#at least i didnt memorize it this time. yet. :)

[hecksupremechips]

Teehee I got hugged today 🥰

[silverislander]

sometimes i think i'm maybe not neurodivergent. and then i remember that on two separate occasions while bored at work, i've developed a writing system for a dnd language

[periludic]

poke, poke, u still here?

if ur still taking requests, may i have headcanons of dating renee murray with a fem!reader?

if not, i just hope u have a nice day 🫂

" A GIRL LIKE YOU "

📌 Pairing : renee x fem!reader

📌 Romantic. angst(?) and comfort. feel like this headcanon is lacking but hey at least im finally answering my inbox. (sorry for how long this is, might turn this into an ao3 fic)

RENEE MURRAY

- enemies to lovers slowburn 200,000,000 words

- he didnt like you at all when you were 10 for reasons he couldnt explain. but he knew one thing was for sure; you make him feel frustrated like no one ever has before.

- you make him heat up, and feel as if hes on fire. he didnt like it, not at all. you make his heart beat race and his stomach tighten up and he didnt know what to do with himself.

- so he chalked these feelings up to him 'hating you more than normal', because he didn't feel like this towards any of the other girls he has met before. surely thats the only explanation

- he hated you, he was sure of it.

- he hated you when you kept talking to him despite his mean words. he hated you for caring about him even if he pushes you away. he hated you for spending way too much time with qiu

- and he hated you for how bad you made him feel. he hated you for making him guilty whenever your face fell from his disregarding words.

- he hated the way he wanted to be with you all the time. he hated the way you were way too pretty for his own liking. he hated the way you made him want to be kinder.

- too much, it was all too much. so he started to distance himself away from you.

- you grew apart, and you didnt even get an explanation why he wouldnt dare look your way.

- it hurts, it continued to hurt until you were thirteen. and you grew to be bitter towards him. bitter for not giving you an explanation, for throwing you away

- but you didnt know. you didnt know how much it hurted her more.

- it pained her that she couldnt hang out with you anymore. that you now treat her as nothing more than a stranger. that it was all her fault

- it was all her fault because she was stupid. thats all she was and all she will ever be. stupid, stupid, stupid.

- the two of you grew, and before you knew it you have reached the age of fourteen.

- by this stage, ren has figured out who she really wanted to be. even if she wasnt ready to accept it fully.

- she thought about all that she was, and all the two of you could have been

- it took her four years to realize that she actually likes you. she was downright smitten with a girl that hated her. a girl who she was supposed to hate herself.

- when she was more sure of herself, she eventually found the courage to apologize

- it took her an embarassing amount of time. pacing around her room, reciting and memorizing all that she wanted to say to you.

- only to stutter when she was finally in front of you, tounge tied and unsure. her script didnt matter; and she ended up spilling her entire heart in front of you, tears and all.

- you accepted her apology, but you couldnt forgive her yet. she hurt you after all, in a way no one has before

- she completely understands, promising to wait for however long it will take for her to gain your trust once more.

- it was messy journey. your feelings pushing and pulling you away from her back and forth. but nevertheless, she stayed. she stayed with a smile in her face as if she was happy

- she was happy to be with you

- eventually it was all worth it. you two grew closer and closer until no one could dare break the two of you apart.

- no one and nothing. except for college of course

- renee was older than you, you know that. eventually she was going to leave you behind to pursue her dreams

- and even though you were the only dream she wanted to pursue, she knows she had to say goodbye. to go on without you (again)

- the day she was set to leave her home and face the great unknown on her own, was the day that she broke down for the second time in front of you

- she loves you. she said. oh so much.

- she loves you and she didnt know how to let you go

- suddenly it was as if the two of you were fourteen again. she felt as if she was pathetic, the same way her 12 year old self was pathetic

- all you could do was hold her, and ask her to wait for you like she did back then. just a little more and finally nothing will ever separate the two of you ever again

- for you, she learned to be patient. she texted you every day, at every other hour when she could. she stayed up late at night, listening to your voice from the other side of the phone

- she keeps a picture of you on the desk in her dorm room. she keeps you as her wallpaper. she keeps you close, even if the two of you were far away from each other

——

📌 didnt proof read. english isnt my first language and quite frankly i dont really like how this turned out my bad gang. but heyyyy im back after months of inactivity

[vulpixisananimal]

(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

[ursawastricked]

Distracting: Part 2

Viktor has been harboring guilt over his accidental thievery of your used champagne glass. At least he had the security that you were none the wiser..that doesn't change that your even harder to ignore now that he spent the weekend studying your lip print 

warnings: More of Viktor's developing crush on you, lots of flashback to after the party, him being soft, some VERY mild suggestive stuff..don’t worry more is to come in the next part 

Read part 1 here

Word count : 2,339

“Is the sun always that bright?” Viktor whined, covering his gaze as he hurried over toward the window, leaning toward it and squinting disaprovingly at the sunny world beyond it, before pulling on the shades and banishing the light. His head didnt exactly pound anymore, but he had a way of ending up hung over whenever he drank, call it his low weight, or the fact that his anatomy consistently seemed against him, if there was alcohol, it hurts the next day.

“I think it always stays like that Vik '' you answer, earning an unimpressed glance your way as he limps toward his desk and places down his bag. You stretch your arms upward, humming lightly as you feel the satisfying crackle in your spine and knuckles. You personally, feel wonderful. After the party over the weekend, you peeled away your dress and were fast to slip into a hot bath, allowing for your sore muscles to relax and let you practically fall into a perfectly restful weekend. You dont recall too much other than resting on your couch, reading the current novel that had infected your every thought, one you had also slipped into your bag for today when the lab was getting a little boring.

“Ugh..” You hear Viktor let out a relch at the sound of your joints popping, “Why, every morning..That isnt good for you, and it is worse to listen to” He lectured, placing himself in his chair, slowly turning to face you so that his point would get across. You mimic him immedietly, a practiced motion, turning to face him, and mirroring his posture and how his fingers laced together on his knee. He flashed yet another disaproving look, this time punctuated with a, “Rude”.

You snicker lightly, returning yourself to face your desk. Unpacking your bag only takes another minute or so, that moment remaining silent as you and Viktor set up for today's work load. The silence was normal, especially with Viktor, but that's why you liked working with him. While you could spend hours talking with Jayce, bouncing back and forth in a hyper focused frenzy, you much more enjoyed the comfortable silence of working next to Viktor. You had developed a ritual of passing back and forth materials and tools as you worked simultaneously on projects.

He was always respectful, never intentionally touching you without reason, and if he did bump you, he was quick to apologize, which you enjoyed only because of how flustered he got when he began to stumble over words so fast he began to slip into his native language. Or when he would tap you lightly with a pencil, and you would turn to see what he needed, only for him to lean over your notebook and scribble something down, like a warning before he did so.

You had caught yourself memorizing his little mannerisms over time, keeping a small tally at the top corner of your pages for every time he had tricked you into letting him fix a note, or murmured a word you didnt recognize when fidgeting with a new project. It relaxed you, like a little grounding tool to keep your mind occupied when you had tired yourself with your work, a healthy distraction. So you lazily flipped open your notebook to the current page, doodling a little box for today's tallies before pulling the sheet off your current project and beginning your busy work. Viktor sat quietly as he began his project, as usual. He had just gone for his wrench when he caught movement in the corner of his eyes, a familiar motion he had memorized, you're playing with your hair again. His gaze tracks the motion, how the tufts flutter about, if he was closer like last time, he was sure he would be able to smell the shampoo you used again..if he was correct in assuming, it smelt like honey. He didnt notice he was staring until you turned your head and caught him. Your eyes lock with his golden gaze for a short moment, a blissful second of eyecontact between you, before he caught it and you watched his gaze flicker around, his head turning swiftly before settling back on his work and his form shrank down far too close to his project to be safe, but successfully he had avoided the chance of you seeing how harshly his face darkened red. His breath was shaky, as he struggled to keep it low enough that you coculdnt hear. How frustrating, it had been getting harder to avoid your prying eyes, more tedious to avoid you catching him logging your smiles, and even harder to keep up conversations without smiling too much, and you had only added another level to it with that damned glass. That weekend, he had smuggled that stupid glass away from the party. He didnt know why, in fact he was sure it was a trance when he walked into him and Jayce shared an apartment, only to find the empty champagne glass still tucked in his palm. Jayce locked the door as Viktor considered what could have happened to end up here, now a thief..through the glass couldn’t be too expensive, it felt rather cheap.

“What's that you got there?” Jayce asked, leaning over Viktor and causing him the flinch, almost hard enough to send the delicate glass shattering across the floor. He gripped it tighter, giving one of his famously annoyed glances. Jayce lifted his brows, motioning specifically toward the rouge lipstain at the edge.

“Oh? Oh hoho..that color there looks pretty familiar” Jayce had started to tease, his chest was starting to bob with a deep chuckle, the kind he had always given when he was preparing to tease him.

Viktor felt the stab of anxity in his stomach, looking quickly between Jayce’s knowing gaze and the glass before he squirmed a bit away, trying to hide away in his room, fast.

“I dont want to talk about it.” He insisted, tucking away into his room and quickly hiding away the used glass in his closet with a slam.

“Talk about what? Did they give it to you or did you mean to steal it?” Jayce practically howled as he leaned into Viktors room, watching as his friend as he struggled to undo his tie with furious aggression, only getting more incense the longer he struggled. With a loud huff he finally undid it, now wrestling with his shirt vest,

“I didn’t mean t- I didnt steal it from them” He insisted, pulled off the vest before landing on his bed and taking off his shoes, “Oh..so you're not denying it anymore?” Viktor froze, his hands ceasing shakily over his cufflinks. Jayce smirked teasingly, suppressing another laugh until Viktor flung a loose shoe toward him. He quickly took the hint, “Okay! Okay! Good night loverboy-” He laughed, slipping away and leaving Viktor flushed violently and gripping his hair as he fell back into his bed. 

At least now he could let his face cool down now that you were no longer watching him, it of course was easier to work and ignore you for a few minutes at a time. Until..

“Hey guys! Sorry I'm late,” Jayce hollered, bursting through the door, nearly tripping over the doorway and spilling the offering of coffe for the trio.

Yes, Viktor was screwed now. Jayce knew, he dditn know to what extent, but he did know. He knew about the glass.

“Here ya go,” Jayce chirped, handing you a coffee with that stupid winning smile.

“Aw, thanks ya goof. You know, you could just not be late, then you wouldn't need to get us coffee every monday.” You explain, sipping the drink as you watch him float off toward Viktor who had frozen solid since the door opened.

“Then I would miss out on your winning smile, you have a very special smile when you get surprised by coffee” He replied, twirling around to the other side of an unresponsive Viktor. He placed the cup beside his friend's hand, leaning over his shoulder to whisper where you couldnt hear.

“I got you the same order, in case you want to ‘swap’ cups again,” He hummed, almost getting hit as Viktor swatted him away. Jayce snickered quietly, slipping away to his own work.

Viktor sat staring at his coffee for a few moments, regrettably reaching for it. Coffee was essential, how unfortunate that it was a gift from Jayce..he drank it non the less, pressing his lips to the lid and gulping down a few mouthfulls and returning finally to an average working pace.

“Vik? Are you there?” Viktor snapped out of his focused state, turning toward the sound before pulling off his goggles and finding you much closer than he expected you to be. You stoof next to him, leaning a little over his side after spending the past minute or so trying to get his attention. You tilted your head, giving an amused huff as you slipped some papers to his desk. “Thank Janna the fire alarm wasn’t going off, you would be cooked by now.” He blinked, glancing from you to the papers a few times before turning to read them better. He pulled them from the table, acutely aware of the fleeting warmth your hands had left. 

“Hmm..yes, and I'm sure in wouldn’t notice the heat or pain either,” he replied, looking over your notes with a similar, less intense, focus.

“I wouldnt be surprised, you kinda run on autopilot when you're zoned out. Once you stole my pencil for the day after fixing my notes”, You pull yourself up on the desk, crossing your legs and watching as he scribbles down corrections to your equasions. “And you have yet to return that novel I let you borrow, you're kind of a clepto.” 

“I am not a ‘clepto’” he huffed, adjusting one of your notes, biting on the edge of his pencil,

“That's my pencil..”

He pulled it away from his teeth, inspecting it for any signs he may recognize. He flipped it in his hand, finding your initials etched into the wood.. 

“Ah..so it is..” he muttered, finishing his edits before offering you the pencil. 

“No, you keep it.” You say, declining the chewed on pencil and snatching up your papers. You hug them to your chest, walking a step or two before leaning down close to his ear, “Add it to your little collection,” you purr, straightening up and hurrying toward Jayce for a final opinion.

Viktor stills in his seat, holding the pencil loosely between his fingers and staring blankely at the edge of the desk. He twitched his hand lightly, unable to do much more after that. 

You were so close..he still felt the warmth of your breath across his throat, the memory of it sending a static shiver down his spine, causing him to lean over his desk and place his head againstt his hands. You were warm, even though you hadnt touched him, and being so close, he could confirm..your shampoo smells like honey.And when you sat on his desk, he had fought every instinct in his body not to look at you, not when you sat above him like that. Your legs crossed, leaned over his work. If he reached over, he could have confirmed another theory, whether or not your thighs were as soft as they looked- Damn it, focus. He coudln’t be doing this, not here. You were no less than a yard away and all he couldnt think about was how good you smelt, how your breath felt against his neck..how your lipstain would look against his skin. He had noticed you were wearing the same color as before.

‘Stop it. They work with you.’ 

He grabbed his coffee, sipping it aimlessly.

The night after the party, Viktor had sat staring at the single stained glass on his desk. He had pulled it out to clean it, thinking at least he could put it in the kitchen and just forget all about his accidentale thievery. Instead, he had ended up watching it, as if it would squirm or come to life if he only watched for long enough. 

He didnt clean it..he let it sit on his desk and continued on with his day. On occasion he would glance at it, sometimes walking over and holding it to closely inspect the print of your lips left on its crystal edge. He always rounded back to it, replaying the memory of you in that dress, giving him the rest of your drink..you smiled..maybe you knew- of course you didnt. Why would you know? He was good about hiding it, right? He didn’t think he made it too obvious, maybe stareing a bit longer than he should have, or that one instance where he had to hide the smile tally from you when you had seemingly manifested beside him.

 Before he had slept that night, he absentmindenly brought it with him to the kitchen..he ment to clean it..but instead he had filled it, nursing down a bit of wine to trick his brain into sleeping. Maybe even allow for a dream similar to the events of the party..with less of him standing alone. 

He groaned lightly to himself, standing and grabbing his crutch before walking across the room toward the door. 

“Everything ok Viktor?” Jayce asked, pulling his attention away from the blackboard,

“Just need some fresh air..” Viktor replied, escaping the lab, and making his way down the hall. 

After a walk his head would be clear enough to work again. He would be able ti at least make some progress on the assignment without his thoughts drifting back to how your uniform looked against your skin, or how pretty your voice sounded when you gifted him your stolen pencil..

“Add it to your little collection..” 

He paused..eyes wide. “Oh..no..” 

[a-nybodys]

im gonna choose to be cringe and list a bunch of random harmless tua headcanons bcus i can <3

-klaus taught himself to play the recorder one trip to rehab (much to the disdain of literally everyone else there) hes got the flute solo from california dreamin memorized and whips it out whenever everything gets too loud

-viktors favorite ice cream flavor is mint chip and he will defend it til his death ('no, diego, it DOESNT taste like toothpaste, have you ever even brushed your teeth?')

-allison has a secret twitter where she posts random mom memes and vent posts. her other social media pages are solely run by her pr team (the last tweet she made on her main twitter was a tequila fueled rant about viktors book that was almost immediately deleted by the pr team but now lives on in infamy through screenshots)

-diego had a deep childhood obsession with one of the girls on one of their textbooks to the point that he ripped the page she was on out and hid it under his pillow. when klaus found it it was all over, not one sibling let up on the teasing for a solid month and a half. (it was calming down before viktor, feigning innocence, asked about his girlfriend one dayat breakfast, giving everyone a second wind for at least another week.)

-luther likes to garden, and when everything is over he revives the greenhouse. he would absolutely tell no one but he talks to the plants and tells them about his day. (he doubly wouldnt ever tell anyone but he names them sometimes, mostly after his siblings. the stubborn rubber plant is diego, the impossible to kill snake plant is klaus, the pretty yet endurable peace lily is allison, etc.)

-ben kept a stray kitten in the alleyway outside of the academy for years, sneaking off during his 30 minutes of free time every week to leave out food and talk to her. (he didnt know it but pogo was secretly feeding her whenever he couldnt get away. he never lived to see it, but she wound up with a litter of kittens that she took care of in the tiny shelter that he built for her out of old bricks and wood that they had left over from tearing down the kitchen wall.)

-five likes board games a little TOO much and the siblings have to keep them away from him until theyre all mentally prepared to deal with it. game night is one night a month and it usually ends in tears and broken board game pieces (five considers them wildly successful)

[gepardling]

ok FLUFF REQUEST TIME!! Gepard in a relationship with an actor(ess)!reader. I can imagine him trying his best to see every play and if he doesn't, he'll at least send flowers and whatnot. In regards to the reader, I believe they would understand and knows that he can't go to every single one of their plays. In short, I wanna see cute fluffy relationship scenarios or headcanons with these two on and off of work. Maybe a lil bonus if the two live together :3

on the stage, behind the stage w/ gepard.

desc. : unironically i think u can tell i read oshi no ko b4 writing dis, n im so happy i did bc i feel it gave me a new perspective on dis topic !! i didnt go angsty on it tho bc we need fluff in dis household. i wrote headcanons nd a short lil bonus fic 4 u dis time :) ( wc : 1k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, gn!reader, reader is part of an acting troupe, just casual relationship things, not proofread

○ Gepard makes it his top priority to see most, if not all, of your shows. There have been many nights where he’s had to cut it close with his frontline duties, showing up just in time to witness the closing act. He always makes sure to bring flowers, your favorite kind, of course, and it’s always a HUGE bunch of them. Bonus points if he grew them himself!

○ There were times when you'd perform consecutive nights in a row, and your house would soon run out of space to keep all the bouquets Gepard delivered. But don’t worry, you would talk to him about it if you move in together. There really is no need for him to spend this much money on you! Yet he always insists, and one way or another, your house will be filled with flowers again.

○ Every one of his soldiers would know if you ever did a musical play because Gepard will not stop humming your solo after he heard it the first time. He also diligently memorizes the lines of your duets after you accidentally sang one together while cooking, and now he can't get enough of singing with you. You both get good practice too! It's a win-win.

○ Naturally, your acting career can be demanding. This makes both you and Gepard busy people who are rarely at home. It only makes those moments you get to spend some private time together all the more special, seeking solace in each other’s embrace as you momentarily escape your responsibilities.

○ Gepard understands how overwhelming your work can be, constantly dealing with other people, their opinions, and expectations of you. That being said, he doesn’t "abuse" his position as captain, per se. He may be a little biased when he’s quick to shut down any negative commentary people make about you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

○ You don’t appreciate it when he hides those opinionated thoughts from you, but he's undeniably looking out for your mental health. Arguably, it’s slightly better this way too, and if you ever feel down or doubt yourself, he provides you with unwavering love and dedication.

○ He ensures you know that he’s not in love with you because of your talents or performance, but because he loves you for who you are. He greatly admires the passion you have and all the hours of hard work you put into acting, one of the many things that draw him to you.

○ Of course, life isn’t always perfect, and there are times when your schedules don’t align. If he has to leave for the frontlines before one of your concerts, he leaves you a letter of encouragement and a big bouquet on your dresser. He tries to see you before he has to leave as often as he can, but if you’re in dress rehearsals or learning a new script, there isn’t much he can do :((

○ On those rare occasions when he misses your performance before coming back home, there will always be a plate of warm food waiting for you, along with flowers or gifts that he personally gives you when you arrive or he picks you up from the theater, whichever comes first. He’s right by your side, listening intently as you recount the performance to him while you remove any remaining stage makeup.

○ This next one is purely food for thought, but if the acting troupe you’re with is relatively small and self-sufficient, Gepard would do his best to take up sewing to help you prepare or fix any costumes for performances. Sure, he breaks a ton of needles, and he’s probably not the best at it, but it’s cute that he tries so hard to lighten your workload while he’s just as busy himself...

You couldn’t help but nervously peak beyond the curtains, possibly the fifth time that night. The lights that shone on the stage glared so bright that everything beyond it seemed to melt into a sea of darkness, the faces of the audience obscured by the void. The final act of the show was about to come to a close, possibly the pinnacle of your acting career, but Gepard was still nowhere to be seen. 

Tonight was the last performance of this play, and Gepard, despite promising to be there for the first show, was still missing. A stagehand tapping on your shoulder brought your mind back from the shadows, and you realized you had been biting your nails unconsciously. With only two more minutes before stepping on stage, you needed to clear your mind for a good performance.

You pushed aside negative thoughts and swallowed your doubts, preparing yourself to step onto the stage. The scene required you to portray relief and joy as the protagonist reunites with their estranged lover after a challenging journey. However, an emptiness lingered in your heart, making it harder to wear the mask.

As the curtains rose, you squinted slightly against the blinding lights. The deafening roar of the audience rang painfully in your ears. Yet, as a professional, you knew you had to play the part. With one last gulp, you forced yourself into character, banishing any wavering nerves from your voice.

Just moments before the climax of the scene, a distant shuffling in the back of the theater caught your attention. Through the haze of darkness, you could vaguely make out the figure of a person who had just arrived. Your heart surged with relief when you realized it was none other than Gepard. His disheveled hair and slightly worn uniform were evidence of his haste.

When his eyes met yours, the light returned to your gaze, and your heart soared. If not for the arrival of your fellow actor on set, you might have forgotten your lines. The timing couldn't have been more perfect, and your genuine excitement upon seeing Gepard seamlessly merged with your character's emotions. You delivered a flawless performance, wrapping up the night with an encore.

You couldn't wait to find Gepard backstage, and you rushed to the lobby, barely out of your costume. The force and speed of your hug nearly threw him off balance, and he had to hold the bouquet at a distance to protect it. You scolded him for making you worry, and he simply nodded apologetically, soothingly rubbing your back. When you finally pulled away, he handed you the bouquet and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

"I told you I'd be here," he whispered, intertwining his free hand with yours. Gepard always followed through on his promises, no matter what. 

unfortunately the title is the name of a genshin quest (lol !!) never quite felt a piece come 2 me as easy as dis 1. absolutely in love w/ the request !! the dark part of my mind kept screaming "what if geppie doesn't arrive" but of course he would !!! he wouldn't miss it 4 the world...

[cowboybrunch]

writerblr interview tag!

thank you for the tags @tragedycoded (here) @sableglass (here) and @saturnine-saturneight (here) <3 ive been meaning to get to this one for a minute sooo let's get into it

Short stories, novels, or poems?

i started with poetry, so it has a special place in my heart. all of my short stories turn into beasts. is it a cop out answer to say all of the above?

What genre do you prefer reading?

it'd be easier to list what genres i don't like. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read anything. lately i've been on a sci fi kick (thanks Pierce Brown) but i love a good modern trashy romance as much as the next guy (i read the booktok sludge so you dont have to!) im not really a nonfiction guy but hey, if anyone has some recs, ill give em a shot

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

def NOT a planner. usually when i start writing i have a vague idea of where we start and where we need to end up, but what happens along the way is a surprise for everyone involved

What music do you listen to while writing?

SILENCE. sometimes white noise. i cant focus with music, brain gets jumbled

Favorite books/movies?

of all time? oh god for books, probably This Is How You Lose the Time War or The Song of Achilles but The Locked Tomb series is def up there. not a novel but i've read Bluets by Maggie Nelson so many times i probably have it memorized by now favorite movie is Zoolander, easy answer. that movie owns. i can watch it on repeat and ill never get sick of it

Any current WIPs?

Dust to Dust is still alive but im taking a bit of a hiatus before hopping into the final bit (tag is here if you wanna see me ramble about it) Felix Wonder is the fun time brain break WIP of choice currently and im working on draft 3 of Burden of the Reluctant Death (we will get to the ending this time. we will)

Create a character description of yourself: 

Elusive, or pretends to be. Too much energy in too small a body. Refuses to sit properly in a chair. Prone to fits of melancholy remedied by sunlight. Easily excitable, but fussy. Same outfit every day: big sweater, little pants, fuzzy socks. Nails bitten bloody but at least her hair is clean (if a bit too long for summer)

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

i could say no but that would make me a liar

Are you kill happy with your characters?

i was gonna make a joke but it would be spoilers soo. i write about grief. no way everyone makes it out alive

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffee. i dont like tea (sorry sorry!)

Slow or fast writer?

im very much a burst writer so. flood or drought, no in between. lately i'd say SLOW but im just waiting for that spark u get me?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

this really isnt fantasy but i feel like i was destined to be the kind, slightly off-putting maintenance man in a haunted apartment building that says cryptic things like "don't take the east elevator on a full moon" and "the air conditioning has made that noise since the fire in 12B"

Most fav book cliche:

yea there's only one bed and ill eat it up every single time!!! also: "i didnt know where else to go" or basically any overdone romance trope you can think of. im here for it

Least favorite cliche:

if there's a cliche that i dont like, i havent found it yet

Favorite scene to write?

confession scenes of any kind! scenes where the big tough character breaks down. any kind of emotional revelation, positive or negative

Reason for writing?

words in head, need words out of head ok ok fine, serious answer. i feel like writing is both asking and answering the question, "have you felt like this before? has anyone ever felt like this before? am i alone?" and it's proof that you're not the first and only person to ever experience the things you're experiencing. even this made up guy in this pretend world understands rage and despair and joy and grief and love. the source is different but the result is the same. human connection, man. love it and! it's fun. im having fun

tag!!

@knightinbatteredarmor @friendlesscat @tildeathiwillwrite @glassonthewall @illarian-rambling

@mysticstarlightduck @dyrewrites @sarandipitywrites @oliolioxenfreewrites @xenascribbles

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Ezio Auditore x gn reader

Reunited with a ghost CH 2. CH 1

Ft. Lots of Rosa and a kiss. 2.2k words

Warnings. Light cursing

Getting to embrace Ezio again was a dream come true, and one I hope to never wake from. I was completely lost in the moment before I remembered what I was doing before. I pull away and look around realing I have completely lost track of where I was or how I'm supposed to find the guild head. Ezio looks at me with concern as he asks what's wrong.

"I need to deliver this letter." I pat the folded paper in my side pocket.

"To whom?"

"A man named Antonio. This is my final test from them."

"A test?" He slips the letter out of my pocket. I didnt even feel the fabric move. If I didn't watch him take it I never would have known it was gone.

"Yes. I am supposed to deliver the letter to him by nightfall and if I do the guild had said they will teach me how to move like them." I reach for the letter but he holds it out of my range.

"Let us go together then. I know the fastest route and how to avoid the guards!" He cracks a smirk as he waves the paper just out of reach.

I squint at him as he playfully taunts me. Haven't even been reunited an hour and he's already back to the lovable jerk I know. "With you there's always a catch." I eye him wary of his intentions.

"No catch. I just want to make sure you get to deliver this safety." He says with a warm smile. That's a face I could never say no to and he knows it.

"Fine." I relent. I hold my hand out for him to give me the letter back but instead he pockets it and laces our fingers together. Before I have a moment to respond we are already out of the alley and half way down a busy street. His hand was warm, another reminder that he was alive and this wasn't just a dream.

The twists and turns of the streets and canals never once slowing him down as we make our way towards the center of the city. I still haven't quite gotten the layout of the city memorized yet so it was nice to have a guide who actually knows where we were going. What would have taken me all day following bread crumbs left by the guild only took Ezio an hour, and that time even included a stop for lunch.

Ezio reluctantly let's go of my hand as we enter a fenced off area, the cool afternoon air replacing his warm touch on my skin. He knocks on the heavy looking wooden door and voice almost instantly tells us to enter. I follow behind him as we enter, almost hiding in his shadow. A tall man with dark hair immediately notices my presence though.

"I see you have brought a friend Ezio, and who might you be?" He said as he made his way around a large table covered in an equally large map of the city.

"My name is y/n. I am here to deliver a letter to Antonio."

"Well you have come to the right place than.

I look at Ezio, silently asking for the letter back. He quickly glances down at my pocket and back at me. Confused, I reach into my pocket and pull out the letter. Sly bastardo must have slipped it back in when I wasn't looking. I hand over the letter and the man who I am assuming is Antonio brings it to his desk for inspection.

"You have my thanks for delivering the letter so swiftly. Too many of my guild members are being recognized lately, it was safer for us to use someone the guards would not know." He folds the letter and puts it in a drawer. "I know you did not do this for free though. I will have one of my best show you how to move more swiftly." He looks over at some of the guild members in the corner, a woman and 2 men. "Rosa. If you would be so kind?"

The woman stands up and saunters over to us. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be able to do all the tasks. I'm impressed." She looks over at Ezio. "And more than a little surprised to see you escorting them." She looks back at me. "Our little friend here didn't cheat did they?"

"Of course not. I was simply heading the same direction, completely innocent." At least he had gotten better at lying over the years, however Rosa was clearly unconvinced. Thankfully she didn't seem to care too much as she led us outside, back to the fenced in area.

She points to the roof of a neighboring building. "Do you see the flag on that weathervane." I nod. The bright red flag was prominent against the light blue afternoon sky. "How long do you think it would take you to grab it and bring it to me?"

"... probably 3 minutes?" There weren't many ledges to make it easy to climb up. "Maybe 5?"

"Your 3 minutes start now, go."

"Huh?" I turn to look at her and she just waves me off and crosses her arms. I blink before my head catches up to her words. I get a running start at the wall in front of me and I'm just able to grab the ledge and pull myself up. I move as fast as my legs and vertigo will let me as I make my way up to the flag. I'm almost there and I look down at Rosa and Ezio. Both of them watching me closely, analyzing my every movement. I can't tell if I should be comforted or concerned by how sharp their eyes are. Getting down was much faster than the climb up. After grabbing the flag I drop and slide down the tiled roof. Before I fall I grab the ledge and swing for some momentum. Finally I hit the ground with a roll and spring to my feet, with a final sprint I'm standing in front of Rosa, flag in hand. "How did I do?" I ask as I catch my breath.

"Not bad for a novice." She holds up a hand and extends her pointer finger. "First you need to be able to think on your feet faster. You kept trying to plan your movements too far in advance and it slowed you down. That hesitation made you slip more than once even if it was just a little. Finally you let yourself get distracted. You should always be watching where you are going, not watching your audience." Each new point she made was punctuated by another finger. "You are certainly sloppy… but not the worst I've seen. Put in the effort and I should have no issue teaching you." I brighten a little at her words. She'll be tough but there may be a softer side yet.

…I was wrong. She was a harsh teacher and now I am laying on the ground unable to feel my own arms and completely exhausted. Ezio had watched the entire time as I learned to throw myself up onto handholds and literally had the hesitation beaten out of me. Hours of non stop climbing and she finally granted me mercy.

Ezio laughs lightly as he sits next to me, handing me a cup of fresh water. "She's a little rough around the edges but I'll be damned if she's not a good teacher."

"A little rough? I don't know if my poor muscles will recover from this." My whining only seems to amuse him farther.

"Drink, you have not had water in hours and it will help with the pain."

I grunt as I go to sit up but only make it an inch before returning to the cool stone floor. "Can't move. Too tired." Ezio rolls his eyes before taking me by the shoulder and pulling me up until I'm leaning against him.

"There, now drink. You'll feel better." I take the cup from his hand as he supports my weight with his arm slung over my shoulder. I did feel better as soon as the cool liquid hit my throat, and I finished the cup greedily. "Better amore?"

"Better."

"Good. I want to show you something. Are you able to move freely?"

I glare up at him. "Am I able to move freely?" He laughs at my snide remark.

"Please. I promise it will be worth it." The way he looked at me with that smile made my heart skip a beat.

"...fine" I mumble, and his smile grows ear to ear.

"Va bene!" He wastes no time lifting my tired body from the ground and onto my feet. We walk a little ways as I slowly get feeling back in my limbs. Eventually we get to a church like building and stop. I look at him and wonder what he's up to. "I'm sorry bello but you're going to have to climb one last time." He said softly.

I look at him in betrayal and disbelief. "You want me to climb?". I look from him to the building and back to him. Every passing moment I feel my arms grow heavier in dread. "How many times will you break my heart fantasma." He stifled a laugh at my pleading.

"I promise amore, it will be worth it. Will you do it for me?" When he looks at me so gently I know I am defeated. I let out a sigh.

"Lead the way." I gesture towards the building as he smiles.

The climb up was slow going but faster than I would have done before. Even exhausted I can tell I've improved. Ezio stops every few feet to make sure I haven't slipped or have gotten stuck. He offers his hand a few times but now I'm too stubborn to take it. I'll prove I can do it on my own and that I'm skilled enough to stay by his side. The last time I pushed his helping hand away I noticed his eyebrow furrow under his hood. I don't have time to focus on that though while I'm trying not to fall to my doom.

Finally I made it to the top, Ezio already waiting for me. He sits on a ledge and pats the tile beside him and I gladly join.

"I'm glad I was able to make it before my arms gave out." My snide comment earns me a sly smile. I close my eyes as i catch my breath.

"As am I."

"I hope this is worth it, Ezio."

"As do I." If I wasn't so tired maybe I would have caught the hint of nervousness in his voice. He wraps his arm and shoulder cape around me as I lean against him. "Look". I slowly open my eyes and see the sky alight with pinks and orange painted over a blue canvas. A stunning sight shining over the city and reflecting off her many waterways.

"Amazing…" I'm enthralled by the sunset this high over the city. I can't even hear the people on the street from this distance. It's only me, Ezio, and the setting sun.

I am taken from my thoughts when I feel a rough calloused hand gently cup my cheek and turn my head. I'm pulled close as I come nose to nose with my long lost paramore. His sharp eyes searching my face for any sign of doubt before slowly leaning in planting a tender kiss on my lips. The kiss was soft but with a smoldering ember underneath, like trying to hide a desperate flame. It felt like my skin was on fire with excitement and want. My head felt fuzzy and unable to think straight, however the feeling was not unwelcome. When finally we broke the kiss Ezio's eyes were shining brighter than the sun itself, and I'm sure mine were the same.

Long after the sun had set we stayed there, unmoving, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. I look towards the ground below deep in thought. The day had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. I can't help but let a yawn escape my lips.

"I think it's time we find somewhere for you to rest amore. You have had a long day." He offers me his hand and this time I take it. He helps me to my feet and steadies me on my shaky legs.

"I don't think I have the strength to climb down…" I say quietly, guilty of my own weakness.

"Do you trust me?" I nod my head without hesitation and he smiles at me. "Then relax and close your eyes one last time." His voice is low and reassuring. I close my eyes as he wraps both of his strong arms tightly around me, holding me close to his chest. I feel my feet lift off the ground and the wind rush past me. The free fall felt like an eternity yet I still felt safe. The next thing I knew was Ezio underneath me in a cart of hay. He's got a giant smile on his face as he looks up at me. His smile is bigger than I've ever seen and for once I can't tell what he is thinking.

Bastardo. Bastard

Amore. Love

Va bene. Okay/ all right

Bello. Handsome/pretty/nice

[the-banana-0verlord]

Answer some or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

Alright, ill try lmao

1.no, i dont have freckles!

2. I WISHED i found Coffee and tea good because its so aesthetic but it tastes bad imo

3. I checked my spotify and its girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper so i suppose its that

4.i move a lot but i usually end up on my side.

5. I move too much to sleep with a lot of them because they always end up on the floor. Although i do sleep with my malleus plushie.

6. Thats a hard one, because i do both. Though i think of writing as my primary hobby/eventual job, i definitely have more fun drawing(until art Block comes knocking that is)

7.depends on the thickness. Right now i have three eith two being thin and one being medium, but i could sleep with one really thick one.

8. Mitski!!! I love her so much. Otherwise I like mother mother and marina

9.the third of november!

10. 154 cm or 5 feet. No that is not short

11. Blue-grey-kaki. I like to think of them as blue.

12. All my mutuals, all my irls, my mom, my dad, and my little sister

13. Abandonnent, failure, the future in general.

14. Yellow and light blue!

15.fall! Its so pretty

16. Im not sure yet but i can maybe have someday a small tattoo. Im not a fan of qhoel body tattoos for myself.

17. Well my ears a pierced but im not gonna get more.

18. My two irls! Talking about not getting neuvillette in gneshin ;-;(and murder)

19. I dont have a best friend per se, although i do have a closest friend. Weve been friends for at least three years(already? Damn)

20. Honestly i miss my first mutual on here. I hope they come back soon ;-;

21. It just started but its been pretty good up til now!

22. About 9-10 hours?

23. I mean, there is bound to be other forms of life in space, just thousands of lightyears away.

24. Monday cause my friend said she didnt think we were friends.

25. Id say 1890 to 1900? Though the living conditions were meh i like the aesthetic

26. Generally being silly ig? I suppose i act childihs as a comic relief.

27. Currently my favorite book(s) is the Truly Devious series by Maureen Johnson! It's been clawing it's way into my brain.

28. I'm actually doing quite fine. I'm a bit stressed since i'm going to boston soon but i can push out the bad thoughts!

29. I usually procrastinate decisions as far as possible. If it's a small one maybe like 2 minutes but if it's bigger ones it'll take longer(with the answer being no a lot)

30. Something i'm dreading but also am excited for is summer! Bye school but hello summer job ;-;

31. My irls and i(can i really call them irls? i met only two of them irl and once or twice. anyways-) are planning a roadtrip after we're all 18(aka in a bit more than 4 years)!

32. Either my friend's (irls+ moots) houses or in paris. I've always wanted to see paris.

33.open, my cats need to be free to walk in and out!

34. sunflowers and roses(i have a list on the meaning of each rose color) daisies are also cute.

35. i...guess? i own a banana shaped stress ball(that is very dirty i dont use it much) but idk if it counts as a squish.

36. yes, almost more than my first name. although my first and second name are kinda in the same name. it's like first name-second name.

37.cats!!! I have two(named chicken nugget and nebraska)(my family also owns dogs but oh well)

38. I'm a bit scared of heights but i wouldn't say i have a phobia

39. i usually go to sleep at 10:30 pm on weekdays, and 11:00-11:00 on weekends(when i don't have to wake up early due to sunday class)

40.Although i haven't been to a real beach a lot, i like it! And i always prefer sunny days so sun it is(to experience sunset on a beach... must be the dream)

41. I'd say the owl house! It's so colorful with two of my main kins.

42. @xen-blank @thehollowwriter @quartztwst @boopshoops @saionjeans (so sorry for the tag non-moots! Also i would've included all my moots but it said five ;-;)

43. Yes, i have five siblings! One oldest sister, two older brother, a little brother and the baby of the family, my little sister. i have middle child syndrome.

44. Either my mom or my little sister. I hug and say i love you to them very often. Or i said it to malleus last. One of them.

45. Tbh i have no idea in which circomstances i would die for something. maybe if i could trade my life with someone's close to me. or for peace on earth idk.

46. a big ol hug from my malleus plushie. it's a real emotional support.

47. no i have not. or maybe i did. i will probably forget it soon.

48. my two parents absolutely.

49."I wish to expérience it someday" (speaking of old lady gossip)

50. can i send you the same questions? :3

[lucifer-larrson]

3rd Of December {Vance X Male Reader}

•°'ᴵ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʷᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᴼⁿˡʸ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'°•

<~Friends to lovers~> <~short story/mult part~>

Different/before the movie

May have modern/more modern parts

December, 3rd Thursday 3:00PM

M/n l/n. Next to his friend, most feared in town. Most strongest in town. If asked hr would say he's stronger than his friend out of pride, pride hd was known to have. Cockiness he was known to have. But deep down the h/c boy idolized his friend. In many ways, some shameful, some not.

Regardless of what he was known for: a cocky, prideful, strong, feared, boy who wasted his time on no one as no one was worth his time(other then him). And he was. Yet he was more then that. Shameful, overthinking, nervous,weak, maybe even shy. Like a school girl with a bad boy.

And it was because of one person he acted differently from what others knew him as, him. His best friend.

Infact that's who he secretly is walking down the school hall to find. He may seem like a accidental met up then hang out. But m/n planned it well, memorizing his friends schedule and acting like be goes down this hall because of a class, when in reality he is no where near close. All to run into him.

He doesn't like to admit it, and won't. But if anyone knew half the stuff he did they might call him obsessed.

All this over his friend; a boy. A bad boy named ,Vance Hopper. One of the worst guys in school, and m/n l/n also one of the worst guys is madly secretly in love with him.

As people move for m/n, speeding down the hall, to get by he smiles on the inside as he saw who he was in search for. The blonde curly mullet haired asshole. With his resting bitch face still on he pushes a few kids finally reaching vance. Vance was tall, m/n as to but he was a few inches shorter.

Regardless he could, and did, playfully wrap his arm around vance shoulder joining him in his walk. Vance had on his usual white tan top, jeans, jean jacket, but this time a gray regular jacket as well. It being December, the 3rd, it was a little chilly out.

Vance looking annoyed before going with it playfully elbowing his friend. "Where you heading off to?" M/n asked glaring at a girl that was looking at vance without him seeing.

"Pinball." Vance said and m/n smirked. Ever wsince he best vance high score he's been going every day to win it back.

"Still mad about that? Was a goof babe." M/n teased as they made it to the exit doors. Happy to leave that hell hole, glade it was there last year.

"It had to be a glitch." He said starting his motorcycle. (Try and tell me he didn't have one, or would if he could)

M/n getting on behind he rested his head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms like snakes around his waist. "Sure." He said making sure to drag the word for exaggeration. Due to the loudness of the motor bike that's when the conversation ended, or paused. At least into they got tue the small store that held the pinball machine.

Walking in together m/n went a d got the two drinks, and vance went right to the pinball machine. Others may get bored of watching but m/n loved to. He liked to watch vance play.

He was so focused, and made small cute faces went he lost, or dod something good. M/n may have a resting bitch face on always, and seem like he is spacing out if someone looked at him but he was well focused on his friend, and his game.

Just as he lost m/n was suddenly pushed to vance with a harsh slam against him making him lose his balance. "M/n? The fuck!'vance said before seeing he was pushed by some boy. "You do this?!" Vance yelled taking a step closer.

"I, um. I didnt mean to I'm sorry." He stuttered thong of words. M/n looking evan move pissed then usual fixed himself.

"You made me loser my fucking game! I was about to win shit face!" Vance yelled.

'You lost before though?' M/n thought confused. He'd clearly seen him getting ready to play again because he already lost.

Without warning vance sent a hard punch right in the guys face, hitting his nose it made a crack. Was 100% broke. Luckily m/n, just as equal strong as vance or just a little less, stopped him before it went on. Not because he felt bad, no. Because the cashier was about to call the cops again.

"Cops." M/n said and the two basically dragged each other out before quickly driving away. Last time something like this happened it was a harsh warning, this time would of been at least a over night stay at the jail if it continued.

Instead of going home it was still plenty of day time the two, well vance, decided on a park. Can't get arrested if your hidden in the woods in the old by the old park.

Upon arriving,parking, and getting off the two started to walk in a random direction. M/n happy as he loved the woods, vance not so much. He didn't hate it but didn't love it. He knew m/n did so he picked to go here. Only because it was a good hide away form another jail night. Not because he knew m/n would love it, and maybe let a smile lose.

If there was one thing m/n was good at; hiding emotions. He was a blank book, a empty canvas, no one could read him. And he knew it. He showed nothing of how he felt unless needed.

Walking to randomly messing with stuff and causing mayhem for shits and giggles. As the day started to turn to night they would have to to back at some point. During the walk back to the motorcycle n/n crossed his arms over his chest holding them with a slight shiver.

As goosebumps climbed down his skin. It wasn't a weird thing to do, cold or not, but it was different from m/n so vance saw it. Taking off his top jacket, leaving the sleeveless one on. He gave the gray jacket to m/n throwing it at him. "Fucking idiot. Better not get sick, I'm not dealing with those wannabes at hell alone." Vance said talking about school.

Putting it on with a eye role, it was ever so slightly bigger. With the smallest smile on his lips as he vippered it up. "Whatever." M/n said as they reaches the motorcycle, getting on the same as before.

Vance took m/n home as and he went to take off the jacket vance stopped him. "Keep it. Looks better on you and since your to stupid to bring your own now you have one." He said and m/n truned to cover his smile.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Night babe." He jokes as he fully turned to go in his house as vance went to his own home.

'If only you knew how much i liked you.'

[earth-1218designate]

Deadpool & Wolverine #CVReview

At least the Can'nuck's did not kiss ... Is the perfect selling point of this movie. Other than that, for those of us 2000's kids who aren't mindless Disney shills (an odd amount of those in Knoxville,TN , yet they supposedly hate everything else liberals have to offer) that will laugh at every anti-FOX joke Ryan Reynolds had up his sleeve there is a great comic book film here that gives viewers a substantial amount of time with some memorable figures in their toy chest before laying them to rest for the horrors of adulthood that await them outside the theater.

I'm not into the nepotism that got Blake Lively the role as Lady Deadpool, or the gender swapping of Dogpool or Kidpook from the early 2010's "Deadpool Corps" comics, but it's easy to overlook that when the rest of the cast boasts the return of Wesley Snipes ("Blade") , (*childhood crush over that bousteir) Jennifer Garner ("Elektra") having a one-one with Callisto ("X-Men The Last Stand"), and Channing Tatum finally getting screen-time as Gambit for a film of his that never made it out of development hell.

I like the bow this film puts on that era that was dear to my formative years and made for an excellent companion piece to the books I still read today as I cross the threshold into my 30's. Marvel Comics and films have been synonymous since I was in diapers, and for a large part I have FOX to thank for that, and Disney to thumb my nose at - not the other way around like backwards normie euro-audiences are led to believe.

The nods to Wolverine's legacy in this film were superb : "Deadpool & Wolverine" is essentially built around the premise that Wolverine carried the FOX universe (aka Earth -10005) and he gets cameo appearances of his comic book counterparts such as Patch, AOA-Wolverine, Hulk No.181, Uncanny No.251, and even Fang.

All this homage while riffing on Wolverine's height and Hugh Jackman's singing chops as well as questionable morality when Disney money is brought to the table, it's a wonder why a film with Deadpool as the lead on the header isn't more about Deadpool, but it is and it delivers by making Deadpool one of the most annoying characters in a Marvel feature - which he is SUPPOSED to be.

While Wolverine is taking on Sabretooth and pulling out "Drill Claw's" straight from "Marvel vs. Capcom" (Earth-30847), Deadpool is making tone deaf homoerotic jokes that get less of a laugh than on Eminem's latest album and praising socialism in a few barbs that will zip right over capitalist consumerist audiences heads like the Rob Liefeld and Stan Lee easter eggs hidden in the battle against the Deadpool Corps featuring the worst excuse for a Deadpool ever ... Deadpool 2099 !

When "The Marvels" teased this film with Beasts' appearance, I really was nervous and expected very little. But I am happy that this film turned out to be a funeral for the best Marvel films purely off nostalgia - set to corny Euro-pop music (Madonna, Nickleback, and NSYNC get prominent placement all on the soundtrack of this action flick) while providing a gorefest with glory kills and brand new utilizations of slow motion that Zack Snyder is no doubt jealous of.

I've seen alot of clips loaded in action films as a movie buff, but I've never seen a clip loaded the way Deadpool did to face off against Wolverine in 2024 - and that's what the MCU was aiming for and delivered.

Cassandra Nova was a pleasant and surprising toy to pull out the Marvel toybox, I'd be remiss if I didnt say that. Cheering for her, the TVA, and the more baser and nihlistic stances of all the characters was a testament that Marvel raised me right - even though many people might think those of us who read comics keep our heads in the clouds.

No, "Deadpool and Wolverine" shows the world that even people who cosplay in a yellow and blue Wolverine suits can get pissed off at people who think it's okay to make decisions off of "educated wishes".

Yes, the film is still Disney-related and with it's ending featuring Deadpool still simping for Vanessa, amongst other things that make Deadpool unlikeable in this film, "Deadpool & Wolverine" is the worst Deadpool movie. But, with the nostalgia-fest added in thanks to Wolverine and the rest of the MCU rejects, "Deadpool & Wolverine" stumbles it's way into the MCU, but still falters behind far superior films like "Black Widow" or even "The Marvels" directly before it.

All that self-deprecation and self-referencing can get as old as Blake Lively before she decided to settle down with Ryan Reynolds.

Greed was a big factor in making "Deadpool vs. Wolverine" and seeing Reynolds' name all over the credits with Shawn Levy, made we wonder where did Tim Miller go? Because I know if he would have been along for the ride "Deadpool vs. Wolverine" would have been a worthy cap-end to the Deadpool franchise, than just used as a segue to eventually ret-con the X-Men into Earth-19999.

Which all the nostalgia from being a 2000's kid in the world cannot hide "Deadpool vs. Wolverine" from being that cheap. Even "Madame Web" had more tact than that.

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C.V.R. The Bard

25th Jul. 2k24

[soulfullionbunny]

i tried to change myself for her but i cant. i tried to be more active on social media but im just not someone gy have a need to express myself. i dont want people to see me, and i dont want people to hear me. besides, going public is seriusly putting ourselves at risk for identity theft/scam. do you know how many sensitive information we exposed? the fact that my instagram and tiktok is public is goddamn nervewrecking. had to hide my birthday, my adress and shit. tu pun x complete, my college and my old high school still there. fuck me i hope im not one of those people yg kena scam sbb tu dowh.

i also tried to be more outgoing, but didnt end well. not a fan being mesra and doing small talk. if im gonna connect, i want it to be over something i will have in common with. in the mean time, i will stuck around wiht my extroverted friends je. im not comfortable with strangers honey, sorry.

then i tried being a rider/rempit. she mentioned she likes them, so... aku pun dah lama plan nak beli motor. maybe she like me again if aku ada ciri2 yg dia suka. but i cant gak bcs that would need money, and im using my money for the future. i cant spend it on that (yet). i know rezeki boleh cari yada yada bla bla but this is my way of mencari rezeki. i will secure money for me and my family first before i spend it on commitment camtu. it will be fun and it will be badass af, but too bad, i have a future to secure.

generally x de changes sangat, im still me. im not pious even after the changes i did. tried memorizing the Quran but i think im too slow for it. at least aku x tinggal solat dah which is good. i can offer religion stability to me future family. im still autistic, having ADHD and C-PTSD. those are permanent, so they are part of me FOREVER lol. therapy is getting expensive so i had to downgrade to public therapist and some exercise my old therapist gave to me. emotionally im more present but damn it takes a lot of energy. probably why i never express it in the first place. lagi 1, my god im also still horny af. i dont know what is wrong with me but my libido is never ending man. this is clearly not porn problem sbb i stop it cold turkey, its my bio problem. dasar species kena kawen awal. i held back lama but at some point kena release gak lmao. bcs of that i had no choice to marstubate once a while. its not that hard actually without porn, but actually easier. probably i dont need the extra help. and its actually flood everytime i did it. damn i probably need to write a separate post about my masturbation journey HAHAHAHHA.

anyway, changes are hard but im changing. but to be a completly different people is impossible. I would appreciate myself more, and just be the best of me instead of other people.

[1-deadgirlwalking-1]

3/23/2024

i woke up and then went back to sleep again a few times, i actually woke up at around 3pm. my head hurts and i feel very sluggish. i was productive yesterday, i did the dishes two times, put my laundry in the wash, took a shower, and started my late schoolwork. but today i am not. today i am a blob.

i don't feel like doing anything but i think it's only because my head hurts. i'm getting better though. sometimes i feel bad because i'm like "the other day i was doing so good but today i suck" but my bad days used to be my good days, and my absolute worst days used to be my normal. i'm getting better. i can see the progress as it's happening. and that's good. i still don't brush my teeth hardly ever though, even on my good days. today my teeth are hurting because of that.

anyway i've been learning kana. the only ones i have memorized are あ い う え お き く ア イ ウ エ and オ. which isn't a lot but it's a start. i get very happy whenever i click on a japanese video and am able to recognize characters in the title or subtitles.

i also got signed up for my classes next year. right now i have all A's, my highest grade is 100% my lowest is 90%, so my counselor was encouraging me to take all the honors and AP classes i'm eligible for, but i couldn't say that the only reason my grades are stellar right now is because of me cheating on everything. i don't know hardly any of the material we've learned this year. i finally got a notebook for math class and i'm planning on going through all of my old math lessons and writing everything down so i can actually remember it all. spring break is coming up so that will give me extra time.

for next year i'm signed up for algebra 2, honors english, honors biology, AP history, and japanese. i'm eligible for honors algebra but i'm hesitant on taking it because i'm afraid of getting bad grades, i still have some time to decide. i'm also going to sign up for dual enrollment and if i'm eligible, the two classes i take will replace whichever high school ones i'm signed up for now.

my mom thinks i should take german because i am part german (ethnically) and no one in our family can speak a lick of german, it's been completely forgotten in our family now. and my dad thinks i should take spanish because we're american and that's the most logical to learn. but i don't want to do either of those. i was already planning on learning japanese and my school has a japanese class. why would i not take that?? the only downside is both my family and guidance counselor now think i want to learn japanese because i like anime and that feels extremely slanderous. T^T

i have 7 late assignments to do today. which is a lot for me. but last year i had 60+ late assignments at one point, so it's not that bad.

im typing this last bit out later !!! today started out bad but ended good. i watched mlp and drew myself as a pegasus pony, the anatomy and proportions wasnt correct on some parts but i didnt want to redraw a whole bunch.

my uncle, aunt, and family friend came over today and while everyone was in the kitchen me and my uncle watched television together. it was fun. my uncle has been watching rottmnt with me every time he visits for the past few months, and while we were watching he kept pointing out things he likes about the show and it made me very happy.

he said he loves how the animation goes all out for the fight scenes, and he likes the little easter eggs and references. i told him about my rottmnt AU/OC thing and he was like "do you have a little fanfiction thing going on here?" and i was like "yes" but i haven't actually written it all out as a story, i have the whole timeline and some episode plots written down in a document, but that's it. he told me if i felt comfortable showing him any of my writing he'd love to read it and i told him i write sometimes but i haven't finished anything yet. he said not to worry about finishing anything, which i agree with it, but it would be nice to have at least one finished product to show. then we talked about writing and how we both like it.

my family friend spent most of the time in the kitchen with the rest of the family but sometimes he walked over and would watch some of the show with us for a few minutes. the first time i put it on while he was visiting he didn't like it because it was so different from the version he watched as a kid (87'), but today when we were watching it i told him he has to not think about the other version at all and just watch the show, because if he's only thinking about the ways it's different from the thing he likes, he wont be able to enjoy it as it is.

my uncle also said to think of it like a multiverse where this is a different timeline and all the characters are completely different people from their last version. like obviously that's donatello but it's not YOUR donatello, so it's okay that he's different. which is true but the thing is, i thought that's how everyone thought about remakes and different iterations? i didn't think anyone would watch a NEW iteration in a franchise being like "oh gee oh boy i hope this is a 1 to 1 replica of the specific version i like of these characters and there are no changes whatsoever, otherwise they've ruined it and it sucks." (not that the family friend thinks that way, he doesn't) but it all makes sense now why people act the way they do on the internet when a new version of something comes out.

anyway "they changed this and it's different from the thing i enjoy, therefore it's bad" is not the same as "they changed this and it caused a genuine detriment to the story (and lifeless remakes of existing media for a quick cash grab is bad)" and i wish people understood that. i wish people understood the difference between personal taste and quality.

that's the end of my rant, byebyeeee.

[cheesec4kee]

Time, wondrous time ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

meeting a boy and falling in love and giggling and kicking your feet at the thought of him was something you swore you’d never do, but maybe with Charles you wouldn’t mind.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, cheesy writing ew

[ a/n ] : woohoo part 2, this is kinda cheesy but it’s okay bcz it’s charles teehee !! (reblogs very much appreciated !)

[ navigation ] : p1, p2

⸺ fluff under the cut

you never really understood the difference between being in love with someone and loving someone.

that was of course, until Charles stepped in.

how long has it been? you don’t know. you’ve been texting each other nonstop to the point you’ve lost track of time.

you’d occasionally smile at the message he sent, whether it’d be a silly joke or a cheesy pick up line— it has cartwheels form in your stomach, has your cheeks flush slightly.

you realized that you were in love with charles, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn't deny the fact that you loved him differently than how you loved the rain or reading books in the library.

you were so submerged into him that sometimes he was all you could think about.

other emotions of course lapped into you like waves lapping into the shore, but the love for him stays. he'd always manage to sneak in through the back doors of your mind.

though, despite all of the feelings you harbored, you could never dare to confess to him. the words would be stuck inside your throat, and you would (most of the time actually) sometimes brush off the feelings you had for him, thinking that maybe its just a phase and you'll move on from it.

you didnt want to scare him off, you just met him a few weeks ago after all, you didn't want it to be weird between the two of you, especially since you actually enjoyed the yogurt from the small shop.

but most importantly, you didn't want him to feel forced to reincorprate your feelings towards him and ruin the bond the two of you had.

ever since you got his number, you would ask if he ate yet, you would remind him to drink water as you learned that he does tend to forget sometimes. maybe those were wordless confessions, and maybe you found yourself hoping that he would realize sooner or later.

the familiar toll of the bells filled you ears as you entered the yogut shop, greeted with a warm smile from Charles himself.

"the usual?" he smiled his hands getting something behind the counter, before you shook your head with a chuckle. you could see his smile slowly fading, lips parting slightly, which made you raise youreyebrows.

you could see his hand put something away behind the counter, making you tip-toe slighty to get a peek of what it was.

"is that bad?" you inquired, a soft smile tugging the corner of your lips.

"n-no! it's not that. ." he cleared his throat, shifting his weight from a leg to his other leg, hands against the counter.

as you managed to finally get a small peek of what he put away behind the counter, it was a cup of yogurt- or rather, (his) your usual order.

"ah, you have it prepared already?" you chuckled, watching his cheeks slowly burn from embbarasment, a sheepish smile creeping on his face.

"uh, yeah." he murmured, glancing at the prepared cup of yogurt, then back to you, staying silent for a minute, taking in your apperance.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering inside your stomach, you found it cute how he has your usual order memorized already. It's always the small details that does something to you.

"so, what would you like to order this time?" he smiles, tilting his head slightly.

"changed my mind. I'll just take the usual," you took your wallet, placing the money on the counter before he slides it back to you.

"keep the money, it's the least I can do." he hums, getting the cup of yogurt and handing it to you.

you blinked a couple of times before shaking your head, sliding the money to him.

"the least you can do for what, exactly?" you raised an eyebrow, his cheeks growing just a bit more red as he slides the money back to you again.

"..for your company."

his words echoed in your mind as you went home, unlocking the door to your apartment- heading straight to your bedroom, flopping down your bed and burying your face into your pillow, holding it tight.

your cheeks flushed a crimson red, your mind filled with the thought of him.

you sucked in a breath, before hearing your phone buzz in your pocket, causing you to pause and reach in your pocket,lifting your head from your pillow.

realizing it was a message from charles, you were unsure on how to react. fuck, what do you respond with?

he was asking if you got home safe. you thought about your resoponse, typing and deleting all over. his words still echoed in your head, you couldn't seem to shake it out of your thoughts- it'll always manage to creep back into your mind.

"yeah, I got home safely" your thumb hovered over the send button, before sighing and pressing send- hoping for the best.

reading back your response, it seemed kinda dry. you cursed under your breath, hoping he wouldn't mind.

"im sorry If I weirded you out before."

you read his text over and over again, wishing you could just asnwer and really be honest to him, pouring all the bottled up feelings you had for him.

"you didn't actually weird me out haha, I was actually happy to hear that you did"

"but why do you actually enjoy my company? I dont think im anything special for you to enjoy being around me."

"becaause I love you"

[nyarados]

hihi its flowers with a life update 👋

me & my boyf had our first anniversary last week! we didnt get to do much because i started a new job that evening, but i made a cheesecake & by some miracle it turned out ok in spite of me dumping boiling water in it by accident 😅

I've picked up a few new plants (some re-buys for ones lost in the past) and theyre all doing so well （˶′◡‵˶）

as for my survivors, both my first orchid & african violet are putting out flowers! my orchid's spike is still growing so it hasnt got any blooms yet but im so excited to see her flowers again, theyre such a pretty shade of purple. my violet's blooming like her life depends on it, theres at least 4 stems with flower bunches on them popping up! id love to get more violets but i swear she kills them somehow because they always get sick & die within months 💀 the only one thats survived, i propogated from her lol

as it's growing season, most of my plants have new growth. ive been thinking about getting a dedicated shelf for them so i can set up my grow lights again, but i havent decided on a location for it yet.

cats are doing well! im learning crochet & im 100% going to make my bf's cat sweaters since he loves clothes. i bought a tower for mine but neither of them use it 😮‍💨

uhhm nothing else new that i can think of. havent seen barbie yet, ive heard great things though. might take one of my sisters next weekend if she's not broke 😅

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YIPPEE IT'S FLOWERS 🌸🌸🌸🩷🩷🩷

happy 1yr to you and your boyf! and congrats on a new job! hope that's going well for you so far ✨️

hehe what's a flowers update without a rundown of your most memorable plants. very excited for your orchid too they're so pretty 🥰 and amazing I love that your violet is blooming so well (despite erm dying often). a special corner for all of your plants would be so lovely I hope you can get that set up soon 💪🏻

like your bf's cat likes to wear clothes??? that's impressive and absolutely adorable 😭😭😭 surprised no one wants the tower tho since cats like to climb. maybe there are higher surfaces around it so it's not as appealing? 🤔 but if not.... well is it still possible to return?

haven't seen barbie yet either but my bf is very excited abt it being a barbie movie date so we gotta set up a time for that soon lol