#I just feel really bad for her and want her to find happiness

[unacknowledgeable]

your Serial killer readeris giving me vibes of...

in my view, they are very similar. Does reader have a thirst for blood like toga? or cannibalistic halibes?

Interesting question, I'll try to answer the best I can lol.

 One thing I like to do in order to establish a character, is to take a character from pre-existing media, decide on where the two characters are similar, and then show how they are different. where those parallel lines meet and where they diverge from each other.

For instance, the bird incident in readers childhood is a pretty direct parallel to Togas (actually a complete accident on my part, but one I'm happy with) and they both hurt the bird as a form of fascination or “love” of the creature.

 But one of the major differences between Himiko and Reader is that while Himiko found the bird in the garden, already injured and likely beyond saving, and drank its blood as a final act of love towards it, the reader caught their bird, perfectly healthy, and caused its pain themselves. Himiko's parents put Toga in the hands of professionals in order to curb these violent tendencies, to no avail and to her detriment, while the reader was just told “no, bad” then tossed back into the deep end, having experienced no real consequences for what they did. 

The other difference is that Toga (from my understanding) never grew out of her confusion as to why her way of showing love wasn't okay. The reader, initially, is confused, yes. But as they get older they do realize why it discomforts people, that it is asserting your will over others and that it is fundamentally wrong. This knowledge, however, does not stop them from doing it.

Similar incidents, but different actions, upbringings and outside influences lead to different circumstances.

Now, personality wise, I'm not sure, I never actually finished mha lol, i didn't see all of togas screentime first hand, nor the best grasp on her personality besides ‘hyperactive bubbly maniac with a dash of cannibalism’. Where Himiko’s love is outright and sporadic, I’d say readers' love is more akin to a quiet awe, a silent devotion, easily overlooked if you dont know it's there. 

If you do want a personality to branch off of, Jinx from Arcane would be the closest match as of right now, as I was watching the show during my early concepts for this story lol.

 Otherwise, right now, I don't have any specific character that I take a large amount of inspiration from, just a few that I pick and choose character traits from that I like. SK!Readers personality is based around my general knowledge of serial killers, and media tropes I enjoyed so much they ended up stuffed into my own lil guys 

Now, does the reader have cannibalistic tendencies? I don't know.  It wasn't really something I gave much thought to, despite my fascination with “Consumption as an act of love”. If I were to add it, I’d have to find a reason for it besides shock value. So if anyone has any ideas for it, feel free to send it my way.

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[bunnyinvanilla]

hey it’s me. again. kind of self indulgent but price with reader stressing OUT about exams and school and being an anxious emotional mess.

hey hi again, please fill my inbox with your beautiful amazing feet kicking reqs ily

this is so self insert, oh my, literally relatable on a personal level 🥺 lil side note: I’m super open about my faith because it’s what keeps me alive and happy, so there’s a lil mention of it on the one shot <33

as a college student, your days are constantly reminded of your upcoming exams, and lately you’ve been an emotional, sensitive, anxious lil mess. The tiniest inconvenience makes you cry, sob your stress out, you’re very fidgety, john notices that — bouncing your leg when you’re sitting, biting your nails, playing with your fingers.

you can’t style the ribbon on your hair? you cry. you drop a drink and it spills out? you cry. you can’t put mascara on properly? you cry. you can’t find a comfortable spot or position to study? you cry.

when you’re working at the bar, you try hard not to think about when you’ll have to go back home with price and bury your head deep into your notes. You only feel calm and relaxed when you’re either reading your lovely books, praying, getting dolled up and having quality time with john — all kinds of it.

john understands, he really does. Poor baby, having to study so hard, you’re so anxious and stressed and overwhelmed :( but he so proud of you, his little girl studying hard for her education.

you basically only go to college because you like studying and you know that graduating is important, because with john, you’ll never have to lift a finger, he already spends all his money on you, you can just be his pretty sugar baby in peace.

when you get too anxious, you end up studying on his lap, while he works on some paperwork in his office. When the familiar anxiety cripples in your stomach, making you want to throw up, and you start moving nervously, john intervenes — wrapping his arm tighter around your waist, squeezing softly to remind you of his presence, or gripping your knee gently, stopping your bouncing and rubbing his thumb over it in circular motions.

“shhh love, daddy’s here, breath and focus”

”im so scared, i don’t think i can do it, what if I don’t pass it” you’re a blubbering little mess, considering all the worst case scenarios that will never happen, john knows you’ve always excelled in your studies.

“you will pass it, babydoll, your exam will go amazing,” his deep british accent is basically an antidote against your thoughts, it spreads over you like a warm caramel balm. “you’re always studying so hard, daddy’s proud of you, you’re worrying too much angel,”

poor bunny you’re stressing your poor head out, little tears stain your notebooks, you don’t know how john handles all that paperwork, that responsibility at work, being the captain and commanding officer.

but he wipes away those ears, whispering to your ear how proud of you he is. Tells you to study just a bit more, and he’ll reward you later. that’s enough to keep you focused on the task, using colorful highlighters so that when you’re done, he can easily press you against his desk and make you forget about all the bad anxiety

:,(<33 spoiler: you do end up passing it, but act nonchalantly as if you didnt just cry every day before taking it. “daddy I’ve passed it! :D”

“good job angel, good girl, love, see? that’s because you studied har-“

“but I have another one next month :(“

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Hey!

Obviously last one just finished, but here are the rest:

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He’s completely trapped. 

This goes on until he can’t hear Eddie anymore, and then everything slips into darkness. 

🍂

“Wake up.”

Buck’s eyes snap open with ease. It takes him a second to realize that he’s no longer lying alone. The smell of mud reaches his nose and when he looks down he sees Eddie. 

“Holy fuck,” Buck exhales. 

“Yeah,” Adriana, who is kneeling by the fire nearby them, says. 

Eddie is naked. Or, okay. No, he's still wearing boxers. But otherwise, he’s completely stripped, cold like a block of ice, and streaked with mud. His skin is covered in freshly formed bruises and scrapes. 

“What the hell happened?” Buck demands. 

Buck scrambles into a sitting position, moving Eddie, who shivers at the change in shared body heat. There’s a really nasty bruise on his left shoulder. Like something is wrong with it. 

“He has a contusion,” Buck says. He glares at Adriana. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” she says. Calmly. Too calmly. “He found his way back all by himself.”

“Eddie,” Buck pleads, wiping damp hair from his forehead. “Eddie, wake up. Please wake up.”

“He might not,” she says. “Not for a while.”

“Why?” Buck demands. 

“I think he must have really strained himself to get back,” she says. “Considering he hasn’t done it before. It… It takes something out of you.”

“He slept a long time the first night after he… Ended up like this,” Buck says. 

She nods. “Yeah. Like that.”

This is bad. This is really, really bad. 

“Okay, uh…” Buck struggles to make an executive decision. He can’t… He doesn’t know what to do.

He shakes Eddie again. “Wake up. Please.” 

To Buck’s relief, Eddie makes a small moan of protest.

“Show me his back,” Adriana says. “I want to see how far along it is.”

“Uh, well, he’s not pregnant,” Buck replied, confused.

She rolls her eyes. “Why does he like you? No. I mean, how much of it is still there.”

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Buck follows him, until he finds Chris standing in what he imagines is the doorway of his bedroom. He’s nearly hyperventilating. Tears are pouring down his face. 

“Hey,” Buck says gently, rushing over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Chris. Buddy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll tell them to stop.”

Chris shakes his head. “It’s my fault.”

“It’s not,” Buck replies. “It’s… It’s just a really hard situation.”

“I don’t know what to do,” he cries. “I don’t know what… I don’t know. They really want me to stay. Everyone’s upset, and it’s all because I chose this.”

Fucking…

Buck takes a deep breath. Buck might be the only person Chris can trust in this moment, and cursing out his grandparents will ruin that. As much as Buck may be inclined to do just that. So he collects himself before responding. 

“Christopher, listen to me,” Buck says. 

Chris also takes a deep breath and looks him in the eye. 

“Have I ever lied to you?” Buck asks. 

“N-no,” Chris admits. 

“Right,” Buck says. “So you can trust me when I say, whatever you choose, whenever you choose it, it’s all going to be okay. I promise.”

“How can you promise?” Chris asks shakily. “You don’t know for sure.”

“I can’t explain it to you, but I just do,” Buck says. “I know it. So you don’t have to feel guilty or bad. You trust your gut, Chris. I trust it.”

Christopher’s face crumples, and he slumps forward into Buck, crying. Buck holds him, lets him cry. 

“I’m not some criminal or abusive person! You can’t lie to me like you have to hide him from me! He’s my son!” 

Eddie is saying in the other room. It sounds like he’s trying not to yell. He’s just failing at that. 

“On top of everything else we’re doing for you, Edmundo, should we keep a detailed journal of his days? Time stamp it?” Ramon fires back. 

“I’m going to go tell them to stop,” Buck says. “I… I shouldn’t have… He’s just upset he heard you were happy with friends, and now… Now he worries you’re lonely.”

“I am,” Chris mumbles. “It’s really lonely here.”

Buck’s heart aches. 

[iwanttodance]

Ok so, 2024.

2024 was a wild year. So much happened. I forgot to even take a pic with a drink before midnight tonight. (Well I’ve been up since 5 am traveling and then got home to shower and change and be convinced to still go out, so I think I can be excused for only having a photo I took in a bar bathroom with an empty glass at dyke night at what is faster becoming my favorite bar.

So I didn’t get around to writing this earlier in the day, so here I am doing my annual wrap up from the metro ride home from the bar at 1:15.

2024 started out with my making my birthday resolution list on Jan 11th. (11 days til I’m 32!) so I wanted to quit my job, but was waiting til after the top surgery consult I had finally gotten scheduled. Among some other things I also wanted to try and hike once a month.

Well, I was let go from my job on Jan 16, but was able to pick up freelance work in my field before January was even over that stayed consistant, so I was able to save all the severence I got to help pay for the top surgery that I then got in June!

And I’ve gone hiking not every month but most months I’ve been able to get out to hike at least once!

So overall even tho the world is going to shit and full of terrible bad I had pretty good year compared to my last few(several?)

But today was certainly an end to 2024.

I woke up at 5 am in nor cal to catch the Amtrak. train down to Bakersfield and then the Amtrak connector bus the rest of the way to LA. But the train kept getting delayed so E got to Bakersfield and hour late, and then barely got into the bus ride when the bus broke down on the grapevine and we had to wait an hour for the next 2 busses to come pick us up. So I final got back over 2 hours late I figured I’d just stay into tonight. Then my roommate was like but it’s New Year’s Eve!! And there was a NYE dyke night event I was interested in so I said fuck it and got ready and went. And I ended up having a pretty good time for the most part. I made some friends right away and our little groupe of singles slowly grew and I got some numbers and was really vibing with a few of them, and was really vibing with this one girl for most of the night and it’s felt really good and then we made out at midnight and then she said ´that was fun, I’m gonna go find that girl we were hanging with earlier’ then thing got a bit awkward because the bar isn’t really that big and I ran into her 2 more time before I finally dipped out.´ and headed to the metro for home.

Anyways I’m feeling a bit frustrated at the moment but Happy New Year and here’s to 2025 I hope it can be less shit than I’m expecting it to be!

Time to finally get around to planning what to do for my birthday now that it’s only 10 days away !

starting out the new year with a bottle of ginger beer. 

Happy new year everybody. 

heres to 2013 and to not being alone in my room next new years eve. 

also, I’m going to be 20 in 11 days. what. 

[someoneintheshadow456]

If I ever play Origins after Inquisition (which from the looks of things, I will), I'm definitely going to make a Male Warden/Morrigan romance because I don't want her to sleep with someone she doesn't even like for the dark ritual. Poor woman's already been through enough and doesn't get the luxury of a happy ending if you leave her alone, unlike the other characters.

Yes she's evil, but she has a sad past :( and she's so tortured and troubled :( I can fix her! She just needs a man with a heart of gold who will treat her right!

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis truly has a near terminal case of burned out golden child syndrome. caterina fucked both of these kids over so incredibly bad with the dynamic she enforced there, with illario being labled the perpetual fuckup kid where lucanis 'could do no (would never be allowed to do) wrong'. the way he admits in the first coffee date scene that the only thing that happened when he showed he could carry the weight of expectation was that more weight was added makes me so sad. you can hear it in caterina's voice in his intro mission that she's incredibly proud of him, but this is clearly a leandra and hawke situation where that pride never translates into relief or resolution or unconditional warmth or understanding or anything that really helps.

[whoblewboobear]

Jace was totally a Hudol kid right?

He failed wizardry 101 three years in a row, he probably hooked up with your crush, ​he was voted most likely to be arrested on account of all the pranks he pulled around campus. He smokes cigarettes in the parking lot. He’s at the top of his sorcery classes and his name is on everyone’s lips, he’s Jace Stardiamond and if you don’t know him, then maybe you’re just not cool enough to.

By the time he’s a junior, everyone has an idea of who he is but when he’s alone with himself, he has a hard time deciding if he knows who he is. Every moment of his life he’s been told the whos, whats and whys and he feels trapped inside of the labels and high standards so he takes comfort in the unknown.

For once he finally feels in tune with his magic. He doesn’t need to know where it comes from when it comes to him as easy as breathing. He still has such a keen eye for it, though. He approaches sorcery with such a precision and resolve that leaves people in awe of him, the attention doesn’t hurt either.

He always admired that quality in the wizards surrounding him, there’s no reason he can’t borrow that kind of self discipline for himself if it leads to better self discovery.

Still, he can’t take the way his old wizardry textbooks mock him from where they live on his bookshelf. He finds a home for them far at the top of his closet and doesn’t look back.

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Is2g the way he told Adaine he couldn’t take a level of wizard, “I tried.” And then him saying he always thought wizards were a bit stinky has haunted me since the finale aired. That man has a deep vendetta associated with wizardry, you just know it. That shit haunts him.

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[buttercup-art]

hey

[nomidreams]

god i finally watched new episodes my honest reaction is jgiwoaoKzmxmkwkakkak

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[derpinette]

girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could

[guinevereslancelot]

decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy

[thoughtpeek]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED BROTHERSHIP IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!

[the-lark-ascending69]

Had this moment of extreme anger and aggression out of nowhere and ended up hurting myself and then i wrote about it, went out to get some coffee, chatted w the coffee lady for 5 minutes, watched an episode of amphibia and now i feel weirdly refreshed and hopeful about life and the future??