#Fidget Jewelery

[merakisphere]

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[milo-is-rambling]

If I could get my dabs in time for new sunny tonight has the potential to be incredible

[velnoni]

Idk if ur doing it rn or anything, but as a southern person, I beg of you to pretty please write the fic where the southern reader charms stan! That sounds so cute (no pressure tho, I just really like the idea)

The way I was looking up southern dialects and looking at Fiddleford fics for reference was hilarious. I never wrote a strong dialect before, so I hope I did okay!

Southern Reader x Stan

It's been a minute since the three out you spent some quality time amongst each other that didn't involve something straight out of a nightmare. You swear the Pines family always had a tendency to attract something bizarre, and that's only mildly putting it. But with Soos managing the Shack and Ford, trying his hand at being social much his distaste, the three of you decided to hang out at a small gathering at edge of Gravity Falls, a small get together for the grown folks if you will.

You opted for something light and classy, with some gold jewelery adorning your neck. As you checked your fit to make sure everything was intact, you heard the stairs squeaking as someone came down. You peer over to see Stan fidgeting about with his tie, lips turnt down as his fingers got caught up in the fabric. He was wearing an emerald green button-down shirt with black slacks and a gold buckle belt. His hair was slicked back with a few strands hanging out. He cussed under his breath, muttering about how useless ties are.

But he looked good. Real good.

"Stanley, why ya fightin' yer tie like a snake and eagle caught up inna brawl?" Stan face visibly scrunched up at you speaking to him, grumbling at your metaphor. You laugh at him and take a few strides before shooing his hands away and patting down the fabric. Stan starts to protest a tad, but you hush him. "We'll be 'ere till the sun n' moon touch an' kiss each other g'night if I don't do it for ya. Now hold still." As you're focused on fixing Stan's tie and looping it around properly, you don't notice how his cheeks flush or how he clenches his fist as he takes in your concentrated look. How his eyes linger just a second too long on your face and your neck where the gold necklace resided. He was annoyed at how he was acting like never touched anyone before.

With a final loop and tug, the navy tie falls neatly onto Stan's broad chest. You pat him lightly, your fingers lingering as you eye him up and down teasingly.

"I must say, Stan-boy ya lookin' mighty fine 'ere all gussied up outta dat mystery suit ya love to wear." You watch Stan choke on his own saliva and look away from you. "Damn brat..." he hissed lightly. You pay him no mind, understanding he's flustered & not used to genuine compliments, and pat his shoulder. "Just complimentin' is all. Can't expect ta' mosey all round the falls prettier than a glob of butter meltin' ona stack of pancakes an' spect me ta be all hush hush bout it!" You cackle and turn your attention up to Ford as he comes down the stairs, waving hello and hugging him, calling him prettier than a peach.

Ford as well, with tinted cheeks thanks you before turning to his brother. "Stanley, are you ready to go— Why is your face so red?" You feigning innocent, tack onto Ford's question.

"I concur. Stanford, reckon figurin n tellin' me why yer twin been actin' like a bump on a log? Face more redder than a rooster's wattle," you smirked as Stan glared at you. "It's nothing. Now, let's get this show on the road already!" How adorable.

*please like and reblog, I'd appreciate it!

[heuldoch7b]

hmm. magnus musings. this is a bit dense and extremely fluffy information.

• he likes havings peircings/jewelry for the weight it adds, and the feeling when he moves (on top of the cultural normalcy of it). it helps him stay focused and confident, as its a reliable consistent stimulus. he consistently keeps an eyebrow ring, at least a single large peircing on each ear, and a snug set of bangles around his neck, horns, wrists, and ankles. he is fine with rings on his fingers, but they can be a bit overwhelming and arent as commonly seen in the primarch's casual days.

• he is a very gregarious individual (when hes not deep in focus on whatever hes studying at the time), and loves to actually physically touch the people hes socializing with! its normally just a firm touch on the arm or shoulder, or a hug after a conversation has finished. he became more withdrawn post-heresy, and instead you will see him wringing his hands together in one-on-one conversation, or other self-regulating fidgets...

• self-regulation, other than the many bits of jewelery he adorns himself with, falls a lot on his hair. he busies himself by wrapping the locks between his fingers, or combing his digits through a dense part of it. he also enjoys ponytails/hair wrappings, but has had issues of it being too tight in the past, and prefers to do his own hairstylings. you will also see him popping joints regularly, his shoulders and fingers being popular targets.

• the daemon primarch, while intensely more withdrawn, still yearns intensely for the open social atmosphere he grew up surrounded by. he lacks the ability (or the guts) to voice it, and has (embarassingly, he feels) grown meek from the loss and pain. if this is brought to attention, he will rebuke the claim and insist hes grown to be strong enough to leave companionship behind. this goes poorly for him, further isolating himself from potential interpersonal relationships he needs... wait, who said he needed friendship?! no, thats an inane mockery to everything he is, he alone got himself to this power!

• being splintered into many fractures has caused a plethora of issues for magnus' psyche. memory recall is one he can be seen becoming physically distressed when faced with it, clutching at his head frustratedly and avoiding conversation as a whole. ontop of all of the loss surrounding him, it seems his fracturing has even further buried him into depression and unrest. his mood ebbs and flows to the tune of manic conviction to abysmal uncertianty.

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[outeremissary]

oc deep dive questions

Tagged by @kaleido-scope-lady on this- thank you! I too have put answers under the cut. This took a few days, partly due to length and partly because I uhhh. Did my Classic Move of filling it most of the way out for four different OCs and then making up my mind. Perhaps the others will see the light of day at some point, perhaps not.

Tagging @lizrich, @prettycatgirlwinter, and @dmagedgoods, if you're interested. And I apologize to anyone looking at this post. For the length of everything under the cut.

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favourite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Balthazar’s most ordinary known fears are dogs, large animals, and death.

As for a more unusual one… Balthazar fears being controlled, and a large part of that is fearing being the kind of person he knows others expect him as an aasimar to be. He doesn't want to be good. He doesn't want to be self sacrificing. He doesn't want people to turn to him and expect him to give and give and give, to see him as a leashed animal to put between themselves and their problems. He doesn't want to be turned into something that isn't him. It's terrifying to imagine that there might be no more worth to his being than being consumed by others.

(Side note: really delightful for Wrath to put the aasimar cannibalism up front. pointing Look, it's a literal manifestation of his fear!!)

Do they have any pet peeves?

Plenty. Just to name a few… he dislikes puns, can't stand when he has to repeat himself to get a point across, hates being interrupted or talked over, and dislikes when pet owners let their animals approach people out of the blue. Keep that thing in hand..

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Appointment book

Dubious esoteric texts

Jewelry box

What do they notice first in a person?

How a person dresses and how they carry themselves catch his eye first. Both speak to status and comfort in a situation. What can be inferred about someone's background, position, and tastes from what they wear? How do they stand? Do they fidget? Where are they looking? Is eye contact a struggle? It's important to know who someone might be and what kind of person they might be most receptive to. Then it's a matter of continuing to refine that understanding to show them who they want to see.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

It's maybe a 3 or 4. Not very good, and his threshold being above a 2 really speaks to a propensity for cooking accidents as a child. He hates and fears pain- one of a dozen reasons he hates healing people with his blessed fire. He's burned himself with his flames before and time has hardly dulled the sense of danger.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Flight. Experience has taught him not to stand his ground in danger, and any serious pressure pulls out the instinct to escape.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Balthazar's family is very small. He was raised by his father, who had come to Absalom alone years before Balthazar was born chasing the dream of the big city. In theory Kostas has family somewhere in southern Taldor, but Balthazar has never met them. He’s also never met his mother- she left his father very shortly after he was born. All he knows about her is that she’s an elf and he apparently looks like her, something he hates.

What animal represents them best?

He's an easy cat. That may be a generic sounding answer but that man definitely has the capricious mannerisms and aloof self-assurance of a cat.

What is a smell they dislike?

He has come to really, really hate the smell of bogs. Goblin cooking is up there as well.

Have they broken any bones?

Balthazar has been lucky not to have any major breaks for much of his life. He’s very averse to physical danger. If he’s broken anything during his unplanned adventuring career, it was mercifully healed quickly enough that he didn’t have time to notice.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

A stranger would likely describe Balthazar as polite, charming, and very easy to talk to. He has a warm smile and a soft, pleasant voice, and he’s good at giving his attention to whoever he’s speaking with. He tends to come across kind, with the little streaks of mischief and humor that show through feeling inviting and conspiratorial. He has a presence that seems to naturally put people at ease. And he's easy on the eyes, of course: people tend to remember that. Many people find him strikingly beautiful- something often attributed to his delicate, classically attractive face, soft, loose curls, or androgynous features. There’s something a bit uncanny to that beauty though- he’s naturally washed out of color and in a way he appears very doll-like. His personal sense of style, dripping with lace and ribbon, cements a memorable appearance. Anyone who clocks him as an aasimar (pretty much anyone who meets him once the wings develop) would likely draw connection between all of this: he’s an angel in the flesh, his presence supernatural and his character naturally supportive, trustworthy, and giving.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Balthazar has always been a night person. He struggles to wake up early even at the best of times, and he often stays up well into the night working on projects. Manifesting his halo makes it easy to just keep going heedless of time. In Absalom his involvement in the city’s nightlife made him even more nocturnal. He often misses that lifestyle.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Balthazar has little love for most kinds of sweetness. He really hates sugary confections like meringue because of this, and tends to prefer rich, spicy flavors. Despite his general distaste for sweets, his favorite food is portokalópita (orange cake) heavily spiced with cinnamon.

Do they have any hobbies?

He has a lot of interest in metaphysical and religious esoterica, and he enjoys researching these topics and collecting treatises on them. Fashion has always been an area of passion for him and he enjoys learning about current trends and building out his wardrobe (or sometimes another's). He enjoys meeting with the tailor Sharel to discuss design as an extension of that interest. He enjoys games of strategy and likes learning new ones. In Absalom he always really enjoyed spectating kite fights- kite fighting has been his favorite sport since childhood.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Balthazar is good at maintaining the appearance of taking unexpected things in stride, whether that's keeping his cool in crisis or being appropriately flattered by a surprise party. How he feels inwardly about surprise varies by circumstance, but he's often frustrated to be caught on the back foot. And he'd hate a surprise birthday party so much. He hates celebrating his birthday.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Absolutely! Balthazar isn't fond of really ostentatious jewelry and has hangups about things that don't feel secure, but he loves being able to complete an outfit with jewelry. The close collars and cuffs he prefers mean that a lot of his day to day jewelry doesn't include necklaces or bracelets, instead tending towards rings, cuff links, brooches, pins, and, of course, earrings. He loves dangly, eye-catching earrings. All in all, he's very fond of jewelry and is steadily amassing an impressive collection, especially with Mim at his disposal.

(Obligatory self indulgent link to Vio and Balthazar’s matching jewelry)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

I'd say relatively neat…? It's not chicken scratch. He writes in a somewhat cramped cursive that often lacks dots on i's if he's in a hurry and there's not a t or x that has to be crossed in the same line. Actually idk why I'm acting like Taldan uses the Latin script. Imagine the fantasy version of what I just described. That is the thing he does

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Frustration and some level of anxiety, maybe.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Balthazar is fond of fine things. He enjoys silks and laces, and is quite fond of airy, elegant chiffon and patterned brocades.

What kind of accent do they have?

Complicated question. Most of the time Balthazar has a clear Absalomite Taldan accent- more specifically, the way he speaks is very Westgate upper class. This manner of speech is practically second nature thanks to years of use and practice, but at the end of the day it’s a fabrication. On rare occasion, the working class dialect of his home neighborhood slips through. And while his posh Taldan tends to be fairly consistent, he never quite ironed out his native accent in Keleshite, his second language.

In general he’s good at picking up and imitating accents and dialects accurately. He has a decent ambiguously rural Rostlandic one he can put on, a go-to when avoiding attention in the Stolen Lands (before his rise in status and the wings made this near impossible without magical disguise).

[skips-is-asleep]

Everyone shut up this is trolls with autism part 2: fav stims/textures

These were getting really long so I may make a part 3 about comfort foods in a separate post

Aradia: obviously, her hair, she loves playing with it, braiding it adding things to it etc, but I bet when she was younger she was a Hair/shirt chewer and idk why but I feel like she'd also just like breaking things. Not smashing, but snapping pasta noodles, brittle bones, or sticks, that sort of thing. She has a chewy necklace, but it's not a tough grade one like Terezi needs. If she doesn't have something MEANT to be chewed, her shirts get holes in them. Also toe walker. Least favorite texture: when your hands have been wet for a really long time and your nails are all dried out

Tavros: he has jewelry that's for stimming, like bracelets with little spinny parts or that you take off and play with, but before that, it was rubber bracelets or hair ties that he'd never even use as intended. He has a fidget spinner and a pop socket too and you could pry them from his cold dead hands. Tavros is also very very good at shuffling cards because he just really likes the noise it makes when they all flutter together. Least favorite texture: course grade sandpaper

Sollux: pen clicking, leg bouncing, he fucks with his piercings even though he knows he's not supposed to. Often he doesn't even realize he's doing it until someone loses their mind at him for it and tells him to stop. Sometimes, if he can, he'll pull up a whole new word document/notepad and just start typing nonsense bc the act of typing on a keyboard or tapping on a screen just feels good. If anyone opened up one of these notepads, they'd just be random descriptions of what's around him or complete gibberish. Also see the link for other Sollux stim headcanons. Least favorite texture: every and all slimes

Karkat: Skin picking, absolutely, especially around his fingers. He copes by painting his nails and picking that off and it's saved his skin forever. But he also loves silicon toys, the little brush ones I mean, and anything meant to be taken apart and put back together, bonus points if it's those ones that make the little pop and click noises when you do so. Karkat also likes pop-its, yeah I said it, someone has to like them. Another link for more karkat (and more Sollux) headcanons Least favorite texture: metal + teeth

Nepeta: she's also a chewer, but she likes very hard things, nothing squishy. It's all bones, wood, plastic that kinda thing, her favorite is straws. She's also a big fan of messy crafts, like finger painting, getting her hands in the mud/shaving cream that kind of thing, she just likes being messy, making a mess but doesn't like cleaning it. Yeah and toe walking. Least favorite texture: tin foil

Kanaya: she doesn't sew AS a stim, but she does sew a really long running stitch, intentionally neglect to tie it off just so she can pull the thread out, insanely soothing to her. Also anything that's meant to be gently tapped against her face, like a makeup sponge or very soft rag is A++ Anything that jingles when she walks (jewelery but also heavily beaded fabrics) are perfect. She also loves running her nails over things, specifically tapping with them. Least favorite texture: burlap

Terezi: we've got another intense chewer. She sits right between aradia and Nepeta. They like hard things, but obviously hard as in crunchy. We knew they eat chalk but also ice, stale bread, that kind of thing, things meant to be eaten and crunchy. She's also the type to just draw all over herself with markers, the wet + cool sensation of markers going over skin is everything. least favorite texture: braille

Vriska: Hair, like moving it around/out of her hair constantly and dice. She plays with them, rolls them when theres no reason to, sometimes chews them but it's pretty rare and the oral fixation is only with dice. Idk what they're called, but the little game with the dice under the plastic dome and you push it and it pops the dice everywhere? Yeah. She also likes ripping/cutting paper a lot and will steal magazines to rip/cut them up. Least favorite texture: cotton balls

Equius: Equius is also a hair stimmer, softly brushing it. I think he *used* to hit himself in stressful situation but because he's so strong, that's obvi not an option anymore (that's why he has the battle bots) but he also just likes breaking things as in destroying them. In humanstuck, I think he regularly visits those places where you're put in a room with a bat just to smash old TV's and shit. Least favorite texture: rusty metal

Gamzee: definitely noise based stimming, his horns, little bells and squeaky toys, but also he loves just...watching wheels spin. Will sit for hours with his unicycle upside down watching the wheel go. Also beaded curtains. I think growing up on the beach, he'd also really like the texture of wet sand, touching it, walking barefoot on it, making imprints of it, that sort of thing. Least favorite texture: bugs with legs

Eridan: Spiny rings spiny rings spiny rings. At least half of his rings spin/click/or make some kind of noise, also just the sound of rings clinking on things is itself a stim. I think he likes those silicon brushes too, but he likes plucking them. Some of his books in his library aren't even meant to be read, he just will sit and turn the pages until he feels better. Idk if this counts a stim but I also think he copes by swimming to the deepest water he can stand and just laying there like a massive weighted blanket. Least favorite texture: wet paper

Feferi: hair, but also she has so many different fabrics in her outfit, they probably all have different textures that she likes touching. Feferi's a fan of squishy stuff, she likes slime, wet foods like puddings and jello. I'm sure they'd have slime that can be submerged in salt water, but above water she loves the very transparent jiggly slime. She also loves fucking with jelly fish and I bet she smacks the bulb on beluga whales for fun. Also assigned toe walker. Least favorite texture: concrete + bare feet

[llycaons]

Can you get a fidget ring? It helped me cut down touching my face or sleeves a lot. Like one of them ADHD spinny rings, I keep mine on my index of my dominate hand cus then I can twiddle it with my thumb

I don't fidget so much as I am just very used to touching my face, itching my eyes, leaning my cheek on my hand, etc. and I like how it feels. and also wearing jewelery bothers me 🥲 but I do appreciate the idea! maybe I can find a toy to amuse myself with

[ron99hardy]

- Wading -

I watched Tommy shove a piece of cake off my plate into his mouth, while I sipped on my tea, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

,,You sure you cant finish this?’’

,,Yeah, go ahead.’‘ I assured, slowly pushing the half eaten plate towards him. ,,You look like you haven’t eaten in a while.’‘

,,I’m on a diet actually.’‘

I didn’t need to ask further for what he restricted his food for. From the past knowledge I understood it was for nothing, but a fight. I couldn’t help more than let out a sigh after realisation.

His eyes quickly flicked to mine, before dropping back down to his food.

,,What?’‘

,,Nothing.’‘

My chest started to form a heavy feeling I couldnt resist. The thought of him in an octagon didn’t leave a pleasant apprehension in the pit of my stomach, but I wouldn’t try to interfere. I couldnt.

From the first time I saw Tommy again, I could sense that no one could control what he does. He would sprint head first into a brick wall if that’s what he wanted to do. It wasn’t my place after all these years to enlighten him of what is right or wrong.

,,Are you okay?’‘ His voice was low, nevertheless the warmth was to be sensed. His gaze layed on mine, watching my face for any warning.

,,Yeah,’‘ I fidged the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. ,,I’m good.’‘ The smile didnt reach my ears completely.

I dropped the view I had of him just for a second, only to find his now grown piercing stare riveted on me. But it wasn’t my face that had his attention, it was the 22 carat that snug around my finger.

I felt insecure and exposed and because of that I rushed my hand from the strands down to my lap. The action prompted his eyes to move up to mine and I grew even more uncomfortable.

I could see the last bite he took forcefully make it’s way down his throat.

,,Nice ring.’‘ He kissed his teeth, pulling away his eyes from my puzzled ones.

The way the fork rushed down the empty plate stung my ears and send a wake up call through the diner.

Eyes from nearby tables landed on us, however I couldn’t move my view away from him.

His tongue poked the insides of his mouth, while a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his lips.

,,Of course she would.” He spoke to himself.

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, it shot up quickly and dimmed as silence followed when he decided to gift me his side profile. 

Stillness was glued between us and I found myself wondering what he was thinking. He was way too quiet and him being quiet only meant that he was being analytical.

His jaw locked and flexed while his eyes tried to fixate a spot in the room.

,,I wanted to tell you.”

,,When?’‘ His question was rushed.

,,I got to see you just yesterday Tommy, do you think I would have jumped you and shoved you this in your face to tell you about it?’‘ My finger pointed to what should have brought me the biggest happiness one ever felt, but it didn’t.

,,You didn’t wear it yesterday.’‘ His arms folded on the table, peering at me through heavy eyelids. ,,A coincidence?’‘

,,You know I dont like jewelery.’‘ I kept my answer sparse. I knew what he was on about. He thought I would hide my bond from him, what somewhat is true to a degree. I didn’t want to surprise him with the news after our reunion. It wasnt my plan on stealing the light from him, with an event I knew he wasn’t okay with.

,,Since when?’‘

,,4 months.’‘ I answered meekly.

,,4 months and you didn’t dare writing me about it?’‘

,,No I didn’t.‘’ I nearly hissed. ,,It was so rare of you to write me back or get you on the phone. I didn’t want to irk your world with stages of my life.’‘

,,Are you serious? You getting married is ‘just’ a stage of your life for you?’‘

His question revealed more of myself than I wanted him to know.

,,Not married,’‘ I corrected him, fidgeting the ring on my finger. ,,I’m only engaged.’‘

He shifted in his seat but the movement was super stiff. ,,Yeah, makes it any better.’‘ 

I knew he was wound tight and unbidden and I wanted to do everything in my power to ease the tension. However, I was the cause and there was no way possible that I could fix a problem when I was the problem.

,,With who?’‘

The eagerness to know flickerd in his eyes, but at the same time how relaxed he looked didn’t give me any comfort. Tommy wasn’t to be underastimated when mellow.

,,Dave,’‘ I halted. ,, Dave Ivanick.” His name burning a displeased sensation in my mouth.

,,Do I know him?’‘

,,No.’‘

,,And what does Dave do?’‘ His face twisted.

,,Please Tommy, I think -’’

,,No,’’ He snapped only for me to hear. ,,I want to know.’’ 

I left the breath out that got held captive in my lungs. ,,He is a lawyer.’‘

,,A lawyer, okay.’‘ He slumped back on the seat and pressed his lips together. ,,Are you happy?’‘

I blinked, digesting his question.

,,Yeah, I am.’‘

My confession was only a lie because I was far away from being content with my life and didn’t want to declare my misery to him.

I saw him scrutinizing if I was deceptive. It made me uneasy. I hated how easily he saw through me and I was left to question how after all these years he still was able to read my being. 

No matter how hard I tried to form my words into creating a fake image around my condition, he could smell my bullshit from miles away like a freaking dog on patrol.

,,Does your Dad like him?’‘ Tommy’s voice startled my thoughts.

,,No.’‘

My Dad’s opinion on Dave enlightend my memory. ,,He is too ‘formal’ for him and not valorous.” I couldnt help smirking and rolled my eyes.

,,Yeah, you’re Dad is a rough dude, he doesn’t like just anybody.” He grinned, freeing the tension we were pinned under mere seconds ago.

,,Can you believe, we’re so grown that we talk about stuff like this now T?’‘ My eyelids flickered calmly as nostalgia hit me. ,,I can’t believe we’re so old now.’‘

,,You’re not old.’‘ His voice was full of confidence. ,,You still look great.’‘

I looked at him wide-eyed as my cheeks warmed. ,,Thank you. You look great yourself.’’ My compliment caused his lips to twitch into a grin that didn’t unfold into full potential.

,,But look,’‘ I pointed at my forehead. ,,you can already make out wrinkles.’‘ I wiggeled my eyebrows.

My belly flustered butterflies through my being when he offered me the biggest smile. Seeing grown up Tommy beam left me speechless and almost pacing my hand down my bag to grap my phone to perpetuate the moment forever.

I observed him incessantly, until his throat left a shaky cough, pressuring him to break the secret conversation our eyes held, only we were able to understand.

,,Why can’t you look at me Tommy?’‘

He shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pool of green and blue again.

,,Look, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.’‘ I stated.

My apologize didn’t reach his ears, as he made no attempt at looking at me again, so I repeated.

For some reason it took me some time to grasp that something different cought his attention and he wasn’t just staring into the distance.

Following his glare, my eyes zeroed on the door in the very back of the diner.

My eyes latching on to a person I knew all too well.

As though he sensed my stare, he looked between me and Tommy. His eyes instantly locked with mine when he was finally able to identify. 

I watched as his face morphed from confusion into joy.

Anxiety that I thought vaporized into nothingness was now coming back at full force, racing my heart uncomfortably.

I wanted nothing more than to morph into the depth of my seat, when Dave wandered towards our table.

His smile illuminated against the dim lights of the diner. It was rare to see someone so well dressed like him in an obsolescent place like this. The contrast therefore between delightful and depraved seemed comical.

,,Hey, baby.”

His hand graced my back and I couldn’t help but stiffen up at his touch.

Dave placed a quick pack on top of my head and while it should take me to the moon, it made me want to jump out of this place.

The tension was so thick. My eyes were busy dancing between both of them.

Tommy was staring curiously up at Dave, while Dave on the other hand was smiling gleefully down at me.

,,Who’s this?’‘ Dave’s brows furrowed in confusion.

My throat grew a lump I almost couldn’t swallow past.

,,Dave, this is Tommy,’’ I pointed at him, avoiding his glance. ,,and Tommy, this is Dave, my fiance.’‘

Speaking it out felt like poison being poured down my throat.

I couldn’t resist the heat any longer my cheeks felt. My past love was burning holes into my profile I was sure would never heal.

To my surprise, Tommy held out his hand first. ,,Nice to meet you Dave.’‘

The smile that formed on Tommy’s face was fake, but not fake enough for other people to recognize how much of an actor he could be.

,,Nice to meet you too Tommy.’‘ Dave’s voice was so innocent, it nearly drove me to the edge.

I cleared my throat as they both shook hands, landing four well known eyes on me.

,,Wait, so you are the ‘childhood friend Tommy’?’‘

I wanted to tell Dave that he was way more than that but bit my tongue.

,,Yeah, yeah I’m that friend.’‘ Tommy looked at me before heaving his glinted eyes back to Dave.

,,She doesn’t tell me much about you, but when she does I’m always eager to listen.’‘

,,Well, what did she tell you about me?’‘ Tommy quizzed, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

,,That would push your ego way too high.’‘ They both let out a laugh and I cringed.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

My past colliding with my future made me sweat so much, I was sure a stream of moisture would fall if I lifted my shirt.

,,Why did you come here Dave?’‘ I stood. ,,I thought you had work?’‘

,,I got off early. I thought I might pick you up, so I called your Dad and he told me you were here.’‘

I know he could feel the distress I was in when his eyes went back and forth between a silent Tommy and me. ,,Why? Is there a problem?’‘

,,No!’’ I screeched, startling not only myself but my fiance as well. ,,No.” I repeated.

My pulse must have been at 200 and I ran my hands over my head, in hopes of cooling my features.

,,I’ll wait for you in the car.’’ Dave’s eyes watched me closely, before getting a last glimpse of Tommy. ,,Was nice meeting you Tommy.’’

,,Yup, you too.’‘ His voice appeared behind me.

With Dave out of sight, I finally released my tensed shoulders, letting air expand through my lungs.

,,You look pale.’‘

Frustrated, I turned towards Tommy and sighed. ,,Hey, look at me.’‘

His demand made me look at him immediatley. ,,Relax.’‘

 The way his face lit up to bring my being some sense of comfort just wanted me to kneel down to the floor and sob for enternity.

,,I’m sorry.’‘ My soul declared unconsciously.

,,For what? That I got to meet your man? Come on.’‘ Yeah my man. ,,I would have met him sooner or later anyway.’’

,,No.’‘ I sniffed.

,,No?’‘ He chuckled and I was able to see the twist of his front tooth I used to make fun of when we were younger.

He watched me for a while before opening his mouth again. ,,I know this was a lot for you now, but you shouldn’t worry. Everything is alright.’‘

,,You’re not mad at me?”

,,No, I am. I wish you would have told me earlier, but it is what it is.”

,,I’m really sorry T. I just-“

,,It’s okay.”

I couldn’t believe that he finally spoke in whole sentences, instead of giving me short responses. The only problem is that they told me to ease my heart, because of the way my old best friend got to meet my freaking fiance, when this topic shouldn’t have been present between us until I decided to.

Tommy knowing about my relationship, smashed the little girls heart inside me that only had eyes for him. It let me know that this was all in the past. It would forever nestle in the back of my memory and fall into dust and I had to approach a life that didn’t involve him, at least not in the way I always wanted to.

He got up his seat.

,,Keep your head high.” His rough finger nudged my chin up ever so slighty, not making it able for me to reminisce in it’s familarity. 

I was embarressed of the way my agony unblossomed.

,,I’ll see you around, Tommy.’‘

I turned my back on him to walk away from this misery, but was halted instead by a grip around my wrist.

He took a step closer towards me, allowing me to peer up at him. His face was traced away from all sensibility, but I saw in his eyes how much worry stung his emotions.

,,Take care of yourself.”

,,Yeah,” I mumbled. ,,you too.”

The pressure framing my wrist, turned into sweet caresses as his thumb went up and down my radius bone. It was the first time after internity feeling his touch. It made the hairs in the back of my neck stand up and electricity rush through my veins.

,,Alright. You should go,” He exhaled. ,,or else he will eat me up.’‘ He nodged his chin towards the outside where Dave was seated in his car, watching our every motion.

A chuckle escaped me at the thought of his statement. If anyone ate anyone up, it was most defintely Tommy eating Dave and he would not leave a single crumb. No discussion.

I smiled half heartedly and nodded, leaving him where he stood.

I turned around one last time to have full on view of his being. Behind his intimidating form there was this gentle beast that only I knew. I had the privilege to know it and I loved every second of it.

Since my childhood I savoured being in his presence. He made me feel protected and cared for and even grown up he left me in awe. I loved when he did the most simplest things such as deciding to pour his heart out and stating his opinion on topics.

I tried to understand him when nobody listend and was even accepting enough of when all I could hear was his sweet breath when he fell asleep on the phone.

Tommy was my safe space. I felt real when I was near him. Understood and not alone. He filled a void and that’s all I ever craved. Him being here again after all those years I couldn’t see him, reminded me of how much my eyes missed him.

Yes, we talked whenever he was free in the military, but seeing him in person again brought the little girl inside me back to surface. I was with the love I buried so deeply again. But I wasn’t really with him.

Fate had other plans, and made me cross paths with someone who was able to marry my human form, but not my soul.

My soul belonged to someone else who is held captive by his own past and demons. This, I accepted and tried to move on. Unfortunately, my heart couldn’t.

I knew Tommy loved me, though I never dared to make the attempt to find out how much.

A blind person could see with how much adoration he looked at me. But he never made the move and I didn’t dare declaring my feelings of fear of being rejected.

So I was left with imaginations of what could have been.

Sighing in relief I plundged into the passenger seat. My nerves got the best of me. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was still uneven. I inhaled and exhaled slowly before glancing over at a silent Dave.

,,I like him.”

,,Hm?’‘

,,Tommy, he looks like a good guy.’‘ He ceased his leering from the diner.

I didn’t know what to say. Tommy didn’t look like a ‘good’ guy until you got to know him. In fact his appearance was oozing menace, but I was glad to know that someone looked past that and saw that he was pure, even if it was Dave.

,,Yeah.’’ I shrugged him off and turned facing towards the direction that send tingles down my spine.

Tommy was watching us. Not watching, freaking piercing us with his glare.

He offered a small smile I know was only designed for me.

The way it faded when he saw my face forcefully pushed against another one stopped the drumming within my chest.

Dave’s lips eagerly traced mine in hopes of a heated kiss, while I couldn’t latch my eyes off of an exasperated, woeful Tommy.

,,Stop Dave!” I squealed.

It brought me to tears how he kept watching us. Under the wall of moisture rising in my eyes, I could make out how his face morphed into disgust.

In the inside I was screaming, and my eyes saw red. How dare he? What has gotten into him to do this to me?

My cheeks by now were drenched in tears while Dave’s hands traced over my whole body, placing his lips on every spot possible on my neck and back on my lips.

I wanted to die and I was sure I would if my breath kept being cut off.

When Dave tried to lure his tongue inside my mouth I couldn’t help myself anymore.

,,Dave fucking stop!”. I yelled when I gained strength strong enough to shove him off.

My immediate reaction was to connect my hand with his cheek.

The noise echoed throughout the car and the only sounds of our breathless bodies were welcomed next.

My hand gained a pulse by itself and the throb was stinging my hand blood red.

My head was shutting off. This couldn’t be real, my reality. The handprint left on his cheek reminded me that this was in fact very real. This was my reality.

The gaze in Dave’s eyes scared me, it was so dark I was sure it was going to devour me. I have never seen him like this.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed. ,,What the fuck are doing Dave? I repeated. ,,Fuck you!”

He suddenly looked perplexed himself. He has never been so aggressive in being in contact with me.

But it didn’t matter any more.

When I looked back to search for Tommy, he vanished. There was no trace of him left and I didn’t know if I was able to be part of his presence ever again, or if my accident was the cause for a long denouement.

~

As good as it gets, I’ll have more regret, you’re something I cannot miss

[flintox]

The balance of power in a kingdom is severely skewed when kobolds discover the shrinking spells. Instead of using their newfound power to ravage the land, the kobolds seem more interested in using those shiny silver knights for more innocent purposes... Jewelery.

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He struggled against the bonds. Though it was but simple twine, it was thick enough to bind a score of men and more than enough to hold the single Knight. All he could do was stare as the massive scaled creature admired itself in the mirror with himself adorning its neck.

"This one matches my scales!" The grey scaled kobold beamed as she adjusted the little Knight until he was centered. Beside her, another kobold fidgeted with an ankle bracelet made from three plate armored knights. "Yes, but they tickle-itch so much when they move." He sighed.

[ctorres74]

. I!! Forgot that you're dead!!! That is right !!!! Uh... sorry if I came across as insensitive, haha. I'll get some for the both of us and then you only drink it if you need any. Maybe? D-Does that sound good?

[El is sitting by a window, watching the deer that are grazing outside]

[in its arms is a worn deer plushie, a well loved thing judging but the dulled colors and careful stitches on past tears.]

[It hugs the thing closer as it thunks its head gently on the glass with a small exhale of breath]

["Cesar" notices the small child sitting off by itself. He sucks in a sigh before walking over. They take note of the deer plush in its hands.]

...I see you're pretty fond of deer, huh?

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

@marleysfinest asked:

hello frend! 19 & 20 for the lil ask game please!

hi!! :D

19. Favorite type of jewelry 📿

tbh i don't really wear jewelery other than my wedding ring, but when i do i usually like necklaces with a lil pendant attached that i can fidget with whenever anxiety's up :)

20. Do you have or want any tattoos? 📜

yes i have some! i have one on my hip that's of my cat from childhood that passed in 2018 and 3 semi-colon related ones on my back, wrist, and ankle! i'm trying to get one that's levi-related once my internship's over tho but will keep everyone updated because i'm rly excited for it :3

come hang with me in my asks!

[insidemydiaries]

If I were to ever have a child I'd want to be able to purchase them clothes for every little fancy occasion.

School dances, Parties, Dates, Halloween costumes, Cosplays, Music Festivals, Fidget toys, a bedazzler, fabric scissors, safety pins, and jewelery stuff so they could decorate it all however they wanted.

I would want to be able to afford anything and everything they wanted to express themselves, just like my mother did for me 🖤

We were strapped for cash when I was a child but she always figured something out. And now I have amazing memories and an example of perseverance and dedication to fulfilling the dreams of not only your child but of an adult, a parent. One that would stop at nothing for the love of their child 🖤

[eeeeeeeeee999]

(apologies but i got ask gamed) List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers

1, bugs. Holy sh*t bugs are so cool. I have so many photos of them. I have a yard with wildflowers and live near a park so I can just go see bugs and I’ve had bugs land on me and and and!!!

2, my friends(both irl and online). They’re all so cool I love chatting with them and just hanging around with them.

3, crochet! Rn I’m making a twin sized blanket with the BERNAT Velvet Plus yarn in the color sea foam and I’m about halfway through it’s so fun and fuzzy.

4, theatre. I have a play in a few weeks and I’m so stressed abt it but I love theatre sm it’s my passion.

5, jewelery. Both making it(then randomly giving it to irl friends) and some of my fancy jangly fidget jewelry!

Extra secret 6th thing! Sewing omg I love sewing I have a half finished corset and some partly made curtains and I’ve got a cloak!

[artist-regardless]

jewelery that doubles as a fidget >>>>

[kingofdandelions]

umm so im not an expert on anything, but here are some things that helps for me

Drawing in the meeting, if anyone asks you can say you do it to consentrate better, or cus you get inspired by the talking. It can just be doodling and stickmen, or patterns, but it's still relaxing to have something else then oholyallmightgodvomit to focus on.

Imagining how your life will be after you've left, and im talking about when there's years since you left, and you've had time to heal. Will you have a coffee machine in your house? Do you want tatoos or piercings? You'll have a lot more options. In a few years, or maybe many years you'll be the one to decide all that, no church involved.

Fidgeting. If you have really judgy people in your church and you cant draw, then take stuff you can fidget with in your pockets and put your hands in your pockets. You can fidget with your jewelery if you use any. You can fidget with a piece of folded paper.

Count stuff. People, lamps, windows, anything.

Make up stories or alternate universes. You can make up stuff all edgy, like "Im sitting on the bench fully aware that in 5 minutes the bomb i planted in the temple will go off and my prerecorded message to all mormon churches will be on display for the mormons to see how the church really is, but i cant be found, so i will take a piece of bread, and eat it!" or smth like that. Or you can just make up a story "Charlie went to school, but then got magically turned into a turtle who could cough wishes"

Find a way to make fun of everything people say. I usually call out all of the bullshit. In my thought tho, cus yk pimo. "i CoUlD NeVeR hAvE dOnE iT wItHoUt tHe lOrD" "doubt"

Act sliiiighlty rebelish. Get fake tattoos, doesn't matter if people can see them or not, it's still satisfying to know you're breaking rules. Whistle or hum songs people in the church would never sings. Small victories are really satisfying. Bring a mocha chocolat or fill i waterbottle with ice tea. My favorite thing is to bring a bag, and just having risky stuff there, for example I once brought Hell Followed With Us to church. Have a pride pin in your pocket, on the shirt under your suit jacket, or somewhere on your dress it won't be visible. It helps to know it's there.

Have fun without the church. Bake some cookies and eat them by yourself. Find a good audiobook, podcast or playlist and relax. Climb up in a tree. Buy yourself something nice. Spend time with your friends. Take a nap. Read something nice. Scroll a bit on memeblr or wherever you feel comfortable. The best revenge is living happily independent, and even if you can't leave yet, having fun without the church is still a step i the right direction.

srry i dont usually post stuff like this but does anyone have tips/advice for dealing with sundays in a mormon family? i have to go to church and its been really damaging my mental health so help is very much appreciated