had forced george to get the next round of drinks, even though he had bought the previous round too. "he's the rich f1 driver, not us!" she had shouted in your ear over the music, making you giggle.

as george finds you both with your next round of drinks you decide to sit down for a little while. you sip your drink as you scroll through your phone. this innocent action somehow sparks an evil idea in george's mind.

"you should text oscar!" george shouts, like you wanted everyone in the club to know about your crush. you roll your eyes at his words and look to carmen for support.

she shrugs. "i mean if it goes wrong you can blame it on the drinks and forget it even happened." her words did make sense in your brain. they both look at you in anticipation, george looking like he's going to shit himself with how excited he is.

"okay calm down george. what should i even say?" you ask, your brain too drunk to think of a question. you get opposite answers from them both. carmen says to just tell him you fancy him while george said to build up to it. you go with carmen's idea just to piss george off.

'hey oscar,' you start, telling him who you are in because he probably didn't have your number or have it saved. 'just wwnatef to let you know tjay i like touor whatver' is what you end up sending. you definitely should have gotten one of them to check it before you did, but too late now. you slam your phone down and pick up your drink, throwing it down your throat. you then make george buy you another one because you were going to loose your friendship (if you could even call it that) with oscar.

you give george your phone when you and carmen decide to drag him onto the dance floor because he has pockets. your phone vibrates like someone's calling you in george's pocket three times before he realises that it is because someone is calling you.

"someone is ringing your phone in my pocket!" george shouts, handing you your phone. you roll your eyes at his wording. you point to the doors to tell them where you were going as you answer the call without looking at the caller id.

"hello?" you voice into the phone, wading through the crowd on the dance floor on stumbly feet. "fucking hell, watch where you're going you arsehole!" you shout to the man who barged into you. you hear mumbling from the other end of the phone but it's too loud to hear who they are or what they're saying.

"hold on, i'm trying to get out of this stupid club. stupid fucking idiot george's fault." you blame george even though it is not george’s fault, you like blaming him.

you finally make it outside. you lean against the wall of the club and speak into the phone again. "hi i can hear now."

nothing prepared you for hearing oscar piastri's voice down the phone. if you were sober right now, you would be stumbling over your words so hard right now.

"hi osc! what's up?" you ask down the phone, giving him a nickname in your drunk state.

"are you okay? you texted me that you liked me? i didn't even know you had my number." oscar is concerned on the other end of the phone, for some reason. in your state you are confused as to why.

"i am, yeah. are you? why did you call?" you ask him, voice slurring around your words a little.

the line is quiet as you sway on your feet a little. "i was worried. i'm alright now though, love." oscar replies down the line.

it's your turn to quiet now. "did you get my text, when i said i liked you? carmen told me to do it. george said to ease you into but i did what carmen said to piss off george." you giggle drunkenly down the phone to him. you were going to be embarrassed in the morning, oscar was almost sure of it.

"i did get your text, yeah. i was a little confused though but i understand now. are you with george and carmen now?" oscar's voice is significantly calmer and softer than before, not that you notice.

"not right now. they're inside. i came outside because it was too loud to hear. and this man just walked right into me! i shouted at him, osc don't worry." you ramble as the wind picks up a little. you hear another familiar voice in the mix of oscar's.

"oh wait, sorry for interupting but george is here!" you tell oscar.

"this is where you went! we've been looking for you." george admits as he comes closer, forgetting you were on the phone.

"i literally pointed to the door to tell you where i was going." you tell him, like he was stupid.

george laughs, clearly a lot less drunk than you were. "no you didn't you pointed to the bar." your smug expression falls.

"oh" you reply, oscar letting out a little laugh from the other end of the phone. it reminds you that he's there. "george, oscar called me! he said he got my text." you tell the brit next to you giddily.

"that's amazing but you should maybe say bye to oscar so we can go inside and book a taxi to get us home." george speaks to you like a father talking to his teenage daughter. you whine in response.

"can't i just wait out here and stay on the phone with him?" you beg, not wanting to hang up even though you weren't really letting oscar get a word in edgeways. george shakes his head while oscar stays quiet. "it's too cold, say bye to oscar." he says taking your phone off of you.

"bye, oscar. love you." you mumble out to him sadly. he can't help but laugh at your sad voice.

"night, sweet girl. stay warm f'me yeah?" oscar replies, voice sweet like honey. it has you smiling like a kid in a sweet shop. george rolls his eyes. you giggle as george forces you into the arms of carmen, who you didn't even notice was standing there. you almost fall into her arms as george talks to oscar.

"sweet girl, huh?" george takes the chance to tease oscar about his affection for you. oscar grumbles out a "shut up."

"when are you going to tell her? she's told you." george asks, never missing a chance to get involved in someone else's drama. especially relationship drama. oscar sighs at his words, thinking them over.

"i'll go see her tomorrow, i'm sure she'll need a hand getting over her hangover." oscar comments, his mind stuck on your well being tonight.

george says his goodbye's then hands you back your phone as you all head inside and wait for the taxi.

that's the last thing you remember from last night and if you were being honest.. you wished you stopped remembering earlier in the night because why on earth did you tell oscar multiple times that you liked him. and then there was the end of the phone call when you told him you loved him. you did not know that you loved him. not until last night apparently.

you are currently laying in your bed, guessing that george and carmen had helped you into bed last night. you are still wearing your dress from last night and your curtains are still open, which was what woke you up this morning. you can never usually sleep long when you have been drinking but it was worse time with light beaming in through the window, your own personal alarm.

you sit up on your bed, your dress wasn't the only thing from last night you still had on, your face smudged with remnants of your once perfect makeup and your hair.. well it looked like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards, to put it lightly.

you aren't expecting a knock at your door so when you hear the chap! chap! chap!, you groan and pull yourself out the bed and to the door. the last person you expect to be standing at the other side is oscar piastri so when you see him standing there, flowers in one hand a plastic bag in the other and that stupid, pretty smile on his face you do the only thing you can do. you slam the door in his face.

you rush around in circles panicking. how could he be here after last night? and right when you woke up looking like you were just resurrected from the dead last night? god no. this was not happening.

"sweetheart?" oh this was so not happening. this has to be a dream. this is no universe where oscar sees you like this after you've already embarrassed yourself in front of him and still comes to see you with flowers, and fucking petnames?! no way.

"can y'let me in? you must be feeling horrid right now, 'just wanna make you feel better. please?" oscar begs through the door. why was he begging to see you like this?

"can you come back later? i don't look good right now." you ask oscar, your voice hoarse from not using it all morning.

"i have painkillers and that flavoured water you like. george told you liked it after drinking too much." oscar tells you, he has gone all shy now, nervous you won't let him.

there is a sound that sounds like feet shuffling then the locks click in the door, opening it. you hide behind it, only showing half your face. oscar smiles. "hey." he smiles.

"hi. you can come in but you need to sit on the couch while i sort myself out. promise you won't look." you ask him, quiet, like you are embarrassed.

oscar swears he won't look, his eyes closed as you guide him through to your couch, your soft hand in his giving him goosebumps.

once oscar is sat on the couch he only waits five minutes before you are returning with a clean face, brushed and tied back hair and an oversized t-shirt on. his hand with the flowers extends out to you, reminding you of them, a small smile on his face.

you smile back "thank you. that's very nice of you." you tell him, searching for a vase. you give up and end up putting them inside a a glass drinking cup filled with water.

"it's to tell you that i also like you." oscar utters, almost to himself. your smile becomes wider.

"really?" you ask.

oscar only nods.

oscar stays for the rest of the day helping you nurse your hangover. he even nips out to the shops to get you more of that flavoured water you like.

[boxwinebaddie]

hai uncle nina i feel the need to tell u this bc i involved u by sending that vent post, so hi its the same anon who asked ab my ex and i just sat down to take my apush exam, and the paper next to me has her name on it 😍 literally fuck everything oh my god 4 hour test and shes gonna be right next to me😭 ALSO? my friend sent me her story yesterday where she posted herself to GOOD LUCK BABE BY CHAPPELL ROAN😭😭 if u listen to it omfg youll see why that is SO WRONG OF HER😭 the AUDACITY.

hi there, nonnie! and no, thank you so much for keeping me in the loop with how your life is going! <3 i love hearing from y'all ccc'':

tbh, i wanted to answer your message -- mostly because i'm concerned about you, dearling -- but also to help break up all weird, deranged ooc posts i've been making on my blog as of late in lieu of completing actual asks. i'm trying to tell myself that it's...normal...to make ooc posts on your own...blog, but my brain is fighting it, lmao.

i also feel bad that a lot of the vent posts i receive/advice that's asked of me often times goes unanswered, so i just want to let you know that if you need any support, please feel free to ask again. i know i'm taking a break, but even so, i want you to have a safe place to land. <3

( my protective uncle older sister response down below >>> )

--- which is not to say i give sound advice because i wish i could think more of to say to you, darling, then UUUUUUUGH :( but truly! how annoying! and distracting! plus if i'm not mistaken based on the ap testing at my school rn, you're placed by last name, yes? or at least, i hope so, and hopefully did not torturously choose a spot next to you.

*squints menacingly at your ex for emotionally compromising ur test space and therefore impacting your ability to preform on ur test*

also as a gay girl...yes i am all too familiar with our lord and savior queen chappell roan ( also that anon that said i sound like super graphic ultra model girl...you are so right, wow ) and have been listening to her music nonstop, specifically good luck babe! ( yall are so lucky idk how to make it relevant to ravesey, you got spared ) but uhhh that's very foul and ironic considering what she did to YOU!

ew...trust me baby. karma will get her, i promise. stay strong, she can keep embarassing herself. i hope your test is going/goes well. make sure to take breaks, drink lots of water and from your favorite style teacher girlie, the grades that you get in school are in no way an indication of how smart you are. i am actually ( the smartest person ever, tyvm ) and i think you're brilliant. also, some nina lore: i got a three on my apush exam, i dropped out of ap gov ( oof ), but i got two fives on my lit and lang exams! <333 english nina riiiise haha.

head up, baby! let me know how it went.

also, irrelevant ig, mostly for me, but thank you for sticking around? perhaps it's my anxiety but i'm feeling very...annoying lately. i fear i looked too pretty recently and its god trying to humble me. it is only working slightly, i fear, and has only made my Future power stronger.

i'm sending it to you, darling.

*ravenstan vc* besitos bebe <3

-uncle nina, who is very proud of you <333

[corviisquire]

If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn't matter, lets get to know the person behind the blog <3

sorry for the late response anon! tyvm for the ask!

1. I like collecting graphic novels and art books.

2. I have thirty completely finished sketchbooks from 2019 until now.

3. I have a plastic severed hand in my closet. It’s been there forever.

You are very appreciated and loved anon! ❤️

[meowzfordayz]

Hello!! I just wanted to wish you a very Happy Birthday!! Wishing you many, many more! May you be overflowing with love and filled with happiness on the special day that the world gifted you to us :,)

Sending you lots of laughs and warm hugs! <3

Cherry !! 😁🌸 I'm a tad late answering this, but tyvm for bday kitty gif !! 🥳😻 I celebrated my bday by writing fanfiction, chatting w/ friends, napping, and dinner w/ my mom + partner, so a lovely day overall! 🤗

Sending you wonderful Wednesday vibes !! 🐪 <— for hump day heh

[signs-of-the-moon]

hii! i've only just started reading signs of the moon, but i just wanna say its really good so far!

i also have a character to suggest for the blorbo bingus, Goldenpaw :>

tyvm!! I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying, and hope you fall in love with the series even more as you continue to read! :D

Sorry this answer is so late btw, but here ya go

Send me a Signs of the Moon character to put on the blorbo bingus chart!

[bezzuba]

what does toothless think of astrid?

as the first openly, sincerely hostile monster-human he and hiccup swayed + convinced on the whole “everything [humans] know about [dragons] is wrong” topic, toothless respects and appreciates the hell out of astrid! she was the one who proved to him that hiccup wasn’t just a once-in-a-lifetime thing. she was the one who proved to him that humans can indeed change for the better. ( that’s not to say that hiccup himself didn’t prove anything to toothless; it’s just that hiccup is so kind and giving and empathetic and GOOD that toothless thinks of him more as a “too good to be true” miracle than an example of the virtue in humans. )

he values her input and judgement almost as much as he does hiccup’s. i say almost because if hiccup and astrid were to explicitly disagree on smth then toothless would be on hiccup’s side, no doubt or questions asked ( unless hiccup’s being stupid — e.g. “no i don’t need to rest despite my illness i’m fine to go flying!!” — in which case yeah nah bye hiccup ), but like…any instances where he’s on edge? where he’s agitated and feeling threatened and ready af to shoot? where he’s confused and feeling jittery and ready to do smth but unsure of what to actually do? he seeks for her…well, not guidance or permission or anything like that, just. confirmation. a compromise, maybe, if no confirmation is offered. he seeks for her knowledge and ideas on how to proceed in this situation as much as he seeks for hiccup’s and his own.

and it’s obv not the same now because he does get used to human touch but i like to think that immediately post-httyd, astrid was one of the only humans whose touch was actually welcomed by toothless. his underside and tail stayed off limits but he wouldn’t like…skirt out of reach or keep her in his sights at all times / constantly growl while she patted him. he welcomes all human touch now but she, the other Big Five riders, gobber, and valka and stoick but. y’know are still the only humans he trusts enough to let them touch his vulnerabilities + tail. ( hiccup is the only person — human or dragon — he trusts enough to relax around when he touches his vulnerabilities + tail. )

ofc, their relationship didn’t start off that way. toothless’ first impression of astrid was very, very, very poor indeed :’)

it was hate at second sight! hate! at! second! sight! he was already wary of her when she rudely intruded into his prison-made-den-home but then she Hurt Half Of Him For No Reason At All and wow! the resentment was so real he was 150% willing to maul her right then and there aslkdjl

for real though, the only reason he stopped and considered an alternative route ( i.e. make her Fucking Regret ) was because of hiccup’s insistence that she not be harmed + her very wise choice to not grab her axe and try attacking again. like. i joked about this with julie but his thought process during that entire scene was absolutely smth along the lines of:

AHH H HHHH!! ! YOU!! YOU HURT MY THING THAT I CHERISH!! YOU HURT PRECIOUS THING!! I WILL KILL YOU! !

HALF OF ME! STUPID STUPID, STEP AWAY!! ! AWAY AWAY AWAY!!!

[inordinate amount of internal + external screaming]

it would be so easy to kill it…! so…! EASY…!!

but precious thing does not want???? precious thing protects??

uGHhHghHHHHH

fiiiine, this monster that my precious thing protects and likes, i will not Kill or Hurt

I WILL MAKE SORRY-REGRET-SHAME.

I WILL MAKE LIKE-BACK.

and we all know how what happens after that!

toothless doesn’t…immediately like or warm up to her. he’s very vindicated and smug when she says “okay! i’m sorry! i’m sorry! just get me off of this thing!” ( which he hears as nonsense but her scent screams “FEAR-REGRET-DISTRESS” and her voice is full of REGRETREGRETREGRET, I SUBMIT! so. good enough ) and doesn’t really feel anything other than pleased satisfaction when they’re really flying, but. that moment where she leans into hiccup and trusts them both? where she carefully reaches down to pat toothless' side? where she is nothing but awe and wonder and admiration and you are amazing? there is…the slightest bit of joy. the slightest bit of relief. the slightest bit of hope and forgiveness and maybe you are not a monster.

their understanding of each other + their relationship only get better from there on out! she goes from monster to not-monster to friend to troopmate! they obv don’t get as close to each other as they do / are to their respective partners but toothless is not shy about his affections for astrid and would absolutely defend / aid her with all that he has.

also i wasn’t going to talk about this but i feel like if i don’t, somebody’s gonna jump into my inbox and bring it up anyways SO on toothless’ thoughts vis-a-vis astrid playfully / fondly punching hiccup from time to time: he’s fine with it so long as his tiny human isn’t actually hurt ( which he defs would be able to smell even if hiccup didn’t say anything ) because dragons? pounce on each other and wrestle and play-fight for fun / affection pretty much all the time?? they aren’t rough with each other but they aren’t gentle, either. toothless probably wasn’t appropriately gentle with hiccup at first until he realised he was actually hurting him with the force + weight behind all his bats and nudges and shoves and slumps. he’s softer now with humans in general ofc, but his idea of play and affection is still very physically involved so astrid being ( just the right amount of ) physical with her own displays of fondness doesn’t bother him.

ldkjfd this answer is very longwinded but i hope it satisfies you! as always, tl;dr:

toothless very strongly dislikes astrid at first

once he begins warming up to her though, he doesn’t stop ( warming up to her )

he adores and respects her a lot! she’s his favourite human troopmate ( where troop = a group of dragons who “flock together” ( i.e. protect each other, share food with each other, possibly share territory together, etc. ) simply because they really like + trust each other )

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Im honestly rolling at your fish talk cause I have yet to find a nightmare fish to really squick me out. (Tgeyre just TOO NEAT) But if you want a break from all that they found a snailfish really insanely deep in the Marianas Trench and scientists everywhere are really impressed.

yeah you at least kind of get used to it, i don’t think there’s any gross deepsea fish (or shallow sea) that i’ll wholly avoid during any game of “let’s look up horrible fish just to make ourselves uncomfortable,” but some are still definitely a touch perturbing..........plus there’s the exciting statistic of how only 5% of the ocean is considered Explored so maybe there’s some advanced hideous fish out there we haven’t seen yet. i mean probably a lot of the abyssal zone stuff is like, wow here’s a new little eel-ish guy or a different shrimp, or a tube, etc.....but also it might be a snailfish!!! that’s neat that it’s living so far down in the void. i don’t envy it but like....nice

[blackmadhi-week]

greetings, ace attorney fandom!

welcome to the first ever blackmadhi week!

im mod ghost and ill be your host for this wonderful event~! feel free to message me with any concerns or send in an ask/message to this blog if you have any questions, ill do my best to answer.

anyhow, lets get on with this promo, shall we?

rules:

nsfw/suggestive content is alright to an extent, it just may not be rbed here.

no pedophillic/incestuous relationships.

the only wanted cykesquill is metisaura, tyvm. simon x athena is forbidden.

poly ships are completely alright and accepted!

background ships are also allowed, as long as the main focus is blackmadhi!

aus/crossovers/canon divergence is allowed!

content can be romantic or platonic!

tag this blog in your posts so we may rb!

you dont have to wait until the event to create your content!

late submissions are allowed!

fics, art, edits, anything is welcome! but if you do create an edit, please remember to credit all artists.

and finally, the day themes:

august 1st: dark/light

august 2nd: nicknames

august 3rd: supernatural

august 4th: hair

august 5th: domestic

august 6th: courting

august 7th: free day!

you may take these themes however you'd like, as long as its somewhat related to the topic!

thank you greatly for your interest, i await august with excitement and i hope you all do too :)

[straykats]

this is the same anon again and sjkskdj i loved reading your responses!! im trying to respond to a bunch of different things so sorry if this is a mess but as far as the ‘babes’ thing goes youre absolutely fine!! i lowkey have an obsession with calling people and even tHings??? that, its just feels so right 😌 sometimes i go overboard tho like babes,,, 👁👄👁 chill skkdjwkzj

i literally thought the same thing about forensic anthro cause i took forensic science in hs so i was like “oh, okay cool” when signing up for this class and i still dont know what it specifically means but it was pretty much a whole class on murderers/serial killers and the dead. it was really sad sometimes but we read a lot of interesting books on different things people do to dead bodies/cadavers/things you can donate your body for as well as the stories of people who do autopsies for a living!

ive never really heard about that “have you seen this man” thing and now i really want to look it up!! however, it is 3:40am so ill save myself the potential nightmares and do it in the morning if i remember lol i lowkey love reading about those type of things cause i think its so cool thinking about all the different things that connect us but we just dont realize it (even tho that one in particular is a hoax, its still cool stuff 👀)

my dumb brain is slowly forgetting the stuff i mentally took note of to respond too so oOpsie if i missed some 😔😔 but i agree with you on the aot vs. tmr thing cause i think id definitely have a much harder time surviving if i knew the only thing id be greeted with is titans🧍🏻‍♀️like no maam, not for me ill pass ✋🏻 on a separate note,,,,, who is your fave character from tmr??? i was OBSESSED with it a couple years ago but now im back on my bullshit 🤪🤪🤪 newt really makes me so 🥺🥺🥺💜💜

alright,,,,, ill come clean,,,, the dirt vs. sand thing was cause all of a sudden i was thinking about minecraft and i really wanted to play but once again,,,, its like 4am now 👁👄👁 but so that made me so inclined to ask that question lol thank you for humoring me 🥰

i feel you on the cats and dogs thing!!!! i do have a cat but i always felt like the odd one out when i was little cause everyone loved dogs so much more but cats are just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 funny story tho: my friend just go a kitten and my other friend was holding her and hes a pretty big and buff dude so he was holding her in one hand and just looked at me like: 👁👄👁 “dude... i could just squeeze once and shes done for” likE BRUH— he aint wrong tho anjdjws my cat on the other hand is LITERALLY the size of a WATERMELON but shes a bad bitch regardless 😩💅🏻🤪😪 (shes an all black cat named luna too :))

alright, i think there was more i wanted to say but now its like 4am officially so im sorry but i shall be surrendering to sleep now but this was really fun! it was cool hearing your view on all my weird questions lol i hope your cramps feel better btw ;-; sometimes mine feel like world war 3 and wow its somethin else so im sending you my love and good vibes 💜😩❤️💕💜💖💞❣️

goodnight! 💜

nonnnie as far as i know this is the first time we've spoken but i love you also i hope you're asleep please be asleep

again, answering under the cut bc dont wanna make people scrool too much AHAHAH

forensic anthro sounds so intersting now?? i really enjoy watching crime shows (or maybe it's just cirminal minds, i'm not sure) and learning about that type of stuff so i feel like i'd enjoy the class! i wanted to do study criminal law or smth similar but my parents were so against it AHAHHA so nvm

i used to love tmrw so much !! i admit i never finished watching the scorch trials or the death cure (ngl idek if theres a death cure movie) but i read the books when i was in highschool and ahhh!!! i really liked minho and newt!! tbh i dont remember why but yes !

if we're tlaking dirt vs sand in minecraft i will say dirt bc i like how grass just pops up after a while AHAHAH

NOOOO HAHAHA ur friend w the kittennnnn CDKJSVJDKVNS what a sigh that would have been though. (... the "big buff dude holding a kitten in one hand" sight, not the "squeeze once and shes done for" sight. just to clarify.) a black cat named luna!!!! i love her already tell her some random viet girl in australia loves her tyvm <3

im watching a crime kdrama and everytime someone gets stabbed i'm like.. bitch,,, same,,, what a mood,,, no but ty for entertaining me despite how late it was for u oh my god i hope you have/had a good sleep (and get/got enough sleep)!!! [insert heart emojis]

[galerion]

SFW: 1, 13 & 14 NSFW: 13 for Xabrina x Cayde and also Airene x Garrus 😳👌

thanku for asking beb and u better reblog the og post too so i can send u asks 👀

XABRINA & CAYDE

1 / Who cooks?

xabrina. cayde likes to eat food, but is no good at making the food. applying the idea that guardians retain procedural and motor memory, cooking isn’t a skill that carried over from xabrina’s past life, but she teaches herself and ends up being very good at it. whether or not she learned for the sole purpose of impressing cayde, she’ll never admit c:

13 / Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

cayde stays up late and wakes up early, because joke as he might, he’s very dutiful. xabrina stays up late too, and semi-hypocritically scolds him about staying up late with her because he has to wake up so early. she’s a total sleep-in queen, cayde doesn’t like to wake her up because [super sappy romantic stuff redacted]

14 / Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

already answered here c:  

nsfw 13 / Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

it’s pretty much what you’d expect: cayde’s very vocal and xabrina is the quieter one but only mildly so — she tends to be very breathy, whimpers and gasps a lot because she’s a lady, tyvm. every now and then she’ll accidentally let out a loud noise and she gets very embarrassed about it :>

AIRENE & GARRUS

1 / Who cooks?

don’t ask me why but i feel like garrus would be good at cooking? like he could follow a recipe to the letter and the execution would be flawless, also he would take so much care in learning about human food and how to prepare it because He Cares About Shepard So Much™️. meanwhile airene has never seen food as anything but a necessity and will eat an entire boiled egg in one bite and move on with her day because “that’s just how we did it in the military”. she would absolutely burn toast is what i’m saying

13 / Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

both of them are early risers and occasional late sleepers, but that usually depends on whether or not they’ve had a particularly exhausting mission. OR if they’re up doing certain activities together

14 / Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

both of them are good about being low maintenance, they don’t really have time to worry about luxuries or appearances much beyond the expectations of being presentable in situations like garrus’ c-sec days or when appearing before the council.

nsfw 13 / Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

garrus is somewhere in between, a grunt-and-growler type. airene is LOUD. it’s not that she’s typically loud, she’s just very loud with garrus. and garrus likes it so he doesn’t stop it — rather likes to be the cause of it. c:

[prtag]

EUGH i paused to write that post and. i looked at the time n its so late!!! im so sorry im gonna go to bed now but ill definitely finish answering the asks tmrw!!! so many ppl r sending hehe it makes me really happy!!! tyvm ur all so nice..well!! gn everyone!! rest well!!

[alyjojo]

Today is the story of how my pregnancies came to be, without the fun stuff. It plays a very large role in why I believe in God tbh.

So my ex. It’s a relevant start. Him and I were together four years, never used protection, dumb as that is. I bring that up at because, for much of that time, I just didn’t have periods. Like at all.

After about a year of waiting and taking pregnancy tests wondering what the hell, I went to the doctor (I hate doctors...back then fear won, a lot) and she gave me pills to force me to have one.

I would have one sporadically after, so I didn’t feel like a mutant, and I’d be like well okay...and didn’t go back to the doctor. But it was every few months.

PCOS seems to run in my family, my cousin has used years of fertility treatments to have children, and though it’s worked it’s been a hell of a struggle for her. I was always kind of afraid I couldn’t have kids.

July 2007, I felt a way that was different, didn’t have a period as usual, took a pregnancy test. This was a regular thing with the lack of periods. Positive. ....what?? Told him, and he lost his fn mind. I can’t describe just how stupid he acted, and I was lost. How I knew later he was a cheating pos. We went to Planned Parenthood to take their test. Negative. Idiot danced to his car, and something in me knew he was an idiot but I just let it go.

We broke up a few days later, he did, of course.

The day after we broke up, midst all my emotions yanno how that goes, I started on my own for the first time in...I couldn’t remember. And it stayed that way, regular, every month, ever since.

Mom said “it’s the guy”, who by that point she was kind of disgusted with too lol. Well. Yeah. It was? Seems so. Angry and blaming and rawr at God like I was and they were like nope sorry...not that one, and I just showed you that 🙏

He continuously plays a role in this story. Idk if he was A soulmate of some sort. I’m definitely one of his life lessons. It’s always been...deeper, even if we don’t even get along. At all.

Ok so hubby. Years later. Ex was long gone, didn’t talk didn’t nada, I lived with my boyfriend 😜 and his parents for a year, working on my car and saving money for a place. Which I did, we moved in August and September 18 (my late gmas bday), I hadn’t had a period and took a test like oh this crap again. Honestly didn’t think I could have kids...never had a scare in the year I’d already been with hubby.

Pregnant. Whaaat? So my EX sends me an email the next fn day. How? I have no idea. I had told hubby...that’s it. I don’t even remember what the email said, how are you or something idk, I avoided it like the plague before being like omg just answer and writing something quickly, send, delete. Never read it again. I’d gotten him out of my brain space tyvm bye. Well in my response was something like lol I’m pregnant. He was the 2nd person to know. And considering he flipped out and left over a baby...karma.

In my later belief system, and seeing my oldest’s chart, she has much Libra/Scorpio influencing her (10th, Saturn/Moon). I felt like initially that positive may have been her, just long enough to get him tf out. The timing of his message blew my mind. Didn’t speak again for like 10 years, baby daughter got the name I had always wanted, and gmas middle to honor her. I still see 9:18 periodically. Love u Gma ❤️

So next baby. After two years in our first apartment, we were bombarded with BEES 🐝 Like this was insane level of bees, you couldn’t leave the house without these threatening mfers chasing you to the car, management was shit, we moved.

Moved into a bigger nicer apartment in a nicer part of town. August again. Had a fun night with some drinks to celebrate the night we moved in...no protection, big fun, hubby joked drunk, there’s #2.

So September 11th...I bought it 😆 But I refused to do it on that day. September 12th...hello baby girl #2.

Years and years pass, we use condoms regularly. Very careful always. Idk how my son came to be and I’ll say it till I die. I went back to work, I had lost a bunch of weight lol, I was not in baby mode at all. I was 100% done. So much that for two months I didn’t even realize. Until my jeans stopped fitting and I was like WTF. Sure enough. Hello baby boy.

I had been playing the sure let’s be friends game 🙄 with some of my ex’s after hubby’s stupid bs. Nothing more trust & believe, hell no. And it just doesn’t work as friends either so idk why we ever tried. Will never get along. The other ones were just drama...was my Saturn return, that was a nightmare. Then we entered his, and that was also a nightmare. That’s as much as I’ll say about that 💯

The last thing I said to that same ex, 10 years later...I’m pregnant 😆 It’s a kind of karma somehow. Goodbye again, the same way it’ll always be. Like God was like I’m sorry, you need a reminder?

My children ❤️

I always blamed my husband for doing it on purpose. Because he was so happy when I was. He’ll always deny it, but the boy came out DADDY’S boy and I just let him take over because...well he wanted to. And for the first time, the baby wanted, demanded, him too. It was actually insanely sweet, still is.

I went to the doctor and said I guess I’m due in February? She’s like try Christmas. I literally threw away the whole doctor and got a new one because I thought she was lying to me ��

So on Christmas DAY, 6pm, I’m making meatloaf bc I knew a baby would be coming soon and we didn’t want a fridge full of leftovers...water breaks. 7cm dialated by 7pm, they gave me meds to slow down while hubby dropped off the kids at gmas. Little Aries moon was OUT in four hours 🤣 My biggest baby.

Jane...we were again very careful. Condom flew off inside of me completely. Like flew. Idk how tf that happens and it was very uncomfortable to fix btw. We knew, and when it was positive, we knew. We were not in a good place at that time. It was bad.

She was due on my cousins bday, and down to the very signs they would’ve been similar, and my cousin has lost babies...kind of how we had our falling out. She was mad at me for having my boy, but she was petty and rude to me for months, it broke my heart, then her mom my aunt tells me how she and my mother just talk shit about us both, when I trusted her the most, I just...bye. Gtfo ur one of them. Cried.

Well Jane. I lost Jane. I’ll always be sad about it. Cap with Gemini moon (supposed to) ended up being a little lost Leo. Same middle name as my cousin.

It’s here I’ll mention our foster kids. Hubby’s niece by blood, nephew by marriage. They were hard, that situation was hard, the boy is on the spectrum (which I now know means dick all really, he’s incredibly normal despite his horrific early circumstances) and he alone needs a lot of care. And their parents broke up and his dads side wanted them...he’s not ours, how could we claim him first? Our niece fits like a glove, she is ours. His sisters. We felt it was taking away from our kids after awhile, having two more suddenly, with DFS and court and visits and phone calls. We were getting screamed at by the parents for trying to be good people...then my car broke down with this timing chain nightmare, his was totaled (fk u forever)...then came the positive with boy, and we gave the kids to their Dad’s mom. Who is a very nice lady, with money, sister in law be pissed or not. We all felt we just couldn’t do it.

The boy was a Christmas Eve boy. Hilarious and so smart and adorable and sweet, just a lot of work. Our niece, a Leo, born way too early (late Oct due date). Small, tiny, but healthy.

My son is Christmas Day. Hilarious and SO smart and adorable and so sweet...a lot of work. Can not look away for two seconds. Also breaks things. Also punches his sisters. Even looks kinda like our nephew. Its eerie.

I tell my husband we didn’t keep the kids...we had the kids 😞 Because I ended up losing my little Leo, born way too early 😢

These kids are why I believe everything, they’re why I have faith, they’re how I notice the funny little things others wave off as oh it’s coincidence. No, it’s not.

Whether there’s another in the future idk. With Covid it’s not something I want right now. I did have my heart set on 4, once Jane came into the picture.

Maybe someday. Maybe not. Besides #2, which hubby joked about, and she’s a silly sarcastic goose just like her Daddy 😆, it seems God has more say on that then I ever have. With everything.

Take charge types scold me like “you have the power”, and I’m like oh yeah watch this. Try to work or try to do anything, car tires burst or something, some emergency, hubby has some insane project he needs me with them for, a baby appears, or foster kids, something always happens to keep me home. They all need me here. Just how it works in my life.

Someday...who knows? For now, this year, I’m a homeschool teacher ❤️ We’re happy 😊

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Hey there, could you do Sterek + 'After all this time, you gotta know that these threats don't work on me anymore. They barely worked on me in the first place. That was like fear and something else...' TYVM 😉

This is my freaking jam, hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

To say Derek was upset would be an understatement. Hell, to say Derek was anything would be an understatement.

Words alone would never be able to fully explain just how raging, red-hot, scream at the moon pissed off he was as he followed after Stiles into the loft, the teen just as infuriatingly nonchalant as always as he strode inside, setting his car keys down on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Derek was seconds away from literally ripping out fistfuls of his own hair, feeling his eyes flare up in frustration and blaze a steady, angry red, his fingertips itching with the urge to let his claws out.

The full moon hanging in the gloomy sky outside, visible through the wall of windows, sparked a burst of adrenaline and fresh anger to course through his veins, the mere sight reminding him of the reason why he was so viciously upset. Reminded him of what he almost lost barely an hour ago, reminded him of the scene that had unfolded in the preserve a couple miles away, reminded him of everything.

A week or so ago, Peter had graced the pack with his presence at a pack meeting, arriving half an hour late, to point out that he had caught the scent of a rugaru in the preserve while visiting the old Hale House. They were all immediately concerned, especially due to the large influx of tourists pouring into town now that spring had finally come, all of them worried about the very real possibility that hikers or campers might be targeted by the bloodthirsty creature.

Derek had decided to set up a trap for the rugaru using a dead pig he had gotten from a local butcher, generously dousing the dead swine in a shower of cow’s blood that Peter had somehow procured, hoping that the scent of blood and flesh would draw in the carnivorous monster. Everything had been in place, all the betas safely hidden away in the branches of surrounding trees to stay on lookout for the rugaru, ready to give the signal that it was moving closer to the target area where Derek would toss some gasoline onto the creature and light a match to send the creature up in flames.

Everything had been perfect. So, of course, Stiles had to go and ruin it.

Having been told to stay home while the rest of the pack dealt with things, Stiles had promptly done the exact opposite and ventured into the preserve with a pocket knife, a bottle of lighter fluid, and a lighter. Trekking through the deep, dark woods with only the light of the moon to guide him, Stiles had used to pocket knife to slice his palm, wincing at the pain even as he dribbled blood over the forest floor and the sides of trees, creating a mouthwatering trail for the rugaru to follow.

His plan worked. A little too well. Barely more than fifteen minutes later, he was running for his life through the woods, the rugaru hot on his heels, crashing through the underbrush in his to get away from the famished creature.

When the rugaru had first appeared, bursting out of a grove of trees and making a belligerent beeline to the bleeding human, it had smacked the bottle of lighter fluid right out of Stiles’ hand, making the lighter as useless as a screen door on a submarine. With no other recourse, Stiles had turned and ran, hoping that he would somehow stumble upon the pack before the rugaru caught up with him, the creature distracted for a few moments my a spot of blood on a nearby tree.

He hadn’t gotten far before the rugaru caught up with him, tackling him down to the hard forest floor, licking its lips in preparation of biting into Stiles’ flesh, baring its rows of razor-sharp teeth with a guttural snarl. Desperate and terrified that he was about to meet his fate at the hands, or rather the jaws, of the rugaru, Stiles had tipped his head back and let out the loudest scream he could possibly produce.

He shouted out Derek’s name and Scott’s name and even Isaac’s name, calling out all the names of all the pack members as though he were conducting a morbid, pre-mortem roll call, but more than anything he just kept repeating the word help over and over and over again until his voice was hoarse and he could scream no more. Fortunately, the pack found him before the rugaru could take a chunk out of him, Derek ripping the creature off of him as Peter carried the container of gasoline over, Boyd and Erica tugging Stiles farther away.

Now they were back at the loft and Derek was letting himself experience his anger, having held it all back in the forest to focus on finishing off the rugaru and then patching up Stiles’ hand with the first aid kit he kept in the Camaro. But now, now he was going to let Stiles know just what exactly he thought about the whole situation, growling out, “What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have a fucking death wish?!”

“Oh, lay off it, dude,” Stiles scoffed casually, making his way to the kitchen where he opened the door to the refrigerator and rifled around inside, returning to the main room with a bottle of water. In his anger, mindless with rage, Derek lashed out, smacking the water bottle right out of Stiles’ hand, water splashing all over the concrete floor. Stiles gasped in shock, screeching, “Dude! What the hell is your problem?!”

“My problem?!” Derek snarled indignantly, unable to grasp that Stiles was more worried about some spilled water when he had almost died not even an hour before. Spilled water could easily be cleaned up. A bottle of water could easily be replaced. But Stiles’ life couldn’t. That was why Derek was so upset. He had almost lost Stiles dozens of times, and while each time made his blood boil, it was the fact that this time Stiles didn’t even seem to care that set him off. Shoving a rough hand through his hair, Derek pointed out, “You almost died out there, Stiles!”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed,” Stiles answered, rather cavalier about the whole situation, infuriating Derek even more. If such a thing was even possible. Either way, it was all just too much for Derek.

“God damn it, Stiles!” Derek growled, feeling his fangs descend against his wishes, slightly slurring his speech as he rounded on Stiles, stalking a few steps closer to fist a hand in the front of Stiles’ red hoodie. He spun on his heel, carefully pinning Stiles against the nearest wall, beyond furious as he snarled, “You can’t keep risking your life like that! You’re gonna wind up dead some day and then what?!―” again Stiles just shrugged “―I swear, Stiles, if you don’t knock off the self-sacrificing bullshit, I’ll… I’ll―”

“Oh, c’mon, Derek,” Stiles drawled, his voice loaded with exasperation and exhaustion as he made a show of rolling his eyes, obstinately folding his arms over his chest. Meeting Derek’s red tinged glare with a stubborn, stony glower of his own, Stiles continued on, “After all this time, you gotta know that these threats don’t work on me anymore. They barely worked on me in the first place. That was like fear and something else…”

Derek fixated on the way Stiles trailed off, the way the hard edge of his voice softened if only for a split second, the way his eyes glanced away from Derek’s for a few moments. He caught a telling whiff of embarrassment and shame wafting off of Stiles, along with a hint of something, something that made Derek pause.

“‘Something else’?” He asked once he composed himself, narrowing his eyes and taking a step forward, suddenly feeling confident and almost predatory, his anger melting away into something completely different. Stiles didn’t look up, staring at something over Derek’s shoulder, resolutely not meeting the werewolf’s piercing gaze, refusing to answer. So Derek asked again, taking another step closer as he prompted, “What’s ‘something else’, Stiles?”

“Dude, just forget about it. It doesn’t mean anything,” Stiles insisted, a note of urgent desperation bleeding into his voice as he tried inching over to the side in a poor attempt to get away from him. But it was useless.

Derek took a step to the side, cutting Stiles off by curling a hand around his upper arm and guiding him back to the wall. Again, he repeated himself, “What’s ‘something else’?”

Stiles looked down at his feet, heaving a deep sigh as he finally confessed, “Like feelings and junk.”

With the words finally, finally uttered, Derek could no longer hold back, leaning in a bit closer to press his lips against Stiles', sliding his hand up from his arm to cup his cheek, reverently running the pad of his thumb over a constellation of moles. He half expected Stiles to pull back or shove him away, but he didn't. Instead, he slid his arms around Derek's neck and returned the kiss just as fervently, letting out a soft, breathy sigh against Derek's lips.

Derek bent down awkwardly to grab Stiles under the knee, urging Stiles to wrap his legs around his waist, lifting him up as though he weighed nothing and carrying him over to the bed by the wall of windows. Crawling on top of Stiles after laying him down on the mattress, laying kisses up and down the long column of his throat, nipping gently at the pale skin, Derek murmured, "No more self-sacrificing bullshit."

"You too," Stiles returned, slipping his hands up the back of Derek's shirt to run his palms over the rippling muscles of his shoulders, lightly dragging his nails over the werewolf's tattoo.

Derek huffed a laugh against Stiles' collarbone, pressing a kiss over Stiles' heart as he agreed, "Deal."