#but yeah apologies for the ramble I am very bad at answering asks

[fandomsareforlife]

5, 30, and 42 for the book ask game? :)

Hello, Quill! Apologies for the delay, for some reason the numbers were not showing on my tumblr page on desktop and I was too lazy to go and find it on my phone again. (Also I got distracted by my tumblr homepage but that's a whole different story.)

5. what book do you think everyone should read?

Hm, this is a tricky one. I don't usually like saying books people should read, due to me disliking most of the books people say I should read (like Pride and Prejudice and Absolutely True Diary Of Part Time Indian). So like there's books I would like people to read because they mean a lot to me, but not something everyone should read you know?

But if I had to pick a book, it would have to be "The Giver". I know some people hate this book, but I adore it so much. It's like, the whole idea of our whole world is treated the exact same way with such detachment is so fascinating to me. I could go on about this book so much, I love it.

(Also, I have read the whole quartet, but I personally still love the Giver the best.

30. is there a book that changed your life?

Someone is going to make fun of me for this, but either Harry Potter or Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. I have a thing for books about a chosen one at magical bordering school, okay?

But Harry Potter was my first obsession with something others knew about. It was what brought me to fanfic. It was how I made my best friend. I still have Narcissa's Malfoy's wand, although broken, in my toy area. I may not interact with it, but it definitely changed my life.

Carry On, on the other hand, was the first book that i read with an explicitly queer couple. I probably had read books before with queer themes, but not any that had so proudly said it as Carry On. Yes, it has issues but I remember hiding the fact that I read it, because I wasn't supposed to read it. I remember thinking "there are people like me who date someone as the same gender as them?" It was a very eye opening book to me. I still reread it from time to time, and it's one of my favorite books.

42. do you buy new or secondhand books?

I don't actually buy a lot of books, due to me not having a good place to keep them nowadays. But I have a mixture of new and old books. The last few books I have bought were new, due to either being work books or because I couldn't find an copy of the book I needed (it was All The Bright Places, and for some reason the local used book store didn't have it and I didn't feel like trusting Amazon). So I try to buy used books, but it's not always a guarantee.

Anyway, apologies for the ramble, and the delay. Please go follow Quil, everyone, Quil is such a fun guy (even if you like wearing toe socks /lh.)

[married2avampire]

Hi✨ Could you please write some yandere headcanons with Alucard ( hellsing)? Both sfw & nsfw? Tbh probably not too different from how he already is.

Dragă Mea

Contents: Yandere!Alucard/implied fem!reader, 18+, NSFW (suggestive, really), MDNI, obsessive & possessive behaviors, yandere themes, biting (so) blood mentioned. 

Author’s note: I apologize for this not being in the classic ‘headcannon’ format (And for taking a year to write this). When you guys send in headcanon asks, they’re just so delicious that I’d prefer to write something a little more hefty. I am a fan of thick chapters in books as well as long oneshots. I also have a bad (or good?) habit of going very in-depth in analyses of certain ideas. This one caught my eye! So, I wrote it in oneshot format. Also, a bit of a ramble on yanderes: some people like the super dangerous and threatening yanderes who off their perceived ‘threats’ and keep their darlings tied up in a basement, and hey, that’s alright! More power to you. I am not such a big fan of those types. I suppose you could call my brand of yandere the ‘mostly-civil’ yandere. A bit more gentle, a bit ‘sweeter,’ a bit easier to reason with, and not super duper inclined to off anyone while still feeling vaguely threatening. Yeah, I’m vanilla when it comes to yanderes. You caught me. 

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Alucard seemed normal at first. Well, as normal as an ancient vampire could be. He was sweet to you. Quiet, yet doting. You never felt suffocated with him. Never unpleasantly overwhelmed. Never treated as if you were lower, incompetent, or helpless. He also wasn’t boorish or revoltingly lustful. For all you could tell, he was perfect. Except for that Alucard was a bit… odd. Or… you thought it was odd. You weren’t quite sure what it was. He was just a bit unnerving at times. Nothing that was directed towards you. Never. But in times when you and he were enjoying a day out, he almost seemed to bristle a little. He’d walk beside you just as he always did. But if someone got a little too close or a little too friendly, you’d feel the graze of his fingertips across your spine and the edge of his coat brush your side as he stepped just a little nearer. 

In any other relationship, that would seem beyond tame — perhaps even neglectful. But with Alucard? That was a silent hostility. You knew it well. He wasn’t an outwardly affectionate person in public. He wasn’t one for the boyish theatrics. Kissing for all to see, groping, grabbing. You could practically see his nose wrinkling in distaste at the prospect. He was an ancient vampire who had better ways to send a message while barely lifting a finger. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with it. You know he’s gotten hostile when he smoothly interjects into a conversation and asks you so sweetly; “Are you feeling cold?” You’re not feeling cold, but you’d answer his question with a smiling ‘yes,’ because you like the pleased smile he gets when he lays his coat over your shoulders and looks on at whoever was getting a bit too friendly. That look in his eyes would make the hairs rise on the back of your neck. You feel lucky that he’d never looked at you that way. Burning with murderous intent. A silent inferno that he kept under tight control. 

He’d burn that energy off with you late when the stars came out. Or… not so much burn, but melt it away, slowly, meticulously. Alucard had all the patience in the world for you, which meant that nothing would be done that wouldn’t be drawn out and savored entirely. Suffer you would for him during the day when a spur of neediness arises. 

“That’s too bad, my dear. Save it for tonight and I will ravish you until you can take no more.” The words are whispered against your temple to keep anyone around you from hearing. It doesn’t stave the needy lurch of your stomach. Alucard was so good at that. So good at making his rejections only spur you on more. 

Further along, you’re worried he’d trained you without words to only feel arousal when the sun sets. When he’d slide into bed with you, lay you back, and savor you like he intended to until the end of your time. To him, you were beautiful. A fantastic thing to behold — the magnificence of a human. A wondrous blip in time like a firework bursting in the dark of an infinite night. Alucard intended to enjoy you in slow motion. To admire every messy gunpowder star you possessed, all to himself, for your eternity. 

You are his, after all, and him yours. You feel it in the way he clutches you to himself late at night, long fingers cradling the back of your head so that your cheek is pressed up against his sternum. No heart beats there, but you feel the press of his chest and the false breath he breathes against you. You feel it in his kisses, gentle, but nipping and consuming. You see it in his eyes. They go wide and crazed when your attention is drawn away to another. He stays silent and unmoving but the air is already tight enough to choke on. 

And rarely. 

Very, rarely; you hear it in his voice. Nuzzling into your throat, grazing his teeth, nipping, biting, drawing a little blood here and there, and licking it clean… that’s when he’ll lean close and whisper into your ear with a voice like a purring beast. 

“Mine alone. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. You’re lost to them. Say it, say you love me.” 

Amidst the mess of limbs — too many limbs — amidst the mess of kisses — too many mouths — you can barely manage your answer between shuddered breaths. 

But you both knew there was no doubting what your answer would be once he let you catch your breath. “I love you.”

[solivagant242]

losing you pt. 8

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, blood, car accident

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt.9

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you’d like <3

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Amberly takes a sip from her pumpkin latte, keeping her face patient as her student rambles on about their summer vacation. She glances at the timer. Three more minutes and then this call can be over-

So I can do what? Go home and shut down?

Yeah, pretty much.

She pushes her hair back from her face. It’s still damp from her shower that morning, smelling faintly of lavender from the shampoo. Tiredness is seeping into her bones and filling her up like lead. 

I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

Her student finally tells her goodbye and Amberly clicks the end call button, leaning back in her chair and letting relief sweep over her in waves. She takes off her glasses to rub her eyes. Lately it seems like any sleep is not enough, no matter how early she goes to bed or keeps her eyes closed. 

Why am I even staying in this?

Her lips tighten. Breaking up had never been a possibility for them- seemed like one, at least. They’ve been dating since second year at Hogwarts. The thought of not being with Remus had simply never crossed her mind. He was hers, her person, who she’d thought cared about her and loved her beyond measure.

Now she’s not so sure. 

A hand slams down on the table in front of her and a yelp claws its way out of her throat as she recoils, jerking her coffee towards her and slopping it over her wrist. Amberly glares up at Sirius, her shock being replaced by annoyance. “Pads, you asshole”-

He grins at her. “Would you like some napkins? Sorry for the spill.”

She scowls. “Napkins and a signed apology, please.”

Sirius tosses his jacket over her head. “Any food?”

Amberly shoots him a death glare as she pulls the leather off her hair and throws it on the seat next to her. “I’m not hungry, thank you very much.”

Sirius’ eyes narrow. “You’re getting a sandwich.”

“I don’t want a sandwich.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted one. I said you’re getting one.”

“I didn’t ask if I was getting one. I said I didn’t want one.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, turning on his heel and heading to the counter. “Yap, yap, yap. Too bad.”

“How are things?” asks Sirius a few minutes later, sitting across from Amberly in the booth. He runs a hand through his untidy black hair. “I bet you’re loving this cooler weather.”

Amberly nods. “I am, yeah. I can’t believe winter is coming.”

She wraps her jacket tighter around herself and Sirius narrows his eyes. He’s known Amberly for a long time now, a bit longer even than Remus has known her. And he can tell that she’s lying. 

Her eyes are dark and circled with shadows, and her skin looks paler than usual, even in the warm light of the cafe. She’s gotten thinner, too. Visibly thinner, enough for her cheekbones to be more prominent. 

Sirius pushes the sandwich at her. “Eat it.”

She scowls at him. “No.”

“Eat it or perish.”

“Perish.”

He unwraps it and shoves it into her hand, and she rolls her eyes before taking a tiny bite out of the corner. Inwardly, Sirius feels relief that she’s eating, but he knows damn well that there’s another reason she looks like she’s been awake for a century and a half.

“How’s Moony?”

The question seems to catch Amberly off guard, and she takes her time to chew and swallow before responding. “He’s okay. More used to the meds, now. I think the full moon isn’t quite as bad for him.”

Sirius tilts his head at her. “Is he? I tried calling a few days ago and he never picked up.”

“Oh.” Amberly picks at a thumbnail, not making eye contact. “He’s not the best with answering his phone and stuff”-

“Stuff it,” retorts Sirius. “This man used to stay up till two in the fucking morning so he could chit-chat with you. It won’t kill him to pick up the phone for his oldest friend”-

“He doesn’t really talk to me anymore,” mumbles Amberly. She half-hopes Sirius won’t hear it. Tears are swimming in her throat and she cannot, will not, let them out. That’s why Remus was mad at me. I was too much. I can’t do that again.

But Sirius’ sharp ears prick at the words. “What?”

She shrugs, setting down the sandwich and staring at her hands in her lap. She doesn’t trust herself to look up.

Sirius leans across the table to touch her hand. “Amberly, you know you can tell me anything, right? Are things okay with you and Moony?”

Amberly bites her lip. She can feel her eyes start to swim and swell with tears. “Things are fine.”

She can’t hide the wobble in her voice.

Sirius drapes her leather jacket over her shoulders and the tears come out, spotting her shirt all down her front and splashing onto the table. She’s shaking now, sobbing harder, and Sirius folds her in his arms and strokes her hair like a sister.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me anymore,” she gasps finally, smearing at her eyes and leaning back. “I was too much. He said I was too clingy. I don’t want to be that again, I can’t”-

Sirius’ hands tighten around hers. “What did he say to you exactly?”

Amberly’s eyes flicker. “He told me that he didn’t want me.” Another sob wells up in her throat as she remembers those words, hurled across space to shatter her like porcelain. “That I was too clingy.”

Sirius pulls her to her feet, jaw tight and eyes dangerously bright. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” asks Amberly, trying to wipe her face and tie her hair back from where it’s sticking to the tears. “I need to pack”-

“I’m getting your stuff and then you’re coming with me to James and Lily’s. You’re not staying with Moony, staying in this state of things,” he seethes. “Not till Moony gets some sense in his head or I beat it into him.”

Amberly stumbles after him to the door.

“Can you drop me off here?” yells Amberly over the roar of the engine. 

Sirius looks back over his shoulder. They’re at the stop sign just down the street from her house, his long legs resting on the ground on either side of the motorcycle. “Why? I can take you all the way.”

She slides off the back before he can further protest. “If he’s asleep I don’t want the noise to wake him”-

He got so mad last time when Sirius drove me home. I can’t do that again. I’ll break, I know I will.

Sirius rolls his eyes as she hands him the helmet. “It won’t kill him, you know”-

Amberly shrugs, looking down. “I just don’t want there to be trouble.”

“Fine. But you better be back here in ten minutes or I’m gunning it for your driveway.”

She nods, continuing down the street to their house as Sirius pulls over to the curb.

There’s a hot, heavy pulse in her ears, and her hands feel like they’re tingling. He’ll be mad, I know he will. If he sees me…

All she can see, all she can think of, are memories of her and Remus.

The times they’d gone for night walks down this street, fingers interlocked through wooly mittens…the time they had been to the bakery and brought home fresh bread and hot chocolate…the way he’d picked her up and swung her around every time he came home…the warmth of his arms around her and his cheek on her hair…

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t hear the car coming. 

A screech of tires, a dull thud, and Amberly is on the ground. Her rich brown hair threads through the leaves in the gutter as red begins trickling over the dirt.

The driver’s face is white.

They swing the car into reverse, hands shaking, and peel away.

Amberly doesn’t move.

Two minutes later Sirius is kneeling next to her, fingers trembling as he babbles into the phone. 

“Nine-nine-nine, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s my friend. She’s dying...”

[swiiivet-screamathon]

"Thank you Strawberry Crepe for helping us out with the magichanical demonstrations here today, but I believe the school day is coming to an end; does anyone have any final questions before you all go home?"

"It's not related to any of the school work, if that's okay mister."

"I can't make any promises that I'll be able to answer an unrelated question, but go ahead."

"Can we also get a souljam like that?"

"Yeah! Doesn't Shadow Milk have one like yours but just upside down and scribbled on? If he can get one can't we?"

"You're very right, that is quite unrelated. Maybe in the far future we'll be able to get more souljams, but for now these are the only ones that exist, so I apologize children but I don't think you can get one. The reason why we share a similar design is because they're technically the same one; Shadow Milk was the original owner of the souljam, but something went terribly and they all became cruel and corrupted. So what was perceived as only the good parts of the souljam was separated into a new one and given to me. But after this long we should all be quite familiar with the benefits of both truth and deceit in our lives, and that living in such a black and white world is not a realistic one."

"Is the scribble the bad liar parts of his souljam?"

"Haha, I wouldn't think so, I've never considered asking him about it though. Perhaps I will when he's got some free time. But I do apologize for rambling for so long! Thank you again Strawberry Crepe for joining us; the bell rings, you're all free to go!"

...

"Milky!!"

"What contraption do you want me in this time?"

"A contraption of the mind! Pure Vanilla said you were the original holder of the souljam?"

"I was hoping my lies of omission wasn't going to catch up that quickly-- yes that goody two shoes predictably told the truth."

"And it was split apart into two, so I must deduce that the original whole souljam had a combined property. It must be the perceived positivity of truth and negativity of deceit, all I could imagine was Information."

"Getting better at predicting the script are we? Knowledge, it was."

"I'm glad you notice my expertise. ^^ Though since only an aspect of it was removed, not the aspect itself fundamentally changed, wouldn't it simply be the souljam of knowledge with the absence of truth? Not one of deceit, as knowledge can encapsulate imperceivable facts as well, doesn't it?"

"Nyehh-- It is a decently commonly thought of philosophy that to perceive is it change the property of the perceived thing, so things beyond our perception would thus be inherently different compared to one which would be perceived, so although the existence of said object would indeed be a fact, therefore truth of the universe, it would also inherently be beyond our knowledge, and thus not apply to my---..... No, no it isn't. It's the souljam of deceit, hah, what am I on about? Very improper for the main character to fumble his lines so blatantly. I'd issue refunds for such a sorry displa--"

"No, no no, that explains it perfectly-- that's why you're comprised of so much knowledge, not all ingredients get separated into its absolute base components you don't separate frosting down to it's sugar, butter and milk; the absence of truth does not inherently remove knowledge, telling a lie is still something someone can know."

"Is this going to be your new running gag? -.-"

"No, not at all, nothing to me is more aspirational than knowledge, what more is to living than to learn?"

"... A part of knowledge is knowing when to apply wisdom, as in the case of you keeping this to yourself."

"Another part of knowledge is deduction: why so secretive about your origins? Is whatever corrupted you embarrassing?"

"And a final part of knowledge is to know when the cat will meet its end if pursued further."

"And when to be respectful of someone's no. Though I think it might be valuable for you to know that I now definitively see what Pure Vanilla has seen in you all this time, you've for sure got a place here."

"(no you absolutely do not) I suppose this whole shows messed up, everyone's veering hard off script all day, so blatantly out of character indeed. Sooner or later our production is going to be defunded if we keep this up."

"I suppose being vulnerable shows off another kind of knowledge portrayed by someone else. I'm going to go get some more cream, don't you dare touch any of the wafflebots."

"Make sure to get some acting lessons before coming back!"

...

...

...

"(How dare they compare themselves to Vanilly...)"

[lovemyromance]

random cultural ramblings about Family when it comes to ACOTAR

Sometimes, I look at the people who criticize the IC for intervening when Nesta was on a downward spiral and think ... god they're probably not a POC.

Like I KNOW that sounds bad. But hear me out.

ACOTAR is such a big fandom. People of so many different cultures have read these books and loved them. But when it comes to the treatment of family and how it's depicted in ACOTAR ... people have very strong and different opinions.

I think a lot of it has to do with how people were raised.

For example, I was born and raised in the US, but my family is Indian. My grandparents are very traditional and my parents are less so, but still more strict than I am. When it comes to family, if you ask me, an eldest daughter of immigrants - I would tell you that

I cannot fathom the idea of ever leaving my younger siblings to fend for themselves. As the oldest child, if my parent doesn't step up, then it's my job. There IS no question.

Even if Elain / Nesta apologize for not looking after Feyre, it will still always rub me the wrong way. Feyre forgave them so that's all that matters, but personally - I understand the hate they receive.

That being said - growing up in Western culture, the values are inherently different. I'm not saying that Americans don't have family values, but what they consider obligation and duty is different than eastern society.

Like some people would argue that Nesta's her own person. The responsibility falls to their parents, not the siblings to take care of each other. Nesta/Elain should not have been obligated to go hunt, to go take care of their family. They were ALL children.

I get that way of thinking. I really do. But it's hard to break out of the way you were raised to think, especially when it comes to family and responsibility.

I see this difference a lot when I talk to my friends.

For example, let's say if they have family visiting them.

When their siblings visit, they stay in hotels.

Whereas I literally would not LET my brother stay in a hotel when he came to visit me, even if he would've been more comfortable in a hotel than my air mattress lol- it's just not done.

When their family is in town, they still pay bills at restaurants separately.

I pay every single bill when my younger sibling comes to visit, regardless of the fact that he makes more than me. I pay even if I visit HIM - just because I'm older. It's just how it is.

My family has an opinion on EVERYTHING. Yes it's unwanted and annoying sometimes, but the nagging is lowkey part of my culture lol. Even if the relationship with family is destructive sometimes, it is just a way of life.

I'm not saying it's RIGHT. But that's just how it is. There is NO "just don't answer your parents" or "just go no contact" in my culture. It's not done.

That's why when I see people complaining about the IC getting involved in Nesta's life and sending her to HOW rehab... I'm just like.. yeah as they should.

Because that's the role of family in my culture. If you see a family member on a downward path - you intervene. It's a twisted love language sometimes idk lol.

People are so up in arms and so heated over these things but idk I feel like half of it doesn't even have to do with the books it has to do with the cultures and background they're were raised in. It's hard to detach from that and read these books when everything in you is screaming at you to judge a fictional character living in a made up world based on your own standards and values.

Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ I just find it all super interesting

[emlovesniallhoran]

All My Ghosts 02

A/N: OMGOMGOMG PART 2 GUYS PART 2!!!

i hope some of you are excited for this one as I am. ITS GETTING GOODDDDD NIALL'S THE SWEETEST

if you haven't read part 1, click here to get to it!

This part is still pretty fluffy, y/n needs a little time before getting freaky!!!

Once again, any advice/tips are greatly appreciated!

REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED ILY ALL 🫶

Synopsis: Niall and y/n's date doesn't quite go to plan, but it turns out that isn't such a bad thing, leading to the start of their relationship

Tags: Niall x reader, fluff, friends to lovers <3

Words: 4.1k (HOLY MOLY I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

CW: brief mention of alcohol/getting drunk

Part 2/4(?)

(another gif at the end for you visual lovers :D)

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Rain.

The entire day its been raining. Actually the past couple of days.

But today its not just been rain. It's full on storming out there. Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, all the things that would ruin a day out in the park.

Which is why right now you're standing at your window, watching the rain fall and the lightning up in the clouds. You don't know if Niall is still planning on showing up. He said he'd be here 15 minutes ago when you set the plans the other day, but that was before either of you knew it would storm. You were so excited for today too. You're wearing one of your favorite outfits, had basically everything planned out in your head.

He's probably just not going to show up. I mean, why would he? If anything, he's probably happy it started raining. He probably regrets asking you out; now there's an easy excuse. You sigh as you let your thoughts take over, walking over and plopping down on your couch. Another day spent alone, you guess.

...until you're suddenly broken away from your thoughts by your phone ringing.

"Who the hell.." you mumble, pulling it out of your pocket and seeing none other than Niall's contact, which in itself makes your heart flutter, but then immediately sink. He's probably calling to cancel plans. Great.

You answer it, holding back a sigh as you bring it to your ear, but you hear the sound of heavy rain through the speaker.

"Niall? ...Are you outside?" You ask instead of saying hello, sitting up a little.

"Well, hello to you, too." He says with a small laugh. "And, um, yeah. I'm actually outside your flat. I tried the buzzer, but I don't think it worked, so I thought calling you was the next best thing." He's nearly shouting, the rain so loud that he has to speak up to be heard over it, even on the phone.

"Oh shit, I forgot to tell you." You're hit with a small wave of guilt, quickly getting up and throwing on some shoes. "I'll come let you in, I'm so sorry." You say just before hanging up and rushing out of your flat and to the building entrance, not even giving Niall a second to say anything else.

When you get down there, you can see a very soaked Niall through the glass doors, standing out in the rain. You really didn't think he'd even bother still showing up. None of your past relationships would have. Yet here he is. I mean, not saying you and Niall are in a relationship right now, right? This is still just casual...

You rush over and open up the doors, letting him walk in and immediately bombarding him with apologies.

"Oh my god, Niall, you're soaked. I'm so sorry, I should have told you ahead of time. I feel so bad. I mean, I didn't even know you were still coming, so I wasn't paying much attention, and I just totally forgot-"

You start full on rambling but are cut off when Niall places his hands, albeit cold and wet, on your shoulders, his head ducking a bit to get your gaze on him.

"Hey hey hey, love, calm down. It's okay, i promise. A little rain won't kill me." A small smile is on his face for a moment, a warm fondness in it. His hair is soaked along with his clothes, the normal quiff flattened against his forehead, but somehow he's still pulling it off. His thumbs rub your shoulders for a moment before his expression falls just a bit.

"...You really thought I'd just ditch our plans for today just because of the rain? With no warning either?"

Your lips purse when he asks that, a new wave of guilt hitting, but not for leaving him in the rain this time.

"I-I'm sorry, I know you're not that kind of person..." You let out a small sigh, looking away from him for a moment. "...It just wouldn't have been the first time something like that has happened, I guess..."

Niall practically studies your face as you say this, his expression becoming more understanding and sympathetic. "...Oh... I see... Well, I promise you right now, that isn't me at all, okay? I'm not going anywhere." He says, giving your shoulders one more squeeze with a reassuring smile before dropping his hands.

You feel your chest lighten a bit and a small smile form on your lips, even though you find it hard to fully believe him. Its not like you haven't heard that before, but they've all ended the same. For some reason, though, when the words come from him, they feel more genuine. More real than they have before.

"...You're soaked." You say again, this time with a small laugh. You look him up and down, his white t-shirt sticking to him, becoming slightly transparent against his torso, perfectly defining his toned muscles-

Nope. Snap out of it. Don't make it weird.

"Yeah, just a bit, huh?" He laughs as well, shaking his hair to try and dry it out a bit, some of the water droplets hitting you.

"Here, lets, um.. Lets go up to my apartment. I can get you a towel and think my brother might have left some clothes here that could fit you last time he visited."

Niall looks up when you suggest that, a smile growing on his lips as well as something else behind his eyes that you can't quite read.

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. Don't really love the whole 'soaking wet' look." He says with a small chuckle as you start leading him up to your flat.

Once you're at your door, you unlock it and let Niall and yourself in, shutting the door behind you and tossing your keys onto the counter.

"Make yourself at home, let me go grab you a towel." You say, not even bothering to look back at him as you walk off towards your bedroom.

Niall chuckles a bit to himself at how focused on getting him a change of clothes you are, a fond smile on his face as he watches you walk away. Once you're out of sight, he starts looking around your flat. Not to be nosey necessarily, more so to get to know you better.

When you walk back with a towel and your brother's clothes, you find Niall in the living room looking at some of the pictures you have hanging around: Some of you and friends, some of family, anything that means something to you could probably be found somewhere around your apartment.

Niall looks over when he hears you walk up, a smile on his face. "You have a nice place. Very cozy."

"Sounds like a polite way to call it small, but thank you." You laugh a bit, holding out the clothes and the towel. "The bathroom is the first door down the hall if you want to go change. Hopefully, these will fit you fine; you and my brother look about the same size."

Niall gives a smile and takes the clothes, starting to walk where you directed. "Thanks, love. I won't be long." He says, heading into the bathroom.

Once he's gone, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You definitely didn't expect him to be in your apartment today. You look around, cursing under your breath at how cluttered and messy everything is. He probably thinks you're a slob, but if you cleaned it now, he'd notice and bring it up, so there's nothing you can do about it. You end up just plopping down on your couch, waiting for Niall to come out, feeling a small pit of anxiety in your stomach over just him being here. You just don't want to mess anything up.

A few minutes pass before he walks out, ruffling his slightly damp hair with his fingers, now wearing your brother's hoodie and sweats. Weird seeing him in your brother's clothes, but it's better than him having to sit in wet clothes.

"You'll have to thank your brother for me for letting me steal his clothes. Fit like a glove, too." He says, laughing a bit as he sits down on the couch, leaving a comfortable amount of space between the two of you.

"Yeah, of course. I doubt he even noticed he left them here." You laugh a little back, looking at him before moving your gaze away from him, looking almost anywhere but him. You hate how awkward you've been this whole time, but today got flipped on its head, so everything you prepared in your mind is gone, leaving you off guard and more nervous than before.

Niall just looks at you, noticing how nervous you are, feeling a bit bad thinking he's the reason you're uncomfortable. "...So, um, our plans got totally ruined, didn't they?" He says with a small chuckle, hoping to ease up some of the weird awkwardness between the two of you.

"Yeah, totally. It's a bummer, I was really looking forward to going out with you." You say, finding it in you to look over at him again, hyper aware of how you're sitting, how he's sitting, how close the two of you are, definitely overthinking all of this.

"Well... just because that got messed up doesn't mean we can't still hang out..." Niall says, looking down at the floor, sitting with his elbows on his knees and hands folded in front of him, leaning forward a bit with a shrug, like he's nervous to even suggest that.

Your eyebrows furrow just the slightest, taking a moment to comprehend what he's suggesting. "What, you wanna just hang out here..? I mean, there's not much to do.."

"You're only saying that because it's your place and you're used to it. I'm sure there's something for us to do." He says, looking back over at you before glancing around your place. He looks over into the kitchen, a small smile on his face, before he's up and walking into it without another word.

Your eyes widen a bit when he's suddenly up and gone, following him a moment after. "Niall, what are you-"

You cut yourself off when you walk into the kitchen to see him somehow already filling a pot of water, turning his head to you, and shooting you an innocent smile. "Mac and cheese?" He asks, even though it's clear he's already starting to make it.

You blink at him a few times, just surprised by how comfortable he already seems at your place, before finally laughing a bit and walking into the kitchen, opening up the fridge. "Well, if we're making food, we need drinks too..." You say, smiling as you pull out some berries, lemonade, and orange juice, then opening one of your cabinets and pulling out a bottle of wine, brandy, and sugar to make sangria for the two of you.

Niall just grins wider when he sees what you're doing. "Perfect. A well-balanced meal, in my opinion." He says as he goes back to his incredibly difficult task of making boxed mac and cheese.

You two work on making your meal together, chatting and giggling, honestly just having fun with it. It's like this is what you two had planned on doing today, without even knowing it. He steals the occasional berry as you cut them, and you shoot him daggers, even though they couldn't cut a piece of paper. That feeling hits you, the same one that hit you last time. You really are falling for him. And that scares you. But at the same time, it feels oh so safe and warm.

As Niall is finishing up the mac and cheese, you're stirring together everything for the sangria in a pitcher, pouring a healthy amount into two glasses for the two of you.

You both work on "setting the kitchen table," which consists of two plates of mac and cheese and glasses of sangria. Like Niall said, a perfectly well-balanced meal. As you both move about the kitchen, you brush past each other a few times, every little touch making your heart do somersaults.

You both sit down at the table, and Niall chuckles a bit at the sight. "Mac and cheese and sangria's. Not exactly how I imagined our first date going, but I'm not complaining." He says with that smile on his face, the one that makes you weak in the knees.

You feel your face go hot when you process his words, this being the first verbal confirmation between you two this this is actually a date. I mean, you both knew it was, you just didn't vocalize it yet.

"Um, yeah, not exactly the most romantic, is it.." You try to brush off your red cheeks with a laugh, but he notices. He thinks the flush of your cheeks is the cutest thing he's ever seen. He doesn't say anything about it, though. That he wants to keep for himself.

"I suppose not, but we've made it work, haven't we?" He smiles, lifting up his glass. "To a memorable first date, hopefully the first of many."

You smile and lift your glass as well, clinking it with his before taking a sip-

Oh my god this tastes terrible.

Your face immediately scrunches up when the far-too sweet, but also too bitter drink hits your tongue, quickly swallowing it and coughing after. You look over at Niall and see he has a very similar look on his face, but he's also laughing at your reaction.

"Christ, love, what the hell did you put in this?!" He says between laughs mixed with slight coughs, lifting up the glass and inspecting the liquid inside.

"I don't know, I did what you're supposed to, I swear!" You say back, joining him in his laughter as you do the same with your drink, your cheeks burning a bit from the slight embarrassment of ruining your drinks. You don't feel that huge wave of guilt you normally would for messing up, though. Niall's laugh and presence are making it feel less heavy, which is unusual for you... But relieving.

Niall just shakes his head, still laughing a little as he sets his glass down. "Remind me to never let you mix drinks again. Next time you're making the mac and cheese, I'll do drinks."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, it's not that bad..." You say, trying to stand up for your drink-making skills by taking another sip. Somehow, the drink got worse, and you have the exact same reaction as before, just making Niall laugh harder.

"Okay, never mind, you're making drinks next time." You say, shaking your head as you stand up, grabbing his glass as well, and walking back towards the kitchen counter. "Good thing I've got a backup, though."

Niall watches as you place the glasses in the sink, instead grabbing two shot glasses and the bottle of brandy and bringing them to the table.

"Oh, so we've given up on the drink making now and we're just going straight to the source?" Niall teases, but happily takes the brandy from you and pours you both a shot.

"I thought might as well kill the middle man." You say with a small laugh, taking the shot from him. You both clink your glasses together before throwing back the shot, the straight burn of the liquor far more pleasant than whatever mess of a drink you made.

The two of you finally sit down and enjoy your "meal," chatting, joking, probably taking far too many shots of brandy while you're at it.

At some point as you're both eating, you laugh far too hard at something Niall said and accidentally spill some of your mac and cheese on your jeans. Yeah, you're definitely more than just a bit tipsy... but it seems like Niall isn't far better off, because he starts bursting out with laughter when he sees you spill.

"Oh god damn it.." You mutter under your breath as you shake your head, getting up and walking over to the kitchen sink to clean your jeans. Niall's laughter dies down when he sees you're not exactly laughing as much, making his eyebrows furrow a little. He gets up too, walking up next to you where you've gotten a damp towel and have started scrubbing at the spot on your jeans.

"Hey, hey, here, let me help.." He says, gently taking the towel from you and crouching down, starting to blot at the cheese spot on your thigh. You don't stop him when he tries helping, instead freezing a little. He's so close to you right now, his face focused on the impossible task of getting a stain out of your jeans with just a towel and water. After a few moments of staring at him, he finally looks up at you, slightly surprised that you're watching his face and not his hands, but a small smile forms on his face.

"...I don't think it's coming out like this, love.." He says, shaking his head as he looks at the spot again before standing up straight and putting the towel on the counter.

"It.. It's fine. ...Thank you, though." You say, your eyes trained on his face the whole time, practically mesmerized by him. He shrugs a little, a soft smile on his face. "I did what I could, no need to thank me, petal.."

It's like the whole world goes still for a moment. Like nothing else exists besides the two of you. You suddenly feel a lot more sober, fully present in the moment. The harsh thrumming of rain that's been in the background the whole time fades away, the only sound being your heart beating just a bit faster than normal in your ears as you stand here, looking up at Niall. God, those eyes... You swear you could just stare in them forever. And the way the kitchen lights dance over his features, illuminating his face in all the right spots.

...Christ, you want to kiss him.

He looks just as captivated as you, his eyes scanning over every feature of your face, as if he's trying to commit every little detail of you to memory. When they flicker to your lips, you can feel your heart skip a beat.

"...Is it wrong that I really want to kiss you right now?" Niall speaks up, his voice a lot softer than before, a little shaky if you listen close enough. His eyes move back and forth between your eyes and your lips, like he's contemplating his next move, scared that he might scare you away.

You feel your cheeks flush at the question, feeling your heart rate pick up. You told yourself this wouldn't happen. That you wouldn't get this close to a guy again after everything you've been through.

...But fuck, he's impossible to say no to.

"No... I... I don't think it is..." You respond just as softly, barely able to bring your voice above a whisper as your eyes flick down to his lips.

For Niall, that was all the confirmation he needed, but something inside of him was telling him to still take this slowly, so that's what he did.

He carefully reaches his hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before letting it rest against your cheek, his other hand naturally falling on your waist. He waits a moment, looking for any signs of hesitancy, any sign that you might not want this.

But to his luck, you don't show any. You actually lean into his touch a bit, one of your hands moving to rest on his shoulder as you lean in slightly.

Niall notices this, a small smile on his face, before he goes for it. He slowly leans in, letting his lips softly brush against yours in a tentative kiss, still testing the water. His lips feel so warm and welcoming, it's like you instantly melt into them.

You feel him hum softly against your lips, which makes your stomach do flips. He slowly deepens the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening just the slightest as he pulls you closer. Your hand on his shoulder slides up to the side of his neck, your other hand moving up to hold onto his arm, fully feeling yourself getting lost in the kiss.

After a few moments, before he can get too carried away, Niall pulls away slightly, his breathing a little bit more shallow than it was earlier.

"...You're incredible, did you know that?" He says softly, his eyes never leaving yours, like you're the greatest thing he's ever seen.

You can't help the smile that crawls on your face, feeling a little lightheaded from how breathtaking the kiss just was. "You're over exaggerating..."

"Nope, nuh-uh." He says, leaning in and kissing you again, but only for a second this time, before he pulls away. "Not having any of that self-doubt nonsense."

"You're incredible,"

kiss

"Smart,"

kiss

"Gorgeous,"

kiss

"...Perfect."

You find yourself giggling as he kisses you over and over again. It's like some invisible barrier was unlocked with the first one, and now it just feels so normal, so right to be kissed by him.

"Niall, stop it, I get it, I get it.." You say through giggles, trying to hold him back a little bit. He finally stops, just looking down at you in utter adoration, the sweetest smile on his face.

"...I like you a lot, y/n. Like, a lot a lot, if you couldn't tell..." He starts, his voice getting softer, more genuine. "...I really want things to work out between us, want this to work out."

When you sense the slightly more serious tone to his voice, you feel your chest tighten just a bit. It's all fun and games until you actually have to think about it. You nod your head, trying not to bite your lip.

"Me too, Niall... I do like you a lot, it's just..." You say, trailing off a bit as your eyes drift away from his. "I, um... I haven't had a lot of luck in the past... with the whole relationship thing, you know?"

Niall just nods his head, his eyes on you soft and reassuring, giving you your space to speak and explain yourself before he says anything.

"A lot of people have really hurt and broken me... And deep down, I know that you aren't one of those people, Niall, but it's hard for me to suddenly trust you without having some doubt that you'll just do the same thing."

Niall takes a moment to process your words, both of his hands moving to lightly hold onto your waist, keeping you close and hoping to provide a little bit of comfort as you talk.

"...First of all, I want you to know that any guy who has treated you anything less than perfect like you deserve is an absolute twat. I don't get how anyone could look at you and hurt you. You're too sweet for that." His eyes don't leave yours as he speaks, and you can tell how genuine he is. How serious. He truly means ever word leaving his lips.

"And secondly, I understand. I'm willing to wait for you. I'll prove that you can trust me, do whatever I can to earn it, and give you the space to do so. I'm not going anywhere, petal. You can count on that."

No one's ever spoken to you like this, with such certainty and care. He's making it so easy for you to fall for him. You might always find it a bit scary, but right now you're certain that he'll be right there with you every step of the way.

"...Christ, Niall, you're gonna make me cry.." You say, letting out a small chuckle as you look away and wipe your eye, feeling tears building up from his kind words.

When Niall sees this, he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest as one arm wraps around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. "It's okay... I'm right here. I've gotcha." He murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gently sways you both back and forth.

You stay like that for a while, wrapped up in Niall's arms in your kitchen, practically slow-dancing to the sound of the rain and thunder outside. You get that light feeling in your chest again, like your past fades away for the moment, and it's just you and Niall together. Right now, you're unsure of what exactly your future with Niall looks like, but what you do know is that in his arms, you feel safe. You feel like maybe a relationship with him is more possible than you thought. And maybe, just maybe, he'll be the one to help you get over the ghosts that have been haunting you.

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WE LOVE A MAN WHO'LL GET SOAKED FOR YOU!!!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober Recap and Masterpost 2023

Untitled Egg Poem Egg Yolk Splattered in a chipped bowl, Limitless potential Broken like the dawn.

Scared of wasted sunrise, Scared of loving white lies, Yearning, Wanting to breathe free.

Prison within a prison, Living without living, I am spinning, toiling, burning, Breaking, sifting, praying, learning, Nothing blooming Nothing growing Tears.

Crackling insanity, A song that boils within me A rhythm Setting me in stone.

And I'll claw in Like dandelions, Vines, like yeast and mold I'll make a mark one day, you'll see.

Rooted, I'll grow my thorns, It's not my fault for being born, Sorry if My laughter is too loud.

I'll make a reverie of mechanical monotony No more apologies Just me. Insects and wriggling larvae, Eggshell like lead paint chips, Star dust doesn't choose its shape.

Pigment from wilted roses, blood spilled by mistake, I refuse to ever break.

Not again.

Eggtober is over. We did it~ The poem doesn't really speak to a current state of mind. Just a pattern of maladaptive thinking I grew up having, being the weird kid. People like the rough edges a lot more when you grow up, I've found. Makes you interesting. Or maybe it's just easier to find your people when you're unapologetically strange online. And I like that Eggtober sort of embraces that. It's not a super serious Inktober challenge. Just a bunch of weird people drawing weird eggs. And I mean that in the best way. People expect there to be a "why" a lot. "Why eggs?" And sometimes there is a why. Sometimes I draw eggs to express something or to symbolize something. But sometimes there is no why. Sometimes it's just because an egg is easy or fun or comfortable. Sometimes an egg just feels right. Sometimes it's just to make something. Doesn't have to be poetic or meaningful. Sometimes you just draw an egg, and that's all it is. And I think a lot of discomfort around art is that everyone expects there to be a why, and if you don't have a why, then your art doesn't deserve to be seen. "Why do you like gorey stuff, kinky stuff, weird stuff? If you can't explain, I'm choosing to believe you're a freak and should be disallowed from creating." And I'm lucky, I think, to not be that popular. I don't get asked these sorts of things. But I see it happen to other people. And sometimes I get it. An answer to the why pacifies. I get uneasy with horror the same as everyone and I pacify it by reading the wiki and learning the secrets and understanding the why. But I think we need to get more comfy making up our own why, or get comfy with the knowledge that sometimes there isn't a why. Sometimes the little brain goblin decides there is no why. They just like the weird little eggs. And that's okay. And I think the reason we make up for other peoples' "why" should maybe stop being "because they're a weird little freak that likes degenerate things." Because yeah, maybe they are. But it's not a bad thing. And the world is a lot more interesting when we accept that we don't always know the why. And the why isn't always as simple as that.

I dunno. I'm rambling a bit. But I'm grateful to everyone that showed up and participated and shared and liked and just... enjoyed existing where the thing happening was lots of eggs and the "why" was just "why not?"

Hoping every one of you has a nice glass of your preferred warm beverage and stays nice and toasty for the rest of the year. (Shout out to the southern hemisphere folks if there are any. May you guys have an iced beverage of your choice and stay nice and cool for the rest of the year.)

Lots of thoughts about Eggtober 2023 and no good way to articulate them, but suffice it to say that having a loose amount of structure like this is very good on my garbage ADHD brain. If anything in the collage catches your fancy, here's the posts in order from the top left to the bottom right. May the rest of 2023 be sweet. I can't wait to see everyone again next year! And don't eat too much Halloween Candy at once, even if it is those yummy gummy fried egg candies.

Eggtober 2023 Posts in Order: (Unfortunately I didn't learn about the speedpaint feature until day 6 😢)

Eggtober 1st: Fried Egg on Green Eggtober 2nd: Lemon Fried Egg (Both Versions) Eggtober 3rd: Fried Egg Cake

Eggtober 4th: Poached Eggs and Asparagus Hollandaise Eggtober 5th: Sheet Pan Fried Eggs Eggtober 6th: Raw Egg (Both Versions)

Eggtober 7th: Painted Egg Eggtober 8th: Rice Crispy Eggs Eggtober 9th: Chocolate Souffle Eggtober 10th: Hot and Sour Soup

Eggtober 11th: Flan Eggtober 12th: Fried Eggs and Bacon Eggtober 13th: Ramen Eggs Eggtober 14th: Tiger Skin Egg

Eggtober 15th: Fried Egg with Berries Eggtober 16th: Cheesy Baked Cream Eggs Eggtober 17th: Mushroom Quiche Eggtober 18th: Cipriani Cake

Eggtober 19th: Pavlova with Strawberry Jam Eggtober 20th: Deviled Egg Eggtober 21st: Hard-boiled Egg and Mayo Eggtober 22nd: Scrambled Eggs with Cheese

Eggtober 23rd: Omurice Eggtober 24th: Shrimp Fried Rice Eggtober 25th: Uovo in Raviolo Eggtober 26th: Image of Fried Egg on Jack-o-lantern.

Eggtober 27th: Tea Egg Eggtober Eggtober 28th: Monster Eggs Eggtober 29th: Korean Egg Bread Eggtober 30th: Fried Egg on Magenta in the Stlye of @quezify

Eggtober 31st: Fried Egg on Burger Eggtober 31st Bonus: Egg Creature from SNOBBISM

Special thanks to my bae, @actualaster for the love and support, @hannikka for the encouraging words, @lady-quen for the ongoing collab, and @quezify for being the best host. Love you all! I am putting the King Sized Reese's and KitKat candy bars in your metaphorical Halloween bags.

[teeth--king]

Eats your Stardew Valley Elliott art

anyways! Ive seen barely anyone do this but what do you think Elliotts’ backstory is? Like what’s his relationship with his parents? You can draw and/or write it if you want :)

(i crave angsty backstory for Elliott…because I love him…)

Please, feast away! It brings me so much happiness that people are enjoying my Stardew Valley art so much! I usually make my own personal art, so dabbling in a little fan art and it going so well is very appreciated.(also all the nice comments and tags, those fuel me and make me go forward each day)

But for the main part of the ask, it takes so much for my little writer self to not just go hog wild and re-create characters who I get attached to. I have a love hate relationship with this, but it's very easy to do with Stardew characters because they are all so blank slate, those little buddies can be what ever you want because they are the perfect level of lovable yet bland. As for Elliott, yeah I'm a little more on the angsty side of backstory for him, partially from some dialogue and partially from some projecting, haha.

I am not the worlds best writer(despite the fact that it's technically what I do) so I apologize if any of this is a bit rough or odd sounding :P I also feel odd about writing and sharing backstories for already made characters as a creative myself, so this might also be a bit awkwardly worded on my end as well. So just a little heads up before my rambling thoughts below.

So I've always read him as no longer connected to his family due to his passions and actually following them. He's distanced himself from most people in his past, some intentionally and some outside of his control, to try and become who he actually wants to be. I feel like before he came to Stardew Valley he was working his ass off by not gracefully juggling both a job and trying to write at the same time, probably developed some bad habits during those times to cope. He tries to not show it and mask but being kind and welcoming(sometimes overly so if in a rough spot), he has too much ego to let others know he's not doing well chasing his dreams. After moving to Stardew Valley he's started to do a bit better but he's even more of a starving artist because he's just living off savings, most of which he used to buy the cabin. Man's got a male living space by slight necessity but plays it off as being a minimalist. Also no idea where I would place this otherwise, but he gives me the vibe that he has a more public facing persona where he's more flowery and puts on a slight voice, while in reality he's just a dude(still poetic tho, he can't stop that, theater kid vibes).

Ironically trying to not make him too much like my character Elliot. Both of these men are my current stress toys and I am throwing them around so much in my mind.

Ah! Thank you so much for this ask, it was a wonderful distraction for my night! I love answering stuff and getting to get my thoughts out of my head somehow. They are quite loud in there so I'm pleased to have them out and about now. This likely isn't everything but my brain works in such scattered and anxious ways that I am not sure. Thank you again!

[amethystfairy1]

Hello hello I gots some questions if you don’t mind

So we know some hybrids from different sub species that are in relationships like Lizzie and Joel and doc and etho but I was wondering if there were any specific sub species that only stay with their own type of sub species? And if there is, do or would they ever give others who are from the same sub species as them a glare if they saw a person from their same sub species in a relationship with a hybrid or mutant of different sub species? Example: Joel and Lizzie, would any of the cat hybrids ever do a double take on her being married to a butterfly hybrid? (I know they probably wouldn’t but this was for the sake of an example)

Is there a number in mind for how many different types of sub species are living in the under city? Or would it be like trying to count each specific m&m in a large bowl? Is there too many sub species to count or would you use a broad number like for example 1000 to get your point across?

Are there other new types of sub species you have in mind but haven’t talked about yet? (Ignore this question if it’s a large spoiler LMAO)

Are there any other sub species that have a bad reputation? I’m aware that creeper hybrids are know to be intimidating and most avoid them (at least I’m pretty sure) but are there any hybrids or mutants that when people learn what sub species they are they immediately hate and or dislike them? If so why or how did they get such a bad reputation?

(I really hope my questions weren’t annoying I just really enjoy your work and I had some questions!))

(I also apologize if any of these questions have been asked before)

Hello, hello! I never ever mind questions, I absolutely love them! Thank you for sending them over! ☺️

Alrighty, let’s see what we’ve got! 🏃‍♀️

1. Not really, no, or at least, I never intend to explore that. I think the closest we might get are perhaps blaze-borns or warden mutants, both of whom are known for being very solitary and keeping to their own areas, not usually living in the main cavern, but I don’t think there would be any sort of dislike/unhappiness from anyone if someone of that subspecies dated/married outside of it. The under-city is big, yeah, but it’s not that big so it’s always been common practice for people to mix and match. It’s just been growing more common than ever thanks to how Doc and Etho’s work has been connecting the various levels of the city like never before!

2. I think the m&ms in a bowl allegory is the best…there’s a LOT of them, I don’t want to put any sort of number on it just for the sake of IRL reasons, which are that I do make up parts of this AU as I go along, and I’d hate to give myself some pre-determined boundary for how creative and crazy we can get with all of these hybrids/mutants…so let’s just say A LOT and leave it at that.

3. YES and that is ALL I WILL SAY 😆

4. I think ‘bad’ reputation is the wrong way of putting it. No one necessarily has an immediate hatred for another based solely on subspecies. I mean, Ren and Lizzie are friends! And they’re literally a dog and a cat! But there are other sorts of reputations that can carry with someone’s subspecies. There’s Doc, of course, who we know is a sweetheart and a gentle giant but people are afraid of him because he’s nearly seven feet tall and terrifying-looking, that’s not his fault, though…and the augmentations aren’t exactly helping. 😭 We will also be learning more about dog hybrid clans with Ren, the deep dark with Cub, and blaze-born pyres with Tango, so through that I hope to show a bit more nuance in the traits and tendencies of all these various subspecies, because it is quite a lot of fun!

They were not annoying! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER FIND QUESTIONS ANNOYING! You’re giving me an excuse to ramble about a thing that lives in my brain and forced itself out in the form of a fanfic series, I am delighted so if you ever have any more questions send another ask! I will be happy to answer! (unless it’s spoilers but then I’ll just say that) so yeah! I’ve been having so much fun with the blog and the asks and the posts and stuff! So thank you for coming by! 💖

[ellzilla]

Hello! Please don't say mean stuff about my friend, while i don't know exactly what happened years ago it makes me sad to see someone say mean stuff about him :( i don't think you're a bad person, but he's a very sweet person and i don't want to see his feelings hurt.

I'm saying this kindly i just don't know how to show that through text :]

Quickly slapping this under a read more because although I'd love to answer privately simply to not bother other lads who follow me, I simply can't with anon asks!

Heyho, as I said in my tags I don't really have any illwill towards them! Although I called 'em bitchy, I call my best friends way worse things on a daily basis so I kinda forget to switch that off so I don't come across as actually mean and I apologize for that! tho I don't think I need to apologize for the 'mild annoyance upon thee' thing because that's the tamest jest I could think of. And sorry if it made you upset! didn't think anyone followed me who was mutuals with 'em or would even recognize who tf I was yammering about lol. Although it is my opinion they're Not Very Nice, espesh with how stressed they've always made me feel and how poorly they treated a pal of mine, I'm not rambling to be mean back. He coulda improved in the time since I've not known him so my opinions could be outdated! Simply got a lil heart pain before the hospital and reminded me of that moment lmao. Also idrc about what happened between him and me fuckin' donkeys years ago when we weren't even 17 yet bc like. Teenagers are fucking Dumbasses. Only beef I have is with people who were my current age and older back then so like, yeah don't sweat it, despite his [what looks like] hatred of me, my ramble about the last ever interaction I had with him isn't aiming to hurt or be mean or whatevs. Tho I am surprised he didn't block me considering the serious things he thinks about me. Hope all this comes off as chill or kind but tone does not translate through text like. At all. But sorry again if it came off as too harsh! My words are nothing but sandpaper sometimes. I just wish he wasn't so meanie pannini about my medical shmeat and said sowwy :(( /hj

[twistedprince]

Welcome to the mirror chamber..

Hai Hai!~ I'm Prince and i'm a (cringe) writer with no motivation \•○•/

I'm bad at talking to people and with words (yet am a writer, ironic) so i apologize in advance.

I'll most likely not post much for a while- energy, motivation, and confidence aren't the best lmao👍

RULES:

1. No politics, please.

2. Do not ask for donations.

..Yeah that's abt it, heh. I'll add more sometime, lmao.

WHAT I WILL WRITE FOR:

I will only write for male, gender neutral, and trans ftm readers.

I can try to do a reader of any age, tho old may not be very good😅

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, death, gore, angst comedy, suggestive, sh (depends tho), suicide, smut (do not request pls), platonic, and romantic... And angst.

Poly relationships (depends on the request n wat chars tho), character x reader, and SOMETIMES character x character (depends on what chars tho).

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE FOR:

Incest, rape, sa, abuse, pedophilia, beastophilia, ED, mental disorders, etc.

Female reader and pregnancy.

I will write for:

Riddle: romantic or platonic.

Tr#y: Please do not request, i can't write for him😭 (i would also gag every time i type his name lmao)

Cater: romantic or platonic.

Ace: romantic or platonic. (romance may be ooc)

Deuce: platonic only.

Leona: romantic or platonic.

Ruggie: romantic or platonic.

Jack: platonic only. (Will not do long fics- it'd be ooc)

Azul: mainly platonic, romance on rare accessions.

Jade: romantic or platonic.

Floyd: platonic only.

Kalim: platonic only.

Jamil: romantic or platonic.

Vil: romantic or platonic.

Rook: romantic or platonic.

Epel: platonic only.

Idia: mostly platonic, romance on very rare accessions.

Ortho: platonic only.

Malleus: mainly platonic, romance on rare accessions.

Lilia: romantic or platonic.

Silver: platonic only.

Sebek: romantic or platonic.

Crowley: platonic only. (sry hes my dad)

Crewel: romantic or platonic.

Trein: platonic only.

Sam: probably only platonic, i can try romantic tho.

Vargas: platonic only.

Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker (Che'nya): romantic or platonic.

Neige: platonic only.

Fellow/Ernesto(?): romantic or platonic.

Rollo: romantic or platonic.

Gino/Gidel: platonic only.

DNI:

Homophobes, Transphobes, Racists, Ableists, pedos, zoos, etc.

EXTRA:

If i do write smut then it'll either be the 3rd years or when the other characters are 18 (so the first years in their 2nd or 3rd one and the 2nd years after their birthday or in their 3rd year)

TAGS:

Answering an ask: Crow In The Court

Just rambling: Crow Caws

Ideas: Shiny Trinkets

Simping: Mating Dance (do crows even have mating dances??)

Fics: Puffed Feathers (ya know cuz birbs prob do that when they're proud ?? (donno if i'll ever be real proud of a fic but i digress (did i use digress right ??)))

Some of those are actual tags so i just add this emoji: 🐦‍⬛

Warnings:

SPOILER WARNING !!!

I am not responsible for who sees what here so anyone of any age can interact, i don't not care<3

My fics are not for everyone, i will write abt some triggering topics (only the ones i think i can write, ofc)

It'd probably take me a whileee to actually do requests cuz i'm really bad at doing things lmao.. Heeeh..

Please for the love of blåhajs, do NOT request female reader or pregnancy (or period unless it's ftm reader) I AM BEGGING YOUU-

There will be cussing, suggestive jokes, hate for fictional characters with no reason, uh.. Other stuff

Links:

OCS INFO POST:

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MASTERLIST:

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ABOUT THE THING BEHIND THE BLOG:

Names: Prince, Vincent, Cloud, X, Cotton Candy/CC, Kitti, and anything else.

Gender: Trans demiboy & agender.

Pronouns: He/It/They.

Birthday: April 25th.

Fav twst writers: SOLXAMBER AND POMEFIOREDOVE !!!!!!!!!!

Random twst shit idek: TR#Y CL#V#R AND THE MIRROR'S #1 HATER!!!! Dire Crowley's son no cap not clickbait totally real i will sell trade my father for him PLEASE- Deuce, Idia, Ortho, and Gino/Gidel, are my childs. "BROTHER MALLEUS" I yell as they drag me to a white padded room. #1 VIL THE MUM, EPEL THE SON, LEONA THE DAD/EX-HUSBAND, ROOK THE WEIRD ASS BOYFRIEND LOVER AND SPREADER

Random personal shit idek: Femboi. I have too many likes. And OCs. I love my OCs. I have to fight demons bigger than the NRC boy's trauma to not make fics out of every idea i have and then reread it and delete everything. May be otherkin idk if iz the right term lmao. Shifter. Currently trying to shift to twst (keep getting distracted). Am tryin to stream more on REALITY (iz a v-tubing app). Also gots a Pinterest account. Am shit at math please don't ask me to do it😭-

If ya wanna know more, pls ask, i like talking

Okii that's all~ thank you for reading, sorry if this was too confusing n stuff lmao

ALSO PRETTY PLEASE GIVE ME FACTS ABT RANDOM ASS SHIT (ESPECIALLY SHARKS AND CROWS AND CLOUDS AND RAIN AND STARS AND SPACE AND THE OCEAN AND EVERYTHING) AND AND ALSO PLEASE TEACH ME ABT EVERYTHING TOO I'M BAD AT LEARNING (Teach me abt grammer n writing so i can do this fanficing stuff properly lmao)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

MIRAMIRAMIRACLEEE

I have to ask. Do you think phainon and nagi would get along? Yes? No?

Counter question: why do you like nagi 🎤?

Counter counter question: if you watched HQ, who's your favorite character?

(I'm sorry if these have been talked abt before TT? This is me wanting to get to know my new moots :>>)

CEEEE HELLO BELOVED!! omg no worries i am always glad to chat hehe i will say that if i start talking about why i like nagi it WILL end up as another essay so i’m just going to link my response to when gwen asked a similar question here because seriously if i start talking about that guy i do NOTTT stop i’m so insane about him it’s so bad 😭😭😭

as for whether i think phainon and nagi would get along…hmm i think phainon is generally a sweet and easygoing guy so i feel as though he would definitely not have any issues with nagi!! and honestly i think nagi wouldn’t mind him. he tends to actually appreciate/make friends with people who are a lot more energetic than him and i can see them having a relationship a lot like his with chigiri (who IS his best friend in bllk aside from reo…I HAVE PANELS TO BACK THIS UP i will always be the number one chiginagi supporter LFJDJD chigiri fw nagi way more than he does with reo) LMAOO sometimes nagi might pull faces at phainon being such a puppy because he is very much a lazy house cat but overall i think they would get along and a friendship with someone like phainon would probs be good for nagi all told 🙂‍↕️

SO i actually have not watch hq!! i am not really one for sports animanga i get quite bored of it quickly…bllk is kinda insane which is why i managed to get through but even then it was like. it was tough 😓 if bllk didn’t have seishiro nagi i would NOTTTT have stayed LMAO ngl bllk has such an attractive and interesting cast THEY ARE WASTED IN SOCCERLAND 🗣️🗣️🗣️ nagi’s death symbolism and imagery is just too cool to only be used in particularly intense soccer games LFJDJD but anyways yeah i never watched hq!! this is also just a mira ™️ thing but i could never get over the art style either…their heads are so…Round…😰😰😰 LIKE YOU CAN USE PI • DIAMETER TO FIND THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF THOSE THINGS IFKDLDKDN I’M SORRY i’m so bad for saying that i know it’s a wonderful show just not for me i think!!

AHH FR NEVER APOLOGIZE literally i will always ramble about anything and everything i get so excited receiving and answering asks hehe

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☆ hawk talk 8/21/23 ☆

um so not gonna say a lot bc i woke up like two minutes ago to blow my nose and i already want to go back to sleep bc oversleeping is my disease now

so my apologies if this is like bad and short

i'm just very tired and woke up In the middle of the night and wanted to do something

um okay science!!

i had a sore throat this morning and i still had it during science so i wasn't that awake

BUT

Mr. E asked what a rube goldberg machine was and my hand darted up so fast and it was lowkey such a xander hawthorne moment <3

and when i answer questions, my science class doesn't all turn their heads to me !!

it really helps my anxiety when people aren't looking directly at my face during public speaking

many turned their bodies and/or ears to me but there was no eye contact

ik it seems miniscule to them, but i really appreciate it

oh and this bitch doesn't wanna work on the part of the project i told her to do

like i already did the writing portion so in order for everyone to do something,, her and emers need to do the drawing

and the bitch was shit at it

but it won't bring my grade down or anything bc if u don't do anything in the group, (her idea of doing smth is "giving the idea in the first place") u don't get any credit

so then i got to math

lanie came up to me and gave back my copy of the outsiders that i lent her. she said she like the book !!

um and then we had to do these state mandated tests

that wasn't actually as difficult as i thought it would be??

it was cool

and then on my way to lunch ben comes up from behind me and is like

b: i didn't know you had split lunch?

m: yeah on even days i have first lunch

b: huh i looked and hadn't seen you in the cafeteria

m: *chuckles* oh yeah i've seen you

*kinda longish pause*

b: where do you sit?

m: wherever there's room 🤷‍♀️

b: i sit way in the back near-

m: near the bathrooms?

b: yeah (think i might've freaked him out a little bc apparently observing people since i have no friends at first lunch is weird ig??)

b: this uh one guy i sit with at lunch is cool and all but *groans and kinda paused bc he's annoyed* makes the CORNIEST JOKES like i think he's cool and all but LIKE- *cuts himself off* (and then he sorta rambled a lil, It was cute)

so we ended up sitting across from each other on that corner table and it was nice

didn't talk much since there was a group of girls on the left of me in a conversation with him for a bit and i didn't wanna interrupt

so i just observed and i tried not to observe too much so yeah

but everytime they were done talking to him we kept showing each other these tiktoks

AND HE SHOWED ME A FEW CAT TIKTOKS SO I THINK HE MIGHR BE AN ENJ9YER OF GATITOS ✨️✨️

CNRJFJRHGJRJGHRHHJFJFJ

..okay i am calm now.

so then we said our goodbyes anddd yeah

OH MY GOD SO THE GIRL NEXT TO ME IN BROADCAST IS ASIAN-LATINA AND I LOVE HER

THERE'S A TOKEN GRINGA AT EVERY TABLE I SIT IN IN ALL MY CLASSES AND I'M SO GLAD SHE ISN'Y ANOTHER ONE

SO ME AND THE GUY ACROSS FROM ME ARE MEXICAN AND SHE (HER NAME IS RY) IS DOMINICAN SO HELL YEAH

and then wr have the token gringa who gets mad we call her that because she's "part german and russian"

like bitch you white

sucks for you

(yes, ik, russia is technically part of asia but she said a very low percentage so yeah we call her gringa)

ANYWAY

ME AND RY WERE LITERALLY ON THE CLASSROOM FUCKING FLOOR DYING BC WE STARTED TALKING BOUT OUR DADS AND HISPANIC CULTURE AND EVERYTHING

and then class ended :(

OH AND WE HAD TO DO A RECORDING OF THE LINCH MENU AND I RECORDED SO MUCH HALLWAY TEA 👀 👀

and THEN class ended :(

and then we got to color a little project in science lab bc my teacher is lovely and she adores me <3