#a lil vent i guess before i go to sleep

[ghost4ghosts]

it's always cool revisiting something you liked when you were younger and seeing how your feelings about it have evolved.

like, i watched angels in america when the revival came out and i was finishing high school. i related a lot to harper with her unnamed "emotional problems", fear of abandonment, and codepency on joe. i kinda saw myself in her, someone who failed to meet everyone's expectations. someone who wants so badly to escape antarctica, where emotions are frozen and you can see rip in the ozone layer.

fast forward like 5 years, i rewatched part 1 right before having my first ever surgery. neither were planned. i watched it on a whim and, i guess, a desire to see andrew garfield look like a poor meow meow on stage. this time round, i saw myself in prior. i'm not going into details on the surgery, but i was in the worst pain i ever felt in my entire life. i felt like i was dying. that terrified me. maybe the only lucid thought in my head as i gasped for breath on a hospital bed was prior's monologue in heaven. but still. still! i want more life. bless me. more life.

this year has been especially cruel to me. something happened right after my birthday and i had to mourn. in fact i'm still mourning (the 4 month mark passed right before i went to the ER). i've been consistenly sick since the end of may. needing surgery was the shitty cherry on top. but fuck, man, i think all this stress and tragedy shocked the suicidality out of me.

it takes a tremendous amount of strength and tenacity to want to keep living. like okay yeah i didn't have a deadly, stigmatized disease like prior, but i think the sense of helplessness is the same. not being in control of your body is a scary fucking thing. i wanted to grasp at any chance to live. depsite all the risks and anxieties, fear of operation, having to depend on someone for a month of recovery, i wanted all of that. anything but dying.

so here i am. with more life. i feel humbled. crushed into little pieces then started all over again. i feel like this is a turning point in my life. a Canon Event. i stopped feeling suicidal since that cruel, cruel spring day, and now i'm left with more life. i just hope i keep wanting it.

[burningcomputerpersona]

you ever have one of those cases where you know your childhood wasn't exactly normal but then you take a look at one aspect of your life that you thought was just a quirky lil detail and realize maybe that was a bit more not-normal than you previously thought

[bbydoll18xx]

She's Such a Good Girl

You move in across the hall from Paige Bueckers. It doesn’t take long before she tries to shatter your innocent persona. And you just let her. 

Paige Bueckers x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Themes: reader is a shy lil baby, a few inappropriate thoughts, paige being a huge flirt

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A/N: hiii cuties! So I had a few ideas I've been toying around with, so I merged them together and came up with this. Also the third part of 'I Can Do It With a Broken Heart' will hopefully be out soon but I'm still trying to figure out the direction I want to take it in. Enjoy!

~

Your breaths are ragged as you lug your final suitcase through the front door of your new apartment. It was your senior year at UCONN, and you and your roommates had been assigned a new apartment, which you were ecstatic about. Long gone were the days of being squished into an old dorm room. And you were very excited about the lack of noise, which had kept you from your much needed 10 hours of sleep the past few years. 

The August heat was stifling, but you welcomed the cool air coming through the vents, as you began organizing your new bedroom to perfection. Eagerness bubbled in your chest as you thought about your upcoming year before graduation. You’d finally be free. 

College was supposed to be the time to find yourself before being inevitably dragged into the cruel pits of the real world. It was the time to go wild, get drunk often, and maybe even meet the love of your life. But you had spent your weekends studying and fine tuning the ‘good girl’ persona that you had adopted when you were a child. 

You were the eldest daughter with a raging people pleasing complex, and it was starting to feel like your downfall. Your two roommates had found adoring boyfriends, and they often found themselves drunk as hell on the weekends, reveling in being young and carefree. You were growing to hate your crippling shyness.

You’d be lying if you said your lack of experience hadn’t started to weigh on you. You really wanted to learn how to put yourself out there. But you were dreadfully shy, and the idea of dating or hooking up was terrifying. Your innocence was fucking embarrassing. How would you explain to someone that you were a virgin? And what if they thought you were too timid to be good in bed?

So you just continued on as you had been throughout college; you studied, and you buried yourself in your imagination, and you prayed and hoped that someone would be willing to overlook all of your own insecurities. 

Your thoughts of pity are interrupted by your two roommates calling your name. You walk out of your bedroom into the living room where the two girls are sharing shiteating grins, and you send them a questioning look.

“You’ll never guess who is across the hall from us,” Sarah says slyly, causing a pang of worry to shoot through your chest. The smirk on her face grew as you asked who it was.

“Paige Bueckers,” your other roommate, Taylor, shrieks as your face turns bright red.

Fuck. 

“You’re fucking joking, right?” You whisper, eyes automatically flitting towards your door. 

“Nope! I saw her and Aubrey Griffin walk out of the apartment literally five minutes ago,” Taylor announces, laughing as you fall backwards onto the couch.

“This is not good,” you whine dramatically, hands covering your face. 

“Now you can see her pretty face every day,” Sarah all but sings, taking great pleasure in how uncomfortable you felt.

You scoff in indignation. “I can see her pretty face every day from the safety and comfort of my phone. It’s not like I’m actually ever going to talk to her.”

Your roommates pout at your sheer stubbornness. They had been trying to get you out of your shell from the last few years, much to your displeasure. 

“C’mon, you’re so hot. You could totally catch Paige’s eye. You gotta have more confidence, girl,” Taylor all but whines exasperatedly. 

“Yeah, sure,” you snort derisively. “Maybe while I’m at it, I can rizz up Harry Styles.” You roll your eyes at their ridiculousness.

They sigh in unison, stopping their pleading.

“We’ll just have to see what happens,” Taylor says with a dramatic wink, causing you to stick out your tongue childishly. 

“I have spent the last three years avoiding Paige Bueckers’ beauty. I can do it one more year.”

Little did you know, though, that it would become quite hard to avoid the tall blonde.

~

Friday evening rolls around quickly, and because it was the last weekend before classes started, the students were eager to party it up. You had hoped the apartment building would be quiet, empty from the throngs of students out partying elsewhere. But the girls of the basketball team had other ideas.

The last few days, you had seen multiple girls coming and going from Paige’s apartment. The noise had been loud, but nothing too crazy. It was well known that the girls often went live on tiktok or instagram, and you had heard their laughter across the hall last night. So far, though, the volume levels had maintained a respectable level. 

You had obviously jinxed yourself by thinking that, as the laughter and music pounded through your own walls. The cacophonous sound sent you spiraling. If you wanted them to be quieter, you would have to go ask them to turn it down, and you hated confrontation.

But you were alone tonight, and if you wanted to go to sleep at a decent hour, that was your only option. 

You move in front of the mirror in your bathroom, subconsciously fixing your hair and muttering words of encouragement to yourself. You could do this. Paige is just a regular person. Sure, she was ridiculously attractive, but she was just a girl.

You walk out of the apartment into the hallway, your heart pounding dangerously as you near the door. The volume was insane, and you felt momentarily sad that you were wasting your Friday night alone at home, while everyone was having the time of their lives. 

You shake your head, internally chastising yourself for the brutal thoughts, and with all the courage you could muster up, you knock loudly on the door, hoping the basketball team could hear it through the noise. 

A few moments pass, and you momentarily think you’re about to pass out before the door opens and you are met with the glorious face of Paige fucking Bueckers. 

You gulp, immediately grabbing a lock of hair to play with, desperately attempting to mask your anxiety. You bite your lip and look up at her.

“H-hi,” you stutter, feeling the blush bloom in your cheeks. “I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but the music is a little loud.”

Paige's face morphs into a look of surprise. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I told KK to turn it down, but no one listens to me around here,” she jokes. “You live across the hall, right? I’m Paige!”

Her friendliness doesn’t necessarily shock you; she was well known for being a genuinely kind person around campus, but the fact that she knew who you were does shock you.

“Uh, yeah I do.” You introduce yourself with a shy smile, growing warmer under her gaze.

“Why don’t you come hang with us?” She prods, gesturing towards the living room with a large grin on her beautiful fucking face. 

Your carefully crafted plan to forget about Paige this year was crumbling around you. And before you could even begin to thinking about stopping yourself, you shyly accept her invitation.

There was no going back now. 

Paige ushers you in, leading you into the chaos, where most of the basketball team were enthralled in making tiktoks. 

As you walk in and stand next to Paige, you look around, all but staring at the tall girls. The whole basketball team was ridiculously attractive, and it made your shyness increase tenfold. Paige gets their attention, and their eyes turn to you as Paige introduces you. 

“She just moved in across the hall. And I told you the music was too loud, KK,” Paige adds, sending a sharp look towards the younger girl. 

She grins mischievously, walking up to you with the swagger you could only dream of having. 

“Sorry, girly pop, we’ll keep it down next time,” KK says, sending you a wink. You giggle in response, feeling more at ease already. 

Paige introduces you to the rest of the team. They’re all so friendly, and your nervous demeanor slowly melts away as you acclimate to their boisterousness. They take turns talking to you, but Paige stays beside you, never being more than an arms length away. 

You weren’t going to read into it. But the little voice in your head was screaming in both apprehension and glee. In the same way, you did not want to leave her side. In an insanely short amount of time, her presence had become a comfort to you, and you weren’t quite ready to give that up yet. So despite it being well past your respectable bedtime, you powered through, Paige’s aura energizing you. 

As you mused over your thoughts, Paige was stuck in her own head. She had seen you around campus before; your pretty face was a difficult one to forget, and she was secretly delighted when she had opened her door to reveal your timid face. 

She was determined to break you out of your shell. Little did she know how much she would. 

~

You look down at your phone a while later, and you’re shocked to see that it was just past midnight. You could not remember the last time you were out that late, and a yawn threatens to escape from the depths of your throat. You subtly rub at your eyes, and Paige doesn’t miss it. 

She nudges you, and you look up to gaze at her bright blue eyes.

God, she was so pretty. 

“You sleepy?” She asks teasingly, and you nod, a blush creeping up your neck again. 

“I’m not used to staying up this late. I should probably head back home,” you say, regret lacing your words. 

Paige nods, standing up to walk you out to the door. You don’t miss how her hand grazes your waist as she guides you. 

You wave goodbye to the girls who still remained, and they enthusiastically bid you a goodnight, making you promise to join them again soon. 

“Thanks for letting me crash,” you profess, heart still pounding dangerously from the subtle touches, tingles on your waist left in her wake. 

“Course,” she shrugs, a smirk on her face. She hands you her phone. “Let me know if we’re too loud again,” she whispers, leaning down to your ear. 

Her closeness has you flustered, and you quickly enter your contact information, avoiding the heat of her gaze. 

As you hand her cell phone back, her fingers brush across yours, and you subconsciously bite your lip to hold back a shaky breath from the view of her long fingers and her big, veiny hands. 

Fuck. 

The smirk doesn’t fade from Paige’s face as she notices you staring, and your face erupts in a vicious blush once more. . 

With a bashful wave and a smile, you leave, all but running back into your apartment. Your heart was pounding, and there was a slight ache down in your most intimate area that had you squirming in desire. 

Your little crush on Paige had been unrelenting the last few years, but it was still just casual. Things had changed, though, and now your feelings were undeniable. Long gone were the days of ignoring your sexuality.

Paige was so hot. And you were so screwed. 

~

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Please, please, please let me know what you think and if you want another part (or more)! Again, thanks for all the love and support!

xoxo katy

[rebeltigera]

Haiii!! I got question:

Do you have any head-canons for mk? Mac? Wuk?

And what is your personal opinion on season 5?

I am responding second time because the first one didn't send :'D

Pls end me.

I don't remember the headcanons I've mustered out the first time damnit -

*sigh*

Those are general ones , I use the design of the character most of the time to show headcanons

For MK

-He's wasted after one beer.

-his tail subconsciously curl against legs of his friends or person he trust

-he chirp subconsciously

-he don't like bitter things like dark chocolate

For Wukong

- he got thick , strong curly fur . When fluffed up texture it reminds of the dust brush

- his body temperature is much higher due to the furnace punishment

-gets headaches due to the circlet (phantom pain)

-he speak and read fluently ancient Chinese , however he got problems with modern language

-he usually sleeps with lil monkeys around

-he can't get drunk.

-monkeys take care of his fur

For Mac

- his ears are too delicate for piercings. They would hurt.

- thin , straight/wavy fur like smoke . He can't stand cold

- he can always hear past and present but future is randomly whispering to him

- he got lower body temperature (due to the shadow nature)

- when drunk he looks like a beast but he's a snuggly wuggly teddy bear

-he takes care of his fur regularly himself

For Mei (because it's lacking in other categories and I don't remember more :'D)

- When she fights she tunes into imaginary music in the background. Like Gwen from spiderverse 2

About S5

*sigh* Vent warning. not directed at anyone in particular

I am unable to put up presentable opinion on this season

Also warning to everyone that will read it

If you are here to defend/ you are touchy on subject of S5 please avert your eyes.

The season was mid at best. , script was rushed, the core of it was S3 with meek antagonist, the most evil character there was a bug demon with many eyes, and SACRIFICE was basically word for this season.

Other things I remember from it is a burnt dumpling and Nezha's mech. Oh and Wukong being useless, Mac carrying season on his back , MK being even more stupid than usual. A random guy with a pagoda and a Twink snake. Nothing else .

Let's put my opinion about the animation now :D

Flying Bark got sacrificed just like MK in this season lol

The animation was a pure nightmare, it's like Seven deadly sins Incident

And if you guys think it will get much better from that in one year (let's say for example they will produce another season next year) you live high on copium and delulu.

Our juicy yummy frame by frame animation was taken away and they gave us RAGDOLL animation.

What does it mean? -AND HERE TUMBLR DECIDED TO CRASH ON ME AND IM WRITING IT 3rd TIME :D- you know how hieroglyphs are animated? Ye, that's basically it with extra steps! HOW FUN. NOW WE HAVE PUPPETS 2D. A FREAKING GACHA FROM YT IF YOU MUST. THOSE IN SOME CASES ARE EVEN BETTER ANIMATED THAN OUR SHOW ITSELF BTW. This has it's perks! I guess. It's cheaper and easier to make episodes! :D the cons are we will no longer see good battles in the show. yay "But we saw Wukong vs MK! And snippet of Wukong vs Mac fight!" please, spare me. If you are telling me those were good fights , that is half assed animation they have no idea how works and two dots clashing with eachother you should go rewatch other seasons. the fucking disgrace and audacity.

But no matter. That i can live off, that i can gulp down.

YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN'T? THE SHEER AMOUNT OF MISTAKES ON BASIC LVL IN ART. I am sitting here looking at those colors, those lines this fucking scenography and ask- what a fucking newbie did this .

YOU CAN'T EVEN GET COLOR RIGHT

AND BEFORE ANY OF U F NERDS WILL COME TO ME AND SAY "UUU ACTUALLY ITS LIGHTING FAULT-" NO ITS FUCKING NOT.

THEY CAN'T EVEN USE SAME COLORS AS IN THE PRIOR SHOT , THEY CANT EVEN SAMPLE IT PROPERLY . BETWEEN THOSE SHOTS NOTHING CHANGE THEREFORE THE LIGHTING IS THE FUCKING SAME

IF YOU DON'T DRAW , AND HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT , JUST -

we have a shiny wukong here

What is this scene , please someone can explain to me the scenography of this

Why this perspective is wrong, the shading, the lack of lighting

Here characters don't even stand properly

WHAT IS WITH THIS AWKWARD SCENOGRAPHY ?

WHY THEY ALL LOOK OUT OF PLACE. AND IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THIS SHADING BECAUSE ITS SHIT.

HAVE THEY MISSED LIKE ALL BASIC LESSONS IN ART SCHOOLS? OR SOMETHING? LIKE THIS IS A JOKE. NO WONDER PEOPLE THOUGHT TRAILER WAS FAN MADE.

Now this- this is just hillarious.

Just add to it some dramatic intense sound effect and we have another nightmare.

The voice acting was great tho

[stardustmuncher]

get to know me!!

okay, wow. guess who has not expected their art to get any attention at all, let alone even incoming requests for art. i apologize if i haven't done ur request yet btw, i've been awfully busy!

however, since i am getting traction and my bday is today (yippi to me, even tho my age is now much too serious) i think its appropriate for me to do a bit of an introduction post..

so without further ado, i present t you...

ME!

hello!! my name is aj, aka stardustmuncher we're being all official with name tags and stuff

i'm bi and use any pronouns! like, fr, any pronouns. get creative guys.

i like to think of myself as somewhat of an artist. i wanna study animation one day, so that's pretty cool i guess.

i'm american, not proudly but i'm still surviving.

also, i'm a total band kid. i'm apart of my school's percussion ensemble, which is neat. it's pretty cool, i suppose.

some of my other hobbies include:

attending drama club like the nerd i am

writing for my school paper

listening to music

sleeping a bunch

hanging out with my friends and being idiots

baking

fashion. (i'm a huge fashion nerd..)

i'm an artist, sure. which means i'm in a lot of communities, i guess. my fandoms consist of:

the owl house (proudly a goldric shipper)

gravity falls

five nights at freddy's

mouthwashing

sally face

don't hug me i'm scared

hamilton

heathers the musical

mean girls

class of 09

helluva boss/hazbin hotel

the spiderverse series

nimona

miraculous

tim burton films

the amazing digital circus

i also LOVE my music, like a bunch.

some of my favorite artists are:

tv girl

chappell roan

olivia rodrigo

mitski

the moldy peaches

tyler the creator

lil peep

dazey and the scouts

laufey

adrienne lenker

pinkpanthersss

madilyn mei

now... my favorite songs.

anyone else but you by the moldy peaches

do the act like you've never met me by tv girl

nuts by lil peep

prom queen by beach bunny

kiss her you fool by kids that fly

break it off by pinkpanthersss

before he cheats by carrie underwood

good luck babe by chappell roan

hot to go by chappell roan

not allowed by tv girl

hate yourself by tv girl

now.. just some fun facts abt me!!

for no particular reason, i am cross-eyed. like i js came out this way idk??

i wear the same barbie pants like every other week. i love these pants.

honestly i prefer chocolate over fruity flavors, they're js better

always looking for more music recommendations, hmu if you got smth good

dms are always open if you need to vent :D or if you just want someone to yap ur interests to, either way

also art requests r always open. i will draw it like one day or smth but ive been busy.. maybe this next week ill draw again

big stuffed animal fan, i sleep with the same three everynight

i have a guinea pig named amity, yes after the toh character

i also have a fish named mr blubs

and two dogs and two cats, i love my pets so much

also i love queer stuff, im way too easy to queerbait i fear

always open to friends and mutuals, just ask!! <3

some of my fav youtubers r louis mcclung, chadchad, drama mama/benoftheweek, drama kween and heather grayce

thanks for reading this total yap session, hopes this helps the people of the tumblr site to know who i am!!

much love,

aj (stardustmuncher) !!

[crying-fantasies]

It takes a village

Masterlist

Anxiety during the times of war be damned, he need a new kind of sensor tranquilizer, he was going to be very straightforward with his medic on it because this is too much for him.

"It's alright, stop running your processor, she might be around here... somewhere", Tappet's EM field tried to show off calming waves for Blurr, everyone was searching frantically under every seat, every table and, Primus forbid, under their own pedes while giving a prayer with closed optics before exventing in pure relief when nothing too red or organic was under it.

"Zetca is already in the vents to see if she got in there again", Sky-bite tried to help, putting his little touch to it, "lil' Marble, if you get out I'll sing with you", and they all heard the familiar giddy giggling laughter, inside the vents, as it was apparently her new favorite spot.

Now, now he needs more patience than ever, not think about the filters inside that are capable of shredding a little human toddler.

"She is inside there again?"

"Directions mechs! I can't see that well inside of here!"

"The right, it was stronger there!"

"Your right or mine?"

A lot of patience, before he brings down the ventilation system of the bar with his own servos, the instructions on the organic carrier fence like product said it was impossible for Ripley to go through it, guess what, she did it anyway, she could do so much more now that her little leg struts were fully functional and under her control.

"I can't sense her, Primus damn it, can't we call Blurr's conjunx? I think she is inside a portion I can't get into".

Right, he could call you, as you seemed to know what to do in these situations most of the times, but right now you were beyond exhausted, Blurr has let you take a very much needed rest with Ferventi next to you in his little crib pod (waterproof inside and out just to be sure, it was custom design), lights out the second your head touched the pillow on your side of the berth, way too tired dealing with an organic toddler that just learned to walk to then jump right out to run and climb and a cybertronian new spark that was struggling with the formation of their faceplate.

Blurr wanted you to sleep, he would never forgive himself if your bad resting habits came back and started to wither your health again just because he couldn't keep Ripley safe by his own.

"No, no, we can handle it, like, thank you all for your help", he got near the ventilation system with the help of Dirge, pressing his sound receptor to the surface, his spark weighted with worry as every second passed and he couldn't listen to his spark fragment running around there.

Outside of the bar, while no one was watching her, Marble Ripley was getting out of the ventilation system of her home, looking around with a smile full of mischief, her little pants were a mess and as she was trying to get the dust off, walking away, she noticed that a certain mech was looking at her, and she beamed.

"Hi Hi!", she was getting near the newcomer, all who came to her house were his parents friends and she had to be a good host, that's how she saw it, this mech got near the ground, he had something in his servo, it was candy, and her eyes lighted anew, no one gave her candy after what that medic said of her teeth or whatever, so her pace was faster than ever before a servo scooped her up in a hurry, but still being mindful of her delicate constitution against his own.

The mech with candy, far from being angry, smiled after recognizing who was in front of him, "Swindle, my mech, haven't seen you around in ages", his optics were more focused on the human infant, who was saying something to let her go, so focused that he didn't see how Swindle's armor was far from relaxed and his biolights were showing nothing but a direct signal to back the frag off.

When he did, he stopped from approaching, "What are you doing here?", now, everyone knew that Swindle had his past, Primus, everyone knew of each other's lives and slags during the war, so he was far too familiar with the faceplate of the mech in front of him, he has done deals in multiple occasions with him and the profits were always high.

Specially the market of exotic pets.

"Just looking around, you know? Really taking on the sights", he was kept on looking at Ripley, so Swindle covered her whole body with his servos, leaving a little crack for her to breathe and sending a signal to Blurr, already berating him in how he could let his tiny human femme out alone, he would accuse him to you later!

"Aha well, you see, I know for experience when a bot wants something", he took a step towards the oil house at his back, not once leaving the optic contact, so this wouldn't escalate as far as possible, he was in a disadvantaged position, no way to defend himself or the infant if things really got heated, opting for putting his best business smile to get the mech in the shadow of a mech with a very protective carrier coding just a few meters from them, asking to himself why Blurr wasn't here already, wasn't he the oh so reverend faster cybertronian alive? "I know she is such a cutie but no, not in the market my mech!"

Far from being intimidated or taking the memo, or simply ignoring it, the mech now seemed pleased beyond himself, "She? So that one can produce more from her, right? I knew I had a good feeling on this one", the mech came faster to him, ignoring anything else, Swindle was ready to run away if he had to, scream for help because it's just his luck that there is no one else out, before the familiar blurry light blue finally appeared, and Swindle heard Blurr do something similar to a roar for the first time since ever, like the mad and strong carrier protocol dictated.

It didn't take much but during the whole exchange Swindle covered as softly as he could Ripley's eyes and ears, not caring if her hair got inside his transformation seams as he ran to the bar for help, not necessary, since he didn't even put a ped in the bar before the little femme wasn't on his servo anymore, instead on Blurr's, who did a fast inspection of her every part before bringing her close to him, thanking Primus below and above.

That con never returned, but Swindle gave everyone all the information of any mech or femme he did negotiations related to organics, just to be sure.

A complete stellar solar cycle later, the organic massacre of the Lost Light happened.

.

Yeah, we're finally going to talk about what happened that day, after almost half a year of initiating this, because the world of transformers, no matter the media, is dark as hell.

[inzombniia]

tw // emetophobia(?)

vent post lol

i was going to post this last night but i got um. sidetracked. (ó﹏ò｡) by some rlly funny shit like istg it almost cured my summertime sadness i even cleaned my depression room 2day hhaha, last night i just made it my pfp and threw this into the drafts

im bouta go on a small rant so ill just tuck it away here ↓

i literally hate summer, im sorry i just cannot. maybe its the fact that i have no job and no car so i cant go anywhere. other than begging someone to take me shopping, im stuck. just me and the internet lolz and occasionally my friends but i havent responded to most of them which is kinda my fault (ꀬ⏖ꀬ∴) i shld probably do that...

im so much happier and mentally stable in sweater weather... maybe cus im a december baby LMAO

i think the amount of time i spend on my phone and computer are starting to catch up with me, apparently theres a thing called "cybersickness" and dude the name alone sounds cool asf ‼️ but yeah i also have vertigo and a lil sleep deprivation on top of that so. i just constantly have the urge to vomit but physically cant no matter how hard i try so i just drew myself doing the things i cant do <//3 and yes thats me lolz

however !!! i think i might actually start working at chuck e cheese... no one in my area says anything bad abt working there so i have high hopes that i could enjoy it, might have to visit it this weekend before i apply just to see if its any different from last year when i went

૮꒰ྀི˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ྀིა

tw // sh implied i guess

edit never fucking mind its not okay nothing is okay i wanna rip my guts out why me why what do i even do anymore it doesnt make any sense why do you have to make everything so hard for me.

"oh i feel so alone" good. i hope it stays that way u selfish prick

how does it feel to rip away my goals. i had this all planned out and its perfect for what i plan to do in life

its like you do this on purpose. you want 2 see me suffer. u want 2 see me fail. over and over and over. is this fun for you?

i relapsed because of you. i hope ur fucking proud of me

[mutantchicohiphop]

Lil' Vent

Eh, might just use this opportunity to vent a little.

Goddamn, I hate not living alone. I may be 19, but my mother still treats me like a baby. I obviously can't afford to live on my own, and I still can't afford a car of my own. I rely on my mom for transportation, and she refuses to let me go with people she doesn't approve of. She's let me go to a friend's house once or twice, but her paranoia gets the best of her. I know she cares about me, but it's annoying.

It feels like she still sees me as a helpless girl rather than a grown man with a need to socialize. My brothers have cars of their own, and they get to sleep with their girlfriends or disappear for days on end. She bugs them when they're away but still allows them to go. I can't go anywhere without her taking me somewhere. I hate it. When I brought this up to her, I got yelled at.

I told her I'm a legal adult and she's not obligated to look after me. I told her, "Why don't you kick me out then?" and she told me that I should just leave if I wanted to hang out with friends so much. I've always been trapped in the house when there's no school or extracurriculars. It's always been that way since I was a child. I've never been to birthday parties outside of family parties; I've never been to a sleepover unless it was at a cousin's house with exclusively family. I could never keep friendships at school because I could never invest time in them outside of school.

I have nowhere else to go. I have to deal with my brothers misgendering me 24/7 while I'm seen as the bad guy for even correcting them. My mom is the best supporter because she's allowed me to go on T and is trying to use my new pronouns. She's been through rough shit all her life, and she's not a bad mom. I love her, and I appreciate her support and all the sacrifices she made to parent me and love me. Since my dad left, she's been a bit better, but sometimes I feel like I drag her down by just existing. I feel like she's much happier when I'm at work or school because I'm not there to bother her or make her feel horrible.

My boyfriend of a year left me last month, and I feel like my mom is all I have here. I do have great friends online, but I want to have actual friends offline. I want to hang out with people, smile for them, and express myself. Most of all, I want someone by my side and someone to love me for me. I realized I'd been used for a year and even lied to. Some guy thought he was "unlovable" before he met me, yet used my emotions until he found someone "better." I was so angry and hurt when he sent that breakup message through a FUCKING gc we had with the other person. I want to hate him, but I can't. He offered to still be friends with me like we once were before dating, but I just couldn't. It felt like I had been lied to all along. I agreed to let him explore a relationship with someone else while he said he still wanted to live a life with me.

One year. One year of telling me how much he loved me, wanted to touch me and how much he loved my laugh, my blue hair, and my body. It felt like I could be loved, but I guess all of that was bullshit. I loved him with all of my heart, and this is the thanks I get. I think I won't be able to dye my hair blue for now because of what he'd say when I sent him pictures. Telling me that I look very attractive in blue hair. Now I feel like him leaving me was proof that no one can ever love me. Not even someone with more intense kinks than me could love me. I felt stupid for believing everything he told me.

Why don't I get therapy? Well, I went through a whole fucking screening process and shit. A fucking medical evaluation and everything. I'm still waiting for individual as well as family therapy. I'm still waiting for an appointment.

That's all I want to vent about before I fall asleep. I bot a blood test in the morning.

[chocodee]

I'm gonna get a Lil rambly. Lil weepy. Lil...iunno.

Content warning for mental health issues, bad thoughts, and general sad vibes atm.

Mostly a vent post.

Gonna go straight out the gate and say I don't know what I wanna do with my life. Hell, I don't even know how to know what to do with my life. I spent so long looking for the things I'd think would complete me, marching to the beat of a drum I feel like my family had been beating for me that at points I kinda don't know who I am.

I know I love art and writing. I love my wife. I love my friends. I just don't love myself. I don't really know how to. For decades now there's been this mindset of self sacrifice that, when looking back at it, was more of a grandiose "look at me" sort of business than actually helping people.

Hell I used to think some terrible things about other people. When I broke away from my family I ended up hitting a low point that I feel like I'm still suffering from.

Some days it feels like hornets spinning around in my head telling me to hate. Hate. Hate. Hate my family whom I left, hate my coworkers that I stand at political odds with, hate myself because I'm awful.

Those poisonous thoughts that lead me to plunge deeper into a darkness that I wish I could escape...

It's not all bad. I have my life and i am learning to enjoy it again, but healing and moving and dealing with my own addictions while trying to work up the joy to pursue my passions again.

It's painful. And I get so lost in my own head that I forget reality is a cruel and uncaring mistress. A friend of mine is facing being homeless, violent atrocities are being committed and excused. Hell people I'm next to who call themselves the most hard-core Christians are ready at a moments notice to break every commandment that's supposedly been set before them just to show how much they hate their neighbor.

I'm trying to regain my faith that I once had. In the world, in humanity, hell I've been trying to regain my faith in my religion (and turning in a way that my own family would find abhorrent but that's another rant altogether)

I don't know what i want to do but I don't want to die, but somedays it just gets so hard to go to bed because sleep brings tomorrow faster.

And I'm still trying to have hope. Because it's worth it and I want to have children but I refuse to have them when the world is about to collapse. This is a problem that I want to get through so I can make a place where i can be a father to raise a child that will be their own person.

I want to have hope again and want to feel like I'm living with purpose. Idk what it's gonna look like but, I guess at the end of the day I'll be happy when I won't have to worry about it anymore.

Till then I'm gonna be here and grumpy as fuck.

I don't know how to end this sorry for the rant. Needed to get thoughts out of my head.

Happy holidays. Remember, we're all we've got somedays.

[ohimesama]

12.11.22 Sunday

12:42 am

I'm trying to set-up my live but it feels weird and sad can't go on live coz the sound can't sync on my mobile... I don't know,probably I need a new jack? Or it can be controlled by alien or some Filipino's hacker... I don't know...

I checked youtube or google trying to get some answers and I watched this Filipino vlogger named "Gil Galang" that I should download this "open camera app", I did and tried but still no progress so, I uninstalled it again... Weird!

I feel irritated,numb coz I was angry and feel like giving up on feeling irritated... I don't wanna stress myself that much,I guess....So, sad....The energy is so mean to me now...

I still have this windblow trap and I feel irritated... It is already December 2 dreams are impossible... I told myself I have a time limit on trying to get the attention of the "Crowning Prince of Dubai" I told on people who came into my station that everything was just accidental that I just saw him and I thought was just one HIM... Then,it became a big question in my head, that probably he grew-up and grew taller or grew big... Or probably it was just on another angle but funny it became "them" these Al-Maktoumz...

Whew! I don't wanna stress myself... I came from being dead but still alive... WHEW! It doesn't matter anymore if this force wants me to embarrass or put me into shame stage... But this is LIFE! Giving-up but moving on... But I still need a self-fulfillment in a lil while... Heavy heart I have but my old self inside is telling me that I still should FIGHT! Though the force is so negative, put me into an embarrassment, I don't feel embarrass anymore... Still, panicky on money and future... My own future and bebeh John's future...

1:32 am

So,sad... I posted that I have a heavy heart then I went out in our old garage,the newborn blacky died... So,sad... It is just sad...

It is just sad... It is just weird... Uncle Jun went out awhile ago while I'm trying to fix my set-up to do live but it didn't work... Weird!

Blacky was I guess ohkay awhile ago....Weird... I hope Blacky will be happy wherever he is now and for sure will go straight to heaven...

8:26 am

Uncle Jun went to his baranggay office...

Thanks to RV again for the item of:

Additional of 6 sachet of Latte.

I feel bad, I couldn't go live... Whew! In a lil while it will be christmas. I wanna leave the hometown... Weird dream I had, it is just weird that someone wants to fly my soul out of me... Wanna see donkey and camel... I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I need money, I feel so bitterish and frustrated aside from I feel fat and ugly these days...

8:50 am

I feel hurt and hating the cult of ManaloZ....15 years! I feel hurt!!! That fucking cult is not taking my hurting emotion, seriously...

I wanna have my own self-fulfillment... I'm not happy! I wanna leave the hometown...

1:05 pm

Done, watching this...

It is so good to be a Princess or Queen.... I hate some people on TV,I know some are part of cult of ManaloZ...

I hate feeling that I'm ugly... I streamed in Tagged they just copied me and made themselves better and me being wasted here... They portrayed but I'm the one who is becoming wasted...There is mystery behind the camera,behind the screen and they just put me at the backstage since 2007 now that they know all about me...

7:04 pm

This Uncle Jun vented out awhile ago before he went to sleep,now... He said "No where to borrow money". I said to Uncle Jun why Uncle? Why,you need money? Are you planning to buy a house? He was quiet and went to sleep... hahah

I still hate the cult coz they need to be responsible for themselves... The cult of ManaloZ are buncheZ of selfish...

7:54 pm

John's body spray or his aromatherapy mist...

Hello Kitty is the Lavender and Doraemon is the Lemongrass... Me & John ;)

About my personal case, I still wanna be with the arab man... I hope the good old people that I met on my past roads, you know yourself, whoever you are I hope you can lead me to that road with a genuine friendship ...Or I hope Doraemon will be actually here and give me the door that I wanna open...

Do you know Doraemon? He is a japanese cartoon cat who has the power to give you his magical doors, wherever you wanna go... Like Genie or Alladin of arab men...

Theory:

I know I'm a good person, being spotted it doesn't mean I'm wicked probably it is God's way to enlighten me that I should love myself and put some barrier...

10:48 pm

Theory:

I feel fat and ugly...Hating the windblow trap...I'm not a kind of person who is enjoying dropping someone's vagina since 2007... Unless, you read the above theory...

I'm a gentlewoman unless...but it is not my character to drop someone's balls at the back stage...

Back to reality:

I still wanna leave the hometown & super self-pitying... I'm really hurt and bitter coz of this windblow trap... I want starbucks everyday...

To be continued...

[fellwhite]

Well

I think all hope has died now

That was... Scaringly fast

[lamnwar]

Flowers // Aomine Daiki x gn! Reader

A/N: had to celebrate my favourite Tōō boy's birthday with a lil somethin' somethin' 🥰

Warnings: 100% fluff, maybe language?, I'm such a slut for friends to lovers with my boy Daiki 😭

One knock. Two knocks.

"It's me, dumbass, open the door!"

Daiki sighs, as if getting out of bed asks for all the energy he has in his body. But he does, though, not without being a bit too dramatic about it. He raises an eyebrow as he opens the door, facing you. Your bunny slippers, those old pyjama pants, your blue silk robe. You're surely a sight to behold.

"I didn't ask you to come" he says in a yawn.

You roll your eyes, getting your phone out of your robe's pocket, and showing him the screen. He furrows his brows, but he admits defeat when he reads clearly on the screen the words "you can come if it helps".

"So… are you gonna let me in before the neighbours start complaining?"

He finally moves, closing the door behind you as you remove your slippers. The night is dead silent - which makes sense, given that it is way past 2AM. Despite the late hour, you didn't hesitate once before texting the boy, knowing that he was certainly not asleep. And you were right; Daiki loves to sleep, but he isn't one to go to bed early. It's an odd habit of his, which coincidently helps on these nights when you struggle to fall into Morpheus' arms – like tonight. And it also helps that he lives just two floors above you. For the amount of time you spend together, it's rather convenient to have him so close to you at all times; though he often uses this as an excuse to deny your request to spend the night, shoving you out of his apartment with a "you just need to go down the stairs, it's not that hard".

But tonight, he will not push you out. He never does, on nights like that, because he is fully aware that he's your only way to find sleep. The first time you've come to him on a sleepless night looking for salvation, he almost closed the door right on your nose. As much as he appreciated you, there was no way he'd stand your presence so late in the night, at a time that was usually his entirely. But somewhat, you creeped your way in, and when he saw the way you laid under his blankets, it looked like you were always here, always a part of his nest. That first night, the two of you talked for hours till you finally found some rest, and he smiled to himself, realizing that this would become a common occurrence.

"So what is it this time? A nightmare? Stress? Some dude's keeping you awake?"

You remove your robe, hanging it on his hanger before climbing on the mattress, quickly finding your place on the left side of it.

"Like I would ever stay awake for a dude" you scoff.

He laughs softly, joining you under the blankets. As soon as you feel him next to you, you are submerged by a sweet warmth, like a little sun laying just next to you.

"Well, if you were with me, you'd probably stay awake all night, but for other reasons."

"Oh god, shut up Daiki!"

You give him a small slap on the shoulder, while he chuckles at your reaction. It's cute, the way your cheeks get red, and you refuse to look at him in the eyes when he tells you stuff like that. As tough as you want to look, he can always tell that he's got you flustered, and it's frankly amusing.

"I guess you don't wanna talk about it, huh?" He says after a short silence.

You shake your head as a response, and he doesn't insist. There are nights like that when you don't want to vent; you just need comfort. And Daiki never fails to give it to you. Without words or gestures, just by his sole presence, he manages to bring peace to your soul. You always rest your head on his chest, listening to the delicate sound of his heartbeat. It's like a little drum, beating to a comforting rythm.

Dum dum dum dum.

But sometimes, the rythm picks up. Like right now, when you tangle your legs with his, and you look up to meet his half-lidded blue eyes. You're too oblivious to notice that your big eyes looking at him that way inflames his whole body. You're too oblivious to notice that feeling your soft hands against his skin makes his heart bloom. You stay like that, for an amount of time that you cannot gather - not that you care to, because ultimately, you can tell that you'll fall asleep soon enough. Because Daiki never fails to make you feel like that.

"Daiki?"

"Hm?"

"I have a weird question to ask."

You break the silence, all while poking his curiosity. He strokes your hair, patiently waiting for you to ask out.

"What's your favourite flower?"

The question takes him by surprise. It is so random that he wonders if you're not delirious because of the fatigue. But you aren’t – he can tell by the way you look at him, waiting for his answer.

"Don't know... I never thought of that."

You let out a small laugh.

"Typical. But I still need to know. Isn't there a flower that you like?"

He takes a moment, considering that he's never given a single thought to the topic. He could also change the subject; sure, you'd fuss a bit about it, but it's no matter of life or death. Yet, he still ponders, because some part of him does want to give you an honest answer – however unimportant the question seems.

"I guess... those white ones, you know, the one your mother has in the garden, next to the roses."

You smile at his answer. It's a good one.

"Why you're asking?" He questions you after a while.

You yawn, further cuddling into him. The beat in his chest takes off, the flowers in his heart opening.

"I'm gonna buy you flowers tomorrow."

And before he can ask you why you suddenly decide to offer him flowers, you are already asleep. Daiki sighs, it doesn't matter anyway; you'll probably forget about it in the morning. With a kiss on your forehead, he turns off the light, preparing to join you in your slumber;

"Truth be told, my favourite flower is you."

[from-the-clouds]

loved your lil roman blurb and i’m begging for greg fic crumbs 🤲🏻 maybe angst / comfort where he goes to reader to vent.. a little friends to lovers mixed in. if not that’s ok too 🧡

thank you sooooooooo much, anon! and yes, Greg deserves so much more attention IMO - in season 3 when tom and shiv are making fun of him and implying the women he dates are out of his league i was like in what world?? so without further ado, here are some greg sprinkles 😉

summary: your best friend vents to you about work.

warnings: alcohol use. brief mentions of workplace abuse.

word count: 2k

Your phone rang at 10pm, just as you were crawling into bed - not quite ready to sleep yet, but winding down for the evening. Fully prepared to ignore the call, you paused when you saw the name staring back at you on your phone screen.

Greg Hirsch

Sighing, you contemplated whether or not it was worth answering. Normally, you would’ve picked up in a heartbeat, but it had been a few weeks since you’d spoken to him, and the last time you’d hung out you’d gotten in a disagreement that left a rather bitter taste in your mouth. Unfortunately, you weren’t good at holding grudges.

“Hello?” you said, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Oh good, thank god, hey, I uh-” Greg began stammering, as though you picking up was a huge surprise, even though he had initiated the call. “I didn’t know if you were awake or not, I-I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

“Well….” you sighed. “I’m here.”

“Listen, I-” Greg cleared his throat. “See I know the last time we were together things…well we-things didn’t go…so good but I was wondering if I could come over? Or you could come to me and we could…I don’t know, like, do you think we could talk?”

“I don’t know Greg,” you looked at your alarm clock, as if you weren’t very aware of the time already. “It’s kind of late, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, no I know, but I just think like…it’d be nice to see you?” Greg continued. “I kinda….I kinda just need your advice right now. I have this really nice bottle of wine I got, and I know you like wine so maybe I could bring it over.” He paused, you could practically hear him holding his breath. “What do you think?”

He was right, you did like wine. And since he’d started working at his uncle’s company, brushing shoulders with some of their top execs, you’d even gotten to reap some of the benefits of his job - one of them being expensive bottles of wine and liquor he’d been gifted. But the wine wasn’t the real bargaining chip. You had picked up the phone to begin with, and well…you wanted to see him, even on bad terms.

“I guess that’s fine,” you answered, biting your lower lip. “How far away are you?”

“Like, I don’t know, like 20 minutes, is that cool?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Text me when you’re at my building.”

“Okay, yes, thank you, I will. Thank you,” he said.

You hung up, leaned back against the headboard, and groaned. “Fucking pushover,” you scolded. Changing out of your ratty pajamas and into leggings, a sweater, and a bra for good measure, you set about tidying up the small living area in your shitty one-bedroom apartment.

By the time you’d made your home and yourself semi-presentable, your phone dinged and you buzzed Greg in. A few moments later there was a knock at your front door.

Greg stomped his feet in the building’s hallway a few times before stepping over the threshold. Snowflakes clung to the pieces of stray hair that had fallen onto his forehead, his cheeks flushed, and you were momentarily frustrated by how cute he looked without even trying. Cradling a bottle of wine in the crook of his elbow, he shivered. “It’s really cold out there, it’s snowing.”

“I can see that,” you said, eyeing him. He stood stiffly now, the smile that had been on his face since he entered slowly fading from his face.

“Long time no see, right?” he asked, and leaned in to give you a hug, which you didn’t return. Usually he wasn’t great at picking up on social cues, but your hesitance must have come across clearly because he pulled away quickly and pushed a piece of hair behind his ear, laughing nervously. “Uh, thanks for letting me drop in.”

You nodded. He slipped out of his shoes, passing you the bottle of wine before shrugging out of his coat. The label caught your eye and you did a double-take. “Greg, this is like a $300 bottle of wine,” you balked.

“I told you it was nice,” he said, a little bit of cockiness seeping into his tone, the new side of his personality that had only surfaced over the past few months. You hadn’t decided yet if you found it unbecoming or attractive. Greg brushed past you, slinking towards your credenza to grab some wine glasses.

There was still a bit of tension in the air, though you could tell it was only one-sided. Greg seemed shockingly comfortable considering that the last time he was here you’d kicked him out on the verge of tears. It was like nothing had changed, which made you sort of infuriated but also relieved.

“So, what’s going on?” you sat on the couch.

“Uh,” he pushed his hair out of his face, fumbling with the wine bottle opener for a spell, looking over at you sheepishly. Exhaling through your nose, you reached out, and he took the offer, handing the bottle and the corkscrew over to much more capable hands. “It’s uh, it’s kind of about work.”

You raised an eyebrow as you poured out two generous servings, and Greg hesitantly sat across from you on the couch, raising his glass to your own with a clink. He took several gulps of the wine - which was sort of sacreligious, considering its price point - before continuing.

“It’s uh….it’s like, kind of horrible,” he began. “I hate ATN, I hate my position, I hate the people, I hate the politics and…I really…I…like, I don’t know if all of it is worth it anymore.”

“Have you talked to your boss, Tom?” you asked. “Don’t you like him?”

Greg’s gaze shifted to meet your own, his eyes wide. No. He didn’t have to say it.

“I already tried that, it….” Greg took another long sip of wine. “It didn’t go well. “You know like, sometimes things between us are like…I don’t want to sound dramatic but like, borderline abusive?”

You frowned, noticing how quickly his demeanor had changed. Greg was good at letting everything roll off his shoulders - sometimes annoyingly so – but now the way he slouched over his glass of wine, melting into the cousins of your couch, made you think things were probably even worse than he was letting on.

“Well if that’s happening maybe you should quit.”

What could you do? Of all people to come to for career advice, you were probably the last person Greg should be seeing, so you struggled to offer anything more helpful.

“I can’t be like…unemployed again. It was bad.”

You grimaced. It had been bad. An image of Greg, feverish and shivering in your bed after catching a cold while living out of his car flashed through your memory. It wasn’t easy to see him so frail, so distressed, during that time period. You’d nursed him back to health and let him crash on your couch for a few days until he finally moved back in with his mom. That was before Waystar, before you felt like you’d lost parts of your friend to greed and corruption. But maybe he wasn’t too far gone.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” you said, and you meant it, the sight of him in distress thawing out the ice around your heart. “That’s a really tough situation for you.”

He was too hard to stay angry at. And just in the small amount of time he’d been back into your apartment, you could feel the space warming up again. It’d felt so empty with him gone, he wasn’t around to eat all the snacks out of your cupboard after smoking a joint out your window and nearly setting off the fire alarm, or knocking over the knick-knacks decorating the shelves in your apartment. You realized then, just how much you had missed him.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “About us. I almost fucked everything up…you’re like…you know, like, my only real friend.”

Tilting your head, you studied him carefully, reflecting briefly on the last time you were together. “It’s okay….we were both drunk. I probably owe you an apology, too.”

Greg put down his glass of wine and looked over at you. “Well…I mean that’s good then because it really sucked not to see you, especially with everything going on. And if we’re okay again, I’ve got my own place now…it’s like, super nice…I want you to come see it. Maybe you can spend the night sometime?”

“That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” you snorted, cocking an eyebrow.

“No, well, I didn’t mean like, that like, I just thought that like….because I always was over here, maybe you can stay at my place…like if you get sick or if you need a place to stay or if you just want to come around… I didn’t mean like-”

“Greg,” you cut him off, chuckling, scooting closer. “It’s okay. I know what you meant.”

“Oh….oh okay good,” he nodded, looking at the coffee table.

An awkward silence fell between the both of you.

Greg sighed then, and it seemed like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “I’m just glad you’re not mad anymore because…like, you…you always make me feel better. Even now.”

“I’m glad.” You finished off your glass of wine. “I always feel better when I’m with you, too.”

“Hmm,” he hummed happily and finished off what had to be his second glass of wine, you weren’t really keeping track but he was polishing off the bottle fast. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, lips stained red. When he turned back to face you, he was surprisingly close, and that damn piece of hair had fallen back onto his forehead.

The buzz from the alcohol was already hitting you a little bit, or at least you hoped that was it, because then you’d have an excuse for what you did next, reaching out and pushing the stray lock off his forehead tenderly.

Greg froze, eyes wide, and you realized just how inappropriate that must have been. You supposed there had been times where you’d shown him a bit more affection than a friend should’ve, but that was a while back, before you’d gotten better at concealing those urges. That was not okay. You could feel the heat rising up your neck, warming your cheeks, but didnt know what to say, so instead, you moved away slightly. As if some magnetic force attached you both, Greg moved towards you in kind, keeping the distance the same.

“This might sound a little crazy,” Greg mumbled, and his voice was much lower than you’d ever heard it, just a whisper, which made your stomach flutter. “But would it be bad if I like….kissed you right now?”

You couldn’t speak, you were so locked in on him, but at least you were able to shake your head no.

Greg’s lips connected with yours quickly, clumsily, and then he pulled away, hand drawing to the side of your face to brush against your cheekbone, eyes scanning your own for some sort of reaction. He seemed to find whatever affirmation he was looking for, because he leaned in again to kiss you again, properly.

This time, your hands carded through his hair, and he pulled you closer to him. He tasted like wine, cheeks still cold from the snow, just as soft and sweet as you’d always imagined. It had to have been ten minutes you stayed like that, kissing him, drinking him in, letting his hands wander, teeth teasing along your bottom lip. The little noises he made in response, the airy, contented sighs, muffled gasps, were like music.

When you both pulled away, breathless, your fingers pressed against his temples, you couldn’t keep yourself from giggling. Somewhere along the way you’d ended up straddled across his lap, his hands, which were settled on your hips, squeezed gently.

“I’ve been waiting for that,” you could hear the honey in the words you spoke.

“I never knew if you’d let me,” he answered, nose bumping against your own as your foreheads pressed together.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you know?” you said, his lips found your cheek, your jawline.

When they landed on your neck, causing you to shiver, he spoke again. “I know.”

[xelinielx]

I’m straight up not having a Good Time today

[flinttcanwriteipromise]

You’ve Got A Friend In Me

A Spencer Reid x Reider (Reid!Reader)

Summary: Your dad tries to be around as often as he can, supporting you through your extracurricular activities, school work, and your new hobbies and interests. You know that you can convide in him for advice, support, or just to have someone to vent too… sometimes you wonder if he knows he can do the same.

Fandom: Criminal Minds (Focuses on Spencer Reid and Reader but includes glimpses and cameos as well)

Rated: Fluff, Humor, a lil bit of angst

A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m blindly creating at this point.

G/N (General Notes): Here’s the song I based it off of.

[Beginning]

For as long as you can remember, your dad was there for you. For your highest moments and your lowest lows, he was there to hug you so tightly you were sure it wasn’t a dream.

You've got a friend in me

You've got a friend in me

When the road looks, rough ahead

And you're miles and miles

From your nice warm bed

Just remember what your old pal said

Boy, you've got a friend in me

You've got a friend in me

Spencer wiped the motel counter down again, one of his hotel habits when he was traveling on cases. He heard his phone buzzing and slipped it out to look at the caller ID

‘Y/n 🎃’

“Hey Dad! Guess what!” You yelled into the phone as he clicked answer.

“Hmm.. I’ve got no guesses Pumpkin, why don’t you just tell me?” Reid asked, entering the bathroom and taking his toothbrush out.

“I stopped Pepper from bullying the little kids today!” You answered, your tone optimistic and bright. Spencer smiled, he remembered you telling him about Pepper a few days before he had left. She was a 5th grader at your school no one had the courage to mess with before.

“She was bullying Ollie, the kindergartener I was telling you about, because his parents are getting a divorce.” You began to explain. Reid imagined you waving your hands around to further explain yourself as you usually did when explaining your stories to him.

“Oh?” Spencer hummed along, spitting out a glob of toothpaste and beginning to gargle mouthwash.

“Uhm! She told Ollie ‘Maybe if your parents loved you enough, they’d stay together.’ and he started to cry.”

“So I walked up to her and told her ‘People who are divorced usually divorce because they aren’t happy together and would end up making Ollie’s life unhappy.’” You continued.

“Sounds right to me.” Spencer replied, wiping down the bathroom sink. He left the bathroom and headed over to the nightstand where he had left a glass of water.

“And then she fistfought me,”

Spencer choked.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

You've got a friend in me

(You’ve got a friend in me)

You've got a friend in me

You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you

We stick together and we see it through

You've got a friend in me

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

“Dad?” You called softly. You noticed Reid hadn’t slept in a while, staying up to write up reports and files, only stopping to prepare food for you before disappearing into his study again.

He looked up, his hair in disarray and his expression weary. There had been so much on his mind since his last case he pretty much surrounded himself in work. You walked over files and messed up papers, still making as much noise as possible.

“Are you okay?” You held his face your hands, noticing his tired eyes. He nodded, a sigh disrupting the silence. “You should be in bed.”

“You should too,”

“I will if you will,”

“Are you bribing me?” Spencer whispered jokingly. You nodded confidently. Sighing again, he brushed the hair out of his face. He gave a small smile to you before starting again, “Why didn’t you go to bed sooner?”

“Because I was scared..” You admitted softly, pulling your pj shirt down a little. Reid adjusted his desk,

“Really? What for?”

“Cause you don’t sleep Dad.”

“I don’t sleep?”

You shook your head, beginning to explain your concern for him, waving your hands around to express it. After a while Reid nodded his head,

“Well, I guess your right, Pumpkin, let’s get ourselves to bed.”

Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am

Bigger and stronger too

But none of them could ever love you the way I do

It's me and you, boy

Walking down the street with your dad, you had stopped to get some ice cream. Spencer went with a chocolate light sprinkled waffle cone while you went with a [favorite flavor] HEAVILY sprinkled cup.

“Enjoying the ice cream?” He asked, looking down at your clearly messy face.

“Yuh.” You replied, taking another mouthful. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring across the street before continuing like nothing had happened. Your dad noticed this, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Something wrong?” He followed where your gaze had rested a few moments before, spotting a group of kids who were currently laughing amongst themselves. He thought nothing of it until one of the kids pointed at him and began laughing wildly. Reid’s face immediately dropped into a frown. “Are those kids bullying you?”

“Umm.. yeah. It’s okay though dad, I’m strong like Uncle Morgan and you.” You replied, finishing a little more of your cone before throwing it out.

“Uhm, your very strong. But that doesn’t mean you have to do this alone, right?” Your dad finished his cone entirely before kneeling down to meet your level.

“I know-“

“It’s me and you in this big, wild, world. We need to protect each other, okay?”

“Mmokay.” You nodded, giving him the biggest hug you could.

And as the years go by

(And as the years go by)

Our friendship will never die

You're gonna see, it's our destiny

Running through the doors, you pushed past others until your Uncle Morgan came into view.

“What happened?! Is my dad alright?! Is he okay?!” You screamed at him, he turned to you in surprise.

“Kid! What in the world are you doing here?!” He questioned, he yelped as you gripped him by the shoulders.

“Is he?!?!” You yelped, turning to look around the hospital room and seeing a curtained bed. You rushed over and pulled the curtains aside to see your passed out father.

“Dad?” you whispered.

“Wuh- Huh?” Your father squinted, staring up at you. Your eyes widened.

“Areyouokay?IheardaboutthecaseandIcameassoonasIheard-“

“I-I’m? I-I’m ffffiNe??” Spencer’s shoulder slumped.

“…Dad?”

You've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

(You've got a friend in me)

Yeah, you've got a friend in me

[End]

[ayuki-ikuya]

Dorms and Archons

Twisted Wonderland x Genshin Impact

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Dendro Archon

The Recluse Scholar

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

Kalim was excited to have a new friend! Oh the parties they'd have! The fun! The food!

When he met you, you were... distant. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset you?

He really did try to find out what he did wrong, and often sent you invitations (Malleus eyeing the invitations) you some of the parties he makes, but you don't show up nor reply, making him sadden.

Jamil low key face palming

During a normal sunny day at school, he and Jamil headed to the library to grab some books, and during the process, he found you, tucked in a corner with mountains, upon mountains of books around you, and you? You were reading.

"Ah? S/o??"

"HEEEEK!!!!"

he startled you so badly that plants from outside grew. which of course caused a commotion.

Kalim apologised for startling you, but he asked a question about your attendance, your reply was to fiddle with your sleeves before answering with a small voice that you were afraid of people despite being a deity.

Kalim immedietly thought of Idia, but he crossed the line of no return, but Kalim smiled warmly, held your hand, making you choke, and said a more softer voice that he'd throw a smaller party, just the three of them. (Don't tell me you forgot Jamil, HE MAKES THE DANG FOOD)

You accepted.

Several parties later, you two were unsurprisingly in love with each other that the students of NRC were rolling their eyes at the moments the two shared. COULD YOU TWO DATE ALREADY!?!?

When you two started dating, Kalim made a celebration, but kept you in a more secluded section, that way you could be apart of it, but not near a large crowd of people. And you were thankful for it.

As a couple, Kalim practically adores you. And he's super affectionate too! Jalim is glad to have someone more tameable and it also makes it easier to locate Kalim if he ever goes off by himself.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

He thought nothing of you at first.

Until you had full scores on everything.

He had requested you to help with Scarabia's studying, in offer of full meals, which you complied with due to living in a run down dorm and doesn't have a lot of money to support themselves with.

However, the study group went wrong due to the amount of people.

Jamil then figured that you didn't work too well with large numbers of people, and he found that you were slightly dependent on him when it comes to speaking.

He ended up planning smaller groups, working on those who had the worst grades then up.

And thanks to you, their dorm gradually got better.

Jamil spent time with you whenever he was free from following Kalim, and he was fairly fond of you.

You were soft, very soft, but highly reliable in terms of knowledge. So he'd often vent to you which is surprising.

But your presence and advice helped him grow better.

Jamil fell for you when he found you smiling at a Scarabia student showing you their improved grade, you looked like a warm hearted maternal parent, and his heart skipped at the sight.

When you two began dating, it was a bit rocky due to Jamil's family duty to serve the Al-Asim family. But Kalim was very kind to allow Jamil more free time, in exchange that he brings you over for more study parties!

You figured since Kalim wasn't fond of studying and more for partying, that you'd make a study party which improved Kalim's grade by ten folds. Jalim practically wept tears that the seven sent him this angel.

Geo Archon

The Consultant

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Azul was greedy for the power you possibly possess. and your money.

Azul underestimated you since he witnessed your lack of brains in terms of money. You forget about having your wallet on you, and whenever someone offers to pay for you, you attempt to buy everything without a single thought.

This was going to be an easy contract, Azul thought. They're an idiot, Azul thought. They can't complete this contract, Azul thought.

"I've completed my end of the contract. Now you must do yours."

"Huh? Nani?"

Azul was stupefied by this, he whipped his head towards the Leech twins, both begrudgingly nodding their heads in confirmation at the archon completing their conditions of the contract.

Azul had tried to change the details of the contract, you of course allowed it the first time.

But when you returned with the conditions once again completed, Azul tried to add more.

However, you weren't having it.

You stood up and leaned down to Azul, towering over him. A sudden pressure weighed the three mercreatures, it was heavy and foreboding. Your eyes glowed a gold with the amber ombre in your hair glowing gold as well.

"I was lenient to allow you the first time. Either fulfill your end of the deal or break the contract. But if you break the contract, you will suffer the wrath of the rock."

Azul was terrified.

When Azul fell for you, he questioned himself. How in the seven did he fall for a person like YOU!? He will never remember how, but all he knows is that he's in waaay to deep.

When you two became a couple, you were far more charasmatic and charming than before, it was like it was turned up a notch. Or two. or more...

The contract loving couple have been making more money than ever thanks to the Geo Archon, the avatar of contracts. It's either fill the conditions or suffer the wrath of the rock. Or just, don't make a contract. Simple.

But then we got the one brain cell trio doing their dumb sh**.

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Oya?

What an intriguing being.

Jade was the first to be interested in you. But he couldn't exactly find you that well since you practically mixed with the crowd a little too well than he'd like. [Bro, Zhongli and Venti has statues of themselves around Liyue and Mondstaft, AND NO ONE MANAGES TO THINK "hmmm.. You know, he looks like one that statue there.. Wait a minute-" LIKE, SRSLY!!! Venti is more obvious, I can understand Zhongli since he wears more funeral consultant clothing, but he still somehow blends in with the crowd. Unlike a Lil wind spirit.]

But when the moment came where you made a contract, Jade was more than happy to hinder you, only for you to complete the conditions before he could figure out your plan.

"... What?"

["OSMANTHUS WI-"]

After that fiasco with you giving a very large heavy warning, Jade was by your side whenever he wasn't with Floyd, questioning your knowledge, in which you were more than happy enough to comply.

Jade fell for you when you showed how competent you were unlike the other miserable guppies in school. Sure you had a few problems, but nothing with a little Jade there and everything is perfect. He also favored your knowledge, specially about fungi.

When you two became a couple, it was.. Strange to say, a air headed but scary consultant with a sadistically calm eelman? That's ringing bells for everyone.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd had zero, zip, non, 100% no interest in you. Why? You looks, sound and seem boring. And he stand corrected.

it was later when you completed the conditions, which, not gonna lie, spooked Floyd.

"Hah?"

Later, he began to go after you like he did with Goldfish (Riddle), and when he tried to squeeze you, he found himself squeezing a shield instead.

He found himself utterly thrilled and had did several attempts at you, which failed.

His interest in you and your abilities heightened.

Then your relationship bloomed.

It was hard to say if it was romantic or platonic, but either way, Floyd was perfectly happy. Happy to have a partner who continues to show things or tell him things about their world.

As long as Floyd kept out of trouble and/or content, Jade and Azul didn't say question their relationship.

Pyro Archon

The Warlord

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? Get out.

Leona didn't care for you, not one single bit. Until you messed with his sleep schedule due to your chaoticness.

Whenever your around, you just bring trouble with you. And he doesn't like it one bit.

And when you bring trouble, you bring noise.

Which officially ruins his nap times.

However, Leona praises and respects your prowess in battle. You always gave it your all, which he liked. You weren't holding back, which allowed him to gauge how powerful you were as a deity with or without your element.

As it turns out, you're stronger than what you make yourself out to be, but what catches Leona's attention the most, was how calculating you were. It was as if you were analyzing him

To be honest, he felt violated.

At most times, you're energetic, but when your quiet or serious, it's either pack your sh** and leave or get out of their way.

Because when your either if those, you will either send someone to the nurse with severe casualties or some of the schools property will be destroyed. And of course, there is a justified reason for this.

Other than to make Crowley very upset of course.

Leona fell for you with your strength. He loves a woman who can lead and he could just relax. Unless it comes to some other type of leadership, like in the bedroom, then that will change. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

These two are dangerous as a couple when Leona's awake and active. And when Leona's on the move, expect a gremlin to be tailing after him, and be sure to clear out of their way. Mercy didn't in their vocabulary.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Huh? Do I know you? No? Goodbye.

Ruggie, quite literally, didn't give a rats ass about you.

To him, you were like any other beast man, rowdy and rough, other than your form that is.

But thankfully, you knew how to take care of yourself. Less work for Ruggie. I guess.

Not only that you knew how to cook. That was a god sent gift to Ruggie. Sadly though, you only know how to make mostly meat dishes. If it contains vegetables, expect the veggies to be over seasoned.

Leona was scared when he saw you in the kitchen, only to calm down seeing you being calm and not rowdy.

Ruggie fell for your cooking. He is literally the term "To get to a mans heart, you go through their stomach". although you should work on cooking vegetables better for a more healthier lifestyle.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Strong? Strong.

You two are 100% besties.

You two are glued to the hip whenever you guys are free or share classes.

You both like to exercise and spar, so you two mostly go for each other.

To say the least, Jack mostly saw you as a sibling. Sorry, no romance.

Jack often scolds you for not eating more vegetables.

Which makes you pout and huff.

Cute lil tyke - Leona

Hydro Archon

The Judge

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Nice, another rule setter like me. We're gonna be great friends.

"Explain why two cubes of sugar should be in a lemon tea? It's blasphemy."

I see you have chosen violence 😌

Riddle at first liked you, until you learned about the rules of the Queen of Hearts, did he start to hate you.

"BE QUIET OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

He loathed you.

He thought that since your a judge, you'd understand the rules, much like him. But no, you judged the rules as well, evaluating if they are fair or not.

Whenever you call out on the rules that appeared ridiculously stupid to have (like the two sugar cubes in lemon tea. That's bs to you.)

After the overblot, you were more nicer when he changed.

He stand corrected.

But he didn't mind it, he low key enjoyed arguing with you, without him screaming at you of course.

You two as a couple sends fear in everyone. A judge and a tyrant? That's a deadly combo.

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Trey had taken a liking to you, seeing how similar you are to Riddle.

He enjoyed answering your questions about rules, but if there were rules he can't remember, he'd look at them with you to not only answer your question, but to commit them to memory in case.

What he's scared of is when you give trials regarding about incidents. Riddle would present his case then the 'innocent' or innocent would present theirs.

If the person is guilty, you ensure punishment, because like Riddle, you detest rule breakers unless in reason. You didn't mind them bending the rules as long as it doesn't break.

Trey is envious of your abilities, but you reassure him the his Doodle Suit is superior if you can use it against others magic.

You often praised him as well.

You admitted to thinking about a scenario of if Trey was born in Tevyat, he'd receive a hydro vision.

He flushed in response, secretly happy to have caught your attention.

You two as a couple puts everyone, minus Riddle because it's you, at ease.

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

#ohmyseveniminlove #calltheambulance #loveatfirstsight #goddescendingfromheaven #pinchme #PLSNOTICEMEANDLOVEME #foryoupage

He practically fell for you.

To him, you were perfect.

"You have flaws? I only see perfection!"

He's a smooth talker, albeit feminine due to having a lot of sisters, but smooth nonetheless.

He's a simp for you, willing to use his unique magic to do anything and everything for you.

Literally fell at first sight of you.

As a couple, Cater often takes couple photos with you, at first you were content with the pictures, but at this point they kinda peeved her when he takes pictures on every occasion.

"Smiiiile~"

"Cater, I love you, but please, stop."

"If you give me a kiss I might~"

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

You're his role model.

Literally the Geno to your Saitama.

He carries a notebook with him to take notes on you since he strives to be like you. A model being.

Even if he looks smart, he still has a split braincell between Ace and Grim.

Don't hold it against him if he's trying to know almost EVERYTHING about you.

More platonic than romantic.

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Complete opposites.

And completely disliked each other.

You rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because you were more justified than him, better at things than he was.

He didn't know what, it was just you being better than him. He understands he's not smart, because he foes dumb sh** with the other two.

But whenever you have to deal with their messes on their own, he feels irritated.

He often tries to get after you as well.

"Oh wow, such a god you are. Pathetic."

*cue angry archon noises with an 8 feet tall wave behind them, ready to flood Ace's ass.*

Yeah, your relationship is very... Rocky and slightly concerning.

Here's part 2! I'm happy that you read this! I will have a link to the first part after connecting the links to certain parts. Feel free to request or refer to the main master list pinned on my blog if you wish to see other choices to make! Happy reading!