#again really sorry if this is nonsensical

[imsofreakingtired]

Can we PLEASE get an angsty sevika!Xreader headcannon for reader who is a removing shimmer addict and is struggling with cravingssss

omg i love that. also, sorry this took a while, couldn't figure out a way with a hc list so i wrote it as a drabble instead 😭

hold me, console me

content warning(s): depictions of addiction and withdrawal

"come on, don't leave me, it can't be that easy babe if you believe me, i guess i'll get on a plane fly to your city, excited to see your face hold me, console me, and then i'll leave without a trace"

~~~

“Sevika,” you groan, “I’m going to die.” 

“I hope not.”

She walks into the room, twisting off her prosthetic arm. This is a good sign. It means she is ready to settle down with you, that she doesn’t have any plans of leaving again for a while. 

Sevika sits down on the side of the bed where you’re lying with your knees curled against your chest, trying to breathe through wave after wave of pain. She places her warm hand on your thigh and straightens your leg. Her voice is soft. “Stretch, baby. It’ll get easier.” 

What they didn’t tell you about coming off Shimmer: the muscle spasms. The blinding headaches. Your body can’t adjust to the sudden drop in energy after such intense and constant enhancement of the senses. It is recoiling at normality. It is punishing itself for ever getting hooked in the first place. 

You can deal with the physical symptoms, though. You’ve been through some shit. You’re tough enough to handle a little pain. What you can’t stand are the cravings, the nightmares, the paranoia. You wake up several times a night in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably after some terrifying, nonsensical dream. You break down at the most inconvenient times, convinced that Sevika has finally gotten sick of you, that she’s leaving you, that she’s already gone. On really bad days you’re ready to kill for just one shot, one tiny vial, just to take the edge off. You crave the kick, the rush of heat in your head, the burst of energy. The feeling that you can do anything. Even as it killed you slowly, even as you felt the aftereffects eroding your body. You know in the back of your mind that the decision to quit has saved your life. But gods, was it hard to stay off it. 

Sevika watches your face with gentle eyes as she massages your legs. Her big hand, rough with calluses, powerful and tender. She is strong even without Shimmer. When you were using it, you felt almost like you deserved her, that you belonged to her—that you could repay her even a little for what she did for you. 

Now you look up at her and wonder what she sees first—the traces of Shimmer, the faded pink veins lining your skin? The desperation in your eyes? The way your limbs lie, depleted and scarred from the past use of the substance? 

“Sevika,” you say.

“Hmm.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Me when I was on it.” You shift on the bed, your head feeling heavy. “You know…you know how I fucked like you never saw before when I was on it.” You mean it to be a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to smile. This is your fear: that she met you when you weren’t quite yourself, that she’s disappointed in the person you actually turned out to be. 

She’s quiet for a moment. Then she asks in a low voice, “do you think I was with you because of the way Shimmer made you in bed?”

“I’m useless now,” you say. You feel the tears burning behind your eyes, and you’re ashamed of the way your voice falters. “I can’t even lift a full crate of bottles.” 

Sevika moves closer to you. You push yourself away, not because you don’t want her to touch you, but because you don’t want her pity. You dread some words of nonsense flattery, empty reassurance. You don’t want her to lie to you, then turn her back, the way countless others have done before. It was part of the reason why you started using Shimmer in the first place—so you could feel, for once in your life, that you were powerful—someone people wanted to stay for. 

She doesn’t say anything of the sort, though. You’re lying on your side now, back turned to her so you can’t see her face. 

She says, “get over here, idiot.” 

You turn your head. She lies down beside you, aligning her body close against yours. The heat of her skin feels good against your aching back. She wraps her right arm over your waist, pulling you close to her. 

Into your shoulder she murmurs, “you’re not useless.” 

The tears gather in your eyes and you can’t stop them from falling into the bedsheets. 

“It’ll get easier,” she says again. She brushes your hair away, kisses your neck. “And I’m always gonna want you.” 

“How did you do it?” you whisper. “It must have been so much worse for you.” 

“Baby, does this body look like it’s built the same way as yours?” 

You laugh weakly. 

“It was hell,” Sevika says. “So I get it.” 

You reach for her hand and hold it close to your heart. “It’s still beating, right?” You ask. 

“Yes, thank god.” 

“You’re not leaving, right?” 

“No, fool. Get some rest.” 

You let your eyes close. Your breathing grows even. Sevika is not a woman of many words, but you know that when she makes a promise she will keep it.

~~~

thank you @prettyinpink69 for the req :)

[megapteraurelia]

comfortable silence — part 2.

summary | kozume kenma and gn!reader are just really bad at tiptoeing around their feelings for each other, tbh. warnings | none! just super fluff if you don't have a sweet tooth. (the barest tiniest grain of molecule of angst if you squint hard enough) word count | 1360. a/n | i still very much love kenma. i actually didn't plan on the ending but then decided to roll with it :o i hope that this holds up with what anon wanted T_T so sorry if i completely butchered it!! please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´- part 1 to be found: here.

“you forgot your book.”

the muscles in your hands locked as you were leafing through the documents the teacher had given you. you were staying behind after the last class of the day — most, if not all, of the other desks, were cleared off the other students’ belongings.

you knew that kenma was supposed to be at volleyball practice, yet there he was at the entrance of your classroom, still in his school uniform. you didn’t even hear his steps when he came closer to drop the book onto your desk, even though you were watching him shorten the distance between you.

and just like that, the air suddenly felt awkward and charged. 

you refused to look at him but felt his gaze trained on you, roving from the top of your head over your hair to your neck and shoulders, going further down to your fingers to note how tightly you gripped the sheets of paper.

you knew that if you reclined your head and looked up to the side, you’d meet the curious and vigilant widening of his pupils, the little cock of his head, his blonde-coloured hair crossing his field of vision like a curtain. 

but you also knew that if you were to look at him, you’d want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. his eyes would remind you of how he averted his gaze every time you looked at him after you had entered his personal space and kissed his cheek, of how he had grown quieter than usual. 

“thanks, i didn’t mean to...forget it,” you mumbled, fingertips caressing the paper for a change of sensation, to forget the tension in your pulled-up shoulders.

“yeah.”

he didn’t move. you didn’t move. it was embarrassing. it was intimate. 

it was the way he was standing close to you, neither of you talking; the air pregnant with even more things left unsaid than before, the afternoon sun shining through the windows, painting everything in a light that said i’m here to make memories. the opened window sent a light breeze and the clock ticked in the background, the bell chiming in harmony to signal the start of a new period, yet he made no moves to get to practice.

instead, the only thing that changed in motion was a steady blush crawling over your skin at the silent presence next to you, at the golden sheen on the paper in your hands that made it difficult to escape the golden of his eyes.

“kenma.”

“hm?”

you forced your eyes shut, forcing the words through your lips, every letter burning your tongue and wishing to be left hidden, “i didn’t mean to do that. it kind of...just happened. i didn’t mean to make it weird or anything.”

you couldn’t even mention the stupid kiss, and you don’t think you needed to. you were sure that kenma was more than capable of understanding what you meant, yet he still didn’t say anything, still close enough for you to smell him, still just standing there, hands twitching at his sides as he gripped his phone tightly yet kept it closed and turned off lest anybody of his teammates could try to spam him with calls to get his attention.

you hesitantly glanced up a little bit, seeing the open collar, the lazy knot of his tie, and just a bit higher: the sharp line of his chin, the soft caress of the tip of his hair strands, the uncertain press of his lips together — and just as quickly as your gaze was going to search his, as fast it dropped again at the reminder.

another avalanche of nonsense tumbled through your mouth and out into the world, “i mean, i was just— i don’t know. i wasn’t thinking and then i’ve already— i don’t— and i’m making this super awkward, n—ugh.”

your face was burning, teeth digging into your lower lip. there you went and made a whole fool of yourself, and would the ground please just open up and swallow you?

“uh, it’s fine,” came the response, soft-spoken and nervous, almost too quiet in comparison to the thunderous beat of your heart, so you had to look up to him if only to connect his words with the movement of his mouth. 

meeting his eyes and knowing he was studying you intently with his eyes, catching each shiver running down your back, each whitening of a knuckle, the gulp of your throat swallowing despite your mouth completely dried out — it sent another flash of mortification through you. the golden of his eyes were competing with the rays of the sun, attentive as usual.

hesitantly, you asked, “are you uncomfortable?”

“not really.”

again with that assured tone of voice, yet still carrying elusive words, evading questions and assumptions. the wind blew softly again, hugging your skin, but it made no difference to the heaviness sitting between you, didn’t blow away the expectations racking up for something you weren’t even sure existed outside of your head. 

your neck started hurting at looking up from the side, so you went back to staring at the long-forgotten documents in your hands, the book he brought to you — just another pretense, another excuse that felt safe to hide behind. 

your voice was still meek, “really?”

in lieu of an answer, he instead moved from your side to stand in front of you, leaning forward in such a certain manner that seemed so at odds to the usual lethargy he carried around. your perception was long used up to note all the tiny details and minimalistic gestures that you barely had any left to understand what was happening until it was happening. 

a timid meeting of lips and skin again. the corner of your mouth warming up at the contact, the closeness of his face, his half-lidded eyes reading you, his nose kissing yours, and then he stepped back again, one hand going up to rub his neck to relieve his nervousness. 

he took your breath away. 

kenma in normal lighting was already pretty, but flustered kenma bathed in the sheen of the afternoon glow with deep pink stealing itself on his cheeks and across his nose, eyebrows drawn over intense gold, teeth worrying his mouth was gorgeous. his voice murmured, almost sheepishly, “i guess i’ve been thinking about it too.”

you stared at him; your face in the same shade of red, breathless, heart stuttering like mad. by his accelerated quiet breathing you could only guess that the same type of adrenaline was rushing through him. 

a beat of silence, and then both of you blurting out at the same time:

“i have to go—” 

“i like you. lots.”

like a deer caught in headlights, he finished his sentence dazedly as his ears registered your words,”—to...prac...tice.”

more silence with the leaves rustling outside. more staring at each other as if blinking would make this real. more of red cheeks, red ears, red necks, red, red, red. the air was brimming with all the vibrations of emotions ready to spill over, and before you could scramble to apologise, to run away, to destroy the bud of a flower before it was even able to bloom, kenma reached out and took the book on your desk.

he used it to point towards the door, yet glanced away from you, the blonde strands falling into his eyes; his voice quiet and hesitant, “i forgot what you just said. you also forgot this book at my home. so, you have to— you— should come pick it up later. when practice is done.”

you blinked, and then nodded, “okay then.”

he left in a hurry unlike him, similar to the way you rushed away from him in search of water a couple of days ago at his house. head bowed with golden eyes studying the ground, wiping his hands on the grey pants, a small and unbelieving smile hidden behind the curtain of blonde, skin on fire, though you weren’t better off. 

leaning back in your chair, hiding your face from the world, you thought that water would be really good right now.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Cater Diamond - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Courtyard]

Cater: Whew～ Today's Alchemy class was a real brain wiggler. What class do I got next… Hm?

Cater: Hey… Is that you Leona-kun? Woah, that's a surprise, are you just getting out of class too?

Leona: Shut your trap already… It's got nothing to do with you, Cater.

Cater: No, no, I just wanted to give you the drop on a bit of info. Do you know what tomorrow is?

Cater: You see, it's YA BOI CAY-KUN'S BIRTHDAY ♪

Leona: Oh. Good for you.

Cater: NO REACTION!? I mean, I guess I knew that was coming～

Cater: Shoulda known it wouldn't be easy to get a warm birthday greeting from ol' Leona-kun.

Leona: What nonsense are you spouting? I just did.

Cater: What, you mean when you said "good for you"? C'mon, you just threw that out there 'cause you had to～

Cater: If you're gonna say something, you gotta put more heart into it, not just toss me a few words here and there ♪

Leona: Your birthday's tomorrow, ain't it? I couldn't possibly be rude and wish you a happy birthday the day before all your fellow housemates have a chance to…

Leona: So, bye.

[Leona leaves]

Cater: There he goes again, spouting off whatever… Well, guess I should just consider myself lucky that we got to hold a convo and he didn't just ignore me.

Cater: Alrighty, then. Looks like my next class is Animal Linguistics. I got a feeling I'm gonna get called on today, so I should prep for it.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Hallway]

Cater: Woah, it's that delicious!? I wanna go right away… Oh, but I don't think I'll be able to until after next month.

Cater: Yeaaah, I did terrible on the last Magical History exam～ …Saaame, I wish those tests weren't basically one bit puzzle.

Cater: And also… Oh, we're already back to our rooms. Okay, night～

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Cater's Room]

Cater: …Whew, finally I'm back.

Cater: I wasn't able to check Magicam while I was in the shower, so I should do that now.

Cater: Oh, looks like some of my old posts are getting likes too. I'm glad people are still seeing what I posted ages ago.

Cater: There's a few comments, too… Ugh, this question is waaay too long.

Cater: Not to mention, half of what they're saying has nothing to do with their question, they're just gabbing on about themselves. Ugggh… It's gonna be a pain to respond…

Cater: But if I leave it for later, I'll want to reply even less～ Guess I should give 'em a response ASAP then.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Cater's Room]

Cater: "Except, that eye mask was a limited-time item, so if it's already sold out, sorry." …And, send. Was that all of them?

Cater: Whew～ I finally finished responding to everything. Guess now I can go check out everyone else's posts.

[phone pings]

Cater: Huh, who's post is this on trending right… Hey, it's that one guy! I can't believe they got a cat.

Cater: "Your cat looks so soft and suuuuper cute～! Can't wait for more pictures!"

[phone pings]

Cater: Ooh, I like the picture of this guitar. I wanna try customizing like this, too.

Cater: "I can't believe you did all this yourself! I'd love to see the play-by-play of how you made it next time."

[phone pings]

Cater: What else is there…? Oh, hey, I've heard of this Magicammer before. Looks like their video giving a tour of their room is hot right now.

Cater: Woah, that's hella cute! Both the floor and wallpaper are done up so meticulously. The entire room's been designed to mesh well with everything～!

Cater: The little trinkets they have scattered around their room are also all the rage right now, so they might be a good reference to keep in mind. I'll give them a follow.

Cater: Maaan, I wish I had a cute, pastel room like this. I bet they get tons of likes.

Cater: Oh, yeah. I kinda left it 'cause I didn't really have anything to say, but… Guess I could write a suggestion here.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Cater: It's been more or less smooth-sailing ever since I got a single room, so I didn't think I'd really have any complaints…

Cater: But this place is a bit too chic for the kinds of photos I want to post on Magicam. Maybe it's more accurate to say it's cute in an old-fashioned way?

Cater: The colors in the room are more on the darker side, which makes the videos come out too dark…

Cater: And it's a pain always having to lug out my photography equipment each time. I'll just write "I want more attractive walls and floors."

Cater: Honestly, I'd love to be able to do a room tour or a day-in-the-life routine video...

Cater: But I bet there'd be a ton of trouble I could get into when it comes to everyone's privacy if I'm shooting in and around the dorm, so that'd probably be impossible while I'm still attending school.

Cater: Mmkay, then… I'm already ready for bed, so I guess I'll just go to sleep early, ready to tackle the day tomorrow.

[fwumps into bed]

Cater: What time should I set my alarm for…? Oh, there's already a reply on my comment from earlier.

Cater: I should probably respond right away since they were also quick with it, huh… Hmm…

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Cater's Room]

[alarm rings]

Cater: Mmm… Mrrrnngh… Is it morning already…?

Cater: Yawn… What time did I even fall asleep last night?

Cater: I think I was replying to a comment I got wishing me a happy birthday right at midnight… Did I fall asleep in the middle of that?

Cater: Looks like a got a lot more comments after that, too. I need to respond… But before that, there's something else I need to do today.

Cater: Can't just laze about here! I need to go to the washroom and wash my face ASAP!

Cater: My face is washed, and I did my skin care routine… So, let's get started!

Cater: The photography lights are turned on, the reflector board is adjusted, and my phone is on the tripod…

Cater: The plushes in the background are… Good, they're settled nicely on the bed.

Cater: There's nothing in the shot that shouldn't be. Perf, time to start the video!

[phone pings]

Cater: Hey-o everyone, it's Cay-kun! Today, I'm going to show off some base makeup items that's been my go-to these days.

Cater: First up… Here's the UV primer that just came out on the first of this month! I know this has been all the rage lately.

Cater: I've been using this every day since I bought it the day it came out ♪

Cater: And you know what's the best thing about this primer…? It's got no reflective shine at all!

Cater: It's got a nice toning effect, and I think it works well with just a little bit of powder on days when you don't really need to spruce yourself up too much.

Cater: I've fallen in love with it, 'cause whenever I wanna take a pic on the fly, all I have to do is dab a little here and there with a tissue and it looks like I did myself up in proper makeup ♪

Cater: Aaand it rolls on so smoothly, too. I'll apply some now to show you what I mean, so keep your eyes on the screen!

[phone pings]

Cater: …Nice, video done.

Cater: I'll snap a few pictures in the afternoon during break and put together a comparison picture, then edit the video… I guess I'll be able to upload it the day after tomorrow.

Cater: I still have to think about some other stuff like the background music, but I should focus on finishing my makeup for now.

Cater: It's my birthday, so I think I'm leaning towards using some of my more cuter cosmetics… Oh, I know.

Cater: I found it! Here's the glitter eyeliner that I got as a part of that limited-edition holiday cosmetic set!

Cater: Both the package it came in and the glitter itself is waaaaay too cute. I'll draw the line with this, and snap a pic to see…

[snap!]

Cater: Nice, I can see the glitter glimmering around my eye. This'll give my birthday photos a little bit of a different feel from usual.

Cater: As for my hair… Eh, I guess it's going a little too far if I did something with that too. I'll just massage in a little bit of wax and just set it like usual…

Cater: Perf, looks good. Hmmm… I still have a bit of time, so I guess I'll reply to all the birthday comments I got earlier.

Cater: I still need to record a birthday video, and I bet there'll be a party, or at least a get-together with the Pop Music Club...

Cater: Eheheh, I can't wait. I think I'll have enough content to upload to Magicam for a while!

[Main Street]

[Cater chats with everyone]

Cater: Yaay, thanks everyone! …Hm?

Cater: Who's that I spy walking over there…? Oh, hey, it's Leona-kun!

Leona: Cater…! Tch, what'd I do to be this unlucky?

Cater: Ehhh, you really gonna act like that in front of the birthday boooy?

Cater: So, anywaaaay… Remember how you said yesterday that you couldn't possibly be rude and wish me well the day before my birthday?

Cater: Which meeeeeans… Since we've met the day oooooof…

Leona: Yeah, yeah, you don't gotta tell me twice. …......Happy birthday.

Cater: Ahahah, I really got you of all people to wish me a happy birthday! This is gonna be a great year!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[ereawrites]

couldn't stop thinking about this post so I wrote it.. from elrond's pov bc why not!

wc: 1.1k | cw: none

fluff, mutual?pining, dumb puppy elrond

Elrond spots the necklace nestled amongst the wares of an artisan jeweller one early autumn day - a stall he barely even glances at in his haste - and for some inexplicable reason, he thinks of you.

Well. He knows the reason. It's because the gem is the exact colour that your eyes are when you turn your head away from him and the light catches the iris just right and you practically glow - and he tries not to think too hard about the fact that he can't recall that same hue in any of his other friends' eyes.

He's in a rush, but he stops anyway. The woman is kind, motherly-looking; she laughs when he has to juggle the armful of scrolls he carries to fish the coin purse from his pocket.

"Your love is a lucky one," she smiles as she hands him the box, a soft green velvet that reminds him of your favourite cloak. "To have such a generous admirer."

Elrond blinks, and swallows. "Ah - no, it's for a friend. A very dear one, but no more."

She pats his hand gently, eyes twinkling. He's running too late to dwell on it.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It's four days before he's able to make the time to seek you out. The box sits on his desk in the meantime, and Elrond keeps finding himself opening it. Admiring the craftsmanship, he thinks. The colour really is quite beautiful.

Four days of torturous meetings and endless papers to read over. Gil-Galad seems to take pity on him then, tells him to leave in time for the evening meal, and perhaps run a brush through his hair. Elrond laughs at that, but does it anyway.

He has to run - why must he always be running? - to catch you in the gardens before the food is served. Once, he used to join you here every evening. Now he counts himself lucky to come once in a moon's turn.

As always, you're happy to see him, welcoming him with a warm caress of his cheek. He leans into it. As always.

Your palm lingers, thumb tracing the dark shadows that have formed under his eyes before falling away. "You look tired, mellon. Somehow I sense you may be overworking yourself again."

"Nonsense. I do only as much as is required of me.", he begins, desperate to wash away the concerned furrow of your brow. It works, if only because you instead raise it as if to scold him wordlessly. "Ai. I suppose it has been a busier week than usual."

You've always been able to see right through him, and he's never been able to lie to you anyway.

The autumn breeze catches your hair as you reply, twist of your mouth and crinkle of your eyes betraying your admonishing tone. "Just a week? I haven't seen you for two. I'd half-feared our king had shackled you to your desk and condemned you to an eternity of paperwork."

"I beg you, do not speak the idea around him. He may just follow through."

You laugh, and the trees dance in response, shaking off their golden leaves. Elrond gathers your hands in his, holding them close to his chest. "But, truly - I am sorry that I have neglected our friendship of late."

Your gaze softens and you make to comfort him, perhaps, or to say that you understand - you always understand, no one knows his mind better - but he silences you by drawing the velvet box from within his robes.

"A gift?", you ask as he presses it into your palms, not taking your eyes from his. He nods. "Well... I am very upset with you."

"And rightly so.", he says gravely. Your smile warms him against the chill of the evening breeze. "I had hoped this might redeem me."

Once he gives your wrist an encouraging squeeze, you open the box, and gasp like all the air has been knocked out of you. "Oh - it's beautiful."

"It made me think of you.", he responds instantly, before he's given any consideration to how that sounds. Fool. You don't seem to notice, though, too focused on tracing a finger over the gem and watching the way it sparkles in the dying sunset light.

"Thank you, Elrond. Mae carnen. In fact, I must wear it tonight so everyone can share in its' beauty.". You press the necklace into his waiting palm, and turn from him. "Will you fasten it for me, please?"

He fumbles a little with the clasp, a far cry from his usual steady hand. It must be the cold air. Or fatigue, he thinks. He lowers the chain over your head and his heart warms at the way your hand comes up to caress the stone against your chest. "I am glad you like it."

You hum contentedly. For that moment, there is only the rustle of the leaves, the gentle lapping of water in the fountain, the distant music and chatter - the clasp does up easily and Elrond lifts your hair carefully, meaning to settle the chain against your nape. He doesn't know why the tips of his fingers linger against your skin, or why he so gently moves away the stray tendril of hair that isn't interfering at all, or why his knuckles seem to brush against your back of their own accord as he lets your hair down. The movement lets him catch just the barest hint of the scent you wear, and the breath in his throat hitches almost imperceptibly.

What is he doing?

That quiet moment is gone as quickly as it came. You turn to face him. "I would like anything in this world if it came to me from you, mellon. But this really is beautiful. I am lucky to have you."

You're close enough that he can see the goosebumps rising across your collarbones. His head is spinning. He's exhausted, he must be, more so than he realised; he hates to worry you, though, so he smiles, and says softly, "Am I forgiven, mellon nin?".

Then, you come up onto your tiptoes, steading yourself with splayed palms against his chest, and - you kiss him on the cheek, something you've done a thousand times, so - why does he feel dizzy?

"Quite.", you grin, and slip your arm into his in a well-practiced motion. "Now, let us go and find you some food. You look a little faint. I'll be having words with our king if this continues, I don't care that-"

Elrond hardly hears the rest of your tirade as you lead him out of the gardens. The realisation has hit him like a punch to the gut.

Oh. Oh.

He's in trouble.

[bluegekk0]

39 and 40 for the ask game?

this is a bit long so under a read more it goes. also i'm sorry if it's all over the place and incoherent, or if misunderstand the questions. it's almost 2am and i'm very tired after christmas eve hahah

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

fpk - well, he had a whole marriage that didn't work out in big part because he ignored wl's flaws. he has a tendency to do that, he always sees his own flaws as far worse so he'll often twist every scenario into somehow being his fault. he's gotten a little bit better at that over time, he realized that he should've stood up for himself far earlier and maybe he would avoid a lot of suffering, so now he's making an effort to actually take those flaws into consideration. doesn't mean that he stopped putting himself down, unfortunately he still does that very frequently, but at least he's trying to get better

grimm - he's very aware of others flaws, and he never forgets when someone wrongs him as a result of those flaws. that being said, when it comes to relationships with those close to him, he twists that awareness into something positive. despite his own hardships, he's probably the closest the family has to a therapist - his prior knowledge of others' flaws allows him to help them overcome them, at least to the best of his ability (he has no training, but it's still better than nothing). but if it's someone he dislikes? yeah he'll find a way to turn those flaws against them

hornet - she's similar to grimm in this regard, she's quick to notice flaws in other people, and will often use that to her advantage. in her case, it's more rooted in survival than pettiness, you have to be aware of your surrounding and your potential opponents if you want to make it, so the knowledge of others' flaws is crucial. unfortunately, she also tends to use those flaws as fuel whenever she's furious and wants to take a jab at someone with a particularly cruel remark. when her relationship with fpk was still a bit rocky, she'd very often point out his many failures, just to snap at him in anger whenever she found him irritating. she regrets it to this day, she still remembers his pained expression and the fact that she never apologized for it. she does hold back more these days, and tends to keep the knowledge of those flaws to herself, though she's not as merciful towards strangers

holly - they very much ignore other people's flaws most of the time. they spent most of their life idolizing their father and only learned and accepted his flaws after they reunited, and unfortunately they are just forgiving towards the other family members or their friends. they're definitely very similar to fpk in this area, if they were put in a similar situation as fpk in his marriage to wl, they would very likely let the other control them just like fpk did. it does have its upsides, though. whenever the flaws aren't anything actually harmful, that forgiveness on their part is very welcome. they don't judge others, they're very understanding, and if there is a need, they will also be supportive in any attempts at improving those flaws

zote - he's always on the lookout for others's flaws so that he can act superior to them. in reality, it's very much a deflection of many of his own flaws, but he'll never admit it. he's the type to mock people for their missteps and even things they can't control, and he definitely deserves a smack in the back of his head whenever he does that. good thing he now has hornet and holly to let him know when he's stepping over the line, even if the former occasionally throws in similarly cruel comments of her own

lewk - very similar to the ask about trust. since he's young, he's not as perceptive of flaws in others, though his empathy-related ability he develops with age does allow him to read others' feelings more effectively - and consequently, it may help him detect certain flaws. for instance, he would definitely be able to tell that fpk constantly doubts himself thanks to all of his self-loathing thoughts, and while lewk can't read what he's thinking, the anxiety that follows would allow him to connect the dots. though again, this is definitely something he gets better at with age. at the current point in the au, he hasn't developed that ability enough to actually use it effectively just yet

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40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

fpk - his own flaws is pretty much everything he sees. whenever something bad happens, even if it's not because of him, he always assumes it's somehow his fault. he'll find flaws in himself that probably don't even exist, as his confidence is completely in shambles and he has to re-learn how to appreciate himself. he definitely needs someone like grimm who would remind him that he's not all flaws and that there are still good qualities about him

grimm - he's aware of them, but he likes to pretend they don't exist. unlike fpk, he's very confident, and that tends to overshadow his flaws. his ego also gives him the idea that he's above the mortals, even if he does have a fondness for them. so if you asked him, he'd say he's flawless. that being said, while he maintains a similar attitude when interacting with strangers or those who don't know him personally, he's much more mindful of his flaws whenever he's with his family. they bring a much softer side of him to the light, one that almost makes him seem like a different person. he knows he can be too confident and dismissive of others, so if fpk makes it clear to him that he should stop, he absolutely will. in a way, he puts himself on a leash, and in those moments he pays extra attention to his traits that can be perceived as flaws. his obsession with fpk is arguably a flaw on its own, but i think this one he's willing to ignore

hornet - she tries to push them away, she sees them as weakness and she can't allow that. she gets very angry whenever someone points them out, though deep down she does take a note and tries to improve. but she'd rather chew on glass than admit it to whoever mentioned that flaw. she wouldn't want them to see her as weak, and if that someone is grimm, she definitely wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction haha

holly - they're very sensitive of their own flaws, their upbringing required them to maintain a perfect image of an emotionless, thoughtless vessel, so they avoided any misstep so that they wouldn't accidentally sabotage the plan. and it's something that sticks with them to this day. while they may be forgiving of others' flaws, they always watch out for those of their own. and if someone points out a flaw of theirs, they will do everything they can to correct it. so while they're similar to fpk in the way that they always keep their flaws in mind, they don't have the same tendency to get overwhelmed by self-loathing thoughts and instead work towards improving themselves. not to say fpk doesn't try, but holly is definitely much better at it

zote - he's flawless, obviously. or at least that's what he'll tell you. he's the best knight, he's the smartest, the most handsome and the most skilled. in reality, he's anything but any of those things. it's difficult to say if he's convinced himself enough to forget about that, since he'll always twist the situation into something that's perceived in his favor. perhaps somewhere deep down he is aware that he's not perfect. after all, he does put a hint of effort into not being as mean towards holly and the rest of the family, so clearly there has to be some self-awareness in there

lewk - well, he's young, so he's very prone to doing what the adults tell him is right. i'm not sure if he even comprehends what could be considered a flaw, but i suppose his ability to listen to advice and learn from mistakes means that he does at least understand the difference between good and bad. so i think it's a matter of time before he can sit down and figure out his own strengths and flaws

[haze-of-hyperfixations]

*meanwhile, in the Underworld* Polites: Eurylochus, back so soon? And...there's the rest of your crew. And by the gods, what happened to you? Eurylochus, who is sick of thematically-significant reprises: >:(

[secriden]

Honestly, we, as a fandom have been so unfair to Kant about his lying/acting when this whole time, Mr "has my whole life planned out and I have a contingency plan for everything and also I am fully in control of all of my emotions" Fadel has been like:

Fadel, at 10am, pretending he wasn't missing Style: Sorry we're closed. Ignore the sign that says we've been open for the past 3 hours.

Fadel: I'm fine.

Also Fadel: Are you actually. 🥺 Not interested in dating? 🥺 Anymore?? 😭

Fadel, after he accidentally was too honest: OH shit, oh shit, oh shit!!!

Fadel: I'm a struggling business owner!

Fadel (under his breath): Nailed it.

[napping-sapphic]

hehe~~ i am soooooo sleepy and tired right now :3 i’m all cuddled up in all my blankets🥰 so warm and comfy hehe…..oh and also my past is haunting me😐

[yourfriendlybi]

Ya'know how Ink saw what the fandom as created, right?

Do you think they don't get scared easily because of that?

And because of that, do Dream and Blue use them as some sort of sacrifice in haunted houses, like they'll have him go 1st, or when they hear a noise in the dark, do they send Ink to check it out?

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

me with almost no motivation to draw/write/work on my aus rn

also me: haha omg,,,,, what if i made a rottmnt stray au,,,,,,,,,,, that would be so silly

[a-s-levynn]

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[irenespring]

Time for one of my favorite TV traditions, "watch the new episodes of Selling Sunset and argue with the screen like the people can hear me."

[mrligerslair]

People have to be lying to themselves about their media literacy capabilities cause tell me why some people act like they watch media with their eyes closed and ears plugged but still claim to have valid interpretations without any textual evidence

[artiststarme]

All dead, all dead

Well, I had a rough day so I'm taking it out on Steve again. My apologies. I decided to title it after my favorite Queen song because I think it’s fitting. I hope you like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

I should warn you before reading it, you might need some tissues.

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They’d lost. Steve stood in shock with Nancy and Robin as the clock chimed for the fourth time and knew deep in his heart that Max was gone. They felt the heat in the Upside Down as the world started to tear apart and could do nothing but run to the nearest gate, which happened to be the road where Fred died, and bust through as the portal continued to burn. 

“We have to get to the trailer park to pick up Dustin and Eddie,” Nancy said resolutely, the first thing anyone had said since hearing the damning chime. 

Oh fuck, Dustin! Steve immediately took off in a sprint. How could he forget his favorite kid, his little brother, his best friend besides Robin? He’d been so in shock about the probability of losing Max that he’d neglected to think about Dustin and Eddie in the trailer. Hopefully, they’d done their job well and were able to climb through the gate before it expanded, catching everything on fire in its way. Steve could see the split of the earth racing alongside him like a cut that wouldn’t stop bleeding. 

He didn’t let that stop him though, he kept running until he couldn’t any more. He body slammed the door of Eddie’s trailer while screaming for them to open it. “Dustin! Munson! Open the door, it's Steve! We have to go! Guys!”

When his shoulder caught the door just the right way and opened, he didn’t see Dustin or Eddie. They weren’t in the trailer which meant they were still stuck in the Upside Down. 

“Dustin! No, man, this wasn’t the goddamn plan! Dustin!” He screamed, trying to find a way to get back through the gate. The sheet was torn in half and the small kitchen table had a broken leg. “Fuck!”

“Steve?” He nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he cranked his head to look at the ceiling. 

“Dustin! Where’s Eddie? We gotta go, this place is about to go up in fucking flames.” 

“He didn’t make it. I tried to bring him home but I’m not strong enough, Steve.” Tears continued to drip from his reddened eyes. Steve was sympathetic, of course he was, he liked the dude. But they had to fucking move, now. 

“Henderson, I’m sorry but we can’t worry about that right now. The gates are spreading, you have to get out now. Stand on Eddie’s table and jump, I’ll catch you,” Steve promised him. 

Still crying silently, Dustin moved to fulfill Steve’s instructions. He dragged the Upside Down table to right underneath the gate and moved carefully to stand on top of it, favoring one leg significantly. Steve could see the flames of the expanding gates shining, moving ever closer, through the windows of the Rightside Up and Upside Down trailers. 

“It’s now or never man, let’s go. Jump Dustin!” The flames from the split earth were nearly on top of them now but he had to get out.

“But-” Dustin started but Steve cut him off.

“No Dustin, jump!”

Dustin didn’t question him again and he jumped through the gate. What neither one of them realized though was how close the blaze was. As Dustin jumped halfway through the gate, the entire ceiling of the trailer burst into flames in a ball of fiery fury. Steve was sent sprawling to the ground with the force of the quake. When he looked up to the ceiling where the chasm was growing rapidly, he saw the gate turn into fire and engulf Dustin. His face contorted in pain and he screamed a wail of anguish before he was ripped in half and eaten by fire. 

No. No, Dustin. Steve screamed as he saw what used to be Dustin turn into a cremated shell of soot. He screamed as he lost his little brother to the world that took away their childhoods and shattered their illusion of safety all those years ago. He screamed in grief as he realized it was his fault and if he’d moved just a little bit faster, maybe Dustin would still be alive and in his arms right this second. 

He had screamed his throat raw by the time the girls had caught up to him. They were both panting and Nancy pulled him out of the burning trailer in an act of desperate strength. He would never forgive her for making him live after seeing his brother burn. 

Her and Robin held him down just a few feet from what used to be Eddie’s home. He kept struggling to get back inside but they wouldn��t let him, pinning his limbs and whispering muttered reassurances that would never mean shit. 

The other residents of the trailer park ambled their ways outside, peering at the reddening sky and watching fractures open up throughout the park and town. Some of them looked at Steve in pity, watching as he grieved the one person that had believed in him from day one, the kid that gave him a family when he didn’t have one, and stuck by him even though Steve knew he was difficult to love. He wouldn’t recover from this, he couldn’t.

Steve’s grief overtook him and the raw pain that he was experiencing was enough for even the universe to have mercy on him. 

His mental break was strong enough to fracture time itself. Time rewinds and unravels.  The world goes black and when his eyes reopen, Steve is laying in his bed, all alone in his big house again. He goes back to a day when he still had a little brother, Max was still a bitchy little kid, and Eddie Munson had no knowledge of what the Upside Down was. And Steve makes a vow that he will not be going through that pain ever again. He was going to save them all.

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whitehank scug hours

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Shift at the chipshop last night and there was this one kid who must have been around 16 but looked younger, first job, big autistic vibes. Half the size of me working right next to me and clearly just super anxious the entire time but also chatting to me about jobs

Idk people are hard to read and I cant tell if he's just naturally shy or like. SUPER intimidated by this big friendly dude with way more job relevant experience than him deffering to him and asking his advice on stuff