#close so i was being v chill so everyone 1) knew it was my sister and not some customer coming in late and 2) her friend wouldnt be uncomfy

[marveloussupernerd]

OKAY. The only reason I’m sending this into you is because you seem to also be a fan of Taylor’s music. I hope you don’t mind! :)

This isn’t really a request, more like 2 random HCs I had while listening to Evermore. I’m not asking you to writing anything if you don’t want to. I just thought they were interesting!

Senario 1: what if in the RFA-universe MC was their version of Taylor Swift.

(Meaning her music was known world-wide, she had a massive fan base, she was known for writing stories about her personal life experiences and any album she released would go #1 immediately). Imagine one day she is sitting at the piano writing a song about a young women who turned down her engagement to the love of her life because she was suffering with mental issues (Champagne Problems). IMAGINE how sad the RFA+V+Searan would be when they think she is writing this from personal experience.THEY WOULD BE SO SAD. LMAO.

Senario 2: this one is a little more angsty

Imagine Saeyoung has been working on a task Jumin gave him for the past month. Imagine MC writing Tolerate It while sitting alone on the roof or in their shared bedroom. Imagine her telling herself that it’s all in her head but her insecurities get the better of her. Imagine Searan not knowing how to help but trying his best. Now I’m just sad..... T-T

bOnuS: imagine their reaction to No Body, No Crime. They would be like: “Mc? Did you kill someone?????” Lmao.

Wow genius stuff right here ! Also YES I love Taylor Swift... I have since fearless but honestly I’ve only listened to the entirety of her newest 3 albums oops

This will be multiple parts, also headcannon style? Imma play around w that tell me if you hate it tho

I showed this to my sister (who hasn’t listened to Taylor since 1989) and she goes you NEED to write this

MC is the in-universe Taylor Swift

Part 1: Sad Lyrics

A lot of these are them thinking the songs are about them

Zen (Champagne Problems):

He tries not to bother you while you’re writing

If you’ll let him sing with you to work on songs you’re planning on collaborating w guys on (think exile) he’s so there for you

He loves singing and has always loved your songs

But, as an actor himself, he respects the process and the alone time you need when you’re working on something new !

However

When he hears you singing Champagne Problems

Turning down a proposal because you just weren’t there mentally

Why is he... crying all of a sudden

I’ll tell you why bc if you don’t cry listening to the bridge of Champagne Problems you’re stronger than me

Waits until the piano stops

Then comes in

He has tears literally running down his face

“Zen! Are you okay?”

He plops down onto the bench next to you, pulling you into the biggest hug, which you, of course return

“We don’t have to get married. I’ll never pressure you like that. Are you okay? Do you need to talk about it?” He’s rambling

“It’s just a song Zen”

You have to rub his back to help him feel good enough to get through a sentence without crying

“I thought... I thought that really happened to you.”

Oh Zen, they’re not all based on your personal experiences

“It was so good though! It’s going to have everyone crying. Please tell me it’s on your next album.”

You have tears bc he’s so sweet !!

of course it’s on the next album

Yoosung (Coney Island):

Is dead silent when you’re writing

You literally don’t even notice he’s there

He gets jealous when you FaceTime other artists to work on a collaboration

They are literally so much better than him

And you’ve dated all these famous people

WHY are you with him !?

ANYWAYS

when he hears you playing Coney Island

He’s SOBBING

“Did I do something wrong!?”

“What? No? Of course not Yoosung”

Then why were you singing that

Not everything you write is what you’re experiencing right now

You had to explain to him that that song... you wrote it visualizing the pain you would feel if you lost him

Oh.

For real ??

And then he spirals into telling you how you’d be better off with one of your co-writers or whatever

But... you didn’t write the song thinking about your team

You wrote it thinking about him

It’s hard for him to understand

But when the album comes out... he listens to that song a lot

And still sobs like a baby every time

Jaehee (Exile):

Loves and respects your work

Not all your songs are her sort of thing

You make your newest albums a little more chill so she’ll enjoy them

You’d never tell her that though

You’re literally in a call with the guy you’re collaborating with working on exile

Singing about a failed relationship... for the second time

And experiences with bad relationships in general

It makes her worry that she messed up

Is this about the fight you two had a few months ago!? Did she make the same mistake? Are you thinking of leaving her

Waits until the call is over

“The song sounds beautiful.” Is all she can say

But you know her

“It’s not about you Jaehee”

“I love you like crazy the song isn’t about you”

Needs lots of affirmation bc that SCARED Her

The song is so good but she can’t listen to it more than like once or twice

She’s embarrassed that she thought it was about her

Little does she know you did write some songs about her... but only the happy ones

Jumin (Tolerate It):

He’s been busy with work

Buys a radio station that only plays your music though so he can listen to you all the time

Falls asleep to your singing voice bc it’s so comforting

You’re the media’s favorite couple

They’ve been speculating the two of you have been dating for a few albums now

Paper rings kinda gave it away huh

You thought he was working

Worked through writing a song about love that isn’t well-reciprocated

Honestly... you’re crying while writing it

It’s about an ex !! But also some lines make you miss getting to spend time with Jumin

He just stands there in the doorway

He doesn’t interrupt. Waits until your done

Heart breaks to see you crying

He’s shed a tear or two

Kneels down next to the bench

“I’m so sorry” is all he can say

“No!” Another tear down your face. “It’s not about you!”

He’s gently wiping away your tears

“I haven’t been here enough for you.”

“I’m okay. It’s okay. It’s not about you.”

“But it’s a wake up call. I’m building a home office so I can spend more time with you.”

Not a bad idea.

707 (Marjorie):

IF YOU DONT CRY EVERY TIME YOU HEAR THIS SONG

Again you are braver than me

Anyways Saeyoung can’t get it through his head WHY you like him / started dating him

Your relationship is completely off the radar thanks to him

Which means you DON’T write songs about him much because you don’t want speculation

You wrote this one after you read a sad fan fiction

Sobbing

I literally can’t sing during the bridge of this song I CRY

He listens to you. As you sob through the song. About how the person’s beloved died but they can still hear her and feel her in themselves

He sniffles

Interrupts you partway through

“Baby? Are you okay?”

You sniff and nod

“Is your mom okay? Your aunt? Your friend? Did someone die? Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m alright.”

But... you’re crying so much how are you okay

“I’m going to need to work on singing this without being emotional” you joke, wiping your tears

“Wait... it’s not my fault right? I didn’t die or anything.”

“Huh!? No. This is about a fanfic”

He laughs, pushes you lightly

“YOU HAD ME WORRIED!”

V (Illicit Affairs):

He sits with you during your songwriting process

Sometimes will even suggest lyrics to you if he’s feeling bold

He’s shocked with how quickly Illicit Affairs comes to you

Singing about breaking off an affair that has torn you apart and feels one-sided and

Uh... are you okay? You never mentioned something like this before

“My Love,” he stops you, “did this happen to you? Did somebody do this to you?”

“Oh. No I’m okay.”

You’re smiling

He was so worried

“And this isn’t about us right?”

Of course not. Everyone knows the two of you are together

“Of course not.”

He smiled. “I was worried about you.”

You giggle, kissing his cheek

“You showed me colors I can’t see with anyone else,” he recommends. “Or something like it.”

“V? Are you okay?” How the tables have turned.

“That’s how I feel about you. All love though. No angst.”

Saeran (This Is Me Trying):

This one is actually about him

You try to only work on your songs when he’s working or when he’s out

You try to spend as much time with him as possible to help with his coping process of everything that’s happened to him

But it’s easy to feel overwhelmed.

He wakes up in the middle of the night with a nightmare

Hears you singing in the other room. He knew you did this at night, it’s okay with him but... he really could use your help right now

Pads over to the door, standing outside until he can gather the courage to interrupt you

He feels pitiful

And then he hears you singing about how you’re struggling with your relationship and everything going on but you’re trying your best

He just sits outside the door. He can’t confront you right now. You’re feeling this way because of him. Maybe he deserves the nightmares

Luckily you’re planning on going to bed and see him when you try to leave the room, curled up on the floor.

“Did you have a bad dream?” You ask, joining him on the floor, pulling him close to you

All he can do is timidly nod

“Come in next time. Nothing is more important than you. I promise you that.”

He shakes his head. “I’m making things hard on you. With your job and your mental health and you trying to help someone so broken...”

His voice cracks. He wants to cry

“Saeran...”

There’s so much you could say.

This song is too sad

Later you’ll add a line about wanting him. Wanting to be with him despite all the trouble

But for now... you’ll be with him

Holding him.

Taking him to bed

Hugging him

Staying awake a little longer just in case he gets another bad dream

You were trying your best. The best thing you could do was be there by his side

He slept a little lighter. It was comforting to know that even though it was hard for the both of you, you were doing it, and you loved him

[des-draws]

it's officially July but I'm still on pride mode!!! can't stop won't stop

Here are my lgbt+/queer hcs for class 1(g)A(y)!!! Here's what they are in case you don't recognize all of the flags (bc let's be real before I started coloring this I wouldn't recognize at least a few of them either ;^; ), strap in bc it's going to get l o n g:

(also they’re listed in the order they’re shown in the deviantart post rather than this one oop)

- Ojiro is trans!! I feel like he prefers being stealth but still celebrates with all his classmates because it's such a special occasion :') - Tooru is pan and a demigirl!!! It's her first pride and she's hyped!!!! And full of love!!!!! Love Is Stored In The Tooru!!! - Todoroki is a gay demiboy!! His trauma has made his experience with gender rather vague and blurry but he's still happy to have a label to somehow describe himself!! He's using End*vor's credit card to buy all of his friends pride merch!! - Midoriya is bi and trans!! He's been so happy to see his friends discover themselves and even more so to see them celebrating :') - Iida is bi!! As the second of the three members of the Rich Kids Club, he also wants to support and reaffirm his friends by buying them pride stuff!! - Kirishima is gay and trans!! I hc that he's been basically the class' go-to for gender identity/sexuality stuff bc he's been out-and-proud since Day 1 until pretty much everyone had a big coming-out ("I'm gay!" "Cool! I think I might be bi! :0c" "I...might...not be a girl???" "I'm pretty sure I'm [ace/genderfluid/etc.]" "What's that?" "Oh, it's [...]" "...might have to look into that. I think it might fit me too?" " :'D !!!!! " ) (he probably cried bc he was so proud of everyone) and then things calmed down a bit . He's a tinsy bit sad ppl no longer come to him for it but he pushes it down because he's just so!!!!!! happy to be surrounded by so many ppl like him!! - Bakugou is gay, trans and demisexual!! The last part was the hardest for him to figure out and he spent a lot of time being confused at other people, it was when Sero shared his own orientations that he thought maybe he wasn't as alone as he had thought :') - Uraraka is bi!! She's spent years thinking her crushes on girls were just her being jealous/wanting to be friends with them/not as important/stong as the crushes she's had on boys. She's getting over that internalized stuff now and I'm proud of her!! - Tsuyu is a trans girl and a lesbian!! She's been very open about wanting people to call her "Tsuyu-chan" because she chose that name herself!! And she's so happy that everyone here is supportive of her and each other!! - Yaomomo is also a lesbian!! This is her first pride, she's so excited to see all these people with different identities and experiences come together, and while she could easily create pride merch herself she much rather prefers supporing the indepentent LGBT+/Queer creators selling their own! (Hence why she bought two different variations of the lesbian flag for both her and Jirou!) (and probably many more of the stuff you see everyone wearing lol) - (Speaking of,) Jirou is also also a lesbian and also nonbinary!! Her only connection to girlhood is her love for other girls, but other than maybe updating her wardrobe a little she doesn't mind presenting femininely. - Sero is asexual, demiromantic and genderflux!! He's v. chill about everything, he probably found out and was like "Oh. Ok cool. I'm hungy" like he has a very laid-back attitude abt his identity/orientation but he Will defend his friends' to hell and back. Group mom heck yea - Kaminari is bi and nonbinary!! He was scared shitless to the point of losing sleep when he started figuring out that he miiiight like boys too, and even more so when he realised he might not even be a boy?? Thankfully being surrounded by so many supportive people (and having Kirishima as one of his closest and more trustworthy friends) helped him accept himself :') - Mina is pan and trans!! She's always been very open about being a Romantic™ but rather than being the Disaster Pan that gets flustered around everyone, she's the Disaster Pan that flirts shamelessly using Terrible pick up lines ("If we were dating...heh.....let's just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore ;) " was the first ever thing she said to Kirishima, which earned her an extremely confused and somewhat flustered "I'm????ga y???? ???????" (it was the first time he'd admitted it out loud so he kinda thanks her for that) ) - Tokoyami is bi and trans!! A while back I read a fic that happened to have trans Tokoyami in it and was like "You know what. Yeah I can see it!" Emo culture is probably what helped him realize, with it playing around with and disregarding gender stereotypes and everything. - Aoyama is transmasculine, genderfluid and aromantic!! For the longest time he'd much rather have people mistake him for a feminine/gnc boy rather than a girl. It took him a while to come to terms with his aromanticism, since pretty much everyone expected him to be gay- he kinda expected it himself too, since he never liked girls that way, so?? But when he found out about the term "aromantic" it was like a weight lift off his shoulders. - Shoji is netrois and androsexual!! He knew he liked boys early but he's avoided dealing with figuring out his gender out of fear that he'd be disappointed- he's only ever seen nonbinary/genderqueer people depicted as androgynous and much smaller in stature than himself, so he thought he'd never fit. Seeing everyone else come out (especially the other nonbinary classmates of his), he stopped hesitating and starting working on coming to terms with himself!! - Satou is asexual and panromantic!! I don't really have much reasoning for this, I never really thought about it (or Satou himself) but when the time came to draw this I was like "Satou likes baking.....and puns are ace culture......FOOD PUNS!!! OF COURSE!!!" I'm sorry glkjhklhfdlkhj; - Koda is a trans boy!! He's had trouble recognizing it at the start because he's always been soft-spoken (almost nonverbal) and timid and kind, and """"those aren't traits of a boy""""" but he was so happy when he hit puberty and started growing So Much in stature due to his genes and people started "mistaking" him for a boy!! He came out to his parents almost immediately bc compassion and kindness seems to run in the family and he knew he'd be accepted even if they didn't completely understand!! He was more scared to come out to his classmates but when two, three, four of them come out and are accepted for being trans boys, he knows he'll be safe with them too. - And finally, last but not least, Aizawa is gay and trans!! He might act somewhat aloof about this stuff, but secretly he's very happy that his kids students all have eachother's support, and most of them their families'. Part of him is a little bitter and wishes he had the same kind of support system in their age, but he's going to be there for them if they need him nonetheless. He has his own support system now, and that matters a lot, too.

But wait!! There's M O R E !!!!! - I always love love LOVE how fanartists/editors give some of the characters more animal-like features, so I did that too!!! I went Full-on-Frog with Tsuyu (and I'm rather proud of how she came out (lol) ), but also I gave Mina some Sharp Chompers and a Fluffy lil' tail bc It's What She Deserves, and Ojiro a lil' toof poking out and ears that sharpen a lil bit at the tips? I hc that as he grows, other than his tail he'll start growing more animal features like that- sharper teeth, longer ears, claws and also, get ready.....pawbeans........the last ones give him Heck when they start growing out, and he needs his palms massaged at least once a day while they do :'( His legs get weird too and they end up looking more like a wolf's back legs :0c - I gave a lot of them freckles!!!! bc I Love Freckles!!!!!! also, as my sister very eloquently pointed out, I gave Uraraka "A R M S,,,,," bc. let's be honest. the girl got martial training she's not a twig - Sero is holding the polyamorous flag behind himself, Kaminari and Mina bc.. u guessed it,, they're all dating each other,,,,, lotsa smooches and cuddling and shenanigans bc there's only maybe one(1) braincell between the three of them and most of the time sero has it - Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Yaomomo, Koda and Aizawa are also autistic. Yes all of them. No I won't explain. (unless you ask in good faith and want to share your own hcs pls ask me then I'll explain everything and you can expect it to be as long as this description!!!!!) (I might draw something about it when it's April again maybe *thinking emoji* ) - Oh!!! and Tooru, Kaminari and Mina are ADHD. Kirishima is also dyslexic. - Bakugou has been losing his hearing ever since he entered U.A.- sure he's always used his quirk but never freely to that extend and with so much power behind it, so getting into fight after fight with such close proximity to explosions that big really did a number on his ears. He can hear a little better with the right one than the left, so Kirishima has gotten used to walking by his right side before his custom hearing aids came in, and then just stuck to that. Bakugou's custom hearing aids block out any noise above a certain volume bc let's assume technology has advanced to do that. When he and Kirishima started thinking about working together as heroes even after they graduate, Bakugou requested custom ear protectors with similar block-out features as his hearing aids for Kirishima so his ears aren't damaged by working so close to Bakugou (Kirishima cried). - I'm actually quite flexible on which of the two I hc as trans, or if I hc both of them to be. The "both gay + demi Bkg" is pretty set in my interpretation of them, but I find it interesting how their friendship/relationship could manifest and grow somewhat differently depending on if both of them are trans or if only one of them (and depending on which one of them it is). They're still the same loud rowdy boyes we know and love but there's different conversations to have and difficulties to tackle between them based on that factor alone, and frankly? I Adore It.

Okay that's all!!!! I think. Thanks for reading, if you did!! And if not, I completely understand lol

I hope you had a great pride month!!

[dylan-o-yumm]

Perfect Timing - (Part 1)

Think of this as a long ass prologue????

Request: If it's not too confusing.. Could you do an imagine where Nero has a fem friend who he always thought of as a sister until V showed up and started taking her attention away from Nero ((I live for the friend to lovers trope and childhood friend to lovers is my ultimate weakness, i love your writing very much thank you for all you do, keep up the good work!))

Notes: This is a Nero/Reader/V story that will last about 3 (maybe more) parts. Thank you to the anon that requested this, I loved it so much that I am turning it into a little series XD 

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

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The van was quiet, which was odd since there were now more people inside than there usually were. While the space felt a little cramped with five people, including yourself, it was oddly relaxing for some unknown reason. There was a naked woman wrapped in a white sheet and a mysterious, ebony haired male sitting on the van’s step, Lady and V. You didn’t know much about the short haired woman, only having met her once before when you picked up some bits and pieces from Devil May Cry for Nico, but V was a complete mystery to you. Luckily for him, he was proving to be quite useful, having not set off any red flags yet. 

You were leaning against the narrow bathroom door inside the van, arms crossed as you enjoyed what little time you had to rest your aching muscles and tired eyes while you waited to head out, a soft frown on your lips as you let your eyes droop. You weren’t exactly keen on strutting into the abandoned train station any time soon, but it just so happened to be the quickest way to the big guy himself, Urizen. The soon to be king of Hell if he isn’t knocked off of his throne soon. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of him. The guy damn near sent shivers up your spine and a chill all throughout your bones. If Dante, the Legendary Devil Hunter himself, couldn’t take him down/got his ass handed to him on a silver platter, then how the hell were you and Nero meant to defeat him? You were both very skilled, no doubt about it, but you were only human and Nero was missing an arm! Luckily he had Nico to whip up some devil breakers for him, which would hopefully be a lot of help against the giant demon. 

You had been tagging along with Nero the whole time so far, helping him along the way to fight demons and take down the roots, even though he was more than capable of doing just fine, if not better, on his own, without you to worry about. You had been his little side kick for a few years now, ever since the Fortuna incident. The two of you made a pretty good pair, having known each other for so long meant that you could fight and protect one another much easier now without getting in each others way. When you first started fighting along side him, you were nothing short of clumsy, always bumping into each other and almost getting caught by a blade or bullet. However, after working together for so long, you grew to know each other’s fighting patterns and eventually became a very deadly duo.

However, after meeting the mysterious, tattooed goth, you suddenly wanted to leave Nero’s side, just for a short while, to help out the poor poet. V wasn’t as physically capable of defending himself like you or Nero were, and while he had made it this far on his own, he was slowly wearing out and everyone could tell. He was breathless a lot of the time, seeming exhausted to the point where you were certain he was going to faint. Sure he had his summons to help him along the way, but you felt that going along with him would give him the extra protection he needed. You were merely human, but you had been somewhat of a help to Nero, so why not lead a helping hand to someone who actually needs it? 

You grab the young devil hunters attention by saying his name in a calm, quiet tone, pressing off the bathroom door and letting your arms fall to your sides as you stride over to him. He was in the back of the van, grabbing new devil breakers to add to his belt as he got ready to head out. You end up standing close enough to him that your boots scuff against his, reaching a hand out to gently yank the fabric covering his elbow when you realise he didn’t hear you say his name. He jolts a little, either surprised at your presence or close proximity, you couldn’t quite tell. He regained his calm and collected expression quickly, not bothering to look in your direction while he continued to browse for devil breakers, instead he hummed to indicate that he was listening. 

“I’m gonna go with V this time. I’ll catch up with you along the way, yeah?” You mention, seeming unfazed that you were suggesting leaving him on his own after so many years of teaming up even though you were a little nervous. You managed to grab all of Nero’s attention with that. The way he placed down the heavy arm and ignored what he was doing in the first place, turning to face you with a shocked expression as he swallowed nervously, made you a little worried for what his reaction would be. Was he not going to let you go? Did he not trust V enough to let you be alone with him? If he really wanted you to stay with him for whatever reason, whether it be to help him or just because he liked the company, you would stay if he asked. 

“You sure? It’s been a while since we’ve split up.” He asked with a hint of a frown on his face, the space between his eyebrows creasing every so slightly when he took a half step to the side to get a better look at your face, probably wondering if you were joking or not. You were surprised he straight up asked you if you were certain instead of dismissing what you said, telling you leaving with V wasn’t going to happen. Maybe he wanted you to leave? Was he sick of having to constantly keep an eye on you even though you were more than capable of defending yourself? Maybe he just wanted some time alone?

“Yeah, I know. But, I think he could use the extra help.” You sigh, turning back to look at the ebony haired man, slightly turning his head to the side to converse with Lady who looked both confused and nonchalant about him being there. It was strange how he always managed to look so calm, even when he was clearly exhausted and struggling, he kept the dangerous smirk on his plump lips and that mysterious glimmer in his eye. Either way, no matter how tired he might be, he sure was attractive…

“Does he know you’re planning on tagging along with him, or are you not giving him a choice in the matter?” Nero chuckled, picking up the devil breaker again and gesturing over to V with it which made you turn back to face him instead, shaking your head slightly with a smile. Nero definitely knew you well, probably knowing exactly how the conversation with V went down, because yes, you did talk to the poet about it and he seemed more than happy to have you join him. 

Earlier, you had seen him headed towards the van slowly, so you raced out and caught up with him to walk the rest of the way back together, just to keep him company for the short distance. You didn’t miss how he slowed down his pace even more, probably to extend him time alone with you, but you didn’t mind, he was very pleasant to be around so what was there to complain about? When you noticed his heavy, tired breaths, you had asked him if he wanted your help on the next leg of the mission, not even thinking twice about your offer. Not even thinking about what Nero might want… 

However, V stopped walking and looked at you with a hint of relief, trying his best to cover it up with a smirk. He shifted all his weight onto his cane, leaning forward slightly as he graciously said he’d much enjoy your company, to which you blushed and smiled dumbly at. He certainly had a way with words, which definitely added to his charm. How could you take back your offer after that? There was no way in Hell. 

“I did ask him, thank you very much. And he seemed very pleased that I even asked” You stated to Nero in a matter-of-fact tone with a hint of humour. You jab his shoulder playfully and walk around to his other side, now being the furtherest away from the front of the van as you grab a Gerbera off the bench and admire the hard work Nico had put into creating it. You scratch at the paint, mindful not to take any off, as you twist it this way and that, looking at all the intricate pieces put together.

You feel a hint of guilt wave over you the longer there is silence between you and Nero. You can’t help but wonder if maybe he does want you to stay with him, but is just too scared to say so. Maybe he has grown so used to having a partner in demon hunting that he’s worried he’ll suddenly be bad on his own? Okay, that’s a stretch. Theres also the other part of you that expects he will like some alone time fighting demons, not that he would ever prefer to ditch you, which you know, but everyone needs their space some times…

You gave him a side eye, not wanting him to see that you were looking at him, but he was facing away from you. From where you stood, it looked like he was staring at the back of V’s head, though you couldn’t see his face to read if it was a kind expression he held or not. Knowing Nero, he was a little worried to be sending you off with a guy he knows very little about and was thinking long and hard about whether to let you go or not. You almost dropped the devil breaker in shock when Nero suddenly turned back to face you, so fast that you were sure he gave himself whiplash. 

“If you think it’s the right think to do, just be careful… All right?” He said in a low, pleading tone. You half expected him to grab your shoulders and shake you until you promised you’d be cautious. Instead, he gripped his devil breaker in his hand tightly and pursed his lips, looking down at you like a puppy begging for treats. His concern was endearing, if he hadn’t made it so blatantly obvious many times before that he only saw you as a sister, you would be sure there were a deeper meaning behind his worries. 

“Always am.” You wink, bracing yourself by grabbing hold of Nero’s arm as you then stand on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Nero had leaned down slightly for you absentmindedly, his signature smirk occupying his face as he shook his head slowly. You were thankful he wasn’t putting up a fight or arguing with you on the subject, seeming a little hesitant albeit finding no problems with you traveling off with V. 

As a kiss on the cheek seeming to end your conversation with the young devil hunter, you turn away from him with a smile and make your way over to Lady and V, sending a nod to Nico who was sitting in the drivers seat, facing the two dark haired humans. Was V a human? He sure looked it… but so did Dante. V had his summons which wasn’t very human-like, though there was still the possibility that in this crazy, demon filled world, maybe humans could somehow possess demonic power without being a demon themselves… Right?

V senses your presence it seems, that as soon as you grab your weapons and stand back at the bathroom door, waiting for Nero to hurry up and be ready, he turns his head to look back at you. He smirks, like he always does, and bows his head slightly to cover his eyes with his dark hair as he asks in a low and calming tone if you are ready to head out. You give a nod, but don’t have the time to open your mouth and speak as Nero comes up beside you, Red Queen on his back and a new set of arms on his belt. 

“Let’s head out.” Nero sighs tiredly, seeming just as exhausted as you, while V seemed to be feeling it a lot worse than anyone. You couldn’t blame him though, he wasn’t exactly a demon hunter like yourself and Nero so he was bound to find killing demons tiring. 

V nods once before using his cane to help him stand up, saying a quick farewell to the two women as he steps out of the van and into the daylight. You follow behind him after telling Lady to take things easy since she popped out of a demon not so long ago, also blowing a kiss to the Artisan of Arms, then finally stepping outside. 

It was cloudy, but brighter than one would expect, warm even though you were sure rain would be falling down soon enough. Luckily, or not so lucky, that you would be headed into the underground train station so you would be sheltered. However, a little rain on your aching muscles sounded like heaven right now, and wandering into a demon infested, gloomy station, was not appealing in the slightest, but it had to be done. 

“Nero must be upset… to be missing out on your company.” V states lowly as the two of you begin walking towards the tunnel leading to the station, said tunnel being divided by a fence through the middle, giving you, V and Nero two different paths to take. You took a look behind you and saw that Nero was still in the van, speaking with Lady it seamed, but his eyes were on you and the poet. You noticed that he wouldn’t be able to hear you from the distance put between you and him, not that it mattered, but you put a smile on your face as you faced forward. 

“Nah. We’ve spent years together, I’m sure he can survive just one day without me.” You chuckled, sparing a glance at V walking with his cane. His lips curled as he hummed, tapping the cane louder with his final step at the tunnels entrance, peering down into the darkness as he waited for Nero to catch up. You took another look behind you and saw that the silver haired hunter was walking up towards the two of you, hand gripping his sword behind his back as he revved it three times until a small clicking sound was heard. 

His weapons scared you. Even his gun, Blue Rose was like firing a cannon, almost blowing your arm off when you attempted shooting it all those years back. You never wanted to touch it again after having intense shoulder pain for a solid two weeks because of firing one shot. You remember how Nero teased you and your frail bones countless times, preceding to show off his skills any time the two of you were off fighting demons. He sure liked to be cocky. 

“Who’s gonna go which way?” Nero asked casually as he finally stepped in line with you, stopping at the entrance to scan either side of the tunnel. To be fair, both sides looked like they belonged in a horror movie. You half expected a horde of zombies to start roaming towards you from inside, or a creepy lady with a white dress and long black hair that covered her face… Nope, just demons. Surprisingly, you’d take fighting demons over scary ghost ladies any day. 

“Left looks fun.” You stated sarcastically, looking to V who picked up his cane and held it off the ground in a firm grasp rather than walking with it like he was prior. He started forward, clambering over the debris and Qliphoth roots of the left side quickly and easily, before he was almost hidden behind the rubble. You did not like the look of this place at all, and watching V walk inside like it were nothing somehow eased your nerves, making you feel brave enough to enter as well. 

However, before you left, you stuck your fist out to the side, glancing at Nero with a look that said, ‘be safe, asshole’. He seemed to get the message, chuckling faintly as he, without question, stuck his fist out and gave you a fist bump like you intended. As if counting down silently together in your heads, the two of you jumped over your respected sides of the tunnel, both landing swiftly and quietly, being separated by the fence. 

You smiled through to Nero, letting him know that you’d be okay. He didn’t have to say it, but you could tell he was worrying about your safety more and more as time went on. It was a little daunting having to look at him through a fence, physically being separated even though in reality you were more than certain he could crash through the chainlink at any given moment if he really wanted to. 

However, you needed to clear as many areas as possible and the only way to do that, was to split up… 

Here’s Part 2 

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[totallycorrectteentitansquotes]

no but imagine the teen titans + teen titans east + honorary titans playing spin the bottle

anarchy 

(minus of course: mas y menos, the Kiddos raven watched (apparently official honorary, who knew), and mayyyybe kole idk how old she is she could be seventeen or twelve tbfh so i’ll just,,, leave her out,,, just in case)

so that’s a lot of people . and since i’m Smart��, i’m going to literally put all these dudes into a spinner and just spin it a bunch of times, and see who i get, and write about it, which is gonna be interesting, bcos the show gives many the Honorary Titans 0 personality. s c i e n c e 

also this is fun so it’ll probs get long, i’ll tag the people Chosen, and if you want to see them, go for it, otherwise, scroll on duderinos

1. hot spot and lightning. im screeching this is already so much more wack than i could make on my own. 

lightning would probs do this because ~earthen games brother let’s do it~ and then is hype hype hype UP until the moment he actually has to do it. can actual lightning turn pink? the answer is yes. hot spot is much better at feigning nonchalance, is internally screaming, but also, who can say they kissed nature? nobody, that’s who. it’s also lightning’s first kiss. they do it once when hot spot isn’t on fire, then someone (speedy) says he bet lightning wouldn’t do it if hot spot WAS on fire, so then they have to do it again just to prove speedy wrong. kissing lightning , hot spot claims, is weird bc lightning has no experience but there’s these little shocks that feel just so weird but good

2. Beast Boy and Speedy. oh my fuCKign goD

they would groan. loudly. and a lot. obnoxiously. “ughhhgHGHGH WHY’D IT HAVE TO BE YOU. I WOULD RATHER KISS MY OWN FOOT.” beast boy asks if he can do it as an animal (licking as kissing). the answer is no. they kiss, beast boy wipes his mouth dramatically, speedy spits. it’s not that bad, but they like the attention, obviously. bb says “be glad i didn’t cut ur mouth with my FANGS” and speedy’s like “calm down furry”. then everyone gets on speedy because he kissed the furry and he really regrets his life choices

3. Herald and Aqualad. hghkhghkfhkhkfhk

(fun fact, herald has Two Whole Sentences in personality in the wiki. therefore i am legally allowed to make up a personality for him thank you)

Herald has an initial jump at being Chosen by the Bottle but he mellows out p quick. also a little nervous about kissing some of them but aqualad’s not that bad. they have the same color scheme. it’s chill. aqualad has a whole facade that fools literally no one but herald kisses him without much fanfare. makes a joke about an underwater kiss being more romantic and speedy laughs so hard he falls over, even though it wasn’t that funny, which makes aqualad’s expression sour. but he can’t even get made at herald who’s laughing a little and is just a genuine human being, and also being mad at speedy is easy

4. Thunder and Kid Flash. cuuUUUTE

thunder i can see being all gentle giant and kid flash is so endeared by him, laughing and cracking jokes. theyre just . happy people and thunder is nervous and doesn’t want to hurt him and it’s just very pure all around. kid flash initiates it and just beams afterwards, proclaiming the two of them bros. he sits next to thunder for the rest of the night, poking him and talking to him, and thunder warms up to him and gets less nervous

5. Raven and Herald . oooh an entire canon interaction

raven wouldn’t be super hype about kissing anyone but if she chose to kiss someone it would be starfire or herald so she’s good. herald is just as laid back as ever and their kiss is the quietest yet. super chaste, basically a friend kiss (europeans do that some places, right?) honestly them together makes me happy, just two people who can bond over music and tea. everyone is disappointed at how calm it is, not dramatic at all, but it’s just like their personalities so. yes. love them. 

6. Jinx and Speedy. SCREECHES

okokokokok speedy would probably pale bcos kissing,,, jinx,,, isn’t that just INVITING bad luck,,, and jinx is lowky miffed bcos the one time the bottle lands on her it’s speedy she’s kissing,,, not even starfire,,, not hot spot,, not KF,,, disappointment. they kiss and they’ll literally never admit it but it was p nice. even if speedy’s hair poofed up in response to her magic lmaoo

7. Jericho and Jinx

jinx knows exactly zero (0) about jericho but they have j names so like, ,, bros. jinx knows asl which Everyone learns at that moment (does jinx have a sister?? she does now. im making one. she has a younger sister who’s supes sweet also deaf and is living with some good yet elderly people). jericho is delighted and their kiss is actually super sweet. absolutely nothing bad happens to jericho, speedy is quaking 

8. Starfire and Aqualad 

im. im kindof at a loss. they’re both confused at these earthen/surface people customs. starfire’s all for kissing, she doesn’t care, aqualad kinda goes “well there’s worse people to kiss”. and after they kiss starfire just Lights Up and starts talking to him in atlantean. he’s shocked and everyone who didnt already know learn that starfire Learns Languages via kissing

9. Kid Flash and Robin. SOME GOOD OL’ BIRDFLASH

they’ve absolutely kissed before don’t @ me. they crack tons of jokes, roll their eyes a bunch, everyone hypes em up. all around good feels of making fun of friends with the assurance that they won’t take any of it harshly. robin’s like, yo, go big or go home, let’s do a spiderman kiss, and kf goes UM HELL YES?? so of course they do the spiderman kiss and it’s so funny because they’re comfy with each other and everyone is just Laughing . good times

10 (finale). Starfire and Jericho aw cuuuuute

jericho is v quiet but she loves him a whole lot. he loves her too bc she’s just so sunshiney and has bright energetic emotions. their kiss is also v chaste and calming, nobody rlly hoots or hollers it’s just soft n happy yknow?? everyone loves them. the ppl who know jericho closely know he’s so much more than the quiet dude lol but they like him a lot anyway so ?? we stan

[paepsi]

EXO as dumb shit I’ve done, EXPLAINED:

Suho: 

See this picture here? This is me before the moving team. I was so fucking proud of myself for strapping the base of the chair to my roof (it wouldn’t fit through the trunk of me smol hatchback). I thought it was funny that it kinda looked like a kip-pah and asked my friend to take a pic for me here (see my lil peace sign next to my face? im v happy of my jew car). Little did I know that after driving to my new apartment with the whole moving team from IKEA unloading shit from the truck, I would be stuck in the fucking car. I didn't have a knife or scissors to cut the strings and I didn't want to make my dumb assery to be noticed; so instead of asking for help... I climbed out the front window and almost fell flat on my ass. When I stood up and turned around, the whole moving team was just standing there looking at me. The assholes knew I was stuck and let me suffer.

Kris & Kai:

so these moments both happened in the same night. I went to a house warming party for my friend and I didn't know what to bring as a gift, so I just bought two big bags of Hawaiian bread. Now throughout the night, the more I drink, the more impulsive I get. 

I started putting the bread on people's shoulders, slowly piling them up until they noticed. Everyone was pretty wasted so there was no surprise when I had a stack of 4 1/2 buns (I ate half) on my friends shoulder. Anyways- fast forward into the night, I'm craving sweets, so I walk into my friends kitchen and find a jar of cookies. At the time I thought it was a brilliant idea to just put the Hawaiian bread in there so the kitchen looked full; a fair exchange, if you will. At least that's what I thought... I found pictures from the party and it turns out I just ended up putting in a half eaten bun sjzjsj

Fast forward into the morning of the next day, I’m hungover and I wake up wearing mismatching socks (one is mine, the other I have no idea). 

I needed to get home because I had work later that day, so I hop into my car and start driving home. The whole time there was this annoying beeping sound that I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I had such a bad headache that I pulled over to see what the fuck was wrong. I got out of my car, checked the wheels, checked the under the hood, then hopped back inside. I was so frustrated that I banged my head on the steering wheel and just rested my eyes for a sec. When I opened them to look straight ahead at my dashboard, the brake light was glowing bright red. I cried.

Chanyeol: 

One summer evening, I was hanging with my sister and her friends around a campfire. We were roasting marshmallows, drinking, having a good time etc. Eventually later into the night we started getting bored and one of my sister’s friends suggested playing hot potato with the coals from the fire. We’re all game like FUCK YEAH LETS DO THIS. Then we start tossing it around and realize that it’s way too fucking hot, so instead of tossing it’s just everyone spiking the coal to the next person. FYI, I have terrible hand eye coordination and I wasn’t wearing my glasses that night. Every single time the coal was spiked my way it would miss my hand and fly straight into my hair. The next day I woke up, looked in the mirror, skipped breakfast and headed straight to the salon. still looked cute or w/e so I ain’t mad

Kyungsoo: 

Ahhhh, this one is actually pretty personal and happened not too long ago! My mom finally left this dirt bag she’d been married to for the past 16 years. When I say dirt bag, I mean a manipulative, abusive piece of shit. My mom was so tired during her session with the mediator for when they were deciding who was getting what; she took 30-45 minutes to talk alone with them and he took 3 fucking hours putting on this sick sob story. The mediator was so done with him too that they just let him do whatever he wanted. That meant he had the “right” to pick and choose what belonged to him in our apartment. The fucker took EVERYTHING. He took the furniture, the bedroom sets, all the electronics, the spices- HE DOESN’T EVEN COOK. However, a week before then, I bought a huge bottle of vanilla. I needed it to make edible cookie dough, which I was doing everyday out of stress. The day before he finally moved out, I came home from work to see everything wrapped/packed up. I started to get worked up and went to the kitchen to make my cookie dough. When I opened the cabinet to get my vanilla and saw it completely empty, I lost it. I literally screamed and started tearing up all the boxes, finding more shit that belonged to me and stopped when I finally found my vanilla. I went back to the kitchen, happily made my cookie dough and kicked back on "his” couch with my dirty shoes on. Later that night, the asshole came home and screamed at me. I shut him up tho when I told him I’d suffocate him with a pillow in his sleep if he dared to touch me or any of my things ever again. He didn’t stay in the apartment that night lol

Baekhyun:

I think this one might be my favorite story. It all started when a package from my mom in the mail never showed up even though the UPS tracking said it had already arrived on my doorstep. I assumed in meant the package was stolen and got really bummed about it since it had some essential items in there. My roommates felt bad and decided to cheer me up by throwing a house party (woohoo! cue the alcohol!). It started at like 3pm and went on all the way until 4 am the next day. Somewhere within that time frame while it was still light outside, slightly tipsy, I found a ladder on the side of the house and had a strong urge to follow it up to the top; and who am I to deny every desire that comes across my pea sized brain. I was half-way up to the roof when one of my roommates spotted me (let’s call him Big Ned; there were two guys named Ned in our house so we just called them Big Ned and Little Ned; Big Ned is like 6′3″ and Little Ned is like 5′4″). Big Ned started yelling at me to get down and I told him I couldn’t because it was my destiny to reach the top. He decided that there was no use arguing with me and ended up following me to the roof (even though he’s afraid of heights; bless his BFG heart). He’s kinda hard to miss, so when he started making his way up to the roof with me, it grabbed a lot of attention. Some joined us. Meanwhile, I decided to walk around and look into my neighbors yards. I saw a mess of papers in one of the alleys between our houses and joked “lmao that’d be funny if that was my package”. We laughed for a bit then looked a little closer until we realized oh fuck that’s my package. My body moved on it’s own and just kinda scrambled across the roof trying to figure out the fastest and least painful way to get off the roof. Thank the stars for Big Ben holding me back by the collar of my shirt and preventing me from jumping down onto the neighbors fence. Little Ben ended up running over and jumping the fence to get it for me. We still don’t know how it got there.

Tao:

In middle school, I had to go on this field trip to some ranch out in the countryside of Texas. I remember we were all huddled into a barn with a big stage in the back. The teachers grabbed a mic and got on stage to talk about who knows what. Idk I wasn’t paying attention, talking to my friend, in my own world. When the mics go off, everyone starts chattering. At that moment in time, I was extremely preoccupied with my shoelaces when I got a tap on my shoulder from my homeroom teacher. I think she was mad at me for not listening and told me to head up to the stage along with a few other students making their way over. Being in front of others makes me nervous, but when the teachers put a bib around my neck before I got on stage, I was too confused to think of anything else. When another teacher started handing out baby bottles filled with Gatorade to each student on stage, I had to stop them to ask what was going on. And what do ya know, I’m in a baby bottle drinking contest. Before I had time to ask any more questions, they were already counting down to start. Now listen, I’m not the type of person to back down from a challenge so ofc you know I’m gonna suck the soul out of this bich. The reason I can say this confidently is because up until I was 11 years old, I always drank out of baby bottles when I got home from school. I just really liked the feeling?? For me, nothing beat chilling on the couch, watching Teen Titans and drinking fresh cold orange juice from a baby bottle on a hot summer day. Idk but I guess it came in handy since I finished a 24oz bottle under 35 seconds. The rest of the kids weren’t even close to half way through. There’s a picture of me at the back of my school year book holding up the baby bottle like a trophy.

Sehun:

Remember my sisters friends from the campfire? Well I spent a good long summer hanging with her friend group and ended up getting kinda close to this one of the guys (let’s call him Jake). I have a really broad range of music taste and I guess he digged that so we talked a lot about music together. By the end of the summer, Jake threw a party at his house and invited me over. Ngl I wanted some dick so ofc I’m gonna go all out and break out my hot leather Madonna outfit. I head out with my sis and the house is packed by the time we get there. The whole time we’re pretty much just hanging out, drinking and dancing the night away. Some time passed 1 am (I think), I’m sorta outside making out with Jake on the side of his house. It’s getting really hot and heavy. When we finally broke apart for air, he told me he though he was in love with me. I’m screaming internally, panicking and I don’t know what to do. I could tell from way before that he really liked me, but I didn’t think it was to that extent. It doesn’t help exactly that I don’t feel the same way for him. Don’t get me wrong! He was really hot and sweet, but I just couldn’t see myself with him. So what did I tell him? Nothing. My dumb ass was in such a panic that all I could think of was that I needed to run. I did. I ran back into the house, out the front porch, spotted his skateboard and took off. I didn’t really know where I was or where I was going but somehow I ended up at the train station and eventually found my way back home.

Xiumin:

On my 21st birthday, my roommates took me out to a really nice, 5 star restaurant in the city we lived. They're buying me all the drinks I want cause heck I'm finally legal! Now, I think y'all can see a pattern of what happens when I drink. So when Big Ned got a glass of scotch and I had just finished off my last sip of wine, I wanted some too. I asked him to share, using "it's my birthday" to get my way. Ever the gentleman, Big Ben pours half his glass into my wine glass and keeps his raised for a cheers. The whole group joins in and with a shout of Mozeltov, I slam the wine glass down on the table and toss it back. It wasn't until I finished the last drop and tried to set my glass back on the table that I realized I snapped the stem in half. No one spoke, except for Little Ned, softly, "did you... did that really just happen?" Yeah. Yeah it did. Thankfully the restaurant agreed to keep the broken glass off the bill as long as I left the restaurant immediately.

Chen:

On a Saturday night, I met up with a good friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in months. We bought some snacks and drinks then drove to a marina near my apartment (new place in California). The whole night we spent catching up and throwing rocks in the water. I was still a little tipsy when it was time to go home and my friend ended up driving me back. On the way back, I opened a bag and snacked on some pizza flavored goldfish. I was about a fourth of the way through the bag when I decided I didn’t like it anymore and started tossing them out the window. We pull up to a stop light and my friend is trying to make me stop by rolling up the window, but I stick my leg out before he could close it. Next he tries to compromise and said if I wasn’t going to eat the goldfish, I should just put the bag down and remove my leg from the window. My tipsy ass told him no, I was handing out free food. I turned to look at the car next to me, asked (yelled) if they wanted any goldfish and held out the bag to them. I guess the dude thought it was funny and was just like “yeah sure why not, lifes too short to not eat goldfish from a stranger at a stoplight” alksdjflskdj 

Lay:

When I was about 6 years old, I lived out in the suburbs of Fulshear, Texas. The community is really tiny and everyone knew each other. One time, I was playing hide and seek with my siblings, and decided to hide under my moms bed. While I was waiting for my brother to come find me, I fell asleep. A couple hours later I wake up and it’s dark out. The house is empty. I’m calling out to see if anyone is home, checking all the rooms. I thought maybe everyone decided to tag me “it” since I passed out. After a while of not finding anyone, the phone rings and I pick up. It’s my mom sounding out of breath calling to see if anyone found me and took me back to my house. Turns out I had actually been knocked out for 6 hours. Not being able to find me during hide and seek for 2 hrs, my siblings went to get my mom who also started looking for me. After another hour and no luck, she called our neighbors across the street to see if I went over to play with their kids. Ofc they said no and said they would call some other people in the neighborhood to find out if they'd seen me. A few hours later, the whole neighborhood was out looking for me. Meanwhile I'm at home chilling on the couch watching Teletubbies and eating goldfish (the original babey).

Luhan:

My dad took me and my siblings to the beach almost every summer in elementary school. We would always stay at this Holiday Inn right across the street from the sands. At night, we would go “hunting” for crabs with a flashlight and a fishnet. But on some nights when my dad was too tired to go out, my siblings and I would hang in the kids room at the hotel. We were fooling around and just being kids. Then we found a big case filled with tubes of paint. I was excited to do some finger painting but before I could reach for a tube, my brother stopped me to say he had an idea. He dared us lay down our sheets of paper and paint them by jumping on the tubes. Being the youngest of four, I thought this was a brilliant idea and immediately got to work. Set my paper down and lined up the colors I wanted to use. I jumped.... Only a spec of paint made it onto the paper... The rest beautifully decorated the off-white walls of the kids room. We all just froze because oh my stars we’re gonna be in so much trouble. Turning to each other, we made a very strong pinky promise to not tell a soul what happened. The next day when we returned to the kids room, the case was gone, faded splotches of green and purple remained on the walls, and a big paper taped above reading “NO PAINTING ALLOWED”.

Fun fact: my eldest sister used to write about my adventures for her creative essay homework’s in middle school.

[al-y-aska]

(Full app & Interview)

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name/Alias: Katja

Age: 23

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: PST

IN CHARACTER:

Name: Legal name: Alaska Jameson AKA Aly James

Age: 18

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

District: Ashford (Edens Motel specifically, for the time being)

Time Spent in Town: Brand new, Extra Fresh meat

Occupation: unemployed (for the time being)

Faceclaim: Olivia Holt

Character Quote: “She stood in the storm. And when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails”.

Triggers: Character background includes car accident and fatal death of a parent, abuse mention, drug use.

Please let us know if there’s any triggers in the interview.

I also may submit some wanted character connections, if that’s alright!

THE INTERVIEW:

I. What are your favourite and least favourite things about your hometown? How do they compare to how you feel about Edens Town?

Aly bit her lip, her first time being confronted with such a question. She wasn’t a dishonest girl at heart, but she was still trying to survive. Lying it would be. “Compared to LA? It’s a pretty big difference, in my opinion. Edens Town is a lot smaller, and a lot nicer. Technically I grew up in the suburbs, you know, just outside of the city, but I always loved being able to see the lights no matter how far away you were. It was like you always knew which way was home. But of course that meant tons of people, traffic was brutal all the time... I just kind of got tired of it, I guess? You always knew which way was home, but it was so easy to feel lost yourself... I was ready for a change,”. Aly kept her cool, trying to hold down the vomit in her mouth. God did she make herself gag sometimes... but she was playing the part of the valley girl, and had to be committed to it.Home was where I grew up, it’s where I’ve always lived... but it kind of feels like that’s where I died, too, she thought. Aly thought back to when she was little; home was the place you went to feel happy, safe, comfortable... and it just wasn’t that anymore. Edens Town would be a nice little refresh.... they say that about small towns, right? Everyone it close. I’d love to have that feeling again.

II. How do you feel about your life? For example, your family, your job?

As personal as the questions were, Aly tried to not take it that way. If she wanted to answer honestly, her response would be ‘What the actual fuck’ in terms of how she felt about her life. But this wasn’t the time or place. The easiest way to lie, was to weave it in between kernels of truth. “There’s a big gap between me and my older siblings, so I’m pretty independent. My parents are super supportive of me... I was definitely one of those ‘free range’ children. #CaliforniaProblems, amiright?” Ew, she hated herself right now. “They said college would be a good idea, but so many people go into it without really knowing what they want to do. So I’m just taking some time off, you know, travelling, exploring.... ‘finding myself’.... all that good stuff,”. In reality, as far as she knew, her entire family was dead. Aly’s dad died in a car crash long ago, her mom hadn’t visited her since she had first gotten put in foster care, and her older brother and sister.... once they heard that their mom was drinking more and more, they all but cut off their communication with mom.... and thus, Alaska too. The blonde shook the thought away, remembering there was more to this one question. She hesitated for a moment.  I am.... was.... a prostitute... but I’m not anymore, I promise. Far away from Seth now, the girl answered in her head. “I don’t have a job right now, but I saw that the ice cream shop is hiring, so maybe I’ll work there? Earn some extra cash now that I’m here.”

III. What are your biggest achievements and your biggest regrets?

“I won a dance award while I was in high school that I’m really proud of. It got me a scholarship for a summer dance intensive, and I worked really hard for it,”. It wasn’t a lie... that was something that Aly was incredibly proud of. It reminded her of a time before things started spiraling out of control entirely. After dad died, after her mom had given her up, but before she had to run. It was her first foster home, she was still getting visitations with her mom, and it really did feel like a temporary thing. Alaska couldn’t help but chuckle some as she compared it to something else she was incredibly proud of: running away and being here. Oh how life had changed....

“I think my biggest regret... as much as I loved school and dance and whatnot, I kind of regret not hanging out with my friends as much, doing all the normal teenage-y things.” That, on the other hand, was a thick load of bullshit, but Aly stuck with it-- externally, anyways. My biggest regret might be having to leave my mom. I wish I could’ve stayed with her, maybe I could’ve helped her, or fixed her... not that I really had a choice in leaving, but still. I wish I could’ve been there for her, and I regret not being able to.

IV. What is your biggest fear?

“Not being happy in life. Isn’t that what we’re all chasing? The Pursuit?” she hadn’t ever tried LSD, but did she really need to at this point? She sounded like she was tripping on some serious sunshine and rainbows.

The question of her biggest fear chilled Aly to her core. She had left so abruptly; the apartment raid, the belongings scattered everywhere, the blood on the floor.... the young girl gathered up anything and everything she could find, any and all of her belongings and then some. Alaska wasn’t sure if it was a police raid or.... someone else -competition maybe?- that was trying to bust Seth, take his supply and everything he had earned from the girls-- girls like Aly. She had managed to find some cash, so either they didn’t look hard, or it had been a police raid. Either way, it wasn’t good for her. She was terrified that Seth -or one of the others- would be looking for her.... Alaska also knew she was a milk carton girl; she had run from foster care at 16, still a minor then. She knew a missing child report had been filed for her, her face plastered in places... that was a couple years ago now, she reminded herself. Plenty of other kids have gone missing since, her picture long since buried, likely-- especially now that she was 18. Moving to a small town was step 1. Only going by Aly, and not Alaska, was step 2.

V. What are your plans for the future?

The future? A bizarre concept for the girl up until now. “Honestly, I don’t think moving to Edens Town full-time would be all that bad... don’t you think? Settling down, maybe opening up a bar or something... I don’t know. I’m still young. For now, probably getting a job, a place to live, and a coffee.” maybe a fix, too, if there’s some left in my bag. She was still in shock that she was here, but happy none the less. She was a good kid, who deserved a lot more than she’d been given in life... but Aly had skeletons and secrets. Maybe this could be the start of turning things around.

VI. Can you describe yourself in one sentence?

Aly paused, not sure how to take the question. It was confusing, until it wasn’t. "That to which the action of the sea is directed,” she said proudly. Her dad had named her, and he made sure that growing up, Aly knew the strength and resilience that came with it, especially in its native spelling: Alyeska. The girl could practically hear him finish the rest of the phrase; “That to which the action of the sea is directed; that which breaks against the shore,” She liked to think that she lived up to it, and from time to time, made her dad proud, too. Aly. Alyeska.  Alaska.

[soaringlanddormitory]

Oh! ✵ Hanako/Kaoru, ✵ Dai/Rin, ✵ Yuriko/Moe, ✵ Manami/Kei

YES!! I love this!!!!

Hanako/Kaoru

Their first impression of your muse: “A Totsuki student who has flower in her name! It’s perfect for her. I want to be friends with her.”

Current impression:  “A hardworking individual who I consider as inspiring. Someone who made my life better in a span of some years. One of the greatest people I know and I don’t regret getting close to her.”

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Yes, he does! Inside and out! [He’s in love with her, and he’s very attracted to her]

Something they find frightening about your muse: I believe that he doesn’t find her frightening. It’s hard to name something frightening if you love every part of someone.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  He says it a lot of times, but the fact that she blushes so much when he gives a flirty compliment. How she acts about it is absolutely adorable!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Yes, definitely!

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  He’d 100000% go on a date with her- like he’s always wanted to date her in a platonic way back when they were still friends, but when they’re lovers- he now wants to go on a romantic date with her!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  “Love”! A simple nickname he can call her, something he feels about her- it’s just perfect for her!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No, he wouldn’t!! He won’t ever hurt her!!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: YES!! He’s in love with her!!

Dai/Rin

Their first impression of your muse: “A fellow student of Totsuki!! Oh god why is she glaring at me? WHAT DID I DO OH NO”

Current impression:  “Rin and I are shipping buddies and we have the EtsuNe RS to ourselves and I love my friend a lot. I will kill for her.”

Are they attracted to your muse?:  He does think she’s attractive, but he won’t make moves on her.

Something they find frightening about your muse: Probably her glare. Like it just makes his skin crawl- he doesn’t like it when people glare at him [He hides that very well though]

Something they find adorable about your muse:  He thinks that she’s adorable when she talks about ships!! Like he finds that side of her really cute and he loves it!!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Hell yeah he would, he’d even sacrifice a ship album for her.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic dates!! Probably will turn out to be following Team Glasses but you know gkdbfjg

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  “Fun” He thinks it’s fun being with her and he enjoys every moment of it!!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No!! He wouldn’t slap her. Maybe playfully like slap on the back, but other than that- no.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: He’d want to hug her if she’d be chill with it!!

Moe/Yuriko

Their first impression of your muse: “She’s so small! She looks soft! I want to give her a hug or even carry her around!” [Literally wants to be a big sister figure of her from Day 1]

Current impression:  “She’s amazing and her shipping methods are amazing too. She’s adorable and I love her so much. I’ll punch Naoki on the face for her. She’s a little sister figure to me!!”

Are they attracted to your muse?:  She thinks she’s ADORABLE!! So if that’s enough to be considered attractive, then yes.

Something they find frightening about your muse: She finds the fact that she’s so close to Shigeo frightening [Not in a bad way- just “Oh they’re so close that it’s scary”]

Something they find adorable about your muse:  E. V. E. R. Y. T. H. I. N. G. EVERYTHING. Do you want Yuriko to name every single thing that comes in her mind?

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Of course!! Big sisters should be able to sacrifice something for her little siblings!!

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic dates! It could be as simple as cafe dates, following ships dates, just a park date!! She loves Moe so much so anywhere could be great!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  “Sister” What do you expect? She sees Moe as a sister that she never had and it makes her feel extremely happy. [That same goes for Keiko, and she sees Takashi as her brother but you get the point]

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: HELL NO! she’ll rather punch Naoki.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: HUGS!! Yuriko would also go for carrying her around but that’s not a choice.

Manami/Kei

Their first impression of your muse: “I want to be a friend of Kei!! I want to try and get close to him!! I don’t like how people view him, so I want to be a living proof that he can actually be a great friend!!”

Current impression:  “I knew it!! Kei is a great friend!! AN AMAZING FRIEND!! I love him so much and if someone were to make him feel any negative emotion, they’re going to get a smacking! Kei is one of the best people I know and I will defend him with my life!!”

Are they attracted to your muse?:  She’s attracted to him as if she was puppy to its owner. Like imagine a random puppy being excited and running to their owner every time it sees them. Yeah, that’s the kind of attracted Manami is to him kjgfdbg

Something they find frightening about your muse: She doesn’t find him frightening at all? In fact, she’s confused on why some people could be frightened by him.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  She thinks Kei is adorable every time he shows that he’s actually thankful for what she did!! She finds it really cute!! 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  YES!! Manami would!!

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  Platonic dates!! She really loves hanging out with him and she thinks that spending time with him is already a platonic date!!

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  “Misunderstood” she believes that people misunderstand him a lot, and she wants to prove to everyone that they’re seeing him wrong. He’s much better than what other people view him. That’s why she shows so much love to him. Because that’s what he deserves-!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No!!!! NEVER!!!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: Hugs, all the way!!

[slytherinshawn-blog]

hopeless - chapter 4

summary : you and shawn grew up together, best friends who made blanket forts and shared secrets in the dark. when he found fame, he lost you. five years later, and he’s stumbled his way back into your life, disrupting the peace you had eventually found.

word count : 2.5k

masterlist 

prologue - chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4

note:  this is v loosely going to based around elements in to all the boys i’ve loved before. it will eventually probably turn into a sort of fake dating thing. i’m having a real party writing for this fic. i hope u all are enjoying. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. also let me know what u think about this chapter and the series so far :)) header credit to shawnmendesicons

When sun breaks the next morning, filling your room with its bright luminosity, there’s a shift in the usual pattern for you. You feel something different, something undeniably eager and you’re practically skipping through your morning routine. You spend a little bit of extra time on making yourself look presentable, despite the hour. You add a gloss to your lips, a bit of concealer under your eyes to cover up the bags from your recent pattern of staying up late. There isn’t much you can do with your hair, you decide, opting just to pull it up into a messy ponytail.

There isn’t a dress code for your job, but you always remain casual. Today you’ve decided on a pair of black jeans that you roll at the ankle, thin black belt visible from where your cropped sweater rises just a tad above. It’s still chilly even when the sun has reached its peak in the sky this season. You pull on a simple pair of black Chelsea boots before transferring boiling water into your travel mug with an earl grey tea situated inside.

You skip breakfast, knowing that on Saturdays, Jack brings warm croissants from the bakery down the road and you make haste with hurrying out of your apartment building, not forgetting your money for lunch with Shawn later.

Lunch with Shawn later. Just the thought is hard to believe, and you’re reminded of the night before, almost forgetting that it wasn’t only a dream. You couldn’t wait to catch up with him later in the day, hear about his travels, his life, his music, his mom. You knew that your stories would be far less interesting than what he would have to say. That fact doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Simple for you just worked.

Upon arriving to the store, you unlock the door and flip around the ‘Open’ sign. Not like it would matter too much. The only people that still visited the store were loyal customers from when Jack was your age. Older men and women would visit the store primarily, especially on Saturday mornings. A few college kids who absolutely fit the stereotype of being the ones that would visit this “super cute vintage book store,” as they would describe it to you. All in all, it was an easy job. You would help people find the books they had in mind, giving advice on your personal favorites.

The morning drags on with ease, the bell atop the door only ringing a few times, which would have you looking up from your book and croissant to smile at the customer arriving before diving right back down into it. The hours continue to roll by, coming closer and closer to noon, your off time. As the clock reads 11:30 now, you close your book for the day and stuff it into your bag that you carried. You go about tidying up the front of the store, wiping down the tables along the front window and placing borrowed books back on their appropriate shelves.

The bell rings while you’re in the back, organizing the room that Jack usually occupies himself in when he comes to visit and check in on the store. “Hello!” you call out from where you are, always greeting everyone who comes in. When you don’t hear a response, you walk back up to the front and behind the counter, your eyes widening when you see who it is.

“Elliot,” you breathe, taken aback. He has never come visited the store on a Saturday. He always stuck to his schedule of Wednesday and Thursdays, so this came to you as a total surprise.

He smiles at you; perfect teeth, and it makes you want to melt into the floor. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m great! I’m good,” you say, trying to will your heart to chill out in your chest. “I’m surprised to see you here. This isn’t your usual study day, yeah?”

He laughs with you, nodding his head as he prances right up to the counter and leans his forearms along it. You’ve never been this close, yet alone talked to him for more than a few sentences. His eyes are like magnets, drawing you in. You’d guess that you’re wearing huge heart eyes. “You caught me,” he charms. “Usually Sadie and I have brunch on Saturdays, but she’s got some event to attend with her sorority sisters.” He shrugs. “So, I figure I’d stop by my favorite book store. Get a bit of reading done before I head home.”

You pull your lip between your teeth, watching his lips move while he speaks and it’s not even like you can help yourself. You’ve had your eyes on this boy for 2 years now. He’s always been the forbidden fruit, hardly ever sparing you a moment’s glance. You’re so captivated in his words and his eyes that you don’t even hear the bell above the door chime, yet again. Too busy sending heart eyes at Elliot to notice Shawn enter the little store and stop when he sees you wrapped up in conversation.

Elliot makes you giggle, sparing a shy glance down to your shoes before you look back up at him, dripping in charm. Shawn clears his throat from where he’s stood behind your crush. That makes the both of you snap back to reality and turn your attention to Shawn, who’s taken his sunglasses off and let them hang in his shirt.

“No way,” Elliot says, cutting the silence. “Is that you, Mendes?” you had forgotten that Elliot knew Shawn too, from before he found his fame and it’s like life really has a way of humiliating you, watching your crush and your ex-best friend reunite before your eyes.

“Elliot DiMarco,” Shawn repeats. “Nice to see you, man.”

“So, you decided to join the common folk again, huh? What brings you here?”

Shawn spares a glance at you, still standing mouth agape behind the counter, blush high on your cheeks. “Well, I had a lunch date with (Y/N). Unless I was interrupting something…”

“No!” You cut Shawn off, shaking your head. “No, we were just talking. I’m good to go.” You grab your bag from off the floor and sling it over your shoulder before making your way into the back to hurriedly shut the lights off. You shoot Jack a quick text while you’re back there, steadying your breathing to let him know that you were on your way out.

When you return up front, Elliot has taken his spot by the window as usual and he’s already got a book pulled out in front of him. He gives you a wave goodbye and a charming smile which makes you blush and quickly turn your attention back to Shawn, who’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

“C’mon,” you tell him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the front door with one last chime of the bell.

The two of you make heed down the sidewalk, heading to the familiar diner that so many of your late nights were spent in years ago. Shawn has slid his black sunglasses back onto the bridge of his nose, a hoodie pulled on over his black jeans and signature black boots. He’s got the hood covering his soft curls, and you recognize that this is probably his way of disguising himself from the public. It’s only once you’ve gotten far enough from the bookstore that you drop his wrist, letting out a deep breath.

Shawn looks at you, your short legs moving in long strides to keep up with his easy gait. “So… you and Elliot,” he muses. He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “I never would have thought.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Oh, whatever, Shawn. There’s nothing going on. He’s got a girlfriend. He just – he comes into the store every once in a while, to read. We’re friends. Barely.”

“Okay, but you definitely have a thing for him.” He emphasizes on the word, and nudges into your shoulder playfully. The chill of the Canadian wind nips at your nose and you duck your head down.

“I mean… it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t even notice me. You should see his girlfriend.”

Shawn’s hand brushes up against yours, fingers knocking together to get your attention. You look up at him, have to crane your neck at his height. In middle school, you were the same height. You teased him for being short. “It looked like he was noticing you back there.” Shawn shrugs. “I don’t need to see his girlfriend to know that you’re selling yourself short. As usual.”

Your eyes stay on his for a moment longer before you break the connection; you’re at the diner, anyway. Once the host seats the two of you at a table, Shawn removes his glasses and puts them in the pocket of his hoodie, finally letting the hood down so you can see his bouncy brown curls. He’s handsome, you can’t deny it. Many years of seeing him only over your phone or television screen was nothing compared to the way that he truly glows in person. His skin is flawless, curls soft, teeth perfect from his time with braces. His jaw has grown strong and sharp, shoulders broad and arms toned and big. He’s grown fully into a man, so different from the boy you used to cuddle into when thunder would shake your house.

“This wouldn’t be a proper visit unless we shared the chocolate milkshake,” Shawn grins, holding the menu in his hands as if he hadn’t visited the place enough to have it memorized.

You nod in agreement, the memory of you and your friend with two straws in the same milkshake making its way into your head. “I agree,” you say. “One chocolate milkshake and two burgers with fries?”

Shawn smiles, soft, lets his eyes study your face with a glint of something you can’t pinpoint. “Wouldn’t have anything else.”

You drop your gaze to the table and wait for the waitress to take your orders. Once she’s removed the menu from your way, you continue to study your fingers as if it suddenly held the most interesting thing in the world. A wave of nerves had rushed over you out of nowhere. The realization of being here with Shawn, in this place that held so much of your youth, had your stomach turning with nerves.

“Hey,” Shawn says, quiet, his large hand reaching out to touch yours where it rests on the table. It gets your attention, like you know he wants, and you look up, eyes meeting eyes. “I know this feels… weird. Like, unreal, or something. I know I have a lot to explain.”

Lip between teeth again, you nod, urging him to go on.

“I really don’t have an excuse… there’s nothing I can say that would really make anything I did make any sense or seem any better. I don’t want you to think that I’m excusing my actions, because I’m not. You know, you were my best friend. And we were just, like – perfect. Just the way that we worked and fit together was so unique, and I think a lot of that was taken for granted. Now, you know, that we’re older, it’s easy to look back and see that the relationship that we had was so great, and a lot of people don’t have that. You were easily my favorite person in the world, just – my best friend.”

His words are genuine, honest, and he hasn’t broken eye contact since he stated speaking. You’re having a hard time doing the sane, but you force yourself to stay locked on his gaze, everything he is saying bringing up a burn in the back of your throat.

“When we were sophomores, that’s when everything really started to change. And it wasn’t you… it was nothing you had done so I don’t want you to ever think that. I was just so stupid. I got really lost in my music and my dream and I never imagined in a million years that I would actually become something of it. I started getting all of this attention from everyone. You know, suddenly people knew who I was, and girls were noticing me, and it was – it was easy to get caught up in. And I was young, and that’s no excuse, but I had all of these people who wanted me, that I let you get pulled away.

“I have regretted it every day since I left. I’ve never met anyone who would ever come close to what you meant to me. I knew I wouldn’t have a friend like you for the rest of my life. And honestly, I didn’t even want one. But I figured, after all this time, you know, you probably hated me enough that you forgot. And I didn’t imagine you’d want to speak to me.”

You swallow back how stunned you are, voice getting caught in the back of your throat. You clear it, brushing your knuckles against the back of Shawn’s hand, only inches from yours on the table. “I never hated you, and I never forgot about you. I was mad, of course, and yeah, I did blame myself. But I could never bring myself to hate you. I was happy for you and your new life and I’m proud of how far you’ve come. You deserve all of it.”

Shawn smiles at you, and he has to pull his arms away when the waitress comes back with your food and milkshake. You politely thank her, and Shawn grabs the two straws and pops them in the drink.

“I want to start over,” Shawn says, pushing the milkshake between the two of you. “Or, pick up where we left off. Whatever. But I want my best friend back. And I want to hear everything.”

Just as you’re about to reach for the straw as some symbolic meaning of your forward friendship, you are interrupted by a small, trembly voice. “Hi! Are you… are you Shawn Mendes?”

You look up to see a girl who’s stood next to your table, her eyes bright and beaming at Shawn who is looking at her with a polite smile on his face. “Yeah, yes I am.”

“Can I have a picture?” she asks him, giggly and nervous looking. You look between the two, Shawn and who was clearly a fan. He shoots a look at you, almost apologetic. You shake your head at him to reassure that you aren’t bothered.

“Sure, honey,” he says, and stands up out of the booth to duck down beside her while she snaps a picture, thanking him before scurrying off to where she came.

“Sorry,” he mumbles when he takes his seat back, and you shake your head, letting out a quiet and amused laugh.

“No, don’t be sorry. You’re a real Rockstar now, Shawn. Adoring fans who follow you everywhere. I can hardly even handle your celebrity presence!”

He throws a fry at you, rolling his eyes playfully. And, yeah, this feels back to normal again.

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taglist :  @woeme @qxeen-of-hearts @muffins-cookiesm

[sweet-satisfactionn]

CLEXACON 2018

Hello everyone! As I am not (yet) a YouTuber, this post will serve as my recap. Last year I made a post on the con itself and how it made me feel being there as a first time attendee (x). But this year I am going to focus on the people I met or I was lucky enough to see again this year, because that is what ClexaCon was and still is to me, it’s all about the community. #WeAreClexaCon.

ClexaCon has grown exponentially since last year and, therefore, the kru has grown with it. I love and appreciate everyone I met up with during my short stay, so I wanna give everyone their own thank you. Sorry if I forget anyone, I’m trying really hard not to and sorry for typos, this is a stream of consciousness thank you letter. 

Elke: Obviously I have to begin with my sister and frequent con buddy @damnlexa. My platonic soulmate. There’s nothing I could say here that I haven’t already said to her 100 (triggered) times over, but I’ll give it a shot. Any con, any event, any experience can only be improved by having Elke by your side. Not only is she incredibly smart, talented, funny and weird as fuck, but she has the most niche and hilarious kind of humour I have ever seen in a person. Honestly she’s so weird you guys. Sometimes being in a room full of strangers (potential friends) can be terrifying, especially to a nervous asshole like me. Just having her in the same room as you even if she’s not close by can be incredibly comforting, because I know that if I’m ever in trouble in a conversation, all I need to do is look at her and she’ll be right there with me. Knowing that she’s there really opened me up to talk to more people this year than I felt comfortable with last year. Without her I wouldn’t have made half of the friends I made at ClexaCon and I bet she doesn’t even realise that, so thank you Elke. Now I have to move on because people will get jealous!

Sofia Rojas: The only negative thing I can say about Sofia @shes-special is that I didn’t spend see her more. One of the only people that can make me burst into laughter just by looking at her. Has a smirk that drives the ladies crazy. It’s a good one you guys. A very honest and kind hearted Canadian, which means that (I think) it’s quite easy to see what she’s thinking. This led to many moments during the convention where you couldn’t keep your face to yourself Sofia, which I have forgiven you for because it caused the bursting into laugher moments that were stated above. Master of the accidental deadpan humour “is that what you’re wearing?” which still cracks me up. Also only ally I had in the d*ke jokes, which is very appreciated! You didn’t leave me out in the cold (like a certain small, cardigan losing, Australian). I now have a shot glass collection because of you and I’ll think about you every time I use them (such a kind gift, ty shrimp! <3). Again, wish I could have seen her more, but CLEXACON 2019!?

Rin: My mother hen who I have said way too many nice things about these past few days, so what more can I say? You can never be sad when you’re in a room with Rin, you can try but it doesn’t work. Even the most emo of lesbians will smile when talking to her, she’s a ray of sunshine and no one can ever tell me otherwise. She’s remarkably talented in everything I’ve seen her do and she’s fiercely passionate about all the things she loves *cough* Faberry. It’s easy to feel ashamed when talking about the things you love, especially if it’s fandom related but that insecurity disappears when talking to her. Her resolve is strong, even when I ramble on about my questionable fandom choices (still love you Marley). There’s no one I’d have rather travelled the world with. Ed Sheeran, The Greatest Showman and now even Camila will always be associated with her. Sometimes it’s a good idea to not limit your friendship groups based on age and distance because you’ll find gems like matchbox_sized along the way. 

Ylva: Oh Wolverine, the new one of the group. A tall string bean I didn’t meet last year who has now stormed into my life. What would suite parties be without you to sing Eurovision songs with and belittle the Americans and Australians (boring; they’d be boring). Your blunt unwillingness to follow the rules of Kings/Ring of Fire is a memory to cherish. It’s rare to click so quickly with someone and so I am grateful for the times when things got hectic and I got separated from people and then miraculously found you. Sarcastic comments and deadpan humour always sound surprising coming from you which makes it even funnier. Best ClexaCon banter buddy. The con had it’s ups and downs but all of our chill sessions were definitely highlights, so thank you, SKAL. Swedish representation is important everyone. (ps. gonna start the Vikings just for you) (p.p.s. let’s put money on Israel to win Eurovision)

Emily-Anne: A YouTuber that, for me, was exactly the same online as she was in real life. The wit, compassion and well articulated thoughts are not a YouTube gimmick friends, it’s real. Again, only downside was that I didn’t get to see her more. In 2018 you need all the DCOM fans you can get, even if she didn’t know that Year 3000 isn’t a Jonas Brothers song, that can be forgiven! It’s important to have people in your life that will pity laugh at your jokes and for that Emily-Anne is a champ. Easy to forget this was her first year attending because she merged into the kru effortlessly. See you next year? We need all the bisexuals we can get, it ups our diversity quota.

Mollie: Oh Mollie, @molliemashstash MY AUSTRALIAN CARE FREE D*KE QUEEN. Can we say that word? EH, I just did. What would ClexaCon be without you annoying everyone and sticking a camera in people’s faces <3 Absolutely nothing. Your artistic abilities blow me away, it’s weird that so much talent can come from such a noob (jkjk). When everything gets too serious, it’s good to know that you're there to yell GOV and force things back to normal. I’m also very glad to see you sobbing into noodles, that memory will never leave me and I am very grateful for that. AUSTRALIAN ROAD TRIP CIRCA 2018? We’re bonded for life now so that’s definitely happening. #Machel #Rollie

Bri: BRIBRIBRIBRI!!!! An unexpected favourite of mine, unexpected in that I didn’t know you very well going into ClexaCon and now you’re one of favourite people. As soon as I got in your car (don’t get into cars with strangers everyone lol) I knew that we were going to get on and the fact that I immediately felt comfortable with you was v nice and v rare! It may have been due to how tired and delusional I was at this point but meh, I still <3 you. I am glad we got that last day together because we kept on missing each other at the con, everything was so hectic :’( I could easily spend an eternity arguing over culture differences with you and staring at you confused when you explain what mugging is and the horrors of America. Hopefully you <3 me back, because if not this is awkward. BYE.

Toni: I am constantly in awe of Toni’s passion and talent. Her writing ability is incredible, her podcasts blow me away. She is so articulate, which is a very hard to come by trait these days, and thinks carefully over her words. This makes her podcasts extremely interesting, which is further proven through her moderation of the Youtube 2.0 panel. Questions were carefully chosen, everyone had a chance to speak, a respectful tone was kept throughout with some well added, kind hearted banter, and I think a lot of that efficiency is thanks to Toni! Honestly check out her podcast, you’ll love her (x). (it’s on soundcloud and itunes) I can’t wait to spend more time with you at the Ultimates and when Uni is over we can make more plans okay friend! <3

Adrienne: Oh Adrienne. What a joy she is. Our humour clashes 8 times out of 10 but that’s what’s so great about ClexaCon, getting to get to know a wide range of people who are all different but all share the same one interest (QUEER LADIES). Your excitement is palpable and talking to you gets me to loosen up and be more carefree and spontaneous. You took this little introvert under your wing and even though your vet stories gross me out sometimes (okay all the time I’m sorry) I still love you and ClexaCon would never be the same without you. Also you hiccuping when... intoxicated, cracks me up every time I remember it. & your song was fckin incredible dude, no joke, record that shit!

Courtney: I’m so glad I got to talk to you more this year because omg you are a delight Courtney. The human personification of Hawaii. Chill, laid back, the calm amongst the storm. You made that last day fun instead of sad so thank you! Sense of humour on point and you didn’t take anyone’s shit, not even mine so good on you but also hey, pls love me. Also gives great food and sweet recommendations, even though I didn’t understand most of what was being given to me, I still bought it and trusted you. We have trust now Court, don’t ruin it. Also, is from Hawaii in case I haven’t mentioned that enough, don’t worry she’ll mention it for you. Hawaii is where she’s from btw. Did I talk about Hawaii yet?

Marcie: Wish I could have seen her more as well! After the ClexaCon weekend she earned 1 more subscriber, so, you’re welcome. Marcie has a very calming presence and I loved every conversation and experience I had with her; people often tell me that I’m judgemental (I’m working on it ok!) so that’s actually a big compliment. I was blown away by her intelligence and perspective. Very glad you got to be on the panel and I hope we meet again (*cry*) so we can talk more. 

Hannah: Volunteer Hannah! The lovely volunteer who went above and beyond for Elke and I last year and who we owe a great debt to. I only got to spend a few minutes at a time with you because you were off doing important volunteer things, but I am grateful for all the brief encounters I was graced with. Come to ClexaCon UK and we can spend all day, every day together! (bet you’re regretting ever coming up and saying hi to me now) <3 The world needs more people like Hannah and conventions need more volunteers like her who are going in for all the right reasons and not just to take selfies with Rachel Skarsten ;)

Lisa: MY FAVOURITE COMIC STRIP WRITER. Has one of my all time favourite twitter accounts that everyone needs in their life (hint: it involves lesbians and ants!) (x). We had some great moments didn’t we Lisa, like that time you tweeted a picture of your location and I realised it was exactly where I was standing; such a good meet-cute. I loved that we could have a really intense conversation 30 seconds before Chyler Leigh was about to come on stage and like, bit rude, Chyler can’t you see we’re trying to get to know each other here. I’m glad to have met you and I feel smarter for knowing you. 

Ella: Another person I literally hardly saw! Which is extremely frustrating but ahh why are cons so hectic?! An extremely lovely and compassionate person who I am lucky to have met and will continue to go on adventures with. See you in Liverpool/Manchester! I can’t wait. Drinks on me <3

Amelia & Kenzi: You guys are a package deal so you have to share a bullet point I’m sorry. Thank you for putting up with me trying to explain the rules of netball for a solid 3 hours (& thank you Amelia for understanding me). You 2 are adorable and were the best dinner table company a girl could ask for. You’re also really great at maths! & then trying to explain your working out to confused Europeans like me and Ylva who just wanted to pay for our meal using our weird fake dollars. You made that dinner very carefree and fun. CLEXACON 2019????

Also s/o to Pipes (x), Alex (x), Maddie (x) who I loved getting to meet and want to see more so I can give them the shoutout they deserve! I will continue to admire their respective works from afar.

[nacmist-blog]

SO I DEADASS stayed awake for the soft opening and i'm not even regretting it just bec i'm v v v  much excited asf to plot & interact w each and everyone of yall ?? asfdDFHJSJ but anyways hello bbys i’m sia ! kst timezone and obvs a she & here's my lil anesthesiologist in the making- naomi ! i have yet to finish her full bio page and a plots page as well, etc so for the meantime -- here's a summary or just some deats about her :)

:･ﾟ lee sung kyung, cisfemale, she/her | hey, have you seen naomi lee around campus? i’m pretty sure they’re a twenty-five years old majoring in medicine and living in the byeol dorm. whispers say that they’re smart & independent yet also snarky & callous when you least expect it, yikes. i wonder if they’re gonna make it through this year.

family background:

she is daughter of the chairman of Myungwoo Hospital, a cardiothoracic surgeon (yes i used the hospital name that is in doctor stranger)

she has two older brothers. 

she is closer with the older one meanwhile she often fights with the second one because he tends to bully her a lot.

she is actually an illegitimate child, but no one knows of this fact except her family of course and a few from their hospital. 

her biological mother died when she gave birth to naomi. so she really didn’t know much about her real mother. 

that’s why the chairman and his family adopted her and eventually welcomed her with open hands. his wife wanted to have a daughter but cannot give him anymore due to some complications so the couple were really happy when she came in their life.

childhood:

naomi doesn’t have much memories during her childhood days.

she doesn’t have that much friends even since she was pretty much a homebody.

her family kept her inside their house most of the time.

so she never played in parks, swings and doesn’t even know the games before.

her step-mom was being super attentive to her. dressing her up, bringing her to her meetings, outings, etc.

she was a very smart kid. 18 months and she can already count from one to ten? yes! well that’s because of her step-mom’s meticulous attention in baby naomi’s progress.

she was two years old when her father started teaching her human anatomy.

she may be smart when she was a kid but wasn’t really the friendliest to other kids when she started going to school.

a bit of a brat, maybe bec her family spoiled her too much bUT she grew from that already.

why medicine?

coming from a family who are in the medical field and with both of her older brothers are doctors now, she’s expected to follow their steps as well.

she also idolizes her father, who is a cardiologist and her brothers; a cardiologist also and a neurologist.

she knew she wanted to be just like them- she really wants to be a anesthesiologist someday.

however, she’s insecure when it comes to this.

she tends to get compared a lot by her classmates back in middle and senior school, telling her that she will never be just like her brothers. her fam knew about this and reassured her that she’s smarter and all and that she can do it and be one of the best someday.

---

however, as times goes by and she’s growing up, she got the chance to get out of her bubble and try new things. she then discovered that she actually like to become a chef.

she grew up liking cooking a lot, as she likes to look at her nanny every time she cooks until she also tried to learn cooking, etc.

but she knows that her fam wont agree with this choice of path so she sticks to the medical field. focusing more on this destined path.

still, she enjoys cooking and exploring new recipes when she has some time.

personality:

beauty & brains, definitely.

she has this strong aura so that's why people would hesitate to approach her first bec she also has this resting bitch face.

like she may look like she's mad 24/7 or is thinking on how to murder everyone but shes def not ??? she was just born with that face ok

naomi's got attitude tho, and if she doesn’t know you or like you she can seem like a bit of a bitch. (bonus heh)

she is v honest and won’t hesitate to tell you how that sweater makes you look like a garbage disposal system as soon as you put it on, without a second thought.

so like she's generally a very blunt person, so don’t expect anything to be sugar-coated when asking her a question.

she’s not really the kind of looking for a war or something bec she has no time for it and shes just not that kind of person??? she’s actually v v v v chill and may look like she doesn't care but she really doesn't 

but she’s v v v kind to those she’s friends with and will defend them to no end.

& she may be one of the smartest in her field but she's also v naive when it comes to other things... like the simplest of things or the normal stuff that people do in their daily life or know. that's due to the fact that she's been shielded by the outside world and was already consumed to being the 'perfect' daughter and stuff.

so imagine her breaking her neutral facade and over reacting to small stuff like “ooh !??!?!?! that’s how people do it???? “ or “LOOK AT HOW THAT SQUIRREL EATS!!! SO CUTE”

so she also has this childish side of her. must protecc

designer from head to toe

also i actually v lazy sometimes

possible connections:

an ex, perhaps ? like had a relationship with this muse for a year but they broke up mutually due to a lack of passion in their relationship anymore. it was mainly her fault bec their relationship was practically a test to her tp see how ‘love’ works -- well she was head over heels over him before but then things change and she just... doesn’t want it anymore.

close friend !! probs the only person who can tolerate her. she’s the type to only consider like 1 or 4 person to be her close/best friend. they know her very well already and she treats them as her ‘sibling’

a relative, perhaps ? (since i see all of them are younger than her lmao they can be her namdongsaeng/yeodongsaeng) someone that she could look out for and she’d be all this protective and supportive older sister would b cool to see this kind of side to her. she really values family, so.

acquaintances. they’re not strangers in her life so she acknowledges their presence around.

naomi’s ‘i see you around school all the time and i think you’re super attractive’ -- aka her crush or something ???

first sexual encounter ? 

sibling in law ?? i guess the other’s siblings is dating her older brother (1st one) and they know about their relationship. idek these two could be angst like they dont want to be each other’s sibling in law bec reasons or something like that

friendly competitors .. ?

FINALLY DONE !!!!!! this is just a draft so i might add more into it SOON. im too lazy rn asljhfe so yay!!!!!! IT’S TIME 

[myriadimagines]

Cold

Gotham One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Oswald Cobblepot

Warnings: blood/injury, mentions of violence, alcohol consumption and mild swearing

Request: “Hi, how are you? Can you do a Oswald oneshot, where after ed shot him he comes back to find the reader(his s/o) and she ends up being at a friends birthday party and kinda stays next to the friend, who is like a sister and her friend is vary protective and doesn't buy oswalds story” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,157

A/N: i didnt really get this so i hope it’s alright. 

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Cold.

That was all Oswald could think about. The icy waters, seeping through his clothes as he sank further and further deeper into the ocean.

He could see Ed’s figure standing at the edge of the pier, before he walked away and disappeared.

It was so cold.

Chills shot though Oswald’s body, from his fingertips to his toes. He could feel the cold settling into his bones, and it almost felt as if his blood was freezing.

Oswald could see the blood oozing out of his wound, forming a dark cloud in front of him. It was his blood, he slowly realised.

He was bleeding out.

The realisation seemed to shock him, and his whole body jolted. His gulped for air, but water rushed into his lungs head. His eyes widened as he panicked, his arms and legs flailing as he attempted to wade through the water.

The surface was getting nearer and nearer.

It was so cold.

--

Who could he trust now?

As Oswald hobbled through the empty, moonlit streets, clutching his bleeding wound, he wondered who he could turn to.

Everyone he could think of had turned away from him. Betrayed him. Left him to die.

But there was one person he could go to.

y/n.

Your name seemed to light up in his head. How could he forget about you? He frowned slightly, realising that he hadn’t seen you in a while. With all the business of mayor and having to chase down Ed when he thought he was captured, he had barely spend any time with you.

But you would forgive him. He knew you would. You were such a kindhearted, patient person, you would most certainly be there for him. He was so lucky to have a girlfriend like you.

He looked down at his dripping clothes. His dark hair was plastered to his face, and his skin was deathly pale. He would need to clean up first before he went to find you.

He knew his house would not be safe to go back to. Who knows what was happening to his mansion? Maybe Barbara and Tabitha were destroying it, or maybe Ed had other plans. Whatever they were doing, he hoped they wouldn’t target you. He hoped you were safe.

Oswald was momentarily distracted by yelling on the other side of the street. He saw two homeless men starting to argue, and he saw one flash a knife. The other man knocked the knife out of his hands, and it landed with a clatter in the middle of the road. Neither men looked bothered to pick it up, and continued to yell.

Oswald looked them up and down, before walking across the road, grabbing the knife along the way. He knew where he was going to get some dry clothes now.

--

Oswald had been in your old apartment, visited where you worked and even dared to sneak past the mansion to see if you were in their. However, there was no trace of you. Where could you be?

He instinctively reached into his pocket for his phone, and frowned when he remembered he didn’t have it on him. Screwing his eyes shut, he wondered where you could be. Where would you be on this seemingly innocent weekend?

His mind drifted to your best friend, Carrie, and he snapped his fingers when he remembered hearing you talk about Carrie’s birthday celebration. He closed his eyes again, trying to remember where it was being held, and slowly began to recall Carrie’s address.

Now more determined to find you than ever, Oswald began to march towards Carrie’s apartment building.

--

“Happy birthday, babe!” you cheered loudly, tapping your wine glass against Carrie’s. The room erupted into cheers as everyone took a drink, and your best friend wrapped her arm around your waist as the two of you giggled excitedly.

“Thanks, y/n.” she grinned, leaning over to peck your cheek.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you pulled away from her to move towards the table. “You haven’t seen my gift yet!”

As you reached over the pile of brightly wrapped gift boxes for your gift, another one of your friends uncertainly approached.

“y/n?” he asked, and you looked up. “Th-there’s someone at the door for you.”

“For me?” you asked, confused, as Carrie appeared by your side. “Why would someone be here for me?”

“I think you should go see him.” your friend replied vaguely, his expression pale. You exchanged glances with Carrie, who shrugged.

“Come on,” she grabbed your hand. “We’ll deal with him.”

The two of you strolled over to the door, pushing past the slightly drunken party guests to get to the door. You recognized the man before Carrie did as soon as the doorway came into view, and you froze into place.

“Oswald?” you gasped, and Oswald’s face lit up.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, trying to rush forward to you. Carrie quickly placed herself between the two of you, a frown flashing on her face. Oswald turned to glare at her, snapping, “Excuse me, Carrie, but would you mind getting out of the way?”

“No way, freak.” she snarled as you stood behind her timidly. “You’re not getting anywhere near y/n.”

“What did you just call me?” Oswald hissed, and Carrie smirked.

“You heard me.” she responded, unintimidated. “You practically left y/n, so you have no business coming back here.”

“That’s not right!” Oswald yelled, and you could see some of the guests nearby freeze and look over. “y/n, you’ll help me, right?”

You avoided his gaze as Carrie defensively stepped towards Oswald, forcing him backwards.

“You’ve probably been cheating on her with that guy who you’re always with.” Carrie continued, and Oswald’s eyes widened. “I see him all the time on the news. Nygma -- that’s his name, right?”

“I would never cheat on y/n!” Oswald exclaimed, and you bit your lip. “Especially with Ed! I was betrayed by everyone! Ed shot me and threw me into a river!”

It was then you noticed a small red patch on Oswald’s shirt, and your eyes widened when you realised it was blood. You wanted to help Oswald, you truly did, but he did leave you alone. With him gone, you turned to Carrie, and she had helped you take your mind off Oswald.

“I don’t care what you were doing in all that time you weren’t with y/n.” Carrie spat. “Personally, I think you’re lying, but I have to hand it to you -- it was a creative story.”

“Please, y/n,” Oswald pleaded. He felt a chill coursing through his body, similar to the one he felt in the river, but worse. It was almost excruciating, how cold he suddenly felt. “You have to believe me.”

“Come on, y/n.” Carrie grabbed your hand, tugging at you. You cast Oswald one more glance, before you let Carrie lead you away, slamming the door in Oswald’s face.

[fandomhavenskittles]

Hey boo! So I came here for a headcanon of course because I love you lololol So how would rfa+v+ saeran+ vanderwood (gotta include everyone don't want anyone to feel left out) react to MC being a rockstar with her twin sister + like MC is known as a legendary rockstar But she's American Thanks love you btw you can call me mica

Yoosung:

~oH MY GOD.

~YOU’RE THAT MC?!?

~HE’S DATING HIS IDOL.

~OMG HE’S DATING HIS IDOL!!!

~Hah

~Take that random kids in his school that have a crush on you.

~As you can probably tell, Yoosung’s your #1 fan and has been for years.

~He’s super supportive of you and tries to go to as many of your concerts and tours as he can.

Zen:

~MC CAN WE DO A DUET?!?

~PLEASE?!?!

~dUeT?!?!?!

~Zenny, different genre of music, honey.

~He’s 110% supportive of you and your career.

~He also gets along great with your sister

~But back to you

~DuEt????

Jaehee:

~Yeah, she didn’t even know who you were until you told her.

~But she looked up your music and she is HOOKED.

~Asks to go on tour with you and your sister.

~She makes you and your sister coffee after practice.

~Your sister approves of her.

Jumin:

~Immediately buys you a studio.

~Immediately buys you and your sister new equipment and instruments.

~Immediately buys you a new tour bus.

~Immediately hires the best hair stylists and makeup artists.

~Immediately sponsors you and your sister.

~Immediately gets eVERYTHING YOU MAY POSSIBLY NEED OR WANT.

Seven:

~He already knew (background check)

~He thinks it’s SO COOL

~He goes with you and your sister on tour and manages all the lights and stuff.

~He also helps film music videos.

V:

~I headcannon that V listens to rock music, so he definitely knows who you are.

~He takes all the photos for you and your sister

~He LOVES your music.

~He’s super supportive of you.

Saeran

~Are you guys soulmates or are you guys soulmates???

~Like, he’s Edgy McGee, you’re apart of a rock duo.

~It’s a match made in heaven.

~Is definitely your #1 fan

~He gets EXTREMELY JEALOUS whenever a male fan gets too close or flirty with you.

~Like, no. That’s his MC, not theirs.

~Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, don’t think about her,dON’T BREATHE THESAME AIR AS HER.

~Chill, Saeran, your edginess is showing.

Vandermaid- I mean wood:

~Lowkey is a huge fan of you.

~He’s now you and your sister’s bodyguard.

~Mostly yours.

~Tases anyone whoever even dares to be within five feet of you during concerts or meetups.

~Vandermaid is a vanderfan

[downwithwritersblock]

I'm a 13 yr old bi writer in a very homophobic country. I wrote a couple of stories (personal+vent), and my dad wants to publish them. He is v v homophobic and my stories have many lgbtq+ characters (he hasn't actually read them yet.) I don't want to change my characters sexualities, but people over here get killed for being lgbtq+ or even supporting them. I wanna make it more subtle without actually erasing their sexuality, any advice? And can I just have some general writing advice as a minor?

I want to start off by saying that I am sorry. When I first started writing, I was just a bit younger then you are now, and I was about 15 when I first started realizing that I wasn’t straight. Now here I am, years later, a grown adult, and I am still too afraid to share my stories with my family, and I am even more afraid to come out to them. My circumstances arent any where near as harsh as yours. I live in California, in the U.S, and for the most part, we are pretty chill on the homophobia here, at least in my experience, and while my parents arent extremely homophobic, they still tend to look at LGBT+ very differently. I know the worse thing that could happen to me if I came out is that my parents start to look at me differently, but that still terrifies me, but If I am scared, I can’t possibly imagine what you are feeling. So I want to give you some pieces of advice that I wish people would have told me when I was your age.: 

1. Your writing is yours. You don’t have to show it to anyone, you don’t have to publish it, if you want to keep it to yourself, then that is fine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If your dad is persistent in wanting to get your writing published, find good reasons not to; Tell him they arent complete or that you arent finished with them (that’s what I tell my parents when they ask to read my story), tell him that you want to wait till you’re older when you have more experience and confidence and more possibilities. Make up whatever excuse you have to. If you don’t think you are safe to publish them, then don’t. It’s not worth your life. Nothing is worth your life. 

2. If you really do want to tone down the LGBT+ themes in your writing, it’s easy; First, avoid all romantic relationships. That’s the dead giveaway, try not imply anything either, leave it at friendship, or up to reader interpretation, and if anyone asks, you could tell them it’s just a friendship. Don ‘t explicitly say anyone is a member of the LBGT+ community, you can imply it, if you have a bi female character, and you want to calmly express that she is bi, let her check out another female. If anyone asks, chalk it up to her admiring another girl, or that she’s jealous of other girls beauty or something. I’ve used this one a few times as well. Leave everything kind of vague, don’t get too specific. Make everything so it could be LGBT+ rep if looked at a certain way, but to most, it would just be friendship, or closeness, or something. I often find that while it’s disgusting and harmful at times, heteronormativity can also be lifesaving. Most straight people will automatically assume things are straight until given too many clues to say otherwise. Use that to your advantage. 

3. Writing is hard. When I was 13, I thought writing was going to be this easy thing, I thought you just made up characters and scribbled out a little story about them. I had no idea how hard writing actually was, and it shows. If I go back to look at my writing from that time, it shows how little work I actually put in. Give writing all you’ve got. Take your time with it. Build your characters and your world and your plot as much as you can. Save all the resources you can find. People make writing out to be easy but it’s not, and you can’t let that derail you. Keep going. Take it as a challenge. Keep writing no matter how hard it gets. 

4. Don’t let anyone tell you that you cant. I don’t care who it is, or what reasons they have to tell you that you shouldn’t write, do not listen to them. When I was a little kid, I used to sing all the time, I loved to sing, and everyone encouraged me to do so because I was a kid and it made me happy. My parents even thought about sending me to singing classes. Then one day my big sister told me that I wasnt as good as everyone said I was, that they only said that so they wouldnt hurt my feelings. After that, I lost all confidence in singing. I never took those classes, I never felt comfortable singing in front of people. It was years before I sang in the car with my own mother without feeling uncomfortable, and it’s still bad. I have a full mental breakdown if I try to sing in front of people without lyrics to sing along to, and being a theater student, that meant musical season kicked my ass every year. I know that was a long, unnecessary story, but my point is, people, no matter who it is, are going to tell you stupid things. They could mean to bring you down, and it could just be an off-hand comment, but you can not let it get to you. Take everything as a challenge. If anyone ever doubts you, prove them wrong. Never stop doing something you love, just because of something someone says to you. 

5. You’re young. You have a lot to learn. Don’t deny that. No, I am not calling you stupid, the opposite actually. When I was your age, I thought I was so damn smart for my age, I thought I knew everything, I thought I was above what people could teach me. That was stupid. I wish I had reached out to people. I wish I had asked people for help, for advice, for guidance. I wish I had the confidence to ask people for help when I needed it, but I never did. You did. You had enough confidence to come into my inbox and ask me for help. Keep that confidence. Find people you can trust, make friends in the writing community, find mentors. You might think you don’t need one, but trust me, growing up in the writing world, you will find a lot of moments you are going to wish you had someone you could easily reach out to for help. You are not stupid, don’t let anyone tell you are, especially because of your age. But avoid the mistake that I made, and realize that you are naive, and that you do have a lot to learn. Writing is an ever evolving trade. No one is a master in writing, thinking that you are is only going to mess you up, and ruin your confidence later on, and weaken your ability to learn and grow later on. Trust me, I know. 

6. Don’t cater to anyone. Do not write what other people want you to write. Write what makes you happy. Write for yourself first, other people later. Write the story you want to see in the world. Write something you would want to read. I guarantee you if you would like to see that story, then so would other people. I spent a  long time trying to write what I thought people would like to see me write, and that resulted in me not liking my own stories. I hated my own stories, I was bored with my own stuff, because I wasnt writing what I liked to write. 

7. Practice! Practice! Practice! The best way to grow in writing, just like with any other art form, is to practice. Find writing exercises, keep journals, play with prompts, Make short stories, try poetry, try song lyrics, Just write. 

8. It wouldnt kill you to read a book. Read books of every genre, read poetry, read plays, read novels and autobiographies. Read. Reading can help inspire you, and can help give you basic writing guidelines, and it could help you find your style. The kind of books you like to read? Guess what? That’s the kind of writing you should be doing. If you love mystery novels? Guess what you’ll have loads of fun doing? Hate romance novels? You know the kind of genre to avoid trying to write then. Dyeing for a good horror fantasy book? Write it yourself. (Also, side tip: Your favorite books? Get two copies if you can. For many of my favorite stories, I have two copies if I had the opportunity. Why? Annotation of course. I break them down. Like a puzzle, find what I like about them. What I don’t like. What works. What makes them so good to me. It adds fuel to my fire.) 

9.  This isnt completely about writing, but it is something I wish someone had told me: Your life is so valuable. I know you said people in your country can be killed for being or supporting LGBT+ so I just want to remind you to be careful. Don’t do anything that could put your life at risk, please. I struggled a lot at your age, for many different reasons. I wish someone had told me that my life was valuable. That my future is worth living for. Hell I wish I had someone to tell me that now. Look, the future is a wild thing, and you never know what it has in store for you, but I promise you, it’s worth finding out. I promise you that If you want it to, and if you try hard enough, the future can be a great place. You just gotta fight for it. You gotta fight to see it. I don’t know if that’s something you are struggling with, but just in case you are, or just in case someone tries to convince you that publishing your stories the way they are would be worth it, I need to say that: Do not do anything that could get you hurt. Do not risk it. Save them, save your stories for a time in your life when you can publish them they way they are meant to be. You’ve got a long life ahead of you, and you’ve got a lot more stories to write. Don’t let anyone or anything keep you from that. 

I really hope that helps, and I wish you the best of luck with everything. If you ever need anything else at all, please don’t hesitate to ask me. My inbox is always open! 

[lovebtsfanart]

BTS and the Photographer (Part 1)

A/N: Hey I started writing fanfics just recently on wattpad. Feel free to follow my account Kpop_Fangirl_17 as i post my work there first before here, part 2 is already up😊. I am new at this so if any other writers could give me some tips i would appreciate it

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N. +BTS members

Genre: fluff, smut(Maybe in the future?)

Words: 2k+

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, sensitive topics, depression.

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Synopsis: You are a photographer who lived and studied in London until you are given an opportunity to go to south Korea and work for BigHit Entertainment. You find out that you will be the personal photographer for BTS and will be working with nearly everyday. CEO Bang Si-hyuk had set this up and lets the rest unravel. He hopes the boys learn from the experiences you and them have and that will influence their music as well as help you. You see them all as your older brothers but you can’t deny that you feel something for the youngest, Jungkook. Both of you being shy, neither of you say anything but that does not stop you two from having little moments. Read to find out what adventures you have with the boys and love blossom between you and Jungkook.

As a person who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks I request everyone to be respectful and mature about this. If anyone wants to talk to me feel free to message me.

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Today was finally the day that you were headed to Korea, you had spent years working hard to get to where you are today and you are about to embark on a new adventure and start afresh. Studying, working and volunteering all at the same for years so that you could build up your profile as well as study so you could get a place at this famous company in London as a photographer.

While you were studying you decided that you could use the extra cash so you started to get part time jobs on weekends and during the week when you had a free lesson. Sunday mornings you delivered the local paper as well as disrtributing leaflets. You would then spend the afternoon at the local care homes and foster houses where you would play and teach the kids and spend time talking with the elderly. In the evening you would come up with fun ways to teach the children for the following week and plan what you could with grandads and grandmas at the care home. Through out the week you would volunteer at different charities and distribute food, water and clothes that had been donated to the less fortunate. You did night shifts at fast food places and grocery stores and when you got home you would sit by your mum’s bed and hold her hand. On the desk there would be countless amounts of different medicines and an oxygen tank sitting by her bed.

When you were 6 years old you were in a major car accident that unfortunately took the life of your father and your younger sister who was only a year old at the time. You and your older brother managed to get away with only a couple of broken bones, bruises and a scar on your left thigh. Unfortunately your mother was not so lucky and has to now live off an oxygen tank and pills for the rest of her life. For 14 years now you have dedicated all your time to help your mum and make sure she was never alone especially when your brother went to university.

It broke your heart that you were leaving her but since your brother finished university and now had a job he insisted that you go out and do what you wanted. It just so happened that your company was offering a job at a company in Korea called BigHit Entertainment and they were looking for a photographer. So here you were waiting, in the business class lounge, for your plane. You were too excited that you could not wait to get on the plane which was a surprise as you would normally feel very sick when flying. When you heard your flight was boarding you shot up out of your seat and was the first on board, greeted by the friendly hostess who showed you to your seat/bed for the next 11 hours. You still could not believe that you were in business class, when you said thank you to your company they said you should be thanking your new boss when you see him. Apparently be goes under the name of Hitman Bang!(the CEO of BigHit) What a great name you thought to yourself.

Two hours into the flight and you were already so bored so you decided to look up the place you were going to work at. The building it self looked clean, professional and welcoming. You then researched about the CEO, his real name was Bang Si-hyuk, but you chose to stick with the nickname as you had trouble pronouncing his real name. They were surprisingly small and they only had two groups, Homme and Bangtan Sonyeondan or BTS for short, however when you looked at their operating income you were shocked. How could they be getting so much from only the two. You found out that BTS was their main group and who were the most active and were blowing up around the world at the moment with their new Wings album and the extension You Never Walk Alone. You looked them up; Rap monster (Kim Nam-joon), Jin (Kim Seok-jin), Suga (Min Yoon-gi), J-Hope (Jung Ho-seok), Ji-min (Park Jimin), V (Kim Tae-hyung) and Jungkook (Jeon Jeong-guk).

The info page on the group was really detailed with nicknames, likes, hobbies, individual profiles the list goes on. There were also pictures of the group but the one that stood out was the one were they won Billboards Top Social artist, you were quite impressed by them and realised that they were a big deal. However one of them stood out amongst the rest, they were all very good looking, but one caught your eye. He had a cute bunny like smile and big eyes that caught the light just right to make them twinkle. He looked mature and grown up but he also looked cheeky and mischevious. Jeon Jeong-guk was his name and sure enough he was the youngest, also known as the maknae of the group. Looking at his age he was just a few months older than you, but how could that be possible they all looked so young, you thought at least one or two would be younger but apparently not.

You decided to relax and try and get some sleep to stay as calm as possible but that was not happening. You got out your camera and took a couple of pictures of your view from the window, the sun just setting which made the sky glow a warm orange and red. You looked at the photos and saw some you did not take but your brother most likely. They were of your mother and brother smiling and waving, a small smile began to creep up upon your face but that vanished as soon as you felt a slight chill up your back and your face becoming very hot. Your heart started to pound quickly and your hands started to slowly shake.

“No not now, not today of all days”

you said to yourself trying to breath slowly to get your normal heart beat back. It was not working. You needed to do something quickly otherwise it could escalate quite badly so you grabbed your head phones and cranked the volume to the play list you created for these times, consisting of Pentatonix, Tori kelly, Jasmine Thompson, Charlie Puth and Justin Beiber. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to concentrate on the song which so happened to be your favourite at the moment, Paper Hearts. Your heart started to slowly calm and your hands soon were still, a slight sweat had formed on your temple but you paid no attention as you felt yourself slowly drifting to sleep.

You were awoken by someone lightly tapping your shoulder.

“Ms Y/SN, Ms Y/SN”

You woke from your slumber and gathered your bearings.

“I’m sorry to wake you ms but we only have just over an hour until we land and you have not eaten yet”

Looking out of your window you could see little green islands and the sun was rising making the water shimmer. You quickly grabbed your camera not wanting to miss the scene and took some photos with different filters and settings to get a range of effects and versions. The flight attendant praised your pictures, looking at them over your shoulder, before you humbly thanked her and she left to get your meal. You looked back at the images and looked out the window. This was actually happening, you were going to a new country with so many things to do and explore but you needed to stay grounded. Your work needs to stay as your number one priority and once you are secure you can then let loose a bit and adventure your surroundings. The flight attendant came back with a large tray with a range of foods.

“Is this all for me?”

You said a little surprised. She placed the tray down before saying that i might be surprised how hungry i am. Looking at the food your mouth started to water but again you wanted to capture every part of your experience so you took a quick picture before tucking in.

The plane finally landed and as you stepped out you took a deep breathe, taking in how light and refreshing it felt. As you waited for your luggage your phone buzzed. It was a message from the CEO saying that someone will be collecting you at the airport. He told you he was very tall, short black hair, glasses and well built. You found your luggage and headed to the front of the airport were the drivers were. However you got a bit lost and you could not find the man that was meant to get you. THUMP THUMP. Your heart started to beat harshly in your chest and you felt it in your throat. The airport looked to get busier and you could hear loud screams coming from behind you, getting louder and louder. The room got dimmer and you started to tremble. You knew what was happening and you wanted it to stop but you could not move. You crouched down into a small ball to cradle your knees. The screaming and shouting that was deafening was now next to you and as you looked up with tears coming down your cheeks you saw a group of about 7 boys being leaded away. All of them saw you but were being ushered away by security.

A few minutes had passed but you were still crying, the tears stinging your eyes and your chest heaving.

“Are you okay?”

A low manly voice spoke but you did not raise your head. He looked at the name tag on your suitcase and instantly realised who you were.

“Your Y/N, right?”

You nodded slightly and to that he called over another man to take your luggage while he helped you up. He passed you a tissue to dry you face and explained that he was from BigHit, BTS’ manager, and he was meant to be picking you up. You still had not calmed down, tears falling fast and your body shook horribly. The manager was informed of your situation and remained calm and focused on getting you out of the crowd. Instead of leaving from the front he lead you to a quieter and secluded car park. He removed his hand that was helping you walk and told you that they had gotten to the mini bus. Still trembling he asked if there was anything you needed and that they will wait until you are ready to leave, you asked for some water which he happily retrieved from the bus. Taking a couple of sips you told him you wanted to leave the airport quickly. He opened the back door of the mini bus and as you stepped in you saw 7 pairs of eyes all landing on you. Some had phones in theirs hands, another with headphones in, one holding a book and another nibbling on snacks. They all bowed and you bowed back as you realised that they were BTS. Still shaking they all told you to sit and so you took the empty single seat in the middle next to the window, doing your seat belt before the mini bus started to move.

There was silence in the bus for the first ten minutes of the ride, only your sniffling and movements in your seat could be heard. As you had calmed down nearly a hand lightly tapped your shoulder making you turn your head to the right. You recognised him to be Namjoon, the leader.

“Feeling better”

He asked in a soft and gentle tone. You only nodded and to which you heard a quiet sigh of relief from all around you. After that three others who were the eldest; Jin, Suga and J-Hope started to reassure you and made you giggle. The three younger boys; Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook were a bit confused as to what had just happened. Jungkook tapped the eldest and quietly asked what had happend, he was about to explain when you spoke up for the first time

“That was a panic attack”

You said with no emotion. All the boys were looking at you and their manager, sitting up front, was now paying closer attention to your conversation.

“Panic attacks happen to those who have anxiety and in my case i have had it since i was 16. Its hard to explain but it happens when i feel overwhelmed and lots of thoughts in my head all get too much. I can’t stop it, it feels like someone else has taken over. My heart beats fast, i get cold sweats, my vision goes blurry and dark. Worst of all i start to shake and it does not stop. Its fear but to an extreme like life threatening ”

They all were concentrating on your words not looking away once. A worried look on their faces.

“You don’t have to worry, i’m okay now!”

Giving a small smile to stop them from frowning.

“I don’t think so”

Suga said motioning to your trembling hands on your lap.

“What do you normally do to calm down Y/N?”

Jin said softly leaning towards you from his seat. The others were still listening to you intently but with a bit less concern and more interest.

“Um..well…..i listen to music……i made a play list of some of my favourite songs that i listen to before things get this bad”

You took out your phone from your bag and unplugged the headphones.

“This is my favourite song”

You were about to press play before Taehyung stopped you

“Why don’t you give your phone to Jungkook he has a Bluetooth speaker which is really good”

You agreed that it would be better so you passed it to the boy at the back who took it timidly before connecting it

“Oh”

You looked back at the boy to see he was surprised

“Uh..do you not like the songs?”

“NO,no its not that…..”

He scratched the back of his head, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile.

“These are my favourite artists and songs as well, especially the one you said was your favourite”

He pressed play and instantly all the boys were smirking at the cute smiles you and Jungkook were giving each other. Before you realised you two were staring at each other, Jimin interrupted.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your little moment…”

You both instantly looked away and stared at your laps. The boys could not stop laughing at what was going on in front of them, more because this was their first time seeing Jungkook talking to a girl and smiling.

“…we know a little bit about you as the CEO informed us but you probably don’t know anything about us. Seeing that we are going to be together nearly all the time its only fair that we get know each other better”

You found your self agreeing but you thought it would be more fun to learn along the way.

“I already know all your names, positions in the group and age order, i did some research on the plane since i had time to kill”

The boys looked at you some what impressed.

“The rest we can find out along the way since, like you said Jimin, we are gonna be around each other a lot!”

You grinned at him and they all were smiling back at you. Just then you felt your head throb and you winced at the pain. Jungkook wanted to ask if you were okay but he stayed quiet, instead J-Hope spoke up.

“Are you okay whats wrong Y/N?”

“Its just a headache"Putting your hand up to your forehead.

“Here, have this. It should help” Jin passed you a painkiller and a bottle of water.

“Thanks Jin” taking the medication before putting your head back on the head rest. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“You can take a nap if you want, we still have over an hour to go before we are at the studio”

You just about nodded to Namjoon’s suggestion but your eyes were already falling shut. You brought your legs up to curl up into a ball on your seat, giving into your tiredness. But as you did so you heard someone mumble.

“Cute”

But you were already gone. The boys all turned to the kid sitting at the back who now had his hands over his mouth as his cheeks were dusted a light pink in embarrassment.

“It seems our maknae, my little baby has become a man!”

Jin was laughing, his squeaky, window wiping laugh that made all but one laugh. You let out a quiet moan and shivered, since you had opted to wear your shorts and oversized hoodie. Taehyung found a blanket and carefully placed it over you, trying not wake you. Feeling the warmth you smiled in your sleep, content and safe.

The boys carried on teasing the youngest but made sure not to wake you as they all agreed that you did look very adorable sleeping. They all felt they needed to protect you like a younger sister, all apart from one.

The manager sitting up front, who was listening the whole time, thought to himself that this might be the best idea the CEO has had. He was looking forward to what was going to happen next for the boys.

[crazyfangarlady]

Sildy I know like little of the windy son I drew for you please ramble about him to me 💙 also how's the green bean

my boy my man my love ZACH I’m calling it right now this is going to take me the night if I don’t try to keep it short.

Imiel is doing good!! Kind of in a lore pause while he waits for his boss’s new dragon to be born. Jeez, Ono.

nOW for proper rambles under the cut~

Most of that can probably already be found in his tag on my blog, but honestly I don’t even remember what’s in there anymore or how accurate it is. Though it’s probably still mostly good, if you wanna check it out for details I might skip here~(sidenote: after checking out his tag myself I realized there are interactions with some people you do Not like in there so. While the info is good and there is no connected lore, be wary some not-nice names are included. ;v;)

I am tORN though because there’s this huge shift between how he’s been for most of the time I had him and his current state due to Recent Lore Happenings. So whiCH ZACH DO I TALK ABOUT?? …the answer is probably to start from the beginning. More rambles for your soul. This will be too long and I am slightly sorry

Zach’s a wind mage, and part of my pirate crew, as the helmsdragon - basically, he makes the ship fly, up to creating artificial winds when needed to steer it where they want to go. That’s basically all he does- he doesn’t even take part in any of the the fighting or plundering (when the rest of the crew’s busy doing That, he’s still flying the airship). Our man doesn’t much like fighting, you see.

…which might sound weird coming from a pirate, but he’s not always been one. It’s quite a recent thing, even. He was born to a family of very rich merchants from the Cloudsong, and lived most of his life basically free from trouble. Good living environment, a family that loved him more than anything - he has a twin sister, named Adara, and they grew up real close. Best sibs.

The only thing that sets him apart from the rest of his fam is his proficiency at magic. And the man is crazy good at it. It’s innate. Heck, he could make things around him and himself as well fly before he even knew how to walk or how to speak. He was quite a handful as a child. Thankfully he was well-behaved.His parents tried to hire confirmed mages to teach him to make the best out of his powers, but it???? didn’t yield anything. Mostly because he didn’t understand the methods they wanted him to apply, and also because he didn’t want to try much… So he just kept on going with whatever he could do on his own, and not much understanding why or how it worked. Why would he?? It felt more natural to him than so many other things that were already effortless. 

(People who know his powers like to joke that to be this talented, he must be the windsinger’s own son. But they’re not that far from the truth… His sister was an only egg, and a fragile one- the others had been created lifeless. Their parents prayed to the Windsinger that she’d live, and Winddad heard them. He also heard how sad they were that their other eggs did not live, and so he was like. “Yknow what, I’m gonna do y’all a favor”, and while strengthening Adara’s own egg, created a perfect copy of it from his own magic, out of which Zach would be born.)(An identical copy of his sister, created from pure magic, by his god’s own hands. Come on, he’s made of the stuff, of course it’d flow naturally to him.)

ANYWAY. Sadly, good times have an end, he has to end up on that pirate ship somehow.

See, his family’s business was well-established, making lot of money and all. But some people didn’t like that, or certain new decisions they’d made. And one rousing scandal and some carefully planted ‘evidence’ later, their name was that of traitors, and the heads of the family, imprisoned. So our man Zach, who’d been enjoying life half doing his own thing, half helping out with said business, found himself homeless, money-less, and with everyone he used to know turning his back on him, either believing the lies or not wanting to associate with him to save face. 

I think he left the Cloudsong for a little while, maybe went to his sister’s… But eventually he came back, because it was all that he knew. Maybe to see if things had changed? He’s a stubborn one. Well, they had not, and he ended up finishing his day in some random tavern in the not-so-well-frequented area. By which I mean, most of the patrons being outlaws of some sort. The only place where people would serve him anymore without at least a handful of people giving him weird looks.

That’s where he happened upon my pirate crew, and most specifically its captain, Eydis. They’d met once before, but in very different circumstances (still good though). But all that Eyds remembered basically boiled down to “this guy is a good mage, and I need a new one of those, hEY GUY OVER THERE WANNA WORK FOR ME?”

(She’s not very subtle)

(And he was kind of in a reckless mood so he was like “A friendly face? Sign me up”)(…he just did not remember that she was a pirate. Only that he didn’t associate any negative things with her, and in that moment, that was all he needed.)(...he still has trouble explaining his reasoning from back then now. If someone asks him, he say he just followed his instinct- maybe it was a little push of fate? But hey, things turned out for the better!)

So he became a member of my pirate crew. Befriended most everyone quite easily, tbh, he’s a very sympathetic guy, and a very valuable asset to the crew too. Things went so well he ended up falling in love with Eydis, they even had some kids... At some point down the line my man Cenric comes back to the crew too, falls hard for Zach, who also loves him quite a lot, and Eydis is like “if you don’t both confess I will personally make this happen” and now they’re dating too. Its generally just Chill for a good, long time period. Happiness up on a (pirate) airship.

THEN Carver, his son, happens to die. That’s hard blow #1. He kind of bottles it up, because he’s not good at dealing with things and if he just stays positive he can do as if nothing happened, right? right??TheN, within only a few months, some heck happens over with his other two children. That’s hard blow #2. This one is a little harder to shake off. On top of Carver’s death, the emotional toll becomes kind of heavy. He’s having a bit of trouble right now tbh, not to mention that Eyds is not doing her best either- and with their captain in a bad spot, the entire crew can feel it. That’s two of their most energetic people down. The mood is just Not That Great..

AND THEN more stuff happens but this is hella long so imma cut it there bc it is Not Official Yet (and once it is it’ll probs come out in a pseudo-update that’s just Bad Writing: Discord Update Edition bc i Cannot Hecking Write)

BUT!!!!! Some Bulletpoint Zach Facts for you still, in no particular order:

When I say he was born an identical copy of his sister aside from the magic powers, I mean it. He’s a trans man~

He “befriended” a Crowned Roc once. Which is to say, it tolerates him. He gets to ried on its back sometimes. By sitting on it and keeping himself stable with magic. 

Said Roc is the one he got almost all his Windbound feathers from. Blessed them himself. In my lore, they are good luck charms and magic catalysts popular among wind flight mages

I’d talk about his approach to magic more but I found some posts instead

The jade jewelry he wears means a lot to him, and he gifted some to both his SOs, so have some very short things I wrote about those bc im a sappy shit

He almost never sleeps full nights, instead taking several short naps throughout the day. It takes a little while for other people to get used to it.

He’s, as of now, probably the most powerful dragon of my lair. And he doesn’t even realize it. This man is all potential... but almost only that.

He loves his family so much it is literally The Most Important thing to him ever. Family goes before anything else

His hair looks so ridiculously good all the time, he takes good care of it. He enjoys doing other people’s hair, too

He can’t fight to save his life

He’s almost killed a man once, though. Without even lifting a finger. I’ll need to tell that story someday. It was terrifying.

I’m cutting his hair off in future lore. It will be missed.

I love him so much but don’t do enough with him and also it’s sUPER LATE so I might stop here?

Oh wait look its theme songs time

That’s all I think?

If you have any more questions feel free to ask

Thank you so much for reading QvQ ♥

[ianb0hen]

sooooooooooo purcon3 let’s do this

so we actually got there on thursday (james blunt was on our flight in like wtf????) and waited around to check in and explored what was around the hotel food wise so then went upstairs to get ready to get ready for little mix. then we went downstairs to ask at the desk where to buy a ticket for the trams and we saw rob checking in lol we had to point out where the lifts were cos that boy was not gonna go in the right direction.

anyways little mix and the vamps were fucking lit the crowd was so loud they were v good. so we went back and slept day 1 done

day 2 we explored some more got some pretzels it was chill. it was also really warm i was like wtf this isn’t what i signed up for. and then we like queued to register which only took like an hour and got our tickets to rob’s concert. we went upstairs got changed, did rob’s concert. ngl the crowd pissed me off. like a whole bunch of people were talking over him while he spoke and while he sang it was really rude???? i didn’t get why you would pay to go and not even listen to him. but i kept accidentally making eye contact with gil while i was singing along and i got embarrassed lmao.

day 3 first thing we did was matt’s lounge which got me so nervous i wish i recorded it on my phone but i thought it would be like rogue where you kept your bags somewhere else so i didn’t think i would have been able to but oh well. so matt answered some questions and like it went silent and he like looked at me and i put my hand up to ask something and he said “oh good i was going to pick on your because you were just sat there smiling” which i know i do i just can’t help it listening to him talk about his ideas and what he has to say makes me really happy. so yeah i asked what his favourite song in moana is and he got sooooooooo happy cos i know he loves that movie and he went on about it and was telling the other people who hadn’t seen it that they had to see it. he said there might be something cool happening next season, it’s not set in stone but if it happens it’s something he thinks everyone needs right now. and that something cool is gonna happen in the first part of the comic con panel and if there’s a livestream people should watch it. he asked who had travelled to be here and we said we were from england and he was like “where?” and we were like south west and he was like “but where?” and we were like bristol and he was like “but where?” and we were like farmer country and he talked about how he wants to move out of la eventually and go to oregon and set up a farm and be completely self sufficient food-wise and how he’s planted stuff in his garden and he really wants macklin to be surrounded by nature i thought that was so interesting and cute 

so then after that there were panels and tbh i can’t really remember a lot but so photos i got two pictures with matt i got a kiss on the cheek (in which my eyes are closed and i got to retake the day after) i still got a pic of it tho and i kinda prefer it but i didn’t like the print out of it i just like the photo of the print so probably still a good move and then i wanted a full body hug without my face in it and i had to show him a pic on my phone and my hands were shaking so much when i tried to open it he was like ‘you’re okay it’s okay’. like i fr don’t know what happened to me this con cos at asylum 16 i was so chill but he made me so nervous and emotional at this one??? it was so weird. but yeah so we did that and then i did my rich and he said he liked my outfit and i was rly surprised i was like ‘OH! thank you!” and we did judging faces at the camera and i got a hug with rob because i don’t have a photo with him at all so yay. 

then we got food and then did karaoke which was LIT we were second row and gil like posed for my camera (it’s my sister’s but i was taking the pics at that point) twice and rob smiled at us and matt gave us the mic during boulevard of broken dreams like and i was looking down and when i looked up at him he was already looking at me and smiling i wish i had taken pictures but it made me freeze up. but yeah i got some great photos 

day 4 we had our r2m pictures first and we gave them sunglasses and were like “pretend you’re cool” and rich was like “pretend????? we are cool” and we were like ok dude and then we were like so you know in kings on con when you’re in the cupboard and matt’s like “rich is right you’re fuck up rob we want you gone!!” can we do that and after we took it they were like that’s so good and then i had my matt retakes and i actually bought another one with him in the morning lmao whatever i’m trash i’ve accepted it and i got one of us holding hands too because my last one rogue didn’t INCLUDE OUR HANDS IN THE PIC WYD but yeah so that was that it was then just panels for the rest of the day for me my sister had some other pics with rich and gil but i was done. the panels were odd, the questions were kinda generic and i felt like rich was lowkey done lmao and like i don’t think some of the jokes landed with the audience idk it felt like a v different atmosphere to the crowds in england. but yeah i also wish people would ask matt more questions???? i feel like he barely gets asked anything at r2m panels and it makes me kinda sad lol cos he’s actually really smart and heartfelt i wish he had the chance to speak more.

but anyways autos happened and okay i felt really emotional i wrote out a letter for matt in the queue just basically thanking him for coming to conventions and his openess with the fans and like thanking him for using his platform in the way that he does and the way he’s so positive. i told him in it that i don’t actually watch the show anymore but i come to the cons because of him mainly it was stuff i wish i could say to him but i thought it would be more articulate if i wrote it down so. i felt like i knew i was gonna cry on him so i wanted to do his auto last to kinda prepare myself more but he didn’t have a queue so we had to do him first :) so we went i had him sign my photo and like i thanked him for coming and i handed it to him and i could see my hands shake and i like felt my face crumple and i welled up and i was like “sorry” and he was like “no don’t cry” and i was like “i don’t know why i’m crying sorry” and he was like “as long as they’re happy tears yeah” and i was like yeah and thanked him again and like while we queued for gil like i still felt myself tearing up i never actually cried but like i just felt on the verge for like the whole of gil and rich’s queue lmao and i like saw him read it while we were queuing and i was like oh god no i want to take it back no and so my sister got her gil auto and then we did rich’s and he said i photograph really well and that i’m a very pretty person and omg rich is just so calming like to be around??? like matt made me feel so like emotional this weekend and rich was just like so chill and calm. so then we did rob and i had him sign my photo and we talked to him about his concert on friday then i had him write out my tattoo for me and when i said what it was he smiled and he looked idk so genuine when he looked at me and thanked me for coming so then i um and ah over getting a second matt auto mainly because i didn’t want my last interaction with him to be crying on him but then i thought i still might cry on him again if i got another so i left it and we hung about.

so then matt finishes autos and he leaves the room, he looks at me and i waved bye to him and he like stopped and came over and said “i read your letter. thank you so much for doing that for me. I will definitely keep coming back to cons for you” and he said to my sister “i don’t know if you feel the same way” and she was like “she wouldn’t let me read it” which was true lmao and he said it was so sweet and he would be coming back and my sister said about asylum and he said he should be due for the one next year and that we had to pester wayne to get him rob and rich to come and then we hugged him and that was that. i’m so happy he did that it literally made my weekend. 

then the closing ceremony happened and gil sang music of the night and i died and yeah we all sang the musical version of carry on my wayward son it was sad and made me emo that was the last episode of supernatural that i actually watched so (bar matt’s most recent one). then we went to get food and my sister had to go up and get the ice cream sandwich she ordered and all the guests turned up we were like ffs and then they ordered and said bye when we left and then we waited like 10 mins before leaving cos we didn’t wanna look like we were following them lmao.

yeah i was a great weekend, it was kinda odd cos it didn’t actually feel like it was happening while it was??? and it doesn’t actually feel like it happened as i write this??? like i’m sad that it’s over but also in a hollow way????? but also matt’s friend on twitter screenshotted my tweets and matt liked the tweet so he saw me saying mark sheppard is a shady ass which is

so yeah day 5 we explored but we couldn’t really appreciate it cos it was fucking 31 degrees and then we flew home 

i have work tomorrow i don’t want to go i just want to lie in bed and be sad about matt not being my best friend. anyways that’s everything i think i love rich i love rob and i love matt very much i hope i get to see him again next year