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[shima-draws]

Ghost Cora AU where he’s actually been following Law around ever since he died but nobody has been able to see him, so all he’s able to do is watch Law get hurt and suffer in silence. UNTIL, miraculously, the battle of Dressrosa ends, and for some strange reason—through some supernatural bullshit or maybe just fate—one person is finally able to see him.

Law is sitting on the deck of the Yonta Maria watching everyone party when Luffy comes trotting over to him. And Luffy plops down beside him and says, “I’ve been meaning to ask, Torao, but who’s that really tall blonde guy with the funny makeup that’s been following you around?”

And Law’s just like

[abnormalpsychology]

Sometimes this site gives me a much brighter flame of hope for the future and sometimes it makes me a whole lot worse. I think that’s worth being transparent about actually

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : I missed you all 🥺. Again I’m sorry this update took way too long~ Thank you for the people who wished me better (really, ily) . I’m devastated with the news about Logan 😭 poor boy just needed his confidence back I swear.

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Warnings : Cursing, Grammatical Errors

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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f1wags Y/N in the paddock! Welcome back Queen 👑

user1 She’s finally here 😭 We missed you Y/N!!

user2 She’s literally glowing , Oscar’s so lucky!

user3 Are they dating? I thought she was with Lando??

user4 Girl were where you? A LOT has gone down 🙂‍↕️.

user5 Honey let me catch u up. Lando cheated on Y/N with her friend during the winter break. Lando then posted a breakup post stating that the breakup was on both sides and they parted on good terms which Y/N has denied (it was MESSY). Then Oscar and Lily was rumored to have split (they did, Oscar later posted a shady breakup post; Lily was allegedly cheating). Then Y/N and Oscar started hanging out (sometimes with Logan). + After Oscar’s win in Hungary — He was then spotted in America for Y/N’s show the day after. Then they were spotted several times together after and they are now allegedly dating (not yet confirmed).

user3 WHAT.

user4 MESSY RIGHT?!!

user3 Is Lando still with Y/N’s friend??

user5 She’s also in the paddock rn 🤡

user3 wtf?? the audacity??

user6 lando FUMBLED so bad. SO BAD.

user7 Literally not thinking straight. I swear Lando.

oscarpiastri 5 min

story replies

Y/N. I guess soft launches aren’t our thing , Ok understood 🙂‍↕️

oscarpiastri Its not launching if we aren’t officially a thing yet, dear 🫶

Y/N. Oh right!! were only friends babe 🥰

oscarpiastri best of friends, Luv 😘.

Y/N. Ur so annoying , I love you 🙄. Have fun w/ ur interviews

oscarpiastri Thanks dear, Love you more!

charles_leclerc is this a hard launch 👀

oscarpiastri I don’t know, is it??😇

charles_leclerc don’t be smart with me boy . I didnt raise you like this

oscarpiastri you didn’t raise me at all! you were too busy flirting with the dutch boi .

charles_leclerc I—

oscarpiastri you are silenced old man

danielricciardo oi seat stealer, please tell Y/N to answer my messages. She keeps inboxing my messages! I need my cowboy hats 😩

oscarpiastri i prefer to call myself a mental health saver. I guided you back to Red Bull 🤓☝️

danielricciardo And got me my contract money 🤑. Back to the topic! come on pls tell Y/N! she promised me a cowboy hat from florida. pls pls pls

oscarpiastri Its in our luggage, calm down.

danielricciardo Damn “OUR” luggage. I still can’t believe you pulled Y/N from him. Cheers to you mate

oscarpiastri boi you still hold grudges with Lando huh.

danielricciardo him and the entire team can burnn 😀. Im saying this again, mate… watch your back.

oscarpiastri I know danny, you’ve warned me hundreds of times.

landonorris You little shit. You really brought Y/N here. You have the fucking balls huh

oscarpiastri I did, I do . What’s it to you?

landonorris You’ll regret this Oscar.

oscarpiastri Try me.

landonorris I’ll get her back.

oscarpiastri lmao sure you do.

Y/N. 3 min

story replies

oscarpiastri oh hello self! nice seeing you here

Y/N. He’s cute right? Such a pookie

oscarpiastri I’ve seen better 🤷‍♂️

Y/N. Really?? I haven’t. He’s the cutest to me 🥰🥰🥰

oscarpiastri So i assume that we’re ok with posting each other then 🫣

Y/N. Hell yeah! I ain’t hiding you boi. Ur mine.

oscarpiastri Possessive… i like it

Y/N. oh you’re FREAKY.

Y/bf. And Oscar has made the public ig 🥳

Y/N. I assume u approve of Osc then

Y/bf. Out of everyone you’ve dated he’s the most decent

Y/N. Decent 😖

Y/bf. That’s a COMPLIMENT

danielricciardo OI Y/N! don’t ignore my messages!

danielricciardo MY HAT WOMAN! MY HAT

Y/N. OK CHILL! I have it you crazy aussie. Osc will give it to you tomorrow before FP1.

danielricciardo Thank you 😇.

*Incoming call from Norris

Pick up or Decline

Pick up

“Hello?”

“We need to talk. Now”

“I didn’t unblock your number so you could disrespect me”

“I’m sorry… Can we talk in person?”

landonorris 1 min

*messages are disabled

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[whimsyprinx]

i wonder if I’ll ever be able to stop my performative positivity bs

[hipsdofangirl]

and when i’m back in chicago..

seokmin x reader

summary: what it could have been

genre: meet-cute, idol au, kind of melancholic ending

notes: reader and dk are iphone users, reader is a svt fan and has anxiety lol

a/n 1: DAWG IM BAWLING RN I WAS 30 FT AWAY FROM HIM AT THE BEAN GETTING INTO MY UBER AND I MISSED HIM GRRRRAAAHHH MY FCKING ULTIMATE BIAS so this is me coping and telling my experience with what i wish could have been 🙄

wc: 1.4K

not proofread

1:58 pm CST

“oh my god! the bean is not under any construction anymore!” you point out, able to discern the article text under the glaring sun.

your friend nods, tired from the lack of food and wandering around in clothes not accustomed for the 60 degree temperature. you still were high on energy, the city and sunny autumn weather fueling your excitement; along with the anxiety fueling your flight response.

you sling your phone in your pant pocket as your other palm sweats against your sling bag—one you’ve been gripping ever since you entered the large city in fear of being pickpocketed. you pick up your pace absentmindedly as your friend trudges behind you.

you glance back at them. “since it’s a major tourist spot, no doubt they will have food.”

you could imagine a cartoon-ish sigh of relief exude from them as their own pace slightly picks up.

the gardens slowly wade behind you as you trudge through them, searching for any sign of a enormous metal bean. sweat glues your shirt to your back as your fingers trail against the leather portion of your bag.

after walking on a curved path beside the pavilion, your eyes blank out on the promised free bean. you've seen it before—a long time ago—but your friend has never seen the iconic tourist attraction.

although some conditions weren’t in your favor, you hoped they could at least enjoy seeing some things not everyone gets to. their immediate attention goes to the overpriced food trucks right beside it; however, knowing that both of you haven’t ate in 6 hours means money didn’t mean a thing.

they pat your shoulder. “i’m going to get a hot dog and a water, you want anything?” you shake your head, too entranced with the surroundings of everyone interacting.

“i’m fine—thank you though. i’ll be on the bench over there,” you reply wistfully.

your friend pretends to understand and strolls quickly to the nearest truck. in the meantime, you stand alone on the burning concrete sidewalk, enjoying the scenery.

the air seemed fresh next to the gardens, with the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

“ah—pardon me?” a man under a black hoodie jump-scares you, face flinching in response; your hands absentmindedly clasps your belongings.

you take a brief look at the tall tan man as he himself jumps a bit at your own response.

you chuckle before a light laugh escapes. “sorry! you scared me—is there anything i can help you with?”

he pauses. you discern his previously concerned eyes—the only part of his face you can see—as they focus on the ground before darting back up to meet yours once again. his eyes disappear behind a crinkle, forming smiles of their own you imagine.

he waves his hands, phone in one. “no no! i am sorry,” you can hear an accent, “i took picture of you—“

your brows furrow, lips pursing; he catches on immediately.

“oh um—“ he mutters something in another language which you can recognize as korean, “you looked really pretty.” your face turns hard pink and you hope he only believes it’s from the heat. “and the sun looked pretty and i had to take a photo, but i want your…support for it?”

it was obvious he wasn’t even sure of himself; the hands flailing from you to the sun and back to you says it all. you slowly nod, trying to understand his words. you glance to his eyes, searching for any soul behind them; that soul digs into your own for something sincere that you can’t quite place yet.

the world just seems to encapsulate you two as you can hear light scratching of his fingernails against his phone case, tugging your attention away to the new source. you can feel his gaze linger on your skin before he follows your gaze.

he almost yelps, “oh! here!” he scrambles to open his phone. as easy as it was to open a previously opened app, you linger yourself on his hands, seemingly red and scratchy.

you don’t even notice people briskly walking past you, staring in your direction; you don’t even notice another man, yet older and in all black clothing, walk over to the backside of the man you are talking to.

his phone is brazenly shoved into your face, forcing you to realize how close he has gotten to your right side. you could feel his quick breathing and additional warmth radiating from him; you wonder if you seemed to be the creep between the both of you. the blush returns as you force yourself to stand still. you look down to what he is showing you.

it’s a picture of you. where you were standing. he was right. the afternoon sun glow shined beside you onto the camera perfectly. the trees colliding alongside the massive skyscrapers, reaching to the clouds past the sky.

you swallow, noting your dry mouth. “wow—that’s. that’s really good.”

“right?” he isn’t looking at the photo anymore. he is slightly bending down, so you are able to meet his eyes as equals. he suddenly cuddles into his black jacket a bit more. “you like?”

you swallow again, “mhm! it’s amazing. candids really are something.” you mentally hit yourself with the stupidest remark.

he chuckles. “give me your phone.” your eyes widen. he chuckles again a bit louder but only audible to yourselves. “so you have the photo?”

your mouth opens and his eyes close in cheer. you fiddle through your pant’s side pocket to fish out your phone. once it resides in your palm and faces him for the next set of instructions, he tugs down the top and presses on the bluetooth icon.

you glance over at him as he adjusts his settings—confirming your suspicion that he did speak korean. he then lightly tugs your wrist, facing your phone towards him. he presses the phones together and you observe as the picture airdrops to your phone.

“oh my god..” you whisper. he chuckles, breath hitting your cheeks somehow through his mask. “i didn’t know it could do that—airdrop can be tricky for me.”

he hums in response. he glances briefly at the corners of your cheeks. “only for us.”

you look back up at him with a smile. “oh for sure! thank you so much!”

he waves and nods his head. “have a good day.”

the man behind him tugs his sweatshirt and they begin to quickly stroll away. not before he glances back at you and waves shyly.

you then look around yourself, noticing some girls were angling their phones at you.

“so what was happening over here?” you friend saunters over to you, hot dog in hand and two waters tucked into her side.

you let out a breathy chuckle out of disbelief. “some dude just took a gorgeous candid of me and sent it to me.”

your friend nods and smiles. “good for you! no doubt he liked you.” she hands you the extra water bottle.

“h-huh?” you stutter, eyes widen.

your friend chuckles. “your expressions are so funny sometimes.” they pat your back as you aggressively twist off the cap. you tilt your head back and chug part of the water. they pat your back again. “slow down, you don’t want to throw that up later because i am not cleaning that up.”

you nod, this time slowly swirling the cap around the grooves of the plastic bottle.

“now let me order that uber and you show me that so-called amazing photo.”

9:59 pm CST

“—NICE!” the fifth time the song rings out never gets old. as much as your bones are exhausted, you are determined to keep up.

getting to the venue was a hectic experience, but stepping to your almost-floor seats was a whole separate experience itself. the arena was smaller than expected, but the seats were in perfect view of the extended stage, especially during the encore.

a quick snap of your phone catches the image of that same man you met the previous day.

you didn’t register what completely happened till you arrived at your hotel room, until your friend showed you a specific member’s instagram story. the road signs may have looked familiar in the background, but you hit yourself mentally for recognizing the tan man.

now, in the concert hall, he never looked over in your direction; instead, he waved to the 200s and to the people on the floor, yet you still took his photo.

even if he never notices you or remembers you, you’re content with the thought of him doing something he loves and you being part of a fleeting moment only through his eyes.

.

.

“candids really are something.”

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n 2: did i almost cry writing this ending? yes. did i cry when i barely missed him irl? yes. did i sit down just now and write everything in one sitting? yes. did i cry happy tears at the revelation that i briefly passed him? yes. god i love him so much—

thank you for making it here! have a good day and night 🫶

[adorethedistance]

I Don’t Just Like You - Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, tension/fighting, jealousy, Dixie lmao

Words: 2161

Summary: Tension builds with Trevor over his new partnership until the two of you confess your feelings.

A/n: Y'all I am so not doing well rn. I am processing a break up and questioning my social circle and im so lonely that I needed to write some angst to cope with it all. Hope yall like this one and maybe it'll get a smut part two depending on whether or not I can handle writing that rn lol. Enjoy!

Moose: call me ASAP

Me: sorry Luke. can’t rn

Moose: Awesome 😎

My hands quake with anxiety as I fiddle with the tarnished silver ring adorning my pointer finger. The moisture of my skin eases the movement of turning the ring around my finger. I hiss when the gemstone catches on the skin of my middle finger and immediately drop my hands. 

Currently, I’m staring down at the risky text I just sent Trevor. About an hour ago he had messaged me:

Trev: hey sorry can’t swing tn after all 

Trev: rain check?

My jaw tightens with contempt and I huff out a sigh as my bottom lip trembles. I feel pathetic for just how impacted I am by his every word. I angrily hit the digital keys of my phone’s keyboard as I type my reply.

Me: really? 

Me: again??

Trev: don’t be like that

I’m not the most confrontational person. On any given day some might say I’m the furthest thing from confrontational. To put it rather plainly, I just don’t like it. I hate the way I get anxiety butterflies in my stomach. I hate absorbing the emotions of the other person, especially when rejection is involved. I hate what projections I’m opening myself up to receiving from the other person. There are too many pitfalls and not enough landing pads. Which is why it’s so out of character for me to press him on this.

Me: like what Trev?

This is the third time in a row Trevor has cancelled plans on me. I don’t know if he’s aware of that. I don’t even know what he’s been up to lately. He’s refused to tell me what he’s been doing instead, which didn’t raise my suspicions by any means until mom sent me an article. She knows about how my crush on Trevor has had roots in our childhoods. 

Trev: you know what I’m talking about

After I stopped playing hockey with my brothers, I was still always around to notice Trevor’s presence in our home. When I moved to California for college, I wanted to chase my music dreams but I didn’t realize it would come at the expense of my support system. Being long distance with my family put me in a hard spot, but having a familiar face to rely on made the adjustment easier. As we spent more time together independent of my brothers, Trevor and I became close friends. The problem was my crush has been growing ever since we became friends, hence why mom sent me an article called, “Did Dixie D’Amelio admit to dating Trevor Zegras?”.

Me: at least say it with your chest

Sent. Delivered. I wait. Trevor’s response bubble appears for a second. It disappears, then reappears, then disappears again. I’m about ready to toss my phone across the room when his message delivers.

Trev: call me

I groan out in frustration and this time actually end up chucking my phone onto my bed. I run my hands through my hair, along the warm expanse of my scalp. A self-soothing gesture by all means. I pace to one side of my room before using the momentum of my steps to start back towards my phone. Just as I have it in my hand, Trevor’s contact picture covers the screen and illuminates in my grasp. I scoff out a sort of half groan and then answer.

“What, Trevor?”

“Hey, Y/n I’m great. Thanks for asking! How are you?” He responds sardonically to my cold greeting. I bite my tongue, torn between tearing into him and the stronger desire to laugh through my rage. He takes my exhale as a cue to continue. “What’s going on, Hughesy?”

In a single moment, my anger dissolves. The tenderness of that nickname, which was once reserved solely for my brothers, now belongs to me. In this moment, I find myself thinking about how grateful I am that Trevor was there for me as I transitioned into college. But the looming threat of a smile quickly vanishes as I remember how that care is nullified by Trevor’s abundantly active dating life.

“Y/nnnn?” Trevor hums into the phone.

“What?” I respond dryly.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you cancelling on me for the third time in a row.”

“Is it really the third time in a row?” He asks under his breath, indicating he may not have intended to say it out loud at all. I roll my eyes, still actively fighting the urge to just lay into him.

“Yes, Trevor, it is!” I can practically hear him wince through the phone at the fact that I’m calling him Trevor instead of the default nickname permanently programmed into my phone. 

“Who’s that?” I hear softly over the phone. My heart flutters like a coal mine parakeet in a cage and I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry if it turns out Dixie is on the other side. Trevor whispers back,

“It’s Y/n.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Mason’s on the other end. 

“Not a good time,” Trevor tells him. Mason curses and then apologizes before retreating from Trevor’s general area. “Sorry, you were saying?” Trevor tells me at regular volume.

“You were cancelling on me again.”

“Oh. Right. I…” he switches the phone to the other ear, “I…don’t know what you want me to say.” Hello?! Could he be any more oblivious?!

“I want you to tell me what is going on!” I whine into the phone, “What is it you’re so busy with doing that you can’t see me for a week, huh? I get that you’re a professional athlete and you have a busy schedule. But I know your schedule and I know you still have a decent amount of free time. So what have you been doing?” Trevor breathes, in, then out and says,

“I’ve been seeing someone lately…” I feel my heart shatter into the tiniest fractals of what it once was and I cover my mouth to choke back the growing lump in my throat.

“I can’t do this right now,” I say with the utmost hurt lacing my voice, pulling the phone away from my ear to abruptly hang up on Trevor. I toss my phone on my bed once more, ignoring how the screen lights up with Trevor’s contact picture. It’s a new breed of psychological torture to sit here and ignore the calls, so I leave my phone in my bedroom as I go to splash cold water on my face. 

When I reenter my bedroom, I ignore the buzzing device to put on a comfortable pair of pajamas. He’s called once, twice, a fourth, and a fifth before finally giving up. Despite my phone being silent, I don’t trust it enough to take it with me and leave it to charge on my bed. I settle on the couch to open my new pint of Ben and Jerry’s, putting on my favorite show in the hopes of laughing through the pain. 

Somewhere between first and second episode, I had dozed off after returning the ice cream to the freezer. I’m not sure what it is about crying that knocks me on my ass like that, all I know is that it works. 

I’m abruptly pulled from my sleep when I hear the harsh banging on my front door. I jump up from the couch, the spike in adrenaline carrying me out of my sleepy haze. When I get to the front door, some of the tiredness catches up with me again and I groggily open the front door. Behind it stands Trevor, with sad puppy eyes and a sheepish expression. I can’t help the scowl that comes to rest on my face when I see him, but he doesn’t falter. Instead, he pushes past me to come into the apartment and sits on the couch expectantly. Since there’s no way to physically remove him from my space, I bargain, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, as far from Trevor as I can manage. He doesn’t let the cold gesture phase him, and scooches obliviously into the center of the couch.

“What’s going on Hughsey?” I scoff at the nickname and Trevor cringes in frustration. “What is this?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Why are you icing me out all of a sudden?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask, spiteful, with malice. 

“Clearly not since I’m here spending time with you.”

“Was that so hard for you to do? I mean, with your busy schedule and all?”

“What are you-” Trevor pauses for a split second. “Wait, are you… jealous? Y/n?”

I want to protest. I want to scream and rant and bite back, how he could be so conceited to think I’d be jealous of a relationship that I previously thought was rumored? But I can’t. 

Because he’s right.

I bite my tongue. There’s nothing else I can do. Not unless I want to make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.

“Oh my god, that’s totally it. You’re jealous.” Trevor says, complete with a laugh and a sigh. The shame of actually being jealous of a girl I’ve never met, the disappointment of finding out Trevor is dating someone, and the exhaustion from already having cried earlier comes collapsing down on me at once. Hot tears well on the lining of my lashes and I stare at the ground, afraid to draw attention to myself. Upon seeing me cry, Trevor’s smile immediately vanishes and he scoots closer once more.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” He envelops me in a hug that I’m too overwhelmed to reciprocate. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” 

I merely shake my head, unaware of what I could even say in this moment.

“I was… I was just laughing ‘cause I should’ve known.”

“Should’ve known what?”

“That you’d be jealous.” I wriggle out of the hug and look at Trevor sincerely.

“How would you have known?”

“You know, for as long as I can remember, your brothers have talked about you having a crush on me.” I cower in humiliation, my face glowing hotter than the surface of the sun.

“I wish they wouldn’t have.”

“No?” Trevor asks, genuinely.

“It’s embarrassing,” I confess, fully recoiling from the physical contact he had initiated before. 

“It’s cute.” Trevor earnestly admits as he takes my hand in his. I scoff instinctively but don’t pull my hand away again.

“I don’t need your pity, Trev.” I say so softly he nearly misses the sentiment. Once he processes my worlds, I feel him physically relax next to me at the sound of his familiar nickname.

“Well, what do you need? I’m here now.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I finally dare to meet his eyes. He’s looking at me so sweetly, earnestly. As if I hadn’t just chewed him out two minutes earlier. Then, I look away before I can say what I’m about to say next. “I don’t just like you.” Trevor’s face lifts ever so slightly. The extent of which, one might miss had they not known him a lifetime the way I have.

 “You know… the only reason I started seeing her was to get over you.”

“What?” I ask, sharply whipping my head to stare at Trevor, as if awaiting the reveal that this was just some elaborate prank from the start.

“Yeah. I started dating Dixie because I thought dating someone different would distract me. You know, it’s not a good look to have a crush on your best friend’s little sister.”

My heartrate picks up with his confession. This feels too good to be true. As if real life is waiting for us right outside the front door. The real life that doesn’t see me and Trevor together ever in our lifetimes. Terrified of the change that would occur from letting him walk away, I reach up and hold his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. Trevor wraps his hand around my wrist and kisses me back with twice as much fervor. 

We break apart, out of breath and full of smiles. Trevor looks at me for guidance and we fizzle into a nervous laughter. I reach up and brush my thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. He grabs my hand and turns his head, placing a sweet kiss on my palm. I then reach up and break the moment by ruffling my hand through his hair to mess it up.

“Hey!” He yells, grabbing waist to dig his hands into my sides. I screech with laughter as I try to escape. Trevor eventually yields and slips his hands from my sides to interlace with one another and pull me closer. I scoot in to sit against him, sitting half on top of him as our breathing falls in sync.

“I don’t just like you, too, Hughesy.” I smile.

“...You should probably call Dixie.”

“Oh shit.”

***

A/N: not my best work but not my worst either!

[saintobio]

hello, i don’t really have any theories other than hoping akemi is just there to apologize and maybe explain to yn about the cancer and why satoru was with her a lot😭 other than that i just wanted to say i think you’re an amazing writer and i always look forward to reading the fics you post. thank you for still trying to write these things for us even when you’re busy with life :) i appreciate you and i’m excited (terrified) to see how the next chapter for sy goes :)

thank you so much for reading my fics, that means a lot more than you know 🫶🏻 indeed, let’s hope that’s what akemi’s going for bcos things are gonna get real messy if not :’))

@coleisyn said

hi saint! Sorry this is not an ask but BUT BUT BUT IF SAINT CAN MAKE A HAPPY RNDING FOR THEIR REMEMBER FOREVER FIC ( a super cool kags fic) i know a happy ending for SY is possible ❗❗❗🙏🏻 (coping) THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FOOD YOU'VE BEEN FEEDING US SAINT!

have u been here since rf? omg it’s rare but i always wonder if anyone who’s known me since rf are still here lurking :’) but then again, i’m the same person who wrote wastelands and blank canvas, so those type of endings are not far-fetched either sdjsjs

@joemama-2 said

i think after reading the last chapter i might cry 🥹🥹 this fic has been thru so much and u even more but i’m so glad u stayed strong and resilient

honestly i’d probably cry when this series ends. i did go through so much writing it but aaaah at last the ending is near and the characters will finally be able to rest from all the drama!! thank you for supporting and reading every chapter despite the very slow updates though 🥹 i’m always very grateful to each and every one of u <3

@bibemiiu said

Hi Saint, I can't believe I caught your ask box open, I'm fangirling so hard rn. I just wanted to tell you how awesome you are and thank you for your work ❤️ Hope you take care of yourself and drink a lot of water, Kiss you💋

hii lovely, is it ur fist time sending an ask? 🥹 so sorry i keep closing it, but thanks very much for sending in ur message. i appreciate ur support !! and pls do take care as well <33

[peachesofteal]

You and Dead Disco were my introduction to ghoap x reader and now I’ve fallen in love with the dynamic. I’ve discovered so many amazing fan fiction and authors through this ship and have coped so hard through these stories. I can’t even explain how much it all means to me (without sounding like a nut job) and it’s largely thanks to you.

My heart breaks for the ending of Dead Disco but I know it’s time and I (will … eventually) accept it. I’m glad I got to read it, I’m glad I got to watch the story and their relationship grow and change. And even though I’ll miss darling and this version of Johnny and Simon and this relationship, I’m also excited for your other stories that you have now and the possibilities of the future.

Don’t mean to be dramatic but I feel like fanfiction is such a huge part of me life rn (as someone with no social life) and has carried me through so many difficult moments. Since Dead Disco and your other series are some of my absolute all time favs rn, I feel like I owe sm to you. Ugh I’m sorry this is overly emotional but I’m a sap. Thank you for everything ❤️

This was incredibly sweet and I’m honored to be a part of your life through these stories. It’s a joy for me to write and share them, and I’m always so happy to know they make a difference to someone or are enjoyed. Dead Disco was my first Ghoap x reader too and it really brought me to a new appreciation for fic, knowing I could write a character that others could relate to and understand.

You don’t sound like a nut job 🩵

[shiftersroom]

hi thala! 💞 so sorry if you don’t accept this kind of asks but i just feel like i need to vent and your vlog is always reassuring and comforting.

currently i’m in this situation where i just want to get out of this cr and permashift to my dr asap, but it seems like i can’t stop self sabotaging myself and i’m so so tired of it. last night i was crying my heart out because of how bad i felt about it. i’ve been practicing meditation so i can enter the void and even though it seems like i learned to keep my mind awake and body sleep i haven’t been able to get past that and it’s so frustrating. i know there’s tons of methods and also everyone says i don’t even need one but i idk why i have this idea that i need some method to detach from my cr really printed on my mind. for the self sabotaging part, i can’t help but have trust issues regarding myself and the community, sometimes it’s my intrusive thoughts making me doubt about shifting being real/posible and other’s successful experiences (saying it must have been a lucid dream or they are just making it up and i really HATE and feel guilty to discredit their experiences in that way 😭) and other times my belief in shifting is unwavering but i don’t feel capable of it. i'm not even the kind of person who has ever had any “closer attempts” or mini shifts and has been really hard for me to find what works best for me, meditation is by far what i’ve been trying the most but i’m just so impatient that sometimes i can’t help but feel that i’m going nowhere. my mind is really so stubborn when it comes to trying to change negative thoughts.

sorry for all of this, i don’t have shifting friends or someone i can share this stuff with. i don’t usually tend to feel this way but last night i just kinda collapsed, it crossed my mind that maybe i'm wasting my time and that i should just give up but i don’t want to, if this shii is real i need to experience it no matter what. i want to be with the ones i love and live the life i want. i don’t want to stay here any longer. i want to try loa along with shifting but then again, my intrusive thoughts say that i’ll be just gaslighting myself and all that.

i know no one else can fix these problems for me, but i’m so scared of failure or just being delusional for believing in all of this. sorry again for the long vent, i needed to get this off my chest. love you and your blog so much thala. if you don’t really want to accept this because honestly is like a long ass and probably demotivating ramble it’s totally okay, but thank you for taking the time if you do. hope you keep being happy and having success with everything you do. 😭🫶🏻

hello 💕 please feel free to vent, i don’t mind.

i completely understand your level of frustration, i badly want to permashift too and i have little breakdowns every few months once it catches up to me that nothing has fully worked yet.

the void can take a long time to perfect. i mean monks spend decades learning to meditate! why don’t you try something other than meditation? if you’ve given it a good go and it hasn’t worked, it’s probably not the method for you. i recommend a short break before trying a new method. rn i’m writing an affirmation 100 times a day. but honestly if that doesn’t work i’m straight up gonna lay there and visualize for 8 hours every night. i’m getting out of here no matter what.

try asking yourself what you think will work for you - sometimes we know the answer but we need to sit down and think about it. for example i keep doing affirmations, or short visualizations. but i feel what will make me shift is just laying there and telling myself to stfu and visualize until i’m there, even if it takes hours.

as for the self sabotage, i cope with that by watching my favorite creators and realizing that no one in their right mind would upload years of unpaid content that most people would ridicule us for, all for it to be a lie or joke. especially older shifters. and the other thing i like to do is remind myself that if i shifted and came back, no matter how ridiculous the experience was it’d still be real - so even if you don’t believe someone bc it sounds outlandish, it can still be real.

i’m also scared of being delusional but i simply cannot and will not remain here. there is no other option for me, so i’ll persist forever. the first time i shifted i had no idea id shift. that keeps me motivated, i could feel awful and still wake up in my dr tomorrow.

forever posting this reddit post by someone who shifted after 5 years, this was my fave comment of theirs:

and that motivates me even more - even if it’s fake i’m gonna make it real.

i also struggle with trying to change negative thoughts and my mindset, i’m in my mid 20s this stuff is harder to believe in at this age, and my mind has been tainted by years of bad experiences. but as hard as it is i’m forcing myself to get over it and try everything, bc i just need to shift once and all my bad experiences will be over.

i’m sorry if i gave you a big rant in return haha, but i hope this helps!! 💕 i’m so happy you like my blog and thanks for your sweet words 🥹

[barbatusart]

Hi!! Sorry if this is forward but I’m a queer gore comic artist that works in healthcare and did covid testing from 2020-2022 ish and its cool and weird to see someone with such a similar background.

I guess I don’t have a specific question but I wonder what your experience has been like. How you manage what can be an emotionally and physically challenging job with creating an immense body of comics. If you find any connection/inspiration from your job or if art and work are pretty separate.

Sorry- feel free not to respond I know thats pretty vague and personal. But glad to know you’re out there 🫡

love your work, and stay safe (I’m not even patient facing and covid just ripped through my department)

from colleague to colleague, glad you survived frontline work man 🍻 always a pleasure to meet someone else who was there & who also happens to love drawing bonkers stuff hahaha

i was working general urgent care for a number of years pre-pandemic (I Am Not A Doctor I Am Not An RN Disclaimer Disclaimer Disclaimer) & i took a lot of artistic inspiration from that job from both person to person bedside interaction & the overall kinds of wacko things that can happen to the body - lotta saline-hosing out lacerations & dodging projectile abscess drainage & the like. (we got a really bad mandolin hand one time & that was the one time i nearly had to tap out 😬) it was a really fun job & helped hammer in for me that sense of like, finding the fine line between caring too much (and becoming so personally invested and distraught that you can’t do your job effectively & risk alcoholism or whathaveyou at home) and caring too little (and becoming so hard-hearted that you forget patients are human beings who are afraid). i think finding that midpoint strengthened me as both medical staff & as an artist and writer.

i did not cope with COVID frontline well because it cut me off from humanity. i liked my old job because even if people came with serious stuff going on, they were coming to us and we could Help - and testing was not Helping anymore, it was an understaffed meat grinder. it was testing pointlessly on people who were going to be dead in 24-48h. i wound up throwing myself into a massive 1400 page comic project (SORTIE) just to distract from the reality of the situation & wound up burning out bigtime in a way im still trying to muddle through.

i tried doing an autobio comic about the COVID frontline experience (antigen* located over here if you’d like to read) but i couldn’t even get through it & it kind of falls flat in conveying what i was trying to convey. i may try again on that in another few years, but we’ll see

[its-been-rose]

I’m like spoiling my long fic rn but like

(Sorry headcanons inbound)

I imagine Marie to be largely disillusioned about the religion she was raised in and not really believing in anything especially after George died, and she’s finding it hard to cope with George’s death and stuff

And Jason is like “well yknow at least he’s in a better place” and obviously Marie is like “I’m happy for you that you can let yourself believe that he isn’t gone gone but I can’t” and Jason is like “okay well for your sake let’s just do a little exercise. Let’s say heaven was real, right? And heaven is like paradise for everyone. What do you think George’s heaven looks like? What’s he up to?”

And they come up with a bunch of stuff they think he’d be doing and it ends up making her feel better just to imagine George his happy self again and not the terrified kid he was in his final moments

[stateswscarlet]

hey scarlet!! i’m so sorry if you’ve answered this before, but i know you’ve mentioned manifesting a better relationship with your parents, which i’m also in the market for rn lol. i was just wondering if you have any advice for dealing with someone acting unfavorably in the 3d while simultaneously seeing them the way you want in the 4d?? i’m having a hard time with this specifically bc im home from college for the summer and interact with my parents constantly, and it feels hard to be fulfilled internally when they’re still always really negative irl 😭

you dont have to maintain being fulfilled when theyre being negative in your face, ifs ok to be upset at all! i would suggest to try fulfilling yourself/enter the state when you have some downtime (maybe at night/in the morning, etc) and let it be the other times. i understand how frustrating it feels when ur family is being negative bc it affects you so much. smth else that helped me which is a little bit 3D oriented (but i used as a self soothing/coping thing) was to not take things personally that they say bc they had a bad day/frustrated at work/any other reason that doesnt have to do with you. this can help you with not reacting constantly to the 3D and returning back to your truth (having the ideal relationship with them)

[pollenallergie]

OKAY OKAY i’m horny and sad so i cope by building onto your sahd billy thoughts. when he first found out that you’re finally pregnant, being a dad was all he could think about. it reminded him of his own childhood, and you watched that despite the joy he was facing, his anxiety was a crushing force. so in your third trimester after you’ve gotten your maternity leave in order, you sit down and clasp your hands over billy’s before making a proposition. during the initial 8 weeks of maternity leave your job has granted you, he can resolve any of his carpentry jobs that he hasn’t finished before the arrival of the baby. however, once you return to work, would he consider staying home with the baby for your peace of mind? both of you know it’s as much about him as it is you, but he jumps at the chance. when you welcome your gorgeous daughter into the world, he cries harder knowing that he’ll be the one to help her grow. he’s nervous around her at first, but he has such strong parental instincts that even if he fumbles with tasks, he usually knows how to sooth the baby. he spends his days with her reading books and going out for walks in a sling that was definitely designed for women. he’s so diligent about making sure she never spends more than 15 minutes in a dirty diaper, and is the only one besides you who can quiet her when she gets gassy. seeing the parental instincts in billy make you wildly horny, and you bet your ass that if the baby is with grandparents or has gone to sleep that you’re giving billy sloppy head and letting him pull your panties to the side and fuck you deep and hard in a combo of desperation and the need for speed. no medication he’s ever taken compares to seeing you come in the door with groceries after work and beelining to him to kiss your two favorite people. i have more thoughts about when the next kids come along and pregnancy, but i’m exhausted so just expect more soon!!-🍊

snskenjdndkdkfkfj i apologize in advance for the lackluster response but!!! ik that you recently sent in another ask and like i’m very stoked about you being back!! you were very much missed!! so i wanted to like respond to this ask as a thank you!!! and also i will absolutely try to have a response ready for your most recent ask by the end of the year!! its just that like… school b kicking my ass rn! but after finals, i should have more than enough time to read it and obsess over it and reply to it in the most feral, unhinged way possible 💖💖💖

love youuuu

also yes!! to all of this!!!! he’s soooo diligent about making sure his darling baby girl is properly taken care of, so much so that he is absolutely the kinda dad who is super reluctant to let your (drunk) relatives hold her at family gatherings. like if uncle jim has had more than two beers, i’m sorry, but billy is not letting him hold his beautiful, fragile, delicate baby girl. absolutely not. no way. at times he’s maybe a bit overprotective, but it’s only because he values the safety and happiness of his family above all else. he’ll do anything and everything to make sure the love of his life, his lifelong partner, the owner of one half of his heart and his beautiful baby, his darling girl, his little angel, the owner of the other half of his heart, are both safe and happy and loved and content, just as you would do for him and for your daughter. you’re two of the most doting, most nervous parents in the world, but it’s hard not to be when the very product of your love is so damn adorable and also, unfortunately, still damn tiny and so damn fragile. but, let’s be honest, even when your beautiful girl is no longer quite so small and helpless and so easily put in danger (she could be dropped, she could be shaken, she could choke!! oh my god there’s so many things to worry about!!!), you’ll still fret over her endlessly. of course, as she grows older and more independent, you’ll both give her the space she needs to mature and find herself, but you’ll never really stop worrying about her and you’ll never really stop trying to dote on her and to care for her. you’ll absolutely be the parents who visit her while she’s away at school and bring just sooo much food with you and, oh gosh, if billy notices that her and her roommates don’t have gloves, he’s gonna immediately knit them all a pair because “it’ll be winter soon! you two could get frostbite! you need gloves!” as she gets older this sort of fretting will begin to annoy her, and when she’s a teen it’ll absolute infuriate her at times, but eventually she’ll grow to appreciate it, and, when she’s your age, with a baby of her own, she’ll look back on all those years of ceaseless doting and fretting and fussing fondly. of course, even when she has a baby of her own, blessing you and billy with your first grandbaby, you’ll still continue to dote on her and to fret over her, even as you dote on and fret over your new grandbaby too. you and billy will probably be the kind of parents who show up to the hospital while she’s in labor with huge care-packages for her and the new baby and your son-in-law, making sure all of your loves are properly taken care of. and billy’ll definitely cry when he hold his grandchild for the first time, just as he did when he held his daughter for the first time, just as he did when he held each of her siblings for the first time. <3

[taones]

hii! sorry, was just wondering if i could request head canons/scenarios of how suna, tendou, and sakusa would comfort their s/o who’s been feeling down and avoiding others because they feel like a burden (i’m just rlly going through it rn 🥲)

Comforting You - S.R + T.S

sorry that you're having such a hard time sweetpea! I'm going to leave Sakusa out these purely bc it's been ages since I've watched his scenes ●~● not edited bc I can't be bothered

warnings - hurt/comfort, nothing not mentioned in the request ●³●

Suna

I honestly thing he wouldn't have a clue what to do at the beginning of your relationship

depending on how long you had been dating, I think he would eventually get the hang of it

but even then, he definitely prefers to comfort you quietly, more of an observe and act rather than an act straight away

however - I think this is extremely comforting when you're crying

Sunarin can really be the softest, warmest person to snuggle up to and when he snuggles he goes hard

brings your double duvet into the living room, wraps you in it like a burrito and holds you in his arms for as long as you need

absolutely more of a listener than an advice giver but will murmur comforting words into your hairline while you're snuggled on him

especially if you open up to him about feeling like you're a burden

he gets this little knitted brow-frowny face and sits up so he's facing you, holds your hands in his and says, in the most sincere voice you've ever heard from him that you could never be a burden and never will be

and that you're the only person he can even stand to be around for that long amount of time, you're so important to him and he would look so stricken then you even think that about yourself PLSSS

late night drives are his thing, especially if you just need to scream out some lyrics of the songs you like to feel better

will take you to get whatever junk food you want and sit with you all night until he sees a smile on your face again

Tendou

oh please he is the king of comfort, he knows exactly how you're feeling without you ever having to say a word- he's just that in tune with your emotions

plus he's very experienced in feeling unwelcomed or like a burden to people, that's something he's worked through by himself and he's not going to let you be without a support system during this time

Satori is ON it immediately, has the best coping mechanisms and little self worth affirmations to tech you

but he knows, as much as those work, the best thing you need in that moment is comfort and reassurance

he obviously tries to spend some quality time with you, have some skincare/self care ngihts with you

but he also has a serious sit down talk with you about how you're feeling and how he can help

even if you're not overly sure how he can help - this will at least give him some insight so he can take a guess

so so so reassuring about what you mean to him and how much he loves being around you - you could never be a burden to him or anyone else because you simply make people around you so happy

starts leaving little post-it notes around the house in places he knows you'll see them

packing them in your lunch every day so you never forget how much you mean to him

ahh again, sorry I didn't include Sakusa, it's been ages since I've rewatched haikyuu so I don't think I could do his characterisation any justice, I'll put it on the back-burner for now and get to it as soon as I can <3 loves ya

reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi sanaaa

here’s some advice for that cunt that said that to u cus the way she’s acting all innocent is so crazy. i’ve had a similar experience so this is me talking from my (obviously biased) point of view.

unfortunately theres really nothing you can do about it, i know it’s hard to hear people telling you how it’s your fault for how you talked too much (or whatever your case is) because when you really look at it, who the hell is crazy enough to get so pressed over such a stupid thing. trust me, apologizing will probably not help. i apologized to this girl through email (since she blocked my number) and the only response i got was “lol”. i know it’s hard not to think about her and miss her, i thought about my ex friend for nearly a year after it happened. it’s hard knowing you cared about them more than they cared about you since they so easily treated you like shit but keep in mind that if they act like this they are never worth your time. in my situation, i cried a lot and felt guilty for still crying over this that had happened so long ago but i saw a quote that strangely made me feel better. it said “if you still cry about it, then it still matters” so please just remember that if you ever feel that way. sadly, there is probably a deeper reason to why your “friend” treated you this way and you will probably never know. i know how badly you might wish for her to say sorry since she has caused you so much pain but the truth is she will probably never change. but this is all something you will look back at in the past and be glad you stopped being friends with her. ily sana please don’t feel like you have to hurt yourself or anything else to cope with this thing you didn’t deserve <333 sorry if this is too long

mhm, you’re so right…and i’m so sorry that this has happened to you too :( even you’re so sweet and you don’t deserve it either…i guess you’re right cause this is what i sent her a tiny message saying that she’s a cunt for this and that she’ll regret it shdkkendjej 😭😭😭

but either way thank you so much for looking out for me, dear ;3 why did we stop messaging again??? lol imma message you rn hahaha

[pumpkinsy0]

Ahaha guess who isn’t coping well rn? Me!

Context: today my period came and now I feel all nauseous and sad. But I solider on and went to do some shopping for some food. Issue? my dad also had like a bad day cause of his meeting. So when he found out I didn’t get his like alcohol he got mad. Not like SUPER mad more like passive aggressive mad??

I feel TERRIBLE because I made his day worse. But I’m also just sad right now. I love my dad so much but I feel like sometimes he just CAN’T be there for me. I can’t always ask for loving because he’ll think I’m being weird or needy. Or when I have a bad day, he’s also having a bad day. So I need to suck it up and act fine cause HE needs to let his feelings out. And I just- I just want my dad. I want him to hug him, I want to not have to earn his love, I just— I want him to stop being angry.

SORRY!! I’m venting majorly hard rn and that’s silly and stupid. But I was hoping you could do HC’s of this for one of the Curtis Gang Members. Maybe how that character would handle this. Maybe they’ll have better luck then me.

hey anon!!! im sorry to hear what ur goin through, u dont deserve it, so dont beat urself up!!! ur living ur own life and u shouldnt feel ashamed that u couldnt help someone else live theirs, plus bad day or not, no matter what it doesnt give someone the right to treat u poorly, its not ur fault!!! not even in the slightest!!!! ur sick on too of that, if ur dad cant show some compassion for that, hes the problem

BUT ITS OK!! its not silly or stupid, ur perfectly fine!!!

w all that said letsssss go w fem two bit w her dad here!! (yes this is genderswapped, but lets just say for this sake, twos dad and mom r the same and didnt swap genders)

•two loves her dad, which she knows is pretty odd considering hes one of the biggest con man she knows and even cons her sometimes but she just cannot help it no matter how many times shes mad at him

•two constantly feels like she needs to prove herself to him in order to get him to say “atta girl”, and in a twisted way, she really does but not really???

•two dad doesnt love her completely, but he does love her to a certain extent, he mostly loves what he can do FOR him and to a smaller extent loves her for her, thats guaranteed

•ANYWAYS, two’s sick and her dad got back home from this one con he tried doing that absolutely fucking busted, he got home and he was already annoyed, anything could set him off

•now he had this other thing planned, what was it??? till this day two doesnt know, BUT he told her to steal something for him, only problem is, she didnt get the right one, and she thought he would at least commend her for getting it, bc it was no easy feat, but she showed it to him, and he didnt go off on her, but she did see a look of disappointment and anger before he up and left to go to the couch, which made her feel worse

•for a good while, when he saw her around the house, he would make a comment about something she did, and it got to a point where two just couldnt take it and locked herself in her room till her mom came home late at night from work, just to avoid seeing him

•two mom HATES them hanging out the way they do and can always tell when something happened so when she sees twos dad at the table drinking and grumbling and twos door locked, she knows whats up and tries comforting two but it doesnt work, twos just beating herself up, so twos mom goes to her dad

•all two heard was yelling, it wasnt for long, maybe for 10 mins, but she ended up going to sleep to escape, she was just tired, hungry, and thirsty

•next day, he dad took her out, but it was so weird, bc its one of the only times hes seen him be hesitant near her, well with anyone really

•he drove her around town for a bit trying to make conversation, but failing miserably, and two knew he was trying to apologize, horrendously and in his own way, but he was trying, and to her that felt like enough, felt like a lot actually