#(i also have the letters bolded bc it shows the color better)

[towl]

Hi, I saw your post about Samaotki and I was wondering…. How do you do to put the color gradient to the texts? Your blog is great!

hi ! thank you so much 😊

for the color. i just use [ this site ] to make the gradient for me, and you can make everything one particular color or you can repeat the code to spell out the words and just adjust the hex # for each color/letter

for the text, you have to use html and you enter this code:

<span style="color: #ec5188">S</span>

and ta da!

SAMATOKI :D

[hausofmamadas]

MURDER HUSBANDS | Wind them up and watch them go (love letter to NBC’s Hannibal)

♫ To the tune of Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead (with overture by Bruno Battisti D’Amario) ♫

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Wow

So I feel like I say this every time. But Mary mother of god, this was a behemoth. By a mile the hardest vid I’ve ever made joke’s on me bc I’m the fucking crackerjack who decided to tack on an whole ass other song as an overture bc why in the name of all cocks would I decide to make anything easy like it’s funny bc I always have an impression of how easy a vid is going to come together when I get the idea, right. And this duo with this song just pbj. So ngl I thought the shit was gonna edit itself. But guess what yall? Radiohead like … makes some intricate, complex-sounding shit stunning revelation, almost as if that’s what they’re fuckinfjsbs known for

HOWMEVER, the day has come, it’s arrived and I’ve looked at this thing for so long now, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, cannot tell if it’s good anymore. My last vid, I took a long break so by the end, I had enough time away from it to remember it was at least good. This? This could be visual gobbledygook, mush for your eyes, the equivalent of that shit brown shade you get when you mix too many water colors together.

But likehopefully it’s not and you can pls enjoy this love letter to one of the greatestqueer romances in modern media, which is a bold statement whatever fight me but I can’t think of a queer ship before this in tv/movies where the romance unfolds like any other hetero relationship and queer identity isn’t the focus, which even though I think is important, lbr there’s more to gays than being gay. Like it’s kinda visionary, despite the fact that neither character is explicitly queer, when it becomes clear that they’re in love with each other, no one, in-universe, is pearl-clutching all: EGAD! But Will’s never been with 😱a man😱 before?? How in THE DICKENS could he be in love with Hannibal when I don’t have definitive proof he’s even touched tips with another man let alone been balls deep!!!!!!!! How dare he not have this big, gay awakening for us all to gawk at applaud for!!!!” ?

No, literally every character: Jack, Alana, Bedelia, Margot, Mason, even Will’s wife god bless I cannot remember her name but she deserved better *shakes fist at Will* etc., all acknowledge the transcendent romantic bond btwn them and no one questions it. Well, no one questions it thru the lens of performed queerness. Tbf ppl had a lotta questions about the like probable impending multiple murders which validsisjwh

These are just 2 ppl who’re in love with each other to the point of being uncontrollably homicidal Which like … goals? Like I’ve really wracked my brain and can’t think of another queership that unfolds like every other hetero ass love story. That is to say, where fluidity is more the default, at least to the extent that no one talks about the orientation of either players within the show’s universe. Regardless of whether Bryan Fuller intended that from the start which tbh I don’t think he did but I also don’t think it’s fair to call it queerbaiting. I think he let the story unfold and realized kinda with the rest of us that this was a magical!realism romance and not a crime procedural and by S3 leaned tf into it doesn’t really matter bc the universe in which these two exist to truss each other up like Christmas turkeys aka foreplay symbolizes so much more to me than whatever it was initially invented to be. And if it’s not art, folks, idk what is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ofc I mean the show is art, not the vid. Vid=potential gobbledygook

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taglist: @tofuwildcard @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc

[nuclear-wazte-eater]

Chapter 1 starts slow so I apologize. I promise it gets better I just felt the need to include chapter 1 for background and etc- ALSO DON'T QUESTION SOME OF MY LOGIC.. BC IDK EITHER 😔 (I'm an amateur and this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is welcome :D <3 )

(Inside Gammy's house. 1 pm)

Creed had been sitting on the couch, reading over his college application when Cairo had walked into the trailer with a goofy grin plastered on his face. Cairo then shoved a paper into Creed's face, obstructing his view of his application. It was a slightly crumpled poster that was covered in vibrant colors and bold letters announcing that Johnny Cage would be doing a fan meet in Los Angeles, California, on December 18th from 3 to 5pm.

Creed's face immediately lit up with excitement as Cairo took the paper back. Cairo nodded his head to his life long best friend, signaling that they'd be attending. They'd both been fans of the actor for nearly a year now. They'd watched nearly all his movies and shows, even ones he was barely in.

"Holy shit!" Creed exclaimed with a smile, throwing his computer to the side. He then sat up and put his hands in the air. Creed was smiling so hard that Cairo was convinced his face hurt.

"Yeah, man! I got us bus passes! If we leave today we can get there the day of." Cairo explained, his voice full of delight. He had planned this whole thing out once he saw this poster at work. One of his coworkers had been bragging about their cousin working for a company that hosted fan meets for celebrities in Cali. Cairo knew then and there that this was something he and Creed needed to attend.

Creed didn't need to be told twice, he immediately started packing. The 19-year-old sprinted towards the hallway closet and jerked his suitcase out. Cairo decided to stay back and make them some food for the road.

Creed bolted down the hallway and towards his grandmother's room with his bag in tow. He knew for a fact she'd be doing laundry while watching Judge Judy right about now. He slung the door open and immediately started grabbing articles of clothing and then shoving them into his suitcase.

"Gammy! I'm going to see Johnny Cage!" Creed exclaimed as he attempted to cram as many clothes into his bag as humanly possible. He didn't even care about what he put in there, as long as he wasn't naked he'd be fine. Gammy, however, looked utterly clueless. She couldn't comprehend why her grandson/godson was so frantic.

As Gammy glanced up from the TV, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Johnny Cage?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

Creed paused, his shirt halfway stuffed into his overflowing suitcase. "He's the martial artist-movie star guy that I like, you remember? He's doing a fan meet in Cali, and we're going to go see him!"

Gammy's expression softened as she watched her grandson's excitement. She definitely didn't understand the allure of Johnny Cage, but she understood that he was important to both Creed and Cairo.

"Well, remember that people ain't always as they seem... but have fun, baby." she said softly, a smile resting on her lips.

Creed smiled back at his grandmother's response and zipped up his suitcase before kissing her on the cheek as a goodbye. Creed then dashed to the kitchen where he knew Cairo was.

Cairo stood near the counter, wrapping sandwiches up in a paper towel. Assumably a snack for the long bus rides they would need to take. Cairo licked his fingertips clean of grape jelly and turned to his best friend.

"I got one PB, one J, and one PB&J." Cairo announced, now putting the sandwiches into his book bag. Creed nodded his head, now trying to shove his wallet and toothbrush into his pants pocket.

"I'm so fucking pumped, dude." Creed muttered as he kept hurriedly packing items into his cargo pants. He had so much filling his pockets that his pants started to sag horribly from the weight.

Cairo chuckled, watching Creed struggle with his overloaded pockets. "Jesus, you packed everything but the kitchen sink, dude." he teased, zipping up his backpack with ease. Creed grunted in reply, finally managing to squeeze everything into his pockets.

They grabbed their bags along with their skateboard, which they called Tony Hawk, and exited the trailer. They both walked down the trailer park driveway and towards the road. The boys began to skateboard down the road, Cairo being the one guiding their movements and pushing them while Creed held onto him. This had been their means of transportation since they had turned 12.

Once they got behind a pickup truck, Cairo grabbed the bumper. As they coasted, the cold wind blowing through their hair, Creed couldn't help but let out a loud 'woooh' of excitement. Cairo grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. They zipped past empty fields that were once full of wheat and tobacco. Creed looked over at their shadows as they darted over the landscape.

Suddenly, the pickup truck slowed to a stop at a crossroad in town, leaving Cairo and Creed to navigate their way to the bus stop. Cairo glanced at Creed with a glint in his eye. "You ready for this?" he asked, despite already knowing the answer.

Creed flashed a grin, his eyes lighting up. "Totally, dude." he replied instantly, his voice full of confidence. It was something they'd done thousands of times, but that didn't make it any less exhilarating.

Cairo then pushed off the bumper and swerved into the road, executing a few twists and turns as they weaved between the oncoming traffic. The drivers honked their horns in shock and quickly hit the brakes. The boys seemed to ignore it though, their focus was on getting to the bus stop and eventually, Johnny Cage's fan meet.

As they emerged from the small intersection without injury, their laughter echoed through the air. Honks and swears filled the distance, the drivers were beyond pissed at the two 19-year-olds. It wasn't uncommon for them to do this which caused them to be seen as nuisances in their small town.

They eventually arrived at the bus stop and slowly came to a halt. Cairo picked up their shared skateboard and carried it to the seats. It took 30 minutes for a bus to finally pull up.

The driver opened the door then looked the two boys up and down. His eyes focused on their clothes and faces. They skimmed over Creed's camo shirt, ripped-up black cargos, and dirty converses then his eyes slowly drifted over to Cairo. He squinted at Cairo's 'no dolphins' shirt before scoffing at how Cairo's pants lightly sagged to show his bright pink and yellow boxers.

The boys shared a look of confusion, but they shrugged at the man's stare. They grabbed their bags and got on the bus, mentally preparing themselves for the long journey ahead of them.

[love-amihan]

| ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴀᴏᴛ | ʜǫ | ꜰɪʟᴏ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛs | ᴍɪᴍɪ |

GAMER BOYFIES // YUJI, MEGUMI, TOGE

amihan's note: just imagine these boys being gamers 🤔 i don't play that much games so ig im gonna focus on codm and among us bcs your girlie don't have a setup nor a good laptop to dl good games with 😩✋ here you go, happy reading!

bf!yuji x gn!reader, bf!megumi x gn!reader, bf!toge x fem!reader

-itadori yuji

will let you sit on his lap whenever he plays

chin resting on your shoulder

off-mic if ever you're with him

you tell him where the enemies are

teaches you how to play because he wanna play with you

great support whenever you're his teammate

your screen displays your character dramatically falling down causing you look back to your boyfriend with a pout, "i don't wanna play anymore!"

you huff and cross your arms, yuji chuckles at your pouty face leaving a kiss on your lips.

he lifts you up from where you're seated pulling you to his lap, "come on now, don't let one kill throw your game" he sweetly encourages you.

"fine," you turn to your screen showing that an enemy killed you yet again, yuji couldn't help but laugh at your screen.

you throw a mini tantrum tossing your phone to the side, huffing. he wraps his arms around you his phone screen coming in your sight.

his fingers maneuver fast on the screen skillfully killing the enemies, yuji gives your neck a light peck as a silent apology and continue playing the game.

"stupid game" you grumble under your breath nuzzling your back to yuji more giving up on playing choosing to watch and point out to your boyfriend instead.

whenever you play au with him, he'll always set bets on it

if he's the impostor he always kill you first then laughs at you

"babe continue your tasks" he says while humming happily

when the tables turn though... he gets all pouty and glares at you

he really takes it seriously like baby it's just a game

but give him a kiss all will be forgiven

you're peacefully waiting for your task to finish when you get a glimpse of someone walking towards you.

that someone being the same color your boyfriend usually use. you shrug it off thinking he's there to do his task too.

once your task is done, you see him standing there causing for both your characters to fall in a staring contest.

until your boyfriend decided to kill you and walk away from the scene like nothing happened.

you let out a loud gasp dropping your phone on your lap looking at your boyfriend from across the room.

"what? i'm decent enough to let you finish your task!" he tries defending himself, you roll your eyes at him.

"next time i'll kill you first, i don't care if it's in front of the other crewmates," yuji giggles, loving how he easily gets you riled up.

-fushiguro megumi

he's the quiet one on the team

always has his mic on but seldom talks

wants you to be near him whenever he plays

why? because he wants your praises when he wins

he killed an enemy after sniping? immediately looks at you, praise him!

when you're his teammate, he's sticking with you whether you like it or not

his teammates gets annoyed since you're the only one benefiting from him

megumi will probably trash talk them

which is so out of character of him

you two eventually gets kick out

ended up playing duo because of megumi

not that he's complaining though

you're leaning to your boyfriend's side as you watch him play his game.

you hear the muffled cries of his teammates through his earphones as their enemy pulls through.

megumi scopes in aiming for a headshot, clicking the fire button. he successfully kills the enemy, his gaze fleeting up to look at you.

you smile at his cute actions, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, "flawless" you simply commented.

he turns back to his screen with a smug look on his face, really getting into game now.

"i'll join next game?" you wave your phone to him asking for permission, he nods as his screen showed bold letters of winner.

when you tell him to be the look out as you do your task, he innocently follows you

he ends up getting killed because you're the impostor

he gives you the most betrayed look as you giggle walking away from the scene

never follows and stays far away from there on

doesn't believe anything you say anymore, even though you're telling the truth

gumi's bby: someone come with me, gonna do long task

yes, it was megumi who told u to have that name

you send in the chat, trying new tactics to eliminate the crew faster, so far the impostors has killed one crew.

after the meeting, you all do your respective tasks, megumi end up going with you since he's done with his tasks.

you stand where the long tasks usually are, megumi stays behind being the lovely boyfriend he is.

he keeps a look-out for you as you pretend to do your so-called 'task'. you move closer to him.

both your characters in close proximity, you make a kissing sound giving an illusion of you giving him a kiss in-game before pushing the kill button.

you heard a soft gasp from him as you run away from the scene while giggling, "how dare you" he whispers.

you shrug "i gave you a smooch," he groans as his character floats around, yeah at least he got a smooch.

-inumaki toge

also have his mic on all the time

enjoys catfishing players with you

he always throws off the game

but when his teammate starts throwing tantrums he just full on pops off

in the end he's the mvp

if you start talking shit out of nowhere

toge just laughs

but if his teammates starts asking personal questions

he will start making his presence known

if you're on all mic however, and the other team starts talking shit because you're a girl

he won't stop targeting that particular player, game be damned

he won't let the player play

he will kill him everytime he respawns

"woah dude your aim is shit" you say as toge's phone replays the kill cam.

the opponent used a whole damn mag just to kill him. toge stifles a laugh, your voice full of sincerity.

that one must have went straight to his heart. "pfft, like yours is any better. be a good girl, go and make me a sandwich" hate these kind of guys the enemy replies, his voice can be heard by all.

toge frowns at this, you look at him with your mouth agape. unbelievable, he really pulled out that shit card, "show him," you whisper to his ear as he nods at you while smirking.

his character is already making its way towards the enemy. once finding the enemy, he switches to knife and did a clean cut causing him to die.

you snort and mock him, "pathetic" you let a low laugh, toge smiling wide.

the other players are also laughing hearing the frustrated shout of the enemy, "like mine is any better huh?" you taunt him.

toge's teammates are entertained by the scene letting him kill the same enemy over and over again using knife.

due to frustration and anger the enemy leaves the game, you double in laughter, "fucking pussy" you kiss toge's cheek, as a silent 'thank you'.

now in among us though, whenever a meeting is called he always tells you're the impostor

makes up shitty excuses saying you're really the impostor

you defending yourself, other players believed his lies

'y/n was not an impostor' you look at him then scoot away as he tries getting closer with you again

your phone displayed your character floats away in space, your name appears on the screen informing you're not the imposter.

you glare at toge who's laughing at his screen, you groan and move away with him. he notices you moving away and whines trying to get closer to you again.

but you didn't let him get any closer focusing on your phone. toge pouts still trying to cuddle with you, one of the crew calls a meeting as soon as it's available.

you forget about getting away from toge when you see that he got all the vote, you laugh, his character floating away.

toge successfully gets a hold of you and snuggles to your side. his phone long forgotten, not wanting to play anymore and just cuddle with you.

copyright © 2021 by love-amihan all rights reserved. do not repost in other platforms. reblogs are welcome and highly appreciated! <33

[yamagucji]

some tips for writing blogs, especially those who are just starting out. these are some things that works for me and may or may not work for others.

how to add a read more link on mobile

type :readmore: on a free space, then hit the enter or return button

personally i think they’re very helpful because it lessens the space you take up in your dash, and might encourage more people to rb

+ you can also add this on a spot where it gives a sort of cliffhanger, essentially making people want to ‘read more’

headers, banners, and dividers

though not necessary, it’s good to have a title for your work. make sure it’s bold and doesn’t blend in with your notes (aka pairing, warnings, etc.). this also helps when someone wants to look up one of your works in your search bar

i don’t really make banners or covers for my works. but some good apps that i know of would be picsart and canva. if you’re looking for ideas, i definitely recommend going into canva

wondering how to make those really small, thin dividers? you can make them using picsart! to make a divider hit tools > free crop > brush > size (adjust it to your preference > then draw a line along the edge of your photo > save

using the divider you just saved, go back to picsart and edit it again > draw option > hit rainbow square at the bottom left corner > hit suction/droplet symbol right below the check mark > color in the white spots bc for some reason picsart glitches and makes dividers look white-ish

new blog? just opened an account?

this is gonna sound really frustrating. but... tumblr needs to check if you’re a bot or not. what does this mean? it’s likely that your first few posts won’t show up on the search bar. you may not even get to edit your header/pfp yet ://

this happened to me and there was no visibility on my account at ALL. what helped me get ‘verified’ is that i followed a LOT of accounts, liked a bunch of posts, made some posts here and there. now that lets tumblr know you’re not a bot

visibility

the tumblr tagging system usually only allows the first 5 tags in your post to show up. so, what can do you about this? only use FIVE or less tags in your post. wait about 15 minutes or more until you can add some more tags in your post, and they usually all show up like that

another important thing about using tags is not to generalize! especially if you’re using a popular tag. but also don’t specify it too much where barely anyone looks it up. for example, if you’re writing a gn piece about oikawa, i recommend you use the tags such as: oikawa x reader, haikyuu x reader, oikawa x gn!reader, haikyuu headcanons, etc

a good rule of thumb is to use character x reader tags first, then leave the full name or fandom tag last

FOR NSFW: tumblr doesn’t let any tags with nsfw show up. so, give your nsfw works another tag. maybe #namegetspicy idk, you figure it out

FOR WARNINGS: especially if you’re a dark content creator, i highly encourage you to add tw:xyz tags. if you already have a warning note at the top then that’s great. but even better for readers who prefer to actually block these tags that way they never get to see it

another important thing to note is that people have different timezones. it helps if you rb your work at a different time of the day, in case people missed it! (icymi) i’ve noticed that reblogging helps to make your post show up in the tags

interaction + feedback

first and foremost, you are not obligated to write for your followers, and neither are your followers obligated to interact with you. remember that everyone has their own individual lives, and they have their own things to do— so do you, too.

make friends! become mutuals with other writers, visit their ask box. i know it can be daunting having to initiate these things, but you might just turn out to have fun! you can’t expect people to interact with you if you’re not interacting (back). it’s... kind of a two way thing yk? no need to be afraid to interact with other writers. oh, and rb other writers works!

pspsps join tag games or do ask games. it’s fun and very interactive

it never hurts to ask for feedback. i usually do this in a more subtle way because i don’t really expect a full on analysis on my works. maybe a little, is this okay? or feedback appreciated. sometimes it takes a little bit of coaxing for the silent readers

formatting your posts and blog

i generally put in the title at the top in big, bold letters

then comes the header/divider. helps to make the post more... visually appealing ig?

it’s important to add warnings (if any) and the pairing. the audience is not all female, and it might be a little frustrating for male readers having to find out its an x fem reader piece like halfway through your fic

if you have multiple works posted, it’s really really helpful to have a navigation page!

you can organize the posts you make with tags! for example, if you’re shitposting, you can use a specific tag for that. if you have a nsfw related post (ESPECIALLY when your blog is open to the general audience) please make a tag for it

themes + colors

if you have a color in mind but don’t know which direction to go from there, i recommend looking up color + aesthetic

looking to use the same color? download a name color app that’ll give you a hex code for any color you want to use. then, you can type in that hex code for when you’re choosing a color for your tumblr bio

wondering how to make your header image small like mine? just choose a photo for your header and turn off the stretch image option

want to use a different text color that tumblr doesn’t offer? it’s not as complicated as you think. you’ll have to go on a desktop to do this and do some html (but trust me, it’s not very difficult). look up “HTML noob but trying my best - how to use colored text on desktop”

^^ i don’t have the link for the color text tutorial so you can try looking it up

how to make an aesthetic navi and masterlist

step 1: decide a theme! if you’re stuck, think about a character + color/season/mood or look up “[insert] aesthetic” to find some inspiration. or you can try looking at other blogs too

step 2: find a color scheme! it’s easier if you choose fewer colors. if you want to use the same color for both divider and text, download a color name app in order to get the hex code of that color.

step 3: add categories to your navi! most navigation pages include a link to masterlist, about/byi, and rules. your navi should have a title that indicates that it’s... a navigation page. you can add thin colored dividers with the same color to make it easier for followers to navigate

step 4: you can choose to create a ‘cover’ or a picture for your navigation and masterlist! again, i recommend you use the canva app as a starting point

extra: search up emoticon symbols to spice up your titles!

reminder for you as a writer

you’re not obligated to do any of these things. i’ve noticed that we tend to build pressure on ourselves when it comes to content and interaction. remember, this !! is !! for !! fun !! when you realize that it’s no longer fun, then know that it’s time to take a break. and there’s nothing wrong with a bit of self care.

^^ c/p from this post lol

at the end of the day, follower count and interaction doesn’t define you. again for the love of beings, you’re here on your own accord.

will be adding more if needed/asked.

[nochiquinn]

legend of vox machina episode 8: A Silver Tongue OR new, unsettling meaning to “he runs into rooms and puts his tongue in interesting places”

pike episode PIKE EPISODE

yes other things happen but PIKE EPISODE

need to check who did the designs for this episode, love how pike looks here

still desperately love anjali bhimani

keyleth knowing exactly what to do when it needs to be done

vax encouraging her anyway bc just because you know what you have to do doesn’t mean you’re confident you can do it

them starting the spell on cassandra's throat together

"angry face bold lines" is one of my favorite animation tropes and I could not tell you why

the very faint names inscribed on the barrel

raven skulls!

with pate in c3 I'm headcanoning that that was just A Whitestone Thing

see I can't remember if the armor was just a magical construct in the stream or if anders did it to them like here

dagger go Bonk

"we're in this shit together"

the fact that this means vax ran after percy

me: hi matt my partner: bye matt

"which one can I kill?" "literally anyone" ">:D"

keyleth's hug in the middle of her panic

valid response, cass

UGH the transformations

ALL THE LETTERS

vex: [multi-arrow] mala: ranger bullshit

"I hate your face so much"

you leave my low-wisdom son alone

that. is not a delilah.

the sun bursting into the dark

tracie thoms my beloved

"we're your friends, remember? we lo - "

vex catching keyleth

keyleth and vex working together to take grog down

vax used DAGGER! but nothing happened!

"why's he only after me?" GEE I WONDER

I’ve seen a few “I wish these were 44-minute episodes” and while I honestly don’t think it could carry 44 minutes at a time - I think it’d turn into a slog and fuck up the pacing - I think I might like a few more quiet moments between characters, to make percy’s friends attacking him hurt a little more, sell the betrayal a little harder.

maybe I am spoiled by longer-form shows (not just the stream, most of what I’ve watched lately has been hour-long or better) but a handful of scenes with them just...being with each other wouldn’t hurt

more shit like episode 5, the kind of interactions they had on the cart. just a whole nother episode of that.

or maybe I’m just a sucker for that sort of thing and want more of it in everything

monologue for your life

UGH the eye color shift

the no mercy percy music

what in the eye of sauron

percy snapping back to himself when he hears cassandra. dropping the gun and mask as he runs to her.

the cymbal ism

"I thought you were dead." "And I thought you'd come back to check."

“running away was never my specialty.” yes girl build that resentment

I don't know if we're going to get "cassandra is a briarwood/cassandra is a de rolo" but I dearly hope we do

I don't know why cass gives me dishonored vibes but here we are

skywriting without having to justify it without mentioning the word "airplane"

also can we acknowledge she's just casually manipulating the whole lower atmosphere

mala: TWO MOONS. MOON LORE.

suspiciously high servant turnover at the briarwood place

the burn means it's working

pike: I know it's wrong to fight and drink and curse everlight: who told you that bullshit

"we do not choose. we walk down a path. any path can be a holy one, so long as one walks it with truth."

want to know how much fun they had animating scanlan's little dance

scanlan

"because fuck me, that's why"

vex when has scanlan ever run FROM a whore

"ooooooh, HORDE. got it."

have I mentioned I love the bumper image/end card illustration bc I do

[indomies]

#showyourprocess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!

sabrina @lanwangiji​, my love, tagged me to share my process of making this typography edit! check out her explanation of her the untamed edit and her edit tag. 

1. PLANNING

i once opened lyrics edit requests so i can learn and practice typography. this edit was a request as well. i asked them which lyrics they wanted to have and the colors they’d like. since i got several requests and it was hard to keep tabs on them, i made a trello board so i could organize everything. i’m still using the trello board for every edit idea i have, the board makes my life easier.

above is what i filled the card in the board with. basically just information of the requests.

1.1 INSPIRATION

once i got the request, my first thought was to find the vibe the song/lyrics exude. “it’s an old curse” screamed witchy vibes to me, so i went to pinterest to find some inspirations. at first i was looking for witchy poster designs and i came across this. i liked how it has smoke-ish graphic and i thought the smoke suited the “old curse” lyrics. and tbh pinterest is a rabbit hole, they gave me suggestions after suggestions, like this and this which became my inspiration for the color palette (i added the gold from those pics) and the sun moon design gave me the idea to incorporate space stuffs too. i somehow landed on this too, and because i wanted to include space theme, i made a simple phases of the moon. ultimately the hero of this edit was the lyrics, i didnt want the graphics took the center stage. i was inspired to make a crystal ball and do this kind of typography but after several trials i couldnt get the the typography right, so i scratched that idea and went with the space theme instead.

1.2 PICKING COLORS

after i was feeling inspired enough, i went looking for the right colors. i usually just type “color name” and “palette” on pinterest. example “dark grey color palette” and i chose the one i liked best. when the request only asked for 1 color, i always searched for either a complimentary or contrasting color to give it a jushz, to add sprinkles. that’s why i added gold on top of the dark grey. 

1.3 FINDING FONTS

this is the hardest part. the fonts play important role to the design. they need to convey the vibes of the lyrics, in this case witchy/magic vibe. i needed to find fonts or font just as magical and a bit whimsical. tho i hoard fonts... i like to use new font for every typography edit lmao sue me.

i highly recommend going to creativemarket free goods site, pixelsurplus font freebies and behance to search for fonts. i always use 100% free fonts, that means i can use it personally as well as commercially. creativemarket gives me desktop license for the fonts, which means i can use it for commercial as well. the reason i do this because i want to open an etsy shop someday, and i want to have the right license when i sell my stuffs. i almost never buy fonts bc they are expensive lmao. 

the fonts in used are “Vintage” for the main typograpy (i think i was a freebie from creativemarket) and “Morganite” for the title of the lyrics and the name of artist. 

2. CREATING

once i have my materials and ideas, i open my illustrator and hope it doesnt crash every 5 min.

for this kind of typography edits, i use 600x700 px. tbh i dont like using 540px, the suggested tumblr size, as the width bc to me it doesn’t look as good in quality, so i up the px. but more on this sizing later. i utilize the artboards function in illustrator, and i use 2 artboards.

i use illustrator (ai) bc i’m working with vectors. when i work with vectors, the graphics/texts or whatever im making in ai wont become blurry or lose its quality when i enlarge or shrink it. in compare to photoshop, i need to make for example the moon graphic very big, so i wont lose the quality when i reduce and enlarge it again. with vector, i can start small and when i expand it, it’s still as good as when it’s tiny. 

2.1 GRADIENTS

i started with the gradients first. i created a rectangle as big as 600x700px and with the “freeform gradient” tool in ai, i played with the colors. below is the color palettes i used

2.2 LYRICS AND GRAPHICS

once the gradients are done, i worked with the lyrics and graphics right away. when i first doing this edits, i made typos a lot lmaooooooo. so i copy and pasted the lyrics on top of my artboard, so i wouldnt have any typos. 

i had 3 layers in my ai. one for the inspo pics and the OG lyrics. the rest for the edits themselves. i broke up “It's an old curse/dreamers diving headfirst” into to parts, hence the 2 more layers

i almost always started with the lyrics first then the graphics. but for this edit, i made the smoke first so i can layout where my text would be.

tbh the process of making the lyrics is a trial and error. i tried bunch of different stuffs and i chose whatever the best. but i worked like methodically, i made sure i finished the first part of the lyrics first then i could move on.

i was lucky with this font “vintage”. the font offers me several glyphs like these

and i chose the one at the bottom. you’re very lucky if you find a font and they have glyphs.

excursion: glyphs vs fonts

glyph is an individual character. It might be a letter, an accented letter, a ligature, a punctuation mark, a dingbat, etc.

A font is a digital file which is used to display a typeface, which contains the entire upper- and lowercase alphabet as well as punctuation, numbers, and other special characters.

after i was finished with all the lyrics i added some graphics to make the edit pretty like small stars or dots. i added the song title and the artist too, sometimes at the bottom sometimes at the top. and i added my watermark put it as small as i could and made it a bit invisible but still can be seen.

2.3 EXPORTING

exporting! this is where i’m going to go deeper with the dimension of my work. in ai, i always choose to save with “export as screens” function. it automatically divides the artboards i have and save them separately. i always save as png, bc the size is smaller than jpg but can maintain the quality.

now the export tab looks like this

see the formats? i always scale up my edits, 2-3 times the original artboard size. reason is, to maintain the quality. i have tried to save it as original, 600x700 px, but it turned out a bit blurry. bc everything in ai is vector, when i scale up it doesnt lose the quality. BUT once i save it as png, it’s not a vector anymore, and when you zoom in until a certain degree it’ll be pixelated. that’s why i always scale up, to avoid it becoming pixelated when it’s just zoomed 1 or 2 times.

2.4 FINAL TOUCH

i opened my photoshop and also pray it won’t crash. import the png of my edits, add some grains/noise. the reason i use photoshop is, the noise filter is way better than in ai. it’s smoother somehow. and then i export my edits.

(i have a timelapse of how i made one of my edits, it’s not this one, but it’ll give you a better visualization. find it HERE

3. POSTING

now the hardest parts are done, we go to posting!

i uploaded the 2 posters on tumblr as photos then i wrote the captions. for this typography edit, i always chose another lyrics that i like from the same song for the caption. i bolded the lyrics, add link to all of my typography gradient edits.

i always use this link to color my caption. i usually choose 3-4 colors, and i took the colors from my edit. but this was not until recently lmao. before i just took a guess and looked for similar colors that match the edit, but then i thought “why didnt i just use the color in the posters lmao”

ok after i have my html code for the caption, i go to this site to replace the “;” with “ “ so tumblr can read the code.

i’m not one who puts their edits in draft, bc i just cant wait to post it. i have to option here, either i post it immediately when the time is right (i usually post between 4-8) or i schedule it, if im finished before 4. 

i put all the necessary tags and click post! i am done finally!

i’m tagging:

@thetriangletattoo​ for this amazing series

@deludedandlostcause​ for this impressive gif

@half-lightl​ for this spectacular edit

@gayndrew​ for this stunning drawing

@thechampagnelovers​ for this cool collage

@cloudslou​ for this incredible edit

@heyangels​ for this incredible edit

[hermannsthumb]

Do you think Newt has issues about touch too? Like, Hermann had a pretty cold upbringing and may not have had too many (if any) intimate relationships so his issues make sense. But I can imagine Newton "will sleep with anyone who will have him" Geizler mistaking physical contact for actual affection and taking A LONG TIME to realize that people are just using him for sex because they know he's desperate for attention. Can you imagine how that would screw with his mind?

i shared this ask in a gc because it made me SAD and like three people were like NEWT/HERMANN FIRST MEETING GOING BADLY BC OF THIS so. like. i hope youre happy for the conflict-in-a-hallmark-romcom ficlet youve wrought

Everything with Hermann went spectacular, frankly, more spectacularly than Newt could’ve ever hoped for. That he imagined. He imagined a lot of things--he imagined Hermann as an uptight asshole who’d turn his nose up at everything Newt did, he imagined weirding Hermann out in the first ten seconds (he talks too fast, talks too much, has a tendency to shout and interrupt when he gets excited, and boy, does Hermann get him excited), he imagined an awkward silence over coffee for forty minutes as they made polite small talk until one of them found a way to excuse himself. He imagined Hermann inviting him up to his hotel room. He imagined that one a lot. 

None of those things happen. And that’s okay, frankly--it’s very, very okay. Hermann is amazing, Hermann is awkward, Hermann is funny, Hermann has a smile that makes Newt’s knees turn to jelly and he snorts when he really laughs and he twists his glasses chain in embarrassment when Newt compliments him too much, and Hermann is beautiful, Hermann is--not that Newt didn’t already know it--the love of his life, 100%, no questions.

Newt wants to drop to one knee right here in this coffee shop and ask Hermann to hyphenate their last names and adopt cats or 2.5 babies or whatever the fuck Hermann wants with him.

He doesn’t, but they do decide to go to dinner. Hermann’s treat.

“I insist,” he says over Newt’s protesting, and his toothy smile turns mischievous (and Newt’s heart twists and flips and God, he loves Hermann). “I informed my father about my meeting a very important colleague this weekend--purely to discuss business, of course--and he insisted on covering my expenses. I believe he’s under the impression you’re going to write us a check, or something along those lines.”

“I wonder why he thinks that,” Newt says, grinning back. He’s hardly touched his iced coffee (that’s how absorbed he is by Hermann), just keeps playing with the straw.

“I may have implied you’re a tad bit more prestigious,” Hermann says. “And richer. And older. Regardless, it was the only way he’d’ve let me set aside our work for longer than an hour to meet you. If I’d told him that you’re--well.” He colors, and takes a comically long sip of coffee.

“That I’m what?” Newt’s grin widens. 

“We’re not exactly colleagues, are we?” Hermann says.

They’re not. They swap work, criticism, praise, suggest improvements and offer encouragements, but none of that can make up for the fact that Hermann’s very first letter to Newt was little more than fanmail, and that Newt’s reply was little more than the same, and that their current correspondence consists of personal anecdotes three-fourths of the time. Newt’s far more likely to ask after Hermann’s day than he is his latest project. “We’re not,” Newt agrees. 

“Dinner?” Hermann repeats, almost shyly, and Newt nods.

There’s a restaurant across the street from Newt’s hotel, and dinner goes even better than coffee. It goes really well. So well that Newt gets bold and invites Hermann up to his hotel room for drinks--on him, from the overpriced minibar, because if Hermann covers their overpriced dinner it’s only fair that Newt cover something, too, and Hermann (flushed pink and a little--adorably--giddy from his single glass of red wine) nods happily and accepts.

On the elevator ride up, with Hermann on his arm talking at length about how amazing Newt’s latest article was, Newt mulls it all over. Newt really likes Hermann. (Newt is head-over-heels in love with Hermann.) Newt’s liked people before Hermann, but no one’s ever liked Newt as much as he’s liked them. (Newt is a spectacularly bad judge of character.) There’s no way for Newt to be sure that Hermann is also head-over-heels in love with Newt. Hermann laughs at his jokes, doesn’t he? Is Hermann not practically draped over Newt right now? He bought Newt dinner, he’s coming up to Newt’s hotel room (how could he not know what Newt meant by drinks), he keeps touching Newt, keeps smiling at Newt, keeps telling Newt how brilliant and intelligent he is and how much he admires his work. We’re not exactly colleagues.

“You have a balcony,” Hermann says in mild delight when Newt shows him in, and Newt’s not sure what he was going to say next (maybe ask if they could sit out on it, maybe if Newt would mind him using it to take a smoke break eventually, Newt’s really gotta get him out of that habit) because he shoves Hermann against the door and starts kissing him.

And Hermann clings to his jacket with one hand and kisses back. 

When Newt pulls away, panting, Hermann’s smile (open-mouthed and wide and toothy) is so bright it almost aches to look at. “Oh, Newton,” Hermann says, in quiet wonder. “I’d always hoped--”

Score, Newt thinks, and he cuts Hermann off for a second time that night and goes back in, kissing harder, more insistently, shoving his tongue in Hermann’s mouth and running his hands up and down Hermann’s chest. Hermann’s sexy as hell under all those frumpy layers, Newt’s positive of it, probably got nice pecs--Newt bites down hard enough on Hermann’s lip to draw blood, and Hermann yelps a little and tightens his grip--and biceps that are just begging to be admired by someone like Newt. “Newton,” Hermann gasps when Newt switches to biting and sucking down his neck, “Newton, darling, wait--”

(No, Newt thinks, I can’t wait, we can’t wait, if we stop you’re going to realize you don’t actually want me and I’ll be alone--)

“Newton,” Hermann says, more firmly, and Newt realizes that Hermann means it so he immediately backs off. He’s made a mess of Hermann already: dorky haircut mussed, glasses fogged up, blazer askew, bitemarks purpling up his neck, pupils blown wide and dark and obscuring the warm, pretty brown of his eyes. It’s really hot. (Newt wants Hermann so bad, so, so bad, and he’s sure Hermann wants him, so why did Hermann want him to stop?) “Don’t you think we’re moving rather fast?”

All of Newt’s relationships move like this, and Newt entertains--briefly--the fact that Hermann isn’t like Newt’s other relationships, but the panic from earlier settles in (if they wait, if they don’t move fast, Hermann will realize he doesn’t want Newt) and is joined by a fresh new panic (Hermann doesn’t love Newt like that, Newt is scaring Hermann off with his feelings). Newt crooks his fingers through Hermann’s belt loops and forces himself to smile. “It’ll be fun,” he says, with equally forced casualness. Nothing serious. Nothing groundbreaking. As far as Hermann’s concerned, it doesn’t have to mean anything at all.

Something shifts in Hermann’s expression. “Fun?” he echoes.

“We don’t have to make a whole big deal out of it,” Newt says, still so casual. “We can just--”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The catastrophically wrong thing to say. Hermann shuts down entirely, places his hand on Newt’s chest and pushes him away, gathers up his discarded cane. “I see,” he says, icily. “Well. Thank you for your time, Newton.”

“Wait,” Newt says, panic rising fast in his chest, suffocating him, because this isn’t what was supposed to happen (he was supposed to marry Hermann), but he should’ve expected it, really, he screws up everything. He grabs at Hermann’s sleeve. “Wait. Hermann--”

“And thank you for clarifying just exactly what I mean to you,” Hermann continues, wrenching his arm away. “Enjoy the rest of the conference.”

He storms out.

He doesn’t answer Newt’s texts that night.

[sadb0ysims]

THE SIMSELF TAG featuring yours truly and her wonderful assistant, antoinette

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? mia and thats all ur getting out of me

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? oh god we have some embarrassing ones but jordan and jords are nicknames of mine and u might be able to guess the other obvious ones dgjhfdj

3. BIRTHDAY? february 25th babey

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? OH uhh princess diaries by meg cabot probably

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? not to sure about those funky alien dudes but ehh yeah i believe in ghosts

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? i’d say michael morpurgo but that’s probably because his books were shoved down my throat at an early age DKJDFGJ if you can have a favourite poet i can answer this: atticus and lang leav

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? radio one probably!!

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? the purple one. like, starburst? purple. wine gum? purple

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? being the millenial i am probably Uh...li...litty

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? OH Hm i’d say ocean eyes by billie eilish

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Hm!

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?  copycat by billie eilish!!

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? LIE TO ME IS THE UNDER APPRECIATED SERIES OF THE CENTURY

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? oh uhh i don’t watch films a lot and especially not if i’m feeling?? sad

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? never heard of them

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? OH jesus lets say. being forgotten or making no difference in the world

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? oh Jesus not a lot of these GJFDH over the past mm month or so i’d say i’ve grown a lot as a person in the fact that i have more respect for myself than i used to, and if i have an opinion on something i evaluate it and decide Do People Really Need To Know? (DPRNTK)

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? EASY my weird. defense mechanism thing. i’ve gotten a bit better in my opinion but the reason i’m usually in so much trouble is because as soon as i’m attacked, i act with anger? its some weird defensive wall that i put up and regret later because i’m not really thinking like a rational person. i just see that i’m being attacked and my first thought is to fight back

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? OH cats because i haven’t had one in ages. one of our cats was run over and the other was taken by our neighbours and now he doesn’t even remember us or respond to his name so thats really fun

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? SUMMER because my skin turns olive in the summer and right now. a bitch is pale! also school is so much nicer in the summer... the whole yeargroup feels like much more of a community because we all sit together outside n it’s just overall very fun and makes me nostalgic of year 7

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? bitch u really thought-

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? still in it but. because of a lot of things i was forced to grow up very fast. something i miss is having everyone in the house (my siblings are both a lot older than me so they’re never around) and not having to worry about fitting into certain stereotypes or WASHING MY HAIR!!!!!

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? oh god ok so i have a “best friend” but we don’t. agree on a lot of things and she takes everything i say 100% seriously so even though we’re not close i’d consider this group of boys from my school my best friends. and online ofc i have Many Many good friends which i would name but i dont wanna leave anyone out bc i talk to A Lot of people DGHDFJ

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue blue blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? blonde babey

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my brother

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? would say myself but sometimes i’m not even sure i can trust HER

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? i think about people loads because im a lonely romantic so. i’d say Love Interest and i think about myself a whole lot too like who does this bitch think she is

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? all the time i’m looking forward to things bc. not a whole lot happens in my life so if Love Interest looks at me a certain way i’ll look forward to going to school for the next couple weeks FDJGHFDJ

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? i think of the future way too much. she’s a dreamer

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? oh god uhhh i used to cry at in the night garden all the time when it ended bc i hated that iggle piggle sailed away on his boat DJHFD it was probably still my favourite though

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? i had a best friend who moved away after year seven and i feel like i could but. who knows we haven’t seen each other for years

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? sigh i think so like does it count if my tarot deck says not to do something because. i trust those tarot bitches with all my soul if i have one

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? don’t like the dark, i have a fear of holes, can’t sleep without the door open, can’t sleep when i can see in a mirror (fun fact theres a mirror in my room but it’s on a shelf which i can barely see at night like. i can see a glimpse. but knowing it’s there freaks me out so its flipped and has something covering it)

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? oh ummmm in front i guess because 1. i look horrible in photos other people have taken of me 2. technically being in front of it. you can still take selfies and 3. the people i know take pictures from really weird angles

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? we love a bit of vidya games but i love reading poetry because i’m a whore and also i like singing but that doesn’t mean im good at it!

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? UHHH god i really dont read uhh probably lullabies by lang leav

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? romeo and juliet (the blessed one featuring young leo dicaprio)

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i can play the guitar, the recorder, a bit of the piano

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? GIRAFFES it’s really sad that they’re now endangered. if ur talkin domestic pets i love guinea pigs, cats and (i’ve never had them but rats

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? don’t. this’ll turn into a follow forever and i won’t get any clout bc it’s in such a long post !

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? OH hm. i thought as hard as my tiny brain could about this and i think teleportation would be interesting but if we can choose ANY superpower. is magic one? that’d b pretty wack

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? when i’m walking to school at half 7 in the morning and no one’s there and i can hear the trees lining the field rustling in the wind in the distance. it was rainng this morning and even though my whole ass was exposed from the wind and i was soaking it was really peaceful. also there’s a red kite that’s resident to our school field and i love to stand there in the morning and watch it sometimes

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? feeling included DGJHDJ doesn’t happen a whole lot

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i play a lot of sports because i’m in school obviously but i’m really good at rugby bc a bitch is Tactical and Nimble. i love hockey and badminton and stuff though

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? i LOVE smoothies and milkshakes and everything ugh. i’d be bold enough to say i love drinks more than i love food. like apple juice orange juice MIXED juice smoothies BROWN BAG MILKSHAKES! BITCH! THE STRAWBERRY ONE IS SO GOOD UGH

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? oh jesus um. 4 years ago

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? fuck yeah brother

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? UGH A LOT OF THINGS like. people biting their nails. people tapping their foot on my chair. people not listening when you’re explaining something THEY needed help with. tapping a pen on a desk or clicking it on and off

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? nop

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? my mother is a vegetarian so i eat a lot of vegetarian meals. sometimes i get really put off meat but like. a bitch is 13 and doesn’t pay for her own meals so she doesn’t really get a say in what she eats

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? always wanted to entertain people and be nationally recognised. take that as u will

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? TOO MANY let’s go... the arcana so i can marry the 1 (one) love of my life dr julian ilyushka devorak... chill in the hanged man’s realm...

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? i don’t worry about a lot not gonna lie to u

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? cheers i’ll drink to that broe

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? if the screeching sound i make to a slight tune counts as singing then. yes

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? not illegally but i’ve had days off sick where i wasn’t sick bc i couldn’t be asked

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? alone

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? somewhere safe

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yeah i have a dog and a cat but as i said m cat got taken by my neighbours and doesn’t even remember us so sjfhdjg

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? night owl but if i’m rested well enough i love being up early

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsets

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? no a bitch is 13

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? probably headphones bc i can’t lose them and the sound quality is better but i’m not a MONSTER so earphones. also headphones automatically make old people scoff at u and hate u more

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nah

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? whatever’s poetic enough to be On Brand

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? don’t really have one

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? no

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? the holier than thou attitude Often showcased on simblr by some. familiar faces

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? it doesn’t really make a difference

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? computer science (mainly for the people because right now we’re just making fucking. powerpoints) or english bc of the people again

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? yee a brother and a sister

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? christmas presents and some perfume & a purse for me

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′4

75. CAN YOU COOK? not well

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? attention DFJHGSDJ uhh being kind to people who deserve it and hard work paying off

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? patronization, people who believe their opinion is the only opinion and people who cause minor inconveniences for you for no reason

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? more female probably but i prefer guys

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? i say bisexual but no one’s ever been close enough to let me find out

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? party in the UK

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? kyla rosymiel

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? UHHH i really can’t remember i know me and kyla were talking about something and i started crying JGFHDGJ

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? oh god umm probably smii7y but i also really like all his friends like. kryoz etc

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? when i look good FJDHSJD

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? would say tumblr but she’s gone ! right now i’m really feeling zepeto bc It May Be Tracking Me but it lets me take pics with all my online friends and i have some sort of weird following on there SDFHSDJ

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? i don’t think i’ll ever be able to fully confide in them, i really like my dad but there’s elements of him that don’t really float my boat. same with my mum but i’m less close with her

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? probably australian or. is it swiss? might be swiss.

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? france and ofc america

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 4

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? with like 2 things skdghsd

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? not really but i believe in a higher power of some sort and a life after death. i believe there’s something out there that is listening but i prefer to think it’s the stars

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? i find the ocean really ineresting but man will always romanticise space

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? im a 13 year old white girl how ruthless can i be

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? sesame seeds

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nop but everyone else in my family can

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? nope

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? whenever i realise

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? forest

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? i lie all the time but i am. SO terrible ASJDFHJ i would love to lie less but it’s so easy to slip into one

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? gryffindor

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? hell yea brother

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? kyla put ambivert so i looked that up and. yeah

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? did when i was younger but i guess tumblr is somewhat of a personal diary

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? depends

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? turn it in most likely

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? “yes, but you should never forget about their past” thanks kyla

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? only monsters aren’t

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? nope

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? i have my ears pierced. WILD i know

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? UGH FUCK DR JULIAN ILYUSHKA DEVORAK!! it’d be illegal for him to marry anyone but me though

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? yep! i have a tattoo on my back. i plan on getting a lot more tattoos in the future, but i don’t want anymore in the near future

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? being outspoken and not. watching things pass by

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? of course

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? nopee

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? oof i really don’t know because of what’s happened to me i don’t know if i could knowing i could never protect them from everything. idk pregnancy seems very nice but once the kid gets annoying thats It for me

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? “i think everyone is smart in their own way” thanks kyla

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? i started laughing once in drama and i pissed myself a lil and i was like ehh thats fine i do that all the time and then i didnt stop pissing and someone was like ‘whats that wet on the floor? they were like mia have u pissed urslef i was like nOSDJF so i had to ask the teacher to leave. u coiuld see the piss down my leg

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? have u SEEN these bags. she’s seen hell 

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOUR CLOTHES? like varying tones of beige and then grey/black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? of course

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? oh uhhh i feel like maybe when i was younger but i’ve. repressed that memory if i have it

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 13 years young

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? oh jesus something poetic and by atticus probably let’s see

after spending more time searching for a quote than i did on literally this whole tag, i decided on this. and then i realised. it will always be ‘YOU ARE A SAD BOY’

[bryce--newhouse-blog]

♡ . ˚ ◝ chris pratt, thirty-two, cismale, he/him ↷ in level ten, apartment 1205 you’ll find bryce newhouse. he has been living in wisteria apartments as a publisher/volunteer firefighter for a year. during that time they have earned the reputation of the icarian. it makes sense you know, they can be loyal + supportive but let’s not forget they’re pretty hot-headed + closed off. crackling flames, cracked book spines, filled passport books .× kay. 25. she/her/hers. est. ×

more about him below the cut & if you like this i’m gonna message you to plot unless you hit me up first bc yes. also SAVE yourself and just go with the summary and the personality because i wrote a NOVEL i’m sorry! 

Summary:

Rebellious, Brooklyn-born, rich kid who finally turned his life around when he got a dose of reality. Heir of the Newhouse family (famous for publishing among other things), he attended NYU to study finance while he found his home with the FDNY. He was getting his life together, succeeding in school and his internships, working part time with the family company and volunteering with the fire house. On a call one night, he met the girl he believed he’d spend the rest of his life with, she was the victim of a drunk driving accident and once they cut her free he couldn’t forget about her. He started visiting her in the hospital every day, helped her through rehab, they were really great together in his eyes. Six years later, he planned a trip to Paris to propose. She broke down in tears while he was on one knee and admitted to a multi-year affair with one of his FDNY brothers. Livid, he hopped on the first plane to the first state he spotted on the departures list and ended up in downtown LA about a year ago. In the year he’s been out in the golden coast, he’s taken his family’s publishing company to new realms and has opened another publishing house out on the west coast. Though he manages the west coast office full time, he still volunteers with the fire company as well. 

Biography:

The next generation of Newhouse’s began with Bryce’s birth.. A supposed autumn baby, arriving in the dead heat of summer as a surprise to his parents - Adam and Olivia, was a tell-tale sign of what the eldest Newhouse son would be for the rest of his life. Though the Newhouse name was well known, their publishing company presence expansive across the world, Bryce’s parents made sure him and his younger brother and sister did not grow up with the typical nanny experience in their Brooklyn brownstone house. Olivia kept her hands busy with her children, but also helped her husband manage his role and stake in the family business with ease. Adam made sure to leave his work exactly where it was meant to be left when he came home to his wife and children at night, refusing to mix family time with work. It had allowed the Newhouse children to grow up in a supportive environment with parents that paid attention to them.

Bryce, being the oldest, often found himself testing the boundaries of what his parents would allow. From his toddler years, all the way up until his young adulthood, he tested to see how far he could get with his actions before his parents swooped in to stop him. What started out as touching things he wasn’t supposed to, slowly creeped up to worse and worse incidents, and the fear about the family’s business set in as Bryce grew older. His parents shipped him off to boarding school once he hit fourteen – an action he had never seen coming from his childhood and the support his parents had always given him. In turn, he acted out, finding himself in and out of a new boarding school every year of his high school career. When high school graduation rolled around, he knew his time testing the limits of his parents was over. His father, disappointed sat him down and gave him two options: he could either go to college and earn his spot in the company, or he could get out and live life on his own. The dose of reality set into the rebellious young adult, but he refused to give in.

He spent six months on his own, crashing on couches of high school friends, taking on whatever jobs would hire him, but eventually he realized his mistake. Returning home to grovel his case – his parents welcomed him back without hesitation and though he was surprised he remained grateful. He spent two years taking classes at a SUNY, working up his GPA to a 4.0 to off-balance his high school record before he applied to a slew of four year colleges. During his time in his first couple years of college, he began to volunteer more – finding a FDNY. When his acceptance letters rolled in from out of state colleges, his position with the fire department weighed on him and he decided to take a spot at NYU to finish out his finance degree so he could still stay with his department. Bryce had completed turned around from the trouble starting teen – he balanced classes, internships and his time with the fire company with ease. He made time for his family and allowed himself to be the older brother his siblings could look up to. His life was golden, and it only got better when he met the girl of his dreams in the most unlikely way.

An early night fire call had him on route with his engine to a car accident. A call to them for an auto accident meant one of two things: they either had a fire burning because of the accident or they needed the jaws of life. Twenty-three-year-old Bryce had already seen enough auto accidents to know that neither option was good. There were no amber colored flames when the engine rolled up and he could explicitly remember the entire crew taking a deep breath as they examined the scene. It was a drunk driving accident that had taken down four other cars and a tractor trailer. One of the cars had slipped nearly underneath the bottom of the tractor trailer and all the men in the engine were quite sure it would be a recovery mission instead of a rescue one. But, they were informed differently when they filed out, each of them reporting to their specific command while they got their information. Trapped in the car was a nineteen-year-old girl, her friends had been able to escape from the car after the accident, but she was trapped in the driver’s seat, needing their equipment to get her out to even begin to access her injuries. His captain immediately sent Bryce over to try and connect with the victim, and he did exactly that.

He had always had a way of calming people, and once he let go of his rebellious years he was able to fine tune it and she was no different. He kept her calm, chatting about anything and everything he could think of. She was in her second year of college, pursing a BFA in dance from Juilliard and her only concern was whether she’d ever be able to dance again after what she was going through. He held some fear for her, unable to share them with her for fear of making it worse on her, and so he promised her she would. After what felt like hours they finally cut her free, immediately rushing her to the nearest hospital for treatment and Bryce was set on doing what he always did after a call – hoping for the best and avoiding the news for a few days to make sure he didn’t hear if it was the worst news. But, instead he tossed and turned that night, her face popping in and out of his head and he knew as soon as the sun came up he’d have to find out if she was okay.

Bryce found himself at the hospital she had been sent to, pacing back and forth until one of the friends he had made through his involvement with the company would let him in to see her. She was surprised to see him, and the sight of her had nearly done the same to him. Her legs had been injured in the crash, broken in a handful of places and he felt so guilty for assuring her that she would be able to dance again when he had no idea how hurt she was. She seemed hopeful though, resilient with her words and he found that one visit wasn’t enough. Soon it progressed to every week, and then slowly every few days before he found himself there with her every night, the pair of them chatting and laughing over Netflix shows and life in general. When she was finally released and entered rehab, it seemed only fitting that he was there with her and slowly they realized they had become more than either of them imagined they would ever be. Their relationship only grew as she continued to get better and when they could actually go out on their first date after all their time spent together - the rest seemed to be history. She went back to school to finish her BFA while he worked with his family’s company, bringing the publishing company into new light when he signed on new young-adult authors who were pushing the lines with their writing, it was a bold move for the Newhouse company, but it immediately paid off and Bryce was credited with the famed move. His life was nearly perfect when he hit his late twenties. His job was good, his family was wonderful, he had the same woman by his side for six years and he was happy. There wasn’t much else he could ask for except to begin a family of his own, and so he took the steps to do that. Their schedules had gotten hectic and so Bryce booked a vacation for the two of them to spend some time together and so he could also pop the question. A trip to Paris for them to check off their bucket list and coming home as an engaged couple – that was really all he wanted. And yet, when he dropped down to one knee, the diamond ring he had picked especially with her in mind her reaction was to immediately break down in tears. Initially, he thought they were good tears, but eventually a confession spilled from her. She had been having an affair for years – with one of his best friends from the fire company. It was a shock – something he had never expected of her and he walked away from her that night and found himself booking a flight to the first state he spotted on the departures list – California. Personality: Bryce is a mixture of all things when it comes to personality. He can be quiet and reserved, but can also let loose and be the life of a party. He’s incredibly indecisive with everything – it’ll take him hours to figure out what he wants to eat for his next meal and once he’s decided he’s usually likely to change it. He can be a sweetheart and wicked charming, but he can also be hot-headed and has recently developed a temper. Bryce reads situations and people very well – he can often pick up on people’s emotions. He has the ability to be brutally honest and overly opinionated, but also can tone himself down and get to the level of the person he’s speaking too. He’s very careful about who he trusts now, hesitant to really open up to anyone after leaving his trust with someone for so long and it backfiring on him.

[tobiologist]

it’s lonely on jupiter, final chapter

“It isn’t often that someone comes along and surprises Iwaizumi. He’s not easily caught off guard, not at all. Or at least that’s what he likes to think. So, when Oikawa Tooru shows up, a living, breathing oxymoron strutting about on two solid legs, he must admit that he’s a little impressed.”

or: oikawa’s always loved aliens but never thought he’d actually fall in love with one

CHAPTER SUMMARY:  In which the Supervisor has secrets and Iwaizumi makes an offer.

~a week later, aboard the BC Ambition~

The tablet is cool to the touch underneath the Supervisor’s fingers. Metallic and smooth, he brushes his fingers anxiously along the edges, lingering on the rounded corners. Four faces stare back, almost accusingly, from the screen. Two human and two all too familiar.

Harec, that’s the name he adopted for himself. His original name, the one provided at birth, was far too terran for his liking. Anything terran in origin made his skin crawl. The list presented thousands, millions, of names to choose from, and Harec was immediately drawn to the Vulominian section, a culture known for simple yet noble names.

But some people would never know his true name.

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He’s known for a while now. Longer than he would like to admit. The information is top secret for a reason. If any of the files leaked to the civilian population, riots may break out, chaos, anarchy. Supervisors and other officials are warned from day one about the consequences of leaking anything from the ship’s personal records.  

Harec certainly wasn’t supposed to have glimpsed the files, let alone share the information with anyone. Not that it would be the first government secret he had uncovered over the course of his professional life.

To him, though, it felt like the most important piece of information he’d ever stumbled across.

There are numerous reasons why their people aren’t permitted to know the identity of their parents. Primarily, the familial ties are believed to interfere with work, with the exploration of the universe and expansion of their society. It was decided long before Harec’s birth that the concept of the “family” would die.

Regardless of the process, the true identities of each individual’s biological parents are held in the ship’s records. Only Medics are permitted to access these records, considering their duty to maximize the lifespans of citizens- specifically those with important roles, such as Researchers.

And Harec… he really hadn’t meant to see it.

He’d brought a criminal down to the medical bay for cognitive reformation. Every available Medic was preoccupied at the moment and could care less about Harec’s presence. One of the many screens was used for surveying a patient’s medical records. And it had captured Harec’s attention.

The files were unlocked, open, free to wandering eyes. Names filled the screen, bold black letters practically demanding his focus. Harec couldn’t look away. The damage was already done.

Iwaizumi Hajime was, biologically, his child.

It took every ounce of self-control to drag his eyes away from the screen. Staring didn’t change anything, and neither did averting his gaze, when he finally managed to do so. Harec probably had other children, but Iwaizumi was the only he knew of. And that made a considerable difference.

He’d never been tempted to break the law up until then. The very embodiment of an upstanding Supervisor, Harec was far too influential to let the news affect him. It didn’t stop the slew of ideas, though, that flooded his mind. Of families he’d met on other planets, images from Earth, and each hurt more than the last. If things were different…

Harec quickly shook these thoughts and acted as he should: like nothing had changed. Iwaizumi Hajime would be alright on his own. He had a normal Mentor, and, as he grew older, big aspirations and the sort of drive that would surely shape him into an upstanding citizen.

Then, everything went wrong.

Daichi Sawamura was more corrupt than anyone could have ever imagined. And he dragged poor Iwaizumi down with him

Once Harec heard of Daichi’s past shortcomings and the controversy surrounding his relationship with Ikejiri Hayato, he made a decision. He and Daichi would never get along. However, Harec wouldn’t allow emotions to cloud his better judgment and worked to convince everyone his distaste for Daichi stemmed from past mishaps rather than his own jealousy and rage.

Harec also made another decision. It wasn’t easy, but it would save Iwaizumi a great deal of trouble in the long run. Harec had always preferred an… aesthetically pleasing form. He enjoyed looking in the mirror, peering into round, bright eyes, fingers smoothing over soft skin and a sharp jawline akin to that of a terran “movie star.”

Iwaizumi would never care about Harec.

Harec would always despise Daichi for having Iwaizumi so close and choosing to ruin him. And, with the way Iwaizumi watched Daichi with starry-eyed admiration, it was impossible to imagine him liking anyone who wronged his beloved Mentor.

The realization sunk like a lead weight to the bottom of Harec’s gut. From that day forward, he chose a different form specifically for interactions with Daichi and Iwaizumi. The Nameerans were not known for their beauty. Many species found them to be unsightly, including Harec. With scaly skin, clinging to nearly visible bone, and thin pupils, grotesque rows of fangs, they were notorious for intimidating other species throughout the universe. Which was exactly what Harec wanted.

Iwaizumi grew to hate him nearly as much as Harec hated Daichi.

And then, just like that, Iwaizumi’s life was at stake. For the sake of a human, of all things. Harec wouldn’t have it. Iwaizumi may have made poor decisions, but he was Harec’s child. Emotions that had long lied dormant inside his chest came bursting to the surface.

Harec wouldn’t let Iwaizumi die.

“Harec Erusha,” a voice recites, from the opposite end of the room. The sharp tone drags Harec from his musings. “Supervisor #1222. Tasked with the reprimanding of Iwaizumi Hajime and Mentor, Daichi Sawamura.”

“Present. And, yes, the details provided are correct,” Harec mumbles. Golden strands of hair brush his forehead, and Harec flinches. It’s been ages; he isn’t used to this form anymore.

“It seems as if their chips have been disconnected from the mainframe.” A faint scratching sound fills the room as the Supervisor slides into the seat across from Harec. “We no longer have access to their location, health... “

“The chips were disengaged,” Harec answers bluntly.

His fellow Supervisor smirks. The tips of her pointed ears twitch ever so slightly, nearly translucent blue eyes focusing on Harec. “Disengaged?”

“I believe you know what I mean.” The words burn, almost as much as the thought of never seeing Iwaizumi again. Harec moves his hands from the tablet to his lap, fingers clenching into the spotless fabric of his pants.

“You dispatched of them completely. Yes?”

Harec swallows down the sudden lump in his throat. He can do this. For Iwaizumi, he will do this.

“Of course.”

“Good,” the Supervisor replies. They adjust the tablet on their side of the table, scrolling through what can only be Iwaizumi and Daichi’s mission logs. “Based on their crimes, both would have been hung once returned to the ship.”

Iwaizumi, presented before a crowd of professionals, crimes rattled off as the gathered officials proved their “point.” Iwaizumi, lying cold and unresponsive on a white, floating stretcher following the hanging. The mental picture makes Harec flinch.

“Most certainly,” Harec reaffirms. “Crimes of that severity need to be punished. And-” Harec nearly chokes on the rest of his statement- “handled publically.”

The Supervisor nods, lime green wisps of hair falling in front of her eyes. Purples flicker around her irises. “I am glad you understand, Harec. An official of your standing knows how to handle these cases- I trust that.”

“And I am honored you do.”

Distaste colors his words, as much as he tries to hide it, but the Supervisor simply grins.

“You will be rewarded greatly for your work, Harec Erusha.”

--

 “Unbelievable,” Kuroo grumbles, glaring at the globs of chocolate on his jeans.

Iwaizumi huffs out a little laugh and watches, amused, as Kenma quietly grabs a napkin and wipes the mess away. Bokuto, at his other side, is laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. Akaashi rolls his eyes and grudgingly offers Kuroo his stick, mostly charred marshmallow still clinging to the tip.

It’s been about two weeks since the Supervisor offered his ultimatum and, for some strange reason, let them live.

Once Iwaizumi recovered from his injuries, he returned to volleyball practice- even if Oikawa was the only one who considered Iwaizumi “injured.” It was difficult, to say the least, with the season swiftly approaching. Takeda refused to cut any corners; he was there to win. Even if that meant working Iwaizumi to the bone. He and Oikawa were at the gym most nights, practicing extra, to account for the time Iwaizumi lost while away.

Fun times, really.

Having Oikawa there with him along the way, however, made the situation a lot more tolerable. For every minute of training, for every hour of laboring through new homework assignments, there was another spent at Oikawa’s side. Whether it be curled up in in bed watching a movie or eating questionable food at the cafeteria, Iwaizumi was more than happy to carry on as long as he had Oikawa.

In the midst of Iwaizumi’s readjustment, Daichi helped Sugawara through his recovery. He thankfully hadn’t had to stay in the hospital for long. Once he was released, Sugawara returned to his apartment. Daichi begged to visit more often to keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn’t push himself too hard.

For the most part, Sugawara followed the doctor’s orders. Iwaizumi overheard several phone conversations between the two, though, and could tell Daichi was driving Sugawara up a wall.  Typical Daichi. He used to be the same way about Iwaizumi whenever he got sick or injured himself in a sparring match.

Of course, Daichi insists he’ll give Sugawara space after the first couple weeks he’s home; Iwaizumi isn’t so sure it’ll turn out that way.

Earlier today, Kuroo had called Iwaizumi and asked if he and Oikawa wanted to join the team for a campfire. Roasting marshmallows was apparently a favorite of… well, basically everyone. The team hadn’t had much free time lately, what with trying to reacquaint Iwaizumi with volleyball.

Plus, Iwaizumi worries about Kuroo. Alien kidnappings certainly aren’t common occurrences. It isn’t every day that a human gets taken by another galactic species. And no, the handful of legitimate “probing” cases don’t count. Worse still, the Supervisor had actually struck Kuroo. The cuts even warranted a few stitches, once Kuroo finally visited the doctor at Oikawa’s demand.

“Really, I’m fine,” Kuroo urged. “You’ve asked me, like, a million times already. Sure, it was rough, but it could’ve been worse, you know? Besides, people dig scars. If I’m lucky enough to have any.”

Well, he was right about that much. Not the scars part, of course. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes when Kuroo made that comment.

Iwaizumi hadn’t pushed the matter any further after that. He agreed to grab Oikawa and meet the rest of the team at the park later that evening. But then the call got a bit... weird.

“Also,” Kuroo cut in, moments before ending the call, “You should bring your… well, whatever he is to you. The other-” he lowered his voice- “alien dude that was with you? The normal one. What was his name?”

Iwaizumi balked. “Daichi…?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m sure he’s been having a rough time lately with all that crazy bullshit that went down. He can come, too. If he wants.”

It was a strange request, but Kuroo probably had a good point. Daichi had been constantly on edge and needed something to help return at least some semblance of normalcy to his life. To Iwaizumi’s relief, Daichi agreed to come along, with Sugawara in tow. Initially, he was just as confused as Iwaizumi had been when Kuroo offered. But once he mentioned “s’mores” and “campfires,” Daichi’s curiosity got the better of him.

And that’s how they found themselves here, sitting under the stars, gathered around the flickering flames of a campfire.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa singsongs. “Do you want another marshmallow?” He scoots closer on their blanket, the same navy blue one from their nights of “UFO hunting.” Decked out in an oversized NASA sweatshirt and jeans, eyes framed by dark-rimmed glasses, Oikawa looks… dammit, why does he have to be so cute? Iwaizumi curses his flushed cheeks.

“I- um…”

“Quick, before Mori-chan finishes off the rest of the bag.” Oikawa takes the stick from Iwaizumi’s hands and spears a sizable marshmallow on the opposite end. Yaku flashes a dangerous smirk at Iwaizumi through the haze of smoke. “That’s the face of evil. Kind of demonic. Look, he’s over there plotting!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yaku scoffs. He lifts the stick to his mouth and slides two marshmallows off, cramming them between a couple graham crackers and- wow, that’s a lot of chocolate. “I’m just over here trying to enjoy myself.”

“Leave some for the rest of us,” Bokuto butts in, pointing an accusing finger in Yaku’s direction. “And don’t waste the chocolate like that, holy shit. You really are hiding a black hole in that stomach of yours.”

“Yaku-san knows what he’s doing.” Lev crams a graham cracker in his mouth, chewing around his words. “Just let him be.”

“Yeah, I mean, he has the right idea,” Hinata chimes in. He draws his stick away from the flames, squinting at the now black, charred globs at the tip.

“Idiot.” Kageyama reaches over and carefully removes both globs. He motions for Hinata to come closer, popping one in Hinata’s mouth before eating the other. Wide grins split their faces as they savor the sugary flavor.

“Speak for yourself.” Kuroo gestures at Kageyama and Hinata, happily chewing away. “You two don’t even make s’mores! You just burn the marshmallows to crisps and inhale them like a couple of heathens!”

“Heathens? Alright, old man,” Bokuto guffaws and, surprisingly enough, Akaashi lowers his head, body shuddering with quiet laughter.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what he means,” Kenma mumbles. It’s the first time Iwaizumi has seen Kenma really smile. And, of course, it’s when he’s roasting his dork of a boyfriend.

“Why are you all like this?” Kuroo’s lips purse into a pout, and he jams his stick into the ground at his feet. “I’m a cool dude. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment.”

The rest of the team joins in the argument- if it can even be called that. Takeda scoffs loudly and shakes his head. But there’s an unmistakable fondness in his gaze. Daichi and Sugawara can’t help but laugh along with him, and the sight gives Iwaizumi the strongest urge to sidle over and hug them both. Stop that.

“They seem happy,” Oikawa whispers, as if he just read Iwaizumi’s mind.

“Yeah…” Iwaizumi feels a smile play at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, they really do. I haven’t seen Daichi make faces like that in a while.”

“I’m sure he’s happy when he’s with you, too, Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi nods. “True, but that’s… that’s different. Sugawara is different.”

“Like you?”

Iwaizumi startles, caught off guard by the sudden weight against his side. Oikawa curls closer, as if he belongs there, as if he were made to fit in exactly that spot. Together with Iwaizumi.

“What do you mean?” Iwaizumi asks, a little confused.

“I mean,” Oikawa sighs, “that Daichi sees Sugawara like I see you.”

“Like you see-” Iwaizumi tenses, words caught in his throat. Oh.

“For an alien genius, you sure can be dense sometimes, Iwa-chan.”

Oikawa wriggles closer, if at all possible, and Iwaizumi instinctively secures an arm around his middle, holding him in place. It’s not like he’s going anywhere, Iwaizumi notes, a bit deliriously. It’s still hard to wrap his head around the fact Oikawa is there, very much alive, and safe. For the foreseeable future, at least.

“He loves him,” Oikawa continues, resting his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “All you have to do is watch for a couple minutes and it becomes pretty clear how he feels. How both of them feel, really.”

“It’s nice to see.”

“Mhm.”

Silence falls over the two. As they watch, Sugawara leans over to whisper in Daichi’s ear. A faint red dusts his cheeks, and Iwaizumi barely stifles a laugh as Daichi awkwardly stammers around a response Iwaizumi can’t hear from this distance. The two calmly climb to their feet, a movement that goes unnoticed by the rest of the group, and shuffle off together, out of sight. Ah, Daichi…

For a second, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, savoring the tranquility of their current situation. There’s no imminent danger or worry of being separated. There are no Supervisors waiting on the sidelines, eager to ruin the relationship Oikawa and Iwaizumi have started to build together. There are no chances of his teammates- his friends, if they can be considered that now- getting hurt.

“You know,” Oikawa mumbles, tone gone soft, “I was worried about you, too.”

“Me? I was fine. I knew what I was getting myself into when I went against the officials. Bunch of jackasses...”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. I wasn’t worried that they would kill you or anything. Iwa-chan is tough and very very-” he punctuates the second “very” with a light jab to Iwaizumi’s thigh- “smart. I was worried… they would take you. Would keep you on that ship and I’d- I’d never be able to see you again.”

Iwaizumi’s heart clenches at the mere mention of being permanently separated from Oikawa. “I never would’ve-”

“I know that now, but, back then, when I didn’t know what had happened to you-” Oikawa takes a stuttering breath. “I wasn’t so sure. We didn’t even exchange proper goodbyes.”

“Well, you never have to worry like that again. I’m staying here with you,” Iwaizumi persists, And, panicking, tacks on a rushed “dumbass” at the end. Smooth, real smooth.

“You better,” Oikawa teases. “Or I’ll have to run to the arms of another subpar Iwa-chan wannabe.”

“Another alien?”

“Of course.” A breeze trickles through, and Oikawa nuzzles against Iwaizumi’s jacket. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m practically an alien magnet.”

Iwaizumi wishes he could dispute that fact. No one would pass up the opportunity to study a star trapped in a human being’s body. Iwaizumi knows from firsthand experience. Then, a thought strikes him.

“All jokes aside, would you like to meet other aliens?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“Well, here’s the thing,” Iwaizumi says, unable to keep the excitement from creeping into his voice. “Daichi has a ship stationed on Ganymede. Technically, it’s mine, too, because most Mentor-Researcher pairs- anyway, whatever, the details don’t matter. Transportation chambers are more popular so it’s pretty easy to slip under the radar, undetected, if we travel by ship.”

“Ganymede… that’s one of Jupiter’s moons.” Oikawa narrows his eyes. “How do you plan to get us there?”

“The transportation chamber center there is deserted most of the time. Those assholes don’t care much about Earth. They hardly monitor teleportation traffic in this solar system, especially since every center has to stay hidden.”

“Iwa-chan…”

“Yeah, I know it’s a lot to process but- think about it. Just the four of us. Daichi, Sugawara, you, me,” Iwaizumi insists, “You would love it. There are so many places I want to take you. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit that’s out there. The ice volcanoes on Slyke, the walking trees on Peclade, the-”

Suddenly, there are fingers buried in Iwaizumi’s hair, impatient, and a set of warm lips pressing insistently against his own. Oikawa kisses Iwaizumi like he wants to swallow him whole, like he can’t believe he’s found someone capable of showing him the universe he’s always wanted to see. Which, really, is answer enough.

Even before meeting OIkawa, Iwaizumi had enjoyed exploring the universe. It went with the Researcher job description. But there had always been something… missing. Most missions didn’t include Daichi. And, considering Iwaizumi couldn’t seem to make friends, it was just him hitching rides on passing transport ships or travelling through teleportation chambers.

Adventures that should have felt extraordinary felt dry, stale… lonely.

He glances around the fire at every person he’s met since setting foot on Earth. Smiles illuminate their faces, dancing flames painting the group in brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows. The heat of the fire permeates Iwaizumi’s jacket in the most pleasant way, a comfortable warmth, and the tastes of chocolate and marshmallow linger on his tongue. Oikawa settles against Iwaizumi’s chest, rambling about the sort of aliens they may encounter on their journey, about the planets and stars they’ll hopefully see from the inside of the ship.

It’s everything.

Regardless of what he’s been through, Iwaizumi has no regrets. He isn’t lonely anymore.

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get to know me better!

ty ty @jeremymichaeljordan for tha tag

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it

Relationship Status: very single but i sometimes think about dating various people named ben, no, not just famous people, i have a weird history of bens

Favorite Color: blue or pink or red i don’t know i love colors. yellow is also growing on me a lot!!!

Lipstick or Chapstick: ok i have a fucking addiction to chapstick which is probably severely unhealthy but whatever

Last Song I Listened To: The Letter from Billy Elliot! heartbreaking song

Last Movie I Watched: does half of The Martian count? i don’t think so bc i was doing my homework during it. so i’ll say The Truman Show

Top 3 TV Shows: brooklyn 99, doctor who, stranger things? but it varies all the time like e.g. The Bold Type is a KILLER show. i guess these are my feel-good shows. new girl is probably up there somewhere too

Top 3 Bands: All Time Low,,,,,this question is unfair, i don’t listen to bands! so i have to say 5 Seconds of Summer and, like, One Direction. I don’t know. I don’t listen to bands!! i listen to showtunes!! maybe fall out boy.

Top 3 solo artists: Niall Horan (damn that boy can sing! he was so underappreciated in 1d!!), Shawn Mendes...Taylor Swift? again...i listen to showtunes....although honorable mention to Liam Payne because he only has one song but IT IS A FUCKIN BANGER and i love it

And 3 Broadway singers that come to mind: Jeremy Jordan, Stephanie J. Block, Andrew Rannells

Books I’m Reading: A Little Princess constantly, Wicked but that doesn’t count because i stopped reading it like four months ago...yeah that’s all i’m not really reading anything right now

tagging @doodleddaisies @intheheightsandfluff and @sugarlipslester for this lil game!