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Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^

TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid

Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3

Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.

Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!

Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)

Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König

(I will add the links as I post each part!)

John Price

-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often

-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.

~~

John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.

By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.

You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.

You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”

You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”

You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.

He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.

He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”

“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”

Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”

You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.

You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”

You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."

He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”

"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.

He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.

“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”

He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”

He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”

You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”

~~~~

The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”

He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.

~

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.

~~~~

Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.

He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.

Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.

This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.

He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.

When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.

He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”

You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.

You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”

You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"

"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.

The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.

You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”

You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.

When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”

The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"

He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.

~~~

After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.

You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.

The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.

You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.

You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.

He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.

You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.

It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.

It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.

Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.

You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”

He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”

You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’

You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.

“Si, baby?” you whisper.

His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’

You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”

His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."

"Love," he says with a gentle frown.

"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”

He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"

He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”

You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”

He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”

Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”

You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.

“I love you so much too, Si.”

He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”

You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”

Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”

He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.

You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this hc for Price and Simon! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3

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We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.

🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕

But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.

It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!

Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!

First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.

In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.

That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.

Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.

I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.

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Ok so Im sure this has been talked about but I’m not finding it so far… I’ve watched all of BCS and now on ep 3 of BrBa. I was already feeling this way from BCS but… brba really puts a fine point on it. Compare contrasting EVERY Latino with the main white characters it is just so clear deeply felt and shown moral feeling is something the writers afford their main white characters and not the Latino characters or other people of color. Watching how Crazy 8 was treated vs Walter or even Jesse. And maybe there is something in poverty and racism making people have to act harder, even in private, but really???? Always??? Even in private? Even Nacho, who was allowed some really touching moments of clear introspection wasn’t able to fully give voice to squeamishness over murder. Meanwhile we get all this montage of Walter being Haunted with a capital H over his murders. Druggie jackass Jessie is haunted, maybe with a less capital h. Where is the moral breakdown of the Latino characters? Or, to the writers, were they just born bad and the real story is their struggle to break good

Hey anon! So, as Certified White Bread myself I think it might be a bit outside my lane to offer too much analysis here, but I appreciate the ask and absolutely see where you’re coming from.

I can’t offer much deep thought in regard to BrBa (on any front) because I haven’t seen most of it outside of the Jimmy parts and I genuinely just do not like it (oops). My understanding is that Jesse does become more sympathetic as the show progresses and that Walt goes the other way, but I don’t know if there’s a Latino character who gets to explore the moral quandaries you’re mentioning. Gus of course is pretty complex, but again I mostly know him in the BCS timeline. And then there’s Nacho, who had moments (with his dad) where he was able to be quite soft, but as you said didn’t seem overly bothered by violence/killing (from what I can remember, I could be wrong!).

Part of it may be that in the show’s timeline many of the main characters we’re meeting at the beginning of their breaking bad experiences, while I think most of the people of color we’re meeting further into their journies. Which isn’t to say they aren’t as mentally/emotionally complex, only that the story does need antagonists and so for that purpose we aren’t allowed to witness it? I can’t speak to Vince and Peter’s other works but I think they do tend to approach writing from an individual character perspective and I highly doubt they’d take the stance on any character of theirs being “born bad”, even the ones who by the end are truly evil.

I wish I had a better answer for you. I know Michael Mando has a lot to say about Nacho which you may find interesting, he seems like a pretty intellectual and emotional guy who offers a lot of analysis about the character when asked. I think probably the solution to the disparity you’re feeling is for there to be a more diverse casts in future shows across the board. The obvious trouble with having many of the supporting characters being the POC is that for the sake of story/time they simply aren’t afforded the development that main characters are. I’d like to believe that this will change over time and while I don’t believe it was intentional here (in the sense that I don’t think they were purposefully making the statement “the Latino characters don’t have the moral struggles or complexities of the white characters”) I can absolutely understand your frustrations.

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The Truth (part one)

So as a nice anon once asked for it, here is the first part of my thoughts on which people would find out the truth in the friendly!Impostor sagau, and how/why they managed to do so! :D

 i will probably split this up into multiple posts bc i am kinda new to writing, and also im probably just gonna do general stuff now and specifics later (i really gotta figure out how to work on my posts n stuff as well, i dont even know how to do the ‘read more’ thing qwq)

Mondstadt

so first off the city we all began in, cuz its easy to start with uwu

the ones whomst i think would notice that you are actually the real creator: albedo, eula, kaeya, lisa, rosaria, mona, and maybe venti

albedo, eula, kaeya, lisa and rosaria know because they’re all pretty observant, weather it’s because of their instincts and knowledge ganed throughout their lives (eula, lisa and rosaria) or their paranoia born from wanting to protect their home from themself and/or outside forces (albedo and kaeya)

mona would know because of her ability to see the future, she probably tried looking into yours once and suddenly saw the devine creator on their throne, not hard to connect the dots at that point

i think all the archons would know something is off about you from the moment they meet you, thought they’d take different amounts of time to realise what exactly is going on. I believe venti would be the second of the current archons to know, only beated my the archon of knowledge herself. Afterall, he is all about freedom and creativity, so he has an open mind as to why he feels so weird about you, which leads him to the truth earlier than the other archons

the ones who would think something is suspicious, but either wouldnt think of you as the creator or not have proof woud be: amber, bennett, diluc, and jean

diluc and jean notice because they’re also quite observant, thought they are too devoted to the creator to actually think of you being the real one as a solid theory. they might have spend some moments thinking about it, but dismissed it just a few seconds later

amber and bennett are a special case. they mostly notice because of the time they spend with you. i imagine as an outrider and experienced adventurer amber spends a lot of time showing you the best spots of mondstadt. during these times there are bound to be moments where you are just too lucky, which add up to make her question if you are really just a blessed human, or even more. bennett has kind of the same thought process, but mostly since you are able to protect him from all the incidents his bad luck causes. you can’t just be a normal human, anyone else would’ve already gotten badly hurt being around you! maybe you’re just really special, blessed by the creator to be even able to be near him wtihout any unfortunate incidents.

the ones that are too devoted to find anything off with you are: barbara, noelle and succrose

barabara of course is fully devoted to her archon and the church of the divine creator. the thought of Impostor-chan lying or posing as you would never even crossed her mind, since they could never lie to their followers like that (you did tho lol)

noelle is very similar, though less focused on the church and more on just wanting to please people. she has never been able to say no, and probably went to church at leat every sunday to attend the ceremonies in your name. so it’s hard to connect such an unreachable and seemingly perfect being to you, who doesn’t even know how to survive in the wilderness and always returns from expeditions covered in dirt with a smile on their face

sucrose might seem weird at first because she is more into science, but she believes that this is all part of your grand plan. her experiments are only using what was given by the divine creator after all! So while she might like you for your likeness to the ‘divine being’, it takes a while for her to see past the surface and see you for your actual self

the ones that either don’t care or don’t really seem religious are: diona, fischl, klee and razor

diona and klee are honestly just wayyyyyy too young to really care about religion too much. they’re more interested in blowing up fish or creating a horribly tastig drink, so when they meet you, they don’t have too much of an opinion about the divine creator, and just see you as another fun and slightly reckless adventurer

fischl has too much of a chunibyo syndrome. she has always been enraptured in her own fantasy, which didn’t leave too much room for the divine creator. though she has made up a few scenarios with you in mind, they’re all outlandish enough to never connect to you, which means she will adress you as another one of her followers (and freak out if she ever realises who you actually are)

razor just simply doesn’t really know about you. his lupical taught him of a divine being that created all of the lands, far and near, even those which he and the wolves live in! but he thought that the being would be another wolf like andrius, not a human like you, though you do smell kind of strange... he might not think too much of it thought, since he doesn’t know too much of humans yet

(so uh, yeah! hope this kinda was a good thing to read for ppl! if y’all have any requests or questions, send ‘em in and i’ll try to answer to the best of my ability! :D thanks for reading if you’ve even gotten to this point!!)

[golden-barnes]

Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

-

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?

[hacked-by-jake]

Heyyy!! I'm new here on Tumblr and to Duskwood and I want to make some friends... And it seemed like you are really friendly person and you've been here since a long time so I wanted to ask if you could suggest me some good blogs, and someone nice or maybe someone you think is really a good person... it would be a great help. Thanks in advance :)

Hey Ho, dear Anon!

First of all, a big and warm welcome to Tumblr, to Duskwood, our beautiful Fandom and my blog! I hope you will have a lot of fun and will feel comfortable here! <3 :)

Secondly, thank you very much for your compliment, I am happy to make a friendly impression on you! *-*

Well, I have to say that I don’t know anyone here in fandom that I would say is not a nice or good person. Our fandom actually only has really wonderful people and everyone is incredibly loveable. And, of course, it depends on what content you’re looking for, whether it’s anything in general or fanfictions, memes, fanarts, etc.

Okay, I’m actually not a fan of such tag things because I don’t want to exclude anyone or the like, but I’ll just tag some Duskwood blogs. Active or not, and I hope you’ll find some nice blogs to follow!

@booklover-01040 @yuvon-augold79 @zmayadw @duskwoodraven @mysticpetals @captainwanderlust78 @strikinglight @mirajane01040 @justubi @aesthetics-crow @duskwood-legacies @dreamer-writer-fangirl @duskwood-disco @jakescomputer @jakelogic @luanagmteixeiraart @amelia-bluebell-rw47vr @lostinthememoryy @zusy-hunter @ankeymation @robbybarnes @mimiko1708 @layanasstories @lem-onchan @pennyl4n3 @duskwoodfanfic @incorrectnessduskwood @silentblogsstuff @artic-willow @digital-corruption @jakeismylover @wouldduskwood @i-desire-jake @android-jake-duskwood @spookycolorplaidtaco @do-you-need-a-hacker @heymisssing @nym0sgirl @noface8834 @jakeforever @incorrectduskwood @youngphilosophertragedy @lyricsofravensong @jakey-girl01040 @falling-for-jake @duskwood-jake @phil-duskwood @futuba-queen @intothedarkness17 @yeong @raccoonempire (If I have not tagged someone, please do not take it personally or feel attacked.We are very many blogs here and keeping an overview is not so easy. Plus, feel free to write in the comments if I have forgotten you, I will definitely add you. <3)

And since you’re new to Tumblr, dear Anon, I also recommend you look for Duskwood based hashtags. I suppose that’s how you found me.

But I recommend #duskwood #duskwood game #everbyte studio / everbyte studios #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood or #duskwood + a character you want Look through the posts there and I’m sure you’ll also find blogs that you like.

I very much hope that I was able to help you somehow.

Of course, my ask box is always open, as well as my private messages. Feel free to come back for questions or other things!

I hope you will have a beautiful day/evening/night! Take care of yourself and stay healthy! Have fun! 💚🌹🎭

[writemyaceattorneys]

If you ask me, good yandere content always focuses on the horror first and foremost B)

I dont know if ill get anything of that out here because i've put a lot of focus on phoenix in my drabbles/ideas so i think im just gonna bRANCH OUT-

Godot

Okay okay but. Using pixel as a nickname when referring to S/O, varying between kitten when needed in mia's POV for TT case 4, and even asking a question on their preferred way of having coffee somewhere in the case

Because the man's mostly blind, i imagine that he'd probably want to ""reach out"" (of you get what i'm saying) to S/O sooner because there's less ways to interract, save for perhaps 3-4 which just reinforces his beliefs.

Apollo

I have. Struggled for SO LONG. To try and picture him in a yandere light. Mans just a bit too normal almost, save for the backstory...

But he has lost a lot of people...

So a fear of loss make culminate into either a LOT of appreciative comments when the cats out of the bag in AA:AJ or...

A day where S/O wakes up in a far different room than they went to bed in,a room reinforced with metal, comforts and them in chains a note before them stating the following:

I'm so sorry.

But we've been through too much together. I cant bear to lose you too when you no longer like the games.

Just... please dont be mad.

-apollo.

And then his arrival with a face of somehow innocent worry just ruins S/O.

Also he's probably be very attentive to S/O's unease which woukd be pretty useful for helping them "settle in".

Also mikeko.

Klavier

I do believe that klavier is a mild yandere, wanting to be better than his brother or something, so despite all the flirting that almost made it seem like klapollo was canon save for the mystery of his "muse" that lengthened chapter 3 with another piece of music (how strange, they noted, it wasnt ambiguous at all who the person he sung about was... but why did it aound so much like them? It didn't make sense, both in and out of universe. Not to mention it was barely law themed -something about cyber crime?).

So its a lot more ambiguous that he actually brought them into the world, even if that audio track did make him seem a bit more off,

But he's helped and believed them when no-one else has and it's not like he knew they thought he was just a character, right? So what was there to worry about but helping them find their bearings with a new friend?

Never mind the fact the room he had prepared as they stayed at his place was just to their likings.

Nahyuta

(I tend to prefer using they/them for nahyuta for just a heads up)

Nayhuta would probably come acroas more friendly in trials i'd imagine, as compared to canon because lets be honest, save for how poised and calm they are, they do tend to come off as more of an ass with how cold they are initially, so to invoke more of a liked response from S/O they very may well go and smile a lot more.

But when S/O is in their world, presumably post SoJ...

Well, they may be still coming out of their shell, but a regent would have a lot to show someone they so adore who's new to their culture, even if they're very confused to as to why someone of such high inportance is placing them on equal footing;

Its because you helped save them and khura'in, of course, don't be foolish.

-🌌 anon

I completely agree. It's what makes the difference between an accurate yandere fic and romanticised toxicity.

I also refer to Nayhuta with they/them pronouns so that's fine. Just so everyone knows, I don't mind which pronouns you use when talking about Nayhuta. I just personally use they/them for Nayhuta because for me they just give off "gender? since when" vibes.

I love your ideas 🌌Anon! Branching out has been successful!! (though don't feel pressured to branch out unless you wanna talk about these characters :D, if you wanna talk about spikey man at any time then you go for it 😤👍)

I won't add much on here, you've got the basis for some really cool ideas so if anyone else wants to add on then feel free :D

[hereforsobbe]

If you could have a dinner party and could invite only 10 followers who would you invite and why?

Hiii anon!! Thanks for your ask, it's very interesting and when i read it i saw it clear. I don't like ranking them because they all are kind to me and that's what i appreciate so i want to make clear that i love them all for how they treat me and no one's is more than anyone.

@pamouche : why? Because she's my closest friend here. I feel i can talk to her about my worries and she's always there for helping💛 also, she recommends me awesome apps for making edits. if it wasn't for her i couldn't do some of my edits, but this is secondary 💛 love her voor altijd.

@skam-wtfock-sobbe my dear Elsa. She's the first friend i had here when i only had my other blog. Although we don't talk as often as we used to, she always reminds me from time to time that i have a friend in her💜💜 love her too

@claire-de-lune i love talking with her. I want to be there if she needs me because i know she'd do the same. She never has bad words to me, on the contrary, she makes me laugh with her naturalness♥️ and her blog omg it's pure beauty.

@jackfrostsander i love seeing him on my notifications ✨ he always likes or reblog my posts and that makes me smile because I know he's there. Also, i love when he wants to comment something with me and he makes me feel that i helped him. Oh what a comforting feeling✨✨

@debussyatmidnight in this case I have to admit first that her posts are... AWESOME!!! I reblog them automatically!! Really, i love seeing her on my dashboard. And ofc, she's kind and friendly to me and i can comment with her anything that worries me and she knows how to help me🧡🧡 i love talking to her💋💋

@slowlyrusting we both like Troye Sivan and that's important 😉 idk if it's a boy or a girl but i love seeing him or her on my notifications too specially when it's a picrew 🤭 i love all his or her tags💚 and i really have a good time when we talk💚

@onzeziggy Aww when i read a post of her saying her message box is always open i talked to her and i could find out how sweet, kind and friendly she is💙 And her sobbe videos omg i can't wait to see a new one💙 so happy for knowing her☺️

@sandersdocs idk how to say it in English but in Spanish when someone has the same name as you it's called "tocayo" or "tocaya". Well, she's MY TOCAYA😍 i love her and not only for that but also because she's very easy to talk to and she makes me feel very comfortable 💕💕

@indimlights we don't talk as much as we used to but it's okay because i keep all the good things. I feel he's there if i want to share an opinion with him and, as always, i know he will be objective, what makes me see things from other perspectives 😘😘

@foxsake5 i remember we had a misunderstanding because of Tumblr's fault but luckily, it was only that: a misunderstanding. And I'm so happy we talked about it and let things clear because i love being her mutual🥰🥰🥰

To finish, I'd love to give a HUGE HUG to all of them🤗🤗🤗

Please let me add @unhappilysane 🙏 i promise i love you too🥺

[natakari-tash]

More lies, more projecting..

Anons by their side, wow, doesn't sound familiar at all.

December 2019 has been a long time ago, I've been in the twitter GC when the "confrontation" happened. Been confused by the way it all exploded, I remember that clearly. This group chat has always been and meant to be a safe space, to vent, to discuss fandom things, talk about the show too. When misunderstandings happened they were either cleared up in chat or in messages or just given time to cool off. People clash sooner or later, you can't agree with everyone on everything, nothing wrong about that. No one is, will be nor was blamed for leaving the chat, even less for taking a break from the fandom. Also need to add that all fans are equal regardless the followers or whatever reason someone finds to assign as "qualifying" to be better than others. So, a group chat of fans that are friends, new people added here and there, new friendships made, fallouts happen here and there, friends talk again, life continues.

Except... This was never a problem to these two. Tink and Saz. They saw and seem to still see it the same way (if not worse) as back then. That Min is the problem. Guilty of always speaking condescendingly to other fans according to both, considering Tink an "idiot" which was pulled out of thin air (again, I happened to open the chat on those messages, closed it as I thought it has been cleared up to an extent).

How did Saz reply to my message where I reached out to her?  "I'm sorry you feel that way"

See? No remorse. Claimed she wasn't uncomfortable with the whole gc but uncomfortable and scared of Min. Sell that bs to someone else.

According to Saz, the whole chat was okay with Min's horrible behavior that no one dared to speak about nor put a stop to it which had to be changed. When no one bit her bait she was clearly free to claim we're all horrible people that gang up on others and attack them relentlessly whenever they think differently. She's still saying it. Wow, standing up to hurting people, to lies, to other obvious bs makes you an awful person. Guess I shouldn't report anyone who attacks shippers solely for the ship and not behavior.

How dare friends vent for the past pain some fans inflicted on them and keep it contained in *gasp* a group chat that isn't public and everyone is free to be themselves?! The woooorst.

Okay, back to those memories.. Soon enough Saz was yet again defending Tink, claiming Min didn't stop but supposedly made subposts or sth and even threatened and blackmailed her.

Uh, wtf?? Way to twist words, wow, taking everything someone posts as personal. So healthy...

I've left them alone, so did my friends from chat and outside it. It's always the two that mention us in some way, add a lie etc. They do it in cycles they keep accusing us of.

Turn off that projector already, you two, move on, stop being vengeful spirits, c'monnn.

I'm not sure what happened before and what after, me messaging Saz or her messaging people from the chat she supposedly considered friends like Tink supposedly did too, I am sure that Saz went around trying to pull people with her and stand up to the massive threat that she clearly still sees Min as. I never messaged Tink. None of the people that have been contacted from the chat that have known Min for longer than me and also irl, none have agreed with Saz. What's even worse, Saz fed all that to another friend that I didn't see as being played by her, used this friend at the confrontation. That it indeed took me long to see.

At a point the two admitted that why they joined the chat for over a year, planning to leave it soon, that they regretted thinking it was a good idea, then both acted like that didn't happen- never said that, that no one saw that. Suuuure.

Hey, people have memory not just eyes. Your bs is not any less bs, Tink, Saz. Think we'll just ignore what we know know and ignore your maskless faces? Nah. Nice try.

Filp and flop, bitter then not and not then bitter again, contradicting selves again and again, taking every swing our way as an opportunity to add to it...

Like I mentioned already, it's cyclic. Feeling attacked so they let it out, then silence from them about it, bam, silence, more lies, silence, more slander, silence, new name for the horrible gc, silence and without doubt there's been bad mouthing in the months I moved on and didn't even remotely think of either of them.

When I expressed doubt to Saz about her words she took it as intimidation tactics, that this is what she gets or daring to disagree with Min and trying to call out Min. Her words. That I'm blind if I can't see the problem with Min, also that I'm bullying her.

Hello? Irony anyone? Self-awareness?? No one's home. Naturally. She's the frigging blind one. When it's more than one person that tells you you're wrong maybe take a step back and consider seeing where you're wrong and work on it. Saz and Tink have been around Min for less than others within the chat if I'm correct. Hell, I didn't know Min for as long as Chriss, Shea, Dot, Hikari, Sam and many others, yet still enough to see how Min is. A person, that like everyone can mess up, fight, apologize,  stand up to inaccuracies, to bs and other things while doing their thing, living their life, having their views...

Saz and Shea talked, anyone that knows anything about Shea knows that she won't just nod to bs and . She knows how people can get, knows how to handle them, had a job like that. She can go from zero to murder cop if necessary. Being Min's partner she looked into the situation and guess what? The whole thing has been taken out of proportions, there was no condescending tone, and also no innocents she said. I'll never forget that. No innocents. No one was innocent. There have been mistakes made my Min, being condescending WASN'T one of them.  

Yes, I've accused Saz of being okay with Yeshim because Drula is all buddy with Yeshim who Saz was (is?) friendly with, true, had to see the reaction. Did I believe that? Nope. That reaction along with the previous messaging told me enough on its own. Wasn't seeing her as a friend when I first messaged her already yet still being open to hear her side but nothing more cause it was clear to me she won't change her mind any soon nor will apologize to everyone she hurt. Her reply showed me she didn't and doesn't care about anyone in the chat but her and Tink.

I'll say it no matter how many times it needs to be said. If one of my friends does sth wrong and I see it I'll most likely contact them, reach out to them, tell them they did sth wrong, do it within a chat as it happens if needed. 

My point? I don't manipulate the people I consider as friends.

And once again.. Not only I'd notice the superiority in tone if there was any, I'd frigging mention it and talk about it. Most likely in DMs.

It looked like a misunderstanding at first, handled poorly, it uncovered a whole mountain of yikes in the end, kept getting worse since then. I think Saz never truly saw anyone in chat as her friends, she wouldn't accuse us that fast and keeping it up so long if she did. Acting like we betrayed her not the other way around.

Now the cult thing, Polol Discord server, Min being the cult leader.. Saz is lying again. Tink too. Notice the pattern?

Min being guilty of sth. Them not able to see what's right infront of their noses. People supposedly fearing Min and afraid to disagree. Min being a mighty fearful cult leader for having certain knowledge & being specialized in their fields. Uh, not happening. Obsessed much?

Ask anyone in the server, I'm waiting.

Stop projecting your issues on people, Saz and Tink. Not anyone's fault around here you feel inferior, feel the need to save people from others, feeling threatened without being threatened, playing victim for who knows how long so far, assigning power and clout where it's not in play at all. Therapy is nothing shameful, moving on is necessary. Please.

[thatiranianphantom]

Could the villain of s5 actually turn out to be... TABITHA?!! (This will be in two parts as I can't fit it all in here in one) Part 1, I just can't shake this thought after ep 10. I realized looking back, puzzling everything together: that girl is shady AF. Too many things link back to her or the Tates' diner: The "apparition" of the aliens with the lights -> both times, at Pop's diner. She was the only one besides Jug and Nana Rose to know about the alien corpse in the diner, and poof it

Oopss might take 3, sorry see how I go. part 2 disappears one night? Just before the specialist could examine it, how convenient...She left her 6 figures job in Chicago to take over a small diner in a crappy, shady, soon-to-be ghost town. Is it really a gesture of family loyalty OR are the Tates nurturing and feeding the Mothmen legend, perhaps to keep customers attracted or for an even shadier reason? When she realized the diner was a fading& failing business in Riverdale, did she become

Woww part 3 angry at her bad choices and decided to revive the legend her grandpa "started"/reappropriated? Is Pop really all that good? How come one of the oldest resident of the town that makes everyone monsters was the only one to stay uncorrupted?Remember that strange look she and Pop shared when Squeaky left town to her death on the Highway?Tabitha was there all the time when Jug was investigating, with Pop, with nana rose, with the anthropologist, at the support group, in the bunker,

And lastly 4. she followed everything, so is she playing a role, is she actually a good actress that manipulates puppets in the dark and watch her little play unfold while acting surprised and friendly?Did she really only put mushrooms in that burger?And who mentionned out of the blue for the first time the Mothmen, to Jug, setting him on that path? Tabitha.

An interesting theory, anon! We’ve done villain stories/redemption arcs before, so I guess anything is possible!

I tend to think she’s not a villain, if only because they appear to be trying to add more diversity and equal time for other characters to the cast (ha) and that would not be a good look for Tabitha. But I completely get not trusting the newcomer! Actually, sounds kinda like my S5 fic - and if anyone is reading that one, I want you to remember I started writing it before Tabitha was ever introduced! 

I am not a Tabitha superfan but I do like her, so I hope she is actually good. And gets paired with Reggie - pretty please?

[barbika1508]

Intentionally unintentional (Peter Pevensie x Reader / Fluff)

Word Count: 5,2k

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None, there’s just fluff

Summary: Finding the High King is harder than it might seem at first, but it’s not unusual for Y/N to drag him out of trouble most often than not.

Authors Note: Omaru is the name of the grounds where Aslan’s camp was placed on in the first book and Movie. So, I simply used the name of it to name a Lord after it.

Here you go anon who requested fluff!!!! I hope you liked it :3

Unbelievable. Truly. Unbelievable.

‘’Lady Y/N.’’ the greeting is friendly, but I can only offer a nod of acknowledgement and a brief smile as I pass a gorgeous nymph and a talking bear that’s walking next to her. They are heading into the direction of the Apple orchard from where I’m marching from. I’m tempted to start running to rush this process faster, but the notion would notion would raise awareness and at this moment unwanted as I don’t want anyone to worry or panic unnecessarily just because I can’t offer smiles or words of reassurance in my haste.

My dress on occasion tangles itself almost joyfully around my legs, causing me to stumble and literally come to a stop by jumping here and there. This is why pants work and are practical, why I love pants. Dresses aren’t my forte but ever since I’ve been promoted, my knighthood elevated I had to make changes to my wardrobe which Lucy didn’t have any problems in helping out with. Accordingly, to unofficial but official rules of the court dresses are of preference for females. Usually I don’t mind following the rules but some rules occasional spark distastefulness in my mouth like right now. I seriously dislike the Royal court this instance.

Only in times like these it dawns on me how big Cair Paravel actually is. The many rooms, nocks and crannies’ it has and still unexplored and hidden rooms from what I’ve heard it just goes on and on, up down and yes all around. But uncovering mysteries is an agenda for another day, my current plans already going sideways which to be honest was to be expected it’s the disappointment that was not however - anger yes. It isn’t until my calves start to burn that I slow down, still tempted to run but instead I end up walking in big strides with a grim expression on which a lovely naiad points out once I cross a courtyard with a fountain in the middle. Her sisters greet me in giggles the comment roaring up a dose of laughter. I simply offer them a brief smile of acknowledgement before hurrying my step ahead shaking of the brief moment of embarrassment.

After what feels like a few kilometres of walk, I reach the High King’s study surprised to see the doors opened. Peeking inside the room there’s only a faun working over some scrolls and documents, moving and folding them, over the grand table that has been placed there to hold meetings with more people.

‘’Ah my lady.’’ The faun is quick to notice me, letting go of his work as he sidesteps and offers a bow. I return it back stepping inside eyes running over the scrolls looking for an indication of what sort of discussion may have happened in my absence. I end up turning to Mentius.

‘’Where’s the High King? He was supposed to be here??’’ at my question he averts his gaze.

‘’I’m afraid to reveal that in a certain sense he was abducted by a few lords.’’

My eyebrows raise up hands coming to rest over my hips, while I run my tongue over my left cheek ‘’Abducted?’’ I inquire narrowing my eyes at the already nervous looking faun, that fumbles with some scrolls on the table.

‘’Yes, they have guided him out of the study. I am not certain where their intentions lie or where they might have led him to. Or the matter of discussion.’’ He looks apologetic once he lifts his eyes up shyly.

I simply hum at first tapping my foot impatiently as I glance at the painted ceiling, the fresco portraying a story that Peter likes and which he chose. It’s a nice short story which supposedly happened near the beginning of Narnian’s creation and it includes a table of beavers and the King’s firstborn helping them out.

‘’Hm alright.’’ I straighten up and offer a wide smile ‘’I greatly thank you for your honesty Mr. Mentius. I’d suggest for you to run away while you can and take the rest of the day off. I bid you farewell.’’ With that and a fumbling goodbye from the nervous faun, I turn around and head outside my second destination being the throne room.

I have an inkling of an idea of what the lords want, and which ones have ambushed poor Peter. There have been words going around, made up rumours from certain noblemen of wanting to be gifted land on Galma, and perhaps even Avra. It irks me just the thought of it, the greediness that the men are starting to portray. Most of them being humans doesn’t ease my slowly growing nerves over them visiting us the last few days.

‘’Darling Y/N!’’ a voice calls out startling me. I trail off a few more steps head turning around spotting Lucy as she skips over to me enthusiastically, holding onto a richly weaved flower crown ‘’Why are you in such a hurry? Where is the fire?’’ she asks bubbly coming to a stop in front of me.

‘’I’m trying to find your older brother. He has a habit of slipping through my fingers, as of lately. Intentionally or not.’’ I complain sincerely which has her chuckling immediately her eyes crinkling as she gleefully nods.

‘’It’s mostly unintentional, and very rarely intentional.’’ She defends him swiftly ‘’What trouble has he gotten himself now into?’’

‘’In his defence he probably didn’t do anything, besides being nice.’’ I grumble crossing my arms while she tilts her head giving me a fond look.

‘’Poor thing.’’ She coos shaking her head. I spot a group of nymphs further ahead at the gardens, peeking around the corner of a gate and a column towards us, all murmuring between one another clearly up to something ‘’Being nice and polite is a given, but taking advantage of it…’’ she trails off looking conflicted, hands mindlessly stroking the flower petals.

I reach forward placing my right hand over hers brining her gaze up to me again ‘’That’s why I’m here. I’ll get him away no problem. It’s easier to blame me it’s what I’m here for.’’ I tease winking, and then pull her into a hug ‘’You on the other hand should go back to your friends. They are missing you.’’ As I lean back, I point backwards. Lucy follows my direction looking just in time as squeaks reach our ears and the girls disappear.

‘’Ah I see.’’ She says smirking widely and turns forward after a moment ‘’I wish you the best of luck in your quest. And if anyone dares to blame you for anything you find me and I’ll take care of it!’’ I’m surprised at the end at the slight change in her tone and the warning in her words. My astonishment gives her enough time to stand on her tip toes and place the flower crown onto my head.

‘’What are you…’’ she’s quick to shush me with a smile, fingers gentle and fleeting working my hair, to hold the flower crown steady atop my head ‘’This is unnecessary your majesty.’’

She instantly snorts at the title I use to address her and steps behind me, taking in her handywork while I simply smile at the slight weight over my head loving the sweet smell that the flowers are emitting ‘’it is very necessary. I keep saying and will keep saying it; you are meant to wear flower crowns.’’ She beams as she stands in front of me once more and takes me in, hand taking a hold of my own ‘’Now I give you my full blessing to do whatever you please with my brother.’’

This time around laughter raises up from my own chest at the secret and not so secret implication ‘’You are being ridiculous truly. And sneaky.’’ I add giving her a glare as she starts to walk backwards the murmurs and chatter present once more.

‘’Me, no. You’ve must have mistaken me for some else Lady Y/N.’’ she says playfully still backing away slowly, her words making me shake my head, hands flying up for the flower crown which remains unmoving. She’s a professional I swear.

‘’Uh huh. Have a nice day your majesty.’’ I call back as she turns around. She offers a last glance waving to me before he walks around the corner joining her ladies and friends, cheers and laughter rising. Such a nice sweet girl our Lucy is. Taking in a breath, I check to find the throne room empty some folks cleaning and dusting it. Not wanting to disturb them, I do curiously as on instinct make a detour to the gardens near the throne room. It’s a place where mostly people “run off to” whenever we have balls, or gatherings, celebrations ecc.

On a day to day basis, only people that take care of the gardens tend to roam around here. And on occasion I do love it myself to just walk around the layered balconies fully enjoying the magnificent view of the sea and castle no matter the weather. It is always breath-taking.

Greeting passing satyrs and dwarfs, along with a tiger and excited looking group of mice I make my way to the marble fence, lips turning into a wide smile once my eyes lay fully on the glistering calm sea that stretches ahead of me.

In the corner of my eye I spot movement. It captures my attention brining my eyes downwards, and finally praise Aslan I spot my target. Poor Peter is right in the middle of the half circle of 5 humans that all but surround him. I lean onto the wide fence wanting to get closer and hear what they are actually discussing. MY gaze lands on the High King that is mostly silent looking between the lords trying to clearly portray himself as if he’s interested in what they are saying. He looks uncomfortable. It makes me smirk knowing that he’s sort of suffering. It’s funny. (I don’t mean that in a malicious way)

Not wanting to waste any more time, I walk over to the steps and skip a bit recklessly over a few, landing on my feet successfully every time I reach flat ground. By the time I reach the 5th balcony which is the lowers one of this level, I compose myself into a lady whilst the lords quiet down after noticing my presence.

‘’Lady Y/N, how nice of you to have joined us.’’ Peter greets contrastingly cheerful, as the lords greet me somewhat stoically. In return I turn to the High King addressing him first and then spare the lords a greeting. The older men even though offer pleasantries and smiles, make it clear that the mood has been soured.

‘’I do apologize for my interruption lords, your majesty. It took me a while to find you. You simply disappeared I’ve been told.’’ I state unabashed putting on an expression of wonder to mock the men. I do make sure that I stand next to the High King, not missing the way he shifts in favour of standing even closer to me.

‘’Ah it is not, as if we were hiding my Lady.’’ One chuckles his undertone noticeably mocking. I play along smiling and nodding as they exchange looks.

‘’Yes, yes, I believe you my Lord. There must have been a miss-communication of sorts.’’ I reply glancing at Peter not missing the ‘Please help me’ look he gives along with an apologetic half smile that’s easy to read. Haaaaa he should feel guilty. ‘’Anyhow can I offer up my assistance given that I’m finally here? I must have missed the invitation for this meeting I do offer my sincere apologies.’’ Just to be extra and a bit petty I bow my head in apology offering the men an innocent expression.

Again, they exchange looks between one another, knowing that I’ve caught them ‘’The lords were discussing about benefits for nobility, and certain deserving Narnians.’’ Peter speaks up with a smirk on his lips quick to spill the tea so to speak. I don’t miss how a lord that’s comes from the great river and far up north who is known not to lie his eyes widening almost comically for a moment ‘’In war times as we all well know we award our people, for their bravery, heroism and even if they are simply in need. And given these peaceful and rich times, why shouldn’t we continue being generous. Times are good, and even in good times we could and should give out good will and rewards.’’

I immediately nod, not missing the way Peter’s eyes whilst he talks take me in, gaze lingering over my features and the flower crown.

‘’That sounds like a very good and very selfless idea from you my lords. I praise for your humbleness.’’ I cheer still playing along turning to the serious men ‘’Can I hear some of the suggested ideas please?’’

Again, nobody says anything, the men sending glances towards the High King as if he’s one of them, waiting for him to speak further. Peter on the other hand takes a look at them and ends up smirking as he turns to me, hands at his sides one resting over his left hip where his sword would be. He has a habit of mindlessly reaching for the hilt the action endearing.

‘’The initial idea from our noblemen, was to give out land on Galma for starters. But that’s just an idea at the moment being.’’

I keep silent and turn behind to glance across the sea towards where the island can be seen on clear days. I try keeping back the inkling of anger that spike in me and put on a smile as I face the men.

‘’And an idea it shall remain.’’ I state overly cheerfully perhaps ‘’May I advise that we organize festivals your majesty to consider? Friendly competitions that anyone can participate in, and stands to boost businesses for individuals? Of course, that’s another reason to travel and revisit Narnia and it’s many beauties.’’

At my suggestion Peter’s eyes sparkle, face lightening up ‘’That is a very well-rounded idea Lady Y/N!’’ he acclaims ‘’We should have called for you much earlier. What are your thoughts on this my lords?’’ he turns to the men that are quick to act, putting on big smiles.

‘’Ah wonderful.’’

‘’What a stupendous idea my lady.’’

‘’Very well thought out indeed.’’

If I had a penny for every time that someone acted fake…

‘’That is only meant for the common folk with due respect my lady. Our thoughts were going along the lines of men that have fought in battles and who have upheld peace in the recent years. Men that need time off, to free their minds from their troubles.’’ Ah there he is the rebellious lord of Omaru finally laying the cards on table. I bite back a cough, and snarky remark of him just mentioning men. As if women didn’t fight or contribute to Narnia.

I narrow my eyes at him crossing my arms but make sure I cup my right cheek making an effect of looking as if I’m thinking hard about his words, squaring up my shoulders.

‘’It is why festivals and contests are a place and occurrence to take their minds off. Maybe travels around our lands. We can start to talk about building a rehabilitation space of sorts somewhere near the woods preferably.’’ I reply ‘’Galma’s land isn’t ours to just give so freely my Lord. Nor to our esteemed noblemen and noblewomen, nor to the High King himself. Whoever is in possession of said lands we’d have to pay off fairly. Man, woman or the kingdom. Narnia isn’t here to be owned by us; whatever you are given must be earner with honesty and valour.’’ I politely and calmly explain not breaking eye contact with the said lord who is a man in his forties and has made a name for himself by building his town from grounds up after the war ‘’Besides my dear Lords, people look up to us. They look up to you, saviours of our beloved lands and hearts. We are only human that is true, and greed can be hard to resists that’s understandable. But at the end of the day gentlemen we have been put into the positions in which we stand for I’m sure good reasons. Maybe intentionally or unintentionally by Aslan’s will perhaps.’’

Check mate. Nobody pips a word, as they stare at me, some with blank expressions others with frustrations burning beneath the surface. My words were clear and hold a heaviness to them. Anyone that tries to contradict me especially after the last part of my sentence, would be to speak against Aslan himself. And yes, yes, I’ve played dirty just now bringing his name into this mess that the men before me have created. The 4 lords keep quiet but huddle closer next to one another, quietly starting to debate what has just transpired all the while Lord Omaru to my surprise doesn’t remove his gaze away from me. He offers a lopsided smirk instead steely blue eyes holding my own.

His gaze starts to make me feel uncomfortable giving me an inkling as if he’s having ideas of pushing me off the balcony. Thank Aslan, that Peter gets my attention shifting closer to me ‘’Well pointed out Lady Y/N. I do have to apologize for my tardiness…’’ he starts off almost making me roll my eyes – I don’t. I instead shake my head and grab for his forearm shutting him up, as I step backwards. He goes along willingly taking a step forward.

‘’My dear lords, please excuse us but we do have other urgent matters to attend to as it was scheduled. Please consult between yourselves an we can pick up this discussion in the following days. I wish you a good day.’’ Not having patience anymore, I completely ignore as they start to greet us in return half bowing down whilst I all but drag the High King away reaching the stairs in no time. For the first 2 levels I hitch up my dress and try to walk up composed and yet I end up letting go of the boy behind me and sprint up. I ignore the burn in my thighs and legs, panting loudly once we reach the top of the stairs and walk out of the men’s sight towards the building, the glass wall starting midway of the wall whilst we stand on the corner of it.

‘’Was that really needed?’’ Peter pants catching up to me a few steps behind. I lean over, placing my hands onto my knees to support myself as I try catching my breath, lungs only slightly burning at the strain ‘’That was quite intense wasn’t it?’’ he wonders out loud looking a bit better than I am feeling. Although it does seem like we’ve ran out of shape. Hm it’s a good initiative to start practicing sword fighting. Gathering myself enough to start moving again the first thing I do I legit punch him on the arm ‘’OUUUU!!’’ he whines grabbing a hold of his arm.

‘’Dummy!!’’ I exclaim glaring at him ‘’How hard is it to actually say no??!?!’’

He looks at me startled but breaks into a grin arms rising up. Within a step he’s right in my personal space and pulls me into his chest gleefully ‘’NO you jerk!’’ I protest immediately trying to push him away. Of course, I don’t success as his grip is secure not giving me any wiggle room. He boyishly laughs, clearly enjoying himself as I grumble ‘’You don’t get to laugh, you owe me big time mister!’’ I manage to lean back enough to look at him ‘’Big time!’’

His grin turns into half a pout as he can’t stop smiling ‘’I must relay to you my sincerest apologies my lady. I do apologize from the bottom of my heart…’’ he puts on this ridiculous and very mocking tone, using words that have me grinning in return and covering my mouth with my hand not to burst into laughter.

‘’Peter!!!!’’ I wine in protest pushing against his chest with both hands. He ends up breathing out once harshly at my push but laughs instead, hands not leaving me.

‘’I’m sorry my love.’’ He switches back to normal, pursing his lips in an attempt to kiss me. But unlike him I always keep an eye out on my surroundings; and this time can hear the lords first before seeing them or they us. Glancing around there’s a bush fittingly placed right behind us a step away.

‘’Nope!’’ I murmur and take a determined step back, bringing him with me from the tiled floor onto grass. He trips over my own two feet, and my sudden move has us crashing down like falling trees. Naturally as gravity would have it, he lands on me knocking all air from my lungs but at least we are out of sight.

‘’Y/N are you…’’ instead of worrying about myself as I heave for a moment, I raise both hands in panic to cover his mouth, breathing harsh through my nose.

‘’Shhhhh!’’ with the warning being expressed he remains confused as I turn my head to the side looking through the bush listening the how the men are bad mouthing me. Peter meanwhile readjusts his position shifting enough to slide next to my body, leaving an ache behind and maybe a bruise or two. For a moment I panic once more that the lords are going to pick the way ahead of us to enter the castle, which will give them the full view of us hiding. Luckily enough their voices linger as they sort of hang around not talking all that quietly.

‘’Who does she think she is?’’ I smirk at the obvious anger finding that the men are acting like little boys, as expected. Turning over to Peter who has lowered my hands down from his face, he’s glaring towards them with anger as well, getting red in the face ‘’Foolish little girl! I don’t care if she’s a war hero or not, she should be put in place…’’

I cup Peter’s cheeks before he can get up and raise hell so to speak. His blue eyes dart to me, frustration clear in his gorgeous blue orbs. I lean in knowing him well enough to assume that his next move is to jump up and that my action will distract him. My lips slot against his with familiarity bringing that fluffy and soft filling to wash over me.

The court doesn’t exactly know that we’ve been courting one another for some time now. They don’t necessarily officially know, or have been briefed because we haven’t made the announcement. But unofficially yeah, I think the whole castle, or probably whole of Narnia knows that we are in some shape or form liking one another.

Not risking it by making any sounds, I do boldly let my tongue run over his upper lip before pulling back teeth tugging onto his lower one. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at me with a darkened gaze, not changing it even when I let go of him. I offer a bright grin and innocent expression, gaze lowering between his plump lips and eyes, while listening to the men that finally decide to leave and most likely plot some conspiracy behind our backs.

‘’You little tease.’’ He murmurs silently just forcing me to kiss him, because of how handsome he is in this moment. I mean he’s always handsome, but right now the sun is hitting him perfectly through the leaves of the bush, dotting his skin, and highlighting his eyes whenever the leaves move.

I simply hum in reply, still pressing kisses to his face as he tries to give me an unimpressed expression. His lips are twitching which is giving him away ‘’Not at all your majesty. I was only trying to distract you from doing anything rash. I am just doing my job.’’ I even give him a wink which prompts him to shake his head at me. I end up giggling quietly and lie my head down as the position I’ve put myself into put a strain on my neck.

‘’Ah sure, rely all your hidden intentions and agendas onto your job. That for certain can be excused in court.’’ He grumbles half-heartedly sarcasm peeking through his words.

I gasp instead, hand hitting him gently over his right shoulder ‘’In court?’’ I try keeping my voice down as I stare at him flabbergasted at his statement ‘’Are you planning on putting me away my king?’’

‘’There’s a possibility I might be.’’ He confirms shifting. I watch as he raises over me, supporting himself on his elbows, face inches away from my own hands coming up to readjust the flower crown that has managed to stay put.

‘’For whatever reason, your grace? What heinous crime have I committed to have earned your disapproval?’’ I play along, hand flying to my forehead as I act as if I’m regretting my actions. Chuckles fill the air, as he dives down and is quick to nip at my bared neck, lips ghosting over my skin which earns him some breathless gasps.

‘’I’m afraid it’s the worst kind of crime, dear lady.’’ He whispers lips reaching my ear. His breath ghosts over my neck, making me giggle all the more besides the fact that hits me; we’re acting like teenagers hiding behind bushes. This is ridiculous.

‘’Oh goodness me. What can I do my king? Please I get of you how can I repent for my bad doings?’’ I go on staring at him in amusement once he raises his head up, eyes finding my own.

His eyebrow arches as he smirks ‘’For starters you can…’’

‘’They are gone your majesty.’’ A whisper reaches our ears. Both of us freeze in our spots, hearts hammering in our chest while eyes fleet around us. For a moment nothing changes until the bush starts to rustle and has, Peter rising up ‘’The lords are gone.’’ the same whisper is back, prompting me to follow after Peter who stands up dusting his front, as he looks around while I wait for his signal still sitting down looking overhead and past him. There’s no one in sigh.

‘’Ah yes, thank you for the warning Dumnus.’’ Peter is quick to thank whoever is on the lookout apparently, hands reaching for me helping me to rise onto my feet.

‘’You should hurry along over to the north side I’ve lured the others to dine just around the corner on the lower terrace.’’ the satyr is smirking amusedly once he comes into my sight.

Peter is preoccupied looking around making sure that nobody is watching this odd encounter while I offer a bring grin to the satyr ‘’How kind of you. Great thanks Dumnus, we won’t forget this!’’ I want to offer more but at the moment I find myself trying to push down laughter as my thoughts earlier resurface. We are literally acting like teenagers. Even Peter as he tugs me backwards has a hard time keeping himself serious and well royal.

‘’Yes, later.’’ He adds awkwardly tugging me along.

‘’Hurry your majesties.’’

Before I can burst into uncontrollable laughter Peter is breaking into a run hand holding my own. Grinning ear to ear I follow along, surpassing the throne room outside completely as the king picks a side entrance, checking the surrounding inside first before he pulls through with him. I’m ready to dart into the direction of the hallway on the right, coming up with a plan on avoiding everyone by taking the long route around, to reach the Apple orchard where I’ve arranged a picnic for us. Hopefully no one found or spot and ate the food or something.

Just as I open my mouth to urge him on, his mouth and well face somewhat crash into me on accident ‘’Ah fudge.’’ He hisses hands reaching for his mouth, while I reach for my nose staring at him incredulously at what just happened.

He reopens his eyes to look at me through a frown ‘’Well that was poorly planned on my part.’’ He points out, as I laugh not being able to hold myself back. I’m having the time of my life to be entirely honest. Reaching up I guide his hands away taking in the damage I might have unintentionally done to his handsome features.

‘’A tiny bit yeah.’’ I confirm licking over my lips, as I smile caressing his cheeks while his eyes take me in ‘’No wounds, no scratches.’’ I state ‘’Nothing to brag about from your newest misadventure.’’ He chuckles at that pulling me in like before into his embrace, hands warm as they encircle my waist.

‘’I always have something to brag about when it comes to you, my love.’’ The reply spurs butterflies to awaken in my stomach, and some sort of giddiness to overtake me forcing me to sport a blush over my cheeks.

‘’Awww, that is the sweetest thing, anyone has ever told me, Pete. Gosh I love you.’’ The confession at the end is sort of spontaneous and totally not planned. I was ready with another comeback it was on the tip of my tongue, when my brain and heart decided to take a turn and twist my words into a sincere confession.

His eyes widen but only slightly at my turn of words. Like before I raise on my tiptoes and kiss him one more, making sure that we remain unharmed.

This time around there are no restrictions holding us back. The kiss starts of hungry from the get go, as he leans down to accommodate me. He’s quick to switch moods, taking charge in the pace and the way he simply devours me, tongue teasingly now and then pocking my lips. But we run breathless running on an extra high of adrenaline from kissing in such a public place, as this corridor overlooks into the throne room.

Breaking apart our heavy breaths can be herd in the echoey corridor, but in the moment, we can simply grin at one another loving the proximity and what just happened.

‘’C’mon.’’ he’s the first one to speak, dropping his hands away, making sure he takes both of my hands into his. Cheekily he presses kisses to both tops of my hands, and then shifts sideways tilting his head towards the long hallway ‘’I’ve got a date I’m very late to. I’ve already promised redemption, my queen has waited long enough.’’

I follow him easily along, holding onto his hand gladly as his eyes haven’t left mine yet ‘’Hmm you shouldn’t keep your lady waiting for too long, my king indeed.’’

He grins widely and leans back for a quick peck ‘’My queen you mean.’’

I’m sure that the giggle that leaves me can be heard into the throne room. But as we run away, neither of us care about it, as his own chuckles join my own. Today is a very intentionally unintentional day.

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Copyright 2020© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

[senjuhashirama]

Guidelines

1. General INFO

- You don’t need to read rules to interact with me outside of rp. 

- I’m sorry this is long but I have had so many unpleasant interactions that I had to write it all down. I’m a person who has an exact idea of how things should be and people are often disrespecting my boundaries, so this is unfortunately long. 

- DISCLAIMER: I make fun of stuff, I make fun of almost anything, a lot. I think it fits the character and humor is the lube to world’s f-cking. I’m not hurting anyone/I don’t hate on anyone and I don’t post dangerous claims. If some post offends you personally, feel free to tell me and I will delete it, but be aware that this blog is not that serious, has a joke-tone and if you don’t like that vibe, feel free to unfollow, I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable and I absolutely understand. I’m not keeping you hostage. Block me and blacklist my name if needed, it will help you. 

- I have queue up, which is daily about ~10 posts. Plus I sometimes add mine (which is usually no more than 4/day). If this activity is too much for you, you do not follow. I also sometimes (ha)shitpost, etc. 

- With all due respect, I will not tag: Tobirama, HashiMito, Madara and Hashirama, because I have honestly better things to do than tagging each post I reblog with this content. Please, if you don’t want to see this, just don’t follow me. 

Tags to block if you’re not interested:

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#omhque - for queues (will retag to #omhque)

#outofthewoods - for ooc updates

#headcanons - for headcanons

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#kuwts - for Keeping up with the Senju

#toomuchsake - for when I’m posting while drunk

#ask for asks, #anonymous

#konohanians talk - for anons interacting with me via asks

#nsfw

#hokagedailydrama - for when people send me hate and I’m commenting on that. 

2. Non-RP Rules

- NSFW won’t happen often on this blog often and if yes, it will be tagged #nsfw.

- Feel free to like and reblog whatever you want, I’m used to milion notes a day so it’s fine. 

-  If I followed you, I don’t expect you to follow me back, I just like my dash alive and I follow many pretty blogs. 

- No minors as friends, I’m sorry. We can occasionally interact in a friendly manner though or you can come to me if you have some problem, but it will be one sided and I won’t put my stuff on you. 

- Please don’t ask me about MdTb. I respect that ship, have fun with it, I will defend people’s rights to ship it, but don’t ask me about it. I don’t bash that ship, but I don’t care about it. Somehow MdTb shippers feel like I bash that ship (I never did) which is hilarious. 

- If I blocked you, ignore it, it’s not personal. I might have blocked you if you softblocked me - in that case it’s just so I won’t follow you again because I usually forget in days, it’s no big deal, it’s just so you feel safe :) If you don’t want to be blocked or you think I was harsh, feel free to DM me from separate account and ask me, sometimes I accidentally block people and I don’t realize - I don’t consider you asking harassing. I’m really chill and available to have a conversation at any time. 

- I have been cyberbullied, emotionally and verbally abused by forlornwind/Kana, asaraltu/shikkotsunin/fusong/chalabrun and Jessica/Deedee/Hashirama-of-the-forest and by other people who participated. I don’t care if you are their friends or if you roleplay with them, but know that these people might think you are my “buddy” and target you in their attempts to control me and who I interact with. The file of what they’ve done to me is here. Questions about this issue through DMs only please, I will ignore the asks because I want to stay away from them as much as possible. I’m willing to share more if someone else besides me (and three other people) were their victims and I will explain myself too if you want :) 

- Please, do not catch feelings for me (looks at the point above), I will not return them. I’m a commitophobe and I’m not looking for love in online spaces, I want to rp here. I know this sounds weird, but it has happened more than two times in one year and it makes me extremely uncomfortable since people here tend to retaliate. 

- Because of previous, if you participated in any kind of bullying, lynching or callout post, do not interact with me. Even if you think it wasn’t bullying, but “fair retaliation.” If you were bullied by someone, let me know, but a chance is they are already blocked.

- If you having any sort of issue with me, please let’s settle it in DMs. I’m actually very understanding and empathetic and I will listen. Sometimes I fuck up like everyone and if you’re able to talk to me like an adult, I’m sure we can reach a friendly conclusion. 

ASKS: 

- This is my favorite thing to do here! 

- I like to interact with characters/your personal accounts. Talk to Hashirama, he loves to talk to Konohanians! 

-Ask for analysis/meta/headcanons - I will not reply if it’s about pro/anti Uchiha drama. I don’t want to be involved in that drama because I’m scared of that. But I can give you opinions/my reads of things - I also don’t understand much of Boruto series. 

- Please don’t ask me personal questions / out of character questions regarding my personal life please. If you want to know, you can DM me or ask on my personal blog. I don’t want to clutter this blog. Out of character commentaries are good, but please do not ask about my personal life, no one of my followers care. I’m doing good. Asks about fandom or yourself are good though. 

- Feel free to interact or ask me about headcanons. I love to analyse stuff so please ask me about analysis. I’m always happy to interact.

3. RP GUIDLINES

A. DO:

- If you’re interested in roleplay, send me a  message (here or discord ) or ask me for my messenger if you don’t have discord. I do like to plot and sometimes I need to discuss rp before really diving into it. 

- You don’t need to follow me to RP with me, just send me a dm. I won’t play mutuals, I get this blog is overactive for some people with its queue, but the queue helps me to relax when I know I don’t have to post anything and it’s still going, so I don’t think I will turn that off. But please tell me that you want to interact. If I follow you and you don’t follow me, I take it as you don’t want me to interact with you. So please, let me know if you want to interact with me but not follow me :) 

- This is quite important for me personally and I would be very glad if everyone did this, but it’s ok if you forget, so don’t stress about it - if you are writing a starter or you are sending an ask to me, please don’t use the “Hashirama” full term, because then it can be easily found by fandom and I prefer to lay low. You can use H-shirama or some other way to call the character. Same with Madara and Tobirama. Thank you if you remember! I will be forever grateful. 

- I prefer founders to roleplay with. I also prefer canon compliant roleplays. -- but if you have an idea, don’t be afraid to hit me up, I just can’t work that well with different world AUs - minus post 4th war AU. Feel free to hit me up if you have an idea. 

- I’m also over 25, so it’s legal to curse around me. Occasionally NSFW, but I need to feel the chemistry between the characters. 

-  I’m open to all gender and sexuality portrayals of characters, the same goes for the muns/authors. This is a safe space for all verses, all trans folks and queer folks! 

- I do RP with OCs (that have bio), but because they are usually from Naruto’s time, it’s hard - I would love you to make up a scenario so our characters can meet, I prefer Hashirama in his time and I don’t want many roleplays with OCs in the Naruto timeline. I don’t think OCs are any less of characters, but it’s hard to create a storyline, because I’m literally doing that all the time and my inspiration is getting dry. So please, try to think of some scenario or ask me and we can work it out together. 

- I don’t mind doubles - I love Hashirama and all his fans and if someone roleplays him, then that’s awesome and we have potential to be friends, feel free to follow me. 

- Please, have patience with my replies. I’m also not demanding, pick up a rp after two months, six months, I don’t mind. Take as much time as you need for a reply - and sometimes I might need this time too. Please don’t expect me to write the next day. Don’t take it personally. Sometimes I have more to say to another rp and sometimes my inspiration is just stuck. If I feel pressured, I tend to be afraid to reply to RP. 

- START A RP: Feel free to start RP by sending an ask, DMing me, tagging me in RP post or replying to some of my original posts. All #hashiramatalks is an open RP if you want. Occasionally I post Starter call if you are really shy. 

- OVERALL VIBE: Be fun and have fun. You don’t need to have a perfect grammar or a perfect writing style or write long replies, format things -- all I care about is for this to be fun and interesting. Rather reply later than when you have nothing interesting to say or you’re not having fun.

B. SHIPPING: 

-  I’m multi-ship and I do not cross boundaries of universes. No shipping with minor characters or people who are minors.

- I ship based on chemistry, but I’m not a big fan of mlm pairings. I just don’t feel them. The only exception is somehow hsmd but even there I have some lines I won’t cross (it’s just not a happy ship). But ask anyway for mlm if you want, I’m not offended by it or you suggesting it, I just have a hard time feeling it. 

- I prefer shipping with female characters (OCs or CCs both) and I will probably feel it. Still, I need to build it for a bit. 

- If you want to ship, please, tell me, otherwise I won’t know. 

- No furries or any animals in shipping.

-  I don’t rp estabilished relationships - that needs to be somehow built. I have a hard time feeling it. We can plot it or RP it with sweat and tears. 

- I don’t judge MadaTobi, TobiIzu or MadaMito (although I have a little thing for MitoTobi and like wow that sounds nice, I’m open to that), but it’s not for my rolpleay, please don’t drag me into it, I don’t know how to navigate that. Please no HashiTobi. I don’t have a problem with it, but I don’t wanna be part of it. 

C. DON’T:

-  I can roleplay with minors casually, but no dark topics and no nsfw of course.

- Don’t cross the boundaries of different verses and alternative universes. 

- I won’t do exclusives and I don’t expect anyone to do that (actually, you shouldn’t do it ever for anyone, don’t put all your eggs into one bag, just an advice). I also don’t do mains, don’t put that on me, I have serious commitment issues.  

- No genderbend, it’s transphobic unless done very carefully. Trans characters are welcomed. 

- There’s no arranged marriage HashiMito fanon on me. I consider such marriage a grooming and something Hashirama wouldn’t do. 

- I will not RP with characters with no basic bio and info written, because it’s hard for me to make a plot with characters I don’t know. That applies for OCs and CCs that have no background in canon. I don’t know anything about the character or portrayal, so it’s extremely hard for me to navigate anything.

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these rules were proof-read-test by amoebas

Fun facts (no need to be read at all):

- I usually don’t like to explain my character’s portrayal in headcanons post. I prefer to do that in rp threads. It’s because less people will read it and some things are too weird for me to write publically. 

- NSFW headcanons probably won’t happen, find for yourself.

[fanficfeeling]

No Place Like Home - Jaskier x Modern!Reader

A/N: Jaskier x Modern!Reader for anon. Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun with this! Also, I feel like all some of these references might be a little bit dated, which I didn't realize until they were all in there. They're all still fairly famous though, so I hope you don't mind! I went with she/her pronouns on this, but if anyone wants to see me start using gender neutral pronouns, please let me know, or just add specific pronoun requests in your requests!

Request: hi! a jaskier x reader request for the witcher! would love a one shot of a modern!reader, who decides to follow the boys, either about them singing modern songs or making stupid modern day references that they wouldn't understand!

Warnings: Possible second hand embarrassment ahead? Also Wonderwall

Word count: 2300

Requests are OPEN

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Y/N starts her day like she does every other day: by opening her window and breathing in the comforting Velen air.

Y/N doesn't know how she ended up in this world. For the first few months, she searched for a way home, or even just for answers about why she found herself in this place. She ended up empty-handed, and with no more leads to follow. She was forced to give up, and start making her own way. It was by a pure stroke of luck that she'd ended up with the house, and with a fairly easy, flexible job to pay for it, and after a while, she found she preferred this life to her old one. She stopped wondering why, and let this place be home. After the few years she's been here, she finds she's glad it all happened the way it did.

She finds herself smiling as she looks out into her little village, reveling in the peace it offers.

"Get out of here, you filthy Witcher!"

And that shout from the main road was the end of Y/N's peaceful lack of involvement. As she saw people go running towards the sound of the growing shouts, Y/N quickly left her home and began to follow suit in that direction, eager and anxious to see what could cause such a fuss. When she reached the scene of the commotion, her shock was evident.

There, trying his best to make his way through this small village with a bard at his side, was a Witcher. An actual, real life Witcher.

Well, as real as this world actually is, anyway.

Even more shocking was the townspeople harassing the seemingly unassuming men -- it seemed that most of the town were in on heckling them, despite their usual, friendly neighbor attitudes. It seemed the Witcher was used to the treatment, as he did his best to shield himself and his horse and continued walking calmly forward, although the bard was a bit more theatrical in his defenses, holding up his lute to cover his face and sighing dramatically at every passing insult.

I wonder if this could be the pair that the internet flipped out over when that tv series came out before I left? I never got into it, but I'm fairly sure that's where I am, and their faces seem familiar.

Y/N's heart nearly stopped when the Witcher's golden eyes made contact with hers. It seemed to take him but a split second to make a decision and begin a new course in her direction. She held her breath the entire time he made his way over.

When he finally stopped, he stopped directly in front of her, looming over her, far closer then she expected him. He was shockingly intimidating.

"You don't seem in the business of heckling strangers. I'm here to clear out a noonwraith I'd heard of in the vicinity. Do you know anything about that?"

It took Y/N far too long to gather enough courage to speak, and when she did, she could only hope her voice wasn't shaking too much, "A... noonwraith? Oh, yes, the ghost in the abandoned barn, just a little ways out of town. It's, uh... been a nuisance for farmers and travelers for some time."

The Witcher let out a small, "hm." in response.

"I could... show you to the location, if you need assistance? I know this area very well, and I would be happy to assist you if you would rid us of the... wraith."

"Geralt! How could you leave me to fend for myself like that?" The bard came up behind the Witcher quickly, like a burst of raw energy. He smiled when he spotted the Witcher talking to the woman, "Hello! Thank you for not hurling insults at us as we walk past! My name is Jaskier, a humble bard, at your service." Swiftly, he reached for her hand and pressed a swift kiss to her knuckles.

"Oh! It's really no problem, It certainly does no harm to not go out of my way to be rude. My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

"Y/N has offered to lead us to the noonwraith, Jaskier. Y/N, how soon can you be ready to go?"

"Oh, well, I'm off work today, and I really don't have that much to take care of this morning -- if you'll allow me to grab some better shoes I should be ready in minutes."

"Take your time, I need some to prepare potions for the battle."

"You can come spend some time at the tavern with me while we wait for him." Jaskier punctuated his sentence with a wink.

Y/N felt her heart palpitate, and she'd never scrambled to get ready so quickly for anything.

When she found him in the nearly deserted tavern, he sat with a notebook in his hands, writing something down leisurely. If he's a bard, Y/N assumed it was some sort of song.

"Jaskier, yes? May I join you?"

He flashed a smile up at her, "Anything for such a beautiful woman." Y/N felt herself flush at the compliment as she sat down.

"So, Y/N, where are you from? You don't have the Velen accent, nor do you have the same... dispositions as your fellow townsfolk, I can't imagine you were born and raised here."

Y/N felt her heart speed up once more, just a fraction, "I wasn't. I came here just a few years ago, just sort of ended up here by chance. I was looking for something, but it didn't exactly work out, and I just never really bothered to leave. I'm thankful enough for it, Velen suits me very well."

"Very cryptic and fascinating story! You are dodging my original question though."

"Only because I don't think you'd have heard of where I'm from. It's not very well known around here."

"I'm not from around here."

"I doubt it's well known where you're from, either."

Jaskier gave her a quizzical look, but left her odd behavior alone, "Well then, what does the mysterious lady do for fun?"

This was the thing Y/N struggled with the most in this world. Her access to all her favorite tv shows, books, and movies were gone, and all she was left with were the only few books she had at her disposal, most of them terribly dry reading. Even worse: every pop culture reference she ever knew was now rendered completely useless.

"Well, I read as much as I can, with what little I have, and I go for long walks, but other than that, I mostly just work. Not much to do around here, honestly. I sing a little to myself sometimes to pass the time-"

Jaskier's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "You sing? What songs do you know?"

"I highly doubt you'd have heard of any of them."

"Nonsense, my trade is music! At the very least, you must sing something for me!"

"No! I don't sing for other people-"

"But if I've never heard of these songs of yours, you must educate me!"

"That's not exactly my job-"

The pair only stop upon hearing a gruff voice clear behind them.

"Are the two of you done?" Geralt asks, a minor level of annoyance evident. Y/N is the first to scramble to her feet, embarrassed.

Their departure is smooth, and Y/N promptly informs the pair that the journey should take but a half an hour or so.  

In response, Jaskier slings an arm over Y/N's shoulder, flashing her a smile, "Plenty of time for you to teach me a song or two."

"Are you really back at this again? My answer is still no."

"But would it not benefit my musically inclined soul to be exposed to a bit of your culture, wherever it may be from? You mustn't let my poor, culturally deprived soul wither away like this, fair lady."

"Don't you travel for a living?" Before Jaskier could sass her further with another response, Y/N took a less than graceful stumble over a tree root.

Geralt stopped walking and grabbed her arm as she steadied herself, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think I'm fine. Unfortunate that such a lack of grace had to come out around near strangers, but that's on me, I suppose." She laughed it off, playing glaring at the root that tripped her, "I'm walking here!" She said quietly to herself in her best fake New York accent, reveling in her classic movie references that no one else in this world could understand. At least they brought her a little bit of personal joy.

"Y/N, did you just speak to that tree root?" Jaskier asked, trying his best not to look concerned, and failing miserably.

The lady flushed crimson, "Oh, no, well, actually yes, but it's just a -- well, I guess it's just a reference to something you wouldn't understand. I apologize, that must have looked odd."

Jaskier let out a small chuckle (which Y/N had to admit, was distressingly attractive), "You've said a lot of odd things so far, but I'm certainly not minding."

In an attempt to escape her ever-expanding blush, Y/N began walking ahead of the men, "Right, well, on we go then."

After but a minute of silence, Geralt spoke up, "Y/N, would it suit us better to take an actual path, instead of just cutting through the forest?"

Y/N turned back to him and shook her head, "This will get us there much quicker, if we cut through here we'll end up right across the field from where you're trying to go."

Jaskier shook his own head now, "For a non-native, you do know this area very well."

"Elementary, my dear Watson. To anyone living in the area, anyway. Besides, I take lots of walks, remember?" She laughed to herself, and quietly shook her head once more as another movie scene came to her, muttering quietly, "Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads." Thankfully, the men seemed to not hear that second reference, but she failed to see as they turned to each other in confusion over the first.

Y/N's impressive knowledge proved accurate after about the half an hour she promised, as the trio cut through the trees and ended up in a large field, a run-down barn just visible on the other side.

"See? That's where you're trying to get to."

"Thank you very much, Y/N. I'll take it from here." With that, Geralt strode off through the field, radiating with purpose. He really was truly quite intimidating.

After a moment of silence, in which Jaskier decided to make himself comfortable as he sat down, Y/N spoke once more, "So do we just wait here now?"

"That we do."

"What if he doesn't come back?"

"He will. No need to worry your pretty little head about that. However, if you're concerned about the waiting time, you could sing me a song to pass it."

Y/N sighed, "You truly won't give that up?"

"I had no plans to."

"I never should have told you about that."

"Or perhaps it was destiny that you did."

"You're so determined to make clever remarks, but that one didn't even make sense."

"Fair enough. Perhaps I would stop talking nonsense if you would keep me occupied with a song."

"Fine! Fine." Y/N let her shoulders sag in defeat as she sighed. "What do you want to hear, then?"

Jaskier pretended to contemplate her question for a moment, but he spoke far too quickly when he replied, "Sing me something romantic."

"You sly bastard. Alright, let me think a moment. Uh..."

What's something easy to sing, something well known enough that I'll know all the words, something romantic? Oh, I have a bad idea.

"Well, I suppose this could be interpreted as romantic." Y/N had to suppress her laughter. "And it's terribly catchy, so I know all the words quite well. And it's been around for quite a while. A lot of people don't like it because it's sort of overdone-"

"Y/N."

"Alright, fine, anyway, here's Wonderwall.

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now"

Before Y/N knew it, the song was over - perhaps she'd just heard it so many times she blacked out the rest of the song - and to her dismay, Jaskier began clapping.

"And you say you don't sing for other people. That was lovely."

"You only say that because you haven't heard the song a million times."

"Also because your voice is joy to listen to."

"Oh stop it, you're just saying that-"

"Oh, is that the battle you want to fight?"

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By the time Geralt had slain the wraith, Jaskier had insisted that they walk Y/N home ("Geralt, she helped us out here, it's the right thing to do!" "I'm quite capable of finding my own way home." "We insist."), and the trio had finished their more leisurely walk back along the main road, it was approaching evening. Before Y/N even knew it, they were at her front door.

"Ah, here we are. Thank you gentlemen, for your assistance."

"And thank you for yours, my lady."

"Anytime, Geralt. It would be my pleasure to assist you again if you're in the area and need a guide."

"I may yet take you up on that. Until then, have a good evening."

"You too. Safe travels."

The duo began to walk away, leaving Y/N feeling just a little bit sad, when Jaskier turned around and walked back to her. When he reached her, he grabbed her hand and pressed yet another kiss to her knuckles, like he had that morning.

"I will surely be counting the days until I can have the privilege of hearing your voice and odd sayings again."

Before she could retaliate, he had run off, and soon he was out of sight. She felt a little less sad now.

This is a home worth having. Yes, I'm quite happy things turned out this way.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include...

Requested: [I'm sorry I can't remember who requested this or if this was an anon, I'm sorry!] Hey, could I request some headcanons about dating Beverly? (Also if you could add in the reader having homophobic parents 💕)

Warnings: obviously there will be homophobia, [at the end so people can skip if they need to read safely 😊] specifically from the readers parents so please feel free to skip if need be. And remember my blog is a safe space 💕 oh yeah theres also plenty of grammar/spelling errors i'm sure

A//n: This was WAY longer than I anticipated. I just kept coming up with more stuff and holy crap I love writing Bev x readers???? Please request more Bev Edit: this was in my drafts forever and again as much as i have been trying to get requests out in order, it's been pretty tough but at least this way stuff gets out sooner so here ya go.

Okay

First of all..

Y'all make the CUTEST COUPLE, OKAY?!

Like no joke

You know that cliche about girls stealing their boyfriends hoodies/clothes??

Well that goes for both of you and you both are always swapping clothes cause you both love each other's sense of style

Plus, ya know, it's got that great boyfriend girlfriend smell

It's cheesy and played out, but it's honestly so wholesome, and again, you guys each have an interest in each others senses of styles

If you're bigger than her, and her clothes don't necessarily fit you, pfffttt no big deal, she had a million blankets that smelled like her and then you two got together and now she can only find like,, two. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love stealing your clothes!! They're baggier on her but oH MY GOODNESS DOES SHE LOVE THAT. She just loves being able to completely immerse herself in your stuff. Especially when she isn't feeling safe in her own home and you aren't around, the best thing for her is to wrap herself in her your stuff and be comforted by you. Uggh, its hella sweet

But let's start from the beginning...

Both of you knew about each other from school

You definitely heard the many rumors about "Beaver-ly Marsh"

Not that you participated, but you were always overhearing rumors from gossiping girls and bragging boys in your class

Your school wasn't huge but it wasn't small either

But it was kill or be be killed, and rumors spread like the damn plague

It was inevitable

And it was just a matter of time before you overheard the several rumors of the "slut" who did it with every guy in school.

You'd roll you're eyes at the word and the ridiculous insinuations, knowing the massively overplayed game of telephone that ruled your school was not necessary the most credible source of information

And you were positive there were rumors about you, I mean, it really wasn't possible to go to that school without a rumor going around

Everyone had one

Anyways, you never paid much attention to them, but then you met her...

And oh no.

Immediately, it was:

You already never paid much mind to the rumors, but when you got to know each other??

Nuh uh.

No way

Not Beverly

No no no no, no

She was way too sweet, and shy, and beautiful, and awesome, and funny, annnd oh no the damn butterflies were back and shit she made you feel things

And you??

Bevery had no clue she was into girls until you came along...

You were her gay awakening and her being so used to all those nasty things people said about her and all those boys??

Even though it wasn't true, any of it, she still always expected that eventually one day she'd get her first boyfriend, to love and cuddle with and everything normal

Again, then you came along and her heart was all like

BOOM BOOM BEECH

You both danced around each other a lot. Seeing as you were two precious little gay beans that lived in a conservative town in the 80s, it wasn't exactly the most accepting environment and you guys didn't know if the other was into girls at all

On both sides it was "does she like me or is she just really laid back and friendly???"

It took way too long to figure out you were both into each other

If I'm being completely honest here, y'all were like the female reddie

Two girls who became best friends and always bickered like crazy to hide your feelings

The way you two found out you had feelings for one another was bumpy and awkward but silly and cute nonetheless

It came off in a passing comment that just slipped out

The two of you were having a sleepover like you did every Friday night you were available

and you two were laying on her bedroom floor talking about anything and everything staring at the ceiling

Her radio was playing in the background and the two of you were surrounded by various snacks you had been munching on all throughout the night and the conversation drifted to gossip about your peers at school

It went a little something like this:

Y: "Did you see so and so today??"

B: "Yes!!"

Y: *laughing* "Yeah, what the hell was that?"

B: I have no idea what goes on in her head...

B: but I guess I gotta give her some credit, she's always super confident and I'm like, 90% sure that's what makes her the most desirable girl in the 8th grade"

Y: "I guess that makes sense"

B: "I do wish I had her confidence. Maybe I'd have better luck romantically"

Y: "Oh please, like you need that. You're infinitely more attractive than her"

B: "What?"

Y: *panicked* "What?"

B: *slowly sits up with smug ass smirk on her lips* are you saying you find me... attractive?"

Y: ..."what?" *sweating*

B: *still smirking* "Wait,"

Y: "WhAT?"

B: *stILL smirking* "do you-?"

Y: *full on gay panic* "No!"

B: *smirking and blushing*

B: *lays back down* "well, I think you're pretty attractive yourself, if it's any consolation"

She's still so nervous though so it comes out in a whisper

She's 99 percent certain you just accidentally revealed your crush to her but her heart was p o u n d i n g anyway

What if it just came out wrong and that's why you panicked???

Had she just revealed her crush to you by mistake???

But no

You both were a blushing mess and it did not go unnoticed by either one of you

You're hands kinda accidently brushed and you both just had a heart attack on the spot

But the connection you two had that night

You both just... knew

You guys kinda just... happened

After that you both were aware you liked each other

But it was kind of unspoken

At first

It's not like you guys never talked about it, but you two definitely became more touchy and flirty

Holding hands when no one was looking

Shortly before you guys happened and before that night, she had introduced you to losers and they just totally accepted you as one of their own

You got along especially well with Richie (wonder why)

But Bev wasn't too happy about this particular fact...

Especially after you two got together

She wasn't necessarily jealous, especially cause she already had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings for another loser, but because he took up a lot of her time with you

But then, to her chagrin, Richie found out about you two

the eight of you were hanging out in the clubhouse, and Ben had to make some adjustments so him and the others left momentarily to help him get the resources

Except you, and Bev

You two volunteered to hold down the fort [literally]

aaaaaaand you two wanted to have a few minutes alone together too,

Nothing scandalous or anything like that, but you two didn't get be close around the losers

Then Richie returned way earlier than expected [turns out he was doing more harm than good and they sent him back]

He was just outside the entrance and he overheard you two

"I wish we could tell them,"

"I know. And it's not that I don't think they'll accept us, it's-" *sigh* "I'm just not ready... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay, we can tell them when we're both good and ready."

"Thank you, Y/n."

Richie just kinda stood there thinking about what he just heard

I mean, it made sense, you guys were really close, but then again, that's just how he thought all girls were

But everything else kinda made more sense the more he thought about it

And, it honestly reminded him of him and Eddie

More specifically, how he felt about his best friend

Now naturally this was a very emotional moment, but Richie Tozier being Richie Tozier wasn't about to waltz in there and give some sappy speech about he accepts you guys and he's here for you no matter what

No, no, no

He laid down on the forest floor, sticking his head in the clubhouse scaring the shit out of you two and said

"You guys should really be more quiet, Ben may be a suspiciously good overnight kid architect sensation but he has yet to soundproof this baby"

He then stuck his arm inside the clubhouse, patting the ceiling, shaking a couple spiders loose from his his hand in disgust

"Richie...!"

You two jumped apart and you about nearly shit your pants

"Relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

You both were startled as hell and absolutely disgruntled but the two of you looked at each other, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief

He got up and joined you two in the clubhouse, and began lounging in his usual spot in the hammock, arms behind his head

"So, this means you two are both into girls, huh?"

Once again, you looked at one another and back at him, nodding shyly

He plastered on the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen and nodded his head, his huge eyes squinting slightly from behind his glasses

"niceee"

This of course was followed by simultaneous eye rolls, Bev even threw her gum wrapper at him but you laughed

It was a relieved laugh

Here you were, exposed and unintentionally outed to Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier and sure enough his reaction was "nICE"

It was honestly a relief and kinda hilarious

You guys just kinda broke out into laughter

It was nice moment

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR [PARENTAL] HOMOPHOBIA BELOW***

And for a while, everything was great. That was, until your parents began to take note just how much time you were spending with Bev

They kept an eye on it at first

Then they started asking questions

You knew this day would come one way or another

Hell, you grew up with them after all, you knew what they thought about people like you and it broke your heart

It terrified you

And it's exactly what you heard every night when you tried to fall asleep, their voices speaking to you clear as day; how disgusted they were. They weren't really there of course and it wasn't until you became a loser that you found out what that voice was...

The point is, your deepest fear was being realized so you did what you could do

Lie

And it seemed to work. Briefly

Your mother had come in to check on you two for the fifth time - usually she checked on you two four times since their suspicions - and found you two snuggled up on top of your sleeping bags

Your mother screamed, scaring the crap out of you guys and you jumped apart

Your mother was thrown into hysterics and went to fetch your father, wailing like a damn baby

Needless to say that night was a long one for everyone

And as if things couldn't get any worse, just days later you found out that Beverly had been taken by It

Immediately, every doubt, every fear, every inkling of shame your parents and your community had drilled into you was forgotten and all that mattered was getting her back

You and your friends literally went through hell to get her back

Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal but you all had each other's backs and everyone came out okay

When you left Neibolt, you and Beverly were hand in hand

You couldn't give a flying fck about it, you just fought a shape-shifting demon clown you could face your small minded parents

And more importantly you knew even if your parents didn't support you, you had other people who did that and that was enough

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it's so long and again this is out of order of who requested it so I'm sorry to those of you who had stuff in before this, but I've just been stuck for too long and I needed to get things moving again. Anyways, I hoped you guys like this and again, omg I love writing Beverly!!! I would not be offended if you guys asked for more Bev fics/hc when I open up requests again

[shroudedhero]

Mobile Friendly Rules

Since I did it for Kurai’s info, here’s the rules (the updated ones)

THESE ARE JUST A FEW GENERAL THINGS I FEEL ARE IMPORTANT TO BE ADDRESSED BEFORE I GO ANY FURTHER, SO PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM.

I know they seem long but some of it is also just information I thought was important for you to know before interacting with me. NOTE: THERE IS A PASSWORD FOR THIS BLOG DUE TO SEVERAL PAST BAD EXPERIENCES WITH UNTAGGED TRIGGERS (and it is the ONLY reason I have a password. I won’t throw a fit if you don’t send it, but I do usually feel more comfortable if you do).

Also another small, but extremely important note beforehand: Due to my autism, I tend to try to be extra clear (but also sometimes manage to be less clear in the process), or in my head it is clear, but to other people, it comes across entirely differently, but I’ve been informed this makes my rules sometimes come across as more aggressive, exclusionary, or mean. So I will say this now. I am actually a MASSIVE fluffball. Quite literally. The tone they come across is mainly due to overexplaining however I have tried to edit them and have yet to find a way to redefine my rules in better wording that I am happy with and that feels like it covers everything while actually being properly clear (but whenever I finally think of the right wording, I usually update my rules). So just approach them with the knowledge I am actually legitimately a sweetheart and my brain just sucks at actually wording stuff.

If you followed me over here when I moved Kurai’s BNHA verse to this blog, I removed and edited a couple of rules so please read through them again.

- ★ First and most important thing is that the mun has a very serious cannibalism trigger, which includes ANY form of people being eaten (including animals or monsters or any such other creatures eating people). (Excluding vampires, as that doesn’t typically involve the eating of human flesh, and rather simply blood itself (I am COMPLETELY fine with blood and general dark and gorey things). Zombies however, are included). As such, please tag all SNK or Hannibal related posts with such things in them, even the ones without such scenes in them, due to the fact that these two shows/fandoms are the reason I learned I have this trigger, and so the entire thing now can cause my trigger due to association, and memory connection to it. Also I ask that you tag any other shows/fandoms/gifs with such things in them as well. Please and thank you very much. My blacklisted tags are: SNK, Shingeki No Kyojin, Attack On Titan, AoT, tokyo ghoul, tg, Hannibal, Cannibalism, tw: cannibalism, parasyte, tokyo ghoul, twd, the walking dead, walking dead, zombies, and hunting trophies.  Any form of these (capitalization does not matter, however spaces do) will be caught by my blacklist, so I would appreciate it if you’d use one of these for those posts (though I am also happy to add other tags to it as well if you have a specific system you use already). Also suggestions for other possible blacklist tags that I may have forgotten are much appreciated. Also as an added note, I will not follow, RP with, or associate in ANY WAY, any blogs that have to do with my triggers. (Multi-muse blogs can sometimes be okay, this more applies to blogs that post SPECIFICALLY about the fandoms that trigger me). If you are a multi-muse blog that has characters from these fandoms, all I ask is that you be sure to tag them with the fandom they are from, with one of the tags in my list, and tag any of the triggers. We’ll be perfectly fine if you do! If you don’t, I may eventually unfollow, just to avoid seeing unintentionally triggering content.

- Secondly, I am open to RPing smut, (either aged up, or not, since whether we like it or not, teenagers do indeed end up doing it), however it likely will not happen much since this muse is underage, and will only happen if both myself and the other mun are okay with it and have agreed to it. (Again, chances are slim.) I do prefer however if our smut RPs are placed under a read more, if at all possible.

- ★ I am autistic. I know I don’t seem like it at first, and sometimes it’s hard to tell, however I am, and I also have ADHD, and it does affect the way my mind works with things. Sometimes having things done certain ways makes all the difference between if I can do something or if I can’t. If it sounds like I want to do something, but seem to struggle with figuring out how, please feel free to make suggestions, or start the thing yourself! It’s actually REALLY helpful when I get stuck. My being autistic can also affect who I can roleplay with, and how I roleplay, and how I think. Please keep this in mind, and try to be understanding. If something bothers you, or you don’t understand something, just ask me! I’ll do my best to explain, or fix it.

- Though it may not always seem like it, I am VERY shy and awkward. I’m actually legitimately terrified of new people, and trying to talk to people I haven’t spoken to before, or very much yet, almost makes me feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. If you want to RP with me, please message me! Chances are I’d LOVE to chat with you and RP with you, I’m just too terrified to talk to you.

- I struggle with chronic depression, and sometimes I may disappear for a while if I have a spell that gets particularly bad. Please be patient with me, as I will never forget about you and will always return. Also since it needs to be said, I also have EXTREME, doctor diagnosed anxiety. Sometimes it gets the better of me. Same with depression. Sometimes I have bad days. So I vent, and get frustrated with things. Little things bother me a lot more than they would on a normal day. If you can’t handle that or are going to be a hypocrite about it then please just leave right now. I don’t need your negativity. I have enough unwanted of that in my head as it is, which I combat and fight against every day.

- I am a multiship/multiverse blog, however my muse will be very selective with shipping for the time being however I am still happy to discuss ships and will happily consider them. Also a note, that I will ship with multiples of the same character, if the mun of those blogs wishes to ship with me. I find each relationship is different, seeing as each mun plays their character a little differently.

- I will do crossovers sometimes with fandoms I am familiar with. Crossovers always depend on my mood and how well my muse can interact with a character, as well as how well I know the series the character is from. Please forgive me if I choose not to roleplay a specific crossover. I still like you, I promise. If you’re unsure if I know your fandom, just ask! I do know of a lot of fandoms, so there’s a good chance I might.

- I ship based on chemistry. Sometimes I can develop a ship quickly, especially if I know the other muse’s personality well, and know they will mesh well with mine. Other times, a ship takes time for me to develop. Please be understanding and patient with me on this.

- Do NOT under any circumstances, force a ship on me. I am usually quite good at expressing ships I am okay with, and it will usually show in my writing. If you are unsure if I ship something or not, feel free to send me a message and ask me. Most of my characters have their own way of showing interest in someone, however most are usually pretty clear in expressing it in some way. Sending memes for interaction is fine for anyone whether we have interacted or not, and I will usually reply to those, however do not force a ship on me outside of that. If one develops between our characters, then fine. However that is a MUTUAL thing, so I do not take kindly to someone just deciding something is a thing. If you want to try to build one between our characters, then go ahead. Just please show me respect. That is the biggest and most important thing with me, is respect.

- I will write anything from 1 liners to multi-paragraphs when I RP. I usually stick to 1 or two shortish paragraphs, and that tends to fluctuate or shrink depending on how much information is needed to describe a scene. If we start out with a shorter paragraph, and I make a reply a fair bit longer, I will likely revert back to the shorter paragraph again within 1 or 2 replies. However you are welcome to write however you wish, just as long as you can give me something to go on. (A one liner in response to a 10 line paragraph for example, I will struggle to reply to.)

- I do not tolerate anon hate of any kind. Not towards myself, nor towards others. I will respond to it in a way that will make the sender feel rather like an idiot, and I am very smart and capable of doing so, so please be advised of that, if you intend to do so.

- I will RP more violent NSFW RPs, and other dark topics (I absolutely LOVE angst), however ONLY as long as I am in the mood for them. The mun of this blog is (well) over 18. Everything though that might be triggering, will be tagged, and if there is something that you need me to tag, or if I forget to tag something, please feel free to tell me. Just try to do so right away or else I can forget which RPs or replies to tag depending how long it goes since I posted it. My memory is pretty fickle with what it chooses to remember without some nudging.

- ★ I am better at roleplaying ships with males (BoyxBoy/Yaoi/etc), due to being more familiar with it and having more experience with it ((as I myself am very very very gay, and also trans (which is where the issues with writing about female parts makes me very uncomfortable comes from) )). I may however attempt to ship romantically with female characters, but please keep in mind it is something I am not as good at or as comfortable with, so if in the end, I decide I am unable to do so, please be understanding of this. (Especially if smut is included in the ship. I cannot smut with female characters, sorry.)

- I am slightly fickle about things I can reply to. I try very hard to reply to everything, however one thing I am not good at, is sudden changes in roleplays. As much as I hate to admit it, and try to pretend it isn’t true, and even though I am quite good at managing it most times, I am autistic, (high functioning form of autism) and that is one of the few issues I struggle with the most. If you sense a roleplay is changing directions, please hint at it to me in the tags or something the reply before it does, since even that small little hint can be enough to help keep me from having to drop an RP. Even if you are unsure if it will or not, letting me know that you think it MIGHT possibly happen (since we don’t control our characters) is a huge help to me. This particular issue is the main reason that 95% of my dropped threads end up dropped. And I always feel terrible when it happens, so please help me to get better at this.

- I can be slow sometimes (or often) with asks or replies. This usually happens because of my muse being fickle or me thinking a meme or ask prompt would be fun, however sometimes when I actually get them, my muse decides to just be like NOPE. Also sometimes I tend to forget things, or leave stuff in my askbox to reply to later, and then I forget about it or get distracted. If this happens, I apologize. Please try to be understanding of this, since I will NEVER ignore you or your asks on purpose. (The only case where it would be ignored is if it is something stated in my rules that I cannot respond to, that you obviously failed to read or are attempting to do anyway.) I do reblog things with the INTENT to answer EVERYTHING that shows up in my inbox, however my intentions don’t always pan out.

- I do not do the reblog from the source thing (not consistently anyway). I used to try to do it every single time (if I notice it), though now, I am sorry but I have had so many anxiety attacks due to my attention span which I cannot help due to having ADHD, and accidentally reblogging memes and such from someone who has that rule without even realizing it as I am scrolling down the dash because I don’t even realize who reblogged the meme, and then panicking because I realize it later, or get yelled at over it. I follow at least like 30+ meme blogs and the majority of memes on my dash tend to be from the source, so sometimes I don’t notice! Roleplay for me needs to remain stress free, because stress can trigger a major/serious depression spell and as of recently I FINALLY am stable emotionally. So please forgive me if I don’t bother with it. Because I probably won’t do it (consistently anyway).

Next topic of discussion.

Concerning OCs and shipping with them (Please see this post for some further clarification on this, since this is the part that I have the most issue with making clear, though I really do try):

- I am in fact OC supportive! Though when it comes to RPing with them, I can be extremely picky, and cautious. This has nothing to do with whether your OC is great or well developed or not. My brain annoyingly happens to have trouble connecting to a lot of characters, both OC and canon, but it just seems to be more common with other people’s OCs. HOWEVER, just because I might not RP with your OC, doesn’t mean I won’t secretly stalk them from the dash and read your interactions because I think they’re amazing.

- I WILL NOT ship my muses with other OCs, unless they are extremely well developed. This is simply because unless I personally can form some form of an an emotional connection/understanding to/of a character, my own muse will be unable to do so as well. (This can also apply to canon characters as well, so it is not simply limited to OCs).

- I am also very picky with RPing with other OCs, because of the same reason stated above. I will however roleplay with them sometimes, and do not in any way dislike them. I rather love OCs, and the diversity and color they bring to fandoms, and I actually have lots of OCs of my own for different fandoms, I just cannot always connect to them, and in those cases, I will not be able to roleplay with them. I apologize. HOWEVER. If possible, I will happily do platonic RPs with OCs that my muses happen to click with.

The types of characters/OCs I am usually unable to roleplay with, are the following, which includes a list of reasons why:

- ★ OCs that are not connected to any fandom in particular/Multifandom OCs. Basically as I like to call them, floaters or drifters. I may attempt to roleplay with these. It can still be iffy, because my brain can sometimes make stuff more difficult than it actually is or needs to be, and it depends on each particular OC, but as I have recently been developing a fandomless OC myself, I find my understanding of them has grown a bit. That said, sometimes I need to be able to connect them with something, as each fandom has a specific world to them. I need a consistent, solid world anchor to be able to understand the character, which drifters don’t have, so I can struggle to RP with them. I’m willing to try though!

- OCs from fandoms I am unfamiliar with. If I don’t know what sort of world/background your character comes from, it leaves me guessing too much and confused. I have attempted to roleplay with them anyway in the past and it just doesn’t work.

- OCs with very little backstory and information, or with a confusing one, or even with none at all. In essence, poorly made OCs. I need info to RP with you. At least seriously. So sorry. I need to be able to understand your character at least a little, since I don’t do good with “lets play a guessing game” or “I literally have no idea what I’m doing” or “what the hell is going on” sort of RPs, and I have never been good at them, and so I need clear, concise information on your character.

- Canonically (or noncanon since this is an OC as well) unknown family member OCs. Whether it’s a sibling for my character or for someone else’s that was never mentioned in canon, I just can’t. (If you want to RP a family member of my character that I have mentioned in my character’s info, please ask me beforehand as I usually have an idea already of what their family member is like, but usually I will be okay with that as long as you ask me first before just going ahead and doing it.) I’ve never been able to RP with them, for a multitude of reasons, one of the main being they often end up reminding me of the bad version of self inserts or genderbends. I have been unsuccessful at breaking this way of thinking towards them despite attempting to many times, and so I just cannot do it, personally. I am sorry.

Important reminder: Please note that I suck at explaining this somewhat, and just because my brain struggles with roleplaying with certain characters does not mean I dislike your muse or think they suck! I can think your OC is absolutely AMAZING and they can be SUPER well written and developed and I can want to interact but my brain is just dumb and if I try to my brain just refuses. These SAME issues can happen with canon characters too, I have simply noticed it more with other OCs, thus the specific section for them.

Those are all the ones I can think of right now. I am very sorry to anyone who has one of these and wants to RP with me, however I simply cannot do it, personally. I’m sure there are plenty of other people out there though who would love to RP with you even though I cannot, and just because I will not RP with you doesn’t mean I dislike you or your character. I’d be happy to still be friends with you, I just won’t be able to RP with you. I’m someone who needs to be able to connect to the character I am roleplaying with on at least SOME level, for my character to be able to connect to them as well, so if I am unable to do that then I am unable to roleplay with them. (This can include as well, the WAY someone roleplays, since if there is no emotion or thought or description in replies, it gives me nothing to go on and connect to, and leaves me unable to respond, even if I WANT to RP with you.)

★ I hate to have to do this (and I never used to have a password), however I have had A LOT of trouble with people not reading and following my rules in the past, and or speaking about or talking about/not tagging my major trigger, so if you have read my rules, please inbox me with “Catshark” (I prefer Inbox over IMs for the password so I can keep track forever of who sent it in). I ask this of people because it also helps a lot with my anxiety, and keeps me from wondering and worrying in the back of my mind if I might actually get triggered by something. I know it can be tedious to do this extra step, and I hate that I even had to add this step in the first place, however after years of roleplaying, and dealing with people, it became necessary due to several bad past experiences in tumblr fandoms. It was not added on a whim, so please take the time to do so. Also, I do understand that you probably follow a hundred blogs that all have their own rules, so if you forget stuff, that’s okay! I do it too. The password is just so I know it is safe for me to approach you and remind you of something if you do forget. Otherwise, I tend to sit here and kind of panic about if I can mention something to you (it has happened before that someone who didn’t send it in and came across friendly bit my head off when I asked them to tag something), and it means I am more likely to unfollow or stop interacting, or even block you eventually due to my anxiety. And I don’t want that to happen over a silly misunderstanding.

There may be more added to this later if I think of something. Thank you for taking the time to read this.