#( hope u can forgive me <3 )

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[kindred-spirit-93]

*appears with a note saying "odypen art pls?"*

mwah!

*skidaddles*

russet potato & banana peel <3

[leenfiend]

I'm using my drawing for evil rn. mortal instruments be upon ye.

[tharkflark1]

Go read @legionarmz fic or else Read it here

[enruint]

clown jumpscare on the dash. the clown is me. i had this whole essay written out but i decided not to post that bc i am allergic to being perceived and to ever share what's going on with me. sorry chat if i were a character in a show or book i'd be the one the fans would psycho-analyze and decide that 'he'd rather have his nails pulled out one by one than share his feelings tf???' does that mean i'd be the dreaded fan fav?? having the most outrageous takes written about me??? i am joking. but also i am not. as in i am not joking about not wanting to share beyond the bare minimum on the dash right now. gotta keep up my clown face after all JHSABJKDDF anyway!! let me be srs for just a second: the one thing i will share is that i feel so burnt out. and that in turn makes me feel so icky when i log in here. i don't know what it is but i've been on a sort of semi-hiatus for 4 months alrdy and nothing really changed. i want to write here but i also don't want to. it's sickening honestly. i am going to put this blog on an official hiatus rn when it comes to ic writing until i know what to do. you're free to unfollow bc i really don't know when i'll be writing here and i hate saying that i will and then end up not doing anything. save for maybe writing some meta posts once in a blue moon, i don't think i'll be doing much. and even that i can't promise at this point. all this to say that i'll continue to be very scarce for a while. or i'll just remake. it's all up in the air for now. we'll see what future me decides.

[maicrowave]

the dan howell quote "thank you for everything slash i hope you're sorry" really sums it up huh

well, you're welcome slash i am

[lepakonpaska]

so captivated by them. unfortunately

[collectivecloseness]

I’m still not feeling 100% unfortunately, but my brain is absolutely swimming with the want to write, I just think full fledged fics are off the table for another day or two because wow I am not doing well

But I would really really love to hear your guys thoughts/hc’s on yandere!characters/polys and chat about them!

Please feel free to send in any of your thoughts on any character/poly/scenario with (eg, yandere Eddie, yan fruity four, yan steddie etc) and I will write and write about how brilliant and correct you are but also how that could all go down and what that could look like and potential worldbuilding and etc etc etc 👀

[ikyw-t]

y'know I think about this tweet often. I don't think truer words have ever been spoken....

[johnwatersvhs]

its making my mutuals hate me o'clock: jeff buckley's cover of i know its over is boring and sound disingenious

[seagreenkey]

i died forever and frubbo brought me back to life

[v-anrouge]

heheheheh don’t mind me just joining in on the matchups, dearest cupidaster~

okay hmmmmm my love language is quality time and acts of service because i like spending time with the people i care about, whether we’re doing something extremelyyy exciting or just lazing around all day at home. i’m typically down for anything (within reason lol) as long as it’s something my partner wants and loves to do. it can be hard for me to vocalize my own emotions too, so to show people i love them, i like to help them out in any way i can—even if it’s the smallest things 

for love languages to look for in someone, i’d say it would be words of affirmation and physical touch. there’ll be times where i get too sucked into my own head that my thoughts will get the best of me, so having someone that could bring me back to reality with some comforting words would be nice <3 and while i do tend to stray away from physical touch, i weirdly crave it too (i’m actually just awkward when people hug me or smth lmao like it looks like i don’t enjoy it, but i really do- just don’t know how to show it properly)

most of my hobbies revolve around music lolol like i play the violin, sing, and i’d like to pick up the guitar soon. chronically listening to things on spotify and i also love a bunch of musicals. random karaoke sessions, too. lately i’ve been writing a bunch, but i also like wasting time reading novels, webcomics, manga, watching anime, etc. and i don’t really mind my partner’s hobbies; whatever they enjoy and like to do is perfect

for me, i think my partner should be a little more out-going compared to me, open-minded, and respectful for those times when my social battery is running low. i know certain people are uncomfortable when it’s too quiet, but i really like relaxing with people in a comfortable silence. puts less pressure on me to keep up a conversation lmao and if my partner likes it too, then yay we’re both happy. i also like it when someone is observant to the people around them

sorry it’s kinda long 💀 thank you in advance tho and don’t worry about answering right away! just take all the time that you need whenever you want <333

i assign u to me let's date /j

your first match IIIISSSS

ROOK oh he absolutely loves spending time with you, you're both usually a bit busy but as soon as you two have time he'll immediately break into come over to your house to spend as much time as possible with you, rook would love to be able to watch a movie or a musical with you, rook would enjoy talking about it as it plays but in case that annoys you he'll keep to himself until it ends and then he can talk about it, if you don't like talking about movies/musicals then he'll just if you enjoyed it and then ask if he can put another one

rook cannot get enough of you, if you allow him to he'll always be holding your hand and kissing it as he tells you how much he loves you, you're always on his mind he goes through his day while daydreaming about you the whole time waiting excitedly until he can meet you again and hug you tightly laughing as he tells you how much he missed you, his heart beats so fast whenever you offer to help him a soft blush appearing on his cheeks and he smiles fondly at you and goes on and on about how you're such an amazing lover and how lucky he is to have you on his life dramatically putting a hand on his forehead

there is little rook enjoys more than praising you and talking about how awesome you are and if you think he does it a lot to you then you haven't seen how much he talks about you to literally anyone else, everyone on that school has at least once been told about how much of an amazing lover you are some of them think it's cute some thinks it's funny and some are so done they just want you both to graduate and get married already so they'll have peace

as soon as rook learns you play instruments he'll beg that you allow him to watch you playing, if you say you're too shy to show him tho he'll respect it and apparently leave the topic behind but little do u know that rook's plan is leveling up his praise even more so that you'll feel secure in your skill and ask rook if he would like to listen, if you allow him tho he'll sit down with a bright smile and his eyes shining expectantly he can barely contain his excitement you haven't even done anything yet but rook looks like he already wants to start praising you

after you play to rook he'll beg for a duet, it would mean so much to him to be able to sing by your side, especially if the song was a special song to you both, he'll treasure that memory for the rest of his life.

rook loves to take you out on dates and since you both love musicals a lot of the dates have to do with them, after the musical ends rook plans to make an amazing dinner for the both of you and talk about the musical

rook loves writing so when he discovers it's something you enjoy too he'll be over the moon, he'll ask if he can see your works and if you let him he'll be so so happy, in exchange he'll show you his poems, but not the ones like he writers for vil no, he shows you the his personal poems, poems that talk about his private life and he looks really flustered while you read them but he smiles softly the whole time, trust is something really important for rook and he wants to show you that he truly does care and trust you and hopes that you feel the same towards him

rook understands that he can be a lot some times so whenever he senses you're getting overwhelmed he'll immediately stop or remove the situation and take you to a quiet place so that you can recover, he'd ask you if you want him to leave or stay and depending on your answer he'd either kiss your forehead and leave with a smile or stay by your side holding your hand and quietly enjoying your company

you mean a lot to rook and he doesn't want to mess up this relationship in any ways so rook is always very careful of your boundaries and always make sure to look for any signs you might feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, rook feels completely accepted and love for the first time in years and he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, you're so precious to him, he finally has a safe place, he finally feels like he can be himself and not be afraid of the vulnerability because knows you'd never hurt him, because he knows you truly love him and he couldn't ask for anything better

other possibilities: lilia, riddle, malleus & vil

[burninq]

"...I'm so lonely. It scares me how lonesome I've been feeling." Unprompted

there's a lot of things Calcifer understands and loneliness is one of them. he's been alone for a very, very long time . . . he understands the sort of pain it can put someone through and with how young she is, he can't help but feel a certain kind of sadness for her, a feeling he rarely allows himself to feel. Calcifer has been around for a long time, and he's been alone for most of it. he'd hate to see someone like her end up like someone like him. he's still alone. perhaps that's for the best. he wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't alone. he wouldn't know who he is or who to be.

still, he looks at her and feels his lips press into a thin line as he crouches down to her eye level, hoping not to intimidate or insult, but to offer some form of comfort. "i'm alone too," he tells her, voice unusually soft. "maybe we can be lonely together."

@lonelybleds

[causenessus]

MORNING or evening or afternoon or night to u ness!! i hope you’ve eaten !! and i hope ur day is good! how are u !!!! today i had salmon and rice for breakfast and my friends wanted to go on a walk in this dreading weather so i’m getting ready for that rn !!! i hope ur day has been good and ur feeling alright!

GOOD MORNING MY LOVE!! oh it's 9:30 pm rn GOOD EVENING!!! I'm so sorry i missed you ask yesterday 😞😞😞 i was so busy between my two shifts but 6:30 am SOUNDS TORTUROUS i hope u don't have to do that often!! and honestly i went thru a little hamilton phase too so </3 but YK WHAT'S FUNNY!!! I ALSO ATE SALMON AND RICE TODAY <3 technically it was ochazuke (just pouring green tea over it) BUT WE'RE BLUETOOTH CONNECTED!!! i hope your walk was good and it wasn't too hot 😭 today has been pretty nice weather for me!! it poured for like five minutes and has been in like the 70s ever since I AM MANIFESTING AN EARLY FALL!!! i hope you are doing well today too!!! thank u for stopping in as always <3

[downs1de-has-moved]

PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND VILLAINY

@momguilt: "You believe me, don't you?"

"I don't believe much of anyone."

It's true, and a philosophy of life for House, known for teaching anyone who worked under him that everybody lies.

But sometimes, out of the sheer goodness of his heart, he lends an ear to those whose stories are scarcely credible, as was her case.

"But do you have any reason to be lying to me?"

[causenessus]

HIT 30 TAGS ONCE AGAIN MY LAST TAG WAS JUST GOOD LUCK ON YOUR AP CLASSES MWAH I LOVE YOU RYE THIS WAS SO GOOD YOU'RE THE BEST <3 I LOVE MAC DEMARCO I LOVE YOU!!

the night shift — slow down

day 5 | masterlist | day 7

now playing: heart to heart by mac demarco

"you're late," she hums, with a lilt of tease and jest. she doesn't look up at him. the jingle of the doors opening cues her into fixing her posture, her spine fitting into the shape of her chair. he watches the action but can't quite process it, too overwhelmed with all the sweat and clothes and hair sticking to his skin.

an apology falls from chapped lips instinctively. he slips into the space behind the counter and discards his jacket from his figure, haphazardly throwing it into the break room before taking his usual seat beside her. "practice ran overtime," he heaves out as soon as he settles into his spot. like routine.

it's a slow day. the night shift is busy, for the most part, but there are the rare handful of days where the store is stagnant. they're silent, save for the hums of the heater and the refrigerators and the wind outside the window, and compared to the last shift they'd worked together, it's not so tense. it's light, almost, the burden of unspoken words and misdirected emotions no longer weighing heavily on their shoulders. he basks in it, just for a moment, before she gets up from her chair to busy herself with something, anything to escape the stasis. he follows suit.

restocks are her favorite task, he's noticed. it's her go-to to pass time, when her hands don't know what to do with themselves and her mind runs rampant. the boxes sit beside the snack shelves, the tape sliced open and the flaps lifted, ready to be emptied and organized. his shoulder brushes against hers briefly as he situates himself next to her, leaning into the depths of the first shipment and handing each product to her one by one. they fall into a slow, steady system. he passes. she places.

"remind me why you didn't go pro?" she questions almost a bit too loudly, failing to consider whether or not she's breaching a checkpoint that she isn't meant to pass yet. she notices the stutter in his movements, the flicker of a hitched breath, the avoidant stare. the perspiration still sticks to his forehead from before, evidence of the effort he had been putting into practice moments before clocking in.

kageyama stands, his shoulders rolling back and the bones popping slightly. an inhale through his nose, an exhale through his mouth, and he droops, as if physically bearing the mental baggage of what she presumed to be his passion. "i burned out, i think," he starts. it's barely there, barely audible. "i think i was also just scared. i was becoming someone i didn't recognize, so," he pauses. "i dropped it."

i think, i think, i think, as if he was still unsure in a decision he made years ago. she leans against the shelf with one shoulder, her eyes fixed on his while he fidgets with a bag of candy. "do you regret it?"

"sometimes," he whispers, almost sheepishly. "i do want to seek help for it. yachi recommended therapy, but," he pauses again, placing the candy in his palms into hers. he wills his mind into ignoring the way her hand ghosts over his, but his body can't seem to follow suit, with the ticklish feeling running through his palm and the dusting of pink on the corners of his ears (it's only visible if you look hard enough). the bag is set up neatly on the shelf, in line with all the others of its kind. "id want someone i know to listen to me. someone who actually knows me, not someone who's forced to."

she doesn't ask any more -- she knows not to. her shoes squeak against the tile as she makes her way to the next row, kageyama following behind her with the cart of boxes. they fall back into routine. he passes. she places. again, and again, and again, until it's muscle memory, so much so that they just barely miss the chime of the doors opening.

the pair from across the street -- none other than her two favorite new grounds employees (and his, though he'd never admit that) -- waltz into the building, steaming hot coffees cusped between their gloved hands and thick, wooly scarves (matching, of course) wrapped around their necks. "we thought we'd visit," yamaguchi explains first, taking his and yachi's drinks and placing them on the counter as if the place were their own. "it's slow tonight, and i think i'd rather kill myself than make small talk with our boss."

the two rid themselves of their garments -- the scarves, the coats, the gloves -- and just like the coffee, it all finds itself splayed across the counter.

a warmth spreads through her chest at the sight. it comes again when they all sit behind the register, two spare plastic chairs pulled out for the newfound company. and it rises once more when they all laugh in unison, the sound reverberating in both the store and her heart. it trickles up from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her head, and with each pass it makes, she feels even lighter.

she wonders where it all was before. the white-hot glow of everything around her washes over the burden of being once riddled in her bones, and she questions the bigger picture that had consumed her life before: the false yearning for what once was, the reminiscence, the overbearing memory of someone that isn't quite her. a soft breath falls from her tongue, and another, and another, and another.

ᡣ𐭩 sooo cheesy LOL. but i loved when i first thought of this chapter bc the vibes were so cute and warm and i needed it to be in this series

ᡣ𐭩 updates r obvs going much slower be of school..... i need to be shot before APs kill me (AP phys and AP calc bc i will always hate you)

ᡣ𐭩 kageyama very often comes in sweaty from practice. do with that what u will

ᡣ𐭩 it's not very common for yachi n yams to come into the store at all. to kind of clarify the relationship btwn yachi yams and yn, it's like online they're oomfs and irl theyre just moots. do u catch my drift. in all srs yn is the one to visit them more often (bc it's new grounds, duh) which is kind of what sparked the household connection (outside of kenhina)

ᡣ𐭩 it's ALSO not very common for kageyama to be asked about the decision that sort of haunts his entire life. his roommates know it's a sore topic, and they were also there when the decision was made, and hinata brings it up way too much already, and it's just such an awkward conversation that they try not to pry too far. which is both great and horrible for kags, bc while he doesn't necessarily want to talk about it all the time (again, the theme of running away from his problems), he knows that bottling it up doesn't help at all

ᡣ𐭩 am i projecting? i guess we'll never know!

ᡣ𐭩 as i'm typing this i'm realizing that i need to finish mezzo forte (might discontinue it to be honest but ARGHHGHGHSD its so close to ending)

ᡣ𐭩 the fall of mezzo forte is like my fall of the roman empire. but this isn't about mezzo forte this is about the night shift

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