#Giz is trying to RUIN ME

[nocturnal-dreams]

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Pairing: Karl Jacobs x F! Reader (although I guess also GN neutral works, maybe just an AFAB reader)

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Note: Drug dealer Karl pog?

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'Be there at 10'

You rolled your eyes reading over the text from Garrett, of course, he couldn't risk his perfect reputation to do his own dirty work. Feeling the eyes roaming across your body made your skin squirm, you knew your outfit was rather revealing, your shirt making your cleavage pop out making multiple drunk men keep their eyes on you or rather your cleavage. You knew you'd have a word with Garrett later about it although you know he most likely wouldn't have cared.

You weren't sure why you were still dating Garrett, I mean he was a dick. You guessed you just stayed with him for this long because of his money, he had a house and a stable income that allowed you to live very comfortably, or at least as comfortable as you could get.

This wasn't your first time buying drugs for Garrett, he always gave you the money and a small description of the dealer's looks and location. He couldn't risk his perfect rep being ruined by someone finding out about his drug usage so he decided to risk yours. Garrett was waiting just outside in the car for you to finish the deal, the only problem was you were having a hard time finding the dealer.

Your eyes scanned the room of drunk individuals till they landed on someone. A guy was walking down the stairs as your eyes followed the handsome stranger. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with yellow plodded jeans, multiple rings on his fingers which had the nails painted black. His hair was a light brown, almost like a mop on his head but it suited him, unlike most men you had seen with the style. As you stared longer, you saw him turn towards you, catching your gaze in his steel-grey eyes. He was coming near you as you tried to look away, trying to lose yourself in the crowd but you already felt his hand around your arm.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone; average height, kind of greyish black hair, round glasses, might be wearing some kind of ugly button-up shirt," the handsome stranger had said as you stared at him, he had to be referring to Garrett. This stranger did match Garrett's description of the dealer, he looked too nice to be a drug dealer though.

"Do you happen to be Jacobs?" you questioned, you just wanted to make sure that this was the right guy before you went and spilled your reason for being here on a complete stranger.

“Just call me Karl, so you know Garrett?” Karl had said, you didn’t want to stay around him much longer than you needed too. Not that you were scared of him, actually the opposite, he made you feel safe, it's just you didn’t want Garrett to get impatient.

“Garrett sent me, do you have my stuff?” you tried to hold yourself, you didn’t want to seem vulnerable, that was the biggest thing that Garrett was annoyed about. He didn’t want you to seem weak when he would send you on his drug pick-ups.

“Garrett couldn’t even come to his own deal,” Karl laughed, it was a cute laugh, a lot better than Garrett’s rare rough chuckle that you disliked, if you had to be honest, everything about Garrett you disliked. If it wasn’t for his bank account and house, you would have left a long time ago. Karl looked you over, his eyes roaming over your body wasn’t very different from the crowd but it also felt different, “so what’s someone like you buying stuff like this?”

“And who are you to ask what I buy? Aren’t you just doing this to get paid?” you were growing tired of Karl since he was wasting your time, it wouldn’t be long until Garrett would be coming into the party yelling at you for taking too long.

“Well I could always just refuse to sell it to you,” Karl asked again, “so why are you buying this stuff? You’re wearing only what I can describe as little miss sunshine to a party, you don’t buy drugs.”

“It’s for my boyfriend, now gimme!” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I’m not giving this to you, Garrett can come out here and buy it himself. You know my friend Chris mentioned someone being here instead of Garrett, just didn’t think it’d be someone as beautiful as you,” Karl looked away from you towards the crowd, leaning on the rail looking down at the party, “but till Mr Dogwater gets here, I’m not leaving you, I can’t tell how many guys I’ve seen just eyeing you like meat since you got here. It’s honking disgusting. Perves.”

You hide the smile on your face from his own censorship, “it’s how it always is. It’s how I live.”

“That shouldn’t be how life is, it's sad. Guys should learn to keep crap to themselves,” Karl sighed.

You glanced at him, his eyes looking at the crowd of people dancing and drunkenly talking to themselves. You were disappointed in yourself for feeling so safe around someone you just met, this was what exactly Garrett was bitching to you about two hours ago.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally decided to introduce yourself, it was only fair.

“Do you always pick up for Garrett?” you nodded in response to Karl’s question then realized he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah. He says that he can’t be seen around people like-well-like you.” You gestured towards Karl, him looking at you out the corner of his eye.

“Drug dealers? He can’t be seen with drug dealers but is willing to risk your safety and reputation to be around me? Put you in danger? You know drug dealers are dangerous right?” he looked at you.

“So you’re saying you’re dangerous?” you laughed through the pain his question brought, you knew at this point the relationship between you and Garrett, you were just his drug camel and something for him to stick his dick in when he got bored.

“I’m not dangerous,” Karl shook his head.

You were about to reply when Garrett came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his chest, his eyes narrowing on Karl as Garrett’s grasp on you tightened, almost bruising. “Hey babe,” you had been too wrapped up in your conversation with Karl to even notice Garrett enter the party, “who’s this twink?”

You tried to hide how uncomfortable you had grown when Garrett’s hands left your waist and grabbed your ass, “uh Karl… he has your uh- you know?”

You heard Garrett sigh before he leaned into your ear, making it hard for Karl to hear with the music as Garrett whispered angrily, “why couldn’t you fucking get it? You know I can’t be seen around people like him, let alone his twink ass.”

Karl glared, able to read Garrett’s lips. Karl pushed himself off of the rail, his arms being crossed across his chest, “I wouldn’t allow them. If its not for them then I can’t give it to them.” Karl said loudly as Garrett told him to shut up, “listen if you want the stuff then you gotta get it yourself, Jimmy’s rules.”

A few people started to stare at the scene, Garrett’s jaw clenching as his grip on your arm tightened, “come on, I can get it from somewhere else.”

“Can’t we just go home, I don’t want to go anywhere else, I’m tired,” you spoke quietly, trying to hold back your protests to tell Garrett to lighten his hold on your arm which was starting to hurt from his painful grip.

“Y/N we can go home when I find someone else to get my supply from,” Garrett’s grip only tightened.

“Dude she wants to go home, take her home,” Karl chimed in, his voice no longer the cheering tone but rather low and pissed off, “they have a fucking say and you’re being hella rude. They want to go home. Take them home now.”

“Dude whatever. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me or no?” Garrett looked down at you. You couldn’t form any kind of words on your tongue as you started to back away towards Karl, shaking your head. Garrett’s jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we’re done, bitch!”

Your boyfriend or rather now ex-boyfriend started to walk away down the stairs. Karl’s jaw clenched and and turned Garrett around on the stairs and clocked him right in the jaw, sending Garrett stumbling down the last few steps. You put your hand over your mouth holding back the slightest laugh. Garrett had stood up and went to punch Karl but Karl pulled up his shirt slightly over his belt and flashed something that sent Garrett running out.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused on what just happened as Karl came back up the stairs to where you were standing as you thanked him. Karl shrugged, “no problem, here let me take you home with me.” He said as you bit your lip.

Sure you didn’t know Karl well but you trusted him better than you ever did Garrett. “Alright, let’s go,” you smiled as Karl smiled back. You walked out with Karl behind you leading you over to his car. People would look at the two of you cause of what happened but one glance from Karl made them turn away. You felt safe with Karl, something you never felt with Garrett.

Karl drove you to his home, allowing you to borrow some of his clothes and sleep on his bed after you asked him for number allowing you two to keep in contact. You told him goodnight as you got into his bed, him leaving to his living room as you fell asleep happy for once.

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[karasuno-chaos]

Can you write a food fight Headcanon scenario with Miya Osamu?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request. I absolutely loved this idea! Although i got really hungry while working on it. 😅 I hope you enjoy this! -Giz

Food Fight with Miya Osamu

You start dating right before graduating from Inarizaki, so you’re there during the beginning years of Onigiri Miya.

You’ve helped Osamu talk out his ideas for the business and stood by him as he took those first steps to make it a reality.

You’re honored to be the first person he turns to with new ideas.

Even if he is strong-willed and usually goes with his own opinion regardless of what you say.

You’re still touched when he asks you about things, especially the food, which happens a lot in the early days when he’s figuring out the menu.

You spend dozens of afternoons in his kitchen as he works out new fillings and defines the taste of his restaurant.

You don’t know how he does it, but he knows how to combine ingredients into something magical.

In addition to being stubbornly opinionated, he’s also a perfectionist, especially when it comes to his food.

One afternoon, he’s cooking batch after batch of the same flavor of onigiri because he can’t seem to get it quite right.

“What about this one?” he asks, placing another plate in front of you. You’ve already eaten so many, you have no idea how he expects you to eat any more.

(He always seems to have room for more, and it never seems to physically affect him. He’s inhuman.)

“They taste exactly like the others,” you say.

“You only had one bite. Finish it first.”

“Samu, I’m stuffed,” you groan, “and you’re always saying my pallet isn’t refined enough to really understand your food. The past three plates have all tasted the same to me.”

“So it’s still just alright.”

You kind of regret your lukewarm reaction to this recipe, but he always demands your honest opinion when he comes to you for help.

“Not everyone is going to like the entire menu. It’s okay to have one or two less than stellar flavors.”

“No one goes to a restaurant where the reviews say ‘Everything is great except one or two dishes’.”

“People really aren’t that picky,” you sigh, but he’s already turning back to the rice cooker.

“Let me try another rice seasoning.”

“No!” You shoot up from your chair to try and block him. “My stomach can’t take any more!”

“Y/N, I need to get this right.”

He tries to elbow you out of the way, but you manage to wiggle between him and the counter, putting you in a perfect position to interfere with his cooking.

You do your best to push ingredients out of reach and disrupt his movements.

“Y/N,” he says warningly when you bump him with your shoulder and cause him to over season the rice. Again.

You turn to face him, looping your arms around his waist and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Can we please take a break?”

His face is impassive as he looks at you, but there’s a glimmer of something less serious in his eyes.

You squeak in surprise when he throws a pinch of the over seasoned rice against your cheek.

He smirks before turning back to cooking, but you’re not ready to let it go.

You take a few strips of cut celery from the counter and return fire.

It quickly becomes an all-out food fight.

You grab whatever you can: rice, vegetables, bits of meat, and spices are flying around the kitchen.

Both Osamu and you get very competitive, so you don’t care that you’re making a mess of the kitchen and ruining your clothes.

You just want to one-up him however you can.

Even though you’re in it to win it, you’re laughing and having fun.

At some point, you get out the eggs and things get really messy.

Snacks come out of cupboards, and pantry stores diminish as you add to your arsenal.

Basically, nothing is off limits.

Eventually Osamu manages to pin you against his chest and mercilessly sprinkles you with sesame seeds.

“Alright! Alright,” you gasp. “I give up. I’m done.”

“Are you?” he demands, though the shower of sesame seeds stops.

“I am,” you promise, relaxing in his grip.

“I’m not so sure.” Osamu wraps his other arm around you and presses his cheek to yours, slowly turning you to survey the state of the kitchen.

“See this mess? Someone needs to clean it up.”

“You started this fight Samu.”

But I also won. And it’s my kitchen, so my rules.”

“You’re such a diva,” you grumble. He just smears some egg on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

You stick out your tongue at him in response.

“Where are you going?” you demand when he releases you and heads for the exit.

“To shower and change.”

“What about this mess?”

“Start with the rice cooker. I’ll get back to perfecting that recipe when I’m done.”

He smirks over his shoulder as he exits, leaving you surrounded by the aftermath of your food fight.

You know he’ll be back in five minutes, damp from a quick rinse and ready to help clean up, so you just sigh and start cleaning out the rice cooker.

By the time you’re done with this mess, you might work up an appetite and be ready for another round of Osamu’s cooking experiments.

[sherwoodknights]

Prompt: literally any interaction (that's at least somewhat positive) between Will and Guy. Allan optional but much appreciated!

Hell yeah! Let's go boys!

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"Why are you even here?" Will snapped. Allan placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Look, Will, mate-" he tried, but the younger man just shook him off.

"I wasn't asking you. I was asking him." Will glared across the camp at Guy. If looks could kill, Guy knew he would have died at least ten times over already.

"I'm here to help." That was all Guy offered.

"We don't need your help, Gisbourne." Will spat the name like an insult. "You think you can just waltz into our camp and everything you've done will magically disappear?"

"Will, please-" Allan tried again, but reason wasn't going to help anyone now. What Will felt wasn't something Allan could just talk away like he usually did. So instead, he turned to Guy with a pleading look, begging him wordlessly to say something, anything. Guy did not, opting to remain silent. "Will, look at me. Robin is the one who asked him here. You know Robin. Robin wouldn't bring him to the camp without a good reason."

"What reason could he possibly have to invite a murderer to be one of us?"

"I'm not trying to be one of you." Guy finally decided to speak. "And I know that the things I've done can never disappear. But-"

"But what? You think that because you agreed to help once, I'm going to forgive you?"

"I'm not asking for your forgiveness." We're way past that, Guy thought.

"Giz is still here to help us. Surely that means something, Will."

"Why are you protecting him, Allan?"

"I'm not protecting him. I'm trying to help you see-"

"I can see perfectly well, and what I see is the man who ruined my life, who tore apart my family-"

"Do you think I don't know that? I've done terrible things to you, to all of your people. And I hate myself for it. Now, I can't take back the damage I've done-"

"Damage? Is that what you call it? You've tried to kill me more times than I can count, you tried to kill my brother-"

"And I'm sorry for that."

"What?" Will looked at him in shock.

"You heard me. I'm sorry. For what I did to you, what I did to your brother... If I could take it all back, I would."

"See, Will?"

"I still don't trust him," the young man muttered. Allan looked Will in the eye, then turned to look at Guy.

"I'm not asking you to trust him, mate. But if we're gonna win, then the two of you need to work together."

"He's right." Guy took a step forward, towards Will, and held out his hand. "Think you can manage, just this once?"

"And think about it. You have more reason to hate him than anyone here. If you can bring yourself to work with him, maybe the others will follow suit."

Will looked at Allan, who nodded at him encouragingly. Then, very slowly, he reached out and took Guy's hand.

"I don't trust you. I'm not sure I ever will. But Robin asked you here, and I respect him too much to doubt he had a good reason."

This wasn't forgiveness by any means. Guy knew he would have to work for that. But it was certainly a start.

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There we go! There is literally 0 positive interaction between Will and Guy, so I had to make my own, using the idea that Will was around when Guy joined the gang in S3. I hope this wasn't too bad.

[beholdthemem]

Salash.

(Fae, you’re the best. You knew exactly what I was thinking of when I saw this meme!)

One real big SalAsh song for me is- and don’t laugh, at me, Sal’s canonically a fan, and I like to think Ash is too!- Green Day’s Last Of The American Girls. I listen and just picture Sal hanging out in his room and listening to it on repeat every time he and Ash have some kind of moment during the day, closing his eyes and remembering that ‘I have a terrible idea’ grin she shoots at him before proposing something insane like they’re the only two people in the world in on the joke. ‘Wow.’

Gizmo has opinions about Green Day. Sal doesn’t want to hear them. Go hang out with Dad and his Bruce Springsteen if you don’t like it, Giz, Ash put blue streaks in her hair last weekend and joked about how now we match, this room is on GD lockdown.

Another big one is Rebecca Sugar’s Love Like You, which I guess is more of a pining one. I think when it gets down to it- neither Sal nor Ash really… like themselves very much. Ash covers it up with joking and sarcasm, but I imagine her privately being pretty insecure about a lot of aspects of herself (She made a big show of finding it ridiculous, but she still read as pretty defensive when called on her difficulty expressing emotions, for instance.), and Sal… well, as much as he pretends otherwise, he’s got a lot of issues tied to his appearance. (He spends Chapters 1 through 4 behaving as though it’s just other people who have a problem with his face while he’s just accepted that it is what it is, it’s fine, but.. “…do you… do you think anyone could ever love me the way they love each other?” He’s not fine.)

They see the world in each other, but cannot IMAGINE for a minute what on earth the other sees in them. 

‘What is it you see?’ They wonder. ‘What is it you see when you look at me like that?’

Francis Forever, by Mitski, is sheer SalAsh angst. That’s Ash trying to get through life after the execution, she’s on a mission, she’s getting shit done, but God, Sal, I don’t know what to do without you, I miss you more than anything.

Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen- pretty much self explanatory for anyone who knows this couple and has ever heard it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I WAS AN ISLAND BY A.W., THAT’S A FUCKIN SALASH SONG IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE. Acoustic version is Sal’s point of view, regular is Ash’s. Sal’s version is more of ‘I’ve been on my own forever, I know how to take care of myself, I know how to be alone and I’d accepted just continuing to do that, but now I don’t want to, please don’t let me go’, Ash’s is more combative, she’s loud, she’s tough, she doesn’t need anything, but being around Sal makes her feel all soft and she has no IDEA how to cope with that- and somehow she still doesn’t want to let him go. He’s ruined her. He’s ruined her, she used to be tough and cheerfully sarcastic and didn’t need anything from anyone and now he’s made her all soft and the worst part is she LIKES it, please don’t leave.

[im-tops-bottom]

Tony walks into the cafeteria on his first day of school. He got sent to a new school where Howard felt he will do better at. Transferring was a bitch especially since this is the fifth school he has been sent to this year and it's only March. He has 2 years of school left before he can decide to go to MIT.

He has a new friend by his side named Bruce. Bruce tells him why everyone is sitting the way they are.

Over at the glass doors and windows is a huge table filled with the football jocks. Steve Rogers is Captain and star quarter back. A real player as well as a handsome gentleman.

Near the entrance where Tony and Bruce are standing lies the basket ball players. Thor Odinson is god compared to all the basketball players in America. He is another playboy and Bruce is currently crushing on him.

The tables in the middle are the cheerleaders. Captain is Natasha and co is Wanda. They are a triple threat when you add their best friend Peggy to the mix. Natasha is currently dating an Archer from an all boys school down the road. Peggy is Steves on and off girlfriend. Wanda doesn't believe in love and sex. Prefers looking after her baby brother and working at the pet shop her family owns.

Near where all the food is is where Bruce takes Tony. That's where all the smart people are. Or if you are everyone else, where all the nerds and geeks are. As they sit down Tony spots a gorgeous man with a metal arm sitting In a far corner on his own.

"hey who's that?"

"oh that's our lone wolf. Steve's ex best friend and ex boyfriend. Steve chose his sports career, friends and Peggy over Bucky and now he wants nothing to do with Hi-hey where are you going?"

"what? He looks lonely"

"Tony no! You are gonna disturb the school peace"

"fuck the peace. I'm here, this schools boring time to shake things up"

Tony ignores Bruce and skips over to where the lonely man is.

"hey RoboCop! Names Tony"

The guy looks up with a raised brow

"and I thought your friend would have told you not to come sit by me"

"fuck that shit. It sounds lonely and boring"

The man leans back on his chair and crosses his arms.

"the names James but you can call me Bucky"

"oooh I guess I can scream out Bucky later on. James is my best friend from an old school so that would be weird"

Bucky snorts as he relaxes and sits up to resume his eating.

"so what can I do for you Tony?"

"well I was wondering if I could get your number and you let me build you a way better arm"

"Justin ha-"

"oh god I'm gonna vomit. Hammer is an idiot. Stark industries would make a better one"

"oh Tony Stark. I thought you looked familiar. What's a tech genius doing coming to a school like this"

The two get into a lengthy conversation about any and everything as they ignore everyone staring at them. They don't realize it's class time until the chef comes around to tell them as he gives them each a container of food and says they are 10 minutes late. They thank the chef and leave.

"giz a look at your classes?"

Tony hands over a piece of paper he was handed and raises a brow as Bucky smirks.

"your in my maths and music class"

"so you take them too?"

"maths is compulsory and I love playing the piano"

"oh that's cool. I love the piano as well. I also love singing too."

"oh you joined dance as well?"

"yeah my mind taught me ballet and tap dance. I have an instructor that comes every Saturday and she thought it would be cool for me to do it at school. Aside from that she also teaches me different forms of martial arts"

"wow boy genius loves learning doesn't he?"

"it keeps me busy and on my toes. I don't like being locked inside my head with nothing to do"

Bucky notices his mood change and tells him to skip the remaining classes. Tony agrees because he doesn't like them. PE and Art History was only chosen because Howard picked them for punishment. They sit on top of the hill at the end of the school field across from the gym.

Bucky starts opening up about the deeper darker side of his life. From his mum passing away, to his sister in a psych ward, his brother in the army and his abusive dad. He talks about how he dad got so drunk one night that the man got half way through cutting Bucky's arm until the cops showed up. His arm wasn't salvageable. Then he goes into detail about how he became the lone wolf and has a new hatred for Steve.

Tony immediately falls for Bucky's honesty and how he trusts Tony even though they only met. He goes into depth about how his dad was this abusive man behind the scenes but knew how to play the crowd. Talked about how shit came tumbling down one night. His father got drunk at a gala and dragged his baby brother and mum home leaving him behind. Someone was kind enough to drop him off where his Butler Jarvis told him that his family was involved in a car crash. His brother was the only one who passed. As soon as the parents were allowed back home Howard had told his team to make sure word doesn't get out of what happened. He got real aggressive since then. His mum got beatings trying to protect Tony and whenever she wasn't at home Howard would lock Tony away in a room that had nothing in it. Tony went crazy at some points. The longest he went in that room without food, water, a shower, fresh clothes and blankets was a week. His mum came back and Tony was in hospital for 2 weeks.

"how is he not in jail?"

"because the asshole doesn't want to ruin his reputation or bring Stark Industries down."

Bucky stands up and holds out his hand. Tony takes it and gets pulled up and into a hug.

"I'll do whatever I can to protect you doll"

"we are practically kids Bucky. What are we gonna do? Run away"

"we could but that would damage your dad's rep. How about we stick close to each other, I'll allow that kid you were talking to but no one else unless I deem okay. Once we finish the last 2 years we move out amd into a house of our own"

"Bucky we just met. You are crazy"

"yet I have this urge to protect you and do whatever it takes to make you happy"

"you are so bad for me"

"at least your life would be less boring"

Tony laughs at that and yelps as he gets pulled into a kiss. Bucky laughs at how red Tony has gotten an drags him down the hill.

"I know this great burger joint with amazing ice cream"

"is this a date Mr?"

"Barnes. Bucky Barnes"

They laugh amd joke around as they make it to Bucky's motorbike and head out of the school not realizing some ome had been watching them all along

[rorykillmore]

so i have an extraordinary number of friends with march/april birthdays, and now that it’s technically the 26th, it’s @tailsthesales!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIZ!!! they asked me to write a little leon/laura thing for our panfandom site soooo i gave it a shot! luv that alliteration they have goin’ on,

but first, to get mushy for a second... giz, i know you deal with a lot. you’re not one to complain very much or put it on other people but.... i know you do and i also know that you work so hard to stay strong and positive and kind for your friends and i love that SO MUCH about you. thank you so so much especially for everything you’ve helped me with staff-wise on denny lately and just, in general, for making my life a little brighter and better. i hope you have a wonderful birthday because you deserve the WORLD <3 <3 <3

anyway now enjoy leon and laura laughing alone with salad(tm) at the gala event 

What is it with her and nice guys?

Okay, not ‘nice’ -- genuine, kind, decent fucking human beings. They make Laura feel so empty in comparison.

In life, Laura had never considered herself a self-conscious person.

In death, she’s sheer, walking defiance. Mad Sweeney cracks his seventieth dead wife joke, and she doesn’t give a fuck. Random passersby stare to her pale, discolored face half-masked by the usual giant pair of sunglasses she wears, and she doesn’t give a fuck.

As a rule: she generally does not give a fuck. It’s one of the best things about being dead.

It’s one of the things she doesn’t miss feeling.

But there’s something about getting glammed up to go to a high-end political gala that’ll smack the self-consciousness right back into a gal.

No amount of washing, it turns out, will give her hair back the natural sheen and bounce it had when she was alive, and no amount of make-up is going to convincingly return the glow to her skin. Laura guesses she was pretty, once. It had never been very high on her list of concerns, mostly because Shadow would have looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world even on a terrible day.

Tonight, she’s just trying for presentable. But Leon beams at her when she actually shows up anyway, kind of like Shadow might have, and she’s not sure if it makes her feel better or worse.

“Hey,” she says when she’s close enough to greet him, feeling a bit silly as she wonders if that was somehow too informal.

“Hey, Laura,” Leon returns amicably. “You look great.”

Laura raises her eyebrows at him, in a ‘come on, you can say it’ kind of way, but as per usual, Leon seems nothing if not sincere. She decides not to ruin his mood by griping, even if she can’t understand how someone who’s been through everything he has can look at a dead woman and feel anything but uneasy at best.  “Thanks. You too.”

It’s not a lie on her part: Leon cleans up nice. It’s a little jarring to see him in something other than casual attire, but his clean, pressed black suit makes him look a little less weighed down, somehow.

Or maybe it’s just the vibe of this place. Laura can already tell from out here that the gala is thrumming with a kind of excitable energy that even she can kind of feel. She guesses most rifters haven’t had anything quite like this to look forward to in a long time.

“Shall we?” she asks Leon, only a little sardonically.  He offers her his arm and she rolls his eyes and takes it carefully, quietly grateful that it’s not skin to skin contact.

“You’re taller in heels.” Leon notes, catching Laura off guard by teasing her.

“Shut up.”

The banter settles her nerves a little, and they head inside. Everything’s a little too bright, or at least it feels that way to Laura, fresh out of the night and down her usual pair of shades. Maybe ‘zombie’ has been missing the mark, this whole time. Maybe she should’ve been making vampire jokes this whole time. 

“You okay?” Leon asks her, and Laura tries not to feel taken aback at how quickly he notices her discomfort.

“My eyes are a little sensitive, that’s all. You know I don’t even really see in color anymore?”

“That’s probably lucky, in this particular situation.” In mild amusement, Leon watches some kid strut past, and even Laura can tell that his suit’s the gaudiest fucking thing she’s ever seen.

Wait --

“Let’s go this way,” she says suddenly to Leon, tugging his arm perhaps a little harder than she meant to and unbalancing him as she jerks them both out of the Technical Boy’s eye line.

“Hey --” It takes Leon a moment to find his footing. He glances over his shoulder. “Who was that?”

“No one important,” Laura says, knowing it’s technically a lie but also that it isn’t, because that particular God is not particularly important to her. “Just one of those awkward ‘I don’t want to run into anyone I know’ situations.”

“Why was he dressed like that?”

“I ask myself that question every time I see him.”

Leon chuckles, and Laura manages to smile a little despite her slightly frazzled state. “What about you?” she continues.  “As an... official member of the MLD, you’re probably expected to do some socializing, or something. Right?”

Leon glances at her, slightly pained. 

“Shitty co-workers?” Laura prompts, and is a little pleased to hear him laugh again.

“I just don’t know them that well,” he tells her gingerly. “Except for the chief -- Felix? He’s actually pretty decent.”

“Surprising, for a police chief.”  Idly, Laura scans the room as if she thinks she might be able to pick Felix out on sight, even though she’s never met him before. “Well... if you don’t want to introduce me, what do you want to do?”

He looks pensive for a second.  “We could get some drinks?” Then he nearly stammers over his own words, giving her an apologetic double-take.  “-- Sorry. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Laura needles him, though it’s entirely playful. Somehow, some of her earlier self-consciousness has ebbed away without her noticing. “It’s fine, Leon. I don’t care if you wanna get a drink -- you’ll probably need it.”

But Leon is shaking his head, and his expression is different now in a way that Laura can’t quite read.  “...Or... we could dance?”

Laura stares at him, deadpan.

“Is that a no?” Leon asks, smiling easily, and Laura knows that if she did say no he wouldn’t push her. But that doesn’t make her feel any less like she’s starting to put a damper on his night. 

“No. I mean, yes. I mean --”  She huffs a little, or at least goes through the motions, since she doesn’t technically breathe anymore.  “Nevermind. What kind of asshole comes to a thing like this and says they don’t want to dance? Let’s go.”  

She leaves his side to stalk out onto the dance floor, praying that whatever universal karma is almost definitely working against her at this point doesn’t prompt the DJ to start playing Thriller, or something. Leon follows a little more slowly, and looking back at him, Laura suddenly wonders if he hadn’t expected her to say yes. The slight uncertainty in his posture makes her feel a little better about her own nerves, at least. She doesn’t think she’s done this since her’s and Shadow’s wedding, and even then, she wasn’t stellar at it.

“So...” Leon begins as they come to a standstill.  Laura can’t bear the thought of them awkwardly sizing each other up any longer, so she reaches up to put her hand on his shoulder, and uses her other to take one of his. She knows she must be cold to the touch, as she always is, but to Leon’s credit he doesn’t flinch. 

“You lead,” she tells him. “‘Cause I will definitely fuck us up.”

Leon carefully settles his other hand on her waist, and Laura only thinks about the fact that there won’t be any pulse for him to feel for a second. She’s more preoccupied with trying to remember how to slow dance without looking like an idiot.

Not that anyone said that this was supposed to be romantic, but it’s so entirely the opposite as they both try to find their footing that she kind of wants to laugh. Which, in a weird sort of way, makes her feel a little better. Soon, they settle into an easy, swaying rhythm with the music, and -- sure, maybe it’s not the total, cheesy, embarrassing nightmare she might have imagined it as.

It’s almost kind of nice. And because she can’t let herself have nice things for too long, Laura starts to circle back around to feeling guilty again.

What is it with her and nice guys?

Okay, not ‘nice’ -- genuine, kind, decent fucking human beings. They make Laura feel so empty in comparison.

But then again, pretending that Leon isn’t capable of being a reasonably aware judge of character after all he’s been through is probably doing a disservice to her. And telling herself that nothing has changed - that nothing will ever change - since she was alive won’t get her anywhere.  

And Laura’s not sure where it is she wants to be... but she doesn’t want to be standing still.

Neither does Leon, she thinks. That’s why he’s always pushing forward, why he’s already secured his position in the MLD, why he still wants to help people even though Laura knows he’s probably met too many people who were beyond helping to count.

It’s not like Laura wants to be his charity case, or anything, but she’s not so sure she likes the idea of being beyond help either. So maybe they can help each other.

If only for tonight. If only a little, in passing moments like this one.

[digital-dragoon]

ily giz!

thank you so much

Even though it felt discomforting (he’d been here for too long already), Tails still was pleased with the construction of his workshop so far. 

A lot of the old designs from back in Mystic Ruins remained - a close memory of the original - to better grant him that feeling of coming back home each evening. Having that extra helping hand in Helper and the few construction automatons he’d managed to successfully get up and running made the job much easier for him himself. 

But, returning to it now - the cold hollow sensation of the rift ruffling through his fur - it wasn’t merely the sensation of the sweeping wind that hit him, but a feeling that he wasn’t alone.

“Who’s there?” he said, readying his stance in preparation for any attack that may suddenly come his way.

And he stepped out from the gloom, crimson eyes boring into him. “So,” Shadow drawled, “you are here too.”

“Shadow?” Tails gasped, lowering his clenched hands to outright stare at him. “When did you - Are you here alone?”

“Obviously.” 

“But…” Tails ears flicked back, caught between doubt and a faint, warm hope. “Why are you here?”

Shadow cast him a sharp look. “Everyone here are nuisances when it comes to asking questions, I see.” He turned away from him, eyeing Tail’s workshop. “… I was merely travelling through.”

Biting his lower lip, Tails stepped a little closer. He didn’t trust this guy, in the least, but… “Have you seen… anyone else from our world here, apart from me?”

“No. You’re the first.”

“Oh…” And his ears flattened. Out of anyone, and it was Shadow. Someone he didn’t know much about, and who had also, been in the middle of helping Eggman take over the world. Although… 

“Don’t… try anything here, okay?” He straightened, trying to look every bit as confident as Sonic always was. “I will stop you, if you do.”

Shadow snorted. “Just try it, orange fox. I am the Ultimate Life Form and take orders from no one, especially from the likes of you.”

In a matter of a second, Tails hackles raised and - before he even knew what was happening - he was rushing towards him, lashing out with a swift sweep of his namesakes.

But Shadow wasn’t there. 

Instead, he now stood atop his unfinished workshop’s roof, looking down at him with the faintest hint of distaste. “I have no time for this. You’re not even worth my time fighting.”

“Why did it have to be you!?” Tails snapped up at him. “Why couldn’t it have been…” 

Shadow looked away - and vanished in a flash of red light.

Leaving Tails staring at where he once was, brushing tears roughly away from his cheeks with a sniffle.

It wasn’t Shadow’s fault… 

And yet he’d hurt him. 

Helper rushed over, placing one metal hand against his back. “I’m… okay,” he managed, smiling weakly at him. “I just… I shouldn’t have said that to him. I don’t… know where all of that came from.”

But he did. 

And it made him feel all the worse.

[so-writing]

Digital Get Down - Valter Skarsgard

Terrible title, ridiculously good NSYNC song. 

I’m feeling a little weird about posting this because it’s totally possible he’ll see it, but fuck it, we’re all anonymous here! 

This is the first request for another brother and I didn’t plan to write multiple parts but it really got away from me. Not sure how I feel about it so far, you guys be the judge. 

-

“Someone made you famous, Paige.”

“What?”

I looked up from my book and over at my roommate sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. 

“That thing you tweeted this morning about having the weekend off work had one other like when I first saw it, it now has 307.”

“Excuse me? I don’t even have 307 followers. Show me.”

Closing my book, I hopped off the chair and joined her on the couch. The tweet had 307 likes and 8 retweets. I had gained a few new followers as well. 

“You went a little viral, can I come when you move out to LA and start selling skinny tea on Instagram?” 

Several hours and six or seven shots of vodka later, I was laying in bed after a night out with friends. Randomly remembering the tweet, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and opened the Twitter app. 

Who had interacted with my tweet that it got that much attention? I normally got little to no action on Twitter, so this was different. 

A lot of the likes were just random people, there were a few verified checks but most of them were joke accounts. Nothing really stuck out. 

Valter Skarsgård liked your Tweet

Except that.

Throwing the blankets from my body, I stumbled out of bed and clumsily ran to wake my roommate. 

“Anna!” I pounded my fists on the door, “Anna it was fuckin a Skarsgard!” 

“Jesus Paige, you are drunk,” she shouted through the door, “go to bed!” 

Ignoring her, I started jiggling the knob until she grew irritated enough to open the door to tell me to fuck off.

“Wait!” I put my hand up before she could say anything and shoved my phone at her. “Look at this! Look at this!”

“Well damn, he retweeted it too, that’s probably where all the likes came from. He has a decent sized following. I wonder how he found it in the first place?” 

“You should send him a message.”

“I think the fuck not. He’d probably ignore it, I’m sure he gets a ton of messages from random girls.” 

“No, you should definitely send him a message because he followed you too. You have your Instagram posted on Twitter right? I’m checking that too.” 

We had moved into her room and were sitting on her bed. I panicked as she combed through my social media. 

I had been following Valter on both Instagram and Twitter for over a year. I watched his streams when I could but never commented in his chat. I liked his tweets and photos on Instagram but never attempted to interact with him. 

He’s a Swedish celebrity and I’m a random girl that lives on the other side of the world. I always assumed we’d never have any contact, just like all of the other famous people I follow on social media. 

“You have a new follow request. You should decide whether you want to accept or not.” 

The devious look on her face made me tense as I looked to see who the request was from. 

When I saw, I instantly hit confirm.

“Fuck, maybe I should send him a message.” 

“I mean, I’ll be pissed if you don’t. Don’t do it tonight though, you’re still drunk and will send something stupid. Wait until tomorrow morning.”

Sleep came easily and to my surprise, I didn’t wake up feeling as hungover as expected. I went about my usual morning routine and cleaned up the apartment a little bit, purposely avoiding all social media for fear of… I’m not sure what exactly. 

It was still very much a surprise that Valter Skarsgard knew I even existed. 

Anna had left for work, which meant I would have to find the courage to actually send the message that I would probably write and then erase at least ten times. She was right though, if I didn’t at least try to contact him, I’d be regretting it later. 

“Here we go, you think I can do this Giz?” 

Gizmo, my cat, rubbed against my legs and meowed loudly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Upon opening the instagram app, I saw a notification for a message. I thought nothing of it, Anna and I were always sending stuff to each other through direct messaging. 

The message was not from Anna.

“Funny tweet. Cute cat.” 

Holy shit. Valter had messaged me first and he had looked at my photos, because instagram was the only place Gizmo was posted. 

“Thanks. Yours are cute too. I’ve seen them on your stream a few times.” 

His reply was instant.

“You watch my streams? I hope you enjoy them.” 

“I do, you’re very entertaining.”

“Thanks, I’d hope so, it is how I make my money after all.” 

I wasn’t sure how to continue the conversation. If I started asking him about acting, he might get the wrong idea. I decided to go with what I had been thinking since last night.

“So, not to be rude or anything, but I’m curious… Why did you reach out to me?” 

Usually when you start a sentence with ‘not to be rude’ you’re about to be rude as fuck and I had forgotten that until a second after I sent the message. 

This time, his response wasn’t as quick. Seven minutes passed and I started to get nervous that I’d ruined it and he’d never get back to me. 

Refusing to let myself get worked up over something so stupid and small, I didn’t even fucking know the guy, I put my phone in my purse and decided to grab some lunch.

The taco place I wanted to get food from was a short walk away and I forced myself to only think of what kind of tacos I was going to order. 

It was once I had already placed, received and was seated a in a small corner booth with the tacos in front of me that my hands began to sweat. I needed to check my phone. He might have just been busy and unable to get to his phone.

“I stumbled across your Twitter and liked what you were posting. I’m not really sure, I just felt social I guess. I can fuck off if you want?” 

“No, I don’t want that at all. It was just completely unexpected. I’m glad you did though.”

“Weirdly, me too. I never do this kind of thing. Do you mind if we talk in a different way, though? I get so many bullshit messages that I lose track of actual conversations on here.”

We talked through iMessage for the rest of the day about mostly surface level stuff. He’d given me an email instead of a phone number, insisting that he was sure I didn’t have bad intentions but he still had to look out for himself.

Anna and I were sitting in the living room watching TV while I texted with Valter. 

“You’ve really been talking to baby Skarsgard all day? This isn’t some kind of alternate universe?”

“I cannot confirm or deny anything, but as far as I know, I’m pretty sure all of this actually happened.”

“You know he reached out because he thinks you’re hot, right?” 

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Paige, really?! Your location is on both your instagram and Twitter. He didn’t message a random girl halfway around the world because he liked her tweets and thought she had a sparkling personality.”

“He’s famous in his country! I think he’d have no trouble finding a hookup on his side of the Atlantic.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t like what you posted, I’m sure he did. I’m saying that he looked at your profile picture and probably thought you were attractive so he requested you on instagram and confirmed his thought that you were attractive so he messaged you. I’m also not saying he’s trying to hook up with you or anything, but I am saying that he messaged you because you’re hot. Ask him.” 

“I’m not doing that.”

“I will then.” 

Anna lunged across the couch and snatched my phone before I could react. 

“Anna please don’t!” 

She was quick and made it to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, before I could catch her. 

“Seriously, please don’t, I don’t want to him to stop talking to me.”

“Why do you care so much? You said yourself the conversation has been pretty basic and that it would probably just drop off in a day or two.” 

I didn’t have a good response. I didn’t want him to stop talking to me because I liked the attention but ultimately it wouldn’t matter because we would eventually, probably sooner than later, lose touch.

“Fine, I don’t care. Ask him whatever you want.” 

Giving up, I went back into the living room, dropped onto the couch and waited for her to return from embarrassing me.

Several minutes passed. I muted the TV and listened to what should have been silence. Anna was in the bathroom still, but she was talking to someone.

The door opened a moment later and she held my phone above her. 

“Ok, I’m going to sit down with Paige and you tell me what you think.” 

A shiver ran down my spine and my eyes went wide when she sat and I finally saw the screen. 

If it hadn’t been clear to me before, it was now. I was looking at FaceTime between Anna, myself and Valter Skarsgard. 

“So what do you think? Is Paige pretty?” 

He must have been sitting at his computer, because the background of the chat was what you saw when you watched his livestream.

He ran the hand that wasn’t holding the phone through his blonde hair and then across his face, a smile visible on his lips.

“Yeah, she’s pretty.” 

[wireslide]

As far as our conure, Gizmo, is concerned, my bagels are just giant cheerios that I’ve ruined with the addition of blueberries. He was upset I didn’t share them right up until I let him try a teeny bit, which he the proceeded to throw (the dog ate it immediately) and mock me while I finished eating. I get it, Giz. You hate blueberries. Sorry, but foods their kids dislike is how moms everywhere get to eat reasonably in peace.

[letristaexausta]

15.09.2017 // starting over, and a quite obvious what’s in my pencil case?

post em português no final, em negrito e itálico

So, as you can see, I’ve been quite unactive for the last 9 months. I retreated from studyblr (and tumblr in general) for a lot of reasons, and I’ll try to explain it later. 

First of all, I simply did not have the time or what to post about. Enem (a huge test for high schoolers) was coming up and I had lots of work to do in addition to that, because high school was ending as well. (spoiler: you will not miss it in the slightest.) I graduated and all, was approved in an university, and then, because of occupations and professors’ strikes, my classes did not start until may 2017. Then I had nothing to put in a studyblr.

The most important reason, I guess, is that studyblr was really depressing for me. I don’t know, maybe it was seeing all those rich girls buying muji everything and having expensive stuff and taking pretty pictures, and I thought that I would never be so cool as them - quite ironic in a place where the goal is to get everyone motivated. The same thing happened in a larger scale when i joined the lettering community. So I just logged off. 

But then why come back? Because, although my first semester in college is already over, I thought “I have pretty cool stuff to share”. I also thought I could give really useful tips about studyblr in a budget for brazilian blogs, something I always saw from the US perspective and did not apply to me at all. So, brazilian folks, I’m here for you! (Maybe not with study tips because I am myself trying to do it.)

Então, dá pra ver que eu sumi nos últimos 9 meses. Eu sumi do studyblr (e do tumblr em geral) por vários motivos, e vou tentar explicar.

Primeiramente  [fora temer] eu simplesmente não tinha tempo ou o que postar. O Enem tava chegando e eu tinha um monte de coisa pra fazer junto porque o ensino médio tava acabando (spoiler: você não vai sentir falta). Eu me formei, passei numa universidade, e aí, por causa das ocupas e greves, minhas aulas não começaram até maio de 2017. E aí eu não tinha nada pra colocar num studyblr. 

E acho que o maior motivo foi que o studyblr tava ficando muito deprimente pra mim. Sei lá, deve ser todas essas meninas ricas comprando um monte de coisa da muji e tendo coisas caras e tirando fotos bonitas e eu pensei que nunca ia ser legal igual elas - meio irônico num lugar onde o objetivo é supostamente deixar todo mundo motivado. A mesma coisa aconteceu numa escala maior quando eu comecei a fazer lettering. Então eu só desloguei. 

“Então por que voltar?” Porque, apesar de o meu primeiro período já ter terminado, eu pensei que tinha umas paradas bem legais pra mostrar. Também acho que eu podia dar boas dicas sobre studyblr quando se é poor and brazilian, algo que eu só vi da perspectiva estadunidense e que não funcionava pra mim. Então, pessoas Brasil, tô aqui! (Mas não pra dicas de estudo.)

I thought the first part in the affordable study guide would be a what’s in my pencil case - because all the stuff for a backpack one isn’t here and i like what’s in my pencil case right now. So let’s go:

Eu escolhi fazer primeiro um what’s in my pencil case porque não tem tudo da minha mochila aqui e eu gosto das coisas que tem na minha bolsinha. Então vamo:

The case - I bought this one for less than ten reais, and that’s why the pictures are all upside down. It is really great despite being so cheap, I had it for almost three years and the insides are barely damaged. I got the keychain when I bought my glasses, two years and a half ago. 

A bolsinha - eu comprei por menos de 10 reais e por isso os desenhos são de cabeça pra baixo. Apesar de ser barata é bem bpa, tem quase três anos que eu tenho e ela mal começou a estragar por dentro. Eu ganhei o chaveiro quando comprei meus óculos, tem dois anos e meio. 

The non-pen stuff 

- two scissors, because it’s useful and because the bigger one is also for household stuff like opening milk cartons. I use then for quite everything.

- one stapler, because my mom bought one for me when I moved out. It’s really tiny and works really well and I don’t know how much she spent on it. I staple summaries and stuff like tickets to my bullet journal and also school papers. 

- one little box, for paperclips and little stickers and stuff I can use in my bullet journal or notebooks and cannot be left on the open of my pencil case. My post-it flags are there too (and yup, that’s an aro pride flag on the top.)

- one flash drive, because you really need it. Mainly for printing stuff at the university, 

- one pencil sharpener, which i got for less than um real at the market. It doesn’t hold the dirt, but you can always erase your pencil into the trash can (or into the pencil case if you’re filthy like me.)

- one crayon, because they’re so much better at highlighting than actual highlighters. It doesn’t bleed into the page, for starters, I thought about getting a full box of them, but then realised it was expensive and I didn’t need it.

- one eraser, that i found in the ground. 

Tudo que não é caneta:

- duas tesouras, porque eu sou prevenida e porque a segunda eu uso pra outras coisas, tipo abrir caixa de leite. Eu uso pra quase tudo.

- um grampeador, que a minha mãe comprou pra mim quando eu me mudei. É minúsculo e funciona muito bem, mas eu não sei quando custou. Eu grampeio resumos e coisas tipo ingressos de cinema no meu bullet journal e trabalhos também. 

- uma caixinha, pra clipes e adesivinhos e coisas que dá pra usar no meu bullet journal e no caderno e que não dá pra deixar largado na bolsinha. Meus marcadores de página tão aí também (e sim, é uma bandeira do orgulho arromântico em cima.)

- um pen drive, porque você vai precisar. Principalmente pra imprimir coisas na xerox. 

- um apontador, que eu comprei por tipo um real no mercado. Não tem caixinha, mas sempre dá pra apontar no lixo (ou dentro da bolsinha se você for nojent feito eu)

- um giz de cera, porque é um marca texto melhor que um marca texto. Pra começar, não vaza no papel. Eu ia comprar uma caixa com mais cores, até ver que era caro e eu não precisava.

- uma borracha, que eu achei no chão.

The pen stuff:

- one double-ended permanent marker, which I love and paid just six reais for. It is from Pilot, in black, and while the upside part is like a regular sharpie, the down one is a fineliner. I use it mostly in my bullet journal and for lettering. (I will make a bullet journal post too, one day.)

- one blue-ink pen, from a Bic set with four. I usually use Compactor blue pens, but mine were so bad, so I got this one from my sister’s stuff.

- one black pen and one red pen, from the same set from Faber-Castell. 

- green, light  blue, purple and dark pink pens from a Bic set with four. I had those for about two years, and they’re far from ending - and I use them regularly. These are used for note taking and bullet journaling. 

- orange pen from Faber-Castell. Bought along with the Bic pens, and isn’t ending yet. 

- light pink pen from Compactor - what I think is a “girly” set of pens - I wouldn’t know because I found it in the ground. It is really great but doesn’t appear in pictures. 

- pink pen from Compactor, also found in the ground, really great.

- pencil from Staedler, which I had for one year and is really good because it has a rubbery grip. The lead doesn’t break easily, too.

- pen white-out, from Faber-Castell, also found in the ground and I had it for about two years now. Lasts longer than liquid white-out, and I don’t use it much anymore (I became fond of scribbling words out.)

Tudo que é caneta:

- uma caneta de duas pontas, da Pilot que eu amo demais e só custou seis reais. Ela é preta e a ponta maior é um marcador permanente e a menor é uma caneta de ponta fina. Eu uso pra bullet journal e lettering.

- uma caneta azul de um kit com quatro da Bic. Eu costumo usar canetas azuis da Compactor, mas as minhas estavam bem ruins então roubei essa da minha irmã. 

- canetas preta e vermelha do mesmo kit com 3 da Faber-Castell. 

- canetas verde, azul clara, roxa e rosa escura do mesmo kit com 4 da Bic. Eu comprei elas tem dois anos e elas estão longe de acabar, e isso porque eu uso regularmente. Uso pra anotações e no bullet journal. 

- caneta laranja da Faber-Castell. Comprei junto com as da Bic e não acabou ainda. 

- caneta rosa clara da Compactor, eu acho que de um kit de canetas “femininas” - não tem como eu saber porque achei no chão. Ela é muito boa mas quase não aparece em fotos. 

- caneta rosa da Compactor, também achei no chão, muito boa. 

- lápis da Staedler, que eu tenho há um ano e é muito bom porque é emborrachado.  A ponta também não quebra fácil. 

- corretivo de caneta da Faber-Castell, também achei no chão. Eu tenho ele tem dois anos e corretivo líquido não costuma durar esse tempo todo. Eu não uso mais tanto assim porque virei daquelas que rabisca palavras erradas.

So, that’s it, Hope you liked it despite the ugly pictures taken at night with my phone camera. 

Então, é isso. Espero que tenham gostado apesar das fotos feias tiradas à noite com a câmera do celular.

[rorykillmore]

do you have any potential characters you've been considering apping recently?

right now i’m pretty pumped to get like, cordelia and susie settled in and get them some longer standing plots and dynamics, so i haven’t been thinking of picking up anyone new in an IMMEDIATE fashion but!!

one... yolo at least, that i’ll probably get to eventually, is sadie from rdr 2. because i love her, and i think that even trying to slip into her voice could be fun. this has to wait ‘til i play through the rest of the campaign which might.... take awhile... but yeah eventually i would really like to!! and if you’re considering trying out someone from the game too i’m all the more encouraged

i honestly also kind of considered dutch because dutch is. one of my longstanding favorites in the franchise, period, but i dunno if i’m as likely to try him as sadie. god, it would be fucking sad to have dutch on denny, too. any rdr character to some extent would be sad to just throw into modern times since the games are so built on the foundation of like... the west dying and civilization picking off the lifestyle of the characters, but. especially dutch.

dutch just goes to the southwest and NEVER comes out again,

and then another character i’m considering at least as a yolo is bianca from spyro: year of the dragon! basically she’s an apprentice sorceress who initially was working for the game’s Big Bad until she realized said big bad was planning on. killing a bunch of baby dragons for their magic and switched sides out of moral obligation, as one does. i don’t know if i’d play her longterm but... ? it just feels like it’d be a cool thing to try her in honor of the remaster, because she was always my favorite character as a kid! and we have spyro on the board, obviously, and i love to do canonmate interactions. so i would time this whenever giz was available, but

i’ve also been idly considering picking up alana bloom from hannibal again! cause i had a recent renewed surge of love for her. alana is a psychiatrist who was at one point a student of hannibal’s, and very close to him but totally oblivious to, well, him being a cannibal and serial killer. when she does finally find out, things... don’t go well (namely for her) and she becomes a really hardened, angry, traumatized version of her former self and i haven’t decided yet what canonpoint i’d take her from if i even do pick her up again (i’d have to rewatch hannibal, a Daunting task) but... i love her so much. she was kind of the Canon Bi character who was really really important to me before i discovered sara lance,

honestly the new news about fantastic beasts almost made me enraged enough to want to try queenie again. i love queenie, she was my favorite character from the first movie and one of my favorite hp characters over all, so jk rowling ruin her kind of makes me like. enraged to want to take her back. but at the same time that means delving into fantastic beasts stuff again and... ehhh

yet another magical character who’s been on my mind a lot lately is morgana from bbc berlin, who is another old fave of mine and who i have rped multiple times. honestly at this point i think it’s safe to say i usually pick her up once every few years but i just, haven’t had the motivation to rewatch lately, even though things keep reminding me of her lately

okay and then finally.... i’ve lowkey been rereading animorphs and seriously considering picking up someone from that, but this is another one that’s probably a long way off because i have a lot to juggle rn. my go-to is rachel, i’ve rped her before and she’s my favorite, the character i know the best. i’ll probably either go with her or... ax, if i want to actually try someone i’ve never written before