#doodled this during class the lighting is off cuz of that

[anistarrae]

a little wednesday fun

[sirenologyyy]

DATING MODERN!SEJANUS PLINTH!

modern!sejanus plinth x afab!reader

✮ summary: in which I live out my truth as a Sejanus Plinth truther and write modern headcanons abt him if he was your bf!

✮ author's note: why can't God make men like him anymore istfg!!!

✮ warnings: cussing cuz yeah

modern!sej who's basically just a POC Peter Parker variant, they're so alike it is sickening.

modern!sej who's had a crush on you since the start of high-school when you and him wound up in the clinic because he had a bad case of influenza and you had a stomach bug.

modern!sej who'd drag Coryo around the campus just so they'd bump into you. (you'd smile and he'd greet hello with three consecutive O's and Coryo was not pleased, often rolling his eyes at Sejanus' giddy grin when you'd be a few steps past them.)

modern!sej who listens to you ramble and talk his ear off with conspiracy theories, realizations, gossip, chiming in every now and then. (He usually tells you off for talking people behind their back but he loves it gossip as much as you do if not more.)

modern!sej who I personally feel like is into a ball sport nobody would expect him to be in to (like volleyball) and he's one of the most kick-ass players out of the entire team and whenever there'd be matches against other schools you'd be cheering the loudest yk and you'd be wearing his Jersey and all that HEDGSHSH.

modern!sej who'd sometimes switch seats with Coryo when the teacher in the class he's in does a count off for groupmates just so he'd be grouped with you.

modern!sej who loves spoiling you with his dad's money just because he can and he absolutely will.

"Sej, just because I tried all these clothes on does not mean I have the intention of buying them."

"Well you aren't buying them, I am. Plus if I'm not getting them for you now, sooner or later you'll have them all in your closet somehow."

modern!sej who loves taking you to aquarium dates to go see the jellyfish and the sharks.

modern!sej who plans out everything he'll say to you in his mind before he says them out loud so he doesn't end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

modern!sej who always gives you the bigger half when he breaks food into two parts.

modern!sej who is DEATHLY afraid of heights. (When you first started dating you joked about how everyday was practically a living hellscape for him because he was so tall.)

modern!sej who's saved the most dazzling contact photo of you while you just have a horrendously lighted 0.5 pic of him you took at 5 in the morning.

modern!sej who'd purposefully drop sordid drawings he managed to doodle in the middle of class into your backpack so during the next period you'd find them and you'd start giggling to yourself and your classmates would give you stares.

modern!sej who is definitely the big spoon (but wouldn't be opposed to being the little spoon either.)

modern!sej and you who would pass notes in the middle of class as well, even if you two were at the very back of the classroom and sitting next to eachother.

Arachne's voice is making me want to kill myself

Don't say that, that's mean

Oh come on Sejanus, even you aren't too saintly to admit her voice sound terrible

Fine, I guess it's sorta irritating

Her voice sounds like if a dog's squeaky toy crawled off to have sex with a bagpipe

(then you two would burst out into silent laughter.)

modern!sej who is SUCH a fucking nerd (he's one of the top 5 highest grading students in your year, in decathlon, the debate team, men's volleyball varsity, the school paper) sometimes when he recites in class he'll subtly glance your way to see your reaction to his answer.

modern!sej who let's you pick out as many books you want from the library he has conjoined to his room. (When he gets them back there are ALWAYS annotations scrawled out on translucent sticky notes.)

modern!sej who is anxious af and he always fidgets in his seat whenever he's stressed or worried or scared and you'd let him doodle on your hands to make him feel better (plus I think he's really good at drawing too.)

modern!sej who will absolutely drive you to McDonald's if you're hungry at 3am (chances are he's hungry too.)

modern!sej who is obsessed with old film cameras and digital cameras, most often than not you're his subject and every other photo in his camera roll is a candid picture of you.

modern!sej who can recite every riff off word by word of the Pitch Perfect trilogy without missing a beat.

modern!sej who'd bring you baked goods whenever you were upset saying they were made by ma plinth, but in truth, were made by him.

modern!sej who wonders every second of every day how you ended up with him.

modern!sej who gets jealous when you hang out with festus or felix a little too long after class. But never makes it obvious.

modern!sej who's funny unconventionally. His sense of humour dosen't make everyone laugh but it sure as hell will get a snort and a giggle out of you.

modern!sej who'd eat the things you'd pick off of your food. (olive theory HDHSHSH)

modern!sej who remembers the littlest things about you too, how you take your coffee, the certain type of pens you prefer, your favorite author, your favorite type of flower, favorite swear word.

modern!sej who'd never hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you were having a hard time understanding the topic. (He won't stop until he makes sure you have a firm grasp on the topic and you're convinced he could make an amazing teacher.)

modern!sej who looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

modern!sej who'd blush whenever ma plinth would bust out his old baby photos whenever you'd come over to their house.

modern!sej who'd participate in cringy couple tiktok trends if it would make you happy.

modern!sej who'd get incredibly competitive just to win you a prize at the carnival.

modern!sej who collects little trinkets that match the color of your eyes and randomly give them to you.

modern!sej who'd listen to you yap and find it adorable

modern!sej who loves photobooths and would always convince you to take photos with him. (Your go to pose is to flip the camera off.) Then you'd get the top half and Sej gets the bottom half.

modern!sej who hates coffee and loves to drink tea (he dosen't do well with caffeine.)

modern!sej who is a sore loser when it comes to card games.

modern!sej who'd write prose and poetry about you (but he wouldn't dare show it, he wouldn't want to make you cry.)

modern!sej who is a GOD at karaoke (he also may or may not be a Broadway kid)

modern!sej who'd instantly agree and laugh when you'd send him things and say "this is so us."

modern!sej who would come over to your house whenever he'd get into a fight with his dad, he'd get so angry while trying to let go of all the pent up emotions he'd start crying and you're always there to comfort him.

modern!sej whose love language is acts of service, would always without a doubt be up for anything, he'd always be there when you need help, whatever the job calls for Sej seems to be always overqualified. When you feel like the world is against you he'd remind you that it's him and you against the world, neither of you were going to be alone in this fight anymore as long as you had eachother. (Then you'd laugh and tell him how incredibly cheesy it was.)

modern!sej who loves watching films, so more often than not you two would be found at the movie theater munching on some free popcorn because the guy that works the concessionaire stand knows you guys well enough to just give you guys free food.

modern!sej who is a munch. Enough SAID.

[restrictedreadingtwst]

What are the first years like in their classes? What stereotypes do they fit into and how well they get along with their classmates? Who knows what kind of shenanigans they get into, but these are just some headcanons I've thought up of. Inspired by a post I made on my old blog.

tw: none

Group: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack howl, Epel Felmier, Ortho Shroud, + Sebek Zigvolt

✧. ┊ "𝒜𝓂 𝐼… 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃… 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀."

Sharing a class with Ace is very much like having a know-it-all clown in class who makes very unnecessary comments to almost every little thing your professor says. He’s trying to make a joke to entertain his growing boredom of the subject but instead usually gets in trouble or a light scolding for interrupting the class. But the quiet snickering of his fellow classmates only encourages this behavior of his, so he’ll pursue these actions up until it goes too far and suddenly there is a pop quiz on the topic he so clearly hasn’t been paying attention to. 

Another thing, in between classes changing or teachers leaving to step out into the hall for another matter, Ace isn’t afraid to slide on over to where some of his friends may be seated and goof off for a quick minute or two. He’ll purposely sit on their desks, whispering about upcoming exams and trying to get his friends to open up about study guides or any cheat sheets they plan on using. He’s not gonna be studying hard when he can just cheat off his classmates and other, more smarter fellows. 

Say goodbye to any of your clean sheets of papers cuz they will fall victim to his boredom. Small doodles in the margins, passing notes and sharing jokes all while having to hold back his own laughter at his friend’s expressions. If that’s not enough, when he thinks no one else is watching he’ll crump up the paper into a ball or fold it into paper planes and make the trash his personal basketball hoop and see how many he can get into a row. Of course, he isn’t slick at all and ends up getting detention, having to clean all the classrooms after-hours but hey, he got a smile and laugh out from his friends. 

After that day, he’ll swear off his shenanigans and ‘clean up his behavior and act as a model student’. Only to return to his ways two classes later. Whoops!

✧. ┊ "𝒟𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒫𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝒾𝓈???"

Deuce is the spitting image of the golden retriever, alert and focused during classes. But even he gets tired of the boring lessons and absent mindlessly will draw on his papers, acting surprised when he snaps back into reality and notices what he’s done on his research paper. He will pout before getting a new paper and start all over again, albeit with a new urgency as his teacher was already getting onto the next subject and he’s not gonna have all his notes down. Oh well, he can only hope that either Yuu or Ace has them written. 

Deuce in his past may have been a delinquent and act a fool in school, he’d since renounced his own actions and has worked to be a better person. That being said, he’s always the victim in the small pranks or being dragged along in another’s actions. For one, some people like to use his desk as a chair when having conversations with him or those around him, so anything he’s working on either gets crumpled or he’s forced to listen into whatever this person has to say. Another thing is that Deuce is really gullible so he will believe anything someone says, mentally coming up with a reasonable excuse as to why it would be so. Hence being the butt of too many jokes surrounding his cluelessness. 

Something that deuce does is be a bother without noticing. Often, he’ll catch himself muttering to himself, trying to process his thinking but because he has a complicated way of thinking, he not only confuses himself but those around him who only can sit and suffer through his ridiculous thinking. You can not cheat off of Deuce because he doesn’t even know if he’s answering the questions right. At the end, he thinks he does well but those around him know that he might have just failed the entire course because nothing he said made sense. Deuce doesn’t know how to keep his thoughts to himself, it seems. 

Deuce does his best to attend his classes and excel in what he feels confident in, he won’t return to his old ways.

✧. ┊ "𝒪𝒽 𝑔𝑜𝒹, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓉𝓈."

Like a lone wolf, he takes pride in spending as much time in his courses to stand alone or rarely being seen with others from the same dorm. Jack is an observer in a lot of his class’s shenanigans, but he will stand up and stop anybody who takes things way too far.  Honestly, the amount of times he’s seen someone pull some stupid stunt only to be hurt or scolded and made an example to the class is far too many. He may be surrounded by idiots but he knows when to step in before a certified adult does. He does care, but likes only a little bit.  

Once you get to know him, you’ll find that he’s a rather good listener. While his classmates goof around, he pays attention to a lot of the little things people would miss. That table the boys are sitting on has a loose screw on one of the legs, or how the floorboards outside in the hall creak whenever someone important seems to be walking towards the classroom. He is the designated alert dog, the moment you see his ears twitch, everyone stares at him before sounding some kind of alarm that a staff member is coming and soon everyone is cleaning up and returning to their seats.

Sometimes, if he successfully answers a question or gets a really good score on an assignment that he’s been working really hard on, his tail will wag behind him. It truly does betray him cuz on the one hand, he’s so stoic on the outside and acts as if his passing grade is nothing, that it’s easy. But internally, he is just a giant happy puppy and is proud of himself. Pointing this out, he’ll tuck his tail between his legs and swear that it was their eyes playing tricks on them, that he doesn’t wag his tail. The remainder of class he’s embarrassed.

Jack isn’t the type to fool around, rather he’s very much the older brother who keeps an eye out for his fellow classmates even if he acts like he doesn’t care.

✧. ┊ "𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒."

Epel can not keep his own thoughts in his own head, oftentimes leading to small arguments or even full out shouting matches. He is very blunt when outside of the supervision of Vil, never backing down from a fight if he’s involved. If he’s not involved, then he’s instigating a fight that Jack later has to break up. Epel just is known to blurt out some nonsense and everyone just has to have a say on it, it’s rather hilarious if you think about it, even more so if he does so with his thick country accent instead of the polite one. 

When he’s bored, he’ll be fiddling around with his hands like flipping his eraser on the desk, another doodler but on the desks. His worst habit is when he takes out a small pocket knife and starts carving his pencil or anything he can get his hands on. There was an incident where in potions class, he was carving into some root plant he needed to use for class and had the worst time having to part with it. Crewel had to force it out of his hands and threw it into the cauldron while he started in despair. 

If he’s not roughhousing or jumping around his seat, then he could find himself getting into a deep conversation with his seatmate. He finds himself rambling about some childhood story of his and beginnings oversharing. But because he’s from the country and raised by a large family who do all kinds of farmwork, his stories are interesting and people are drawn into his tales. Sometimes, he bonds with his boys because they share similar experiences before making plans to recreate stunts they did as kids, Epel more than thrilled to have something to do after class other than his practice with Vil. 

Epel likes to create drama for others, he likes watching the drama or even being hands first in the fray. But if word gets out to Vil that he’s misbehaving, he’ll kill everyone in that room and Jack can’t stop him.

✧. ┊ "𝒲𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝑜𝒷𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹? 𝒪𝒽 𝑀𝓂 𝒢𝑒𝑒! … 𝒮-𝒮𝒞𝒪𝒪𝐵𝒴𝒟𝒪𝒪"

Ortho is a special case in that he’s attending his brother’s classes in his stead. But his classmates do like Ortho, some seeing him as a really nice kid so they always are inviting him to things. He loves to be included in projects, being a really big help to the students and never wanting anything in return; really he is such a sweet bean. It’s rather unfortunate that he picks up some of his classmates' bad habits like cursing and sudden outbursts. But Ortho will just get a light scolding later from Idia who monitors his behavior. 

Similar to Jack, Ortho doesn’t really fool around in class and rather keeps an eye out for everyone. If someone needs help with their homework, he’s more than happy to lend a servo and guide them through it. He’s an intelligent lifeform, of course he can browse the web for the right information but of course, he shows them how instead of giving them a straight answer. But if someone needs help and is being bullied in class, he’s not afraid to threaten the teens with a quick laser beam or two, leaving everyone screaming out apologizes and leaving the class sheltering for the worst, but he only does this as a joke. Someone then breaks it to him that these kind of jokes aren't really funny in a school setting. he'll have to ask Idia bout that later, apologizing for the scare. 

Since Ortho isn’t really a student, in courses where there is no need for him to attend like PE, he stands out and gets to run around. Adventure in the courtyard, visit the Monstro Lounge, even taking a quick pit stop in the library. He is always looking for something to do while school is in session, so he keeps a good eye out for anything that stands out. 

Ortho is nothing more than a sweet boy, so he is rather unaffected by most of the staff and student body.

✧. ┊ "𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝒮𝐻𝒰𝒯 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝒰𝒫!"

Sebek is all no nonsense, should anyone dare to step out of line in his class, they will be quickly reprimanded. Clearly, he is very much engaged in the subject so he doesn’t want the teacher to be disturbed. However, what he doesn’t account for is the fact that he gets in trouble by merely speaking as he’s so loud and interrupts the class when he’s telling someone else to shut up. He apologies but he’ll not stop his evil glares towards those who dare threaten his education. 

While everyone is messing around, he could be found engaged with whatever paperwork he has left to finish or deep in a book he picked up from the library or gifted to him. While chaos ensues, he is minding his own business until he begins to grow annoyed and has to shout over everyone to shut it, frustrated by the amount of clear disrespect for the teacher and the classroom. He is the teacher's pet who can lift, should anyone dare to talk back they will get an earful from Sebek and his intimating aura. 

While he is very much studious and always on top of his assignments, because of his constant belief that he needs to be at the ready to serve his master, there have been times he’s slipped up. From leaving his homework in his dorm after running out in the morning to catch up with his companions to forgetting to meet up with his project mates for that upcoming presentation. He’s started piling up more failures on his part which he beats himself up about. He swears he’ll make it up and fix his issues, and he does eventually. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t keep making these mistakes, which no matter how many times you tell him that it’s ok to make mistakes, he will still take these to the grave. 

Sebek is very much a good student, really could be the top of his class if he tried. It’s just a matter of whether or not his classmates like him or not.

[hajiimes]

purple hydrangeas

pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, hanahaki au warnings: mentions of blood, surgery, and hospitals word count: 1.4k author's note: if this looks familiar at all that's cuz it's a repost from my previous blog (also hajiimes) from like 2-3 years ago lolol !! i revamped it and am reposting it here :D i'm sorry i was gone for so long it's been a wild time lol

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There’s a tickle in your throat and pain in your lungs. It’s been there for quite a while, so long that you’ve already forgotten what it felt like without the petals clogging up your lungs. You look at him, so unreadable, so unreachable . No one had told you that falling in love would hurt so much. 

It’s silly, you tell yourself. Childish. Dumb. Foolish. First love, a deadly fate. 

Suna Rintarou sits to your left in school and you cast glances at him whenever you’re sure that he’s paying more attention to doodling in his notebook than you. In your observations, you learn that Suna Rintarou dog-ears the pages of his textbooks to save his spot. You learn that he chews on the eraser at the end of his pencil when he thinks, leaving small indents in it when he pulls away to write. You learn that more often than not, Suna spends class time drumming his fingers on his desk, idly staring out the window instead of paying attention to the board. 

Suna isn’t the type to forget any pens or pencils, but he always forgets to bring extra paper. You couldn’t count the number of times he’d leaned over the aisle separating the two of you to ask for a sheet of paper, to which you’d happily obliged every time—always willing to lend a helping hand. Those reluctant smiles he sent you out of gratitude always seemed to brighten your day.

Honestly, it’s no surprise that you developed Hanahaki. 

He makes small jokes under his breath about classwork, little quips he doesn’t think anyone can hear. He offers you a pen whenever you forget one, accompanied with a small note stating ‘Give it back when you’re done’ wrapped around it. You end up keeping those notes, stuffing them between spare pages of your textbooks and notebooks. 

Suna is a boy of few words, but when he speaks you find yourself hooked on every one of them. Your friends call it puppy love. They call it a little kid’s crush. They tell you that in a month you’ll forget all about it and move on to some other guy. 

You don’t tell them that you probably won’t make it another month. 

The coughing fits become more and more frequent, each one right after the other. They get worse during school, during those hours when you’re near him. Purple petals litter your desk and pile into your hands, but you just discard them into your school bag with reckless abandon. 

Your friends approach you to ask if you’re okay. An easy, practiced smile stretches across your face and you wave them off like nothing is wrong. You tell them as much, you just have bad allergies! Nobody mentions that it’s not allergy season. You think it’s either out of mercy or pity that they leave you alone after that. 

Sometimes you think you can see Suna looking at you during class when you’re trying to discretely spit petals in cupped hands, but you always brush it off as a trick of the light. You think you can feel his eyes on you when you’re talking to your friends, watching as you carefully place your hands over the stray petals you forgot to brush off the desk. You smile and wave off your friends’ concerns like you always do. 

He never speaks up, never says anything about how your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

Suna goes on with his life like nothing is wrong, pretending he doesn’t see you cough up purple petals into your hands out of the corner of his eye during third-period math. He pretends that he doesn’t see you each day in his peripherals, too preoccupied with your own impending demise to worry about the functions written out on the whiteboard. 

Even though things have changed so drastically for you, Suna stays the same.

You learn that he mumbles out the words when he’s reading something. You learns that he bounces his leg underneath the desk when you’re taking a test. You learns that he’s quiet, but that doesn’t mean he’s shy. When his friend—Miya Osamu, from the volleyball team—is around, he’s much more talkative than usual. You learn that he drops his bag on his desk loudly every day to wake himself up in the morning, the slamming of the books in the bag waking you up in turn.

It’s cruel, you think to yourself in those selfish moments you allow yourself to consider him between the last toll of the school bell and the beginning of club activities, watching as Suna packs his schoolbag and slings it carelessly over his shoulder. He spares you one single glance, his lips a flat line as he makes a beeline past his peers lingering at their desks and heads out the classroom door. You watch Suna walk away like he always does, sparing you a single merciful glance as you dump the last of the school day’s purple hydrangeas into the trash. It’s cruel that he doesn’t know the effect he has on you.

It’s getting worse. 

Your parents beg you to tell them who it is, and how they can stop it from happening. They offer to switch your school, to pull you from club activities, to move prefectures if it helps. Your mom begs you to consider surgery; she pleads that you’re too young to die like this. You don’t care—you would rather die in love than live without it. 

Each day you live with the disease is a day your body grows weaker and weaker. Your body runs cold and your head feels heavy every moment you has to hold it up. Your teachers, luckily, are merciful. They don’t say anything when you rest your head in class—they know your situation all too well. You can feel the pitying glances they send you during breaks and passing periods, their stares burning into the back of your head. 

It comes upon you suddenly, like a summer storm, during history class. Bile and flowers rest in your throat and, without a word, you excuse youself to the bathroom—just barely making it there in time.

Flowers bloom in your lungs, growing more and more until the petals fill your throat and spill out of your mouth. It hurts, you want to scream out, It hurts so much, but when you opens your mouth to speak, petals fall out in red, bloody clumps in lieu of words. You clutch at your throat and squeeze, hard, in a futile attempt to force the flowers out. 

It doesn’t work.

They find you in the second-floor school bathroom three minutes later. Petals surround you like a halo and, if it weren’t for the blood on your lips and the odd placement, one might think it’s some sort of art project. 

You remember what happened in flashes. You’re rushed to the hospital. The doctors call your parents. You’re rushed into the operating room. You fall asleep, Suna’s name on his lips. 

The flowers inside of your lungs are gone when you wakes, but a dull throbbing sits in their place. There are no flowers in the hospital room, no bouquets—something you find yourself grateful for. It’s funny somehow, the caution in which the people around you treat those silly little blossoms. It’s almost laughable, the way your family acts like you’ll break at the mere sight of a petal. Like you’re fragile.

It’s not long before you’re cleared to return to school, cleared to return to your fifth-row seat. People crowd you before class, each one asking if you’re okay, how the surgery was, and what it was like to have the disease. You wave them off with an easy smile, only saying that you’re glad to be back. 

There’s a boy who sits to your left. He holds his pencil tightly in his hand, plump pink lips wrapped around the end as he chews lightly on the eraser. His leg bounces with deep-rooted anxiety whenever you glance over at him. 

In the transition between second and third period, he passes a note with the words ‘Welcome Back’ written on it in hurried chicken scratch. You think it’s meant to be a joke. 

When you look up at the boy, you finally notice that his gray-brown eyes are watching you. You raise your eyebrows, watching as the corners of his lips turn upwards—an offering of the smallest of smiles. This classmate is familiar somehow, a creeping presence in the back of your mind. A gap in memory that should be filled, a cavity in your heart. You know that you’ve met before—it’s obvious in the way he’s looking at you. 

For some reason, you can’t remember his name.

[chocotonez]

skz as high school cliches

a/n: awww this request was so cute n fun <3 all of these are in the context that y/n and skz are datinf

warnings/genre: fluff, really fluffy, cursing here n there, felix is a nerd but everyone loves him

chan

-Student council president and the classic jock

-soccer team captain, he’s always on top of things, teachers love him

-everyone’s surprised when he says he wants to go into music, but just like everything else, he’s amazing w a guitar and his VOICEEE <333

-everyone hates you two because he fuckin serenades you and shows you off 25/8, writes songs for you and leaves them in your locker and posts you on his social media story like everyday

-he tends to overwork himself, and YOUU you’re just the light at the end of the tunnel for him, you’re his energy shot, he literally needs you to function in the morning LMAO

-probably dress codes you just to see you and then kiss you while you “look” for clothes in the discipline office

-can b v cheeky but he always gets away with it because he’s cute and his stellar performance in literally everything is too good for the school’s reputation

-you guys are definitely the it couple, although you two also love to make it obvious ur dating in the hallway. pls take it somewhere else people are trying to get to class

lee know

-I feel like he’s the annoying boy who sits next to you in class that always teases you endearingly and scribbles on your paper

-compliments your outfits, plays with your fingers during lectures, and always gets called out for admiring you

-during work time he is…so…loves to poke you and just draw on your paper and is all over you

-whenever there’s partner work he immediately grabs your arm like you two don’t sit next to each other LMAO

-he can definitely come off as intimidating to other people, brooding look and so very attractive, and yet you come into the room and he’s just this little fly you’re swatting at all the time

-a little shit but so fucking funny, like the loud kid in class who’s just too funny to hate. probably acts all lovey dovey to embarrass you but then blushes whenever you kiss his cheek

-whenever you give him little trinkets, gum wrapper hearts or little notes you passed during class, he keeps them in his binder and while all his friends clown him for being whipped, he loves just looking at them and he’s so thankful for u and he just LOVES U <333 and he also loves annoying you xoxo

changbin

-class clown but very endearing -loves his friends sm, and loves u even more!! -never switches up on you, he always treats you with respect even if you're gone -most dramatic about your relationship, sighing and saying he misses his s/o, posting imy on his social media stories, whining if he doesnt get the attention he deserves -everyone calls him a simp and he will deny it but its so true -teachers love him even though his grades aren't exactly teacher's pet worthy, some of the teachers always comment on how cute u two are -picks you up after school/gives you a ride, you both get some snacks from a local bakery </3 -oh i just realized the format looks different anyways, always paying for ur dates and treating you like royalty, he puts a lot of effort into the relationship -he can be a little overbearing at times esp for a high school relationship, but he just loves you a lot and wants to express it </3 hyunjin

-the art teacher's favorite, creative department's pride -he's kinda quiet and soft spoken, not only in interaction but in love -draws you in his sketchbook, doodles on your hand, writes "ily" on sticky notes 4 u -his favorite thing is to have u sitting in the art room while he works, you help inspire him and its honestly really calming for him!! -his friends are kinda loud, but its entertaining to watch him let loose and get a little chaotic teehee

-he loves you cuz he can relax with you, he likes to come over and just cuddle while watching a movie, shoving away your homework -only goes to school for you n other close friends -he's really talented in almost every artform, you're so lucky because his promposal is genius wordplay -i however am not a poet so that's up for your imagination -paints your nails, does the thing where ur nail color will match his pinky nail :,) -walks you to class no matter how late it makes him, attendance office hates him -if you do competitive extracurriculars, he draws an obscenely large sign -he can be introverted and reclusive, but he never shies away from supporting you, as you always support him

han

-the kid who reads announcements and is on the school news -probably goes around interviewing students with stupid questions for a tiktok bit -"Debate club meeting this afternoon, I'll be busy on a date with my s/o!" and everyone in class looks at u -ofc he'll ask if you're comfy with his corny, very public jokes, and if you are he is so !!! :D -posts rants on his private story about how cute you are -uses his announcement kid privilege to just stop by your class to "collect information" but he spends like ten minutes talking to you while the teacher is just glaring at him -the radio teacher always has to email an apology but he's too good </3 he wakes up the whole school -please do not ask him for help w homework, he's a great cheerleader but oh goodness gracious

-if anything you're gonna be tutoring him -but he appreciates it so much!! -his friends are v tired of hearing about you, but Han makes sure you feel comfortable with them so you all actually have a ton of fun hanging out -when he's working cameras at a school event he always waves frantically at you or yells your name really loudly teehee -he's always excited to express his love for you, for everyone to see, because you're just!! so!! perf to him!!

felix

-brings you baked goods almost every day, excels in school, sweet to everyone, super smiley, everyone loves him he's just so cute! -but w you,,,he gets to be himself, he gets to make slightly rude jokes, he gets to express how much he dislikes someone, he gets to voice his complaints, and having someone like you listen is more than he could ask for -everyone thinks you're the sweetest couple ever, he always has to be holding your hand !! loves it when you hold his arm because he feels like he's strong and protecting you (from what?? no clue, maybe calculus) -being so candid with you is relieving, as he always feels there's a lot of pressure on him to act and perform a certain way. he's just the sunshiney good kid -obviously you're not a bad influence on him (I think), but you allow him to express himself more freely without fear, you give him confidence

-in exchange, he always listens to you, and he gives amazing advice -also makes amazing strawberry scones <3 -his social media feed is probably just really aesthetic photos of you, his profile is just a fanpage LMAO -always blows a kiss when he sees you in the hallway, all of his friends teasing him -he wants to express his love for you, and you give him the courage to do so seungmin

-not the mom friend, but the uncle friend -always saying weird jokes, asking interesting questions that makes you think, his mind is really abstract but he's also so funny lmao -you two can't sit together in class because when he laughs, you laugh, and then the teacher yells. sigh -teases you so much, texts you during class so your phone goes off, leaving overly cheesy notes in your locker that makes you question his dignity, all his photos of you two are kinda blurry because he's probably giggling while taking it so his body is shakey :( -pays for ur lunch or packs extra snacks for you -begrudgingly gives you his hw or notes you can copy off of -"can i have some of your water" and then he proceeds to CHUG it -his humor is great, but what attracts you is such a fascinating mind. he asks such interesting questions that make you giggle and then go hmmm -"if this world is a simulation, why is it so stagnant? do our controllers speed time up for them, but we don't experience it? like the sims??" -you guys have matching keychains which is so cute and everyone sees them in the hallway and cry because they're lonely -he always makes you smile, he's someone you just connect with and you can laugh with, and he feels the exact same way about you <3 jeongin

-baby face but kinda mean tbh TT -grouchy towards everyone but you kinda trope -sneaks through your window to surprise you with convenience store snacks and his unfinished homework he needs your help on -would smack a bitch if someone said anything bad about you -always looks out for you, he feeds you at lunch, carries an extra pencil just in case, he even tries in class so you don't worry about him falling behind -the best part is that he does his best to take care of himself so he can take care of you, it makes him feel like he's in charge!! -trash sleep schedule but at least you get to wake up to 100+ messages in the morning that span from paragraphs of proclamations of love to a roblox roleplay story video -he doesn't love PDA too much esp in the hallways but he kisses the top of your head when he leaves for class -talks and gushes about you to his friend and his favorite teachers but like makes them pinky promise they don't expose how whipped he is for you -he wants to be cool and mysterious to impress you, but you always reassure him you love him just how he is -that's why he loves you, you make him love himself

[gothyyy]

A/N: me writing a non genshin fanfic?! practically unheard of! to my friends who see this fic, no you didn’t

Pairing: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x GN reader

Warnings: slowburn kinda? a little sad too, themes of rejection and loneliness, possibly OOC mikey cuz this is my first time writing for this series

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A simple word of being in love with someone you considered to be a friend wasn’t unheard of. Completely and utterly inept at fighting meant you certainly weren’t cut out to be in a gang, and yet you were never kicked out. Whenever you found yourself unable to fight, Mikey was there. Maybe in some far-off future, he would have feelings for you.

Not paying attention during class, as any other person would do during a boring day at school. How could you possibly pay attention or think this day interesting when you were to meet Mikey at the beach that night? Absentmindedly during class, you doodled his name on your inner arm and quickly pulled your sleeve down to cover it. After having been rejected by many people in the past, you couldn’t help but feel hopeless that maybe tonight he would confess the probably nonexistent love he had for you. His childish nature seemed to amplify around you, his icy blue eyes shining with an emotion you couldn’t understand. It was melancholy in a way, a sad that contained a small amount of happiness in it. Yet, when he had asked you to the beach, the look in his eyes was so strange. It wasn’t sad, he simply looked happy.

That night, he showed up at your door with a small smile on his face. As the two of you walked down to the beach, he looked up at the sky. You had decided to walk there, so you would be traveling for quite a time. As you passed a small beachside town, a certain feeling struck your heart. Walking down the main street of the small town, all the nearby shops were open. Their windows shone along the street, as well as the lights lighting up the night sky above the buildings. You smiled as the brisk sea air hit you.

“C’mon! The ocean is right here let’s go!” Mikey said happily as he took your hand and ran ahead of you. The lights around you blurred as you looked up at him, completely dumbfounded by his sudden movements. He looked back at you and smiled the cutest smile as you reached the sand of the beach.

Standing there in the moonlight with him, it felt as if your dream of him confessing his love for you might come to reality. Living as being simply his friend felt asphyxiating. Yet somehow, you never had the courage to tell him yourself.

[the-crows-typist]

Hello! I recently read your azul's ficlet and i'm close to crying at how beautiful it is (its 4am emo hours). If its okay, may I request a ficlet of Jade with a gn!reader with the word 'sleep' or 'rest' (pick whichever suits better!). Thank you in advance! 💖

CW: Spoilers for the movie Your Name (Kimi no na wa), character death, body switching, angst with a happy ending, and slow burn (sort of)

Feedback in greatly appreciated!

Thank you to @opalmaplehibiscus , @jellyfishstuckinwonderland , and @raven-at-the-writing-desk for the input in the making of this fic. I greatly appreciate your help.

The Possibilities are Endless

“My name is..”

“Please remember me...!”

The crowds on the train pushed them apart, a braided bracelet was tossed towards Jade. A lifeline connecting both of them together, a connection between two souls; the face of one that was desperate to keep holding on, they yelled one last time just as the doors of the train closed and their grip on the bracelet wrap loosened.

“My name is—!”

Jade opened his eyes and he was in his room, his very dark room.  To his side was his closet and to the other a white wall. The sound of bubbling water churned behind the window of his dorm room and with one slow blink, he pulled himself up and hunched over.

The same dream, the same voice, the same bracelet tossed to him.

He craned his head to his lamp stand where the colorful wrap lay next to his earring, he doesn’t remember where he got it nor does he remember why he wanted to keep it for so long. He took the bracelet and looked at it and thought back to the voice in his dream.

“Please remember me...!”

Pushing himself off he moved to the mirror to fix his appearance, with his brush and hair gel in hand he let out a gasp when the lights of vanity shined light on a note. A note written on his cheek with a marker, a message he didn’t remember writing.

“Who are you?”

It was during breakfast that Jade began to notice the strange happenings around him, how Azul asked if he was feeling better or how Floyd said he was wearing his earring again. “What do you mean,” Jade questioned. “I always wear it.”

“You weren’t yesterday. And you looked so lost like some little guppy, you even forget how to get to class yesterday morning.” Floyd complained, eating his breakfast with a huff. “Was it a prank? Cuz’ you got me good.”

What was he doing yesterday?

He woke up, went to school...No. That wasn’t what happened. He didn’t recall anything from the previous day. In fact, he remembered being at  a different place.

In a city full of buildings and faraway from the sea, the familiar smell of white roses, the smile of an unfamiliar fellow and a bento box he had no recollection of him cooking or making.

His uniform wasn’t black but a cream with a tint of yellow, his magical pen was nowhere to be seen and was instead replaced with a pen nib brooch.  He touches his cheek, remembering the message written on his cheek. “Who are you?”

“C’mon, you gotta tell me.” Floyd pestered, his arm over Jade’s neck “Was it a prank?”

“Perhaps.” The twins laughed, Floyd pulling close but in his mind he thought of the message, his incapability to remember the previous day. He needed more answers but only questions filled his head.

His notes were a mess and full of sketches. There were sketches of Night Raven’s facade and the students, his classmates. A slew of messy messages on paper, the handwriting worrying as if the person writing was stressed beyond belief.

“The uniforms are black, the gems are pens.”

“Nothing but roses for miles.”

“Wishing well???”

“Where am I?”

“Mr Leech, please read the next line.”

“Yes, sir.”

Trein’s brow raised and he blinked. “Well, today you actually remember your name. Perhaps you were just feeling ill.” A hum of laughter passed through the class. “And your hair is fixed as well; I was beginning to think you and your brother switched places when you came into class with a messy bed head.”

Jade blinked, tilting his head. “I...see. I’ll make sure to not make that mistake again, professor.”

“Good. Continue on reading.”

“Magic transcends all meaning when twilight occurs, when the sun and the moon share the sky for a single moment.” Trein explained, using a magical pointer. “The word twilight means ‘half-light’ when the light of the sun glows and causes refraction in the atmosphere and signaling the end of the morning and welcoming of night or visa versa. At times like this does magic become unpredictable and free-forming and when realities begin to overlap each other for the time twilight occurs. This was used to the advantage of the earliest magician in recorded history.”

Trein faced his students. “Nowadays, these times of day are known as dusk and dawn as the world twilight has fallen out of favor in recent years.”

“It’s probably because of that one book.” A student yelled from the rows behind and Trein nodded his head. “Ah, yes, ten years ago was an odd time for the word ‘twilight’.” Trein blinked, shaking his head slightly. “Who would have thought the human body produced so much diamonds but that is beside the point.” The bell rang and the students began taking their books. “Be sure to read up on your lesson today, we will be having a quiz tomorrow on the topic.”

Jade stayed in his seat for some time and stared at the diagram on the board.

Twilight.

In the back of his mind, a flash of a memory comes to him. He remembers a train stopping by and the droves of people coming in and out. Jade was alone that time, buying something some seeds or fungi. The sun was setting at the time, the yellow sun turning orange and the sky dimming to a nightly violet.

“Jade.”

He didn’t know the person who called out his name nor did he remember what they looked like but he did remember the smile they had, as if they were looking for him for a long time, it was a  face relief. 

“It’s me.”

He didn’t know who this person was nor did he ever remember their face and yet, at that instant he seemed to have known them his entire life. In his heart was a feeling of warmth, of glee, of content and relief; he was confused by it all. A strike of panic pierced his heart when that smile turned into a confused and upset frown. “You don’t...remember me..?”

The next stop came and people began filing out, pushing the two of them away from each other. “Jade, please remember me!” They said as they were pushed out by the crowd. Reaching up, they pulled the braided tie from their hair and threw it out of him. “Please remember me..!”

He caught the braided tie just as the other let go and doors began to close.

“My name is—!”

“Is there something wrong, Mr Leech?” He blinked, looking to Trein with confusion. He had missed the door and stood by the wall of the classroom. “Ah—I’m sorry.” There was a hissy laugh from Lucius as Trein set him down on the table to collect his papers. “You seem to be in deep thought, is there something on your mind?”

“No, professor, I was just thinking about our topic today.” Jade lied through his teeth and Trein took it with a huff. “I know twilight is a regular phenomenon but I didn’t know that it was an important time of day for mages and magicians.” A nod came from his professor. “Many people nowadays don’t see its importance as magical materials and magic itself have grown and changed over time. With the new technology and the new breakthroughs we have, the archaic practices of the past have since then been abandoned.”

Trein looked to the window and Jade followed his gaze, the sun began to set and the color of orange and violet painted the sky. “Twilight has begun.” Picking up his beloved cat, Trein stretched his back and moved to face the student in front of him. “It’s best to get back to your dorm, you might miss the curfew.”

“Professor, have you ever experienced anything during twilight? Like the way you’ve explained it during class?” Jade asked suddenly, his professor’s eyes widened then looking to the side to think for a moment. “I have but they were more of dreams than the otherworldly claims of recording happenings. I would often see myself in another person’s shoes, seeing a world I did not know about, it wasn’t a pleasant experience but...It was interesting, for a dream at least.”

“I see. Thank you very much, professor. I’ll be on my way.”

He stared at his messy notebook unblinking, the messy handwriting and the sketches were foreign to him. He drew a few doodles but he never put any detail to it nor was he able to do sketches of his peers in movement.

“Where am I?”

Taking his pen, Jade wrote a message. What had happened to him wasn’t a dream, he knew that and he knew that what he was about to do wasn’t a sure fire guarantee that whoever wrote this will see it but the unpredictability of the situation allowed him to push through with an eagerness to see the end results.

“You are in Night Raven College. My name is Jade.”

The night loomed over the dorm, the once blue waters a dark purple and tinge of black. Twilight has ended. Jade closes his eyes for a moment and sighed, thinking back about the lesson and to the confused glances of his peers.

“Please remember me...!” The voice begged, the image of a braided bracelet flowing through the air as it flew towards him. Tugging his sleeve, the bracelet was wrapped around his wrist snugly; its design was simple and bright mix of blue, yellow, and red.

“Please remember me...!”

Jade tugs his sleeves back down, only stepping out of to his bed when he felt tired. The bracelet was removed from his wrist and sat next to him.

“My name is—!”

The voice echoed through his mind, he felt that he should remember it,  he felt like he should know who it was, and all he felt was frustration and eagerness to see this unpredictable situation through. He closed his eyes wanting to rest his eyes rather than sleep.

“So this is what Night Raven College looks like. It’s very pretty, your uniforms are very pretty too but I’m not used to the environment there. It’s probably because of the walls or the silence.”

It had been a few days since the messaging through the notebook began with Jade and his pen pal, of sorts.  It seemed that his new pen pal had been observing weird happenings to them too. Their classmates telling them of their weird behaviors, one time all they ate were mushrooms.

“I don’t even like mushrooms and because of you I ate a whole lot of them in just one day!”

It seemed that his odd dreams of seeing another world unlike his own weren’t dreams after all. The white and yellow uniforms, the sweet smell of lilies, and the pen nib brooch all pointed to Royal Swords Academy. Apparently the person he switched bodies with studied there.

“And I was told that I ate eel for lunch and it upset my brother. It seems both of us are even on this regard.”

He always wrote messages on his notebook the moment he got home and he preferred it that way rather than waking up to writings on his face and arms. The marker ink was hard to wash off, even with large amounts of sudsy soaps.

“We have a notebook to communicate for a reason, please use that.”

“I like writing on your hand, Jade.”

There were moments that he expressed frustration with them, even anger but that soon dissipated into childish antics of messages written on skin, eating disgusting foods they came to like, and a bond that transcended physical reality. They were from two different worlds and yet, here they were being friends.

All this was just like a dream to him.

“Hey, about that braided bracelet...Where did you get it? I had one just like it before it disappeared; I used to wear it on my hair.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer to that. It just came with me, I suppose. I couldn’t part with it for some reason so I’ve been wearing it ever since.”

“I guess we just so happened to have the same braided tie, huh? Hehehe!”

After class, Jade went to experience the twilight hour for once and see the students filter out of school and run about. It was the end of the week and it was a time for fun, brooms flew overhead and magical swirls of dust were thrown about by fun-loving students.

“What I like about your school is that none of you are afraid to get dirty and have fun.” He remembered his pen pal writing. “I love RSA but the uniforms and the rules we live by stop us from having fun like all of you there in NRC.”

He couldn’t blame them, RSA had some rules to go by and the uniforms really stopped them from having fun too. The chaos that he saw in RSA wasn’t like those in NRC, not by a long shot but he could see the charm it had in it despite the difference in school life.

Jade wanted them to experience this first hand one day. In their own body, of course.

 He went back to his room when the sun had disappeared and the moon stood in its place. Sitting by the notebook, he took his magical pen from his pocket and began writing his response to his pen pal’s recent message. 

“RSA has beautiful scenery, there’s no doubt about it. It’s a nice change of pace from the gothic feel NRC has, I find it rather peaceful. Though the sudden music lessons do tend to throw me off but that is something I will eventually come to get used to.

He tapped his pen on his desk, humming at his short reply. He looked at his wrist; the braid coiled around his wrist and was vibrant under the yellow light of his lamp. Unlike them, he never really gave hints of what his school life was about nor did he give details of what it was like to spend a day in RSA.

“We had a lesson about the magical phenomena known as Twilight. Apparently around that time, magic becomes different and realities begin to overlap...Do you think that’s what’s causing us to switch bodies?”

 “Twilight...I’ve heard of that phenomenon too! It actually makes sense, maybe that’s what's causing it but if it’s really true then that’s some real strong magic!” 

Jade slept that late that night, the braided tie next to his forehead. For once, he didn’t dream of the train station but of a hand coming up to take his own. No, it wasn’t his hand, it was his pen pal’s hand, and it grasped softly then tugged for him to follow. 

He was on a mountain, the sky glittering with millions upon millions of stars. It was a beautiful sight, his eyes widening as the stars grew closer and closer, the heat around him rising and rising; burning his skin and singing his hair. The world around him was destroyed and the last thing he heard was the terrified scream of someone he was beginning to hold dear. 

He awoke with a gasp, his eyes tearful and his lungs out of breath. Next to him were a concerned Azul and his brother Floyd. “We could hear you gasping from the hallway.” Azul explained but Jade kicked off his covers and ran to his desk, his notebook, their means of communication was empty. The messages he had collected with them were gone and only his own remained.

His brother tugged at his shoulder. “Look at me.” He was whirled around, their foreheads touching. “Breathe. You’re gonna give yourself an attack if you don’t breathe.” 

He closed his eyes, leaning against his brother to breathe harshly. A pair of hands pats his back, Azul’s and Floyd’s, in an act of comfort but none of their touches reached Jade. He was too confused, too shaken up, too anxious. “It was just a bad dream.”

A dream...

What he had seen in the eyes of his pen pal was all a dream...?

Pen pal?

“It’s best that you get some more rest.” Azul said, pulling Jade back to his bed. “I’ll explain to the teachers what happened to you.” Floyd nudged him down and pulled the covers up until his brother’s chin. “We need you well rested, Jade. We’ll have the others check on you every once in a while.”

He forced himself to breathe slowly and carefully, his eyes screwed shut and thoughts in a whirlwind. His memories scrambling and confusing, he tries to remember the train station, the lake that was on RSA’s sloping hills and the falling meteorite.

Had there been a meteor shower? There was no news of it, no indication.

A hand caressed his head, shushing his sounds to silence. 

“Sleep, Jade.”

The next day, Jade spent all his time in the library with books about stars and meteors and sleep being the furthest thing from his mind. He poured through the articles about meteor showers, checking online news sites, and pouring through scientific documents.

Nothing.

No recent reports of a meteor shower anywhere near the area of RSA or NRC. 

A frustrated sigh left Jade’s lips and he held his head with a huff, burying his fingers into his hair when a fluffy tail rubbed and pawed against his arm. “Good to see you’re up and about, Mr Leech.” Trein stood over him as Lucius stepped over the articles to sit on one of the books. 

“I didn’t know you were taking a liking to astronomy.” The professor commented, taking an article and reading through it. “Meteor showers, eh? I haven’t seen those for some time. The last one was beautiful but also very tragic.”

“What do you mean, professor?” Jade stared up at his teacher, slightly surprised.

“You weren’t in NRC at the time this happened but there was a meteor shower that passed by Twisted Wonderland, it was a festive time...But that soon became a tragedy when a fragment broke off from one of the passing meteorites.” He sighed, closing his eyes and setting the paper down. “Though NRC and RSA have been rivals for a long time, I can’t bear to think such a catastrophic event would happen to them.”

His heart skipped a beat, eyes wide in surprise. “You mean to say...”

“A meteorite fragment fell on RSA three years ago, specifically on the field just outside the school where some students were watching the shower. Those poor children...” 

The white crystal of his magical pen glowed bright and Jade pushed himself off his chair, figure hunched forward and head hung low. Lucius let out a meow as he scrambled away from the student. “Mr Leech, what are you doing?” Trein demanded but his voice fell on deaf ears, Jade remembers his last dream, the last time he switched bodies. He remembers the falling meteorite, the scream that wasn’t his own, he remembers them.

His pen pal.

In a burst of magic, Jade disappeared from his position leaving a scared Lucius and a confused and upset Mozus Trein.

The landscape around him was heavy, the crater left by the meteorite was massive and no traces of life were seen within the impact zone. The memory of the meteorite fragment falling right on top of his pen pal, killing them instantly played again and again in his head. Jade, normally so aloof and calm, fell to his knees.

They died. 

They died where he stood.

For the first time in a long while, Jade screamed his heart out. A wail of agony loud enough to echo through the empty void that was essentially his pen pal resting place. He sunk to his knees and continued crying until his throat became hoarse and painful.

He laid on his side as the sun went down, the braided tie peeked out of his blazer. 

“Please remember me—!”

The train station...Was that a dream too? What had he been doing when he was in there? What was he there for?

Who was calling out his name.

“Jade...?”

The sun set over him, the sky turning orange and violet. It was twilight hour.

 “Jade..”

“Jade.”

 There was a touch to his shoulder and a soft shake. His head turned, his eyes widened. A student from RSA stood over him. They smelled of white lilies, uniform a mix of white and yellow, and their magical crystal a pen nib brooch. There was a familiar gleam in their eyes, a smile he came to know from the many days they had switched bodies. 

His pen pal smiled at him, offering their hand for him to take. “It’s really you, Jade. It’s actually you.” 

They laughed, pulling Jade into a hug; his tall figure dwarfing them easily as they hugged his chest. Jade sighed, returning the hug soon after and rocking each other back and forth for a few moments the sun shined in the horizon.

“I thought I lost you, y’know?” They said, looking up at him. “I just...I suddenly couldn’t reach you.” 

“I thought you had died. I saw the meteor fall on you.”

They looked at each other for a moment and a laugh was shared, their foreheads linked together soon after. “I know but...somehow, maybe...I don’t really know what happened to me. I just couldn’t reach you to tell you what happened on that day. I nearly forgot about you and I cried for days wondering why.”

Pulling away, they looked down to Jade’s wrist. “Hey, that bracelet...”

“You gave it to me in the train station.”

It was all coming back to him now. This person, his pen pal, was someone he held dear for a long time.

He felt comfort.

“Oh yeah! I did, didn’t I?”

“Do you want it back?”

“No. Keep it.”

The two held hands for some time but were immediately thwarted by them pulling out a marker. “Hey, why don’t we write our names? That way, if we ever forget each other there’ll always be a reminder. Ah, but I don’t have any paper with me...”

Jade offered his palm, his smile teasing and knowing. “You always liked writing on my skin.”

They shared another laugh and the marker’s cap was pulled off, Jade looking over the horizon as they wrote their name on his palm. “Your turn.” 

He took the pen from them and as soon as he wrote the starting strokes of his name, the marker fell from his grasp.

The twilight hour had ended and the moon took over the sky.

“Eh...? What am I...doing...?” 

Jade was found by his peers not long after, taking him in and letting him rest as they descended the crater near RSA. Mozus Trein was their chaperone, explaining to the staff of the rival school and covering his own students.

“Someone he knew died here,” He explained, looking at Jade being covered with a blanket by his brother. Jade’s eyes were closed and he leaned against him, clearly exhausted from the ordeal and exposure to the elements.

“I’m very sorry to hear that, professor.” Said one RSA’s employees, brows upturned and frowning deep. “The meteorite crash was a very tragic event for all schools. I can’t imagine how much grief that young boy has gone through knowing that a friend of his died that day.”

“I hope you can look the other way on this. I know we shouldn’t come into each other’s premises without proper—“ 

“It’s quite alright. I’ll explain the situation to the headmaster once everything has settled.”

Floyd pulled his brother to his chest and stood up, Azul placing a hand on his back. 

“Let’s go home, Jade.” 

Jade wasn’t alone that night, Floyd and Azul wouldn’t allow him to be alone. They slept next to him, keeping him company but while the two slept, he couldn’t. The moon shone against his window and gave his room a very soft blue glow. He raised his hand to his face, the message from someone he held dear was still visible but slightly smudged.

“Thank you.”

Bitterness rose in his chest and to his throat, his brows furrowed in frustration. The tears forming stung his eyes.

“You idiot,” he brought his palm to his face, sniffling. “I can’t remember you this way.”

A year had passed and the dreams stopped coming after that night. Jade had picked up the habit of sitting outside during twilight hour, watching the set and holding the bracelet that never left his wrist for more than a second. He wore it everywhere he went but when asked; he never had a proper reason for it.

“I feel complete wearing it.”

The yearly magical shift festival brought troves of customers and onlookers, Jade and his brother sat on a bench and let their legs rest after a long day. “I’m gonna go get something to eat. You want anything?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll buy some myself.” 

“’Kay.”

Jade was left alone after that and he closed his eyes for a moment, his nose taking in the different smells of food and perfumes.

There was a familiar smell of white lilies.

“Excuse me.” 

A person stood in front of him, holding a brochure. They were a uniform of white and yellow and a pen nib brooch. They smiled at him and familiar warmth bloomed in his chest. “I don’t mean to disturb you or anything.” 

Their smile was sheepish but it felt as if he’d seen it somewhere before.

“Do we know each other by any chance?”

“I think so.” Jade’s smile was easy and suddenly their eyes began to water. “I had a feeling we did.”

“Hey,” Jade reached over and intertwined their hands, the bracelet’s colors were vibrant against his skin and theirs.

“May I…”

“Can I…”

“...Know your name?”

[inigofication]

Hey obvi if they're still a new character and can't share much thats understandable, but i gotta hear more about your flunked spacie cuz that concept is INSANE

HAHA I’M GLAD UR INTERESTED!! My friend who’s DMing wanted to do a somewhat sci-fi campaign so we went ALL OUT together :) I did NOT mean to write as much as I did, so apologies in advance for how much this is LOL

Backstory-current progression under the cut because it’s a LOT!

Basically, as you guys saw from my post, society progressed from super high tech and science (the time that Soleil is from) into your fantasy/medieval time as things went on; this is partially due to the fact that science/research had delved into body/gene modifications which is how a lot of people gradually could give themselves features that us as players associate w/ tieflings and the like!

Soleil never delved into that much, her only modifications being 1) star freckles and 2) her white hair (stays that way so she doesn’t have to re-dye it, etc); the “part-android” also comes in because she has a sort of upgraded memory storage? Basically she can access places with USBs or discs etc etc and store the contents directly into her mind! This kind of modification was super common during her time though, so, not crazy for her.

She also has (had? 👀) an older brother named Lucas!

(cw // slight injury)

(first pic just a doodle of them when they were younger, second pic is the most recent memory Soleil has of him; his hair is normally dark brown but one time he dyed it white to match her)

With Lucas, she and him went to the same space piloting academy, as did their father. However, Lucas excelled and while Soleil is plenty good of a pilot, she lacked the team communication/general teamwork skills needed of her (because she just didn’t make friends all that well), which put her at 12th in her class, just shy of the top 10 that could graduate. When she realized she likely wouldn’t move up the ranks, she purposely flunked out because doing the rest felt pointless to her. She was about 18 at this time.

Around the time she flunked out, her brother was still in school and their dad was a bit of a mess- their mother had been out of the picture since Soleil was 3 but she was still giving their dad issues/stress. So, Soleil’s uncle came over both to help her dad and make him a proposal: Soleil could pilot the St. Marianne, part of a different program. Her dad, albeit reluctantly, agreed, leading Soleil into the new course, where she worked for about 4 years before the mission that would change everything.

This brings us to the start of the campaign! Soleil has very little memory of what happened at this point. All she remembers is the ship flying smoothly, casual conversation, and then a bright flash of white light- next thing you know she’s being woken up from the ships cryo-chamber by a tiefling and a half-orc! Talk about a wake up call LOL, also, the ship she was piloting is torn in half and she has NO CLUE what happened.

So, as the campaign progresses, she’s been traveling and taking up work with her new companions and simultaneously 1) adjusting to the new lifestyle and 2) finding out clues about what happened in her past!

So far, she’s been able to recover footage of her brother from a military base that she never saw because it was after her disappearance/“death!” He’s dating someone and they both got into trouble but Soleil hasn’t found out what yet! There were also robots/androids at the military base that recognized Soleil (aka Private Mercier) when she arrived, even 3,000 years later! So her information is still within the databases.

Also, it’s worth mentioning that after Soleil was taken out of the cryo chamber, she had a new mark on her back, that of a purple butterfly that was smooth to the touch, imbedded in her skin but a different texture. A few months ago, as a psiioniic rogue, Soleil unlocked the ability to basically hive mind with her peers, and a flutter of purple butterflies always show up when she uses it. She sees butterflies in nearly everything she does and both her and I still have no idea what it means!

The butterfly on her back recently split into two butterflies, the purple one and now a white one as well. Somehow, overnight, Soleil was granted the ability to see into people’s memories/dreams when she sleeps- in this “dream scape” as I usually call it, she is less of a corporeal form and is made up of a cluster of butterflies. Even more recently, Soleil has started seeing these “dream butterflies” in the normal day; she went to have breakfast with her friends and everyone in the tavern had butterflies around their heads except her friends, who’s memories she had seen prior- this leads me to believe that this effect happens when Soleil sees someone who’s memories she hasn’t seen yet.

So far, Soleil has seen into the memories of her two friends, a friend’s father, Soleil’s father and mother, her uncle, a little bit within a new group of companions they have, an Elven woman who Soleil doesn’t know but is trying to, and more, including a RED DRAGON who we have to meet next session 🙃

She tried to go into Lucas’ memories, but his were harshly blocked off and she wasn’t strong enough to get in.

SO YEAH!! She definitely has a LOTTT to work with! Her current biggest concerns are as such:

Save our friend’s sister, who’s being coveted by a green dragon

Find out as much as she can about her parents, her brother, her uncle, and what exactly happened to the St. Marianne

WHATEVER THE BUTTERFLIES MEAN?? WHERE THEY CAME FROM?? and finding the Elven woman in her dream who spoke to Soleil, but Soleil doesn’t know her

Again, sorry this is so much LMFAO, I’m having so much fun with her and I’m glad to indulge you guys on it :) if anyone has any other questions or curiosities feel free to ask! 💜

[sentientpaperbag]

IT’S A LONG POST BUT HERE’S THE STUFF I FOUND, UNDER THE CUT!

so this is from like.... 2012-ish? It was either freshman or sophmore year of high school. My friend and I thought it’d be funny if we made edgy pony ocs cuz we hadn’t really watched the show and we wanted to tease my boyfriend at the time cuz he was into it. Literally not too long after making these, my friend and i watched the show and got hooked...

....Yall probably won’t believe this, but this is Zonta. I don’t know what’s up with her proportions.. But Jesus.

This is an interesting situation. So my friend and I had an idea for a next gen situation with our ocs. The boy is named Remy, and he was Zonta’s son (this was back when eric was still around instead of markus. If you don’t know who Eric is, i’ve talked about that fucker on here before lmao just look up his name you should find it)

The girl was his gf, Layla. I’ve since recycled the name for a huepoint character cuz i liked it so much. This was my first attempt at drawings Goths

Little did I know Zonta would be the goth in the future...

IF SOMEONE CAN TELL ME WHO MADE THESE PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN CREDIT THEM I HAVEN’T HAD A CHANCE TO FIND THEM YET. But my other boyfriend printed this off for me cuz i had a bad iz phase in high school. I think he did this before we started dating, actually. There were more pictures, but I don’t have them anymore. There was a whole binder at one point.

more mlp fanart. I had a particular attachment to Sweetie Bell for some reason? Clearly this was before she got her cutie mark in canon, so I had to make up one for her. I don’t remember the context but i think i’d aged her up to give her a phantom of the opera story where she fell for a changeling who liked her singing? I was creative for sure.

this was from when i first got into fnaf, and you can tell. I got into fnaf right as I started college so this was one of many doodles i did during that time that survived. God i can draw them so much better now...

For the love of everything sane, don’t ask why i drew mlp characters in a Burton-esque style. I couldn’t answer that if I wanted to... Kinda wanna redraw it tho, especially Fluttershy cuz she was my favorite.

i didn’t draw this but i thought i’d share it anyway cuz it’s a fond, kinda funny, memory. So my boyfriend at the time actually drew this, because i’d asked him to draw Christine and the Phantom in his style... He’s a furry, so I don’t know what I expected, but honestly it wasn’t that bad for like 2011-2012

I got into Be More Chill not too long after it started getting popular... I’ve loved the SQUIP a long time, guys, probably since like 2016-2017ish.

Right before I made this blog, I was considering who to ship with Beetlejuice, so I started coming up with ideas, this was the first idea. I don’t remember her name right off the bat but i’d drawn her a few times before ultimately deciding to go with Dottie instead.

I just like this picture a lot cuz it’s sweet, even if the anatomy is weird and i dunno what’s going on with zonta’s legs.

This was another self insert character I ended up scrapping, but I don’t remember what she was for. She might’ve been another prototype character to ship with beetlejuice before i settled on dottie. She cute tho I might bring her back for whoever I fall for next.

THIS IS THE ONLY EXISTING FANART OF INVADER ZIM THAT I HAVE FROM BEFORE THIS BLOG. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE REST OF IT IS BECAUSE A LOT OF IT WAS DRAWN ON PAPER.

bad lighting but eh. The only care I’ve successfully drawn tbh. I drew it for my stepdad lol

Zonta again. God she looked so wonky. Yes, that is Snickers, he’s been a part of her life long before she was a witch and he was her familiar. He could talk even then, if i remember correctly.

I can’t quite remember when this was, but I think it was during the time I lived with my grandpa, so a few years ago.

THIS WAS 2015 FOR SURE CUZ THIS WAS DRAWN AT MY DAD’S HOUSE. Think of this as a prototype Husk situation, Zonta wasn’t a witch yet, but her telekinesis powers fucked her up really bad if she used it for too long, and she’d hallucinate stuff like this. This was in the short, short period of time where I gave her neat swirly tattoos on her arms.

This was done for sure in 2014 cuz it was for English class. We were reading the Scarlet Letter and my teacher had us draw a bunch of characters in our own stylistic way. So I drew Hester’s nasty ass husband, who was often called the Leech, as a leech monster. My teache was very impressed with me.

And, finally, some comics from when my mom was a kid. Some of these were hers, but a lot of them were actually my aunt’s. I think they’re neat.

[destiny-islanders]

Head canons (I guess)

ALRIGHT!!! I am that Gladdy Daddy anon from a few days ago here with headcanons LET’S GO

I have no idea how to make bullet points…

(Edit from Destiny: I put them in for ya! :> )

When the chocobros all end up in Lestallum for the first time and Gladdy is telling Sora how great Iris is, and not getting any ideas and what not, and when they first meet Iris is kinda like who’s this guy, and after hanging out and stuff Sora realizes just how much he misses Kairi because they are so alike it’s ridiculous.

The part where Iris drives around with the chocobros, and they all get even more squished to the point where Noct just sits on the part where the roof pops up and everybody’s just like whatever the prince does what he wants but then all of a sudden Specs slams on the breaks cuz somebody stopped right in front of them and Noct goes flying (he’s fine)

I forget the mountain’s name but the really big mountain that Prompto complains the whole time climbing up on (imma call it death mountain, anyways) so hey get through the first part, easy peasy but then encounter the area where if you slip you slide almost all the way back down so Sora being the kid he is double jumps all across the rocks to get up ahead Noct not wanting to fall behind starts blade warping to catch up with him and they kinda start racing leaving the rest of the chocobros in the dust, and once they get the giant mace of kings Promto is just like “HA! You guys may have cheated to get up here, but you can’t coming down so you get to suffer with us” and Sora literally jumps off the mountain and everyone’s just OH GOD SORA WTF but then they realize he can freaking GLIDE and Noct sees his as a challenge again and starts racing to the bottom to beat Sora. And they get here hella fast and need to wait for the rest of them, they come back down the mountain smoldering and stuff all angry, and Ignis is so mad he just makes Toast for the night.

Back before Sora visited FFXV’s planet Sora learned how to make Sea-Salt ice cream so the ones in his heart can enjoy themselves a bit (not sure if they taste what he tastes but let’s say they do) so while Sora is there he teaches Ignis how to make it and everybody loves it

Ignis teaches Sora math and all that stuff while they’re adventuring because Sora skipped a lot of classes throughout the KH games and he just wants to die

Noctis summons Leviathan during a fight and Sora just like “HEY YOU CAN SUMMONA DRAGON TOO” and everyone is just like “oh no” because they get flashbacks to Bambi and the teacups ride, but Sora goes ahead and summons Mushu and is just like YOU READY TO LIGHT SOME HUMPS SORA, notices the giant behemeth dragon who is causing a tsunami and is just like oh ok… but afterwards he still sasses everybody and it’s good times

While Noctis is in his 10 year long nap in his dreams there are dream eaters and all these cute fuzzy creature things keep the hobo king company untill he wakes up

And this has been sharing headcannons With FancyCatVen/Gladdy Daddy Anon Thank you (I have more but i think thats enough for now)

@fancycatven THESE ARE AMAZING! I had the biggest grin on my face while I read them. Thank you so much for sharing!!! I want to doodle some of them! :D :D :D

[toodaioo]

For the Discord: SFW Version

- Junkrat biting his nails when he gets nervous, excited, or when they’re beginning a game

- when Junkrat gives kisses he tastes like metal and gunpowder

- when Junkrat’s tired, Roadhog gives him piggyback rides to their destination

- Junkrat has a fear of deep water/pools of water to where he can’t stand fully up in (mainly because he thinks he’ll drown because the franticness of him flailing and trying to swim and all that junk will pull his prosthetics off him and he’ll only have his left side to swim with-)

- Roadhog gives Junkrat gifts of sweets and chocolate and lollies whenever he finds them because they’re so rare and are considered a delicacy- and they’re ALWAYS melted due to the heat but Junkrat doesn’t mind it and prefers it messy

- Junkrat sleep talks/kicks in his sleep/tosses & turns

-When Roadhog and Junkrat are affectionate towards eachother (like kisses and nudges-)‘Rat makes little snorting noises with Roadhog to make him smile under his mask.

- Mako has to help Junkrat bathe when they get the chance to because he can’t reach everywhere

- When ‘Rat talks too much ‘Hog smooshes his mask against his face to shut him up- (and it doesn’t work the majority of the time-)

- Rat tries to surprise ‘Hog by painting a super basic pig on his nails but messes it up because his hands are so shaky but ‘Hog loves it anyways because Rat made it and it’s lovely

- when ‘Hog and ‘Rat are play wrestling he bites and kicks and fidgets and will essentially fight dirty to win (he never does)

- Rat blows raspberries on ‘Hog’s belly and loves it

- Junkrat LOVES having his hair tousled but not a lot of people will do it sadly enough

- Junkrat LOVES wearing ‘Hog’s shirts because they’re so big and they go down to his knees

- ‘Hog leaves little notes (and little love notes too sometimes-) on Rat’s blueprints for new things saying ‘Good job’ and little doodles of pigs and Rat tears them off and keeps every single one in a very special place on their bag.

Junkrat’s a cranky baby when he wakes up and has to be dragged around until he finally wakes up

Junkrat throws tantrums and Roadhog just fucking tolerates it until he wears himself out.

Roadhog helping Junkrat learn how to swim without his prosthetics and the whole time Rat’s clinging to him like he’s going to die. (They’re in the very short end of the pool)

Junkrat breaks his pegleg and has to have Roadie help him

Junkrat decides to eat a Carolina Reaper and Roadie has to take care of the kid

Roadhog gets sick and Junkrat has to take care of him

They find a fatally ill animal (Cat/dog/etc) and try to take care of it (can end in a positive / negative way-)

Junkrat gets too excited about getting a soda and shakes it up on accident, then forgets about it and drinks it.

Taking Jamison to an icecream bar where he excitedly tries out all of the flavours and proceeds to get sick

Roadhog forcing the kid to bathe and gets bitten/scratched to high hell

Taking Junkrat to a petstore and he’s gawking at all of the animals and falls in love with a guinea pig and they buy it cuz it’s a mix between a ‘rat and a pig’.

Roadhog teaching the kid various recipes and makes sure he doesn’t blow up the kitchen.

Taking Jamison to a serve-yourself-yoghurt place and he gets WAY too much and ends up getting brain freeze.

Taking him to the zoo

taking him to the pharmacy where Rat has to sit still for a min. of 30 minutes while Roadhog gets his inhaler refilled (it does not end well)

Junkrat having to wear floaties in the pool the first few times because he’ll sink like a rock because of his body density

Junkrat makes a blanket fort big enough for the both of them and they watch Mad max movies all night

PLAY WRESTLING and Roadhog lets Junkrat win

Watching cheesy romance movies on the couch and both of them are trying not to cry infront of the other because that’s silly

JUNKRAT DRAWING THINGS FOR ROADHOG AND THEY’RE ALL KEPT IN A SPECIAL BINDER and Junkrat’s like ‘why the fuck do you have my old art get rid of it’ and makes grabby hands as Roadhog holds it away from him

JUNKRAT FINDING OUT THAT ROADHOG’S TICKLISH. CUE ROADHOG FIGURING OUT JUNKRAT’S EVEN MORE TICKLISH

Having to go clothes shopping because it gets cold in Britian/China during the winter when they’re out on missions

Roadhog waking up with stickers all over his mask thanks to junkrat

Junkrat goes out of his way finding mini keychains to put on Roadhog’s gun

Junkrat leaving sticky notes on Roadhog’s mask while he’s asleep and they’re all love notes

SnugGLING AND PILLOW TALK

Roadhog teaching Junkrat how to kiss properly

Junkrat making Roadhog breakfast without him knowing and sets off the fire alarms

Grumpy tired junkrat in tiny shorts and Roadhog’s big ass shirt and complaining he wants to go to bed

BAR NIGHT

Junkrat drinking way too much alcohol and gets a horrible hangover where Roadhog takes care of him

Junkrat doing the other’s hair

junkrat getting a fuck ton of piercings

deciding to make tie dye shirts that match and it ends up with the dye getting all over everything BUT the shirts

They decide to go through a drive through and Jamie takes WAY too long to figure out what he wants.

Jamison going shoe shopping and frustrating the cashier because he only needs one shoe.

Taking Jamison to a desert bar and he’s pressed against the glass the entire time and gets it super fucking dirty

His grenade launcher totally fucking breaks and he has to put it back together with roadhog’s help

Reading eachother other heroes diary entries and laughing their asses off

Tinkering with other heroes weapons

Playing footsies at a restaurant while they’re there with everyone else and trying to be nonchalant about it.

Jamison gets hurt real fucking bad in battle and so does Hog but he only has one canister of Hogdrogen left and Jamie’s crying for him to take it instead because Hog has a better chance of survival

Figuring out that they’ve actually had this business partnership for a while and have a lot of stories to tell.

Jamison excitedly showing the other heroes how he can stick his finger up his nose to the second knuckle and then panics when it doesn’t come back out

Roadhog helping Jamison with his physical therapy, especially when he loses his leg.

Roadhog having to be the one to amputate the kid’s limbs with or without his permission.

Jamison’s first time in a hotel and experiencing what the fuck air conditioning is.

Jamison seeing a clean bed for the first time and Roadhog essentially forcing the kid to bathe before he gets in it because for once he doesn’t want to sleep in dirty sheets.

Jamison throwing a temper tantrum and smacking Roadhog with a pillow, only to be smacked back and slammed into the floor.

They go berry picking and surprisingly Roadhog’s really fucking good at it and they end up with laundry baskets full of it while Junkrat’s busy trying to set said laundry baskets on fire.

Laundry day and Junkrat and Roadhog in a laundromat while they’re waiting for their clothes to dry and Jamie has to sit still which doesn’t end well.

Grocery shopping trip with the heroes and everyone’s given a list as to what they need and Jamie goes over the top while Roadhog has to stop him.

They decide to go buy candles for whatever reason and Junkrat spends way too much time smelling everything so much that he actually passes out/knocks some shit over.

Going clothes shopping and neither can find pants/shirts/gloves/etc that fit them- then junkrat finds the cologne section of the store and tries on everything only to get light headed

Junkrat raids a buildabear and makes way too many stuffed animals.

They go to McDonalds and Junkrat gets stuck in the slide and Roadhog has to get an employee to get him out.

Junkrat and Roadhog take a pottery class and jamie gets REALLY into it because it requires a fuckload of precision and detail that is hard to work with like his bombs

Junkrat actually drawing- like - not just doodles and sketches but like actually drawing and Mako’s like ‘holy fuck man’

Mako showing Jamie all of his recipes before the war and Jamie doesn’t know what the fuck a lemon is/etc

Gardening. Gardens don’t require fire.

They go to japan and wander into a toy store which has keychains and they get all of them forever and every match Roadhog has a different keychain on his gun

Junkrat tinkering with Roadhog’s hogdrogen to the point where it makes him so fucking high he just sits there and drools

Jamie eating way too many poptarts and gets sick

Jamison and McCree have a soda drinking contest and McCree wins while Jamison’s foaming at the mouth

Jamison introducing everyone to fallout australia foods

Jamie and Roadhog make frogs in a pond for Lucio (it’s a recipe-)

Playdates with D.Va and Lucio which end up with painted nails, makeup, stickers, and nice music

[grrlwonder-archive]

RULES. repost, don’t reblog. tag ten. TAGGED. the bae @magicxecustos TAGGING. @perfectforayear, @thirdwcnder, @theredwonder, @yallneedahero, @favdream, @thegreatunxter, @notbctmcn, @twerpzilla, @illuminatedflight, @xmarksthescott, @futuresuper, @canary-noir, @cacciatriice

BASICS.

 FULL  NAME.   stephanie alice bellinger  NICKNAME.   steph, stephie, stephers, eggplant wonder  AGE.   22 (verse dependent)  BIRTHDAY.   august 17  ETHNIC GROUP.   caucasian  NATIONALITY.   american  LANGUAGE / S. english, swahili, basic spanish & french  SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   heterosexual, bicurious  ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   panromantic  RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single (verse dependent)  CLASS.   lower  HOME TOWN / AREA.   gotham city, new jersey, usa  CURRENT HOME.   an apartment in the city with a rather lousy landlord  PROFESSION.   law school student

PHYSICAL.

 HAIR.   honey blonde with golden reflects, about mid-back in general length  EYES.   generally described as blue, though they tend to look teal in certain lighting. too round to be almond shaped, too wide to be considered round. bright & almost child-like, but they’re often narrowed in suspicion  NOSE.    once it was cute & button-y, now it’s a little too long & wide. it has suffered too many fractures, most visible one the bridge now  FACE.   round with rather chubby cheeks, a pointy chin, wide forehead, & slight widow’s peak  LIPS.   full & a little round. if she’s not wearing only chapstick, she has on a deep, almost burgundy shade of lipstick, or a bright red lipstick. they tend to be chapped from picking & biting at them  COMPLEXION.   fair, but she tends to tan easily during the summer  BLEMISHES.    there are a few scars from missions gone wrong, one faded one from when she had chickenpox and picked at when she was five SCARS.   her entire body is littered with soft, faded scars. from knife to bullet wounds. there’s a particularly nasty knife slash that goes across her chest; it starts on the middle and ends just short of her left nipple.  TATTOOS.   when her daughter turned 1y/o she used a fake a id to get the outline of a star on purple on her right shoulder blade  HEIGHT.   5′5″  WEIGHT. 129 lbs / 58.5 kg  BUILD.   slender, small waist & wide hips, well toned  FEATURES.   tends looks fairly average from an outside perspective, especially because she tends to slouch a little as to not attract too much attention  ALLERGIES.     USUAL HAIR STYLE.   down, doing its thing, or up into ponytail or braids  USUAL FACE LOOK.    serene & approchable  USUAL CLOTHING.    she wears a lot of muted colors & denim. the occasional leather jacket is a must, along w/ her staple military-green jacket

PSYCHOLOGY.

 FEAR / S.   major abandonment issues. failure. the sound of drills. scalpels, needles, & other medical equipment  ASPIRATION / S.  to do & inspire good on others. prove to the world that your background doesn’t define you  POSITIVE TRAITS.   witty, chatty, friendly, approachable, upbeat, resilient, persistent  NEGATIVE TRAITS.   sarcastic, quick-tempered, vengeful, cynical, stubborn  MBTI.   enfp-a the campaigner  ZODIAC.   leo  TEMPEREMENT.   sanguine  SOUL TYPE / S.   hunter, caregiver, helper all at 17  ANIMALS.   eagle  VICE HABIT / S.   social drinker, former smoker  FAITH.   agnostic  GHOSTS?   was one once  AFTERLIFE?   been there, done that  REINCARNATION?   don’t wanna find out yet  ALIENS? one is her best firend  POLITICAL ALIGNMENT.   fairly liberal. anarchic, even  ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. indifferent  SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. shrug emoji  EDUCATION LEVEL.   high school diploma, law student

FAMILY.

 FATHER.   arthur brown  MOTHER.   crystal agnes bellinger  SIBLINGS.   none  EXTENDED  FAMILY.   not in too much contact with her aunts & uncles, grandparents are deceased. cassandra cain is considered an surrogate sister  NAME MEANING / S.   stephanie: french origin, crown. alice: english origin, of noble kin  HISTORICAL CONNECTION ?   none

FAVOURITES.

 BOOK.   the adventures of alice in wonderland  MOVIE. none  5 SONGS.   one girl revolution - superchick, don’t hurt yourself - beyoncé, royal jelly - deap vally, cool girl - tove lo, uprising - muse  DEITY.   -  HOLIDAY.   new years  MONTH.   -  SEASON.   fall  PLACE.   the top of wayne tower  WEATHER. as long as it’s not too hot or cold, she’s okay with whatever  SOUND. the laughter of children by the closest playground  SCENT / S.   sweet / candy  TASTE / S.   warm mashed potatoes with gravy   FEEL / S.   silk, cotton, warmth  ANIMAL / S.   cats  NUMBER.   -  COLOUR.   eggplant

EXTRA.

 TALENTS.   playing the piano. great marksman. quick learner  BAD  AT.   handling abandonment & rejection. thinking before talking  TURN  ONS.   suits!! confidence. intellect  TURN  OFFS.   disregards for others. cockiness.  HOBBIES.   doodling. training. reading  TROPES.   action girl. the chick. girly bruiser  AESTHETIC  TAGS.   cityscape, bruises, neon, bats, shadows, denim, leather  GPOY  QUOTES.   “believe you can and you’re already halfway there.” – theodore roosevelt

FC INFO.

 MAIN  FC / S.   gigi hadid  ALT  FC / S.   nicola peltz  OLDER  FC / S.   margot robbie & charlize theron  YOUNGER  FC / S.   -  VOICE  CLAIM / S.   -

MUN QUESTIONS.

 Q1.   if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?    A1.  action movie all the way. it would feature the batman: eternal story w/ some major changes regarding steph’s involvement; mainly i would mingle in some of preboot history. occasional flashbacks to stephanie’s god awful childhood to provide background on why she’s so angry at arthur. crystal wouldn’t disappear by the end of it.

 Q2.   what would their soundtrack / score sound like?  A2.   a healthy mix of soundtrack music especially composed for the movie & some post-punk, rock, hip hop to add to the atmosphere of gotham

 Q3.   why did you start writing this character?  A3.    i’ve said it many times before, i was always fascinated by the idea of there ever being a girl robin in the comics that i had never heard of. when i learnt she was batgirl, by heart-eyes levels went off the roof. the more i read about steph, further i liked & identified with her. whens entered roleplaying she seemed like a nice fit for me to grasp as i continued to get more involved in comics. i didn’t plan to fall so much in love with her character, but after writing her for 4 yrs, i’ve become practically a one woman stephanie brown defense squad

 Q4.   what first attracted you to this character?  A4.   two words: girl. wonder

 Q5.   describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.  A5.   she tends to speak & act without thinking, mostly in the heat of the moment. while sometimes it is blessing, some others she has ended up severely damaging other people & her relationships with them. this has made her be a little more guarded with her feelings, evading to even say the good things.

 Q6.   what do you have in common with your muse?  A6.   i also tend to put my foot in my mouth, though it takes me far more to realize i’ve done it. i try to keep an optimistic look at things too, but inside i’m cynical as they come. i can also be just as hardheaded tbh

 Q7.   how does your muse feel about you?  A7.  i think she likes me--most of the time. when i’m not putting her thru needless pain & suffering just cuz it’s entertaining for me.

 Q8.   what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?  A8.   goddamn--well, there’s a lot of people i’ve interacted w/ over the years, so it’s hard to pick & choose. there’s definitely a lot of people i loved interacting w/ that now are sadly gone, & there’s nothing i can do about that. but anyways, let’s see if i can do this

there’s cass, who is as close as it gets to having a sibling for steph. they’re always Up to Something; either between them or against each other. when things get low for one, they’re always for each because they know what it’s like to be seen by others (& amongst the bats themselves) as potential trouble. they’re truly the epitome of the term hetero life partners.

then there’s tim. they have had their ups & downs, but they’re finally at a stable place where they can call each other close friends once more. joint patrols are only made awkward by the fact they are naturally awkward people. (also the earth 3 threads are 👌👌 certified gold)

on the other hand we have tim who is both a blessing & the bane of steph’s existence. everything is made 10x worse by the fact that they there’s a major lack of communication & repressed feelings between them. but hey, even if they took one step forward & two steps back, there has been some progress made.

we also have kon who is slowly but surely becoming one of steph’s favorite people. he’s alway down for some shenanigans. he’s for steph to be around, and he’s definitely made up for the time he had her flying unwillingly.

lately addison & steph have had some super interesting interactions. steph sees a lot of herself from back in her spoiler days in the young vigilante, beyond the obvious physical similarities. she wants to help her reach her potential in a more consistent manner than she had herself--now if only addy would let her know wtf is going on, that would help.

this is getting super long so i’m just gonna quickly mention sheri, tim, kuvira, kory & scott (im prolly missing a few people but this is too long already forgive me. basically, if ur tagged in this thing ilu ok 💖) 

 Q9.   what gives you inspiration to write your muse?  A9.  i guess seeing the people above & just people i want to interact w/ really brings out my muse. reading & re-reading comics definitely does help too; i constantly have this nagging feeling to fix where dc fucks steph up tbh

 Q10. how long did this take you to complete?  A10. i dunno--like 2-3 hrs?? i drafted this & came back to it a couple of times lmao

[aexiah]

I Got Kicked Out of Home

I got kicked out of home, and started living by myself.

Who out there has the same story?

Something similar? Maybe you’ve done better than what I have, or maybe I’m the lucky one?

It started out with a bad relationship…With my parents. What? Did you think I was going to say something like a spouse? No, unfortunately I’m single and clueless.

But surely though, even this is a common story that a lot of us can share, right? But you’re here, reading this, or maybe you left already because you might have the same attention span that I have. None.

My mom and I are the same. We want to be in control, in a way to make this understandable, the house wasn’t big enough for the two of us.

I hated my mom for not letting me do what I wanted. But it’s not her fault that I wouldn’t tell her what I wanted so she decided for me.

I never told her what I wanted because I knew she wouldn’t like it, so I never told her. Hm. Well it’s not all her fault. I don’t want to tell you either because even when I was a kid in middle school I knew what I wanted wouldn’t feed me.

I just wanted to do art. I wanted to make comics. I had been doing that while being in school, thank you short attention span that made me bored in class and then made me draw in the middle of class and teachers not liking it and then telling my parents about it.

It happened so often that the fear dug into me and lodged in there to a point where it forced me not to be happy.

I fall asleep while drawing a lot, whenever I want to doodle the art block kicks in, and I think it’s the fear that was preventing me from drawing. This fear where I’ll have some trouble or I’ll have no time, or I need to get something done or else it’s going to bite me in the ass.

Of course, that’s just a subconscious thing on my part, I’d need a second opinion to tell me other wise and say straight to my face that I’m crazy or stupid.

So, I left Florida where I was living with my mom at the time after we had a fight and she made me get down on my knees a swear to God to never draw again. Right after I took a shower and hadn’t put on any cloths.

For real that happened. And she wonders why I don’t want to live with her. As of now I do believe that was a good 5… uh… yeah 5 years ago.

So, then after that I lived with my dad. He and I didn’t get along either. So much so that I wished he was dead.

I still do.

You see, he re married to a shit woman who doesn’t like people like my sister. What’s wrong with my sister? She has down syndrome. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Honestly, I can’t explain to you how I feel.

I admit, not even I am too nice towards my sister. She has a tendency to grind her teeth and steals money from whoever, and you see I am younger than her, so being a kid who has others taking their things makes for a very unkind person.

 I should know better? Fuck you, I was a kid. Do I know better now? Fuck you again, duh I already know better. Fuck the ones who judged me and didn’t live in my shoes to understand.

When she would grind her teeth, it lights the fire of my imagination where I could see the shards of her teeth shaving off coating her mouth, and she ends up swallowing it and choking on it and we’re the dumb fucks (me, my dad, mom, ad step mom.) who let it happen.

Every time she grinds her teeth I’d tell, then I’d yell, then I’d confront her, to STOP GRINDING YOUR TEETH. Understand this, she doesn’t do it in her sleep, miraculously, she does it CONSTANTLY AS IF SHE BREATHS while she’s wide awake.

Sometimes in the middle she would call me a bitch, and mumble things I know I wouldn’t be happy to hear.

What? Just tell her to stop grinding and tell her why she would stop? Oh my God. Shut the fuck up, again, you’re not living in my shoes.

I say it to her face 5 or more times a month. And while I’m at home 25 or more times a day from my room.

Send her to a group home? Tell that to my dad. I don’t have fucking custody over my older sister. Neither does my mom after their divorce.

Not one thing is easy about the situation where I wish I had a damn gun and point it to my dad’s head and make him listen to me for once.

 So, where is this going with my step mom you might ask? She’s mean right, I already told you.

No, she never laid a finger on her. As far as I know it at least. She probably won’t as long as I’m around. But I’m not around anymore because my dad kicked me out.

Actually, the situation was more like “you’re fired but you can’t fire me cuz I quit” scenarios.

It was her tone with my sister that I couldn’t stand,

You don’t need to imagine this, you need only to feel it. Not once has this woman ever smiled because of my sister. There will never be words (in English) in front of me nor my dad to ever be said to describe how she looks at my sister. Like an eye sore. I wonder if we have slang in Vietnamese for that.

Say it to her face? Confront her and tell her to be nice to my sister for once?

She’ll just say “I’m only trying to take care of her, I’m not bullying her” And wouldn’t you know it, she’d be right. She only tells her to take a shower, brush her teeth, and change her cloths to remind her to not be a slob.

So why does it annoy me? Why is it that every day she says these things to her she would be the one in the right, and I’m in the wrong where I just tell her to sop grinding her teeth?

She’s not our mom. Typical rebellious stand point.

But then she’ll say, I’m the nice one here, not YOUR mom, she’s the one who didn’t want to take care of her.

Understand this. My sister has the right to choose which parent to go to. And she chose our stupid mother fucking dad.

My dad, KNOWS this.

 So this is where we can start. Mind you though this is actually MINOR to the reason why I’m not under the same roof as them.

I have a baby half-brother. Love him to death, cute as… Fuck.

Guess who gets spoiled treatment? What, you think I blame him? No. I don’t blame him. I mentioned he’s spoiled because he has a Nanny. Who also, does not care for people like my sister.

I don’t want to get into details and the small nitpicky triggering things that made me dislike this woman, so let’s just skip to the point where she mistreats my sister. Nah, she didn’t hit her or anything.

I was trying to finish an assignment this particular day, and my sister is a night owl and she wakes up in and out through her days and nights. She was dead asleep.

The nanny kept calling out to her to come eat, which is nice of her, but since my sister was DEAD ASLEEP so she didn’t respond.

So, like the British guy said when and unconscious person is unconscious, they DON’T FUCKING WANT THE TEA.

So I got up as patient as I could be, and told her to let her sleep. I said in Vietnamese too, I may have an accent but it doesn’t mean you didn’t understand me.

She told me “I was just trying to make her eat.” Which isn’t really her responsibility, according to my dad.

While thinking “NAW YOU DON’T SAY??? AS IF I COULDN’T FIGURE THAT OUT WITH YOU SAYING IT 10 TIMES AT VOLUME 20”, I told her “Okay, but SHE’S SLEEPING.” I even had to gesture what SLEEPING meant as if she was elementary kid. Surely, she wasn’t language-barrier challenged enough to not understand that.

I went to the kitchen table to put up of the food to indicate that she doesn’t need to try to feed her right now, so I’ll just put it away in the fridge because I can see you’re not understanding this concept of one should not try to give an unconscious person TEA.

Please understand, I’m using this tea thing as reference here alright?

So I got the food off the table and I see two ordinary pieces of bread and two bologna patties with a plastic still on. I squinted my eyes at it, and thought “what the fuck??”  But hey, my sister isn’t dumb, the plastic she can take off on her own.

 The sandwich was sitting on a plate on top of a bowl, I looked in the bowl and saw that it was a bowl of melted frozen yogurt. (I made it and forgot to put it back in the freezer apparently, which is still kind of weird to me because I thought for sure I put it away, but honestly can’t prove it.)

One look at it and you could see that it was something not even the sleaziest crappy cook on the show from kitchen nightmares would serve.

You know what frozen yogurt melted looks like right? All the fruit mashed up floats on top of thick pink water. Well it’s usually pink.

Well, maybe the nanny is a shitty cook? That’s just the way she does it and she doesn’t think anything is wrong?

If we didn’t have the nanny in the house, I would have succumbed to the disgusting shit food my step mother made us eat. I’m saying the nanny is a good cook.

So where did I take it after this?

She got on the list. The list of people I want to disappear from my presence.

Dead? No, I don’t want her dead, I just wanted her out, and away from me, my sister and my family. Maybe with a scrape on her knee or a bad bump in the elbow where the funny bone is, or having a bunch of mosquito bites.

She’s a live-in Nanny. Fuck me, right?

She understands currently that I hate her.

Now let’s get on to the point where I get kicked out.

Two days earlier I was so busy with assignments and work that by the time I got home I didn’t eat dinner, I just dropped dead to sleep at 7 and didn’t wake up until 10 am in the morning.

I have 10 hour job so it was just another long shift…  After work during that time, I tried to eat dinner, we had left-overs during that time from the night I didn’t eat, so I wanted to be polite and tried to eat what missed. While everyone else was just eating something new.

There was a hair in it. Gordon Ramsay would have vomited for hours. (it looked like pubic hair) (did I just TMI you?)

I stopped eating after the second bite because if you guessed it I pulled it from my mouth. My step mom has straight hair, and the nanny had curly hair. And if anyone out there has pubic or… you know what never mind, no references here because I can’t tell you if all pubic hair is curly or not, so I straight up thought it was the Nanny’s.

There was no petty malice here when I say this. By the next night I was offered dinner, and sarcastically I said “there’s no hair in right?” because I don’t like the nanny.

My step mom took it as insult towards her. (Because she partially cooks with the Nanny.)

When will I ever learn that Vietnamese people don’t have sense of humor? Specifically, old Vietnamese women?

I’m Vietnamese by the way. And female.

So, the final night, after a hounding day at work, my eye was getting prodded by an un reachable eyelash and my back was killing me. I think I also had a headache.

I was offered dinner once again before going to the bathroom and I said “There’s no hair in it right?” after looking at the dinner table and the nanny was sitting there. On her best behavior, I might add.

And step mom was offended.

My sister was at the dinner table and they all went and ate while I tried to fish out the eyelash. In the bathroom.

I could hear my dad because… it a small house and Vietnamese people talk rather loudly, telling my sister to, “always change her clothes, and brush and shower.”

Which I didn’t care for. The step mom in her usual tone of voice that makes you understand that she’s not fond my sister agreed with my dad.

I didn’t say anything after that because I already said she would just be all like “I’m only taking care of her I’m not bullying her, why you up in my grill??”

The Nanny also agreed, saying “yeah” at the same time as my step mom.

 And my mind tripped and I yelled from the bathroom door “Just let her eat, OH MY GOD”

Because I was sick and tired of them saying this shit every day and that the nanny was crossing boundaries.

I decided not to eat after that because my headache was getting worse and the eyelash was too far in for me to reach, I walked into the kitchen to get my purse so I could lay in my room.

But then my dad and step mom confronted me about my behavior and said I was being “mean”.

To sum up sentences;

“how do you know when YOU cook you don’t have hair in your food?”

“we were only joking, I was only kidding we weren’t bullying you sister”

“YOU’RE so mean” (step mom’s limited engrish)

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

It was also those situations where in a fight, the other party tries their hardest to NOT let you talk, despite demanding answers from you. You know, you’ve had those fights before, right? You probably even started one. No? Well alright then let’s move on.

So, at this point, I was off my rocker. I got my purse and tried to leave, because the situation got petty and I could see that no matter how many times I tried to indicate... Oh right, by the way I tried to say that I wasn’t blaming them for anything I was mostly blaming the nanny. I didn’t think they were bullying my sister I just wanted them to shut the fuck up, and the Nanny to keep her shit mouth to herself. Yeah, I’m not nice. Wow, I really don’t like outsiders in my family. So anyway, I tried to leave because it got petty and it was 2 against one. Next thing you know, my dad yelled “no, we’re not done here”

And I yelled back at him because well, fights make people upset, and fuck you work was exhausting and bitches in the house all mixed into one mother fucking bowl. “NO, WE’RE DONE!“

The moment I yelled back at him, he threw a water bottle at me, and came at me.

And well, this is basically the dialogue in script form.

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME I’LL CALL THE POLICE

Dad: *pushes me* TRY IT, FUCKING TRY IT

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad: *pushes me* GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: FINE, I’M LEAVING, DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad:*pushes me* GET OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: DON’T TOUCH ME

Dad:*pushes me* GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE

Me: I’M ALREADY LEAVING, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.

 And I get kicked out. I already said it was a you can’t fire me because I quit things.

I’m still pretty angry about it. Like as of now as I’m writing about this.

Ayyy nobody got hurt this time. How nice.

I stayed at a hotel near work afterwards. I found a place within hours but I didn’t move in until 2 days later.

I still worked the next day, because I’m a dedicated idiot who doesn’t like work but has this strong feeling that I have to.

I took on a lot onto my plate. I ended up going to school, working full time and moving at the same time. I haven’t been this tired since riding 6 airplanes in less than a week because of family business.

So yeah, there’s a lot of issues here. So many issues that maybe there no remedy for it. Or maybe I’m really the problem here huh? My unforgiving nature and stubbornness got me into this whole mess.

 I consider a lot to be a mess right now, but I also think this is better. Moving out is just what I needed along time ago. Its just to bad it had to go that way. Though the only thing I regret right now is not being able to sabotage them (not my sister or brother specifically dad step mom and the nanny). Oh, how I wished to sabotage them.

Sigh.

I acted quickly, during the second day before moving in I airbnb’d in a nearby area from where I worked. It was funny because I only planned to use it for a vacation I was thinking on doing, but since the situation happened it was canceled, and yet I got a nine hour vacation at a nice cottage.

I stayed in the cottage while signing contracts to seal the deal on the new apartment which I will not recommend to anybody because it generally sucks. Got like 3 insurances and my name printed in black for people of Austin.

Hey hi how ya doin?

When I told other people about it I only ended up getting annoying reactions where; “why didn’t you get something cheaper?”

“why didn’t you get one that was furnished”

“why didn’t you just bunk with a friend”

Why this, why that…

My only thing to tell you is “I WAS IN A POSITION WHERE I DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK, THAT’S WHY.”

Being kicked out is a common story, but the emotions that go behind it, is no joke.

The apartment thing was something I was already planning, but I was planning on doing it in secret. This situation happened, so the plan went ahead of schedule, and not the way I wanted it.

It was all meant to be.

 So what’s the rest of the story here? If anyone is still reading? Any questions or tips that people should know about?

When getting an apartment with the expected price that you got on the internet, assume they’ll charge you 200 or 300 more, if you have a car.

At the time with my emotions in disarray, I said yes to anything, so I ended up with a bad apartment. So if you can get yourself to be at a moderate mood, don’t get an apartment that have the stove next to a wall, and the bathroom has a closet where it’s a sliding door mirror and the mirror is there and the door can backhand smash it.

Asian brooms are the best.

Swiffer is nice.

Steal shit form your parents. If you got a bad wrap with them, take one shoe from their favorite pair and hide it. Maybe not hide it just in a place where its questionably 25 feet away.

If they got a Bluetooth car, disconnect their phone from them once you find their key.

If there’s a clean sink, put a super dirty dish in it… Ahhh, I was never this mischievous before.

Alright time to conclude this:

I recommend reading this helpful article that I read 2 years before this whole incident, and took it into consideration, then remembered it in my time of need.

http://thriftytricks.com/moving-out-for-the-first-time/

I also recommend the list pdf this person provided.

This may not be the best advice but take it into consideration and decide for yourself.

I didn’t leave just because of that night of being kicked out into the stormy heavy rain (I’m laughing right now but I’m not exaggerating, after I got kicked out it was already bad weather, and the roads were flooding. Typing this up a month later thinking back, that, even though I skidded a lot and almost crashed and died. Driving in the rain with emotion stirred can do that.) I left mostly because I didn’t want to be hurt anymore. Mentally and physically. Especially physically.

Understand this, my family and me always had bad blood. Instead of moving out, I could have just camped out at work and comeback to the house after a short while, and forget the whole thing happened.

You walk into a room where everybody was talking, then they become silent? Tells you a lot.

When something happens and they blame you for it, even if it wasn’t your fault, what does that tell you? You speak, but no one listens. Honestly, I was used to it. I could sigh over the annoyance and just wait out the grief till the next day.

It’s all very small things, so little that it’s not drastic enough to make a person move out.

But we don’t stay young forever. The chances we missed won’t stay either. I had to put up with that nonsense since I was 18, I’m 24 now and that I left a month ago.

I might not know what I’m doing, but its better I’ve ever felt in a long time.

The only issue I’m facing now is that I don’t really have a plan… I am constantly thinking, trying to keep my body afloat, I would say head, but I’m not there yet.

I’m not a guru for shit, but I do think that if you have a relationship that you KNOW can’t mend, don’t stick around. If there’s no one who appreciates you for anything that you do, and don’t even give back or apologize for what wrong they did to you (or turn it around and blame their faults on you) just leave. You don’t have to leave the house like I did, but have self-respect and live for you.