#but also its giving hopeful just like mitski

[wishfu1thinkin94u]

starting to get the feeling that it does not get better

[wickjump]

Idk if ive ever asked this or if it was someone else

but what are your thoughts on child!dream!!! like he was still six when he got out of stone

i think its such a fun trope because theres so many possibilities

like angsty, where he keeps the facade of being an adult, with so many people putting pressure and their expectations onto this poor child

or fluff where its just him with found family (im more partial to star sanses and error with that part,, its my errorinkberry truther side)

but i think theres so many fun dynamics with it!!!

i think it’s fucking incredible. not only because he deserves to have a good childhood and also trauma, but also because it implies the existence of teenager dream and by god i want to see that.

child!dream would listen to first love/late spring by mitski and bawl. ‘I was so young when I behaved twenty-five, and now I found I’ve grown into a tall child’ yeah okay dream sans give the mic back. him being a child and forced into battle, desperately crying out for his brother and hoping to god he can be with his brother again, not grasping that his brother is gone, he’s dead and not coming back.

but god i also love the fluffy side too. like he deserves a happy childhood. ink swap and error hiding the truth of nightmare from him, fighting it on their own to give dream a happy childhood. nightmare knows dream is out there, and tries to find him, but ink swap and error refuse to let him find dream bc they basically adopted the kid now ain’t no way you’re taking him from us!!!!!!!

they excuse their absences (fighting) with the excuse of them trying to find nightmare, because dream won’t stop asking where his brother is and when he’s coming home.

and if we want to be self indulgent and happy we can have them save passive someway somehow and they’re raised together as brothers n get a happy ending idk… id pay someone to draw that but alas im broke and all my money’s gone into advil and cat food. maybe ill write it one day who knows

i also really like the idea that nightmare is mentally and physically a child because he inhabits the body of a child so the the positivity vs negativity war is just two six year olds fighting over an apple

[simpingforthemm]

Could I have a carmen Aziza fic where Yn is new to the prison and she always feels like someone’s staring at her and one day she catches carmen staring at her and gets really flustered then carmen starts flirting with her and becomes posessive over her then one day she drags Yn to the library and kisses her and basically confesses how she wants Yn all for herself

my love, mine all mine

my love mine all mine - mitski

word count: 5.9k

warnings: obsessive, possessive and protective behavior, flirting, kissing, toxic behavior, a bit of violence, threats, cursing, stalking, harry potter part 2 hate (I'm truly sorry)

summary: y/n is new to the prison and always feels like she is being watched. one night in the tv room, she turns around to the person who is watching her, only then realizing how gorgeous her observer is. they form a bond through several sets of events, slowly falling for each other. y/n slowly gets to know ouija's protective and possessive nature and at one birthday party of y/n's bunkmate, that behavior hits its peak. provocated by jealousy, frustration and confusing feelings, ouija makes a messy confession, explaining how she wants y/n all to herself

a/n: heyy, sorry that this took so long! I had a lot going on with school and writer's block so that I literally had no motivation to write. Anyway, I put a lot of work into this and I hope you like it (pls tell me what you think!!). I hope the flirting isn't too awkward, I'm still figuring out how to do that. I hope you enjoy and that I've done your idea justice. also this takes place in season 4

You were walking towards the entrance of Litchfield Penitentiary, the prison where you would be spending the next 3 years of your life. You had been charged with drug trafficking and distribution, all because some scared little snitch who didn't want to go to prison had ratted the whole cartel out. Even your drug lord was now facing a sentence of 9 years. 9 fucking years.

Your lawyer, who had defended you in trial, had been really shitty and literally just gave up on you. He didn't even try to make your sentence shorter, that sorry excuse of a man. Lazy fuck.

Morello, the weird Italian lady who drove you and some other people down to the prison, opened the gate and let you and the other new inmates inside. You couldn't believe you were now an "inmate", it was so weird to think of yourself that way.

"Welcome home everyone!", she exclaimed, giving you an encouraging smile.

You were lucky to get out of the cold van, it was January after all and since it had already snowed, the temperature had dropped down several degrees. So it was a relief to step into the warmer walls of the prison, not having to freeze your ass off in the snow.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the halls was how crowded it was. You were tempted to just turn around and run, trying to escape the stuffy air and suffocating feeling that was slowly spreading inside of you. Other inmates were constantly passing your little group, shooting you intimidating glances or smiling dangerously at you. You were uncomfortable, but not scared.

It just reminded you of the halls of your high school back then. Loud, uncomfortable and always overfilled. And god, the popular girls who used to bully you. To say the least, you were used to this.

Morello guided you through the prison, showing you where the commissary, bathrooms and everything else was. You were just passing the TV room, looking inside for a second when you made eye contact with a brown haired woman. The woman frowned at you, looking you up and down. You frowned back and kept walking, turning away from the door.

What the fuck was that?

You sighed and shook your head, telling yourself not to think too much of it. It had only been a small encounter, nothing too significant. At least not enough to get you in trouble. For now.

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You were shown to your dorm, where you occupied the bunk above a woman named Brandy Epps. It was obvious she was extremely racist, you even heard her discussing something about "white lives matter" or "white pride", which you took as a sign to stay the fuck away from her. She continued to make dirty comments about other inmates in the prison while you were busy making your bed.

You turned around to listen to her when you were done, staring at her in disgust and listening to the insults that were coming out of her mouth so easily. You shook your head in disbelief.

You must've been staring at her for too long as the woman turned around, obviously pissed off.

"You got some kind of problem?", she questioned threateningly, getting closer to where you were standing.

"No", you huffed, looking away. You really didn't want to start any trouble on your first day. Best to avoid tricky situations.

"Good. I see you staring like that again, we got a problem, you hear me?"

You sighed. You should've known people would have anger issues in here. That people would get aggressive over the smallest things, because they didn't have anything better to do. Because prison was a shithole and it was fucking tiring to simply just exist there. You certainly didn't want to end up like her, but you feared you were going to have no choice in the future.

"Sure."

Before she could say anything else, you made your way to the cafeteria for dinner.

Due to the prison's overcrowding, the blocks were divided up at each meal. You and your block ate with Cell Block C or the so-called "Spanish Harlem", as Morello had already explained to you.

With your plate of food in hand, you sat down at the end of some table and started eating. You were extremely hungry, exhausted from the stress of arriving in the prison.

Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes burn holes into your back and you just knew someone was staring at you. You forced yourself to not turn around, not wanting to start a fight on your first day. One never knew what could happen in prison, you might get jumped just because you sat in the wrong seat or stared at someone the wrong way, almost like it did with the racist bitch back in your dorm.

It made you uncomfortable but you focused on the disgusting brown liquid in front of you that was supposed to be "chili con carne", forcing it down your throat and hoping, no praying, that that person was going to leave you alone.

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The next few days you felt as if you were being watched the entire time, feeling that burning sensation in your back again. There wasn't a single moment where you didn't turn around every single second while walking to the showers or the cafeteria.

You were extremely paranoid.

But every time you did, there were always too many people in the halls to really make out someone who could be stalking you.

So you just kept on going about your day, minding your business.

Until you couldn't anymore.

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It was Friday night, which today should've been movie night, but it got canceled and now everyone was in a bad mood. It wasn't often that something nice like this happened and it was a good escape from the tiring everyday routine the inmates had in the prison. You got to watch cool movies, eat snacks from the commissary and chill with your friends.

Instead, you were now sitting in the tv room, just reading your book in a chair next to Morello, who had unfortunately forced you to come along.

"Come on, Y/N! I promise it'll be fun. You can bring your boring book, even though it is a TV room, meaning you go there to watch TV and not to…read. Usually. But I'm sure they'll make an exception!", she had said to you after finding you alone on your bunk, wrapped in your blanket. You had rolled your eyes at her but gotten up from your bunk nevertheless, admitting defeat.

You had actually been enjoying the silence in your dormitory from everyone being gone, but of course, that just had to be interrupted.

Now you were sitting there, amongst all those other people, just trying to read your book in peace. But, and honestly what else did you expect, there was the piercing set of eyes again, just watching your every move. You were actually so sick of it now. Why was this person looking at you the whole time? Why were you so interesting?

This time, you actually decided to turn around and not ignore them like you had done the other times.

You spotted her immediately. It was the woman who had frowned at you on your first day! The woman with the brown hair!

And now she was smirking at you. How was she not looking away or ashamed that you caught her?

Your eyes widened as you slowly scanned her. She was drop-dead-gorgeous. She had curves that were to die for, these stunning dark brown eyes…

You felt yourself blush and turned away. God, hadn't you promised yourself to not find anyone attractive here? Especially not people that could possibly be dangerous?

Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.

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Someone pulled a chair up in front of you, sitting on it backwards, using the back of the chair as an armrest.

You were looking down on the ground, burying your face in your book when a finger hooked itself under your chin, tilting it up.

The drop-dead-gorgeous woman was right in front of you, her eyes scanning your face, biting her lip.

She outstretched her hand to you.

"Ouija. Nice to meet you." Her eyes shone with something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N", you introduced yourself, feeling shy in front of this beautiful woman, shaking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than normal, looking you directly in your eyes.

"That's a beautiful name."

She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.

"Yo, there's no need to be shy, chica" (cutie/girl), Ouija said while moving in a little closer.

"Not for a pretty girl like you at least.", she said with a lowered voice.

She smiled at you once again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you", you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say.

Ouija smirked.

"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)

Fuck.

"Anyhow, what you in for, mama?", she asked, slowly leaning back again as if she didn't just audibly make you gasp.

"Drug trafficking and distribution", you answered, avoiding her gaze.

"Yo, damn! So you a 'little miss drug dealer' then?" She laughed.

"Certainly. Right hand woman of my drug lord, thank you very much", you responded, bowing your head a little. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Impressive, yo. I like a woman in power. It's hot."

You felt yourself blush again. God, this woman somehow had the ability to make you flustered very easily.

"So, what did you do?", you questioned.

"WIC Fraud. I killed three somebody's - nobodies -", she pointed to a tattoo that she had right next to her eye, three black teardrops, "and then I get popped for fucking fraud. You believe that shit?"

You shook your head, confused as to how they didn't find out about her killing all those people but charged her for the fraud. Maybe if you had committed another crime besides the drug thing and turned yourself in, you would be facing less time. You were suddenly deep in your thoughts, wondering about that, so that you didn't notice Ouija standing up beside you.

"All right, mama, I'mma let you get back to your book here. We'll see each other around", she said optimistically.

Ouija walked back to her seat, but not without winking at you and letting her hand brush against your arm.

You didn't get the chance to ask why she had been staring at you this whole time before really introducing herself to you, but right now, that matter seemed pretty unimportant to you. You felt starstruck from the interaction with the latina, just staring at the words in your book and not being able to focus at all. The conversation had been way too short and you already wanted to talk to her more.

But what you didn't know is that you wouldn't have to wait long until the two of you would speak again. Carmen had taken a liking to you and she was ready to explore what might develop between you two. At least she already knew that she was capable of making your cheeks go red within a matter of seconds.

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You were doing research in the library, or more like trying to find one of your favorite books, Harry Potter. You were trying to find some comfort in this cold place and what better way to do it than with your favorite literature? You wandered through the fiction aisle, scanning through the books.

There it was, on the highest shelf. But, of course, as expected, you were not tall enough to reach it. You felt so incredibly pathetic right now, there was no chair in sight to help you, no stool for you to stand on.

„Yo, need some help there?“, you heard someone ask. You turned around to the voice.

It was Ouija. She was leaning against one of the shelves, smirking at your attempts to stand on your tiptoes to grab the book, of course failing miserably.

„Yes, please“, you said, just a tad embarassed.

„Which book?“, she asked.

„Harry Potter“

She nodded, reaching up, taking it out without any strain.

„So, the goblet of fire“, she said, twisting the book in her hands.

„It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m already done with all of the books I was allowed to bring in here so I thought I’d do a little nostalgia trip“

Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.

„I liked it too as a little kid. But my favorite book was always the chamber of secrets“

„Girl – no offense – but are you serious?“

Ouija frowned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

„What do you mean?“, she questioned, crossing her arms in front of her face.

You smiled, shaking your head.

„Nah, I don’t want to destroy your favorite childhood book for you. I have a very strong opinion when it comes to Harry Potter.“

„No worries, yo, I can handle it. Give it to me“, Ouija said lowly, tilting her head. You bit your lip, rubbing your hands together, getting ready to go.

„Well, I think Ginny’s absolutely insufferable in that book, I mean sure, she was influenced by Voldemort but still, I think it’s not right that she played the „weak, needing to be saved“ girl in that book. It’s not exactly feminist. Also I think the book doesn’t really add to the series, it’s just kind of there as a „filler“ or an information dump. Also, the thing with the diary is just unrealistic. Why wouldn’t anyone notice that it’s in Ginny’s posession? It just doesn’t make sense.“

You grit your teeth in worry, hoping you didn’t go to far.

„I’m sorry, was that too far?“, you asked.

„Nah, I think you’re right actually. Yo, I might have to rethink my favorite childhood book“, Ouija laughed, rubbing her neck.

„I’d be happy to help. I know quite a lot about the series actually“, you explained proudly.

„I figured. That pretty face can convince me of anything, man, I’m sure“

You looked down, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

„Don’t hide it“, Ouija said, tilting your chin up. You looked up into her beautiful dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was already setting and the inmates had a few hours left to catch some air outside before the prison would close its gates, making it time for lights out. You had put on your winter coat and beanie, ready to take a little stroll in the yard. Your hands were covered in thick gloves, protecting you from the harsh January wind

Today, you were just going to take a little stroll around the yard, not that anything else was really possible here. You wish you would have some kind of space to run, get rid of all the energy that you weren’t able to put to use properly.

You were just about to round the corner at the mailbox when you heard a noise.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone sniffle and sob.

Frowning, you started walking towards the sound and soon you were able to make out the person who they were coming from. They had brown curly hair - Oh shit! Ouija! You stopped yourself before you were going to run over to her and make sure she's okay.

You were unsure if you should approach her at such a sensitive time.

You wouldn't know how she was going to react, the two of you had known each other barely a hot second.

But you knew that if you were alone and crying in a prison and the person discovering you had good intentions, you would want to be comforted too. And that was good enough for you. You hoped you were making the right decision.

"Ouija, hey, what's wrong?", you asked worriedly, slowly kneeling down beside her.

Her head snapped up, her eyes widening when she realized it was you. She quickly wiped her tears away, trying to find her composure. You couldn’t help but admire her, she was even pretty when she cried, her lashes were stuck together, her cheeks were flushed… God, wrong moment!! Get it together Y/N...

"Oh shit. Hey, didn't hear you coming. Yo, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, but you don't seem to be. What's the matter?"

"Nah, I'm fine, nothing to worry about", she said quickly. You raised your eyebrows, not believing anything she said.

"What? I said I’m fine, man“, Ouija spat, putting up all her defenses.

"Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I’m not gonna judge you for showing emotion or opening up. It’s human.“

Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Fuck, fine. Shit, you're stubborn, girl. It's my son. He's in the hospital because of some gang activity in his block and…I'm not there for him, man. I'm in fucking prison. And I can't do anything about it."

You sighed. You knew what she was talking about. You felt the same. Being in prison made you feel so stuck, even though you had only been there for a few days. You weren’t there for your loved ones, the world around you kept turning and changing while you were locked away. Your friends had also seemingly already forgotten about you. Maybe they were all just glad you were gone.

"Honestly, I get it. I have a little sister, she just turned 5. She's growing up so fast and in a year, she'll already be in primary school. I'm missing out on her making her first friends there, I can't help her with her homework or comfort her when she has a bad day. It's torture. So yeah, I can relate. Nothing bad happened to her yet, fortunately, but you know the world out there. I can’t protect her from the harm she might experience out there."

The two of you were silent for a second, saying nothing.

"The thing is, you can't change anything about it. As much as it sucks, you gotta figure out how to deal with that shit. You gotta trust that your son knows you love him and that you being in here has nothing to do with him."

That flipped a switch in Ouija. She did love her son, a lot. She had just got to find a way to show it to him, especially right now. A small smile spread on her face as an idea popped up in her head.

She felt your hand touch her back, stroking it slowly.

Ouija turned to you, the woman who she had been obsessed with ever since she had entered the walls of this prison. The woman who she had frowned at when she made eye contact with her at her first day. The woman who frowned back. She knew that you knew that she had watched you the first few days upon your arrival. You were just so mesmerizing to her, she somehow felt drawn to you.

"Inmates! Back inside!", you heard a guard shout loudly. You sighed. The roughness of the CO's was still something you had to get used to.

"Yo, we should probably go before it gets serious or some shit. You never know if these fuckers are gonna pull out a gun or not", Ouija said, outstretching her hand to you, desperate to get you away from possible danger.

You nodded, letting her help you up.

As you were about to walk past the guard, you noticed that your shoe was untied. You stopped, reaching down to tie it, but the CO was not having it.

„INMATE! KEEP IT MOVING! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY, YOU UNDERSTAND??!“, he shouted aggressively, about to yank you up from the ground, when Ouija threw herself inbetween you two.

From your place on the ground, you didn’t hear what she said to the CO or what made him back off of the two of you. You only saw her enraged facial expression as she turned to help you up, once again. You were in a complete state of shock, this being the first time you were properly yelled at by a guard. You felt Ouija wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back inside.

„Inmate Aziza, I would fucking throw you down to the SHU, but I’m fucking exhausted from today so I will let you off EASILY because I’m so nice with just a shot. For the both of you that is!“, he spat at the two of you as you walked back inside.

Ouija saw the broken look on your face and from that point, there was no way in hell that she was ever going to leave your side. She felt protective of you suddenly, she wanted to rip that guard’s head off, no, she wanted to choke him until his words got stuck in his fucking throat for ever talking to you in that way.

She wanted to shield you from any and all bad things in this place. She wanted you to herself, wanted no one fucking near you, except for her. Her hand grabbed your shoulder tighter.

She stood in front of you, so you were facing her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as your gaze met hers. Your eyes were so beautiful. You were slightly looking up to her, as Ouija was a bit taller than you.

„Hey, yo, are you okay, mama? That guard was pretty rough on you“, she asked you, her voice soft as velvet. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but Ouija wasn’t letting that happen. She grabbed your chin, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

„Yo, no crying, pretty woman, we’ve already had enough of that today.“

„I love that movie“, you chuckled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt.

„Pretty Woman? White poor woman fucks rich white man and falls in love? Nah, that shit’s too predictable.“

„Exactly. One already knows how the movie ends, but I still like it“

Ouija scoffed, ruffling your hair. She leads you back to your dorm, glaring at Epps as the bald-headed woman was about to harass you again. Epps backed up with raised hands, whispering:

„I wasn’t even about to do anything...“

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You were casually walking to the showers, towel and toiletries in hand. It was 5am in the morning, so the line wasn't long.

You had gotten up early for the hot water, your bunkmate Epps complaining that you were making too much noise, disrupting her very important sleep. There were only 2 hours until she had to get up anyway. Epps luckily hadn’t bothered you too much the past few days, thanks to Ouija, who had given her death glares whenever the two of you had been hanging around each other, which had been quite often. You had spent most of your time with her, she had helped you settle into the prison and made you laugh almost all the time. You had been there for her during all the announcements she got from the hospital about her son and celebrated with her when the doctor told her that he was going to be okay.

You hadn’t really gotten acquainted with any of the other women at the prison, as every time you tried to talk to one of them, you felt Ouija’s glare on the both of you or you got pulled away from the other person because she suddenly „needed to talk to you very urgently“. Of course you knew that she was jealous somehow, even though she had no reason to be. One of the times when she had dragged you away, the two of you had gone to the chapel. Ouija hadn’t said anything as she had taken your hand and pulled you along with her.

She had lifted you onto the stage, where performances or speeches were given, but kept standing on the ground herself. She still stayed silent as she locked eyes with you and slowly ran one of her hands up your thigh. She leaned in a little bit when her hand reached the waistband of your pants, her eyes on your lips. You could basically feel the electricity sizzling between the two of you. It was like the two of you were always meant to end up so close to each other, like this. Your foreheads were already touching, your lips barely inches away from each other, when the door to the chapel slammed shut and the both of you immediately flew off of each other. Pidge was calling for Ouija, telling her that Maria was calling a meeting. Ouija, frustrated, promising you she would be back for you, „continuing where you left of“. And now you were here.

You stepped into one of the shower cabinets, turning on the shower head.

You sighed as the warm water washed over your body, immediately making you sleepy again. You hadn’t slept really well with that racist woman Epps beneath you. You never knew what she might do and you always had to sleep with one eye open. It was exhausting and definitely took a strain on your body.

"Mornin', muñequita."

You turned around to the voice, looking directly into Ouija's eyes. She looked a little sleepy, but her half-closed eyes were still roaming your body, drinking in your frame. With just a look, she was able to to make you sweat, blush, avoid her gaze… it was nerve-wracking. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stepped outside of the shower and towards the fully dressed Ouija.

"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.

"How you doing, mama?"

"I'm good, a little tired still." She nodded understandingly.

"Glad my pretty girl is doing well", she smiled, leaning against the wall.

You blushed a little and looked to your feet, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.

"Yo, come over here, mama", she beckoned.

You looked left and right to check if anyone was there who could possibly see you before you moved out of the shower cabin and over to where Ouija was standing.

As soon as you were standing in front of her Ouija grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your lower torso. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, allowing you to rest your head on her chest.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah?“

„I wanted to say thanks for the time you found me..you know, crying, and comforted me and shit. I didn’t deserve that and I’m still a shit mom, but I talked to my son on the phone and...he’s coming to visitation next week“

You squealed in excitement, jumping up a little bit, so excited for Ouija.

„Ouija, that’s great! I’m so happy for you!“

You wrapped your arms around her neck , embracing her in a hug.

Ouija grabbed you by your hips and switched positions so that now you were pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were placed next to your head while yours were busy holding up that towel of yours.

„You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that?“, Ouija asked, biting her bottom lip. She leaned in closer, taking your face inbetween her hands. Your eyes closed in anticipation, ready to finally connect with her, to finally feel the full extent of the electricity between you too. She leaned in, leaned in, you started feeling dizzy of her scent, of her presence...

BANG! The metal door to the showers slammed shut, loud voices coming from the doorway. Ouija immediately let go of you, distancing herself, and as some of the other inmates walked past you and entered the showers, you tried to act as nothing had happened before. You exchanged a frustrated glance with her, were you ever going to be able to kiss?

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It was your bunkmate Epps' birthday and she made like this whole deal out of it. Almost everyone in this prison was invited, including you and Ouija and almost every single lesbian which was weird, since Epps was definitely homophobic.

But she and her friends did know how to throw a party, you had to leave her that. There was a snack bar with drinks, a dance floor and colorful garlands reading "happy birthday".

You had just entered the overfilled room, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do or where to stand or where to sit. You were looking around for Ouija, finding her in a corner of the room, next to Pidge and Zirconia.

She was staring down everyone in the room, a grumpy expression on her face. You know how frustrated she had been the past few days, you were about to kiss two times, but always had been interrupted by one of the other inmates. Privacy was basically non-existent in prison and by now, the two of you were so desperate to kiss, you almost felt like two pathetic lesbian teenage girls.

You were walking towards her, pushing through the crowd, and as you approached them, Zirconia noticed you, her face lighting up.

"Y/N! Hi!", she exclaimed happily.

Ouija's head immediately snapped in your direction and her entire demeanor changed. Her grumpy face disappeared, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.

"Well, yo, look who showed up!", she said, genuinely happy to see you.

You smiled at her and Pidge.

You looked around for a chair to pull up next to the group, but of course, every single one was taken. This did not go unnoticed by Ouija and she certainly did not seem too unhappy about this fact as her smirk widened.

"Come, muñeca, you can sit here", she said, pointing to her man spread legs. Damn, you thought, really really wanting to, but not being sure if it might be risky. You looked around to see if anyone was looking except for Zirconia and Pidge, but everyone was too focused on themselves to even slightly care about the two of you. And even so, you didn’t care.

You lowered yourself onto her lap and immediately felt her arms tightly wrap around your torso.

„Good girl, put those pretty thighs on me“, she whispered in your ear, her hand stroking your leg softly. Your eyes widened, the familiar blush spreading on your cheeks. „Mi amor, mio todo mio“, (my love, mine all mine) she mumbled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

The evening progressed without anyone even looking at you. You sat on Ouija’s lap the entire time, wondering how it wasn’t taking a strain on her legs, conversing with her, Zirconia and Pidge. You did not once go to the buffet because you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with them but nevertheless, you were thirsty.

„I’ll just get something to drink really quick, do you want anything?“, you said to Ouija, hopping off of her lap.

„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“

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You were standing at the bar, deciding what drink you were going to get, not that there were a lot of options, this was prison after all. Possibilities weren’t exactly endless.

„Hi there“, a voice greeted you, coming out of nowhere.

You jumped, letting out a little shriek.

„Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you“, the woman next to you said worriedly, but you only laughed.

„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“

„You’re new here right?“, she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

„Yeah, I arrived here about two weeks ago, so my stay hasn’t exactly been long“

„Ah, so a newbie. That’s why I haven’t seen you around.“

You nodded, conversing in a little small talk with her. You already felt Ouija staring at you, knowing it was because of her protective and posessive nature, but you also wanted friends in here. You needed other people that you could rely on.

The woman, who turned out to be called Carla was telling you funny stories about other prisons she had been at and interactions she had with other inmates there and here at Litchfield.

You laughed loudly, finding her absolutely hilarious. While you and the woman were joking around, Ouija was boiling with anger and jealousy. She tried to keep her cool, „take a fucking chill pill“, like Zirconia had advised her. But it was really hard when she hadn’t even kissed you yet, didn’t even get to call you hers yet. Maybe the possibility of somebody else still being able to snatch you away was giving her the nerves. Maybe she would be more relaxed if she knew you were really hers.

Maybe. But right now, she just wanted to get you the fuck away from that other woman.

As you kept talking with Carla, you felt her put her hand on your waist.

„Um…“, you mumbled, looking over to Ouija. That was Carmen Aziza’s last straw. Nobody would touch her girl, not like that.

She stormed over to where you were standing and pushed the other woman off of you and to the ground where she landed with a loud bang. She stood over the woman, placing her thick boot onto her chest, compromising her airways.

„Touch her again and yo“, she laughed bitterly, „I’ll fuck you up“.

Before you could properly register what was happening, you felt yourself being grabbed by the wrist and pulled away. You didn’t know where you were going, as you were still finding your way around the prison, when you reached the door to the library. It was completely silent, the only sound being you getting pushed against one of the shelves.

Ouija stood in front of you, placing one of her hands beside your head. She used the other one to harshly grab your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at her. Her facial expression was one of anger, jealousy and displeasement.

„I don’t know who that other woman thinks she is, but she better know that you’re mine. Ever since you stepped into the walls of this prison, shit, I knew I had to have you. You're mine, amorcita. You're all mine and yo, guess what? I ain't about fucking sharing. I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore, munequita. Not when 1000 other bitches are this close to you every day. I love you.“

Ouija’s face was full of worry, anticipation of what you thought of her confession, if you felt the same.

„I’m yours“, you said, breathless, and that was all it took for Ouija to smash her lips against you and press you further into the wooden shelves. Her scent intoxicated you, all you saw, smelled, heard, touched was her. She was your whole world and you were hers. Her warm body was pressing into yours, her hands were roaming your body, diving underneath your shirt. Finally, you could do what you waited so long for. Her hands were in your hair, her tongue was dancing with yours. You forgot that you were in prison, you forgot about the world around you.

All there was, was you and her. Your love, yours all yours.

[rxqueenxgirl]

HOW ARE YOU PERCIEVED ? ♡ (detailed)

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take a deep breath and pick a pile!

pile 1: rx sun, rx five of swords, nine of swords, queen of wands, ten of pentacles, page of swords.

your friends perceive you as pessimist. there's something blocking your real happiness like stormy clouds block the sun, so it's hard for you to be radiant. you're not confident or powerful in their eyes, they often find you unrealistic due to your pessimism. to them, you're bored and always expecting failure.

your family perceives you as something they wished to fix. every family has its issues, but yours lived a war where everybody fought for their lives. you live in the middle of a conflict and they know it. they know you're tired. they want forgiveness, they want to reconcile, they want to fix what they broke. they have a constant resentment, they regret the position they gave you.

society perceives you as fulfilled. everybody has their social masks and yours is very convincing for how opposite it is from reality. you transmit the balance between strength and happiness. for those who don't know you yet, you seem warm and with a stable mindset. but sometimes they do see something strange behind, something that gives you the reason to have an almost perfect mask. you might think to yourself 'it's okay, it's okay, just pretend' in order to display a false confidence, because you don't want them to see what's really behind.

you perceive yourself as what's left after a nightmare. you feel like you're trapped in your own thoughts, you feel hopelessness towards yourself. you see yourself as a lost person, staying in the same state of suffering and negativity. the demands that are given to you leads you to this helplessness. you feel trapped in anxiety.

you want to be perceived as enough. you seek validation through your life, mostly in your career. you want people to look at you and see success. you want to exhale strength, so they can think you've been the strongest one, that has been through a lot in life but still got up and proved everybody that they were wrong. but you also want to be calm, you probably want to have your own place (maybe with a family) and live in constant peace.

in reality, you are the embodiment of adventure. you have so many potential, so many good energies within. you have amazing ideas for the future, you're just insecure about embracing that part of yours. you have an inner voice, like an inner child, wanting to be free of this tough energy you keep out of fear, and you need to follow it! don't repress the good things that remain in you, because you're extraordinary.

pile 2: nine of pentacles, rx star, three of wands, rx moon, eight of pentacles, knight of cups.

your friends perceive you as satisfied. they notice your self-control and emotional comfort, they think you're independent and know how to manage the things in your lifes, specially when it comes to finances. they know they can trust your intelligence, as you balance well your energies.

your family perceives you as unfaithful. you might come from a religious or spiritual family background. they think you've lost your hope on achieving the love that resides on this higher plan. all your happiness and comfort seems like a despair to them, like a mundane satisfaction. they wish to see you "healed" from your actual beliefs.

society perceives you as delusional. people often observe you as mysterious and mythical, they know you have a great balance in your energies and trust your own potential, and because of that they think you might be too ingenue to perceive the world around you. in reality, they don't understand how can someone have this courage to walk through the darkness. they don't understand your free spirit and wanderer nature. they want to be like you, but they can't and will never be able to be unless they risk to see more than the superficial.

you perceive yourself as frustrated. you know what you're capable of, but it brings you down when you can't get over the big obstacles in your plans, it makes you feel powerless. you tend to be perfectionist, and a not calculated thing can frustrate you to the point you question your whole path to where you're right now. failure can't be in your vocabulary, but neither does "enough".

you want to be perceived as helpless. you want someone to see your struggles and motivate you. you don't want to fall but at the same time you want people to be there if you fall and help you to get up. you're deemed to be the strongest soldier, if you fall nobody actually cares about it since you can look after yourself. you wish people saw you with more sensibility.

in reality, you are adventurous. you have the power to make anything happen only by putting your thoughts in your actions. you know your limits both mentally and physically, and nobody around you can use this strength better than you. don't let your frustrations consume you, this natural gift is not to be wasted.

pile 3: knight of cups, x of wands, the star, vii of cups, rx x of swords, viii of wands.

your friends perceive you as idealist. they know that when you want something you start to act immediately to get it. you're open-minded, they don't feel hesitant to share things with you. to them, you're someone fun to be around, you're spontaneous and always ready for a new adventure. they stereotype you as the social butterfly, the one striving to make everything around more relaxed.

your family perceive you as a big responsibility. sometimes you might feel like a burden to them, it happens because they are scared to lose control over you. they see you as a fragile bird wanting to fly out of their hands, they feel the duty to cage you. the thought that you can survive without them is threatening to their dignity. you are not their little girl/boy anymore and it gets them frustrated.

society perceives you as youthful. you have so many choices and dreams ahead of you, and people often get impressed of how you manage them in such simple way, it's almost as it's just a natural instinct because it was predestined to be like that. you don't necessarily come from a wealthy background, but you have enough tools to get into a great financial situation in future.

you perceive yourself as positive. you are in a tough position to rate yourself, so is safer to have faith on your healing process, which is more of developing a maturity you needed before. achieving this level of self-awareness is very important to you, the taste of control is better than you thought. you might look back and see your past self as ingenuous, but you don't actually hate them, you see them as an important element to that growth.

you want to be perceived as rejuvenated. you want everybody to recognize your hard work to move forward from the past defeat. people often see you're different, but they don't connect this to your effort. you feel like a little bit of recognition would help you in this situation, like a warm pet on the head reassuring you're doing a good work. you probably won't admit to anyone, but you want validation.

in reality, you are frustrated. you heal from your past actions, but you're enable to forgive yourself. the existence of obstacles in your way discourages you into continuing with perseverance. you feel like you're not doing enough and still immature, somehow not worthy of a bright future, but you need to have patience in moments like this... just rest! it's not going as well you thought? it's part of any journey.

[papurgaatika]

All The Quiet Nights You Bear

Pairing: din djarin x gn!reader

summary: Din Djarin is not warm, he does not drink hot drinks, or sit in steamy baths. But for you, he can try.

Tags: angst, din djarin my sweet boy,, bathing, yes this is just giving Din a bath, fluff, hurt/comfort but I'm hurting all of you and comforting him, mention on Din's mother, angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting amounts of intimacy, non-sexual nudity, no use of Y/N and no description of reader

word count: 1.8k

A/N: Before I start! This is my first official fic that wasn’t a bullet-pointed list I keep in a locked notes app on my phone so I am begging y’all to please be gentle with me. I want to give a MASSIVE shout-out to @joelsdagger for not letting me off the hook and making sure I stick with this, literally would not have been able to do this without her. So the fic: basically I got in the shower one day and thought about Din just being soft, and thus this was born! Fair warning that I Will by Mitski was in heavy rotation while writing this. I literally love him like a real person and he makes my heart hurt and I want to take care of him, so I got self-indulgent. I also don't really know the star wars universe so this is me making shit up as I go!! Anyway!! Peace and love from me I hope y'all love it as much as I do!!

Din Djarin is cold. He slept under the thin sheet he kept in the bunk of the crest for years, his beskar was always cool to the touch, he took cold showers. The idea of warmth never put him at ease either. It seeps into him, clinging to his body under his armor, reminding him of his blaster right after setting it off. He wants to crawl out of his skin anytime he finds himself on a dry planet, sweltering under its suns. 

Din wasn’t used to just how quiet life ended up being on nevarro. Grogu was in school most days, there was relative peace in the area, yet he still found himself clinging to his old self. Never relaxed, always on edge like he was waiting for a fight to break out. You find yourself watching him more closely, recognizing his routines, wanting to put his mind at ease. But how could you? He still took cold showers, quick and precise about it. Never lingering to enjoy the feel of water on his skin, never stopping to relax.

He thinks that the last time he truly took a hot shower was before he took the creed, when his parents were still alive, when he was only Din Djarin the boy, not a mandalorian. It hurt him to think about it, to picture his mother. Her face had grown fuzzy in his memory after decades without her, but he could feel her. The way her eyes were always soft and warm, her voice like the gentle rain that lulled him to sleep when he was young. He missed her. He missed the way she used to hum while warming the water for his bath, the smile on her lips when he would run up to her. He had tried once, to take a warm shower, to try and remember the oils his mother used to use when he was young. It had ended in him slouched over in the bathroom, the steam almost too much, silent sobs tearing through him. So no, din djarin did not take hot showers. 

But you? You were warm. So warm he felt like he was melting every time he even thought about you. The way you kissed his fingers, the gentleness you have while holding Grogu, the look in your eyes when you lay with him. You were all warm showers. The steam that tumbles after you when you open the door lingers around you like it's trying to surround you, to crowd your senses, to be all over you. Everything that din wants to do to you. He would chase after you throughout the whole galaxy if it meant you would say his name, soft and sweet like he was being saved just by hearing it. 

You were the only warmth that he craved. The only heat he allowed himself to enjoy, to truly want. And so when you call him over to the bathroom, voice soft and gentle, he comes. He will always come to you. You smile when he enters the room and takes in the scene in front of him. The bathtub full of water, steam rising from above it. You, with an expression warm enough to rival the water, eyes locked on his. “Come here,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours. He was uncharacteristically slow to move towards you, but you stood there, hand still waiting for his. Your hand took his, your thumb tracing over the side of his fingers so soft he could barely feel it. “Din-” you whisper looking up at him, “let me take care of you, sweet boy” 

That was your boy. The one you were working so hard to melt, to make him soft around the corners. It was rare that he wore the armor anymore, his days usually spent at home with you and Grogu, the need to hide no longer necessary. You bring his knuckles to your lips as a silent promise to be gentle, to not let him break. “Is that okay?” you ask, hand still holding his. 

He nods, not trusting his voice nearly as much as he trusts you, and you smile. God that smile. Din Djarin would live in that smile if he could. The only smile he thinks will be in his mind like his mother’s. You reach for the hem of his shirt, not pulling at it yet, just letting your fingers rest on top of it waiting for any indication that he was okay with it coming off. You hear a small hum leave his throat and you help him take it off. This was a sight you would never tire of seeing. Tan and broad, his tummy soft under your fingers likely because of your cooking, and god was he beautiful. “Always so pretty to look at” Your fingers trail on his chest. You place a kiss over his heart, a gentle reminder that it was yours and that yours was his. 

You watched as he removed the rest of his clothes, admiring the vision that he was. Yours, yours, yours. You nudged him to the bath, waiting for him to get in. He didn't think he could do it. It was hot. It was like the ones his mother gave him. It was not like him. He was not soft or warm, he was cool and hardened from years of fighting. But it was like you. It was for you. And for you, he could do anything. He let out a soft hiss as his feet hit the water, the temperature still taking him by shock slightly.

“It's okay, just relax. I've got you” Your words pulled him from his thoughts, looking over at you with a tilt of his head.

 “You’re not getting in cyar’ika?” he sounds disappointed, almost like he wants to beg you to hold him, but you shake your head at him. 

“This isn’t for me din, just want to help you relax okay?” You move to sit on the stool you put behind the bath, grabbing the basket full of oils and shampoos and letting them fill both of your senses. You use a cup to grab some of the water and pour it over his curls, the strands dampening and sticking to the back of his neck. You take the time to press a soft kiss to his head, nose and lips wet with the water. You pop open the bottle of shampoo you had fought to find. Din rarely spoke of his life before the creed, but you knew enough to set out on a search for it. The aroma of the shampoo grew easier to smell when you poured it into your palm, sandalwood and something almost citrusy being massaged into his hair. Your nails rake over his scalp and press into his forehead where you know he gets headaches. A soft groan leaves his lips, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“Is this alright my moon?” you whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled into the room along the steam of the bath. 

“It’s perfect my sun,” he replies, words uncharacteristically soft for him. A small smile finds its way to your lips as you continue to massage the soap into his hair before rinsing it out, taking care to not get it in his eyes.

 “Scooch up, I'm gonna do your shoulders” You dip your toes into the water, legs resting against his thighs before grabbing the soap and a washcloth. 

“So pretty for me Din,” a kiss on his neck “always so perfect,” another one above his collarbone “don't know what I would do without you.” a third kiss on his shoulder, right above a scar he had gotten over the course of his career. You let the soap run down his back gently, watching the bubbles drip down and hit the water. You rub small circles into his skin with the washcloth, running water over it to rinse off the soap, before moving to his arms. Even before you had seen his arms, you had known that he was strong. Hunting bounties all day, fighting, piloting the crest, had led to his arms and hands being known for violence, for having blood on them. But not to you. To you they were the ones that draped across your body at night, the ones used to hold your son while you were out in the markets, they were warm and strong and perfect. They shielded you and protected you, and while you didn’t think you could do the same for him, you were willing to try. Your fingers trace patterns over the scars and freckles he has, goosebumps forming on his skin.  He is sitting in front of you in the bath, the water so hot at one point, that his skin is a little red. Your hands are in his hair taking time to wash it, to truly wash it. Your nails rake against his scalp as the shampoo lathers, before you rinse it out taking care to not get it in his eyes. You massage the conditioner into the ends of his hair, before leaning down to press kisses onto his shoulder. 

“Thank you for letting me do this for you my moon” you murmur resting your chin on his shoulder. He lets out a soft hum that you can feel as you’re pressed up behind him. “Thank you for doing it, my sun.” you can feel the water growing colder than you would like under the two of you, so you make quick work of rinsing the rest of the conditioner out of his hair, lightly curling a few strands around your finger as you finish. Neither of you wants to make a move to get out, the warmth of each other making the water’s temperature almost obsolete, but a sneeze betrays him getting a giggle from between your lips, and din swears it’s the sweetest sound he will ever hear. He can feel your lips curled into a smile as you let your forehead fall to rest on the back of his shoulder and shake your head. 

“Time to get out I think,” you say, reaching over to grab a towel for yourself before stepping out and pulling it around yourself. Din stands next, taking his towel from your hands and wrapping it around his waist before pulling you into him, a surprised “oof” leaving your mouth as he holds you against his chest. You blink up at him, eyes twinkling at just the sight of him and raise an eyebrow waiting for him to speak. 

“Thank you cyar’ika,” his words tremble slightly as he takes a deep breath “Really, this was amazing.. Thank you.” He presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head before letting one of his hands capture yours, interlocking your fingers together. “Anything for you my love” you whisper back before nodding softly to your shared bedroom “Come now, let’s just rest for the day.”

[nightcolorz]

Just saw your post about relating Mitski song to Armand....

I am begging you on my knees to explain Nobody to me. "Venus, planet of love / Was destroyed by global warming / Did it's people want too much, too? / Did it's people want too much?" Just that passage + the possibilities make me insane. Like Armand as to have painted roman mythology scenes (since he was owned by a painter), he must know a lot of the stories. Does he appears in any of those painted scenes? Does he see himself as a sterile environment for emotions? 😭😭😭😭

RAHHHH!!!! YESSSSSS!!! So true so true runs around. I often consider nobody more of a lestat song than an Armand song and u pointing this lyric specifically out as Armand core is opening my brain up sm omggg. Ahhh tysm sm for the ask I have thoughts!

the comparison of Armand to Venus is so sad, omg, bcus like, yes. The way “Venice planet of love was destroyed by global warming” functions in the context of the song supports the main theme with a sort of a self aware edge. Nobody is about how incredibly desperate the narrator is for human connection while being completely unable to connect with ppl. By bringing up Venus the meaning is basically like, “I have so much love in me but I want too much that I can’t have and it’s destroying me”. By bringing up global warming also there is an edge of “the world is a corrupt place that is falling apart and it’s preventing me from feeling like I’m able to be a person”. Which is all so Armand ‼️‼️ the imagery of a planet that has so much to give and so much to love being destroyed by the curroption of humanity is ugh, Armand to a tea. He was born an earnest, innocent child, with so much potential and sm love in his heart and anything he could have been was stripped from him horribly bcus men r fucked up and evil. He was a human made an object, a sterile environment as u said, omgg. And because of what he’s been through Armand is unable to connect with people or ever feel like he’s a part of the world or part of humanity. And he’s always longing for that connection, always feeling that gaping hole in his chest destroy him from the inside and looking for something to fill it. And all he wants is love 😭 love he can never understand or find for himself because he was never given it. UGHHH

also, nobody always reminds me of this rant Armand goes on in queen of the damned, where he’s freaking out as he talks to Daniel and talking about how he feels like the world keeps becoming more sterile and isolated, and being alone keeps becoming more normalized, and he is watching in real time as loneliness eats up the population collectively and destroys them. And I always felt like Armand gets so freaked out about this because he suffers from feeling unable to connect with other people or the world and unable to understand it, and I think for Armand seeing this becoming a wide spread issue for normal people is frightening cus of how he relates to it

thank u SM for this ask omg!!!! I hope you enjoy my answer <3 (Cough cough guys pls feel free to send me “explain how this Mitski song is Armand” asks its my favorite thing to do)

[iwantjaketosullyme]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭

➺ pairing: aged up!neteyam x omatikaya!reader (angst) ➺ summary: 'and i say your name in hopes you'll hear it in the stars' (w/c: 1.7k) ➺ warnings: death, grieving, hurt (not rlly any comfort), reader is a lil unhinged?? a/n: loosely inspired by mitski's 'carry me out' so go listen to that, cry a lil bit then come back nd cry some more :( kind of a long drabble, na'vi dictionary at the end !!

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Every night, you return to the rock on which he died.

His rock. It is where you feel closest to him. Everybody else seems to find solace in the fleeting moments spent with a version of him at Ranteng Utralti, where he is Neteyam and simultaneously, not Neteyam. A cruel merging of both his pure spirit, innocent to his own death and an extension of your memories of him.

You, on the other hand, are too preoccupied with lamenting over the new memories with him that cannot be made – there were parts of Neteyam you were yet to discover, parts of him even he was yet to discover. You mourn not only what once was, but also what never was and never will be.

For Kiri, he is the protective pseudo-twin that effortlessly intimidates the skxawng that dared to tease her for her extra finger, by virtue of the squaring of his shoulders and the furrow of his brow. The white knight she never asked for, but would always appreciate.

For Lo’ak, he is the all-encompassing security of the known world made flesh and bone. A constant. Constant companion, constant rival, constant scapegoat. As a young boy he pinned all his hopes and dreams on Neteyam, nearly idolising his brother, the mighty warrior.

As he grew in both stature and teenage angst, he began to pin his anger at the world that did not understand him and refused to accept him onto Neteyam too.

As he watched the body of his brother sink to the bottom of the ocean floor, the innermost part of him whispered that all that he had pinned over the years grew and grew until it was what tied the metaphorical rock to Neteyam’s ankle, ensuring his fate below the sea’s surface and amongst the ancestors.

Even Kiri, the resident empath, does not understand when you admit your aversion to visiting him at the spirit tree. That version of him is ever close, but ever out of your reach. What she does understand, is when you confide in her that you think the sea yearns for the sky as you do for your yawne.

When the roaring waves crashing against one another almost make it look as if the sea has grown limbs, extending its appendages in an effort to grasp at the elusive sky. Equally near as it is far.

It is here, on this solid rock that you make your peace with the truth. Cold, hard and unmoving, like this rock. You lay in the same position as the last version of him you came to know; a young man stripped of his cognizance, relieved of his typical reservations and nobility, finally expressing his heart’s desire. To go home. 

Moved by raw emotion, you compress the length of your form against the boulder, rough surface digging into your back the same way it would have pressed into his – you long to feel his pain. You stretch your arms out beside you, feel the grooves formed by an unknown number of years of erosion. Erosion caused by the sea. The sea gives, and the sea takes.

Each night, you slip away from the communal meal, running from the sympathetic looks of concerned clan members, or the softly – but firmly – spoken sage words of wisdom from Neytiri intended to comfort you. But only you know what comforts you best. 

Each night, you run your palms over the jagged edges of his rock and find a new crater within it that you had not noticed before. With each new trace of the same surface you remind yourself of the events of that night, explore another possibility of how it could have ended, what you could have done differently.

It was on that night that you learnt of the cruelty within the Great Mother’s just nature. Of course, you would never dare to question her, for you knew of the love she held for each and every one of her children. This would not, however, fill the gaping hole in your heart that Neteyam had made his place of permanent residence.

It would not remedy the odd lightness you felt on your right shoulder in the dead of night, your body yearning for the familiar weight of his weary head as he finally rests after a long day of protecting everyone but himself. Whispers his grievances into the crook of your neck, secrets he could never fathom telling anyone else. Eternally the saviour with no complaints.

It has been a little over four weeks since you lost your life’s love to the waters around you, and thus the customary mourning period has come to an end. With your knowledge of this comes the realisation that you can no longer grieve your loss so openly anymore; up until this point you had been merely going through the motions of your daily duties. Physically present, but neither mentally nor emotionally – behaviour most unlike you. 

Like most in the Omatikaya clan, you were not left unscarred by the Sky People’s greed, be it from the events of the Great War nearly two decades ago, or their recent resurgence in the forest, and so grief was not an entirely alien concept.

With a community of people as close as yours is, was (you must remind yourself that you are no longer a tsmuke of the Omatikaya but of the Metkayina now), it was near enough impossible not to have lost a loved one. You had come to understand that there was no one way of grieving.

That did not, however, prepare you for what you feel currently. Your previous battles with grief had caused a hot anger to sear through your being, fuelling your hatred for the tawtute impostors and renewing your thirst for vengeance. You had cried, dried your tears and ploughed on. This time could not have been any more different for you. This time, yours was a fossilised kind of sadness.

No matter how understanding the Sullys are of your shared grief, with every interaction you have with them you feel obliged to remove the dark veil of your heavy countenance for their sake. Sometimes, when your sense of hurt pushes your thoughts to be more callous than empathetic, you wonder why exactly everybody else is able to move on but you cannot. 

Is it because Jake and Neytiri still have three other children to nurture and watch flourish? Because Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk will still have each other? Neteyam was, is still your one and only. As the man intended to be your mate, he was the sole reason why you had even relocated to Awa’atlu with the Sully family. Without him you do not yet know quite how to live.

When your thoughts are more rational and the fog of despair lifts momentarily, you can see the way it still affects them. You hear it every time Neytiri speaks, a gravity present in her voice that was not before – an echo of the keening wail of a newly bereft mother.

You see it in the quiet, steely glint of determination in Jake’s gaze when he has his secret meetings with Tonowari. Where Lo’ak’s nonchalant nature would previously have meant he skives from training in favour of a deep sea swim with Payakan, now he is always first to arrive at the section of the shoreline dedicated to training and last to leave. You know, undoubtedly, another war is coming. 

Until then, you will cling to the sanctuary that this rock offers you. Here, you are free to bear the burden of your grief without shame. Carry the weight of it, feel its pressure, let it mould you into a misshapen form no different to the rock you lay on, hunched shoulders and weary back. As you lay back, you allow the gentle waves to lap over you. 

You cannot help but wonder what Neteyam must have been thinking when he was laid out here. Did he know that he would be leaving you like this? A small part of you hopes that the coaxing tide will drag you out to sea, beyond the reef, down, down, down into your watery grave so that your body can finally rest, surrounded by the sea anemones. Surrounded by Neteyam.

Gazing up into the night, you give your thoughts the freedom to take shape; twist and turn as they so wish. You imagine them being made physical before your eyes that are glazed over with unshed tears. You will them to float skywards, beyond the cover of night, up, up, up above the ether to reach the stars that hold your beloved. Silent prayers to the still night’s sky.

A small rock pierces the atmosphere, crossing the sky’s black canvas with speed swifter than a palulukan in pursuit and velocity greater than an ikran flying into battle. Lost in thought, you nearly miss the sight of the shooting star, white hot rock cutting through an obsidian sky. An auspicious symbol. 

In your eager attempt not to lose sight of it you sit up abruptly, nearly keeling over as you stretch your neck to gaze up towards the sky. You manage to keep it in your visage, panic rising when it crosses over into your peripheral. Wasting no time, you crawl over, scurrying on all fours to the other end of the rock, from which it is perfectly in your eyeline. 

Incensed, your arms that are now grazed by the harsh edges of rock stretch out towards the star until you can feel a dull ache in the joint that connects it to your torso. Entire body extended, you open your palms wide to their full span, clutching at the fiery rock before clamping your fingers so tightly together, you can feel the skin pulling tautly over bone.

The gesture is a physical confirmation of your understanding of this phenomenon ordained by Eywa, a promise to her that you will listen. A promise to Neteyam that you will live.

You strengthen your grip on this promise and tuck it away in your heart, in the space that Neteyam used to reside in. Rolling over, you ground yourself, leaning your back against the rock. His rock. He was your rock.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

na’vi dictionary

ranteng utralti - the spirit tree // skxawng - idiot // yawne - beloved // tsmuke - sister // tawtute - sky person, sky people // palulukan - thanator // ikran - banshee

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[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter eight of Lonely Remnants, “Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed? I'm just a ghost out of his grave”, is here! :)

Here are the extras for this chapter and the previous chapter!

Chapter Seven:

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars” by Mitski! It’s meant to be from the Shoggoth’s perspective, but it also really sounds like something Lawrence would’ve sang when he was part of a band, haha.

- “The Shoggoth sat like a kid outside the principal’s office, shoulders hunched and head hung low, waiting for a harsh punishment.” - The Shoggoth did genuinely expect them to hit it.

- “The Shoggoth let out a strange low whine, looking towards Adam and Barbara with pleading eyes.” - “It then looked to Lydia, as if for approval.” - “The Shoggoth lifted his head, staring up at her with big, dark, hopeful eyes.” - THE SHOGGOTH CARES SOOO MUCH ABOUT WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT IT GUYS. AHHH.

- “Lydia forced down the bitter taste of sarcastic irony building in her as she thought of all of the horror flicks and dramatic paintings depicting demons as fearsome monsters without remorse or pity.” - the last part is a reference to a line from “Aliens”! Also, Lydia is specifically thinking about the Deadites from “Evil Dead” and the one painting of Dante and Virgil.

- “I don’t… I can’t find it in me to forgive you yet.” - I DID NOT MEAN FOR MY FICS TO LINE UP LIKE THIS. WHOOPS!

- “… it’s no problem, Bug.” - this is the first time Lydia called the Shoggoth by it’s preferred name!

- I wonder if that dream is thematically relevant? ;)

Chapter Eight:

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Ghosting” by Mother Mother! Very literal, haha.

- Thank you to @ten-chocolate-sundaes for Adam’s nerdy autism rants about Klingon culture and such from Star Trek, I have no clue about most of Adam’s interests haha <3

- “The Shoggoth briefly bit his lip as it thought, it’s tail softly thumping against it’s seat. “… I guess. Sure.” Lydia raised an eyebrow. “‘Sure’?” “I, uh… spent a lotta time alone in the woods. But I’m sure it’ll be fun with you guys!” ” - The Shoggoth spent a grueling year wandering the woods up north. It sucked ass.

- “Mrs. D used ‘em only once.” - this is what Lawrence used to call Emily. The Shoggoth doesn’t even know her last name.

- “The demon suddenly seemed rather invested in staring at his arm, tugging the sleeve of it’s cotton sweater. (Funny, she could’ve sworn it was Adam’s.)” - It is Adam’s! :)

- “ “That’s.. from Lawrence’s favorite movie.” A bittersweet smile tugged at Adam’s lips. “‘Rule #32: Enjoy the little things’.” The Shoggoth’s head whipped up in his direction. “Oh! From… the zombie movie?” ” - This tattoo is referencing “Zombieland”. It is a sweet little reminder Lawrence wanted to give himself.

- “Lydia hadn’t seen any being look so starstruck before. The Shoggoth sat, eyes wide and full of wonder, mouth hung agape with the hint of a smile. It’s tail kept thumping against the seat as it wagged.” - Average reaction to listening to Chappell Roan for the first time.

- “She’s a damn visionary!” - Hm! What oddly familiar phrasing.

- “Who knew a demon would be such big fans of Chappell Roan?” - thank you again @ten-chocolate-sundaes for helping me figure out Barbara’s music taste!

- “Lydia let out a little laugh as she turned her attention back to the minute-mystery she and Adam were solving together.” - These are phenomenal to do on road trips. Murdles are too. Adam loves his Murdles.

- “… I like… ‘they’. And ‘it’, still.” - The Shoggoth’s pronouns are now it and they! They were just it/its until this point. When I use ‘his’ while referring to a body part for the Shoggoth, it’s because the body part doesn’t belong to them.

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[kandyzee]

THIS IS A PINKEY PROMISE KISS

'Once more to see you' is the early gallavich song.

GONNA TELL YOU WHY !!!

First of all, all songs can be interpreted differently, but to me, this song is about a secret relationship where the narrator craves more.

The first line represents knowing deep down that ur relationship is going to end. "The setting sun on ur neck" is like the sun setting on the relationship, the relationship being referenced by the sun setting on mitski's partner. But mitski doesn't want to believe this. This is why the information isn't in front of her. it's behind her only shown on a mirror. I think it could also be looking back on light filled, happy memories with a partner.

This both fit gallavich really well. Mickey, from the start, feels that his relationship is unsustainable. Ian does, too, but they always go back to each other. They look back on the good and risk it for that feeling over and over even if they "know" it's never gonna work.

"The taste of you bubble up inside me" is the desire in the relationship. The taste or craving for the other person is bubbling and inevitable to boil over.

This growing want for the other person is immediately followed by reasoning why that can't be the case. There are people watching, and they have reputations to uphold. Straight away, I connect these lines to mickey. That is his thought process. He knows he's starting to have feelings for Ian, but he has Terry watching over him. "Our every move" highlights just how paranoid mickey is (for good reason). He has to uphold this strong, thug persona. Mickeys reputation is very close to him, he clings to, he has dreams of becoming the king of the southside. People can't see all this intense queer love he's having cause that would crush the persona.

So they keep the relationship secret.

"Won't let them have it." The them in this is referring to Terry or really any homophobic person. Mickey has grown up with his whole life controlled and ruined by his dad. For once, this good feeling is his. He doesn't want to let that go.

The song then talks about being alone together. "Come inside" is Ian pulling mickey into the safe little bubble they have crafted together. Mitski has a short repetition of the word 'alone' this amplifies the secretive nature of their relationship. As much as this is a metaphorical place, it could also be physical. "You like the high school bleachers, this is our spot, man," or the abandoned buildings Ian trains in, and mickey runs to for comfort after Terry catches them.

Now for my favourite line cause I link it to my favourite kiss.

This line is perfectly them. In this case, I see Ian as the narrator. A pinky promise kiss is a kiss given in a place of a pinky promise. I am definitely one of those people who consider pinky promises at the most pure and meaningful kind of trust, so that makes the line all the more significant to me. For gallavich, the promise is that things will get get better, there is hope for their relationship, and the love that they feel is okay its good. This is why I think the s3 wedding kiss is so fitting. When Ian kisses back, he is making he promise that they can work, and mickey is promising that he wants more with Ian.

"If you would let me." Mickey, during the first 3 seasons, refused to kiss ian. Ian craves emotional intimacy. He wants to share that mickey. To give mickey Pinky promises kisses is to use emotional intimacy to promise that everything will be okay. Ian has tried convincing all these different things, like when he says, "we have nothing to be ashamed of," but it never works. Mickey doesn't respond well to words, but he reacts to physicality. whether if it's abuse or sex mickey is most used to touch, so that's what he is responsive to. Ian knows this and wants nothing more to convince mickey of the good through intimacy, not words.

"Then i wouldn't have to scream ur name atop of every roof in the city of my heart." This line can be seen as a few things. First, it could be about professing love to nothing. When u shout out rooftops, people aren't going to hear u. You can day whatever you want without worrying about other people. Mickey and Ian have no one to tell, so they scream into nothing. To scream in "City of My Heart" is to scream internally. U can't show the emotion outward, so ur trapped in the city of ur heart. It could also be an emotional close place, tho. Similar to the "Come inside" line, the city of their heart could be a place that holds love and memories for them. For gallavich, I think it would be the abandoned buildings or dugouts yk something like that. No one understands love better than the places it was made.

I see this line also interpreted as the opposite sometimes, tho. Screaming of rooftops for them the desire to tell everyone all the time about this relationship. But if the secret was out, that would go away. Like the secret is eating them alive.

If Ian was able to convince mickey with pinky promise kisses, he could start telling actual people. They wouldn't have to hide their feelings .

Okay, finally, the last 4 lines of the song.

"If I could see you." Not only does it mean physically seeing each other but also understanding each other.

"Once more." I think this is talking about going back. If you just see them one more time, then maybe you will understand. If you see them one more time, maybe u will be okay with the relationship only going this far.

This relates to gallavich because of ians dedication to helping, understanding, and being with mickey. Ian will always take mickey back he will always push mickey to better. He gives pinky promise kisses and just more, and their relationship will work.

When Ian goes to see mickey at the wedding in s3, he gives it a try just once more. And I think it works. After that pinky promise kiss, ian does see mickey. Maybe not fully, but he has a better understanding of him.

Mitski often ends her songs with repeating lyrics. For thus song I think it means even tho they say its just one time more, they will go back again. They always find themselves saying "once more". I also like the idea that 1 set is Ian saying it and the other mickey. Like they feel the same things.

The first and last line compliment each other really well. At the start of the song, u can infere the ending of the relationship, but at the end, we see them trying again. The song has this very unfulfilled but desperate to keep the scrap of love they are given feel to it. And that is early gallavich.

I think this song fits most around s3, but it works with s1/2 just, imo not as well. The feelings are there, but they haven't reached the intensity that mitskis song has.

Anyway make this the mitski song people relate to gallavich NOT ME AND MY HUSBAND

[foxnikki]

hi!! can I please have a mha and jjk romantic matchup ? im pansexual so i have no preference for gender !

in terms of personality, im very optimistic and bubbly. i always try to see the good in ppl and situations, even if ive been wronged or if the situation is scary. im very emotional and empathetic too, so whenever i see ppl cry i also cry 😭 im a hopeless romantic, so i fall for ppl very easily and when i love ppl, i love them very deeply. sometimes im a yapper, but other times i go nonverbal. my friends also describe me as rlly kind and sweet, but also sensitive and super oblivious. whenever ppl like me, i never know unless they or my friends outright tell me that they like me (its rlly bad, i recently discovered that 5 ppl liked me at one point but i had no idea 😭). i tend to put others first and im the friend that ppl go to for advice. i tend to see situations from everyone’s perspective, so id say that im pretty understanding. im also very smiley and i laugh at almost everything, and this is my charming point when it comes to making new friends or leaving a first impression. as nice as i can be, i also say or do out of pocket or unexpected things sometimes. when it comes to dating me, i have rlly bad trust issues and i feel like im hard to love, so id need someone who’s patient and understanding.

my hobbies include crocheting, reading, drawing, playing roblox w my friends, listening to music (my fav artists are lana del rey, mitski, laufey, beabadoobee, ichiko aoba, and lamp!), binging shows, and playing an instrument. also idk if u need this, but i dress very girly but I can’t stick to one aesthetic!! i either dress in the himekaji style (think shoujo mc, like hachi or sawako) or dark coquette (idk if that’s the actual name of the style but think horror game protagonist). thank you so much and im so sorry for how long this is😭

a/n: hope you enjoy this!

You Got...

Izuku Midoriya !

He's sorry when you cry, but he understands that you're empathetic.

When he has a crush on someone he starts to stutter and turns red, so you should understand. At first he wouldn't admit it and I would just keep it to himself, maybe one day he'll get up the courage and tell you.

He may talk for a long time, especially if it is a topic he likes. But if you go nonverbal then it will do the same, since he doesn't know if you want to talk or hear him. Sometimes people need just a bit of silence.

Likes that you're kind.

Also likes the way you smile and laugh.

He is quite a patient person, he will give you the time you need.

Yuji Itadori !

Yuji tries to be as optimistic as possible and he's quite chatty. Have you seen a new movie that came out in theaters? He will definitely tell you about it. And if you want to talk instead then he will listen to you. Over time he became a good listener.

At the beginning, if he sees you crying he will approach you and ask what happened to trigger that emotion, you need to give him some time to make him understand that it is actually empathy towards others. He finds it a very important aspect in a person.

He likes that you are kind, and your smile makes him smile back.

If you say or do something he doesn't expect he'll be surprised at first, but in the end it doesn't bother him too much. He's discovered something new, it seems.

He understands that you need time to trust him, so he doesn't mind waiting. He understands it.

Never tried crocheting but looks interested, maybe you can teach him?

[munchmemes]

mitski lyrics, The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We edition

❛ as i got older, i learned i'm a drinker. sometimes a drink feels like family. ❜

❛ did you go and make promises you can't keep? ❜

❛ amateur mistake, you can take it from me. ❜

❛ i try to remember the wrath of the devil was also given to him by god. ❜

❛ i have a hope and though she's blind with no name, she shits where she's supposed to and feeds herself while i'm away. ❜

❛ sometimes i think it would be easier without [them] but i know nothing can hurt me when i see [their] sleeping face. ❜

❛ all of our love is filling all of our room. ❜

❛ now i bend like a willow, thinking of [you/them]. ❜

❛ i sip on the rest of the coffee [you/they] left like it's a kiss left of [you/them]. ❜

❛ something set free is running through the night and the dark awaits us all around the corner. ❜

❛ here in our place we have for the day, can we stay a while and listen for heaven? ❜

❛ i don't like my mind, i don't like being left alone in a room with all its opinions about the things that i've done. ❜

❛ so, yeah, i blast music loud and i work myself to the bone and on an inconvenient christmas, i eat a cake. a whole cake, all for me. ❜

❛ there's another memory that gets stuck inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk. and it may be a few years but you can bet it's there, waiting still for me to be left alone in a room full of things that i've done. ❜

❛ i want someone to take this soul, i can't bear to keep it. ❜

❛ i'd give it just to give and all i will take are the consequences. ❜

❛ your pain is eased but you'll never be free. ❜

❛ there's a deal that i made. ❜

❛ when memories snow and cover up the driveway, i shovel all those memories and clear the path to drive to the store. ❜

❛ and if i break, could i go on break? ❜

❛ i'll be back in my room, writing speeches in my head. ❜

❛ my love is mine, all mine. ❜

❛ nothing in the world belongs to me but my love is mine, all mine. ❜

❛ nothing in the world is mine for free but my love. ❜

❛ after everyone's long been gone but me, i was hiding or forgotten. the only one left. ❜

❛ now the world is mine alone with no one to share the memory. ❜

❛ you're my best friend. now i've no one to tell how i lost my best friend. ❜

❛ remember when we met, we acted like two fools. we were so glad to have found it. ❜

❛ that love is like a star. it's gone, we just see it shining. it's traveled very far. i'll keep a leftover light burning so you can keep looking up. isn't that worth holding on? ❜

❛ you know i'd always been alone till you taught me to live for somebody. ❜

❛ you believe me like a god. i destroy you like i am. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i'm the one you love. ❜

❛ no one will ever love me like you again. ❜

❛ so, when you leave me, i should die. i deserve it, don't i? ❜

❛ one day, you'll figure me out and i'll meet judgement by the hounds. ❜

❛ people always gave me love. others were never to blame after all. ❜

❛ you believe me like a god. i betray you like a man. ❜

❛ stride through the house naked. don't even care that the curtains are open. ❜

❛ let the darkness see me. ❜

❛ streets are mine, the night is mine. all my own. ❜

❛ oh, how i love me after you. i'm king of all the land. ❜

[natashasbitxh]

I have to say it. I started my Shayne journey this week and honestly not mad at all. I just u know, love to see sometimes how Shayne will be looking at chance like he's trying to understand something in him, that he doesn't even realize. Always when chance isn't looking obviously, the other part to me is how gentle the interactions are, sometimes I feel like Shayne is afraid of Chance in a good way I think. Then when they laugh at the same joke, it's rare but curious. I sense like they could be really good friends, but there's something that doesn't let them be close in that way. Maybe they're not trying to be friends, maybe they will always see the other as someone dar away even though they actually have a lot of things to relate. The new video with the fanfic really highlights for me that strange aura around them, like a wall they're too afraid to be friendly, Shayne seemed nervous and I don't understand why, nothing bad really happens and he doesn't like the eye contact too much hahahaha. Those two are a funny little duo, like they would be the kind of friendship that act like they have a secret and wouldn't tell anybody and inside jokes. So I'm saying this to you now, thank you for sharing your love for this duo, they deserve more, even if it's only shipping, it works for me, I don't mind. Another thing is, I would love to see more banter between them in the next videos hahahaha. Chance did a great job in the fanfic, he really is a theater kid. I wonder if he sense Shayne nervousness sometimes or not. Please share you thoughts on them too!!! I would totally read just an essay of them, explaining why you like this dynamic if you ever wanted to write it

Well first off, welcome to shaynse nation! Was gonna say that I hope ur enjoying ur journey but it seems u r!

(Putting more under the cut because this got rlly long!)

Adding on, I also find that Chanse does the same with Shayne! Both of them watch eachother and seem to REALLY be listening. I think Shayne wants to impress Chanse, not always but often he'll make a joke and look over to Chanse for his reaction.

And I understand what u mean sm! I could deffo feel some nervousness from Shayne, once again I've seen other ppl say it but it is so introvert x extrovert!

and honestly even without shipping, I think their dynamic and friendship is so fun and entertaining! They really are so funny together!

I honestly tried to go back and see what video made me think of shaynse, but I honestly can't remember at all!

Honestly, I think I like this ship just cause its so interesting and like you said, gentle? There's this sort of softness that I always associate with shaynse, and even any angst I imagine to be the same if that makes sense. I've said it before, but they really do give me the vibes of evermore (by Taylor Swift), Cigarettes After Sex, Lana Del Rey and maybe even Mitski. Also just throwing this in but I've noticed he's started to give Shayne the "Angela..." treatment, "Shayne..." and I think that shows a development in at least friendship. Like taking out any romance, I think you really can notice how they've gotten closer in videos and have great chemistry. I've also noticed in videos recently that they mirror each other a lot or even finish each other's sentences to an extent and I think that's rlly sweet! I've mentioned this before but Chanse often twirls his hair whilst he's listening or talking to Shayne, just an observation! I've noticed he does this kinda thing (not saying it's just limited to Shayne) where he responds to Shayne with this far off look in his eyes as he twirls his hair. Honestly that may very well not be a shaynse moment and is probably Chanse just zoning out, and quite frankly he's so real for that I relate to that so hard. And I'm sorry but my shipping self...the way Chanse looks at Shayne makes me insane sometimes!! Even when neither of them are talking!! And then when Shayne is talking, the eye contact from Chanse is so FIERCE. I've said before that the formula is that Chanse gazes at Shayne and Shayne cries at Chanse's jokes...and honestly now both things apply to both of them! Shayne also very much gives the vibe that he's nervous to compliment Chanse to his face but absolutely gushes abt him to other ppl (this thought coming from Shayne bringing up Chanse AS MUCH AS HE CAN).

Sorry, this became sooo unorganised but I kinda just jotted down all my shaynse feelings/ideas! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, I found it so fun to read and so fun to reply!! Don't be afraid to do it again! (And that goes to everybody!)

Shaynse is a niche ship and I get that not everybody is gonna like it, but I do rlly appreciate shaynse nation and smoshblr in general!

[plethomacademia]

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Thank you! Answering this and the star means no one can stop me from talking about the last chapter of You have always needed abundant assistance and the current era of Maevetash.

I have been so excited for this part of the fic because both Maeve and Gortash have bought into SOMETHING happening between them, but in different ways and to different degrees and I have songs that kind of encapsulate them.

For Enver, the theme is possession and obsession, a la the song for the last chapter, Gallery Piece by Of Montreal

The lyrics for this are SO PERFECT for this moment because it's about how he wants to own her, pleasure her, claim her publicly and privately, isolate her. I mean, come on:

For him, the verb for love is ownership and I really hope that shined through in the last chapter. He is feeling some feelings for potentially the first time ever and his reaction is to figure out how to mark her (the necklace) and contain her (the bedroom) but also to give her everything she wants (the piano, the books).

Maeve has two things going on that will hopefully be made clear in the next chapter. The first is that she really wants to go all in on Enver, but she knows that she can't. For that, here is some Mitski

I mean just look at these lyrics:

The rules are about how they are both just Not Talking About It, about the restrictions she has from her Father, and just this game that neither of them really wants to play but they have to because the first one to flinch knows that they are going to lose somehow.

The next chapter is going to be sad for a few reasons and I really just, it's an interesting experience so far, writing out how much she is finally getting what she wants in her relationship with Bhaal but Enver has made her so HUNGRY for more. She has always been covetous and she has always been punished for it.

So the song ends how she will end in the next chapter:

The other thing she has going on is her conflict with Bhaal. For that, the song is probably the actual song for the next chapter which is Give It To Me by Miya Folick

She is about to get in Trouble again, not to the degree as Carrot and Stick but this is a pattern for her and Sceleratis is going to try to bring her back in line. From her perspective though, she has been told she is so good and perfect her whole life and then every once in a while, just when she finds something that gives her a spark of joy, she gets slapped down. So we start here:

And it continues from there and its just a perfect song for how she deep down knows that she is his blood and she is a vessel and she is not something that gets to be more than that, but she has been so good! She has been everything and why can't she just have these things she loves, like music and a friend, in this short time she will have before she is fully consumed?

Anyway, buckle up because that is skipping Ketheric's meddling AND skipping the weird motherhood stuff is coming up with the Elder Brain. I am Thriving.

[quaggyday]

Choosing mitski songs for the strawhats

Tw for the strawhats in general I guess, just in case (Also going in backwards order)

Jimbei: A horse named cold air

I think the lyrics and the slow pace of the song fit him. The idea he started out as a brash fast paced horse who ran like a storm fit his more brash personality when he was on Fisher tigers ship. The line "A pond with no fish" could also represent the suffering his people have gone through. The sin could be the mistakes he's made and Jimbei having to accept them and understand the next step he should take as a pirate.

Brook: A burning hill

The piano and the entire song is about grief are what do it for me. Brook knowing he had to watch then live with the sorrow of his crews death and being everything about it at once, the lost and the found- the watcher and the being. But he decides to still be clean and walk out and enjoy life because its what he can do and its what he will do for his friends and for Laboon.

Franky: Why didn't you stop me?

The first verse gives off the impression of Franky himself asking why he ended his dreams, why he didn't stop to think about the consequences of his creations. The electric guitar and the empty spaces of music also leave room for Franky not needing to repeat what he knows about himself. The second verse could be either him or Iceburg trying to talk to each other and finding it hard to understand who they are- brothers or enemies. Paint it over also reminds me of Franky trying to paint a new version of himself or paint the Sunny for his dream.

Nico Robin: First love/Late Spring

First love is simply Robin's first time since Ohara being able to love, and Late Spring is how late its come. Crying like a tall child is similar to her epithet of devil child and her unresolved trauma. She hopes and hurries that the strawhats can leave her because their love is so much, so new- its too much for her to hold all at once. She had to behave far older then she was as a child and going home is something she doesn't want if it means harming her family. One word from the government will be the decider of what she does, but the straw hats words are what make her stay with them.

[ara270904]

So so after seeing some tok toks and reading some fanfics you know what would be probably angsty but a good idea a MLP fanfic with the song "Once more to see you" by Mitski (I think that's the name of the song), the ship I thought first is Prince Blueblood x Shining Armor because idk I started to like Blueblood a little because he's not that bad and I read some fanfics about him and Shining they were good.

So the songs says something like "But with everybody watching us, our every move

We do have reputations

We keep it secret

Won't let them have it" It could fit them like gay and in a sense it would be like a prince x guard? And if you do it in a semi-homophobic alternate universe and make it a good forbidden love where they're not supposed to be together because Blue is "royalty" and Shining is just a guard so they are not supposed to be together because they are stallions and different social classes and aja.

And then there's the other lyrics "So come inside and be with me, alone with me

Alone, with me alone

If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses

Then I wouldn't have to scream your name

Atop of every roof in the city of my heart

If I could see you

Once more to see you" It's a really good song.

Although maybe it could also fit Cadance x Shining because apparently if I remember correctly I think not many people knew that Shining and Cadance were dating so the wedding was a surprise specially for Twilight and If they started dating before Shining was even a guard you could say that the princess of love was with some random stallion. So it could make an angsty story for them to maybe less gay?

Both ideas are really good in my mind obviously I would prefer my first option because it sounds like it could get more angst than comfort gayer and angsty maybe with its hurt/comfort like I said it could get more angst than comfort-er? idk but yeah.

I hope someone enjoys reading my ideas that I came up with just today. Yeah

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 12

Third POV

Another week has passed. Things have been quite quiet lately, and nothing to major in Eboni's life taking place. The therapy sessions are still in full swing, much to the teen's dismay. The bright side is Tiffany is finally leaving town to join her husband, Daniel, for work.

However, Eboni had to promise not to skip her sessions unless informing Tiffany beforehand if she couldn't attend. The reasons also had to be reasonable in the eyes of her foster mother. Eboni didn't like that sort of attention. She still didn't trust Tiffany. Something within her is preventing her from doing so.

Maybe it's the fact that the teen only has two people she'll ever consider her parents. Even after so many years since their studden passing, they still hold a special place in Eboni's heart. So much so that it leaves no room for any possible parenteral figures.

Eboni is currently waiting for the final bell to ring, signaling for the weekend. Luckily, the office that holds her sessions is closed on Fridays and throughout the weekend. It gives the teen some time to finally catch up on her 'me' time. Once the bell rings, all the teenagers storm out of the classroom, Eboni staying behind for a bit- waiting for the halls to clear out some.

Taylor walks into the room, waving at Eboni- Iris, coming in a few minutes later. The three have grown close after bonding over their near death experiences with the serial killers. Eboni has come to enjoy their company, laughing together and discovering new things about the other. She's come to realize she has many things in common with these girls.

Although the teen notices the secretive air that still looms around the two, she doesn't mind. It's understandable, considering Eboni is the new one within the friend group. Besides, she has secrets of her own - her biggest being Jeff.

The teen hasn't heard anything from the killer, nor has she felt watched. The closest hearing from him would be the news channel explaining its new homicides of the week. With each passing day, that feeling of longing for him grows more and more.

"Any plans today?" Taylor asked after blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

"Not really. Might stop by the skate park. I road here on my rollerblades, So." Eboni answers with a shrug, standing from her desk.

"Damn girl! Ya know how to blade?" Taylor smiles, her rich country accent coming through.

Eboni places her bag over her shoulder before nodding her head. "Yeah. Do you?"

"Nah, only once in a while. Iris, though, is the shit! She's the one who taught me." She grins, nudging the shy gothic teen.

"I-I'm not that great. My big sister taught me when we were really young. I just m-made it more of a habit than she did.." Iris smiles softly, twiddling her fingers.

"Oh ya, right! I forgot. Let's stop by ya place ta' grab our shakes. Fuckin' hope Luna is there!" Taylor said, full of excitement.

"Luna?" Eboni questions while the three make their way through the empty halls and out the front door, her skates hand.

"My older sister." Iris said, smiling kindly.

"Yeah man she's fuckin' awesome!" Taylor exclaims.

"Mhm..." Eboni hums, placing on her rollerblades and helmet. "Lead the way."

"Iris house not that far. She lives a few blocks down." Taylor explains, walking along the sidewalk with Iris right next to her.

Eboni stayed a few feet behind, glancing around her surroundings so she'll remember her way to Iris home. The teen envys Iris. She wished she had a sibling. Eboni was never told why her parents didn't have more. She faintly remembers her parents always calling her their 'miracle child'. Thinking back, her mother probably couldn't conceive any more babies. Eboni's parents only showed happiness, love, and joy around her, so she couldn't pinpoint when they've found this out.

The three arrived at Iris home, the gothic girl unlocking the door with her keys. "Luna, I'm home! A-And brought a new friend over!" She said happily, taking Eboni's hand, leading her to the kitchen.

When in the kitchen, Luna turns away from the stove - smiling kindly at the three of us. "Hi, you guys! I'm glad you made it back....."

A pause, then a sudden eerie chill in the air the moment Eboni and Luna locked eyes. Eboni could feel it, her eyes staring straight into her soul. So unnerving, so annoying. The teen clenches her jaw, never breaking eye contact.

Iris watches wearily. Taylor, however, looks excited, knowing excatly what's taking place. She pats Iris shoulder to help soothe her. It's been a while since she witnessed her big sister in a deep trance.

After the long stare off, Luna breaks out of her trance- smiling nervously at Eboni. "Would you like to spend the night?"

Taken aback yet still uneasied, she answers sharply through her mask, "What?"

Taylor laughs, walking towards Luna, and takes her into a bear hug. "Ya vision thingy kicked in, huh?"

"The fuck is going-"

"M-My sister... she's always been rather special. She's able to see into a person's soul. Luna can see where a soul stands with light or darkness, its past and warning events of the future to come." Iris explained, hoping it would calm Eboni's growing uneasiness and frustration.

Eboni froze, turning to stare at Luna in horror. Could this mean she saw....everything? Everything she's been trying to hide, trying to keep from her new friends? This woman found out about her obsessions? Her desires? That day with Jeff....just from looking into her eyes?

"No...fucking way." Eboni thought to herself, slowly trying to back out of the kitchen.

"Wait! I'm sorry. It's....something I can't really control. I won't speak nor tell anyone what I saw. I promise Eboni." Luna said, her tone calm.

"Y-Yeah...alright, whatever. Are you guys gonna get your skates or what?" Eboni grumbles, trying to rush them.

"Be back in a bit! Come on, Iris -" Taylor said, dragging her away up the stairs.

Eboni was left with Luna, who still wouldn't stop looking at her. "Fucking- what is it!?" She snapped.

"Eboni....Listen carefully. I know your nature in how you may respond, but please stay here for the night. If you leave now, your life will never be the same. It will become much worse than you believe. You're playing with fire, which will end with you getting burned to ashes, so pl-"

The teen begins to laugh, pulling down her mask- Luna seeming unbothered by her scars. "I don't know what you're on, but I'm not staying here. I can protect myself."

"No, Eboni, you aren't listen! You'll turn into one -"

Luna was interrupted by Taylor and Iris, returning with their skates and helmets. "Let's roll!" Taylor cheers once the two put everything on.

Eboni moves towards the door, turning around to glance at Luna. She snorts at the look of worry in her eyes. Pulling up her mask, she spoke, "Nice meeting you- witch."

Her friends didn't hear since they were already outside. Luna was left stunned at the fact that Eboni was able to figure it out. The signs were obvious to her. Luna's strange ability, the odd decor around the house, the smell of burning sage, and of course, that weird smell coming from the huge pot she was standing over. All signs point to witch. At this point, nothing really surprises Eboni in what's real and what's not.

The three didn't spend much time at the skating park because of the unwanted attention they were getting from local boys. After punching a few assholes in the nose, the three skates over to a local cafe. They chat among themselves, eating large slices of cake and juice.

After that, they went shopping at a few stores, Taylor doing most of the shopping since both Iris and Eboni prefer shopping alone - for personal reasons, neither voiced to the other. Once the sky become shades of pink and purple, the three go their separate ways- wanting to get home before dark.

Eboni unlocks her front door, locking it behind herself. She takes her rollerblades and helmet off, making her way up the stairs to her room. The teen tenses, confused as to why her bedroom door is open with her light on. Her door was locked from the outside before she left for school. Slowly walking down the hall, she reaches into her sweatpants pocket, grabbing her knife.

Luna was right. She should've stayed over. Eboni can indeed protect herself, but if tonight's events are supposed to drastically shift her life for the worse- then she understood the fear she saw in Luna's eyes before leaving. However, what Eboni saw caused more humiliation than fear.

There stood Jeff, his white hoodie coated in fresh blood, his black locks wild, and his ruby eyes wide and crazed as before. He turns his attention from the paper in his hands to Eboni.

Stretching his signature smile with a grin, he speaks, "Been awhile, huh princess?"