#bear with me this is part of the reason why im so slow

[newtscamandersbf]

chat do i color this #urgent its for school its due in idk when but very soon

PRAYING nobody from my class uses tumblr

[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

PART TWO

Its 2am have more scar headcannons/imagines

Characters: Razor(platonic), Kaeya, Xiao, Tighnari

Sorry these are probs subpar cuz my writing style varies depending on the bpd mood lmao. Bear with the redundancy of these, there are only so many ways to write the same action.

If youre the anon who sent me an ask im replying to your ask with the inverse you talked about. Stay tuned <3 (its probably gonna take another 6 months but welp)

Not spell checked or proof read sorry lol

Razor (platonic)

Wolf boy has a lot of scars as we can all tell. I feel like he probably doesnt get the point of lotion. Probably says it smells bad, like chemicals. His scars are all really improperly healed. Probably has keloid scars (overproduction of scar tissue). The sheer size of the ones on his arms lead me to believe he never got stitches or bandages of any sort, which makes sense considering his story. Regardless, that shit looks painful lmao. (Lighthearted imagine to start us off)

“Razor!” You yell, damn that kid was way faster than you. You nearly trip over a log as you run after him.

“Razor, stop running dammit.” You continue to shout after him, hoping anything you say might just make him slow down. Lord knows you could never catch up to him.

“It's just lotion. It'll make you feel better!” Your lungs start to sting from the chase and your legs drag behind you. You stop to catch your breath and Razor slows down in front of you.

He approaches you slowly like he's afraid you’ll catch him if he gets too close. “Smells bad,” he says and you all but roll your eyes.

“Sometimes things that are good for us smell bad.” You explain. Razor waits for your breathing to even out before he gets within arms reach of you.

“Like soap?” He says and you laugh at the memory of trying to get him to wash himself with soap instead of the occasional dip in the river.

“Yes, like soap.” You sigh and he frowns. Tentatively he holds out his arm, he looks at you expectantly.

“Finally.” You say under your breath and open the bottle of lotion. You can practically feel Razor's eyes watch your hands cautiously. He doesn't move as you spread some against the skin of his arm.

“Cold.” He comments and you huff a little laugh.

“See.” You say when you finish. “Feels better right?”

Razor finally relaxes and smiles at you. “Yes.”

You're just glad he stopped running.

Kaeya

Not gonna go the obvious way and say his eyepatch because I'm different lmao. I think his knuckles are scarred. I think kaeya seems like the type to cope with his feelings through violence. I think kaeya probably hates himself. When everything gets to be too much he just starts coming out swinging. The kind of person who punches a wall without really thinking about it. But yeah I think he used his fists too much when he was younger and now he wears the fingerless gloves to protect/cover the scars. (Sorry if this is weird or seems ooc, it just makes sense to me idk why)

You first see them when he gets the new outfit in sumeru. Everyone around you seems to disregard them, or maybe just not notice. But you can sense the way he subtly hides the scars, the way he walks with a hand behind his back, one covering the other. Its easy to not notice if you arent always watching closely. Maybe the only reason you noticed was because you seemed to always be staring at him. Kaeya catches you looking more than once and in typical kaeya fashion he deflects with flirting or jokes.

Later, when youve returned home to mondstat you ask him about it and he explains after some persistence.

“Its nothing to be shameful of.” You murmur, a hand holding his, looking at the dry scar tissue.

“Its one thing to have scars from braving a battle, a complete other thing to have them from your own stupidity.” He looks away from you and the eye you can see seems far away. Like he’s recalling something from his past.

“But it wasnt stupid, it was a way to cope. How can anyone think of something like that as not brave?” He doesnt answer you, only frowns slightly, a face youve never seen him make. “Do you atleast take care of them?”

He still doesnt respond. You sigh, exasperated, and pull out your endless bag of goods to find a lotion to help with the dryness.

“What are you doing?” He asks, and you all but cringe at the thought of him not knowing you have to moisturize scars.

“I’m helping you.” You half expect him to make a witty comment but the situation proves to be too heavy and he goes back to staying silent. The whole act goes without words, you spread the lotion over his knuckles, rub it in gently. He doesnt say anything until you slide his gloves back on.

“Thank you.” He says and before you can say anything back he adds, “For your actions and your words.”

You press a kiss to one of his gloved hands. “Your welcome.” You thnk you see his cheeks tint the slightest shade of red before hes back to normal again.

“And here I thought I was the romantic.”

Xiao

I always liked the images of the karmic binds/shackles so I like to imagine his wrists are scarred from straining(?) those too much. I mean considering Xiao is an Adeptus physical wounds wouldn't leave a scar so maybe these more mental-type wounds would. Like the more karmic debt he has the worse the scars get in condition, the less debt the more they fade. Maybe the lotion helps soothe the debt more than anything. Maybe the act of something so comforting and intimate with you lessens the pain. Food for thought I guess.

Every morning, at dawn, Xiao enters a room in Wangshu Inn so his lover can put lotion on his scars. This morning is no different.

“Good morning, Xiao.” You say like always, same pretty smile on your face every day.

“Morning,” Xiao mumbles and frowns as if this isn't his favorite part of the day. He avoids your eyes as he takes off his gloves. As many times as youve seen his wrists, he still gets insecure about them. It's no secret Xiao hates being vulnerable, even around his most trusted companion.

“I saw zhongli yesterday.” You say quietly as he sits down on the bed next to you, lotion in hand. “He was with that harbinger.”

“Tch. Useless scum.” Xiao comments and you laugh.

“He seemed happy, Xiao. Try to be tolerant of his friend.” Xiao just rolls his eyes and rests his arm in your hand. You continue to talk about your day as you open the bottle of lotion and start to spread it out against his wrist.

Xiao stays quiet during this, as he always does. You think he must enjoy your voice because he's always been intent on listening to you speak even if he usually prefers silence. He absorbs your words so soaked in affection and the ache in his body seems to lessen. Pain becomes distant, horrible and intense feelings become easier to push away.

It's over before he realizes it, you've put the lotion away simply holding his hand now, savoring the feeling of his skin against yours. He leans against you and you hum in content.

Maybe this is healing for the both of you. Mutual comfort.

Tighnari

I know a lot of people like the idea of him having scars from getting struck by lightning so i'm just gonna play off of that. Lighting very rarely leaves scars but the scars it does leave are burns. The electricity also causes nerve damage so you'd have to be very gentle and careful when handling tighnari’s scars. They're probably on his neck/back so itd take a lot of trust for him to let you see him so vulnerable. He probably already has lotion he puts on himself but its very hard to reach your own back so eventually he asks you for help.

You've seen him put lotion on his scars many times, watched him wince at the pain of it. You refrain from asking him if he wants your help. Tighnari is independent, he doesn't need anyone's help. But maybe itd be less painful if he didn't have to strain his muscles to reach the scars.

He doesn't say much when he asks the first time. Just tells you to be careful. He starts to list the ingredients of the lotion he's made. How he found it, what the weather was like that day.

No matter how gentle you were he’d still pause in the middle of sentences, and with his back to you, you never saw his winces but you knew they were there.

“Okay,” you say when you've finished and you know he's relieved it's over even if it was a more pleasant experience than him doing it himself.

But he thanks you anyway, and he’ll ask you to do it again the next day.

[hapfish]

Hey! I'm making a F!Leo cosplay and I was wondering if you have any advice for how to do the shell? The plastron, specifically. Yours was amazing! Ty xx

Yeah of course!!! Luckily the rise plastrons are very geometric so its pretty easy to make a pattern from it! I dont have pictures of early steps so pls bear with me <3 info n pictures below the cut

First thing i did was make a pattern of my torso with plastic wrap and tape so i could see the curve of my stomach and chest. Cant say this helped a TON, but i cant imagine things in my head, so it helped me conceptualize the size and dimensions i would need the front panels to be to cover my torso.

Next i started sketching small patterns for what the cut outs may look like. DEFINITELY make a paper pattern, this took a lot of trial and error and you dont want to waste too much foam. I cannot for the life of me find my paper patterns unfortunately, but hopefully you can see part of where im coming from with the detailed pictures of the plastron!! I made patters for 1/2 of the plastron, and flipped the patters over to make the other half mirrored and symetrical.

Now the cutting. I used .7mm foam (i think?? I got it from micheals. Joann fabrics has some but only small sheets. If you want less seams you should get the bigger ones, or buy massive sheets online. EVA foam isnt too hard to find, but make sure your density and width is appropriate for what youre making. When actually cutting the pieces out, some cuts will be flat while others may work best at an angle. I used mostly 90* and 45* angles to make clean edges and corners.

Bear with me bc the pictures in this next part are kinda uglie </3 ill explain why later.

For matching the curve of the body, i used a fresh blade and made shallow triangle cuts on the backside of the foam as can be seen here:

It would have worked better if the chest pieces were also vurved by i was on a time crunch and didnt have the time to make a 3rd or fourth plastron (yes this was a second fully completed attempt orz). Im also a bigger dude so it may be easier if your torso is smaller. I also had the benefit of making my pants from scratch (using a demon slayer uniform pattern that i altered) so i made the waistband big enough to tuck the shell into, which helped with keeping it curved around my body.

(This but only applies to future leo and i did post gluing the pieces together, but for his Top Surgery Scars™️ i cut into the chest at a 45*angle, then glued those pieces back onto the back side to seal the cut)

For gluing, i tried a whole lot of types but jothing worked as well as cement glue. It is toxic tho so make sure you do it outside or with good ventilation, and wear gloves/a mask. I did two layers on each edge then stuck the edges together, 3 if i noticed the foam absorbing it to much. Make sure you take the gluing slow and really put pressure on the pieces to lock them together. Follow the instructions and youll do fine.

For painting, i did 2 layers of modge podge, 1-2 priming layers (depends on if foam is white or black to start), and then whatever layers you need for a smooth coat of color. I topped it off with modgepodge again to seal it, but that may not have been the best idea for the following reasons....

EW YUCK. WHY IT LOOK LIKE THAT.

Well. It didnt always. Turns out when youre wearing approx 3 laters in the summer then cover your body with insulating foam, the heat and moisture makes the modgepodge MELT. and like i said before, this bottom portion was tucked into my pants so it did not breathe. I have yet to even try to find a solution but just keep it in mind when making your cosplay (and if you find a solution PLEASE LET ME KNOW! My one idea was tryna find a sealant that wont melt (obv) but idk what that would be)

And FINALLY. how to secure it to the body suit!! I used snaps!! So easy and nice (besides the melting issue but thats a different thing entirely.) They never came off or gave me problems (minus the melting) and made the shells easy to transfer/travel with and put on.

(Heres a pic of them on the suit sewn in by hand, and above you can see them on the shell itself.)

All in all, The plastron was so so hard and im honestly still not happy with it, planning to remake it before i wear him again. Please show me your cosplay when you finish it, id love to see!! Please lemme know if you have any other questions!! 🐢💙

[chiiyuuvv]

can you write about seeun & reader & they are best friends and one night they went to convenience store together to get food but when they were about to leave they realized that it was like pouring but reader didn’t bring any umbrella or jacket so seeun gave reader his only jacket and ig it liked made the reader flustered and then like they played in the rain a little then maybe like seeun confesses to reader then they kiss & start dating maybe??

CONVENIENT STORE - SEEUN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!seeun x gn reader (kinda whiny)

• GENRE — bestfriends to lovers, brief kiss in the rain, a shit show that i somehow managed to write

• WORD COUNT — 730

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this writers block is insane. Like i have 2 more requests that i ALREADY planned out, yet i STILL am having a hard time writing. Anyways i know this was shit but there prob would be a part 2 (bc of my seeun bestie) so stay tuned

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"Hey.." you eyes flutter open as you feel your body shake. "Go put on some shoes." a voice whispers in your ear, before walking out of your room and closing the door.

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And now you were walking with seeun, his arm wrapped around yours as you rubbed the sleepness out of your eyes. "Sleepy head." He chuckles, ruffling your hair as he drags you to a convenient store.

"Why.. are we here again?" You yawn, shutting your eyes as the bright lights blind you. "To hang out." He simple answers, grabbing a bag of chips and passing it to you. "We hung out yesterday." You reply.

"I missed you." He smiles with a shrug. "And just so you're not sitting down doing nothing all day." He adds, his hands lacing with yours as he drags you to the soda section. "Now do you want blueberry or grape?"

"Blueberry." You answer, your eyebrow raising. "You're acting different today.."

"Because im with my favorite person."

"What do you want??" You cross your arms. seeun wasnt just being nice without any reason; he probably wanted something from you

"To hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world." He leans down to your level, his nose booping with yours as his sparkly eyes stare at you. "I-" you gulp.

"You two are such a cute couple." A random person comes from beside you, grabbing the drink you were just about to take with a small bow.

"Oh we arent-"

"Thank you!!" Seeun smiles brightly, waving at the girl before taking a strawberry soda and walking away. "Yah!!" You run after him, bumping into his shoulder as you stomp like a child. "What was that for?!" Your arms cross again, a light blush on your cheeks that you just wish wasnt there.

"Aww you look so cute~" seeun pinches your cheek to piss you off further, paying for the food with one hand, opening the bag of chips and stuffing one into your mouth with the other. "Come, come!!"

He drags you to a little sitting area behind the store, stuffing another chip in your mouth to keep you from talking. "Isn't today just nice??"

"It would be nice if you just told me what was going on." You huff, wiping a crumb from your mouth. "Then thats no fun." Seeun opens his drink, looking up at the sky. "Looks like its gonna rain.." he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.

"It's gonna wha-"

"Lets go!!" He claps his hands, stopping your sentence as he throws the wrappers in the trash. Grabbing your hand, he walks you back to the sidewalk. "I can walk properly on my own, you know." You shake your hands from his, a pout on his face.

"Come on, pleasee??"

"Nope."

"My pookie wookie bear cherry on top-"

"Absolutely not." You cut him off, running ahead of the boy as he laughs. His arms wrap around your shoulders to slow you down, your back hitting his chest as he lifts up your head; his shiny eyes staring back into yours with a silly smile.

"Lemme walk you home." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead when a water drop falls on you. "Eww, did you just drool?!" You exclaim, getting out of his hold.

"No, there was just a drop of water and-" a drop falls on his eyelash. "Why is there- oh yeah its raining." He deadpans, answering his own question as the rain starts to get a bit heavier.

"Well are you just going to stand there?? Its cold.." you rub your arms, turning around to find the boy still not moving for shelter. "Well then take my jacket." Seeun slips off his jacket, passing it to you.

"What, no, you're going to get cold too."

"No, it's fine, take it." He shakes the jacket around for you to take, sighing when you still shake your head no. "Fine, how about we make a deal, you'll wear this jacket and I'll keep myself warm."

"And how would you do that??" You look at the boy confusingly, stepping back when he steps towards you. "Like this.." he whispers before cupping your face, and placing a soft, short kiss on your lips. You get a faint taste of strawberry when he pulls away, his face redder than what he drunk.

"I definitely feel warm now."

[piercethenix]

a very long list of sleep token lyrics that make me feel more religious than i ever did at church

"wont you come and dance in the dark with me? show me what you are i am desperate to know"

"im coiled up like a venomous serpent tangled in your trance and im certain you have got your hooks in me"

"and i dont wanna get in your way but i finally think i can say that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me"

"and i know i know the way that it goes you get what you give, you reap what you sow and i can see you in my fate. and i know i know i am what i am the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb so darling, will you saturate?"

"lets load the gun. make her eat the tape in the bathroom mirror see if she can guess what a hollow point does to a naked body"

"so flood me like atlantic, weather me to nothing. wash away the blood on my hands"

YOU MAKE ME WISH I COULD DISAPPEARRRRR

"and just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing and wash out the salt from my hands. so touch me again, i feel my shadow dissolving"

"they talk me through the damage, consequence and how its a pain they know they dont understand"

"when the mouth of infinity buries its teeth in me, ill smile through the agony for you. and i know you still bear the weight of your own existence and youll never bear the weight of two"

"well, i know what you want from me. you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception setting you free. so take what you want and leave"

"rose gold chains, ripped lace, cut glass, blood stains on the collar, please just dont ask"

"give in again and let me lay, my arms belong around you"

"i come as a blade, a sacred guardian. so you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood"

"id turn my walls to gold to bring you home again"

SO SHOW ME THAT WHICH I CANNOT SEE EVEN IF IT HURTS ME EVEN IF I CANT SLEEP OH AND THOUGH WE ACT OUT OF OUR HOLY DUTY TO BE CONSTANTLY AWAAAKKEEEE YOUVE GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

"and im not here to be the savior you long for, only the one you dont. are you watching me with eyes of a predator as you move towards the door?"

"show me those pretty white jaws show me where the delicate stops show me what youve lost and why youre always taking it slow show me what wounds youve got show me love"

"i am the shadow, youre a passenger. i am the intake of breath so sharp and i know you better. just want to know you better"

"if you want to give then give me all that you can give all your darkest impules and if you want to give me anything then give give in again"

"ill tear the fibre from the filamemt, ill be the limit of your light again. i want to taste you better i want to taste you better. i will be watching for your enemies, to let them know that they contend with me"

"between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave. you say you want me but you know im not what you need but i am"

IF YOU HAD A PROBLEM THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME BEFORE YOU STARTED GETTING ALL AGGRESSIVE AND CONTROLLING YOU ONLY DRINK THE WATER WHEN YOU THINK ITS HOLY SO KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD OR WE WILL BOTH BE HERE FOREVERRRR

"nevermind the death threats parting at the door wed rather be six feet under than be lonely"

WHY ARE YOU NEEEEVERR REAL THE SHIFTING STATES YOU FOLLOW ME THROUGH UNNNREVEALED

"yet in reverse you are all my symmetry, a parallel i would lay my life on. so if your wings wont find you heaven i will bring it down like an ancient bygone"

"i know for the last time, you will not be mine. so give me the night, the night, the night"

"and i hate who i have become (i might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody)"

"most days you reach for safety. remain calm, forget that you know me"

DARLING IM NOTICING YOUR FLAWS THEYRE EXACTLY WHAT I WANT EVEN IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ME, KNOW IT

"it seems your heart is locked up and i still get the combination wrong. or are you simply waiting to save your love for someone i am not?"

"is that a glint in your eye? is that a blade in your palm? well, i am yours tonight so will you lay in my arms?"

"i want to feel my stars align again, even if the earth breaks like burnt skin and the heavens just wont open up for me. would you invite me in again? wont you pay for your arrogance? wont you show me your weakness?"

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel By the Wing - Eight

Warnings: mentions of possible future death, arguing, cursing but that’s the norm for me

A/N: IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT I had an entirely different chapter written and it just didn’t feel right. I hated it but I didn’t know what to write. But then...boom bingo it came to me. Enjoy

Series Masterlist

“You fucking what?” Your incensed voice cut over the music from Jake’s Alexa and you ordered the device to quiet down before turning to glare at the blond seated across from you. Jake stabbed at his burrito bowl and merely shrugged at your frustration.

“I motivated him a little,” Jake hummed. “Y’know why he’s called Rooster, right? Always waiting for his time to come, but he always waits a little too long to crow. So, I pushed him in the right direction. That’s all.”

Your grip tightened around the handle of your fork and you shook your head. “You are such an asshole, Jacob Seresin.”

His smile dropped and he raised his hands in a placating, innocence-bearing gesture. “You don’t even know the guy and you’re taking his side?”

“Who cares if I know him or not?” You shot back. “It was a shitty thing to do.”

Jake studied the way your scowl deepened and brows drew tight. There was something he was missing. Something in the lines of your shoulders and the heat in your gaze…

“You slept with him,” he finally said. “You slept with Bradshaw.”

“And so what if I did?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I know our deal. But out of all people, I thought you had better taste than that.” His words were dripping with sarcasm and derision and you let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

“Fuck you, Seresin. You’re just mad that some guy could make me come faster than you can.”

“Aw, darlin’, I bet I’m the only guy who has ever made you scream.”

You shook your head. “You’re such a pompous ass. You act like Rooster is the only one here with daddy issues but surprise, Seresin, you’re fucked in the head too!”

His cocky smile dropped, lips parting in surprise at your low blow. Your chest rose and fell with harsh, angry breaths but you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.

“You’re distant and unattached because you saw how your father treated your mother and you dread becoming like that, but you’re not. You’re nothing like your dad, Jake…and you don’t see that. He pushed you to be the best and it’s turned you into this glutton for glory, but…you don’t get it, do you?” Your voice softened at the end of your statement and he just stared at you. A swell of emotion pressed against your throat and cut off the words that threatened to spill out, but you bit them back and took a long, slow breath.

“You need to cut the shit on this lone wolf act, Jake. These people are you teammates for a reason. You’re going into the field with them because you’re the best. There is no competition here, despite you always thinking there is. I know your dad fucked you up in the head, but god, Jake…”

You shook your head and laid your fork down in the shallow bowl before folding the lid on. “You can really be a selfish dick, Jake, and I say that as someone who cares about you.” Tears burned at the corner of your eyes and you blinked them away, surprised at the sudden rush of emotion that flooded your chest.

“If you die out there, the next time I see you will be with a flag draped over your coffin. Do you think that’s fair to me? To your mom? Do you think she’ll care that you were the best when she’s handed that folded flag? It feels like you don’t realize that there are people here, at home, who love you and want you safe. You’re always so focused on being the best that you forget about the people around you. I can’t lose you, Jake.” A sob bubbled up in your chest at the mere thought of seeing that casket. “Please. Don’t make me bury you.”

The kitchen descended into a stalemate. Jake sat on one end of the table, speechless and searching for any semblance of words to string into a sentence, and you were sitting there with a creeping sense of horror as you realized all you had said.

Quickly, you stood and grabbed your purse and phone. “Thanks for lunch, but I really need to get going.”

He stopped you with a gentle touch against your hip. You turned and peered down at his bright eyes. Jake’s lips moved, but only muted whispers escaped him. His brow furrowed over shiny blue eyes and you reached up, smoothing the tips of your fingers across his brow in an attempt to erase the worried lines creased there.

Craning your neck down, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He smelled of sunscreen and sea foam, just like he always did. Jake lived by the beach. He loved the surf and sand and the warmth of the sun and you…god, you loved sitting there with him with the sound of waves crashing in the background and his cocksure humor keeping you entertained.

But you weren’t seated in the sand next to him. You were walking out of the door before you said anything you regretted.

You extracted yourself from his hold so you could get to your car. You set your leftovers in the passenger seat, buckled yourself in, and then pulled away from his apartment without looking back once, scared that if you did, the tears would start falling down your cheeks before you could stop them.

Jacob Seresin was such an asshole.

You loved him.

“Fuck,” you swore, slamming your hand against the wheel. Way to fucking go.

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[zexonyte]

alright folks

i found this buried somewhere in my notes app and im 87% sure i wrote it bored out of my mind during english class. so have some crudely written 2000 or so words of Starman Headcanons (somewhat) (1/3)

metallic shell, organic insides (mostly)

some sort of affinity for magnetic fields. maybe how some grow spikes? like a long time exposure to strong magnetic fields makes them grow spikes. i can see it

born without their shell, forming it throughout childhood. it's the part that regenerates the fastest, but wounds or shell damage is still highly dangerous because it may make it grow in undesirable spots, such as inside your body, and the boosted growth endangers you even more. kinda like those boars with tusks that can pierce their own skull. and corals

speaking of corals. that's how they form the shell. just as giegue's species, starmen come from an aquatic planet with a shit ton of metallic matter suspended on it? is that the word? whatever its like ferrous water. they use it to build the shells like corals do. underneath it they bear resemblance to giegue's species if they were like tailless and earless and all

oh yeah both of those share a common ancestor. yea they're from the same planet. yea that strange camaraderie is part of why giegue's species allow the starmen to use PSI. ill get back to this later maybe

also giegue's species is a mouthful so im gonna call them gamers now

starmen reproduce mainly asexually through fragmentation. like starfish. why? i said so.

do they reproduce sexually too?? who the FUCK knows man but if they do it sure isn't internally

are they vertebrates? invertebrates? ¯_(ツ)_/¯ (probably invertebrates, or an alien version of that)

unlike popular belief their earth name isn't starmen because of them being aliens. it's because the one who named them was really into starfish. saw one's detached arm regenerating and was like "holy shit… it's like that weird ass fish i saw the other day"

everyone else understandably so didn't catch onto this because why would you and went with "ouughh Man from Stars.." which is succint and understandable but it's boring as hell. let me have this.

their sheer psychic prowess makes them highly sought after as mercenaries. modern starman society is somewhat shaped around this and ESPECIALLY around their gamer relatives

space mercenaries babey!

coming back to their shell. ghosts of starmen, aka starmen elders, have begun their decaying process and are losing their affinity with magnetic fields. can't regrow or renew shell anymore. die of normal causes like disease or regular Old Age typically but if not that aint saving them because they die for lobster reasons too.

however, they're still highly valued and sought after, not just because of their overall rarity compared to juvenile/younger starmen, but because they have untold years of skill and experience in conquest and battle. AND sheer psychic power even if they're slowing down a lil

this includes so-called ghosts of starmen (who are named for their ethereal physical appearance and not actually because they're ghosts, although that would be cool as hell i do think they at least deserve a break in the. afterlife. for aliens? they deserve a rest), starmen deluxe, and final starmen, these last ones having the highest demand (high skill and strength while still being relatively young)

starmen's shells can be branded with crests to show/pledge allegiance. many have or have had several crests at once. starmen with a single crest are choosing to display ultimate loyalty to a single power which sure as fuck means something to the cosmos. ALL those civilizations you could get hired by, and even among the nations who are allied/have peace together some still refuse to get more than one, which is seen as. rude as hell like what the fuck man we're pals

starmen nationalism??????? i GUESS????

not sure if that's the exact word, but whatever man english isn't my mother (heh) language

a starman without crests… ohh man. they know the system sucks ass and are also seen as kinda. dissidents. and pests because ???? you're a starman asshat what else are you good for. man i did not like writing that

[madame-cookie]

janthir wilds thoughts

im having a lot of fun. i dont really have a lot of nice things to say about it except the maps are fun to play in and the housing is cool. but that being the case i dont want to come across as coming away from the expansion feeling negatively. bc despite not liking a lot of details about the expansion, it was still as fun as others. i think i maybe even liked it more than some of the larger living world plots and its just started.

mostly, im just not interested in many family-based narratives. i dont have a family so it just usually takes a more... impactful relationship to make me interested in the dynamics. it being a whole cast of new characters and a new fantasy group of people made me even less inclined to invest myself in their issues bc i was still trying to figure out the context for these characters and this place.

it did explain why caithe went with us though. i thought that was so random but then it went on to be the unresolved mommy issues chapter and she is like the grand champion of mommy issues bc she just made them all up in her head. like... i always thought it was SO WEIRD how caithe treats aurene so much like a mother to child. like except for weird dragon bond magic i dont really understand how or why her character has gone from being calculated and cunning to just like, doting and brooding over a child that was really the player characters' if anyones. she says like "our daughter"or some shit to you at the end of this one and i was like ooooooooo ehhhhhhhh about that. i love u caithe... and i think u rule.... but you are my least favorite member if every group we are in together so its a little weird for you to talk about the baby u have with me sorry.

malice it was like. cool to remember she exists. she is still just an extension of other characters and not really speaking for herself in a way that matters. just too shy about her position to do much. dont know where thats going but it could be cool to see her become important as a character for how important she was in specifc parts of the story. shes neat! i wanna be excited to see her but rn for her and caithe i was just like. oh :/ was literally everyone else busy? lol

poky is weirdly just like braham. i kinda wish braham just came bc i think its crazy we just sort of touched base and that was it. like dude whats up!!?

omg real quick. Stoic Alder. i am so sorry. you talk WAY. TOO. SLOW. i cant stand it. i never do this but his was the first time playing in 12 years that i actively sought to miss a character's dialogue. i was getting drinks etc every other time he talked bc it was largely summative in nature and soo. slowwwww. all the lowland koda sort of talked that way but his was so hard for me. do they pick leaders based on who talks slowest? lol. the council was dope i like them. but especially when it was all about his estranged relationship with his son bc of his dead wife or whatever. like thats sad bear stuff i guess but it happens bro lol. i dont think the first 5minutes of Up is said either bc like they lived a happy life together ppl die and thats normal.

but thats beside the point. i guess it just felt a little like we were mostly dealing with slice of life issues while what could very well be a devastating threat was brewing just north all the while.

i didnt think titans were ever coming back tbh. sort of a deep cut while being relevant no matter what bc of lore reasons. its kind of cool bc pretty much everyone has a potential stake in it. if their people werent directly affected by the titans of the past, the actions of the peoples they manipulated were pretty much felt by everybody.

im not happy about having to wait to unlock the rest of the core crafting disciplines for my housing since im fairly certain there will be many future ways to craft expanding on that. diverting the access to the last (better, likely) half of recipes is kind of frustrating. i missed when they manipulated our gameplay in more subtle ways. there are a lot of things about this and the last expansion that really make it seem like theyre trying to negotiate with your willingness to waste your time. and i dont appreciate it lol. but its not a big deal. im mostly excited about future expansions.

like i loved in the prologue how they walked us around the room to tell us more or less the next things the alliance would be dealing with. v excited to go back to elona in the future. and the tengu... how long must i bang my fists against the walls of the dominion of winds before they let us innnnn. in my truest fantasy its bc theyre going to let us make tengu characters. but i know its delusional dont worry. the hope keeps me young.

overall i LOVE the spear skills. huge spear fan here. i really wish they hadnt just stopped making underwater skins for black lion weapon lines bc a lot of them would probably have nice spears we could be using. its... a little silly of them when you think about it. im starving for a better variety of spears! and i did sort of expect more than like 4 when the expansion came out. the spear expansion with a spear on the cover.

whispering sorrow is a very complicated character that i still feel as if i have learned the most about from lore documents despite having met her. i want to like her, and i think she's really cool because of what she can do. but i want to like her because of why she does things too, and im just sort of waiting to see why that could be. or at least to hear it from her mouth.

also just bc i remembered it. i hope poky joins our little guild. i want to like him bc i like braham and theyre so much alike. i wanna see how theyre different too. but i feel he hasnt had as much time yet to banter with us bc we have been mostly dealing with his personal issues. and rightly so! but we got to play w braham a lot before his life fell apart so idk i just think it would be cool if in like a year i was drawing poky and braham doing karaoke together or something lol

[rin-and-jade]

hii !!! I'm the temp caretaker of our system (unsure of role yet) and we're having some difficulties trying to manage things because host has still not fully accepted that we're a system and stuff. so he often fronts, and when we see him tired, we offer to front in his place. he either declines and sacrifices his rest or leaves in a very short period of time and comes back. he says he doesn't trust us or what we could do while he's away because he's paranoid our cover would be blown. how can we convince him? we have school coming up and we need to get our inner bearings together before we go there. thank you in advance! ^_^

tkdr;; host doesn't trust us to front and takes the most time in front, resulting him to be tired. how to convince him to take a break and let *us* front?

Alright, as a part who also struggles with paranoia and have been actively fighting to strive some progress,, i can define it in one analogy to better understand the situation, and i'll add some extra things to say after it:

A person is tasked to do a trust fall with someone, that person is you (host). You're looking 180 degrees away, and then something had struck your mind that goes, "I think this guy will let me fall over on the floor on purpose if i don't keep an eye on it" so you halted the task and tried looking face to face. Thought it could make you feel better, and as it was about to be performed,, another one came "No wait even if im looking at the dude, it can just not catch me, or trick me into doing the trust fall and quickly retract the arms-- bro wants to make me fall and get hurt" and it'll literally just be never-ending.. wether you got assured, or not assured, and the weird thing is that you are in a room with an observer and the said person who is tasked to catch you so why are you worked up about it...? I'll explain why

I'm not here to explain how paranoia manifests as or comes from because its not 'bout the topic, so,, fast forward to how it's damaging and creating an endless loop that can be broken by ONE move. One move thats right,, it is true that people have a healthy amount of skepticism to keep them safe but when we're talking about paranoia.. it means endless doubts and suspicions. When we talk about too much of the good stuffs it literally translates to bad,, this is something we all should know before taking a step.

It doesn't matter how you get an answer to relieve the doubt, its like a kid that kept asking why after why in every answer and you just had to break out of it right?? You can, by rationalizing the situation. Because i can say, paranoia (atleast for me) is the one being irrational-- it detects green flags as red flags, it also misses a lot of details and creates false alarms that is then flagged as threat. Paranoia can be stopped (or atleast slowed down) by rationalizing the situation,, back to the trust fall example, "this person won't dare to hurt me because someone is keeping an eye on us" or putting yourself in their shoes, "I have no reasons to hurt the person who will do the trust fall, so i wouldn't even plan such thing at the first place and do what's right". Thats how.

I'm also adding that by shooing the kid (paranoia) once will not instantly fix it, this kid will come back anytime something catches it's eye (things that has the chance to let doubt in) and you have to actively tackle with it on a daily basis like me. Surely, the brain will un-learn that and adapt from "everyone out here will ruin my life" to "i guess no one even has time to ruin my life when they're busy with their own" (or in this case, systems are correlated with cooperation, it is very unlikely to betray, or do something bad, as the whole body is shared, more like prefer to grow together and bond)

It's best to take it easy (building trust and addressing the fear) as well as proving that you (caregiver and others) is responsible enough to be left at front because concrete proof beats paranoia better than other things, imo.

So i hope this is enough, i went overboard on accident (word-count wise) and this might help the situation,, goodluck guys.

- j

[pierofilm]

I am thinking of posting a fan fiction but I don't really know how can I continue to finish it.. I once posted one but the account got deleted for some reasons.. I really wanna post that fan fiction because I personally think the idea is quite unique but I don't think anyone would actually be interested as it would be my first work on this account.. I have noticed you are a slow updater (no offense) how do you keep yourself motivated to finish your work for such long time period... BTW LOVE YOUR WORK AND HOLY MOLY LOVE SCAM PART 1 WAS SO UNPREDICTABLE when I was reading that I was like OMG OMG for whole time.. Can't wait for the next part :')

Hi anonnie ^^ THANK YOU SO MUCH IM SO SO GLAD TO HEAR U LOVE IT :(( and to answer your question, It would be quite a lengthy paragraph but I hope you'll bear with it!

It's totally normal to have doubts and overthink whether or not people will like your story or just in any other form of art. But if you don't take the first step, then nothing will happen. If you don't believe in yourself first then no one will. If you want it then you should go for it, I'm a firm believer in chasing after a chance than just letting it pass by like the fleeting clouds or butterfly just bcs you were afraid it might not work the way you want it to be.

And truly, it might not really work out for the first try and that people might not like your story but isn't that how everything and life in general works out? You gotta try again, again and again till you succeed. You won't always get everything in the first try and that's totally fine. But you don't always have to dwell on that on the negative side, just go ahead and try! Don't let it hold you back.

But in terms of being a writer, just reminding bcs just in case if it hits you someday—here's one thing you have to remember: it's quite complicated really but it's actually simple. Write it because you want it, not because people want you to write it (unless you accept requests obv) and not because they want it (for example, smut.) Yes of course, we write for people—in fact the final drafts is for the readers themselves—however, you write for you and because you love what you write, you'll keep writing even when no one does. That's the pros and cons of being a writer. Just do it.

And yes lmao, I'm a very slow updater since I would always plan everything and then delete it, the cycle keeps going on so yea 😭✋🏻 and to answer your question for how I can keep myself motivated to write for a long period is a whole lot of reasons..:

1) I wholeheartedly love to write. I love writing that's why I keep doing it. Even when it's so freakin painful bcs of how dry my English becomes sometimes, it's still fun.

2) feedbacks + compliments from readers (compliments aren't always that necessary tho, feedbacks r.) , they're that little doses of motivation fuel that keeps you going. They're necessary, sometimes you won't get them though. If I have to be honest to you, ngl I broke down when LOVE SCAM didn't got the feedback I expected bcs I put a whole lot effort in it and I had so much hope in it. Apparently I was this rlly rlly close to delete that fic but I changed my mind bcs why? Even though I was crying bcs of sadness at that time, I didn't do it bcs why?— I love to write. Even if no one likes that particular story, I still love it. I had this three thoughts in my mind that time:

"maybe it's just that awful, I can improve a whole lot more better next time."

"maybe it's just not their taste, I still love it though."

That's just how it is. Your mind is your greatest friend and enemy after all. But later guess what! There's still feedbacks though, so gratitude and mental resilience in general also plays a big role.

3) read alot! Articles, books, books bout writing, nonfiction, fiction, biography and almost anything. Find every little thing to keep you inspired. For me, I write for enha! So I watch their vids and their mvs, i actually had a writer's block on Nov and that I kinda lose the motivation to write—thats why you'll see there's two months gap from EP 9 and ep 10 ><

4) last but not least, this is my principle that I have been practicing for awhile now—consistency over everything. In writing, quantity is alot more important than quality. You gotta write everyday no matter how small. You can't improve on the quality if you don't first work on your quantity of writing everyday—you gotta make time for it! Write that chapter, writing sprint or just a tiny short draft of 50 word count. It matters alot, atleast you're still moving.

So to conclude everything, being a writer is very fun but also very painful 😤❤️ I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST IN YOUR FIRST WORK AND YOUR FUTURE WORKS, SKSJRKSLAS IM ROOTING FOR U!!! GO FOR IT AND TELL ME TOO BCS I WANNA SUPPORT YOU DUH 😩😩🔥🔥 I APOLOGISE FOR THIS LENGTHY ASS PARAGRAPH BUT IM ROOTING FOR U ANONNIE <3333

[enslaughts]

the dividends of experience. . .

#𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂   :   a  low  activity  horror - heavy  multimuse  roleplay  blog  for  characters  featured  in  mixed  media,  including life is strange,  the quarry,  the last of us,  stranger things,  dc + marvel, succession,  supernatural,  yellowjackets,  star wars,  twilight,  the grishaverse,  hunger games,  and more.     headcanon heavy.

an ode to  :  teenage horror,  body terror,  ignorance as bliss,  mirrors behind sheets, and things that go bump in the night.     𝟶𝟺/𝟷𝟾/𝟸𝟹. written  by  jean,  23,  white,  they/any,  cst. on hiatus.

roster.     prompts.

currently consuming : the last of us part i and ii, the bear

high muse.

sean diaz.     life is strange 2. karen reynolds.     life is strange 2. jesper fahey.     the grishaverse.     @dvrast​ cat saetang.     the last of us. tommy miller.     the last of us. kendall roy.     succession,  not spoiler free. javi martinez.     yellowjackets,  not spoiler free. laura lee.     yellowjackets,  not spoiler free. cassian andor.     star wars. k-2so.     star wars. peter parker. the amazing spider - man. bruce wayne. batman: unburied. jason todd. arkham knight. peeta mellark.     the hunger games.

dash rules.

000. . .     disclaimer.

just a little one !     i am very new to dc + marvel comics and find myself often overwhelmed with the amount of issues there are to read.     i’ve got the spirit,  but i may or may not know the basics about your muse when it comes to comic based portrayals.     i apologize in advance,  but it’s nothing a little plotting can’t fix,  so if i pop into your ims with stupid questions about your muse, this is why.     but as always,  if you’re still down to clown,  i am very much too !

001. . .     activity.

i'll be frank : i write pretty sporadically, and this goes for ic and ooc interactions. i can get overwhelmed juggling responsibilities often, and socializing is one of the first things to go.     i un  /  fortunately work 40 hour work weeks,    and only get every other weekend off,  so my schedule makes consistent activity difficult on top of my focus. if i can successfully plot something with you, i find my muse is sooo much more involved, but i'm contradictorily bad at it due to the reasons above ; it's truly hit or miss, and i understand if that becomes frustrating for any of my partners.    sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week,  others merely once,  or not at all. if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  please know it’s nothing personal, i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.     writing is a hobby i enjoy, but if you're looking for a blog with any sort of regularity, this isn't the one for you. i have other rp blogs i try to run as well,  therefore i might be very slow on this one at times.     i can be quite the flaky rp partner,  so i apologize in advance for that and completely understand if my antics   [  or lack thereof  ]   result in an unfollow. if i go longer than two months without activity, i'll try to make a hiatus notice.

002. . .     following.  

because of the previously stated,  i’m also highly selective with who i rp with.     i want to not to bite off more than i can chew,  and for the sake of pacing myself,  my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.     if my thread count gets too high for my liking, it's not uncommon that i drop threads, but i will absolutely try and let you know if that happens.     duplicates are always welcome &lt;;3   [  let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to !  ] i regularly go on softblocking sprees to keep my follower count semi - low, but do feel free to re - follow if you feel like the stars merely misaligned for our first bout of mutual following and i'd be very down to give it another shot. on that note, it'll take me a week+ to follow back sometimes, as i like to read through not only rules, but dossiers and verse pages, especially for ocs, so it can take a hot minute.

003. . .     etiquette.

the basics  ;  don’t be an asshole,  any transphobia,  biphobia,  homophobia,  racism,  whitewashing,  pro - shipping,  incest,  etc,  will be blocked on sight.     no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.     loose inspiration is fine,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.     formatting - wise,  here is an example of my prose style.     i primarily use big ol’ text and static or no icons,  beta editor + xkit rewritten,  but feel free to format however you like and i’ll try to match you somewhat. since my concussion, however, i will no longer be threading with super small text or anything heavily formatted, as this can strain my eyes and make headaches worse, even with my glasses.

004. . .     shipping.  

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics,  whether they be platonic,  familial,  antagonistic,  pre - established,  etc,  so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses !     while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing  ;  referenced  ‘ offscreen ’  as it were is fine,  as are nfsfw headcanons and such,  maybe fade to black  /  time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog.     this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses.     romance is fine to some degree,  but again,  if they are a child,  anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits,  no exceptions.     if i see you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes,  it will result in an instant unfollow.     if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them,  these shipping rules will not change.     on that note as well,  i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+.     i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned,  it will affect my willingness to follow.

005. . .     memes.

memes from anyone,  anytime,  for the muse or for the mun,  are always welcome,  and often a go - to ice breaker of mine since starter calls make me nervous.     please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for.     i find if i force stuff,  i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done,  so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from.     please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs.     if you want to start a thread from an ask,  i greatly encourage it since i try to write most answers as potential starters anyway ! lastly, any memes in my tag aren't expired. if i don't want them sent in anymore, i'll delete them from the tag.

006. . .     triggers.  

this blog leans horror - adjacent in many ways,  and this blog will be portraying that accordingly,  including trigger - heavy content such as  :  depression,  ptsd,  panic attacks,  violence,  murder,  kidnapping,  self harm,  smoking,  abuse  /  neglect,  animal death,  horror elements,  cannibalism,  torture,  brainwashing,  death  /  resurrection,  religious imagery,  etc,  but i will try to tag it as  ‘ trigger // ���.     on that note,  please do keep in mind  :  any abuse present on my blog will be in headcanons or backstories,  never actual threads.     if i’m writing with villain muses,  physical harm may be present,  but i refuse to roleplay any domestic  /  animal  /  harm or abuse in any form.     my personal triggers are visual eye gore,  visual self harm,  and visual vomit.     please do feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and i’ll try to tag it for you right away !

whew. all that said, i'm jean, 23, white, and i use they/any pronouns ! thank you for taking the time to read my rules,  and rest assured if i follow you,  that means i’ve read through yours as well <3 discord is available for mutuals upon request.

007. . .     blogroll.

enslaughts.     a medium activity horror - heavy multimuse. dvrast.     a selective jesper fahey. low activity.     follows from enslaughts. wolfsp1der.     an original spider character. low activity. fists4once. a fandomless, original archie andrews. low activity. wayfares.     a selective western multimuse. hiatus. greatloss.     a selective slow five hargreeves. hiatus. clericlost.     a selective slow william byers. hiatus. mindsflayed.     a selective slow mind flayer + vecna. hiatus.     follows from clericlost.

[dendro-bunny]

HII!! i’m here to ask about your f/o’s (‘:

whoever u wanna yap about!! how did you two meet? are you night owls or morning people? n what do you have each other saved in your phone as?

There are just too many for me to choose from how do I-

Wally west. the loml, the comic version not the Flash version specifically.. I like red heads.

N E WAYYYYY, childhood besties living just across the street from each other. Holding up signs in the window to those tin cans connected by a string. When we ran out of paper. Sleepovers that would just end up with us sleeping at the other person’s house the next day. And it’s the type of friendship that’s other people are like, “they have to be dating.” “No way you don’t push your bf down the stairs and laugh about it.” “but you also don’t hand feed your best friend your lunch with your fork you’re eating with.” Very pushing the boundaries. It isn’t till I have to leave central city to discover my heritage (on the island themysicra) do we part for longer than a couple days. For years actually. But we made a promise to make journals and write out every day that we are apart.

When I come back and he has powers, I have powers it just makes sense to be a superhero team, right? Fighting crime together in the morning at night we’re both hanging out with each other watching all the movies and shows I missed while on the island. And during on of the movies that he says something stupid, like, “I’m just saying if it were me, I wouldn’t just let a giant robot fall on me and just lay there! Like how slow are you at running that you can’t avoid the even slower object falling?” And as im laughing i say

“Shut up! You’re such a fool, but I guess that’s why I love you.” Then it’s silence for a beat. And then a soft “really? You love me?” THEN THE REST IS HISTORY.

Texting each other when we can’t call or when he’s half way across the world (even if it’s not a far distance for him) he still makes time to say if he is gonna miss movie night. His contact; paramour⚡️🥰 and mine is wifey❤️‍🔥🥴

The fights we have would be just stupid, like “A FRUIT IS CLASSIFIED AS PLANT STRUCTURES THAT BEAR SEEDS!” “SO A NUT IS NOT A FUCKING FRUIT” “THE NUT IS THE SEED!” (Yes nuts are classified as fruits and cucumbers are a berry)

But the more serious fights are after big battles and one of us is injured. It’s long silence before a one sided conversation, when I’m mad I don’t say anything cause I don’t like hurting people’s feelings. But when I snap it’s a screaming match of all the things that need to be said to get over it. Maybe we leave the room on separate directions but we always some back to talk about it like reasonable adults. All the ‘I love you’s and ‘you mean so much to me’ are said on both sides in our own ways.

All in all before I get distracted and write a whole book

Yes we are so in love and we live happily ever after.

[pomegrnate]

he smiled, utterly contempt with the reply. he watched her silently, his gaze tracing the intricate lines of ink that adorned her skin like a map of her past. each tattoo told a story, a narrative of moments lived and experiences embraced. he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration, tinged with a hint of envy for her bravery in wearing her history so boldly. so, he remained silent, lost in the poetry of her tattoos, his heart quietly yearning to unravel the mysteries they held. 'shit, did you make those?' he finally replied, feeling like had taken years to come to the realization. if they weren't hers, at least she was hinting at them been part of the job. there weren't many other answers than a tattoo professional. he should have gather that information on his own, yet he didn't look so closer, taking the ink on her skin as part of her assemble. 'you have a...' date 'deal' he finished, swallowing down his words, trying to slow down things a bit. he had already somehow get her to adopt a random cat, he wasn't about to throw himself at her too. yet he couldn't help but wonder if they weren't already dancing with each other in some way. he could be dense, and he was surely not the best at flirting, his first and only relationship happening more for the interception of his friends than his own doing. he found himself caught in a labyrinth of uncertainty, his mind a chaotic maze of conflicting emotions. every interaction with his neighbor left him questioning the nature of their connection, unsure if their exchanges were mere pleasantries or the subtle dance of flirtation. he analyzed every word, every gesture, searching for hidden meanings and elusive clues. yet, in the end, he remained paralyzed by his own hesitation, unable to decipher the enigma of their relationship. and so, ready to continued to tiptoe along the delicate tightrope between friendship and something more, he stopped in his tracks by her next words, utterly astonished. 'how...' he questioned everything. why him? with the mess he was, he couldn't phantom the idea of someone been interested in him. 'how do you want me...?' he started, realizing late what he was saying 'no, i mean, why...would you want me im-' he was just an ordinary boy, unremarkable in every way, or so he believed. yet, there she was, with her gentle smiles and fleeting glances, offering him glimpses into the depths of her admiration. he couldn't fathom the reasons behind her interest, couldn't unravel the mystery of her attraction. 'i have to say...those...those things...the flowers, the letters, the stupid teddy bear, that is my past relationship' he tried to quickly explained, 'im not trying to discourage you, the opposite, actually. im very much attracted to you...shit this is not going well for me isn't it...' he really needed to get his thoughts together before she left him 'im just saying i might...not be in the best mindset yet...but i would love to try, i like you'

"i'm  saying  it  because  the  compliments  are  all  accurate."  jia  responds  with  a  serious  expression  before  her  facade  cracks  and  a  light  laugh  stumbles  out.  as  he  questions  her,  she  gazes  down  at  her  forearms  decorated  by  intricate  tattoos,  all  designs  hand-drawn  by  herself  before  she  has  a  trusted  artist  ink  them  on  her  skin.  each  drawing  carries  a  different  meaning,  cherished  souls  that  she  keeps  close  to  her  heart.  "want  to  take  a  guess?"  she  asks  with  an  encouraging  smile.  "great!  should  i  drop  by  on  tuesday  at  lunch  hour  then?  i'll  buy  takeout  for  us  to  make  up  for  having  you  work  overtime."  while  adopting  a  pet  has  always  been  at  the  back  of  her  mind,  she  definitely  doesn't  have  it  on  her  agenda  today,  but  the  surprise  is  thoroughly  welcomed.  "that's  really  thoughtful."  things  weren't  the  same  when  she  adopted  her  first  pet  —  or  more  accurately,  when  her  parents  did  many  years  ago.  it's  a  considerate  gesture  that  she  can  imagine  being  appreciated  by  the  hopeful  new  pet  owners.  looking  up  from  the  fluffy  creature,  she  can't  help  but  smile  at  the  sight  of  his  wide  eyes  and  crimson  cheeks.  while  she  can  be  naturally  flirtatious,  sometimes  it's  more  intentional  than  others.  her  head  tilts  to  the  side  as  her  gaze  lingers  on  him,  before  she  finally  parts  her  lips.  "maybe."  she  settles  on  a  vague  response.  "it  can  be  if  you  wanted  it  to."  she  leaves  it  up  to  him,  not  wanting  to  pressure  him,  though  his  flustered  state  reveals  enough  about  how  he  feels.  running  into  him  when  he's  only  starting  to  get  over  a  breakup  is  terrible  timing  and  potentially  catastrophic  depending  on  how  far  this  will  go,  but  she  can't  deny  there's  a  palpable  attraction  between  them.

[dendrograna]

HEY GUYS IM HERE i’m not dead or leaving or anything i promise i’ve just been having some issues writing bc of everything going on rn. BUT i’m still here and still writing when I can :D

ANYWAY

one of @chocoenvy’s anons suggested an au and i wanted to do something with it bc i have the condition he mentioned hehe

I have brittle bone disease, and he suggested that when you’re transported to Teyvat, it “fantasy-izes” any condition you have. So, instead of having brittle bone disease, it’d be like Darling is made of porcelain.

This is VERY self indulgent and probably only applies to me but I thought I’d post it anyway :]

tw // injury, abuse/assault, broken bones, impostor AU

You had no idea for how long you’d been running. The only thing you knew was that you couldn’t stop, no matter how much your legs and back ached.

You honestly had no idea how you’d survived this long, smaller, weaker, more easily hurt than your pursuers. And yet it seemed as if the world itself was trying to protect you, bending to your will to keep you from breaking.

You had no idea what had happened, only that you’d gone to bed one night and woken up in a bed of soft grass with the sun beating down on your face after that. The next thing you knew people were screaming at you, throwing things at you, trying to hurt you. And for someone so easily hurt, you were shocked they were having a hard time.

You had a rare genetic condition called Osteogenesis Imperfecta, brittle bone disease. The blue-gray tint to the whites of your eyes was evidence enough of that, especially when combined with your small size and the bruises currently littered up your limbs. They just appeared on you sometimes for seemingly no reason, so running for your life stumbling over rocks and bushes made you look like you’d been beaten half to death.

You’d managed to evade them for at least a few hours, resting against a tree hiding in the bushes. As you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but notice how the leaves seemed to bend around you to hide you better. You sighed, trying to get your bearings. Why exactly were they trying to hurt you again?

You’d heard the shock and disbelief in their gasps and mumbling when they first saw you. Why exactly? You had no idea. But you remembered hearing them saying things like, “it can’t be,” and “surely this isn’t Them.”

And then they’d turned on you, accusing you of imitating someone they seemingly worshiped. Arrows pointed in your direction, swords narrowly missed slicing your clothes, and all you could do was run.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard footsteps, and your heart sunk. You didn’t dare look for who they belonged to, curling closer into yourself in your little nest of leaves and holding your breath. The sound of the steps slowed, and slowed, and then stopped briefly, like your assailant was surveying their surroundings. You prayed they wouldn’t see you.

But the steps picked up again, faster this time and coming closer. Running, in your direction. You tried to stumble to your feet when you realized you’d been spotted, but you were just a second too late. A hand grabbed your shoulder and threw you back to the ground against the tree, your left arm slamming against the tree’s trunk. You wailed, grabbing your arm before a hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at the person who’d found you.

You shook in equal parts fear and pain, only able to stare at the man who’d found you. Blue hair framed his face, one striking eye staring back at you with an immeasurable amount of disgust, the other covered by an eyepatch. A sword clutched in his right hand, pointed directly at your face.

“My my, for someone brazen enough to pull a stunt like this you sure do look pathetic,” he sneered at you, “I would’ve thought our elusive impostor would’ve been able to run faster than that.”

You could only shake your head, struggling against the death grip he had on your hair. “No, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything wrong, please don’t hurt me, please-” you sobbed, cradling your now broken arm to your chest.

The man opened his mouth like he was about to say something before he glanced at your arm and did a double take. He froze there, staring at your arm before his sword clattered to the ground and he released the grip he had on your hair. You took the chance to attempt to escape, trying to run from him before stumbling and crashing to your knees once again on your broken arm. You held the limb closer to you with your back still turned to the man, groaning from the pain. Surely he’d kill you.

But instead, when he moved into your line of sight, he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Your Grace… It’s- really you,” you heard him choke, his own tears mixing with yours on the rocks. The man continued to sob out apologies and begs for forgiveness, and you just froze there, staring at him. Was he trying to play some sort of cruel joke? His tears were all too real for him to be joking. So why had he spared you?

You finally stole a glance away from the man to your arm, and the sight made you feel sick. A long, dark crack had appeared on your arm, deep golden blood seeping from between the edges. The “skin” was covered in bruises, likely old ones you’d inflicted yourself trying to escape. You could only grace between the man and your mangled arm, horrified.

“Please,” he pleaded, his face pressed against the ground, “allow me to… bring you to a healer, Your Grace- You need a healer, now.” You sat in stunned silence for a moment longer before responding, “It’s not like I can stop you.”

The man seemed to take that as permission, scooping you up in his arms, being careful to keep your injured arm loosely laid against your chest to keep from hurting you more. Before you could question where he was taking you, he’d already taken off, running as fast as he could toward the city, even leaving his sword abandoned on the ground.

He’d taken you to Barbara, a deaconess at the city’s church. She had a similar reaction- disbelief and shame evident on her features as she attempted to heal your injured arm. Word seemed to spread fast, because by the time she’d finished healing you to the best of her ability and then putting a cast on the injury to keep the break from shifting, several people had rushed into the church on their knees.

You were still incredibly disoriented and confused. Being approached by so many people made you flinch, backing up in your seat. You had no idea who these people were, why they’d attempted to hunt you like an animal, and why they were now begging for forgiveness and groveling at your feet. You were so confused, and scared, and hurt.

They’d have to explain everything later.

[aribc519]

A late-night with Mikey

Mikey x reader 

🔞 Warning 🔞- This is only for 18+ if you are underage, please DO NOT INTERACT you have been warned 

Credits to the original person who made the first part go follow them @sanzuharuchiyoswife

 It was so fucking hot. you saw Mikey fight off guys, of course, you did, you were forced to anyways. and holy God, he was so fucking hot. the way he moved, the sweat. the sound of every shot that fired, for some reason made you horny. afterward, Mikey brought you to boten’s headquarters, specifically into his office. 

he looks at you, his eyes boring into you. he raises an eyebrow, hugs you, and puts his head on your neck.

“Mikey…” 

"fuck me. please. ruin me, make me a mommy, you're so fucking hot. wanna be known as your wife."

you whimper, and Mikey’s eyes widen.

"what did you just say?"

"fuck me, Mikey, make me into your wife, bearing your kids."

Mikey begins kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth. he pushes you to the seat while still kissing you, and climbs on top of you. you stare at his figure, unbuttoning your shirt. he hurriedly takes off your bra, and starts kissing and groping your boobs.

“Mikey! feels so good.."

you moan, but Mikey doesn't stop there. his kisses travel down to your cunt, where he leaves kisses all over the place. he looks up at you and reaches for his gun.

"wanna get fucked by my gun, doll?"

you nod hurriedly, at this point you're so fucking horny. he takes the gun and rubs it against your folds, chuckling at how you squirm over such a small thing.

"please Mikey..”

“all right doll, be a good girl."

he takes the gun and thrusts it in and out of you, smiling at your cute face. when you try to close your thighs, he opens them.

"no, baby. you're gonna take it like a good girl."

all you can do is moan at this point trying to reach your high while you are almost there you start to moan louder and this is when Mikey stops and you get irritated saying “why the fuck did you stop I told you to fuck me” Mikey just smiles and says “but you said you wanted to be a mom and my wife so what’s the fun in you cumming on something that’s not my dick”. You get all excited when Mikey starts to take off his pants and grabs his cock to line it up with your entrance. He starts to rub the tip of his cock between your folds and you start to get impatient angrily saying “just fuck me already”. Mikey doesn’t say a thing and then slams his dick in as you scream from the pain of taking every inch at once instead of taking it slow like you always have. He finally says, “why are you such an impatient slut now I won’t go all soft and sweet ill be rough with you so you know this is whom you are going to marry”. You scream in pleasure as you get railed not being able to think. You hear a few grunts from here and there and that tells you he’s enjoying it too. As you start to feel your high approaching, you scream and claw his back. Mikey goes faster as a reaction you scream and manage to say “MIKEY IM GOING TO CUM DONT STOP”. He smiles and whispers in your ear “Then cum for me my darling”. You don’t hold back as you finally cum as you do your pussy squeezes Mikey’s dick as he just grunts trying to keep his pace fast and hard as he gets sloppy from how tight your pussy has gotten. He finally slams his dick inside of you and cums. After he cums he lays you down and asks you “will you marry me” as you catch your breath you instantly say “YES”. As Mikey cleans up he lays down seeing that you are asleep and he knows that tomorrow the rest of boten will know you as his wife as he texts sanzu “prepare a wedding I think its time”.

[niskoo]

Memories kept in the pink hoodie

pairing: Ex! Heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff in the end ig, breakup! AU

warnings: swearing, uhhh they like break down together

word count: 2.2k words OMG

a/n: another one of my requests!! thank you all for the ideas its really helping!! mmm this one was very interesting to write because i usually write crack/fluff, aaannndd ive literally never done anything ive written IURHWIU thank you for the great idea anon <33 THIS HELPED SO MUCH OMG USUALLY MY ANGST SUCKS BUT IM PRETTY PROUD OF THIS AAAA ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT REALLY WHAT YOU WANTED IDK THERE ALWAYS HAS TO BE FLUFF IN MY IMAGINES IG 😓😭

feel free to request and help get rid of my writers block!!

a bit based off of 'try again' by jaehyun and d.ear

You should've known the consequences of dating an idol, you should've been careful. Of course they wouldn't let you be together, he's in one of the rising groups, heck, he was in one of the biggest companies.

It wasn't necessarily the company's fault you were so heartbroken, it's both your faults. You couldn't help but blame each other for how careless you were. You know better than to make things worse, and yet you did.

The evening you go back to his dorm after being confronted by the company, you two started a huge argument of who's fault it was. Either it was his fault for not taking caution during work, or your fault for always checking up on him. All loving actions in the past became reasons for why you should break up, thus cracking your relationship further.

When you went home that night, with your backpack full of your things, you did nothing. You didn't cry, you didn't rage, you simply thought that this was the end, you felt guilty that it had to end like this, instead of just working it out and breaking it off peacefully.

Your heart was left cracked and hurt for sure, but this time, you blame yourself. You shouldn't have met him, you shouldn't have got to know him, it's all your fault. And for the first time that night, you cry.

Your heart clenched at every thought of having to leave Heeseung, more tears falling at the fact that he's not gonna be a part of your life anymore. He's gone, and it's all your fault.

It's when you unpack your things when you realize you still have a bunch of things left at his place, you realize you never want to go back and face him.

You leave your stuff there for the next 2 days, your heart still unready to confront and be reminded of the fact that Heeseung is gone. Unfortunately, he has other plans.

Your phone lights up, and the last name you want to see is lighting the phone up.

'Hey... you left some of your stuff.'

You instantly turn your phone off, breaths picking up as you quickly look away from it and finish your lunch. You can feel the anxiety filling your body as you notice it light up once again, and it swarms in your chest even more when your mother winces at the next text.

You put down your spoon, quickly glancing at the text.

'If you want, you can come by and pick them up? I'll pack them for you...'

Your heart clenches yet once again, you know it's true, literally half your stuff is still there and you have to pick them up. You unlock your phone, quickly sending an 'okay' before completely shutting your phone down. You wouldn't stand a second more looking at his contact.

You decide to go at 11, because that's when the other members are at the company training. You don't know if Heeseung's gonna be there to give you your things, a part of you hopes he is, another hopes he's not there. But then again, who else would open the door for you?

You stand outside the familiar door nervously, picking on your nails and the lint on the hem of your cardigan. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and instead of your ex boyfriend standing there it's the youngest of the group, his eyes wide and puffy lips parted.

As usual, he woke up late. You can't help but chuckle as he picks his shoes up and scurries down the stairs, bidding him a friendly goodbye.

You almost forget about Heeseung, but as you hear shuffling from inside, it all comes back.

You two share awkward glances, the tension slowly building itself back up. Instead of the heated, rage filled tension, this time the tension is guilty, and without each other knowing, yearning.

“T-this way,” Heeseung mutters tightly, eyes glued to the ground as he shuffled quickly to the living room. You follow along just a few seconds later, still processing the fact that this is the end. He could be gone out of your life after this, it’s your last chance to speak.

Your eyes slowly travel up when you stop, the beating of your heart quickening with the slight burning in your eyes. Lo and behold, there your things laid, ready for you to bring back home. You can’t help but notice how it’s packed completely how Heeseung would pack, neat and with care. It’s not too stuffed, it’s in the perfect place.

Biting at the dead skin of your lip, you trudge towards the duffle bag—his duffle bag—and kneel down to grab the handle. The moment you pick it up, you notice how the bag isn’t fully zipped, and a certain pink sleeve peaks out from the tiny space.

All too familiar, the pink sleeve was. It was the one he took from Daniel in I-land. He knew you loved it, for you loved the kid like your little brother. But, he can’t. It’s his, it’s his favorite, he can’t just give it to his ex.

You instantly place the bag down, the tears starting to well up in frustration and sadness. You zip open the bag and take the pink hoodie out, before shoving it into Heeseung’s chest, “Take it, Heeseung, Please don’t give it to me.”

It takes him a few moments, before Heeseung is shaking his head and handing it back to you. “No, it’s practically yours anyway. And you really like it right? It’s just a-“

“Don’t tell me it’s just a hoodie!”

You both are shocked at your sudden burst, frozen in your spot. Your breathing is heavy, like a weight is holding it down and slowing your breathing. There are tears keeping your cheek moist, warm, they stream down continuously, the sensation as if there was fire dripping from your eyes and burning your skin.

Heeseung’s just on the verge of crying himself, the grip on the pink hoodie deathly, he feels the material ripping against his skin. How did it come to this? When did it even happen? It all feels surreal, to think what you two had could fall apart.

All the happy moments in your relationship fading to memories, the hoodie representing the fact itself is true. None of you wanted to take it, afraid it would remind you of the other.

Deep down, you wanted to keep it, keep the memories it held, keep the tears that once soaked it when you vented all your stress to him, keep the scent of Heeseung that lingered on the fabric. You were just too afraid of being reminded that along with the happy memories, came the sad memories of the night you fought and broke it off.

Your grip on the poor hoodie eases, as you slide to the floor helplessly with tears messing your face up. You desperately wanted to hold the pink piece of clothing and keep it forever, and another part of you cursed at you for being too vulnerable.

Your hand quickly wipes away the tears on your cheeks and chin harshly, almost hitting yourself for being so sensitive. Before you could do the action again, a softer grasp is stopping your hand, Heeseung’s other hand reaching up to brush the tears away dearly, blowing your hair away from your face.

Before you could even bring yourself to stop, you’re already reacting to his touch, cowering into his hold and placing your hand over his on your cheek, almost intertwining them together.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his palm, your other hand reaching up to grasp at his t-shirt. You’re sorry for so many reasons, for not being careful, for all the things you said in the argument, for making a sudden commotion just because of a stupid hoodie. “I’m so sorry...”

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Heeseung grabs you into his infamous embrace you would hate to leave, stroking your back with patterns just the way he knew you loved, just the way it would calm you down. “We’ll be alright.”

More tears fall between your eyelashes, dripping and soaking into Heeseung’s shoulder as he himself sniffles quietly into your hair. None of you want to leave each other behind, it’s the painful truth that you both can’t have, the truth you’ve always feared.

A sudden feeling of relief fills you up inside, his words reassure you in a way, we’ll be alright, you’ll be okay, it just had to leave his lips for you to believe it. You crawl closer to Heeseung, squeezing yourself in his bear hug, “We’ll be okay, we can make it right,”

A hoarse and hearty laugh leaves Heeseung, it shakes right by your ear as you press it against his chest, and he nods, “Yeah,”

He gently pulls your head back right in front of his, wiping the last of your tears and tucking the stray hairs back to the back of your ear, “Let’s just talk,” his whisper tickles your nose, causing you to lightly giggle at the feeling, his lips pressing softly against the pink tinted skin, “Make everything better?”

You nod, finally grasping at the pink hoodie and holding it tight to your chest as Heeseung laughs and bonks his forehead right on yours.

For the next few hours, you talk, make up, talk some more, maybe even a small cuddle, but that’s a secret. You make ramen for when the other members come back from practice, you feel happy to see the members thank you and eat with enthusiasm, you feel glad this is how your last moments together last.

Now you have the (practically ripped) pink hoodie in your arms as you bid the boys goodbye, slightly tearing up at the sight of them sadly waving, but you keep it in and continue your way back home, where you would tell your mom how you ended it on good terms.

And that night, you slip on the pink hoodie before you sleep, and you feel a piece of paper poking at your arm. You’re surprised to see a crumpled envelope poking out, your name written messily in blue ink.

You pull the envelope out quickly, opening it out with something bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you notice the handwriting as Heeseung’s.

‘My dear Y/n,

Hello there! I don’t know if i got the guts to make it right with you or if i pussied out and watched you as you drove away with regrets, but that’s what this letter is for. hopefully you didn’t throw this letter away hehe

i just wanted to thank you. for everything. your love, your care, your trust, Your happiness, thank you for everything you’ve given me. im sorry we had to end our journey, but know that you’ll be in my mind everyday. when we practice, I’ll remember your encouraging smile, when we win, I'll remember the fact that it’s you who gave me the courage to start this whole career.

i love you y/n. we’ll both probably find our other person in the future, but you’ll forever be in my heart as my first love, my first heartbreak, my best memory. thank you for helping me through my hardest times, thank you for helping the other boys through their worst times, especially jungwon, he’ll miss you the most.

i guess this is goodbye, y/n. not forever, of course, but for some time. thank you for everything, i hope you enjoyed the times we had together as much as i did.

with all the love in my heart,

Lee Heeseung :)’

You wipe at your tears for the nth time that day, folding the paper back into the envelope. “Fuck you Heeseung, you’ve ruined my makeup again!” You curse under your breath as you slip the letter into a certain box at the corner of your bedside table, patting your cheeks one last time.

You truly cherish the memories you had with Heeseung. You hope he does too.