#but yeah also keep in mind i am in college and looking for an animation job so everything might be taking a lot longer

[raisans-art]

What happened with the hisuian word of the day and your comics? Taking a break or will we see them again soon?

Yeahhhh I know I know ahjdfhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ok so. Hisuian Word of the Day kinda got fumbled because I don't have the rest of the month planned yet, I didn't schedule any of them that I did have, and my days have been getting late recently. I'm thinking that's probably gonna be picked back up on friday.

As for my comics: I have really just had a lack of motivation to work on much of anything. Idk I think I'm just in a slump. I'm working on making a schedule for myself so I can properly allocate time to work on each comic and other projects but, again, I've just been real tired lately.

Human Illusion will take a bit to be posted again because Interlude 2 is gonna be a long one, it has a lot of hisuian that I have to make, and it's just a lot of dialogue that I have to figure out framing for. But I will try to get back to working on that.

Softwreck, I almost have the next part finished, but I've been having a hard time with dialogue. It's really all about dialogue recently geez. Uhhh Mind you, Softwreck series is a lot looser in my planning of it, so it's been taking a sec for me to figure out exactly how I wanna progress the story to the next major plot point.

In short: I have been really tired and I haven't been managing my time well. But, I've got a plan to get myself back on the rails.

Everything as a whole might be a bit slow because not only do I have hisuian, Softwreck, and The Human Illusion AU, but I do have my fic Safety in Numbers, another fic (IWLFS), a Wing AU animation, and The Living Altar that I'm also trying to work on. I honestly don't know how trying to portion out my time to these projects will pan out but I'll do my best to deliver.

[clockwayswrites]

Die Screaming, Live Laughing

Danny/Tim, Cyan, Wind through tree branches/Windchimes @wisteriavines @darkstarsapocalypse (I saw you before you changed that! Twins!)

cw:bar parent fentons, more temporary character death, bones

The faint, mechanical whir under his fingertips as he spins the camera lens comforts Tim. The fiddling is familiar from the years of following Bats and crime across the city. The rooftops of Gotham are an environment that he’s far more familiar with than here. Here is nothing but endless trees and leaves.

Well, somewhere here is also the campgrounds and Bernard, Ives, Steph, and Cass; but that’s far out of sight and almost out of mind. It’s easy, as he listens to the wind rustle through the trees, to feel like nothing exists but the trees and Tim and his camera.

He spins the lens again.

Ostensibly, the four of them are in these woods to find Mothman. Which would be cool! But even Tim, who proposed this whole thing, knows that it’s just an excuse for the four of them to do something away from Gotham. To do something to make actual use of their summer between high school and college.

If Tim went to college, that is.

He’d been accepted, sure, but he… he just didn’t know if he wanted to. It felt like there were more important things to be doing than college. College was sitting in a classroom and listening to someone drone on about a subject that Tim could crash course himself on with the right library access in a month. It also meant new people and new noises and maybe even a new home. None of that sounds great, really. Moving in with Bruce to Wayne Manor had been enough change, thank you very much.

Tim’s foot catches on something and he does a half step to keep his balance. He expects to see a tree root when he glances down. It’s bone instead. That’s not… unexpected. They had already seen deer in the woods, the creatures got stupidly close to the campsite. It would make sense that with the big rains the few weeks before, there could have been old remains uncovered. But there’s something…

The dirt brushes away easily from the surface of the bone and, with a little digging, Tim is able to pull it free of the earth.

This isn’t a deer bone.

Tim knows this shape.

This is human. A femur.

“You have to be careful where you’re walking out here.”

Tim stands and spins, the femur held like his staff would be.

The speaker is leaning against a tree several feet away. The golden, setting sun backlights them, making them look almost angelic with how they’re wreathed in light. They’re hard to look at.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Tim says, plastering on a nervous smile that was only half for show. How did they sneak up on him? That should have been impossible with the leaves and branches scattered across the forest floor. “Do you run into animal skeletons a lot out here?”

“Not really,” they say with a shrug before they start forward towards Tim. Their steps are silent. “I don’t really get around. And also, that’s not an animal skeleton.”

“No?” Tim’s grip on the femur tightens. “How do you know that?”

“How? Well, that’s because it’s mine!”

Tim swings.

The femur goes right through the stranger.

“Sorry! Little intense, I get it!” They back up a step and raise their arms. The dappled sunlight shines right through their hand. Shines right through them like the stranger is just made out of gossamer. “I get it, but be careful with that, please? It’s my arm! Or leg? No, leg.”

“Leg, it’s a femur,” Tim says, his mouth running without him as his brain works.

“Leg. Ancients, I miss having legs. And arms… and, well, anything solid really,” the stranger sighs. “I am sorry for scaring you. Just… it’s hard not to get a little intense when someone is holding one of my bones, you know?”

“Oh shit! That’s right, sorry,” Tim stammers as he hurries to put the femur back down on the disturbed earth. “Do you— I mean, should I rebury it? Did the rains washing away the earth, um, wake you up?”

“Kinda?” They tilt their head as they crouch down next to Tim.

It’s clear now, as they move a bit out of the light, how transparent they are. It’s like in the shadow they lose tangency. Their hair is still just as blinding, being bright white in a way that’s really beautiful. They reach out to touch the femur but stop short.

“I’m tied to my bones. It’s why they dumped them all the way out here. After they killed me, I mean, all the way killed me, I haunted the fuck out of them. And yeah, sure, they could hurt this form of me too, but I always found a way out and then it all started again. Burying my bones was the only way to get rid of me, and those fuckers didn’t even scratch me a headstone in the tree or anything. Some parents, huh?”

“Holy— yeah,” Tim says. Looking back down at the other partially exposed bones he has to swallow back a wave of sadness. “Is that a yes to covering them up?”

“Actually… I’d like you to dig them up. I’m not stupid enough to think I’ll get justice or whatever, but I’d… I’d like to be somewhere proper and under my name.”

“What is it? Your name?”

“Danny.”

“Okay, Danny,” Tim gives a little nod and starts digging. “My friends and I will get you somewhere you feel safe. I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

Danny doesn’t help dig. He can’t, he explains as Tim and him talk. While his bones are buried, he’s not able to interact with them or else he would have gotten them out of there a long time ago. They learn together that as soon as the bones are free and set gently aside that Danny can touch them.

Tim never thought he’d see someone so emotional over a tibia, but Tim can’t blame the guy. Tim figures he’d be emotional over his own bones too.

The big bones are the easiest. The ribs Tim is extra careful with. The fingers are weirdly like peanut shells in his hand. (He’s not going to eat pb&j for weeks now.) Danny chats the whole time, asking Tim about the world. Tim feels wholly inadequate to catch someone up like that, but when conversation turns to technology Tim settles into a rhythm.

It also lets them figure out that while Danny died just shy of nineteen, he’s apparently spent almost two decades in the ground. He still looks just shy of nineteen. He looks like he should be in the forest for the same reason that Tim is, celebrating the end of one era and the start of the next. Danny should be looking to the future, not mourning it.

It makes Tim pause when he finally unearths Danny’s skull. What would it have been like to see Danny smile? To hear him laugh without that faint echoing quality that he has as a ghost? To touch him?

“I’m sorry,” Tim says and holds out the skull. Danny’s skull.

“Thank you,” Danny whispers. His hands tremble as he reaches out towards the skull. He crumples forward before he can touch it, a sob tearing through him.

“I’ll make sure you’re somewhere nice.

“Thank you.” Danny lets out a breath he doesn’t have and sags forward the last inch. His forehead bumps against the skull.

Then he keeps going forward.

The world explodes into light.

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“Tim?!”

“Are you sure he’s still alive?”

“You can see him breathing, Bernard.”

“Pulse.”

“Tim!”

Tim gasps awake and blinks rapidly to clear his vision. His friends and sister stand clustered above him. It has gotten dark and their flashlights are blinding.

“You okay?” Cass asks.

“Ow.”

“Yeah, he’s okay,” Steph sighs. “Hey Tim, who the fuck is that?”

“Wha—” Fuck his head hurts. Who the fuck is who?

Oh, the person laying in his arms. The person who’s solid and warm and alive.

Tim starts laughing.

“Okay, maybe a little not okay,” Steph amends.

“Is he ever?” Tim hears Ives mutter.

“Guys,” Tim interrupts them discussing his status once he can breathe again. “This? This is Danny.”

“Being alive again hurts,” Danny mumbles against Tim’s neck and Tim can’t help it, he just starts laughing again.

Being alive does hurt, but fuck if that isn’t wonderful sometimes.

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AN: So this one got away from me a little but, uh... tada? I was planing to have it all explained more, but once Danny didn't purposefully do it, that didn't fit. Basically all if his frankly absurd powers and as a ghost got jump started by his skull and Tim's lifeforce and tada? 100% pulled some from Tim's Gotham Knights character where he's an awkward little bean who is so not neurotpyical. Him and Bernard taking a vacation to hunt Mothman is from that too.

Anyways, stay delightful, darlings!

[thecameronchronicles]

Heat of The Moment

TW: unhinged Rafe. Dominant sex. Dirty talk. Language. Oral sex. Hair pulling. Cum swallowing.

REQUESTED:

@gianadrichardson-blog

So the idea I have in my mind is that y/n and Rafe are dating and Rafe KNOWS that every guy wants y/n from tourons, college guys and even his best friends want her. So while y/n was out of town with her parents, Topper accidentally revealed that he had feelings for y/n and tried to date her while her and Rafe was in the talking stage. So Rafe calls y/n and sees where she at. When Rafe gets y/n location he shows up and let out his frustration he had and record them having sex with y/n then send to topper with the message “keep away from my girl”

Maybe y/n older brother have y/n phone and decided to play a prank on rafe acting like a guy had y/n phone

Heat of the Moment

"What the fuck, Top?!" Rafe accuses, holding Topper's phone high enough out of reach. But your pictures remain on the screen. More specifically, pictures the friend of your boyfriend shouldn't have.

"I- just stop it, man-"

"My girlfriend's tits are on your screen! What am I supposed to think?"

"She's in a bikini but it it doesn't matter okay? Just-just let me have it back." But Rafe smashes it before Topper can even brush his fingers against it. His finger is pointed in his former friend's face before he can right Rafe's actions that he believes wholeheartedly are justified.

"Rafe. When you and her were just talking, I...I thought I had a shot. I get that now, okay? I just, sometimes I wonder what if-"

"If I even see you looking at her after this, you won't be able to ever look again."

Rafe was already fuming. He was jealous and curious, both existing to a dangerous degree that meant his knuckles were bloodied more than healed and his voice hoarse from having defended you.

There wasn't a soul within a dramatic radius within the Outer Banks that didn't see your beauty. Whether it was the stunning way your eyes could focus and become instantly lustful with one look at your boyfriend or the way your voice warmed even the coldest of hearts, Rafe Cameron knew exactly what he had.

Perfection.

He just didn't expect to have to have to defend you to someone so close to him- someone who has apparently had feelings for you since before you were officially anything with Rafe. It makes his hands wrap tightly around the steering wheel and his foot practically punch a hole into the floor of his truck as he races across the Carolina road.

He never thought he left it to question. You were his. He was yours. It was as official as it could be without a ring or contract of marriage and yet he knew he needed to make it unquestionably true to the one person it mattered to.

So without a call or text in warning, he is pounding at your front door.

"Rafe? Are you okay baby, you-" He is over your threshold, face between your hands, your body pulled into his as he kisses you between words.

"You know I love you, yeah?" You nod with your hands coming up around his wrists. If you didn't trust him so gravely then you'd worry for the strength behind his hands as he brought you against him.

"You know I'd do anything for you?" He kisses with a grunt, more animal than the man you talked to earlier this morning.

"And that you say our word and it stops, no questions asked? That you know I put you first?" His forehead rests against yours as he waits for your agreement. It takes less than the time of a blink before he gets it.

"Good, remember that because I'm about to fuck you like I hate you." He lifts you around him and up your steps, suddenly too far away from your room.

You were the complete opposite of touch starved and yet you felt as if you had been drowning without his touch, the first moment of contact being an exhale for relief. Only in the juxtaposition that was being his girlfriend it also made you lightheaded.

"Rafe-" His hand comes up over your mouth as he only manages to get to the steps and turns you to cover them. Your knees dig into the uncomfortable wood and yet all you can focus on is the heat of the moment.

"Need to use that word, baby?"

You shake your head as he guides your hands around the open spaces between the bars making up your bannister.

"Then hold on." His belt sounds first and then the rough fabric of his pants being shoved.

"Jesus Christ, baby, I don't even need to spit on my cock, so I?" He leans over you, kicking your legs just wide enough to leave some comfort in the angle. "Always so wet for me isn't that right?"

"Always!" You moan into his hand as he grins against your shoulder before reaching into his pocket.

You hear the wrapper of the confom being torn and make the mistake to turn and see him do it with his teeth. Something about the savagery of it and the heat behind his eyes, still possessing your care above all else, and it sends you drenching the valley awaiting him.

"Safe and-" He moans, a deep honey tone, that makes your toes curl knowing you wrap around him snuggly enough to cause such a reaction.

"Tight, baby! Fuck!" He hits the stairs beside your cheek and yet it does nothing to limit anything. If anything, it spurs you both on as his other hand releases your mouth and you're able to kiss the skin of his fist as if to soften his rigidity.

"How are you so sweet AND sexy-hmm? Always know just what I need don't you baby?" Your body wills itself to endure all that is Rafe Cameron. Every tension soiling his happiness now pumping through every snap of his hips until all that remains is the frustration you know he veils from you. Still, you trust that every shove of him into you is only a method of showing you he cares.

However, it has never been quite this possessive before. Quite this needy. Quite this deep or hard.

And you fucking love it.

His hands can't move fast enough and yet they are graceful and not amateur. He rolls your nipples as he kisses your neck, thrusting without break, and whispering every dirty thought you have constructed in your time apart.

And then he becomes completely and utterly unhinged. Taking you in his lap, he pulls you facing away from him, still seated to the root. He bounces you, one hand around your neck, as the other rubs your clit. It can't be comfortable for him with the wood beneath you and still he is too driven by the cries you're making in the sound of his name to care about anything but this next thrust-or the dozens that follow.

"Nobody knows just how dirty you get for me, isn't that right baby? How deep you take my dick in this perfect little pussy? Yeah?" He slaps your clit with just enough pressure to make you jolt until he lifts his hips and makes you forget of the sting it leaves behind.

"How loud you get? It's a miracle nobody has called the cops yet. You sound like you're in pain, shit-" He turns you to him with the grip around your neck moving to your jaw and turning you to him.

"You good baby?"

"Harder-"

"That's my fucking girl?" You're lifted with a gasp following you as he takes you into your room. You are only allowed the reprieve of wood beneath your soles for a second before he's rutting you into the bed. Hand pushing your face into the sheets to somewhat muffle your screaming, all you hear is the repetitive "yeah"s in the mix of your name as he wallows in you.

"Do I have to worry about anyone else ever knowing about how good you feel?" You are torn away from your blissful daze at the question.

"What?" You turn and face him, seeing the phone pointed towards you. The heat from your skin accelerated until it is now the marrow in your bones and you can't cool it, not that you want to.

"Who fucks you deep enough to make you soak his cock like this?"

"Rafe!" You manage as he pulls your hair and makes your back arch for him.

"Who makes you dizzy and shit when he knows just where to hit?"

He pulls you to him, against his chest until you can look up at him.

"Who loves you enough to prove to everyone on this goddamn island you're his?! Huh?"

"RAFE! GOD! YOU, RAFE?" You sob, the pleasure almost painful as he grips your hip with one hand and keeps the phone recording in the other. The video is shaky and then disposed of as his cum begins to shoot from his heavy balls and up his shaft.

"On your knees, baby-" He takes the phone back, pointing it to your face. As always, he kisses you sweetly and runs a thumb over your lips, before you take him behind your smirk.

"Ohhh baby-" You accept him slowly before opening your throat to him. Eyes locked and cheeks prepped to be hollow, you wait as he cocks his head before powering through. He thrusts.

Twice.

Once.

And then becomes a blur.

Only grunts and 'fucks' leave between moans.

"Shit baby, you're gonna make me come- you want it?" He asks, managing to open his eyes long enough to see you nod. Digging your nails into his thighs, you drive him to pulse into your throat, over your tongue, and along with your swallow.

"Open-" he points the camera to show just the good girl you are.

"I fucking love you, baby, and now nobody will question who you belong to again."

"I don't think they do, Rafe..." You laugh it off as he helps you to your feet and into his arms within your bed.

As you fall asleep, you hear him tapping away on his phone before finally focusing completely on you. You rest well within his arms, satisfied in the countless orgasms you had as he reached his own, sweet dreams awaiting you that pale in comparison to what it means to be loved by Rafe.

Across town, Topper's phone buzzes. A video file from Rafe. The new phone, bought not even ten minutes after his last one was smashed sits in wait for the message.

MP4 file.

It is opened. The sound of slurping around the impressive shaft, angry and near completion is spliced with the sight of you spread for him on the stairs as well as the hip of the bed. Your cries are only of pleasure and they echo as the video plays.

"Stay away from my girl." Comes a warning meant for Topper.

Only it isn't Topper's eyes that come to the scene.

And it isn't Topper's life that gets the threat.

It is your brother's and he has just been waiting for an excuse to let out his own rage out against Rafe.

MASTERLIST

[mywritersmind]

MEET ME IN THE LIBRARY - LN4

summary : He’s a certified book theif, she’s a perfect distraction. Some sweet interactions between y/n x lando in their college life.

listen up : LANDO NORRIS JOCK FRAT BOY AU🗣️🗣️ guys this was so cutie i love !! i need more romance books also lol. some dirty jokes but that’s about it! the FIA is lando’s frat lol

word count : 4480

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I regret wearing a skirt as I step into the library, the cold temperatures not changing at all. But I'm trying to get in and out quickly. Which is hard while surrounded by books.

I smile at Ms. Finigan, hurrying up the stairs and past favorite section, romance. I sadly walk past, seeing all of my favorite titles call to me.

I find the Shakespeare section and realize that I need to get out of my comfort zone sometimes. I’m scanning the books before I find my next victim. Romeo and Juliet. The overly romanticized book about two idiot pre teens.

I finally think something is going right for me today, until I go to reach for it. Someone next to me reaches over my head and snatches it right out of my reach.

I turn to yell at the man who’s taken my book, but then I realize who it is.

Lando Norris.

Of course, today of all days, he has to be in my way.

He’s devastatingly gorgeous, an insane athlete, and utterly annoying. “You’re Y/n… Right?” I push the fact that I've never introduced myself out of my mind and reach for the book.

He pulls it back, I'm still bookless. And he, with his backwards hat and FIA hoodie, is just peering at me like I'm some zoo animal.

He raises a brow at me as I frown, “Yes. Could I have my book?”

“Your book?”

He’s cocky and arrogant and I’m getting distracted by his eyes. “Yes, My soon to be book if you’d let me have it! Please, Norris. I’m late.”

“Norris?” He eyes me, “Didn’t know you knew who I was.”

“Glad you learned something today!” I reach for the book but he holds it over his head, “I need it!”

“Why do you need it?”

I cross my arms, “Why do you need to know?” Sadly, this doesn’t put him off. A smirk grows on his handsome face.

“Sassy.” He brings the book behind his back but when I reach for it, he just steps closer. I narrow my eyes because what game is he playing? “You’re cute when you’re angry.” Yeah… what the fuck.

I step back, “I'm going to be late, Lando.” He smiles when I say his name, “Why do you need it?”

“Just some light reading.” I frown, trying to think of any way I can get it from him, “I’ll give it to you if you beg for it.”

“Awh.” I fake pout before rolling my eyes and walking away, “I’d rather choke.”

“I know something you can c-” I snap my head around and he honestly looks scared. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? I swear to fucking god Norris, if you’re just screwing me over for fun-” I let out an angry groan and take a deep breath in, reminding myself how bad I need it, “I need it. My professor needs me to have the hardcopy, and I need him to like me because normally all my professors like me and I’ve never failed and he’s the type to fail me because of something like this.” I don’t mean to dump all my thoughts onto him but he doesn’t look fazed.

“Alright, Ace. Should have thought a bit ahead then, huh?” He gives me an annoying look and I suddenly get the urge to slap him.

“You don’t seem like the type to be into Shakespeare.” He almost looks surprised that i’m not falling at his feet.

“I’m not.” He shrugs in the way all frat guys do, and I know he won’t say any more.

I need to cut my losses, “Whatever, I am so late.” I start walking away but he follows.

“Need a ride?”

I eye him, standing in the front steps, “You’ll give me a ride but not that book?” He starts talking again but I just shake my head, not being able to deal with this anymore.

“Come on, wait!”

I keep walking.

“You made me feel bad, Ace!”

So he does have a heart.

“Your loss!”

When I turn back one last time, my middle finger in the air, I see him getting into his immensely expensive Mclaren, and winking at me.

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I make it to my class late, after my professor embarrasses me in front of the whole class because I don’t have my book, I finally finish and make my way back to my apartment. I hear a loud sigh as I walk in. My roommate, Lily Muni He is spread out on the couch and frowning at her laptop, “I'm dropping out.”

“After the day i've had, me too” I go straight to the fridge.

“What happened?”

”Oh you mean spilling my coffee all over my favorite sweater, Lando Norris asking me to beg for it, Or my professor yelling at me in front of my whole creative writing class?” I open my tug of ice cream.

Her jaw drops, “What!?”

“Yeah my new sweater that I spent months saving for-” I dive my spoon into the chocolate and peanut butter mixture before she screams and cuts me off.

“NO! Go back! What do you mean Lando Norris!? Lando Norris asked you to beg for WHAT!?” I plop down on the couch with her.

“Oh. That.” I roll my eyes, thinking back to his dickish moves today. I’ve met him but not in a formal sense, when he was trying to get into the most exclusive frat on campus (FIA) the guys would volunteer at the library I work at to read to kids. Lily claps her hands in front of my face and I snap back to reality.

I tell her the story and while I'm hung up on my poor book, probably in his nasty room, she’s hung up on the fact that Lando offered me a ride in his Mclaren.

“You know, he’s not as bad as everyone makes him out to be.” I don’t believe her, “Seriously! He shared a room with Alex last year and was actually really nice to me. Definitely player vibes but at least he’s a nice one.”

I frown, “Well that’s great for you! But he’s holding my book hostage.”

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“One iced coffee with oat milk please!” I smile and reach into my bag, digging around for my wallet. Okay! no need to panic, I have no wallet but I have apple pay.

Except when I tap my phone, the lady taking my order shakes her head at me, “Declined… Any other way you could pay?”

I sigh, honestly about to walk right out with all of my shame left over. But a familiar arm reaches over me for the second time, handing over a credit card.

“I’ve got it.” Lando fucking Norris. “Good to see you again, Ace.” He shoots me that heartthrob smile before the woman swipes his card and within two minutes, we’re holding drinks.

“You really didn’t have to…” I take my coffee from him as we move out of the way. He sips his matcha latte and smiles.

“It’s no problem. I felt sort of bad that I took your book anyways.” I frown at his words, still angry, “But if you want to repay me back, you can sit with me.”

I don’t know why he wants to. But he bought my eight dollar coffee so who am I to say no?

We sit at the seats facing the window, looking out onto the street that’s covered in orange and brown leaves.

Lando doesn’t talk first, just sips his drink and watches the two dogs at separate tables outside play together.

I don’t know why I say it, but I can’t help myself, “Do you have pets?”

His head turns to me and I realize how curly his mullet really is. No hat or weird gel just makes him more attractive and I fear I'm not mad at it.

“Nah, the house doesn’t allow it. Besides Franco’s weird lizard…” He looks disgusted for a second before looking at me again, “Do you?”

I nod, “A cat.”

“What’s its name?” It’s a bit weird that he’s interested, but I’ll take any chance I get to talk about my child.

“Jo! Like Jo March.” He looks confused, “Little women?” He still looks confused, “Louisa May Alcott…?” When I realize he’s not getting it I nod, “It’s a book.”

“Ah… I don’t know much about those.”

I can’t help but say, “But you know about Romeo and Juliet, right?” He better because I did not get called out just for him to not read it.

“It was for my friend…” He cringes as I scoff, “I’m sorry! He needed it! Uh- Carlos? He’s in your class too I think…”

I swat his arm, “You gave it to someone in my class!? That’s even worse!”

He laughs, “Sorry, not sorry! He asked nicely.”

I eye him, “Oh, and I didn’t?” He shakes his head, his hand going to his hair as his elbow rests against the table. He hides his face in his arms but I can still see his smile.

I roll my eyes, “Well, thanks to you I got humiliated in class!”

“Hey, I bought you coffee, you can’t be mad!” I huff and look back outside, he stays looking at my side profile for a second then joins me in silence.

Silence that is quickly broken by a girls shrill voice, “Lando!” Kill me now. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I don’t want to be apart of it.

Sadly, I'm not struck down by lightning and have to watch the blonde wrap her arms around Lando. His eyes go wide but when she pulls away, he gives a cool nod.

“Katy.”

“Where’ve you been?” She giggles, not paying any attention to me and resting a hand on his arm, “I’ve missed you.”

Lando glances at me, “Um… around?” She giggles at this again.

“I’ll be at the party on sunday! Me and Rennee!” Lando seems to be overtaken by a coughing fit and I promptly stand, grabbing my bag and coffee.

“Thanks for the coffee, Norris. I gotta go!” He watches me leave, looking like he’s going to say something. But he doesn’t.

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It’s not everyday that a frat car wash happens. But when it does, I know it’s going to be a good one. My friends make me drive, Lily’s next to me and she said she had to support her boyfriend.

Watching twenty shirtless guys grind shirtless on my car is definitely an interesting support system. But hey, i’m not complaining.

I’m crying laughing by the time my car is getting soaped up, Lily is screaming and Alexandra and Francesca are videoing in the back.

Lily bangs on the window, Alex pops up, smiling at her, “Get Lando!” I lunge for her as soon as she says it, “Ah!” She screams as I turn her to me.

“Lily!” The girls in the back are crying now, “Lily no!”

She just giggles, “Too late!” I look to my left to see Oscar (a guy from my chem class) and Lando walking towards the car.

Francesca and Alexandra are watching the man on top of the car but i’m totally and completely zoned in on Lando’s soapy wet abs.

“I hate you.” I say to Lily but she just giggles.

“No you don’t!” Him, Oscar and Alex start basically dry humping my car. I cover my face but Lando slams his hand on the window.

He looks personally offended, a fat grin back on his face. He points to my eyes, then his. I roll my eyes and he sticks his tongue out.

They continue to assault my car and just as I’m wondering why all of them are ripped. Lando gets thrown onto my windshield, being moved around like a rag by Alex and Oscar who are laughing hysterically.

I clap my hands together, honestly admiring his effort, I'm laughing still. I bring my fingers to my lips and whistle as Lando grabs the hose, pouring it on himself.

“Shit!” Lily hits my arm repeatedly as he sprays us.

“You’re ridiculous!” I yell and he laughs at my words.

He just spreads his arms and shrugs, “Only for you, Ace!” His muscles are distracting me. They're even making me gloss over that this is the third time he’s called me ‘Ace’.

He blows me a kiss before running his hand down his body, sticking his tongue out as I shake my head.

“Excuse me!” Francesca yells from behind us, “Are you and Lando Norris, fucking!?”

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LANDOS POV

I’m officially embarrassing myself. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Y/n whisper yells at me as I slide into the seat next to her.

“I had to wait for Carlos anyways so I thought, Hmm I know someone in this class!” The professor starts speaking as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“You can’t just be here! Why don’t you go sit with Carlos?”

“Well that’s easy, Ace. You’re much prettier than he is.” I don’t miss the blush that finds her cheeks, smiling to myself because I did that. “Saw you at our car wash last week.”

“Have you ever considered a career in the magic mike industry?” She whispers as she moves her pencil across the paper.

I laugh a bit too loud and when the professor calls me on it, I stand and wave, “Sorry, Prof! Won’t. happen again!”

When I sit back down, she gives me a death stare, “Why is it that in the three years I've been at this school, I've had the pleasure of never running into you, but in the past three weeks, I've seen you everywhere?”

“Maybe I just want you to see me now.” I knew her name, she was too pretty to forget but never hung around our group and I was otherwise occupied.

But now that I've actually talked to her, I realize that maybe I like her for more than her killer face.

She doesn’t look up yet, “Did you run out of girls on the campus and I'm the last victim?” I know she thinks I'm a sort of… slut? Town bike? Classic Frat boy?

But honestly is it a crime to enjoy myself?

I know I really enjoy myself with her.

“I’ll let you be anything to me, Ace. Anything except victim, seems like something I’d get kicked out for.” He laughs under her breath, I love when I make her laugh.

“The only thing I am to you, is a way to be distracting.” I grin because she’s exactly right.

“True.” I lean in closer, resting my arm on her chair, “I can think of a lot of ways we can be distracting to this class.”

She elbows my side and when I groan, she eyes me, “Ow!”

She shakes her head and continues listening. I let her for a while, looking at her shoes and avoiding looking at her legs. I fail at the second one and she snaps her fingers in front of my face.

“I won’t let you sit here if you’re gonna be checking me out the whole time.”

I listen to her, scrolling on my phone and making little remarks at what she’s writing, “So you wanna be an author?” she hums in response, “You like to read?” She nods again, “I bet you read smut.”

She hits me again, “Lando!”

“What!? With that reaction, I know I'm right.” she’s blushing again and suddenly all I want is to look at her bookshelf, “No need to be embarrassed we all have our vices.” She covers her face from me and I smile.

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I down two shots before going to Lando’s frat party. My friends are obsessing over the fact that we were invited but i’m more nervous than I have been in a while.

Francesca is a lion, Lily is princess peach (a couples costume with Alex), Alexandra is a fairy, and the only things I could find were a white dress and wings so i’ve labeled myself as Juliet in the weird ‘modern’ adaptation.

As we walk up, I realize there’s people waiting to get in but Alex waves us to the front. It’s almost immediate when I spot Lando.

I thought I would at least have time for more drinks before I even got close to him. I don’t know why I'm anxious, maybe it’s because Lando is a sort of fun way to take my mind off things.

I don’t think anything of his costume, he just looks like he’s in gray. But as we get closer, I can see the shift in Lando’s face and when he turns to talk to Alex, I see the armor on his arms.

He’s fucking Romeo.

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I’m avoiding him. Simple as that! He tried to say something to me when I arrived but I swerved him and ran after Alexandra.

Someone’s talking to me, I think his name is Liam or something? He’s blonde and dressed like a mouse.

But he’s cute and definitely interested in me.

“Hey!” Lando’s hand goes to Liam’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly, “Pledge! I see you’ve met Y/n.”

Liam’s eyes widen and he scurries away like… well… a mouse. I cross my arms, watching Lando smile as he leaves.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Ace.”

I sip my drink, looking anywhere but him, “No….”

He steps in front of me, way too close, “I like your costume.” His eyes move down my body and I might as well be naked by the way he’s staring at me.

“Yours could use a bit of work, not very accurate.” I lie.

“What, you wanted me to straighten my hair?” I cringe at the idea, “I don’t do well with books, the movie was good.”

I laugh a bit, “You’re a walking stereotype.”

“Oh and you aren’t?” He eyes me, “Nerdy with a big mouth who can’t stop blushing.”

I think about it for a moment and realize he’s right. Lizzie Bennett, Amy Santiago, Hermione granger. Shit why does he know me?

“You’re doing it again.” He pokes my cheek and I know they’re pink, “It’s cute.”

“You’re such a flirt.” He smirks at this, “It’s the jock thing! Is it in your water or something?”

He laughs, taking my hand, “Come dance?” I nod without thinking. He’s still sipping his drink as his hand moves from my hand to my waist.

His touch is soft and he smiles at me under the neon lights. It’s weird that four weeks ago I had all sorts of ideas about him in my head. Now I know him and I sort of love it.

We dance for a while, i’m in a haze of smoke and alcohol when I realize Lando is zoning out.

I touch his arm, leaning closer, “Wanna get some air?” He nods and looks around.

“Come on.” He takes my hand. Lando fucking Norris, grabs my hand and gently guides me through the crowd.

It’s different this time, I don’t know why. But his hand on mine feels more intimate.

He starts walking upstairs and when I pause he looks back, “I have a balcony. Fresh air only, I promise.” I nod and follow, trusting him.

His room is clean, with posters up and multiple photographs hung on the walls. He slides the door open, letting me go first.

I take a deep breath, the cool air washing over me as I lean against the railing, leaning my head back and rebelling in the muffled noise.

I look back up to him, but he’s just staring at me, “You’re beautiful.” It takes me by surprise, like genuine shock runs through me. His eyes widen, almost like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” He looks relieved at my words, “Thank you.”

He breathes out, standing next to me, “Thanks for coming. My friend really likes yours- Alexandra, right?”

“Oh!” So that’s why he invited me. “Right, I heard they were hooking up…” He’s acting nervous and fidgety, “Are you okay?”

He nods, “Sorry. I’m kinda drunk and anxious and you’re great but I don’t feel great.” I frown, nodding to walk back inside.

I sit on his bed, pulling off my shoes and crossing my legs. He doesn’t look at me weird, just lays next to me, sighing.

For some reason, he looks so different than the Lando who teased me in a class he snuck into.

Are you really okay, you don’t seem like you’re in the party mood...”

He hums, “I’d rather be up here with you anyways.”

I sigh, “Stop fucking with me.”

He frowns, sitting up a bit, “What?”

“I know we laugh about you being flirty and shit but you’re gonna make me think you like me.” I brush my hair out of my face but I can feel him looking at me.

“Why would I joke about that? I do like you.” Oh.

Oh okay.

So he just drops that fucking bomb then goes into another room to “grab something” ??

I want to slap myself. What the hell is happening.

He walks back in with two waters and a bucket of halloween candy. “You can go back down, by the way.”

“Trying to get rid of me, Norris?” I reach over and grab a twix as he smiles. It makes me feel good that he’s feeling well enough to smile.

“Never, Ace.”

We sit in silence for a bit, eating candy and drinking water like the complete nerds we are. I glance over at him, making sure he’s still awake, “How many girls have you had in this bed?”

He frowns, “You want the real answer?”

“No.” He laughs as I turn to him, crossing my ankles and leaning against the wall, “Why do you call me ace?”

“Why do you think?” When I don’t say anything, he answers hesitatingly, “You went off about your grades and professors liking you. Like you ace everything. And even before that I knew you were smart. But now it’s more because I think you’re pretty close to perfect.”

I think my heart stops. Just then, the look he gives me… like he’s embarrassed or something, “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“Then don’t say anything.” He lays back down, “What’s your favorite color?” I smile softly as Lando plays with my shoelace.

We sit like this for a while, the party is still in full effect when we get quiet again. I’ve learned about his family, his dreams and school life. I told him about my aspirations, what I've always loved, and what I truly read.

He gets a kick out of the last bit.

He’s feeling better now, I know because his eyes aren’t avoiding me. He’s just looking into my eyes, his are so green and I think I could write an essay about them.

His head knocks against the wall, he’s next to me now, our arms touching as he tilts his head to look at me, “Ace?” He whispers even though it’s just us.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want you to think i’m a slut.”

I smile softly, “I don’t.”

“I want you to like me.”

My heart rate rises, “I do.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Norris. You’re too nosy to believe me anyway.” He laughs at this. Then he gets really quiet.

My eyes flicker to his lips, he does the same. I lean in, so does he. I’m about to close my eyes. He backs away, clearing his throat.

I pull my lips into a thin line, looking away.

And again I think,

What. The. Fuck.

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I’m embarrassed to say that my lack of a kiss with Lando last night, was truly humbling. He’s so confusing.

I mean, he said he liked me! And I go to kiss him and then he just doesn’t? After that awkward moment he mumbled something about joining the group and we went back downstairs.

Lando looked incredibly uncomfortable the rest of the night and I found my way to the tequila way too fast.

I march my way up the library stairs, my headache subsiding after the meditation and water. I don’t really remember anything after Lando and I went downstairs.

I’ve been unable to stop thinking about what happened with us, so i’ve come to my happy place.

I breathe in the smell of the books, drifting my hand against the spines of historical fiction. I make my way to shakespeare.

It’s probably not the best right now because all I can think of is how Lando smelled when he took that book from me. I look up, and see Romeo and Juliet staring back at me.

I reach up and take it from its place, opening it and flipping through the pages. I smile at the words that I've come to like after my class.

I’ve never felt such an all consuming love like Juliet, but I think I understand her just a bit more now.

Someone clears their throat and when I look up, i’m not as shocked as I was all those weeks ago.

Lando Norris.

He's in jeans and a plain white tee. Why does he look so good then?

He slips his hands in his pockets, walking towards me, “I’m sorry.”

I raise a brow because I certainly wasn’t expecting that, “For?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I like you.” he blushes and I want to tease him but he keeps talking, “But I really didn’t feel like myself last night. And I wanted our first kiss to be the sort of thing you could write in detail.”

A small smile meets my lips as he stands in front of me, my back to the shelves, “You’ve thought about kissing me.”

He rolls his eyes but a smile is on his face, he steps closer and his hand goes to my waist, “You are a distraction.” I laugh a bit, looking up at him innocently.

“Whatever do you mean?” He shakes his head and dips it down to be at my level.

“For real this time… Can I kiss you?” I can’t help but smile.

“Only if you compare me to a summer's day and would be willing to die for m-” He cuts me off with his lips.

My arms wrap around his neck, as I kiss him back. I can feel him smile against my lips. My hand goes to his hair, the other gripping the book.

That damn book that started this all.

He bites my lip a bit before moving back, his breath still on me. “I don’t think I've seen true beauty until I saw you in this library.”

[shayandwildlifepack]

New intro post, you can see our old intro posts by looking for "intro post" as a tag on our blog.

Hello, this is our blog for alterhuman/nonhuman and plural things mainly. This was originally made for my fictionkin/ockin; Zuki Shay Hara-Lupo. Who is a noncanon MHA/BNHA being/creature.

Here's a bit more info on my canon for Zuki Shay Hara-Lupo. It was divergent from the manga and anime. If you want to know more about my canon, send in an ask, or you can see some things on my original intro posts. The only thing I will mention here is that UA was a college instead of a high school, so my class and I were all 18 at the start of the first year at UA.

In this life, the body is currently 19, so keep that in mind. We don't mind minors interacting. Just know I (the host) am more hesitant to interact with minors myself.

We try and make sure our posts are all tagged well, especially for tw or cw, if you see a post of ours that doesn't have a tw or cw that needs to be tagged tagged, then let us know and we'll fix it.

We will not answer/post any donation asks if you want to know why you should be able to find the posts we made about it by using the tag "no donation asks."

We will block for any reason. Especially when it comes to hate.

This is an endo safe space. We will not judge systems/plural beings for their origins. If you don't like this, leave.

We are also disabled, both in this life and in my (the host) life as Zuki, so that will also be on our blog. [In this life for all the ones after this]. We are autistic and ADHD for sure. We have a learning disability and depression as well diagnosed. We believe we might have OCD and PTSD but are not sure yet. I know we have some form of anxiety, but it's not diagnosed. We all (alters) experience these disabilities so yeah.

Because of our disabilities, we need a service dog in this life. [I also had one as Zuki]. We will likely post more about the service dog when we finally get our stuff together and do more about it.

- Shay (They/it/xe/ze/hx/he) | Host of Enby Creature Plurals (placeholder name for our plurality for now)

Some userboxes. 3 were made by me, and 4 were made by

Edit Dec 1st 2024: Added some new tag things and moved some around.

Edit Dec 3 2024: Changed some tag things around.

Edit Dec 22 2024: Changed alter to packmate.

Edit Jan 25 2025: Added new kin

Tags that are for specific things;

# howling barking and meowing - talking about stuff tag

# disabled pup - disability things

# multi noises - system/plural things

# tri beta noises sfw - sfw misceverse stuff

# tri beta noises nsfw - nsfw misceverse stuff

# howling and barking at the moon - poems/poetry

# howling into the past - past life/kin memories good

# barking into the past - past life/kin memories bad

# meowing in confusion - this is just for when we are confused about something

# confused howling - questioning system/plural stuff, including origin and alters

# little pup - sfw age regression things when pup is used to refer to me/us

# little kitten - sfw age regression things when kitten/kit is used to refer to me/us

# woof woof reblog - rebloging alterhuman/nonhuman stuff or adding alterhuman/nonhuman stuff in our reblog

# multi reblog - system/plural reblogs

# other reblog - rebloging without alterhuman/nonhuman stuff or plural stuff

# bark bark ask - answering asks to do with alterhuman/nonhuman stuff

# tri beta ask sfw - answering asks to do with sfw misceverse

# tri beta ask nsfw - answering asks to do with nsfw misceverse

# meow ask - answering asks without alterhuman/nonhuman stuff or plural stuff

# 💚🩵🐾🪶 - Shay | host

# 🐾🪶🦴🪽 - Zuki Shay Lupo | MHA/BNHA kin

# 🩵🦴🐾🪽 - Cyan Lupo | RWBY kin

#🖌💌🪶🖊 - Akay Lupo | DDLC kin

# 🌊🔷️🌟🎨 - Lakey | packmate

# 😺🤎🍓🥓 - Declan (The cat face changes based on mood of post) | packmate

# 🐈🐈‍⬛🍗🥛 - Lynix | packmate

# 🗣💚🦮🥦 - Shirley | packmate

# 🐲🐉🔥💛 - Den | packmate | was originally known as Dragon

# ❓️⁉️❔️🤔 - Mystery | packmate

# 🐺🦾🦿🤖 - Oynx Afton (the middle two are supposed to just represent animatronic shit) | packmate

# 🟤🐺🐾🌕 - Phalen Lupe (supposed to represent werecanine/werewolf) | packmate

# 🐺🌠😇😈 - Vesper Lucian (supposed to represent fallen angel) | packmate

# 🌙🔥🐲📛 - Moonfire | packmate

[giggly-squiggily]

haiii!! little life update then some suna headcanons cuz i feel like it ^^ i had my first sleepover last night and it was so so fun, with my best friend and her 2 best friends ive talked to but had never met before. they were so welcoming n nice, they're the best <3

i've recently been gaining a small audience on tiktok for my art! feels super good to be appreciated by the art community :)

i'm also finding my style more! trying to accept that it's ok to not only have one style, and, as a nonbinary/trans masculine, that long hair too can be masculine. (desperately want to grow my hair out but so scared to be seen as more girly😣)

nowwww for suna!! i feel like he'd have like a little cousin or smth that's really quiet and he'd be super close w them. they have the type of relationship where it takes 30 mins to warm up at family gatherings n stuff but he loves them so dearly (this may be possibly reflecting off of myself and my wishes for an older role model to be friends w but never had ((i'm the oldest cousin)) so don't mind me🙈) and i feel like they'd do art and stuff together or go skating. he'd be the type to welcome them into his home if they're going through sum at their home. 😋

that's all!! i hope all is going well for you! don't know about you but i'm kinda excited for the colder weather to start, i love baggy clothes so it's pretty nice to curl up in a big ass t shirt and blanket n watch anime or play video games for a while.

Friend!!! :D I'm beyond happy to hear from you! :D That's freaking awesome you had your first sleepover! I'm glad you had a great time, and you met some really lovely people too!

Ahhh yeah!!! Look at you go on Tiktok! :D I'm glad you're getting appreciated by the community, and I'm thrilled to bits your art is being recognized! Keep on drawing and having fun!

That's really cool you're finding your style too! Having more than one style is totally valid, as is having long hair while identifying as non-binary/trans masc. Your choice on how to wear your hair or present yourself doesn't invalidate your identity. You are you, and you're amazing, worthy and enough. Anyone who says otherwise can go sit in syrup! Let the bees get them :3

OOOH THOSE SUNA HEADCANONS! That's so sweet- him being the family member his more reserved family member is close to! He's so chill and comforting; not necessarily doting on them but the one who sends funny videos to them at the most wild of hours. Like you said, he'd take them out for skating or mall trips- offer them a place to stay if things get messy. I like to think when he goes to college they still stay in touch; face timing every week and making plans to meet during breaks. He's just such a good guy!

Oh friend I am THRIVING in this chill! Sure, my fingers are frozen, and it's terrible to wash my hair in this weather (My hot water broke ToT As is life) but I love baggy hoodies and socks- hot drinks and my pets all cuddled up in bed with me (even if they take up the entire bed). The chilled out vibes of just curling up with our favorite game or show is just perfection! I hope you're doing alright friend!

Thanks for sharing friend! This made me smile like crazy reading it! I hope you have an amazing day!

[madrabit]

for the fic ask game: 🍈🥝🍍

Heho 💖 thank you for the ask! ☺️

For everyone else feel free to also send me some fruits 🍏🍒🍑🥭 ✨️

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions. 

To preface this, I love all the boys. They're all very cute/adorable/hot/attractive (take your pick), and they all are amazing musicians and very, very talented! But I think I do let my bias show a lot, so it would come to no surprise when I say my fav is Bojan. (I’m basic ik, but have you looked at his big ass puppy eyes?) 

If you read my fics, you might already guess what this is going to entail. I generally love that he's absolutely tiny next to the others (I’m sure he hates that fact, but it’s cute and him being pocket sized makes it so much funnier, sorry, puppy boi, you're three blueberries stacked on top of each other, I don't make the rules and neither do you). But that’s not a headcanon right?

So yeah, some headcanons I love are writing about him whining and whimpering and begging. He's a vocal boi, so it just makes sense to me.

We also all know about his little naps, and one of my headcanons is him just dropping immediately once he goes tired, idk, it's just very cute, I think. 

One of my absolute fav headcanons is him loving to get manhandled, but once again, we've seen him enjoy being pushed around, so is that really a headcanon or is it just… him?

There are probably a lot more and I think I unintentionally keep bringing up the same things in my fics, if you have any questions about that, feels free to ask some more 😊☺️

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Ohhhh, that's interesting, ngl. I like writing a lot of different things and I like reading a thousand things more… but I think my favorite trope to write atm might be friends to lovers, sharing one bed, tour bus is also quiet nice (and very JO focused 😂).

I also tend to like a lot of smutty tropes, like biting and hair pulling, but idk if we then go over into the kink side of the tags and less trope-y 😅

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with? 

Usually I really like most AUs! It all depends on how it's portrayed and if I like the author or not. But generally I really enjoy supernatural AUs, like Vampires, witches and demons and stuff, but I also am really font of a good dæmon fic (I love the concept of having a little animal companion that is literally your soul, reminds me of familiars of witches and I love that). 

I do also enjoy a nice sports AU if it's not too focused on the sport and makes me read about matches and rules and an accurate paragraph long description of technical gameplay, if I want to read a rulebook I can watch a yt tutorial or google. I also like a good f1 AU.

The classical ones like College AU and Coffee shop, tattoo parlor/flower shop are also so nice to read and always make me happy! 

So there is generally no AU I could say I have beef with from the top of my mind… ohhhhh, okay, no, there is one! 

I don't really enjoy Space AUs… like… the funky Guardians of the Galaxy types or Star Wars or Star Trek are nice and fine. It's space horror that freaks me out, when ppl get lost in space and have to either survive or die alone in the middle of nothing. That might also have to be connected to my dislike of cosmic horror that happens in space (like the Alien movies, which I don't dislike, but just can't appreciate the way other ppl can). If it's like… Alien invasion and it happens on earth its different tho, then it's funky and fun again.

Space is incredibly beautiful and I'm so fascinated by planets, the milky way and solar systems and all the Star signs and constellations, but at the same time I just think I don't like the vastness of it as well as the sheer nothingness and the ominous nature of it all. Maybe it's also just existential dread I feel when I think of it, but I just am not having a good time when I'm being anxious, so yeah 😅

[stay-midnight]

hello hi hiii ! 💕

. . . 🎙

well-reply whenever to ask the askss, i really don't mind hehe (admittedly its a hot second to type it out but mostly cause its thoughts trying to be coherent in a way hehe-) 💕

anyways yeah- seungmin being in tamer settings but because of his sir/master vibes it turns into like, not tame? HAHA-and god that would be hot 😭 afterwards its him making you suck his cock under the cold water (the water would make it harder to breathe while gagging on his cock and seungmin would grin at that-😶)

and as said....thoughts on perv, college au Jisung as bestfriend and roommate ahhhh 😳🤧 YES- he'd enjoy you shying away from his advances, (the power he'd feel from that-) so much, one of his specialties could also be corruption- he enjoys the feeling of reader turning into his slut-ahem i mean being so submissive for him-and making you be just as perverted as he is 😈😭 (ALSO YEAH-Perv Jisung is the Best Jisung trope, he just fits it so much that its unreal 😩💓)

he'd be so touchy-hands on your butt, your pecs, your thighs and your bulge- would be shameless enough to dry hump/grind his crotch on you, and he'd crave the embarrassed look on your face as you try your best not to react (which is useless cause again, he knows-) constant flirting as well, calling you baby or jagi all the time, likes you romantically as well ofc, he just can't help be a perv 🤐 and hey, he wanted to let you know how feels somehow-ahem- (constant outta pocket sentences too, "i'd fuck you over this desk" jisung would say the second you two sit down at a library-)

would also pretend he's thrusting up into you if you're sitting on his lap and the room is empty 😭 you'd think he'd do a fake exaggerated moan but his low groans and whispers of you being so good for him is making your head go 😵

And when perv jisung eventually turns into perv boyfriend? If he was horny for you before, just jerking off or being a perv, congratulations, you're also getting fucked every day no questions asked 😭😩 (i imagine him becoming your boyfriend started out as him inviting you to his room and then him immediately making you get on your knees, making you confess all of your own perverted thoughts and the more heartwarming feelings cause he was fed up with the oblivious act, before proceeding to fuck you for hours until both of you pass out-needy perv ji.)

he'd be making all of his fantasies come through too-the exhibitionist that he is-sex at the library, a public bathroom stall, at the gym locker room, sitting on his face-my god. (and uh, just to put it out there, jisung watches anime, so i fully believe that jisung making you wear a maid dress and doing a whole master and servant act is....happening-i mean, not impossible-)

and since you said he'd be into threesomes, whelp-one night he invites minho to your dorm room, its all been talked out and both have your consent so there's no hesitation when jisung gets you on your knees with his hand gripping your hair tight, making you open your mouth wide as minho has his way with you 😭 (sungie would def like the thought of his friends playing with you-) also exhibitionist jisung 🤝 voyeur minho

Still though, he'd be possessive over you, just cause he's sharing does not mean they get to have you the way he does. gag on his friends boxers, cock, get fucked, spitroasted, dp'd or whatever happens between him and who he shares you with, he's gonna fuck you again by himself to remind you that in the end, its you and him and only him.

that's it for noww hehe, self control yarn, perv skz thoughts are-ehem, anywayss 😊💞🍀

dun dun dun its me again at 3 am in midnight

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imma keep them for archive hehe but idk if i can reply to those ask after trying cuz i feel like we got to the endpoint of those thoughts(?) cuz snowswept tails kinda had the fox and human roaming around for shelter, and the other fics too like d.a kind of ended after the orgy- so i my brain just blanked out on those-

But to the thoughts! After the shower shenanigans with prisoner seungmin i feel like the reader would get a bit bratty (yes third person now cuz like its hard to write in second person for this thoughts) I can see Seungmin slam choking reader against the wall and before sneaks a hand down your shorts - grabbing your throbbing cock— before degrading you and saying something like "Be wary of your words, pup- act like shit again and I'd leave you to fend for yourself and im not as kind as the other inmates" oh and A police officer witnessing all this?!(lets pretend that jeongin is the police officer here huehue hes like a police officer in training/criminology student🫣)

PERV JISUNG >>>> those vids of him on tiktok i keep seeing got me feeling some typa way like those arms can crush me but anyways I feel like the best trope for perv sung is Pervert x Oblivious Idiot— Like reader literally just thinking how thats just a friendly joke by good ol sungie despite him saying some shit like "nice pants, but id think you be better off without it-" the point of the matter is he would definitely be over possessive over reader before the whole relationship cuz he doesnt like other people flirting with you except him but AFTER a soldified relationship and him fucking you like a lion in heat until dawn he'd so be down to try threesomes (with his trusty bff leeno) so one night he sat you down you agreed in respect to your boyfriends kink and ofc the fact the minho is hot- ALSO during the threesome with minho- minho would be so teasing with sungie competitively like "Bet you cant make them choke like this can you?" as Minho thrusts into your throat with his big c- but the threesome turns into competition real quick like "Fuck you, Minho- he's mine" Jisung would say while glaring at the older as he pulls you back into his cock like sjzjsndn exhibitionist Jisung as well best place to fuck for him is definitely the janitors closet or hear me out in a frathouse while all the other fratboys are out (felix serving those sus cookies) but yeah Perv Jisung would be so touchy in public like expect him to slide a hand to your backpocket while walking or pull you by the waist hueheue (i added all the thoughts in one paragraph cuz-)

thank you anonnie for feeding me with the thots 😍

[phantomtownx]

my name is [ SAMUEL MILLER ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN, OHIO ] and i’m a [ BARISTA AT ROOK COFFEE ]. i lived in helltown for [ 27 YEARS ] because [ GREW UP HERE ]. i am [ 27 ] my pronouns are [ HE/HIM ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ MIKE FAIST ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ CAN'T SEEM TO LEAVE ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

FULL NAME: samuel miller

DATE OF BIRTH: december, 16, 1996

HOMETOWN: helltown, ohio

ZODIAC: sagittarius

SEXUALITY: straight

EDUCATION: ashevere highschool, helltown community college but dropped out after a year when he realized it wasn't for him

OCCUPATION: employee at rook coffee

MOTHER: viola miller

FATHER: henry miller (deceased)

SIBLNGS: n/a

PETS: orange tabby named milo

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

physical.

HEIGHT: 6'0

HAIR: dirty blonde

EYE COLOR: blue with brown flecks

TATTOOS: a ghost on his forearm.

PIERCINGS: n/a

MARKINGS: a scar above his lip from getting bit by a stray dog when he was young, which now looks white.

FASHION STYLE: botton ups, vintage sweater vests, skinny jeans, hoodies, either looks too formal or too casual

MANNERISMS: nervous habit scratching the back of his neck, has trouble keeping his hands still, always bouncing a knee whilst sitting

personality.

POSTIVE TRAITS: jokester, independent, adventurous, compassionate, courageous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, sarcastic, envious, dissociative, anxious

FEARS: being forgotten, abandonment, wasting ones life

LIKES: keeping his mind busy, thriller movies, black coffee, exploring, music, being heard/listened too, animals, nature, the smell of rain, live concerts

DISLIKES: the ticking of a clock, keeping completely still, the sound of styrofoam, white chocolate, bullies, being ignored, feeling invisible, confrontation

HOBBIES: reading, taking walks in the woods (yeah not the best idea) exploring abandoned buildings (not a good one either), sketching with charcoal

AESTHETICS: rain on a gloomy day, charcoal covered hands, the smell of expresso and coffee beans, indie-alternative music, exploring abandoned buildings, insomnia, spending the day at the museum looking at art, doing something impulsive and rushing into danger head first, storm clouds and thunder, the color blue-GREY

GOALS: do something new everyday, lest he go insane

MOTIVATIONS: to feel something again

BIOGRAPHY.

it was easy to feel like a ghost in a place called helltown. born and raised here, sam isn't sure if he's ever experienced an ounce of normalcy. a shy kid, and maybe even a little bit of a late bloomer, sam always felt like he was a step behind everyone else especially his peers. while he was intelligent he didn't utter a single word until the ripe age of six. he never felt the need too, nor the urge. he liked observing, absorbing and taking the world in with wide eyes. it wasn't until his mother worried like a sick hen that she finally sent him to a speech therapist. it was only then he began to speak even if he didn't necessarily want too. Because of this Sam was labeled as the weird, odd kid at school. who sat alone at lunch and was picked last for dodgeball. sometimes his father joked that he came into the world upside down. that instead of happy bubbly bouncing baby that they expected to get they received a child who seemed emotionless and quiet which was the farthest thing from the truth. in fact sam felt things too much, too deeply at times. friends and family would call him sensitive, but it was more to it than that. his heart worked just fine, as a healthy one should. blood pumping regularly, the valves opening and closing; everything functioning as it should. But Sam feels something has always been wrong, when moments of joy register as brief but ecstatic, and moments of pain stretch long and unbearably loud. His mother tried to comfort him and tell him that everything would be fine, that this was just the highs and lows of life but sam couldn't believe it, knew that no one understood. When his father passed from a bad case of ammonia as a teen thats when things really started to go downhill. the grief was maddening and never-ending. his once loving mother turned cold and sour--dealing with her own grief she turned inwards and isolated herself, especially from her only son. maybe because he looked too much like his father for his mother to bear, or maybe because he had always felt like an extreme disappointment. it didn't matter because sam convinced himself that both statements were true.

from that day sam lingered through the world like a ghost. invisible and unnoticed. he didn't attempt to make friends at school or interact with people beyond that. it was lonely of course but he didn't know what to do with himself, all these feelings that seemed to pour out of his heart. everything felt like a massive boulder caving into his chest. once he graduated he moved out of his family home and still stuck around helltown. he wasn't really sure why. he figured he could start a new life somewhere else, find somewhere he truly belonged but he was beginning to believe that didn't exist for a phantom like him.

he landed a job at rook coffee on a whim that they were just low on staff. his life went on as normal and while a coffee shop wasn't what he dreamed of doing as a career he can't find himself quitting. he actually enjoys being a barista even if he remains invisible behind the counter. at least he has some sort of daily interaction even if it's meaningless. as an adult he has made a few lifelong friends--ones who accepted him and all his damaged goods but he still has a hard time with keeping in touch with them on a regular. a flaw he acknowledges that lies somewhere between his upbringing and genetic dna.

growing up he was always surrounded by the peculiar and deranged, and like most grown ups they ignored the towns strange happenstances, and he too at a certain age began to ignore them too. every year there seemed to be a missing person or thing--to the point where sam started to lose count. it was hard to care after a certain point especially when you felt misplaced in your own birth place. however as he got older and had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with he started to look into these unsolved mysteries finding himself wrapped up in these stories like a ball of tangled yarn. it's a hobby he's not exactly proud of but he can't help but to deep dive into helltowns conspiracies.

[franstastic-ideas]

Mei, I am definitely looking at the Nimbasa Ferris Wheel event with the X-transceiver like I’m on The Office. Starry-eyed has an extra layer of cuteness knowing she wears space-buns. Nagisa could be a reference to something other than the water relation, but again, the kind of softness that matches.

The little gremlin! I like the fact spirit can have a double meaning as a “sprite” not so much in modern english, but more in word origin. And I see it mostly attributed to children. Nox is def related to night, the moon, ghost-type, honestly the mythology writes itself. You literally have an owl archer. And something in my brain ticks it as a good choice you went with Nox over Nyx or any other feminine-esque name despite also referring to a goddess for some reason, intentional?

Akari, The Skyfallen Luminary, and the one I could suspect to be your favorite bc it’s all kinds of pretty and fun. Honestly gorgeous all around. It’s not easy coming up with three word titles that captures everything you want in a way that feels alive or cool, but you’ve done it for sure. And Seraphina? I’m giggling even more I don’t need to google that to know the religious symbolism here, and with fire. Oh, PLA and Volo. You’ve started a whole thing here aesthetically. I’m bouncing off the walls from it tho, the research that goes into this is my jam, bread and butter.

Juliana (The Straight A's Scholar) GIRL PLS I’m bout to cry, I am not gonna get anxious over a Pokegirl y’all don’t KNOW what real college is like for hard science majors in your cozy Pokémon World (just got out of an exam) but FINE go be a scholar like in the old days. PHDs ain’t no walk in the park either irl. But alas, yeah, that’s Paldea for you, I GUESS I have to say congratulations. She’s a good girl, and bonus points for the culturally fitting nicknames.

This is not something I know how to express, but I read each name like it’s a title card of a movie flashing across the screen with a dramatic and lit up sequence with all the girls and little made-up animations and whatever else I picture that goes along with the backgrounds of the names and I go “hm yeah” *nods* that be them. So kudos all around!

Mei seems to be under the impression that she's in a shoujo rather than an adventure game. She sets off from Aspertia City with the hope that her journey will be filled with romance, that she will finally find her true love, her prince...

As much of a sentimentalist as she is though, do keep in mind that Mei still defeats Ghetsis at his worst.

I consistently refer to Mizuki as a 'horrid little creature', even though she's actually one of the taller girls. She moved to Alola from Kanto and originates from Lavender Town, so she has a camaraderie with Ghost-types.

You know that girl who asks Red or Leaf if they believe in ghosts and if told 'No', she replies, "That white hand on your shoulder... I'm just imagining it." That's Mizuki.

Akari's title is indeed one I hold in high favor, because of the multiple meanings behind it. Skyfallen of course pertains to her falling from the space-time rift, and a luminary is someone who inspires or influences others, referencing how Akari brings about change in Hisui.

But luminary can also mean 'angel'. When you pair that definition with her status as The Skyfallen, it paints the image of a guardian angel descending upon the region. Which is certainly what Volo sees her as.

Juliana, she's essentially the perfect student. She shows up to class on time, she loves every second of it, and she's entirely devoted to her studies. So much so, the grand majority of her Pokémon's names begin with the letter 'A'.

She has to do the intellectual heavy lifting between her and Arven. Juliana would be more than happy to tutor him, though.

[nctjpeg]

ok one more thing i swear I SWEAR and then i’m probably done talking about this I think

but UGHHHH when everything was going to hell i remember multiple of their friends being like “please don’t let this make you feel like you aren’t enough” and i’m so fucking angry because I KNOW i’m enough, and despite my deep personal flaws I’m actually rad as hell. I have 2 college degrees, a salaried job in the field I studied in college that people say is “so cool” whenever I talk about it, a decently decorated apartment that I live in and pay for on my own, I have a fantastic group of friends, I am constantly showered in compliments about my looks, fashion, dance moves, and makeup, my second language is Japanese (even though I suck at it) and I’ve been there twice, I’m funny, charming, incredibly intelligent, kind to a fault (until you piss me off), creative, strong, hardworking, considerate, and not to mention beautiful enough to reportedly make people nervous when they look at me.

What makes me so infuriated is HOWWWWW can I be all of these things and still be treated as disposable? HOW MUCH MORE do I, or ANY PERSON, need to be before it’s finally enough for motherfuckers like the one who broke my fucking heart on Saturday. WHYYYYY did they do all that shit they did if they were just going to throw me away in the end and WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK do they feel they’re entitled to? Deep down I don’t think they had malicious intent, but it feels so fucking evil to me how they met me not even a month after my breakup, I told them about what I had been through with my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend, communicated to them about my fears surrounding the mere concept of letting them into my life as a friend, and yet they still ended up treating me like that.

I can’t say I don’t know where I went wrong, because I knew if I didn’t get my emotions under control and stop asking them constantly for reassurance that it would ultimately drive them away as i’m sure it made me more trouble than I was really worth. I’m also really sad because when we first met and started hanging out I LOVED the vibe we shared and how our personalities played off of each other. I noticed similarities we had in our lives and related to the struggles they had been through. I had so much fun being with them and I was so excited for us to build and create a deep and meaningful friendship. I wanted fun adventures, I wanted us to watch our favorite movies together, I wanted us to have a silly girly slumber party because I don’t think they had ever had one before, I wanted us to craft our own inside jokes and make more silly memes of ourselves and our cats to send each other, I wanted them to tell me more about their culture, I wanted us to hang out and practice dance moves to bust out at the goth club, I wanted them to INCLUDE ME in their anime convention shenanigans, I wanted to go to walmart with them and pal around while running errands the same way the do with their bros, but in the blink of an eye it went from “let’s hang out multiple times a week and I can’t wait for us to do all of this stuff together!” to hardly seeing them, watching them flirt with other girls, and them really only messaging me to keep our snap streak going.

yeah I wanted to date them once upon a time, and i’m sure everyone thinks i’m hurting solely because of that, but in reality romantic relationships really mean dick to me. I’ve only had 3 significant others and 2 of those were in my life for a month or so. I didn’t start dating until I was 20, and all of my significant personality-defining relational trauma came from friendships, not lovers. In my mind, friendship can involve far more emotional depth and commitment than dating someone. If we had just stayed casual sex partners (which is what I was looking for initially) or maybe dated for a few months and then it not work out, that’s whatever. But for them to tell me “I consider you one of my closest friends” and then Not Fucking Treat Me Like It? That’s a goddamn war crime level offense in my eyes.

[grimtrespasser]

I descend from a long line of addicts (alcohol and otherwise) and everyday I am genuinely so thankful for my creative outlets. I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil, my grandma taught me to sow when I was ten, and I got into tabletop gaming in my teen years. All of which have helped me immensely to avoid the same addictive habits I’ve seen in my family and friends. Yknow how pets and zoo animals get super depressed or kinda lose it when they don’t have enough space/things to play with/other animals to interact with? Yeah, human beings are the same. If all you’ve got is home and work, with no hobbies or social circles to turn to, you’re gonna take whatever you can get, and usually what people turn to is substance abuse. (If you’ve never heard of Rat Park, look it up, the story of that study is fantastic for learning and understanding how addiction works.)

My grandpa used to smoke a ton when my mom was a little kid. Him and my grandma married young and already had three kids to look after, she dropped out of college to take care of my mom and aunts at home so that meant my grandpa was stuck in a shitty job trying to make enough money to make ends meet by himself. He turned to weed out of stress. He quit smoking when he realized he spent all his time either at work, or holed up in his bedroom using, and that he was missing his daughters’ childhoods.

My mom started drinking when I was a kid. She was an undiagnosed autistic under a ton of work and personal stress, as well as dealing with fresh trauma she didn’t know how to cope with, and alcohol was an extremely normalized thing for her to turn to. She was practically expected to drink at every social event with other moms in the community. “It’s wine o’clock” and all that. Similarly, she quit drinking when she realized how dependent she’d become on it. How normal it’d gotten for her to have several drinks a day just to numb her senses and how much she was being pressured by drinking culture to continue.

I have friends who’ve been smoking or drinking since high school, sometimes younger, who’ve acknowledged that they’re addicted but that they just don’t have the resources to quit. Everything from alcohol and opioids to caffeine, nicotine, and social media, I’ve seen countless different shades in countless different people, and I’ve seen what it looks like to quit and stay sober. I’ve also seen what it looks like when someone refuses to quit and loses everything. Alcoholism killed my dad’s best friend. It’s not a path I ever hope to wind up on myself.

From what I’ve learned, the key to sobriety is communal support (friends, family, pets, clubs, anything that involves interacting with other living things) and creativity (painting, singing, sowing, glasswork, literally anything you can get your hands on. Join a local group dedicated to a hobby and put your mind and body to work!) Literally it’s just keeping busy in healthy ways. Learn to cook, start opening up to your friends more, get really into something you used to love as a kid, and do it before you get addicted in the first place. It’s genuinely such a massive help to have something you love to do available to you, it means you don’t have to turn to alcohol in the first place. Being as predisposed as I am, I’ve had the urge several times throughout my life, but having seen what it did to my family and having those healthier outlets available was instrumental in helping me avoid it. But if you’re already addicted, these are the things that’re gonna keep you sober after all the rehab and medical work are through. Quitting doesn’t work if after it’s out of your system, you’ve got nothing else other than drinking to do with your time. I recently worked on a project about the opioid crisis with an old teacher of mine who himself used to be an addict and he talks all the time about how theatre saved his life. Acting, then directing, now running a whole program for kids to get into theatre. Having someplace to go where he could pour all his energy into art without any drugs or illegal dealings gave him something safe to fall back on when he was attempting to fix his life. It was something he could channel his focus into so that he didn’t think about using again.

So yeah, as difficult as it can be to do these days, get out into the world and find things you love. Form hobbies and passions outside of your house and work. Meet new people, try new things, enjoy the mundane aspects of life. Do it before addiction becomes your only consistent outlet. It’s psychological just as much as it is physical. Find what you really love to do, because I promise it isn’t drinking, and build a life out of it. It’ll be the best thing you ever do.

some sobriety ideas

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

ABOUT ME

I guess it's time to pin an "about me" post. I will keep the link for Palestine right here tho!

This is an NSFW blog!!!!! there is talk about sex, drugs, violence, and su!c!de here, so be careful and think about your poor brain before you subject it to addiction and potential misinformation from an early age. (with that being said, please block me if I accidentally interact with you and you are a minor or otherwise sfw blog!)

Name: ???

Age: 25

Gender(s): Genderfluid

Pronouns: She/Her - It/Its - He/Him

Disorders: ADHD and BPD (autism and OCD are suspected but not diagnosed)

Hobbies: ... um... :( scribbling sometimes :( ... spitting facts on the internet.... singing,,, uhhh learning languages... ummm... just trying to not die, really... oh yeah dancing in my room. oh fishing! and im trying to get into bird watching!!!!!!!!!!! oh yeah im trying to get back into gaming and watching shows and anime. (you may ask how is that a struggle? I answer, I do not know, but the way my head works is not convenient for work nor play)

Likes: SPICY FOOD!!!!!! HOT/WARM BROTH!!!!!!! SOUP SOUP SOUP!!!!!!! animals :} uh steamed cauliflower with salt and pepper <3 wood cubes in water asmr, invader zim, raichu, sardines, exotic root vegetables, derpy hooves

Dislikes: PEOPLE POKING ME OR JUST BARELY TOUCHING ME OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! >:(((((((((((((((((((( getting angry, working, not working, being alive, stomach ache, head ache, getting Nic sick, corruption in the governments of the world, the horrors of war, waking up, trying to sleep but sweaty, ITCHY >:(((((((((( people pleasing, the duality of nature, disappointing people

DNI if.... no there are no DNI. im willing to change your mind if you are transphobic or other opinions I dont agree with. just kidding I dont even text my friends, let alone look at my dms or notifications. im not gonna bother, I got too much stuff on my mind and to do. but I mean if the opportunity arises I can try. like look, I think everyone is a shit person, so the TYPE of shit person you are doesnt matter as much to me. maybe something you find on my page will give you some change of heart idk?

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[arcanekid73]

City of Stars

Living the life I never had.

There I was sitting in front of my television at 2 o’clock in the morning, watching the blue screen and hearing the static, all the while mindlessly scrolling on my phone. This actually was my usual routine so nothing out of the ordinary.

Did I mention I had college tomorrow and I had to wake up at 5?

Yeah, right…

The morning came pretty quickly, I had miraculously managed to just fall asleep on my sofa which I regretted very much, thanks to my now sore lower back. “What a pain!” I groggily whispered propping myself up to shut the alarm down.

5 AM and time to get ready for college. Like any sane teenager would do, I started my morning routine by checking my messages. And there it was, unexpected but very welcomed, a message from college.

“Due to heavy rain alert, holiday declared for students and faculties tomorrow.”

Woohooo! I looked at the clouds outside and thanked the Gods, whoever happened to be in charge of causing rain and floods. 

And then, I heard more notifications. My friends making plans to go outside. Heavy rain like this was nothing for those maniacs, except great reasons to finally catch up, watch movies or hang out or something like that. Not that I minded that. If anything I was all for it.

Nonetheless, it was still hilarious to see them strategically planning which movie theatres to hit up, which would still be open in the rain. Naturally, I chimed in with my suggestions.

“Let’s just sit and watch anime at home, the weather’s great for it”

To which I was promptly kicked out of the group. So much for my genius plan to relax.

They did add me back a few minutes later, but by then it was finalized where and when we would be meeting for the movies. The plan was for the five of us to meet up, head to the movies, grab a bite and then just hang out randomly, maybe even check out the new mall that had opened quite near to my house.

Thus the great adventure began, I got my raincoat out, dusted it promptly and set it on the table before deciding to nap. I mean a small nap wouldn’t hurt right? I had plenty of time until it was actually daytime.

And that is how I ended up oversleeping.

So in a hurry, I called my lifeline to pick me up. And she agreed to, so I had now time to freshen up and wear clothes other than a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Oh for context, she’s that one mature friend in the group who takes care of everyone. Serious and stoic as she might be, she’s really fun to hang out with once you get past the heys and hellos. Also, she leaves just 3 blocks away from my place so that’s convenient.

So I get in the cab with her.

We pick up another friend and off we go straight to the theatres.

The afternoon passes quick, watching our now new favorite Marvel movie. The theatre was almost empty too, so that was fun!

The sky is dark now, memories of old times in my head, while I’m talking shit with them. Cracking jokes all the way, roaming out, we’re driving out everywhere we can.

Sunset at the beach, eating grilled corn and buying souvenirs. It’s drizzling ever so slightly but we don’t care.

All I could feel was the time slipping by. Twist in my gut, hurting more than ever.

It’s night time now, alone with her, going home. Don’t want to be alone.

Ask her to just keep driving? Yes or No, mind keeps swinging like a pendulum.

Hold my hand, will ya? She doesn’t mind really. Almost laughs at my seemingly childish request.

She drops me home with her cheery usual goodbye.

And back at the apartment again, staring at the same blue TV screen. Tired and sleepy. Eyelids droopy as I just lie down on my couch, curl up and scroll through my phone.

I faintly opened my eyes again…the television painting my room blue as the clock struck 2. The static humming in my head, the clink of the bottle falling from my hands, the conflicting smile on my face, and comforting tears falling. And I went to sleep once more.

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

I'm here at university at 3rd grade, and I feel so much discomfort from the fact that I dont work now, cause I'm too tired from my studying and everything, but dudes from my group working almost everyone, and no, it's not because they have no money, it's because they earn them to make drunk parties. And I feel a bit even ashamed of myself that I dont do same, but I dont want to, and have no time, but they have, and it looks unreal. Also, almost everyone are married and are 21 and under, like 19-21, and some even already have children. But more I look at it, more I'm like nope nope nope, better return to my toy collections. And there was situation with economy teacher, that one who's scammer, when two dudes were playing married couple cause he made them to, he didn't gave them max grades cause they didn't had children (it wasn't in task) and even if they didn't wanted one, woman will have child because otherwise husband will run away and child keeps husband with her. But damn, we all now it doesn't work... And then he said yeah, and said that men doesn't feel anything towards their family, and gave task to calculate how many money we own for our parents and so he said to have a lot of children and starve because they would suck all money out of you. And he didn't said it for us to understand what our parents did to us, but to understand that you need to save up money for children who we'll get even if we dont want to... I really mostly feel depressed from him that feel ok. And these girls who have no money and had children and ended up studying half way and wont graduate... Damn that feels off. Even one girl here looking at all this came to conclusion of founding someone for night only to get pregnant....

I also have a friend in medical college, they're in religious medical college where everything like in stories of evil catholical orphanages, like exacly same, maybe even worse. I mean, they arent paid, and coming to Asylums and deal with people who lost their minds and behaves like wild animals or something.

Anon, I am in my fifth year of college and I have spiraled a ton of times wonder if I can even have a purpose in life. It’s hard, but I want to see things end and watch myself actually graduate. I know it’s hard and you’re probably going to get jealous of people who are only wanting money to get drunk and throw parties, but funnel that jealousy into something else like you want your toys? Go find a way and a reason to make money to get the coolest toys that only you care about, it’s on your happiness that should mean thing to you. I know, I’m trying to find money to get some tickets to Europe one day and that’s what’s fueling me to try and graduate college.

As for having relationships and families that young? Not everyone is the same, some people are well off to get married and have a family at that age, I know because I’ve seen that before in my small town. There’s families who can make their own families because they’re well off, and they’re still in college or something because they want to get a degree or certificate to make more money. Also, remember, some people wait to get married because they’re not ready due to financial problems or other issues, so keep that thought of not having a family or marriage in your mind. No one should just get married because they think they’re clock is ticking. I mean, do you really wanna rush into a relationship that might end up souring and leaving you with a broken heart? No. You’re fine anon, just be single until you’re financially stable. That or something else that makes relationships easy for people.

Also, sorry about that professor, just wait for the police, it’s the best you can do for now. Like, I understand if a teacher was trying to help their students have a real world situation in marriage, families and finances, but that doesn’t sound like he was teaching them things. Sounds almost like he wants to project himself into a fantasy that he’d want to live in, but also make people feel powerless. Your class sounds like a downward spiral at this point, are you even okay? Like that ain’t normal.

As for your friend in the religious medical college, yeah, you two might want to just hang out with each other for one day to just rant about your problems, go places that are calming or fun, and eat some good food. Mostly because while that can be historically true in some areas, the fact is that your friend probably needs time away from them because they’re making their college life sound depressing. Like, I though insane asylums were abolished in many places around the world, but I guess someone missed a spot.

[shayandwildlifepack]

New intro post, you can see our old intro posts by looking for "intro post" as a tag on our blog.

Hello, this is mainly my fictionkin account for my ockin, Zuki Shay Hara-Lupo. I am a noncanon MHA/BNHA being/creature. You can call me Zuki, Shay, or Lupo, whatever you prefer!

My canon was divergent from the manga and anime. If you want to know more about my canon, send in an ask, or you can see some things on my original intro posts. The only thing I will mention here is that UA was a college instead of a high school, so my class and I were all 18 at the start of the first year at UA.

In this life, the body is currently 19, so keep that in mind. We don't mind minors interacting. Just know I (the host) am more hesitant to interact with minors myself.

We try and make sure our posts are all tagged well, especially for tw or cw, if you see a post of ours that doesn't have a tw or cw that needs to be tagged tagged, then let us know and we'll fix it.

We are alterhuman/nonhuman in more ways in this life and in my (the host) life as Zuki, so that will also be brought up on our account.

We will not answer/post any donation asks if you want to know why you should be able to find the posts we made about it by using the tag "no donation asks." [Had to make this bigger and bold, so hopefully, people will listen]

We will block for any reason. Especially when it comes to hate.

This is an endo safe space. We will not judge systems/plural beings for their origins. If you don't like this, leave.

We are also disabled, both in this life and in my (the host) life as Zuki, so that will also be on our blog. [In this life for all the ones after this]. We are autistic and ADHD for sure. We have a learning disability and depression as well diagnosed. We believe we might have OCD and PTSD but are not sure yet. I know we have some form of anxiety, but it's not diagnosed. We all (alters) experience these disabilities so yeah.

Because of our disabilities, we need a service dog in this life. [I also had one as Zuki]. We will likely post more about the service dog when we finally get our stuff together and do more about it.

We are plural. The terms that seem to fit our origin right now are; quoigenic, unknown, and cryptogenic.

- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it/hx/xe/ze/he + more neos/xenos) | currently a they/it time for my pronouns

Mostly try to bold edits

Edits from Oct 22 to Nov 7: Added tag things, changed words on some tag things, changed parts of the post, added parts to the post, and edited the sign off on the post.

Edit from Nov 8: Edited signoff tag things.

Edit Nov 11: Edited signoff tag things

Tags that are for specific things;

# howling and barking at the moon - poems/poetry

# howling into the past - past life/kin memories good

# barking into the past - past life/kin memories bad

# woof woof reblog - rebloging alterhuman/nonhuman stuff or adding alterhuman/nonhuman stuff in my reblog

# other reblog - rebloging without alterhuman/nonhuman stuff

# confused howling - questioning system/plural stuff, including origin and alters

# disabled pup - disability things

# meowing in confusion - idk this is just for when I am confused about something

# little pup - sfw age regression things when pup is used to refer to me

# little kitten - sfw age regression things when kitten/kit is used to refer to me

# howling barking and meowing - talking about stuff tag, idk lol

# tri beta noises sfw - sfw misceverse stuff

# tri beta noises nsfw - nsfw misceverse stuff

# multi noises - system/plural things

# multi reblog - system/plural reblogs

# 💚🩵🐾🪶 - Shay/Zuki Shay Lupo | host and MHA/BNHA kin put together, lol

# 🌊🔷️🌟🎨 - Lakey | alter

# 😺🤎🍓🥓 - Declan (The cat face changes based on mood of post) | alter

# 🐈🐈‍⬛🍗🥛 - Lynix | alter

# 🐺🦾🦿🤖 - Oynx Afton (the middle two are supposed to just represent animatronic shit) | no idea whether this is a kin or an alter, lol

# 🟤🐺🐾🌕 - Phalen Lupe (supposed to represent werecanine/werewolf) | either kin or alter

# 🗣💚🦮🥦 - Shirley | alter

# 🐺🌠😇😈 - Vesper Lucian (supposed to represent fallen angel) | now we are kinda thinking this is an alter

# 🩵🦴🐾🪽 - Cyan Lupo | RWBY kin

# ❓️⁉️❔️🤔 - ? (don't know who the fuck this person is, think they are an alter though?)

# 💬🗣❓️❔️- When confused who is fronting