#I am tired by the way and I just doodled those without much thoughts in the middle of making this post so.

[azureasterart]

I hc Gladion day as his birthday because I feel like it so this is what you get. For Gladion day.

Except it's a day late. Because Gladion day is actually the 19th. Because Gladion day is japanese. I keep doing this. I didn't even start drawing yesterday and I don't have time to draw anything so I just grabbed the Gladion Homestuck sprite I already made and gave him a background and text. This is top tier posting. I will post actual Gladion art but not today. maybe

Actually wait here ill just

wwitxch school au Gladion where he's become a doggy, normal Gladion and adult gladion

[cactusdrinkstea]

─ ‧ ִ ۫✭ Heart on his hand

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Summary: You studied with Riddle and decided to draw a heart on the back of his hand.

Word count: 1009

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It was another quiet studying session. Exams were coming soon and Riddle had to study to get the best grades possible. Anything below perfection would be a disgrace to him. He had started to be more gentle on himself and took breaks once in a while, but his focus was always set on perfect academic results. 

He usually studied on his own, but when you had asked him to do a study session together he didn't say no. Usually he didn't mind. He was used to giving help to others, although many couldn't withstand his tough studying regime. Many would already be done with him. It was thanks to you that he had tried to be more flexible with his studying plans. At first he was very strict and had to follow a specific schedule and amount of subjects, but when he started to notice the tired look on your face or hearing those soft yawns he realized maybe he had chosen the wrong approach. Thanks to that, now he saw actual progress in your grades. 

He knew he relished studying with you more than he would admit out loud. Sure, if he was asked about it he would say this was just a small favor for the sake of studying. After all, what kind of prefect had bad grades? He couldn't allow it. 

But if he had to be honest, he would say that he liked to spend time with you. These quiet moments without your chaotic duo of friends, or without that cat. Just the two of you in a quiet setting with the right flavor of tea at the right time. That was utter bliss. Not a singular noise aside from the occasional question. He loved it. Riddle knew it wasn't the most efficient way of studying, because more often than not, he was staring at you. Looking at your eyes and how sometimes your brows furrowed when you didn't understand something, or how your leg would bounce under the table occasionally, which he usually would find annoying on others but on you it was surprisingly endearing. 

Whenever he noticed he was starting to get distracted, he had to snap out of it and return his focus to his history notes. At this rate he would forget anything he read if he kept thinking about that errant hair strand of yours that he itched to fix with his own hands. Riddle’s focus went back to the papers, he was good at focusing and this was a piece of cake, nothing he couldn't handle. 

Perhaps he had focused too much on his notes, because by the time he felt something on the back of his hand, it was already too late. There was a heart, painted with black ink.

“What did you just do?” Riddle inquired, eyes squinting in displeasure at the sight of a small doodle on his skin. 

“It's a heart. You were so focused on your notes you didn't even feel me peel your glove” You replied with a grin on your face. 

How could he be so careless? He didn't even feel the ink with how focused his eyes were on the paper. Riddle didn't look pleased, having drawings on someone's body was extremely distasteful and inappropriate. 

“I don't recall giving you permission for such a childish thing” Riddle said, his eyes returning to the notes on his desk. 

“I thought you would like it, hearts are your thing aren't they? Sorry, I won't do it next time” You sheepishly apologized and went back to read. 

“It's fine. I won't collar you for this, I am not that savage. Just try to ask next time” He gently scolded you trying not to sound too harsh. It wasn't a terrible thing, of course he wasn't going to get mad. He also had his gloves. It would only take pulling them up to hide the silly heart doodle. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful and the studying session ended not so long after. You thanked him and left. Riddle went back to his usual schedule but his mind was elsewhere. 

He couldn't stop looking at the heart on his hand. It was just a heart made out of ink, nothing more. It didn't even look symmetrical, was it really that difficult to draw an even heart? He would need to correct your pulse because that was terrible. 

Even with those petty mistakes, the drawing was so endearing. He had never allowed someone to touch his skin in that way, he would nag at anyone who even dared to try. He still remembered the happy look on your face and your reply. You thought he would like it. It was dumb, such dumb thinking to even consider he would enjoy a foreign drawing of something as simple as a heart. The worst part was that he did! It felt special, as if you thought about him specifically to give him that. You even went through the effort of moving his glove. 

It was a shared secret between you two now. No one else would know the heart was under his dark gloves, just you and him, and that simple thought filled him with delight. A temporary gift from the prefect to him. 

Days went on and he attempted to make the inked heart stay intact there for as long as possible. He was careful every time he washed his hands, but no matter how careful he was, the heart would fade. It only lasted three days. He felt distraught when it was gone. 

Now how could he ask for another one? It would be mortifying to even request for such a thing. He was above childish drawings on his skin! He didn't even need one. Why would he ask again? 

“Today we are studying again. Don't be late, prefect” Riddle said to you one day, and he made a mental note to forget his gloves and bring red ink this time and keep it as close as possible. He hoped you would get the hint. 

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[nell0-0]

Writing requests open?? What about Wind doing something that is SO REMINISCENT OF TUNE that Time and Wars start sweating? Or TIME GOING FULL MASK BEHAVIOUR causing Wars to have flashbacks?

I am very in love with your HW-era art, especially with Mask, by the way 💜

Not sure if this 100% fits the request, but hopefully you like it anyways ^^

Main characters: Wind/Tune & Time/Mask

Wind was biting his tongue. It could be barely seen between his teeth, peeking out the slightest bit. Sitting down on a log as he was, back teetering dangerously back and forth from exhaustion, it was a tad concerning.

Or it would be if Time wasn’t already familiar with such a sight. Legend could keep sending the sailors all the sneaky worried glances he wanted, and Wild could try to cook as many of the sailor’s favorite dishes as he could with the ingredients he had, but none of it would make much of a difference.

The long walks had been hard on the sailor, and that summed up with chasing down the latest batch of black blooded monsters from Twilight’s time, the shift to Sky’s era and the subsequent series of favors they completed for the people of Skyloft (which Wild insisted in calling side-quests, Farore knows why), had been taking a toll. Not only on the sailor, of course, as Four could also be seen on the edge of camp laying on top of his bedroll, completely knocked out for the night.

In short, it wasn’t a surprising sight for Time. Wind biting his tongue, the back and forth rocking and the restless ears, flopping up and down without apparent rhythm. It was one of Tune’s tells regarding deep exhaustion.

For a hero used to adjusting his posture to the rocking of the waves, long hours spent looking at the horizon with nothing in sight, this particular adventure was draining. Then again, it was one of Tune’s tells, not Wind’s. Even though they were the same person, it was only in the way that Mask and Time had once been one in the same. That was probably why the others were concerned.

Casting a quick look in Warrior’s direction, the captain didn’t seem to notice anything odd. Probably not realizing this was something out of the ordinary for Wind, since it was so normal to see from Tune. So, since the captain was out, it was up to Time.

Getting up with creaking knees that made Hyrule snicker, Time walked towards the sailor, dropping to the ground next to the log in which Wind sat.

“Hey.”

Goddesses, Time cringed internally. An accomplished warrior he may be, but casual conversation was not his forte.

“Hey there.”

Then again, not that it mattered if Wind was so out of it to not notice.

The thought of getting Legend’s ice rod to see if Wind’s peeking tongue would stick to the icy orb did cross Time’s mind. The reaction would have been priceless, all wide eyes and betrayed looks. Time could picture it. He was quick to discard it.

After all, a prank like that would lose effectiveness if it was expected. Tune’s reaction had been so memorable he still remembered vividly to this day.

“You want to talk about whatever has you down?”

A grunt. A negative, then. Not that it surprised Time, he had been expecting this kind of response.

Rummaging through his pack, he looked consideringly at some loose parchment, then thought again and grabbed one of his newer journals, with barely a name (which they shared, so it wouldn’t be an issue) and a little log of the last couple of time jumps.

After some time just letting the silence fester, Time asked again, just to get the same negative response. Plan b, then.

In the end, Time passed the journal and some ink to Wind, who looked at them uncomprehending.

“Here, take it.”

Little hands did take the items, peeking tongue retreating to the insides of the mouth as downturned lips showed confusion.

“It helps sometimes, to draw instead of talk. If you’re too tired, or just don’t want to talk, then doodle some.”

“I’m not a little kid.”

The indignation would have been endearing if it wasn’t funny as hell, because he had said those exact same words to Tune all those years ago (or to come. It was a matter of perspective. Time magic was confusing like that).

“I know.” Time patted the cover of the leatherbound journal pointedly. “I use them too, and I’m grown up, aren’t I?”

That got a laugh. A win on Time’s book.

“Grown? More like old.”

With a fond smile, Time messed Wind’s hair, who protested the treatment heavily. And yet, the weight against his hand increased, seeking contact and reassurance, as Time knew it would.

“Here, let me show you some of my doodles.”

And when Wind criticized how badly Time drew everything BUT horses, the man shrugged.

“Take it up with the guy who taught me to draw in the first place if you’re so bothered.”

“And how the hell am I supposed to do that? I probably won’t even met him, ever!”

“Oh, believe me, you will.”

Years later-ago-somewhen, when there was a war that included different time periods, fought over a hero that wasn’t supposed to awaken so soon yet had to, with two displaced kids holding the same sacred title as the captain, a certain sailor had a realization.

He looked down at his hands in horror, then up towards the sky in despair as he yelled.

“Oh my goddesses, I can’t believe that-that-“

Mask pouted scowled, used by now to the antics but no less inconvenienced.

“Are you gonna teach me to draw Epona or not?”

“Shut it, this is your fault in the first place!”

“Sure” Mask shrugged, wanting the dramatics to be over with. The chances of it working were slim, but never zero. At least it would speed it up. Hopefully.

“On my pride as an artist, you will learn how to draw something else other than horses, that I swear!”

Mask sighed. “Okay. But Epona first.”

Mask never ended up learning to draw anything else other than horses during the two years that followed that interaction.

[aromanticannibal]

ok something that has been bothering me and that ultimately doesn't matter. but. here I am.

So here Mic is talking about Shinsou. we all get why Aizawa would see himself in Shinsou, what's confusing to me is how he's see Shirakumo in him.

To me this can only be a question of appearance, because Shinsou just. Isn't like Shirakumo?

Shirakumo is joyful and a dumbass and he likes people and stuff, and Shinsou is a bitter, tired and mostly rude smartass (affectionate). Apart from their desire to be heroes, there's not really anything that makes them look alike.

I'll go over some other stuff I think Mic could be talking about at the end, but let's get to the appearance part.

THEY DON'T LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THE OTHER??

Here's a little doodle I made to show their main characteristics.

Shinsou : purple hair that stands on its own (or with hair gel), crescent-shaped eyes w/ heavy dark circles and white pupils.

Shirakumo : Blue cloud-like hair that stands on its own/floats, big almond eyes with white pupil (forgot to put that in the doodle), band-aid over nose, and those two little hair pieces framing his face.

The only thing they have in common is their hair standing up. Shinsou's eyes are also pretty much always the same shape, I noticed, he's not very expressive. see :

even at his most expressive, his eyes don't change that much :

I have no idea what that means but there.

Anyways, where am going with this? I thought of some way I could make Shinsou and Shirakumo look more alike. Think of this as a redesign of sorts.

here's another doodle :

my offer is to :

make Shirakumo's pupils more noticeably white, and make Shinsou and him some of the only characters who always have white pupils.

Give Shinsou hair pieces to frame his face like Shirakumo, but longer, or messier, so they don't look like a copy-paste.

make Shinsou's eyes slightly more almond-shaped - not exactly like Shirakumo's, just. rotate the guys a bit.

make Shirakumo's hair not exclusively blue ; here I made it a bit purple, but any darker or warmer color could work, as long as it's close to purple without being the exact same shade.

ideas that I couldn't incorporate in the doodles : Shinsou could have an aspect of his fighting style be similar to Shirakumo's, or have a similar mannerism as him (like how Aizawa and Shinsou share the nervous habit of putting their hand on their neck).

I think I'm gonna try to edit some screenshot or manga panel to show these changes (uwu follow @lunejump)

Anyways I'm not really doing this for any reason it just makes me so confused that Mic said Aizawa could be seeing Shirakumo in Shinsou.

I suppose he could just be talking about how Aizawa's protective of his students because of Shirakumo, or maybe he's making a parallel between Shirakumo saving Sushi and Aizawa "saving" Shinsou? idk man feel free to tell me if you know

[gemwolfz]

since i am not sure if or when i will ever get back to that coming out day posting i will instead post full platoon headcanons here 🔥🔥🔥 under a cut because i intend to maintag and some people may not give a shit. also i expect to ramble. appending a big "to me, anyway" to all these because if i said that fifty times in the post it would be repetitive

keroro's gender is most accurately described as multiflux! he identifies with multiple genders at the same time- male, female, keronian genders you wouldn't get, exclusive genders only keroro understands- at different intensities at different moments. he mainly uses he/him, because, like, he's employed, but he appreciates being referred to in less masculine ways every now and then. because he's kind of a pretty girl ngl. he's also pansexual (i don't personally make a distinction between bi and pan, and usually default to the term bisexual, but idk keroro seems like someone who would label himself as pan dont ask me why) with a preference towards men. hey i can add nonqueer headcanons here too cant i. his ass has so much ADHD. also i posted yesterday that his behavior closely fits the description of narcissistic personality disorder HOWEVER thats a condition i dont know much about so im hesitant to decisively headcanon it for him yknow

tamama is bisexual (personally i have not witnessed proof of tamama caring about girls but the wiki is so confident about it that. well bi erasure would be bi erasure. we aint about that here 🫡) and also transgender 🔥 he's in the keronian version of the Awkward Transmasc Phase where if you're not read as a woman youre usually read as a middle schooler, and used to be more self-conscious about it, but since he's transitioned socially- he's tamama-kun within the platoon, and most pekoponians are completely unaware he was ever seen as a girl to begin with- he's quite happy with where he is now! anyway you know how i mentioned in one doodle post that i hc that fully metamorphosed female keronians are larger than males? well, being a bit of a brawler, tamama isn't really opposed to that concept, so although at his age Frog HRT would most likely trigger metamorphosis, he'd prefer to wait and metamorphose naturally before Starting Tesfrogsterone. best of both worlds! this trans frog is gnc and theres nothing you can do about it 🔥🔥🔥

giroro is bisexual. that's all he would have answered with in the coming out day posts because if youre cisgender whats the point in mentioning your gender right? anyone can tell he's a guy. look at that sharp, angry-looking brow, that big, gnarly scar, those monstrous fangs. those could only be appreciated on a man. and that's good, right? a soldier should be tough and intimidating. he's perfect. he should be proud. he says he is. so why is he so tired...? he shakes his head, and goes back to cleaning his arsenal. he's just frustrated that the invasion isn't going anywhere, that's all. really. Sorry i think i got possessed where was i. um i think giroro can also have little a autism as a treat

kululu is aroace, with no particular interest in seeking either of those types of relationships, romance averse but neutral towards sex. and he's apagender: he doesn't particularly care what gender people see him as. he does have his quirks- he enjoys presenting himself as girly every now and then, and is quite amused by being referred to as an "it" on occasion- but he considers these things more of a hobby or performance art than parts of his gender. just a bit of seasoning, some excitement. never let them know your next move. anyway hes also audhd (adhd autism combo pack). his headphones are noise cancelling, without them he will hear all his computers and the lights and the air conditioning and he will become the joker. i've also considered giving him Unique Alien Chronic Pain- i've got this kind of jokey headcanon where he secretes capsaicin due to his diet, sort of like a poison dart frog, and i thought an interesting consequence of that would be if that caused a constant burning feeling on his skin- but like idk if that would be a good idea? chronic pain is also not something i know much about

dororo is male, for all intents and purposes, but he doesn't care much about the label. he doesn't really believe in the gender binary these days, which is something he learned from living with koyuki; binary gender doesn't really exist in nature. he doesn't label his orientation, either, but for different reasons: being a professional assassin with a strict regiment doesn't really give a person much opportunity to explore in that area. he was never really in the dating scene, and doesn't expect to be thrown into it any time soon. if your relationship with the most loyal and taskfocused soldier you know is holding strong after you choose to defect from your planet and protect the one he's trying to invade, it's hard to imagine anything that could possibly break it down, you know?

i feel like this should have some kind of conclusion or something instead of just ending but idk lol. you get bonus headcanon which is that fuyuki is transmasc swag to me. aaand post

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary224

4/26-27/2024

friday - saturday

i got out early.

i wanted to cook and stuff tonight, since i got out early but my gf went out fsr, so i couldn't really, because i know she won't eat leftovers.

thinking that i do need to draw again soon, stuff i have not finished that i want to and getting into daily doodling will just help me i think. but too tired. i am working 7 days in a row now cuz i worked weds, thurs, fri, and next i work sat, sun, mon, tues, which is a great way to schedule people to destroy anything but their interiority. reading at work is nice, leaving early was still really nice for me because it cut a whole 3 hours off my shift.

here are some quotations:

"and i am haunted by my ghosts, by all that is mythic, fantastic, and gigantic: life is supernatural. i walk holding an open umbrella upon a tightrope. i walk to the limit of my great dream. i see the fury of the visceral impulses: tortured viscera guide me. i don't like what i just wrote -- but i'm duty bound to accept the whole section because it happened to me. and i have much respect for what i happen to myself. my essence is unconscious of itself and that's why i obey myself blindly."

(no typo in the above, i think frequently about the very odd phrasings in this book, much respect for what i happen to myself. it makes an odd sense. or not odd. it makes non-sense, it is the inconclusive phrase, she illustrates there, the inconstant, the freedom of her heart leading her to where she does not know but she is there at a place, and beyond this, to happen to oneself, what i happen to myself, self-exposing in the oddest ways, this here is becoming in the non-zone she carves out, the cavern and then below:)

"the transcendence inside me is the living and soft "it" and has the thought that an oyster has. could the oyster when torn from its root feel anxiety? it is disturbed in its life without eyes. i used to drip lemon juice onto the living oyster and watched in horror and fascination as it contorted all over. and i was eating the living it. the living it is the god."

"i don't like when they drip lemon upon my depths and make me contort all over. are the facts of life lemon on the oyster? does the oyster sleep?"

the becoming in the oyster's spasms. how lovely and wretched!! i feel the same ways so often. viscera guide, to what i cannot know, i know though, i want to be guided, and to give myself over to glossolalia which speaks something i cannot reason and cannot develop as knowledge, but something i can keep in my veins. the meaninglessness of veins.

i've also uncovered a new and lovely word in this book today: cantabile.

it can mean smooth or flowing, pointed specifically at the voice but she uses it beyond this meaning but to refer back to singing, music is a constant referent in the book. it is also a kind of phrasing in music made to mimic the human voice or what it might do, i think.

i just made edamame to eat. i need to get more of this for snacking instead of...trash like chips.. i do really just like like, those ridge cut chips from trader joe's but these are better in flavor and for me, like, being healthy. plus they are salty whcih i constantly crave.

now i am brushing my teeth, soon i will suh-leep.

one thing, i had a dream about worms destroying the world, again. this one was beneath a mall that used to be a temple or...it was somewhere in the middle-east and it was some pagan deity, revived and now seeking vengeance on the world, i don't know why. i recall having to do something. but i don't remember what. i remember the wall, i remember learning about things in cutscenes, the worm emerging from the sky, a terrible thing.

anyway, i do need to sleep soon so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shivanixrao]

Living in Axel’s home with him felt intimate in a way that Shivani hadn’t quite been able to put her finger on. They were friends but they sometimes felt more than that. He took care of her in a way that he should be doing with another, and she admired him in a very similar way. It made her almost wary that the two of them were slipping into roles in each other’s lives that would inevitably get blurry when it came time to separate. And yet…she made no moves to change things around. “Always charming me,” she teased as she handed him the Sharpie, standing in front of him so that the cast was at his eye level while she stood over him. 

“Hmmm—you could write honestly whatever you want. I mean you have a blank canvas at your disposal,” she chuckled before noting the way he looked up at her. It had a shiver go down her spine as she wondered just what he was thinking about in that moment. When he asked her what she wanted to talk about, she let out a soft sigh. Things were relatively okay but he was right—she was worried. How was it that he still didn’t think she was taking advantage of him? She was living in his home, she was here to ask him for money (for her parents) but still. Why didn’t he think she was a bad friend? She was sure others would certainly feel that way. Her eyes were drawn instead to the doodles he was making on her cast, not at all missing the way he was choosing to take up a large amount of space which had her amused for sure. 

“I know I can talk to you about everything, it’s why I’m here…” she murmured before she watched him cap the Sharpie once more and allow her to see wha the’d been working on. It was ridiculous and yet she absolutely loved it. Why did the words send a little thrill through her? Being his ‘property’ wasn’t something she should be impressed by but it was cute because Shivi was that kind of girl. In a relationship, she’d want to belong to her man and expect that he knew he belonged to her as well. But instead—Axel had said these words and now he was stumbling over them which actually had her wonder for a moment if he was feeling those strange things that she’d been experiencing for the last couple of weeks as well. Were these feelings…reciprocated? She heard his question then, and it drew her away from her thoughts as she sighed before taking the seat across from him and giving him a tiny smile.

Shivani was still working on finding the right words to use when he asked her if she was tired of living with him and she quickly shook her head. “What? No I—I honestly love it here,” she told him with a smile, hopeful that it conveyed just how much she appreciated him and his hospitality towards her. “But um—I wanted to talk to you about some things…financial related.” Shivani averted her gaze from his now, needing not to see the annoyance or pity in his eyes that she was sure would appear. “My parents are…they’re still really struggling Axel. The motels occupancy is almost half what it would be at this time of the year and they don’t know if they’ll be able to break even for the summer…I hate to ask you, but can you please…I just need a loan.” Shivani felt herself almost grow weaker as she spoke again. “I feel…horrible asking you for this, not only am I living with you without paying rent or contributing in any way and now I’m asking you for more money…you must think I’m horrible.” 

Lost in the task at hand, Axel didn’t notice a knock coming on his office door, until he heard the pitter patter of feet, heading his way. Looking up from his laptop, a smile spreads across his face at the sight of Shivani. "For you? Always," he said, closing the device and leaning back in his chair. Noticing how at ease she seemed in his space, as if she belonged there, left him breathless. It was a dangerous train of thought, one he quickly derailed. "Come on in. What's on your mind?" As she mentioned her cast, he chuckled. "How could I forget? I've been slacking on my best friend duties." He took the Sharpie from her, gesturing for her to come closer. "Let's remedy that right now. Any requests for my artistic masterpiece?"

While he waited for her response, his gaze went to her lips—his thoughts going back to the kiss that night. He'd been trying to act normal, to not make things weird between them, but it was harder than he'd anticipated. Every time she was near, he found himself hyper-aware of her presence, of the way she moved, of the sound of her voice. It was maddening, really. "So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked, uncapping the marker. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit... I don't know, worried maybe?" He started doodling on her cast, his handwriting a mess of loops and swirls. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I mean, that's what best friends are for."

He glanced up at her, trying to read her expression. Was she here to talk about the kiss? The thought sent a jolt of nervous energy through him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that conversation, but if she wanted to have it, he'd man up and face it. "There," he said, capping the marker and admiring his handiwork. He'd drawn a cartoonish version of himself flexing his muscles with the words 'Property of Axel: Handle with Care' scrawled underneath. "Now everyone will know you belong to me," he joked, immediately regretting his choice of words. "I mean, you know, as my best friend. Not like... you know what I mean." He cleared his throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. "Anyway, what's up? You said you wanted to talk about something?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, giving her his full attention. Despite his own inner turmoil, he was genuinely concerned about what might be bothering her. "Are you getting tired of living here?" God, he fucking hope not. He hadn’t had enough of her yet. 

[falontia]

<<Part 1: here

(Rewritten.)

Where'd our captain go?

[Summary: You get transported into another universe where mark and mack are there and they both have a huge crush on you]

(Pairings: Mark x reader, Mack x reader, Wliford x reader if u squint hard enough.)

{Setting: ISWM part 1, but with mack...and a special guest.}

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The captain was nowhere to be seen today, which was weird because they've always been around the ship checking on minor problems that have happened. This immediately set off an alarm in the two head engineer's heads (ironic..) as they started looking for the captian together, having short lived fights along the way, only stopping because they didnt find the captain in the room.

The whole crew also thought about this, it was weird and unsettling as the halls were now quiet without the captain praising every accomplishment they made. Everyone was uncomfortable and just wanted the captian back.

"In some other universe..."

The captain looked around the decorated room with confusion. First their portable wormhole device doesn't work and now it sucks them into a wormhole in the middle of their comfortable sleep? The captain wasn't even surprised at the fact that wilford was the one who set up the room, yet they were angry at him. "Why did you do that?.." the Captain sleepily asked the energetic man-- who was quite the opposite of what the captain was right now. "Because! Our meeting is now!" Wilford said happily.

"But I thought it wasn-" The captain was about to make a point before they got cut off by a finger to the mouth and wilford quickly making shush noise. They gave in as they were still sleepy, sitting on the couch that seemingly just appeared there. "I did want to say. What's with...those two other people you've been with?," Wilford asked about Mark and Mack, well the captain thought he was asking about them and they were right.

"There's nothing special between us. We are friends." They stated with a serious tone, they were in a bad mood, they did just get sucked by a wormhole into a room which made them dizzy as hell.

Wilford laughed like one of those silly villian side-kicks and quickly pulled out a notebook. Ofcourse he took the captain's words for granted and quickly crossed out a doodle he made of both of the men, then he proceeded to put a heart next to a doodle of the captain and him.

A portal appeared the second he pulled his head up to look at you. Wilford took a knife out of his pocket that the Captain swore wasn't there before. Wilford went to stab the portal but the captain stopped him before he could. "Wilford I am very tired of both your shit and just generally so let me go home," captain groaned. Wilford just rolled his eyes playfully and booped the captain's nose. "You better visit!" Wilford stated. The captain nodded lazily and jumped into the wormhole.

Oh wilford was gonna miss the captain yes, but Mack and Mark were probably having a heart attack.

"In your universe...."

Oh Mark and Mack WERE having heart attacks. They convinced themselves their captain just went outside to check something (with the space suit on) but it has been 35 minutes and that is way too long for someone to be outside in space. Especially if it's the captain.

The captain got 'softly' thrown on the ground (if that even exists) of the air lock with their space suit on. Weird, they recalled being in the storage room sleeping peacefully. (Plot...) The captain excited the air lock their head engineers looking like hurt puppies. Mark immediately hugged their side while also asking why they were gone for so long, while Mack just stared at them longingly. The captain knew both of them had crushes on them yes, but they did want to mess with both of them for a bit. It wouldn't hurt much. They quickly grabbed Mack's arm, making him grab their shoulder and arm for support.

The captain repeatedly petted Mark on the head because...who wouldn't, making him all flustered but he still held dear on to his captian. Mack was even more red than Mark. He kept telling himself he had an image to uphold around the crew and colonists but the crew wasn't here anyways so who's to say how he should act?

As the touch-starves man he is, he leaned in to the captain's touch and all of his stress immediately went away. It was like peace after the storm.

And it was worth it.

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

Lena let out an undignified squeak as she grabbed hold of the bookshelf beside her in an effort to not land on her face.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Lena turned, wiggling her foot back into her heels properly, before freezing, eyes widening at the caped figure now scrambling to her feet.

An array of books and magazines were spread out on the floor, presumably the culprit of her latest near death experience. It was as though National City’s newly revealed superhero had been sitting in between the bookshelves on the library floor… studying?

Lena clutched the cheesy romance novel she had been too busy reading to her chest as Supergirl looked at her in concern.

“Miss?”

Lena’s brain finally restarted and she cleared her throat, straightening her blazer. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Supergirl was wringing the edge of her cape in her fingers, looking far too nervous for someone who was suspected to be the strongest being on Earth by several sapphic blogs that Lena most definitely did not read.

“I’m fine.” She reached out to put a hand on Supergirl’s forearm in an impulse comfort gesture. “I promise.”

Supergirl seemed to relax slightly, some of the tension seeping from her shoulders. She held out a hand. “I’m Kara.”

Any tension that had left her immediately returned tenfold, eyes widening in panic as she froze.

Lena bit back a smile and took Kara’s hand, shaking it despite Kara’s lack of movement. “Lena. And don’t worry - your secret’s safe with me.”

Kara deflated, running a hand through her hair. “Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena laughed and patted Kara’s bicep (definitely the strongest being on Earth). “Maybe you should stop saying names now.”

Kara grimaced. “Oops.” She looked like she was about to say something else but stopped and looked at Lena again. “Wait… are you Lena Luthor?”

Lena straightened up, careful mask falling into place to try to hide the way her heart sped up and her throat constricted. “Yes.”

But before she could launch into her speech about how she was different from the rest of her family and only wanted to help, Kara lit up, crouching down to shuffle through her piles of literature until she came up with an issue of a science magazine from a few years ago.

“I just read your article about sustainable building and how we can introduce cost-effective eco-friendly measures to construction to reduce the damage done to the environment and promote a symbiotic relationship with nature.”

Lena blinked.

Kara almost poked herself in the eye before redirecting the movement to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I just thought it was really interesting. You’re probably tired of people asking you about your work.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “No I… I don’t mind.”

Kara smiled and Lena found her heart racing for an entirely different reason. She redirected her attention to the books scattered on the floor.

“So what’s National City’s resident superhero doing studying civil engineering, first aid and… veterinary science on the floor of the library?”

Kara blushed and knelt down to start scooping up all her things. “Sorry - I know I should have been at a desk I just got carried away.”

The pile of books was up to Kara’s eyebrows when she stood up and Lena laughed, taking the top third of them from her. “And I shouldn’t have been reading and walking. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Supergirl shrugged, toeing at the worn carpet with her red boots. “I’m new at the whole superhero thing. I don’t know where to freeze breath a building to hold it up or how to save someone who’s got water in their lungs from almost drowning. The other day I rescued a snake from a tree and tried to wrap it up in my cape to keep it warm and the owner told me ‘thanks, but reptiles are cold-blooded so they don’t warm up like that.’” She pouted at Lena. “The owner was a ten year old.”

Lena bit back a smile. “So you’re trying to learn how to be a better superhero?”

She shrugged and bit her lip. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

Lena considered her for a moment. “You know, I happen to have degrees in a few different kinds of engineering. And I made everyone at L-corp, including myself, take a first aid course when I took over.”

Kara looked as though she was trying to contain her hopeful expression. It wasn’t working very well, although that probably wasn’t surprising since her motto was ‘hope, help, and compassion for all.’

Kara bounced on her toes excitedly. “Would you help?”

Lena grinned and gestured to the left with her head. “Come on, I know which desk is the best in the library.”

———

It became somewhat of a routine after that. Every Saturday, Lena would go to the library as normal, pick out a new cheesy romance novel for the week and some kind of thick science book to hide it underneath, and then meet Supergirl in the back corner of the library, at the desk hidden behind the spare computers from the 90s where no one would find them.

Kara would normally already be there, pouring over texts and making notes in coloured pens and highlighters. Lena had bought her a rainbow of folders and dividers for each of the aspects of superheroing she was trying to improve in, and they had spent one very unproductive but fun day labelling and decorating them. They were now covered in random doodles, squiggly multicoloured patterns, and stickers that Kara had found in a rotating rack by the front desk, immediately claiming were essential for her learning.

During the week, Lena would keep an eye on any news of Supergirl, getting some strange looks from Jess when she walked into her office to see Lena cheering as Kara did something they’d worked on together. At the weekend she would listen to Kara excitedly retell those same events until the librarian came over to shush them. She seemed to be the only person in National city that wasn’t completely charmed by Supergirl, and it always led to half an hour of Kara pouting and asking Lena why the librarian didn’t like her.

It was a few weeks before Lena got there first. She frowned, checking the surrounding isles of books for any caped figures but they were all empty as usual.

She sat at their desk and opened up the book she had randomly grabbed off a shelf, putting her latest romance novel inside it to covertly read. It was called ‘Lost and Found: A Love Story’, the back of it claiming it was about a woman who ‘drops her scarf at a train station but ends up finding something much more meaningful in the woman she bumps into at the lost and found.’ It was exactly as awful as it sounded.

Kara bounded up to the table about 20 minutes later, a coffee cup in each hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder that made her cape bunch up awkwardly. She beamed at Lena and set a coffee down in front of her.

“Guess what I just did.”

Lena slammed the books shut inside each other, scrambling to put her arms over them and rest her chin in her hand casually. “What?”

Kara either didn’t notice or didn’t care, rounding the desk and putting her bag down on it with a grin. “I laservisioned the supports of a broken crane back together using some metal from a billboard and now it’s totally fine for use again.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “What happened to the crane in the first place?”

Kara’s cheeks heated and she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck as she mumbled, “I may have flown into it a little bit.”

She scowled at Lena as Lena started laughing but it was undermined by the way her lips tugged up.

“Oh!” Kara lit up and started rifling through her bag. “I brought you this.”

She held out a book with a bright smile. Lena’s eyes widened as she looked down at the cover of what was very clearly another cheesy romance.

“It’s my favourite love story. It’s a bit like the one you’re reading at the moment but better, in my opinion. I thought you might like it.”

“What?” Lena scoffed. “I wasn’t reading a romance. I was reading…” she glanced over to check what book she had picked up, internally filling with regret as she read the title, but she had already committed to the facade. “The rhyming dictionary.”

Kara was very clearly trying not to laugh. “Ok. Well I’ll just leave this one here. And in case you didn’t know,” she leaned closer to Lena’s ear as she climbed into her seat, and whispered, “I have x-ray vision.”

Lena blushed, refusing to look at Kara’s smug grin. She cleared her throat and moved her books off to the side, along with the one Kara had put down, as casually as possible, and attempted to change the subject.

“So you remembered about weight distribution in support structures?”

Kara paused in taking folders and notes out her bag to turn to Lena excitedly, rambling on about her save, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Lena picked up her coffee as she listened with a soft smile, absentmindedly taking a sip.

She frowned down at the cup. “Is this my usual?”

Kara paused in her rambling. “Yeah. Does it not taste right?”

Lena shook her head, staring back down at her perfect coffee, cheeks heating at the heart drawn in latte art that Kara probably didn’t even have anything to do with. “No I just… I didn’t know you knew my order.”

Kara grinned, raising an eyebrow (Lena should never have taught her how to do that). “Perhaps you’re not as elusive as you think, Lena Luthor.”

———

Lena arrived at the library one Saturday to find Supergirl staring at the front doors like she might set light to them any moment.

“What’s wrong Supergirl? Lose a fight with a door handle?”

Kara turned to her with a pout, pointing at a sign hanging on the other side of the glass. It read ‘Library closed until 23rd due to water damage. Apologies for the inconvenience.’

Lena sighed.

“Where am I going to get my books for this week, Lena? I’m never going to understand civil engineering without them.”

Lena bit the inside of her cheek, the rational part of her brain at war with the part that was helpless to the superhero’s pout. It had to be one of her superpowers because Lena would never admit she was actually soft.

She tore her gaze away, trying to seem casual. “I actually have some engineering textbooks at my apartment. I guess you could borrow them if you wanted.”

Lena squeaked as Supergirl crushed her in a bear hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Lena laughed, trying to turn it inconspicuously into a cough when a passerby gave a slightly shocked and confused look at the sight of a Luthor and a Super laughing on the library steps. Kara dropped her back to her feet, stepping back with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

Lena shook her head with a smile. She turned to go but as she went to gesture for Kara to follow, her hand caught against Kara’s. Her brain misfired and decided in the split second where her index finger hooked onto Kara’s pinkie that the best course of action was to commit to it and simply hold hands. In an attempt to make it seem less affectionate and more practical, she walked off quickly, dragging Kara along in the direction of her apartment.

She could feel Kara’s smile like rays of sun behind her. At least her hair was down to cover up the heat that was creeping up the back of her neck.

Her apartment was only a few minutes from the library. She had to slap Kara’s hand away from the elevator buttons before she pressed them all, marveling at how many floors there were.

“So this is where you live?” Kara looked around the hallway, panicking when she snapped a leaf off of a decorative plant, while Lena unlocked the penthouse door.

Lena pretended not to see her discreetly dropping the leaf into the plant pot but raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Supergirl. I just decided we should come and stare at this random person’s door.”

Kara ignored her, walking past into her apartment and looking down at the city below through the large floor to ceiling windows. “Nice view. I should take you flying sometime - it’s even better from up in the clouds, especially at night.”

Lena closed the front door, trying not to think about romantic flights and being cradled in strong arms. “I’ll go get the textbooks.”

She moved towards her home office, Kara trailing behind in interest. The engineering textbooks were over in the left corner and she scanned the alphabetised section for the ones she wanted.

Kara ran her fingers over the spines of books until Lena was done. She smirked at Lena, letting her hand trail teasingly down the bookshelf before she left. Lena blushed as she realised why. Kara had found her fiction section, over half the books in which were very clearly a certain genre.

Lena groaned and followed her out.

They spent the entire afternoon on the floor around Lena’s coffee table, going through the textbooks, laughing over Kara’s constant puns, and eating the seemingly endless supply of snacks Kara produced from her bag. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set that Lena realised how long they’d spent simply telling jokes and stories.

It was alarmingly easy to just be around Kara. Strangely, Lena didn’t think she minded.

———

Lena frowned as someone knocked on her door. It was a Saturday morning and she was just about to leave to meet Supergirl at the library.

She only grew more confused as she opened the door to see a fluffy white cloud panting happily at her and squirming in her direction. A head poked out from behind it, looking just as happy.

“Lena, hi! Sorry to just turn up but the mean librarian lady threw me out because apparently you aren’t allowed to play fetch in the library.”

Lena stared at the woman currently holding a large puppy in front of her, familiar blonde curls pinned back and glasses slipping down her nose. “…Kara?”

Kara blinked at her for a moment before she seemed to realise. “Oh! Right. Sorry - this is what I look like normally. When I’m not being Supergirl I mean. Alex said I wasn’t allowed to wear the suit all the time because it had to be washed.”

Lena nodded slowly, trying to reconcile the image of this Kara with Supergirl and to not think too hard about the implications of Kara being comfortable enough around her to show her her civilian identity. “Right. Why do you have a dog?”

Kara lit up. “I saved an animal shelter from a fire and they let me adopt this guy. Isn’t he adorable?”

Lena looked at the matching faces of excitement. “Very cute. But why is he here?”

Kara shrugged. “Well I couldn’t leave him after I’d just adopted him so I thought he could join us for our study session?”

Lena crossed her arms and Kara pouted. It was somewhat undermined by the puppy licking her face and making her giggle but Lena was still helpless to resist.

“Ok but he better not mess up any of my stuff.”

“Yes!” Kara grinned, wiggling the puppy excitedly, his ears flopping about.

Kara kissed her cheek on her way into the apartment and Lena’s heart skipped a beat. The puppy licked her in an attempt to join in but even that didn’t stop the way her heart raced.

They settled on the couch, facing each other as Lena quizzed Kara with flashcards. The puppy alternated between curling up in Kara’s lap and zooming around Lena’s living room, falling over his own paws.

“Ok, last one. How do you treat a sprain?”

“Ice it with my freezebreath, wrap it so it’s compressed but not cutting off circulation, keep it elevated.”

Lena grinned proudly. “That’s it! Done.”

Kara threw her hands in the air in delight, squealing as she propelled herself forwards to tackle Lena to the couch. She pulled back just as quickly, pushing up to brace herself over Lena.

“Sorry. I got excited.”

All the breath had deserted Lena’s lungs and she stared up at Kara. A light flush rose on Kara’s cheeks, pale pink against the deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the freckles that dusted her skin.

The flashcards slipped from Lena’s grasp as she surged up to meet Kara’s lips. Kara’s arms almost buckled but she caught herself. And then she was kissing back.

Lena’s hands slid up Kara’s back, practically pulling Kara down on top of her.

They were both breathing hard when they pulled apart, eyes closed and foreheads rested together.

Kara was smiling softly down at her when she finally opened her eyes. She had shifted to hold herself up on one hand and one elbow, her free hand gently stroking back Lena’s hair.

She looked like she was about to say something when she did a double take over the armrest of the couch behind Lena and her soft look turned into a wince. “What was it you said about the puppy not messing up any of your stuff?”

[high-pot-in-noose]

It's actually kinda trippy for me that my online identity is more or less 'a writer'. I love literature, writing, and so on, of course, (except the actual typing part) but it makes me wonder how I got here, to be this way.

For the first two decades of my life, anyone who knew me could be asked about what kind of person I was, and everyone would say without hesitation, "an artist." Family, friends, classmates, teachers, people who only knew of me by word-of-mouth — if they knew nothing else about me, they'd still know that [my name] meant 'artist.' I was the stereotype of an art kid, the kind you might find in a cartoon. Paint on my hands and clothes; expensive mediums kept carefully in my day-to-day bag; partially finished projects always on-hand to start working on no matter where or when.

No one, not even myself, looked at me and thought, "writer." The only writing I did was in English class, and only non-fiction. I was garbage at fiction — I spent so much time on art, I literally did not know how conversations worked; my dialogues felt like they were written by a new and confused AI.

Well, that's not completely true — I wrote 'poetry,' too. But I will be perfectly honest with myself about it for the first time in my life — what I put to paper back then was not really poetry, it was doodling with letters. I used flowery language and metaphors to describe scenarios that went nowhere, that meant nothing, that didn't come from any sort of sincerity, just for the lovely way it sounded and felt being read aloud. It was another medium that I used to create pretty pictures of fake things, but meant to be seen in your mind instead of with your eyes. They didn't mean anything.

Actually none of my art ever meant anything.

At lot of my best works were just things I cobbled together for fun, just to see what the end result would look like. And then people would see them and be like, "Oh, this is so powerful. It's so heavy, I'm tearing up. What does it mean?" And then I would pull bullshit out of my ass for it, saying this and that as I looked over the painting or sculpture and try to see what it was that person was apparently seeing.

What was it that they were seeing? I still don't know; those things I made are still just colorful lines and dots and swirls on a receptive surface that made a pattern just by coincidence. Just splashes of paint that fell in a form that happened to mean a feeling in the eyes of someone who saw it. They don't mean anything, they're not saying anything, they're just lying to everyone that they do, and I lied along with them because I didn't want to hurt anyone by saying that they're seeing love when there's actually none.

I suppose that's why I don't make art anymore. I got tired of lying. And these days my artistic skills are so degraded I can't even fake it anymore even if I wanted to. It's more honest this way, I think.

I think I like myself better as a writer. When something I write evokes a sentiment, it's because I intended to, and what's felt is exactly what's meant to be felt. Words can mean many things, but I know exactly what those things mean, and so every interpretation is by design. If it hurts, if it enrages, if it makes the reader laugh — yes, that's what it means, that's what I mean.

And so I feel a little more understood. And so I think I'm also more understanding. You know what I feel, I know what you feel, and we're feeling it together like we're sitting next to next even though were separated by thousands of miles. You'll never know me as Artist (a lie), that thing I used to think I was, but you know me as Writer (the truth), what I am and still will be.

[enhyupn]

⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

‘y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

[call-me-the-cassie]

Between the Lines

Written for @liiilyevans for the Potterverse Gift exchange. This got out of hand and developed into a multichapter fic, but I'll try to post a part every day. Happy holidays!

No one could reasonably expect to meet their soulmate in Introductory Mechanics, mused Lily halfway into her first class of the semester, but the boy with messy hair sitting two rows ahead of her would do quite well as the star of her daydreams for a while.

If she were the sort to lie to herself, Lily would have pretended that he hadn’t caught her attention the moment she walked into the lecture room and saw him already there, looking unduly excited about what was supposed to be the toughest class that year. As someone who considered such deception beneath her, however, Lily freely admitted that she was instantly attracted to the bloke, his enthusiasm for lectures scheduled at 8:00 AM notwithstanding.

Dear bloke in grey hoodie, she started writing absentmindedly as Professor Flitwick went on about the quality of work he expected from his students,

You must really love Mechanics, to be so awake. You’re hanging on to Flitwick’s every word, it’s almost sickening. I would not have thought you’d be a teacher’s pet. Can you not feel the boredom in the air? Does it not lull you to sleep? I’m no mechanics hater myself, but it’s simply too early for this. You’re not an early morning person, are you? I thought you were cute, but this might be a deal breaker. I can’t daydream about a guy who likes doing things at 8:00 AM, it would never work.

I’ll wait till the next lecture to judge you harshly, but you’re on shaky ground. You’re lucky I like your hair.

Later, Lily.

As far as letters went, that was probably not her best effort, but Lily had no intentions of sending the grey-hoodie-messy-hair dude her silly little note. No, she’d just been trying to stay awake while Flitwick went on an unrelated tangent, that was all.

I’m already tired of this class, she texted her roommate after the hour was finally over and she left the depressingly dull room.

That’s why I’m not there:), Mary texted back, and how Lily envied her new friend’s ability to skip classes without the slightest bit of guilt. She, however, didn’t work that way, so she resigned herself to the long, exhausting semester looming ahead.

Two days later, Lily had almost forgotten about the messy haired boy when she walked into her second mechanics lecture, determined to not let her mind drift away from the topic at hand, no matter how sweet sleep may seem.

Her good intentions lasted all of twenty minutes, before Flitwick started a brief recap and her attention wandered away.

She glanced lazily around the room, her eyes brightening a little when she saw the boy who had caught her attention a couple of days ago.

Dear grey hoodie bloke, she wrote again,

I can’t tell if you’re still listening to Flitwick, but you seem suspiciously awake to me. What’s your secret, grey hoodie bloke? Is it those doodles you’re doodling right now? At least, I assume you’re doodling, because there’s nothing to write here. Unless you’re so much of a swot that you’re taking notes of a RECAP. You’re not, are you? I mean, I admire due diligence towards work, but this is just pointless. It’s okay to zone out a bit, really.

Oh crap, he’s moved on to the next topic. Later, grey hoodie bloke.

Lily had to admit that Flitwick was a good teacher, but it was pointless trying to deny that no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t maintain her focus through his slow paced teaching, not so early in the day.

She also had to admit that her missives to the boy she had christened grey hoodie bloke certainly made things more interesting. Her notes were interspersed with random observations written to him, and it kept her attention centred in the lecture room.

His name was James Potter, she found out a week later when they both hung back after class to ask Flitwick a few questions about an assignment. He seemed a pleasant enough fellow, she decided, despite the fact that he was almost annoyingly perky in the early morning classes.

I’ll look past your morning chirpiness, she wrote another day,

But only because I’m planning on asking to borrow your notes later, so your state of alertness works to my advantage, really. You’re an unwitting minion in my diabolic plots, Potter.

She caught him before leaving, and he relinquished his notes with a smile that made Lily’s heart beat a little faster, but he seemed to be in too much of a hurry to stay and chat.

“You can return them tomorrow, yeah?”, he asked, and when Lily nodded in reply, he rushed out the door with a friendly wave in her direction.

If Lily was disappointed with the length of the conversation, she at least had no reason to complain when she found that his notes were thorough enough to suit her purposes.

[quillsanddaydreams]

teddy bear

fred weasley x reader

—author’s note: I really have no explanation for this except that I saw an old fic of mine and the idea just struck. This is a re-imagined version of 'don't say goodbye' from my main i.e. @with-love-anu Fred had been spending lesser and lesser time with you every day and you couldn't take it anymore.

—warning(s): mentions of food and drinks, break up, angst but it's hurt and comfort, low-key descriptions of anxiety attack. gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story) 

—wordcount: 2,190

The fire crackled orange and gold, painting the dark walls. You were sitting right beside the mantle looking at the wall ticking. It was 11:35pm. Fred should’ve been home hours ago.

Tilting your head, you ran your thumb through the sharp edge’s of the photo frame. Friendly— happy faces smiled back at you. It was you and Fred from your 6th year. He had an arm around you, kissing your cheek before winking at the camera. Oh you remembered that day. Vividly. The two of you had just started dating after months of pining. Fred had been an absolute sweetheart. One date led to the next and you didn’t realise you two had spent years together. From graduating from hogwarts, to working your way up on your jobs, moving in together… You were madly in love and nothing else seemed to have mattered.

Everything looked great. Looked. Your parents often told you about ichs. A common rash. Ignore it and it will go away. Scratch it, and it will make your life hell. They never told you however, how long it takes. And you had been shutting your eyes to this one far too long. Fred was never there. Never. Both of you had jobs. Demanding jobs. Yet it seemed Fred was the only one without a moment to spare.

Your morning began with you getting up and ready for your day. Freshening up, making breakfast for the two of you— storing Fred’s with a quick warming spell and a note because you knew you’ll be gone by the time he woke up. Never having the heart to rouse him you simply smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, apprating to the ministry. When you came back, he would still be at the shop, working late into the night. Exhaustion caught you, you were unable to keep yourself from falling asleep after 12.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed your head back staring at the ceiling above. The thing was that you missed him. Terribly. You couldn’t even remember the time he held you, let alone ask about your day— it had been months. There had been a hundred times, sitting alone having dinner or seeing his side of the bed empty. Loneliness caught with you reminisened all the times he would pull you over his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. Telling you about the newest invention at his shop. All confrontations with him about the same had ended the same way. With him promising he would try. He never did.

Glancing at the clock again, you felt your body grow hot with anger. It was nearly midnight. You had left him a note to come home early that day. Promotion at work had flashed like the perfect occasion to catch up. Happiness had been bubbling through you all day. Although as time passed, your excitement dulled. The food turned cold and ice in the firewhiskey bucket had melted. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt your stomach churn. There was a pop as the door opened to reveal a disheveled Fred. He gave you a small smile before moving straight towards the bedroom.

“Fred,” you called out, clearing your throat and wiping away the tears. Did he really not notice? “Did you get my note?”

“Hmm?” he said, shuffling through his drawer. “Oh! Yes I did, sorry but work came up love, couldn’t make it.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Work?” you asked, agitated. “What work keeps you out until midnight Fred?”

His answering sigh infuriated you further.

“You need to change your work schedule, Fred,” you said, crossing your arms. “George comes back to Angelina before 8. I’m sure you can manage before 9. I don't see you Fred. I don't get to talk to you or spend a moment with you. It's like I'm living alone— I spent more time with you before we moved in!”

Fred squeezed his eyes shut, tired.

“I’ll try, I promise,” he said after a minute. “Let’s eat first, shall we?”

“No, Fred. You promise me that every time,” you hissed. “I want you to tell me you’ll be home tomorrow before 9. Like a normal person.”

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Fred snapped. “I thought you would be more supportive of me and my business.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you threatened. “I’ve been there for you every step of the way. What I am asking you is for you to take out some time for me. I need you to be there for me too!”

“Well excuse me for wanting to earn enough money for our future. For wishing you didn’t have to work to live a happy life.”

“Fred,” you said, your voice a dangerous whisper. “You know exactly how much I love my job. I’ve always been happy working. What has gotten into you? You were always so supportive of me!”

Something crossed Fred’s eye and he took a step back, shaking himself. He took a deep breath.

“Listen,” Fred said calmly. “It’s late now, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“When, Fred? When? In the morning, when you are asleep or at night which is the time right now?”

Fred remained silent. It felt like you were bursting. All the frustration, sadness and disappointment poured in.

“It hurts, Fred. It hurts and it feels like I’m alone in this. People ask me how we are doing and I don’t know what to tell them. I have no idea what’s going on with the person I live with. I don’t even know where our relationship is goin—”

“You know what?” Fred said, finally losing his cool, throwing his hands in the air. “If you feel so alone, maybe you wouldn’t find a difference if we even separate.”

You gasped.

“I’m going to give you a moment to take that back,” you hushed. Fred crossed his arms. “Think about it before telling me you meant it.”

“Listen, you know I put my work above anything else,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’ve always wanted to be rich enough so people like Malfoy wouldn’t dare to insult me or my family. That shop. It’s my life. It’s everything that lets me afford the things I never could.”

“So the shop’s more important to you than having me stay?” you said, your throat heavy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand you searched Fred’s face. The face you had fallen in love with, the one that didn’t quite meet your eyes now which forebode tears. No you couldn’t cry now. Not when he disregarded your job you had been so passionate about, not when his status in life was more important to him. When Fred didn’t say anything, you let out a dry laugh. Shaking your head you moved towards your wardrobe, your head thumping. You took out a couple of your clothes, money and some documents, packing up a bag. Fred stared at you wide eyed as you went for the door.

“What are you doing?” he demanded as you opened the door moving out.

“Well, since you don’t care if we separate and your shop is the only thing you’re living for; it only seems fair that I leave,” you said, furiously rubbing away the tear that fell down your cheek. “Oh and Weasley? I hope you become the wealthiest wizard in the country.”

The last thing you saw was Fred’s shook form before a familiar house came into view. Knocking on your best friend’s door, you wondered whether you should have taken a hotel. It was very late after all. Before you could turn back and leave, Ruhaan opened up. He looked sleepy but his expression changed on seeing you.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s the—”

“Can I stay here tonight?” you blurted. “I’ll crash on the couch... ”

Ruhaan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you in.

“Of course you can,” he said as your throat felt heavy. “You’re always welcome here, what happened?”

“I… we broke up,” you croaked. Admitting things aloud often made things real. Stating your breakup to Ruhaan made you really assess the situation. Blood rushed to your head as you realised you really just left back someone you had loved for six long years. Still did. Your legs wobbled making you lose your balance but Ruhaan held you steady.

“I can’t believe it… I… love him…” you gulped.

“Let me first get you some tea,” he said, rubbing your sides.

-♡♡♡-

Fred was a mess. He fell on the floor with a thump, realising what happened moments ago. You left. The person he had loved all his life had left him. And it was his fault. All those months he had been trying to get the latest product to work. George had given up on it long ago knowing well how dangerous it was to work on. Yet he stood back, working extra hours determined to get it done. It made him lose sight of what was important, you. His heart constricted as he felt like he couldn’t breath. Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he let out a frustrated shout. He had finally lost everything.

For the next few days, Fred worked as an auto pilot. Numbness had caught up to him. He couldn’t bring himself to eat or sleep. Your thoughts plagued him. It was like he was watching your face fall as you moved out over and over again. The apartment felt devoid of spirit— dark and cold. Fred missed you, your smile as he sleepily joined you in bed, pulling you closer; your notes with little doodles telling him to take care… George vaguely knew about what happened, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. Visits to your best friend’s place have always gone the same. Ruhaan told him you weren’t there.

Fred wanted— needed you. He loved you. Always did. And he would be damned if he failed to show you. Again. Washing his face, he apparated to Ruhaan’s door again. Biting the inside of his cheek, he waited as a familiar face came into view sighing on spotting him.

“Fred,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve told you…”

“Please,” he said, cutting him off. “Please, I know what I’ve done. Terrible won’t start to describe it. Just give me a chance to talk. I won’t push. I won’t. I am really ashamed of the things I did. At least let me make it right…”

Ruhaan searched his face, mentally debating with himself. Fred was pleading, begging. He would do anything to make this right.

“Alright, don’t screw this up,” Ruhaan said, ushering him in directing him towards your room. “The first door on the right.”

Fred nodded, moving briskly to where he indicated. Heart pounding, he knocked. Your voice came throaty, calling him in. When he saw you, his breath caught up. You looked terrible. Dark circles under red puffy eyes, nestled up in blankets. Noticing him, you sat up straighter.

“I told Ruhaan I didn’t want to see you,” you muttered. Fred moved to sit beside you. You looked away.

“I…” he began, not finding the correct words. “I brought this for you…”

He fished out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. It transformed into a teddy bear as the pack touched you, splaying itself over your hand like a rock. You narrowed your eyes at Fred.

“I’ve been working on this in secret for the last six months,” he rasped. “A teddy bear for blue days. The more I worked on it, the stiffer it became. I could not imagine what exactly I was doing wrong. I tried charming it, transforming it, twisting and twerking it around...”

“Fred,” you said, cutting him off. He blinked as streaks of heavy tears fell down his cheek.

“I was so fucking angry and determined to make it work that I couldn’t see anything else than that,” he sobbed. “I’ve said and done things that I couldn’t forgive myself for. I’ve made promises I never followed and I’ve let you go. I… I know that there is no reason for you to even hear me out right now. But I can’t lose you. I can’t… I can’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you back but I don’t want to say goodbye to the best thing in my life. Please. You don’t have to excuse me but give me one opportunity to make it up to you.”

You inhaled sharply.

“You’ll come home before 9?” you asked.

“At seven everyday.”

“You’ll spare time for me?”

“Dates every other weekend.”

“You’ll cook everything for the next 3 weeks?” you said as Fred let out a breathy chuckle.

“Only your favourites.”

You looked at his face, wet from crying. Eyes praying for your answer.

“You’ll kiss me right now?” you said as a dull surprise crossed his face. He cradled your face, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, body relaxing for the first time in days.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice low. You held his hand, squeezing it.

“I know.”

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

⟨⟨REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED⟩⟩

[punkylilwitch]

Self improvement

A large part of witchcraft seems to be self improvement. Especially with the use of shadow work and the emphasis on exploration of the world and trusting your own intuition. I appreciate the craft for being something people can rely on without the pressures of knowingly self improving; sometimes knowing something is self improvement makes it more tiring, at least to me. 

It is also nice because I have had quite a few self-improvement habits that I can now safely say counts as witchcraft, and it feels like knocking out two in one.

Here’s some good tips I follow and stuff I do/use!!

Apps:

Dalio; helps you keep track of your mood and sends a reminder every day! You can set goals for yourself to do every day, and you make your own moods and activities so you can totally customize things! (even what color scheme the whole app follows is customizable

#SelfCare; this app is very serene! It is witchcraft based and contains a lot of relaxing and simple minigames, as well as several methods of tracking your thoughts

Recolor; as it sounds, this is an app all about coloring! As simple as it sounds, it is a nice way of getting into your own head while you get lost in the coloring. There is a posting function and filters you can put on your art if you’d like, but this feature is very optional!

De-Stressors:

Doodling; I love to doodle and let my imagination run free! There is no pressure to be good or even right when you're doodling. My favorite thing to do is combinations, colors, and shapes! Recently I’ve done this with the rainbow, cramming things together, making sure that for every color there's a certain number of shapes, and using the most of the space on my sketchbook or canvas!

Learning; I know this sounds stressful, but hear me out! I love to learn, and so whenever I’m bored, I teach myself something new or remind myself of something old. I am of the belief that everyone has an inherit desire to learn, it’s just that a lot of us don’t follow the same learning methods as others. Explore this! I, for example, like to listen to background noise often and I tend to memorize the topics I am listening to. So, if I draw or play videogames or something else that I find mindless while listening to something, it’s easier for me to retain the information because I have memories attached to it. It’s like teaching yourself associations. Maybe, every time you hear a key word in what you're listening to, you draw a swirl. And for another word, draw a line. Or in videogames, try to get this supply every time you hear this word. that way you’re encouraging the thought and the flow of information, and it will help you listen out for that important word, or snap you to attention when you hear it from somewhere. In this way, you can feel busy and productive in a way that is much less stressful than putting all your attention on studying or learning. This is how I have been able to retain all A’s during the pandemic; because I can learn how I prefer to learn.

Shadow work

Shadow work tends to put together a lot of scary stuff, because it forces you to pay attention, acknowledge, and attempt to solve or mediate all your biggest fears and flaws. This is a massively scary and stressful thing to do, so I would encourage you to find a way to have fun with it! Maybe that means using social media, which is something I am trying to do on this account. But maybe you’re like me and you really like lists, in which I would recommend making a table of content first. This way you can list off what you do and it will make it more satisfying to do shadow work, since you get to cross those topics off once you're done.

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That’s all I’ll say for now, gotta save some for future posts ;)

But just keep in mind that witchcraft is stressful and it is not easy, but what makes someone smart isn’t their ability to mindlessly do something, but it is their ability to find the shortcuts to make life a little easier and/or more fun! :))

[forever-rogue]

How about some softness with Din? Perhaps some star gazing? Just something gentle 🥺

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

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It was quiet. For once.

There were no sounds of people, no raucous laughter, no hushed whispered, no words spewed in anger.

There was no machinery; no beeping or chirping droids rolling and moving about. No sounds of people working on ships, or some other crafts.

There were no animals crawling and squirming about, singing their songs as they tried to gather food and care for their young. There weren’t even any in sight. It was almost odd; part of you found it unnerving, the other part was glad for the moment alone. It was a moment to breath and relax, stolen along the way in a journey that had pushed past your breaking point and then further.

You were sure you were a rubber band rather a living breathing human. You were pushed and pulled to one extreme and then another and then back again. Gone through so much and survived even more. Surely no human should have been capable of surviving so much. Perhaps you weren’t human at all, but some sort of machine masquerading as one.

But then there were the little things. The little things that remained you that you did in fact possess a heart, that you did have feelings, that you were in fact, surrounded by love even when it didn’t feel like it.

It was a lot of those little things that made your heart feel like it was one pristine organ rather than a fragile, tiny object that had been smashed into thousands of pieces that had been roughly taped up again to resemble something real. It was the small laughs that met your ears in the late evenings or early morning. It was the gentle touches that seemed to linger when when they were long over. It was the soft kisses that were pressed all over your skin with nothing but reverence and adoration. It was being reminded that you weren’t the terrible person you had made yourself out to be, that you were a good person that deserved love and was capable of loving in return.

You hoped that feeling would never evaporate and disappear into thing air like so many other things did.

But for now it was quiet. Quiet enough to let you breathe, but the soft winds through the grass didn’t let your mind wander too far. You were thankful for that; when it was too silent the thoughts you had jammed to the far recesses of your mind crept forward. One day you’d have to unpack them, but for now, you chose to leave them to the side. You had a never multitude of things to worry about on a day to day basis.

A soft sigh escaped your chapped lips as you sat down on the hard ground and stared into the dark night sky. A shiver ran down your spine as you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and chase away some of the soul crushing chill. You weren’t uncomfortable per se, but you could have been warmer; those were luxuries that you’d learn to live without a long time ago. Who had the time to think about comfort when they were constantly on the run?

But tonight, as you stared at the glittering, twinkling stars that danced in the pitch dark sky, you felt...almost hopeful. Almost calm. Almost normal. There was something about seeing such beauty in the sky that reminded you that you weren’t alone. You weren’t the only one feeling like that is; you weren’t the first and you wouldn’t be the last. There was such an oddly calming feeling about this speck of beauty in the chaos.

And then -

“Cyare?”

The silence was gone. Broken. Just like you often felt. But the same man that had broken the silence had repaired you over and over again. As you had him. A perfect harmony in a broken galaxy.

“Din,” his name was light. Easy. With a groan - not of annoyance but of weariness - he plopped onto the ground and sat next to you. Touching. But barely. Just close enough so you knew he was there. A blanket was deftly placed around your tired bodies and you keened into his touch. A learned, practiced tango.

“It’s cold,” he mused as you nodded in agreement. It was too cold to be out there probably. But that had never stopped either of you before, “dark.”

“It’s night time,” you reminded him, a teasing, lilting tone in your voice. There was that love coming out again. So easily - effortlessly, “I like the stars. It makes things feel a little less lonely.”

“You’re not alone.”

No. You had him and a small green son. You were never alone, despite what the looming, lingering thoughts insisted.

A small smile crept onto your features at the gentle reminder.

“I know,” a hand touch. Yours squeezing his; his gloves were off and you were met with bare skin. If you would have turned your head, even just a minute fraction, you would have seen his face. You would have seen him watching you with reverence etched in those soft brown eyes.

You kept your gaze trained towards the heavens, counting all the dotted stars you could spy. You’d done a lot of things in your life some good, some bad, many questionable. But you’d never betray someone’s trust; especially not that of your Mandalorian.

“I love you,” it a quiet declaration after a few beats of quiet. It had increased in frequency over the past year. But every time it felt still new and invigorating. A fresh reminder that you were worthy. Fingers laced together; callous skin contrasting with softness.

“I love you,” a reminder from you to settle his own hopes and fears. It was a promise; that one day things would be different. That one day things would be calm and tranquil - domestic. You hoped that day would come soon. You weren’t sure how much more bending and snapping you could handle. The promise of the future was enough to keep you firm and true, “where’s the little one?”

“Sleeping,” you offered a nod of understanding, “as you should be. You must be tired.”

“I am,” you agreed, “can’t sleep. I wanted to watched the stars.”

“Can I stay?”

“Always,” this time was a head on his shoulder. Gone was the armor. He wasn’t the Mandalorian right now. He was Din Djarin; plain-clothed and human; flesh and blood versus beskar. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. A sigh - one of relief.

It was quiet again. The only sound was a breath for a breath - steady inhale and exhale. Words weren’t necessary. Silence spoke volumes. Din had never been a man of many words. But you didn’t need him to be. This was okay too.

This was enough. You were enough - Din was enough.

Enough, enough, enough.

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[startanewdream]

All the time with you

Lily was avoiding him.

Which would be nothing new to James except they were dating for two weeks now and she was his girlfriend - she had said yes when he’d asked her, twice, so James was sure if that - and James had thought everything was fine between them.

It seemed like that when he’d meet her for breakfast - she had kissed him softly on the lips, her eyes closed a second longer when they broke apart as if she was still savouring that kiss and she had beamed at him. They had gone together to Potions class, but then, in the middle of class, when her potion was brewing, she had withdrawn suddenly, edgy on her spot, and she had briefly talked with Professor Slugnorn before vanishing her potion and abandoning class.

That was it. She had left with barely a wave to him, just telling him she would see him later.

But she wasn’t in the Common Room in their next free period and she hadn’t showed up for lunch either. None of her friends seemed to know where she was, which meant James had to resort to search for her in the Marauder’s Map.

‘That’s a little bit stalker, don’t you think?’, Sirius asked, his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. He always thought it was amusing when James freaked out about Lily as if he could see something James was blind to.

‘I am worried’, James said, very reasonable. Lily was missing - maybe something had happened, maybe she was in the Hospital Wing, maybe she had met someone who was far more interesting than James and…

Well, maybe he was overreacting a little.

But finding Lily was easy - her dot was still on her bed, alone.

On the one place James couldn’t get to her.

‘Oh, Merlin. This is bad’.

‘What is bad?’ Sirius asked, coming to sit on James’ bed and following James’ trembling finger on the Map. ‘She is in her dormitory’.

‘I can’t go there - don’t you see what that means? She is avoiding me’.

Sirius blinked, not impressed.

‘I think she is avoiding everyone, Prongs’.

It could be, but not everyone was her very concerned boyfriend.

‘Probably she was just tired and took advantage of Slug’s love for her to drop out of the class’.

‘That’s it, Lily loves Potions. She wouldn’t leave class unless there was a reason’.

‘Tired, like I said. Aren’t you two overworking to finish that Christmas event?’

James nodded, hoping there wasn’t any guilt showing up on his face. Sure, the Christmas event was one of the things the Heads had to organize, but he and Lily were taking way longer that it was needed just because they had been too entertained with each other in the past two weeks - it turned out that the Prefect’s Room was empty if all Prefects were out in patrol rounds and it turned that James and Lily were responsible for defining those rounds.

All in all, they were taking weeks to do something that they could have finished in two nights - but it provided them a nice excuse to all these moments together.

‘Yeah, maybe’.

‘Just relax, Prongs’.

He wished he could, but Lily didn’t show up for Charms either - another of her favourite classes - so, under his friends’ amused looks, he went to talk to Mary McDonald, asking if she could ask Lily to meet him.

‘Sure, James’, she said, giving him a funny look. ‘But I think she just wants to be alone’.

‘Do you know what’s wrong?’, he asked, biting his lips. Alone, Mary had said. Alone sounded bad.

‘Oh, it’s just - you know what? I will talk to her and we’ll see’.

That sounded ominous too. He nodded, quiet.

There was another free period that afternoon after Double Charms. They stayed in the Common Room, and James was supposedly finishing an essay, but his head kept turning to the stairs to the girl’s dormitories.

‘You are going to break your neck, Prongs’, Remus noted when James turned once more after hearing steps on the stairs, but it was just two Second Year girls that had come down.

‘I am fine’, he said stiffly.

‘No, you are not’, Sirius disagreed, reaching over to grab the parchment James had been writing on. ‘You got back to doodling “L.E”’.

‘It’s short for Law of Elvendork’, James said. ‘The theory that says every object can be turned into another as long as the elements are proportionally observed during the transformation’.

‘You are making this up’.

‘I am making this up’, James conceded, ignoring Sirius’ look. ‘I am just - I wish there was some way of going upstairs -’

‘I know’, Sirius said, a grimace on his face. That was the only thing they had never managed to accomplish in their seven years at Hogwarts. ‘Maybe we can restart that project - did we try the Confundus Charm on the stairs?’

‘Fourth year’, Peter answered him, without raising his eyes from his essay.

‘How about our animagus form? If -’

‘First thing we did on Fifth Year’.

‘Polyjuice Potion?’

‘We tried to brew on Third Year’, now Peter glanced at Sirius, shaking his head. ‘I looked like Anne MacMillan for three days!’

‘Oh, well, she was pretty’.

‘I had half her body. The left part of her body. I had to hide it for three days!’

James almost smiled at the memory.

‘Half of you was pretty then’, he said to Peter, who rolled his eyes. Then James sighed. ‘Well, I can’t finish this essay today, so I will - Lily!’

He raised immediately, a hand grabbing his own hair nervously as Lily came down the stairs. Her face was pale and she smiled at him when she saw him, but there was something restrained on her smile.

James thought she looked like she was really uncomfortable with something.

‘Hi, guys’, she said, not meeting anyone’s eyes. ‘Can I talk to you, James?’

When he nodded, quiet and still, she raised her eyebrows a little bit. ‘Alone, I meant’.

‘Oh, sure’, he said, looking around for a quiet place, but Lily surprised him going in the direction of the boy’s dormitory. He glanced around, finding his friends equally surprised, and followed her upstairs.

Lily didn’t turn to him until they reached the top of the tower. There, she looked around the room - James was grateful that the house-elves had cleaned up their mess, because the room looked decent - before turning to him.

She wasn’t smiling. That didn’t look good.

James felt something pressing his chest, putting all pieces together in a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to finish - Lily avoiding him, the grimace on her face, the way she was closing her eyes now and then as if to steel herself to do something and her request that they would talk alone, in a place no one could witness their break up -

‘Which one is your bed?’, she asked, stopping his reverie. James blinked, confused, and pointed to the nearest bed. Lily nodded. ‘Control your thoughts, okay?’, she said, sitting on his bed. ‘But lay here with me’.

There had been a considerable number of scenarios that James had imagined Lily on his bed, but on the verge of her breaking up with him was not one of them.

‘I think I prefer to stand up, Lily’, he said slowly.

‘We can’t do it with you like that’, Lily answered him as if it were obvious. ‘Just come here, please, James’.

He frowned, unsure, but he sat on the other side of his bed. Lily looked at him as if James was missing something very important, and when he didn’t move, she sighed.

‘Are you mad at me?’, she asked, sounding tired. ‘I am sorry I went away without -’

‘I thought you were mad with me!’, James interrupted her, shocked. She looked confused.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’

‘Because - yes? What else would you break up with me?’

‘Break up? Did you take that Essence of Insanity in class today?’

‘If you are not breaking up - why did you call me?’

‘Oh’, she blushed, the sweetest shade of pink colouring her face and James imagined he could feel the heat coming from her body. ‘I wanted to cuddle’.

‘... cuddle?’

‘Yeah, you know’, she put her legs on the bed and he saw she had taken out her shoes. Lily laid on the pillows next to him, her hand supporting her head. ‘Mary told me you were worried about me and I thought - instead of being miserable alone in bed, I could be here with you’.

‘You wanted to be miserable with me?’, he asked, but there was a shadow of a grin on his lips now. He took off his own shoes, lying in the bed too, and Lily nestled against his chest, closing her eyes.

‘It’s really hard to be miserable next to you’, she assured him, pressing herself more against him and inspiring heavily. ‘You smell so nice’.

With her lying so close to him, the scent of her shampoo so strong and intoxicating, James thought he could say the same about her.

But he just raised his hand to touch her hair, combing it softly, watching the strands of dark red hair. ‘Lily? Are you ok?’

‘I am, it’s just -’, she paused, unsure. ‘It’s cramps’.

‘Cramps?’, James repeated, confused, and then he opened his eyes. ‘Oooh’.

‘Yeah, sorry about oversharing’.

‘What? No, I - well, I want to know when you are not feeling well or - I mean - can I do anything to help?’

James tried to think of whatever he knew about female biology. His father had explained some things to him a few years ago and he understood the basics, but he hadn’t been paying attention very much if he was honest. Female body looked much more complicated than his.

‘You can keep hugging me’, she whispered and he pressed himself closer to her. 'Sorry about scaring you today. I just wanted to suffer alone'.

'Don't. I mean, I'd rather you don't suffer but - if you must - I am always available for some cuddling'.

She raised her head a little to place a kiss on his neck that gave him goosebumps all over his body.

'I will keep this is mind', she told him warmly. Then Lily sighed. ‘It’s been a while since I have this crisis… I usually take my potions the day before, but - well, I was a little bit distracted yesterday’.

She broke away just enough to wink at him and James suddenly remembered exactly what they had been doing last night on that empty Prefect’s Room - how he had pressed her against the door of the room, his mouth exploring her neck and any exposed skin there, how Lily had moaned softly and how that had driven him crazy -

‘James?’, she called him and he realized he must have drifted off in the memories, judging by how his body was reacting too quickly. He turned slightly, urging his mind to stop recollecting that moment. ‘Maybe now is not the moment?’, she added, a knowing smile on her lips.

‘Sorry’, he said, feeling his neck reddening. James forced himself to focus on the present. ‘I will help you remember next month’, he promised. ‘No distraction, Marauder’s honour’.

‘Maybe just a little distraction’, Lily said, winking at him again. He laughed softly, kissing her forehead, and she rested her head under his chin. ‘I will pay attention next month, don’t worry - I mean, you don’t need to know my cycle, James -’

‘Nonsense’, he said lightly. ‘I already know Remus’, what’s one more?’

She let out an amused laugh, the one that was James' favourite.

‘Well, wait until you experience my mood swings’.

‘PMS? Is that real?’

‘Very real’, she assured him. ‘I may need to hide again -’

‘I hope you don’t’, he whispered, massaging her neck now. ‘I meant it when I said I want to be there with you’.

‘I may get really stressed’, Lily warned him. ‘Like I may want to throw things - it’s better if you are not close’.

‘I have very good reflexes’.

‘Or I may get really sad and cry, and you’ll think it’s because of you, but it’s not’.

‘Then I will give you chocolate’, he promised. ‘Chocolate is the solution for everything’.

Another laugh; James smiled to himself, satisfied with her reaction. Discovering her reactions to him was really his favourite part of the last two weeks of dating her.

‘Well, you can’t go wrong with chocolate’, Lily agreed. ‘And this massage is really good too’.

‘Oh, I have magic fingers’, he teased. ‘I can show you’.

‘James…’

‘I meant a massage in the back, Lily’, he said innocently, and she chuckled once more, not believing him much. ‘Here’.

He sat more upright, helping Lily’s head on a pillow next to him, and started rubbing the base of her neck and then her shoulders, feeling the tension on her muscles and letting it guide him.

‘Hmmm’, she sighed. ‘That’s actually good’.

‘See? Magic fingers’. He kept rubbing her back, feeling her relaxing under his touch. He beamed - even after two weeks of them going out, there was still that disbelief in knowing Lily fancied him back and trusted him and wanted to be with him. ‘So, those mood swings - care to tell me beforehand?’

‘Oh, you’ll notice’, she said distractedly. ‘Two weeks from now probably’.

‘So - two weeks ago you were in one of them?’

‘I guess’.

‘Then our date and all that snogging later - just one mood change?’

‘Oh, it certainly changed my mood’, Lily said, turning her head in his direction and he was relieved to see her green eyes sparkling. ‘There were some hormones involved in kissing you, but I promise you none of them were fleeting’.

‘I’m glad to know’, he answered, grinning too. ‘Or else we would kiss just one week of the month’.

‘That would mean three miserable weeks’.

James laughed. Lily watched him, a smile on her lips that died when she closed her eyes, grimacing.

‘Are you in pain?’, he asked, worried.

‘It’ll pass, just some more minutes for the potion to take effect again’.

He laid down again, this time with her back for him, and Lily curled up against him. He put a hand under her head, careful to entwine his hands with hers.

‘You are so warm’, she whispered.

‘Is that bad?’

‘No, it’s good. I might nap though’.

‘You can - I’ll wake you up later for dinner’.

She sighed softly.

‘Thanks, James - I know this is not how you imagined us being in your bed’.

Her voice was heavier now with sleep, though he could hear her teasing. James let out a soft laugh, kissing the top of her head, and hugging her closer. Lily was quite warm for him too; there was something very cozy in being next to her like that, even if all they were doing was just cuddling together.

He thought of sharing nights with her where they would just do this - lay together, his arms around her, quiet and serene, and somehow those nights looked as appealing as the most creative nights he could dream of.

‘You are wrong, you know’, he whispered, but she didn’t move and James thought she had fallen asleep. ‘I want to be with you in every way’.

And he closed his eyes, letting her warmth and perfume lull him into a quiet sleep too.