#Im too lazy to tag this this took an hour and a half to write

[acroagoraphobe]

Hi! ❤️

How do you think the companions romanced or not (and Maxson) will react if you give them a portrait of themselves that you drew?) maybe Sole is artist or smth like that)

OOoooo good Idea!

(Im not the best with *all* the characters, but im tryin here!)

Because I mainly Write for like just deacon and a few others, also I did it in my usual format so I hope that's good enough!

(Also I did both romanced and non-romanced because HEHEHEHEHEH also non romanced is assumed Sole reached Idolized with them.)

Cait:

(I don't know that much about Cait, so I'm trying my best [: )

Non-romanced:

Would probably be irritated, but also flattered

"What're ye given me that for?"

Secretly thinks thats pretty nice but she's not telling Sole that.

Romanced:

Would be a bit more appreciative of it openly, but still act tough about it.

"Its alroight, eyh guess-"

Would probably fold it up and secretly keep it stashed in her corset or something.

But if anyone asks she never had it.

She sneakily gives Sole a quick smooch on the cheek.

Maccready:

(Idk that much about him but Ik he's a dork)

Non-Romanced:

"Oh that's pretty cool-"

Probably hasn't had a friend draw him before.

Probably pretty impressed because I think he likes to doodle too.

Romanced:

Probably would ask for more drawings after he sees that.

Like a drawing of him and Duncan

Keeps that drawing in his pocket, happily.

Smiles like an idiot, then gives Sole a little kiss.

Danse:

Non-Romanced:

"What is the purpose of this, soldier?"

Genuinely confused on why they drew him, Is it because they're just practicing their drawing? Is it a symbol of affection?

He would be critiquing the details and where Sole can improve, even if they didn't ask him to.

But thats just him showing he's interested in Sole's improvement.

Romanced:

"Oh, Thank you. This is a rather detailed depiction of my likeness."

He would be more invested in Sole's improvement if romanced, 100%.

Keeps that drawing in a nice safe place, he doesn't want it to get lost.

When he realizes it's actually like.. a sign of affection, he's got a big ass smile on his face.

Deacon:

Non-Romanced:

"Guessing you like my face then, huh? Don't get too attached it though!"

Actually very flattered that he's being drawn and not just on wanted posters because he goofed off too much.

Pretends to throw it away, but actually sticks it in his pocket.

Romanced:

"Damn, you must realllyy love my face then, huh?"

Trying so hard to not giggle like an idiot at that moment.

Smiling like a dork, big goofy grin.

Maybe blushing a little bit, but definitely trying to hide it.

Hancock:

Non-Romanced:

"Suprised you got my ugly mug is so much detail heh-"

Taking a nice good look at it, definitely putting it on the wall later.

Where everyone can see it, like a public buletin board.

Romanced:

Sole's 100% getting a big ol' kiss from him for this.

Still putting it on a public buletin board but will like publicly announce that theres a cool-ass drawing of him done by his partner on the bulletin.

"Thanks, Sunshine. Looks just like me-"

Piper

Non-Romanced:

"Thanks Blue! This looks great!"

Putting it on her wall next to her terminal.

Really appreciates it, she might even consider getting Sole to make illustrations for the Publick.

Romanced:

"Aww, Thanks Blue! I love it!"

Sole's getting a smooch on the cheek for this.

She's definitely showing it to Nick and her sister.

Nick Valentine:

Non-Romanced:

"Huh. Thanks kid, looks great."

Would probably get lost in his files and papers.

But he still appreciates that Sole took the time to draw him.

"Maybe you can take the time to make some wanted posters. The ones around here ain't the best".

Romanced:

He's putting it on the wall, immediately. Right over his desk.

"Thanks, Sweetheart, I love it."

Really happy Sole took the time to draw a beat up old Synth like him.

Longfellow:

Non-Romanced:

"Huh? Whatcha draw me for?"

Doesn't really think it's worth the effort for Sole to draw him.

But he's flattered. Probably keeps it on a table in his cabin somwhere.

Curie:

Non-Romanced:

"Oh thank you! Zis is very nice of you!"

Puts it in with her medical notes, folded up and paperclipped in the folder.

Big ol' smile.

Romanced:

About the same, But gives Sole a sweet little kiss on the cheek.

Codsworth:

Non-Romanced:

"Thank you Sir/Miss, I shall treasure this drawing always!"

Doesn't have a place to put it really, so he just kinda holds onto it for a while and maybe puts it with his cleaning supplies.

X6-88:

Non-Romanced:

"I do not understand why you would draw me, Sir/Ma'am."

Really doesn't get it.

Even if sole explains that it was a sign of affection and appreciation.

He really tries to understand why, but logically it doesn't make sense to him.

Romanced:

Still doesn't really get it, but he's trying his best.

"Thank you, Sir/Ma'am."

Keeps it in his pocket anyways.

Very tiny little smile.

Preston:

Non-Romanced:

"Thank you General, This is really nice of you-"

Keeps it in his coat pocket happily.

Big ol' smile on his face.

Blushing a bit that Sole took time and effort to draw him in such detail.

Romanced:

"Oh wow, Thanks babe!"

Sole is getting a smooch, right on the lips (:

Gage:

Non-Romanced:

"What the hell, boss. Why'd ya waste yer time on that?"

Throws it away, he's a raider, ain't got time for sappy touchy-feely shit.

"Tough shit boss, suck it up." when Sole gets mad at him for throwing it away.

Romanced:

Same kinda reaction, but he picks it up outta the trash later and sticks it in his pocket.

Ada:

Non-Romanced:

"Oh. Thank you. This is rather nice."

Doesn't have anywhere to keep it, so Sold holds onto it for her.

Maxson:

Non-Romanced:

"Well, Soldier. That does catch my likeness very well, doesn't it?"

Cocky bastard about it, but in a "Im your elder" way.

Thats getting put into his man diary (That he 100% has because I said so.)

Romanced:

"Well, that is very nice.. Thank you Soldier-"

Puts it into his pocket for later, with a smile on his face that goes away once he walks away from Sole, because it's serious time now.

[leechanpremacy]

People You Know

After the death of his wife, he starts a whole new life in a whole new city with his three year old twins only to meet someone from his past. What a way to start something new, right?

pairings: psychiatrist!jeonghan, parent!jeonghan x doctor!reader petowner!reader fem!reader

tags: fluff, crack, slow burn, exes to lovers, romance, angst (if you think into it really deeply)

word count: 0.7k

notes: i’ve been dreading to write jeonghan as a parent of twins, now having the motivation and inspiration to write the plot, IM ON CLOUD NINE!!! lmao i’m also planning on posting this as an au on twitter if time, and motivation persists as my alter ego’s such a lazy ass bitch that takes at least half a month to find motivation to do updates on on-going twitter series’ THIS might also be turned in to a series (fuck, my mingyu series long forgotten 💀)

prologue | masterlist | one

Setting down the last batch of boxes, Jeonghan huffs a sigh of relief before watching his twins run around their new home. After three years, he finally had the guts to leave behind his work and old town that was filled with memories of her. His deceased wife. If it weren't for the twins, he wouldn't know how he'd survive those years. He loved her enough to grieve such a long time.

“Alright, who wants McDonald's?” He enthusiastically asked, erupting a squeal as they run towards their dad to cling on his legs, looking at him with their cheeky smiles.

Letting his children indulge in their food keeping them occupied with his phone playing some cartoons, he took the time to scroll through his tablet to see any emails from his patients and from the hospital that he recently applied with.

Clicking on one recent email, he checked to see if it was regarding of when he can start opening his clinic. “Fourth of October huh?” Smiling disappointedly before moving his eyes to his giggling daughter who had left her food unfinished. “Sweetie, no leftovers,” He softly says, “Dada!” Feeding her a couple of times, cooing her as she kept calling him every time he nears the food to her mouth.

“Dada?” His son then called, causing him hum and raise both his brows, before moving his gaze to his son, “Dada,” Reaching to his dad as he gestured grabbing hands, wanting to be lift by him.

Looks like cartoons aren't helping anymore. Immediately carrying his son to settle on his lap, he continued to feed his daughter who was fortunately two mouthfuls away from finishing.

You were having an afternoon walk with your dog after finishing a 12 hours shift. You were far from sleepy, reason to why you have opted to walk, just to tire yourself up.

“Am I that un-active?” Flabbergasted at how tired you are considering you just walked two blocks away from your home. You hear your dog barking for your attention, “No, I think I've had enough Manju, no more walks.” You tirelessly say to your dog, as if they could understand you. Seeing a nearby bench, you opted to sit and take a rest before going home.

“Should we just take the bus home?” You cooed your dog, letting out a bark as response. Giving your dog a pat on the head, you leaned back on the bench, letting your dog wonder off to the grass beside the bench.

You had your eyes closed when you heard giggles nearing you. Considering that your dog sometimes act out, you were afraid that the giggles you heard were children that may or may not be fond of dogs.

Jolting up from your seat, you watched to toddlers running towards your dog that had its back on them, with worried eyes, “Please don't touch her,” You said, softly enough not to scare the kids.

They seem too young to understand such words, but they halted and turned their heads to you. Wearing cheeky grins, now running to you instead of the dog.

Flustered at how they caged themselves in between your knees, as if using it shield against your dog, you brushed one of the two's head, “Who are you guys with?” Smiling at them warmly catching their attention that was on the dog earlier.

You watch her tilt her head cutely, making break in to a chuckle. Resting your hands on her head, you looked up trying to search for people who were looking frantic.

A bark erupted from you side, making you whip your head to your dog who was wagging her tail as it approached you. “Manju,” You warningly said, but the dog took no mind and continued to near you, causing you to pick both of the children up, settling them on the bench. Switching positions with the two children, you held your dog in your hands, weighing it's temperament.

“Do you want to touch?” You asked as you safely hold your dog's snout.

“Yuna! Yejun!” A frantic yell was heard behind, you were about to turn and apologize, not wanting to stir a misunderstanding but he beat you to it, “Thank God you found them, apologies. I hope they didn't bother you too much.” You could hear his quiet pants, probably from running around. “It's okay—” Finally taking notice of the man in front of you.

Shock filling you both as you locked eyes with him. A man from your grueling past that was bearable a long as you're with him. A man you loved so dearly. A man named Yoon Jeonghan.

[galaxiasus-a]

selfietake said: "I'm happy I met you, Piers." He reaches out to cup both of his cheeks, pulling him closer so he can briefly press a kiss to his lips, then rest their foreheads together. "Won't ever stop being sorry about where we started, but there's nothing that could make me regret how we got here, together, despite that. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for as long as you want me." His smile softens as he pushes hair behind the other's ears. "...but if you want a New Year's kiss, you better steal it."

↪ SELECT: New Years ( @selfietake )

Being on top of a secluded rooftop isn’t exactly how he usually spent the last few minutes of the year. It was better than being down in the streets, with the flashing lights and the excited chatter of ongoing party goers who are waiting for the clock to strike twelve. He knows even in Spikemuth it was in similar fashion; with his residents celebrating in their own way that they get to finish another year together with the strength the town had. Even then, Piers would be alone, unless he was with Marnie. Watch the scene from outside his window with a cigarette in hand, content with simply seeing Galar reach a new year from a safe and less overwhelming distance.

When the hand that’s been resting on top of his own lifts, Piers immediately breaks out of the trance he landed in from staring at the Motostoke stadium lights, curious to see what Raihan was planning to do next. Before he can really guess, he could feel their bubble close around him when he felt his hands on him again. It's amazing what could distract him nowadays. He was never one to be social, so often times he would stare at walls during events and simply zone out into his own thoughts until someone legitimately shakes him out of it. Now, all it took was for Raihan to be in his field of vision. If he held his hand, kissed him, or simply looked at him, Raihan will be the only person in the room, no matter where they are. His eyes locking on the way Raihan moved around the room, or how his fangs poked out when he smiles, or when Raihan looks back at him with a smirk on his face that says he knows Piers wants him close to him. It didn’t take long for Piers to admit that staring at Raihan was much better than staring at a wall.

His hands raised, moving over Raihan’s shoulders so Piers can gently wrap his arms around his neck to keep him close, the beginnings of a smile forming on his lips. He took note on how cold it had gotten since they’ve been up here, now that his bare arms are free from the large hoodie that had been tucked over him. Of course he was inevitably going to steal it, he still hasn’t answered Raihan’s accusation that he purposely came to the roof in short sleeves as an excuse to take his iconic dragon hoodie. He wasn’t going to confirm it, but he wasn’t going to deny it either.

Of course, the cold quickly became something that wasn’t an issue. As brief as it was, the kiss was quick to spread the warmth and comfort across his body. The pressure built in his chest, as it always does whenever Raihan kissed him, and it's his reason whenever his heart started to beat fast in response. He sighs, already starting to lean into the kiss only for Raihan to pull away too soon after. There was a soft whine in protest before he could really stop it. It’s not always that he is the one keeping affection short lived. 

He forces himself to keep quiet as he speaks however. He blinks at his words, unsure if he was really surprised by what he said, but the way his fingers gripped onto the collar of Raihan’s shirt was hard to ignore. The past year, it’s certainly been one that Piers had never expected to happen in a million years. Marnie finally going out on her own Challenge was the only thing he had to get adjusted, that was what he thought anyways, suddenly getting into a relationship with someone he thought would never have any sort of feelings for him was definitely not something he was prepared for. Much less, anything that came after the surprise confession.

He can’t say there’s anything he regrets about it, though, not when he took a moment to move his head so he can nuzzle his nose against Raihan’s with a short chuckle. He’s more than aware of how they started. How the famous final gym leader treated him, how he made him feel on nights where it hit harder than before that he had no one to go to for help during that time. No matter how much it all hurt back then, Piers knew that he could never say that he would want to go back and change anything about it. It makes where they are now all the more shocking, really. It still amazes him to this day how they were able to go from enemies to equals, he knows Raihan’s reasons on how he managed to change his ways, but he wished that part in his heart would fully understand it all.

How he went from doubting his worth because of him, to feeling loved and happy by the same person. “I’m grateful for meeting you, that you gave me a second chance to see who I was.” He pauses to think over what he said, looking at Raihan that wasn’t his eyes once he got too shy to keep eye contact. He doesn’t often think about how easy it was to know that Raihan loved him, where his feelings lied in when it came to this relationship, it was something that became natural quickly after they became official. The more he thinks on it, the more he appreciates how everything started in the first place. Maybe calling him the same person wasn’t the full truth, not with how much Raihan grew over the past few years, his feelings towards the weird goth trainer aside.

“I would hope not.” He replies, seeing his foggy breath as he spoke only reminded him that it was in fact, cold outside. It would be embarrassing to admit that he forgot his surroundings again; the lights not being as blinding and the noise from below becoming muffled while they were sharing their moment on the roof. It always happens, this doesn’t come as shocking to him anymore. Moments like this where Piers knew deep down that if there were to stay like this forever, he wouldn’t mind it at all. Whether it was outside on the spot of the roof, or out in public where he was comfortable in his lap and leaning against him, or in a pitch black room where the only thing Piers could feel was the safety of his arms around him. It didn’t matter where they were, or what they were doing, he would be fine as long as he was around.

“I’m going to be wanting you for a really long time, then.” Its something he blurts out in the middle of his thoughts, his grip on Raihan that he hadn't realized was tightening finally loosening. He really didn’t need to say what Raihan already knew; that the idea of them ever being apart brought a feeling he didn’t ever want to face. And he knew Raihan felt the same way. “You finally caught me, you know. You won’t have to spend anymore years chasing after me now. You have me, and I won’t be going anywhere either. No matter how mushy and embarrassing you get.”

Then he lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes and letting them cast aside to the view in front of them. There was a short “mhm”, as if he was actually thinking about it. Of course Raihan wasn’t going to make any of this easy, he knew he was trying to get him to come out of his bubble. “Maybe, maybe.” He replies, but with his index finger tapping the back of Raihan’s neck in rhythm to an imaginary clock in his head it was clear that he was more concerned with stalling for time. Either that or teasing his partner. It’s not his fault on whatever Raihan ends up thinking.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stops, the hand he was using shifting again so his fingernails can leave a trail that rests on Raihan’s chest. He lets out a hum as he continues to ponder, swearing that he could actually feel Raihan’s heart at a quicker pace. He didn’t make the effort to hide the smile that came with this thought, it was nice to be able to tell that Raihan was as reactive to his bouts of intimacy as he was. It was taking up all his might to not cuddle up to him so he can hear his heartbeat himself on the spot, instead he lets out a sigh and blinking to look up at him with such softness in his eyes it's a miracle that Piers didn’t get shy and look away.

“Is it really stealing if it has always been mine?” As if on cue, the screams below them become louder as the whistling of a firework soars through the sky. He wastes no time after that, simply tilts his head and presses his lips against his. He isn’t one to initiate the intensity his partner usually does, but when there’s not even an inch of distance between the two when he pulls away and for a brief moment his eyes land down at Raihan’s lips before blinking up at him again, it’s clear that this is going to be one of those rare instances where he won’t be delivering a simple short kiss. “I love you, my beloved.” He mumbles, giving one more kiss before breaking away again. His words are soft, but he knows Raihan can hear him above all the fireworks. “Stay with me… forever? That’s all I really want this year, a promise that you will.”

[bucksbisexual]

so....... i watched ep6 since apparently i like pain now and oh my fucking GOD

first of all, INKORN!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!

but also, INKORN TTTTTTT_TTTTTTT

TEARS PEOPLE. T EA R S

okay let me start from the beginning because what an episode yall

so . we start with a flashback and it was cute ! if only the last one was too HAHAHAHAHimcrying

team being like “hm...... manaow and del are really close lately......... Are They........” after i literally said it out loud was the biggest shared braincell moment i’ve ever had in my life and mind u i have a big sister who i’m very close with lmaO

(also, women are gay too pharm smh)

win being a little bitch with his I’m An Adult Bitch You Can’t Tell Me Shit to team god i love him sjfhksjf

DEAN HOLDING PHARM’S HAND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

pharm just going into cardiac arrest after dean interlocks their fingers is the biggest mood ever

also manaow baby that’s- that’s not how you check if someone is sick JKSHFSJHS

“don’t forget to eat your lunch” “don’t forget to swallow it too” “beware of choking” THEY REALLY- FHSKGFSLJJFKS

yes i went back to the episode to write that i have no memory whatsoever

i was so scared when dean had his flashback while driving like i was praying to every god in existence for him to not crash,,,, the flashback was cute though

that tear though........ that shit Hurt

but korn saying “like” !!!!!!! half of my brain was like “HE!!!!! LIKES!!!!!! HIM!!!!!!!!” and the other half was just “omg like ram” lmao

pharm calling manaow beautiful ;; yes she is she’s the most beautiful girl ever i love her with my whole heart

that mf guy who doesn’t know the meaning of no can CHOKE (also i heard the actor’s problematic or sumn???? so fuck him too bYe)

thankfully pharm is That bitch and shut him up not once not twice but a shit ton of times in like,,,, less 2 minutes

that’s my mans man hell yeah

apparently everyone in dean’s faculty knows pharm?????? lmaoooooo but when those 2 (and later 3) tried to flirt with him i was like???????? get tf out?????????? out here abusing of pharm’s niceness smh

thankfully dean came to the rescue jsfhsk

bro when pharm picked a thread and it led to dean i was like....... oh my God they actually did that

the FORESHADOWING bro

also that kiss scene......................... perfect i loved it even though i hate their outfits so much but i can get over it if it gives us this amazing scene

dean just ;; being patient with pharm and asking if he’s okay and just asking him until he gives oral (is it vocal? girl idk) answers to the questions he makes just to be sure ;;

god why can’t men be like dean why do u have to be Assholes smh

AND THE RED THREAD!!!!! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!

dean making pharm wear his jacket sjfhksj u couldn’t be more territorial bro literally (and apparently) everyone knows you’re into each other theres truly no need jfshkf

“if it doesn’t invade our privacy too much, i think it’s okay. also, i think it’s a good way to let that person know that he shouldn’t mess with someone who isn’t single”

first of all, DEAN U ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART

second of all, the shadeeeeeeeeee lmao yes bitch drag his ass

and last, SKJLFHGLJKHSLKHKSJG

thank u for listening to my tedtalk

i will repeat myself, why can’t all men be like dean

also, a bonus: i of course went to the episode to get the dialogue and i saw the name lemon lemon and i was like “wait..... is that manaow???” so i google translated her name and it does mean lemon omg thats SO cute i love her even more rn

okay i don’t know if it’s only me but the girls from the cooking club? the best girls ever me thinks

okay we’re approaching the last part of the episode yall i felt so many emotions in like 13 minutes

we start with the worst, a Flashback.

i literally saw the outfit and started crying. like. no joke.

the mother??? sister?????? aunt?????? being hella worried and in being like “it’s okay i’ll be back in like . 2 seconds”

THIS BTICH NEVER CAME BACK

the little girl please i’m legit going to cry again thinking about her and imagining her waiting for in to come back home and just.... not really understanding whats happening when her mother (im guessing here) starts sobbing when she picks up the phone

OH MY GODDDDDDDD

also according to like,,, timeline and shit inkorn were  from the 60s or 80s right???? which means she’s still alive if nothing has happened to her..................

HAHA so much fun in this blog! just joy laughter and happiness!

also it was in’s birthday.............. oh my goodness

okay moving on to something that hurts less! team being the dunk boy on the booth omg win this is not how u flirt

also i realised that the open house thing happens like... mid first semester so it hasn’t been that long since deanpharm know of each other/have been talking damn bro

win teasing pharm is like,, one of my favourite things lmao i might do a gifset of these moments when i finish the drama if i’m not too lazy

deanpharm holding hands in public tho ;;;;;;; ok bitch call me single and ugly a little less louder

win though SJFKHS *looks at team’s hand* team: no. go away

oh god oh god oh godddddddd here comes the thread talk

the moment team said suicide i stopped the episode because i thought Something would happen to pharm but oh GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING WHAT HAPPENED

THE STARES!!!!!!!! THE REALISATION!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE “PROMISE” AT THE SAME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT THE FUCKUGISFUIKGJHSLGWJ

i will literally never recover

also i paused that scene so much just to scream into my comfort stuffed toy and i’m so sorry for her

i also couldn’t help but think of how the others at the table were like because if that was me idk what i’d do

i might cry or be like “wow u guys are such great actors” but inside my head because i’m an introvert

but god that was,,,,,,, yeah

and when they of course showed The flashback scene and i saw in’s outfit i cried because he truly never went back home

okay i think that’s it i literally took almost an hour to write this because i tried following the episode while having a thousand thoughts in my head + make lots of typos lmao

i hope these aren’t too bothersome to u guys ;; i post these because i need to share my thoughts somewhere but if someone doesn’t want to see them u can mute the tags i use in these posts or something hhhhh

i might use an specific one for these tho because if i gotta make 17 of these at least let’s make them be organised some way,,,,,

alrighty that’s all byebyeeeee

[fineosaur]

i was tagged by @northernfieldsforever, thank you becca xx

zodiac sign: leo!! and it shows, but my sister recently told me that my moon sign is apparently aquarius  

height: 166cm which idk is like 5′4?

last movie i saw: war (2019), a bollywood movie which wasn’t even that great but it gave me 2 and a half hours to ogle hrithik roshan so i was ok with it 

last thing i googled: ksskjsjndk i think it was aaron bernards cause theon vibes 

favourite musician: it changes everyday tbh but rn i’ve been listening to sam fender so much so i should pop his name up here cause talent.  

song stuck in my head: i’m listening to ‘it was a sin’ by the revivalists rn, courtesy of @yanak324, so that should suffice 

other blogs: only one other blog which is my ‘writing’ blog and other shit, @fineosaur-writes

following: about 130 

followers: 735. man bless all your hearts im a wretched thing how do you tolerate? 

do i get asks: yea once in a while i will, it’s lovely to get them 

amount of sleep i get: around 7 hours 

lucky number(s): 4 and 15, idk why 4 but my birthday is on the 15th so im vain like that

what i’m wearing: this pyjama top that says “happiness looks great on you” which i dont have sufficient evidence to concur, joggers and my highschool jumper cause its coolllddd 

dream job: man idek, im just vibing for now, i’ll figure that shit out after 

dream trip: i cant even say because i want to go everywhere!! like i just want to experience all the cultures and people and just feel. 

favourite food: tea. i will stick to it even if its a drink, i substitute it with food most times anyway 

instruments: nada, i dont play shit. played the recorder and flute in school but i dont think i could do it now

languages: english, creole, french and i took spanish in school but my fluency is extremely limited 

favourite songs: OOH, cocoon - catfish and the bottlemen, gimme shelter - the rolling stones, strawberry fields forever - the beatles, you know me too well - nothing but thieves, from finner - of monsters and men, awakening - aurora, foreign hands - george ogilvie, les jupes - charlotte cardin.. oop got carried away but like,, there are loads more but this is the gist of some of my favourite artists 

im tagging @yanak324 ahahah favouritism?? lazy to tag so if you wanna do this, pls tell me and i’ll tag you 

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Azriel x Reader

Hey little spirits this story is about to get super depressing within the next few chapters and I’m sorry I take a long time to write my stories but I am trying. Thank you to everyone who loved my last chapter and commented. You guys are a blessing.

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Chapter 7

Y/N P.O.V Azriel and I had spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, He made dinner for us and we ate while laughing and joking with each other, something I had craved for so long. I missed the way his eyes closed and a hand came to rest over his mouth as he laughed and his wings would flutter as he did so, I missed his gentle smiles as I talked and the emotion of love sent down the bond. 

I missed him. 

I had woken up in his arms glad I hadn't pushed him away in my sleep as I had done to my blankets my mind believing it to be him when he left and he hadn't done it to me either which I was grateful for. Getting up and going into the shower, looking back to my mate who continued to sleep like a log, which was strange, I remember him not being the best at sleeping. I remember he would wake up the minute my breathing changed it's pattern or my body moved slightly. Smiling as I stepped into the bathroom my feet hitting the cold ground sending a pleasant and awakening chill up my spine. As I walked I got a towel from the rack folding the material and lightly placing it upon the bench, I stripped off my clothing and looked to my body in the mirror that showed my waist up. Looking at my body a scowl coming onto my features as my eyes glided down my skin, I saw scars from past fights and stretch marks from growing and fighting then losing the muscles over time, I was still muscular but I wouldn't lie some had left over the years of just sitting in my court. 

Looking down I saw my chest I wasn't the biggest fan of it, to be honest, I wasn't the biggest fan of any of me after Azriel left I blamed all of me even the things I couldn’t change. I had never really looked at myself and just loved everything I looked at, I didn't know what Azriel liked but I tried not to question it. My hair was doing it's usually annoying things and I tried as best I could to tame it but hair is a magical entity that I didn't mess with very often. My eyes moved back to my body and I looked at the skin my S/C skin was alright I guessed and the colour of my eyes was OK. Shaking my head and moving to pick up my clothing off the ground, folding them and gently placing the folded material next to the towel I was to use. Making my way to the shower, opening the door and turning the nozzles. Water sprayed from the top it was cold at first making me want to step back but I didn't, waiting for the heat to come through in the form of water. Once it did I stepped in letting the warm water massage my muscles to be relaxed, I hadn’t realised how tense I was. 

My hands came to run along the skin of my cheeks then down to my neck and held my neck while my head leaned back in relaxation. I stayed in that position just enjoying the way the water hit my chest, I closed my eyes and relaxed. I moved to have my head facing the floor my eyes remained closed as the water drenched my hair and water fell to my face, dropping off in a small droplets, pummeling to the ground not even making a sound when connecting with the ground but the thousands making a noise when they do, sound was strange. My eyes looked to the bottom of the shower watching the water pool then go down the drain in a mesmerizing swirl pattern. My hands had moved to lay at my sides in a lazy way as though gravity was pulling them down kinda way, I felt as though my body should be swaying but it wasn't which through my balance off a little. Standing with my head cast down my eyes not moving but my brain racked the world. 

I was thinking too much, I could feel it but my brain continued not stopping in the slightest. My brain went over every single thought it remembered and replayed everything for no reason at all. I wanted my head to stop but it felt like I couldn't, it felt as though I was once again trying to be dragged into that misty like place which could hold my body and soul. Hands snaked around my waist and I was pulled into a chest, 

"What's wrong love" Azriel's smooth voice whispered through the water. My head rose as he gently stepped back so my face wasn't going into the direct flow of water, which I was thankful for. "Your brain is going a hundred miles an hour, I can feel it down the bond" he seemed worried, the bond was sometimes not so good.  

I didn't move nor speak for a few moments just weighing the situation in my head to the best of my ability. "Just thinking is all" is what my body responded with, I knew he would see right through it and I was hoping he would leave it alone - he didn't. 

"I can tell something is wrong, so what's on your mind" his lips came down to kiss my shoulder a few times moving up to my neck and the back of my neck which made my head lower once more and a sigh left my lips in contentment. His lips continued to trail back down to my shoulders and I lifted my head seeing the waterfall to the ground. This always calmed me down. 

"I don't even know" it was the truth my mind liked to drift away from its actual duties and have independent thoughts within itself which was rather annoying to be completely honest. "I don't know what is wrong with me, I feel disconnected from the world as though I don't belong" I let out a huff of air and my eyes seemed to shake. "I don't know what the issue is but I know there is an issue, with me. I just don't feel like I belong anywhere" my words left in a flow of honesty and I let the leftover air from my lungs drift out. 

His arms came and hugged me tighter to his form. "I'm sorry you feel this way, my love if you ever need to talk I'm here for you" a kiss landed on my shoulder as his head nestled into the crook of my neck. 

I wanted to laugh at that statement. I was begging for help all those years ago and he abandoned me, it was for his court but I was his mate. I had no idea what to respond with simply nodding my head and hoped he took that as an answer. He didn't seem to delve into it which I thanked whoever was listening. I truly wanted to turn around and tell him how I felt all those years ago. I told him I forgave him and sure my body and mind did but not the true apart of me that was made for him - my soul. I wanted him to feel what I went through so he knew just how much I wanted him and how much I craved for a stable relationship, but he could never understand the thoughts and feelings that surrounded me for years after he left. The times I sent messages down the bond and stood at his walls begging for a true explanation. I wanted closure why my mate didn't want me. 

Standing in silence as my mind slowly ran through the memories and sad thoughts so it didn't seem like my brain was on a mission and a half if he fell down the bond. I didn't want him worrying but I wanted him to understand, sure I could simply tell him but the message wouldn't be the same. Nowhere near the pain of true disappearance of a mate. I wanted to do the same to him as he did to me but I would never do that to the one I love. He may have been able to but nowhere in my mind would let me, not even the part of me that craved he know what I went through. The sleepless nights, endless panic attacks, vomiting at the dead of night, not eating for days on end, I didn't leave the house for weeks and the tears that seemed to never stop. 

"Let's go if we are late they will worry" he spoke indicating to his family. I didn't want to train today, I wanted to sit and wallow in my thoughts for the day to figure out the core issue but I already knew. I wanted Azriel to understand not sympathize I didn't want pity. 

I nodded to that too and turned off the shower gently pushing the door open and stepping from the glass enclosure, I grabbed the towel I folded wrapping it around my body feeling the soft texture of the material. Water fell from my fingertips and the ends of my hair falling onto the towel darkening the material in little dots, I picked up my clothing and walked to the bedroom going to my bags and finding my warrior and training clothing. placing my dirty belongings next to the bag on the ground I picked up a black shirt and shorts with silk undergarments and a bra adding a nice pair of socks to the pile to make me feel a bit better about myself with silk against my skin.

Placing my clothes on the bed I began to dry my skin. The towel came from my body and I lifted my leg from the ground placing it upon the bed, bending over and drying the water from the said leg. I did the same to the other leg making sure it was completely dry before moving on. I dried the rest of my body and looked over to see Azriel watching me with worry in his eyes. I turned and continued to dry my body. Dressing and then fixing my hair as I do every time I train. I moved to where my weapons sat in the room. I usually went for swords but I didn't know today. Deciding to decide later I put on my boots, tying the laces tight and making sure they were comfortable. A knife sat in each as it always did, I moved back to the weapons. Azriel was already ready and dressed sapphire siphons glinting in the light. 

I looked over the weapons not knowing if I should go for a sword or bow and arrow, knives or even my bare hands. I decided on knives in the end. Grabbing the straps that were placed around my torso allowing knives to be held lower back in the sheathes. Straps also were tied around my thighs letting a knife sitting on the sides of my legs. I had one in each shoe. Grabbing one more to simply play within my hands. It was made of silver that shone in the light. A black gem sat at the end and if you look close enough there seemed to me smoke moving in the gem. I held it in my hand swinging it between my fingers for a second liking the weight and feel of the metal. 

"Let's go" I whisper and start to walk towards the door when Az grabs my shoulder turning me around, his hand coming to rest under my chin making me look up at his face. His eyes shone with worry and slight fear. 

"What's wrong I can feel it down the bond, the way you are acting. What's wrong" he asks and looks at my eyes seeming to look past them and into my soul. I could tell my eyes were shaking and I shook my head at him. 

"You could always tell but I'm just thinking a lot nothing bad. I'm kinda missing home as well, I haven't left the court since you and being here for a war" biting my lip as I paused and looked down at the floor sighing and then looking back to his eyes. "It's a lot to take in at once" smiling awkwardly as I spoke those few simple words. 

His arms came to wrap around my form and pull me to his. I heard the sound of his wings moving then felt the heat of them wrapping around me. "I get it, if you don't want to be here we can go" I rose an eyebrow at his words. Was he serious?

"Wait what," I say into his chest not being able to move too much due to him holding me as close to him as he possibly could. I could smell his scent of cedarwood. It was relaxing like walking through a forest. 

"If you don't like it here we can go home, I will go back to the shadow court with you and stay if you wish" his lips came to kiss my neck as my head was moved to the side. I wanted to say yes just to have him with me but I knew they needed me for this war. 

"I'll stay it'll just take some time to get used too" I smile into his chest noticing the leathers. My arms wrap around his body and hold him to mine tighter. "Come on they'll wonder where we are" I pull away wanting to go back into the hug instantly and smile to him, I move forward connecting my lips with his in a beautiful dance of love and passion. His lips were soft and nice to feel again against my own. Pulling back I smiled "I missed that" 

"I did too love" he pecked my lips again and his wings went back to behind him instead of around both of us, the heat slightly leaving as he did. "We must go" he smiled and I nodded to him. 

We left each other's embrace and walked out of the house together as my men rose from the ground outside the house. I turn to Azriel "What are we even doing today" I ask and see his eyes shine in the light of the sun. 

"Training I believe" looking to the other house and not seeing any movement on the inside we walked to the training grounds and I was somewhat excited to see the look on Devlon's face when he sees me. I also wanted to see how his friends were after my men had fun. 

We didn't rush taking our time to get the training grounds, everyone now knew Azriel was my mate and who I was, to begin with. I sighed quietly no one hearing me I wasn't ready for the day ahead. I begin to twirl my knife in my hand to calm my nerves. Walking I see Cassian in the distance and after a few moments, his head turns to us but in particular, me. Smirking I look him up and down and pretend to laugh, we come up near him and he smirks too. 

"Looking for a fight," I say and hear a few laughs behind me. I turn and see a few younger warriors and they laugh as I tilt my head. "Something to say boys" I knew Illyrians hated being called boys as they were 'men'. 

"You think you can beat the Commander" I knew they didn't see him like that and only showed 'respect' when Azriel or Rhysand was here. It was quite funny to watch their reaction though. 

"I have multiple times it's not that difficult" smirking to there direction as they look back to Cassian who nods knowing there was no point to lie. They look me up and down again and I see Draven about to move but my hand raises in a stop like motion. 

"But you’re female," one says and I looked him up and down as a way to seem interested but then make a disapproving face towards him. 

"Still better than you" I smirk and lean to one side as they start to get mad, they were young and seemed to think highly of themselves, it was quite entertaining to watch them get mad. "Now Cassian, are we fighting" I turn to him and swing my knife in my hands. 

"Why wouldn't we, I need to beat you for the garden incident"  he smiled.  We had a good relationship Cassian and I, we were friends as much as the next guy and he helped me more than ever when Azriel left. He came to visit me after it happened and no one would beat that. But I still hated him. 

"You are going down," I say and smile walking towards the fighting area on a spare patch of grass.

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Chapter 8

[jujywrites]

WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda. 

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi.  Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear   

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned  to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over. 

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme…  Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess.  The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au. 

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3

[bbyuck]

Play Along | Haechan

For @iefso : hello! could I request a scenario in which the reader is waiting for the train but Haechan saw that someone was following him/her so he pretends to be a long lost friend to get away even though he doesn't know the reader? (:

a/n: sorry for the long wait omg,, I’m writing this at 1 am cause it’s the only time I’m free nowadays haha(I haven’t written in awhile and I’m trying to get back into it so pardon if my writing went bleh lol)

no proofreads cause im tired and lazy lol

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Having the graveyard shift for a fast food restaurant isn’t the ideal job. Dealing with cranky businessmen and drunk teenagers always had me spent and ready to go home. The hours always seemed to drag as each second felt like a minute. Losing track of time was never an occurrence as my eyes were always glued to the hands of the grease-stained clock. It felt like an eternity till the end of my shift finally came along and I could go home.

As I drug my feet down the dark, empty streets, I could feel the wind pick up and brush against my bare arms. Not wanting to suffer in the unexpected weather, I picked up my pace.

Not too much later I arrived at the train station, having to rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath. The train rolled in and everyone, I included, began to file into the rather tight cube of transportation.

All the events of the night seemed to weigh down on me as soon as I took a seat. My eyes began to flutter shut and my head danced back and forth as I fell in and out of sleep. Eventually, I gave in and decided to take a quick nap for the duration of the half hour ride.

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I woke up to the static of the intercom, announcing that we arrived at the next stop, my stop. I quickly grabbed my phone and headed out the doors. The walk home was long and definitely dreadful considering how late it was. 

I focused on the sound of my footsteps to distract me from the walk. Everything was calm until I heard footsteps echoing after mine. A step from me, another step from behind me. I waved it off as my senses being delayed due to my fatigue. But suddenly, an arm was wrapped around my shoulders and I was pulled in closer.

Now fully awake, my head snapped to where the arm came from only to find a boy staring back, looking just as shocked as me. His eyes scanned me for a bit before his face relaxed into a bright smile.

“Omg Y/N?! I haven’t seen you in forever, what’s it been like 6 years?” the boy looked at me expectedly, as if to just go along with it.

“Uhm, who the heck are you?”

He laughed nervously, “Wow, I guess it has been a while, huh? Who else would I be other than your favorite guy in the world?” his eyes flashed open and he cleared his throat quietly, signaling that something was up.

I let my gaze fall slightly over my shoulder and noticed the strange figure behind us, I looked at the boy with wide eyes. He held up his smile while nodding encouragingly. He whispered his name under his breath and seemed to pull me closer as we continued walking.  

“H-Haechan? I barely recognize you, you’ve gotten bigger since the last I saw you,” I put on my best act.

Said boy nodded happily. He ruffled my hair in a friendly way and flashed a big grin before asking, “I mean it has been a couple of years, of course I’d get bigger,” he let out a giggle and scanned the area before looking back at me,”It’s been a while since I’ve been in this neighborhood, which one’s your house again?”

I pointed to the one down the road and we continued to walk together. My nerves made me make a whole story about our childish antics when we were younger. Some parts sounded incredibly ridiculous, but it seemed to be convincing enough as we were suddenly alone, the strange figure behind us gone completely.

As we neared the front porch to my house, Haechan unhooked his arm from around me and walked quietly beside me. We were under the light of my garage door when I finally turned to look at him.

He smiled at me,”I’m sorry about that. I know it was sudden and all but that dude has been following you since you got on the train and I didn’t really know what to do other than just come up to you,” he rubbed the back of his head,” I’m glad it worked though, honestly was not expecting it to.”

“How exactly did you know my name?” I asked, the question bothering me since our encounter.

His hand raised slightly and pointed to my shirt. Glancing down, I saw that I was still, in fact, wearing my name tag from work, too tired to even remember to take it off.

I let out a small grin and put my hand out between us,” Thank you. Like sincerely, I don’t know what would've happened if it wasn’t for you.”

Haechan straightened up while reaching out to shake my hand. Suddenly, his shyness disappeared as he said, “You’re right! You must be so glad I showed up to save you when I did. Oof could you imagine how that could’ve gone if it weren’t for me? Oh, whatever could you do to pay me, your knight in shining armor, back for his heroic deed?” He finished off with a smirk.

My smile wavered a bit and dropped his hand. I scoffed at him and reached into my pocket to grab my phone.

“I don’t have much,” I started as I unlocked my phone, “but I can get you some free lunch if you stop by my job tomorrow.”

Haechan nodded rapidly, instantly agreeing. He proceeded to snatch the phone from my hands and tapped away. Giving it back, his signature smile appeared on his face.

“I guess I’ll catch you later then, Y/N,” he announced as he left with a wink.

I stared at him until he disappeared behind a large building and I could no longer see his figure. Shaking my head in disbelief at everything that just occurred, I lowered my gaze to my screen to see that he had saved his number on my phone.

And I couldn’t help but scoff as I saw the same he was saved under.

‘Your Knight In Shining Armor ;)’

- 🍃

{I’m sorry this is so rushed but it was so delayed ;—;)/ requests are open,, maybe some reaction requests since I haven’t gotten any of those yet ;^)}

[daughterofsinsloth]

I heard from a friend of mine that you are suggesting great fics of soukoku! Everyday I always go to AO3 and look for Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya tags to find interesting stories but recently I dont feel anymore of enthusiastic when I see updates, probably just stress from school. If its okay do you have any skk amazing fics that you like to recommend me or some you read?

hello anon-chan!! and hello to your friend too!than k you very much for your words! they makle m e really happy!

now! I kinda understand what you mean. maybe coz lately there are more angst fics? also school can be a major reason! i freak out a lot too! neh I will give you some fluuf and romantic  or action fics so you can realx and forget all about school okay?

lets see!

first some great writers, that you will definatly enjoy, are:

ReaperStygian 

setosdarkness

photography_tea

Memos

Witheryvine

Avi_pizzapopolis

AnonLearnsToWrite

Konoha79

sodenoshirayuki_23

izanyas

stargazerlilith

SoukokuParadise

hellosweetie17

gureshintrash

TheGreatCatsby

hybridempress

Lake_Toya

Kohaku69

okay now some am amazing fics that my heart always skip a beat reading them!

Mother by WhisperingWinds99:

a really heart warming fic! Kouyou narrate skk life and we see her mother sight! well written and overwelming emotions . one shot

Movie Nights and Lazy Mornings by evie_maria:

a cute little one shot abouot skk weekend! pure fluff and calm feelings.

Seven days to show you my love by holdinglucy:

It takes Dazai seven days to prove Chuuya he’s still his partner in the things that matter. one shot and absolutely lovely! Im jealous of chuuya here! its nice seeing Dazai as a caring boyfriend who tries to find happiness and Chuuya deserve some too.

Chuuya’s Secret by Anonymous:

Chuuya’s behavior has become strange lately, but Dazai, with his insight, is certain he can figure it out. a hilarrious fic! one shot and a fluffy one! its mpreg too and its funny seeing Dazai as these dork dads!

Fire in the Night by ChubbyHippo:

I love this one. its one shot and AU. brothel!Chuuya and solder!Dazai fell in love under the bright moon and my hearet stopped!its lovely, romantic,bit sad but overwelm ing and leaves you full.

Five more minutes by counter_illumination:

from morning to night their typical day. cute and fluffy.crak makes an apperance too coz we are talking about Dazai.a really nice feeling in it. one shot

Shared Gravity by writingfromtheshadows, ZODIACHUUYA:

mind the writes too. multi-chptrs. the writers take turns with the chptrs leaving no hoe init and giving you the emotions open to see. AU!high school and reallyyyyy good.The first time they slept together, Dazai and Chuuya were little more than academic rivals thrown together in a haze of dancing and alcohol.Every time after that, well, they just seemed to be drawn to each other. its an awesome fic

A Hearts Desire by Kaokita :

AU and multi-chptrs.Chuuya works in a brothel when he meets Dazai, a journalist. Dazai thinks he can save Chuuya but Chuuya doesn’t need saving. The one who needs saving is the one who longs for a reason to keep living. Chuuya and Dazai end up saving each other. this two are like magnets and when they connect they are explode. Chuuya thinks that they are different but they are not really. A+++ for Oda being alive.

Feel My Love by eunrihae:

multi-chptrs, one going, mpreg.they are just in  love and noone thoought that Dazai was serious about Chuuya. but boy they are wrong. coz in the end of the day they will always be in love.

Five Times Dazai Didn’t Stay, and One Time He Did. by kidspawn02:

I honestly loe this one. its well written, well built and over welming. emotions bear for you to see and feel . it has smut b ut not graphic but its about Dazai and Chuuya don’t really know how to deal with sexual tension, and Chuuya doesn’t think it’s fair that he’s fallen in love and that Dazai leaves every time they share a bed. it hurts but the ending is perfect. one shot

Strangers and Painkillers by TheEnigmaticPhoenix:

thiiiiiiiis fic!!!!! best absolute perfect! fluff and light angst but its great! Chuuya has no right as a stranger to make assumptions that the man sitting in front of him is hurting more than he is, despite the huge bloody gash running down the length of Chuuya’s arm.So, in an attempt to become less of a stranger, Chuuya lets the man drag him to the hospital to get his arm treated, hoping that he’ll answer Chuuya’s questions.What Chuuya doesn’t realize is that it’s not that easy to get a certain Dazai Osamu to open up. (part of series)

(i believe) i think i said goodbye to my soul tonight by iskendaris:

this one has smut but I choose it for what it represent. the raw emotions and the writting just bring to light words and promises long buried and very much needed by afraid to be said. true emotions that no one wanted to say but they are not bad and its great how the writer portain them. Dazai OP is “This isn’t sex as much as its an interrogation. Whatever Chuuya wants from him, he doesn’t know why but he knows he can trust Chuuya not to fuck him up.Or rather, he knows why, but he doesn’t think about it too much about baseless trust issues, because therein lies hell and damnation.” and its nice seeing through him

Temporarily by prettypurplegirl08:

cutness overload and a very much needed happiness.multi-chptrs and you dont want it to end.In Dazai’s arms was a small child–Chuuya would guess he was probably around 3 or 4 years old–with, surprisingly, silver white hair staring at Chuuya with those wide purple-yellow mixture orbs of his. The little kid was only wearing an over-size white shirt–well it’s definitely oversized for the small kid. Chuuya fell silent as his gaze never left the child who was thumbsucking in Dazai’s arms, part of his brain trying to figure out where he had seen the kid and another part trying to fathom why Dazai had come to his apartment with him in the first place.//or Atsushi gets turned into a child and Chuuya and Dazai has tot ake care of him, Akutagawa is somehow involved?

I’ll Hold You Close, and Half of Us Closer by doubleblack :

multi-chptrs, on going, mpreg. a lovelly fic. a very needed fluff. “This is the baby.” The doctor smiled. “They look like a little spot right now since you’re not far along. And that is their very strong heartbeat.“Chuuya and Dazai smiled as they looked at the ultrasound of their baby. The doctor printed out the ultrasounds of their baby. She prescribed Chuuya prenatal vitamins, told him he was 10 weeks along, and that he would be due early December. Chuuya and Dazai were now on their way home, and Dazai held Chuuya’s hand as he was driving home.“If Mori finds out…”“He won’t.” Dazai stated. “And even if he did. I will not let anyone hurt you or our baby. Ever. I will destroy the whole Port Mafia before I ever let that happen.” its cuuuuuute. its a journey that i would love to see.

Lips by SilentSoukoku:

cut and unexpected! “My dearest Chuuya, do you even take care of your lips? Look at how cracked they are!” did you died yet? coz I did! one shot

Waste of Bandage’s by ChuuChan1994:

hilarious, cute, amazing! one shot. Chuuya is getting along better with the ADA, that still doesn’t mean he’s willing to put up with Dazai’s bullshit. Where Akutagawa was use to the sight, Atsushi was left gaping at the sight before him.

Just like we agreed by codenamecat:

I will say on thing : Yosano is a b adass  Goddnes. thats all. one shot and smut sorry but its funny and fluffy  too. “I’ve been giving you excuses to leave since the very beginning, why won’t you just do what we’re both waiting for and take your gross ass away from here?!”Dazai tilted his head, his expression suggesting that he suddenly forgot his mother tongue and didn’t understand a word of what Chuuya just said.“Who said that it’s what I want?”

bounded by fate by Nekito :

super interesting multi-chptrs, AU!!! kouyou never took chuuya in and chuuya never joins the mafia, thus never meeting dazai when they were kids; instead chuuya lives 22 years a normal life until he mets dazai; dazai’s connections with the port mafia however soon causes problems on going.

Without Gods, Without Guidance by dancing_dazai :

another super interesting AU but with Gods! niiice and very promising!Without gods, without guidance, By the window, a woman has passed on; the white sky is blind, the white wind is cold.-The Hour of Death, Chuuya NakaharaTwo lost souls find their way to Quindecim with no memories of who they are or how they got there, and they’re determined to get their lives back. No matter the cost. multi-chptrs and on going

centrifugal/centripetal by TopHat69 :

my absolute favorite! majestic, powerful, overwelming, lovelu, lovely fic! multi-shptrs, omegaverse, on going their story from the begging but they are true mates. problem is that its more than they can handle. it what they need but Chuuya is not good at this and Dazai is too afraid. Chuuya wants to learn, to reach Dazai and Dazai want to be free and filfull a promise.

Cover Up by Satquael:

one shot and beautiful! It wasn’t long after they’d first met that Dazai noticed the tattoo. It was on the back of his neck, a bunch of letters and numbers that didn’t make any real sense. A serial number, of sorts.Chuuya had tried to hide it, understandably. Under his clothes, and then makeup. These solutions didn’t really work. Not in the long term, anyway. Clothes shifted, and makeup rubbed off.Dazai had a better idea.

lastly, will be too bad of me to share my works? I think that you may mostly like this fic:

Can you sew my suit? : Akutagawa and Atsushi are getting married and who is a better person to be their best man, but Dazai Osamu? Unfortunally, all guests has to wear newly sew suits, but Dazai missed the deadline for the order!Now, eight days before the wedding, Akutagawa sends Dazai to his last resolt; his good friend’s tailor shop, Nakahara Chuuya.However, his Dazai’s suit will not be the only thing fixed.Ch1.: the prologueCh2.: the meetingCh3.: a bonus

aaaaaaaaaand thats some of my favorite and amazinf fics i LOVE! hope you like them and happy reading! tell me what you think okay?

be well! :)

have a nice day!!!

[dicknotimpressed]

i left this blog for d e a d and ain’t nobody gave me a word, but did i ask for it? no, but i’m still gonna talk and there’s something i really want to discuss. i’ll try my best to keep it short, but here it is:

responsibility

[ri-spon-suh-bil-i-tee]

noun, plural re·spon·si·bil·i·ties.

the state or fact of being responsible, answerable, or accountable for something within one's power, control, or management.

an instance of being responsible: the responsibility for this mess is yours!

a particular burden of obligation upon one who is responsible: the responsibilities of authority.

i think we all grown and somehow understand what’s responsibility, right? so, if we are all smart and stuff, here comes a few questions that need answers, or, what’s better - we need actions. question number uno: when you join a roleplay, you pick your charrie and plan how you gonna play them, make your page and all that shit. you are responsible for your choice and your charrie. and if you are, then why the fuck you join a roleplay then never come back? you are fucking irresponsible ass motherfucker. here comes question number-bumber two, have your irresponsible motherfucking ass ever thought that you are wasting EVERYONE’S time? you just wasted admin’s time and their hard work if they had to make a cpsd for your ass if you decided to come as OC, you wasted your plot/connection partner’s time because you don’t do shit and they might’ve had hopes for a plot, especially if it was bomb, you wasted someone’s time because they might’ve wanted to come as that damn face but nah, you decided to take space, do nothing and hold a damn faceclaim. you are fucking responsible for everything once you join a damn rp, and if it flops, please, shut the fuck up and don’t complain about shit because probably you the one who stayed in IM all the fucking time, you are probably the one who never bothered to reply back to a thread on the dash even when someone took time to reply to your starter, you probably the one who only pop on the dash for lame ass hundred billion times already played anon games. no one wants to take a damn responsibility for shit, and poor admins end up with their time wasted and a broken heart because roleplays just die before these irresponsible homosapiens never really gave it a chance to live. you strive and rp will prosper, it’s that simple, and if you ride Rocky’s dick, think about these four words A S A P, always strive and prosper. DO SHIT AND SHIT WILL BE SUCCESSFUL, that’s it! but nah, it’s too much to do, right? i JoiNeD rP To NoT bE sHit ANd tHeN tALk TrAsH headass. how you join a roleplay and after a few minutes you complain about not having muse for your charrie or rp all together. then... honey, why you-... are you delusional, indecisive or just, um... i don’t know man. we are so fucking lazy, irresponsible and just A FUCKING ASS, that’s why tags cry, rpers cry, and roleplays die. Jesus, no one forces nor drags you to write paras all the damn time or throw development after development, just please, be on the dash AND TALK TO PEOPLE, COMMUNICATE, KEEP THE CONVO GOING, and don’t act like it’s something new to you because ya’ll so active and talkative in those little groupchats or wc moments. so why not transfer the same energy on the dash? can ya’ll imagine how FUN it would’ve been? like, seriously? why we can’t just get our shit together and rp like we all are friends who came together to have a good time? can you imagine how dope it would’ve been? i’ve been saying this all the fucking time but imma say this again: YOU have to start from YOURSELF and make a move, and if at least half of us would’ve done this and at least gave a chance to roleplays then everything could’ve get back to normal. i’m sorry if i sound rude or ugly, but i can’t act like this doesn’t upset me. it does. and when a roleplay flops, i get in my feels because now i have to kill off my charrie, i get in my feels because i’m sorry for admins who came up with idea and believed in it, brought it to ya’ll and boom! - their hard work never got appreciated. shame on you, shame on her, shame on him, shame on them, shame on me, shame on all us.

ugh, whatever, i can keep talking about it and it will upset me more and more. please, think about what i’ve just said, and maybe we will be able to change something? and if i just said loud ass crap that makes no sense please feel free to confront me. but i want to move to this little positive note, i just want to thank all the admins who had enough courage to open their roleplays even when they knew how dark rp times be these days. people cry and complain about dead tags and you guys weren’t/aren’t afraid to take this responsibility to drop a roleplay for people to have fun, but, oh well, looks like we don’t really know what’s fun anymore. and to all the rpers who still have hopes, who try to be on the dash, write and talk to others, who replies to starters and never drop convos on the dash, those, who can be independent and do stuff on the dash without their friends and gangs, those who strive for le roleplay to prosper. we all have lives, we work, we go to school, and once again, we have real lives to live, but even when you can dedicate at least an hour of your day to the dash and roleplay that you’ve joined it’s already a progress and i love you.

well, i hope this made at least a little bit of sense, if not, oh well, fuck me and may i shut the fuck up. but really, we need to do better because i know there are still people who love to write. we all share this little hobby so why can’t we be respectful to each other and enjoy shit together? okay, drag me.

[holland-ish]

That Sounds Weird  [ T. Holland ]

Request: rip im too late for the 10 requests but I did requests awhile back when your requests were open an imagine where tom x reader during a lazy sunday and reader has tumblr acc and they spent the day reading tom fics and was wondering if you remember that or? love your acc xx :)

Word Count: 824

Warnings: I didn’t do a very good job writing this, language

A/N: For reasons unknown, I found myself struggling to write this? Idk, just not very happy with how my writing turned out in this one. The idea was really cute though and so I still wanted to post it! Also, I kinda took the piss out of myself in this asdfghjkl

Masterlist

“There’s nothing on my blog that’ll be interesting to you, Tom,” you chuckled, scrolling through your dashboard and stopping to reblog a photo of a small coffee shop with a cute looking garden just outside it.

“Untrue,” Tom murmured into your hair, his chin resting atop of your head. Your ear was pressed against his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat helping to relax your mind and muscles. “Everything you do is interesting to me.”

“How about we do something else instead?” Your blog didn’t necessarily consist of anything you didn’t want him to see. It just wasn’t something you had wanted to share, for no other reason than the fact that it was personal.

“Fine,” Tom rolled his eyes, smiling and placing a small kiss on your forehead. “I have an idea.”

“Mm, what is it?”

Tom pulled the laptop from your lap so that it was situated between the two of you, half on his thigh and half on yours. He typed his name into the search bar, grinning as he hit the enter button and waited the few seconds for the page to load. You chuckled, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Is that a-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you nodded with a grin. “It’s written by, uhm, her url says Holland-ish.”

“Do you think we should read it?” Tom raised an eyebrow in question, hovering the cursor over the ‘keep reading’ option.

“Sure,” you shrugged, playing it off nonchalantly. In all honesty, you were pretty curious. Nowhere near as curious as Tom was, of course, but you were still very curious.

Tom snickered when he clicked on it. The two of you had already read the title and short (and very vague) summary so you did have an idea about what it was that you were going to read.

“This is stupid.”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Tom snickered. “We haven’t even started reading it.”

“There’s a fucking-”

“Watch your bloody mouth, love.”

You shook your head at Tom, smiling at him before reverting your eyes back to the screen. “Are you going to read it out loud or am I?”

“I want you to read it,” Tom mumbled. “I like hearing you read. Your voice sounds nice.”

“Alright then,” you replied, nodding your head and taking a sip of water from the bottle that was sitting on the table beside the bed.

“Thanks,” he said, letting his head fall to rest on your shoulder. His soft curls tickled your skin but you didn’t seem to care at all.

“There was a comfortable silence that filled the air in the small coffee shop that was sitting empty at the corner of the street. It wasn’t uncomfortable thanks to the patter of rain hitting the roof and the gravel outside-”

“That sounds weird,” Tom muttered, his voice muffled in your neck. “I’m no expert but the way she used the word ‘comfortable’ and then ‘uncomfortable’ sounded weird.”

You shrugged your shoulders once more, giggling as Tom grumbled when the action moved his head in an awkward way. “Should I carry on?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Tom said. “I was just saying.”

And so you did carry on. Tom’s lips were curved into a smile as he let his eyes fall shut, the sound of your voice a soothing break from other noise. The two of you giggled here and there, stopping yourself short of sentences for a kiss when Tom really needed.

Soon enough, you were over halfway through the little story. “I just didn’t think it was fair for a pretty girl like you to be sitting here alone,” you read.

“I would never say that,” Tom scoffed, holding back the urge to let out an ugly laugh. “That’s horrible. I wouldn’t say that, ever.”

“I don’t know,” you teased. “I think you may have said it before, even.”

“Lies.”

You didn’t say anything in return, laughing and returning to reading. It was finished rather quickly and you let out a sigh once you could finally stop reading. You clicked back to the search results, deciding to read another one with Tom.

But before you did that, the two of you took a minute to scroll through and admire the other posts that were tagged with his names. Tom smiled at the text posts and laughed at the jokes, grinned at the photos and complimented the moodboards and edits. Another half an hour had passed by quickly and you found yourself reading aloud once more. This was written by someone different and Tom smiled as he listened to it.

“This one is much better!” Tom laughed, tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I like this. We should do it more often.”

[disastr-femme]

I Just Can't...

-You’re Tony Stark’s daughter, and up until recently you never showed too much interest in combat or training. You aren’t helpless but definitely not battle ready. You’ve started some training with Natasha, but are having some trouble. All the Avengers, except Peter are out of town on a mission and you want help training.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Black Widow x Reader (Mention) Peter Parker x Hawkeye (Mention)

——– In the training room of the Avengers compound you focus on the combinations Nat taught you. Kick, kick, block, grab shoulders and knee to stomach, cartwheel away.

Sweat is dripping down your face as your dads favorite rock playlist blasts through the room. Everyone was out of town, except Peter. Your dad asked him to stay behind at the compound for added security. You didnt blame him, your dad. It wasnt until recently you decided you needed more training under your belt other than ‘kick em in the balls and pepper spray them until the cans empty’. Tony’s words, not yours.

You met Peter shortly before the Berlin incident, tagging along with Happy under the condition you stayed at the hotel while the confrontation was going down. You’ve admired Spiderman since you saw videos of him on YouTube. Maybe had a little crush on him since you saw the dork behind the mask. But you could never tell him, you love your friendship too much to possibly ruin it. Not to mention how awkward it would be around everyone else once they found out.

“Hey Y/N!” Peter says, almost shouting over the music. He’s hanging upside down on a set of pull up bars across the room.

“FRIDAY, can you turn the music down please?” you say in a normal voice. The AI complies quickly, the rock tones quickly becoming background noise. “What’s going on Parker?” you grin, walking towards him as you unwrap the dressings around your hands. He tosses a lazy smile at you from his perch, wearing his Spiderman suit without his mask.

“Nothing, just wanted to see what you were doing. You’ve been down here since after breakfast?” Peter asks you, surprise coloring his tone. He easily flips around so he’s standing on top of the bar. You sit yourself down on a mat, stretching out your legs as you talk to your friend. You’re almost able to hold a straddle, which you’re pretty proud of since you’ve only been training for just under two months. Natasha said flexibility is a good asset to have being a female in combat. Shes been having you learn some gymnastics too, but that isn’t coming as easily as hand to hand stuff.

“Yeah, you know Nat,” you said with a small laugh. “She’d have my butt if I didnt train as hard as I do if shes here when shes gone.” You lean forward, propping yourself up with your elbows on the mat. The cool material feels nice against your exposed stomach. You’re only in a navy sports bra and black athletic leggings. You took your T-shirt off hours ago, along with your shoes and socks. It was getting too hot.

“Yeah, she would.” Peter says with a laugh. He stands up on top of the bar and you can’t help but watch him with a smile on your lips. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that, right?” You ask.

Peter chuckles, walking along the bar like he’s walking on the ground. Its almost effortless for him. You wonder if its a trick of the light, or if you see a faint blush along Peters neck.

“They should call you, the Amazing Spiderman.” you laugh lightly, Peter joining in with you.

“Why are you feeding my ego?” He looks your way and shoots a line of web about a foot away from you, walking down it like a tight rope after securing it to the bar.

“Why are you showing off?” You challenge, pulling yourself out of your straddle. The stretch itself felt nice, and you almost melt coming back into a normal position. You’ll definitely need a hot bubble bath later. “Why are you in your suit anyway?”

“I wanted to talk to Karen about some stuff.” Peter says, not quite looking your way. Its like he’s focusing too hard to not fall but you know for a fact he couple walk down that web with his eyes closed.

“Oookayy… Do you wanna spare before lunch? I haven’t practiced any hand to hand combat since everyone left.” You ask smiling, jumping up to your feet, lightly bouncing in place. You’re eagerly hoping he says yes, not just because its a reason to be close to Peter, but you really want some practice and going against Spiderman seems like a fun challenge.

“Oh, um raincheck?” He says, glancing your way shyly. “I just, Im really hungry and a sandwich sounds really great right now…” Peter rambles as your face falls in disappointment.

“Please? Just a couple rounds, best two out of three? I watched you practicing with Clint last week, so I know you’re a fine partner…” You reach forward and gently grasp Peters wrist in your hand. He looks at both of your guys hands, and his dark eyes travel up and met yours. He’s clearly torn and you can’t understand why.

“Fine, best two out of three.” Peter says after a long moment, he smiles at you but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. You hope for whatever reason he isn’t bored with you, being stuck here.

The two of you walk towards the thicker mats, specifically for sparing. You stand facing each other and you wait a moment before starting, waiting to see if Peter puts on his mask. But he doesn’t move to do so. He stands in front of you, nervously switching his weight back and forth.

Taking a deep breath, you move into an offensive position and Peter matches your movements. You make the first move, attempting to place two swift kicks on Peters thigh with your right leg, but he blocks them. You lunge towards him and Peter quickly jumps out of the way.

It continues for a few minutes, you trying to land a punch or kick and Peter either blocks or avoids them altogether. You’re growing frustrated, it’s like he isn’t even trying.

“Common Parker!” You shout after another failed attack. “Why aren’t you fighting back?!”

He answers with a half attempt at a lunge towards you. You easily doge him. You completely lower your guard and just stare at him, angry tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.

“Is it because I’m a girl? Or your bosses daughter? Or both?” You say angrily, you can barely look at him.

“What? N-no, no of course not! Y/N that’s not it, I just….” Peter stutters a loss for words.

“Just forget it… Let’s go get those sandwiches.” You mutter softly, walking past Peter swiftly, trying to ignore the hurt you feel when he can’t give you a straight answer.

You’re almost to the door when you feel something tug you back lightly. You feel the web fibers against your back and another bout of anger washes over you. “Let me go Parker.” You say over your shoulder, you can barely look at him still.

“Let me explain! Please… Y/N I-I…” Peter is by your side, and you turn towards him when he quits stuttering. You raise your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to speak again. He’s clearly torn up about something, and in the back of your mind you hope everything is ok, but the thoughts are clouded in frustration. Peters hands are resting on your shoulders, and he drops his head, closing his eyes.

“I can’t fight you… Because I can’t… I can’t imagine hurting you…” He whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. “With Clint it’s fun and games… Easy to see almost all the other Avengers as a bad guy… Just for a few minutes. But you… Y/N… I can’t fight you. I don’t want to see you hurt, even if it’s just a sparring match. I can’t hurt you. I just can’t…”

As he speaks, all the tension leaves your body and you’re left almost breathless. Why does he have to be so sweet? You still kinda wanna deck him because he’s being stupid. But… Your heart melts and you realize, Parker likes you too.

“You’re so stupid Peter Parker.” You tell him in a whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand, tilting his face back up so you can look him in the eyes. You stand on your toes and bring your lips to his, kissing him softly. “So stupid.” You whisper against his lips, a smile playing along your lips.

“The Avengers jet has just landed Miss Stark.” FRIDAYs voice says throughout the room.

“Thank you FRIDAY.” You say, taking a step back from Peter. “We’ll talk later.” You tell him, and Peter looks much better, like his normal self. He gently pulls the web from your back and the two of you leave the room, almost like nothing happened except both of you are blushing.

——- A/N: A little longer than last one I think. But I’m really happy to be writing again. I need to get better at wrapping up one shots. I tend to drag things out imo.

[ashleighxx]

I was tagged by the amazing @misssophiachase

Where do you publish your work?

Tumblr, fan fiction and my gift exchanges are currently on AO3 (debating on putting my other work on there too!) 

What medium/application/etc.? Notes in my phone, Google Docs mainly and Pages if need be.

Do you collaborate with others? Me and Eve started... I'm a lazy git who can't finish her own work, so i need to get back on that... Sorry, love! 

How much editing do you do before you publish? I tend to edit as I go along, then read it over to make sure it makes sense and flow. If I really feel weird or needy over a one shot then ill ask someone to look over it for me... 

Do you listen to music? All the time with out typing, so typing to music is a given... I just use headphones when I need to type so it helps me focus more.

How do you decide what to write about? If you've read any of my stuff, it is mainly canon divergence, so I pick a scene and do what if scenarios. Sometimes I browse prompts sites and I'm hit with inspiration and write them on my ever growing list of to do’s!

When do you write? When the kids are in bed, So I only get an hour maybe two a night! (10 minutes in reality cause It takes me an hour to get off social media and open google docs, half hour to focus on what i need to do, get back off social media and maybe I can get a sentence or two out) 

How often do you write? I try and make sure i get two week nights and a weekend night, but my mind that wants structure doesn't flow with creativity which is as and when it wants to surprise me! ahaha 

Do you take requests? I am open for requests, but I do get uncomfortable writing AH stuff. My requests are mainly me typing some ideas to the girls and them forcing me to type them! (looking at you pets)

Is there a genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to? Im always hesitant to type smut and human verse fics, mainly all human cause I just can't seem to figure out what a human Klaus would be like. You have his sweet human viking side to get all the fluffy stuff. But then the hybrid version is what I fell for in his character, so all the edgy mob/spy verse suits him and I don’t think I could get it right, so I tend to leave it to the professionals :) 

Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc that help you stay motivated?

My main motivation is talking with others about head canons and if I can turn into something worth reading... I read a lot more than I write, so I get to stay on the Klaroline track... But if i took a massive netflix binge, then I like to replay some videos on youtube to get back into the characters. (sometimes it can help keep the characters canon too, and that 5x11 is just, well you all know! ahah) 

Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences:

Walking up to the bar, Caroline spotted Damon nursing a bourbon, must probably drowning his sorrows that Elena agreed to donate her blood to Klaus as agreed. He had a little smirk on his face, probably excited of his plan with Katherine and Mikael that they weren't supposed to know of.

He finally sensed them as they got closer and the smirk grew on his face, “Look who it is?” he muttered, raising his glass to take a mouthful.

Caroline sat on one side of him while Klaus flanked to the other.

“Blondie.” he greeted her, but the glass in his hand shattered, blood and alcohol spilling on the counter along with the shards of glass. He looked up at her in rage.

“Damon, you know how much I hate that nickname.” she grinned, mischief rolling off her making Klaus smile to himself at the possibilities of what she was going to achieve from this display of power.

Caroline focused on Damon's hand which was slowly starting to heal, it suddenly moved to the counter and grasped some of the shards, reopening his wounds and creating more, before it was forced towards his mouth, making him swallow the pieces of glass. With hatred in his pain filled eyes, he shot out of the bar leaving the pair alne.

“We don't want him to overhear us now, do we?” She looked up at Klaus smiling, waving to the bartender to clean up as she moved into the newly vacated seat towards the hybrid, leaving the pair a glass each of champagne.

Tagging: @delerithmoriwen @3tinkgemini @garglyswoof

[undeademoprincess]

82 Truths

rules: once you’ve been tagged you’re supposed to write a post with eighty-two truths and then tag twenty-five people.

tagged by @hoseokjinns bruh this has been sitting in my drafts for how many eons????

name: Dawn blood type: b nickname(s): Celeste (cousins mainly) and then anything else is adding an e or i sound to the end of my name (tho i have noticed dawners is a frequent name) r/s: dead inside zodiac sign: libruh pronouns: she\her favorite tv shows: dude, i havent seen any tv shows since i was 8, that was well over a decade ago. i collect the dvd/blurays of tv shows but not often. my mother and i are really into futurama but other than that its usually animes that i collect long or short hair: literally lopped my hair off myself like 3 days ago height: 5′5″ do you have a crush on someone: if fictional characters count then yes, the husband list keeps growing and i need another closet to shove them in but real life im fighting a “battle” what do you like about yourself: i have yet to be called annoying or that im an ass to those i love and i support them with all i can, so ive got that going for me right or left handed: right, tho i am ambidextrous over weird ass shit. like gymnastics im left dominate in??? idfk either man list of three favourite colors: literally any color associated with fall/autumn and ill be a happy camper

right now: eating: just ate a cracker that had peanut butter on it cause im munchin hard drinking: sweet h2o man i’m about to: probably go to bed or i might work on my drafts for my writing blog, havent decided yet listening to: a mix about cats, love, breakfast and being tired by in love with a ghost (on youtube) kids: hell no, unless i know i can support the damn thing with all i can while living comfortably along with someone i KNOW wont leave both me and the kid and help me then maybe, but its still a really strong no. pets are fam tho, so technically i have like 5 kids already get married: down for that, annoying someone all the time as a “job” sounds fun, especially if we get late night adventures and do weird ass cooking class shit for fun. ITS IN THE CONTRACT YA KNOW career: i really want to travel the world and get paid to do so, but at my own pace

most recent: drink: water????? idk what you want from me man im a thirsty hoe for livin phone call: been on discord all day today with 2 of my best friends and listening to music with my bot the other half on it song you listened to: lauv reforget (literally just came on) 

have you ever: dated someone twice: no been cheated on: nope, and im not the type to let them get away with it if they ever did kissed someone and regretted it: no lost someone special: yes been depressed: yes, began at a very young age due to the death of my father. literally had a midlife crisis when i was 4 cause of his death been drunk and thrown up: hell no kissed a stranger: no had glasses or contacts: glasses had sex on the first date: no, not really my thing broken someone’s heart: i think so, never really ask how they felt about it afterwards turned someone down: yuuuup cried when someone died: yes fallen for a friend: mmmmm, not really??? i usually crush on an acquaintance and my friends drag them in and somehow become friends later??? 

in the last year have you: made a new friend: uuuuuh, maybe 3??? i dont like leaving my house nor do i like wasting my time on strangers, especially if theyre rude fallen out of love: yeah laughed until you cried: many times, MANY FUCKING TIMES met someone who changed you: uh, i think so??? idk, i kinda find my own flow in life and people either respect it and enjoy the ride with me or fight it, and i dont have the energy to deal with pointless shit found out who your true friends were: ooooh yeah found out someone was talking about you: humans talk, its natural. i dont really do anything but i can see why someone WOULD talk shit if thats what this is asking about kissed someone on your fb list: ew no

which is better: lips or eyes: eyes hugs or kisses: hugs, i like being warm shorter or taller: both have pros and cons romantic or spontaneous: both? both sensitive or loud: idk what the fuck this is asking about but if its about being around people who are loud or sensitive then neither, im sensitive to headaches so loud people irritate me and trigger the pain and ive had bad experiences in person with sensitive people where they dont leave me alone and wind up stalking me???? i love being alone so neither hookup or relationship: relationship troublemaker or hesitant: one can be kinda fun but also a pain in the ass if they get you into trouble a lot and the other might not be as constantly fun per say but at least you shouldnt be in trouble as often 

first: best friend: Samantha surgery: thankfully nothing yet sport i joined: badminton  vacation: everything my parents did was while i was literally an infant soooooo yeah, greaaaaat memories

do you believe in: yourself: not all the time, but i rely on myself more than anyone else. i dont trust anyone for shit when i know damn well i can do it myself and know that if something goes wrong i myself fucked it up and can probably fix my mistake miracles: yes and no, i believe theres a reason for things to happen the way they do, and there are times i see it as miracles love at first sight: i believe in attraction at first sight, not immediately seeing someone soul or some shit heaven: im more for reincarnation and spiritual aspects in life and death

extras: how many people from your fb list do you know irl: 90% of them do you have any pets: im not counting my outside pets because there are too many to even keep track of to count so my children are 5 cats, toto my conure, oz my dog, tubby my gecko, and a beta fish and a catfish do you want to change your name: if i ever did, which i dont want to do, it’d be either Celeste or Aurora (my mom actually debated on calling me aurora after like the disney princess if you will and funny enough shes always been my favorite princess) what did you do for your last birthday: 2 of my friends kidnapped me and took me to dinner and we drove around and looked at interesting things. this years its during ren faire and im so damn happy what time did you wake up today: 9 pm. im sick atm and its really fucking up my sleep schedule  what were you doing last night at midnight: just got out of a call with one of my best friends and sat on my own server for a bit chillin with my music bot before my other best friend joined my after like SIX HOURS, DAMN YOU SIMON something you can’t wait for: ren faire, getting married cause then i get to sweater slap someone and get away with it, and being comfortably happy in life last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago? i went to the kitchen to get my cat to love on her and saw her then what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i had more determination to see things through and not be scared to take the leaps to see it through have you ever talked to a person named tom: i worked in retail, so probably what’s getting on your nerves: a lot of things, mainly petty things. kinda wanna cut a toxic person out of my life but we all know thats easier said than done especially seeing how he talks to literally all of the people i talk with on a daily basis save one soul and he treated her like shit when he talked to her sooo yeah, dunno wtf is his problem but im tired of being the object of his frustration and anger, idk how the rest of my friends deal with his shit but im just so damn DONE

man im not taggin 25 people. if youd like to tag me as a “i found it from so and so” then go for it man, let youre dreams run free friend. im just a lazy sack of shit and am tired and im amazed im still up and that its TAKEN ME A MILLION DAMN YEARS TO DO THIS IM SO SORRY LEANNE

[kyberled]

☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn't have?

Salt Meme

As a matter of fact, I have, though thankfully it wasn’t in this fandom, but one I only recently trundled back to, and one from way back that I don’t think I’m ever going to be going back to for a number of reasons.

Oddly enough, this person from the very old fandom wasn’t even a part of the fandom I was in. It was a crossover type thing, and the first crossover I’d ever written. But there was a lot of vagueblogging on her part whenever I did anything they didn’t like. And by that, I mean the dash was flooded with posts saying that ‘this person’ didn’t ship things like they thought they did, TAGGED WITH OUR CHARACTERS, and going on to complain ON THE DASH to her mutuals that ‘some person’ (still tagged with our ship) was making their anxiety and depression worse. My crime? I didn’t have my muse kiss theirs within thirty in-reply minutes (tops; probably less) of them first meeting. I ended up fanmailing them saying it wasn’t that I didn’t ship them, it’s just that I wanted to take it slow, and after that they went back to acting like we were best friends while spamming my inbox with messages about their wedding.

I wish I was joking.

It’s also worth noting that I was a teenager, and the other person was, according to their rules page, in their twenties. This only happened one or two more times before I blocked them, but the more I thought about about it, the more I kind of wished I got out sooner, but at the same time, I’m just glad I got out at all.

The other person was in a bigger fandom, and they were writing with some other people I know and consider friends. They introduced themselves by messaging me right after they followed, saying, ‘Hi, I’m [person I’m still good friends with]’s friend! [They] recommended your blog to me, so I thought I’d say hi! My name’s [name]!” … Or something along that vein. Introduced themselves, added that they’d heard about me from a mutual friend, and that was the last normal conversation I had with them, outside of a few attempts at plotting. 

This person would come into my IMs at odd hours and just complain to me. I didn’t even really know this person’s name, and they would just dump their life problems in the IMs. Like how their best friend was stressed in college, so they were not gonna contact her by their own choice, but now they were sad and missed her and anxious and yeah, I get that that sucks, but I was a complete stranger? And they’d go on and on and I could hardly get a word in edgewise. Whenever I did manage to say anything and try to comfort them or offer advice, they’d shut me down, give lists of reasons why my suggestions wouldn’t work, and go back to complaining at me. This happened literally all of the time, it was all they’d talk to me about. They also really liked hounding me about being agender, too? I’ll give an example of this in a bit.

I feel like I should clarify, here, that I enjoy helping my friends with their problems. I like being a shoulder to cry on. But the emphasis is on ‘my friends’. People I am comfortable with. I would also appreciate some warning? Even just a ‘hey, can I vent to you for a sec?’ at least lets me get in the right mindset to be able to deal with this sort of thing. I got no warning from this person. It’s also nice to talk about something else from time to time? But, no, it was just a constant stream of negativity from them. I’m being completely serious when I say I couldn’t make a single post on either of my blogs without them messaging me. It was actually kind of terrifying, to say the least. Had to start developing a routine based on when they were usually offline to avoid being harassed. 

It didn’t take me too long to consider blocking them, because of the outpouring of negativity, but also because they kept dropping threads without telling me, then talking about how I was ignoring them, to me, and THEN requesting starters and completely ignoring ALL THREE OF THE STARTERS i’D JUST WRITTEN THEM, and THEN saying they were too lazy or kept forgetting to look the starters up? But I was the one who was ignoring them. The day I was first about to block them, they message me about how their friends are all blocking them. I briefly wonder if they’re a telepath. They say, after a very long rant, something along the lines of ‘but at least I have you, Jay. You’d never do that, you’re my best friend. I’m lucky to have you’. And on the one hand, I’m thinking, you know, what the hell, since when were we best friends? And I know that sounds mean, but I’d barely spoken to them, both because they never listened and because I was super uncomfortable talking to them; we barely interacted IC because they kept dropping threads and outright ignoring things I’d write for them; I never made an effort to contact them since the conversation was always focused solely on how bad their life was; We’d only been in contact for a month or two, tops, and it took about a year for Rodi and I (or my irl highschool best friend, Hannah, and I) to get to True BFF Level; Never once did they show any concern for me, or really anyone aside from themselves; Honestly, I’m kind of surprised they even knew my name. But I’m their best friend, apparently, and now of course I feel super guilty, because I was about to block them, and now I was the bad guy.

Oh, and to add on to all this, they forced headcanons on my muse. Once again, I feel like I need to clarify: I love people bouncing headcanons off me. If you think Braig would like XY thing, tell me; If you have an idea of a scenario for our muses together, send me it, I’d love to hear it. I’ll even reblog that ‘tell me your headcanons for my muse’ meme. I love it.

What this person did was different. This person, without asking, conferring with me, or even giving me any warning, they decided my muse was a child abuser. I don’t think I need to elaborate on why that was a bad thing. This went against my headcanons, contradicted canon at some points, and made no sense to me, but apparently my muse was now a child abuser. Eugh.

Oh, and before I give a brief run-down on what finally prompted me to block this person, I feel it’s worth mentioning that when we’d first started talking, I’d just turned eighteen, and they were twenty-one. 

Anyway, so the straw that finally sucker-punched the camel in the jaw was when they messaged me after A Day. I was tired, hungry, had been in class all morning and in line at the campus book store for half an hour, and my arms were loaded down with textbooks. I was sort of struggling through tumblr for something to do, but typing was pretty hard. This person swings into my IMs and starts a suspiciously normal conversation - Actually asks me about school, what my major is, etc etc. I’m giving one-word replies for the most part, both because I’m not in the most social mood (and I’m not comfortable with this person to begin with), and because I don’t have the hands free to type long sentences anyway. But I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this person has turned over a new leaf. Maybe I was right for giving them so many chances. And then, in the middle of the conversation, zero warning, they say:

“Are you out to your family, yet?”

And I’m just stunned. I had no idea how to respond. After a minute or more of me just staring, not answering, they add, ‘can I ask that?’, and I had no idea what to say in return aside from something like ‘no, I’m not, and I don’t know if I ever will be’, hoping to end the conversation. This person then starts complaining at me for not being out, because they wanted help with getting their family to remember their pronouns. I offered some suggestions anyways, those were all ignored, and out came more rants about how terrible their life was. 

I blocked them not long after, after speaking to two close friends who agreed that I probably should’ve done so earlier.

So, yeah, those are the two instances that come to mind. I’m a bit more careful with who I chill with, now, and I’ve learned to be pretty blunt when shutting this stuff down, so it hasn’t happened since. \o/

[thehandworld]

Rp’s comfort

RP Comfort Meme A valuable hella long meme for any role-player! Come display your comfort levels so your role-play partners are aware of what they can do, and of what they should avoid! A healthy relationship between role-play partners is the key to a good time! While this meme shows the basics, please remember to communicate with your role-play partners!

Tagged by: Lol I took this from @queenharumiura​ lol Tagging: feels tagged if you want.

It’s really long

RP Basics

RP Methods I am comfortable doing:

im: Honestly I prefer that IM be only ooc, so I really don’t like playing there.

Asks: I have done that, honestly I like doing memes threads. Also I’m fine with either turning in threads or just keep from ask.

Skype: I do played a little but it’s way messed up, if it’s for nsfw I don’t mind. But I prefer if it’s just for that or for plot.

Google Docs: Never tried before o - o, so I can’t say lol

OOC/Headcanoning/RP Planning Methods

I do love to talk ooc, but I need say that: I’m really shy and I take a lot to loose up to talk about. About headcanon or rp planning I really don’t mind in talking about, yet i need say I’m more likely go with whatever you give me lol.

im: The only bad side of IM is that the window is so... small that annoys me lol. But it’s a place there I can be always found since I mostly likely look tumblr twice a day.

Asks: Talking on asks can be annoying because of tumblr limits, yet I find it more easy than IM, since if I’m the one answering I can write as much as I want LOL and the plus side I can find it later.

Skype: It’s always online, because my phone is always online on wifi lol. So this is the quickest way to find and talk with me lol.

Participants I am comfortable with:

One on one RP’s: I mostly always do this one, it’s the easy ones since the track is not messed up so yeah I like this one.

Up to three people (including myself): I don’t mind, as far that we talk and so make an order to who will answer first and go on. 

Four or more people: The same thing with the three people, just talk about who is going to answer who and then will be fine.

RP Style I am all right with:

Lit/para: When it’s a plot or either a person I feel comfy I mostly likely will end in this lol. Mostly because I write a lot when I feel like. You don’t need match with what I write and I always try to match yours lol. Sometimes I end up writing a way more. Do I’m making sense?

1-3 lines: I do like those when I’m bored or when I don’t have mind for longer ones, but those probably get lost in the void.

[text]: Hm... I don’t get about this? I can do those, but in the end I always write more than normal lol

Post Length

I usually write about:

1-3 Pragraphs: This is the length that I normally likes to play and write and I tend to stay on those.

3-10 paragraphs: This here happen when I’m loving the thread or when I have A LOT OF THINGS that I want to write. Later I will try to go back to 1-3 tho...

PAGES: Erm... honestly I don’t think I write this much to turn in pages... The only time I did it I ENDED REGRETTING A LOT. So no, I try to avoid it the best I can.

Partner Post Length I am comfortable role-playing with people who write:

Do whatever you want: Honestly, I will do my best to match whatever you write, one-liner, multi-para, pages, just don’t wait me to answer WAY TOO quickly to pages! And please you don’t need match my length honestly sometimes I write paras and paras others I write like 2 paras lol. So yeah, do whatever you want.

Just please, don’t answer a multi-para with an one-liner okay? That is a nono.

RP Speed

I usually reply:

Within minutes: Normally short threads and crack threads that is easy.

Within a day: Thiiiis... happen when I have inspiration to. Normally I try to answer everything within a day when I have inspiration.

Within the same week: Well that happens when I’m really lazy and I have half inspiration, I tend to be picky with what I will answer or not.

Within a month: ... That happens a lot when I lost muses, I tend to disappear and ignore my drafts. If this happen please send an ask and I will explain.

Longer than a month: Hahaha... that happens when I lost muses longer than I thought I would lost. I tend to just vanish and not answer anything as well skype or IM lol.

Sporadic: I tend to be online for 5 minutes check if I have something, go play for 4-5 hours, come back and answer lol. So yeah... that is how it’s works when I’m online all day xD.

I expect my partner to reply:

Please, do as you wish: I’m lazy and slow, and I can wait your replies as far that you let me know you will answer. Just please don’t drop it and be silent. I wish to know if you want or not continue. I’m fine with drop since I know muses lost interest.

Within 1 years: I can wait... Yeah I can wait one year, maybe 2 years. But mostly like I will forget a few things.

Role-play Requests

The people I’ll take rp requests from:

Mutualship: Mutuals normally means I want to play with you, but as well that I read your rules. So just hit me up and we can talk, or drop a meme and we can continue from there.

Non-mutuals: I will check if you’re a rp blog or not, if you’re not I mostly likely not follow back, mostly because I prefer a clean dash. If you’re a rp blog I will go follow you and read your rules and then I will answer anything you send me.

OCs: I accept OC’s and self-insert very well, mostly like give me something about your muse, a faceclaim, or a fandom whatever and I will work from there.

Charas from other series: Honestly as far that I know the fandom I will mostly likely accept play with you, if I don’t know the fandom it will be kinda off but I can try? I dunno I like and dislike doing crossover lol. So it’s a so so.

Expectations

I expect my RP partner to:

Have read my rules.

Send me for who you send an ask and who you want to play with.

Be kind with me: I’m not english speaker and I do a lot of grammar mistake so please be kind about it. Also please have a grammar that I can understand, otherwise I will let it to void lol.

Understand my mood: I mostly likely have swing moods, I sometimes love to play and others I hate it, so my active is not always 100% here. 

Romantic Relationships

Just... tell me? Sometimes I ship it but I don’t talk about it because I don’t want to be pushing, others I just didn’t get it, sometimes I don’t think muses have chemistry but we can figure out about it. Just, speak is key. Shipping I am comfortable shipping my characters:

With chemistry: This is probably the number one rule? Let’s the muse get to know each other. Let’s them fight, talk and things like that. Ooc talk is good to get chemistry between muns and as well muses.

With considerable interaction: It’s not an automatic ship, mostly likely it will be friends or things like that. Like I said I only will assume that is a ship if we talk before.

AU: An AU can happen anything, mostly likely I can do a pre-stabilished relationship if you want, but in the end will be only for this AU version.

If you want to ship with my characters:

Interaction/chemistry: Just... have interactions before, it’s really a no no get in a ship without know if they will have chemistry or not.

Ask: Ask about the ship and I will answer the truth about it, if I like or if I don’t. We can talk about it more and maybe later I will end up shipping it.

HC’s/Angst:I don’t plot headcanons a lot in a ship, but we can talk about those ~! I would love to talk about it! Also a head up, I LOVE ANGST! So in a ship I will mostly likely throw a lot of angst in you ~!

I’m mostly likely open to all ships: Maybe I won’t know how to react or play but that is what RP’s is create for, to put you in situations and get to know how to work with ~! Yet if it’s really pushing my limits I will tell you and I ask you to understand if I stop shipping it.

NSFW material

NSFW material i’m comfortable with:

Blood: I can write things with blood as far that is not real blood lol. Mostly because a couple of fandoms have fights and the muses get wound, so yeah. I’m comfy in playing that.

Torture: I have muses that can torture and muses that had been tortured before, so those are things I’m okay and comfy with playing, although I probably don’t know how to really write those ups.

Smut: Hahaha... I mostly like will be under read more and with a NSFW tag. I normally don’t have mood for this but, if you do make me have mood for this please, do in read more okay ~?

Others types of NSFW: As far that it’s chat before or plotted I won’t mind. Like I said, I don’t think it will be well write but I’m up with anything ~!

On a side note: I can’t do smut or a few types of NSFW if the age difference between muses are really bigger, more than 5 years. That is a no no. I can’t.