#am i wrong thoo??

[thefailedabortioon]

he wouldve ate the softboy aesthetic.

[feyascorner]

okay first of all i ADORE ur writing… wanna take a bite out of it..

anyway… uh… can i uhh… order a uhh…. astarion x tav.. and like..tav has a fucking insane pain tolerance and always has.. and like… uhh… one time she gets fucking TOTALED in a fight and like obvi it would hurt… and shes like crying subconsciously.. and when some1 points it out shes like “what???? why am i crying wtf???” and like looks down and is just fucking BLEEDING… n then.. astarion comfort…

only if u want thoo!!!!

a/n. Im like the exact opposite I'm very dramatic about the slightest pain but this is such a cute request so Ty!! ALSO PLS EXCUSE IF THIS IS A LITTLE CLUNKY I HAD TO TYPE THIS OUT W MY FINGERS🫠🫠

Astarion is grateful for your tolerance to pain.

Of course, he doesn't particularly enjoy watching you in pain, but he’s no fool. He knows the sting and the soreness that comes after he drinks from your neck. Well, at least, it should sting. However, it never seemed to bother you, and for that, he's forever grateful for it.

These strange sentiments expand past his thirst for blood, as the relief he feels when you’re battered up after a battle and you smile at him as if nothing’s wrong is incomparable to any other feeling he’s felt.

That relief does not come currently, however.

The battle was nearly hopeless. Overwhelmed in number, mages casting counterspell, fighters constantly aiming at you…he’s lost track of it all. By some miracle you and your companions stand victorious, and when he sees that you offer Karlach a lopsided smile, confirming that you're fine, he reaches to pick up one of his daggers.

“Tav—what in the hells, are you okay?”

It’s then that he spots the way your lip quivers and tears glisten threateningly at your eyes. And when you meet his own, they begin to drip down your cheeks like crystals and roll off your chin. He's seen you in tears before, but out of something more positive—not from pain. Before he can even tell what he's doing, he's rushing toward you.

“Why are you—” he sees the blood seeping from your stomach, and his face would've gone pale if he could.

You finally lift your hands to your face, eyes wide when your fingertips brush against the dampness of your cheeks. “Oh. Why am I?…”

Shadowheart scrambles to scrimmage around her bag. “Here, let me—gods, where did I—did we use all the healing potions?—”

“Oh for hells sake. Because you're bleeding!” Astarion hisses, his hand intertwining with yours as he drags you toward the nearest tree where he sits you down. He freezes when you flinch but you shake your head, wiping at your eyes. Your other companions are still searching the enemy corpses for anything that might relieve you of the pain, but they're taking far too long for his liking.

“I’m okay, it doesn't really hurt that much.”

“You’re crying.”

“I didn't even know I was-” you wince.

His eyes narrow. “Lay down.”

“What? No, I’m really fine!”

“Gods, love, please for once, listen to me. It’s quite straining to watch you clamber around with that ghastly wound on your stomach.”

You frown, but he guides you down anyway, careful to lay down your head against the grass. “Now wait patiently. Maybe if we’re lucky, our dear friends will find a potion before I start developing wrinkles.”

A momentary silence hangs in the air. It’s by no means uncomfortable, but there are words on the tip of his tongue he wishes to say. And when he notices you staring, he sighs.

“If you're hurt, tell us. I don't care how high your pain tolerance is—if you're hurt, call us. Call me. Don't be a fool and bleed out over a few enemies when we’ve been through so much worse.”

The sincerity in his voice is almost embarrassing. But with the way you're watching him so seriously, he can't bring himself to dwell on such irrelevant factors.

Then, you smile again, as if you've forgotten about the pain. “How minor can the pain be for me to call you?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Can I call you when I stub a toe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I will.”

He stares at you with lidded eyes and you laugh. He feels the weight on his shoulders get a bit lighter.

“You may call for me whenever you wish.”

[k3m1y4]

‘ I’m walking my fish! ‘

megumi x gn!reader ! pt. 2

tw: megumi x reader before i post the other fic imo. i can’t rearrange my photos anymoree :( had to make a solution to it ehe, i don’t mind the problem but it’s annoying ngl. ooc! megumi? nicknames like megs, ass, etc. swearing is included.

plot: showing megumi your newly bought fish:D!

pt. 1, pt. 3, not last part ehe… if you guys want a textfic just go ahead and drop a request w/ megumi (if you guys want to continue this!) read the first part first thoo

4:16 AM

megs:

seriously?

you:

aren’t they cute though 😍😍😍?!!!! They were pretty cheap so i bought themm :333

megs:

you called me for this?

you:

yes, i have thought you have been wondering what has been going on my wonderful and happy life. (unlike yours.)

megs:

Well I don’t.

you:

y’know you’re still talking to me right bbg 😏?

megs:

never use that emoji ever again.

you:

how about no 😏?

megs:

i’m leaving.

you:

i take back my forbidden, and hurtful words towards you, I have reflected my own actions in guilt. I declare I am in the wrong. (are you in a bad mood tf 😦)

megs:

yes. now leave me alone.

you:

yes sir, yes sir🫡.

you:

well this didn’t end well…. BUT WAIT….

you:

STOP LEAVING ME ON READ.

you:

RESPOND NOWWWWW😡😡🤬🤬😤😤😤

you:

i’m going to your house at 5 if you don’t respond right now. i’m going to break your door down again if you don’t respond to your rightful master 🤬🤬😤😤😡🤬🤬🤬

megs:

what?

you:

what do you think i should name the fishies 😳😳😳😳????

megs:

megumi.

you:

you have a crush on me?

megs:

.

you:

DON’T HIT ME WITH THE ‘ . ’

you:

AWW C’MONNNNNNNN 😡😡😡😡!!!!!

read

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ACH… anyways. if you guys need a next part js comment i’m willing too 💗💗💗

[typicalopposite]

Heyyy, I hope you’re well!💖 I’m soooo obsessed with your “every time I fly” fic it’s all I’ve been thinking about the past 2 days seriously 😭🥹🙌 I would love love love to see Tommy’s point of view or a scene of someone comforting him before the accident 🤧 totally get that you probably already have a plan for the fic thoo but just wanted to spread da love anyway and share!! ❤️‍🔥

Ahhhh! 🫶🫶🫶 I am feeling better from yesterday! And I JUST FINISHED chapter 4 (5om ao3 cause of the prologue) so of course I’ll give you a little Tommy POV! I do actually have a plan to turn the backstory I wrote here into a full fic, especially now that I have angsted a little too hard towards Buck and I feel the need to detail everything that happened with Jay and why Tommy feels like he’s to blame even though Buck was in the wrong! 🫣 but that will be after this fic is finished! Anyway!

Here you go 🫶🫶

Tommy lays on his couch, staring absentmindedly at his TV. He couldn’t tell you a single thing that’s happening on it, but the background noise is just about to lull him (finally) to sleep. If he doesn’t get some soon he might go insane. But to be fair… he feels like he’s gone insane already. Insane with grief, definitely… insane with guilt… for sure.

He should have never kept this a secret. Now it’s all coming back and ruining his life all over again.

There's a knock at his door. Loud thuds to the tune shave and a haircut. Tommy groans and pulls the throw pillow over his head to muffle them. He knows who it is already… They have a key.

“T-Bone!” Sal says equally as loud, pushing the door open. He hears his heavy feet trample across the entryway. If he gets dirt on the rug… he’s dead. There's a shuffle and two small thuds, then the footsteps sound much softer. Tommy can’t help the small smile that works its way to his face. He’s threatened Sal’s life many times about tracking dirt into his house. Seems he’s finally learned. “There you are!” Sal says walking into the living room.

“Here I am…” Tommy repeats, not meaning for it to come out quite so sarcastic, but… it’s been a very stressful week. He pushes himself up to sit, and looks up at Sal.

“Damn, T! You look like shit!” Tommy does his best to attempt to kill his so-called friend with a glare… it doesn’t work, and Sal plops down beside him. “Come on, it can’t be that bad…”

“He found out about Jay…”

“Oh,” Sal leans back into the cushion. “Well… did you tell him—”

Tommy shakes his head, rubs at his eyes. “Fucking Gerard mentioned him…” he says. “And then Evan just sprung it on me… and I panicked.”

“So… what does he know then?”

“He saw the articles… he knows we dated,” Tommy shrugs, burying his face in his hands.

“That’s all?” Tommy doesn’t respond. “Wait… that’s all? He dumped you… for that?” Tommy nods, face still covered, he tries to breathe and it comes out a sob. “The hell, T?!” Sal pushes to his feet, turning towards Tommy, and grabs him by the arm, hauling him up. “Come on… you are done wallowing over this kid…”

“What… where are we going?”

“Out!” Sal says, grabbing his and Tommy’s shoes from the doorway

[lxkeee]

Francis,azrael and [name] is dazzlings coded trio you can't change my mind dude.

I mean cmon azreal and francis are aria and sonato while [name] is adagio.The other two would fight while [name] just watch with bored look on her face..

And what if when they are in their human forms.They sing like the dazzlings just for fun duhhh and don't get me wrong these three would just giggle and shit for the choas/dramas they had made XD

And just imagine thoo feancis is like just don't care about anything what will care if it's serious.While azrael would be exposing that they are angels which [name] just says it's joke:P

I might make drawing of these three thehehe:3

Have amazing day/evening/night<3

Azrael and Reader met Francis when they were on earth, the poor dude just so happen to bump into them lmao and a very weird friendship happened.

Francis, a lower ranked virtue angel. Same height as Husk. Azrael is literally looming over him. Slightly tanned skin but not enough to be considered like brown, just a little bit. Dark brown hair with hints of black, wolfcut hairstyle. Black eyes. Wears a white t-shirt with a knitted dark brown sweater on top and some black pants. Two pairs of wings, one on his jack and one small ones behind his head. Soft looking facial expression, looks tired 24/7. Very introverted. Dissociates a lot.

Yes, I am basing him off the gorion bird or also known as house sparrow lmao.

Very introverted, accidentally got adopted into the group by Azrael and Reader.

Azrael pissed off Francis as the taller man would mock the other man's height.

The two had this weird love-hate relationship.

Francis after getting added to the friend group, gets dragged to very important seven duties.

The seven virtues ft. Francis.

He's just there offering emotional support.

Azrael and [y/n]: *doing their jobs*

Francis (at the sidelines cuz they dragged him with them): 😐👍

“I love his lack of energy, go boy give us nothing!” —Azrael, maybe

Francis often spends the majority of his free time in his bird form. Often can be found nesting in Azrael's hair.

Azrael won't push him away but will complain.

“I swear to our creator if you shit on my hair I'll fry you and eat you.”

“Don't worry, I'll shit on your shoes instead.”

Man has no fear.

Reader is tired if their banter.

Francis and Reader gets along well as they are depression buddies as what Azrael calls them.

If Francis accidentally trips he won't move because his motivation disappeared the moment he lost control of his body because that means he lost control of his life and therefore don't feel like doing anything anymore.

Literally, he won't move for days.

Azrael had to pick him up like a sack of potatoes to move him.

Francis sleeps a lot, anywhere and anytime.

Azrael is tired of his dry ass humor 😭

Reader likes it though cuz she has the same humor as Francis.

God please help Azrael's poor soul.

All three of them have the humor of a middle school boy.

“Look at how big that clock is in hands.” -someone

*cue the muffled laughter*

Laughs at the sentences "It's very hard" or "I'm coming" even if the context is innocent.

[echo600]

Man i am so intriged by this whole stiling forniture thing, i can't even sleep lol. It this will be long sorry, also english is not my first language sorry for the wrong writing

Like as a Forever viwer i don't think its him, even if he want's drama he doesn't want to be a dictator, even if chat incentivates him to, so he just want every one to do the decisions using an onest voting sistem it would't make sanse for him to frame bad just to incentivate the vote, besides there is no need is the one with most votes, also he said he personaly would vote for the luckyduck to be nerf.

I thougth it would be q!Bad but i don't think he would pull the act for so long, and hide it from the voices, he could be doing a duble maxter plan like do it and pretand that he is being framed to nanipulate every one and get the voting sistem chage, but holy moly that would be too much even for him to do.

I saw a teory that it could be Q!Pac that after all the stress would have develope a sleep-walking thing, because 1 he woke up at the favelas even thoo that was not were he loged out, 2 it could explain why Richas was acting weird he was just traing to protect his dad, and 3 Richas gave Q!Pac and Q!Cellbit a book to read of stream 👀

I strongly belive that it could be q!aypierre, just to see the world burning, it would not be the first time, maybe it was just a me thing but he was acting kinda weird, he also fide out a way to cheate in the voting sistem, he was beside q!forever the whole time but all of a sudden he started to defend q!bad, richas also acted that way.

And i don't think it was q!cellbit he was REALLY MAD it has being some time since i last saw him this mad (character) he was so relived when he saw that they didn't stole the wedding cake 😅

[yttsimp]

Heeello =} good morning to you!! I hope your day has been going alright so far ahah. I not all too sure if making requests now is the best outcome for you, but do definitely make sure to take your time with everything or perhaps even a small break if you're busy<33

Thoo, is perhaps a Ranger x motherly reader who ends up getting sick during the garbo game okay? Like, they are normally the one who genuinely want to care for him instead and make sure he's being treated well, them getting sick would be kind of a how the tables have turned moment. Buuut, because of the sickness they're having (maybe just a seizure in a high stage?) they're in a state of confusion most of the time and often end up sharing information that definitely WASN'T supposed to just come out of them out of the blue (Basically 🧠👉🏻🗑️)

Them still being in the state where they have zero clue what they're even saying just end up confirming that they like him as a romantic interest😭 despite him 100% teasing them for getting sick beforehand, I can't help but be really curious about his response to that confession in particular.

Genuinely adore your mannerisms for your writing, wish you good days hon💞

I am so sorry for the wait!! This one is really crappy I'm sorry ;-;

Rio Ranger x Motherly!Sick!Reader

Flavor: Rio Ranger x gn reader

Headcanons under the cut v

Ranger is certain he hates you

He's certain he hates how doting you are on him, like he's some sort of kid

He's certain he wants to deck you so bad, and that if it weren't for the rules of the game he'd do it

He's definitely sure he hates how you look out for him

You're supposed to be afraid of him! Even just being intimidated would be better than you caring for him like you do!

He's not on your side, he's completely against you! He wants all of you to die!

So why are you being so nice to him?

He doesn't understand at all. He's so put off by your caring nature towards him.

Then you mysteriously fall ill one day.

At first he's a huge tease.

"How the hell did you even get sick in here?? You must have the immune system of a hundred year old."

He teases you like that for a while, but it isn't long before he begins to notice how...confused you seem to be.

Why are your words suddenly so sweet? I mean, you've always been sweet to him but you seem to be getting a lot more direct with your words.

He figures your illness is just making you more sickeningly sweet than usual.

Still...something irks him. He isn't sure what he's feeling.

Why is he wondering when you'll get better?

No, it's definitely because he's already sick of your saccharine crap.

As he enters the medical room you're resting in while Safalin treats your illness, you look at him with a dazed expression.

"What are you looking at?"

"You're pretty."

He straight up bluescreens for a moment, trying to process what you just said to him.

Him? Pretty?? What is wrong with you today?

"Wow, I already thought you were stupid before, but you seem to be even more braindead today."

"I like you a lot."

He's gone again for a few seconds. When he comes back to earth he's certain he's pissed off. Why else would he feel like he's about to explode?

He wants to yell at you so bad, but he doesn't seem to know what he wants to say.

Why won't his words come out?

Finally, he speaks.

"You really are even more of an idiot today."

That's all he can really say before he forces a laugh and leaves the room, tired of looking at your stupid red face.

But for some reason, he can't seem to get your confession out of his head.

Why is he so bothered by it?? It's just some stupid words coming out of a stupid person's mouth.

He doesn't know it yet, but he isn't as angry about your confession as he thinks he is. In fact, he's somehow...relieved.

Maybe he'll admit that to himself one day, but for now, he'll just keep thinking he's mad at you.

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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How I'm feeling regarding the entirety of what I have read so far:

THAT IS WHAT THE RUNNING THEME OF THIS BOOK IS T-T LOSING MY MIND RN LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT EVERYONE NEEDS!! JUST. ONE. PERSON!

Xie Lian said, quite matter-of-factly, “Didn’t you ask me to believe you? I believe you. That’s it.”

ANOTHER THEME AHHHHHH LITERALLY CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF RN

Me saving you is just me following my own principles, that’s all,” Xie Lian replied.

HE SAID IT!!! I saw a lot of art and stuff about this and I finally got to read it! It was so sweet thoo lmao Feng xin is so savage tho

Feng Xin piped up. “You said it yourself, you very much wanted to be His Highness’ f-f-friend!

LMAOOOO MU QING HERE!! My man here really said ya, so plan A is DIE and forgot there are 25 more letters of the alphabet 😂

Mu Qing was so full of spirit earlier, but now his face paled. He raised his palms, closing his eyes, looking as if he was going to smash through his own skull first before he got burnt to death, so he could die more straightforwardly.

Xie Lian hastily cried, “WAITWAITWAITWAIT DON’T YOU BE RASH! I-I-I-I-I’VE GOT A PLAN!”

Mu Qing opened his eyes again. “WHAT PLAN?

CRYING IN THE CLUB!! I MISSED THE IDIOT TRIO SO MUCH!! THEY BONDING AGAIN T-T I can't nobody touch me rn I am SOOOO emotional rn

Loool them going from this:

“Will you both not air out each other’s dirty laundry at a time like this? What’s the point in hurting each other…”

To this:

Sweat rolled down Xie Lian’s forehead and he looked back. “Wait a sec, there’s no need to air mine out either?

Goushi leaves NO survivors lmaooo, def my fave dude ever

“I’m sure there’s at least a million vicious ghosts that have paid a visit to Mount Tong'lu,” Mu Qing said.

“DON’T INTERRUPT!” Guoshi exclaimed.

he ascended??? HUA CHENG ASCENDED?!?!? LOSING MY MIND (again) CUZ HE ASCENDED FOLLOWING XIE LIAN'S PRINCIPLES DJDNFJJF I CANT BELIEVE IT OH MY GOOOD

Literal chills at the whole battle going on but especially....

Since every one of Jun Wu’s strikes were aiming straight for Hua Cheng’s right eye!

NO ROUYE!!!

I WILL CRY NOOO PLEASE IM NOT SURE HOW MANY MORE DEATHS I CAN HANDLE PLZ NO ROUYE COME BACK

I-

“Xianle, did you actually believe that something like being pierced by the sword is something I have less experience in than you? Did you think I would care?”

Damnnnn I have no words

WTF?!?! DUDE JUN WU WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?? OH MY GOD?? I LITERALLY WANT TO PUT MY HAND IN THE BOOK AND MAKE HIM STOP

Jun Wu was expressionless, but his hand was ramming Xie Lian into the rocks like crazy, asking him repeatedly: “Does it hurt? Does it hurt?”

Guoshi exclaimed, “Your Highness!!!”

But, who knows who he was calling for.

AND THEN UGH WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER!! THIS!! IT'S JUST LIKE THE SCENE WITH THE STABBINGBSJDJDJDJF oh my God EXCEPT NOW HE KNOWS WHO HE IS AND IS CONFIDENT IN HIMSELF AND ITS NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE AND I WILL CRY OR SCREAM OR SMT AHHHHHHHHHHGHDHFJ

Xie Lian’s bloody hands pushed against the uneven surface of the rocky wall, gritting his teeth as he roared, “…IT HURTS!!!”

“WILL YOU CHANGE? WILL YOU CHANGE? WILL YOU CHANGE??”

It was as if Xie Lian had gone mad too, and he gripped Jun Wu’s arms, roaring, “I WON’T! I WON’T! I WON’T CHANGE!!!”

Even though the smashing was making him see stars, incomparably painful, he held this breath in stubbornly, refusing to give the desired answer at all, and cried out as he roared. “I JUST WON’T CHANGE! EVEN IF IT’S PAINFUL I WON’T CHANGE, EVEN IF I DIE I WON’T CHANGE, I WILL NEVER CHANGE!!!”

I'm just..... I cant....I love Xie Lian so much..this dude deserves the whole world and I'm just so emotional and proud of how far he's come and who he is as a person and he STILL Goss through trials and tribulations but look at how strong he stays in mind, body, and soul and the-

That!

But Hua Cheng gripped his shoulders. “So what? They’re just millions of fools, they’re all useless trash! But for you, one person is enough!”

One person was enough?

Xie Lian hadn’t yet wrapped his head around it before Hua Cheng pulled him close.

Xie Lian’s eyes widened.

Spiritual power exploded and rushed in.

Those two bands of fetters, that had constrained him for eight hundred years, had burst and shattered!

THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING HUA CHENG IT'S JUST ONE PERSON U NEED

Also

IF SMT HAPPENS TO HUA CHENG I PROMISE YOU I WILL ABSOLUTELY BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF JUN WU I SWEAR TO GOD I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED

but the way the power of love is what helped them win lmao

BUT I DONT HAVE A GOOD FEELING ABOUT THIS RN I CANT I AM SO EMOTIONAL FOR SO MANY DIFFERENT REASONS I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS SCENE BUT I CANT SEEM TO SAY ANYTHING AAHHH

[nulltune]

🌼🌸 anon here to make your day a bit sweeter !! you're an amazing person and i hope you've had an amazing start of the week. now, onto some nosy questions: where do you get your inspiration for your character(s) from? are there specific types of medias that have influenced the way you write or maybe even specific writers (maybe even from the rpc)? anyways, i hope your week continues to be sweet and amazing because the best of the best is what you deserve, dear friend !!

🥺🥺 YOU HAVE INDEED MADE MY DAYS (cuz i sure took my sweet time answerin this 😳🤪) A LOT BETTER AND A LOT SWEETER ANONN <333 (flower nonnie?? 🌼🌸 nonnie??) aaa i hope u had a great day too!!!! here's to an amazing week for da both of us !! 🥳 I FRIKKIN LOVE QUESTIONS BTW THEY'RE NOT NOSY AT ALL!!!! talking abt hakuno is my hobby y'know 😌

for inspiration, ohhh boy there is a Lot. this moon lady just lives in my mind rent free always!!! ngl tho i feel like my biggest inspo would be .... the little details about her from canon that i just think could've been soooo interesting if they explored it more! don't get me wrong i love how she is in canon (i fell in love with her after all 🥺🥺) but post-extra content is just big ehh to me and i feel like could've done so much more with her but didn't ^_T so i wanna do hakuno moar justice!! 😤 but also the way i wanna write her <3 which is why i really cherrypick a lot of stuff from canon tho i do inspo from it ! hakuno inspo is around every corner but just to list a few- the little mermaid story in general, anything related to artificial intelligence learning emotions / how to love, the nightingale and the rose by oscar wilde, a Lot of mili songs (bathtub mermaid, string theocracy, a turtle's heart, world.execute(me);, nine point eight, etc.), some characters from other media too, iT'S A LONG LIST!!

ohh nonnie my writing style is a mess 😭 /lh i don't know if i can name anything but as i said, hakuno is in da mind 24/7 so if i read or watch something and it gives me some hakuno muse, i keep a lil note of it or just keep it somehow! for example, i read the travelling cat chronicles recently (SO GOOD BTW YOU SHOULD READ IT 😭😭👍❤️❤️) and i read it on my phone so i screencapped every hakunocore parts hehe. like this lil bit! (btw yes i think this stray cat has some very hakunocore qualities. What Of It!)

if i like the way something was written, i simply go 😳📸. that's basically it tbh!! the rpc is a huge inspo to me too thoo!! hakuno's my fav character ever and rping is basically hakuno meeting all sorts of fun muses and characters. how could i not love that!!! i usually read asks that get posted on da dash cuz they're like a nice lil treat 💖 threads require more context and i am simply too slow and late for that </3 i always enjoy seeing my mutuals post tho!!! and i will expose myself here and say that i sometimes stalk dem blogs a little bc i want to read Moar ok........ *insert that one gif of the cursed emoji reaching out of the screen*

AND THANK YOU, DEAR NONNIE!!! i am very excited for da weekend my fav ever 🥳🥳 i hope u have a super great week too!! 💞💞 treat yourself to something nice why doncha! i slide a virtual dollar bill to u -winks-

[viciciciinn]

I'm just your helper, am I not?

Minister x vice minsiter

*normal school day*

-"n-no, I can't do it! I don't know how to talk to people, take notes or anything! I wont be a good helper for you-"

-"Believe me Val, you will be the best helper I ever had. Didn't you see the others? They did nothing but stand there picking their noses."

-"D..Do you seriously think so? That's a lot coming from you." she giggles saying that.

-"Okay are you going to help me or not? There is no going back if you don't want to fall from being the teachers favorite to being the student that no teacher believes in."

sigh.

-"Okay, if you want it so much. I'll do it, only for you tho."

-"Great, I'll tell the teacher." she winks saying that

-"..Oh god. C-can I do this? I don't think I even have a choice to go back..I, I can't!..HEY WAIT!..L-LILAC!!" she was gone already.

She felt an arm touch her

-"EEK!! M-MAY!? YOU SCARED ME!"

-"Aha, why are you such a scaredy cat? And what was going on? You were mumbling about something.."

-"...I um.."

-"Come on girl, spit it out."

-" I think im going to be the vice minister.." She groans like she was about to die, nothing but a helper at this point.

-"Ooo, a helper for her? Could be a start of a love story"

-"S-SHUT UP!!" She hits her, not hard tho.

-"Ahaha! Okay calm down..You guys would be a cute couple thoo~"

-"MAAAAAY!!" they keep running around while may was running for her life.

-"OKAY OKAY STOPP. IM SORRY!!" She starts giggling.

-"Why are you even blushing that much.... I just made a joke!" They were both out of breath. About to faint.

-"I.....ugh."

-"Okay she's coming, wish you luck with your new girlfriend~~"

-"UGH! MAY!!" she tried to yell but may already got away.

-" What's wrong Val? Don't you want to be the vice minister anymore?"

-"..." she knew her emotions were visible and showing that she was sad and trying to hide it. But how couldnt Lilac notice that?

-"Val?? Heyy?" ..

-" I really need to go, see you soon." She grabs her books and her bag, storming out of the class.

-" VAL!..." It was no use to yell.

-"...Did I do something wrong?.."

Val was near the entry, trying to brush off every negative feelings she had. But she couldn't, of course.

-"Why can't I just keep my emotions to myself." She starts sobbing, hoping no one will see her in this position.

-" *sniff* am I even a use to be the vice minister, I can't even talk to people normal without fukcing things up." Her phone starts buzzing..It's from Lilac, she doesn't answer it, trying to wipe the tears.

-"VAL WAIT UP!" It's May running after her, they did walk to school and back to their houses every day since grade 4.

-"!!" Val starts running faster. May doesn't understand what's wrong with her.. Was she mad?

-"VAL!? ARE YOU OKA-" Val turns to her looking mad with tear drops falling.

-"Oh, uh..Y-yeah I'm okay, sorry for that." She wipes her tears. (Shut up it's not cringe 🙁)

-".. Okay if you say so, shall we go home?"

-"..mhm." she nods her head and starts walking.

. . .

-"Okay see you Val." They were in the entrance of Val's house.

-"Oh, uh..Thanks for coming with me.."

-"..Sure, no problem at all."

May watches Val go inside so she could go back to her house.

*Val's house*

-"Oh, hi honey! How was school?"

-"Hi mom, yeah it was okay." She runs into her room after a little chat between her mom.

-"Dinner is read-.. Nevermind then."

*Val's room*

-"..Was I too mean?." She puts her back away and gets in her pjs, looking at her phone and..Oh?

-"Huh? Lilac..Called me and messaged me a lot.." She closes her phone as she sighs.

-"Guess I'll just go to sleep to feel better."

. . .

*Next day*

-"HUH!?... SHIT SHIT SHIT MY ALARM DIDN'T RING!" She starts running around to get ready, fast..

-".." Her eyes went straight to her phone, seeing so many unread messages from...Yeah Lilac.

-Val?

-Did I do something wrong?

-Are you okay?

-..Are you ignoring me?

-Please text me back im getting worried.

And much more with a "goodnight, stay safe." Message at the end of the notifications.

-"oh." she lets a slight groan while getting her bag.

-"I don't even want to talk to anyone after this, did I really make her that worried?"

"VALL!! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Her mom yelled downstairs.

-"I KNOW MOM!" She grabs her phone and runs downstairs.

-"Oh, Val I made your lunchbox for today since you forgot to do it tomorrow."

-"..Thanks Mom." She grabs her Lunchbox, ties her shoes and goes out.

-"oh." May didn't wait for her, she was heartbroken but who would care.

-"Guess ill walk by myself again." She starts walking to school.

*Class*

-"MAY I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR HER NO MATTER HOW LATE SHE I-"

-"Well I guess she's here now. Happy?"

-"..pft." Lilac looked annoyed from May.

-"Hi Vall!" May hugs her.

-"..Yeah, hi."

-"...Val you okay?" Asks Lilac, but gets no answer.

Val puts her bag away and starts sketching like no one talked to her

-"Uh..Heyy?? I'm right here." ..no answer.

-"Lilac, I think she wants to be left alone." Says May, but surely she's worried too.

-"Val, tell me what happened?" She puts her arm over Val's shoulder but gets pushed.

-"..." She walks away.

-"Shit, i guess that joke that I did yesterday really touched her.

-"Shut up May." Lilac was sad but didn't show it, she has to be strong or else it's no use.

-"..Damn alright."

Lilac goes after Val, she was curious about what was wrong with her.

-"Val."

-"!!..." Val starts running.

-"VAL STOP RUNNING AWAY!"

-"LEAVE ME ALONE LILAC!" She had angry tears forming as she ran away.

-"tch." Lilac runs after her.

*rooftop*

-"..." Val was sobbing.

-"Val.."

-"Didn't I tell you to go away and leave me alone." Her eyes were red.

-"." Lilac grabs her hand.

-"You know we're still in the same class right? No matter how much you're going to ignore me you will have to talk to me since you are the vice m-"

-"SHUT UP!"

-".." Lilac was shocked seeing her that mad.

-"JUST...SHUT UP, AM I ACTUALLY NOTHING ELSE THAN YOU THEN JUST A HELPER? IM NO USE TO YOU IN ANY KIND OF WAY, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU WILL TRY I WILL NEVER BE THE PERFECT HELPER YOU NEED. STOP MAKING ME FEEL BETTER AND JUST...D-don't talk to me." Val realized how much she was yelling.

-" I- ....I'm sorry, i yelled too much..-"

Lilac hugged her.

-".. Don't be sorry."

-"...W-what are you doing."

-"It's alright to feel that, why didn't you tell me how you felt before? Instead of ignoring me you could've told me this earlier..I wouldn't want to make you do a job you didn't want..But still, didn't you want it yourself too?"

-"..." Val had no words for that.

-".." Lilac wipes Val's tears.

-"It's all okay now, you're more than my helper."

Note: AAAAA THIS WAS SO GOOD TO WRITEE!!

I've actually took this idea from my friend and me that is in the same class with me!

I really love writing stories but I could never find anything to write. And I don't know much about Turkish literature even tho I was born in Turkey. It was hard for me since our language exams were about writing and I messed it up a lot but English made me better since I really loved roleplaying and creating little stories for my OC's!

About my friend, she was the minister and I wanted to be the vice minister! Well yeah my anxiety did kind of mess things up for me in that time but I still had fun being a help for her.

(and yeah one time I did get hurt and ignored her for a day 💀)

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[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Hi again. I'm back to semi keep myself sane

CONTENT WARNING: SELF HARM

Well not to say addiction isn't a form of sh lmfao. Still just incase

I'm just gon say it. Uh I'm writing this because I ended my nearly year long streak of not cutting. I don't really do it often so I don't bother keeping track of when I do it specifically. But yeh. I did it out of frustration towards myself, R, my family, this fucking job, my money, my loans.. I'm just so angry and I don't know what to do. I thought I'd just sob a lil and make myself feel better with that. Didn't work ofc. Even now that I did that to myself I couldn't bring myself to cry 💀

I miss being able to get high in these situations. I feel like I did in college again. Those days walking around feeling completely lost on what to do next. Everything is irritating me and I'm just over it. I never wanted this shit you know?

I'm slightly disappointed in myself. I always told myself I was just tryna be like everyone else when I started cutting myself. Tho I know it's just me being hard on myself. I used to bite/scratch myself and pull my hair out before so it's not entirely fair to say that. But still like. Why couldn't I just punch a wall or something damn 😭😭

Anyway. I alsoo found about 500mg around my room. I had so many pills under my drawer. Plus all the pills I spilled around when I tried to kms while half conscious from the attempt not even a full 2 hours before. I thought i did a good job of throwing away the loose pills after the fact buut ig at some point I made a lil stashe. I've just been staring at them. I want some so bad but I know once I take them I'm buying some more. I have that bad. I can't just have one good experience. I have to have it again and again until it's completely stale. I really stopped taking pills daily in November and took my last pill in early December. I'm scared of what I'll do if I give in. But should I care?

Mmm... my leg is on fire. Sorry if this is too much info. It's hard to focus on what to say next. All I can think about is the pills, how mad I am, annnd my thigh. I don't think it's enough tbh. The fact that I'm still babbling is proof enough.

Well. Speaking of which. A huge apology for some of my older posts. I upset myself rereading my old trip reports. They were awful. I never realized how much I was dealing with at the time. 2022 was the worst year of my life. No doubt. But I WISH I didn't go into so much detail into my personal issues. On one hand, it was good for me as I could let out everything with no filter. Thoooo on the other, that is not what this page was ever supposed to be and I hate that you have to sift the relevant info from my personal drama. I'm tryna be better about that shit. Not everything needs to be said. Plus, I needa be better about thinking about what I'm thinking lol. I feel like im way more irrational than I've ever truly paid attention to. Blasting this place with that isn't thr smartest thing either way. I'll be from here on trying to focus on the bigger shit making me feel rhe way I do.

Oh uh. Well my dumbass inhaled my edibles the other day tryna make myself feel better. My dad made me some to try to replace my dph/pen habit with "real weed" but I've never liked it much. I don't really like weed period for whatever reason. When I'm mixing it with pills I like it but on its own... no. I get really paranoid but so out of it I can't think my way through it. Least with dph I would get paranoid or hear/see something and I'd just forget to be scared. My dislike has led me to eat them fairly infrequently keeping my tolerance kinda low. Thoo I ate about 4x my normal dose annnd as fun as I thought it'd be, I found it more annoying than anything.

I'm in therapy now. I uh don't know how much I like my therapist thus far. He seems so interested in building better habits and not as much fixing whatever's wrong with me. He honestly sounds like he's already given up on me. On my first appointment, he asked about previous visits to therapists. I had only been to one and I was a kid so I didn't understand or take it as seriously as I should have. But apparently I show signs of something deeper going on and talk therapy is "usually not very productive" for people like me. He's focused on getting me medicated and teaching me better coping skills are his main focus from the sounds of it. Tho then again, I've been filling out paperwork and doing minimal speaking so ig he's off the hook 💀💀

Man recommended me to come in 2x a week for the time being. Part of me questions if this is for me or just for him to fill his time slots as quick as possible. Especially with me not having any appointments this week due to his schedule being full LMFAOO. I'm not mad really. I'm just hoping from here out I can actually do the damn 2x a week. I wanna get this treatment shit over with.

Okay well. This one's served its purpose. I'm exhausted and my leg hurts so bad. I wanna sleep it off. Gn

[theaspers]

i kinda thought that mc was already a part of the student council for some reason? but maybe this is to make it more official? it does seem like a major move since only the seven brothers + dia and barb are on the council. i sure hope the trials aren’t like the ones last season though bc that was kinda. boring lmao

[shoobjuice]

[surrepo-iuvenisdomina]

💜 kaya / jake ;)

💜: who is more likely to say “I love you” first?

/ As much as I want to say the very first person to make the first move is Kaya, I refuse to let it slip because it would be too ooc after a year of having her as my muse and re-reading Syrup Village Arc for the fourth time which leaves the other party to be the answer [ Jake ]. 

We all know Jake [ seriously if you don’t then go read it ] has suffered both emotional and physically for at least eight years ever since the events of the Project X-7. There is trauma after so much pain, fear, and rejection that has only been healed by two persons, which are Jake’s adoptive parents. They literally opened their arms to welcome him to a life where he could be free and genuinely loved, which was something incredibly meaningful to him at that time until of course, the Marines found him once again and executed them. 

I think he would be the first one to say such thing because Kaya did the same thing his parents did even if she does not know about his status as a criminal nor knows about his story. She might have a carefree personality and she might have been betrayed but she still believes in the goodness of people, which is why she lets him in. She expresses how genuinely she cares for him even if it is in a platonic sort of way at first. He is clearly taken off guard by that because he cannot believe she is actually risking her life —again, without her knowing in the beginning —and she is showing him there are people who are willing to accept him as he is. I believe he will turn out to be more protective when he realizes he needs to heal in order to be able to move on, and in an act of vulnerability, he will let those words slip.

As for Kaya’s part, all I can say is that the reasons why she is not the one admitting her feelings first is because of society —and her personality but that is on a LESSER extent because she always pushes her feelings away for the sake of other people’s wellbeing—. She is the second most important person in her hometown, so it is very likely people are always on the watch of her actions, putting her in a vulnerable place where even if she wanted to act upon her feelings, she just could not in fear of what people might think —that without counting the cliché of two people being from opposite classes, leading to a secret / forbidden / scandalous / and all the adjectives fitting for this situation romance where love wins at the end—.

send me a ship with a heart and I’ll tell you… \ @captivusborn and @sfregiato-tramonto 

[thefandom-casserole]

i got stuck in quicksand on a third grade field trip and lost my boots so that's cool. guess which moot i am

Oh jeez this is harder than I thought it would be. and I don’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings

Hm. I’m thinking either Snekky or Forevergreen I’m probably wrong thoo

How do you just randomly get stuck in quicksand at a field trip?!?

[athenagrantnash]

I’m finally back in the writing mood, so have a sneak peek for the next chapter of The Aftermath which should be out tomorrow or the day after

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Sixteen months ago

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“Daaaaaaaad,” Christopher called cheerfully, hobbling out of the kitchen, Abuela right behind him with a plate of cookies in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. “Close your eyes!”

Eddie grinned. “You know I only need my nose to know what you’re bringing in here,” he laughed, complying with Christopher’s order.

“Yes…” Christopher said, clearly waiting to finish his sentence until he got closer. Eddie felt his son brush up against his knees as the two finally got to the couch.

“...But this part is a surprise.” Christopher was barely holding in his laughter.

Eddie opened his mouth to ask what he was talking about, but before he could a very delicious, very chocolate covered cookie was shoved in his mouth.

“You can open your eyes now!” Christopher declared, laughing that full belly laugh Eddie loved so much. The laugh he hadn’t heard since Shannon died.

He opened his eyes, pretending the lump in his throat was just a bit of cookie. “Mmmph fmupth…” he said, making a show of talking around the cookie.

Christopher laughed even harder, his eyes half closed in delight. Eddie glanced up at Abuela, still standing behind Christopher. Her eyes were moist as she looked down proudly at Christopher.

“Now, now, Eddie,” she chided, setting down the cookies and milk.“What have I told you about talking with your mouth full?”

“Thoo nopht do ith,” Eddie answered cheekily around his cookie. He was rewarded with another belly laugh from Christopher.

“No respect!” Abuela exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “You have no respect, Edmundo!”

Eddie swallowed his cookie. “I’m sorry Abuela,” he grinned cheekily.

Abuela reached down and stroked his cheek fondly for a moment. “Now you get to help me clean up the kitchen while Christopher enjoys his snack,” she told him.

“Yes ma’am!” Eddie jumped to his feet. “Only two cookies, little man,” he told Christopher.

“Only two?” Christopher pouted, his eyes sparkling.

“Okay fine, three,” Eddie conceded. His kid knew exactly how to get what he wanted from him, but after that laugh… he couldn’t say no.

He stood where he was for a moment, watching as Christopher took a large bite of his cookie as he reached for the milk before following Abuela into the kitchen.

Abuela was already washing the dishes when he walked in. “That was the first time he’s laughed that hard since Shannon…” Eddie swallowed back the lump in his throat as he reached for a drying rag.

“He takes after both his parents,” Abuela said gently. “He is strong, he will become okay.”

Eddie nodded and reached for a dish, carefully wiping it dry. “Abuela, I need you to promise me something,” he said softly.

Abuela turned off the faucet and faced him fully, giving him the silence he needed to figure out what he needed to say. His baba’s words from the day after Shannon’s funeral echoed in his mind. “He hasn’t been here long enough to put down roots…” “you’re wrong,” he whispered silently to the memory.

“Promise me that if anything happens to me… promise you won’t let my parents uproot Christopher again,” he said finally.

“Eddie, you know I am too old to take care of him myself,” Abuela reminded him gently. “I can’t promise you that.”

Eddie smiled softly. “Well I’m not planning on anything happening to me, but if it does…” he hesitated, not sure if he should even say it. “If it does, I want Buck to get custody of him.”

Abuela nodded seriously. “I promise,” she said, before her face crinkled into a grin. “So… Buck?” she asked archly.

Eddie laughed softly. “It’s not like that…” he tilted his head slightly, “... exactly…”