#I didn't think it was possible for a cat to be socially awkward until I met Piggy

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

As soon as the pet sitter came through the door Piggy started sniffing her. And continued sniffing her for an awkwardly long amount of time. I finally said "she will just keep sniffing you" because it's usually customary to let an animal sniff you until they get bored, but Piggy never gets bored. She will smell you forever.

[rekino2114]

Hmm, how about Asa mitaka being asked out on a date by one of her male classmates. And she overprepares like she did with Denji, though this time it goes better cause the Reader is an airhead that marches to the beat of his own drum, so he ends up dragging Asa to multiple different places and she ends up having fun.

First date with asa mitaka

Pairing:asa mitaka x male reader

A/n:I decided to do this in a non devil au cause my girl needs a break (sidenote but your relationship in this is literally the definition of black cat/golden retriever love. Just something I noticed)

I didn't realize i wrote this much until I reread it to color it but that should tell you how much I love asa and want her to be happy

Asa is an anxious person in general, especially in social situation and especially when it comes to romance. She never had a boyfriend and never really thought about having one, and she's very clueless to love as a result, so when one of her classmates (who she admittedly had a crush on too) asked her out on a date she freaked out incredibly hard.

Literally, every minor thing became a concern for her. What would she wear? Should she put makeup on? How much? Should she plan the date or leave that to you? Should she try flirting with you? (She quickly dismissed the last idea as she had no idea how to flirt, and it would make things awkward very fast)

She eventually figured out what she was gonna do and went to where she was supposed to meet you, which was a street near school. When she was there and didn't see you, her anxiety kicked in very fast. It felt like everyone was staring at her. Did you stand her up? This was probably all a prank, and she should have never accepted. After all, who would love someone like her? She was ready to go home and cry herself to sleep when a masculine voice interrupted her thoughts

"Asa! You came"

You quickly tackled her into a hug making the black haired girl blush intensely

"Y-Yeah obviously.....to be honest I thought you were gonna stood me up"

"Why would you think that? That's so rude I would never do that let alone to such a pretty girl"

Asa's cheeks basically caught on fire the moment she heard that and her brain struggled to think of a response

"T-thanks y-you look......h-handsome too"

"Aww thanks ok let's go now, we have a full day ahead of us, I promise you'll have a lot of fun"

"O-ok"

As soon asa answered, you held her hand and started dragging her around, which made her blush even more if that was possible

After a while, you two arrived where you wanted to go, which was an arcade.

"An arcade?"

"Yeah, you don't like it? I wanted to play some games with you but if you don't want to we can do something else"

"Oh no it's fine"

"Great let's go then"

You walked inside and started running around and looking at everything until you arrived in front of a cabinet and pointed at it

"Look they have DDR come on let's give it a try"

"Oh no I-I don't know how to dance"

"Neither do i, don't worry, you don't need to know how to dance to play, just step on the plates"

Asa started to think: if she said yes, there was the possibility she was gonna embarrass herself, but if she said no, then you would probably think she was boring and wouldn't like her something which she really didn't want to happen

"A-alright, I'll try"

"Great! I know you can do it"

You two started playing with asa actually having fun, the game was dumb but seeing you get so excited over getting a high score made her want to smile too, you eventually finished playing and continued going around

"*gasp* a claw machine! Do you want a plushie?"

"Oh no thanks, those things are a scam anyway"

You put your coin in before she even finished the sentence

"Come on it's fine, what kind of guy would I be to not get you anything, I'm a pro at this anyway"

"Whatever you say"

You spent.....way too much time and way too much money but eventually managed to get a cute plushie of a cat

"Yay!!! Finally"

As you grabbed it and held it to your date you quickly realized something

"O-oh sorry I never asked which plush you wanted.......do you like cats?"

"Yeah actually I love them"

"Oh thank god"

You gave asa the plushie and she spent a bit staring at it happily before turning to you

"If I may ask, why did you get me this in particular?"

"Well you just seem like a cat person, if that makes sense like your whole vibe screams I like cats"

"........is-is that a compliment?"

"Yeah I love cats, they're really fluffy and adorable"

Asa smiled and hugged the plushie tighter

"I agree, they're really cute"

".....you look cute when you smile"

"H-huh?"

"I mean you look cute in general but your smile is extra cute, it makes me happy to see you happy"

The black haired girl felt her heart flutter once more at your words

"T-thank you"

"Don't mention it, now let's go, the date is not over yet you know"

You two went (you dragged her) to a bunch more places to have fun, which asa actually did, which was a surprise to her because she usually felt more comfortable alone but in this instance she genuinely felt happy to have said yes when you asked her out, your positive attitude made her forget all about the worries she had before, she felt like she could just relax and have fun with you.

Eventually evening came and the date ended so you started walking asa to her home

"Ah that was great I had so much fun"

"Yeah me too........thank you"

"No thank you for accepting, I don't know what I would have done if you said no"

"......you cared this much about me?"

"Of course, you're so pretty and cute and fun to hang out with, I had a crush on you for the longest time, denji was pressuring me to ask you out for a while"

"Wow really? I-i just-it's still kinda hard to believe someone can like me like that"

"Don't say that, you're awesome asa and don't let anyone tell you otherwise not even yourself"

Asa felt like crying a bit, you actually loved her.......she had struggled with actually loving herself, the fact that someone else could say that to her with a smile on their face and with nothing but truth made her smile so brightly

"......thank you, thank you so much"

"It's nothing. Do you wanna take a selfie?"

"Hm?"

"I just wanna get something to remember this day. If we do actually become a thing, I would hate to have nothing of the first date with my amazing girlfriend"

"Y-yes alright"

"Great. Say cheeeeseee!"

You pulled out your phone and did a peace sign to the camera while making sure to get asa in the shot too, you saw her smile like she did earlier and you loved it

"This looks good, great smile, I'll keep it, but tell me if you want me to delete it ok? I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable because of me"

"Oh no it's alright"

"Amazing, oh hey isn't this your house?"

"Yeah it is, thanks for accompanying me"

"It's nothing soooooo.... second date when?"

Asa giggled at how enthusiastic you sounded

"I'll text you when and where"

"Great so we are having a second date"

"Of course, like I said, I had a lot of fun and would love to hang out with you again"

"Thanks so much, I'm really glad you think so"

You got close to asa and kissed her cheek which immediately got red, asa put her hand on the place you had kissed before looking back at her date who in the meantime was already walking away but turned back to wave at her

"See you at school tomorrow!"

Asa smiled before waving back at you

"Yeah see you"

[imogenkol]

— What’s your OC’s role in a tragedy?

I was tagged by @corvosattano @jackiesarch and @simonxriley to do this uquiz thank you lovelies!!! 💕💕💕

Tagging: @chuckhansen @jendoe @phillipsgraves @marivenah @shellibisshe @detectivelokis @socially-awkward-skeleton @sstewyhosseini @roofgeese @aceghosts @queennymeria @indorilnerevarine @nokstella @florbelles @jinfromyarikawa @risingsh0t and anyone else who wants to!

misunderstood villain

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

desperate narrator

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story- their story- with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

sweet supporting character

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

bold protagonist

you're the star of the show, baby! and boy does that come with a lot of emotional turmoil. you have a seemingly endless supply of determination. whether you have a lot of goals, or one big one, you're constantly working towards it. you're pretty restless, and struggle with imposter syndrome and generally feeling like you should be doing more. your insecurity might not be immediately obvious to others, however, as you come across as very strong and bold. vulnerability is not your strong suit, and that's likely to be your downfall. if only you had just let people in, and asked for help... well, maybe this was always gonna be a tragedy.

[dahliagoestomoscow]

so yeah, middle and high school were tough.

(tw// mentions s*xual harassment, and bullying. my story of healing)

I was never attractive growing up. I didn't care to be. It wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that my appearance became something I was aware of. My classmates found me to be smart and bookish, and that was a point of pride for me. I didn't want to be anyone other than the smart one. I always felt awkwardly more mature and self aware than my peers.

When the teacher wanted the class to sing and dance, I watched in horror as my classmates did so cheerfully. To me, it felt like a humiliation ritual. A part of me wanted to be treated as an adult. I felt like an adult inside. I never had a crush on boys or girls. I found the whole thing to be foolish.

In fifth grade, I noticed that the girls in my class started wearing some light makeup. They didn't wear a cat shirt from Walmart. They didn't wear patterned leggings from the kids section. Now, they got their clothes from the junior section. The biggest change I noticed, was that all of them had iPhones. Social media. Musical.ly. Instagram.

I wasn't allowed to have a phone, and was forbidden from social media until I turned 13. I wasn't with the times, I was a thing of the past. At first, I liked it that way. I was stuck in two places: I didn't want to be treated like a child, but also the idea of growing up into a teenager made me sick to my stomach.

My whole life, every adult would tell me to savor my childhood and innocence. The told me to not rush into adulthood, because it sucks. This was something I was hyper aware of. I felt complete disgust and disapproval of becoming a pimply teenager that hates my parents and only cares about boys and my phone. Plus, all the adults in my life enjoyed my bookishness and my nerdy style of dressing. I liked this alliance I had with adults. I was smart like one of them, but I was also a kid. I appealed to them. I didn't like "kids these days" either.

As more and more of my classmates got on social media, I realized that it created two different types of kids. Kids who were online and kids who were offline. The offline kids came off as over-sheltered babies. The homeschooled vibe. The ones online knew about memes, and inappropriate things that they joked with each other about. They knew how to dress and do their makeup. They texted each other on Instagram. The only way I could get ahold of friends was if I called their home phone.

Quickly, being the "smart kid" was nothing impressive. It was lame. I was a nerd. I was a kid, and they were the cool teenagers. I was ugly. I didn't know how to flat iron my hair like they did. I didn't have nice clothes. I wore Walmart clothes and hand me downs. I wasn't connected with the others.

This was when I couldn't help but feel... Ugly? I felt like an outsider looking in. I felt like an outcast from society. I wanted a phone. I wanted to learn how to dress. I wanted to have friends to text, and take selfies with. I had none of that.

The girls in my class started to jokingly tell the boys that I had a crush on them, and the boys would say "EW!! That's nasty!" I'm nasty?

I already felt a bit awkward, as I was taller than all the girls and even all the boys. I hit puberty before all of them. I was a towering ugly giant. A spectacle to laugh at. My existence was so pitiful to them, that I was nothing but a joke. This created a huge crisis in me.

For the next 3 years, I hated myself. I tried to fit in as best I could, but there was still something that my peers saw in me that they didn't like. My sense of humor was different. My maturity was different. I hated this. I tried to make jokes with them, I tried to dress more like them, but it didn't matter. My brand as the smart, awkward, ugly, tall girl was set in stone and I didn't think there was any way to rebrand.

When I entered middle school, things changed EVEN MORE than I thought possible. I was always warned that middle school was a tough place to be, but I never believed it. It felt like I went to prison. Reporting things to the teacher was called "snitching," and you couldn't do it for any reason. Even if you were being bullied. If you looked at a girl the wrong way, she may try to fight you. It would be a humiliating display. A girl much braver and much more confident than you are would approach you with a group, screaming at you and insulting you. It would be a gladiatorial fight. Amused onlookers would pull out their phones and record the confrontation, record the assault, and laugh and cheer as the aggressor would belittle and harm you. Then, it would get posted. They would screenshot unflattering frames of you and spread them everywhere. There was always "drama," always "rumors." My classmates would gang up on and bully substitute teachers, neurodivergent kids, and even people in their own friend groups. The whole thing was so cruel, I could never adjust to it. It was vastly different from the safety of an elementary school.

Along came my 13th birthday, and with that, my very own instagram account. I had no background in social media, and what's okay to post. My social media account was stupid and embarrassing. Probably came across very pretentious, as I hated everything about my peers. That's probably part of why they didn't like me. I think I deserved a little bit of the bullying and mistreatment. I didn't assimilate well into my new environment. My lack of social media skills also "othered" me from my peers. I thought that having a social media account would solve all my problems. I wouldn't be such a weird freak anymore. Didn't work. One boy at my school messaged me and told me "u look like a man in a wig." I cried and cried. The boys were the cruelest of all.

It wasn't until eighth grade that everything changed. Over the summer, I developed breasts- larger than everyone else's. I felt very awkward about it. I wanted to be petite like the other girls in my classes. After this happened though, my off-putting personality didn't matter anymore. Boys who made fun of me and jokingly talked to me started to treat me with kindness. They would partner with me and flirt with me. They would follow my account and message me kind things. I was objectified, too, of course. This didn't bother me in the slightest. I wasn't used to being the one people wanted to date.

After feeling ugly and worthless for so long, I didn't know what to do with the attention I was getting. It felt a lot like love to me. It also felt like having friends. I dated many boys. Boys who didn't want to know me... My life, my story, my middle name. They didn't like me the way liked them. I would message them paragraphs about my love and admiration for their boring personalities. How much I appreciated the absolute bare minimum from them. I did this all the way into my freshman year of high school.

Before I knew it, I was now "a slut." I carried this title into my freshman year. The bullying was getting worse. The girls didn't like me. The boys only liked my body and face. I closed myself off. I didn't speak to anyone other than my friends, because I felt like everyone hated me. Now, I was a slut with a resting bitch face who thought she was too good to talk to anyone. The resting bitch face was a weapon I had developed for myself to stop kids from coming up to me and talking to me as a joke. Asking me questions about myself in weird tones and laughing at my responses.

By my freshman year, my body had only developed more, and there were even more guys to objectify and use me. I didn't stop them even though I hated it because I figured it was the only thing I was good for. There was something fundamentally wrong with me that made me unlikable to everyone. My body was the only thing I had to offer.

I reached low after low as I was taken advantage of and used all the time. I hated myself more than anything. I reached a breaking point when I started getting bullied by the cruelest boy I had ever met, and my former best friend. It got so bad, that in my sophomore year I had to change schools. On top of the mistreatment, I was also suffering with debilitating OCD and Depression.

My mom was my hero. She got me into therapy. I started spending time with family. I met my best friend. I suddenly had an army of people who cared about me and made me realize that I wasn't worthless. At my new school, I met an amazing teacher who supported me. My grades went up. I was doing so well, I graduated with almost straight A's a year early. I started spending time with other friends. Leaving the house. I defend my inner 5th grader, middle schooler, and high schooler like she's my own daughter. I will never let her feel unsafe again. I'll never let her feel unloved. Many beautiful years of healing later, and I am a new person. Someone who loves my differences from others. Someone who will never let shitty people access me again. Someone who knows that I'm worth something, and that I'm not an ugly monster. If you're struggling the way I was, there IS a light at the end of the tunnel. I couldn't be more grateful for the person I have become, and the lessons I learned.

[repressed-n-depressed]

my cat died this morning

she was probably somewhere around 18 years old (i got her while i was a teenager, but those years are a blur for various miserable reasons), half-feral, a bonded pair with her brother. she was the brave one, the social one, the cuddly one. he was weird and awkward but sweet, he wanted to love you but the world was too big and scary

she outlived her brother by 4 or 5 years; his too-big heart just gave out one day, i wish i had pictures of him but i don't. lost 'em in a phone transfer or maybe i just didn't take enough to begin with. my mom always hated photos so i never really learned the reflex, even though i see the value of them.

she was my mom's favorite cat, even well into the alzheimer's; mom called her "owl kitty" once she stopped remembering the cat's name was zoe. zoe would always keep mom company on the couch, until mom wasn't here anymore.

and now zoe isn't here anymore either.

rest in peace, you sweetest little weirdo. i'm sorry you had to suffer through dying as long as you did; i guess vets don't open on sundays anymore, so if you need to euth on a sunday, you're shit out of luck. should have chosen a better date. i know you were as comfortable as possible and i know you knew you were loved.

if i see you again, i'll let you bite my nose some more. i don't know why that's how you showed your love, but i still think it was incredibly sweet. i wish you'd been more tolerant of having your fur brushed. may you have nicer, mat-free fur wherever you are now, friend. you deserve it. you deserve everything.

i love you. i miss you.

[dufferpuffer]

I don't get the 'Dumbledore was rude to leave an injured Harry out in the cold' thing. I'm gonna ramble about it

They are magical. The Death Eaters were active after Voldemorts disappearance - there is NO WAY Harry was left there like... raw? Minerva was there too and also didn't give a shit other than 'well its a pity he has to be raised around muggles...' (A judgement based on two extremely loving, doting parents of a 1yr old child, who likely haven't even hears of Lily's death yet, who aren't mentioning hatred of magic - just living life loving their son... but in a culture Minnie doesn't like)

She could have at least stayed behind as a cat to watch over him but instead she went and literally partied. She was crying for him. They both were, Albus in his more socially awkward bad-at-displaying-emotions way, but she was the one more shocked at everything that had happened. And then she leaves for booze, when staying incognito as a cat is an option she had been doing all day. Unless you choose to believe Albus AND Minerva are both awful: Occam's razor says that two powerful magical people, deeply invested in his wellbeing, deemed Harry to be safe and warm.

If Harry's head was ever injured - it was a scar by the time he was there, which was over 24 hours later. Hagrid didn't drive him straight to Privet Drive. It's HC, but I think timing lines up well enough that he was taken to Hogwarts - one of the few safe places in Britain at the time - and he probably got medical aid there. At least a check up.

...And Harry WAS left in a magical home under a fidelius charm. That WAS the plan!!! Albus' plan!!! His big idea for baby safety!!! It didn't work. Do you really expect him to try an idea that didn't work again...? When the stakes are even higher???

He didn't know where Tom was, what he was planning, whether he would come back in a week or a year or 10 years - so he went "Fuck, shit, what's a spell stronger than a fidelius...? One I know for SURE Tom doesn't know how to deal with, without having to deal with ANYONE who might betray...?!?" He used an obscure old spell tied to love through family lines that could be used to not only protect Harry but also the Dursleys.

The Doylist explanation isn't the only one - it is explained within the text and supported by multiple characters. Albus, Sirius, Petunia, Voldemort himself (I am like 90% sure he, or other Death Eaters, talk about looking for Harry... I can't quite remember. Confirmed through action at least though. The 7 potters would not have happened if Voldemort could walk in. AU where its like that episode of the powerpuff girls where that gem thief is trying to get invited in to steal their cereal, except its Voldemort trying to be invited in to get Harry)

There are a lot of arguments to be made that leaving Harry at the Dursleys for so long was cruel. Abusive. More care could have been taken, more support given, more checks done. Absolutely. But leaving him there in the first place...? Whether it was intended to be a temporary decision until things cooled down, or a more permanent solution - it makes sense both ways, and wasn't cruel.

Next of kin, safe and financially stable, loving parents of their own son of the same age - PLUS super obscure love spell, introduced to them at the same time as finding out Lily was killed in her own home by a powerful Wizard guy who hates Muggles. IDEAL.

Imagine you are Mrs Dursley indeed, dealing with two infants - but you know one of them is the only way your husband and son will be safe from the magic you've spent your life running from. Magic that killed your sister. Once you wrote to Albus to ask him to let you learn magic - and now he has given it to you in the worst way possible: asking you to welcome magic into your home, into your own body and blood, to protect your husband and son. Tragic. Cool.

we all talk about unscrupulous things dumbledore did but never leaving an infant on an unsuspecting family's doorstep in November.

Imagine you're mrs dursley and you have to deal with two infants, once of which has head damage and a paralyzing fear of green lights who has to be covered at every traffic light

i mean, there's no evidence that harry actually had any type of head damage (since his scar never hurt till his first year) or that he had any fear of green lights...not to mention that even if both those things were true i doubt the dursleys would notice or care. but i definitely agree that it was extremely messed up that dumbledore left him there. he could've been placed in a magical home under the fidelius charm and he would've been just fine. bu then i guess he would've been harder for dumbledore to manipulate and have control over. like i get from a doylist pov things happened the way they did bc that made the story better. but unfortunately due to later world building choices jkr accidentally made dumbledore kinda evil.

[clown-moss]

I'm really fucking bored so imma post all the random shit our N fictive has done/does and play it off as headcanons.

This man does not know how to use a knife and fork, he uses his bare hands like the feral man he is. He had to text a close friend of his at a fancy dinner to ask how to use a knife and fork because he genuinely didn't know how to without scraping the plate.

N was chess champion at a place for years and was never beaten and still was never beaten until he had to leave permanently, he gave the title to some other kid but he wore that championship like a fucking badge.

He's read the Bible, he enjoyed it thoroughly. That's all I need to say really.

This man will manipulate you in every single game imaginable, even games you wouldn't think it'd be possible to be manipulated in. I've never seen this man lose in a match of Monopoly, doesn't matter the board or type of monopoly he'll kick your ass in it (also he only uses the dog piece, it doesn't matter which game he'll always use the animal piece.) He's so good at games that a friend of his drew this amazing photo to show his luck with winning.

He'll just make random animal noises, whenever he goes on his walks if a dog barks at him he just... Barks back. He replies to anything with animal chirps or noises if he trusts you enough that he knows you won't judge him, his cat noises get so accurate that it actually attracts cats and grabs the attention of cat ladies. He tilts his head to the side like a bird whenever he's confused, not only that but he can actually purr, like genuinely. He can mimic purring and it freaked the fuck out of a friend once, he can also growl as well but that's not as impressive as the purring.

Sometimes he walks on his toes or heels and if he's laying in a place that he feels safe in/and or soft his feet will mimic the action of cats making biscuits, sometimes he doesn't even notice he's doing it. He also wears a necklace that has a little bell on it so whenever he's bored or overstimulated he'll just fidget with the bell, it's very effective but very annoying if he rings it right.

In public I hope you're not socially awkward because this man has gone up to random people (kids to adults) and complimented their style, he has shouted across the mall that he liked some teenager's rainbow socks. On the bright side hell always talk to customer service for you in anything, he'll always say your order for you when you're getting fast food because he genuinely does not give a flying fuck.

He sticks his head out car windows, he loves the feeling of the wind blowing his hair and face that he smiles stupidly when he does it. He definitely won't hear you if you're talking to him while he's doing it because he's in pure and utter bliss. Whenever he walks by a gas station/servo (I'm Australian shut up) he plugs his nose because he absolutely hates the smell of gasoline.

His favourite place to go his a huge lake that people often fish near, he can't smell the dead fish even if he tried. He'll wear whatever he pleases no matter the weather, it'll be blazing hot and he'll wear a sweater because he claims he can't feel the heat. N also has motion sickness when it comes to huge swings, doesn't mean he won't try it though.

His man is very fucking strong, he's restrained a 17 year old with ease with his small twig arms and he's thrown a kid into the pavement, (he was a prosecutor but he's gotten much better and he's no longer one) I'm pretty sure he's almost broken a kid's spine because of how well he's able to immobilise people.

Very clingy and LOVES pets but he'll only let you pet him if he actually trusts you, other than that he loves em. His skin his very sensitive and he very ticklish, he's got this stupid laugh when he physically cannot contain it and it's so damn loud but damn is it contagious.

This man will fall asleep ANYWHERE, doesn't matter where it is he'll fall asleep in it. He's fallen asleep on concrete while sitting cross legged, he's fallen asleep in a metal work shop whole standing up, he's fallen asleep anywhere! He just can't sleep in his room apparently.

Hopefully N doesn't kill me in the morning lmao ✌️

- Mod Ivor 💗

[shinayashipper]

Hello! I am new here. I came (and stayed) for the pretty art. Who is Shinaya and why do you ship them together?

OMGOMGODNX OKAY OKAY

first of all THANK YOU very much for liking my arts! Hope you enjoy your stay here! <3

SO UH SORRY THIS WILL GET KIND OF LONG: ShinAya is my OTP EVER, I think the first ever ship that I've ever ship This Much, my teen days def is Shaped by Them 😂 and I can ramble on and on about them and possibly overwhelm you. I will (try to) keep it simple for you though! Because their story IS Confusing and it goes Deep, it deals with character death, depression, suicide, etc. BUT I will try to explain the Base for shinaya only 😂

*SUICIDE is the core major trigger warning for their story so please keep it in mind.

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ShinAya is the ship name for Shintaro and Ayano, they are central characters for the multimedia series Kagerou Project (it got Vocaloid song series with animated music videos, manga, novel, and anime, and while the core story is the same, all media tells different timelines and different endings for each timeline- *notes: this series got time-traveling / time-loop in it, but you don't have to understand that part yet to get to know about shinaya's base)

Shintaro is the boy with black hair and red jacket

Ayano is the girl with brown hair and red scarf

This is how they look in the anime:

When I said it gets long IT GETS LONG SORRY:

To make it short (well this is still long but...):

Shintaro was a natural-born genius and he always gets perfect score in all subjects (though he Hates PE and is actually a scaredy-cat), he gets a bit aloof and sees other people as beneath him because of it, basically he's an Asshole. He didn't have any friends and kind of refuses to expand his social circle until he met Ayano in middle school. Ayano was just the opposite of him, she's nice and friendly and smiles a lot, and she's also not the smartest in class 😂 She always gets low scores during tests. As Fate seems to think they're destinied to be Close to one another, they just had to sit next to each other in class.

Ayano slowly worms her way to Shintaro's heart and without realizing it, they've spent a lot of time together and Shintaro even tutored her on the subjects she's bad at. Ayano might've been Shintaro's first ever friend and the one who still treated him kindly despite everything. Shintaro started to open up to her and showed her the sides that he never showed anyone: like how he hated PE class and how he liked reading romance stories and cute stuff.

They're still close even until high school, which they're once again in the same class together and sit next to each other. Ayano was the one who introduced Shintaro to their other friends in high school, and Shintaro slowly opened up to them too. He's less of an asshole and more of an awkward teenager who struggles in communicating and be social.

Everything's fine and normal, until one day Shintaro found Ayano crying alone in an empty classroom. It was the first time he ever saw his close friend Ayano who was always so cheerful and sweet cried like that. Shintaro got scared of many things, and after a moment of hesitation, he decided to leave Ayano alone and pretended nothing happened, like he didn't see a thing. He didn't know that one decision to ignore her would have so much impact on his life.

Because soon after, they've found out that Ayano's dead. It was a suicide, she jumped from the school's rooftop.

Shintaro was so shaken that he dropped out of school and shut himself out of the world for 2 years. He thought it might be his fault, because he didn't know a thing about her, because he didn't reach out to her. He also can't find the real answer to why she did it. He's so smart, he should've known, but he just couldn't understand it.

The effect Ayano's death got to him is so huge, in one of the worst timeline endings, Shintaro killed himself after killing his other friend because he just couldn't think straight anymore </3

BUT!!! This series is actually a fantasy story too so- What is exactly the truth behind Ayano's "death"? Was it truly driven by depression alone or something else? 👀 Honestly it would get Even Longer if I elaborate on it so I won't do it here 😂

ALSO!! Shintaro canonically loves music and it was implied that he created songs too, and one of the songs he made is "Transparent Answer" which is about his lament on Ayano's death and how she means a lot to him and that he would never forget her. (of course the real song is created by the creator but in the canon-verse, it's implied that Shintaro's the one who made the song and it FUELED my shinaya heart like no other)

WHICH YOU CAN Hear and watch the animated MV here with english subs:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_B-HCMgoxg

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AS FOR THE REASON WHY I SHIP THEM, hmmm I really don't know, I just remember their story Hit me So Much and little me just haven't found a love story like theirs before. Transparent Answer was the first MV of kagerou project that I watched and I was just so TOUCHED by it like "THERE'S NO WAY THE STORY ENDS LIKE THIS!!" and I started searching the series up. The more I found out about them and dug deeper into their story, the more I love Them and the whole series (ofc they all got their flaws, but I've already fallen in love even with all the flaws 😂)

People these days mostly argue that shinaya doesn't really have any romantic appeal or that they're problematic, well that is just for you to decide! But for me there's just nothing that can beat their tragedy, I just love them so much.

To ease your heart, they will be reunited again in the climax of the story <3

[victorianoruben]

{Untitled yet}

Ruvik X F!Reader

Chapter 1

Warning: none, I guess?

Written by: me and @another-bryk-in-the-wall

(thanks to my best friend for beta-reading it!)

Sometimes the hours are blurring together on nightshifts. Sometimes they are extremely stressful. Emergencies where there are only two people on a shift.

Other times you have 6 hours of complete rest and boredom.

That day it was the latter.

You haven't been working here for long and already find this hospital to be “different from others".

Many employees were emotionally cold and absolutely not interested in anyone, while just some liked to make jokes with you and treated you like a normal person. Also, the whole atmosphere here seemed very private. There weren’t too many patients who were going out of their way to socialize or make friends inside of the hospital. Hell, most didn’t even leave their rooms.

You sat bored in the lounge with your mobile phone in hand until you suddenly heard footsteps. They reverberated eerily in the long hallway and you turned to face that direction, startled. It was rare that anyone was wandering the halls this late at night. You saw a man in a tight red uniform aiming to walk past you, not even acknowledging your presence.

Only when you took a closer look at him, did you notice his burn scars. They were covering half of his face. When he noticed that you were looking at him from head to toe you decided to greet him, instead of just awkwardly staring at him. A relatively meek "Good evening, Sir" came out of you. You felt very overwhelmed by his dominant presence, which intimidated you a bit. That feeling only worsened when you let your eyes wander to the top of his head... Was that his brain surrounded by glass? No, that couldn't be. You were surely imagining things. But, what if you weren’t. Oh god damn it, what had he been through?

He emanated a unique self-confidence unlike anything you had ever seen in anyone with facial scarring. Usually patients like that were unsure and shy, afraid of being judged over something they had no control over. Human beings could be downright nasty to anyone with a scarred face. Something about facial scars disgusted people and the victims could clearly feel the contempt of others and as a result, they tended to lose all confidence.

This man, however, seemed to practically ooze confidence, which you respected and you caught yourself of being fascinated by or more like interested in his presence. You felt how your heartbeat rose from 0 to 100 when you both made eye contact, though you tried all your best to keep yourself collected and professionally polite. But that didn't work that easily.

"Good evening.", the man replied, his face completely blank and his voice monotone. He was just looking at you without a friendly gesture, without a smile. The man was simply studying your appearance as well. One of the many abilities he gained over the years was that he could read people like an open book, left open for him to peak in. Someone had longer fingernails on their right hand and short on the left? Guitar player who doesn't want to destroy the neck of said guitar. Some dog owners always carried treats with them, even if the dog wasn’t coming along. All those little clues told him enough about a person before they even spoke their first sentence.

But you. He couldn't read you yet, and this peaked his interest.

You hadn't been here for a long time, because he knew all the long-term workers and their darkest secrets.

"Are you busy right now?", the man pointedly looked at the phone in your hand, currently playing a silly cat video. Truth be told, he enjoyed that kind of content, but would he ad this? Never. Absolutely never. He would rather get the other side of his brain exposed than to admit that he liked cat videos.

"I need some help with my studies. Care to join me?", that was a big lie but he was curious -

Who were you and why did you peak his interest more than the average nurse in here? He'd find out soon enough.

Only now did you wonder what he was even doing here during these late hours. He didn’t look like a doctor. Was he a lab assistant? He certainly looked like some sort of scientist.

Pressing your lips in a thin line with a weak smile you put my phone in your pocket and nodded, slightly mortified that he had caught you watching cat videos of all things. It surely didn’t look professional.

"No, I'm not really busy. I’m just having a long boring night- I mean, not that I’m complaining... I wouldn't wish for emergencies either. So, yeah… I’d be glad to help you," You fumbled a little over your words, still slightly unsettled by his presence.

You’d do nearly anything to escape the boredom of a quiet nightshift, though. And you weren’t really worried about him being some kind of serial killer. Sure, your colleagues were weird, but they weren’t really the kind of people to chop you to pieces and bury you in the closest forest. Weird didn’t equal serial killer. Besides, you were curious about the man.

You were walking next to each other in silence that was quickly going growing awkward. Nervously you were fumbling with your hands in your smock overall, thinking of starting any conversation just to get out of this uncomfortable silence.

"I've never seen you before. I'm still pretty new here. Do you work here as a laboratory or doctor assistant? Also, with many nightshifts? Is that really that common in this mental hospital? " You had narrowed your eyes questioningly when you looked up to him. By reading his facial expressions it didn't seem like he liked to answer you. His forehead was wrinkling in silent contemplation, which made you suspicious. It was unusual to have an assistant running around here so late at night.

Maybe you weren’t so far of with the serial killer suspicions. You actually contemplated hightailing out of there.

'Quick, think of an answer. She is just a pretty and naive nurse'

But even a little slip up could cost his head. He could tell by her tensing posture that she was seconds away from fleeing the scene.

‘That could end badly’

"I mostly work nights," he tried to keep his answers short and to the point. Laying on a confidence in his answer that he didn’t actually feel. He made sure to look her in the eye shortly and casually avert his gaze back to the hallway. If he didn’t look her in the eyes at all he would look like a liar and if he stared at her too much he’d look like one too. It was a delicate balance, that he had mastered over the years "That is because the nights are quieter and I can focus on the patients better this way."

You took a glance at him, still wondering about what his actual job was. His answer was too vague for your taste. But the curiosity was still grown inside of you.

You had decided to work in a mental hospital because the human psyche had always been kind of a mystery to you. Mental illnesses were both fascinating and tragic in your eyes. The mind was even more delicate than the body, in your eyes. It was so easy to break and healing it was a true challenge. It was your goal to help people with mental illnesses like depressions, dissociative disorders and PTDS.

So, you really wanted to know what this scientist - or whatever - was working on.

You both arrived at the door to his office. You signed an NDA before, but who knew what could happened once you opened mouth. He didn't trust anyone in this damn hospital.

"Do not be surprised by the sight in front of you once I open this door. All I am asking you is to check the vitals of the patients in the bathtubs. I want to make sure they are doing well but I am not entirely sure how to do that.", he lied through his teeth, ready to push you into one of the bathtubs once the chance was there.

Or could you be useful to him in the near future?

When you entered his so-called office after his warning you had expected anything - but that!

Never in your life had you seen a machine this far developed... It looked like something directly taken out of a science-fiction movie. The construction filled the whole room. There were wires everywhere, all connecting to a weird sphere in the middle of the room. Completely gob-smacked by the strange… whatever that was you took a while to take notice of the bathtubs. When you did, though you froze up immediately. There were people - no patients - in lying in the bathtubs, connected to the cables, which were attached to the back of their necks.

Like a statue you stood there for at least 20 seconds. Staring at one patient, you slowly went to him just to check his state. Curious to see if he was aware of his surroundings or if he was unconscious – maybe asleep . What was this system?

Could that reach possibilities to help several people out of mental illnesses or was this just a machine designed from a psychopath just for his own use?

And why would he need help from just a nurse like you?

You let out a sarcastic laugh, "Looking at this huge thing… I highly doubt that you don’t know how to check vital signs ", you shook your head and crossed your arms, taking several steps back, out of his direct reach. No way would you let him put you into one of these tubs!

You really wanted to run away and never go to the hospital again.

"So, tell me. What do you really want from me? Do you expect me to go into one of the bathtubs? Gotta tell you, that’s not gonna happen. I mean... not to sound judgmental. Because technically this could be something to help our patients. But I gotta tell you, this,“ You gestured towards the patient that was laying in the tub right in front of you, “looks quite suspicious and not very save. I hope the patients volunteered for this, because if they didn’t I have to report this. Don’t get me wrong, you seem to be quite intelligent and this looks interesting, but I cannot allow something like this to continue without - "

"- You are annoying. All I want you is to check the vitals of the patients and you are throwing a whole speech at me.", he shot back, not amused with your behavior.

"I am a scientist, not one of your doctors. What I am doing here could change the world forever. It is a system which helps people with heavy trauma to forge new memories and get rid of the trauma. Do you understand me?", the scientist continued to spit out. There was a look of passion in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. They had looked quite dull and emotionless up to this point. It was clear to you that he truly cared about that project of his.

What you weren’t aware of was that the man had a plan. He'd snow you . Make you feel comfortable. And then, he'd put you in the bathtub too. The next one on his list would be Tatjana from the reception area. And then it was your turn.

What even was your name? He chanced a quick glance of your name tag, just enough to read "(Y/N)" on it.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). This is a top-secret project. If I find out you talked about it outside of this room, I will make sure you suffer great consequences. And trust me, I have my eyes and ears everywhere. Now go and check on the rest of these people before I get angry. Then, you may leave."

Author's Note:

I'm still unsure if I keep making this as a slow-burn whole Fanfiction or just cut the whole thing I'm planing into single parts like One-Shots

[hebescus]

remember this ship ask? yeah, i wanna do them all with lawlight bcs they control my brain. but it's a happy no death note au bcs it's me. oh and this shit is long plus it's 3 am rn so my words are very messy. but enjoy.

(i skip some numbers that i answered and the ones that i can't think of btw)

pre relationship :

How did they first meet?

L's investigation hq. he was a suspect of L, still, but this time he told soichiro to bring this 18 yo boy to the hq to test him, asking light to work with all of them. he ends up not guilty ofc, but L still wants to keep him…around.

What was their first impression of each other?

ah, the good old 'what the fuck dude???' from light and the 'oooh he got a big brain' from L. it's hard to get out of canon in this one.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

L. But it's more like thoughts, rather than feelings. It's just these random thoughts that pop out in his head like 'i don't mind kissing this guy, if he asks' but not like 'i want to kiss him' yknow what i mean? idk this is just something i experience a lot lmao. it develops to feelings once light falls for him and L can see that. So in terms of ideas, it's L, but in terms of feelings, it's Light.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh our favorite light denial yagami. Of course he's cursing himself for having feelings like this but once L calls it out he's over. 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Light would laugh it off, and be like "i don't like him that way you know". L would shrugs be like "well yes that's possible, i don't think i mind". 

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

boring, lonely, empty, you name it

(more under the cut)

general :

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

hmm, they both initiated the relationship? ykwim? They both notices they had feelings for each other and just...go from there. they never have like a relationship talk, they just go with the flow until at some point they starts to get comfortable to refer the other as partners. They basically can read each other's mind, after all.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes, sort of. A tennis game! And a coffee sesh after, just like canon. They plan this to be just "let's just relax, this case has been really exhausting, take a one day break, L" but when Light got home, sayu asked "how's the date going?!" He immediately said "it's not a date, you watch too many dramas it's rotting your brain" And sachiko gave him a smile while shaking her head at this statement and when he's back to his room he immediately calls L and was like "hey does that count as a date?" and L answers with "depends, do you want it to be?" with a smirk that light can hear.

What was their first kiss like?

it was late at night, light was helping L with the case when everybody went home. they were sharing their view about this certain criminal when light notices L staring at his lips, first he ignored it but it happens again and again to a point where their face just got real close and then...kiss, somehow. idk lmao.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

First person who can understand each other and are equals, the only ones who can tear the other's wall down, and just practically soulmates in any form that even their sun & moon signs mirroring each other's? YES. 

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

i hc L as just a little bit taller than light, but it's not like you can see it through the hunch anyway. ofc we all know the 6 years and 4 months age gap

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Sayu likes L, Sachiko is kinda surprise Light doesn't date a typical pretty person, but it only makes her heart fonder. L doesn't mind them, he thinks they're nice, light grew up in a good place. Soichiro? Well, he might me a bit reluctant but he loosen up slowly, his son is happier than he ever was, after all.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Light, obviously. Because he's a charmer and if L takes control, the person they speak to would run immediately the first 2 minutes.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

it is a universal knowledge that L does this. like, come on, count the fics, you can't, there's just so many. he loves to break that perfect wall and make light feel 🥴😳. it's entertaining. But he knows when to stop. too much of that will be embarrassing in light's part, and he respects his boy's dignity.

love :

Who said “I love you” first?

Light!! The thing is it was said over the phone. He gets more and more comfortable talking with L through calls, since every now and then L travel frok countries to countries. One time he just like "yeah, safe flight. love you, bye" he expected L to say goodnight to him as a response as usual but L was silent and he realised what he just said and realised that he fucking mean it. L seems to still be able to read his mind even thousands miles away so he replies with "i love you too, goodnight". they never missed seeing each other more than that night.

What are their primary love languages?

we had a discussion for this! but as we see in canon, they're both very acts of service with a little hint of physical touch here and there. quality time is also important. words and gift aren't really needed for them.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

L. Only to annoy light. It's terrible that he almost cringed to himself, but it does bring a good laugh for light.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

PDA is a not their preference, they just love being in private more. They might hold hands sometimes, butmost times they won't. Altho they always stand or sit reaaaaally glued to each other even though there are so many space. 

Who initiates kisses?

both. they want it, they got it. but light gives light kisses (ha) more, not necessarily on the lips, usually when L was really busy working, keeping his feet on the ground.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They don't spoon a lot, they prefer not touching at all or cufdling face to face, but when they do, Light is the little spoon because being a big spoon makes his sleeping position kinda uncomfy, he feels awkward with his legs, it's just not. thankfully L thinks cuddling light this way is very calming.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Tennis and solving cases, duh. Or sometimes they play video games fighting each other. Anything competitive and/or challenging that make their brain grow 10 times bigger. But sometimes, a comfortingly peaceful and quiet dinner with hushed words thrown here and there about random things feels like the best thing ever.

Who’s more protective?

L. For identity reasons, ofc.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical. They can read each other's mind, they knew it by gesture, touches, and glances. 

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE. venus by sleeping at last fits them so well, that song is in the background of multiple cozy couch smooches sessions or even when they're slow dancing (please listen to this tho song it's so good). also i think they would like persephone by the tragic thrills too, L would be like "this song reminds me of you" and Light answers with "i'm persephone?" "Yeah" "i'm a fucking badass then" "yes you are". oh and first day of my life? lover of mine? pink in the night? sweet creature? the lakes? oh god i have too much answers

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

they don't do nicknames, really. although, L sometimes called light with some snarky tony stark styled nicknames when he feels particularly playful but annoyed at the same time.

Who remembers the little things?

They both do. Big brained assholes they are.

domestic life :

If they get married, who proposes?

It's not really a proposal, they didn't  even remember who said it first. But one sleepy night after a hard case, someone said "hey you wanna get married" and the other was like "sure, why not" "really?" "yeah, i think i'm ready, you?" "me too" "great" and then they go to sleep. at breakfast the next morning L called watari from across the room and said "wammy i need you to prepare [enter marriage stuff here], and light, you must call your family after this". poor old watari chokes on his tea.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding is in a secluded little place near the wammy's house, L used to go there a lot as a kid. With just light's parents, sayu, and watari. Well, not until Light caught Mello, Matt, Near, and Linda peeping from the bushes

Do they have any pets?

A chunky cat the wammy's kids feed daily but never try to keep them in, because no animals are allowed inside the orphanage. L saw it and was like "light let's bring this bitch home" she is, indeed a little bitch, but light and L loves her dearly. her fur has light brown and black colors, like both of their hairs, so she becomes their daughter, L gave him a weird ass name but i can't think about it rn.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Light because he's the one who's actually bothers to. They ofc annoyed L but he cpuldnt care less to actually get rid of them.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

L. He rarely sleeps and once he did, he wakes up very fucking late and will pull light back to the bed if he's woken up by the empty space beside him.

Who’s the better cook?

Light. L is a spoiled brat. But Light can't bale for shit, that's Watari's job. Light grow up learning and helping his mom making meals for the family. He's not the best, but it's good enough to make L craves them in between his sweets.

Who likes to dance?

None of them. But they would slow dance on rare, sentimental occasions. And it's like so fucking romantic bcs all the lights are off except for a candle or a table lamp or a cabinet lamp whatever that has yellow-y dim light. And they don't speak, they just casually move against each other, but heart ready to combust like i do when i the mental image came into my head.

[pietromelim]

A Thomas Lightwood Bisexual Story (Part 2 and final) takes place after Chain of Gold so will have spoilers!!

-That is quite the story. Though i must admit,i would never expect such a thing from you,Tom.-Matthew said,with a grin on his face.

Thomas really wanted to hide his face in a hole somewhere,he knew that at least one of his friends would make fun of him because of the way they found him at the Devil Tavern.

And of course,it had to be Matthew,which wasn't that surprising,since he was the Libertine of The Merry Thieves. James and Christopher were too shocked to tease him about anything.

-Not sure if i will ever even sit on that bed again. Perhaps it would be better if Christopher burned those sheets.-Said James.

-Indeed! I have always wanted to set fire in that bed. It annoyed me,though i can't recall the reason why.-Said Christopher.

Thomas rolled his eyes.

-Do as you please. It's not like something like this will ever happen again. I was a little drunk yesterday as well,surely we can blame this on the alcohol.-Said Thomas.

-If you say so. Perhaps we could just ask the Italian girl if we see her. It is very likely that she will appear at the Institute eventually.-Said Matthew.

-Then i should really make myself scarce.-Thomas said.

-Why worry? I was under the impression that she told you herself that it would mean nothing,and that it wouldn't be like you ruined her.-James asked.

-It would still be very awkward. I am such an awful pill! I was out of my mind completely! My mother would be ashamed of what i did! And Eugenia...-Thomas was saying,but Matthew stopped him.

-There is absolutely no need to fret over this,Thomas. Let it be then. This girl is probably smart enough to ignore you completely.-Said Matthew.

-That seems unlikely. We are having a gathering at the Institute today,to celebrate the destruction of the Mandikhor.-James said.

Thomas shook his head.

-Bloody hell! You have to be kidding me!-Said Thomas.

-I understand you frustration,dearest cousin. I was also hoping i could spend the afternoon in the lab,until my father literally told me he would lock me in the lab for an entire month if i didn't show up at the Institute today.-Said Christopher.

-Apparently,Uncle Gabriel maybe worried that you are lacking social skills. Perhaps he wishes to introduce you to beautiful ladies?-Said Matthew,smiling.

-Haven't i met every beautiful lady in the Enclave by now?-Christopher asked.

-Cease the conversation! Do you not see that our Tom here is deeply scared of seeing the italian girl again?-Said James,laughing.

Thomas tried to laugh as well,that is what he should be doing. But he simply couldn't,he was way too embarassed.

He did not wanted to see Giovanna again.

"Later"

The Merry Thieves were finally at the Institute,which was indeed,full of people. Seemed like the celebration was being taken seriously.

Thomas was feeling uneasy,knowing that Giovanna could literally pop up out of nowhere to haunt him. He could have avoided all of that,if he had listened to reason.

It seemed pointless to think about that now. It was probably better if he focused on acting as normally as he could.

-Is everything okay,Tommy? You look rather pale.-Said a voice Thomas knew very well.

Gideon. His father. Thomas could not help but wonder how Gideon would react if he revealed his doings of the last night.

-I am fine. Just wasn't really in the mood for a party now.-Said Thomas,without looking to Gideon's eyes.

Gideon shrugged.

-Just try to have fun. Your friends seem to be enjoying themselves.-Said Gideon,pointing to the rest of the Merry Thieves.

Thomas approached them,and Matthew pulled him close.

-Have you seen our ragazza already? You must be quite scared,eh?-Asked Matthew,laughing.

-How does he get drunk this quickly?-Asked Thomas.

-It must be his hidden talents,though i'm not really sure how that helps him. Thomas,i already told you,stop worrying about the girl. Your parents will notice your uneasiness.-Said James.

-If it were that easy. Where is Christopher? I thought Uncle Gabriel forced him to come?-Said Thomas.

-Oh he is here! You can see him there,probably explaining about the antidote to my stupid brother and Grace Blackthorn.-Said Matthew.

Thomas looked at them,near the door. Christopher speaked quite quickly about everything. Charles was probably pretending to be interested,since he wanted to become Consul and had to listen to people and their blabbering. Grace was likely dying of boredom.

-She looks stunning in that ivory dress.-James said.

Matthew slapped James' hand.

-You are engaged,Mr.Herondale. Have that in mind before you go drool all over the floor Grace steps on.-Said Matthew.

James seemed to have cursed in a whisper,which wasn't surprising for Thomas. Only their little group of friends knew that James and Cordelia's marriage was a sham.

But Thomas wasn't feeling patient to deal with those things today. He just wished the party would be over quickly so that he could leave the Institute without the risk of seeing Giovanna again.

One could only hope,and that was exactly what Thomas was going to do.

"Hours Later"

-Are you looking for anyone in specific,Tom? Or have you forgotten how the Institute's ballroom looked like?-Anna asked,she sat beside him,looking stunning as always.

-I'm actually trying to avoid someone that may or may not show up.-Said Thomas.

-That seems to be very dull. This whole celebration is actually turning to be quite a bore. Good thing my parents won't mind if i leave to go to the Hell Ruelle today.-Said Anna,smiling.

-Is that so? It doesn't surprise me that you prefer that scandalous place over a simple ball.-Said Thomas.

-Oh i assure you,the Hell Ruelle is more than just scandalous. You should come with me sometime. You will have the time of your life.-Said Anna.

Thomas didn't quite knew if Anna was being serious or not. She probably found him way too dull to enjoy a place like the Hell Ruelle. But he wouldn't have to worry about seeing Giovanna again if he left the party.

Thomas didn't knew if Gideon or Sophie would mind,but he wasn't worried either. The Hell Ruelle did seem to be quite scandalous. But after what he did,why not give it a shot?

-Anna,before you leave,please try to find me. I want to go to the Hell Ruelle along with you.-Said Thomas.

Anna's eyes widened with surprise. It has been ages since Thomas last saw Anna surprised with anything.

-Are you absolutely sure? You do know that the Ruelle has a reputation,do you not?-Asked Anna.

Thomas nodded.

-I do,and that is why i wish to go with you.-He said.

Anna simply smiled.

-Follow me then!-She said.

"At the Hell Ruelle"

-This is the Ruelle,Thomas! Be sure of this,you will never find a place like the Ruelle!-Said Anna.

Thomas could barely analyze the place,it was just so full of people,and every single one of them were downworlders. The blue fire of the warlocks gave the place a unique atmosphere.

He recognized some of the famous downworlders,like Magnus Bane and his cat eyes,Malcolm Fade and Hypatia Vex,that was smiling and talking to Anna.

Thomas wasn't expecting Anna to keep him company,it was obvious that she was there to entertain herself more than anything. Perhaps he should just do the same.

Thomas went to the bar table,where a Ifrit with four arms and jade colored skin was serving drinks. His expression changed slightly to one of distaste. Probably because Thomas was a Shadowhunter.

-Nephilim. Do you wish to drink something?-He asked,his voice was so husky.

Thomas took a few seconds to answer. He felt so out of place there,he needed something to make him feel more...at home.

-I want something strong. I wish to get drunk as quickly as possible.-Thomas said.

Weirdly,the Ifrit smiled,his teeth were as yellow as his eyes.

-That can be taken care of.-He said.

The Ifrit filled a glass with champagne,and then threw some pink colored powder in it.

-Drink it,Nephilim,and you will not remember a single thing when you wake up tomorrow.-The Ifrit said.

Thomas only nodded,and drank all the champagne,until the glass was completely empty.

He immediately felt quite dizzy,as if everything around him was spinning.

He walked to where the downworlders were dancing. It was quite a different dance,their bodies where so close,that was something Thomas would never see in the balls of the Shadowhunters.

-Yes! Shadowhunters are so dull! We are a great bore!-Thomas said,he felt like he was screaming,but the sound of the music was probably louder than his voice.

He bumped into someone,and nearly fell to the ground. Whatever it was the Ifrit gave him,it was definitely working.

Thomas looked at the boy whose he had just bumped. It was definitely a warlock,his skin had a very bright blue tone,almost white. His hair was pale as the moon,his eyes were star-shapped,just like the ones of Hypatia Vex,and were as green as the forest.

The boy was really handsome,in that magic and supernatural way only warlocks could be. He smiled to Thomas.

-An angel in the Hell Ruelle? Are you not lost,angel boy?-He asked.

Thomas shook his head.

-I want to be here! I'm not as dull as everyone thinks! And i'm not just kind!-Thomas said.

He barely had control of his words,but something inside him felt like he would have a huge headache tomorrow.

-You surely are not dull! As a matter of fact,you seem to be the more interesting here!-He said.

Thomas got closer to him,almost without realizing. The warlock was quite handsome. And he did seemed interesting as well.

It was almost like Thomas felt an attraction to him. Which wasn't that surprising for Thomas. He knew at least that much about himself.

Though he did not know what to do know.

-You are interesting too! Do you have a name,mate!?-Thomas asked.

The warlock boy laughed.

-Would you remember it tomorrow if i tell you?-He asked,smiling.

-I cannot promise you that!-Thomas said.

And all of a sudden,his mouth was on Thomas',and they were kissing quite fiercely. His mouth tasted like a combination of wine and blue ruin.

It was a bittersweet sensation,almost addictive. Thomas felt like he could use some more of that.

His skin started to feel hot,as if the entire place began to burn. He unbuttoned his shirt,but the warlock boy stopped him.

-If you wish to go further,angel boy,them it will have to be in a more private place.-He said.

Thomas shrugged,almost taking his shirt off.

-I don't give a bloody hell!-Thomas shouted,the warlock laughed and grabbed him by his tie,taking him in to one of the inner chambers.

This one had a sapphire color,full of blue diamonds and other blue gems,like lapis lazuli,aquamarine and indicolite.

He threw Thomas on the bed,and began to take his clothes off. Thomas kicked off his shoes and took off his socks,his shirt was open.

He wasn't thinking straight,deep down he knew that. His mind was rather foggy. But what he was doing now,it didn't felt wrong.

The warlock was nearly nude,he crashed on Thomas as he layed on the bed. His light blue chest pressed against Thomas' skin,they were burning.

They kissed violently,Thomas' hands running down the back of the boy whose name he didn't even knew.

But it didn't matter,he wouldn't remember it anyways. Thomas removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor,he left the bed and managed to somehow lock the door.

And then he was back to the bed,and the night went on.

"The Next Day"

Thomas woke up in a place completely unknown too him. The only thing he realized at first was that it was all too blue.

The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't wearing any clothes. But there were no bed sheets covering him this time.

"Again? Must be a record or something." He thought.

And the third,and most surprising,was the blue warlock,nude as well,beside on the bed,still asleep.

Thomas quickly got up,looking at everything around him. He didn't exactly remembered what he had been up to. He couldn't remember the boy's name,and his head was exploding.

His clothes were in very unusual places around the blue room,much to his dismay.

-Did this really happened? Have i really done this? Oh Raziel! If my father could see me right now.-Thomas said,he was pretty sure the sleeping warlock was unable to hear him.

Thomas smiled,and then started to laugh a little bit. He was feeling many things,but regret was not one of them.

Perhaps it was just silly to think about Alastair. Thomas did not need him for anything. Anna was right about the Hell Ruelle after all.

He didn't knew if he would ever return,but he did knew himself a lot better right now.

And he was happy with that.

[cammys-imagines24]

• U n c o v e r Y o u •

Title: Uncover You.

Connor x Reader.

Warning's: None.

Word Count: 2K+

Synopsis: You had always wondered what Connor looked like without his skin, and one night you finally gain up the courage to ask him about it. (Fluff, Insecure Connor)

••••••°••••••

You had always wondered what he looked like, I mean really looked like. Past the layer of liquid skin which bared such an uncanny likeness to that of a real human that you sometimes even forgot that it was indeed synthetic.

But, synthetic it was. It wasn't real. The outer layer was just a veil to conceal what was truly underneath; a machine.

Inside there were biocomponent's, circuits, Thirium, wires, processors, units, and metal. Inside, laid an Android. And, you had always been curious to see Connor for who he really was, not the appearance he cloaked himself in.

Even though you had been with the Negotiator for a long time now you had never seen him for who he truly was, and you wanted to. To you it felt like he was always evading showing himself, and you understood why.

Connor had always been one of the most advanced Prototypes to ever stem from CyberLife, and he was created to look the way he did. As a handsome, charming man. And, it was in his basic Programming to remain as human like as possible in order to build up trust in others, and formulate a harmonious environment.

He was built to look the part of a welcoming, benevolent, and affable male who could be anything he needed to be at any precise moment. From domineering and aggressive to friendly and trustworthy when the situation demanded it.

Like a chameleon shifting it's colors to suit it's habitat Connor was designed to be adaptable at any given moment. That was his speciality, but after he became a Deviant you were the first person who got to see him. Really see him for who he truly was, and it was a beautiful sight.

Watching a once indifferent, ever processing, never real Android become something more, and form a personality for himself was so nice to look at. Like a baby experiencing everything for the first time; that's how Connor acted for a while until he eventually grew into the being you fell in love with.

Watching him blossom, his opinions flourish, and his own individuality sprout up like flowers in Springtime was something spectacular, and you marveled in every new day that he expanded more, and more of his identity.

An identity he could actually claim for himself, and not just a built in module in his System.

Connor came to be a sympathetic man with a true heart of gold, and unyielding morals. Slightly awkward, socially inept, even humorous when it came to sassing Hank... He was sensitive, blunt, emotional, afraid of death, and undoubtedly loyal.

And, you loved him dearly... But, you still were curious as to what he truly looked like.

Though you had obviously seen what Androids looked like beneath their layer of synthetic skin; everyone nowadays had, you still wanted to see him.

You wanted to see the man you loved without him being shrouded in a facade that was manufactered to mimic humans. Because that's what it was; a facade. At least to you.

Androids were made to be a perfect carbon copy of humans as that was what was deemed most "appealing" to the public.

People thought that the porcelain white plastic bodies were too disturbing in an everyday scenario, and you hated that. That Androids couldn't just be themselves, how they were built, because it was too appalling apparently.

And, more than anything you didn't want Connor to feel like he had to cover up around you. More than anything you wanted him to be himself, and to see him for who he truly was.

So, that night you waited around in your shared apartment for him to come home. Which usually took a while since Detective work ran late, and most times Connor would wind up shuffling on inside once you were already fast asleep.

But, tonight was different. Tonight you were determined to uncover him.

So, as the evenings sky drifted in, the pale moonshine flooding into the windows of your living room, you stayed up seated on the couch.

Your body coccooned in a fleece blanket, a box of Chinese take-out near you; the bamboo chopsticks stuck into the remains of your Lo Mein.

You were flipping through the channels of your TV, the Detroit news sprawled out across the screen, and in the blue effulgence you cracked a smile, seeing some footage of a crime scene that Connor and Hank had been called out to investigate earlier.

The News Anchor was talking about the gruesome crime involving Red Ice, but you didn't concern yourself with her words. Instead you focused on the footage from the scene, the sight of Connor making your heartbeat flip even though it was just a previously aired recording.

You slunked down more into the cushions of your couch, and continued to impatiently wait around for your boyfriends arrival; Detroit's skyline prevalent in your line of sight as you stared longingly outside, silently wishing for him to be home soon.

As the hours of nightfall drew thin, the moon continuing to rise, your exhaustion was beginning to show itself as your head bobbed, and as your eyes began to slink shut on their own.

But, soon enough before your sleepiness could win out, you heard the door clicking open; the security code having been typed in.

There in the shadows of the entry was Connor, his Android jacket casting a blueish glow all around him.

As he himself never tired it was sometimes hard to believe, by human standards anyway, that he had just came from a gruelling 12 hour shift at the Station. He never looked the part of someone who had the unfortuante job of laboriously solving the incessant crimes that went on in the city of Detroit.

He looked the same as always, ever clean and composed. Not a single thread out of place in his uniform, his tie perfectly straight. The only quirk being the little tuft of brunette hair that fell over his forehead. An individual feature that you happened to enjoy.

With ease the Negotiator made his way over to you, his own face now brightly-lit from the TV screen.

"You shouldn't stay awake for me." He spoke, his smooth voice laced with concern. Your well-being his top priority.

"I know, but I wanted to." You answered, repositioning yourself on the couch in order to swipe the last egg roll.

"You shouldn't eat that." You heard Connor lecture as he took a seat beside you, and you could plainly see his LED blinking. He was calculating the amount of calories, cholesterol, and saturated fats that were inside of it. All the facts he had at his constant disposal sometimes like rain on your parade.

"Please, no details," You halted, raising up your hand in protest. "If you could eat you would understand why people take risks in order to eat truly delicious food."

Connor did as you wished, and fell silent. He meant well, but he knew that he didn't have the right to tell you how to live. He merely wanted you to be healthy, and happy.

So, he just took to settling back into the cozy cushions of the couch while you curled up beside him. Your body snuggling against his as you munched on your last egg roll.

After a lull of calm where you just watched TV like usual, and he made a report to CyberLife it then came time to go to bed. (Well, for you to go to bed anyway)

So, while in the bathroom brushing your teeth you thought about your desire yet again. The distant thought nagging at your brain, and had been for the past few hours.

You were gonna do it, you were going to ask him.

Stepping out into the bedroom you saw Connor waiting for you, his coffee hued eyes so sincere, and you worried that what you were about to ask would make him upset.

But, curiosity killed the cat, they say.

"Connor?"

"Yes?"

"Is it alright if I ask you something personal?"

"Sure, if you'd like." He replied, unaware of the bomb you felt you were about to drop.

"Is it alright if I... See you without your skin?"

To be honest your query had surprised the Android. As that part of him was something he wanted to keep hidden from you.

Connor never wanted you to see him as a machine, as a model that could be mass produced. Forever he could be rebooted into another form, and another, and another... There had been so many Connor's before he met you, and that is why ever since you stepped into his life he had grown to actually be afraid of dying.

Never again did he want to die and come back, never again did he want to be rebooted into another Connor model because to him, it was so different now...

He wanted to keep the form that he first met you in, the one you had touched, and kissed... The body he felt belonged to you, and that is why he wanted to seem as human as possible.

If he revealed himself to you as you wanted would you then start seeing him as simply RK800, and no longer your boyfriend?

Would his body then no longer be like a human males, and instead be like a mannequin to you?

You could see the hesitancy blaze across Connor's expression as his brows knit together. He looked so doubtful, and in a way insecure? You hadn't seen that side of him before, but you knew immediately that it was like looking at a sad puppy.

"I know it's alot to ask, and I won't force you to if you're too uncomfortable to do it," You began to reassure. "It's just that you've seen me when i've been at my most vulnerable. Without makeup, severely sick, having a bad day..."

"I don't want you to think of me as a machine." Connor disclosed, looking so unsure, and you merely smiled.

"I could never think of you as a machine, Connor. To me you'll always be the man I fell in love with." You assured, your words honeyed, dripping with sincerity.

With that Connor's expression softened as you strolled over.

You took his black tie in your hands, and carefully loosened it. Letting the strand of silky fabric cascade to the floor before you continued.

You unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, your eyes interlocked with his all the while, and he let you slip off his Android jacket.

Once fully unclothed Connor brought his fingers up to his LED, and gently tapped the blinking yellow indicator, allowing for his liquid skin to be stripped away.

His humanness peeled off slowly, revealing the pristine white underneath, and you watched as even his synthetic brown hair vanished. The one remaining thing his deep mocha hued eyes, the eyes you fell in love with.

You weren't frightened in the least, instead in awe. He looked beautiful, and his eyes retained the same liveliness to them.

He was now bathed in pure white, the color of snow. His form basic, and plastic. Completely bare to you.

His face was outlined by a few sections of gray, and you could see his Serial Number printed above his brow bone.

Gently with the tips of your fingers you traced over the number, his number "313 248 317- 51" and then you kissed the spot where his Model was stamped.

Your lips pressing sweetly against the "RK800"

You could feel his Thirium pump beating rapidly, and it made your mouth tug upwards into a grin. To you, it was his heartbeat, and you could tell that he was nervous.

"You know being vulnerable is one of the most human things you can feel, Connor." You told him, noticing that he was fixated on you. Analyzing the intimacy that was occuring between you two, and how you were being so affectionate with him.

Connor had probably never showed any other human his entire Android form before, and you were grateful to be the first.

"Aren't you scared?" You heard Connor utter, his LED blinking a warning shade of red for a split second, and you knew why.

He was feeling afraid, the fear of you seeing him differently washing over him, invading his Processors.

"Of course not." You spoke up, your hands timidly roaming over his smooth plastic chest, your gaze locking with his once more.

In the pallid gleam of moonlight you continued to touch him, your fingers ghosting over each piece of his Android frame.

"You are alive, Connor, and this form of yours won't ever change that." You consoled, and you saw the outline of his white lips etch into a smile before he let himself touch you back.

His porcelain hand caressing your cheek, his other finding it's way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Thank you for letting me see you." You said before you were pulled into a tender, passionate kiss.

His outer human skin reappearing, along with his locks of brown hair which you were quick to run your fingers through again.

To Connor that was what he loved most about you.

Your acceptance...

That even in his Android form, all plastic and bare, you saw him as himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

To you he wasn't the Negotiator, the Android sent by CyberLife, a machine designed to accomplish a mission...

In your eyes nothing could deteriorate him from being anything other than the man you loved... A living being that loved you back, more than you could even know.

[the-sinnamon-rolls-blog]

You asked for headcanons, right? Mine is that Izzy was the awkward punk type of person and people who didn't knew her well were scared of her and Kairi was the social butterfly who'd drag Izzy into conversations deliberately to make her comfortable around new people! And in no time, Izzy was surrounded by friends who'd give her geniune praise and turn her into an awkward blushing mess who doesn't know how to handle compliments! Btw, Love you two!! ❤️❤️❤️

Title: Our Friends

Genre: Friendship, Humor

Rating: T

Beta-read by: @theizzypeasy

A/N: This is the first Kairi and Izzy fic! Thank you so much for sending in a headcanon!

Please note that this takes place in a High School AU. This is not part of Kairi and Izzy’s canon storyline. :)

—

“What are you reading, Izzy?”

A pair of cat ears quirked up, and she turned her head to meet her friend. She lifted her hand up, the paper rustling as she did. “We got a headcanon, Kairi.”

“Oh!” Kairi peeked over her shoulder and read what was on the paper. “Is it a good one?”

Izzy snorted. “It’s not a headcanon, it’s fucking canon. It’s basically what you did when you introduced me to your friends.”

Once Kairi finished reading it, she smirked. “You mean our friends.”

Izzy’s ears dropped down in embarrassment and she chuckled nervously. “Uh, yeah. That.”

Kairi stood upright and crossed her arms across her chest. “Anyway, now that everyone’s here, I might as well tell them how you made friends.”

~~~

Izzy sat at the corner of the classroom, mostly keeping to herself. She was thrown into a new school, one that was far too different from her old one. If only things didn’t turn out so bad, maybe she could have stayed. Before she could think of any more unwanted memories, she pushed the thought away and replaced them with something more hopeful.

It wasn’t that it was bad, it just took some adjusting. The uniform, to start, was a lot shorter—preppier—than her old one. The administration was also stricter, but the part that she needed to adjust to was the fact that it was an exclusive school for girls.

Most of them have been studying here from the moment they could walk, and have known each other their entire lives. It was hard to make friends when their circles were already well established. They seemed nice, though. But not nice enough to invite her to sit with them at lunch, or push the conversation further than just getting to know her.

Izzy scratched her pencil across the page of her sketchbook, trying to focus, drowning out the light whispers of how scary she looked.

Was there something wrong with her dark colored lipstick and her rose-tinted glasses? Or maybe it was the ears and the tail?

She looked up, but couldn’t find the girls who were whispering. It was fairly early, and the vibe in the classroom was still sleepy. All until another girl came in and cheerfully greeted everyone good morning.

Ah. It was her.

Bare-faced, poofy short hair, and a well-kept uniform. Izzy didn’t know it was possible to make the uniform look even preppier, but that girl made it possible.

A group of students greeted her back, and Izzy noticed that these were different cliques, but the girl seemed to know them well enough to be able to engage them in small talk, even illicit smiles from them.

“Good morning, Kairi.”

“Good morniiiing!” She waved with one hand, as her other hand was occupied by a cup of coffee.

She seems too happy in the morning. Who the hell was so happy in the morning?

Izzy sighed and continued to draw until their homeroom teacher came in and classes started.

~~~

As the bell rang, Izzy packed her books and rose from her chair, but before she could step around her seat, someone approached her.

“Heya!”

It was that girl.

“Umm… hi?” Izzy responded.

“You’re the new girl, Izzy, right?” She was all smiles, pleasant aura. She was alone, too, as the other girls dispersed into their own groups.

“… yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kairi.”

“Hello.” Izzy gave her a small and awkward wave. She was thinking long and hard, why was this girl talking to her? Did she do something wrong? Was this girl going to tell her to leave their school?

“Saw you drawing earlier.” Kairi grinned.

“Yeah?” Izzy packed up her stuff, wanting to busy herself with something else.

“Can I take a look while we walk to the cafeteria?” She held her hand out, fully expecting Izzy to comply.

Yeah, this girl was weird. But okay. “Sure.” Izzy handed her the sketchbook and watched Kairi flip through as they walked together.

“Oh my god, these are so cute!” She pointed to a few of her sketches and asked excitedly, “is this you? OMG, this guy looks cute, too. Is he your boyfriend?”

Izzy laughed nervously and tried to pull the sketchbook out of Kairi’s hand. “That’s no one.”

Once they reached the cafeteria, a group of girls called for Kairi and waved for her to come over. Kairi waved back and looked at Izzy. “Want to meet my friends?”

Her grip on her sketchbook tightened. What was this? Was this an invitation to meet people? “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, of course!” Kairi laughed. “These girls love art.” She linked her arm with Izzy’s and dragged her towards her friends. “They’re really nice, too.”

Izzy’s ears perked up and she grinned nervously. Although nerve-wracking, it filled her heart with hope that this time, maybe things will turn out differently.

~~~

A/N: We love the headcanons you have been sending in so far! Izzy and I have been screaming over them, brainstorming, and coming up with so much more fun High School AUs. Do send us more of them, and we will turn them into stories or comics!

Izzy and I love to hear from you. Do let us know what you think about this story by leaving us a comment. :)

Have a happy Friyay, darling. ❤️💜

The SINnamon Rolls is a webcomic series by Kairi and Izzy

[barmecidebiohazard]

PRE HELLBENT SURVEY RESULTS! INFO ON THE POST HELLBENT SURVEY BELOW, PLEASE READ THAT

Before hellbent was released, I ran a survey on the amino and on Tumblr about it. I didn't get many responses, but here's what I did get:

Many people would consider themselves experts on the series.. following that, more people have a pretty okay grasp on the lore. A few people know little about the videos, only what they see at face value and maybe through YouTube comments. The total percentage of people tested who fit in this category was 37.1%.

Arthur takes the Cake as the most relatable character by far, ranking at 45.7% of those tested vibing with him. We also had two people who had exclusive answers: one ??? And one Duet. Of the main four, mystery was the least relatable (probably because he's a dog.)

WHY ARE THEY RELATABLE?

Arthur:

Arthur can be very stubborn, and is aggressively supportive of his friends. He would sacrifice his own comfort for their comfort, which has hurt him a lot in the past andat's something I resonate with personally.

Majority of it is headcanons and fanon, but given little bits and pieces, (and the blood type) (arthur) cares a lot about his friends, risking sleep to the point of hallucinating.

(Arthur) I don’t really know. I think I just like invented (maybe not physically) and I like ghosts until they get scary.

(Arthur) Because I’m a scaredy-cat of ghosts

(Arthur) Due to bouts of anxiety and mental instability, I've done things I shouldn't have and have been scared to apologize.

(Arthur) Tired looking, Scared, but protective over friends more then own safety

(Arthur) He just seems to be like me

(Arthur) Being a paranoid 24 7

(Arthur) “ψ(｀∇´)ψ Buddy seems to be nervous and possibly a lil socially awkward- seems a bit like myself.

(Arthur) Because he’s emotionally unbalanced and same honestly :,)

(Arthur)I care about my friends and become scared if they're gone. I do the best i can to see if they're ok

Had to choose one so I picked Arthur.

(Arthur) i too am Fear (eloquent.)

(Arthur) Im not really into adventure or scary stuff, I love hamsters, and I make mistakes.

(Arthur)Worried a lot of the time

(Arthur)Because I'm just as nervous and scared and know alot about technology.

Vivi:

(Vivi)She is so free spirited and I love her!!!

(Vivi) Obsessed with the paranormal and supernatural.

Because me an Vivi are fascinated by the weirdest things and are calmer at first, until the fascination wears off by a actual or potential threat.

(Vivi) I’m very out-going? I tend to do what I say, I’m compassionate

(Vivi)We have similar personalities.

(Vivi) She adveturous and feels more wonder than fear.

Well vivi is pretty quirky and weird like I am and over all loves the supernatural and the strange stuff

(Vivi) Intelligence and Curiosity

Lewis:

(Lewis) You gay (thanks?)

Like Lewis I know how it feels to feel betrayed by someone you trust, by a best friend. I also know how it feels to lose love.

(Lewis)I love exploring diffrent places

(Lewis)I understand why he would be angry and upset. It makes sense.

(Lewis)kind, but has a temper

Anger issues(seriously i can relate) when he (Lewis) felt betrayed when "Arthur killed him". I know that feeling. I love spicy food too and deep inside i'm a romantic xD. I don't know how to explain it but maybe i relate to him because how he feels and reacts to things. His behaviour i guess?.(idk if you get it)

Mystery:

(Mystery)We have the same sort of personality

(Mystery) cause I would be as loyal as a dog to certain people and would do anything to protect them

Just think mystery is a good boi just like me

Duet:

Because I have been role playing as duet for at least 2 years and that’s the main character I’m comfortable with.

???:

(???)????? (Thank you for the elaboration.)

I think it's funny that Shiromori has two votes, because:

She has significantly MORE votes than ???. This is because quite a few people didn't vote ??? As bad OR good. I think this shows that not everybody is aware ??? Exists.

And finally, what I find surprising:

The most relatable and least relatable of the main 4 tie for most disliked!

Now I will admit, a few answers were "I had to pick one", but for Arthur the main causes were:

"I just don't like him" and

"I think he's slightly guilty"

Meanwhile Mystery's were

"He doesn't stand out to me as a character" and

"he's hiding something"

Vivi also shared these answers.

Lewis is the least hated, with some casual remarks about his ill temper and mistreatment of Arthur.

You know what this means!

POST HELLBENT SURVEY

I seriously need you to take this survey, and reblog this post so we can get lots of answers!!!

[lovelysparkle0101-blog]

Hi I love you. Part 3

hello again, kitty, do you mind if today I tell you about my love?

Even though I am twelve years old, but I had a lot of love and minus fucking people in the fact that they believe that teenagers do not know how to love and in general they are all stupid and have their maximals maximized. DON'T BELIEVE THEM, THESE STUPID AGEISTS!!!PLEASE TRUST NO ONE

When I was 8-9 years old, I was in love with my childhood friend from a neighboring yard, but of course nothing happened, lol

Later, when I met the grandson of my parents' friends, he “fell in love with me” and began to take care of me in every possible way, and he did it toxic, constantly calling me by his last name and in general I don’t like it. I was a bit like a date with him and threw him. So this bitch became 😎

lol, funny fact: when I was little, I thought that in order to have children I needed to sleep, literally sleep, there was not even a talk about sex. AND KNOW WHAT ?! I SUGGESTED HIM TO SLEEP WITH ME AND I THINK, AFTER THAT I'LL BE PREGNANT AHHAHAHAH FUUUUCK this is probably the most awkward situation in my life

When I was 10 years old, I fell in love with my classmate , it was mutual and we had a pretty sweet relationship, I don’t remember how I broke up, but now I’m joking with him.

I also had a love about which I don’t really want to remember. In one group chat, my girlfriend introduced me to one person who was 4 years older than me at that time. I behaved very nicely with him, I wanted to please him, I called him differently, cared for him and after a month of our communication I confessed to him in love, although, again, I do not think I loved him. I do not even remember what he said, but we continued to communicate, sometimes I behaved foolishly and when I re-read our old correspondence I choke with laughter, because it was complete idiocy. In the end, once I got bored and I began to behave with him even worse and i blocked it . I was very sad about him, I thought that I had lost my last chances for love in this world. Soon I began to forget about him, and during the last winter holidays, when I had already forgotten him I unblocked it and it was added to me as a friend on that social network. He began to apologize, but I'm a bitch therefore I said that I would give him a chance. We talked all the holidays, and then he forgot about me. I blocked him again and later he deleted the page. This game lasted from summer 2017 to January 2018. I don't know what came over me, but when I reviewed the group chat where we met, I found his phone number, and I wrote to him in September 2018, then I became wiser, but I did not have love and I decided to start writing to him again. At first, I thought it was a bad idea because it was silly to start the third time. When I wrote him an SMS, he answered me and gave a link to his new blog.We started talking again, he became older by a year and so did I, we already had better conversations and once I asked him: "Do you play in ...? ". It was a game we played together, we liked to spend time like this, even at our meeting we played it. He called me a cat and sent hearts, everything could be fine if it were not for the damn panic attack because of which I stopped communicating with him. Now I’m even happy that I sent him because I felt that we won’t succeed and now it’s really easier for me and I remember what is he asshole.

but it was all just falling in love, I don’t think that at least in one case I really loved someone

True love was with me at 11 and continues to this day, in some astronomy group, on October 22, 2017 at 0:42 am I met a girl who changed my life. She is Cancer, I am Taurus. We started to communicate. We talked about everything every day, about our interests, and about everything in general. Our communication was fabulous, I felt very comfortable and pleasant with her. But when spring I started having panic attacks and anxiety attacks, our communication began to develop poorly, each time it became worse, and I kept crying at night and singing a song that reminds me of her. In the end, about two days after her birthday, I wrote her a message that we needed to stop communicating, and I don’t know why, but it became easier for me, more precisely, easy, then incredibly difficult. I did not know why I did it, and until then I don’t know, because she wanted to come to me from another country, we loved each other madly, but I am so idiot that I still blame myself for that.

But, you will not return anything and I do not despair, because I know that it is possible that somewhere on this vast land there will be a person whom I will love and he will replace me.

oh, I didn't torture you with my talk? I hope not, but about my true love, I most likely will not tell, for which I am sorry, I just don't want to tell everyone about my treasure ♡️

happiness loves silence

[itoshit]

Opening the door, I was met with Vee, laying on the bed. None of us talked, and as I noticed tears running down her face, I couldn't prevent the tight smile from showing up.

Hey Venus

I knew what I was doing. I knew Vee would be mad, but I also knew that I hadn't have any choice.

Your hair... you did it for me?

Yes I did

No I didn't. I just thought that I would be able to attract more chicks that way

You're funny Manji'

She cracked a smile at my reply, but I didn't reflect her expression.

Manjiro will do yeah? Look Venus.

Approaching her and sitting by her side, I turned to her, resuming my talk.

It was dumb of me. Everything really. I think... how could I put it. You're a nice girl, but I don't think you're a good match for me. I need my woman to be more courageous and less of a crybaby you know? So yeah, it was fun while it lasted, but I kinda grew tired of you. Not to be mean though, it happens every day. I don't want to waist more time on you, so as soon as you're healed, you can start your life again alright? Koko could help you with money, we'll buy you a new apartment.

Vee didn't seem to listen anymore, her eyes were on me, but she didn't look as if she was believing me.

You're lying

Guess I will have to be more convincing them. Passing a hand through my hair, I grinned at her.

Look Venus, the sex was good, but you're getting too attached. You even said to Kakucho that you liked me! Really? Baby I was keeping you around because I pitied you. To be honest, I wanna fuck other girls now.

I needed to hurt her. To make her let go of me.

Senju wanted to see me tonight so... yeah.

Vee started being more aggressive with me, explaining it by the request that I had for her to be mine and me to be hers. I knew all that, and of course I wanted us to be together. But it wouldn't work. Not with an angel like her.

Look Venus, don't be a bore yeah? Don't act like we were together or anything. I don't like you, I stayed because your pussy was good. End of the story! I need to get ready for my little date, so I'm gonna go now. So huh... have some rest yeah?

Patting her uninjured leg, I didn't wait for her to answer and I winked at her, exiting the room.

As the door was closing, I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

I was used to all that, but this time, I would make sure that the person I held close to my heart would stay alive, regardless of my feelings.

Sacrificing my happiness didn't look that bad if that meant for Vee to stay alive. Would I be able to see her with someone else? No. Did I even have a say in the matter? No.

-Mikey

I- I feel so bad rn??😭😭

And I hope you ate after !

OHHH OKAY MICHAEL!

I don’t like you. I pitied you. I don’t want to waste anymore time on you.

I knew he was lying. I knew every word he said to me was nothing more than fabricated bullshit he probably came up with on the drive here. There wasn’t any way somebody could fake the things we said to each other, the things we did. I knew that. So why was there a small part of me that was hurt? Who was contemplating the possibility that they were true. Of course it wasn’t… right?

I waited in that bed, saving my forgiveness for when he’d burst through the door five minutes later groveling at my feet, begging for mercy. I waited, despite the tears on my face that somehow knew he wasn’t. I waited and waited and waited. He never showed. That’s when I sobbed, big, heaving, blubbering ones. I sat there crying for what felt like forever, until I couldn’t even produce tears anymore. And then I got angry.

Pressing my nurse’s button, I ripped the IV out of my wrist and the other machines checking my vitals, watching blood trickle all along the sheets. I didn’t care about it. I couldn’t stay another second in this fucking place. If Mikey wanted nothing to do with me after I healed, then I’ll do him something better. The nurse ran in panicked, eyes wide. I watched her gape at the sheets, at the flatlining monitors and then at me. I didn’t even give her time to speak. I had already begun to stand.

I need to get out of here, I told her, lifting myself up from the bed.

She charged at me, trying to push my shoulders back down but I wouldn’t budge. What are you doing? Your wounds haven’t healed yet!

I repeated myself, but she was still panicking, going off about something I refused to care about. Irritated, I take the collar of her scrubs and yank, bringing her close to me. Listen to me, I need to get the fuck out of this building and if you don’t help me, I’m going to find a fire escape and do it that way. Or maybe I’ll jump out of the window, break my fucking neck. Can you live with knowing somebody died on your watch because you wouldn’t help them? Would you be able to stomach it?

The words coming out of my mouth were unrecognizable to me. I got petty with my friends and said shit I didn’t mean, but this was cruel and excessive. I guess this what Mikey was turning me into.

I let her go only after she nods her agreement, looking ready to burst into tears by the second. First, I’ll need a disguise. No matter what Mikey had just told me, I knew he wouldn’t let me out of his sight if he caught me doing this. And being trapped around Mikey was not going to fly. Fuck no. Where’s the clothes you came in wearing?

I-In my bag in our locker rooms, she stammered.

Bring them. I need to change.

She went out of the room and came back, bag in trembling hand. I dressed quickly and keeping my head down, I allowed her to sneak me straight out of the building and around the back where her car was parked. Then I asked her to drive me somewhere.

What? I can’t d—

Why not? I asked without caring to consider her feelings. The poor woman probably didn’t get paid enough for this. Is there anybody else Bonten gives a fuck about that requires you giving them medical attention?

N-no.

Good. I grinned. That means you’re off for the day. Now drive. You don’t have to worry about Mikey, this is what he wanted. A half truth considering he certainly wouldn’t have wanted me to be out of his life this quickly, but I skipped a few steps for my sanity and his life. If I had to be in his vicinity I probably would have killed him.

We got in the car and sped off, me giving her directions as soon as she started driving. I watched the building grow smaller and smaller in the rearview, doing my best to ignore the thudding in my heart. The pain. The stress of everything I had been through on top of this bullshit. My thigh throbbed dully in reminder beneath the bandage. Eventually, we arrived at the destination of my choice, and I was sure to thank her for everything she did. I couldn’t give her anything but gratitude. I didn’t have any money. My phone was still in that torture room where I left it, and all the shit Mikey bought me most likely didn’t survive in that collision that got me kidnapped in the first place. I was grateful for that last one. I needed no reminders of him.

I quickly hopped out of the car, hobbling toward the door of the place I had requested to go. The nurse, who’s name I realized I never asked for, pulled out of the yard before I even entered the door. Couldn’t say I blamed her. I pressed the ringer on the door, pushing on it when it buzzed open. Immediately the stench of animal hit me full force. The sound of dogs barking and cats meowing brought a smile to my face.

Then I heard him. Who’s at the d- His words got caught in his throat, most likely at the sight of me.

Hey, Dee. I had cried all my tears out for the day in that bed. I could only express my emotions in humor. The boss hasn’t fired me yet, right?

Then I started to fall, but he caught me just in time, sobbing my name into my neck. I hugged him back tightly, heart bursting for an entirely different reason now. I was safe. I was home.

Six months came and went in a blur. I spent most of it being interrogated by police and interviewers alike. I kept my stories the same. I didn’t know my kidnappers. I never saw their faces. I never knew why I was kidnapped. Despite the fact that I could draw a detailed picture of Mikey’s face in my sleep, I didn’t sell out Bonten. I had gotten into the last predicament by them thinking I was an enemy, I didn’t want to prove that I actually was one. And besides, I wanted nothing to do with him or atleast that was the story I was feeding myself.

I never saw Natalie again. I didn’t know what Mikey did with her, and I didn’t have it in me to care. My conversations with Angel and Tati stopped a bit after they realized that too. I was glad. I was starting to grow tired of pretending I missed the traitor, and they were tired of pretending like they didn’t resent me for being the one who made it out.

Darren and I were practically inseparable. He had become my right hand, driving me around to physical therapy, helping me assimilate back into society, and still managed to keep the last bit of normalcy I had before I left during work, cracking jokes as if nothing happened. From the outside looking in, it almost was as if nothing did happen, but you had to look closer. I couldn’t sleep at night. Nightmares plagued my dreams every waking day, either of Koda, Mikey’s men who had groped me, or Mikey himself. The only time I managed to sleep was on my lunch breaks, much to Darren’s dismay. But other than that? I was okay, doing what I loved again and surrounded by genuine people.

Now Darren was convinced that what I was missing was a social life. Just come out with me, Vee. It’s just drinks at a bar with a few of my friends. We’ll even leave before 11pm.

Because your bedtime is 10, I teased, laughing when he nudged me.

I’m serious, he whined. It won’t be awkward I promise they already know- He cut himself off.

Perhaps that was the most awkward part of all of this. Everybody knew me now as the girl who survived her ‘kidnapper’. Imagine what they’d think if I told them that technically he wasn’t my kidnapper. They’d probably faint if they found out I fucked him too.

It’s okay, Dee. I was all over the news. They’re bound to know.

Still, they’re not assholes. They won’t treat you any differently. I promise. And if you’re still uncomfortable we could leave and I’ll never bother you about this again for the rest of my life. Pretty please?

I mentally groaned. Darren could get annoying when he was pleading, and it wasn’t like I had anything else to do. My routine consisted of home, work, school, occasional grocery store, gym and repeat. Nothing else exciting.

Fine, I relented, trying not to smile at his loud whoops. But I’m leaving at 10 alright?

Alright, he cheered, hugging me. Let me text the guys right now! This is going to be awesome! You won’t regret this , Vee.

I sure hoped so.