#⊹ · ooc * . shut up nic

[secretly-a-trickster-goddess]

The hoops some series fans will jump through, “”evidence”” they’ll dig up, to try and convince you Loki was OOC in all the films until the series and that this is his ”real personality” is…something.

[contradictivs]

not to bring up that one scene from final g/irls support group but I feel like it was go so hard if ryder, in slasher verses/aus where he mayhaps doesn’t survive, getting impaled on the antlers of a buck mounted on the wall 😌 for funsies

[annievrse]

vodka problems

eren x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sasha and connie throw a party, and all the exciting things happen at parties! OR in which you and eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up. w/c: 5k+ warnings: maybe ooc eren (because idk how to write him yet, yikes), angst, alcohol, dissociating, c-word (3 whole times), swearing, anxiety about the future & love, maybe some errors, and a rushed ending because i had no more ideas. a/n: this isn’t how i thought this would go, but it’s how it turned out so, enjoy.

You were going to kill them. Nothing could sway you from doing so. Sasha Braus was about to be your first victim, and Connie Springer your second. The plan was already brewing in your mind: promise them an all-you-can-eat buffet, take the pair to a warehouse, blindfolded, get them into a position where the method of execution could be performed (you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet), and then strike. Quick and easy, and nobody would be surprised; they couldn’t even be convinced to go in the first place because you’d already said this to their faces. 

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Sasha exclaimed, rolling her eyes. You glared at her from your spot on her bed and then at Connie, who sat on the floor against the wall across the room. 

Connie laughed manically. “She’s gone insane!” 

You shook your head, clenching your fists to stop the slight shaking of your hands. “Guys…” 

At the sound of your exasperated tone, Sasha threw a lone throw pillow at Connie’s face, and the pair stopped teasing. 

“Listen,” Sasha started, sauntering toward you. “We can’t just… exclude him from our group get-togethers because you broke up.” 

It was the truth you had accepted a month ago, yet it was like a thousand needles in your stomach when Sasha said it aloud. You nodded, your gaze finding your hands.

“I’m sure he feels the same right now,” Sasha looked over her shoulder at Connie, who shrugged. The former rolled her eyes again and turned back to you. “Or at least, I hope he does. Asshole.” 

“Hey! It’s not like he’s been sleeping around! Eren’s a good guy,” Connie’s face screwed up in an angered expression at the thought that his closest friends were talking wrong about his other friend. “Just because he’s not hung up on this doesn’t make him an asshole!” He stood up, Sasha facing him. 

His last comment made your eyes weary. The one thousand needles tripled. 

“We know that! But-–” Sasha tilted her head in your direction. “Let girls talk shit, okay? It was a bad situation.” 

Connie cringed at the mention of the aftermath of your and Eren’s breakup. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I am right,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/n is allowed to react the way she is because girls can feel emotions without being overdramatic.” 

“What about killing us? You said she was being dramatic.” 

“I mean, threatening to kill your friends is a little…” Sasha glanced at you. “But everything else! I know what you boys have been saying, and it’s not only hurtful to Y/n but to me! And Mikasa! Girls, in general! Just because Eren moved on so quickly doesn’t mean Y/n has to! She has every right to feel the way she does. I was like this for months when Nic and I broke up!”

“That was a different thing, and you got back together.”

“Besides the point!”

“Sasha?” You pipe up, tired of watching your friends argue over you. 

The two twist their heads toward you, forgetting you were there. Sasha’s eyes softened when she saw the dejected look on your face. 

“I’m just gonna go,” You wring your fingers. “I’ll see you tonight, though. Yeah?” 

Connie opened his mouth to say something, but Sasha elbowed him. “Yes, we will be seeing you tonight. Glad you’re coming.” 

You got up from the bed, and Sasha hugged you.

“Bye, Con.”

“Bye,” Connie replied solemnly. 

As you left the room, you heard a smack. “Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up, Springer?” 

You left their shared apartment—where you would return later. 

7:29 pm

Hearing the elevator ding, you turned towards the opening doors; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed hit you in the face as you exited. Despite Sasha and Connie’s apartment halfway down the hallway, the music and scents spilled out their front door. 

You held the bottle of Chardonnay you had brought loosely between your fingers, the effects of the other bottle of wine you had downed before coming hitting you straight on: liquid courage and all that. 

You opened the door without knocking and stepped into Sasha and Connie’s apartment. Music made the floor vibrate, which was ignored due to your inebriated and gloomy state. 

“Y/n!” Hands on your shoulders, and the familiar ecstatic energy of your best friend drew you out of your daze. “You’re here!” 

“I’m here!” You laughed bitterly, although the previous unwanted anxiety and feelings towards tonight were already dissipating. 

“Oh jeez, you’re already gone,” Sasha shook her head disapprovingly. “Tch, should’ve kept you here from this morning.” 

You disagreed. “No! See, I wouldn’t have brought us a bottle if I stayed here. This is for nobody else.” 

Sasha’s grin grew wider. “Thank you!”

You lifted the bottle towards her face, giggling. Sasha snatched the bottle out of your hand as soon as it was close enough and uncapped it, all in one motion.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the now half-empty bottle in her hands. “Sash!” 

She held the bottle out of your reach and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the kitchen. “I think the boys are in Connie’s room, but don’t worry, I won’t take you to them.”

You knew who the boys entailed, and you were beyond grateful. 

“Annie, Ymir, and Historia are in the living room, playing some board game. I don’t know who does that at a party, but they’re having fun…” Then she looked behind you. “Oh! Marco,” Sasha pushed you backwards slightly. “Get Y/n a drink. I gotta pee.” 

You stumbled back into a tall figure, spinning around to meet your friend. “Marco!”

The freckled boy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Y/n! What would you like?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “Make me a mimosa? Mr. Bartender?” 

Marco laughed and reached up to retrieve a glass from the cupboard unit beside you. “Of course, Miss. Any special requests?” 

You eyed the Grey Goose on the counter, not thinking twice about your answer. “Hold the vodka, please.” 

Marco blanched as he poured sparkling wine into a cup. “Oh, yeah, okay. No problem.” 

You folded your lips between your teeth at the awkward air settling between you, and you didn’t think your response through before it slipped out. The music from the living room speakers, paired with the clink of a spoon on glass, was the only sound in the kitchen. 

It was no secret what had happened between you and Eren—the entire friend group had been there to witness it, which was the worst part. A party, a few bottles of vodka, and insecurities from both sides were at play that night. It was a recipe for disaster, and it just so happened that you and Eren were the casualties, along with friendships that were becoming more strained as the weeks passed. It didn’t help that you or Eren were often missing from group gatherings when the other was present, but somehow, Sasha had managed to get you in the same apartment as him for a night. It was either a master plan that could save the group or cause it to dismantle completely, and nobody wanted that. 

“Here you go,” Marco said, pushing the glass across the counter. 

Tears welled in your eyes at his sudden distance. “Thanks, Marc.” 

At the sound of your teary voice, his eyes shot toward you. “Hey, hey,” He reached for you, bringing you into his chest. “I’m sorry. No crying tonight, okay? Nobody hates you, I promise. You are as much a part of this group as he is. You are not allowed to leave.” 

“Who said I was leaving?” You mumbled into his chest, tears dampening his t-shirt. 

“People talk,” He replied, rubbing your back. “And a little Sasha told me you mentioned the group would be better without you.” 

You sniffled and laughed, eyes watery. “Can you blame me? Mikasa hasn’t spoken to me in a month, and Armin only says hello when he has to. I can’t keep putting myself through that. I don’t want to lose more friends over this.”

“If I were a nice person who cared about your well-being, I would tell you to leave us ASAP. But since I’m not, I need you to stay, okay? Who else would I make mimosas for at these ‘parties’?” 

You laughed and pulled away. “Nobody.” 

“Exactly!” Marco exclaimed. “And just you being here tonight tells me you don’t actually want to leave.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“No guessing about it,” Marco stepped back. “You are staying. Now,” He clapped. “Wanna join the losers in the living room for a game of Monopoly?” 

You nodded, sipping your drink. Marco would never know the effect his words had on you. No matter what happened with Eren, you had a place in this group. Sure, Sasha had repeatedly told you the same thing, but hearing it from someone else, who didn’t have to say anything, was special. “I would love to.”

9:02 pm

After Sasha had joined the game and Historia had won Monopoly (thanks to Ymir, who kept slipping her money under the table), the rest of the boys emerged from Connie’s room, bringing the stench of weed along with them. 

“Holy shit! Y/n?” Jean yelled in greeting. The grin on his face was wide, and it caused one to break across your cheeks too. 

“Hi, Jeanie,” You laughed, standing up from the couch. You rounded the table to hug him, ignoring the others. You and Jean had always been close, even before you started dating Eren. Not seeing him because you chose to distance yourself proved more hurtful than beneficial. 

“Haven’t seen you for ages. How are you?” His voice was soft against your ear, and you tightened your arms around him. 

“Been better, but I missed you.” 

“We’re here too, you know,” Connie piped up, rolling his eyes. 

“I saw you this morning, idiot,” You laughed, Jean joining you as you pulled apart. 

You stepped to the right of Jean and scanned the faces of everyone in Connie’s room; Armin, Mikasa, Bertie, Reiner, Eren (sparingly), Connie himself, and—who is she? 

A petite brunette girl stood at Eren’s side. Her features were sharp and tinted pink when you met her eyes. 

You lifted your hand in a lazy wave and turned back to the couch. Your chest tightened at seeing someone you didn’t know hanging out with your group—were they replacing you already? 

Sasha noticed your fidgety hands and grabbed them as you sat next to her. You didn’t look anywhere but at the table. 

The room grew tense and awkward. 

And when nobody spoke, Eren threw his arms up. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want one?” 

The sound of his voice was cutting. It shredded the weeks of progress you had tried to heal and buried deep into your subconsciousness. You missed his voice. 

Your eyes lifted, and when your gaze landed on him, Eren inhaled sharply. “I’ll have one.” 

Everybody held their breath as you and Eren exchanged words. They never thought they’d see the day, even if it was to be mean to each other. 

Eren’s lip curled. “You sure you don’t want vodka? I heard it’s good for ruining relationships, which you seem great at!”

“Okay! That’s where we end that. Real mature,” Sasha stood abruptly, her hands ripping from yours. “Eren, a word?” 

“Would love one, Sasha,” Eren’’s tone was clipped as he stalked back down the hallway. 

The brunette girl shifted her weight. You watched her stand awkwardly without Eren there. 

You couldn’t move with everyone’s eyes on you. With your muscles frozen, you’re eyes were unblinking as the muffled voices from down the hallway got louder. 

“Y/n, right?” A new voice spoke. You lifted your head and saw the new girl walking hesitantly toward you. “I’m Cate.” 

Your eyes flickered to Jean, who was holding his breath. A small smile replaced your blank stare as you shook the girl’s hand. You couldn’t hate this girl. No matter what happened between you and Eren, she would never be the target of your anger. 

“Nice to meet you.”

Around you, the room started moving normally again. Laughs were heard, and conversation picked back up. After her introduction, Cate scuttered to the kitchen, and you slumped back into the couch. 

“Nice to meet you,” Jean teased, flopping down next to you, lifting his leg to put it over your lap. 

“Shut the fuck up. What was I meant to say?” You snapped, smacking his knee. 

“What you said was fine. Jean’s just being a dick,” Marco said from the other side of you. 

“If anything, Eren’s being a dick,” Jean mumbled. 

You said nothing. And when Jean was going to start speaking again, a pair of legs stopped in front of you. 

The blonde boy looked nervous as he looked down at you. “Hey, Y/n.” 

“Hi, Armin. How are you?” 

He sighed and smiled. “I’m well. How are you?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “You know…” 

Armin nodded and sat on the coffee table in front of you. Your knees hit his as you pouted at him. 

“Armin… why haven’t I seen you in biochem?” You asked, giggling as you said your following sentence. “You didn’t drop out, did you?” 

Armin gaped at your jab and shook his head. “I’m offended at the thought! I had to change classes. It clashed with my other biology class.”

You smiled understandingly. “I guess I was just hurt you didn’t tell me. I know it can be awkward.” 

Armin sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.” 

“I always want to hear from you,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “You’re the only one who listens to my ramblings about everything.” 

Jean and Marco went to object, saying anything about how they’d had heard it all for the past few weeks when Armin laughed. “That’s true. Got anything for me right now?” 

“And that’s when we leave,” Jean stood, motioning for Marco to do the same. “Bye, guys.” 

10:39 pm

To say a majority of the group was intoxicated would be an understatement. 

Ymir and Historia left an hour ago because Historia was on the verge of passing out. Sasha and Eren had gone to different ends of the apartment a while ago after Sasha yelled at him for half an hour. He hadn’t looked in your direction since he came out of the room. 

Eren now sat, with Cate, on the couch, a beer held loosely between his fingers, taking sparse swigs. His eyes were heavy, but his cold facade never wavered. Surrounding him were Bertie, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie. They were conversing about the NBA or NFL; you couldn’t remember the topic when you left. 

Conversely, you were perched on the counter in the kitchen as Marco, Jean, Connie, and Sasha competed in a ‘who could make the better drink’, with you as the judge. You were beyond tipsy, everything falling from your lips unfiltered, which was good and bad when tasting their beverages. 

Your face soured as you swallowed. “Fuck, Jean! That’s disgusting!” 

The tall boy cackled, holding his stomach as you tipped the rest of the drink down the sink. “I spent my time on that! You're so ungrateful!” 

The rest of the group laughed at your misfortune, pushing various shaped cups and glasses in your direction for you to try. 

The laughter soon died when Cate walked into the kitchen. She wore a smile on her face and waved when she noticed everyone’s eyes on her. “Hey, guys. What’re you doing?” 

“Best drink competition, wanna play? Y/n’s judging,” Connie asked, his eyes hanging and words slurred. 

“Uh, yes! I’ll make mine now. No peeking!” She laughed, picking up a random cup off the opposite counter. You and the others covered your eyes playfully. 

“Okay, done,” Cate muttered, handing you a black cup. “Tell me what you think.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on you, but when she handed you the cup, the typical mischief you’d encountered in everyone else’s eyes when they gave you their drinks was far less dark and cynical than hers. Cate wore a smirk as Jean did, but it seemed more calculated than his silly one. But your drunk brain was too dismissive to take it to heart. So, you took a sip of her drink. 

And when the sharp tang of vodka hit your tongue, you almost vomited. Your lips parted, and your eyes watered at the taste and what it had caused you weeks ago. 

“Bitch,” You whispered, yet nobody heard. 

The kitchen was silent as Cate stood before you, arms folded over her chest. She leaned closer to you, her mouth next to your ear. “It’s a shame. You’re so pretty but such a cunt. I almost feel bad for the guy. He had to tolerate you for so long. Thanks for letting me have him.” 

And as Cate fell back onto her heels, she sighed, like uttering those words filled her with relief. 

Sasha instantly recognised the look on your face and gasped. Even in her drunken haze, she had perfect aim. Her palm came in contact with Cate’s cheek before the boys could even react, and you took no notice of what had just happened, gaze unfocused and on the floor. 

“Woah!” Connie yelled, placing his glass in the sink to hold back his best friend. 

“Sasha, what?” Jean exclaimed, hooking his arms around Cate’s from behind. 

And Marco was silent. He stood beside you, taking the cup from your hands and sniffing the liquid. He sighed when he recognised the smell. “Fuck.” He whispered. 

“You’re never allowed back into my house! Get out!” Sasha screamed. “Or you’ll finally get to see the crazy bitch you’ve been calling me for a month!” 

The commotion had finally caused a reaction from the group in the living room, who were now flooding the space. The music was quiet, which made the scene more tense.

“What the fuck is going on?” Reiner yelled over the arguing, taking notice of Cate in Jean’s arms and Sasha in Connie's. 

“Let go of me, Connie!” Sasha cried. She now had tears streaming down her face at the same rate as you. 

You were dissociating; Sasha could see it clear as day. Your hands shook, and your eyes were unfocused as you stared at the floor, your body swaying ever so slightly. 

“Please, let me go.” 

Having heard the plea and sadness in Sasha’s voice, Connie released her. The girl stumbled out of his hold and rushed toward you, helping you off the counter with Marco’s assistance. She ushered you back into the living room and down the hallway to her room. 

“Let go of Cate, bro,” Eren snapped, stepping forward to reach her. 

Jean threw his friend a glare. “Okay, bro,” Jean laughed bitterly and let go of the brunette. 

Nobody in the kitchen said a word except for Marco, who had had enough awkward silences tonight. 

“Before you go, Eren, because you tend to do that a lot now, I’d take a good, hard look at who you’re keeping company,” Marco shifted his gaze to Cate, who stood rubbing her arms. 

“Me? You think this is my fault? That girl is insane! No wonder you broke up, Ren,” She looked up at Eren. 

The other boys, Mikasa and Annie, watched anxiously for Eren’s next move. 

11:00 pm

Meanwhile, you were in Sasha’s room sipping on a water bottle she handed you. Despite the short time, you were already starting to sober up, both from the shock of what just happened and the granola bar Sasha had forced down your throat after she locked her bedroom door. 

“God, I hate her. I tried to keep quiet tonight for Eren’s sake, but I can’t, not after that,” Sasha mumbled. “What did she say to you?” 

“Uh,” You bit your bottom lip. “She called me a cunt and thanked me for giving her Eren or something. I don’t know. I zoned out.” 

Sasha let out a noise of frustration. “If I could punch Eren, I would. He has some serious nerve bringing her here when he knew you were coming.” 

“It’s no big deal. I mean, it’s true,” You said tonelessly. “I did some fucked up stuff to him that night.” 

“Firstly, shut up! You’re not a cunt, how are you? You got the courage to come here in the first place, and I’m so proud of you. Just because one girl, who must hate women, said that about you doesn’t mean you are one. It's a reflection of her, not you. And secondly, he said shit too! You’re both in the wrong. Stop taking all the blame.” 

“Thanks, Sash.” 

“You know what I mean. It’s bullshit. I hate that people took sides; I really do. It makes me feel like our group wasn’t as close as I thought.”

You placed your hand in hers. “I’m sorry for fucking up our friend group.”

Sasha sighed. “You didn’t fuck it up,” her eyes were glassy when she looked at you. “I think it was already fucked up.” 

Her statement made you laugh sadly. 

But your laugh was cut short by the sound of the front door slamming. You shared a look with Sasha as you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. 

“That’s probably Jean. Bet Eren left,” Sasha mumbled, squeezing your hand before straightening up from her bed. 

And as she opened the door, nothing could prepare you for who was standing there with his fist raised to knock. 

“Oh my god,” Sasha groaned. “Have you finally decided to talk to her? All it took was some girl to insult her for you to want to speak with her?” 

Every muscle in your body was unmoving. It was like someone had poured ice water over your head. If you hadn’t sobered up from the snack and water before, you definitely had now. 

“Sasha, please,” Eren whispered. Even though he towered over Sasha, Eren looked small. He was curled in on himself, shoulders hunched. 

“It’s okay, Sash,” You stated, noticing how Eren’s demeanour changed at your words. He looked almost the same as when you were together, ganging up on your friends to tease them lovingly. 

“Fine,” Sasha said firmly. Then she brought her finger to Eren’s chest. “But if you make her cry, I will strangle you.” 

Eren just nodded, knowing it wasn’t the time to joke around. Sasha side-stepped to let him inside her room before turning around and holding the door handle.

“I will shut this door for privacy only. I don’t want to walk in here later to see you’ve killed each other,” Despite her words, Sasha smiled as she said so. 

“Bye, Sash,” You wave, hyperaware of Eren standing a few feet away. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

And when the door clicked shut, Eren shifted in his spot. You waited for him to speak, but it never came. You guessed his conversation with Sasha earlier in the night had put him in his place.

“Where do you wanna start?” You asked, choosing to help him sort out his thoughts instead of attacking him immediately. 

Eren, seemingly grateful, fidgeted with his hands. “I want to talk about the party first.” 

You nodded, looking away from him. 

“I wanna start by saying we both had too much to drink that night. I should’ve never tried to find you afterwards; I was just so confused and hurt,” Only then did Eren glance in your direction. You met his eyes and shook your head. “I want to hear your side, but could I say my piece first?” 

You nodded, allowing him to continue. 

“Thanks,” He sighed with a crooked smile and shook his head softly to rid it. “Anyway, I, uh—that night went downhill so fast. I know they say that drunk words are sober thoughts, I know. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was angry at myself, you, and everyone else at that damn party because I—I couldn't take the questions, and the expectations, and the responsibilities. And you’re right. I am immature because I couldn’t understand why you made that choice, and I still don’t understand why you did. It just hurt me so deeply that I didn’t know how to accept it. I still don’t!"

"I stumbled around all night with that damn bottle of vodka because I knew you liked it, and when I saw you with the same bottle dancing with Sasha, I snapped. I couldn't believe you were having fun after hurting me so badly," Eren paced the floor. “But I can’t move on from you, sweetheart. I really can’t. And tonight,” He sighed deeply. “I don’t know why I brought her here. I guess I just wanted you to hurt as much as I do. But, if I knew she would act like that toward you, I never would've spoken to her in the first place. I’m sorry for that.” 

Tears brimmed your lash line as you nodded. Eren remained near the door. 

“I—uh, I’m sorry for everything I said too. Yes, you can be immature, but you’re not arrogant or aloof when speaking about serious stuff; you're doing it right now. And I’m sorry for doubting your love for me—in hindsight, it was a shitty thing to say considering…” You trailed off.

Eren stayed silent.

“I literally hung you out to dry in front of everyone, and you're still here trying to make amends with me!" You exclaimed, angry with yourself. "That's like one of the least immature things ever."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "That night scared the shit out of me, with all the talk about the future and what we’re going to do when we graduate literally next semester. Eren,” You look up at him. “I don’t have any plan. I’m going to finish my degree, and then what? I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to see my friends once a year because we’re all on different sides of the country, of the world! I want to stay here with the lunatics out there and you.”

The sudden confession made you pause. Eren inhaled sharply, meeting your eyes. You swallowed and continued. “I always wanted to stay with you.” 

Neither of you spoke. As you stared at each other, you noticed small things about Eren’s appearance that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him: the flyaways near his face were longer, his usual clean-shaven jaw was lightly stubbled, his black t-shirt was tighter around his arms, and the green in his eyes was darker. 

Eren broke the silence first. “I just want to know why you said no,” He begged. 

You were waiting for this question. Sure, Eren had asked it when you’d first answered his initial question, but now, he deserved an explanation. He hadn’t been angry at your answer, more heartbroken than anything. 

“You say you want to stay with me forever, yet you say no at the first real chance to do that.” 

You blinked, and tears fell down your cheeks. “I know,” Your voice was strained as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

The bed dipped beside you, and Eren’s thigh pressed against yours. And as you hiccuped, Eren wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him. 

“It’s my biggest regret, saying no to you. I couldn't believe you’d actually want me like that.” 

“Of course, I want you like that. I want you in every way if you’d let me. But until you say the word, I’m not acting on anything you don’t want me to.”

You lifted your head from his chest and turned toward him. His arm fell from your shoulders, and you took his hands in yours. 

“If you asked me again, just know I’d say yes,” You cried. “That night… that night was among the very few when I didn’t believe you were real. There is absolutely no way that someone could love me the way you do. Nobody. I believed I would never be loved like that from a very young age. And it was confusing when you came into my life and told me differently after I'd spent years drilling into my mind that I’d be alone forever.” 

“I was terrified that saying yes meant I was falling for some cruel joke,” Eren’s hand hovered over your cheek before you tilted your face to rest in his hand. “But now that you’re still here, still wanting to marry me after I said all those horrible things to you, I know what you feel is true. You’re true.” 

Eren laughed, eyes watery as he nodded. “That doesn't make sense. But, yeah, I’m real, and my love for you will always be real.” 

"It only took a failed proposal for me to realise what I lost," You cringed, peering over at Eren.

He gave you a pained expression, hand over his chest. "Ouch, at my expense?"

You nodded, dragging your hand over your cheeks. "Unfortunately."

And just like that, the pair of you fell back in sync. Eren wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. "I know we still have a lot to talk about, but can we just sit here for now?"

"Yeah," You whispered, circling your arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier in the living room," Eren muttered.

"It's okay. I was ready to say something mean back before Sasha interrupted. So I'll apologise for the intent."

Eren snorted. "I don't think anything you say to me could stop me from loving you."

"Even when I yell at you for leaving dishes in the sink?"

"Especially then," And then you felt him lick your cheek.

"And he's back," You mumble, wiping the side of your face. "I was starting to miss the weird side of you."

"Not my fault."

"Too soon."

You pulled yourself out of his embrace and composed yourself, wiping under your eyes and shaking your arms.

“Let’s start over,” Sticking your hand out, you sighed. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” 

Eren shook his head and clutched your outstretched hand. “Hi, Y/n. I’m Eren. I hope you don’t mind, but I will propose about a month into our inevitable relationship.” 

You smiled at him, tears slipping past your lashes again. “And this time, I’ll say yes, Mr Jaeger.” 

“Hey, I never told you my last name.” 

[gleefullypolin]

I am still highly distracted by the spoilers and suffering for it but hearing that both Obi Wan is done after ep4 and that the carriage scene is also in ep4, I think a lot of the over the top yelling about Kenebling I saw was a touch dramatic.

(not that I am also not dramatic, I am and will continue to be so)

I haven't read or thought much on Penelope possibly having a dream but if she does...good for us, ha. I know the metadata said a dream in ep2 but in my head (and the way I'd write a fic) it would be near the end of the ep to bookend the brothel scene at the front to contrast both how he acts with her and his feelings for her over the episode. Cue wake up scene and fade to black for a mini cliffhanger before going into the 3rd ep where that garden scene is supposed to be for real. What a ride it's going to be.

Knowing we get some serious yearning, jealousy, horny jail vibes and they pretty much have to be eps 2-4 before the carriage scene that's so much to work in through 3 episodes, Obi Wan feels so much more like a plot device than anything else at this point.

Oh they are so angry about the promo. Every time I open twitter I see a new and offensive bad take on why we're getting promo but they didn't (in 2022, with the pandemic restrictions still going strong no less). It's nasty behavior and says a lot more about them than it does about s3. Truly one season per couple is perfect. No pressure to break them up for drama, no storylines fading and feeling hugely OOC or painful for almost a whole season just to act like the huge conflict never happened because they're moving onto the next one. I will happily let the next couple take the spotlight and all the better if I manage to get invested in them along the way.

20 years? That's so impressive! Adulting and too much of it, I agree, but impressive nonetheless.

I am so distracted and still searching down holes I probably would never go down to find more spoilers LOL! But I need all of them. I did see that we only get Obi Wan in 1, 3 and 4. And I would be good with that. I saw the Carriage spoiler and girl I died. I saw it ends on a cliffhanger and I will say I do have a rule about no cliffhangers because they give me the GREATEST anxiety there is. So as soon as episode ends I will be back down my spoiler hole for episode 5.

I think if you look up the word dramatic in the dictionary (something they definitely had when I was younger) it would have my name listed there. I read something that brothel scene number 1 happens in episode 2 and that brother scene number 2 didn’t come until episode FOUR! FOUR!!! I said. Yes I got dramatic again. I might have dropped to my knees in true Darth Vader style and yelled NOOOOOOO! But then I said Stacy…and Yes I talk to myself a lot…I said Stacy shut the front door, it will be ok. And then I was fine. Because then I remembered that no one knows really anything past episode one and we are all making stuff up in our heads and getting paranoid now.

I think its going to be fun and games and yearning and pining with a pinch of annoying there is this other suitor who likes veggies hanging out in the back for a couple of episodes and then all of a sudden episode 4 there is going to be some serious shit going down. And whatever happens in that one is going to be the ballgame. Because I noticed we only got like 3 screenshots from that episode. Like two of her in her dress dancing with Lord Kenobi at the ball and her serious face as he’s talking to her. And then Colin all angry and serious on the stairs…so what the hell goes down in 4 because damn. That’s where it all goes sideways and they end up literally sideways in a carriage!

I saw more beautiful promo today of Nic and Newts in Australia and it made me just flutter and flurry and not care that everyone was angry about it because it was so sweet and pure that you have to be mad and crazy to be angry about it. The things I have read that they keep saying about them is just trash and not nice. I’m happy it’s one season because if you focus on a couple for too long, writers have a tendency to screw it up by adding in dumb things to keep the story interesting like new love interests or fake drama that no one asked for. I’ve watched too many Ryan Murphy shows to trust writers. I want to see them happy and sexed up next season and running off to find a room. Maybe Colin can throw in a couple lines of “My wife” to make me giggle too.

I was ok with 20 years until my co workers told me it was like 41,600 hours of my life…though I’m pretty sure a lot of those hours were sneaking off to read fanfiction too.

[deadpan-snarker]

CALL HER OUT BBY

[wldbirds]

ive dragged @unelectedofficial into the wild wacky world of discord rp

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tag drop !!

[unelectedofficial]

     wow  !!  i  honestly  am  surprised  to  still  be  here  ,  if  that  doesn’t  sound  too  pessimistic  .  when  i  made  this  blog  ,  i  expected  it  to  be  something  i  did  over  the  summer  until  school  started  again  to  keep  me  busy  and  distract  me  from  things  happening  in  real  life  ;  i  never  thought  that  it  would  turn  into  one  of  my  most  fun  and  fulfilling  hobbies  .  this  blog  has  gotten  me  through  a  lot  of  tough  things  ,  helped  me  to  grow  as  a  person  and  writer  ,  and  has  connected  me  to  so  many  amazing  people  .  i’m  glad  you  all  still  follow  me  and  that  i’ve  (  hopefully  )  made  at  least  a  few  people  like  nessa  more  than  they  did  before  .  it’s  been  a  fun  year  --  let’s  do  another  ??      now  ,  a  few  special  shoutouts  under  the  cut  because  some  people  deserve  awards  for  putting  up  with  me  /  having  to  engage  with  me  for  as  long  as  they  have  .  if  i  left  anyone  out  ,  i  promise  it  wasn’t  intentional  and  i  went  through  my  blog  /  followers  like  ten  times  when  writing  this  .  

     @cadyhcrons  --  bro  ,  even  though  you  don’t  have  an  rp  blog  (  smh  rip  kara  danvers  am  i  right  ?  )  you  seriously  mean  so  much  to  me  !!  i’m  sure  that  no  one  cares  ,  but  everything  you  see  on  here  actually  has  to  be  seen  by  sophia  first  and  she  validates  most  of  my  choices  --  unless  i  make  them  at  3am  ,  of  course  ,  which  happens  a  lot  .  bro  ,  you’ve  let  me  yell  at  you  about  miss  nessarose  every  single  day  for  like  a  year  and  a  half  and  honestly  ?  i  don’t  know  how  /  why  you  haven’t  told  me  to  just  shut  up  by  now  because  i  even  annoy  myself  after  a  while  .  you  give  me  confidence  and  make  me  feel  special  a  lot  ;  you’re  an  irreplaceable  friend  (  and  as  soon  as  i  can  ,  i  have  to  mail  you  that  gum  that  i  bought  you  )  .  it’s  gonna  be  hard  to  pretend  like  i  haven’t  written  this  for  you  for  an  entire  week  ,  but  i  hope  you’re  surprised  at  least  a  little  bit  :)       @wldbirds  --  nic  ,  like  i  said  the  other  day  :  i  don’t  remember  when  you  followed  me  .  but  ,  what  you  don’t  know  is  how  this  is  actually  a  good  thing  .  to  me  ,  it  feels  like  we’ve  been  writing  for  ages  and  you  never  fail  to  impress  me  .  i  really  feel  like  our  writing  clicks  and  we’re  very  much  on  the  same  page  with  headcanons  .  i  cannot  express  how  much  i  think  your  blog  is  like  ,  cool  and  i  applaud  you  for  putting  up  with  me  .  there’s  much  more  to  say  ,  but  i  just  want  to  really  thank  you  for  writing  with  me  /  helping  me  grow  as  a  writer  !!      @shallowprince  --  charlie  ,  we’ve  actually  been  mutuals  for  a  lot  longer  than  i  remember  (  oops  ,  my  bad  )  and  i  think  you  saw  my  blog  when  it  was  ugly  .  so  ,  thanks  for  sticking  around  !!  on  a  more  serious  note  ,  of  course  ,  i  want  to  thank  you  for  all  you’ve  done  for  me  .  i  don’t  know  if  you  know  ,  but  that  one  night  when  you  bombarded  me  with  messages  just  ,  like  ,  praising  me  beyond  belief  i  literally  wanted  to  cry  because  you  were  flattering  me  so  much  .  and  still  ,  you’re  one  of  the  nicest  and  friendliest  people  that  i’ve  ever  met  .  your  fiyero  is  spectacular  and  #sidecharactersforever  !!      @orchestrahearts  --  linny  ,  you  probably  knew  this  was  coming  because  i  mention  it  so  much  buuuut  .  .  .  you’ve  literally  been  following  me  for  so  long  ??  we’ve  been  mutuals  for  as  long  as  i’ve  had  this  blog  i  believe  and  i  just  really  appreciate  that  you  stuck  around  because  there  were  certainly  some  unappealing  phases  to  this  blog  (  i  was  learning  !!  )  .  you’re  a  great  person  to  talk  to  and  i  will  never  fail  to  be  impressed  by  the  work  you  put  into  your  blog  .      @songbird-not-found  --  ali  ,  you’re  amazing  !!  you  were  the  first  eurydice  that  i  followed  /  that  followed  me  (  i  can’t  remember  who  followed  first  ,  but  it  was  probably  me  let’s  be  honest  )  and  i  didn’t  even  know  anything  about  hadestown  .  i  asked  my  friend  about  things  for  like  a  solid  month  before  you  inadvertently  persuaded  me  to  listen  to  it  .  why  i  hadn’t  ,  i  still  don’t  really  know  but  .  anyway  ,  your  eurydice  (  and  all  of  your  other  muses  !!  )  is  written  extremely  well  and  it’s  been  so  nice  to  have  you  on  my  dash  .  i  know  that  we  don’t  talk  too  much  ooc  ,  but  i  really  appreciate  that  you  always  like  my  dumb  posts  and  support  me  !!      @madgirltm  --  max  ,  you  probably  also  knew  this  was  coming  because  of  how  much  i  openly  (  and  anonymously  ,  surprise  )  stan  you  but  !!  thank  you  so  much  for  following  me  for  this  long  ??  i  literally  can’t  remember  how  long  it’s  been  exactly  ,  but  i  know  it’s  been  a  while  .  i  hype  you  up  a  lot  ,  but  honestly  i  just  want  to  really  let  you  know  how  much  i  respect  you  .  the  confidence  and  dedication  that  you  have  for  your  blogs  and  muses  is  something  that  i  aspire  to  have  and  be  like  one  day  .  it  means  a  lot  to  me  that  we’re  mutuals  !!      @russicnrat  --  lyra  ,  i  know  it’s  my  turn  for  positivity  wars  (  even  though  it’s  been  months  )  and  i  swear  one  day  you’ll  check  your  phone  or  tablet  or  computer  or  idk  samsung  fridge  and  be  like�� oh  carly  did  it  huh  .  maybe  now  isn’t  the  best  time  to  tell  you  (  and  i  probably  have  told  you  and  just  forgotten  )  but  i  once  had  a  cat  called  lyra  !!  anyway  ,  you  impress  me  .  end  section  .  no  ,  like  your  blog  is  gorgeous  .  your  writing  ?  beautiful  .  you  have  dmitry  down  like  crazy  .  i  saw  anastasia  on  tour  and  was  like  oh  when  i  could  like  ??  see  your  writing  in  the  acting  (  if  that  makes  any  sense  )  .  not  to  mention  ,  i  love  all  of  the  edits  you  post  and  think  that  you’re  just  neat  :)      @suverennaya​  --  czarina  ,  we’ve  only  really  written  together  a  little  bit  but  i  admire  you  so  much  from  afar  (  even  though  it  isn’t  really  afar  ,  but  you  know  what  i  mean  )  .  all  of  your  blogs  are  so  pretty  and  your  writing  is  stunning  .  you’re  super  knowledgeable  and  it  really  shows  throughout  your  blog  .  as  members  of  the  broadway  rpc  ,  we  gotta  stick  together  and  thank  you  for  sticking  with  me  .      @gclddustheart​  --  kasee  ,  i  know  you  hate  my  angst  .  but  maybe  .  .  .  you  don’t  hate  me  since  you’ve  been  following  me  for  a  while  ??  jk  ,  maybe  .  anyway  ,  you’re  amazing  and  i  hope  you  know  that  i  appreciate  our  interactions  .  whenever  you  send  an  ask  i  do  the  keysmash  thing  because  i  get  so  excited  .  your  blog  and  writing  are  something  really  special  ,  and  i  want  to  thank  you  for  sharing  it  with  me  for  so  long  .      @soulofsea​  --  lissa  ,  your  writing  is  beautiful  .  whenever  i  see  that  you’ve  replied  ,  i  quite  literally  have  to  stop  what  i’m  doing  (  if  i  can  )  and  like  ,  curl  up  in  bed  to  read  it  .  you  have  such  a  gorgeous  ,  metaphorical  way  of  writing  that  i  could  only  ever  dream  of  having  .  not  to  mention  that  the  aesthetic  on  your  blog  is  genuinely  so  impressive  !!  thank  you  so  much  for  writing  with  me  and  not  getting  angry  with  nessa  for  being  mean  and  awful  to  annie  all  the  time  .  and  know  --  i  love  annie  with  all  my  heart  !!      @wantlonger​  --  ashley  ,  i  had  to  include  you  (  of  COURSE  )  because  even  if  we  don’t  write  much  and  our  threads  take  place  in  some  strange  ,  unknown  place  ,  we’ve  been  mutuals  for  way  longer  than  i  thought  ??  i  just  suppose  the  time  flies  when  you’re  writing  with  someone  as  amazing  as  you  .  all  of  your  characters  are  so  well  written  and  i  love  the  aesthetic  /  vibe  of  all  your  blogs  so  much  .  i’m  so  happy  that  we  write  together  and  hopefully  we’ll  continue  to  do  so  for  a  while  xoxo  gossip  girl

[walker-journal]

Aranea Oculo (POTW SOLO)

OOC Note: This solo features both the effects of Carach Neurotoxin and specific hallucinations described in the POTW entry. Though several other author’s player characters “appear” in this solo, Adam’s perceptions aren’t trustworthy after the initial paragraphs. 

sorry its so rambly, kitschy and long 

Possible Triggers: Arachnophobia, Sibling Death (The Vural Sisters), Eyes

The red tinged sun filtered down through the trees, the unrelenting heat of its gaze cooking the vine-choked grove of trees in an oven scented by rotting leaves and corpses squirming with spider eggs. Adam, Julio, Louis, and Hasan had been soaked with sweat before their trek even reached the network of Carach dens, the young Hunters being tasked with culling the ever present threat of giant spiders lest their rapid population growth become a threat to the town. Upon finding disfigured corpses of peoples and dogs, grotesquely swollen from the sun’s heat and masses of bulbous spider eggs glistening in their empty chest cavities, the boys knew to look up before skittering shadows dropped down from the forest’s canopy. 

Those without Hunter-schooling tended to underestimate a Carach, only to find bullets and claws glancing harmlessly off the spider’s exoskeleton as the attacker’s ribcages were impaled and popped open like clam shells by long spindly legs. Carach were superficially to mundane trap-door spiders in behavior, and were thus ambush predators that needed to be teased out of hiding. The Hunters at least had the advantage of being able to supernaturally sense where the creature’s were lurking beneath the ground and in the canopy. Most interlopers got no warning before they were dragged down and disemboweled. 

Adam got the unenviable task of throwing slabs of fresh meat towards where the creature hid and running like hell when the enormous spider erupted to the surface, scissoring mandibles dripping with venom. Louis, the young Parisian being the keenest shot in the hunting cadre, would summarily give each spider a taste of his trusty Lobaev Arms SVLK-14S tactical sniper rifle. Such was a Carach’s sheer toughness that this typically only set it off balance, but that gave the others enough time to  begin hacking off it’s deadly sharp legs with their machetes and try to pierce its exoskeleton with specialized nano-alloy stilettos. 

It was dangerous and backbreaking work, and the young Hunters stank with sweat and foul insectile ichor that was made all the more insufferable by the heat. The glade was filled with still-twitching limbs and human corpses stuffed full of eggs that they needed to burn. There'd been a close call when a Carach's burrow given way under Adam and Hassan's feet. They'd been immediately swarmed by biting spiderlings in a crawling frenzy of tiny fangs seeking out any exposed flesh. It’d been a narrow escape and Julio subjected them to an affectionate cussing tirade in Spanish as he plyed them with syringes filled with antivenom extracted  from rare plants back in his Ecuadorian home. 

“Adam….”

Adam looked up from wrapping wound dressing around deep fang wounds to see Athena and Penelope. They wore the familiar dark robes of the lake cult and regarded the Hunter with eyes stitched shut. They answered his horrified questions with sad shakes of the head before bolting off into the woods. 

“Walker, wait,” Hasan asked, attempting to seize Adam as the normally tactically minded young sprint toward the shadowed overhang.  “Wait we don’t know what they actually are!” 

Julio shouted something about “fractoxin” and Adam’s circulatory system, but the footballer was already bursting through the trees, heartbeat like thunder in his temples. 

Athena and Penelope were always a few steps ahead of him, the hems of their black robes fluttering like smoke through the tree line. He begged them to stop, that there were Carach everywhere. But they just screamed in the voices of many people at once, Adam’s mother Leah, his sisters, Dad, his brothers, Lucas, Winn, Kaden, Alain, Nic, Layla, Orion, and so many more. So many voices poured out of the girl’s mouths’ at once but Adam heard each one perfect clarity, begging him to stop the pain, to save them from ever-mounting agonies. 

But Adam couldn’t save them. He couldn't save anyone. He was just a murderer wearing a name he didn’t deserve.

Adam burst into a clearing. A farmstead was overgrown with choking vines, each weighed down with eyeballs that hung like bundles of overripe grapes. The sun stared down, seeming to consume the sky in scarlet fire as if the Earth were hurdling from its orbit. Adam’s heart was pounding like it going to literally burst, seeming to throb in time with the flaring of the glaring sun's tangled corona of burning veins. The fields were scorched and fallow, empty except for a single figure lying among the tilled rows of blackened dirt. 

“Blanche!” 

The rest of the hunting cadre’s voices were faint whispers drowned out by the frantic drumbeat of Adam’s heart as he ignored warnings of “Walker that's not what you think!” to hurtle over rows in the field till he reached where Blanche seemed to lay inert, pale hair stark against the ebon earth. Her hands were marred by familiar sigils that’d been found by the lake months earlier, now written in dried blood. The tears poured from the Hunter’s eyes as the Carach’s fractotoxin wrought havoc on his nervous system, brawny shoulders heaving as he begged Blanche to breathe. 

Beatrice Vural was graceful as ever as she emerged from the farmhouse, burial gown flowing like a silken cloud. She’d lost none of her poise, back erect and naked stump of a neck almost regal. Beatrice carried her own severed head as if it were a bride’s bouquet, expression one of knowing sadness, though whether those bloodless lips held an expression of final despair or a secret hope Adam couldn’t say. Beatrice mouthed a soundless word as if to answer Adam’s pleas and Blanche indeed began to stir. 

Adam’s world became red with pain as Blanche bit deep into his neck, nails clawing at his face. More Blanches rose up from the field like pale-haired crops. Teeth sank into Adam shoulders back and arms as he tried to shove the Blanches away, breath rasping hoarding as his heartbeat keep accelerating. He tried to stagger to his feet but felt tendons tear as teeth pierced deep in grips that yanked ragged bits of meat from him. Adam’s couldn’t see anything or hear any sound beyond his heartbeat. All he felt was the bite of those he’d been too late to save.

Someone yanked him out of the mosh pit of teeth and nails. Orion’s arms were covered with scars and the lacerations of manacles, yet held him strong. Blue fire billowed from Lucinda Vural’s hands, burning away the Blanches’ flesh to reveal bones that were not all human underneath. Kaden cursed Adam’s dumbassery as he shoved the younger Hunter in the car. Nic hit the gas and there was the terrible ripping sound of flesh squelching beneath tire tread. 

Adam’s world darkened as gunshots thundered above the sound of his heartbeat. 

[lgcallie]

₊ ˚   𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏!      ━  hello, i’m nic and this is an introduction! below the cut are triggers for hospitalization, health conditions, illness, and self doubts.  please like or im to plot if you’re interested! or add my krp twt @ eternitvs !

₊ ˚    LIFE BEFORE LEGACY

born as han ahri, prefers everyone to call her allie 

her family is a pretty normal one; white collar workers so they’re middle class.  has an older brother as well who seems a little distant to her but she loves him

when allie was born though, she was diagnosed with a heart condition and it led to a lot of medical expenses and stress

she had to spend some time in america to get a transplant and recover.  this is where she learned basic english skills and got the name “ allie ” because a younger girl in the children’s ward accidentally thought that was her name and it stuck with her for the rest of her life

after her return to korea, her parents ended up splitting because they couldn’t handle the stress of the hospital bills and the care allie required.  allie blames herself for this but she doesn’t really talk about it much

she ended up staying with her dad, and hasn’t really spoken to her mother ever since.  last she heard, she got remarried and is happier.  allie is happy for her but a little sad at the same time  (  plot idea! stepsiblings maybe?  )

after the transplant, she was still rather sickly and would tire easily.  she couldn’t keep up physically with other people her age and a lot of people considered her fragile.

popular with boys in high school bc she was that quiet, fragile girl and boys just love that shit.  shunned by girls because they thought she was faking illness when .. she wasn’t  (  plot ideas!  )

started taking up vocal lessons and piano lessons around junior high because she wasn’t able to participate in sports much.  her piano skills were so so, but her voice? that’s another story

her coach worked hard to help work her voice into something that would be noticed because they saw star quality in her even despite the physical setbacks.  eventually, in her late teens, legacy took notice of her and gave her a contract in july 2017

₊ ˚   TRAINEE LIFE

by the time she became a trainee, allie was super excited and really wanted to be able to keep up with the rest.  she knew it’d be a lot of work on her end though because she’s not really as physically capable, but she wanted to try

it was extremely difficult for her, though.  she couldn’t keep up with the physical strain and would often fall ill or injure herself because of her frail body.  it’s something that she grew a little bitter over as time went by and has likely cried about it and had doubts a lot over

she still strained herself though, and eventually had to go to the hospital for physical exhaustion.  this was around the time of one of the future dreams shows, and it really shut her down mentally.  allie wasn’t sure if she’d be even capable of living up to legacy’s expectations and she wasn’t sure why they were keeping her around at this point  ...  but they were, and she had to come to terms with that as well

even if her body wasn’t strong, she figured she’d have to strengthen her resolve in some way.  letting others down in a group and holding them back was not something that she was willing to do, not anymore.  she still had an intense desire to sing though, but she wasn’t sure how to make that happen without upping her performance levels

(  ooc note * it took her about two and a half years to FINALLY manage performance / dance levels that would be considered acceptable for debut ... that’s a long time for struggle  )

she’s still struggling to come to terms with the fact that she won’t be able to debut with people that either came long after her, or that she’s been training with for a long time .. but she also doesn’t want to hold them back which led to making a better decision for her, and hopefully for the rest of the girls that she knows

₊ ˚   FUTURE DREAMS & ASPIRATIONS

knowing that she’ll never make it in an idol group because the activity is far too strenuous, but still having the desire to sing ... she’s decided to try and make it into a more creative path  (  ie, lgccreatives  )  and debut as a soloist while writing her own songs

for this, she began attending university about a year ago to study music composition and production.  she’s leveled steadily in these areas in the past year since she started working towards these goals, though legacy hasn’t really taken note of it quite yet ... she hopes they will soon

about three months after beginning her studies, allie began to fold paper cranes and when she finally reaches 1000, she hopes to express her wish to become a soloist and a producer with legacy to the company.  she plans on giving them the paper cranes to show her resolve  (  plot idea! give me people who support this! filled!  )

₊ ˚   HEADCANONS

she’s a big seo haneul fan.  like, the biggest.  she currently has a few posters of him hanging in her room and has likely even watched smtm just to see him even though it’s not her type of show.  but if she happens to see him anywhere in the company or a 1000 yard vicinity she immediately turns pale and tries to disappear

the paper cranes that she’s always folding either have short snippets of lyrics that she’s written, or beginnings of music compositions.  they are not full songs, but there are many that are connected, so they could eventually make a full song.  currently she is on her 998th as shown in her introduction video

she keeps her paper cranes hanging by her bed so that she can easily find them and add new ones whenever she’s ready to do so.  she’s been doing this for ~9 months now

she really likes to fold origami and will often fold little flowers or animals for her friends at legacy or for people that she admires  (  plot ideas! filled!  )

cut her hair short sometime in the past year.  someone thinks that she suffered a broken heart because of this  -  whether or not that’s true remains to be seen  (  plot ideas! filled!  )

[strongxrl]

😡 ☯ and ❤

😡 : Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

EILIAN! Okay so my first roleplay experience was in How to Train Your Dragon and there was this OC named Eilian. I don’t think I ever got the mun’s name so I’m referring to her as Eilian as well. Eilian (mun) was just, oh my fucking god. First of all her character made no sense. Literally Eilian (character) was a normal girl in a village that just... forgot she existed? Literally never came up with any sort of explanation. They just straight up forgot she existed and her own parents did too. What in the fresh fuck.

She was emotionally abusive and manipulative in and out of character. She had a ship with a Hiccup RPer I affectionately called Runt. Runt was a sweetheart and the mun was as well. Eilian routinely manipulated Runt into doing what she wanted (ic and ooc) and oh my god the coma.

Eilian (character) and Runt were married and she became pregnant. It was around this time that myself and other RPers were talking to Runt’s mun pointing out the abuse and the marriage was on the rocks. Eilian (character, who again is pregnant) becomes an alcoholic. He tried to be nice to her by getting her flowers (that he wanted to serve as peace offering for one of their IC fights) and she decided because he smelled like flowers that he was cheating on her. So she got drunk, threw herself off a cliff (PREGNANT!) and went into a coma. 

What in the ever loving fuck.

She then made a new OC named Eir and would be aggressive towards anyone Eilian (character) didn’t like (especially me bc Runt looked at my muse as an older sister) and Eilian (mun) would post things where we shouldn’t be so hard on Runt and when multiple people pointed out nobody but her was accusing him of anything, she’d delete the comments. Classy as fuck, right? So then somehow she delivers a healthy baby (ALCOHOLIC EILIAN DRANK THROUGH THE PREGNANCY HOW WAS THIS BABY HEALTHY) girl, but died in childbirth.

She (mun) then took all of the well-wishing comments as us wanting her shitty OC back and decided Eilian was going to be a Valkyrie? Like why, nobody wanted you back Eilian. While Eilian was in the coma Runt met Bevin. A soft sweet girl who was always there when he needed someone and never asked for anything in return. By the time Eilian had died, Runt and Bevin were inseparable and they eventually got married. So Runt and Bevin had twins and Eilian (character) shows up and asks Bevin permission to have another baby with Runt. Eilian (mun) NEVER CONTACTED US TO ASK IF THIS WAS AN OKAY THING TO DO, AND SHE WAS SHUT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.

It was around this time she started harrassing us all ooc and when one of us asked her “are you nuts” she decided to tell us she was bipolar but didn’t need her meds because she “felt fine” and I’m sorry but like... It’s one thing if you have a mental illness, but it’s another thing if you ignore or deliberately avoid treatment that is meant to better yourself. Any time we expressed concern for her mental health she would insist we were all ableist monsters when all we wanted was her to realize how self-destructive she was being.

Eventually, she disappeared and we thought we were safe.

And then Sorcerer’s Apprentice happened. Holy shit. Eilian returned with an OC named Gwen. I was playing as the main character, a dude named Dave, and Runt’s mun was Nic Cage’s character. But Eilian was convinced that I was playing Nic and Runt’s mun was playing Dave. She’d message me with things she said I should know even though I explained time and time again that I wasn’t Runt’s mun.

The intro thread with these two. Eilian didn’t plot anything with me ahead of time, so when Dave is approached by a strange girl on a motorcycle talking about magic his first thought is “I should leave”. She proceeded to chase him town several city blocks (ON THE MOTORCYCLE), into a shop, and proceeded to use her magic to fuck the shop up until good ol’ Nic Cage showed up as backup. Jesus fucking Christ on a stick. 

Eilian never understood (even after it was explained to her) that this was a bad move on her part. She’d disregard the way we characterized our canon muses and decided on her own that she was perfect for our muses and oh my fucking god.

Even years later I am terrified that she will emerge again and chase my kiddos down the street on motorcycles just because my kids don’t want to be talked to by strange people talking about things they have no business knowing about.

☯ : Greatest challenge to writing your character?

UM, probably trying to make sure my kiddos stay somewhat real. There’s real-world-real and there’s canon-real and it feels like not everyone realizes they aren’t the same thing.

Real-world-real is watching superhero movies and wishing they were real.

Canon-real is a little kid staring at Avengers toys in a shop window and looking up to see Spider-man swinging over their head and seeing a very real possibility of what they can be.

Finding the balance between the two kinds of real is the hardest thing I think.

❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

Fuck if I know. I like kidnap/stalking plots and Dana ( @thxemazingem aka @imworthfivedollars) can tell you I’m awful to my children.

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Oh My God! Your blog is lovely ! Could I please request a scenario where Worick Arcangelo falls in love with someone he was supposed to kill? Thank you!

Wow, thank you! Honestly I got so excited when I saw that I have a Gangsta request I almost choked. PLEASE feel free to request other Gangsta imagines, I have a huge crush on Nic and would love to write for any of our precious bbs. The anime is so underrated! Also, so I wrote this and… yes this is practically a book. I KNOW I don’t know why ;; I hope you like though! Sorry if it’s OOC!

Y/N = Your Name

L/N = Last Name

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

Life was pretty simple nowadays. Sure with a half Twilight by his side things did go a little smoother, but it was more of a lonely sort of life. Then again, most people didn’t think about the fact he was orphaned at such a young age or about the abuse he suffered. Maybe that’s why it was easy to get along with Nicolas. They both understood the pain they went through.

But that wasn’t to say it didn’t leave him feeling a little empty. Girls loved him, he was a real hit with the ladies. He was fit and could sweet talk any gal that came his way, but with a sort of genuineness most didn’t have. And being used by others didn’t seem to phase him. So his line of work in a lot ways was standard.

Until now, of course.

Y/N was different than most in Ergastulum. They brought a whole new sense of life to the room. They weren’t the life of the party by any means, but it was like each time he met their eyes he felt like living wasn’t just another thing waiting to be done. It was a roller coaster that could make some people cry in freight and others grin from joy.

But the time came when Y/N had made themselves a nuisance to the founding fathers. They needed a unswayable party and of course, Worick and Nicolas were the men for the job.

But if he was unable to be swayed, it was strange to feel his stomach drop when he read their name on the list. He felt sick.

“Y/N L/N? The Y/H/C babe who hangs around Granny Joel’s place?” Worick side eyed the page. For someone with photographic memory it would be assumed he got that already.

“Mm, guess so. Matter to ya?” Adkins voice was stern, not really showing much remorse for the situation. But then again, how could he? To him it was just another person who got in the way at the wrong time.

He let his hands fall to his sides. “It doesn’t, really. You want this done tonight?”

“Nahh, give it a week, if it’s done now it’ll raise suspicion.”

With that he cocked his head then began to stroll off.

Later on in the day, he of course got a phone call from Granny Joel. He couldn’t say no to her, and he hoped to god Y/N wasn’t there or else the guilt would really begin to sink in. He didn’t want to that their life. More of a stranger to him they just seemed.. Different, and that’s a terrible thing to get rid of.

As soon as he arrives with Nicolas, who of course wasn’t in a talking mood, he notices the plucky Y/N dressed in some old clothes and holding paint brushes and paint.

“Listen boys,” Granny started, her voice croaking slightly. “I hate to be botherin’ ya, but Y/N wanted to give me a hand on paintin’ the place up. And they’ve a been such a dear, hate to make them do it themselves. Give ‘em a hand?”

Despite the ongoing knowledge the two boys had, he let a grin settle on his face as he nodded.

“Why not, I’d hate to make a pretty little thing like that do it ‘emselves.”

Throughout the rest of the week, it was like he couldn’t avoid Y/N. He ran into the Y/H/C beauty nearly everywhere. And each time he grew more and more enamored by them. There was nothing to dislike! He wanted to hate them, and the only reason he could find to was that they had an appointment with death and he was gonna have to be the one to deliver it!

And today was the day to do it.

There was no other way of viewing things. Get the job done and get out. He was more than thrilled to receive some cash to pay the bills and perhaps get some good grub every now and then, and if killing had to be the result he had to admit that he didn’t mind doing it.

Nicolas tucked his katana into the belt of his slacks, and Worick slid the gun into the waistline of his jeans as he knocked, deciding that it was much more humane to kill them at their own home. At least they could die while in a place they loved. They deserved that honor at least.

The door swung open, and the bright eyed face greeted him.

“I didn’t expect to see you Worick! Or you, Nicolas! What a surprise.” They grinned, almost as if they were paying attention to him and him only.

It made his heart swell and his breath hitch momentarily.

Before he could even think, he found himself speaking. “Well, sugar, don’t you look nice? I actually wanted to speak with you alone, Nic will wait outside.”

His partner’s expression shifted to slight confusion before nodding briefly and then Worick watched as Y/N blushed like a schoolgirl. It was cute, really.

“Sure, come in. Make yourself at home!” They cheered, their tone nothing far from nervous but still filled with joy.

He stepped in the doorway before Y/N gave a little wave to the smaller male outside, before shutting the door.

Worick was internally panicking. Why did he do that? He knew that if Nicolas wasn’t with him he was gonna chicken out and call it a night. But this felt better. It felt better to be in the vicinity of Y/N alone. And to be able to stare into those big Y/E/C eyes and watch as their Y/H/C locks bounced up and down with each step they took.

Perhaps he could simply have one last conversation with them and then use his M19 pistol to take them out. That would be fair to the both of them.

As they sat down on the couch, ensuring that Worick did the same opposite to them, an easy smile curled on their cheeks. “What’d you want to talk to me about?”

He momentarily was cut off guard by the communication, but quickly grinned. “Oh, yeah, that.”

“You’re a little distracted tonight I see.” They laughed.

“Only by you.”

That was half true, wasn’t it?

“Well- um, thank you! Actually I was hoping to get a chance to talk to alone to.” They gentle paused. “It’s probably best I go first.. Worick, I-.. I’ve been thinking and I’ve really enjoyed spending time together.. And I know you are in, eh, more of a service that wouldn’t be suitable for a relationship. But that-.. That doesn’t matter. Point is, I have developed feelings for you and I would like to know if you feel the same.”

He was stunned. It wasn’t the first time he’s received a confession, by any means. But it was the first time he’s received one from someone who mutually felt the same. It was also the first time he’d gotten one from someone he was ordered to kill.

He put his head in his hands. What was he to do? If they felt the same, then why did he half to kill them? He couldn’t see them in a pool of their own blood at the hands of him.

“L-Listen! It-It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way! I.. I will understand!” They were visibly shaken up when they saw him react this way. How oblivious to the situation they were.

He met their eyes, before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on their lips.

“I don’t have anything to tell you now.” He laughed against their soft lips, before pressing another kiss to their skin.

They could find another job. And if anyone did try to finish the job for him, he’d take care of them no problem.

Let’s just say poor Nicolas was waiting in the cold for a couple of hours.

[wldbirds]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

[wldbirds]

ya girl graduated with !!  highest distinction

[wldbirds]

let’s be real the only update we need is one that lets us change our primary blog 

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also enough whining from me . like this and i’ll send you memes !