#dont eat Dark Sun's cookies

[goodolddumbbanana]

Creator is the one behind

Sadly it seems like New Moon will be the new antagonist this year. (Please don't let it happen because god I hate how that route ends. Although it seems logically what Tsams would do cuz Eclipse is kind of redeemed and we only have Creator as the main villain...)

Side note, I still don't think Dark Sun is the one behind it, not everything. I think, Dark Sun just takes advantage of the situation, just like how he used Puppet to kill Bloodmoon, or used New Moon to build him a machine.

I think, the culprit that makes Moon a little insane is the Creator. Why am I said that?

Because I just realised by now, not only Moon has changed recently, Earth's changed to. She becomes more aggressive, more... Lack of empathy (she sassed and beat up Bloodmoon, she snapped so easily toward people hurt her...), her glitchy protocol.

Her comments today made me think back when Creator approached them.

He said that "all of the children stick with their parents's hip or some crap..." And he can tempt with their code very easily without them knowing because he is, in fact, building them.

(Sun's body has been replaced due to overuse Start Power. Same with Lunar, having a "Monty, plea-" moment. Although Earth has the same replacement, but all her software still the same. And Creator has time to be more delicate with her. Only Moon has not changed, and the reason why He knows the code that can overwrite Computer, the same code that over wrote KC, is very suspicious.

I think Creator just wants to tear Moon's family apart and get Lunar, and Moon will go crazy whether Solar lives or not. Maybe Dark Sun knows, maybe he realises he could make the situations convinced to him.

Let reminded that Dark Sun is a Sun. Which means, they only do things that are affected to them, and they tend to have the habit of trauma dumping.

So 1+1 equal something big happens and Dark Sun thinks he can get something out of it by using New Moon, the one who already got Cray Cray

[spyder-junkie]

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES X READER Part 3

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

this one was short because we’re bringing mama Rio in the next part

The next thing you notice about miles is he is NOTT a good texter.

nonetheless, you work with him, trying your best to pick a day where your schedules to meet up.

“Dont worry about it, mami. Just be cute when I get there.” Miles’ voice rings out through the phone as you look for an outfit. You can hear the clicking of his game controller through the phone.

Its 12:00pm right now, Miles was coming to you meet you at 1:30

“Mkay.” You mumbled, putting different shirts up to your chest in the mirror.

“Ill see you when you get here.” You say, looking at the phone.

“nos vemos pronto, hermosa.” He says, hanging up the phone.

you take extra care while getting ready. You were not quite sure if this was a date, but spending the day with Miles still had your stomach in a twist.

You close the clasp on your necklace just as your phone dings with a text from miles.

You grab your bag, jogging through your apartment to the front door.

Miles bares a little smile when your eyes meet his.

“You look nice, ma” He says, stepping aside so you can lock the door behind yourself.

“Youre not too bad yourself.” You smile,

Miles leads you away from your apartment building and down the block. Its mildly warm outside, and the sun is out.

As you walk to begin to notice Miles’ hand continuously brushing yours. Then slowly his fingers crawl into your palm until your hands are clasped together.

You look over at miles, who is exaggeratedly looking at the sky and pretending to whistle with a goofy smile.

You giggle, holding his hand tightly.

You didnt even know Miles had a sense of humor.

“You feelin’ icecream?” He asks suddenly, pointing to an icecream spot on the strip.

“Always.” You reply, letting him lead you inside.

The place is cute, summer beach themed, and empty momentarily.

Miles smirks down at you as you browse all the flavors in the display case.

“What are you gonna get?” You ask, not looking away from the glass.

“Vanilla.” Miles’ answer is quick.

“What? Thats so borninggg.” You say.

“I havent really gotten into crazy flavors.” He shrugs.

You shake your head.

“Pick a flavor for me then.”

You look back at him, then at the case again.

You choose brownie for yourself, and cookies and cream for Miles.

And as soon as the woman behind the counter hands you the cones, Miles is at the counter, paying for the both of you before you can protest.

The two of you find a bench down the block to sit at afterwards, enjoying your ice creams peacefully.

“You like it?” You ask, gesturing to his icecream.

“Mhm, its real sweet.” He says

“Wanna try?” He extends his cone towards you.

You shyly take a lick from his ice cream, savoring the flavor thoughtfully.

“Its good.” You smile.

“Wanna try mine?” Miles doesn’t think too hard about it, pulling in a bit of yours with his lips.

His face scrunchs up for a moment.

“Yours is MAD sweet.” He says.

“You dont like sweet things?” You ask, turning to face him on the bench.

“I like you.” He says suddenly.

“But nah, im not huge on sweets.” He goes back to eating his ice cream

The two of you go to a park afterwards, spending the day outside.

Youre still there just as the sun begins to set.

“Its gonna be dark soon.” You say, staring up at the sky with your head in Miles’s lap. He was seated upright on the grass, you laid against him.

“Imma walk you home, ma.” Miles says, looking down at you, while you watch the sky.

“Gonna make sure there arent any more men following me?” You joke.

“That shit wont happen again, not while Ive got you.”

And he means it.

He keeps his hand in yours on the walk home, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

When the two of you reach your door, hes giving you a pretty smile.

“Be careful, okay?” Miles’ eyes widen as you press a small kiss to his cheek.

“Im always careful.” He says, pressing his hand to his cheek

you give him a flat stare.

“Aight aight, not always. Mi mal, hermosa.”

You shake your head, wishing him goodbye with a warm smile.

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[lesralizes]

my energy-revisiting my first post

i feel like a mess, i dont know myself anymore

when i wrote about "my energy" everything flowed so naturally, now i'm just stuck

but i'll force myself to write about all the things that make me, me, just so i can find myself in between all this mess my mind has been through lately. here i go, i present to you, again, my energy (revisited and modified)

a little cup of coffee with oat milk from the coffee shop i now work at, orange juice on free days and matcha latte at home before class. early mornings reading books and feeling the cold wind, listening to the birds chirping as my reading soundtrack and seeing the sun arise through the window. late night readings before sleeping, when everything is quiet and i feel like the only person alive. struggling to see the words cause there's almost no light or cause i'm too sleepy. mixing silver and gold jewelry. baggy low waist dark trousers with any type of basic top that fits me right (maybe a little longer on my sleeves) and comfortable flat shoes as my go to outfit. i dont care anymore. i dont wear platforms to appear taller and slimmer, i seek comfort. keeping my hair long and messy. no make up make up look (now for real), wearing lipstick instead of eyeliner. wearing you by glossier or another 13 by le labo instead of santal 33. i still love french cinema and dream everyday of being percieved by others as the protagonist of any rohmer's movie. i dont own a moleskin anymore but i write in every piece of paper i can find, preferably in black ink. i still feel the need to document everything i go through. i still keep a diary, i still film my days. jonas mekas films always in mind, annie ernaux books all highlighted and noted. vintage leather bags with lip balm, lip liner, a sweet treat and my current read. reading almost exclusively books written by woman,, they just get me. making playlist for every emotion i feel, one for anger, one for tranquility and one (the most special) for the best feeling in the world: leaving the cinema, after you've sat for a few hours in a room full of strangers, all there to do the same thing as you, and you've lived another life for those few hours. for when you open the exit door and take the first breath of fresh air and feel renewed, like a new person. everything you do becomes cinematic, your life feels like a movie, and of course you need a playlist by your side.

im still daydreaming all the time. still missing a boy, still thinking about the way he used to call me or how every part of his body used to feel. still wondering what would've happened, how things would've been. still biting my lips and eating cookies every time im anxious.

still wearing my silk dresses and my grandma's nightgowns to sleep in the summer and matching blue pijamas when it's cold. i own a new phone now, but i still have a clear phone case with movie tickets (still collect them). going to the cinema at least twice a month, now that i can afford it. visiting art exhibitions alone with my wired headphones and lots of curiosity. now i seek the sun and long for the summer time, even though i'm still a cold weather enjoyer at heart. still a paris lover and romanticist-more than ever since i lived my before sunrise fantasy when i spent a whole day in the city of love with the boy from another country i'd met fifteen days before. i cried admiring the sunset in montmartre (like delphine on le rayon vert) and kissed him under the stars to mr brightside by the killers haha.

i still think of him, of all the people i've met throughout my life, of all the people who have seen me grow and evolve. i'm forever changing and learning, and after almost three years of my first post i still preserve most of "my energy", and i can say that that version of myself is still here. a lot of things are still the same.

sometimes the girl i used to be visits me and greets me from a far. i look at myself and see all the other versions i've ever been, and i wave them back with a smile. but also with a sense of grief because i know i can never go back, i will never be six or eighteen again.

even though im never satisfied with my present self i try to focus on what i do like about who i am. i focus on what i love and work towards it. this is a little piece i wrote to reflect on how i've changed while feeling lost and melancholic in my daily life. the result of it feels bittersweet, but i feel much lighter. i encourage you to try it.

if you've read all of this, just know you have a very special place in my little heart.

[kazs-new-hat]

the s&b weirdos and what i think their favorite ice cream flavors are

cw // food

i actually did one for our beloved murder of crows and u can check it out here !

my boredom has PEAKED you guys omg okay here we go-

our ball of literal sunshine alina as : cheese

OKAY LISTEN STICK WITH ME HERE

if you disagree with me, and you've never had cheese ice cream before the door is there -> 🚪

just like alina's character, nobody really expects much from cheese flavored ice cream but guess what? when you have it a fair chance, it is AMAZING, UNIQUE, and POWERFUL. it might be a little strange to some, but it works in it's own way. do you see where i'm getting at here

also it's yellow and i associate yellow with alina bc sun summoner duh

i can see her discovering it when she and mal had to stay in novyi zem that one time and absolutely falling in love with it;; she probably has a plan to recreate a ravkan version sometime

everybody's favorite edgy dark lord as : butter pecan or something with nuts it's cookie dough

i like thinking of this ominous deceiving brooding guy liking something like cookie dough ice cream to contrast all the edge

a perfect balance you know?

but if asked, he'd say something with nuts just because nobody likes ice cream with nuts and he just wants to irk them

but secretly really loves cookie dough ice cream with choco chips. also i bet he's the typa kid to lick the spoon after making cookies or brownies

but he probably never eats dessert unless he absolutely has to

animal whisperer mal as : vanilla

classic, absolute classic

it's versatile;; you can eat it with pretty much anything. apple pie? whop a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of that. you can eat it with fruits. put it in a a banana split. in a milkshake. amazing.

as a kid he probably stole whole tubs of it from the coolers with alina and he would eat it with peaches and whipped cream or something

also as a common flavor so if he wishes, he could get it from anywhere

also dont @ me because i never tried making vanilla ice cream but i think it's also the easiest to make so

pirate privateer-prince nikolai as : mint chocolate

i can hear the mint choco haters screaming

i don't know why he just seems like a mint-choco kind of person

he probably chooses this specific flavor for his birthday dinners and so everyone else has to also eat this flavor because he especially chose it. he just likes watching people wrinkle their nose in disgust while he enjoys his own helping happily

i have this random-ass headcanon that he did not like this flavor at first, but after being in a certain circumstance that left mint chocolate ice cream as the only desert option, he grew to like it so much and now it's a found memory of his days as a shipwright's apprentice

the person we all want to be friends with as : rum & raisin

in case you didn't know i'm talking about genya safin if you dont want to be friends with her stop reading

she def has a sweet tooth and also she likes to be FANCY therefore this is perfect for her

there really isn't any actual whole raisins in the desert (because who likes raisins?) but she likes the flavor of it

would probably also really enjoy eating it with like waffers or something

i also see her liking salted caramel or butterscotch or cotton candy--like the REALLY sweet ones you know what i mean? but rum & raisin is her all-time fav

our OP stormwitch zoya as : frozen yoghurt

probably not much of an ice cream person,,, she prefers the tartiness of a good cup of plain froyo

either tops it with very simple garnishes or the most extravagant and random ones depending on her mood. like there's no in between.

also likes it because you can top it with a lot more things and it'll work;;; it's hard to ruin froyo

usually has the plain one and tops it with a bunch of berrires or maybe marshmallows or choco chips if she's feeling particularly spontaneous

absolute mad genius and the purest person ever david as : mocha

for the uncultured: mocha is NOT the same as coffee, because mocha has chocolate

the absolute perfect blend of coffee and chocolate into ice cream form

very particular about the ratio of each, has probably even scribbled a plan somewhere in his notes about how to make the perfect ratio for mocha ice cream

also someone who doesn't eat desert that often, but absolutely loves the flavor and would not pass up a chance to eat it, like, ever

[thirsthourdemon]

What does happiness look like?

Includes: Kuroo

Genre: Angst, a tad of fluff

Warnings: cheating?

A/N: Mwuah Happy? What happy?

Cold and trembling, he was submerged into the freezing water up to his collar bones. Head resting on the dull coloured wall tiles of his bathroom, kuroo stared aimlessly at the edge of his tub. Chapped lips and a bored gaze on his pale face that night. Why cant we just be happy? To be obliviously happy. What did happiness even look like anymore? Was he even worthy of happiness?

These questions constantly seep their way into his head and like the overthinker he was, he’d spend hours remaining in the cold water pondering on when he was every going to see the light again. Bathing for decency. As he stood up from his position, he sneaked a peek at the autumn sky in the small compact window on top of his bathroom. Though his body was telling him to quickly cover himself, he simply took his time wearing clothes, still dazed. The moaning and groaning of his stomach, though not new, did not fell into deaf ears as he had thought to walked over to the local ramen shop to get something to eat. It wasn’t foreign for him to feel that as he had been doing that for a while. Eating just to survive. He pockets his keys and looks over at the jersey he was supposedly proud of. Framed with a picture of his previous volleyball team beside it. The smile he has on his face with the sweat dripping down his brow. Staying alive just for the sake of being alive.

What face will he make when he sees what happiness looks like again? The clicking of the door echoed telling him that he could go already. Once again taking his time, he admired the view of the night all the while not noticing the fumbling bike about to crash at him. In a swift moment he had barely moved aside as the bike had coming crashing into the pile of garbage cans. The loud crash scaring the kittens that have been concealing themselves using the bins and bags. “Im fi-hay-ne” she slurs through her loud announcement of her state while trying to pick herself up from the rubble.

“I wasn’t asking-“ “Well that’s mean! Didn’t your mother teach you to help those who needed it?” She banters while patting herself to rid of the dirt, though that did nothing to the stench that she now had on her. “You dont seem like you need help though...” his voice was in between a low growl and mumble. “Ha?! Look at this boy! Not even helping a lady! Who raised you?” She starts grumbling, picking up her bike and trying to get back on, ultimately failing. The night was so dark that only the light post was illuminating the way, looking at the ill mannered girl, he had finally gotten a good look of her face.

Scrunched up nose with stars for eyes, clearly scratched and a bit of filth layed on her soft cheeks. Her brows furrowed to the center and sweat glistening on her forehead. Cutting through his admiring thoughts” Then let me help you. My apartment is near by” he utters, seemingly regretting this but accepting the situation when she turns to him with a toothy grin and runs close him.

She smelled of garbage and oil, amusing him though she starts rambling about her day.

Wow she actually thinks I care...Hmmm...when will she even stop talking? At least she’s not awkward, I guess? What is she even talking about? “-So there I was right? He was trying to talk me into letting him eat me while I was on my period. Calling me his little ketchup packet-“ “HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT?!” A hyena like laughter emits from his lips. When was the last time he even laughed like this? His grabbed onto his sides and cackled the night away. The night, the moment he looked at her...

His eyes relaxed and a small smile to his dry lips, that was the face he had when he had finally seen what happiness looked like again.

The face he had made everyday since then.

“Tetsu! Look at the kitten mugs! We should get some! It looks great!” “Y/N, we dont need-“ “LOOK! They even have nekoma themed mugs! And fukurodani ones! These are great! Did you know I actually went to fukurodani?” Her blabber was a tune that was constantly stuck to his head now. Watching her bring the mugs to the counter, he quickly hands his card to the register without her protest...well up until “I could have handled that yknow?” Another one of her famous complaints. Who knew happiness was a small woman in an old jacket and was as aggressive as a chihuahua?

“Fine, then you can buy the tea, kitten?” The raven offered as she feels her cheeks grow warm at the nickname. “Of course Im paying for tea, idiot!” Hurriedly grabbing her shopping bag and walking to the entrance that kuroo had opened for her. Walking side by side while munching on the weird convenience store they had both decided on.

“I like these! We should buy more next time, no?” Gasping at the delicious snack.

“Make yourself at home...” “Will do, sir~” she enters his apartment so casually and places the mugs down. Plopping down on her, self-proclaimed, spot while the rooster haired male had set up his kitchen for some tea she sets up the show they were going to watch. Spotting some packets of convenience store food, the smaller girl stared at them and started arising from her seat.

Kuroo felt small arms wrap around his waist and a cheek to his back. “Tetsu...” “Yes, kitten?” Replying with a teasing voice however regretting it as soon the male realizes what was happening. “I told you not to eat convenience store food anymore!” She scolds. Sigh It was a sight to behold. A 6ft tall man saying sorry to a smaller female, who was not even his lover, scolding him of not taking better care of himself. Though after all has been said and done she brings him to a cuddle on the couch. “Im just scolding you because I lov- ehem I..aughh I mean be-cause... you aren’t taking care of yourself again...you idiot” The last part sounding almost like a whisper. He was safe, content and most of all happy.

Recalling the questions he once had in his head.

Who knew happiness looked like her? An aggressive small girl who was way too confident.

A certain warm light to her eyes. Brow always dripping with sweat. She was fierce and weirdly competitive in things that don’t really matter.

‘Who could eat the most mochi?’ ‘Who could finish their tea first?’ Most of which the former captain would entertain. Happiness looked like her whenever she would run after the birds at the park and giggle at their “Cowardice” to face her.

Happiness sounded like her odd stories and her voice shouting at the store owner to haggle with her. She was happiness. She was his happiness.

He knew in himself that he liked her of course. Through his ups and downs they were together. The convincing him to go to classes. Y/N constantly riding up to his apartment just so she made sure he would actually go. Her constant “Good morning”...the...

“Tetsu, come on. It’s a great day to go to do something after classes!”

“OI! WHAT ARE YOU EATING?! You think rice is cheap? Ha?! Eat the food I made! No more instant noodles!”

“It’s okay. Let it all out. Im here. Your feelings are valid, okay?”

“Hey tetsu, I bought some Grilled Salted Mackerel pike!”

Until it became...

“Kitten! Let’s go to the beach!”

“Hey! Eat your food! It’ll get cold yknow?”

“Chibi-chan! You can’t even catch up!”

“Do you need help with that one? Here you do it like this...”

“Y/N, kenma said we’re meeting up at the cafe near the station. Wanna get ready at 10?”

“Hey shut the fuck up! She can wear whatever she wants. You’re just a pervert if you think you’re allowed to cat call her just for wearing clothes, ass hole”

Coming back to his younger, more passionate self. The happiest and the best version of himself, he thought that through this he was at least worthy and deserving of being loved by her.

However not everything is perfect. There were days where Y/N couldn’t even stop by. She was tired and she needed to rest for herself. Kuroo understand that but lately she was a bit too busy.

Was she busy? He wouldn’t have doubter her if...he hadnt..He saw her walking out of campus with a guy that day. More specifically the school’s counseling president.. She was so nice. Nice to everyone. Even to people like that. She was even nice to him. Him. He wasn’t even anybody. He was nothing and she was everything. He hated to think about it but...Maybe she just did that out of pity. She’s so nice that she would do that. Who was he?

Who was he to be important? He wasn’t a president of anything. He was just himself. Was he even worthy enough that she takes care of him to such an extent? What could he do for her though?

The sudden creak of the door alerts him, his sharp eyes meet Y/N’s frame holding a bouquet of flowers. “Oh hey can you help with these? The guys at the committee bought them for me as thanks but I honestly like gardens more hahaha Still sweet though” Taking off her shoes and handing him the big bouquet of red to pink roses. He could have done much better. She didn’t even like their stupid bouquet.

“There’s a green house tea house thing close to my university. Wanna go then? I mean Im going to be dropping some stuff off at my locker so-“ “Really?! Sure!” An excited squeal came from her lips while she stepped in and occupied the majority of the couch in a deflated or one might say tired pose.

“Please pick from our flower charms!” The host to the tea shop announcing enthusiastically at the duo. Normally the two would have picked different flowers however captivated by certain flowers with bright pink petals that point to the sky. Cyclamens with small papers which read “Fight for your love”.

Just like fortune cookies.

Well what do you know? Passionate love then? What a coincidence due to the situation. To fight for your love.

Being seated at their booth, both had looked around the place. Clumsily piled high with beautiful plants and the sun light almost seemed too perfectly placed. Y/N looked as if she belonged there. With the flora decorating her, one would have considered her a fairy. “You look...N-nice...kitten” stuttering to even find the right things to say.

Under the table...

She had gently inched her small fingertips to touch his calloused ones. Holding at least a portion of her hand. Soft ,comforting and happy. When the tea had arrived Kuroo had only taken a small sip until he rejected the floral drink completely. “You know Chrysanthemums actually means Loyalty and patience? It’s really cool!” With the tea’s edge to her slightly parted lips, the young female had taken a quiet sip.

She enjoys the date with her hand completely clasped in his under the table. Shoulders touching and giggling at whatever kuroo was showing her on his phone. It was literal paradise. Beautiful flora, wonderful food and amazing her. It was perfection in a moment. The sun’s afternoon light striped through her hair and a portion of her cheek. Magic.

It was all until she had started squirming and gripping his hand tighter. “T-tesu...I ughh...I like someone. It’s this guy and...he...I think he might be the one, tetsu! He buys tea with me and holds me like Im home...”

So he was right. He was correct this time. He was so used to being wrong that right now being right felt like a punishment. Tetsuro though that he was the only one who he did those things with. So right and so wrong at the same time.

The little glimmer of happiness in him slightly fading.

He was just there because she pitied him.

He hated it but he didn’t say that, he couldn’t. He had his signature grin on as he knuckles her hair he says something along the lines of “You! You’re going to scare him off! Hahaha! You’re so stubborn too, chibi-chan!”

The laughter was sweet as the tea he had refused to drink. A few moments later the male had left saying that he had to relieve himself though he barely drank anything.

1: 02 PM

3: 27 PM

“Miss, would you like me to sit with-“ “Oh? Oh! No! Sorry! Im actually with someone. Im just waiting for him”

“Oh sorry! I thought you were alone”

6: 12 PM

8: 45 PM

“Umm...miss, we’re actually going to close now”

...

“Hello? Tetsu-“ “This number cannot be reached. Please try again-“

“UGH! I am so kicking his ass when I see him! Ditching me like that!...” Shuffling to gather her things and hurriedly asking for the bill. She leaves the moment she’s cleared and in search of the rooster head male.

Meanwhile the male was in the library ever since. Trying to simply clear his head. Trying to understand what had just happened. Recalling the exact moment that you weren’t his anymore. When a woman in a skimpy outfit had cat called him when he was about to leave. Something about how he looked well hung. Livid, he grabbed her to the side which she obliged in.

This was wrong.

Though why would he care? He was always wrong. The one moment where he was correct he was also wrong. He clenched his fist and forcibly bit his lips.

He was cringing at all of this. Y/N was supposed to be his and yet...She had to choose...and she chose someone who deserved her love.

The disgusting moans of the woman he was making out with at the alley way. Hungry, disgusted and furious. His touches were rough and almost hurting her.

Again, why would he care? Y/N didn’t even like him! He was only taken care of out of pity! He was nothing! All he was...was wrong.

Empty and wrong.

He took it all out on the innocent girl’s cunt. Kuroo called out for her. Her nickname.

Grasping and groaning ‘kitten’. Balls deep in this bitch he picked up from the street when his phone started ringing.

The light of his screen illuminating them.

On the other side of this though...Y/N was walking to his apartment to see if he was there. Also just as livid. Tear stained. Her mascara smudged. No longer looking like a fresh flower. A wilted yellow carnation to her hair while her hands fumbled with her phone. She felt betrayed. She felt useless. It took so much for her to even confess! She had to time everything! To the hand holding and intimate touches.

Even rejecting the council president because of him!

He was a jerk! Why would he even invite her to a date if he was just going to ditch her?

Was she the one in the wrong this time though? Did he even like her? Why would he just invite her?

Did she misunderstand? Were they just friends?...

Finally confessing to him and he just-...mid step. Her head just momentarily looking to the side, to the alleyway. When a familiar figure was illuminated by a screen’s light in his pocket. A familiar figure with a familiar ring tone in a foreign situation. The flower on her hair dropping to her worn out shoes.

It was like a blink. Like a flicker of the light. It was at least just 2 seconds when she saw it.

There he was. Frustrated, grinning, calling out for his ‘kitten’ and balls deep in a girl she has never even seen before.

Taglist: @boosyboo9206 @kuroos-babie @yamaguchi-stan @janellion @cthuroo (thank you for helping me I love you) @my-mass-hysteria @zoppzoop

[bearmyshielf]

(Based on the phanthop au created by the lovely @roseltheteacup and @alittlewriter ! Hope you dont mind me doing this, but your au made me sad so I had to write something. Now it’s 1 AM, so off to sleep I go!)

—-

Phantump, the stump Pokemon. According to old tales, these Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died while lost in the forest.

—-

He likes his new trainer.

Lee is kind, and gentle, and he smiles like everything will be alright, now that he’s here. Lee doesn’t mind holding his hand, or peeling the crusts off his sandwiches, buys him chocolate ice cream and cookies and when the skies are clear, brings him to see the stars.

(Back in the forest, it had been dark, so dark. What sunlight he had seen was the little streams of gold that would peek through the leaves on good days, and darkness so complete it frightened him every other day. He had wandered, not knowing what he was missing, what he needed to find, just that he needed to find something. He had memorized every blade of tall grass. He had climbed every tree. He learned how to hide, how to keep quiet, how to make himself small. He learned what was safe to eat and wasn’t, how to see in the dark. He learned how to survive in a forest that seemed intent on swallowing him alive, and he had to do it alone.)

With Lee, he’s never alone. His trainer is always always there, a presence larger than life and just a smile bright as the sun. Lee takes him everywhere, and tells jokes, and makes curry just the way he likes it whenever he wants, wherever they are.

(Colorful mushrooms lighting up hidden paths and rocky mountains with gravel underfoot and the smell of salt by the ocean and rolling meadows filled with Woolos and clouds drifting by a giant window fat and lazy and gem encrusted walls and warm water and and and-

And Lee. He’s there. He’s always always there.)

—-

The first time he sees Lee battle, it’s at the very top of a tower that reaches the clouds.

He doesn’t recognize the other trainer, but they look scary, with the determined looking scowl tugging on their lips and the sharp look in their eyes. A part of him wants to curl up and hide, find a crevice and make himself small, the way he did back in the forest when the bigger Pokemon went by. He doesn’t though. Lee is right there, and he wants to be brave.

The fight is short. The fight is brutal. He watches, agape, as Charizard grows large, larger than any tree he’d ever seen, any pokemon he’d ever meet. He watches as the battle ends in a flash of orange fire, the ends of his leaves warming up as it rushes by.

The battle ends. His awe does not end with it.

Later, they make camp next to Lake Outrage, and Lee has gone to gather some berries. It’s just him and the rest of the team. He gives the others a friendly wave before he floats over to where Lee has left his things, hunting for the red and white balls that he’s always seen trainers with. It isn’t hard to find one, buried under strange pictures and a folded cape. He lifts it and chortles with glee, the sound echoing a hundred times over as he tosses it up and catches it again.

(He remembers the way Lee had done it, powerful arcs and deliberate movements. He remembers how he had felt- like his breath had been stolen- like there’s a sharp ache somewhere inside him, a dull throbbing that won’t go away, heat and ice making his vision blur. It hurt, but in a good way, and he wants that. He’s sure he does.)

It’s hard to imitate his trainer, but he tries, heaves the ball up to his chest and starts to turn around. He gets dizzy soon enough, and does that mean it’s time to let go? He does, and stumbles in midair as the ball leaves his hands to curve upwards gracefully and land on the grass some distance away.

Next to it, Lee, who drops the berries and plates he’s been holding, who’s hands rise up to cover his eyes as the dishes shatter, a thousand little shards sent in all directions. He watches, paralyzed, as his trainer’s shoulders tremble, like they’re caught in their own internal earthquake.

He rushes over, dives into Lee’s chest and clings to his shirt. Lee doesn’t hesistate- his hands come down to cradle him against their chest, shaking, shaking, shaking. He feels something drip on his branches and makes a low crooning noise, a rumbling purr he’d seen Meowths do to comfort their trainers, until Lee’s hands aren’t trembling so much and his shoulders art still.

Lee exhales. It’s a shaky, hollow sound, like someone has torn out his soul, and he never wants them to sound like that again, never, never again. He swears that, even as the rest of the team comes close and Charizard’s wings spread to curl around them.

(Later on he tries to pick up the shards left on the grass, but Lee stops him with red rimmed eyes. “It’s fine.” They murmur as he watches sadly. “You’ll cut yourself; let me do it.)

—-

“Phan?” He asks, confused. Lee smiles at him, pats the air next to him. They’re in the town with budews sleeping in the gardens and a large house nearby, looming.

(He doesn’t like that house. The last time Lee had brought him there, he had felt small: he had felt afraid, and alone, like he was back in the woods and all he could see were shadows. He had run away, and Lee had tore open the countryside looking for him, until his voice cracked and his shouts became whispers. He came back eventually, and Lee had hugged him so fiercely as they begged him to never leave like that again. It took five days before Lee could speak without coughing up blood. Five days of worry and guilt, and the knowledge that his trainer cared enough to look for him, to push himself that far. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like no one’s ever done that for him before.)

“I have someone for you to meet.” Lee smiles. There’s no stumble to their voice. He floats over, confused, as they continue. “Look, here they come now.”

He looks at the direction Lee is pointing and sees a Dubwool, being led by a woman with a shock of orange hair and followed by a Yamper. He looks at Lee, even more confused, but then the Dubwool tackles him.

There’s a commotion and flurry of movement around him, but his vision is filled with white wool and bright eyes, gleaming. The Dubwool nuzzles him, mindful of their horns. It’s you. They say, their voice trailing off to a celebratory bleat. It’s you! You’re back! You finally came back!

He wants to ask who they’re talking about. He wants to ask if they’ve met. Instead, he says nothing at all, as he buries his face in their coarse wool and wonders why this all feels so familiar.

—-

He’s been with Lee for three months when another new face appears.

The trainer looks young, and he doesn’t know them but- he feels like he should, for some reason. They look at him with wide wet eyes and it feels familiar, the way the Pokemon Lee had introduced him to had all felt familiar, like the woman with orange hair had felt familiar. Like it was something he’s forgotten, something he’d witnessed once in a dream.

“...Hey.” They whisper cautiously, picking at the edge of their sleeves with their nails. They’re still watching him with those wide wide eyes, huge and terrified. “Is it really you? Hop?”

That’s his name. He knows that at least, had been there when Lee called him that for the first time. He gives a shrill giggle, and they smile. He thinks that it’s a good expression on them.

“I thought I would never see you again.” The trainer’s lips wobble, and they use their hand to rub at the corners of their eyes. “We didn’t even get to say goodbye, yknow? I didn’t even notice you were gone, not until Leon did.”

He doesn’t understand what they’re trying to say. But he notices the way they’ve begun to curl inwards, eyes on the ground as they struggled to breathe. He knows what that means.

(He doesn’t know this trainer, with their sad smiles and shaking voice, but he knows already that he cant stand to see them cry.)

He floats forward as their eyes begin to droop, the weight of their tears pulling the edges down.

“And I stole your dream even though I didn’t really want to be champion, and I never said anything to you, and I didn’t look for you, I didn’t try and find you-“ they suck in a noisy breath, ribs rattling. “I was so happy to be number one I forgot about you, even though you were always there when I needed you, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

He noses his way into their arms, as their frame is wracked with heavy sobs that seem to take everything out of them. “I’m sorry-“ They croak, voice cracking, and repeat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- Hop, I’m sorry.“

He doesn’t know what they’re apologizing for, but he decides he’s forgiven them for it. He buries his face into the crook of their neck and listens to the apologies whistling out from between their teeth.

—-

He’s watching his trainer battle his rival and he feels something like pride, something a little more bittersweet- he watches them trade blows and something in him rings hollow, like a strike against an empty glass of water.

“I’ve never met a Phantump before.” The little girl next to him says. He cocks his head. “There’s never been any near Hammerlocke. And anyway, you’re the only one that has purple leaves.”

Was he? He bats at the purple foliage peeking out of his stump, wondering. Maybe that made him special. The girl watches him through the corner of her eyes.

“Though, we’ve met before, haven’t we? I asked your friend to deliver a letter for me. You were there too. You helped.” She smiles and smiles and keeps smiling, but she’s gone perfectly still.

He blinks in confusion.

“I never thanked you for that.”

She reaches out and pats him on the side of his head, and still confused, he lets her. “It’s not too late for you. You have got to remember.”

“Hey!” Lee calls from below. He turns to look at him: he’s flushed and grinning from victory, as his rival sighs over their rotom phone. “Come on, let’s go!”

He begins to follow his trainer, but not before sparing one more look behind him.

The little girl is not there.

—-

There’s a trainer waving a feathered stick around.

He floats over to investigate, the chiming of the bell alluring despite himself. The trainer chuckles as he bats at the toy, arms moving to and fro to attack it.

“I heard who you are.” The Trainer mutters as the toy begins to slow. Their eyes stay locked on him. “I heard it from the Champion. You’re Hop, aren’t you?”

That’s his name, so he nods. The trainer huffs out a brittle laugh, looking away and running a hand through his mess of unruly curls.

“...It was my fault.”

They don’t wait for him to understand. They barrel on, the words leaving them in a rush.

“You- you were ten. I was ten. Shit, we were stupid little kids, and I... I said that to you, and you disappeared, and I’m so fucking sorry for that. It was my fault.” They sigh. “What I did was unforgivable.”

He watches as they fiddle with the collar of their pink shirt, unable to meet his eyes. For some reason, he feels a stab of deja vu.

“Just... I’m glad you’re happy now, at least.”

—-

In the end, all it takes is a realization.

He’s sitting in Lee’s help and the thought strikes him how many friends he has now; how many memories shared. He’s sitting on Lee’s lap and all he feels is safe: all he feels is content.

(He thinks of the familiar Pokemon and the trainer with huge eyes and everyone else he had met, and he thinks of lonely days in a wood filled with fog and thinks that he is happy with what he has now.)

“I love you.” He hears Lee whisper as they poke at the fire, and he- he wants to respond.

(He’s warm and safe and happy, surrounded by companions, watching the stars twinkle overhead, and he’s never felt farther than his origins before: like the years he had spent in those woods never happened, like he never had to learn how to be small and safe. The darkness seems so far away, with the campfire spitting embers into the distance. He’s here, and he’s happy, and it feels like a dream come true.)

“Love you too Lee.” He whispers, actually whispers, with a voice that isn’t a chorus of screams, and-

-something in his soul slides right into place, and clicks.

(He isn’t lost anymore.)

[arthurflecksgirl]

Arthurs fave things / Headcanons

Something I think about A LOT are Arthurs fave things....

We can see some things in the movie.

Other things are just headcanons...

But to me and I think to all of us its very important what he loves the most.... <3

Food: In his daydream Arthur goes to the Donut shop and he has a chocolate looking Donut in front of him. We also see some chocolate chip cookies on the table in his living room and the receipe of gingerbread on the wall. So I guess Artie loves chocolate, cookies, cake, donuts... He definitaly has a sweet tooth. And if his medication wouldnt make him feel sick to the stomach, he would eat a lot more of that.

Drink: WE only see water standing in front of him but in his daydreams (Donut shop and Sophie) there is coffee. So I guess his fave drink is Coffe but he drinks water most of the time because it goes best with his meds.

Movie: He seems to love Charlie Chaplin, so maybe some of his movies are his faves.  There is a Maria Antoinette tape between the Murray Franklin tapes. So it might be his,too.

Tv show: The Murray Franklin show, of course. I really want to look up other comedy shows from the late 70ies and early 80ies, to see what kinda shows he might also like. I guess he is watching comedy for most of the time, so he can observe and learn a lot.

Animal: Arthur loves cats. He had an imaginary cat in the script and his journal has cat ladies in it.

Color: I guess red. because he chooses red for his suit and he wore the dark red outfit for his date.

Song: It has to be Thats life, because its always stuck in his head.

Musician: Sinatra, of course. There is no way another musician would be his fave singer of you ask me.

...

So those are the things we can guess from the movie. But what is about the fave things that we cannot guess from what we have seen or red before?

Like...

What are his fave flowers?

I dont know if Penny choose the bedsheets and curtains, but there are a lot of yellow  roses  in his apartment. maybe he choose these things because he does the household,too . So it would be yellow roses.

Whats his fave smell?

I wonder about that a lot and I am very curious about this.  I guess he wonders how the beach and the ocean smells like but he never experienced it.  I guess he likes the smell of flowers and the smell after rain. Because he is a romantic. And the scent of your skin...

His fave book?

I wanna know so bad! There is a book beside the bed (when Penny is at the hospital), so I guess he reads! I really dont know what book it might be, because you cannot make out the letters. But I imagin him reading some erotic or at least romantic stories. Poems even.

His fave painter?

I am not sure but I guess he has one, because he does little doodles and drawings and I think he looked at art before and I think he is interested in it. I really have to think about that one more!

His fave ice cream flavour?

I guess Artie loves the classics like vanilla or chocolate. I also like to think he loves cocoanut.

Season`?

Summer, because he dreams of California and the sun. He dreams of light and sunny days.

His fave place in the world?

Arthur never left Gotham but in his dreams its California...

What are your headcanons about his fave things in the world?

[sekoui]

50 QUESTIONS YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED

tagged by @youre-the-sun-flower​ <3 ty babygirl

1. what is the color of your hairbrush?

purple

2. a food you never eat?

MEATLOAF

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

too cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

playing fortnite LMFAO

5. what is your favorite candy bar?

hersheys nuggets with toffee and almond

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

baseball

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

"she was a brat to me so OH WELL”

8. what is your favorite ice cream?

COOKIE DOUGH

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?

water

10. do you like your wallet?

yes!! it was a gift ;-;

11. what was the last thing you ate?

pasta

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no bitch im quarantined

13. the last sporting event you watched?

uhhhhh world cup??? LMAO

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

buttery

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to?

a TEXT-TEXT like on my PHONE??? my dad

on discord it was to @youre-the-sun-flower​

16. ever go camping?

yes

17. do you take vitamins?

nope

18. do you go to church every sunday?

i set foot into 1 church 1 time and it was a historical building

19. do you have a tan?

idk not really, im olivey

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

depends on my MOOD

21. do you drink your soda with a straw?

i dont drink soda often so ?? yes when im at a restaurant ig

22. what color socks do you usually wear?

fuzzy..... any color

23. ever drive above the speed limit?

yes

24. what terrifies you?

whales

25. look to your left, what do you see?

A WALL

26. what chore do you hate?

LAUNDRY

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?

steve irwin

28. what’s your favorite soda?

dr pepper

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?

depends on  the... situation

30. who’s the last person you talked to?

emma

31. favorite cut of beef?

i dunno LMFAO

32. last song you listened to?

six feet apart - alec benjamin

33. last book you read?

a tale of two cities

34. favorite day of the week?

it all blurs together in quarantine sis

35. can you say the alphabet backwards?

no

36. do you like your coffee?

cream + sugar + whipped cream

37. favorite pair of shoes?

red nikes

38. at what time do you normally go to bed?

10:30 when we werent locked down

39. at what time do you normally get up?

6 am for work

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunset

41. how many blankets are on your bed?

2

42. describe your kitchen plates.

white, slightly raised edges, idk

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

no

44. do you play cards?

no

45. what color is your car?

dark blue and sparkly

46. can you change a tire?

no

47. what is your favorite province?

i dont use that word in america

48. favorite job you’ve ever had?

the one i have now

49. how did you get your biggest scar?

steroids lmfao

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy?

idk i told effy she was beautiful like 500 times

i said emma’s name n that always makes her happy

i made jenna laugh at some point so that counts

and i gave my mom a hug

tagging: @willemma @dearrobbe @viricris @crisviri @bloggideon @well-who-needs-angels-anyway @morshiberna @librarikay @fehmyn @britt-wie @it-is-what-it-is-i-guess​ @matteoflrnzi​

[sorryforpartyrocking]

hi miss caravane... sweet asks: alternating asks starting with "do you believe in soul mates?" then "which fictional character do you relate to most?" etc until the end and w "things I find attractive in girls/guys" do both? and the last question would be who is no. 1 on ur kill list... thank u... <3 :) the last question is not a trap

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

no

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

i recently realized i have the same backstory as jolyne jjba (minus the jail part) so her ig

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

kissing in the dark i dont want to get a cold 😘

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

it was in 2017 i think. it was a summer night and i was the only one up. i was just walking around my living room watching youtube videos (they were pop song reviews lol) i think that was the last time i felt at peace with myself ive been chasing that feeling ever since

💖- have you ever been in love?

love is a very strong word. i may be in love right now i may never know what love is etc etc

🍯- describe your favorite smell

fresh laundry or cold air going through a vent

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

cookie dough

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

in the sea 🌊 i don't trust fairies

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

libra, aquarius, aquarius

🍭- how tall are you?

5'6

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

halloween

🎶- favorite song right now?

she wants revenge - red flags and long nights

🍩- current mood?

STRESSED

💍- your current relationship status?

single

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

YES!!

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

i don't perceive myself as anything tbh i just exist

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

uhm... accents 👉👈 (europeans are exempt from this)

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

like a dumbass apparently

💬- what your last text message says?

on discord i can't really tell but on insta it's "i see. im also guessing your twerk game is trash"

⛅- what is your morning routine?

rise from the dead, shower, eat, go back to sleep

🥀- last time you cried?

last sunday

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

if i have scary/creepy experiences i simply dont. repression gang

🎀- "who is no.1" on your kill list

i think you know who 😳

[moskaisley]

50 questions tag !

tagged by @acomplicatedprofession​ 💖 thanks friend !

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

black but i guess i dont use it anymore bc im bald LOL

2.) Name a food you never eat

im pretty adventurous w what i eat but i don’t like liver

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

too cold

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

eating a grilled cheese and watching glee 😖

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

cadbury with hazelnut !

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

not by my own volition. was at a high school trip and they forced us to go to a baseball game. we ditched halfway LOL

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“what the fuck“ after watching glee and hearing puck say “girl u got more curves than a nissan ad”

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

ben and jerry’s cherry garcia 🍒

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

orange soda

10.) Do you like your wallet?

kind of? ive been thinking about getting a new one bc it’s too thicc to fit in some of my smaller purses

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

ginger snap cookies

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no i haven’t bought clothes in a few months bc quarantine.  i’ve been wanting to go thrifting so bad tho 😭😭

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

uh. that same baseball game i think??

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

caramel popcorn!

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

group chat with some friends 🥰🥰

16.) Ever go camping?

yeah !! my parents love camping and they dragged me all throughout high school

17.) Do you take vitamins?

nope

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

back in high school 

19.) Do you have a tan?

not right now, but i tan really easy so if sit in the sun for like 5 seconds i’ll b like a shade darker

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

chinese ! 

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

yes bc im a baby and have sensitive teeth

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

black socks

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

always and i’m gonna pay for it one day

24.) What terrifies you?

the dark, covid, and the feeling of never being satisfied whatever i do

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

a bottle of lube 🤭

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

LAUNDRY i hate doing that shit. especially folding 

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

steve irwin

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

cherry pepsi ! 

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

drive thru! 

30.) What’s your favorite number?

things look best in threes 🥰

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

my bf 💘

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

uh?? whenever i go to korean bbq i rly like beef tongue ! 

33.) Last song you listened to?

take me as i am by rina sawayama

34.) Last book you read?

circe by madeline miller

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

very...slowly......

36.) Favorite day of the week?

wednesday

37.) How do you like your coffee?

either black or with steamed milk

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

dr martens chelsea boots ! i wear them all the time during winter

39.) Time you normally wake up?

10/11 but i’ve been wanting to get up earlier

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

sunrise 

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

one bc it’s too hot in the summer 

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

white and ikea for 79c each

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

Too tiny >:(

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

peach soju soda ! 

45.) Do you play cards?

no but i play mahjong!

46.) What color is your car?

charcoal!! 

47.) Can you change a tire?

nope 

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

palawan, philippines is one of the most beautiful places in the world n i wanna go back 

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

i worked in a gelato shop throughout high school and some college. it wasn’t the best paying job but ive got some good memories from it

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

it’s on my thigh. i was swimming in the philippines and i got cut on the front of my thigh from a piece of coral. turns out coral is really fuckin sharp 

tags if you wanna take a whirl!

@tiffdawg @bella-ciaao @huliabitch @altarsw @ollypopp @romanticgumchewer @qveenbvtch

[purplesurveys]

956

Be honest with yourself, are you proud of your actions? Yes. If there’s one good thing going for me it’s that I’m happy with the things I’ve done, overall. I regret few of my actions.

Have you ever had an operation? No, and the thought scares me to be honest. I get uncomfortable with the idea of being put under anaesthesia or being cut open D:

Favorite sit-down restaurant? Yabu, Frankie’s, or Mendokoro Ramenba. Missing all these places bigtime, too. I can’t wait to start getting my internship money, heh. Chicken wings will probably be one of the first things I’d buy.

What have you eaten today? I had sushi bake with nori sheets in the afternoon, during a lull at work.

Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week? Rhett and Link, if people from YouTube count. But Angela made me laugh quite a bit today, if you’re looking for an irl person.

If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be? But would I be down with the tattoo...? Probably should have been the first question you asked, haha.

What is something you find romantic? I like different ways of saying I love you without having to say those words. Like, “I thought of you when I saw this,” or “Should I drive to you?” or “Did you get home safe?” Those are my favorite things to hear when in a relationship; it makes me feel I’m looked out for, which I appreciate.

What is your style? Sometimes I like going the 90s route with graphic tees and high-waist denim jeans, but other days I like to look more modern or chic.

If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be? Not that I enjoy doing it, but I’d love to visit Nacho’s resting place right now. I’m just not sure if I’m allowed to go out at this time. I’m certainly hoping he wasn’t alone today and that he got a lot of love.

What is the best movie you have ever seen? Good Will Hunting.

What makes you attracted to the person you like right now? Intelligence.

What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about? I don’t appreciate jokes on miscarriages and rape, and those that poke fun at transphobia. Jokes on suicide and mental health issues can sometimes be offensive, but it depends on the context.

How long was your longest relationship? 4 years.

Would you rather live in a castle or a spaceship? I’d take the castle. I personally prefer the spaceship a lot more, but I feel like I’d be barfing in there a lot lmao. Also, the amount of controls and buttons that I’ll have to move around will probably overwhelm me.

Have you ever felt unimportant in someone’s life? Unfortunately, yes.

Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No. Not my gift of choice either, so I’d say it’s a good thing that no one has made one for me.

Did you have any unread texts this morning? I don’t think so, no.

What are your initials? RIAC.

What is your definition of “having sex”? I don’t feel like describing it in detail lol, just look it up.

Who was the last person you were “in a relationship with” on Facebook (including anyone you may have put “in a relationship with” for a joke)? I never used that feature on Facebook. I don’t like sharing too much personal info on there, because Filipino relatives tend to be nosy and gossip around lol. All they need to see are the memes I share and my political stances.

Do you think a relationship with a 16-year-old girl and a 35-year-old man would work out? Do you think age differences like that (when they’re under 18) should be legal? 16 years old...say that again, but slowly. That’s pretty disgusting.

Were you ever “the other man/woman”? How did it turn out? How do you feel about it today? No. I’d never want to be; I wouldn’t know how to deal with it if I ever found out I was one.

What do you think of open relationships? If your partner suggested it, what would you say? i dont care what other people do, but that is not for me.  < Sums it up well.

Would you ever date out of your race? I’m open to it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be.

Who were you with yesterday? Just family, but I was mostly by myself.

Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? Nope.

What time do you have to get up tomorrow? My work starts at 9 AM so I always have to be up by then, but because I like taking a shower and polishing the work I did the day before, I personally like to be ready anywhere between 8–8:30 AM.

Have you ever kissed anyone with a tattoo? I never have.

What kinds of alcohol do you like? I like cocktails; I like having a good, chill time with friends and I’m usually not in a hurry to get drunk, so cocktails are the perfect drinks for me for most situations. As for hard drinks, I usually go for tequila shots and whatever Bacardi is.

Did you have a swing set when you were a kid? We didn’t, but as a kid I regularly came over to my cousins’ place who did have a playground and they had a variety of swings that I loved riding.

Can you do the alphabet in sign language? Incompletely.

Have you ever been so hurt that you wanted to stop feeling completely? Of course.

State you most want to visit? Illinois, but only for Chicago.

What is a book that you really want to read? I’m not really eyeing any at the moment, but I’m currently reading Midnight Sun. Except by ‘currently’ I really mean reading a few pages or so once a week lol. I’ve always been terrible at reading books as a teenager/adult.

What brand was the last lotion that you used? I don’t remember anymore. I don’t use lotion often.

What color is your underwear? Green.

What was the last type of cookie that you ate? Sandwich cookies. They were Oreos.

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? In a happier place, mentally. I’d give an arm and a leg to be there rn.

What genre was the last song you listened to? R&B I think.

What sort of surveys catch your interest and which ones bore you? I like ones with random questions or those with themes that I can relate to, like college or film surveys. I can’t say I enjoy surveys that ask what kind of X you are and then just lists down traits that you’re asked to bold or not. Bolding surveys can also be kinda bleh, but I like putting my own twist on them and elaborating on each entry so that I don’t finish them too quickly.

What books do you usually enjoy reading and which do you not enjoy? I enjoy autobiographies. I don’t like the fantasy and epic genres, or anything that has too many fictional or supernatural elements.

What is something that you really want to try, whether it’s a hobby, food, etc.? Baking! I feel like it would be therapeutic for me, so it’s something I want to get into. It’d be awesome to master chocolate chip cookies.

What websites do you frequent most often? YouTube these days, for sure. I also use a lot of Google Suite for work.

The last person you found attractive — what did they look like? Big eyes, medium-length hair, bright smile.

If you could go back in time, would you prefer to go forward or backward? this question is so jacked LOL. "if you could go back, would you go foward?" go away. < Hahahaha true, but I’d go forward in time. I want to fast forward to feeling happy again, if that will even be the correct guess.

Post a link to the last video you watched online. Aw man, your timing made me a little sad. I’m currently watching the GMM episode that featured Kobe Bryant a few years ago.

Is there anything bothering you at the moment? You bet there is.

What color was the last shirt you wore? I’m wearing a black and white striped shirt right now, but the one I wore before this had a leopard print.

What sort of things do you like to post or look at on Tumblr? I just do surveys full-time now, man. I hopped off the fandom side of Tumblr 6-7 years ago and this has been my ~main blog since, if I had to call it anything.

What scent was the last candle you burned? It was just a plain candle that we had to light up because we had a blackout. I don’t really get my own candles to relax or whatever.

What type of people are you usually attracted to? I’m demi, so it will always differ. I don’t have a ‘type’ of person.

Do you collect anything? If so, what? Can’t say I do.

When you look to your left, what is the first thing you see? What about the right? I see my bed on the left, and the wall and the glare from my phone on the right.

What room are you currently in? What color are the walls/floor? I’m in my bedroom. Walls are white, floor is brown.

What color is the last blanket you used? Pink but it has polka dots of various colors. My light is currently turned off and it’s dark, though, so I don’t feel like reaching for my blanket just to list down its other colors.

What do you smell like right now? I think I just smell like person...I wasn’t around strong scents today.

If it was possible to celebrate a holiday everyday, which would you choose? That would get boring really fast, but idk...Christmas, I guess? It’d be nice to have big grand dinners everyday and to see regularly relatives I only see 1-2 times a year.

If you could compare yourself to a celebrity or character, who would it be? Mr. Peanutbutter from BoJack Horseman. Loyal, wacky, covers everything up with humor, very expressive when it comes to love.

Which male celebrities do you find attractive? Timothée Chalamet, Troye Sivan, Mark Ruffalo.

Which female celebrities do you find attractive? Kristen Stewart, Kate Winslet, Rosamund Pike, Claire Foy, Courteney Cox, Mila Kunis, Emma Stone.

If you could marry one of your favorite celebrities and have a happy relationship until the end of your days, who would it be? I’d go with Mark Ruffalo, heh

What song are you listening to at the moment? I have Good Mythical Morning on, not music.

What is currently on your desk? Just my headphones at the moment. I usually use my laptop on the desk too, but right now I prefer to be on the floor just because.

What brand is your computer? Apple.

What are the last things you ate and drank? For eat, I had sushi bake with nori sheets. For drink, I had water.

How often do you take naps and how long do they usually last? I take naps in the afternoon but only on weekends now, because work. How long they last always varies, depending on how hot it is in my room. Higher temperature = quicker, less satisfying naps.

Which season do you wish lasted all year? I definitely wish we got rain all year.

What is the last part of your body that itched? My back.

Is there anything that you should be doing right now? Nope. My day is over and I’m happy to take a survey or two tonight.

Is there anything you’re craving right now? Pad thai. I did ask my dad to make it again, so I should expect it any day soon.

How do you take your tea? I don’t drink tea.

[mercatorantique]

aesthetic tag! 

tagged by @seungchris

tagging:  yall dont have to do it but ! @banghans @kimatas @djxiao @chrrysoda @utunes @itzmidzy n if anybody else wants to feel free to say i tagged u!

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night

dark academia

neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story

edgy

closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks

seventies

colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | diy-ing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding

preppy casual

collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

oversized everything | painted nails | fairy lights | dozing off in the middle of class | tying hair up into a ponytail | round glasses | laughing so hard you can’t breathe | late night study sessions | tender hand holding | impromptu photoshoots | drowning in moondust | bathing in the light of the sunset | strawberry flavored lollipops | polaroid pictures | eagerly tugging someone down the street | handwritten love letters | smell of coffee | living with reckless abandon | crinkled pages of a journal | replaying the same part in a song over and over

naptimetea - helena

everything black | rewearing your favorite outfit | drawing late into the night | rewatching favorite shows | the bread isle | minty lip balm | falling asleep anywhere and everywhere | making green tea | useless questions when it’s 2 am | forehead kisses | sleeping in till the afternoon | love of pink | staying up to watch the sunrise | dancing in the bathroom | messy handwriting | pile of sketchbooks | talking for hours about interest | old sentimental stuff animals | hanging out on the bed and doing nothing | thick fluffy blankets

jeonginks

the thrill of leaning your body way over a balcony’s edge | the suffocating feeling when the strong wind blows down your lungs | tip-toeing barefoot | hair ruffling and cheek pinching | hugging a body pillow at night | facing the sky with closed eyes | the whimsical silence when it’s past midnight and you’re the only person awake | when you can physically feel your eyes soften when you look at someone | dancing alone with only an oversized shirt | when your sweater falls over your thighs as you stand up | humming scary but memorable lullabies | vivid imagination | w-sitting with a mini skirt and thigh high socks | heated laptop on your lap | cereal at 3 am | gliding your fingers across your thighs | bittersweet melancholy | withdrawn and distant eyes | very tight belts | wanting love but not believing in it | not cruel but not kind

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

split-dye hair | female rappers | staying up until 6am and sleeping until 1pm | taking notes on an ipad | middle school emo music | mini skirts | late night drives | rain on the ocean | flirting with people when you’re bored | doc martens | eating ramen in the pot | afraid of being looked at | fishnets | getting joy out of making people laugh | small tattoos | crying yourself to sleep | peppermint everything | desperate for freedom | chipped black nail polish

lveletters

well-worn converse | ginger ice cream | farmers’ markets | amaretto in coffee | the sound of pen on paper | empty mountain trails | black and white photographs | vintage bicycles | roads trips with no destination | overfilled bookcases | a shoebox full of ticket stubs | granny smith apples | orange gerbera daisies | cardigan sweaters | games that tell a story | red wine in a mason jar | succulent gardens | tattoos of birds | fresh-baked muffins | a favorite pair of jeans

dnceracha - sydni

black chelsea boots | chapped lips | browline glasses | losing yourself in video games | impressionist art | pink peonies | writing down anything you need to remember | the smell of gasoline | business goth style | dangly earrings | florals | ballet flats | cuffed jeans | liking the villain | a stack of journals | generous amounts of highlighter | knives | rain on a tin roof | heavy footsteps | small-town diners

seungchris - tessa

1am coffee |  small of fresh baked cookies |  lazy morning cuddles |  craft beer | corner booth in a local diner |  video games till 4am | strained vocals in songs | soft yellow lighting |  fresh mint |  loud synth bass with sweet vocals |  fuzzy photos |  squished cheeks |  long hugs | childhood stuffed animals | cat laying on your chest |  blasting music going to country roads | chocolate espresso beans |  white beat-up converse |  6-year-old worn sweaters |  hand-made gifts

gutenyang - luca

a game over screen playing its melancholy music in the darkness | being so full of love you start choking on it even though it has nowhere to go | being so drained of love that everything runs together | hazy memories as if they’re no longer your own | wet ink staining the palms of your hands | teeth glinting in the dim light, are those really so sharp? | getting lost in a campfire, the voices of your friends laughter and singing fading out as you stare | home-grown roses and lavender and lilies | the burn in your lungs after a good long scream | the ringing in your ears after seeing your favorite artist in concert, live, feeling the vibrations in your very soul | a smile shared between two...not lovers, but impossibly intertwined regardless | the fascination with catholic imagery and disgust with everything else | a ballroom in the modern era | lips against skin, a kiss and a secret whispered | a leather jacket so loaded with pins and patches that it says more about the owner than any words can describe | a bassline so melodic it catches you off guard, sweeps you off your feet | laughter for laughter’s sake | reading between the lines and only praying someone reads between yours as well | that one knife that says ‘jopping’

[grayson-22]

Navy and Scarlet

Warnings

Sex mention

Implied homophobia (blink and you'll miss it)

Intruxiety

I gave up on a word count because this is pretty long for my writings so....imma go eat a cookie.

It was thursday. Or maybe wednesday? Oh who cares. It was close to the end of the week when he came up to me. He was gorgeous. His eyes were a dark blue, his skin was light and looked soft, his jawline was so sharp I felt like if I touched it I would get cut. He was so professional looking, his hair slicked back, his glasses pressed neatly to his face, his tie around his neck tightened. He looked so professional, minus his navy blue hair.

I had just gotten my hair done as well, a lovely shade of red, dark near the roots and a blazing scarlet at the tips. When he came up to me and started flirting, you couldnt tell where my face stopped and my roots started.

I was sitting in the salon, fiddling with my pin. It was June, pride and i was determined to go with my best friend Patton. I guess he noticed my assortment of LGBT+ pins, or maybe i just gave off the energy, but he came up to me, placed his hand against the wall i was standing against and spoke softly.

"Is it safe to guess that you're more than an ally?" There was a soft purr in his voice. My face flamed up, "uh...yeah. I'm super gay!" He chuckled, "well I'm Logan." I blushed more.

"I mean...yes I'm gay...does that mean you are too?" I asked, trying to pull myself together.

"Is it that easy to tell?" He smiles he leaned against the wall with me. I sighed, "maybe it was the shameless flirting with a stranger?" I added.

"Well you dont have to be a stranger. I told you my name, what about yours?"

"Roman." I said with a smile.

We chatted for a bit, it was cute when i told a flirty joke and he laughed. Not long after the first interaction though, our friends came up to us.

"Lo! We need to head out before my mom finds us!" A boy with purple and black hair pulls at Logans arm. I know him from somewhere, his name is on thr tip of my tongue...

"Virgil! You're Virgil Storm, right?" He looks at me with bewilderment. "Uh...yeah, and who the hell are you?" He sounded annoyed.

"Roman Kingsly. We went to high school together. You were friends with my brother Remus." I said as i remembered their weird sleepovers.

As if the mention of my brother made his skin crawl, Virgil backed away slowly. "You're...i gotta go." He yelled out, as he ran away, pulling Logan with him.

~

I was at the hair salon. It was annoying how i got wrapped up in this mess...my friend Virgil got invited to a pride parade with his ex, and he dragged me along as well.

I decided if we were going to the parade we might as well look the part, we decided on hair dye.

Virgil had blond hair when we arrived, but left with black hair and purple highlights.

I went with a simple navy blue, not the most practical of choices, but one i could get away with. I arrived after him. I saw him sitting there, chatting with the hairdresser. His hair was blonde, most likely a bleaching first.

I watched as the hairdresser put red color in, i dont know why...but i was captivated by him. I went in after him, getting my hair done before making my way to him.

We talked, i learned all the proper information that i would need to know to continue this courtship: his name, his sexuality, and most importantly...that he was going to pride.

As i was being rushed out by Virgil, who found out i was talking to his ex's brother, i looked sadly at Roman, upset that I didn't get his number at least.

Virgil freaked out in the car, "why did we even come?! Its not like i miss him...why is his brother here too?!" I sighed.

"Well we didnt have to come for Remus. We could just stay because we are both gay. If we run into Roman and Remus....then we can have a chat and be on our way." I said slyly. I didnt think my dark companion knew that i had been, what some might call, flirting with Roman.

"Yeah, you'd looove to talk to my ex and his brother." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yes, actually I would." He blushed slightly.

"Shit...did you hit it off with Roman? You realize he's the jock type...right? He's the kind of person who would beat you up in school." Virgil said as he groaned.

"And how would you know if he beat students up?" That made Virgil go quiet.

I sighed, "I see." He said softly. "I'm sorry. I will no longer bring up the matter." Virgil nodded slowly.

Later that day, we were decked out in our LGBT apparel, head to toe in rainbows. Although I looked ridiculous, I quite enjoyed the queer aesthetic. Pun intended.

I made my way out to see Virgil, who was trying to leave with his hoodie on, but I did not allow that to happen, knowing he would die of heat stroke.

I drove us to the parade, excited to see Roman, not really for the parade itself. I think my excitement showed a little too much, because not long after we parked and started our walk to the beach that held pride, Virgil gave me a concerned look, "Lo? You Okay? You're smiling. You never smile."

He was right, i never smile. What changed? Why was I smiling when I never smile? Roman. I was smiling because I saw Roman across the way.

~

I had gotten ready with Patton, my brother Remus, and his best friend Deen. We all decided on a very fem look, and by that i mean Deen bought us georgous skirts that I could never deny.

I took the dashing red and put it on with my rainbow checkered shirt tucked in. I decided to wear sandals instead of my pumps too, mostly because this was on a beach and there was going to be a lot of sand.

Patton wore the blue skirt and a baggy crop top, pulling it together with rainbow suspenders and tennis shoes.

Deen wore the yellow one with a black shirt that read, "move, I'm gay." On the back in rainbow as well as his converse.

Remus. The revolting creature...wore the green skirt, a rainbow dildo hat and no shirt, fishnet stockings and rainbow flip flops.

I tried to ignore him, i was on a mission to find him. Logan, i didnt know why I felt so...willing to just throw everything away for him but I did and i would if I had to.

Luckily...all I had to do was turn around. When I did I saw him there with Virgil, who had been glaring at me. He probably remembers high school now. It seemed that Logan had seen me, because he was walking towards me, he looked hesitant when my brother came up to me though.

"Remus, go away!"

"But I see Virgil, wanna go say hi?!"

"Not with you looking like that."

"Better this than what I had planned before this." He laughed, "one word, mankini!" He laughed more.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Logan, "hey...come here often?" I asked feeling like an idiot. He just gave a small smile, "oh yeah, all the time."

God he was adorable. He blue hair shining against the sun, he was covered in rainbows, deffinatly gay. Which meant I had a chance. We walked away from Remus and Virgil, which I felt bad about doing...poor guy was not ready for Remus's...quirks.

~

As soon as we left Virgil with Remus, per his request, i decided to try and flirt with Roman again. He was wearing a skirt that made my head spin and my heart pound in my chest.

"You look rather dashing." I said softly, looking over to him to see that he was blushing, it was adorable, and it was clear he was a bottom.

Then he said something that snapped me right out of my thoughts, "can I get your number?" It took me by surprise, but who was I to deny him his request? "Of course, handsome."

He hands me his phone, open on the contact page, although he did accidently switch it to his gallery that had a picture of Roman with his shirt pulled up, held in his mouth.

"Oh? I think I accidentally found something." I said with a smirk, i will admit it. He was hot. He looked at the phone and took it away quickly, "you weren't meant to see that!"

"If not me, then who?" I asked, i felt something new inside...jealousy. "Well no one really...its more for myself." He looked down with a blush.

"Well, maybe I can see all that in person soon." I said with a wink as I finally put my number in his phone. I knew I was being what Virgil would call 'smooth as fuck', was I using my ability to know what to say and when to say it to get me a date? Of course I was.

~

I started freaking out when he asked about the picture, I'm lucky he didn't decide to scroll. Although I do like how I look in these pictures, they weren't just for me...i sent them to my ex. I felt lonely, and he texted me...not that I would ever tell Logan that.

Anyway, after the photo fiasco, we walked around for a bit. We watched the drag show together and just had a fun time. It was clear he was flirting with me the whole time, and i flirted right back.

Remus had texted me asking if I was coming home tonight because Virgil wanted to come with, i decided I would make do with what I had. I was going home with Logan, if he would let me.

~

Not even a minute after Virgil texted me that he was going home with his ex, i had Roman against my car, his thighs around me. I was kissing his neck and lips, it was sloppy in the best way.

I had his shirt opened up so I could feel his skin, i was going to wait before I tore off his clothing, but it was hard.

We did manage to get to my house without killing the mood. Kissing and flinging clothes around as we made out way to my room.

~

He threw me onto the bed, crawling over me to reclaiming my lips, he tasted like cinnamon, sweet and intoxicating, i couldn't get enough.

He pulled at my skirt lightly enough to signal that he wanted to go underneath, before realizing he could just lift it up.

~

His moans were passionate and full of love, not lust. I realized afterwards that this was not going to be a one night stand like I had thought.

Later that morning I heard the door slam, realizing it was Virgil, i panicked slightly. Romans and I's clothes are all over the living room and I'm naked in bed with him, with my door wide open.

"I see you got princey." He groaned out. "Well, i guess it's not too bad, it's not like you're the only one." He said with a dark smile creeping on his face.

"Could you uh...bring our clothes in here? I forgot to grab those earlier. " I asked as I sat up, keeping the covers over most of me.

"Whatever specs." He called out as he went to grab our clothing, throwing it in my room and closing my door. I sighed happily as I look over at Roman, he looked so perfect, even after a night like the one we had. His hair was messy now and sweat covered his entire body.

I put a hand against his abs and laid back down, i was fit, but I didn't have rock hard abs like him. I didn't look perfect, even after bottoming for nearly an hour. I was nothing like him, i was a nerd, i was healthy for the sake of being healthy, i wore glasses, i was a serious person. He was perfect...and he still asked me for my number, he still let me take him home.

~

I woke up in his arms, his big strong arms. I was over heating a bit, but there was no way I would let this moment go. I rolled over to see him better. "Good morning sleeping beauty." He said before placing a kiss on my lips.

"Morning." I said in a breathy way. He was georgous, the sunlight hitting his face just right to make him look like a god. Although he was godly in bed.

He smiled at me before kissing me again. The cinnamon taste didn't leave his lips, they were still sweet. I placed my hand on his cheek pulling him slightly closer to me.

Suddenly there was a hand on my thigh, "are you asking for round two already?" I called out teasingly as I pulled away. He chuckled, "considering my roommate just keft for work, deffinatly." He kissed me again, trapping me from leaving, not that I wanted to though.

"One more time...and then I need to start going home." I said softly before kissing him needingly.

Within minutes, I'm a mess of moans and too much grabbing. It was clear I was trying to grab onto any part of Logan I physically could, and he loved it.

It took another hour to finish, and then nearly half an hour for us both to get dressed. That had more to do with him not wanting me to leave, pulling me into his lap, kissing my neck, at this point I thought I should just move in.

He kissed me, pulling me back into his house before I told him that I had to leave. He offered me a ride, i thought for a second. I decided one ride home wouldn't kill me.

~

I drove him home, kissing him at the door, normally I would let them leave in the morning, but there was something about him that was so dofferent than the others.

He was strong and confident, handsome and god knows I took it all in. He was the perfect human being. I didn't want this to just be a one time thing, so I texted him all night, and the next one...and all next week. For months we were texting, there were more pictures than words though, and occasionally he would ask me over, or ask to come over. Those were my favorite nights.

About 3 months into this, i decided I wanted more than sex. I wanted a relationship. I asked him over.

'Let me get ready and I'll be there in 10.' That was his text, sent with a wink.

'Actually. I would like to take you to dinner. Please wear something nice, i can pick you up, you can pick me up, or we can meet there if you would like to.'

30 minutes passed before I finally got an answer. ' Meet me there then. Sorry, my brother stole my phone.' I smiled and got ready, sending him the address.

We went to a fancy restaurant, he looked handsome in his nice black shirt and pants. His hair was in a messy on purpose look, still red. He sat down in front of me.

I wore a nice blue shirt and black pants, hair slicked back. "You clean up nicely." He teased up. I laughed nervously. At that point I realized that I loved him.

"Is there a reason you asked to meet at a restaurant instead of just your house? That's where your bed is." He said softly, i nodded.

"Roman, in the past few months, i believe I have fallen in love with you." His face lit up "Logan...i love you too." He said softly. "With that said...would you like to be my official boyfriend?" I asked in a near whisper.

"Oh my god yes I would!" He was trying not to tell, but I didn't mind. I was happy.

That night was celebrated with a few glasses of wine and two margaritas, as well as him coming home with me, the first time as my boyfriend.

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[turtle-steverogers]

15 and 24 with sprace

Waking Hour

15. Calming them down when they have a bad dream

24. Tracing your names together in the sand

wow what a combination okokokok let’s get this bread

warnings: blood, death, but its ok!!! i promise!!

ship: sprace

word count: 1064

Race lay on his back, the sun beating down harshly on his stomach.  He kept his eyes closed, the distant sound of children shouting and seagulls squawking falling just short of his full perception.  He sighed, allowing the noises that surrounded him to fade out, leaving him with just the ocean and the wind.  

A soft pair of lips pressed against his and he grinned, cracking his eyes open to see Spot hovering over him, a sincere smile on his face.  

“Mm,” he hummed, reaching up and running his fingers down Spot’s jaw, “Getting soft on me?”

Spot rolled his eyes, leaning down again to kiss him, “Never.”

“Yeah, okay,” Race smirked, patting his cheek and sitting up, accidentally knocking Spot off balance.  

He barked out a laugh as Spot floundered, brushing sand off his bare stomach as he sat back up.

“Asshole,” he grumbled, but the playful glint in his eyes still shone bright.

Race grinned, reaching out for his boyfriend’s hand to steady him.

“Here,” Race said, shifting onto his knees and dragging his finger along the sand to trace a heart, “come be cute with me.”

Spot’s eyebrows quirked, amusement playing on his face, but he joined Race nonetheless, helping him carve their names into the middle of the heart.  It was almost too cheesy for them, but Race felt oddly giddy being able to display their love for each other in such a flashy way.

Spot topped off the heart with an arrow protruding from either side, smiling as he sat back to observe their finished work.

Race sat, watching Spot survey the heart with a fond expression.  He looked truly happy.  It was a sight he wanted to bottle up and keep safe forever.

But the moment was over almost as soon as it had started when Spot began coughing.  Harsh, violent coughs wracked his body and he doubled over from the force of them.  He was convulsing, eyes screwed shut in pain as blood made its way past his barely parted lips.  He stared up at Race with panicked eyes, pleading for help.

Race froze, unsure of what to do.  What was happening?  Was Spot sick?  He tried to move towards him, but his legs wouldn’t work.  They felt heavy, weighed down by invisible boulders that held him glued to the spot.

“Racer,” Spot croaked, reaching a hand towards him.  Alarm spread through Race’s body as Spot’s hand seemed to zoom away from him, the world around him tunneling as he remained just out of reach his suffering boyfriend.

Spot’s coughs had increased almost impossibly and he was turning an alarming shade of white.  Race opened his mouth to call to him, but his lips were stuck together.  He couldn’t even make a sound.

He watched with phantom tears flowing down his face as Spot coughed a final time, his body shuddering with one last breath.

Finally, Race’s lips unstuck and he let out a scream.

“Jesus, Racer, whoa!”

Race was sitting up in bed, sobs ripping out of his throat uncontrollably as the world came rushing back.  It was dark.  Why was it dark?  Why was he suddenly wearing a shirt?  

His hands flew to the surface under him, only to find that it was soft and silky and incredibly different from the coarseness of the sand that he’d felt not moments before.

“Race, look at me.”

There was the voice again.  Loud in his head.  No, loud because it was coming from right beside him.

He urged his head to turn and look at the source of the voice, but his body wasn’t listening to his mind.  It was like they were riding on two separate tracks.  One frozen in fear, the other bulleting forward at a mile an hour, trying to make sense of the fear.

He became keenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t getting any oxygen.  Well, he was, it just didn’t feel like it.  At all.

A new brand of panic joined the already present fear and he whimpered, trying not to hyperventilate as he attempted to reign in his sobs.  Why was he so scared again?

Oh yeah, Spot.

Spot’s gone.  Dead.  He died, he-

“I’m not dead, Antonio, I’m right here.”

Oh, he was talking out loud.  Interesting.

“Tony, can you look at me?  Try to see me?  I’m here and you need to breathe.” A gentle hand gripped his shoulder and he jumped.  It quickly retracted and Race let out a frustrated sob.  He wanted the hand back.  It was comforting.

The presence next to him disappeared and the mattress in front of him dipped, placing the person to whom the voice belonged directly in front of him.

Spot.  Thank god.

“Racer, baby,” Spot hovered a hand near his face and Race nodded, leaning into the touch as Spot gently held his cheek, wiping away some tears, “I’m right here, I’m okay.  Whatever happened was just a dream, c’mon.  Calm down, love, it wasn’t real.”

Race shook his head, leaning forward until he slumped into Spot’s arms.  

“Okay, yeah, there you go,” Spot cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around Race and running a hand through the back of his hair, “I’m here, It’s alright.”

It took a few minutes, but eventually Race gained control over his breathing.  He remained in Spot’s embrace, allowing the last coils of panic to unravel.  

“Doing any better?” Spot asked, voice low and comforting.

Race nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

Spot shook his head, “No, don’t apologize.  S’not your fault.”

Race sighed, sitting back and scrubbing a shaky hand down his face, grimacing when he felt the tear tracks that lingered.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Spot prodded gently.

“Nah,” Race breathed, hazily leaning back into their pillows.  

Spot studied him for a minute, crawling over to join him, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Race said, tangling himself back into Spot’s hold, “I’m pretty sure you can tell the gist of it.”

Spot hummed, “I’m sorry you got so spooked.”

Race shrugged, nestling further into Spot’s warm skin, “It’s okay.  You’re here and I’m here and we’re good.”

“Yes, we are.”

With a final measured breath, Race allowed himself to fall back asleep, legs entwined with Spot’s.

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Part 8: Roman and Logan

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Roman

Roman found it difficult to focus that night. He tried everything to distract himself from singing, reading, writing, but nothing could take his mind off of the events that had taken place earlier that day.

Eventually, he found himself hanging upside down off his bed, head touching the floor. He had been flailing around for hours. He went to reach for his phone to check the time, before remembering he had loaned it to Virgil. Or had it been Logan? Roman remembered everyone dumping their backpacks once they got home and tried to wake Lo- Virgil up.

Roman sat up and rolled out of bed. Quietly, he opened the door to his room and crept downstairs. It was dark and quiet. Everyone else must have gone to bed.

He was able to make out the silhouettes of the bags. He approached and pulled out the dark messenger bag which belonged to Virgil.

Sure enough, in the pocket of the bag was his phone. It was easy to pick out his bright red glittery phone from the dark colors of Virgil’s bag.

He clicked it on. It was a little after 10 by now. Ugh. On top of that, Roman noticed he had several missed text messages. The first few were from Riley.

Riley: Roman it’s me Riley

Riley: Here’s my number

Riley: And the play we’re doing

Riley: And I’m also adding you to the theatre group chat

Roman looked through the messages. They were from a bunch of people he didn’t know and Riley.

Riley: Guys this is that guy Roman.

(555) 451-7647: That guy

(555) 304-4939: Is he joining us?

(555) 495-1123: Is he cute?

Riley: I’ll let him speak for himself.

That was a few hours ago. Roman wrote back: Hey, sorry, my brother had my phone.

(555) 451-7647: Are you that guy?

Roman: Um, yes?

(555) 451-7647: Hey guy, I’m Max.

Riley: Hey Roman, this is the theatre group.

Roman: Ah! The theatre!

Riley: Yeah did you see my thing about the play?

Roman: No?

(555) 304-4939: I hope you like Shakespeare?

Roman: Shakespeare? Not a musical?

Riley: Nah, those are in the spring.

Roman: Oh.

Max: Don’t worry, the Shakespeare is the fun type

Roman was about to ask what fun Shakespeare means when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Virgil was slowly creeping his way down the stairs. He locked eyes with Roman as he reached the bottom.

“What are you doing?” Virgil asked. His voice sounded dry and strained.

Roman held his phone up. “You borrowed my phone. Er, I suppose Logan did.” .

Virgil nodded, and walked off toward the kitchen.

Roman was about to head upstairs, but something stopped him on the first step. He remembered what Thomas was saying earlier about Virgil. He sighed and followed him into the kitchen.

Virgil was looking through the fridge and pulled out orange juice. He jumped when he turned around and saw Roman standing there.

“God, why are you following me?” Virgil asked.

Roman fiddled with his thumbs. “I, um, well, I, uh…” He took a deep breath and said quietly “IwantedtosayI’msorry.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I… wanted to say I’m… sorry. For what I said earlier.” Roman said clearer. “I don’t… understand what you’re going through. As Patton would say I made an assumption and therefore an as out of su and me.”

Virgil smiled at the last part. “Um, thanks.” Virgil looked a little lost for words.

Roman glanced down at his phone glowing. “And if it makes it easier I um met some people. Maybe you could hang out with us?”

Virgil seemed taken aback by Roman’s words. “Um… yeah, yeah, maybe.” He poured the juice into a glass. “Thanks, Roman.” Virgil said. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Virgil turned and went back upstairs to his room. Roman followed, glancing at his phone. Roman thought of responding, but when he got back to bed, he was exhausted. The moment he hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

Logan

Logan blinked awake as a dim morning sun shined down on him. He sat up slowly, slightly confused. He was in Virgil’s room, sleeping in Virgil’s bed. He remembered coming in after he noticed Virgil’s panic attack. He did not remember falling asleep, however. He also was not sure where Virgil had gone.

Logan sat up in bed. Someone had thrown a blanket over him. Most likely Virgil. He pushed it aside and checked his watch. 5 in the morning. Perfect.

He walked back to his room in order to begin getting ready for class. When he walked in, he found Virgil laying in his bed. He had managed to get some sleep after all. Logan took a change of clothes from his closest and quietly left the room. Virgil could use the extra hour of sleep.

Logan went and took a quick shower, got dressed and walked downstairs. Thomas was up early. He was sitting on the couch, a stack of papers on the table, their bags nearby. Logan had almost forgotten about the papers they had needed signed.

“Good morning, Thomas.” Logan said, coming down the stairs.

“Oh, Logan!” He flipped through the papers. “Logan, Logan, Logan.” He paused and looked up. “I have no idea which papers are yours.”

“I marked mine with a blue pen, and the papers I obtained as Virgil with a purple pen.” Logan said.

Thomas nodded, pulling some papers out. “Okay, that’s easier. There’s just… so many papers.” Thomas turned fully around to look at Logan. “I’ve also been thinking, and I’ve decided you should try school until the end of the week, and if things are still bad, we can talk more about it. Does that sound okay?”

Logan nodded. He would attend to keep an eye out for Virgil and Patton. “I agree.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “That was easy.” He went back to signing papers. “I haven’t made breakfast yet, but if you’re hungry, you can find some cereal.”

Logan walked into the kitchen, noticing the juice on the counter. He rolled his eyes. He put it in the fridge and took the milk out. He grabbed the cereal and the bowl, making his own breakfast.

Logan sat at the table by himself, watching the others come down slowly one by one. Patton came down next. His normally cheerful self was replaced by a slight frown. Logan did not meet his eyes as he sat down at the table. Logan could tell Patton was still hurting after the events of yesterday. Logan made a note to talk to Patton after they had made it through the day.

Roman was next, and seemed to be his usual self. He was dressed toned down compared to yesterday, dressed casual, but formal.

Virgil was last and looked exhausted. Logan was not sure how long he slept for, but he could assume it was not for long. He heard Thomas quietly explain what he told Logan. Virgil stiffened but he nodded anyway. Virgil put his head on the kitchen table, and Thomas went to go make something to eat.

No one said anything over breakfast. They ate quietly, got ready quietly, and left quietly. Despite how chaotic yesterday morning had seemed to be, it did not feel the same to Logan going to school without it.  

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[thewritingstar]

For the ice cream can I just ask you everything if you don’t mind telling us that is

Alright anon here ya go!!!

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

-Never had it

french vanilla: how old are you?

-just turned 19 

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

-Disney World

-Disney Tokyo

-Italy or Japan

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

-Italian

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

-Im not to experience in the makeup realm but i have the Blood Sugar palatte by JeffreeStar and i love it 

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

-depends. I like to stay indoors but i also like to adventure out in the world

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

-No

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

-Me by Taylor and Panic, High Hopes by Panic

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

-The HSM album, any Disney song and BTR song 

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

-Aries (best sign fight me)

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

-Pool cause I dont like getting sand in my ass but i do like laying a towel and basking in the sun like a turtle

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

-idk prob one of my oneshots

bubblegum: books or movies?

-Depends on what it is.....but animation movies 

pistachio: manga or anime?

-anime

salted caramel: favorite movies?

-21 Jump Street, Dumbo, Beauty and the Beast, Hot Rod, Grown Ups, Ratatouille, Christmas Vacation  

birthday cake: favorite books?

-Kingdom Keeper series, Great Gatsby, (I read alot of books and series but i haven't read in awhile) 

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

-Ouran High School Host Club 

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

-Fairy Tail, My Hero, Ouran 

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

-History

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

-2 dogs

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

black cherry: four words that describe you?

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

-I have anxiety 

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

-anything i can jam to

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

-KIT KATSSSSSSS, snickers, mini MnMs 

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

-Cards Against Humanity 

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

-No

dark chocolate: turn ons?

-Being nice and funny, also having nice hair....(Brendan Urie hair, ugh gosh i love it) 

fudge: turn offs?

-being a fucking asshole 

peach: how do you relax?

-I sit and facetime my friends but i also like to sit in the bath

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

-Harry Potter (on second book) Percy Jackson (its my sisters fav) Hunger Games

superman: do you like sweaters?

-Y E S

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

-Both

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

-The drums or violin 

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

-yes, many times. i have laughed so hard i have peed 

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

-BEING ABLE TO COMMENT FROM A SIDE BLOG 

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

-oh gosh too many, mostly my friends blogs 

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

-Im a cool mom

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

-dont wear polish 

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

-as terms of dating? Once this boy liked me but i was too afraid to date him case i never dated so i said no...he got into a relationship two weeks later 

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

-a few times but they go away fast 

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

-very rare and not for long 

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

-oh gosh so many things. I sang a Justin Beiber song for a school talent show in elementary school. i wore a yellow skirt and idk why i did it.

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

-nope

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

-disneyland 

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

-nope

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream

-Jamoca Almond Fudge, French Vanilla, coffee, I love ice cream