#That's such an interesting concept OMGG !!

[whityoungangstblog]

I know we’re all expecting a Whit breakdown at some point (most likely if Charles dies) but I think it’d be so much more interesting if instead of the usual sad crying breakdown he just becomes absolutely manic in an attempt to repress all his “bad” emotions. Just imagine the rest of the cast having to deal with that energy in the middle of a class trial.

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[the-sun-and-the-sea]

Odesta Week Day 5: Finnick Lives Friday

Wade Odair is twelve years old, and this is what he knows. 

He knows that his mother sometimes wakes up with a scream stuck in her throat, chest heaving from a threat that only exists in her mind now. He knows that his father stares at him when he’s not looking, memorizing every detail of his face. He knows that every year on what would have been Reaping Day, Aunt Johanna visits them from District Seven and she and his parents drink and talk and throw plates at the wall until they fall asleep. 

He knows all of that, but that doesn’t mean he’s prepared when his teacher starts telling them about the Hunger Games. 

“Wade?”

Wade startles a little. He’s in his bedroom, slouching on the edge of his bed. His backpack from school lies haphazardly on the floor where he left it. He meant to start working on his homework, but his mind has latched onto this one thing and won’t let it go. 

His dad lingers in the doorway. “You okay? Did something happen at school?”

He shrugs. The thing about his dad is that he always seems to know when Wade’s got something on his mind. If telepathy was real, his dad would have it. There’s no point in lying, because it wouldn’t work even if Wade wanted it to. “We started a new unit in school. The Hunger Games.”

Something flickers across his dad’s face. Gently, he joins Wade on the bed. “Ah. How did it go?”

“We’ve only watched reapings so far,” says Wade. “I saw you and Mom. You looked…really young.”

That had been the most jarring part of it all. Obviously Wade knows his parents were young once, but seeing the fourteen-year-old version of his dad climb up to that stage felt surreal. He’s never thought of his dad as young before. Just last week, his parents were laughing into the bathroom mirror, trying to see who had more gray hair. It’s not a bad thing—his parents have always celebrated aging. 

Wade is beginning to understand why. 

His dad huffs a soft laugh. “Yeah. Well, I was. We all were.”

“We only watched the reapings from Four,” Wade explains. His hands are mindlessly fiddling with a loose thread on his blanket. It helps clear his head. “I don’t know. It was just weird.”

“You don’t have to watch any more if you don’t want to,” his dad says. “I could call the school and ask them to exempt you. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

He shakes his head. The offer sits like a reassuring warmth in his chest, but it’s not one he intends to use. “I want to watch. If I’m old enough to be reaped, I’m old enough to know about it.”

“It’s your decision,” says his dad, whose eyes have gone misty. “Is something else bothering you?”

He really can’t get anything past Dad. “Did Mom really volunteer for it?”

Wade knows the answer to the question, technically. He saw the video of his mother raising her hand and confidently shouting those two words, voice crystal clear and unflinching. What he’s really asking is why. His mom certainly isn’t a fan of the Hunger Games now. And based on everything he’s heard—which isn’t much—nobody wanted to participate. 

District Four was one of the first districts to join the rebellion, which has been a point of pride for as long as Wade can remember. And yet as they watched the footage of every reaping, five out of the nine victors were volunteers. Including his mom. 

“Things were different then,” says his dad softly. “I know we look back on the Games now and see them for what they were, but when you’re in the middle of it…well, it’s normal to you. For a long time, we didn’t even know that they could be ended.”

There’s still something bothering him. “That doesn’t mean you liked them, right?”

His dad shrugs and rests a hand on Wade’s shoulder. “It was never about enjoyment for us. It was always about protecting the children of our district. Doing the best we could with what we were given. Your mom volunteered because she thought it was the right thing to do. And she saved a girl’s life that day.”

Wade sighs. Call him immature, but he always thought the Hunger Games were pretty cut and dry. Unequivocally evil. And maybe they still are, but obviously his parents’ part in the Hunger Games was not as unwilling as he thought. 

“I guess I just don’t get it,” he mutters, dejected. He’s twelve years old now. That should be enough to understand at least the basics of what his parents went through. 

“Hey,” says his dad, soft and comforting. “You don’t have to get it. I’m glad you don’t. Watching you and your siblings grow up without the Games is the biggest privilege of my life.”

His heart lifts a little. “Really? I thought it was beating Mom in the gray hair competition.”

His dad laughs. “Your mom is a whole year younger than me. She’ll catch up.”

Wade isn’t sure how long they sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company. It’s something he notices his parents do a lot, especially his dad. In the quiet moments after dinner, they’ll do the dishes together. Sometimes they talk, but sometimes they don’t—it’s just about the company. Wade usually finds it hard to be so quiet, but maybe if he spent ten years as a victor, he’d want some peace too. 

“Will you tell me about it?” Wade ventures cautiously after a while. “The arena? I want to be prepared for when we watch it.”

“Let me talk to your mom, and we’ll see,” says his dad. “There are some parts of the story that you’re not ready to hear yet, even though you’re twelve. But I’m proud of you for being so brave about this.”

It’s nothing compared to what his parents had to deal with. Wade leans into his dad’s chest. “Thanks, Dad.”

[nightcolorz]

Concept: The Tallamasca tries to recruit Daniel back in the 80's, Armand lets it happen because he wants to see what his boy would do

Daniel then proceeds to yell at several Tallamasca agents that they clearly don't know shit about vampires and they just nod and take out notebooks because yes, that's why we want you Mr Molloy, you have more practical experience than any of us

Daniel laughs when they start to ask questions about Armand specifically and he decides to have fun by telling them completely true but completely irrelevant shit about Armand (and maybe some about Louis too, they look surprised that he has met Louis and survived)

The Vampire Armand has great calligraphy, beautiful but still legible

The Vampire Armand drolls on his sleep

The Vampire Armand is a big fan of nail polish

The Vampire Armand's favourite art movement is Dadaism

The Vampire Armand prefers motorbikes to cars

The Vampire Louis loves photography

The Vampire Louis hates it when people dog ear a page on a book to mark where they were at

Daniel intended all this little nonsense fun facts would annoy the agents but to his dismay they keep taking notes and acting as if they are getting some big revelations to update their files with, he gets frustrated and leaves

Armand finds this all very amusing, once again his beloved boy has surpassed his expectations and surprised him, he should reward him with some blood and a nice outing, perhaps a new golden watch for his collection too

Meanwhile the Tallamasca agents are marking Daniel down as a person of interest and plan to follow his whereabouts for the rest of his life, they thought Daniel was some pet/slave for the Vampire Armand who they thought to be around 200 years old and were offering their protecting in exchange of information, their chat with Daniel has revealed that Armand is actually

closer to 500

A lot more powerful than they thought

Capable of blending in with humans to a concerning point

More interested and aware of human affairs than other immortals (again very concerning)

Marius de Romanus creation (they are very excited about this new piece of information)

Allows Daniel an insane amount of freedom but also feels comfortable enough around him to allow himself vulnerabilities such as falling asleep around the human (they update Daniel's file and mark him as a human paramour and possible future vampire, they make a point not to tell this to Daniel)

They also learn that yes, vampires have human-like relationships with each other, this seems obvious to Daniel but it's a very contested fact in the organisation, with defenders and detractors all giving big speeches and presentations defending their opinion on the matter pretty regularly

It was NOT Daniel's intention to reveal any of this, the majority he thought they knew

Daniel: Louis Du Lac is a snob, put a trashy magazine in front of him and he'll literally turn up his nose

The agent, writing it all down: You know more than one vampire? And have talked to them as if they were people and not creatures of the night? And you know them intimately enough to know their opinions on things such as this?

Daniel: wait no, that was supposed to be a useless piece of information

The agent, vibrating with excitement: what else do you know

Daniel, feeling lost and needing a cigarette: Armand likes Blade Runner

The agent: fascinating

Daniel: no, you are supposed to think this is irrelevant

Agent: tell me more about The Vampire Armand's opinions on pop culture

OMGG LOL this is so funny im dying. the concept of Daniel trying to be intentionally unhelpful out of spite and actually being incredibly helpful in the process is soooo peak comedy and in character i love it.

I think any talamasca member would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on extremely mundane vampire fun facts. Their jobs r canonically the useless collecting and maintaining of information on supernatural creatures that they will use for nothing and just like to have for the wow factor and so I feel like they wouldn’t care about the difference between valuable facts and invaluable facts. Armand is capable of exploding ppls internal organs from the inside and Armand has a hyper fixation on mobile apps r both equally valuable bits of lore considering what they plan to do with it (create a profile of his character and store it in a vampire library). So Daniel saying smth like “Louis is insecure about being a bad artist” or ��Armand cries during sex” would be like a goldmine for them 💀

[kairiscorner]

OMGG HII THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING A REQUEST I’M SO EXCITEDD

my idea isn’t good I’m sorry, it’s just so cliche

soo I had this idea where Miles 1610 and the reader are assigned as partners in some homework from the school (all of it can be in between itsv and atsv) and they just act like, you know, awkward teenagers. Reader is shy (and the fact that they have a little crush on Miles doesn’t really help the situation) but then the reader needed to take out some books of their backpack and Miles sees that they have an sketchbook and he’s “Oh you like to draw?” And reader is like “it’s probably the only thing I like to do😭” and then just have a cute conversation

sorry all the grammar mistakes, thanks for reading😭😭😭

OH HELLO ANON !! AWW, THAT'S SO SWEET ⁉️ you sound like such a dear, i'd love to do your req !! i hope you like this !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

shared hobbies. – miles 1610 x artist!reader

"morales, and..." your teacher was dictating the names of the partners assigned for a joint art project, and they turned their gaze to you, speaking out your name, finalizing the partnership between you and... him, miles morales. this would've been amazing news to you, because you were extremely familiar with this kid, mainly because of how cute his artworks were and how emotionally impactful his graffiti was.

you felt a shiver travel up your spine and caused you to sit up straight and look up from your sketchbook for the first time in a while. as the teacher dismissed everyone to find their partner to talk about their project, you froze the second you heard his sweet, languid voice and saw his big, pretty chestnut eyes looking into yours. "hey, partner." he told you with a grin as you smiled widely like a dork and nodded, extending your hand out to him for a handshake, initially, but then reverting to a high five, then choosing to just give him a fist bump when he held his palm out for a high five.

'why are you so indecisive?!'

"u-um, yeah, yeah, i..." you stuttered, moving your arms and hands away from your sketchbook–exposing your doodles, sketches, drawings, and concepts out into the world–after taking out several books to find the references you both needed for the project. it fluttered open when it hit the ground, and it remained on a page of a sketch you weren't very proud of. miles' eyes drifted from your face to your sketchbook, and his smile only got wider when he noted how creative you were. he looked away, though, when you realized he was staring; you were soon shielding your works that you promised would never see the light of day by anybody else, grabbing it and closing it shut immediately. miles chuckled and looked back at your now wide open eyes. "they look really pretty, sorry i stared, that was rude, um... i didn't realize you liked art, too." he said with an awkward yet excited laugh that made you laugh, too, out of embarrassment and intrigue.

"yeah, i, um... i don't really use just one technique, i... i use all kinds of materials, art styles, ah, it... might be easier if i just show you. th-this is all i do, really," you blurt out as you shyly flip through some pages of your sketchbook, all your designs and ideas just poured out onto every page; with nothing but pure soulful, emotional, and loving interest for the world, people, and life itself out on every once blank spot on the pages of your sketchbook. "i... can't really see myself doing anything but just picturing out like, how the world would look like in a different lens, how people would like to me, how the sky, sea, land and–" and then you realized, you were rambling.

miles listened to you eagerly as his eyes and heart took in every wonderful bit of the art you made; the unconventional aspects of your self-expression just made him even more interested in you, and grateful that, with the way things turned out, he might be able to get to know you more as not just your partner, class or schoolmate–but as a new friend; a friend that you... happen to like as more than just a friend.

"listen, you are so creative, it's inspiring me right now to think of some doodle and graffiti concepts that've been simmering in my head for a while–whaddya say to maybe having a drawing session with me at my dorm and just think of how to do this project with something more eye-catching, y'know? sorry, my dorm mate ganke might be there, though, but we can chill, too, if you want!" he offered with a smile as you blurted out in the heat of the moment: "i'd love to!" "w-well, that's sone enthusiasm... great! i-i'll see you around... 6?" he stuttered out all flustered, not expecting you to say yes, let alone immediately.

you nodded and smiled gently at him, causing him to smile back at you and stammer a lot more. 'wow, they're... really pretty when they're smiling, how come i just noticed this now?" he thought to himself as you got a little self-conscious from his involuntary staring and smiling at you, hiding from behind your sketchbook with wide eyes that stared back at him. miles realized he was staring and apologized, but you apologized for your staring, and you both got into this back and forth apology game that ended up with zero progress being done on your project, and a hundred and ten percent of progress on getting to know each other. it was gonna be the start of something, something really, really lovely between you two.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless

[dirty-little-mind33]

Being in a poly relationship with Colt and Tom has been interesting. Colt thinks Tom is pretty but arrogant and Tom thinks Colt is handsome but unappreciative. You are the glue that holds them together, showing them both the best versions of each other. Tom's being an asshole and talking shit about Colt? Well, there are better uses for his pretty mouth, right? Colt's ignoring Tom, leaving him feeling insecure? Body worship fixes that right up! And when it comes to you? Oh, you won't be leaving the bed any time soon. -🍒 anon

OMGG THIS! i have to finish the second part of I DID SOMETHING BAD on @pretty-little-mind33 which explores exactly this concept soon!!!!! it's gonna be smutty and fluffy and filthy!

reader is definitely the glue because both boys ADORE her! like ahhh i don't wanna spoil the second part but Tom has a lesson to learn 😏 iykyk 🤭

oh and Colt ignoring Tom WOULD make him so insecure about himself 😭 he'll need extra love after that he's just a little guy…

[bitch-butter]

For the writing meme perhaps a POV!

Per your latest insight on writing web it’d be interesting to see some scenes from any of your series from his pov!

But joe from pretty on the inside would also be a beast from what you’ve shared!

omgg I'll leave the trainwreck!joe pov for a minute and turn to a favorite moment of mine from rivers part five aka beat a slow dance. this happens towards the end of chapter two, and is a scene that lowkey is a very important scene because it's the first time they both really want to tell the other that they love them but realize that they don't actually need to. I loved writing it the first time, I hope this is interesting ~

(there's another scene from this fic that's going to get a reimagining but that one might take an extra minute lol)

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

The night raced through his veins like charging horses, like poisonous sugar making his heart thud in his chest and his body feel hollow and brittle against it. He lay with his eyes shut, but knew sleep wouldn't truly come for hours no matter how Joe demanded he find it. It was just too much, far, far too much as he pictured all of their faces behind his eyes: mother, father, the priest, father, the priest, Philip.

Sighing through his nose, he turned his face into Joe's thigh, doing his best to go empty.

For a while he succeeded, and he found himself dreaming softly in Joe's voice, each sharply refracted image touching his mind softly the way the other man's hands would lay upon him, run through his hair. Nobody had ever been as kind to him. Nobody had ever been as beautiful. He saw Philp again, even as his face was not Philip's, as though from across a crowded room and he regarded him with a peaceful feeling in his heart, as though a dove had landed on the sensation. Smiling, he turned his attention back to Joe - beside him the dream as surely as he was in life - and put his face to the other man's neck.

The dream melted away against him easily, and it was like waking up in a rosebud with no traces of sleep deprivation, no lingering sense of doom. He cracked his eyes open gently with no concept of the hour, face feeling grimy and drawn as his blurred sight landed on Joe's silhouette against the honey light of the lamp, the book still balanced in his hand.

He must have read on after David fell asleep, and he found his heart going soft and warm at the fact.

"What did you think?” he asked, his voice barely a figment. Even still, it drew Joe's eyes down to him, and in this light they were practically black, onyx, precious and dark.

Joe huffed a laugh through his nose. “You’re supposed to be sleeping," he chided, and David fought not to preen at the other man's attention even if it came laced with concern. He was weak for anything Joe would give him.

“I slept,” he said easily, practically a sigh as he rolled onto his back. “Did you like it?”

He knows Joe only barely tolerates his questioning about what he reads, and he does do his best to temper it. Joe can be on guard against ghosts at times, still somehow afraid David is setting him up fore some elaborate joke, and it makes him cagey when asked too many questions. David knows the best way to soothe him is to simply allow him to Be, but then that's never exactly been his strongest skill.

They have such things in common. It's why they work.

Joe closed the book with a gentle sound, setting it aside carefully. “I don’t know,” he said with faux nonchalance, his hands finding David's hair. “I liked her, I think," he said cautiously, running his fingers from David's forehead to the space between his eyes, a simple, soothing gesture that David guessed was more for himself. "But I don’t know if I liked it.”

Humming, David relished in the touch nevertheless, eyes closing against the simple pleasure it brought to him, blood going slow as caterpillars in his veins. “Do you think she dies?”

“I think so.”

“I don’t know,” David replied, unable to deny just how deeply he enjoyed the moments when Joe let him talk about books, about what things meant. “Whenever I read something with an open ending like that I think of why they left it open in the first place.”

“Why do you think?”

Thinking, he blinked slowly up towards Joe. “Why give us the option to hope she lives if she dies in the end?" he asked, voice soft in the quiet of the night, in the gently rush that Joe's hands gave him. "If the story is all about how she’ll never be free in life then why not let her die, why even try to keep her alive?”

Joe frowned down at him, brow furrowed, and David knew he was worried for him. He wished he could tell him that there was nothing to worry about, but it wouldn't have been the truth. Nothing made him want to vanish from the earth like being in his parents house.

“Dark way of looking at it, buddy,” he said, like a hand outstretched. “People like hoping for something, maybe it isn’t actually as open as you say it is.”

“You think Chopin wrote it that way?”

Head tilting, Joe ran his fingers through David's hair once more, and he found his heart and eyes fluttering at once at the touch. “I think she could have lived,” he said, and his smile was a delicate thing, something David was afraid of breaking. “I think she probably died, but who's to say she doesn’t live?”

He was so wise. So good. He was the greatest person David had ever met, and he allowed him so much. Permitted him to be so much. “I think that’s right,” he said softly, eyes drifting back and towards Joe with an opaque clarity.

Joe looked uncertain, his smile wobbling, and David couldn't tell whether he was internalizing David's approval or his own pleasure at it more. “You think?”

God, but he was so dear. So...just so. His grandmother had been right, there were moments when he looked at Joe and words escaped him, when even the deepest parts of himself went still and silent like a forest in winter. There could be no way he could ever adequately express just how much he...

“I love your voice,” he said, finding the sentiment as close as he'd come to just saying the words themselves in many years. “I love it when you read to me,” he added, mouth quivering around the word as though it would sprout wings, fly around the room and refuse to be pulled back into his heart.

Joe had no business looking as surprised as he did. “You do?” he asked, voice stretched with incredulity.

Swallowing, David felt himself nod. “It makes me feel safe,” he admitted, wanting to tell Joe everything he'd ever felt laying in this bed in the long, lonely nights when he was convinced his life would be worth nothing. How even in his wildest dreams he couldn't have created Joe, wouldn't have allowed himself the hope, the courage to dream of someone of his enormity.

“You’re always safe with me,” Joe replied, smoothing his hand over David's hair, easy and sure like he had known just what David was going to say.

He broke somewhere deep inside. “Thank you,” he managed, muscles feeling weak at simply laying there and letting himself be looked at, touched with gentleness.

“For what?”

How could he say? But he must say it, otherwise what if Joe never quite knows?

“For taking such good care of me,” he said faintly.

Joe laughed at him with closed lips, shaking his head and giving David a pitying look. “You’re out of your mind, kid," he said on the edge of a breath, the way he always acted as though being kind was just something people did instead of something eternal, something almost otherworldly and deserving of celebration.

“I mean it, Joe,” he insisted, frowning up at him, unwilling to let Joe escape his gratitude. “I can think of ten guys who would have given up on me.”

Scoffing, Joe bent sharply down from his lean against the headboard to press a dry kiss against his forehead, which scrunched up in response. “Well, I can think of a hundred who would have given up on me,” he countered, his fringe hanging to tickle the point of David’s nose, making it wrinkle as he smiled back up towards him. “We made it through, that’s what matters.”

They made it through. How simple and yet how deep could something be?

He couldn't believe that his life was his life. Couldn't believe that Joe was his and he was Joe's, that whatever it was they had between them was worth bravery, worthy of living. He had wanted this so badly as a child, yearned desperately for love and understanding and kindness and had long disavowed that these things could ever truly be his.

But Joe had given it all to him without asking. David owed him the debt of his heart.

He suddenly, urgently, wanted to say the words.

“Can I say something?” he asks, slow and intentional.

For a moment Joe looked down on him with knowing eyes, as though he could see through to David's brain and see the way his synapses fired, the shape the words were taking before his mouth even tried to make them.

“Don’t," he said simply, mouth soft and smiling, and David huffed in dismay.

“Let me say it,” he insisted.

“Don’t,” Joe rebuked, soft and easy as he petted him.

Rolling his eyes, David did his best to not feel rejected even in the most meaningless way. “You don’t want me to say it," he accused, feeling mean, bristling at the way Joe just laughed at him and pulled gently at his hair.

“I don’t need you to say it, alright?" he said, and if it hadn't been the truth the feeling of dismissal might have lingered long in David's veins. As it was, he felt himself going warm once more, sure enough with the knowledge that it was real. They say the words in different ways every day, sometimes absent of even their voices. He doesn't need to say it. "I know,” Joe said, his voice low and solid, his eyes dark against David's face. “I know.”

David could only look at him, and look, and look. The man of his dreams, the man of his life, the man who made him laugh, and forced him to live with his eyes open. If Joe would just ask him to say it he would, he would, and he might never be able to stop. He reached out for Joe with an open hand against his neck, and Joe came to him smoothly, like it took no thought at all, easing him into a soft, lingering kiss, urging him down until they could embrace each other.

"Do you know?” Joe breathed against him, kissing the corner of his mouth until it turned up in happiness, in an elation that he thought this room might never know.

[strilondestudies]

📚 and 📖 for the studyblr asks!

Omgg hi sorry for the late answer HASDJHDJHS but tyy for sending in the asks!!

📚 favorite course you’ve taken?

My favorite gened course is probably Readings in Philippine History! I've always disliked learning history because I'm bad at memorizing dates and facts which at first is what I thought the course was going to be about, but turns out it was more about learning the cause-effect situations that lead to certain points in history, certain ideas or concepts that are prevalent in certain times that influence the occurrence of major events. While we were tested on some details of Philippine history, we also focused on how we use history as a guide for how to live now, like what to repeat, what not to repeat, etc which I think is what made this course rlly interesting to study and is now my favorite approach to History :DD

When it comes to the professional courses though, I rlly enjoyed Cost Accounting cause it was the easiest accounting course for me 😭😭 but a close tie would also be Economic Development which I enjoyed learning because it basically teaches that the common macroeconomic indicators like GDP or GNP aren't/shouldn't be the sole indicator or how good a country is doing economically, there's also factors like agriculture, population, literacy, equality, healthcare, etc.

📖 a book/reading from your field you’d recommend/really enjoyed?

Hairy Potter: The Twilight Edition by James Cristopher Domingo! I don't have my own copy but I borrowed my friend's copy when we were just starting out our first year and it makes accounting easier to understand since it's written in Taglish (A mix of Tagalog and English)

studyblr ask game here!

[multi-lefaiye]

It's been a heckin' while Multi.

I've been working on my Pokémon nuzlocke comic called Odyssey

It's still being scripted and written but I'm really excited to write it because I get to follow my favorite tropes and self indulgence!

I really like the concept of Pokémon being trainers themselves, them questioning their own self worth compared to humans. Pokémon getting sick of being treated like garbage by some trash trainers and beginning to actively disobey.

Pokémon can get independent jobs and have their own rights in my universe for Odyssey and Jojo (The Mudkip) is one of the few Pokémon to actually try and become a trainer and take on the gym challenge.

I'm so excited to write it because I've been trying to just get it out of my brain! Just getting it onto paper. I had so many ideas and I finally sat down, took my time, and just wrote the few 3 chapters onto paper! I did some character designs and working out their characterizations.

Jojo's been my favorite character to write because he's both naive, easily trusting, but also has a biting wit and just down to earth.

I love testing this dude and his limits. How much he wants to be taken seriously as a trainer and a real individual. His dreams, his wishes. His own self-doubts of achieving his goals.

Is he doing this to show Pokémon are on par with humans and their benefit or is he doing this for himself and his own self desires.

Jojo's biggest enemy is himself in this story and I can't wait to explore that!

it sure has been a while!!!! i'm glad to hear from you again! :D

oh this is such an interesting story already!!! i'm really excited to see where this goes omgg,,,, also. jojo sounds like the kind of character i'd get super attached to and cry over ALREADY

[skyblueartt]

What inspire you to create rosemary?

OMGG yapping about my OC yayyy!! I gotta do this more often!

She comes from an idea for a story I’ve had in my head forever, I’ll just post this:

Anyways! I grew up going to catholic school LMAO and despite being an atheist for pretty much my entire life, I have always LOVED the concept of angels and demons in fiction. Like, I love it soooo so much. Idk why- but I think going to catholic school really was a big inspiration for this LOL. Anyways! I came up with the devil (Lola), the main character, first- but later came up with Rosemary as a counterpart for her. Y’know it’s funny, I actually came up with her name while looking at “sinister names” or whatever list for my Devil character- but ‘Rosemary’ was on that list as a reference to the horror movie Rosemary’s Baby. But I’m like…aw dude that’s such a classic, nice sounding name and I feel like it just really fit her.

Her backstory was VERY fun to come up with! She was a teenager in the 1970s and grew up in California. Lowkey I feel like her parents were a big part of the hippie movement lmfao, and whatever. The 1970s were fuckin insane because there were so many serial killers, like jfc. And I wanted to come up with an interesting death for her, and then it clicked. I’m gonna have her be the victim of a serial killer. That’s tragic and she doesn’t remember how she died…ahh!

I gotta write more stuff with her and my other OCs but sadly my phone is about to die and I’m also at work (god help me) so y’know! But thank you for the ask, I LOVE TALKIN ABOUT THESE PPL HAHA

[zeldacd]

Hi there!! Taking a chance to say that I love your art very much, your style is wonderful!

Talking about requests, I'm curious to see Ordovica's interaction with other characters or some fragments from her story (I love her design sm). She's a very interesting character to see more of! Or maybe you'd like to draw Link or Gan with some flowers?👀 (any idea by you)

HIII OMGG thank you so much!! That really means a lot to me!! Your art and ocs are wonderful as well ^w^

I'm also happy you like Ordovica, Zoras are my FAVORITE Zelda race I just think they're all soooooo gorgeous. (I like all the different games' designs but i think its obvious botw zoras are my favorite of all)

Ordovica is actually the Queen of my AU's Lake Zoras (I have river Zoras in my au as well so there's a bit of a distinction) and Prince Kaluga (pictured) is her son! He's a momma's boy but she just wants him to prove he can take place on the throne cause he has no ambition, he just kinda acts on whims. and is a bit spoiled lolol.

It might be somewhat clear by her appearance, but she is a Lich Queen. Despite being immortal she has a history of Hylians attempting to take her life lol. Obviously they were failed efforts and the only way to truly kill her is to destroy her soul gem, which is kept guarded deep beneath Zora's Domain.

Which i actually have an old concept drawing of! (and is my header on my theme)

So the entire lake is frozen for a majority of the year (only for 3 summer months is it thawed), but even so beneath the ice and further into the depths of the lake the temperature is warmer due to many hydrothermal vents (it makes many pretty frozen bubbles on the clear ice of the surface as well lol) The Zora's actually have a large portion of their kingdom underwater, so this is why I designed Ordovica and Kaluga both based on deep sea fish. (Which are a chimaera/ghost shark and an oarfish, respectively)

The Lake Zora Kingdom is also a very large kingdom, maybe even rivaling Hyrule kingdom in population bc its made up of multiple aquatic races and not just Lake Zoras (though they are the majority).

Anyways so Ordovica (and her son) historically have been very brutal rulers, the Lake Zora Kingdom and the Kingdom of Hyrule are not currently in good standing with one another (haven't been for centuries) so most Lake Zoras are hostile to humans. They can be very violent and scary if you cross them. And the mother/son duo in particular have no qualms about killing humans. Though Kaluga is a bit strange bc he doesn't harbor any hatred for humans in particular, he just has a violent nature.

Omg sorry to ramble but thank you for reading this far!!! and thank you so much for the ask/request!!!

[wormbraind]

Me: hey wanna gossip? You: omg yes! Me: *completely forgets to respond for a week*

Anyway the OC in question came to be while I was recovering from the implications of powers in Worm*. Specifically: if powers are based on your personality (and traumata), what happens if you have multiple of them? Introducing, the system - they all have the same concept guiding their power (aka 'the same shard in their brain'), but each of the alters got a completely different type of power from it (a master, a striker/shaker, and a thinker/tinker) depending on their role in the system (functioning around people, emotional and physical balance, and getting them out of shit). Imma probably have to elaborate more on that, but I wanted to at least get this out before I go to bed and forget to write again :'D I could forward you the preliminary notes I had written out in my dnd notes if you're interested

\* I came up with this before I got around to reading Ward, which is important because clusters and case 70's (cases 70?) would have implications on how this would work out in practice. In either case, I found the question interesting because I knew wildbo wouldn't dare touch on the subject, so I had to do everything myself . . .

i mean i've done the same. anyway yayy system powers! i saw someone do this with taylor and it was so cool but omgg. i've been thinkin a bit abt this but i've never had the energy to even try setting it up,, PLEASE send me the prelim notes.

this might be in the notes but is there some sort of common theme with the powers or are they totally disjointed?

also, note from the asker:

P.S. regarding my previous ask: technically, the striker/shaker is more of a striker/master, but shaker makes more sense contextually

[xo-cod]

FORGET ME NOT WAS SO GOOD. MY CRIMINAL MINDS AND COD HEART OMGG!!!

IDK IF YOU TAKE REQUESTS BUT ID LOVE TO SEE A PART 2!!! (OBV NO PRESSURE)

i'm so glad you think so, babe :") you don't even know how much this means to me <33 i honestly just ended up deleting it though lmao, i didn't know how i felt about it so ☠

but i've written a ton of criminal minds x 141 drabbles/concepts/asks here if you're ever interested in reading about it :)

thank you sm for the love, babe 🤍

[aajjks]

omgg he’s the father 😭!!!!!!! prepare for the drama y’all also OMG I NEVER KNEW SO MANY WERE INTERESTED LIKE AAAAHHHHH! 🥹

TPOL!JK

“The baby and Mr Jeons DNA results match. He is the father, Congratulations.”

you can’t believe this. you don’t want to believe this. you want it all to be a crazy nightmare you’re having. just a fever dream.

jungkook falls to the ground in tears, chaeyoung is laughing her ass off, and you exit the room. “I TOLD YOU SO!! hahahahaha, now you’re stuck with me for life” smirks chaeyoung who is enjoying herself watching jungkook scramble to run after you. “checkmate, bitch. that’s for tina” she says out loud to herself before throwing her hands behind her back and relaxing. she’s sure you’re going to leave jungkook and chaeyoung hopes you do for good this tome because she’s not gonna stop antagonizing the both of you until her and jungkook are living in a home of their own.

you think you can waltz back in his life and have jungkook for yourself? hell no. she’ll ruin the both of you so bad that you might just date her instead. “c’mon min, you’re probably hungry” says chaeyoung who slowly rises to breastfeed the adorable infant while you are crying in the elevator with jungkook barely managing to catch up to you.

“I KNEW IT!!” you yell at jungkook “I FUCKING KNEW IT!! the baby even LOOKS like you jungkook! he looks just. like. YOU!”

once the elevator opens, you’re walking to where you parked the car and you notice jungkook is still following you asking you to slow up. he’s spitting out so many apologies to you but part of you feels like he doesn’t have to apologize because he got her pregnant before the two of you got back together. you just wish he wasn’t so careless but it doesn’t come out that way when you finally turn around to face jungkook.

“what? what? what, jungkook? WHAAAT!!! what do you want?? there’s nothing to talk about. the baby is yours so whatever you decide to do with chaeyoung, from now on, leave me out of it” you say before getting inside the car and slamming the door shut. “c’mon, let’s go to your mom’s house to tell her the great news, jungkook. actually, YOU’RE going to tell her the news” you argue with the urge to slap him across his face, i mean, SERIOUSLY?!!

his first child, the mother of his first born isn’t you yet you two have always…..

you got him to feel comfortable with the topic of children and this is how he repays you? what did you do to deserve this? you’re so angry at jungkook that you every look you give him is filled with anger and betrayal because you feel betrayed.

so much for soulmates.

“i shouldn’t even be mad because the conception was before we got together but how could you be reckless, jungkook? drinking to the point where you aren’t aware of your surroundings is reckless, jungkook! and it’s dangerous because what if she hurt you?” you say as your eyes fill with tears when you turn to look at jungkook who is ashamed of his actions. when he looks at you, he only hates himself more because you’re crying because of him. it’s always because of him.

you’re pretty sure jaekuk is turning in his grave.

he always gets the last laugh.

“we need to buy stuff for the baby. his name is jaemin” you wipe your tears away. “we need to baby proof our home and decide which room will be his” you say and it breaks your heart to say those things because you aren’t talking about YOUR baby, you’re talking about hers. his and hers.

not yours.

“N-No yn… p-please no.” He whispers, still crying so loudly as you curse at him, he’s even scared to look at you because he’s never seen you so broken- only one time when your mother passed away.

You’re sitting behind the wheel this time and you start the car before demanding for him to shut up. He just helplessly cries because you are correct.

His alcohol problems did this to him, if only he hadn’t drink so much that night, maybe you’d have a child of your own today.

The drive to busan is so depressing, he’s still crying while you are sniffling too, you lost your job, your life almost because of him. And now he’s made you the other woman in his life.

Your silence is like torture.

And he knows damn well that he won’t be able to pick the pieces up, that child is his, no doubt. “Y-Yn… I-I can’t tell her please!” He’s begging you, helpless while you both finally arrive at his mother’s house.

“I-I love you yn I love you so much. I DONT WANT TO LOSE YOU PLEASE!”

You pull up in the garage and you get out of the car, without uttering another word. His apologies of course are fruitless. He wonders what he would’ve done if you were in his place.

He would have killed your baby daddy without hesitation. But you’re so kind, you were kind enough to… oh he’s so cruel for doing this to you.

You’re going straight ahead and you ring the bell and he closes his eyes, his mother and you must think that he’s actually worse than his own father.

He is.

He finally sucks it up and gets out to bear the consequences of his actions. And he’s walking with shaky legs towards your direction.

He’s standing next to you, but you don’t acknowledge him.

That is until his mother finally opens the door.

And as soon as he sees her face, he starts sobbing.

“I-It’s my son.. mother…”

[delcakoo]

omgg I recently got back into watching Grey’s Anatomy, I really love medicine but I stopped watching it because the whole cast kept dying and it was just getting boring but I picked it back up recently and it’s okay i guess 🙄 i’ve been really into the new kpop group 8turn tho! I really love their music they’re really talented, I also really like their personalities! how about you, what stuff have you been interested in lately :)? also, I don’t have school tomorrow because it’s a snow day 🤭

- c 

heLP i’ve heard quite a lot ab that show 😭!! AND AHHHHH i was super excited for 8turns debut but i was p disappointed w their album 🙁🙁 I DUNNO i didnt find any of the songs catchy BUT the members do look rlly cool and i love their concept :00

umum i havent rlly found a good new show to watch in a hot minute I TRIED TO WATCH THE NETFLIX SERIES ‘YOU’ but it was not rlly my style 🧌 its quite interesting tho!! I REWATCHED ONE OF MY FAV SHOWS EVER THO,, anne with an e!!! it’s on netflix i highly highly recommend it it’s just amazing and beautiful and teaches you so many things coming from someone who NEVER watches those kinds of shows I LOVED IT SO MUCH 🙁 !!!! for music i’ve got into a lot more of the boyz songs (thanks soph and walmart enha) and misc stuff! IM ALSO SOSOSOSO EXCITED FOR MELANIE MARTINEZS NEW ALBUM THIS YEAR SCREAMS CRIES AIUBSJHSNJSNKDJN even tho the new crybaby looks weird as hell …

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#5

16 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#4

me randomly remembering i played james bond in heels and then learned to change from those to tap shoes in 30 seconds and then performed in tap shoes as james bond and got a piece of wood kicked and broken by this dude who used to do taekwando and he once kicked me in the face during rehersals and how i looked so good in a black suit and red lip all while the handbell team played the 007 music

21 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#3

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listen. i have been trying to explain this to people for years. and even as a child. when my parents would tell me to like ‘thank people’ for like gifts or something. my brain would be like. ‘but why? i don’t like it.’ never understood the concept of not hurting someone else’s feeling until much later. and every single time i was invited to hang out with people or to go to a party. i would say ‘i don’t know those people, i can’t talk to them’ and everyone would say ‘but just try and get to know them’ and i could never explain that i just can’t. i don’t wanna go up to them say “omgg hiii long time no see!! last i saw you was xxxx”. like i know mannerisms. i’ve spent years copying them trying to look and act neurotypical. but like i cannot fake insincerity. and that’s why i ended up being ‘that one friend of those people who’s mean and rude’. and whenever people would do this, i would look at them like i was half amused and half just shocked/confused. because here i was standing next to some of my closest friends and suddenly they’re best friends with someone else. in a matter of seconds. and it used to give me such a whiplash. like how did that happen. how can you do that?? i can’t. it’s one of the reasons why i can’t form friendships that easily. because people go from insincerity to friends. they’ll be all ‘yeah yeah omg let’s make plans to hang out or party’ and then spend time and get closer. and for me. i literally cannot do that. i have to actually be interested in you as a person to be your friend. i can’t pretend to be your friend and then be friends with you. what kind of fucked up NT logic is that. but i’d always be the one standing in the corner or helping people with food or setting up the music. i can lie just as well as the next person, maybe even better. but i can’t be fake. i just. it’s so hard. how can you just switch characters like that. but nOoOOo. i’m the one who was a bitch. like actually i was hyperaware of all the fakeness that i was surrounded by. i can’t do insincerity just like i can’t do small talk. small talk is fucking weird man. with people my age it’s usually. ‘omg so what are you studying and where are you studying” and majority of the people i used to hang with would say they were studying business *insert eye roll*. and then you couldn’t stop me from telling them how their so-called business men idols could choke and die for all i care. and then from there i would go on about how systems are fucked up and minorities suffer from that and literally not a single person could keep up with me. because they would be like ‘whatever, ananya’ and just change the topic. and then after that they didn’t like me and i was mean and blunt and whatnot. so i mean. who’s really the mean person here. 

33 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

#2

me randomly remembering how in primary we had to ask if we could drink water and how when we entered secondary we were so surprised that we didn't have to ASK TO DRINK WATER anymore

115 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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i am matt. matt is me. (x)

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ITS A CONCEPT BUT A MUSICAL IN MY EYES AND THE LIVE JUST ENDED BUT ITS EPIC THE MUSICAL!!!! BASED ON THE ODYSSEY!!! AND IT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY OMGG

ooh that's cool, is it like still being written/worked on? im only vaguely familiar with the odyssey's plot but enough that something musical-adjacent about it would be really interesting to watch/listen to