#don’t judge the quality I didn’t try that hard

[a-thousand-tiny-little-ants]

Musicians of tumblr, do you ever get bored and decide to make shitty garage band music?

If not, sorry for subjecting your tumblr feed to this monstrosity…

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

🌦Confessions gone wrong...

Genshin men and how they fuck up their confessions to you.

Ft. Bennett, Venti, Xingqiu, Xiao, Itto, and Wanderer

Tags: Fem!Reader, Long-Hair!Reader(Xingqiu), crushes, pining, fluff, pg, bad things happen to good people. Note: This thread is mostly humor. I just really wanted to bully some characters. No beta. Pay no mind to me trying to edit my mistakes after this has been posted. (Repost!)

Bennett 

Fatal Flaw: Honestly does nothing wrong, is just an unlucky dude.

There’s too many instances to count. The poor boy has really been trying to tell you his feelings for MONTHS.

In his excitement he wanted to be flashy and ask you out somewhere cool, like by the big tree in Windrise. The weather thankfully allowed it, but right as he was about to take your hand and confess, a swarm of crystal flies began swarming him. You didn’t know they could be so aggressive.

A restaurant! He could treat you to a meal and tell you there! When the two of you arrived at Good Hunter, it was unfortunately closed early for the day. Apparently all of the meat had suddenly gone bad…

You get the gist.... he’s been in this constant confession limbo for a while now. The more he wants it the worse it goes.

Bennett finally decided he didn’t need the bells and whistles. He cared about you a lot and he was going to confess to you if it was the last thing he did. And it damn well might be. With a new found determination, he ran out to do just that.

“Y/N!” Bennett called out when he spotted you by the Adventure’s Guild. He rushed to you, paying special attention to every stair step to keep from tripping. You turned around and smiled too sweetly when you caught sight of him. It made the boy’s heart thump in his chest. Were it not for his sudden tunnel vision, he may have noticed that cat running past him and not trip down the remaining flight of stairs. 

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried up the familiar route to the cathedral. The adventurer’s face flushed bright red when he realized you were the one carrying him piggyback. It was embarrassing..... but it shamefully wasn’t the first time. Bennett sighed in defeat and simply leaned into your back. When felt his shift in weight, you glanced back to smile at him. You giggled at his clumsiness and it was like music to the boy’s ears. You told him how glad you were that he already regained consciousness this time.  

The two of you began joke around like usual and talked the rest of the way there. Bennett took the small victories.

Venti

Fatal Flaw: Tries to impress you too hard.

He knew exactly where he was going to sing his love ballad about you. The sound of the wind as it blew off the hills of starsnatch cliff would be the perfect accompaniment. Maybe it would need some encouragement, but it was nothing he couldn’t accomplish.

Venti wanted the wine to be just right for the occasion too. You deserved nothing but the best. And how else would he be able to judge the quality.... if not just a teeny tiny taste test? He had to be thorough about this choice after all.

The bard usually had enough self control to limit himself to a glass or two, but he felt his nerves get to him a tad. Venti had the confidence that he could show you a beautiful night, but in the end it was your choice whether to accept his heartfelt gesture. The archon respected your freedom above all else. 

They sure don’t call it liquid courage for nothing! Venti was brimming with confidence when he brought you to a picnic under a tree, overlooking the cecilias in full bloom. You were visibly in awe, and your reactions quickly inflated the bard’s ego to dangerous heights. “If you think that’s beautiful, watch this.”

A gust of wind flowed over the field, sweeping up all the fallen petals to dance in the air. It was unreal, magical, magnificent, splendid, it was…… buzzing? A thud fell between the two of you and effectively ended the romantic moment. It was a wasps nest.

“ABANDON SHIP!” Venti cried out, grabbing your hand and booking it downhill. 

Xingqiu

Fatal Flaw: Hubris.

He really doesn’t like to toot his own horn. Maybe once in a while when it’s warranted. But he really out did himself. Xingqiu read plenty of books regarding the art of courting, and they guided the way to what was sure to be the most romantic confession possible. 

The brilliance was in the simplicity of the plan. First he would begin with a gift. The two of you always met at the book store on your off-days. When he sees you wear your long hair in your usual up-do, he would offer the beautiful hair ornament he acquired. Maybe in your excitement, you would even allow him to affix it for you.

The boy’s stomach dropped when he saw you enter the bookstore. He stared while you looked around for him, turning your head left and right in an adorable manner. The movement accentuated your newest feature... a hair cut. “Y/N, over here.” Xingqiu called to you, his confidence was already wavering a little. You excitedly walked to meet up with him and offered a big grin.

Well all is not lost! This leads into his next step; Flattery! “Dear Y/N, you cut your hair. It looks-” “Ugh, don’t remind me.” You quickly cut him off, mood souring just a tad. You explain the tragic story of how you stupidly got a chunk of your hair caught in a lever. The only solution was to cut it clean off, the dramatic change was definitely still a sore topic. 

Now the boy was breaking a sweat. He changed to a new tactic, to cheer you up. Xingqiu dropped the subject and prompted that you both look at the newest releases. It would help to take your mind off things and he was banking on the last step of his plan to pan out. It was his last hope. 

The two of you settled on the docks and were eager to discuss the books you had just picked. Xingqiu had hidden a love poem into the latest book from your favorite author. He knew you couldn’t resist picking it up, so he stealthily slipped the note into the book you held. Xingqiu spend all night pouring his heart out just right onto the page, as if trying to convey every reason he should be by your side. He expressed his desperate want to be the one to protect and cherish you. Watching you now, talking about your day, left his brain dazed in admiration. It made him realize that all those little things before didn’t matter, as long as you knew how much he adored you in the end.

Finally, you pulled out your newest book to show Xingqiu. The distressed boy nearly fell off the dock. “T-the cover-” He stammered, quickly righting himself. You looked back at him concerned, and slowly explained that it was a limited edition cover. It was only available for the first hundred copies sold. When you saw there was still some in stock, you just had to snag one. 

Why do novels make romance it sound so easy....

Xiao

Fatal Flaw: One track mind.

Xiao had been hyping himself up for this one moment for weeks! He nearly talks himself out of confessing every other minute. You may not even reciprocate, but for his sanity he couldn’t keep hiding how deeply he cares for you. The whole situation was so uncertain but the hammering in his chest was proof that he had to do this.

Its like a band-aid he just had to rip it off. To get it over with. Xiao had no idea how to approach it and resorted to redeeming a favor owed to him. He needed to know what he was getting into and have a battle plan. When he approached Ganyu for advice he concealed most of the details. If she was any the wiser who he was asking romantic advice for, she was kind enough to not to mention it and let him keep his pride.

Xiao glanced down at the single glaze lily in his hand. The irony was not lost on him. It was almost humorous, an adeptus making an offering to a mortal and asking for their blessing.

It was almost the time and he prepared as if going into war. You greeted him and sat casually on the balcony railing of Wangshu Inn. Xiao wasted no time with pleasantries and held out the glaze lily to you. “Please accept this.” He stated. The flower was rigidly extended to the full length of his arm. The fiery determination on his face was  quite off-putting while offering such a delicate plant.

“Ah... I appreciate it Xiao, I really do, but I can’t.” You began to say, confusion steeping into your tone.

“I insist and I ask that you hear me out.” Xiao’s arm did moving an inch. It was the first thing Ganyu told him to do. He couldn’t abandon his path already. 

“What is going on Xiao? I really can’t accept-” You try to explain.

“Please.” His eyes were downcast and the yaksha’s tone was the closest thing to a plea that you’ve ever heard it. You were a tad bewildered and felt as though there was no use trying to talk him down right now. Left with no other choice, you reluctantly took the glaze lily in your hand. 

“Y/N I must tell you that I-” Thats as far as Xiao got before the coughing fit began. Your wracking coughs brought you to your knees. A wheeze is the only thing you could manage as you point to your bag. Xiao was alert and scrambling to make sense of what was happening. Your bag is brought to you in an instant and an arm wrapped around your waist to gently guide you to a chair. 

It took twenty minutes to fully get your breathing under control. You declined is offer to go grab you help. You just knew Xiao would disappear as soon as it arrived. It was a small allergy attack and nothing too threatening, but you could tell the boy next to you was profusely beating himself up for it.

You never did find out why he was so insistent on you taking that flower. What a strange guy. 

Itto

Fatal Flaw: All of the above.

The whole situation was more or less doomed from the start. Once his oblivious ass realized he was in love with you, it was over. The oni was going to confess to you so hard that people were going to be talking about it for YEARS!

It was an all hands on deck operation. Itto gathered the whole gang and then some. He was able to recruit the neighborhood kids to gather as  many sakura pedals as they could carry. The boys were on staging duty, making sure the location was so romantic it could even make onikabuto stop fighting long enough fall in love. Itto even managed win a few fireworks off Yoimiya. (She brutally crushed him in a game of Genius Invokation TCG, and mercifully tossed a couple firecrackers his way as a consolation prize.) SCORE!

It was all coming together! All that was left was to distract you for just a little bit longer. That was a job so important that he could only entrust it to his competent second in command. Shinobu tried to convince Itto again and again that he didn’t need all this extra stuff. Pulling off something this complicated was only setting his expectations to an impossible height. Overall wouldn't it be better to be up front and earnest with you about how he felt? Her genuine, good advice promptly fell on deaf ears. Itto was far too busy trying to find which color would make his horns look even cooler in the light of all the fireflies they captured to release right when he said he loved you. Shinobu left this trainweck to to its thing and went to go find you. 

She usually would’ve press the subject more, but she did genuinely enjoy your company. The Arataki Gang Deputy considered you a good influence on the boss and anything that could keep him out of trouble, the better. 

At last, the time arrived to set all the gears into motion. Now Itto just had to wait for.... The realization hit him. He hadn't told you or Shinobu a time or place too meet today. 

The bumbling oni spent a great deal of the afternoon searching for you like a lost puppy. “Yo! Y/N! Hey Hi! I gotta talk to you!” Itto yelled out across the road.  He had finally managed to catch up to you two. The guy was ecstatic that things were looking up, plan was back on track! If he hurried now he could get you to the location the gang set up before sunset. 

Itto excitedly told you that you HAD to see something. You were always amused by his antics, so of course you agreed. Without hesitation the oni all but dragged you out the door and towards the beach.

When you arrived.... oh crap.

Apparently, you need to get a “warrant” or something to set up the most romantic love confession of all time. Are they trying to say they own the beach or something? That's crazy now! The gang members were trying to explain themselves to the Tenryou Commission guards when you both walked in on the scene. Itto may have made things only a little tiny bit worse when he called the annoyed guard a “block head without a romantic bone in his body”, but no one was keeping score were they? Nonetheless, the whole altercation placed everyone on the scene in a Tenryo Commission cell... including you. 

Shinobu was gonna be so pissed.

Wanderer

Fatal Flaw: Forgets he’s supposed to be confessing.

The whole situation was incredibly annoying anyway. You were the one who wouldn’t take the hint, why should he have to spell it out for you. It’s not like he even wanted these feelings. It was all happening without his permission. On top of that, you were dense enough to miss the point every single time he tried to explain it to you.  

“Is something on my face?” You asked your newly reformed friend while putting down your book. He'd been boring holes into your skull for several minutes now. 

“No? Why are you asking dumb questions?” He snapped. You noticed Wanderer had been doing that quite frequently recently. You sighed in defeat and began gathering your things.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, I’m heading out.” You told him casually. 

You were usually pretty patient with Wanderer, but he’d been in some sort of sour mood lately. Typically it took a few more irksome things before he would start his attitude, but you just couldn’t figure out whats been setting him off recently. You decided it was best to just let him calm down and try again later.

“Don’t.” Wanderer said snatched your hand roughly before you could get too far. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t calling you dumb.” He spoke without looking directly at you. You made no movement towards returning and his grip on your hand did not let up. 

“And?” You prompted gently.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I said it.” He spat out, clearly annoyed.

You settled back down and asked him what's been bothering him. It’s clear that he was on edge and when you pointed it out his posture became rigid. He was a former Harbinger for fuck sake. Why was this so terrifying. He had been through hell and back without flinching, yet here you were just a person with a goofy laugh and weird interests. It shouldn’t be that hard.

“It’s your fault.” The boy accused, shooting you an annoyed glare. “These emotions aren’t exactly something that come with a manual.”

You blinked back at him in confusion and damn it now you looked cute.

“Stop looking at me! It’s weird.” Wanderer sneered, and immediately scolded himself for harsh it came out. You narrowed your eyes and pointed out that he was just staring at you just a few moments ago. Doesn't that make him weird too? “What? No! That was different. Fuck, you’re already missing the point. That’s why this is impossible with you!” 

You were loosing your patience and told him he was being just as impossible. “Me? At least I'm trying to talk here. You make things so much harder. If you just didn’t look at me like I asked, this wouldn’t have been an issue.” The boy jabbed back at you. 

The bickering went on for a while and concluded with both of you storming off in opposite directions. It wasn’t until Wanderer entered the second room over that he remembered what he was trying to say...... “Ugh, smooth.” He scowls.

<A/N: Hello again! I forgot this one was so long! Thanks for the love I've been receiving on my other works! I read them all and they got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair frfr!>

[zhongrin]

to be yours

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, ayato, thoma, kaeya, wanderer, diluc

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, fluff, collar, nothing explicit is happening but it's very suggestive, diluc is so soggy in this but i’m not sorry

◇ a/n ◇ "but rin didn't you already write something similar to this with zhongli?" sHUT UP. SHUSH. SILENCE. /j

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

when you called his name so excitedly and said that you had something to show him, he didn’t think he would see you with a collar…. and is that his initials?

… oh.

oh.

zhongli tries so very hard to be a gentleman, but you can feel the urgency, the impatience in the slight bite of his fingers against your skin as he pulls you into a searing kiss. the loud purrs rumbling from his throat a telltale sign that your majestic dragon is exceedingly happy at your little present… maybe a little too happy, judging from the hardness pressing against your thigh...

hmm.

yes, the cor lapis gem on it is a nice touch, indeed.

“ah- apologies, my dear. how ungentlemanly of me… but i simply must express how much adoration i have for you at this present time.”

childe has a silly grin on his lips as he admires the accessory with his fingers. his blue eyes are hooded when he finally meets your gaze and his chapped lips persistently attack yours, an invitation to a heated battle of dominance; one you wouldn’t certainly mind losing, but you know the way you fight against him will turn him on even more.

you suppose you can indulge him... for now.

let’s see how he fares when you bring out his collar with your initials.

“y-you-for me? fuck… o-of course i’ll put it on, baby…. but won’t you help me wear it? please?”

al haitham snorts and folds his arms in front of his delicious treat of a chest, one of his eyebrows cocking up in mock arrogance, a contrast to your sweet demeanor.

he wants you to explain your choice of accessory, he says - nay, demands. and yet not even a minute into your horribly awkward speech, it’s his fingers that hook onto the leather to drag you onto his lap, right on the edge of your shared bed. there’s a certain glint in his eyes, and only then it clicks to you. he’s in that kind of mood today, it seems.

oh dear. you might want to prepare yourself to call in sick tomorrow…

“oh no, continue with your explanation, don’t mind me. i am capable enough to multitask between listening to you and leaving more… direct and indisputable versions of my marks on you.”

ayato has to blink a few times to make sure it wasn’t his sleep-deprived brain causing hallucinations after working for nearly thirty-two hours straight.

but when it sinks on him that you’re actually wearing a collar, with the kamisato clan’s sigil and his initials embellished proudly on the high-quality material - just like a loyal puppy waiting for praise from their owner - it’s like he just woke up from the most satisfying power nap he’s ever had his whole life. you find yourself pinned onto his desk seconds later, your master cooing over how adorable you look in your new outfit and how you’ll look even more the part with all your clothes off and stuffed full of his cock.

“what a good pet. my good little pet…”

thoma erupts into a thomato billion shades of reds that complement his outfit.

his brain is short-circuiting. his tongue fumbles like a three years old trying to speak words. his hands are awkwardly hovering in the air as he tries to make sense of everything.

when he finally gets his wits back, he launches into his mother-hen mode. not exactly the result you wanted, but you can work with it. you have your precious boyfriend wrapped around your fingers after all.

“d-does it not hurt? it’s not too tight, right? if it’s hard for you to adjust the length, i can help you to- what?! no, no, you misunderstand- wait, no! i don’t mean that i didn’t want to put it on you, i just- arghh, s-stop teasing me!”

kaeya blinks once, twice, and the third time is accompanied by a sultry smirk spreading over his kissable lips. he chuckles, a deep vibration that sends shivers down your spine as he eyes you like a hungry panther scouting a potential feast.

before you know it he’s had you pinned against the wall of his office, and his fingers are teasingly rubbing your jaw and under your ear, his hot breath mingling with yours as his cologne overwhelmed your senses. a knee slides between your legs and rubs against your clothed crotch, and your lover eagerly swallows your yelp with a deep kiss that speaks volumes about what he plans to do with you.

“ah, perfect. a distraction from work. lord barbatos must have seen me toil over these boring paperwork and took pity on me by giving me such a nice present. all wrapped up so nicely with a name tag to match, too…”

wanderer stares at the initials in disbelief for a full ten seconds before glaring at you. scathing words leave his lips like a fully loaded revolver, but you’re made of the thickest steel and you’re more perceptive than most - well, at least when it comes to your beloved puppet lover - so you can see the indicative ways of his joy: the slight nervous shifts of his legs, the way he’s scratching his arm for grounding himself, and most of all, the way his eyes looked at anything but the said ‘vile object’…

he’s so silly, you think fondly.

guess it’s time to play the ‘which buttons to push to break his act’ game yet again.

“you’re so embarrassing. a fucking collar, really? what are you, some kind of a mutt? and with the initials of that stupid name you gave me? what, you wanna tell the world that you’re my pet or something? hah! why don’t you bark for me then? …. w-wha- s-stop barking, idiot! what is wrong with you?!”

diluc takes a full minute to fully understand. his brain is failing to connect the dots even though he’s literally staring at the accessory.

it’s only when you point out and explain it all to him that his breath hitches. redness as bright as his hair creeps onto his cheeks, and he has to cover the lower half of his face-

wait-

are those tears in his eyes?!

“it’s… nice? i suppose. i know you will look nice in whatever you wear, beloved. your sense of fashion is impeccable in my eyes, and i- hmm? ….. oh…….. OH. i-ahem-i see. i-ah-no! no, these aren’t- they’re just…. i’m sorry, dear- i just.... feel so…. so…. loved…”

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[soulofapatrick]

Bleeding Hearts - Jasper Hale x Reader

Summary: Jasper finds you on the floor crying and bleeding and patches you up which leads to feelings being admitted

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: blood; cut otherwise fluff and a little angst

Notes: DW I’m still gonna be writing TLOU stories too

Y/N’s POV

I didn’t wanna go back to mine, the place feeling to cramped and closed off which I know would add to all the pent up frustration I’m currently feeling. It’s why I’ve ended up at the Cullen’s house, needing to be somewhere no one will judge me and hey maybe Jasper can use if freaky emotional control on me so I can stop feeling like I want to slam someones head into a table or scream. This week has been non-stop and I just need a fucking break, shoulders tense and heart racing as I let myself in, knowing they’ve got the fridge stocked for me to help myself to anything I want. 

I drop my rucksack with a hard thump, kicking my shoes off and throwing my jacket in the general direction of my bag before heading towards the fridge. I’m moving around the kitchen island too quickly as I feel my elbow connect with the  beautiful glass jar there and just watch it go crashing to the ground, realising a few expletives, “Ahhh! Fucking shitting fuck!” 

The sound of shattering glass grates against my ears as my frustration is turning into overstimulation, the frustration reaching a breaking point that I can’t deal with it anymore. The tears are welling up in my eyes as I sink to my knees to clean up the mess before any of the Cullens get home and see me in this state. It’s like I’m fighting a losing battle and everything is just falling apart around me, the frustration is just so overwhelming and I’m struggling to stop the tears as they stream down my cheeks rather embarrassingly. The Cullens don’t like to leave me home alone after what happened to Bella and Laurent when Bella was human. 

“Y/N?” My head flies up at the sound of a familiar southern drawl to see Jasper standing in the doorway. His usually golden eyes are a bright, almost glowing shade of red and his gaze is intense as they focus on my hands while his jaw pops audibly as if he’s trying to restrain himself. My hands are bleeding, the pain only registering with me as I see the fresh blood dripping down my palms and onto the floors, adding to the mess I’ve made with the jar. The frustration turns into hopelessness as I can’t even clean up without causing more problems, the world conspiring against me and hey, maybe Jasper could lose control and kill me. It’d be the least of my problems at the moment, “Leave the glass, I’ll clear it up. Let’s get you bandaged up.”

The honey blond vampire is swallowing thickly, as if swallowing his urge to give into the bloodlust, before he’s approaching me. He crosses the room in a few quick, human paced, steps to lean down and help me to my feet with his icy hand on my forearm. He’s leading me upstairs and down the very familiar hallway, past my room to the room at the end which is his. I don’t think I’ve actually been in his room in the year I’ve been friends with the Cullens. 

The walls are a soft grey colour, making me think back to him and Emmett running upstairs one day with cans of grey paint a few months into me knowing them all, and there’s a few painting on the walls. There’s photos around the room from different centuries he’s lived through. If I was in a better mood I think I would have laughed at it and teased him as it’s such an odd sense of humour and I like it. He also has a bed which surprises me as they’ve vampires, they don’t sleep. It’s large and comfortable with high quality linens and pillows, a cozy blanket draped at the foot of the bed and a few fuzzy pillows. He’s pushing me onto the bed, making me sit on the edge while he disappears to do whatever, I don’t mind as it gives me time to really take in every detail of his room. 

There’s a vintage dresser, looking like it has been carefully maintained and it just makes me think about how weird it must be to watch the world you were born into develop and change while you… you stay the same. It must be so scary and lonely, watching everything you knew change with only you knowing what it once was. 

Jasper’s returning, med kit in hand and I can feel my heart rate embarrassingly begin to race at the sight of him and I know he hears it as he’s got a small smile on his lips. He doesn’t say a word though, sitting next to me and raising an eyebrow as if to tell me to hold my hands out. I do just that, marvelling at how gentle and careful his touch is. His hands are cold and smooth against mine, the contract between us noticeable and somewhat soothing. 

Despite the stinging pain of the cuts the sensations of his touch is almost comforting and if find myself relaxing under his care. I can feel his fingers brushing against mine and there’s an undertone to intimacy in the way he tends to me. His touch almost hypnotic that I get lost in it, the tension almost palpable and I know he definitely feels it as he’s able to read emotions. I should be embarrassed about Jasper always being able to know exactly how I feel but right now I couldn’t care less because even without vampire abilities I can tell it’s reciprocated and the moment is a gentle one, just between us. 

He’s breaking the tension, southern drawl filled with heat and concern, “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s got you all worked up?” His eyes are fixed on mine, the red having disappeared so they’re that breathtaking golden colour again, like the colour of a sunset on a hot day. The concern in his tone is genuine and I think my heart jumps into my throat when he leans closer to me. 

“I-I really don’t know.” I reply softly, feeling stupid that I got so worked up over something that I don’t even know what it was. He’s leaning even closer, icy hands sliding up my shoulders around my shoulders as he pulls me into a hug that draws a sound of surprise from me. His embrace is warm and full of comfort despite how naturally icy cold his body is as it’s pressed to mine. The scent of the vanilla shampoo he uses on his wavy blond hair and the rich and musky scent that is just Jasper, makes me almost dizzy. 

Being so close to a vampire like this I feel completely safe and secure. His nose is buried in the crook of my neck and his cool breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Vampires have no need to breath but it just seems a force of habit for the Cullens as they’ve integrated themselves into mortal society. I know how hard this must be for him, controlling his bloodlust being so close to my jugular but I don’t feel scared in any way. The moment feels intimate and special, feeling an embarrassing surge of romantic attraction towards him as I want to stay in his arms forever. 

The small smile I feel against my neck lets me know he can sense my emotions and a gasp is ripped from my throat when those cold lips press to my neck before he’s pulling back. Those golden eyes have darkened a little, full of unmistakable desire and passion. My heart is trying to break through my ribcage when he moves his hands to my cheeks, pulling me forwards until those same lips are soft against mine. I’m caught off guard as I never though Jasper would actually make a move, given his reputation for not being able to control his lust of human blood yet, making the kiss somewhat overwhelming. 

The kiss is oh so gentle and calculated as if he’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me, thumbs stroking my cheeks softly as my own fly to his chest, feeling the coolness of his skin and the hard muscles beneath his shirt. My whole body feels electrified, tingling with anticipation and a satisfaction that I’ve not felt kissing other boys. His lips are surprisingly soft and cool against mine, mouth opening slightly so he can slide his tongue over my bottom lip. I’m parting them for him, our tongues meeting and the passion intensifying in a flood of warmth and I’m sure if Jasper knows he’s using his powers or not as we lose ourselves in the moment. 

Hands move from my cheeks, one to grip my waist almost painfully and the other tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back to deepen the kiss even more. I’m pressing against his chest lightly and he loosens his grip on my hair so I pull back enough to gasp for air and he’s chuckles low and rich, southern drawl strong and going straight between my legs, “Sorry doll, I forgot you need to breathe.” 

“Jasper.” His name slips from my lips in a whine and his eyes darken even more, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’s yanking me forwards again, lips crushing against mine and I’m melting into his embrace as I can feel how careful he’s being with me despite how much sexual tension and want there is between us. He’s shifting his body over me, the hands in my hair and on my back are laying me down. 

My body feels so alive with the comfortable weight of him above me as he moves his lips down my neck and sucking gentle hickeys into the skin. His lips trailing down my neck is a new sensation that has my hips raising and searching for some form of friction, drawing a low sound from him. It’s amazing, being able to finally express all these feelings I’ve had kept hidden for so long, letting his feel the love and want for him. My fingers running through his surprisingly soft hair, pulling him closer to me, wanting Jasper to be the only thing on my mind. 

Suddenly, a low sound escapes my lips and Jasper’s replying with a small laugh as his hand in my hair moves to cover my mouth as he whispers, “They’re back darlin’.” 

“Jazz,” I can’t stop the whine as he breaks away from me, letting me catch my breath and regain my composure before we go down and greet the rest of the Cullens. I feel so empty and longing and I don’t care if everyone hears with their vampire hearing when I grip the front of Jasper’s shirt and yank. It catches him off guard, a surprised sound rumbling in his throat as he tumbles on top of me again, arms catching himself before he hurts me, “Jazz.” 

“I know sweet girl, I know,” He coos softly, fingers brushing the stray strands away from my face, his gaze so loving it steals the air from my lungs and I’m flushing hot, “Come on, we gotta go talk to them.” 

“They can hear us.” I protest quietly and he’s chuckling fondly again, head falling to my shoulder. 

“There is glass and blood on the floor.” Jasper reminds me and I groan in protest but let him move away, watching him as he’s now standing beside the bed. His tall and lean figure towering over me and I should be scared but all I feel content. He runs a hand through his tousled blond hair, causing it to fall into a charmingly disheveled way across his forehead. His golden eyes are filled with tenderness and concern as he gazes down at me, taking in my flushed and flustered appearance, chiseled jaw set in a determined expression, as if he's ready to protect me from anything that might cause me harm. Despite his vampire nature, there is an undeniable warmth and humanity in his features that make you feel safe and loved.

He reaches down and helps me to my feet, placing a soft kiss to my forehead before holding my face in his hands and looking me in the eyes promising me he will always look out for me no matter what. A sense of comfort washes over me as he wraps me in a strong embrace that has me knows he means every single word and no matter what any of his family says he will always stay by my side. 

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @portgasdash asked: Hiii sashiii you know what I am gonna ask Ichiji and female reader with the touch prompt below. Let's add a bit of sensory deprivation for our prince where he can't touch and see hut he can sure feel everything his pet is doing to him :3 love yoooou➜ of course my love! please enjoy our strawberry boy! ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. blindfold. vag sex. kinda romantic. ✦ wc: 2k ✦ masterlist

Where blue orbs should be shining, now there is heavy gauze covering them. He rests laying on a big couch, with his hands on top of his belly and lips semi apart.

The monitor had been already disconnected from him, Prince Ichiji only has to rest for a few days until he is able to see again. He didn’t really wanted to get his eyes once again modified, but he wasn’t the one able to decide. Judge had developed what he called “an improvement in vision” and so his sons, specially Ichiji had to try it first.

You couldn’t help but worry; sure, he is an incredible strong human and sure nothing could hurt him… but messing again with his vision was something you weren’t happy about either.

However, because Ichiji had been a great boyf- master to you, you wanted him to go through his recuperation with a smile on his face… even if he wouldn’t be able to see exactly what his surprise is.

“Ichiji-sama 🎵 ~” you chime, with a melodic tone he loves to hear. Your hands behind your back and a playful way of walking inside his room.

The sun slightly caresses his red locks that aren’t as brushed and stiff as always but rather lose falling over his perfect countenance. You notice he jolts such a little to the sound of your voice, but a smirk isn’t appearing on his lips this time.

“What is it, (Name)? I am resting now” he says, short and straightforwardly.

It takes you a back for some seconds. He has always acted as a serious man; in fact he tries hard not to show any emotion besides disdain and true qualities of a prince… but never once he has said no to your sweet playful approach.

“I- I just wanted to come and give you a surprised to cheer you up. Are you feeling any pain?” you ask, shily. The last part for sure being the most risky question above all… Vinsmoke Ichiji never grieves or hurts… right?

You can see his fists closing and his nails carving on the armrests of his chair. “I don’t feel any type of pain” he mumbles, with clenching jaw and equally clenched teeth. Yet, he is not angry at you. He would never. He is simply, and most probably, sad. And that’s not something he was taught how to overcome.

But you can’t stop yourself. And soon you slide like a snake to where he is, surrounding his frame from behind with your arms. A palm on his chest, and you can feel the way his modified heart pumps faster. Maybe it is even made out of steel, who knows.

“I apologize for even suggesting my prince would be weak in any way. May I give Ichiji-sama my gift now?” you whisper into his right ear.

You see his neck skin turning all bumpy, reacting so instantly to your soft and purring words. A smirk plasters in your lips as you can also sense his pulse raising on the palm of your hand.

“You may… but, I won’t be able to do much. I am unable to move, they told me I could lose my sight if I dare to move further” he accepts, understanding very well your lustful intentions.

You giggle. You are fully aware of the proper care you should give to him. You have asked every doctor and scientist before even entering the room. They know of your close relationship with the prince, nor any of them know exactly what you two do on sleepless nights.

“My prince, just relax. This time, your kitty will do all the work for you… Let me pamper you ~”  you moan, this time in his left ear, placing a kiss on his cheek after.

He gasps at your soft lips being pressed on his skin; because it was sweet and caring, and he couldn’t push you away to say he didn’t like such loving gesture. It is, perhaps, for Ichiji, a real difficult challenge to grant control to others.

You walk around him to face his highness, never once lifting your hands from his shoulders. He can tell you are in front of him, but not exactly what you are doing nor about to do. Sure, he could use Haki, but for what reason? Wasn’t this a surprise? Then, so be it.

Slowly and silently, you straddle your hips on his lap. Letting your body fall ever so softly on top of him, making him jolt at your sudden approach. A movement you aren’t usually allowed to perform if not he is ordering you to do so.

You giggle. Ichiji isn’t probably aware of the faces he is making; a frowning that looks more of a troubled expression. Not because he is uncomfortable but because he has fallen into the trap of lust and perversion so quickly.

“My prince, you smell so good” you utter, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. He, as always, and even more now, smells like the sweet path to hell. His scent is so enticing and delicious, you couldn’t even yet decipher exactly what it is. It’s a mix in between juicy strawberries, spike full roses and masculine perfume.

It’s clear he has just had a bath, and you kinda hate the fact some other women had seen him naked and ultimately washed his perfect body. But, alas, is not now when you should worry about it.

Ichiji’s hands finally move so delicately to the small of your back, pushing you slightly towards his chest. He unconsciously needs you closer, so closer he couldn’t breathe as your breasts press against his pecs.

Smirking, you allow him to push you in and enjoy the taste of his neck skin with just the tip of your tongue. You leave a pool of shininess on the little indentation his prominent right collarbone has above before biting with great elegance such place.

“You are so delicious, my master ~” you murmur, using your hands to slowly unbutton his black ruffled shirt. The future king has always dressed differently from the other princes, which is nothing but yet another showing of his uniqueness.

“Am I, (Name)? Indulge in my body for today, you are absolutely allowed to” he grants you permission to go any further, to enjoy his anatomy, to praise his constitution as a God.

You excitedly beam. You weren’t expecting such reaction, but this is maybe the most beautiful way Ichiji has to express love and gratitude towards your support.

While you finally free him from the last button, you keep your hips moving in a floaty way back and forth. You can feel his hardness growing, yearning to be released from pristine white trousers.

Taking a moment to admire such work of art, his marked abs and his pale white skin are nothing but perfection to your eyes. You use your hands, who have been previously treated to be as soft as possible, to travel up and down his chest. And from his chest, you go down to the tiniest bump of belly that protrudes as he is sitting down.

You feel tiny little twitches coming from his muscles, turning rapidly into shivers as you begin to kiss down his abs. “As always, every inch of your body tastes uttermost delicious” you murmur, licking every corner of his flesh.

It’s been some minutes since the sun has set, and now the brightest of the moons shines outside the window. Before taking your lingering hands to his belt, you take a moment to admire such spectacular view from the castle. And, even if the Grandline ahead looked marvellous, there was nothing compared to the beauty you had in front and under you.

“It’s already night, Ichiji-sama…” you purr into his ear, followed by a soft bite on his earlobe.

“Ngh.. is it? I-…” he is unable to articulate any words, as you have just freed his sex from the trapping hands of his trousers. Slowly sliding back on his legs, you don’t care about your weight; Ichiji can support you with no effort at all. His thighs are literally made out of steel.

Speaking of thighs; there is something you wanted to do since forever and that you couldn’t until today. Is not that you wouldn’t want to carve your nails into his quadriceps whenever he is fucking your mouth, but you never dared. However, as he has allowed you to enjoy his body freely, you will, all over his skin, use your hands tonight.

“Master, your legs… I love them so much” you purr, massaging his muscles with silky motions that soon turn into violent squeezes.

The future king moans out of surprise, and soon his own palm searches for your neck.

You giggle, helping him get to it as he is blindly trying to find your carotids to be pressed. “Here, Ichiji-sama. You want to choke me?” you ask, giggling, squeezing his hand to do so.

“No… I wanted to – your face…” he whispers, with blushed cheeks becoming ever redder than his hair. He wanted to give you a caress? That’s, for sure, something new.

You smile softly, and thus, you move his hand to your cheek. He soon uses his thumb to graze your pouty lips. He is maybe trying to touch to imagine or asking for kisses. And you allow him to have both. As you reach for his mouth, he pouts in urge to finally give you a steamy kiss. Such needy expression makes you shiver, never once you’ve seen it and it’s the most precious memory you will ever have of him.

While your tongues dance, and your hips softly hump on his now fully hard sex, you move his hands down your chest. You let them rest for some minutes on your breasts, allowing him to discover you are wearing the expensive lingerie he has bought for you.

Ichiji presses, squeezes, enjoy the touch of your hardening nipples. He smirks with your lips still pressed; he grunts in pleasure.

You giggle more and more, and the humping gets even faster. Even if he isn’t still inside you, your wetness are creating a mess on both of your laps. And so much the grazing of your sexes is making you both bite each other’s lips, that none can wait any longer. Both want to mix in one, join your bodies as much as possible…

“My prince, shall you bless me with your hardness deep inside me?” you politely ask, before lifting your hips up a little to let his juicy length slide inside you.

Ichiji grunts loudly, carving his fingers into the flesh of your side hips. He knows he can’t move any further, but oh how he wishes he could take those gauzes off to see your body jumping on his sex.

He helps you, blindly, to get his sex right inside you and with a soft spank on your ass he moans; “No need to be that formal, (Name)… let feel that tight hole surrounding my dick now”

You let yourself fall, while his shaft alone has moved your lace panties to the side. The violent intrusion of his hardness makes you throw your head back with a loud whine that could be heard all around Germa 66 castle.

But you don’t care. Neither does him.

You place your hands on his shoulder, squeezing deliciously such wide frame. You can see him biting his own lower lip, as he goes as deeper as he could go inside you.

Squeezing your walls, clenching to him, you begin to move up and down, back and forth. Taking his hands to your breasts, he enjoys how they bounce.

Ichiji brings his body towards you, burying his nose into your chest, hugging you tightly. He is about to burst, as he can only focus on what he can feel, what he can hear, what he can taste and smell in a total darkness… maybe he even learnt that connection is not just the beauty his eyes can see but all the rest his own body can feel…

You hug him with loving arms, passing your nails through his hair as climax hits us both in an explosive releasing sensation.

“Thank you for the gift, (Name)” he whispers, still buried into your chest. His words a little muzzled by your skin pressing his nose and lips.

You allow him to spend as much time as he desires there… you too close your eyes, there is no need to see anything else, but just to feel his warmth against yours, and the way his and your hands were all over your skins tonight… 💖

[ryuichirou]

Which twst characters do you and katsu relate to the most or which match your personalities the most?

Oh Anon, you have no idea how excited I am about your ask… Because I already had the pleasure of agonising over this question a year ago, but Katsu didn’t! Now it’s Katsu’s turn to be uncomfortable and vulnerable! So I am as pumped to read this post as you are to be honest lol

I’ll still give you a TL;DR about my situation first though, in case you don’t want to read my old post: I relate to a lot of characters in for a lot of reasons (I think all of us do), and I definitely named a lot of boys lol But those who I have the most kinship with are probably Kalim, Rook, Ortho, Sebek, Azul, Lilia. I mentioned a couple of other guys in my old post, but they either have one specific trait that I find very relatable, or wishful thinking lol

If I had to pick three that I feel second-hand embarrassment from because of recognising some of my traits in their bullshit, I’d say it’s Kalim, Azul and Sebek. What a combination, I know. But my reasoning from the linked post is still the same….

But also! You know what? There is one addition to the list I’d like to make. I think it’s time to admit that I also want to strangle Trey from time to time because of how similar his attitude feels. I don’t think that I  as much of a people-pleaser as I used to be when I was a teen, but there are still moments when I catch myself thinking “I don’t even want to bother with that, it’s easier to give them a non-answer and keep my actual opinion to myself”. This + a bunch of other corny and stupid shit argGghhhh wait do I hate Trey Clover? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Alright, I’m done lol Thank you for your question! Now for the Katsu’s part:

Katsu:

I’m about to make this post 100 times more awkward with my list lol There’s practically no difference in both of your description, so I’ll treat them interchangeably, Anon, as you probably intended.

I asked for Ryu’s assistance for these explanations because my mind went blank when I sat down to write them.

Also, I’m sorry I wrote so much 😱 I wanted to explain everyone to some extent and it seems I can’t shut up... I’m also very sorry if I sound very entitled. It’s surprisingly hard to write something like this, and I end up sounding like I’m constantly sucking my own dick with “look at how cool I am”. This is very embarrassing, please don’t read this post.

I’m a very generic bitch, so my most relatable/similar character is Idia, like he is for a lot of other people. He has it all: our takes on a lot of things is similar, including the nasty ones; apparently, we’re both good at reading other people’s character; he’s very cynical and has a negative outlook on life; the way we view certain things; our priority for quality time and spending it with those we care about; all the teasing and rude things that he does I actually do as well; our... ehh independence of our views?? idk how to say this better, just coming to conclusions on our own instead of taking the most popular option; Ryu thinks I’m smart (I’m not, and I’m especially not a tech genius and I’m actually bad at playing videogames), but I’d rather name it swings between “I’m a genius” and “I’m shit”, this constant desire to be as objective as possible even when referring to yourself while acknowledging subjective opinions when they’re unavoidable; our relationship with people is terrible in a similar way; the way he puts others down and then himself as well is sometimes word for word what I’ve said to Ryu for all those years we’ve known each other, so self-criticism; our love for art and anime in particular, though I don’t watch or read much anymore; his social... everything, his fear of interactions, his confidence in other people judging him all the time and thinking he’s cringe; his attempts to disappear and go unnoticed; the fact he gives up before even trying a lot of times. I can go on and on... It’s easier to tell where we’re different – I’m not that bold online, I just silently lurk; my internet slang is lackluster at best; I don’t play games that much and I’m not a huge fan of multiplayer games... which might seem nitpicky, but I consider it to be an important part of his personality. I feel like I’ve just tried to describe Idia instead of explaining anything lol Sorry

Jamil is also very relatable, he’s pretty similar to Idia personality wise (at least some of the qualities I mentioned), so I won’t repeat myself in terms of his personality. He’s also tired from everyone’s bullshit. Jamil’s desire for travelling and his love for calm times where everything around is quiet should be mentioned. He has to babysit Kalim, and sometimes I have to do something similar – nobody asks me to, but all this micromanagement that he does for Kalim like organising perfect conditions for him, making sure that everything’s right and being prepared to unpredictable events, although I’m not as consistent as Jamil in this regard. I’m the one to buy tickets, book places, come up with routes, make sure nothing’s forgotten, figure out at what time happens what, where to buy this and that thing, how to get to some place, and other things like that. It’s not like Ryu can’t do this stuff (except for getting somewhere, this bitch has no sense for directions), I just don’t allow it a lot of times lol We don’t want accidents. Ryu also sometimes gets praised for things that I do, that can be super annoying, that’s why I hate it when Ryu tries to brag about me.

Vil... gets a similar reaction from me as he does from Epel. I’d hate to know him irl, although a lot of points he makes are actually very true. He holds himself and others to a very high standard which is what I also do, but we do it in different areas. We both workout, although I’m nowhere near his routine or his diet, of course, but the discipline aspect of it is important. The most similar thing is our passion for True Art, the way we view it, the way we approach it, and the way we understand how audience works. Our love for cinema, I watch a lot of movies, but I’m not a nerd when it comes to them. I’m not a film bro- oh wait I actually am. The more you know. Also, all the movies Ryu watches usually come from me.

Ace – the entire first book, from the moment he got a cauldron dropped on him (before that I wanted to punch him). He’s somewhat chill, he doesn’t like anyone’s bs and he hates rules that don’t make sense. He’s relaxed to a certain degree (sometimes too much lol), and the things he appreciate in relationships (both friendly and romantic) are the same for me. Our love for fun stuff, to a certain degree for me though, but not the same level of irresponsibility, as I’m usually the one to chicken out and bail. Not always, though! Ace also gets a grasp of things quickly, but forgets them just as fast.

Floyd – the desire to tease/bully serious people is too strong 😔 Plus, extreme mood swings with losing interest, but these are not nearly as common as his. Sometimes you have tons of fun, and then a second later, in an instant, you lose the spark.

Malleus – we just like to wander somewhere... his love for ruins, but I’m yet to meet someone who doesn’t like them or their aesthetics lol His isolation, and Ryu says the way we say/ask/do things sometimes is similar. Also most based overblot reason ever (same for Idia and Vil though). I’d probably be able to point out his character traits better if we saw book 7, but that’s it for now.

Epel – he hates girly stuff lmao His toxic masculinity is relatable for my teen years, and the way his speech is impolite (in my case, I just swear a lot though). He’s somewhat of a slow learner and he cringes from doing cute and girly stuff.

Deuce – he is so adorable... ahem. The way he struggles with learning is relatable, and the feeling when you put yourself fully into something and still fail. I managed to get great/normal marks, but the amount of knowledge I actually have is laughable. Deuce is very earnest, me too, in some ways, but I’m not nearly as proactive as he is. I wouldn’t bother.

Leona – sometimes I get bored in the middle of the day and go to sleep lol Usually it happens when Ryu’s around and draws something, and we have only one desk, so there’s nothing for me to do. Leona’s also lazy. That’s the entire reason Leona is on this list.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The reader suffers from claustrophobia and some students play pranks on her. They locked her in a closet and she had a panic attack. Weems finds the reader later, when she is no longer in contact.

Safe and Warm

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: You get bullied and end up somewhere you really don’t want to be. Small spaces always made you scared. But now your locked in.

TW: claustrophobia, small spaces, bullying, crying, panic attack, angst

A/n love the request and I hope you guys like it.

It was safe to say Wednesday wasn’t the only troublemaker in the school. But at least she never hurt anyone with malicious intent. The others weren’t so nice.

It was never a good day when they saw you. A rowdy group of furs who liked to show off and bully some of the younger years. Their so-called pranks would get more and more devious as the full moon grew closer. Unfortunately, you seemed to be their target for the day. You had done your best to stay out of their sight. Brandon was the pack leader and called all then shots and as an empath you sensed their wild emotions before you saw them, but it was already too late. They had seen you.

With the eyes of a hunter, they closed in. You were running late for botany and really didn’t have time for this today but that didn’t stop the slight tremor in your hands. They had you pinned to the storeroom cupboard. Surrounding you on all sides.

“So, thought you could get away huh?” Brandon asked with a jeer.

“No, not at all. I simply have places to be.”

“Hmm, well maybe… seeings you're not going anywhere right now and seem awfully close to that door behind you we can help you destress a bit by giving you some quality alone time.” He sneered.

That didn’t make much sense and you were about to ask what he meant when a strong arm wrapped around your left bicep and pulled you away from the door. Another one of the burly furs opened it, it was one of the cupboards that locked from the outside and seeings you were in a very remote part of the school this wasn’t going to end well.

The next thing you knew you were pushed from behind falling onto your hands and knees rather hard you felt the skin of your knees and palms tear on the jagged stone floor.

Quickly spinning around to try and escape you heard the door close and the laughter fade.

Taking a shaky breath, you tried the door handle already knowing it would be locked. The handle didn’t even twist at all. That confirmed it then, you were going to die alone in a storeroom.

Shuffling to the wall that faced the door you leant against the cool stone and curled your knees to your chest. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you suppressed sobs. You had always hated small spaces. They left you alone with your thoughts and the stress always made it harder to suppress the feelings of others. You could sense nobody in the hall, your powers drawing a blank on anyone to get a read on. Resting you head on your knees you tried to steady your breathing.

The walls felt tight, and your chest felt tighter. Breathing was difficult and yet you soldiered on. Closing your eyes and imagining a wide-open field you scrubbed the tears from your eyes hoping someone would notice your absence in botany and that they would be quick to find you before the walls squished you be young repair. Rocking back in forwards in the dimly lit room you cried into your knees, tears rolling down your legs and face and dampening the fabric of your collar and skirt.

You hated this. It was cold, small and tight. Your breathing was shuddery and broken by silent sobs. You had no idea how long it had been the panic attack making it hard to judge.

It was getting more difficult to breathe and the rocking was only so soothing. You wrapped your arms around yourself and squeezed hoping the pressure would help ground you. Breathing became a little easier at that but still not good enough.

Larissa Weems has been enjoying her morning coffee when Marilyn had burst into her office. Setting down the steaming takeaway from the weathervane she sighed.

“Marilyn whats the matter?”

“Y/n never showed up to class. She’s not in her dorm. Hasn’t left the grounds and was supposed to meet with me after class. Larissa she’s missing.” The botanists said looking both worried and concerned.

“Well. We best find her then. We should start by letting the other teachers know to keep an eye out for her, before launching a full-scale search we should try and find her ourselves. Do you have any ideas as to where she may be?” Weems asked already sending out an email to her staff.

“All i know is that her friends said they saw her at breakfast, and she said she was heading up to my classroom for an early start.”

“Well, we should retrace her steps. See what we can find.” Weems said standing and placing a comforting hand on the teacher's arm.

The two left the office, Larissa’s coffee cold and forgotten on the desk.

Walking down the maze of halls Larissa had her eyes scanning every little detail, if she hadn’t, she may well have missed it.

“Hmm.” She said pausing in the corridor.

“What?” The botanist asked stopping beside her.

“These old storerooms aren’t supposed to ever be locked.” Weems said and walked over to the door. She froze as she heard soft whimpers coming from inside. Quickly she turned the door handle and opened the door.

Both teachers looked in and down at you curled up on the floor sobbing. As the door opened your tear-stained face looked up and you hurled yourself at the botanist, wrapping your arms around her and sobbing into her neck.

After a second to realise what had happened, she gently patted your back.

“Shh shh its ok Y/n/n. We’re here sweetheart. Your safe. Okay?” She asked and you let out another small whimper, your body still wracked with sobs she could feel your uneven breathing. Gently she peeled you off her and looked into your eyes holding you by your shoulders.

“Love can you take some deep breathes for me. In. Hold. And out. Good. Good.” She said as you drew shuddered and broken breathes. the principal had grabbed your satchel and whispered something to Marilyn who nodded.

“Y/n.” Weems started, and you turned to look at her with big sad eyes. “Do you want to come sit with me and Ms Thornhill in my office for a bit darling?” She asked and you nodded and went back to hugging the botanist.

Ms Thornhill realised you weren’t letting her go anytime soon so she scooped you up as you clung to her. Holding you up, your face buried in her neck and your front pressed to hers as she had an arm under your thighs to hold you up. The two teachers walked back one carrying your satchel and one carrying you.

Once you were back in Larissa’s office Marilyn sat down on the couch and Larissa sat down next to you gently rubbing your back as you were still attached to the teacher.

“Darling, can you tell us what happened? How did you end up in there?” Larissa asked.

You turned your face to look at her and sniffled, launching into a broken explanation you watched the principals anger grow. But it wasn’t at you, it was for you. A few minutes later she was on the phone with the school board wanting a severe punishment for the boys as she refused to tolerate any sort of such harmful conduct among students.

After you had settled some more, you were still in Ms Thornhill’s lap were resting softly. Completely exhausted by all the emotions you had been dealing with as your abilities drained you and you control over your own emotions. Your cheek was pressed into Ms Thornhill’s collarbone as your slow breathing tickled her neck. She felt you relax in her hold and knew you were asleep.

She mouthed something to Larissa who nodded and grabbed a blanket from her own quarters and tucked it around your sleeping form still resting on Marilyn.

“Looks like you're not leave anytime soon. Can i get you anything?” Weems asked with a chuckle.

But you didn’t hear, you were dead to the world, snoring softly into Ms Thornhill’s chest and for the first time in a long time feeling safe and warm.

MASTERLIST

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 6

Write about a blackout (from this list) ➸ totally cheating once again and using this as a one-word prompt instead of probably how it was intended??? oh well. have some canon-verse angst and I’m sorry…

“Do you want to know the stupidest part?”

Foggy looks over at Matt, who’s hunched over his drink like someone might steal it from him. Then again, the fake IDs that got them into this bar were honestly not the highest quality, so it’s not an entirely baseless fear.

“Granted you’ve told me like three details total about what happened between you and Elektra, I will take any additional information you want to divulge, stupid or otherwise.”

Matt blinks at him with hollow eyes. “You just said a lot of words to me.”

Foggy sighs. “What’s the stupidest part, Matt?”

“I thought—it’s just—you’re going to think I’m a moron.”

“I won’t,” Foggy says, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. “I think you’re extremely smart, buddy. You might be the smartest person I know, okay? Just tell me. I promise I won’t judge.”

Matt looks so utterly fragile and lost in that moment that Foggy honestly doesn’t want to hear what’s going to come out of his mouth next, because he just knows it will break his heart. It’s been hard seeing Matt in such bad shape and to know almost nothing about what happened between him and his girlfriend after he’d disappeared with her for two weeks. Foggy had been a wreck about it, beside himself with worry and yet without a legitimate reason to excuse himself from classes and responsibilities, so he’d walked around for those two weeks like a shell, keeping up appearances, until Matt came back. His relief at his reappearance was quickly replaced by a new kind of worry, when he saw how miserable and unstable Matt was in the wake of…whatever happened. Matt still couldn’t be induced by any means to give Foggy a straight answer on that count.

“I thought I was going to marry her,” Matt says, quietly. If Foggy hadn’t been actively trying to hear him, that statement would have been lost to the noise of the bar.

“That’s not stupid at all,” Foggy says, allowing the hand on Matt’s shoulder to slip over to rub his back between his shoulder blades.

“I thought she was my soulmate,” Matt adds, with some vitriol, in the direction of his drink, like he wants to spit the words in there to drown them.

“She wasn’t,” Foggy replies, firmly, because it seems like the right thing to say up until Matt’s face crumples.

“I think she was,” he says, miserably, as he buries his face in his hands. “I think she was and she left anyway and that’s it for me.”

“I don’t—hey, listen, Matt,” Foggy says, shifting his chair over so he can wrap his arms around Matt’s shoulders completely. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I said she—I didn’t know her that well. Maybe she was your soulmate. I don’t know! I’m not convinced that’s anything but a nice story we like to tell ourselves to make life more bearable or to impose meaning on random events.”

“This pep talk sucks,” Matt says, in the vicinity of Foggy’s collar. Foggy can feel his breath on his neck and it’s weird but not enough to get him to move away.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is, if soulmates are real, and Elektra was yours, then it’s not over yet. Maybe you’ll meet again someday.”

“I hope not,” Matt says, darkly.

Foggy resists the urge to roll his eyes at yet another vague but still concerning allusion to this terrible breakup. He’s trying to be sympathetic but Matt’s whole Catholic guilt lone wolf shit does test him sometimes, if he’s being honest. Still, one look at Matt’s pale, sorrowful face in the neon lights of this dive bar is enough to remind Foggy what they’re doing here.

“I think it’s much more likely that, if we have soulmates at all, we probably get more than one,” Foggy continues, hoping that if he just muses vaguely enough, he’ll stumble on something that makes Matt feel better. “So, you’ll get another chance to—”

“You mean like you and me?” Matt asks, and Foggy’s brain does a full factory reset as he tries to parse that question. He can’t possibly mean…

“Oh, like—yeah, you and me and, well, everybody could have more than one soulmate. Exactly.”

“No, that’s not—” Matt shakes his head, which, given his current position, is functionally just nuzzling his face into Foggy’s neck. “I mean, how you and me are soulmates. Kind of.”

“You and me?” Foggy asks, casually despite not feeling casual at all. “You think so?”

“You’re—yeah. I mean, you’re basically—you’re family to me but…also more than that. If that makes sense.”

It doesn’t and Foggy’s been holding himself back from drinking too much tonight because he wants to be able to get Matt home safely, but he does feel like he might throw up on this table right now. He tucked away the part of him that found Matt attractive somewhere deep and secret and well-fortified in his soul a long time ago, in the interest of not fucking things up with his best friend in the entire world, and he certainly can’t trust anything Matt says now when he’s drunk and lonely and heartbroken. But he’s never loved anyone as completely as he loves Matt and it’s such a pathetic, hopeless situation that he doesn’t let himself think about it except on really special occasions when he wants to feel bad.

“I’m not sure anybody has ever loved me as much as you do,” Matt says, like it’s not a crazy thing to say, here in a shitty bar near campus, after a breakup with his girlfriend, to someone he’s never even kissed.

“I doubt that,” Foggy says, even as he, selfishly, wants to claim it, even as he knows it to be true. “You’re very lovable.”

“We should get married.”

Foggy laughs, because what else can he do, under the circumstances. “Now? It’s pretty late. The courthouse won’t even be open.”

“No, I mean, we should get married someday,” Matt says, petulant like Foggy’s the one being ridiculous here for not following his thought process. “When we’re older. If we haven’t met anybody else.”

That last condition is enough to break Foggy’s heart all over again, but he does an admirable job hiding it, he thinks. Matt’s drunk and very distracted, and more importantly doesn’t know anything about how Foggy feels, really, despite his proclamations on the subject a moment ago, so it feels safe to assume he won’t notice any signs of disappointment or hurt in this split second before Foggy swallows those feelings and pretends to be his usual upbeat self. That’s who Matt really needs right now, and so that’s who he’ll be.

“How much older?” Foggy asks.

“Old,” Matt says. “Like, thirty.”

“Okay,” Foggy nods, already able to find this funny. Matt won’t still be single by the time they’re both thirty. He’ll be married by the time they graduate law school, most likely, so it won’t be an issue. Foggy doesn’t like to think about it, but he knows it’s true.

“You’ll do it?”

“Maybe,” Foggy says. “Ask me again when you’re not blackout drunk.”

“I’m fine,” Matt objects. “I’m not blackout. Not even close.”

“Then we can pick this conversation up in the morning, no problem!”

Matt nods, drunkenly. “Absolutely.”

Matt doesn’t bring it up in the morning, of course. Foggy never really expected he would, either, and doesn’t permit himself to be disappointed about it, no matter how much he would like to.

[sakkiichi]

hello, i'd like to request a matchup! i'm in my 20s, significant other/male matchup please

my friend's description:

she can look intimidating at first sight but once you get to know her, she can give the deepest conversations, intellectual topics and the best listener when you need someone to talk to instead of advices. She is quite lazy to go somewhere but can spend hours in department stores. She never judges someone and open-minded to any opinions but is very loyal to her own beliefs and is very prideful. She expects decent-level respect from everyone which can be stressful to herself. In terms of relationship, she needs someone who is quick-witted, observative and needs to know their ways to make someone talk their feelings.

random facts: i look bored/sleepy/angry normally, rbf in definition.. but im super timid and people pleasing, avoidant attachment, quick to drown in my head/thoughts, get quiet and dismissive when sad/angry, and the most important aspect of a person for me is their emotional depth and respect.

thank you sm!

hello, dear nonnie ! thank you for the info you sent <3 i hope you like your matchup ! i apologize too for the wait…

i’m publishing the ask since you didn’t sign it and i have no way to identify you otherwise, hope that’s alright with you.

your genshin impact match is someone who, much like you, looks intimidating the first time you lay eyes upon him. his smarts are definitely a good quality in him; though, at times, it can lead into him being less than good with feelings, bordering on harsh. In a parallel to your listening over advising trait, he’s the type to provide solid facts and practical solutions rather than comfort. If you are looking for someone quick-witted, who can hold intellectual conversations, he’s definitely your man.

well, can you guess who fits this description…?

��� ALHAITHAM

What you deem to look intimidating at first sight, is, in no way, a setback for the scribe. I mean, take a look at him, he’s not the softest looking either, and yet, he cares (in his own way).

Your ability to be a good listener is something Alhaitham really needs. Even if he won’t express it at all, it is not frequently when he can lay his burdens on anyone else, often tending to shoulder them by himself. In addition, your tendency to listen over providing advice is something that really can favor our beloved former acting grand sage; he has the means to figure out his troubles himself, but, albeit not the best at making it obvious, he’d really appreciate and value the warmth of his lover by his side in his most trying times.

Don’t worry if you’re lazy to go out, Alhaitham isn’t the most adamant when it comes to outings, nor is he fond of crowds.

However, that smile of yours, when you browse through department stores, all sparkly eyed and radiating joy… he could stare at you forever, like this…

—

Bags keep accumulating on the scribe’s strong arms.

For once, he can’t say ‘no’.

But did he really want to ever deny you, when sunshine itself seems to cling to your frame as you run from one place to the other?

From bookstores you spent hours perusing, giving your lover the puppy eyes every time a tome was too high up for you to reach; to shops filled from floor to ceiling with plushies, to the most crowded clothing stores, the subtle smile on Alhaitham’s lips doesn’t waver.

“Alhaitham! Look, look! Isn’t this bag super pretty? It matches your eyes!” You excitedly wave, holding a turquoise handbag with golden accents for him to see.

His jade-like stare, however, is paying little attention to the object in your hands, favoring instead the crescent outlined in your lips.

Now, Alhaitham has always considered himself in control of his impulses, but right now, you’re making it pretty damn hard.

If it weren’t for the several bags he’s carrying, he’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you breathless right here, right now.

He loves you too much, though, so he’ll humor you.

“Hmm you’re quite right, darling.” He states, gaze sharp, set on the hue of the accessory you’re holding. “I do think it goes very well with the shade of your skin and hair, don’t you think so?” Your boyfriend smirks, aquamarine stare glinting behind the silver edged waves of his soft looking strands.

“Huh, you really think so?” You prompt, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Stepping closer to him, you run a hand over his abdomen, stopping with your palm flat over his chest. “In that case, I’ll really have to get it, no?” You practically purr into his ear.

“As long as you’re happy,” the scribe lets out, voice low, managing to balance your new acquisitions and take your chin in between his fingers at the same time, his lips teasingly brushing yours.

As you stand there, frozen and smiley, he takes the new bag from you, paying for it while you dreamily stare at him from a distance.

You can’t wait to start discussing the new books you got today with him later tonight.

And well, your lover can’t wait to kiss you properly later, no people and intense lights around.

—

You being loyal to what you believe in and prideful are attributes Alhaitham really admires from you. Even if at times he can be a bit stubborn, both your personalities can easily reach agreements through debate, due to your open minded nature, which brings us to the next point.

You mention you’d like someone who is quick-witted, so fear not, Alhaitham is plenty quick-witted. With him, no argument is boring, both you and him exposing your facts and reasoning, rather that rising your voices.

He is very observant too, and even though, he is not the best at expressing his own emotions, he can tell when you’re starting to feel uncomfortable or hurt, resulting in him backing off and putting your feelings first.

For that same reason, in moments when you drown in your thoughts, or get detached because you feel angry, sad or frustrated, Alhaitham knows without you having to express it verbally. In these instances, it is not rare for him to just sit by your side, book in hand, as he wraps an arm around you. If you lean into his touch, your head resting on his broad chest, he’ll take that as an indication to run his hands through your hair, soothing the whipping waves of your rage or despair.

If emotional depth and respect are aspects you value in a partner, well, Alhaitham is definitely a complex individual in that sense. As aforementioned, he may not be the most adamant at making it known, but he definitely has an elaborate set of morals and emotions very few are privy to. In rare moments, however, when it’s just you and him, you get to see his more tender side; even his more explosive feelings if you ever got into a dangerous situation.

Considering everything, I do believe you and Alhaitham would make a really nice couple, with lots of interesting conversations by candlelight, as the stars of Sumeru’s distant skies pass over you, bearing witness to the facts on romance you write through hands intertwined and gazes scanning the same page.

✧ RUNNER UP: NEUVILLETTE

You and Fontaine’s chief of justice share some traits in common: looking serious, but being softer than your appearances suggest. You, having a timid temperament and a tendency to people pleasing; him, being sensitive but not fully knowing how to express it.

This man is the epitome of respect. A true gentleman, he’s totally the kind to open doors for you, carry your back, be sure you’re walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, while keeping a protective arm lingering at the small of your back.

If you seek someone with a depth to their character, there’s definitely a lot to unpack when it comes to Neuvillette. He is mysterious, highly intelligent, and way more softhearted than his imposing aura suggests. Just please, hold him softly while you figure out the puzzles of his soul.

I can envision deep philosophical conversations between you and him as well, be it on justice, the latest discoveries on Fontaine’s technology or simply a new mystery novel you’ve picked up, discussing who’s the culprit and trying to piece together the yet to be unveiled facts.

[momentsbeforemass]

Love one another

“This I command you: love one another.”

That’s how today’s Gospel ends, with this commandment from Jesus.

Think of all of the things that God has commanded throughout history. Things like building an ark, leaving everything and going somewhere you’ve never been, offering sacrifices, etc.

Next to them, “love one another” sounds pretty easy. Until you actually try to do it.

Because there are two people who are going to make this difficult, who are going to make it hard for us to love one another. The people we’re trying to love. And us.

The people we’re trying to love won’t make this easy. Because they’re people. And people do stupid, horrible, unloveable things. All. The Time.

And yet, we’re called to love them. Without exception. Not just when they make it easy, but without exception. Even when they’re at their most unloveable.

Which is something that you and I can never do (not for long) without God’s help. If we’re smart, we won’t even try to do it on our own.

But when it comes to loving one another, you and I are an even bigger problem. Mainly for two reasons.

First, because we don’t know where to start. It would be nice if Jesus gave us some details. Maybe even a plan. But no. We just get told to do it.  

That’s actually enough. Because we don’t need an elaborate program (“5 easy steps to loving one another”).

As St. Frances de Sales (today’s saint) tells us, “you learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; and just so, you learn to love by loving. All those who think to learn in any other way deceive themselves.”

And there’s the other reason. Knowing that it’s going to be trial and error, knowing that we’re going to make mistakes learning how to love? That sets us up to “what-if” ourselves, to second guess ourselves, to endlessly critique our first faltering steps. To the point that we just stop even trying.

The reason this happens? It happens when I trust the least reliable person in the world to give me advice on how I’m doing. It happens when I listen to me, the one person who can never give me an objective perspective on me.

This is absolutely the wrong perspective for me. Why?

Because I didn’t command me to do this. God did.

Which means that I have no business judging the quality of my performance. God alone determines whether it’s good enough. God sets the standard.

Which sounds even worse, until you find out what God’s standard really is.

“God takes pleasure in your smallest steps. And like a good Father who holds His child by the hand, He will accommodate His steps to yours and will be content to go no faster than you. Why do you worry?” – St. Francis de Sales

Today’s Readings

[compassionatereminders]

Venting;

my bf refuses to let me say that i’m fucking sad bc i hardly have a social circle and i struggle to make friends. he always fucking rebuttals it with “well, you have me, you have [roommate friend], you have [friend], you have [lists people i don’t consider friends]” which is like fucking not the point! “quality over quantity” he says LIKE THE QUALITY ISNT MY WHOLE FUCKING POINT AND WHY I FEEL SO ALONE. i feel lonely! i can’t talk to anyone about hardly anything when it comes to my partner either because they’re all friends with each other. anytime i make a new acquaintance either my partner or my roommate become better friends with them than me.

i text and talk to people constantly to hang out and rarely get replies or invited back. these same people will spam my roommate with facetimes and hang out invites and my partner just tells me i have to “actually try” to make people treat me that way. Which feels like he’s insinuating i don’t fucking try? but when i say “hey, i feel that you’re suggesting that i don’t try— or that i’m having a pity party— when all i need is for you to be kind and empathize with my feelings, which you don’t have to do by saying i’m 100% right about i’m feeling!” then that’s immediately thrown back in my face. my partner says i’m just being “[my name]” about it, and it hurts.

most recently one of those people that i introduced my roommate too and then promptly lost as a friend despite trying to hang out with her numerous times was having a superbowl party. my bf was invited and my roommate was invited. i was not. when i expressed i was not invited, my bf argued that this friend actually HAD invited me, but i was zoned out at the time (during class!!!) and didn’t listen. i never received a text from her, i never received any more details from her, nothing. literally just my bf saying she’s invited me more than once, but NEVER DIRECTLY TO ME.

but apparently i’m fucking crazy to suggest that i didn’t feel genuinely invited and therefore didn’t want to go unless i was explicitly told by her she’d like me to be there! i texted her the night of and she said i “could come if i wanted to” but at the time of the super bowl she was out of the house with a friend. my partner and my roommate were both invited not just to her watch party but to other people’s watch parties. i was only “””invited””” to hers, and even then am i that fucking crazy for not feeling like it was a real invite?? when my whole problem is that my entire social circle is based around my bf and roommate no matter how i try to make my own friends and i don’t get invited to hang out unless i make the plan first?

it’s just so fucking upsetting that i’m this giant fucking loser and every time i get emotional about it my partner insinuates i have to stop “being [myself] about it” and “be proactive.” he’s neurotypical and i’m not and this often is a difference that’s hard for us to navigate when it comes to talking abt social shit.

but this is actually driving me so batshit upset right now and i’m venting to you because once again i literally have 0 friends that i can talk to that aren’t also friends with my boyfriend. i also do not have friends that are awesome about talking about emotions in depth, which is something that’s really important to me in a friendship. i can’t confide how i’m feeling with most of the people my bf would define for me as “friends” bc they’re not friends to me!

i can go to a friend and trust them with my baggage and change without worrying who it’s going to hurt or how they’re going to judge me for it. i can go to a friend with trivial shit and they’re still up in arms to support how i’m feeling, even if they’re also telling me i’m being irrational! i have friends in my home state (6 hours away from my college here) that are amazing at listening to me without judging me and still giving me reality checks. i don’t need or want a person who just says i’m right all the time, but i do need someone who can feel my feelings with me and actually talk about them if that makes any freaking sense.

it’s also hard bc i started college and went through some extremely traumatic experiences right off the bat which continued through my sophomore year. it led to a ton of bullying within my relatively small major. to the point that random girls came up to me at a party & asked if i was [my first & last name]” and when i said yes they laughed and walked away. to the point that i was in a group with a random girl from our major and she said “to be honest, i’m surprised how nice you are. i didn’t wanna say anything but i’ve heard a lot about you.” despite us having zero mutual friends!

i already dealt with a lot of mental health issues prior to all of this, which ended up fueling my severe social anxiety and a constant nagging fear that people already know who i am and hate me. i know it’s not true, and i’m working super hard on it. i’m a junior now and for the first time since college started i introduced myself to someone new and they’ve actually been a wonderful friend. i’ve started talking to people in class around me again. i’m trying so freaking hard to be normal again.

the tldr of it is i’m so lonely here and i’m so upset that i can’t express how i feel about social interaction and how much i miss the person i was (and i’m trying to be again) to my partner without feeling belittled. then i’m getting angry bc of the cycle and i hate being angry at him. then i try to explain what i’m trying to get out of these conversations and that i do understand not having friends is ultimately my fault, but i just wanna hear that its okay to mourn and feel weird about it all. i hate that i can’t talk to him. i hate that i don’t have my best friends here, or even close enough to see anymore. i feel like i’m a horrible person all of the time and i can’t stop fearing that i really am just a horrible bad person. i’m so stuck and yet i’m trying as hard as i can right now. i love him so much and hearing him basically say my feelings are wrong and i’m not trying hard enough hurts SO. FUCKING. BAD. but maybe i am being crazy or too stubborn, and i don’t even know.

and yes. i am therapy-shopping rn. but i just needed this off my chest bc i’ve been stewing in it for weeks and i’m so exhausted of blowing up and arguing over this dumb thing. i just need someone to hear me i guess.

thanks for reading this if you do. i really appreciate your blog & how safe it is for me. i feel less alone seeing your responses to asks/vents like this one. so thank you, truly.

No I'm with you on this one like yeah, there ARE ways to respectfully question your conclusions, but completely dismissing and invalidating your experiences and emotions is just not the way to do that. You have a right to your emotions, and even if some of your conclusions might not necessarily fit into their experience of the situation, you still have a right to your own experience, and you still deserve comfort and support from the people who are supposed to be your friends and partners. Like of course you're feeling lonely if no one is willing to take your struggles seriously enough to actually support you through them

[ambsash]

I’ve been wrangling pretty hard with the idea that I might be neurodivergent, either ADHD or ASD or both. I look at these stories people tell, I talk to my neurodivergent friends, and I see so much of myself in them and their stories that it genuinely scares me. I feel like I should be happy to potentially be discovering something so significant about myself—but I’m afraid. I’m afraid of being alone forever, I’m afraid of never being understood, and I’m afraid of being judged before being given a chance to prove myself. All my life there has been this pattern of people meeting me and thinking I’m a weird person because I just don’t know how to present myself. I mask so much of who I am and I didn’t even realize it for most of my life. I’ve gone through life with such difficulty fitting in no matter how hard I try. It feels like the harder I try the weirder people think I am. I feel like an alien. My best friend is autistic (bless her heart for putting up with me). We’re so much alike and I see so much of myself in who she is and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with neurotypical people. Idk if that’s any kind of sign of what I am but it’s supplementary evidence that I think about a lot.

That isn’t even to mention the actual genuine health issues I’m having that make me lean towards either ADHD or that AND ASD. I struggle so fucking hard to do things, things I know I really enjoy doing. I am writing a novel, a story that has been in my head and developing for at least 2 years. I can fantasize about how great it’s gonna be in my head, and I’m almost always thinking about it and planning constantly. I’m like actually genuinely obsessed with it...and then when it comes time to put words on paper I can’t fucking do it. No matter how hard I try, how badly I wanna do it, I cannot fucking bother even opening google docs most of the time. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time that I can’t get back or make up for and it makes me so upset sometimes. I can typically manage stuff like washing the dishes or helping out around the house but only because I feel completely awful not pitching in at all since I’m almost 26 and still living at home. I’m afraid of many things but there are few things I fear more than giving up and making people think I’m a deadbeat. God, and the fucking memory issues.

I wish undiagnosed neurodivergency was a more inviting topic of discussion. It’s so hard to bring this shit up to people without them implying I’m faking it to be “quirky” or am already going as far as self-diagnosing myself. It makes understanding myself a lot harder when I’m afraid of seeking second opinions before deciding to persue a diagnosis. It isn’t my fault that neurodivergency has become so romanticized online. I just want to improve my quality of life. I don’t want to be this way but I very well might be anyway. Idk. I’ll seek out a professional.

Edit: Lmao side-tangent I’m editing in later because I just remembered this and thought it was funny. I had a job interview walk-through thing a week or so ago and one of the guys I met made a joke that he was the CEO of the entire company and I didn’t realize he was joking even a little bit until someone else told me. I truly believed this random person joking about being the CEO of Goodwill was the CEO of Goodwill. What that says about me and my place on the spectrum, I will leave up to interpretation /j

[mintiicinnamonii]

ALRIGHT LMK BITCHES THIS IS WHO YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

(FYI: as of posting this, I’ve only finished season 1 and 2. Might be edited as I get more and more dragged into it lol)

Name: Wanyi (Wahn-yi)

Age: 20

Pronouns: it/its

Basics

Macaque’s apprentice

Not actually a ‘angel’ (bc of the whole chinese myth thing)

cursed as an infant to not be able to touch anyone or they kill that person (rapunzel basically)

serves as MK’s ‘foil’ throught the story

didn’t like using a staff, so it decided to use a sword (shadows can be changed into different things, so when they learned their magic, they changed it to a sword instead of a staff)

has eyes all over their body, glowing purple with no sclera (thanks shadow magic)

Personality

(description comes from @namusthetic)

cold stares and blank faces 

looking cold but have strong morals 

observing before making any assumptions 

extremely rational 

always pessimistic about humanity 

believing that no one is completely innocent, so they never judge

nothing can really surprise them anymore 

repeating to themselves that they don’t care but they end up caring too much in the end

gut instincts 

living on coffee, fast food and bad habits 

the rational ones out of the group

could actually pass off as the main character of a hard-boiled detective novel if they wanted to

determined to never give up until the case is solved 

Role as MK’s Foil

what is a foil?

In any narrative, a foil is a character who contrasts with another character, typically, a character who contrasts with the protagonist, in order to better highlight or differentiate certain qualities of the protagonist. A foil to the protagonist may also be the antagonist of the plot. (according to wikipedia)

While MK thinks hes the warrior when he’s actually the hero, Wan ‘thinks’ they’re the hero when theyre the warrior

they believe that they’ve gotten stronger and don’t care about him

who is ‘he?’ I’ll let you speculate

pushes people away to protect them from itself, while MK lets people in to hide his insecurities/prove his worth; ones mean for selfless reasons, another is kind for ‘selfish’ reasons (Mk isnt selfish, the reason is self centered)

Both didn’t choose these paths; MK joined out of ignorance, Wan joined out of awareness

both believe that no matter what they do, it leads to pain. But while MK decides to try anyway, Wan accepts it and becomes a villain/numb to pain (others and their own)

unlike the other character’s Wan’s eyes don’t have the shine. They’re blank. has a meltdown scene

Playlist

Queen of Mean from Descendants

Revived by Deriviakat

Mr. Bones by kroh

Drift Away from Steven Universe

Other Friends from Steven Universe

Hurt Incantation from Tangled; the Series

Alastor’s Part of the Finale Song from Hazbin Hotel

Open Up Your Eyes from MLP: The Movie

ADDICT by SilvaHound

everybody likes you by lemon demon

World Burn from Mean Girls

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Snippets

“Wanyi, Macaque’s student, has, DIED FOR THEIR FRIENDS! Sorry to disappoint, but that’s NOT how this ends.. I’m hungry for feeling like never before. The constraints of my curse surely have a back door.. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, GUESS WHO WILL BE PULLING ALL THE STRINGS?!”

”Feel? I stopped feeling a long time ago.”

“Sensei was right. You are Monkey King’s successor. Dumb and emotional like him too.”

“It’s me again~!”

What MK would look like if he had the same eyes as Wanyin

(Wan has glowy purple eyes with white pupils all over their body for compensation but still)

[arrronia]

Last anon here, the guy that responded to your post, sorry I hadn’t realised you’d responded to my ask!! Thank you for your responses and questions, I’ve put them below☺️☺️

1) Q: Why are you dating girls you don’t feel safe with? A: I’ve only ever been with 2, the 1st girl turned out to be someone who attacks (I won’t publicly go into more details as there’s others to consider with triggers etc but where your mind goes is likely what happened to me) and so I never naturally felt safe; the 2nd one treated me a little bit conveniently- saw me when it was convenient for her, and dropped me when my feelings were no longer convenient for her, never got the opportunity to get deeper and didn’t feel safe enough that she’d want to know; or felt connected enough to me to care…

2) Q: What do you think will happen if you tell them? What do you fear? What’s the worst scenario? A: Not understanding my desire, rejecting it and me…

3) No it’s not bad at all😅 it’s basically to be tickled and teased in the short form, nothing extreme in any way shape or form!

Thank you🥰🥰

Thank you for sharing your answers!

I have something to comment on^^

1) I always keep believing in one thing: In relationship both people should feel good! It’s the bedrock! Your life quality, your emotional state shouldn’t get any worse in relationship.

It should be: “Without you my life is good, but with you it’s even better”.

2) Not understanding, rejecting… Okay. If they don’t understand, but you still love each other and they don’t judge – the situation for your relationship wouldn’t change, but at least you’ve tried:) It’s better than one day regretting that you haven’t tried, yeah?

If they reject you – it’s probably just not your person. It might show up in a different thing later.

You can search for the post I’ve written on the 7th of January with the hashtag # seriously about kinks . There are more of my thoughts on this topic:)

3) Great! So do you think it would be hard for a person who loves you just to tickle you? Just to show some affection and create some physical contact to see you smiling, laughing and getting turned on?:)

Whatever I say, I say it from my perspective. From a perspective of a person who’s not afraid to talk about this and doesn’t regret it. Of course, my experience is not a guarantee. But will you ever know whether it works or not if you don’t try?:)

[prying-pandora666]

If I pledge on Patreon will you post another page from the Book 4 Project rewrites for The Search? Even just a script page! I’m starving for Azula vindication or at least a meaningful moment between the Fire Sibs!

Please! The crumbs you posted have me chomping at the bit!

Ah geez. I reeeeally shouldn’t. I’ve gotten lightly reprimanded for being over-eager to share before haha!

The writing team is so good too. They don’t leak anything. It’s a bad look when the head writer is the one leaking.

Look, I’ll hold you to it, but this has to be the LAST ONE for the time being. I suppose I didn’t get to show any Zuko and Azula interactions so let’s try one.

As I said in my previous post, we changed the letters to a diary, using this as the framing device for the flashbacks and allowing the siblings to actually talk about these revelations:

(Blurry quality because I can’t release the final versions.)

So here is a scene where Zuko and Azula do just that! Right after reading the entry where Ozai accuses Ursa of Zuko being Ikem’s son (this plot point is significantly reworked), Zuko shuts the diary in frustration and we get this:

Book 3 was originally going to have a forced engagement arc for Azula (no, really, you can still find references to it in the wiki) that was cut, likely for time, so we added it back in! That’s what Azula is talking about here.

Azula negotiating for Zuko is also from the prequel manga! So we incorporated it:

Anyway, I hope that scratches your itch without giving too much away, Anon.

As always, scripts aren’t the finished product so don’t judge anything too harshly. I promise we are working very hard to bring the episodes to life! If you can afford to help us, consider pledging on Patreon. Otherwise, just signal boosting so we can stop getting buried by the YouTube algorithm would be a HUGE help!

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/732013686369189888/everytime-i-wish-for-jensen-to-do-better-hoping

So, I sort of agree with what people have been saying about Jensen sounding bitter when he makes jokes that seem like digs on Jared, especially when he isn’t present. Because of his actions with the prequel, it definitely makes any jabs feel like they come from a place of resentment, which they certainly might. There is a time or two where I think they really were. However, at comic con, he and Mark were joking about Jared, and it seems very clear that Mark holds Jared in high regard. We also haven’t seen a whole panel, so it’s hard to know the full context.

Jensen also makes jokes that that seem like digs at Misha. And I would say he does it more frequently than he does at Jared. He makes them when Misha is there and behind his back. Yet, I don’t see people calling him a bitter asshole when he does that. There was even a con where I felt like his teasing went a bit into the overkill territory, where Misha didn’t look like he was enjoying it, and I don’t normally really mind seeing Misha brought down a peg.

Anyway, my point with all this is, Jared is not the only person Jensen makes jokes at the expense of, so I’m not sure it’s always because of bitterness with Jared, so much as he’s just that type of guy. People certainly don’t have to like that about him, but for me it’s hard to judge if it’s truly coming from a place of anger at Jared or just going for whatever laugh he can get. Again, not saying that’s a good quality, just that it might not be intended maliciously.

People do a lot of projecting onto to broth Jared and Jensen, but at the end of the day, we can’t actually know either of their motivations in full. People say Jared doesn’t like Jensen anymore, and he’s the main reason Jared seems to be moving away from CE cons. Maybe, but maybe it’s just a good career move. People say Jensen is mad at jared for succeeding more than him, so his every joke is based on bitterness, and his every nice action is just a manipulation. Maybe, but they do have years of shared history and experience and good time too.

At this point Jared Stans are starting to use the kind of “bad faith” interpretation that AAs have been using for years. Everything the J we don’t like does gets interpreted in the worst possible way. Don’t get me wrong, Jared stans still aren’t anywhere near as bad as AAs because they don’t tag Jensen on their posts, wish for death on anyone, or attack on mass when someone shows appreciation for Jensen on Twitter or wherever. But, looking at someone from the worst possible light all the time leaves us open to misunderstandings and assumptions.

Sorry, if I’m coming off preachy or something. That’s not my intention, especially when I agree that Jensen has been acting a bit douchey, but I also don’t think he’s the devil with nothing but bad intentions.

Ugh, I don’t know if I got my thoughts across clearly on this post. I’m not trying to tell people what to think, just remind everyone not to .. assume the worst in every situation.

Anyway, feel free not to post of this comes off wrong.

Thank you for sharing, anon! I do get where you're coming from in wanting to share your opinion without sounding like you're trying to police other's opinions, and I appreciate that!

You are correct that we all interpret things based on our own opinions/biases, and at the end of the day, what's missing is the understanding of the motivation behind certain actions, words, etc. So, at best, we're opining on incomplete information.

I'm glad you're able to see things from a larger perspective, particularly in regards to the way Jensen jokes about other people, in addition to Jared. I'm with you in that I find that style of joking distasteful, particularly when the person isn't there to joke back. It feels like laughing at that person rather than with that person. It's almost reminiscent of the playground bully teasing other kids in front of a group in order to build themselves up while hiding their own insecurities. (Yeah... I probably projected there, lol.)

Anyway, I do appreciate you writing in and perhaps it might help others consider how and why they see things a certain way. Perhaps they'll stick with their opinions, or perhaps they'll adjust some of them, but either way, you've provided another perspective to consider, so thank you!