#I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS

[hugs4wriothesley]

Random headcanon I thought of at 12:30am at night while trying to sleep

So Wanderer/Scaramouche was never the type to be very affectionate or vulnerable. Of course he still would occasionally express how much he loved you and valued you in his life, but things like that were rare considering how un-expressive he was when it came to so called “Lovey-dovey” feelings.

Now, most nights you and Scaramouche shared a bed. However whenever you would initiate cuddles, you would most likely get turned down. He preferred to sleep facing away from you. Seems kind of cold doesn’t it?

However, sometime during the middle of the night he would subconsciously turn to you and wrap one of his arms around in in a somewhat cuddling way and whisper in his sleep how you’re warm and how he feels comfortable being by your side. He is in these moments probably one of the most vulnerable.

If you were to turn around to face him, you would see a look of calmness and contentment on his face. He’s truly grateful for your presence even if he doesn’t acknowledge this much when he’s awake. Rub his hand and he might start saying other sweet things to you that express his gratitude.

Bring this up to him in the morning however and he will be in complete denial that he would ever do such a thing… despite the small pink blush on his cheeks telling a different story.

[tgirlpuppycity]

going to someone's place for dinner and a movie and they unexpectedly treat you like a dog the whole time. calling you a good puppy and petting you, cooing and giggling. you feel humiliated that this is all they think of you, and you keep looking away or covering your face all while mumbling weak retaliations every time they say something to you. your tail has already given away that you love what they are doing, although you didn't realize until they pointed it out while giggling.

you hide your face but they move your hands away. they smile and ask you to bark for them. you're already whining and whimpering, so you let out a small bark. they give you endless praises while you feel yourself sinking into puppyspace as you bark some more for them. the night continues as you both watch a movie as you lay your head in their lap while they pet you.

[cyanide-capsules]

Alex Keller was a very open man, or at least that's how he came off.

He was friendly, wide-eyed, the kind of guy you feel like you've known all your life. He seemed to naturally click with everyone he spoke with, including the 141.

Simon Riley was the opposite of him, he was a skeptic. Closed off, suspicious of those he didn't know. This was no different with Alex than anyone else, but there was something about the bright eyed American that made Simon's brain tick.

He didn't know exactly why he felt more on edge around Alex than other new people he met, and he wouldn't understand why until he overheard a conversation between Alex and Gaz.

"Alex man, can you keep a secret?"

Alex laughed. "Do you even know when my birthday is?"

Gaz laughed along, but something seemed to click with Simon.

He knew.. Nothing about Alex.

His middle name, his birthday, where he grew up, his favorite colour, nothing.

That's why he had been so off-put by him, the man was a complete mystery. A mystery that nobody even considered solving because Alex just naturally came off as an open book.

He didn't know what to think from then on, he tried to dig up what he could on Alex but knew he wouldn't find much without the assistance of Laswell.

He spent weeks avoiding the American, narrowing his eyes at him when he was in his vicinity, completely unaware that the two of them shared such similarities.

Two enigmas, one much more obvious than the other.

It wasn't until some random Wednesday night, nobody awake but the stars. Simon stumbled upon Alex just outside the bases front door, a lit cigarette nursed between his fingers.

He wanted to ignore him, go back to bed, but he found himself stepping outside with the other.

Alex acknowledged him with a smile and a nod, but didn't speak. Simon stared at him, not bothering to hide the fact that he was searching for answers in the other man's warm gaze.

There was a thick silence between them, it wasn't uncomfortable but, it was far from comfortable at the same time.

Alex broke it first.

"I take you're not a fan of me?"

He chuckled dryly, humorlessly. An observation Simon couldn't say he expected. His eyes didn't leave the American, watching closely as he took a drag off the cigarette. He didn't know Alex smoked but, then again, what did he know about Alex?

That's the entire reason he was here.

"Don't trust what I don't know."

Simon finally replied, though by now it was more of a statement on its own than an actual response to his comment.

Alex shrugged, he didn't seem at all bothered by Simon's reply. Silence spread between them once more, Simon didn't like Alex's lack of response.

"You're ex-CIA, that's all anyone knows about you. Nobody knows anything about you, but they trust you."

Simon continued, he wanted answers, he wanted a reason to trust the other man. Alex was quiet, tapping the ash from his cigarette before he replied.

"What was that saying? Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?"

In any other moment, Simon would have been offended by the comparison. But, Alex was right.

They were, almost scarily similar in every aspect but their personalities.

Silence again. It was more welcome this time around. Simon always appreciated the quiet when he needed to think.

The silence didn't last too long this time, Alex spoke up again.

"Humor me, do you ever forget that you're a person and not just a soldier?"

That question alone haunted him for days, Simon now felt uncomfortably aware of Alex.

The way the americans grin always seemed to falter ever so slightly when he held it, how his gaze would fog over at the scent of smoke or when it got too quiet, how his prosthetic always seemed to be moving in some way or another.

He was aware now, aware of the similarities they shared.

Aware of how, just like him, Alex was a soldier before he was a man.

[woosansang]

hi friends

sorry I disappeared without saying much of anything. nothing really happened for those who were worried, I just got busy with work and personal life. things are mostly good rn but I just can't see myself having time for giffing or tumblr for a little bit as work continues to get even crazier (im a year 12 teacher and it's the end of semester aka exam and major assessment season). as has been with the last 2 cbs, idk if I'll be around during promos to gif and rb all of your creations, but I do hope to get back into giffing and seeing what all my beloveds have made once I get a break from work next month. I can't promise I'll rb everything that's been building up in my tag, but I'll do my best to engage with those who have made tumblr such a wonderful place for me these past few years.

idk what the point of this is. ig I'm just trying to explain where I've been and where i will be for the next little while and assure anyone who was worried that things are okay. I will remain on semi hiatus for the time being and tbh I think it'll stay that way for the foreseeable future.

thank you to those who sent me asks and messages for my birthday a few weeks ago and I am so sorry I disappeared at the worst time once again. your wishes did not go unseen or unloved.

see yall around 💜

[lokilysolbitch]

witchposting. my witchcraft learning method for new subjects/topics is: less than barebones research, poke my foot at it, read approximately one (1) book, play around with the topic in practice until i start having personal views about it, and at some point read more books for extra tips, to compare experiences, etc. i will explain the details of these steps in a minute

i need to have hands on experience for things to make sense or to help me learn meaningfully and i think a lot of people work this way. reading a bunch of books before you get hands on experience is (USUALLY) not very helpful. the words on a page won't have much meaning to you until you've seen the topic with your eyes and held it in your hands. it's better to have met a dog before trying to learn dog's body language from a book. you end up memorizing instead of learning

anyways. my steps:

i'm going to use poetry as an example and i'm gonna pretend this is my first time learning what a poem is. let's say i saw a youtube comment saying that they read a good poem that made them feel something. i saw this new word for the first time and figure i want to try making one.

less than barebones research:

i go on google, tumblr, tiktok, etc and search things like "poem" "what is a poem" "poetry". maybe even a baby book on poetry made with those thick cardboard pages. this is not any sort of in depth research. this is my first time hearing of a poem. i just need to know the very very basic idea of what a poem could be, how people view poems, things like that. in life this step would be equal to just hearing a phrase thrown around in general but of course with witchcraft, most people are not going to be talking about these things out at the family dinner or your friends birthday party. so this information is not meant to be gospel. it's just to expose yourself to the concept.

poke my foot at it:

this is where i make a half assed attempt or even just consider the concept of making a poem. do i think it sounds interesting? what would i write about if i made one? do rhyming and rhythm seem difficult? maybe i might write a line or two and see how it felt or if any part of it was easier or harder or more vague than i expected.

at this point you're coming up with questions and things you're curious about. so when you formally learn about more, you will naturally pick up on information that is useful to you. it makes formal learning more interesting because you have specific goals on what you want to get out of it. it's like how game tutorials are overwhelming and confusing at first, but once you play a little and realize what prizes you want out of the game, you'll care more when you're showed how to get them.

read approximately one (1) book:

the book number is optional of course but usually my little ADHD brain taps out after one book and won't read on that topic again for months, so i stick to one. i look around to find what book will have a good amount of information without being pretentious and hard to read, or too flowery to the point most of the words are meaningless. i only have one change for the next few months to finish a book so i try to find a good one.

play around with the topic in practice until i start having personal views about it:

at this point i have a good amount of general knowledge on poetry. maybe i don't know the big fancy stuff but i know about literary devices and tips of writers block and such. i have probably heard of a few specific types of poetry that seemed interesting that i could poke my foot at later.

at this point i just start writing. i try a poem writing technique i learned from the book. i try to make up my own. i write good poems on purpose or on accident. i wrote bad poems on purpose or on accident. i basically am sticking my hands in it and messing around and trying things to see how they feel. after a while i start to learn what i like, what i think is still confusing, what i think the book may have been wrong or biased on. i'm gaining personal experience and from that my own opinions that i may change later. i have experienced enough that i can discuss it without just repeating what i heard in books and i'm probably seeking out other peoples opinions to see if i could learn something from them. this is where the most useful learning comes from. maybe the book said to brainstorm one way but i learned that it didn't work with my autism or adhd or ocd or something. maybe through experience i learned a new way to brainstorm and want to challenge the idea that there's only one way to.

at some point read more books for extra tips, to compare experiences, etc:

eventually i get back to reading. i can either read on nicher poetry topics and start this whole process again. or i read more basic/general books to remind me of tips i may have forgotten about or to give me new ones. i read to learn more about other people experiences. i read more to see how much i've grown. i read more for inspiration. i read for lots of reasons

of course there's more nuance like if i do a basic search and learn something is dangerous or is sacred to a specific group im not in or initiated into, i will do more research to make sure that's true and to figure out if i should do it or not. but my main point here is that the general attitude in the witchcraft sphere is that you need to essentially need to read a million books before trying things so you don't make a bunch of mistakes. but some people like me are anxious and perfectionists and will get paralyzed trying to memorize all these books so nothing ever goes wrong ever. and sometimes you learn that to get out of that trap you need to close the book and make mistakes, sometimes on purpose. you don't learn how NOT to make mistakes, you learn how to get up from them.

you were doing witchcraft back when you were a kid and putting dirt and dandelions in a jar because your friend said it would grant you a wish, and hoping for the best, whether you got it or not. and reading a bunch of books doesn't make that any fancier or more polished. it has always been about you, your intuition, and what you have in front of you

[opuswrites]

MY WATER(meloria)GHOUL HCS BECAUSE HE'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITES AND HE'S VERY VERY UNDERRATED

he gets his tail and height from thresher sharks. his tail is a biiig one and it's so silly considering how small he is.

he often has trouble carrying it around for a long set of time because of that. it's very heavy and sometimes exhausts him. makes him very sore too, keeping it lifted all day so it doesn't get all dirty from the ground.

like a thresher shark, he knows how to hit with his tail too. he hit alpha during one of their playfights once and the fire ghoul was flabbergasted.

also like a thresher shark, the sweet boy knows how to ROCKET himself out of the water.

during beach days, pebble could be just chilling in the water, talking to air who was sun tanning on the dock, when water swam up to the little air ghoul under the water and hugged his waist tightly, then LAUNCHED themselves upwards, giggling and all.

since then pebble always asks him to do it again and again when they're at the pond.

speaking of the pond. oh boy.

he's very dependent in my opinion. like... he can go anywhere alone but he prefers company and will drag atleast one of them with him anywhere he goes.

mostly targets alpha. wherever water goes, alpha goes. if he doesn't like it? well that SUCKS bc water needs his emotional support personal heater.

oh, and alpha.

he only tolerates water messing with him. like... water has the permission to mess with alpha's hands, horns, tail... anything. also the other way of messing, alpha & water are often harmlessly bickering, most of the time ending in play fighting

in water's early days, alpha would let him win. not anymore, he's not afraid to go hard on water anymore, who's not afraid to fight back.

he was never afraid, honestly. he never saw alpha as threatening, or someone he should watch his back around.

also, back to alpha being a personal heater

not in a way sodo is to rain. or how ifrit was to dew. nope, water doesn't really get that cold. but he enjoys alpha's heat nonetheless and keeps him close.

sleepy boy. naps a lot.

while other water ghouls trill with their gills instead of purring, water actually purrs.

in my opinion primo's and secondo's ghouls aren't really friendly with the "newer" ghouls, so he didn't really know he was supposed to trill

so he just learned it over time from his bandmates

LOVES to party. alcohol drugs- anything, but he's very lightweight so alpha usually ends up carrying him back to their room

[y3ll0w-cullen]

some unfinished fanfic if Renesmee was a normal child brain-wise and Bella was still human

I woke up to soft piano playing. Well, partially soft. There would be a section of soft playing before there was a brief, off-key slamming of the keyboard, followed by other shushing or soft, deep laughter. I got up as quietly as I could, hoping that Edward wasn't listening too hard to anything else so I would at least have a chance to sneak up on them. I slowly opened the silent bedroom door and peeked out, and there they were.

Illuminated in the morning light, Edward sat with Renesmee on the piano bench. His cold hands gingerly played a simple melody, and then he paused and looked at our daughter. She tried to copy his fingers to the best of her ability but ended up pressing the wrong keys way too hard. Edward just smiled crookedly and played it again, this time with her, and he repeated it until she got it correct. When she did get it right, he said "Great job, darling! Can you play it without me?" And she replied, "Okay, Daddy!" and got a little too excited, slamming her tiny hands too loudly onto the keys, and all three of us jumped. I couldn't help but laugh softly. Renesmee was too occupied to notice me, but Edward glanced over his shoulder at me and grinned, extending a hand to me as an invitation. I grinned back and padded up to the two of them, taking my husband's cold hand and craning my neck over Renesmees head to kiss her warm forehead.

"Good morning, sweetie," I smiled at the surprise on my daughter's face.

"Mommy!" She completely forgot about the piano and spun around to launch herself into my arms. "You're awake!" She buried her face into my neck.

I only scooped her up into my arms and sat where she was previously sitting. I leaned into Edward's cool embrace and listened to him sigh as he rested his chin on my head. "How did you sleep, love?" He whispered and I couldn't stop my smile. I loved my beautiful family.

"I slept okay. You?" I looked up at him teasingly.

He rolled his eyes. "I slept exquisitely actually. Thanks for asking."

"Me and Daddy made breakfast!" Renesmee shouted, pulling herself from my lap and yanking my hand. I smiled back at Edward as I was dragged into the kitchen, and he only chuckled.

Soon, Renesmee was feeding me bites of a cinnamon roll, and Edward was sitting on the chair across from us, chin propped up on his hand as he stared dreamily at the two of us. "What?" I asked him when he wouldn't stop staring. He blinked twice and then tilted his head as a question. "Why are you looking at us like that?" I began to feel self-conscious under his gaze, and he only smiled at me.

"I'm trying to figure out what I did right in this existence to be blessed by two perfect princesses such as yourselves." He smiled so wide that his fangs were on complete display. I grimaced at him: he always knew what to say to make my face burn and Renesmee giggle, and right now was no exception. His gaze quickly shifted to Renesmee as she clapped her hands and blushed, happy to be her Daddy's Princess. I watched as Edward's chest puffed up and his eyes glittered when he looked at his daughter. He looked so lovingly at her that it made my heart swell. I didn't get the chance to look at him for too long before another bite of a cinnamon roll was shoved into my mouth.

-

That night, Edward was reading Renesmee a bedtime story as I did laundry. As soon as the laundry was folded and away, I leaned against the doorway to Renesmee's room and listened to his velvet voice speak to her. It didn't take long before I could hear my daughter's soft snores from her little bed and Edward saying "Goodnight, My Darling." He kissed her on the forehead and took her nightlight frog from her arms and places it on her nightstand. He smiled at her sleeping face, put the bedtime book away, and began to leave the room. He wasn't surprised at me standing there, he had heard me, but he smiled at me too, and grabbed me around the waist as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as Renesmee's door was shut he leaned his forehead against mine and whispered "Hi."

I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hey." I didn't waste much time before pulling him into a passionate kiss. This startled him, obvious by the way he stiffened briefly before melting into it.

Before things could get too heated, he pulled away to inspect me. "What's this for?" He asked, not complaining but genuinely confused by my affectionate attack.

"You're such a good dad, Edward." His amber eyes widened and I knew if he had blood it would all be rushing to his cheeks. We stared at each other for a solid 5 seconds before he grinned as wide as his face would allow and ducked his head shyly. "It's true. Your parenting makes me so proud." At this, his shoulders tensed up and I could tell he was smiling even wider.

After a moment, his head shot up and he looked exhilarated from the praise I'd given him. "Thank you," His hands were shaking as he put them on my waistline. He loved to be told he was doing something right so dearly, I would coo at how adorable he was if not for something else on my mind. "I love being a father. She makes me so happy. I adore having a child."

"Yeah?" My arms around his neck pulled him even closer. His smile didn't waver, eyes glittering with excitement and pride as he looked down at me. "Why don't we go make another one then?" I nodded my head towards our open bedroom door, the bed visible from where we were standing. My hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his white shirt.

Now his smile dropped. "Bella!" He whisper-shouted almost scoldingly as he caught my wrists and held them still. "Y-You can't say things like that!"

"What, you don't wanna get me pregnant again?" I teased, pushing my body even closer to his.

His eyes got impossibly wider in surprise and embarrassment. "Isabella!" He chided, but he wasn't that opposed to the idea, judging by the hardening bulge pressing into the skin just below my belly button. And if he was so opposed, why did he let me drag him to our bedroom?

After we were done, I pressed my head into his chest, my burning body pressed against his ever-cold one. My chest was heaving, fighting for a full breath while his chest was still except for his deep, even breaths. He wasn't exhausted whatsoever, and that made me both excited and sad. Sad because we were so different. I was nothing special, just a mortal that needed to waste time to sleep, needed to rest. I got overwhelmed so easily, he could last for hours. For days, if he wanted to. That was the part that got me excited. Maybe one of these days I would ask him to keep going until I pass out...

"Are you alright, love?" He brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "Was I too rough?" I looked up at his handsome face and saw how worried he was.

"No, it was perfect," My voice cracked and came out all hoarse, to my embarrassment. He didn't seem to mind, however, he just nuzzled his face into my hair and sighed.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he breathed so softly I almost didn't hear him. "Please."

I shifted uncomfortably and he pulled back, looking into my face. I felt my face heat up at his staring. "I'm just... I wish I was like you." I said, skirting past the word Vampire.

He blinked, considering what I said, and then nodded slowly, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. "I know," he finally spoke after a minute of silence. "I know that's what you want. But, Renesmee-"

"I know, Edward." I stopped him, this conversation too painful to continue.

"You know I would do anything to be human again. To grow old with you and have as many kids with you as we want. You know how much I want it," His voice cracked and tears began to well in my eyes. "But it can't be done. And I know you want to be a Vampire, Bella, but think of Renesmee. She's getting older every day and I d-don't-" His lip trembled and I put my hand over his mouth before he could sob.

"I know, Edward. I understand. And you're right," Tears were now fully streaming down my cheeks. "But it's hard to not want that."

"I know," He whispered under my hand. He reached his cold fingers up to wipe the tears from my face, but I didn't let him. I buried my head in his chest and wrapped my arms tight around his waist. He hesitated for a moment before his muscular arms were around my shoulders, giving an incredibly soft squeeze. I thought about how much tighter he could hold me if my mortal body wasn't so fragile before I fell completely asleep.

[reborn--maggot]

Considering, when I have a moment and am not failing a class, to create yet another killjoy playlist, this time party themed. As a reasonable DJ im open for suggestions but like. Dance music. If its a sad ballad we do not want it!! Anything goes decade wise but I'm probably gonna make it 2000s-'10s heavy lol

[lokilysolbitch]

okay i'm moving my tags here and adding some extra stuff bc i had time to read everything and see what wasn't mentioned

i suspect my abusers had DID or something so instead of working with consistent consequences or consequences based on how angry they were, it was really just russian roulette if something would make them laugh, make them angry so that they'd make up a punishment on the spot, not make them angry but still make them punish me anyways, make them angry and they'd give me a long term punishment but they'd comepletely forget they even had a punishment a few days in, etc. it was really up to the gods. so my tips are gonna be based on giving yourself the space to make a last minute decision and idk they might not be very helpful but they helped me. also there will be tips for isolation

if you're in situations like hotels where you share a room with them for a night, keep your brightness down, apps on dark mode, and make your phone's wallpaper dark. even on the lowest brightness with your phone hidden under something, a light wallpaper will light up the whole room in pitch darkness. if you want to message someone, use apps with dark backgrounds (like pinterest on dark mode. snapchat is bright as hell)

if you share apple ID accounts with the abuser, use different apps (social media on browsers in private mode are best) for messaging people. sometimes apple gets messed up and your messages show up on other people's phones if you share accounts. only use imessages for non suspicious stuff. anything else for punishable conversations. it can even be something like communicating through messaging options in games. as long as it works. just not imessage

have your laptop settings to where you can tap to click things instead of having to push down on the mousepad and make a noise. it's helped in lots of random situations, especially when an abuser suddenly is on edge and can get set off by any noise. i think on mac's there's a way to key the keyboard on screen so you can click the letters with the mouse too

that trick to cup your ears with your hands actually does help you hear better, but also if you direct them like a dog's ears you can chose what direction you want to hear from. so if you turn your hand around, you'll hear behind you better and block off distracting noise from the front of you

always have a tab open of schoolwork looking activities to pull up quickly when needed. my abusers were very school focused most of the time so if i looked like i was studying there was a good change they would back off and come back later

if you live with an animal, memorize the animals patterns for how it interacts with people (ex: the apartment cat meows most when my roommates are in their rooms, a little less and slightly quieter if they're in the living room, and will meow loudly for a few minutes and sit quietly for a few hours if they're out of the apartment. but if he's (the cat) completely quiet that means one roommate is in the living room but probably fell asleep on the couch)

if you're room is kept at really cold temperatures and especially you have raynauds on top of that, prioritize keeping your core warm. you can alternate sticking one extremity into your jacket/sitting on it to keep them as warm as possible. learn to do as much as you can while most of your body is underneath blankets. stay in the bathroom as long as you can after hot showers so the steam can keep you warm for a while, and then afterwards get right back under the covers to preserve heat as long as possible. use whatever you can as warmers like overheating laptops and phones. and don't let the wind from the ac get on you because that sucks the heat out of you within seconds. cover whatever body part the ac will hit even if it's just for a short time

water/drinks are quieter if poured on the side of the glass. while the glass is tilted. basically try to make it so the water cascades down the side instead of falling straight it.

if you're allowed to lock your doors, depending on your situation it might be best to unlock it if your abuser is in an argument separate from you. sometimes mine would come looking for a reason to be mad at me if they were already mad, and tried to barge into my room to find it locked? not good, even if it was allowed before. if i heard tense voices or yelling, i'd unlock my door, clean and hide what i could, and then sit somewhere while looking like i was doing something school related. then they might just settle for saying i better finish my work instead of getting a lock taken away

okay i know it sounds silly but if you're isolated from friends and need someone, you might want to find a bf/gf/friend/etc rp asmr-tist you like. i had only one friend for over a decade and for 8 of those years we lived in different states, sometimes different timezones. so if one of us were busy or asleep i was on my own, which was often. sometimes you just need a video of someone saying it'll be okay to get through life. there's ones for panic attacks and things like that

also maladaptive daydreaming isn't as maladaptive when you have no other option. you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes

if you need extra time to sleep in the mornings, sleep in your clothes that you're wearing tomorrow but know that blue jeans will stain your bedsheets after enough times.

if your parents care about grades but deprive u of sleep, know what classes you can sleep in and what times you can sleep (sometimes teachers have a rhythm of giving good info for a minute and then rambling for a while so id fight microsleep to write the notes and let it take over during the rambling). know what subjects are easiest to re-teach yourself at home and what it's best to try to stay awake for in class. i could look up equations later but if i missed notes during an english class i was screwed

if an abuser is squeamish about certain things like unopened pads you might be able to hide things in there bc they're too afraid to try to look closely at it or dig through them

establish signals with friends that don't look out of place. like texting "so true lol" meaning you agree but texting "so true" meaning the abuser is watching your phone screen and they shouldn't say anything that could get you in trouble. as opposed to saying something like "So true. LOL" which could be suspicious to the abuser if they know how you usually type

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

your boyfriend has a little habit of being sort of..spacey. or at least he looks like he is.

despite his..ditzy and aloof appearance. shouto is very acutely aware of his surroundings.

especially when you’re in said surroundings.

he’s walking along the hallways with his friends, they’re chatting about everything and nothing, school and about the results of their last test. shouto doesn’t feel the need to interject, happy to simply listen and respond when he’s spoken to. except his mind is also kind of elsewhere at the moment because even in there he’s looking for you.

no matter what he’s doing, shouto todoroki has a piece of you in his mind. if his friends are worrying about their test results he’s perfectly fine, cus he studied with you. the letters he sends to his mom talk about his daily life, with little details about you sprinkled in. his father is trying to coerce him into coming to his agency again, shouto thinks it’d be a lot more enjoyable if you were with him.

you’re not with them right now, because mr. aizawa had asked you to send in some papers to the teacher’s lounge. you said you’d catch up with your friends as soon as possible and shouto’s listening, he really is. but he’s also scanning the crowd hoping to catch a little glimpse of you.

“what about you, todoroki ?”

shouto blinks, hearing his name come out of his freckled friend’s lips as he blinks at him expectantly with a smile. ochaco and iida also seem to be awaiting a response.

okay, so maybe he hadn’t been listening as well as he claimed..

“i’m sorry. i didn’t catch that last part, what were you saying ?” he asks bluntly, midoriya doesn’t mind and he repeats “i was asking you how you think your test went.” he chirps, shouto hums thinking about the question.

“i studied well for it, so i think it went well,” his friends hum, iida congratulates him for staying focused on his academics, waving his hand around in chopping motions.

and of course, shouto is always looking for you, so nobody’s surprised when he adds “yn also helped me study, so i think i’ll be..”

everyone is surprised though when he suddenly trails off. and without another word shouto walks ahead of his friends further down the crowded hallway. the lack of “oh, give me a second.” or “ i’ll be right back.”, the lack of anything stuns the three students so hard they freeze into place. they wonder what could’ve made him speed off in such a hurry, until ochaco gets a good look and points towards the dual haired boy.

ah, shouto’s found you.

you’re surprised to see him, your eyes widen “oh, hey sho !” he returns your greeting, his face hasn’t really changed from an outsiders point of view, but he leans in towards you the moment the words leave your lips and his whole face has gone soft, almost pudgy when you smile at him.

“i didn’t except to see you, you scared me !”

he blinks at that, shock settles onto his face as he bows his head in shame “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to..” simple, but earnest and it makes you melt.

“oh no, no ! you just popped up outta nowhere and it surprised me is all, got nothing to be sorry about.” you reassured, shouto’s expression changes and he returns, nodding happily.

“i missed you.”

you snort “i was gone for at most 10 minutes, shouto.”

“it was 11 minutes. and i missed you during that one extra minute, too.” if he had a tail, it’d be wagging at the speed of sound the way his face brightens when you laugh. you call him unbelievable and a small smile grows on his face

he’s just about to ask if you need help with your bag when you suddenly wave behind him. at your friends, who all share a sort of teasing, but also absolutely not surprised look.

oh, woops..

[kaisentine]

imagine rin snitching on you to sae about your little crush on him.

“…that was 11 years ago, sae.”

“you wanna watch big bro again?” the black-haired boy groans out in annoyance. “uh-huh!” you gleam out while smiling—flashing him with your braced teeth. you’ve been asking rin that question a lot recently and it’s starting to irk him a little bit. he isn’t stupid, he can put two and two together to compose a theory about you having something a little more than friendly feelings for his sibling. however, he can’t deny the fact that he does want to see his brother play too. that’s what brings you to the neighborhood’s field to watch the muddy-red-head kick around some stupid ball. it looks like sae didn’t seem to care about the two pairs of eyes watching him—it makes you question whether he even remembers rin shouting to him 30 minutes prior. “girl, you don’t even like soccer.” he deadpans next to you with this hands shoved into his jacket’s pockets—that is a very true statement—and the fact you don’t know anything about the sport other than playing against other people to shoot a ball into a goal. you stay silent to contemplate the answer (you’re lowkey just distracted by the way sae moves are so languid). “hey, i watch you play too!” you retort, suppressing the urge to punch his shoulder. “that’s because i ask you to,” so he’s doubling down and admitting he actually forces you to watch him play? “but last time i checked, i don’t see big bro asking you.” he finishes before sticking his popsicle back into his mouth. there’s no arguing with that so you don’t respond any further.

rin is very observant—he can tell your body stiffens whenever sae comes onto your radar even just for a second. the way you stop mid-conversation to hold your breath when he asks rin (and you but you do nawt speak) what you guys want for dinner when you stay over. rin can’t contain his laughter when his brother leaves the room. “what are you laughing about?” you sound annoyed and flattened after holding your breath—he has to hold his hand up to signal you to just wait until he’s done laughing. “what the heck was that?” he says in between chuckles. you catch onto what he means by that… you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are, are you? “it wasn’t that funny!” you finally get to punch his shoulder in embarrassment after he makes it very apparent that you are quite obvious. despite the fact you haven’t ever actually vocalized to him that you like sae yet, you basically already have. but he’s like an ongoing court case—everybody is innocent until proven guilty.

it’s the way you refuse to go anywhere in the itoshi house unless you’re with rin. he thinks you’re insufferable when you have to insist there’s a ghost who doesn’t allow you to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water—good thing rin is an exorcist! he begrudgingly leads you downstairs only to lean against the wall to wait for you to finish getting your water. oh but if sae is also there? you crawl your way back up the stairs with rin following close behind you, whispering displeased questions. “you just said you were dying of thirst!” he whisper-shouts the moment he closes his bedroom door—he’s getting real annoyed of your antics. “not anymore…” you’re pathetic, making him do a lot just to become a scaredy-cat? “i’d rather not drag a dead body out of my room.” he alludes as if you were actually going to die of dehydration.

you can’t just (basically) live at the itoshi household without interacting with sae at least once. panic begins to set in your stomach when you hear shuffling from behind rin’s bedroom door—is it a robber? is it a murderer? oh no, it is much worse—it’s sae! you hear the doorknob twist and it’s too late for you to hide under the bed or maybe the closet… aw shit—he’s already standing there in all his glory with rin’s training bag. “oh, it’s you.” he says in sight of seeing a familiar figure on his younger brother’s bed. “where’s rin?” he asks and cocks an eyebrow when you don’t respond immediately. why did he have to go looking for him at the worst time? (which is all the time) “h-he’s in the bathroom…” bruh wtf goes through your head which you mentally slap in absolute cringe at your stutter. “oh okay, i’ll leave his bag here. bye.” he drops the bag on the floor before taking his leave—without closing the door! you’re too flushed to care about the gesture. when rin eventually does return to his bedroom, he’s met with the sight of an open door and his friend looking traumatized on his bed.

or that one time where you accidentally clung onto sae after getting an adrenaline rush from a horror movie rin really wanted to watch. you didn’t understand why sae insisted on sitting next to you on the couch when there was a perfectly open spot beside rin. “…and i’ll blow your house in!” a crazed man wielding an axe says before hacking the white door in-front of him the scene was the equivalent to actually being chased and you subconsciously gripped anything beside you which turned into full on hugging. “uhm…” there’s a voice beside you that brings you back to reality. you look at the direction of the voice then hesitantly look up to whatever you’re hugging. oh. my. word. you are clinging onto sae’s arm. safe to say rin was in the middle for the rest of the movie viewings.

“can you just admit it?” rin grumbled after a match with another school. “no idea what y’er talkin’ ‘bout!” you sing-song happily while extending your hand to give him the water-bottle he asked for. his movements halted, the towel on top of his head being left there to rot. he looks at you like he hates you for saying that, he snatches his water-bottle like it’s a crime for you to even be holding it. the man in-front of you is absolutely tired of your bullshit that he has tolerated for at least 3 years. “admit it right now.” he’s a lot more serious and anticipating an answer—more than any other situation he’s asked you in. “legit, no idea what you’re talking about.” there’s a lot of things you do need to admit, like how you still need to admit that you’re the one who added the vinegar in his soy sauce… “you like big bro, don’t you?” he bluntly states. “w-what makes you think that?” you stutter like the one time sae directly spoke to you. “everything.” it’s disturbing how much rin means to you that you actually finally admit your feelings.

it’s like you’re the 3rd child of the itoshi family, being at the airport to watch (the love of your life) sae depart for another country. there were tearful goodbyes which you wanted to relate to but you couldn’t because then it would out you for liking him because you never really talked to him anyway. he was exchanging goodbyes with each of his family members—his dad, then his mom, lastly rin. okay… why’s he looking over to you… “it’s okay to cry over this, i know you’ll miss me.” he winks, his stupid bangs actually looking good for once—it feels like every blood cell in your body is rushing to your cheeks and ears. “why’d he say that…” you turn to rin who is beside you after sae turned his back towards everybody for who knows how long. “i told him.” he blurts out. “RIN!!!!”

your feelings were definitely not resolved that day. you still have silent beef with rin for him outing you, you didn’t even know he snitched until he told you! the last time sae was in the country other than for u-20, he had a really bad comeback with rin—making you ice over your affections (not an effective way for getting over somebody btw).

“so?” he’s condescending. the absence of his bangs make you realize how much more grown he looks now. however, the thing that you really take note of is his eyes. sure, he’s grown more into his face but the way his eyes are half-lidded and no longer the bright annoyed ones make you really question everything.

gosh—literally every time he speaks to you, you just can’t make up the words. that ‘that was 11 years ago, sae’ was probably all your confidence for the next 11 years to come. “a lot can happen during a decade.” you push through to retort, clutching the bag that hung lazily over your shoulder. out of anywhere, he chooses to confront you like this—after a game?

“i didn’t even say it myself, that was rin!” you defend yourself, not letting yourself give into his advancements. he steps forward and you know he’s shorter than rin but fucking hell… “i changed a lot, didn’t i?” it’s a rhetorical question—he knows you can tell. it’s like he was testing the waters because when you don’t respond but you don’t react violently either, he continues, “i’m not stupid either. you don’t think i couldn’t tell?”

which event was he referring to? what if he was referring to when… oh not now. “okay, so what if it was true? that doesn’t mean i like you anymore.” you scramble around your thoughts to find words. “too bad, i still like you.”

ugh, i waited this long.

ALSO I JUST WANNA THANK EVERYONE 🙁🙁🙁 thank you guys for 100 followers :)

[clourey]

synopsis : realizing he likes you!

featuring : itoshi sae, michael kaiser

ITOSHI SAE ;

- you were a challenge to his indifferent mien. always testing the limits of his apathy, and you had no idea of the effect you had on him. he didn’t know what it meant either.

- what he did know was that he did his hair every morning, but extra effort into his appearance, all to get a compliment from you.

- he savoured your praises, they remedied his otherwise mundane daily routine. the flush — however noticeable — that adorned his cheeks when your accolades were followed with a smile brought excitement and warmth that he wouldn’t normally feel.

- and strangely, despite the signs, he only realized he liked you when he was forced to be away from you (courtesy of being an international footballer).

- he sulked his entire flight after you had failed to show up to bid him farewell at the airport. and when he landed, the air felt lonely.

(y/n) : i’m so sorry i couldn’t come to say bye :( i was really busy

- he had already forgiven you, but if there was someone he didn’t forgive, it would be himself for not having realized sooner what the ache in his heart meant.

- and after a war between hesitance and hopefulness, the latter emerged victorious as he answered your text.

sae : i’ll miss you

- he also made sure to have flowers sent to your door till the day of his return (to your arms, he wishes). he needed you to know flowers weren’t the end of his affection.

MICHAEL KAISER ;

- kaiser was sick, he was sure of it.

- it wasn’t normal how his face felt hot and how his heart raced whenever you were near.

- he hated the fevered butterflies in his stomach when you cheered for him. he hated that your stupid utterances seemed to block out every other sound — your mellow, damned voice was the only one he could hear.

- every instance of you exchanging words with another person — who wasn’t kaiser — irritated him. moreover, he felt insecurity if he wasn’t the first person you approached. how ridiculous is that?

- mentally or otherwise, there had to be some form of disturbance in his body that you had introduced to him. there was no other explanation.

- it wasn’t until ness made it clear to kaiser (albeit unknowingly) that he finally realises he has a crush on you.

- “you know, i think (y/n) likes you too,”

- kaiser promptly turns to ness, perplexed and unable to process the revelation that had just been made to him.

- “what do you mean too?”

- ness tilts his head, mirroring the blonde’s confusion, “don’t you like them? ‘tis been pretty obvious to me.”

- needless to say, kaiser has only been more of a mess around you since then.

[lokilysolbitch]

SYNESTHESIA MENTION! I HAVE THIS

times tables have story lines to me and words have colors. not all words but a lot of them do, especially swear words. they all have colors. i feel very strongly that fuck is purple. my full name is the pan flag

physical feelings have colors and shapes sometimes, like when i had stomach pain and the best way i could describe it was red lines with yellow around it

also to some degree i feel like this is really common but specific objects or things will have storylines or like pictures connected with them? like how someone will say a song sounds like sitting in a cafe but i will be like this chord sounds like how chocolate and caramel taste together and the look of a long polished mahoghany table" (major 7 chords). or like that one time i said a song sounds like a cinnamon roll without icing🧍(i dont remember the song but i think it was by NCT??)

The other day I was discussing my synesthesia to my family members since I had never told them that I had it, or how I perceive numbers and sounds/music. I decided to make a quick little write up thing explaining my experience with synesthesia, even though it's one of the more common types.

[thegothicchangeling]

Babydoll

Alpha Sevika x Omega Reader drabble

Summary: Sevika makes a bad call and upsets you while you're in pre heat. You're pissed at her.

You looked at the barebones nest you'd assembled. It was made up of pillows, clothes, and throw blankets you'd stolen from around the apartment, because Sevika had insisted on washing everything in preparation for your heat.

It wasn't like Sevika had forced you to give up the bedding, or gone behind your back. No, she was a good alpha. She talked you into it with good old fashioned logic.

"It's time to wash the bedding anyway," she had said calmly. "And I think it's more important now than ever. Come on, you know how filthy this stuff is gonna get."

You couldn't argue with that reasoning, but that didn't mean you were happy about it. Already you were in pre heat, and every instinct was screaming at you to fix this mess. Because what was this? Not a nest.

Tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to disappoint Sevika.

That was when she walked in with the sheets and comforter. Her scent was relaxed and she clearly had no idea how upset you were. "The laundry's dry," she announced.

"It doesn't smell like you!" You rebuked her angrily.

"You're right," Sevika said calmly. "I'll get right on that." And she started rubbing her scent glands against the bedding. She tried to sit down with you, but you growled.

That was when she realized how upset you were. You could see her nose move as she sniffed nearby you. Her face fell. "You're mad about the laundry, aren't you? And you smell like you're hours away from heat, at most."

"Yes, so hurry up and scent that shit!" You snapped.

Sevika's eyes widened. "Okay, okay." She worked faster. "I'm sorry I upset you, babydoll."

You huffed and didn't answer. All you did was work on your nest. It had to be perfect within the next few hours, and you didn't work well under stress.

Sevika took your giving her the silent treatment in stride. She brought you more things from other rooms and talked to you from time to time, attempting to win you over again.

"I was thinking I'd make your favorite tonight. How does that sound?"

"My pretty omega's gonna look so good spread out naked on that blanket."

You steadfastly ignored her, and your growing arousal, unless it was to ask her for something.

"The nest looks soft. You did such a good job making it. You're such a good omega, making this for us."

You softened. Sevika saw her chance and dove for it. "Is it okay if I come in now?"

"No!" You snarled. You turned away from her and lay on your side, staring at the wall.

Sevika paused, then spoke softly. "You're really upset, aren't you babydoll?"

"I'm not your babydoll."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into letting me change the bedding," she said sincerely. "If I'd realized how deep into pre heat you were, I would never have done it."

"How could you not realize?" You asked angrily. "Couldn't you smell me?" You were honestly hurt, and you knew your alpha could hear it in your voice.

"I was preoccupied with making sure everything was ready for you," she sighed, and you could imagine how she was probably running her hands through her hair. "Cleaning, meal prepping, and then I realized I forgot to submit my PTO, so I had to do that, and the bedding was just one more thing to check off my to-do list."

Knowing she was trying to help you made you feel guilty for being angry at her. In her own way, Sevika was nesting, too. You rolled over and looked at her.

She unfastened your poncho. "Hey. It's okay. It's alright." She handed it to you. "I bet this will be great for the nest."

Your eyes widened. She wore that thing almost every day, and now Sevika was handing it over to you. You took it from her and brought it up to your nose. It smelled more strongly of her than any other item of clothing. Cologne. Incense. Sevika. Perfection. "Thank you, 'Vika," you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry.

"Well, I gotta keep my omega happy, right?"

You placed it on the pillow at the headboard, so you could lay your head on it later. Then you turned and looked back at your mate. "Will you get in and hold me?"

Sevika's face lit up. "Of course, baby," she purred, and she crawled into the nest with you. Then she pulled you into her chest and kissed the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry I was so mean," you admitted. You knew she was just trying to take care of you.

"Oh, it's okay, precious," she rumbled happily. Then her demeanor changed to something more dominant. She tipped your chin upwards and made you look at her. "Are you my babydoll?" She asked.

What could you say except yes?

[lokilysolbitch]

how i make my eczema skin be nice to me: post shower edition

nobody asked but i wish id known it when i first got diagnosed: here's my moderate-to-severe eczema post-shower routine

it's especially useful for when you don't have the energy to shower or moisturize every single day bc chronic illness is a bitch. if you are like me and autistic and hate the feeling of lotion, this is going to feel like the devil.

pre-step one is to take a minute to charge up bc you will not be able to sit in your towel and stare at the wall right after the shower bc ur skin will dry out. so if you have pots like me, maybe get ur salt and water intake done before the shower bc you will need it bad

okay so you've just turned the shower off. ideally you got the dead skin off the eczema patches without giving yourself scabs. the first step now is to get a washcloth, get it wet and squeeze the water out, and pat dry yourself. i need to stop to squeeze water out again a few times during this

then, immediately start putting your preferred hypoallergenic, nonscented, sensitive skin friendly etc lotion on (or bath and body works bc for some reason their lotion is really nice on my skin while still being scented). and i mean like. there should still be a bit of a white cast/lotion streaks sitting on top of your skin. it will probably feel gross and bad. put a little extra on any eczema patches if you want

okay it gets worse. put your clothes on immediately. your clothes will get lotiony. (if you have scented lotion they will smell nice tho) ideally the clothes covers a lot of skin especially the skin with eczema patches. this traps all the moisture in and the extra lotion from the white cast will be absorbed right after your skin eats up the first layer of lotion. my skin gets dry and flaky 10 Minutes after showering and lotioning if i don't have those lotion streaks and cover my skin.

the end. now you can sit and stare at the wall

does this feel like the devil? yes. have i recently developed sensory issues with pruny fingers that makes this process even worse? yes. but. my skin stays soft and hydrated for days (the eczema patches need a little more attention of course but it still lasts a long time).

this whole thing takes like maybe 10 minutes if you move fast for the lotion and the lotiony feeing lasts. idek like. 15-20 minutes. im not really sure because it just slowly transitions to feeling lotiony to just normal hydrated skin.

if you need a lotion recommendation i would suggest something like vaseline (not the petroleum jelly, just the normal lotion and intensive care ones, the back might say something like "non greasy formula)

the end

[abbysbasement]

#RUNONS

Kittygirl!Reader x Mommy!Abby

The one thing Abby loved was that you always kept yourself soft, warm, and pliant for her. When she was wound up too tight, you'd pad across the couch to roll out on her lap, and she'd lay a thick, heavy palm on your back, petting down your shoulderblades to the base of your spine, fingering between your cheeks to grab a handful of soft, supple ass.

Your head would perk up, lips all soft, drooly and parted, eyes pearl-round gone, in the special place, just how she liked it. She made quick work of your boyshorts, unceremoniously tugging them around your knees before slicking up a finger through your juices.  Her hands were calloused, thick fingers pushing through the gummy ring of your cunt and exploring you deeper, as your hungry lips grabbed on for dear life. Her other hand fumbled with the buckle of her belt, pulling it from the loop. You winced instinctively, yet she dropped it chattering to the ground as she released her belt loop. From it, the blue of Abby's thick cock sprang forward, catching you in the chin. You whined, and she used her free thumb to part your lips, craning your head to the tip.

"Gotta glaze it up for me kitty, else 's gonna hurt goin' in."

Puppygirl!Reader x Owner!Ellie

Ellie loves being high around you, calls you her little stress ball. Plops you down in the center of her thighs, just boxers and a bra separating skin from skin, and draws in gently as her fingers pad around your body. Soon, you're toppled over onto the bed, Ellie squatting down to drag your panties to the side and deposit a spit slick finger into the warm, tight, and wet between your legs.

"Fuckin' like that baby? Know you do."

Her tattoed knuckles grazing down your lips, your neck and momentarily caressing the globe of a breast before hooking into your collar and pulling you forward, ghosting trails of ivory smoke into your little mouth.

"Good girl... pretty baby."

Her eyes were low and dark, taking you in in the dim light like a vulture taking in a freshly lain corpse. The shutters of her teeth bruising your neck and thighs, taking in the pieces of you greedily. Plunging your finger into your mouth to hastily, lovingly suck, cleaning off the spend with your soft tongue. Whatever she wanted, you let her have, and that's why she needed you, that's why this worked.