#and he thinks that just makes him so special that he doesnt have to do anything

[sleepincrow]

contains: toxic behaviour, toxic!reader this was itching my brain, idk what to tell you. i like having morally ambigious reader... or idk, is it too tame? i have no idea where the line meets and ends when it comes to dark shit cus i usually stay in the other side of the line. whenever i think of dark stuff its in a comedic-ish light and everything turns fluffy in the end idfk. tell me what else i should add in the warnings 😞

edit: i made it readable, i should really start readproofing.

hear me out..

reader who doesnt do anything when their boyfriend is mean. like theyre just generally pissed off and huffing at you when youre trying to greet them with open arms and a warm smile when they come home.

reader who doesnt confront them about their horrible behavior and how it affected them. no, just stay silent, take in whatever your boyfriend had to say or do and leave him be.

ohooooh, you mightve done nothing but youre going to give them something much worse than a silent treatment.

youre not a doormat. youre not a crybaby.

i want reader to be absolutely menacing. if that man doesnt come back crawling, apologizing to you, youre gonna make him.

do you understand me? the anger, the absolute disgust that bubbles in your stomach, that claws its way up your chest like an animal looking for a fresh breath of air before it starts to hunt.

youre silent all of the sudden, giving him the driest texts known to man, leaving him on seen with texts that dont technically need a reply instead of dragging the conversation longer with a picture of a cat you saw on your way home. youre picking up more work than usual, unable to cut some time, telling him youve got things to do—things more important than having to watch some tv with him, be in bed with him.

youre clever. you know your schedule, and you know his. rearrange everything, make sure to make as much commotion in your life that doesnt include him, so when he confronts you, youre technically telling the truth when you say youre busy.

because why bother coming home early, greeting him, surprising him with dinner and a loving kiss?

then watch it all go down. technically, youre not doing anything wrong, youve got your plate full with a screenshot of your planned calendar to pair with it as sweet, sweet evidence.

youre watching him slightly deteriorate. watch him panic. he'll buy you flowers, in which you put in a vase but never take care of like before. he'll buy you jewelry you wont wear because "theyre beautiful but i like the old ones too! ill wear them on a special occassion" that wont ever come.

the frustrated, panicked look on his face is priceless. it feels so good. he cant even be mad because youre not even cheating! you have all the alibis, all the witnesses. youre perfectly happy and sweet as before! just.. not as responsive, not as present. but thats not your fault, thats your job's!

if he pays for you, slowly start paying your half of everything. shows that you are stable and everything would be perfectly fine if he went up in left. in the end, thats why he got angry with you in the first place, right? he's so okay with being angry, not telling you his problems, that he can keep it to himself, right?

he doesnt need your lap to lay his head on, not your food that you prepare for him when he comes home, not the soft touches you leave on his overworked skin and definitely not the words that you coo at him everyday before he pissed you off.

make him know what the once delicious thought of takeout tastes like once he's left to fend for himself while you go out for overtime at work! trust me, its gonna taste a hell of a lot more bland, a lot more dull. depressing, really.

dont even get me STARTED on sex. (i wont, not now)

this is all justifiable, right? after all, this is how you communicate your feelings right? this is how you can show him how you felt when he showed you a cold shoulder at your warm embrace! let him have the full experience when you felt pathetic, miserable, useless.

plus, youre not wrong, arent you? you can leave whenever you want! who is he to tell you that you cant leave? as if he owns you—is that what he thinks? is that what he thinks of you? just a not-so-significant other that he can come home to whenever he wants and project his feelings unto?

no, no youre not. youre not gonna take that bullshit. he can roll it up, pack it in a bag and beat it if thats what he's thinking. no, both of you are holding an end of a rope in this relationship. a big, thick rope which you can cut off with that large ass scissor you both have.

this is just you telling him, reminding him that you can cut it whenever you like! its not threatening, not manipulation, straight truth! you CAN leave any relationship you like! its his problem if he doesnt like it, right?

your poor little boyfriend has to get his act together! start thinking straight! unless he wants to deal with your unyielding, harsh wrath for the rest of his soon-to-be miserable life.

after all, he made the first threat to your relationship, right? its just a reminder!

[i-dared-myself]

Forgotten Promises

Requested by @lynni3x : have a request, my birthday is coming up in may(3rd), and i was wondering if you could do an angst where skz forget 9th readers birthday, and she doesnt celebrate it that much. Maybe they have a concert and stays decided to surprise reader with fan signs that say happy birthday, and stray kids feel guilty for forgetting since shes been giving them the silent treatment and she cries on stage(maybe her first time ceying on stage), but staff remembered so they bought her cake up on stage to celebrate:3

You wander downstairs, yawning. You rub at your eyes tiredly, settling on the couch. Chan reaches out to pat your shoulder, grinning widely.

You feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach. He’s about to wish you happy birthday.

After last year, when they realized that you had never really celebrated your birthday, Stray Kids had declared that they would give you the biggest party ever. You had grown very excited for whatever it was they had planned.

But he walks away to the kitchen, making himself breakfast.

You watch him go, slightly confused. Then you realize that he’s probably waiting for the rest of the group to wake up.

Yes, that’s what this is.

So you turn on the television and watch a show you had been binging, quickly losing your train of thoughts. Your birthday is forgotten as you become focused on the screen.

Minho taps your arm, drawing your attention away. You look up at him expectantly, feeling a thrill at the prospect of getting wished a happy birthday.

“Do you know where my water bottle is?” he asks, making you falter.

You blink in surprise. “Uh, have you checked the fridge yet?”

Minho walks over to the fridge, murmuring a good morning to Chan. He opens the fridge and holds up his bottle, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Thanks.”

You nod and unpause your show. They’re just waiting for the rest of the group to get up, so you shouldn’t get disappointed.

But then when the whole group is awake and bustling around the living space, you’re just staring at them all. They’re going to whip around at any moment to scream ‘Happy Birthday’ and you’re going to cry from joy.

Right now, however, you feel like you’re going to cry from hurt. 

You load into the van, everyone packed for the day. There’s a concert you’ll be giving tonight, which means you have to get to the location and prepare. 

You spend the car ride on your phone. You don’t have any messages from anyone, because your family doesn’t celebrate birthdays that much. So you pop your earbuds in and listen to music, drowning out the bustling group.

Jeongin pokes you. “Hi.”

You lower the volume of your music so you can hear him. “What’s up?”

“Is that your good shirt?” Jeongin looks down at it, rubbing the material between two fingers.

“Yeah, it is,” you respond, your voice cracking at the end. He remembered your favourite shirt, but not your birthday?

But again, it’s not like it’s important to anyone but you. Even though they promised to make this birthday special.

“Why are you wearing it?” Jeongin frowns at you. “You know they’ll change you into your concert clothes anyways.”

You fidget with your sleeve. “I dunno. Just… felt like it.”

Changbin clears his throat. “The staff mentioned something about the mid-concert event. Does anyone remember what that was supposed to be?”

“The skits, remember?” Jisung stretches out, accidentally elbowing Seungmin.

“Watch it!” Seungmin snaps, shoving Jisung. Jisung sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

The van arrives at the venue and everyone piles out, going out to see how big the stage is. You go a separate direction than the others, not wanting to be near them at the moment. You feel like it’s pathetic to be sad about this, but still…

They promised.

Felix jogs over, beaming in joy. “I saw your stage outfit! It looks really cool!”

You force a weak smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Felix nods enthusiastically, bouncing. It looks like he’s hyper today. “Even more than usual! I think the stylists were in a good mood.”

When you dress in the outfit, you can’t help but feel pretty. The dress is modest enough that you feel comfortable in it, but it flows and is glittery. It feels ridiculous to be excited about; but then the stylists attach fake gems to your hair.

“It’s a shame you have to work today,” one of the makeup artists remarks to you. They dust a trail of glitter over your cheekbones. “But we’ll make it up to you.”

“Wow,” Hyunjin says as he walks past you. “They really put a lot of effort in today. You look good.”

You duck your head shyly. “Ah, thanks.”

Jeongin dashes over, grinning widely. “Look! Look!” He motions to the way his hair has been styled. “Isn’t it cool?”

Hyunjin makes a sound of amazement, studying it carefully. “Wow, that’s impressive. I like the angle the part is at.”

“Doesn’t she look great today?” The makeup artist sticks their head in, smiling at you. “It’s unfortunate you have the concert today.”

“What?” Hyunjin asks as they leave. “Why today?”

“I think it’s because the weather is so good,” Jeongin remarks. “Who wants to work when it’s this warm?”

You slink off to the stage again, sitting with your legs hanging off the stage. The crowd is beginning to fill and you can hear cheers and shouts already.

“Over here!” Chan yells, waving his arms. You perk up and hurry over to him, following him backstage again.

“What is it?” you wonder, resisting the urge to spin and see how your skirts form a circle. You really like this dress.

“Just wanted to check on you before the performance.” Chan smiles, dimples forming. “You’ve seemed off today. Is everything okay?”

Well if he hasn’t figured it out by now, you aren’t about to tell him.

You could go another year without a birthday. Even if you want to cry.

When the concert actually starts, and the group makes their entrance, the audience roars. Especially when you step out, for some reason. There are signs waving and shaking, and you can see light sticks shining brightly.

Jisung lifts the microphone up to his lips to read a sign aloud. “Happy birthday… Ah, Stay, you’re so funny! It’s no one’s birthday!”

And it feels like a punch to the gut. They really did forget. 

“There’s another one here!” Minho says, pointing to another sign. Then another. And another.

It’s as if the crowd is holding its breath. Waiting for the realization. A lot of the signs have your name sprawled across them, and Seungmin’s eyes land on one of them.

“And…” His voice trails off and he winces. “Oh.”

Chan looks over to you in horror, eyes wide. He seems alarmed. “It’s…”

A cake rises up from a platform, coming from inside the stage somewhere. You watch it, tears brimming at your eyes. Your name is written on it, big and bold.

Felix covers his mouth, watching on in a mix of dismay and sadness. You see him say something, but it’s too loud to actually hear him. 

“Thank you,” you say with a shaking voice, speaking into the microphone. “Thank you, Stay, for coming here for my birthday, and thank you, staff, for the cake.”

“It’s your birthday,” Changbin says in a daze. “And we- We didn’t.”

You smile, looking to the crowd. “Thank you. It- It means a lot.”

Minho wipes one of your tears away, flicking it away. He doesn’t say anything, merely standing off to the side.

There’s no time for apologies or insults. The music begins for the first song, and everyone throws themselves into it. You feel a bit lighter now, because at least someone remembered.

But why wasn’t it your group? They had promised, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We’re sorry,” Chan exclaims as he trails after you. “We didn’t mean to forget, but-“

“But you did!” you sharply say. You wipe some more tears away, taking a deep breath. “You forgot. You all forgot, even though you promised to celebrate my birthday with me!”

Hyunjin hangs his head. “We did promise, but…”

“There’s no excuse,” Minho sharply cuts in. “We forgot. We’re terrible people.”

“Don’t say that,” you weakly respond, shaking your head. “I- I’m just mad. I don’t wish you dead or anything.”

“Give us two hours,” Jeongin randomly says. His expression is firm, as if he’s truly dedicated to a cause now. “In two hours, we’ll give you the celebration you deserve.”

“You- You guys don’t have to,” you whisper, because there’s no way they can get anything done in two hours. It would just disappoint you again, and you’ve had enough heartbreak for one day.

“No, we’ve got this,” Seungmin confidently declares. “Just watch us.”

“You’re already dressed for it.” Changbin waves a hand at your concert clothes. “We’ll dress fancy and everything. Just let us make this up to you, okay?”

“Please?” Felix adds. “We’ll make it unforgettable!”

“Fine,” you relent. You sigh heavily and adjust the hem of your dress. “You have two hours.”

“Wait in your room until we’re done!” Jisung shouts before sprinting away. 

So you relax in your room, excited for whatever it is they have planned now. You were planning to stay mad at them, but that quickly went out the window.

Jeongin knocks on your door before you know it, a tie knotted at his neck. “We’re ready! Come on!”

You step down the stairs carefully, aware of your high heels. It would be an even worse birthday if you fell and broke all your bones.

They’re all (Except Hyunjin) standing at the base of stairs with party hats at lopsided angles. Felix tosses confetti in the air, and a piece immediately lands in Seungmin’s eye.

“Happy birthday!” they all scream in unison. Even Seungmin, who is still fighting to remove the foreign object from his eyeball.

You bounce in joy, clapping your hands together. “This is great!”

Minho narrows his eyes at you. “We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

You still. “Oh. Well get to it!”

Changbin places a massive gift in front of you. The wrapped package reaches your head, and you can’t wait to open it.

“It’s for me?” you ask, double checking for some reason.

Chan ruffles your hair affectionately. “All for you. Go ahead.”

You rip into it, throwing the pieces behind you somewhere. Felix rushes around cleaning them up, putting them into a bag that Jeongin is carrying.

There’s a massive cake inside, covered in bright frosting with your name sprawled across the top. You gape at it before whipping around to the group. “How did you get this in two hours?”

Jisung presses something on his phone, and music starts playing. But it’s not the happy birthday song.

It’s… rave music?

“What?” You frown in confusion before the top of the cake fucking comes off.

Hyunjin’s head pops out, quickly followed by his torso as he stands to his full height. “Surprise!”

Then he dabs.

“First of all, wow,” you say in amazement. “Second of all, ew. Why did you dab?”

Hyunjin shrugs. “I just did. Now eat the cake so I can get out.”

It takes quite a long time to free him from his dessert prison, but you eventually complete your delicious task.

Taglist:

@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic @strawberryscentedd @lezleeferguson-120 @mbioooo0000

[nyxi-pixie]

actually incredibly funny to me that ranpos entire thing centres on how his intelligence is not because of an ability or any other great thing, its just him. hes entirely, completely, inarguably human. and Yet, when it comes to dazai, so many people are Desperate that there just Has to be another explanation. his intelligence cant just be that hes unusual, no it must be a marker of separation, of difference so great it disallows the reality of his humanity.

[al-luviec]

Morro design + a ton of notes.

[limonjarritos]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DON'T LIKE HARU?! Who else does it like her?

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[constantvariations]

A trend in Astarion fics that I find bizarre is the idea that he's never been treated gently during sex. This is difficult to believe for one simple reason: some of Astarion's victims were virgins.

Astarion: You were handsome. Shy. You'd never been kissed. Sebastian: You taught me how. And then you destroyed me.

I get the desire to make his current partner special by having their sex be good and wholesome in comparison to his other trysts, but this is a flawed sentiment. The cutscene of that first night together is incredibly tender from the kiss to laying on the grass - the only outlier being if you offer your neck - and if you sleep with Astarion but keep it at that night, Astarion himself says he will never forget you. Not because the PC was uniquely gentle with him in bed, but because they were the first person he ever slept with of his own free will. It's his choice that makes that night special to him moreso than anything the PC may or may not have done during that time.

[angy-grrr]

I don’t get why ppl keep saying bkdk is dead or Horikoshi broke off bkdk. If that were true, this extra would look very different as you pointed out multiple times. The extra was still heavily focused on them and I hate how ppl are letting one no dictate the entire relationship. Izuku asks him to be a special lecturer too. I think the no just needs more clarification but other than that it is mostly fine. If a ship were to be shut down by the creator, it would look very different. Same logic for if a ship were to be canon, it would look different than what we got in the end for izu///ocha. This extra was bad in different ways from ships. It was just a whole lot of nothing that doesn’t meaningfully add anything to the story but I guess we shouldn’t be surprised since it is an extra. It is still an ambiguous ending that can be pretty fixable by one shots by Horikoshi in the future or even better by fanfiction lol. Except for the Toga part. That is just inexcusable

himiko-chan :(

and yeah! like even tho 431 is terrible not only for pairs but also for the whole story, it only confirmed Katsuki feels something really strong for deku and he doesnt notice bc he doesnt consider himself to be that great; they keep talking, and they keep being in each other's lives with no problem -they also imply they will work on communicating their feelings, as the special lecture is about this topic and deku also thinks katsuki doesnt see himself in a high regard. This is actually something that could be used in the future, as their relationship and arc isnt completely finished -in the way that they arent at a point of no miscommunication, no yearning, etc. They still need something to work with in regards to themselves and each other in the process. When it comes to midoriya and uraraka, idk what exactly could develop from what 431 tell us -seems to be mostly about paying attention to the ppl in your life instead of just letting life happen I guess? But idk what conversation or arc they could have together that wasn't resolved already, it was a really weird choice to focus on them as if there needs to be more explored -which is why choosing to not make them talk to each other nor think of the other in these years is potentially interesting, like the only way they could actually need to talk things up or have a separated special moment is if they just stop being friends and want to talk more from now on. Like, if they kept their friendship these years and were part of the other's life, there wouldnt be a moment like this at all.

I think it hurt mostly ochako -and deku if we interpret it as "deku just wants to be teacher, he is super happy about it, and loveeees so much his ex bestie after 8 years of no contact and never thinking about her"-, more than the bkdk relationship.

It would be interesting to see those one shots, if he does them -I know he said he wanted to do more things and little drawings and content for it, but idk if he will do something elaborate or just one page of something silly. I think he still has to opportunity of working with the material and make something at least not this bad -or completely ignore 431 and just continue with their adventures like 430 implies lol If he wants to double down with the "romance" I have no idea how he could do it with what he has tbh, unless he just ignores the plot and their personalities.

[senseiwu]

Just saw a video where someone mentioned reading the curious incident of the dog in the night time, and they thought afterwards they may have autism too. When they brought it up to their mum, she was like "you knew??" cause apparently she'd done that thing people seem to do where they keep an autism diagnosis secret from their kids

It made me remember when my grandma gave me that book to read when we were all at her place for Christmas. She said something like "I think you'll really like it", which confused me cause I was more into fantasy stuff than mystery novels. I mean. I did really like it. But it's one of the things that makes me wonder... did my parents do that thing too...?

[crows-of-buckets]

Its the middle of the night and instead of sleeping I keep thinking about Aviae and Anders's dynamic ougaggga

[opens-up-4-nobody]

God. One of my little sisters is such a bitch. She's done me some genuine damage in exacerbating my already social bad anxiety. But when I have dreams where she's been hurt or killed, it's so horrible bc she's still my lil sister :-(

[tadpal]

reblogged the foundational girl+dog posts so that everyone can understand what's going on

[vampiricsheep]

head's been full of bran-lily images lately. first proper date. bran always flustered and lily perpetually amused. I don't know what they have but it's good

[jackass-jones]

There’s so much I love about Jack Stauber’s Opal but one thing that hits really hard is the depiction of the father, and the way emotional abuse and neglect is portrayed. He’s got the most abstract design, being constantly surrounded by mirrors as a way of showing how he’s so insecure about how he looks and behaves that he’s become insanely self absorbed and can’t see anything other than himself. And as he talks to Claire he’s really just monologging while constantly tripping over his own words and projecting his insecurities onto her absolutely unprompted. You can also see the way he views himself as a savior, the way he pats himself on the back for taking time to talk to his daughter, the way the man he sees in the mirror looks much prettier than the real thing, the fact he says god is in his skin and he’s granting the world its next new savior. All while not letting Claire talk, all while spending the whole conversation invested in himself, all while doing nothing to stop the grandfather from harming her and even getting upset when she runs away, asking if she knows how it makes him feel. It’s too damn real

[hqmillioncorn]

Lalapril 4/27: Secret 

Cherrypit sat down on the edge of the fountain. 

All around him people were running around barking around more words that he didn’t understand. Some of them looked happy, a lot of them looked kind of scared. Gaius ran by him without a word.

At least Cid told him to get ready to fight something soon. Something really big. 

Sofia still didn’t know why she even bothered to show up today.

Well, she kind of did.

That Cherrypit kid had told her that today would be the day that he would be coming by the Archer’s guild again to continue his training. 

He had promised this just a few days ago, when Sofia had just missed him he had just been on his way out. He was rushing out towards something important apparently. Something way more important than their target practice rematch between the two of them.

Sofia had been very insistent on having their rematch soon. So much so that she was even willing to let Cherrypit have the first shot, confident that she would beat his score this time. 

Despite Cherrypit looking to be in a hurry (an awful hurry judging by the way he was dancing around and holding his linkshell) he made sure to give Sofia his word that he would come back soon to play with her.

As he ran off Sofia yelled out at him that she was NOT playing. She wasn’t a little kid, unlike Cherrypit. What she was doing was TRAINING her archery skills so she could go out and become an adventurer just like her hero, the warrior of light.

Maybe Cherrypit thought he was playing but Sofia was going to set the record straight today one way or another.

By kicking his butt in target practice.

Right on cue, Sofia heard the telltale sound of someone arriving at the archer’s guild by aethernet.

Cherrypit had arrived just as he said. Sporting a new outfit than the last one Sofia had seen him wearing. Though in her opinion, it looked like he was really overdressed, especially when it came to the weather in Gridania for the season.

Alongside the bow on his back, Sofia also noticed that in his oversized mitten wearing hands he was carrying a basket. It wasn’t an odd thing to see Cherrypit bring here. Oftentimes she heard whispers among the other serpents of Cherrypit sharing snacks with them. 

She would rather much steer clear of those snacks however.

Last time she heard that Cherrypit had given one of the serpent guards a whole slug as a snack and he refused to leave until he saw them at least attempt to take a bite out of it.

If he offered her anything she would just politely refuse it. Like royalty would.

By now Cherrypit had noticed Sofia waiting by the archer’s guild and waved at her. He started to run towards her only stopped by falling flat on his face. The basket in his hands flew from his hands and flew into the air.

Before Sofia could act, the basket fell right back down to the ground, Cherrypit caught the falling basket with one hand and lifted himself back upright with the other. He shook his head and moved some hair out of his face. Then smiled as if nothing had ever happened.

“Hi Soapiea!”

Sofia’s grin of confidence quickly faded away into a disappointed smile. She was sure that after last time that Cherrypit had finally learned how to pronounce her name. Rather than take another forty minutes sitting him down and slowly saying her name together Sofia decided to take it in stride and let him live with it for now.

“Hi Cherrypit.” She waved back at him.

Sofia watched as Cherrypit walked over to the steps of the Archer’s guild and set down the basket he was carrying. As usual on his back was a bow that looked way too big for him to be carrying around.

Either the bow Sofia was given was too small or someone was trusting Cherrypit with weaponry just a little too much. Whatever the case, she was going to file a complaint just in case Cherrypit was getting special treatment when it clearly should be the other way around.

Sofia’s patience was already running thin so by the time Cherrypit decided to sit down and pull out a sandwich it had disappeared almost entirely. She was about to gently remind him about the promise he made last time, until he pulled out a second sandwich and gestured towards her.

With his mouth still full he wiggled the sandwich at her and asked, “Do you wan’ some?” A drop of purple jelly fell from the corner of the sandwich. Her favorite kind of jelly, in both flavor and color.

As Cherrypit continued to hold out the sandwich for her Sofia decided to give in to his obvious bribe. She reluctantly tossed her bow aside and walked over to Cherrypit, taking the sandwich from his hand and taking a seat next to him.

Now that she thought about it, she was kind of hungry. That sort of thing is just what happens when you skip breakfast, she guessed.

“If you think sharing your snacks with me is going to get me to go easy on you, you got another thing coming.” Sofia used her free hand to take out her handkerchief and placed it on her lap. There was no way she was going to eat something as messy as this with the possibility of messing up her new dress.

Cherrypit looked at her, confused at what she had said and what she was doing.

Sofia clued into Cherrypit’s confusion and decided she would be nice enough to explain what she was doing. For one of her loyal subjects.

“I’m just making sure to keep my dress clean.” Sofia gestured to her immaculately clean dress. It was a pretty purple color, the color of royalty! (for sure!) Custom made and a perfect fit for her fifteenth nameday.

“A princess has to always look her best, you know?” Sofia threw her hair back and let the natural light of the sun shine down on her and sparkle her tiara.

Cherrypit watched her closely and flipped back his own ponytail. Sofia didn’t seem to notice his flattering imitation.

For a while Sofia and Cherrypit sat on the steps of the archer’s guild. Sofia gave every person that passed by a simple wave and a “Good morning.” Cherrypit watched her and waved right after her every time.

Sofia finished her meal and looked over to Cherrypit, hoping that he had finished too so they could start their friendly competition already.

For some reason Cherrypit was holding a tomato between his hands.

Sofia didn’t put much thought into it besides thinking to herself that eating a jelly sandwich with a tomato was an odd choice.

She decided to ignore it until she noticed that Cherrypit was squeezing the tomato with his hands. Or at least, trying to. Sofia knew that tomatoes were fairly easy to squish, unlike an apple or something.

She had half a mind to tell Cherrypit to be careful or he might make a mess or something.

Just as Sofia was about to raise her voice to tell Cherrypit to knock it off, the tomato had reached its limit.

The poor tomato finally exploded with a squish.

Sofia managed to jump back in time to avoid being hit by any of its residue. But the same could not be said for Cherrypit. Parts of his face and his entire shirt were covered in tomato juice. 

All Sofia could think at that moment was that whoever did Cherrypit’s laundry for him would probably have a lot of questions for him.

Not only that, but the tomato had splattered all over the dirt in front of him.

Cherrypit dropped the last of the tomato on the ground. He wasn’t even bothering to wipe off any of the tomato’s residue off his hands, which Sofia found inconceivable.  

Cherrypit looked at his hands and shook them in place. Then he looked up at Sofia,

“I saw that happen to a person.”

It was all that Cherrypit said.

Sofia remained silent.

He couldn’t possibly mean like, a real life person, could he? Where would someone even see something like that?! Let alone just walk away from something like that?

Sofia looked down at the tomato stain on the ground. It was starting to fade.

“Um, where did you see that?” Sofia had asked without thinking. There was a part of her that instantly regretted asking that question.

Cherrypit smiled, then put a finger up to his mouth.

“It’s a secret!”

[dashiellqvverty]

i have a headache and can NOT think clearly enough to really gather my thoughts but as much as i really did like atsv there were just. things about it that didnt work for me. and like mostly i was not big on how they did the “canon events” stuff like im not AGAINST it just at points felt like sort of redoing the moment in itsv where after aaron dies the other spiderpeople are able to comfort and relate to miles because they’ve been through similar things and this is like... that but in a technical lore way and not hitting the same emotional beat?? like obvioulsy they’re taking it somewhere different and its about like defying the story that’s laid out for you and i LIKE that but. idk. and im like yeah obviously theres stuff thats part of the spiderman origin story we KNOW this we did it already in the last movie and it was a great scene. and also like theres no way everything they referenced is 100% true for every version of spiderman, even every single one that cameos in the movie?? idk. it just Frustrated me in a way that i truly cannot put my finger on