#IDK if I’ll come back to this or make it better

[lizziesangel]

hi miss lizzie! i’m very much a sucker for a good “tell me who did this” “who did this to you?” trope. could you maybe write (somewhat)enemy!rafe x reader? maybe topper or some kook did something to her & she’s not sure how, but she finds herself going to rafe about it or maybe he finds her & takes care of whoever it was?? idk maybe just angsty & kinda fluffy ahh!! hope this makes sense 🫡🫡

hi my angel!! i love this omgg, i LOVEEEE that trope as well, oh myyy

the moon casted a pale glow over the winding road as you trudged home from the bonfire, the salty air clinging to your skin. the night had gone south faster than you could have imagined, and now, with a throbbing nose and mascara streaking down your cheeks, you just wanted to disappear into the shadows.

you wiped at your nose again, smearing blood across the back of your hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

headlights lit up the road behind you, growing brighter with each passing second. you groaned, stepping further onto the grass shoulder, hoping whoever it was would just keep driving.

but, no such luck.

the truck slowed, and a familiar voice called out, sharp and taunting.

“long night, l/n? or are you practicing for the next kook week 5k?”

rafe fucking cameron. of course.

you didn’t bother looking at him, just kept walking, your arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“seriously? what are you doing out here, l/n? trying to hitch a ride, or just making me feel bad for your poor life choices?”

“hello?” he called again, drawing the truck to a stop alongside you. “what, too good to grace me with one of your snappy comebacks?”

“come on,” he pressed. “at least give me some material for the next time you try to roast me. you’re making it too easy.”

when you didn’t respond, his cocky smirk faded, and something in his voice shifted.

he cut himself off abruptly as you turned your head, and his eyes locked on your bloody nose and tear-streaked face.

“wait—what the hell?” the door slammed, and within seconds, he was in front of you, blocking your path. his sharp eyes darted over your face, taking in the blood trickling from your nose and the tear-streaked remnants of mascara. his jaw tightened.

“who did this to you?” he demanded, his voice low and brimming with an anger that wasn’t directed at you.

you rolled your eyes, stepping around him. “go away, rafe.”

he grabbed your arm—not hard, but firm enough to stop you. “y/n. i’m not fucking joking. who did this?”

you yanked your arm free, glaring up at him. “why do you care? so you can laugh about it with topper and the rest of your kook buddies tomorrow? save it.”

his expression darkened further, the cocky edge gone entirely. “i swear to—tell me who did this before i lose my shit even more.”

you hesitated, torn between anger and confusion. this wasn’t the rafe you knew—the one who always had some snide comment or cutting remark. this rafe looked... furious. protective.

“ruthie,” you finally muttered, crossing your arms tighter. “topper’s girlfriend. she got mad because i didn’t let her trash-talk kie.”

“what the hell did she do?” he pressed, stepping closer, his voice dangerously quiet.

“I defended kie, and ruthie lost it. shoved me, got in my face. whatever. it’s done now, okay?” you snapped, tears threatening to spill again.

“why do you even care, rafe?”

he stared at you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of anger and something softer—something you couldn’t quite place.

“because,” he said finally, his voice steady but laced with frustration, “no one gets to do this to you. no one.”

you swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over you.

“get in the truck,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, unsure if you should trust the sudden shift in him.

“y/n,” he said again, softer this time, his hand hovering near your arm as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d let him touch you. “let me take you home. and i’ll handle that girl.”

against your better judgment, you nodded, letting him guide you to the passenger seat. as he drove, the silence between you was heavy but oddly comforting.

for once, you didn’t feel the need to push him away. and for once, he didn’t feel the need to pretend he didn’t care.

[wonhes]

— ONE YEAR LATER —

WARNINGS: MDNI !!!! this is my failed attempt at writing smut in a way 😞 idk but sohee is a tiddie man here 👍 mentions of cumming, sucking dick and tits, and fingering, dry humping is heavily implied. so, basically reader and sohee are getting freaky. sohee is vv needy. don’t hate please i don’t usually write this, this was hard for me 😭

☁︎ — AUGUST 8TH, 2025 9:13 AM

“okay these are cool enough,” anton mumbles to himself while getting a batch of cupcakes out and placing them in front of seunghan. handing him the frosting, anton briefly turns towards where he was previously standing to get another apron.

“get the frosting and start decorating them,” anton orders as he throws seunghan an apron before quickly turning back to re-read the ingredients he needs for the next cupcake batch.

“having a mental bake down,” seunghan reads out loud as he extends the apron the younger boy gave him. “i think this one suits you better,” seunghan snickers out as he watches anton stressfully tug at his hair.

“what?” anton asks, turning in his ‘i cook as good as i look’ apron. “whatever. seunghan, just put it on and start decorating the cupcakes!”

letting out a small chuckle at anton’s frustrated expression, seunghan nods his head and begins putting on the apron. concentrated, he rolls up his sleeves as he gets the icing bag anton gave him and starts gently squeezing the icing out.

“more eggs!” anton randomly yells out once he sees the egg carton empty. jumping at anton’s sudden voice, seunghan accidentally squeezes the icing bag much harder than he anticipated, causing the icing to messily overflow on top of the cupcake.

“fuck!” seunghan mumbles to himself, wide eyed as he quickly scrambles to hide the cupcake away from anton’s sight.

not taking any notice to his older friend’s actions, anton quickly walks towards the refrigerador and takes hold of the egg carton. watching as the taller boy returns back to his spot, seunghan lets out a sigh of relief before choosing to continue hiding the cupcake away from anton and work on the rest of the batch.

not another minute goes by before they hear the doorbell ringing. groaning, anton immediately shakes his head, silently choosing to ignore the doorbell.

“i’ll get it-” seunghan replies only for anton to ignore him.

“busy!” anton yells out. playfully rolling his eyes at anton’s actions, seunghan makes his way to the licubg room to go open the front door. “hey, no! you have to finish decorating the cupcakes!”

“seunghan, there’s no time! get back here!” anton yells out in disbelief once more. rolling his eyes yet again at the younger boy, seunghan opens the front door and immediately lets out a sigh of relief.

“oh, thank god!” seunghan sighs out, quickly stepping out the door to hug his friends. “he’s being insufferable,” he mumbles against eunseok’s chest.

“wait—” seunghan says while he detangles himself from eunseok to get a better look at him. “don’t you have a key?”

“anton took it away from him,” sungchan snickers out causing eunseok to send him a glare.

“what about you?” seunghan curiously asks, turning to look at SOHEE; still confused on why they rang the doorbell.

“i do,” sohee confirms. “eunseok threatened to steal it away from me so i thought ringing the doorbell would be the safest option.”

“everyone move!” wonbin suddenly yells out, pushing everyone aside. “everything has to be perfect,” he states as he makes a beeline straight towards the kitchen to help out anton.

laughing at his words, shotaro walks right behind him. shrugging his shoulders, sungchan follows while patting sohee’s back to signal him to come inside as well.

waiting for sohee to step inside, eunseok pulls seunghan aside. “i’m still going to steal it away from him,” he openly admits, eyeing sohee’s pocket before also stepping inside the house.

taking off his shoes near the entrance, sohee discreetly watches as his friends put on aprons while anton gives them all different orders. looking at the staircase, he decides to tiptoe his way up the stairs. quietly and slowly, sohee continues making his way up to your room.

“wait, where’s sohee?” anton eyed his friends, confused on where the shorter boy was. with wide eyes, sohee picks up his pace and runs to your bedroom door.

panicking, sohee knocks on your door multiple times as he turns around to make sure anton wasn’t magically standing behind him. “c’mon,” he whispers to himself, not wanting to get caught.

“pretty girl,” sohee mumbles as he continues to knock on your door. “open the door please!”

“ba-” he tries again but gets caught off by your door opening. at the sight of you, sohee instantly closes his mouth as he eyes you up and down. taking notice of you standing in front of him in just a towel, he suddenly feels his cheeks heating up and turn a bright shade of red. “h-hi,” sohee stutters out, wide eyed.

giggling at his expression, you take his hand and bring him inside your room before closing the door behind you. taking a sit on your bed, sohee continues to eye your frame before turning an even darker shade of red when getting caught.

“you’ve literally seen me naked before,” you playfully roll your eyes at him as you walk towards where he was now sitting.

“have i?” sohee asks while wrapping his arms around your waist. “i don't think i remember, can you remind me?” he asks, completely ignoring his rapid beating heart as he brings your body even closer to his.

laughing at him, you shake your head as you place your hands on his shoulder to balance yourself. laughing along with you, sohee places sweet delicate kisses on your collarbone. feeling goosebumps at the sudden contact, you quietly gasp as you subconsciously move your neck back to allow more access.

smirking at your reaction, sohee moves his hands and guides you to sit on his lap. too focused on your pleasure, you instantly obey and sit yourself down. groaning at the feeling of your naked body on top of his, sohee starts leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck before sucking lightly behind your ear.

“you’re perfect,” your boyfriend whispers out as he continues sucking on your sweet spot. “so perfect.”

“fuck,” you breathlessly mumble out. grabbing a fistful of sohee’s hair, you push him off of you causing him to whine at the loss of contact. looking at him with dark hooded eyes, sohee can’t help but feel his cock twitch in anticipation. using your thumb, you gently caress his bottom lip. lightly parting his lips at your touch, sohee stares up at you waiting for your next move.

placing your hands back on his cheeks, you gently caress his cheeks as you both wordlessly stare at each other. within a blink of an eye you both quickly lean forward and hungrily crash your lips together. with his hands now roaming your body, you quietly moan against your boyfriend’s lips. swiftly moving his hand towards your towel, sohee finally yanks it down, exposing your breasts.

breaking away from you, sohee catches his breath as he eyes your naked body on top of him. bringing a hand to caress your cheek, he places a delicate peck on your lips.

“my pretty girl,” sohee says in complete awe as he moves his attention towards your chest. feeling his mouth water, he wastes no time and places both hands on your chests before giving them a gentle squeeze. whimpering at the feeling, you guide him back to your lips, wanting nothing more but to feel him all over you.

“baby wait-” you say in between kisses but are quickly interrupted by sohee placing his lips on your neck as he continues fondling your chest.

“fuck, sohee,” you mumble out once you feel sohee work his way down to the valley of your breasts and back up to your jaw. using his thumb and index finger, he lightly pinches your nipples causing another soft moan to leave your mouth.

“sohee,” you gasp out, pulling on your boyfriend’s hair as you try and regulate your breathing. whimpering at your actions, sohee swears he’s going to cum in his pants if you keep moaning his name like that.

“mouth, want your mouth,” you breathless gasp out, pushing your boyfriend’s head towards your chest.

“gladly!” sohee excitedly states as he sloppily starts sucking on your breast. he can die here. he so can die here, he thinks. you pulling on his hair while he sucks and plays with your boobs? name a happier ending. his thoughts quickly come to a halt as he lets out a moan at you moving your hips to reposition yourself on his lap.

without thinking twice, sohee brings a hand to push down your hips. you both let out small moans at the sudden pleasure. subconsciously, you immediately begin moving your hips and setting a pace. letting out a broken moan, sohee continues sucking on your breast as he follows your movements. fuck, he’s so close.

“wait, no!” you gasp with realization and push him off of you. bending down, you grab your towel and wrap it around your figure causing sohee to dramatically roll over on your bed.

“no!” sohee yells out, sitting up to offer you his best puppy eyes. “please, just a quickie!”

grabbing your hand, sohee tries placing you back on his lap. “baby please, I swear i’ll be so quick!” he continues to pout at you. “you’re already naked, i won't take long! let me just–” he cuts himself off and starts unbuttoning his vest.

“pretty boy, i have to get ready,” you sadly say, shaking your head at him. groaning, sohee desperately shakes his head at you.

“i’ll be so quick!” your boyfriend desperately pleas, refusing to believe you’re really going to give him blue balls.

“pretty boy-”

“just the tip?” sohee tries, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“pretty boy.” you sternly say, making way towards your vanity desk. following behind you, sohee takes a seat next to you as he continues eyeing your towel.

“can i at least keep sucking your boobs?”

“sohee!” you gasp, dropping your makeup bag at his words.

“here. while you’re doing your makeup! then we both win,” sohee reasons. “you get off while you finish getting ready and i get off as well.”

“do you actually get off to that?” you ask in disbelief.

“pretty girl, your boobs are literally in my mouth and you make pretty sounds,” sohee states, offended by your question. “i get to touch and suck on your boobs and you moan out my name, why wouldn’t that get me off?”

“bonus points if you get so into it and ask me to finger you,” sohee adds, sending you a sheepless smile before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss on your shoulder.

“what is wrong with you?” you laugh out loud, playfully hitting his chest. “what happened to my shy sohee? the one who would avoid eye contact? the one who’s never kissed anyone before?”

“you made me this way!” sohee giggles out. wrapping his arms around your figure, he leans forward and places a sweet kiss on your cheek. “i’m still your shy loser sohee, i’m just horny,” he quietly admits before placing another kiss on your cheek.

“there’s just something about an educated woman you know?” sohee casually states, causing you to burst out laughing.

looking down at your phone, you read the time before turning to look at sohee. “i mean, finals did get in the way,” you state, placing a hand over his.

“they did,” sohee instantly agrees with you, mentally groaning at the flashbacks of you two having to postpone dates and hangouts due to finals and school work.

“quickie?”

“quickie!” he instantly shouts out with a wide smile on his face. giggling, you climb over to his lap once more.

“thank you, thank you-” sohee says while kissing all over your face. “thank you!” he states one last time before quickly helping you unbutton his shirt. “i need to be inside y-’

“i fucking dare you to finish that sentence sohee,” anton sternly states from the other side of the door. in complete disbelief of what he just accidentally heard, he starts banging at your door.

groaning at your brother’s voice, sohee swears he’s going to cry. whining, he takes a deep breath before bringing some distance between you two. shaking your head at him, you eagerly bring your hands to his pants and begin unbuttoning them. “ignore him,”

“baby i can’t stay hard with his voice in my ear!” sohee pouts out. “he ruined the mood.”

with a swift motion, you take off your towel and throw it on the ground. eyes now on your full and round chest, sohee quickly lifts his hips to help you take off his pants. “matter of fact, yes i can!”

giggling, you eagerly kiss him, while you move your hand to pull on his boxers.

“sohee get the fuck out of there!” groaning, sohee places his head on your shoulder in defeat. “i will not stop banging this door until you get out of there!”

with sad eyes, sohee pats your thighs, signaling you to stand up. pouting at each other, you both move to get dressed.

“i’ll be downstairs,” sohee sadly sighs. turning, he spots a random shirt on your bed and moves to help put it on you. with a pout on your face, you slowly lift up your arms to help your boyfriend get you dressed.

chuckling at your expression, sohee places a soft kiss on your nose before placing one on your pouty lips. “i’m so proud of you baby,” sohee wholeheartedly states.

“i’ll be all the way in the front row shouting my pretty girl’s name,” he admits causing you to let out a small chuckle. “you did it baby! all those restless nights paid off, i’m incredibly proud of you and can’t wait to celebrate with you,” he finishes off, placing another delicate kiss on your lips.

“if i finish getting ready early-” you desperately try while tightly holding his hand.

“don’t even think about it,” anton yells out from the other side of the door. with both you and sohee rolling your eyes at your younger brother, you make your way to your bedroom door to walk him out.

at the sight of anton in front of you two, sohee rolls his eyes once more before purposely bumping into him.

“ow!” anton dramatically rubs his arm as he glares at the shorter boy.

“cockblock,” sohee mumbles before turning to flick his forehead. laughing at anton’s expression, sohee quickly looks back to blow you a kiss before running down the stairs to seek protection from his other friends.

☁︎ — AUGUST 8TH, 2025 12:45 PM

“Y/N LEE” the announcer says through the microphone. with shaky hands, you smile and make your way down the stage. shaking the university’s president’s hand, you briefly pose for the camera.

standing up from his chair, sohee starts cheering while waving the bouquet of flowers he got you up in the air. following his actions, your friends and family also stand up, cheering and clapping along with him causing you to chuckle and wave at them as you walk back to your seat.

“that’s my girlfriend!” sohee proudly yells when the arena simmers down. blushing at his comment, you cover your face with your hands to try and hide your red tinted cheeks. slightly turning to your side, you make eye contact with sohee and offer him a wide smile.

“i love you,” sohee mouths while smiling down at you. with admiration and love written all over his eyes, he continues watching you and only you.

“i love you too,” you quickly mouth back before turning back to watch your classmates walk the stage.

“gross,” anton mumbles with disgust as he watches your interaction with your boyfriend. without a warning, anton feels a hand slap the back of his head. with wide eyes, he turns to his side in complete disbelief.

“behave,” his mom sternly states as she rolls her eyes at her youngest. rubbing the back of his head, anton shakes his head at her comment.

“they’re the ones-”

“anton,” his dad shakes his head at him. rolling his eyes, anton decides to drop it.

“fine,” he responds back while crossing his arms.

smiling at his words, sohee playfully sticks out his tongue at anton but quickly stops when he feels his girlfriend’s and best friend’s dad’s eyes on him.

“sorry,” sohee mumbles out embarrassed, causing your dad to let out a chuckle. shaking his head, he continues silently watching as sohee goes back to focusing on you. he takes notice of sohee’s soft eyes on you. he takes notice of the bright smile that takes over sohee’s features every time you turn to look at him. he takes notice of the love written all over his face. he takes it all in as he faintly smiles and nods his head at the boy.

“treat her right,” your dad whispers out, shifting his focus back at you.

“i always will sir, she’s my everything,” sohee instantly reassures him.

“i trust you,” your dad nods his head once more in acknowledgment. “you know, not now obviously- but in the near future,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling choked up. “you have my blessing.”

“you mean-”

“yes,” he instantly replies back, offering him a small knowing smile.

wide eyed at his father’s comment, anton turns to sohee and shakes his head at him in complete distress. already knowing what he was going to say, he shuts him eyes and brings his hands up to rub his temples.

“brother in law!” sohee yells out, moving to give his best friend a hug.

“no!” anton responds back causing his group of friends chuckle.

“shotaro,” sohee suddenly turns to his older friend. “start looking up places that sell red velvet wedding cakes,” he jokingly orders. laughing along, shotaro nods his head at him.

“i’m going to choke him,” anton instantly states out loud, moving to place his hands on sohee.

— BONUS —

2 YEARS LATER

☁︎ — NOVEMBER 2ND, 2027 8:56 PM

“i told you!” shotaro states. “i told you and you and you—” he points at his friends with his fork in hand.

“easy!” eunseok cuts him off. “he’s still recovering,” he playfully says while placing an arm around seunghan. “you’re so strong,” eunseok gently rubs seunghan’s chest causing seunghan to laugh and push him off.

“my date is literally in the restroom right now,” seunghan points. nodding their heads at his words, wonbin leans forward and pats his shoulder.

“i’m sure she is,” he whispers out, causing the group of friends to erupt in laughter.

rolling his eyes, seunghan brings both hands up and flicks them all off before grabbing his fork and taking a bite from the red velvet piece of cake sitting in front of him.

“you know,” sungchan speaks up, taking a sip of his glass of wine as he stares at the slideshow of pictures playing on the screen on loop. “sohee is literally staring and smiling at yn instead of the camera in every single picture.”

“i’m talking middle school sohee and present sohee,” he adds while pointing at the screen to prove his point. turning their heads to the screen, they all nod as they see pictures of middle school sohee smiling at you while anton stands between you two.

“what a loser,” wonbin chuckles out.

“he was so delusional,” seunghan playfully says, remembering all of sohee’s tweets throughout college.

“he still is!” anton quickly corrects his older friend.

“is he though?” shotaro asks, squinting as he turns to look at his friend group.

“we’re literally eating red velvet cake at his wedding” shotaro says pointing at their plates. “anton became his best man and eunseok her best m-”

“man of honor,” eunseok interrupts, rolling his eyes at shotaro’s words.

“right, sure! man of honor,” shotaro corrects himself. “we’re all their groomsmen, so clearly he’s not and wasn’t delusional,” he concludes, turning to look at his best friend currently smiling widely and brightly while sitting down next to you, feeding you wedding cake.

“i’ll be right back,” wonbin states, causing shotaro to turn back to look at his friend group with furrowed eyebrows. extending an arm out to stop him, shotaro stares up at him.

“where are you going?”

“gonna go tell yn you want a turn riding sohee’s dick,” wonbin casually states.

spitting out his wine, sungchan erupts in a fit of laughter. as the rest of the table watches as the scene unfolds, they can’t help but also join in on the laughter.

“i don’t like any of you,” shotaro rolls his eyes, bringing a hand up to flick off his friends before shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle.

☁︎ — CLOUD 9

EPILOGUE

summary !! after years of constant pining after his best friend’s sister, yn finally takes notice of sohee and sohee swears he’s on cloud 9. or in other words, loser sohee finally gets the girl.

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CLOUD 9 MASTERLIST

[fireheartpages]

survived | b.d.

bodhi durran x reader one. two. three. four. part five. summary: everyone has their demons, you just chose to run from yours. straight to basgiath war college. and definitely not towards the grinning tall, dark, and handsome marked rider that seemed too kind to be in a hardened place like the rider's quadrant. when you catch his attention and bond a conundrum of a dragon, you finally feel like you can catch your breath. until your signet develops. word count: 2.4k notes: second person pov, reader uses she/her pronouns, has a dirty dancing nickname and a last name. this one’s kinda heavy! mentions of struggling with self worth and trauma, talks about death and an allusion to suicide. if you hear someone buzzing with excitement, it's just me, don't worry! this is the idea i had stuck in my head, for quite a few reasons, and i wanted so badly to get it out on page and now its in my hands ah. not even kidding when i say this concept was eating me alive form the inside out. this feels like the closing chapter, so tbh idk if im gonna write anything more. if i come up with something, or anyone has any requests, i’ll get my pen to page tho :)

You were a good student. A great one, even.

You were top of most classes, feeling like you needed to prove something, and if you weren’t top, one of your friends were, and you were right behind them. And it was true—you were an incredible rider. You could stand on Shocair’s back, and shift your weight and she would bank with the direction. You’d taken up archery, another thing you excelled at. Your aim could use some improvement, but you were getting better. A little more practice, and you could consider yourself a decent shot. And despite your signet not developing yet, you were perfecting your smaller magics. And at sparring—

At sparring, you were okay. Kind of.

You could hold your own, and you were quick. Fast feet and good reflexes, but it was as if you didn’t know how to use those skills.

You were not top of challenges, to say the least.

“Yield!” you gasp, face to the mat as a boy from Second Wing attempts to crush your windpipe. “I yield!”

He lets up, laughing at you, and you roll onto your back, catching your breath. You blink a few times, willing the spots from your vision, but it gets darker and—

No, there’s just someone standing over you.

“Hi, Bodhi,” you rasp up to him.

“Hi, Baby,” he says, extending a hand.

“Hi.” You’re panting a little, but at least your vision is focusing.

“That was…”

“Pathetic. I know.” You wipe the sweat from your forehead and a tear from your eye as your wrist gives protest. You probably smashed it with a bad punch.

“I was not going to say that,” he says, grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. That corner of his lips was one of your favorite things at Basgiath.

“It’s okay,” you say. “At least I’m aware of it.”

“I can help,” he says, a little too quick to be casual, but you don’t mind. It makes you smile.

Your brows raise. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He drops your hand, and only then did you realize he was still holding it. “We can practice sparring.”

“You just… want to help me?” You furrow your brow. “Out of the kindness of your heart?”

“Uh—” He falters. “If you teach me how to ride like you do, I’ll teach you how to spar.”

You nod slowly. “Sure.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you say, fighting a losing battle with your smile. His eyes were dancing. “When do we start?”

“Now.” He offers you a hand, and leads you over to an empty mat.

“You’re quick, and you’re smart, and when you win, it’s by outsmarting your opponent,” he says over his shoulder, coming to stand in the middle of the mat. He removes his daggers, tossing them on the floor beside the mat and leaving one strapped to his arm. He spins to face you. “Easy money.” He taps his arm where the remaining dagger sits. “Take it from me.”

You shake your head. “Okay.”

You lunge, going for his feet, and he jumps, landing and taking a knee that knocks your own until you’re kneeling, and he’s on top of you, pressing you to the floor. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest against your back, his breath on the side of your face.

“Did I say easy?” he teases.

“You dick—” You struggle, but it’s futile. He lays there for a beat longer, pinning you with his body weight, and you have a flash of an image in your mind, him on top of you, in between your hips—

“Focus.” It's Shocair. Your next exhale is a thanks.

He relents, standing up, offering you a hand, and you’re barely on your feet again before he twists it behind you.

“Take me down,” he said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You—you falter. Fuck. This guy is distracting.

He wrenches your arm away, pushing you away from him, and you’re helpless as you step out and back into him. He pulls you close, and there’s no viciousness in it, no mirth—he’s near gentle as he wraps an arm around you, over your neck, and his other hand disables your free one. He kicks the back of your knee again and beings you both down until you’re kneeling.

“What do you do now, Baby?” It’s your name, but it’s so obviously not, and he’s grinning. This asshole is kicking your ass without even trying and he’s still. Fucking. Grinning.

Gods, you suck at this.

No, actually, fuck this.

You twist your neck so you’re nose to nose with him—kinda, you have to look up to see his face, and he’s already looking down at you. You suck in a breath, looking at his lips. His grip loosens.

Your twist, dragging your joined hands behind you until you’re facing him and you let your body weight fall back. He lands on top of you, right as you knee him in the balls.

He doubles over with a gasp, and you take the opportunity to head butt him. You hear the impact, and you shove him off of you. You jump up, snatching the dagger from his arm band.

“I did it!” you shout, victorious.

“That’s my girl,” Shocair sends down the bond with a beat of pride.

Bodhi rolls over, clutching his face, and you offer him a hand. He takes it, and it takes more strength than it should to get him standing. You rub your forehead where you had hit him, a little sore. This man is pure muscle, even in his face.

He takes his hand away, and it’s bloody. Your eyes widen, a gasp slipping from you.

“Oh my gods. I’m so sorry!” You rush to him, hands cradling the side of your face.

“Nah,” he says, grinning even now. “All’s fair in love and war.”

Your stomach clenches at the words. “Please tell me I didn’t break your nose.”

He shakes his head. “I think the bleeding’s stopping, so, no, not broken.” He tips his head back.

“No, wait,” you say, placing a hand on the back of his neck. “Forward, or else all the blood is gonna end up in your stomach.”

Bodhi flinches. “I don’t have anything to stop the bleeding.”

You glance around frantically, looking for something, anything, before landing on your own t-shirt. You grasp Bodhi’s dagger—now yours, by the laws of the codex—in your hand and rip a band of it, cropping it to your navel before handing the black fabric to him. He takes it and presses it to his nose.

“You did not have to do that,” he says, words muffled.

“I broke your nose. Yes, I did.” You gently pull his hand away, examining his face, cradling his jaw with one hand. Besides being beautiful and a bit red, and smeared with blood, you didn’t see any bruising.

His eyes trace your expression, landing on your lips, and he just… stares. And stares.

“I think you’re okay,” you say softly.

“I know I am.” He’s grinning again, invisible string tugging that corner up. Your hands are on his face, and this is your chance—you run your thumb along his lips as if you could smooth out his smile—but you don’t want to. The way it tilts to one side is quite possibly your favorite thing about him.

“You have a bruise forming.” His thumb comes up, brushing the skin of your temple—presumably from where you had nearly broken his nose.

“It’s your snout,” you whisper.

"Hey." His grin softens, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to the bruise.

“Shit,” he says, reaching up and wiping the cloth over it. “Sorry, blood.”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of you as your heart rate kicks up again. And he just stares at you again, like his gaze is stuck.

“I love your laugh,” he says, like a secret, like it’s a whispered admission.

“Your smile,” you responded, equally as quiet, and suddenly you’re little kids at a sleepover, sharing secrets by candlelight, “it’s my favorite thing about you.”

That just widened his grin, and you let your ambitions run free, running your thumb over his bottom lip, cleaning off the blood that had spilled as you beam back at him.

He’s looking at your lips, and he leans in.

Someone drops a weight across the gym, and it makes you jump, creating space between the two of you, and there’s some mix of longing and disappointment in his eyes as you stop back.

“I should go,” you say. “Sorry. About your nose.”

“Sorry about your head,” he says.

You’re walking away, grabbing your flight jacket when he calls, “Tomorrow? Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Let’s go flying tomorrow evening,” you say over your shoulder. “I have a thing or two to show you.”

“I’ll be an eager student!” he says, and you smile all the way back to your dorm.

You let a mender fix the blossoming bruise on your temple when your vanity wins out. The next morning, Shocair has some choice words for you, all of which you ignore, in favor of playing the almost kiss over and over again in your head.

(You don’t even bother to block you out, and it’s something like excitement, or contentment that fills your chest every time you think about how he was looking at you, and you realize it wasn’t your emotions at all.)

You’re sitting at the table in the library, next to Violet and Rhiannon as you comb over another textbook on signets. You and Violet had taken to sharing notes you find, seeing if you can figure out how to get your signets to develop. Rhi is practically doing Violet's physics homework for her.

Dain is here, for some reason, probably because he’s panting after Violet—and everyone can see it. You’re pretty sure this is some attempt to get back in her good graces. She’s having none of it. The four of you are sitting in silence.

You’re just on a rather interesting part about the reflection of a signet on the rider when you hear,

“I just don’t get it.”

You turn, a little unable to suppress the way your nose scrunches up at Dain’s voice. “What did you just say to me?”

Dain looks at you, confused. “What?”

“Did you not—”

“Hush.” That was Shocair.

“Thought I heard something,” you say, the panic down the bond making you heed the warning. “Sorry, never mind.”

The girls don’t even spare you a second glance, just go back to the work in front of them.

“New subtleties must be taken into account when we investigate causality in quantum mechanics and relativistic quantum field theory in particular. In those two theories, causality—” It’s Rhi’s voice, and you look up, wondering why she’s reading aloud, but—

Her lips aren’t moving.

“Despite these subtleties, causality remains an important and valid concept in—”

“Shocair,” you send down the bond.

“Take a deep breath,” she says into your mind.

You do as told.

“Stretch, like you’re tired.”

You again do as she tells you, throwing in a fake-stifled yawn as you do so.

“Get your things and come to the flight field. Now. Make up an excuse.”

“I’m getting tried,” you say, your pulse kicking up.

All three sets of eyes turn to you.

“I’m gonna head out.”

“Should I—”

“Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Dain asks.

“No,” you say, a little too quick. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“That was weird.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“Does she—”

You clamp your eyes shut, and you try your best not to run from the room.

“Shocair.”

“Get here. Now.”

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” you send to her, panic rising in your throat.

“Run.”

You do so, taking off and making it to the flight field in mere minutes.

“Shocair!” you shout.

She’s in front of you, navy scales glittering in the morning light. She wordlessly extends a leg to you, and you climb on, willing tears not to fall.

She takes off, and you’re not even sure where you’re going. She just flies, and you don’t unseat. Don’t stand, don’t ride the wind as if you were the one with wings. Just grip her pommel for dear life until she lands on a cliff side, leg extended for you to dismount.

You step off, and there isn’t a soul around you. The cliffs almost remind you of home. There’s no ocean at their base, but the view is beautiful nonetheless.

Did she bring you here so you could end it yourself, before anyone else has the chance to? To give you the dignity of choosing your own death?

“Tell me this isn’t my signet,” you say, a whisper on the wind, and you hear shuffling behind you. When you turn, Shocair’s head is lowered, her eyes lidded as the first tear falls. She blinks slowly, and it’s like an apology as she touches the tip of her nose to the center of your chest.

“Tell me I’m not an inntinnsic,” you plead, as if you could ask the gods themselves to change it.

Shocair says nothing, just nuzzles against your chest.

“I survived,” you say. It comes out a sob. “I survived the rebellion. I survived my father, and fleeing to the other side of the province. I survived parapet, and the Gauntlet, and Threshing, and every challenge I’ve been faced with—all of it. I have survived, and my own mind is going to be what kills me?”

“I will protect you.”

“You can’t protect me from the law!” You’re crying in earnest now, and you’re pretty sure this sort of weakness is what would prompt another dragon to kill their rider, but Shocair is looking at you with her own mix of worry and rage—and something akin to an apology. “They’ll find out! And if they don’t, what am I supposed to do? Pretend like I never developed a signet, and it just never affects me?”

She blinks, and shifts until your palm lays flat against her nose, like she had at Threshing. When she’d chosen you.

“I chose you for your mind,” she says, repeating those words—the ones from that day.

You sink to your knees, tears streaming down your face. Shocair settles into the grass in front of you, and you bend until your temple is touching her nose. Sobs wrack your body, and you can’t breathe, but it doesn’t matter. The world had stopped spinning, anyway.

This was it. This was the end. There was no surviving this.

[satin-velvet]

˚ · . 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: distraught after you lose your best friend, elphaba, your intense emotions awaken something new inside you, and Moribble is quick to notice.

note: moribble and oscar are a manipulative duo in this..this was teetering on the edge of wizard x reader x moribble. might change it.. or do some oneshot with it. i just wanted to write an evil oscar and write some moribble. i hope it’s okay. this is only the first part so it’ll pick up and get better as it goes!

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, maybe problematic plot.. idk.. ill take it down if so <3, manipulation, distressed reader, slowburn, evil wizard/moribble

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The world around you seem to still as Elphaba, your best friend, rode off into the sunset. You felt almost helpless watching her go, wondering if and when she’d come back. You could’ve went with her, you should’ve, but.. you two barely got to say goodbye before the guards attempted to seize you two. Madame Moribble, sensing your plight, rubbed small circles on your back to try and console you. You knew Elphaba was not wicked; she was the farthest from it. The most kind-hearted person you knew. You thought Madame Moribble had known it too, saw how much Elphaba cared for animals and others, even when the world had not been kind to her.

The guards around the roof began to turn back, stepping over the broken glass and scattered debris. Your eyes began to sting, tears pricking the corners. You kept looking at the sky, searching for anything that might be her. You didn’t even know where she was going.. certainly not back to Shiz. You placed a hand over your chest, quietly sniffling. Madame Moribble carefully wrapped her arms around you in a hug, pulling away after a few seconds.

“Wh.. I have to go find her.” You murmured, sadness blanketing your tone. A quiet rattle around you mildly distracted you for a moment, but you ignored it. “This.. this can all be talked out.” The noise became louder.

“Deary..” Moribble began, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to something else.

“I’ll talk to her, and convince.. her..” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. The rattling grew louder, akin to glass tapping on a hard surface. A shattering sound broke through your haze, and you looked up, following Moribble’s gaze behind you at the ground. It was just glass and debris, some destroyed and others intact in smaller pieces. “Wh.. what is it?” You asked, meekly.

“How remarkable.” With a hand on your shoulder, she gave you a soft smile. “It seems I’ve judged you too quickly. Come, we must head back to the palace at once.” Without waiting for your answer, she lead you towards the shattered window as you two stepped through it carefully. You wanted to go home; back to Shiz, where you and Elphaba had met. Things would be okay again, no wicked witch, no emerald city.. you missed when it was just a distant dream you two fantasied about. The reality made your heart ache much more. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision and wetting your face. You’d try to wipe the tears away, but the effort was futile. It seemed your sadness couldn’t be wiped away.

The walk seemed longer than it was, each step almost involuntary. By the time you looked up, you two were in a new room completely. Papers had been scattered around the floor, the balcony doors to the side open a crack as if they had been closed in a haste. It was dark, but you could faintly make out the wizard in all the midnight. You noticed there was a maid or two stood near the fireplace, attempting to rouse flames once again. Without electricity, that was all there was to rely on. Moribble left your side to speak with the wizard, their voices hushed as they turned away from you. Your palm brushed your face again, and you crouched down to pick up some of the debris that had scattered, placing it in a neat pile near a corner. The maids, by now, had successfully brought the fire back to life, the timber crackling as golden light caressed the room. You wondered what Moribble had been so distracted by; there was nobody else there, and you hadn’t noticed anything strange.

As you stood idly, the wizard and Moribble had wrapped their conversation up, and walked over to you. Trying to compose yourself, you took a few quick breaths and wiped your face again.

“It’s been such a rough night for you, i’m sure.” Moribble said, her voice pitying. “We couldn’t possibly send you out on your own tonight.”

“Yep. And, uh, there’s a lovely guest room in the palace you can have.” The wizard followed, adjusting the lapels of his suit. “It’s all yours.”

You sniffled, taking in their words. Atleast they could see you were hurting; it was nice of them to offer. You could collect your bearings tonight, then head back to Shiz tomorrow. You wanted to go to sleep, too, and wake up with this all being a dream. Everything would be normal. Just one more night in the Emerald City. “Okay, then..” you acquiesced.

“Wonderful.” The wizard nodded, glancing at Moribble.

Moribble smiled at you, like any other answer would be unacceptable. “You’ll need all the rest you can get. Please, don’t worry about Elphaba.”

“Don’t worry about her at all,” he chimed in, placing a firm hand on your shoulder, “If it’d make you real happy, we’ll find her.. and, you know, get her back here.” There was something a little darker in his tone, but you brushed it off in favor of believing them. Of course they meant no harm, these two wouldn’t hurt Elphaba.

“Please.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. “She’s not wicked.. she just really cares for the animals, she—“

“Let’s get you to bed.” Moribble interrupted, raising a calm hand which instantly silenced you. She placed a hand on the small of your back, walking by your side. The wizard followed, falling into step next to you. You felt grateful they were letting you have a room; you didn’t want to face the Emerald City alone, or do much of anything. Tomorrow, you could head towards the western sky, walking and traveling until you found where Elphaba went too. It was the only way, unless she came back herself. By now, the palace had been dimly lit by candles the staff had placed around. The air was chilly, biting at any exposed skin you had.

The wizard and Moribble were talking to eachother, but you barely registered what they were saying. You hoped the hurt in your heart wouldn’t be forever. Elphaba was out there, and you’d find her, and talk to the wizard about the animals. She didn’t give him a chance to explain himself.. he wasn’t hurting the animals, neither was Madame Moribble. Maybe there was a chance to talk it out.

Before long, you had arrived at a door. Moribble pushed it open, revealing a spacious, but a little empty, bedroom. You three stepped inside, though you were a little more hesitant.

“Dear, if you have anything from Shiz you’d like to be brought here..” Moribble turned to you, ushering you further into the room.

“Oh no, I don’t.. know how long i’ll be here.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Well, it’s always good to prepare ahead.” Moribble replied, glancing at the wizard. “It’s a little dangerous right now with the.. electricity situation.”

He nodded, turning to you. “It’ll be okay. It, uh..shouldn’t be too cold in here, so don’t worry about that. Staying here will be great. Especially when all the lights starts working..” He said, gesturing to the ceiling.

“Would you like a candle?” Moribble smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently patting it. “Extra blankets?”

You thought for a moment. You wanted your best friend back. “About Elphaba—“

“You should get some rest.” He interrupted, “There’ll be plenty of time to.. uh.. talk about her in the morning.”

“Plenty.” Moribble nodded, “Now, deary, just incase, i’ll have some of your clothes brought here.. and some of your study materials.” She listed, letting go of your hand. She turned back to the wizard, continuing the hushed conversation they were having before.

You sighed, listening with impassivity. You figured there was no use in arguing back. Looking behind you at the bed, the fluffed pillows and layered blankets seemed to call to you, promising rest without any of the pain that today brought.

“Goodnight, dear.” Moribble smiled, turning towards the door. The wizard followed, glancing at you one more time before leaving. The door clicked softly as it closed behind them, and the room fell into a quiescence. You stood, kicking off your shoes and pulling the cover back. When you woke up, things would just go back to normal. You’d be at Shiz, Elphaba would wake you up.. she would be okay. You’d both be okay. As you pulled the blankets over your shoulder, you relaxed your body as best you could and allowed the weight to settle over you. The darkness swallowed your surroundings, but it felt much-needed. You didn’t want any reminders of where you were, alone. You blinked quickly, fighting the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A quiet sob escaped you, and almost immediately you heard a small crack in the nearby window.

You sat up, alarmed. You stared at the window, and it’s cracked surface stared back, as if questioning you on what had happened. There was no way someone threw something at it from this height. You pulled the blankets up to your face, laying back down and closing your eyes. That was tomorrow’s issue; one of many. Things would be fine. Everything would be okay.

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[l0h3ngrin]

Taiga x gn!cat-Reader!

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Summary: saw someone on here asking for a cat girl mc one shot with taiga, she gets hit with an anomalous disease and has to work with Sinostra while this is happening! :3 added my own little twist to it though!!

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, crack(?) (idk what you guys call comedy now don’t come for me 💔💔)

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It’s been a rough day for you, first you have to go on a mission with one of your least favorite houses because they’re batshit insane, they being Sinostra, then you have to fight some weird cat anomaly thats been terrorizing this rich resort by Harajuku going undercover as cleaning staff, and on top of that when the four of you go and capture the anomaly it managed to give you a mean scratch!

Now, it would’ve been nice to say that you successfully managed to catch the anomaly but sadly that isn’t the case. Why? It’s because that stupid fucking red head ATE it. God you’re just so tired but at least you’re back at darkwick. After having Sinostra sign the investigation off for you, you then go to Mortkranken to get that scratch checked out.

On your way there you start feeling a bit off, a bit dizzy like the worlds spinning, quickening your pace you notice that for some odd reason your senses have slowly become stronger, you can hear things clearer, you can smell way better than normal, hell you could almost feel the molecules of air touching your fingertips.

“Augh!” You run into something, rubbing your head to sooth the pain, you look up to notice that you’ve made it to Mortkranken, finally! Opening the door you make a beeline straight to Yuri’s office making sure to knock on the door before entering. “Jiro, I told you to go and send in the report to the headmaster once you’re done with the autopsy, do i have to do everything myself! Im a busy man you know!!” “Ah- actually its y/n..sorry to interrupt you..” you reply shyly.

“Oh.. I-I KNEW THAT!!” Yuri quickly says with flushed cheeks, “anyways what is it that you-“ He freezes mid sentence as he looks at you with his eyes like saucers with the way he stared at you widely, “-want…” you’re confused but you decide to ignore it and just tell him what it is you need. “Well, earlier today during my mission with Sinostra I got scratched by this cat anomaly we where trying to capture, I came here to ask if you could check it out and disinfect it. I know you’re busy but I doubt Romeo would want to help me and Ritsu ran off saying he needed to meet up with some client of his.”

“Y-yeah, I can see that…” you look at him, again confusion written all over your face, but this time you decide to ask him instead of ignore, “what do you mean?” “What do you mean what do I mean? Have you SEEN yourself!” He says as if stating the obvious, “uhm..no..what are you even talking about? Look, if you’re just here to judge me for looking like a mess instead of helping me i’ll go find professor Nicholas to help.” You say huffing, a pout forming on your face, yuri quickly stops you though, “NO! N-no, I’m being serious here!! God why are you so fucking stupid.” He mutters at the end face palming, as he continues “I MEAN look in the mirror!! Like actually! Here!!” He quickly looks around his messy ass office looking for something as you give him a skeptical look.

“AHAH! Here!” You flinch a little from that, but take the mirror he hands to you, it drops to the floor. “Do you see what i mean now?!” He asks (yells) you. You can’t believe this. Picking up the mirror again you look at yourself closely, you have cat ears. You have whiskers. Whats worse of all you realize something tickling your legs, looking down you see a cat tail. “Fuck.” This has to be from the scratch that damn anomaly gave you, theres no other explanation for it! You, again, ask Yuri to help you out with the situation and he does, quickly taking you to his lab and running some tests on you.

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About two hours have passed since that little tragedy, in that time you where given a medication prescribed by the one and only Yuri himself, and once you left you gave professor Moby the signed documents, you both ended up discussing your…current issue for a while and by the end he said he had ANOTHER document that you had to give to Sinostra, more specifically to the captain, none other than Taiga.

Now you where on your way walking to Sinostra, worried about how everyone would react to this new look of yours, especially Taiga, he was probably gonna laugh his ass off, or he might be in a mad mood and torture you by like cutting off your tail or something! Actually now that you think about it, would you be able to feel anything from your tail? Is it now an extension of your body?

After overthinking your way to the casino you finally made it. Making your way through the crowd and ignoring the stares you try and see if Taiga’s anywhere to be seen at one of the booths. After a few minutes of searching you come to the conclusion he must be in his room being weird and menacing or something.

Reaching his door you take a deep breath, heart pounding and hands clammy- jeez when did you even start to get this nervous? Closing your eyes you take one more breath to calm your nerves a bit and knock on the door, “h-hello? Taiga Professor Moby wanted me to have you sign this-“ the door bursts open as you feel someone pull you in and pin you against the door as soon as its shut. “Who the fuck’re you and waddaya want?” You look up to see Taiga quite literally bearing his fangs at you growling. Um okay furry the fuck?

You quickly shake your head to clear your thoughts, “ah- uhm- i’m here because professor Moby wanted me to give you this document to sign!” You say quickly pulling out said document with shaky hands. Looking you up and down, he smirks all of a sudden, “well look at you, what a pretty kitty, came all this way to see me huh?” He backs away from you and sits down on the couch in front of his bed, “c’mere, gimmie that.” He gestures to the documents.

Quickly giving him the papers you take a few steps back to give him space, as he’s skimming over it he steals a few glances from you before he finally signs it. Reaching out for the document he quickly pulls it out of your reach, “nuh uh. Before i give you this yer g’na tell me where i know ya from, got it?” He looks at you expectantly, as you sigh, “we where just on a mission together the other day, theres no way you forgot about me that quickly…i’m dumbass number 2 remember?” He gives a look of realization as he finally remembers, “ OHH RIGHT DUMBASS NUMBER 2 LMAO!! Jeez I couldn’t remember ya with that new look ya got, so you got it to impress me or somethin’ im assuming? Please, relax there I know i’m hot shit but no need to take it to the extreme, i’ll remember ya’ soon enough.” He says with a smirk getting up from the couch. “No, actually- This ‘new look’ is from the anomaly we had to deal with yesterday, it scratched me and I must’ve gotten infected by the scratch seeing as how I look like this now” you say matter of factly

He rests a hand on his chin, “really now? Well whatever the reason may be I still call that you did it so I could notice you, which is totally okay ‘cuz you where pretty hot, and now yer’ even hotter!” Blushing you scoff and turn around so he can’t see you, although your tail seems to give everything away, “w-whatever, if we’re done here I have to go, see you later Taiga.” You begin walking to the door, and as you’re about to place your hand on the handle a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you away, “not so fast kitten, i’m not done with ya’ I wanna play with you a little before I let you go.” Your eyes go wide as you blush even harder at the new nickname he’s given you.

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A/n: hey guyss sorry this one probably wasn’t the best! I literally wrote all of this within the span of like 30-45 mins like just now and its 11pm 😭 im super exhausted, but i hope you enjoyed!! Also tagging the person who had this idea! :)) (thank you for this i was bored outta my mind and i wanted to write something)

(Person who came up with the idea) @everyonesfinaldestination

[alienssstufff]

Make me your god

I can give you everything

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)

[pfhwrittes]

something something the 141 going on a butlin’s big weekend something something

[cobra-wives]

guys. this will sound absolutely insane. but i was looking thru my old october 2022 sketchbook and i found poto/tkk sketches.

(dont say a single thing about my old terry silver art DONT)

two years later — EVER SO COINCIDENTALLY, ON THE SAME DAY/WEEK — IM STILL COMING BACK TO THIS.

FULL CIRCLE, BABEY. EVERYTHING IS FULL CIRCLE.

[machiavellli]

I’ll go into a social media exile for a bit, so idk when I’ll be back, but just picture me like this while I’m gone: working <3

[whoredmode]

sr1’s ending (and the beginning of sr2) really did open up for a perfect continuation and eventual conclusion of everything that happened in sr1 and i’m really sad we didn’t get as much time devoted to it as we should’ve. the plot threads get wrapped up comparatively quickly, and it doesn’t help that sr1 characters like dex, troy, and julius are just kinda dropped from the narrative.

[the-starlight-papers]

I’m so tired of my physics lab group because it’s me and then a bunch of guys who went to the same Christian high school in the same town as my university and they just talk about guns all the time.

Today one guy was telling a story about his cousin who’s in Communications so the professors are more liberal so she has to deal with them “talking about pronouns and crap.” Same guy has a sticker on his phone that says “I support FREE SPEECH not ~POLITICAL CORRECTNESS~”

Of course they were all talking about the Citadel shooting in Nashville too and how the shooter was trans.

@the-starlight-papers

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

wallowing in self pity as an after work activity.

[the-bluestreak-cat]

I think it’s the seasonal darkness but this dental stuff feels like the last straw

[exopelagic]

years of training managing people who just wanna shout abt their own ideas has prepared me perfectly for group interviews

[the-void-has-questions]

Transferring colleges is So Dumb who made this difficult on PURPOSE