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[tonycries]

Gojo Satoru and his loooooong flexible legs talks you exactly through how to bend your own to his every will.

[blackmoonoracle]

PICK A CARD - MASCULINE WOUNDS

You can find my brief breakdown of masculine energy in the natal chart here. Tip Jar

PILE 1

tw: sexual trauma

Anger and sex drive, the people in this particular collective may have experienced sexual trauma at any point in time that has developed into an issue with emotional security. In order to heal you need to learn how to develop trust in your perception, self expression, decision making, and any chronic pain or issues need to be given more thought and care. Not accepting the bare minimum, not pushing yourself for the sake of others, not letting others take your power.

Taking your power back for the sake of yourself.

This is an energy of being conscious of chronic issues, extreme trauma, healing from extreme abuse and allowing yourself to let go of the cycle of releasing your power in order to survive. You are not helpless, you are not incapable, you are not weak, you are not bad, you are not a waste of space, energy, words, time, effort, or love. You are a worthy being, you have earned your place, your reputation, your successes, and your desired future. You have suffered a lot, in some way shape or form.

This could've been mental or sexual anguish in pre teen years.

Feeling almost disgusting or gross for existing as a sexual being. Disdain for sex, astonishment I heard as well? I feel like there is potential religious trauma regarding sex in this pile.

There may also be a sense of pain or confusion about life in general, perhaps you are someone who struggles with feeling destined for failure. Like part of you still doesn't believe that you're not destined to suffer, you've learned so much and I feel like a lot of you are like older gen z or late teens.

It feels like you've always felt very judged, and very misinterpreted. Like others could've been offended by your mere presence. Something about the way you thought, or spoke, or expressed yourself was or is very upsetting for people. You're not afraid to talk about the truth? Is the exact way I'm hearing it be described.

You have very powerful voice, and your words pack a punch in more than one way.

Your words project veryyy quickly into your reality, and I heard "reaffirming reality" as well, treating your brain like a science project I heard? LMAO it's giving aquarius 😭

So do mirror affirmations, some of you could have an affinity towards mirror magick. That being said handle that carefully, and know to be careful in approaching that. Make sure you're researching and covering your bases. I heard Aphrodite, so Aphrodite could be trying to work with someone. I also heard keep your peace, so chill out, don't engage with anyone. You're in the process of taking back your power so sometimes people act up. LITERALLY not a you problem, and if they make it a you problem stand your goddamn ground and show that person, no matter who they are, what role they play in your life, that you are under no circumstances going to continue to take their shit. The universe is testing you, lock tf in and don't worry about anyone else. Worry about YOU and YOUR DREAMS, and YOUR DESIRES. Plant the seeds that truly matter to YOU, you won't know if it works until you try it. Don't be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Don't be afraid to be yourself, your authenticity really resonates with others in some way shape or form. It's how you connect with people, you show them that being yourself is a lot less painful that you'd think.

This could be black Moon Lilith in cancer and Scorpio or 4th and 8th house Chiron energy. you could be a cancer rising, some of you could have a leo descendant? I heard polish and German as well for some others, someone could be polish another person could be German. If this pile resonated and you'd like to purchase a personal reading on this topic you can purchase one for just 55$ or send over a tip on Venmo or Kofi if the message resonated and helped in some way! https://ko-fi.com/blackmoonoracle @blackmoonoracle is my Venmo!

PILE 2

Self Worth, and Value/Honorary Systems This collective has very powerful values. This could be Taurean, or Aquarian energy, possibly also Aries. You could be mars dominant or have a prominent mars in your natal chart. Your mars may also be in the 11th, or 2nd house! Or you could have Uranus in the 2nd house or Venus in the 11th house. Suffice to say this could also be mars in Taurus, or Aquarius as well. 2nd house Venus, or 11th house aquarius. There's something with individualism in this pile as well. A lot of deeply practical energy, possibly very venusian as well. Could have Venus in pisces, or Venus-neptune interactions in the natal chart. You could have Venus in Taurus, or you could have Venus in aries I'm hearing. You are going on a deep journey of transforming your masculine will. Understanding you are worthy of making your creations, that what you create is valuable and is of quality. You are worthy of abundance, you are worthy of success. I feel like there could've been a sense of detachment since a very young age for this pile. It feels like affection could've always been a touchy subject. I'm also seeing a connection to religion here, especially with Venus being in Virgo. Virgo Venus has always reminded me of catholicism due to the very intricate and detail oriented nature of Catholic symbolism. As well as the emphasis on purity, which is an aspect of Virgo. Seeing as it is the virgin. This can also look like your love always coming with deep criticism. Perhaps you could've felt like the ways in which you expressed love were not respected. Or you could've felt like there was a feminine presence that seemed to bring you a great sense of regret. It feels like a self criticism wound. It feels like a disconnection from the mind in order to attain purity. Like, this pile could feel that they need to fully embody some aspect of a pure, or virginesque energy in order to be worthy of recognition?

Soooo specific, but hey! if it resonates it resonates. There's a deep wound here in regard to knowing how to accept help. It's like accepting help in your mind makes you feel like you're worthless, or as if you are not contributing enough. It's like you feel the need to contribute the most, so that others know you are serious and worth taking serious. Being undermined, minimized, having your values be overlooked, or being seen as unremarkable could've been something you struggled deeply with. I see a lot of pain dealing with women here. Significant Mother wounds that could've led to these wounds in your masculinity. Perhaps experiencing silencing, being forced to not do, say, act, or be in some way shape or form because it is "unsightly" or "shameful" Being disregarded, possibly some bullying here, feeling like an outsider. Like no one could grasp your values, your morals, who you TRULY are.

Almost feeling like you lack an identity.

finding balance in yourself, learning how to accept that you are worthy of being helped. That being helped does not make you unworthy, that being helped is something that is okay, that accepting care, and nurturing, and love is a good thing. starving yourself of intimacy in hopes that by taking the lashings of yourself, and others, while remaining in this "pure" state of being will finally make you worthy of being seen. vision is a general thing here. You may feel like your vision doesn't come to light, or that others don't understand your vision. It's unique, it's you, it's not what everyone else might expect of you. You're groundbreaking, no one could ever be you, learning how to be in love with your individuality. Accepting what makes you weird, and accepting yourself in spite of the way others feel. Knowing that accepting yourself is the deepest form of self connection and that you deserve to feel loved and supported.

Accepting that the embodiment of authenticity may cause issues in connections with people who cannot accept themselves or live in their own truth.

Understanding that you can find purity in your search for your authentic self, authentic truth, and your life purpose. Through embodying yourself in your truth.

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PILE 3

You may feel stuck in what you were once defined as, as if other people's perceptions of you cut extremely deeply. Your honor is important to you, you like for things to run smoothly. It's important to you to feel secure in who you are and how you express yourself.

I think that, it would be significantly healthy for this pile to learn what makes them feel passionate.

Maybe you feel that you are judged harshly, or in response to a harsh judgmental world you disconnect from yourself. Extreme self consciousness, fear of being "naked" or "vulnerable". Fear of connecting with yourself and others. Fear of relying on or connecting with your community. Feeling like an outcast, impostor syndrome. Lack of self awareness, TOO much self awareness. Untraceable, or difficult to uncover pain. Not understanding the root of things. Beauty that feels skin deep, unrealized depth, and unfulfilled potential. Learning who you are, finding the drive to connect with yourself. Understanding what it means to be you, and that you have to choose yourself at some point in order to lessen suffering. Fear of risk, and Fear of reward, a very loud self critic.

Accepting and acknowledging the mother wound in order to integrate and heal it. Connecting with earth, trusting nature, allowing yourself to think about the things you fear most. Understanding that you cannot hide from certain truths, and that looking the other way doesn't make it go away. There's a song that went viral on TikTok by MGMT called Little Dark Age. I specifically channeled the part that's like "Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain, just know that if you hide- it doesn't go away."

Having to understand that you are not responsible for other people, you are not Jesus, why do you bare the cross. Why do you punish yourself for not meeting the "standards" that others are projecting onto you. Are they standards, or are they control tactics, is it manipulation? Are you in alignment with YOUR thoughts, feelings, and desires? Or are you taking on the thoughts, feelings, desires, and expectations of others who want to strip you of your individuality?

Transforming your self concept, looking at what traits, qualities, and authentic self expressions are ACTUALLY in alignment with your highest good & will call in passion, success, happiness, and stability into your life?

Being proud of your intelligence, your ability to perceive, to be know how to think outside of the box.

Having a lot of eccentric natured personality traits and understanding that those are attractive to others. That what makes you different is what makes you likeable, because it's what's uniquely you. Embodying your truest self form, writing affirmations. Creating lists and notes of the hard to integrate topics and realizations in order to make them more tangible.

Excessive mental energy, very deeply tapped into divine creative expressions. Having blessed thoughts, words, and ways. Knowing that you deserve your blessings, and that you are a generator of luck and karma. That you have to ability to move mountains.

Taking it less personal when people throw rocks from glass homes, knowing that you are worthy of better, worthy of more, worthy of success. Feeding your hunger to succeed, knowing that you have the skill, knowledge, creative drive, and capability to connect with others through your art and creativity.

Uncovering what beauty means to you?

I heard Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo, PIsces, cancer, Gemini, mercury, Sagittarius, 9th house, 6th and 5th house.

Sun in aquarius, Moon in Taurus/Capricorn, Moon in gemini, Moon in Aries, Moon-mars aspects.

Mother Gaia

Disconnected from ancestors and spirit team, but willing to learn and receive.

Looking for a new outlook, looking for a way out, remaining steadfast and faithful in what you believe.

Not allowing others to dictate your thoughts, feelings, or reality.

Co-Creating with divine consciousness.

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[specific-dreamer]

stay gold is for darry too

“when you’re young and the world is new / it’s easy to forget when you’re trying just to make it through”

bc, cmon guys, darry is twenty. 20, two-zero. idk how different college was back then, so bare with me.

he’s from tulsa oklahoma, the south, and he’s twenty years old. assuming he didn’t take a gap year (i’m going off the musical sayin he had to drop out, instead of not go all together) he would’ve been in his second year of school.

(i’m putting a break here because this turned more into a headcanon than an analysis i fear)

and we know darry’s a lil extroverted social butterfly, i’m sure he made so many friends. do you think he told them he was going home for the weekend but would totally be back for that frat party? or do you think he had a best friend on campus that he couldn’t wait to introduce to his family and the gang because he just knew how’d great they’d get on?

because he’s at a state college likely, there’s gonna be greaser/soc rivalries still but chances are so high that the max tension will be arguments. so it’s likely he even got to (freely, and guilt free) make friends with socs.

his biggest worries sophomore year was if he would finish his homework and papers before the weekend so he could go home for his birthday. his biggest worry was working up the nerve to still his dad he blew his allowance that month on some girl. his biggest worry was struggling with being a first gen college student, juggling his papers and football practice, and his work study.

i’m willing to bet he didn’t even tell his parents he’d be home that weekend. i’m thinkin he told dally, because dally would likely forget to tell the others he was comin and everyone else can’t keep their mouths shut for shit.

i think he went to Oklahoma State, which is only 2 hours from tulsa. so, i’m thinking he caught the greyhound really really early that morning, like crackass of dawn early. and when he gets there it’s probably 6:00 and through the window darry can see his parents rousing soda and pony up for school. (school may start at 8:30, but they got two rowdy teenage boys one of whom hates school to get ready, they’ll wake up an hour earlier than necessary)

darry, in all his older brother glory, probably waits for the perfect moment to make his grand entrance. he’d wait until he hears ponyboy loudly complaining that “darry doesn’t have to wake up this early” and he fuckin grins because that’s the most perfect entry for him.

but he can’t get excited, not yet. he’s gotta act like it’s no big deal that he’s here, so he opens the door all casual like and starts toeing off shoes as he closes it behind him. and in his arrogant, i’m-the-eldest-of-course-i’m-right voice he says, “you’re so right, little brother. i actually woke up three hours ago.” and darry tries his damndest he really does, but he can’t help the way his chest loosens and his grin widens and it feels like every stressful thing he’d been worried about rolls off back when he hears the gasps and “sweet mother mary” from his family when he announces himself.

he probably doesn’t even get his second shoe off before he’s knocked to ground by pony (soda would have too, if he was anymore awake, instead he’s just staring at darry in confusion).

i’m gonna write a fic BUT BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING

do you think darry feels guilty for not having called ahead of time? do you think he wishes he stayed at school that weekend so parents wouldn’t have gotten in that wreck? do you think a small of darry, a part that he hates as each day passes, wishes that he let the social workers take his brothers? only to instantly regret that train of thought when his brothers crawl into his bed at 10pm trying to stop shaking and crying so they don’t “wake” darry

do you think that it was in that moment, that all those childhood jokes with his parents and phony arguments with paul suddenly became real. that sodapop and ponyboy are his babies. they may not be his in the same way that curly and angela are tim’s kids, but his friends at school are always sayin darry needs to stop referring to pony as his “littlest”.

we know darry didn’t cry at the funeral (or at all, at least to pony’s knowledge) but i really think college was such a breath of fresh air for darry that he was probably holding back sobs when he called his schools admission office to drop out.

i think before they could bury their parents properly, darry had to convince his brothers to go down to school with him so he could pack his things up. (i say convince because i think pony might’ve cried himself hoarse thinking that darry was going back to school and leaving them alone)

do you think darry cried the night before they went down to oklahoma state? because his friends were finally going to meet his littles that he could never seem to stop talking about. he’d have to find some way to apologize for missin the frat party (and his 20th birthday, hell, darry thinks his might’ve been more excited than he was) because saying his parents just died and he legally became a father of two is a little too comedic to sound real despite things.

or do you think he avoided his friends like the plague because he knows he’d break down if he saw their pitying eyes? he knew he’d break down if that one girl he couldn’t keep his eyes off of from his psych class saw him and soda carry his boxes to the car and stopped and ask him why he was leaving.

do you think after the funeral when darry made sure his brothers were alright, tucked in for bed and knew they could go find him if they needed anything at all, instead of going to his room he went to his parents room? just to feel their presence one last time. he probably went under their covers too, in the middle like when he was a kid so he could turn left and smell his daddy’s cologne or turn right and smell his mamas rosy perfume, just so he could get one more hug from them. just one more hug before he had to let them go

(do you think when ponyboy inevitably came lookin for darry to scare his nightmares away later that night he got scared when darry wasn’t in his room? do you think he started crying all over again unable to be tough because what if darry’s dead too or worse what if he really did leave them? do you think that’s when pony started sleeping with soda instead. that that’s when his image of darry being a hero cracked because what kind of hero leaves when people are still needing to be saved?)

[gay-otlc]

When people say they struggle with keeping track of all the tone tags (the ones like /j or /gen), everyone who disregards that by responding "it's just memorizing some abbreviations/acronyms, it's not that hard, stop complaining" is ableist and a fucking hypocrite. If you're going to advocate for accessibility, advocate for accessibility for all of us.

You can't claim to be an ally to neurodivergent and disabled people and then shit on us for our symptoms. If you actually care about helping us, why aren't you listening when we say we struggle with something? It's never okay to tell disabled people they should be able to do something they can't, that it's not that hard, but it's especially not okay if you do so while pretending to support disabled people.

Also, in addition to the "it's not that hard" statement being ableist, it's utter bullshit. There are so many tone tags to keep track of and memorize. I did a quick google search and one of my top results had ninety one tone tags. That's a lot. That's probably a lot even for a neurotypical person, and I'm not a neurotypical person. I struggle to remember a lot of basic, necessary tasks, so I really can't memorize ninety one tone tags.

Especially when some of them are incredibly ambiguous- only one letter? Acronyms or abbreviations at least give you some clues, one letter tone tags are so incredibly confusing. Like, what does /t mean? There are a lot of words that start with T! (This is a rhetorical question. I know /t means "teasing," but I only know the answer because figuring that out was a memorably frustrating experience.)

And /t is just one example of a tone tag I learned because I kept seeing it in conversation and not understanding and being really confused and frustrated. I can't tell you the number of times I've been messaging someone on discord, and they say something with a tone tag I don't recognize, and I just open a new tab to google the meaning, which is where I find lists like the one above. I usually rely on google instead of asking the person what they meant, because I feel stupid and embarrassed for not knowing this code that everyone else seemingly gets.

Which is exactly how it feels when I don't understand someone's tone in real life! Confused and frustrated and ashamed. And tone tags were supposed to help neurodivergent and disabled people not feel that way, so I don't know how we reached a point where they cause those feelings in many of us.

I can't deny that tone tags are a useful accessibility tool for some. If you find them helpful, it's genuinely good that you have that resource. But they're not accessible for all of us. It's incorrect to act like tone tags are a perfect way to communicate, and it's ableist to disregard our struggles with them and tell us to just try harder.

Either listen to those of us who say they have trouble understanding tone tags, or stop pretending you actually give a shit about accessibility.

[milqueandsugar]

I know you're on hiatus so this is just when you're free. Im very excited that you added baldurs gate to your list so may i request astarian, wyll, and shadowheart with someone who crochets them little gifts (small plushies and stuff like that)

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

gen , fluff / angst (lite)

includes , astarion / wyll / Shadowheart

A/N , this got away from me a little bit whoops!

WYLL has struggled with intimacy his whole life, he understands what basic, expected intimacy SHOULD look like. Chivalry, romance, boundaries. Raised in nobility he knows every step in courtship, but in all honesty he hasn't really been in any relationships. In practice he's a little... rusty. He's learning though! He has gifted you several things throughout your journey together. Mostly flowers or jewelry that made him think of you, or anything at a market or seller you look at a little too long. You givining HIM something though takes him by surprise, he had been so busy giving, showing he can be a good partner and following the rule book of love he has in his head that for a while he forgot that he can also receive love. He adores it, he's poor at showing it, but he does love it. He keeps them all, at night studying how you perhaps put them together and eventually trying to sneak peaks at your projects. Eventually when you discover the trunk in his tent filled with your projects do you finally tech him how to make them himself. It becomes a date night between the two of you, you get some much needed time to indulge in your hobby and Wyll gets to learn something clearly very important to you.

SHAOWHEART at first is pretty neutral about them, she thinks it's cute and she appreciates the passion you have for your hobby. She picks up yarn scraps and buys rolls for you in exchange for your little trinkets. In the night she sleeps with them, usually the most recent one you'd given her as they still smell like your skin and the candles you burn in your tent. Sometimes the yarn will pick up the scent of campfire smoke and its too easy to imagine you burning the midnight oil to make her a little stuffed bear or crocheted flowers. She keeps and cares for them religiously and going over her collection becomes part of her nighttime rituals. She keeps this too herself but shes desperate to hold onto them. Her memories do not solely belong to hers, they have been tampered and lost and stolen from her and in her heart she knows that oneday, someday she will forget you. Her collection of crochet gifts become a lifeline to her own life, to you. In her head she can convince herself that if she has the pieces of you, she can pull together the pieces of her memories of you.

ASTARION is a little confused about it at first. He's still getting used to this whole long term, non abusive relationship thing. He doesn't know what to do with them at first, he thinks they're cute but they aren't quite his style. He keeps them purely cause you gave them to him, you crafted them for him, you put them together stitch by stitch, row by row with HIM in mind. All that labour and for what? His enjoyment? It's a foreign idea to him. Like putting socks on before your trousers it feels backwards. For a long while he tries to give you something in return, kisses, a night of passion, love bites. All things you deny, you have to affirm him that these are all things you love as much as you love him, but he owes you no debt. It was an act of love, not of greed and it takes a long time for him to get used to receiving with no expectations. When he does however he warms up on the little things. He begins to sleep with them, keeping smaller ones in his pockets so he can run his fingers over the stitches in a soothing motion when journeying. Your gifts become not just a regular in your relationship but in his private life as well.

[svt-kiki]

( 🩹 )　𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏　⌅ .

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　misamo　──　heisei galz　...　98%

THE famous jp girls in kpop 🤩

THE BIG 4

like their impact is insane??? they literally paved the way for japanese kpop idols in industry

as seungkwan once said, svt and twice’s comeback schedules often overlapped with each other, it didn’t take long to form a friendship within girls

fans favorites are isac moments ! they always greet and cheer each other, sometimes kiki just blended within twice and spend time with them since all of twice girls adores her, make once jokingly mourns they can never beat kiki

they have few of matching accessories and that led kiki to have dating rumours with all of them ( once & carat’s inner joke )

although they being iconic twiceteen friendship, she’s close with most of twice girls ( jihyo and kiki is bestie )

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　yuta　──　kiyu　...　94%

the most iconic friendship among the 3rd gen idols !

DEFINITION OF ETERNAL PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP

they met when svt & nct were doing promotions at the same around time, aju nice & fire truck back in 2016

had known each other since then, became friends shortly after

yuta silently pulls out kiki’s chaotic side successfully

they are the main reason for other ncteen friendships, they all grow closer to one another like “oh it’s kiki / yuta’s bestie’s member”

besically have joint custody for shotaro

she roots his solo activities passionately

he asked her for help about the acting project a lot

kiki is very proud of him, teared up when saw yuta on the screen for the first time

they held the famous washoku house party time to time when they miss their home country’s food

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　changkyun　──　kikyun　...　87%

the wiseman said, kiki and yuta are 100% platonic friendship but kikyun let us feel there’s a slight possibility of something else

and that’s true

🚨 sexual tension 🚨 ( not in public eye ofc )

she’s close with the most of monsta x members ( they adore their little sis too much ) and changkyun is the closest among all of them

he speaks to her in casual manner since their birthdays are less than a year apart and that makes them in the same grade in japan

but he calls her noona which is kinda confusing to other people especially if u consider he is not her member, but it’s their own way to communication

always hyping up each others solo work, mention in vlive and stories

midnight calls when someone is struggling to sleep, til one of them fall asleep over the phone

he teaches several languages esp how to do french pronouncing

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　seulgi　──　seulki　...　73%

call each other jagiya quite casually

quite suspicious potential gay couple

they’re just not LOUD, but if you take a look closer you’ll notice something… is going on…

talking like everything is normal while their faces are just really close and lips are just inches apart

someone said “they should be banned to interact publicly unless we all gonna have serious problem to our heart,” and that’s true-

attends each others concerts and fangirling over with it

seulgi: *sends lots of pics from japan trip* kiki: why she visiting japan more than me this year 🥲

˖˙ ᰋ 𝒽𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 ── 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　gaeun　──　kieun　...　61%

carats can’t take them without crying 🥹

like they tried to hide how much they care each other and success with it but that hug? after they find out gaeun couldn’t make a debut? one of the most sick moments in the entire pd series

the experience in pd 48 literally traumatized kiki

carats suspected the ranking manipulation in the program caused an eternal beef between some of the topsides in pledis ( including han seongsu himself ) and kiki and that’s

now it’s rare to see their interactions in public but most of kiki stans are aware of the preciousness in their friendship

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　minhyun　──　kinhyun　...　53%

nothing crazy, just good old friends

minhyun knows every juicy tea related to kiki he has a LIST of people who has a crush on her ngl

kiki is still close with all of nu’est boys, kinhyun is the most contacted pair, keep in touch time to time ( i mean they are the og oppas… just bring back nueteen like yeogi ga heavennnnn )

both love reading, exchange the book information they read and talk about it

sending the coffee track to each other’s drama 100%

꣑꣒　　kiki　+　yunjin　──　kijin　...　44%

yunjin being the representative of longing kiki committee in the 4th gens 😂 ( like there’s too many idols who look up her as their idol )

they knew each other before the produce 48 program, kept contacting even after yunjin quit the trainee and went back to the state

not she shouting eonniiiii from across the hallway of hybe building and jump up to her back

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[parrythisucasual]

HmmMmmMM I’ve had this idea for a bit basically Jax would have his like go to pranks be ones involving bugs so obviously he tries to screw around with the reader not knowing they actually really like bugs and ending up finding it cute or whatever. I’d just imagine him being utterly confused or concerned lmao

HERE WE GO TWO POSTS ONE WEEK???? ITS ALMOST AS IF IVE BECOME SLIGHTLY MORE BEARABLE!!!!!

JAX X Bug Enthusiast! Reader

Jax waited around the corner, snickering. Just a few moments ago, he’d slipped a few pincher beetles under your door. He eagerly awaited the scream of terror with perked ears and bated breath.

But… It never came. Jaax waited for almost twenty minutes, though it never came. He groaned, deciding you were probably too stupid to notice the bugs infesting your room, so he trudged back up the hallway to make sure you did.

He knocked, and your cheerful voice called back. That was odd, usually, you were depressed and apathetic all the time. “Come on in!” you had chirped at him. Jax shrugged, turning the kob and entering- only to be faced with you laying belly down on your bed, kicking your legs up. With the beetles. In your bed. Just… crawling around.

You smile up at Jax, “These are my new pets. This is Dave the Magical Cheese Wizard, and that’s Suction Cup,” your grin bears the satisfaction akin to that of a Gen Z teenager that made a popular shitpost. He stared blankly at you, almost in a state of shock. 

You reached out to Dave, rubbing his shell a bit. He flexed his pincers but did not attempt to pinch you. You seemed thoroughly happy, although it was a relaxed sort of excitement. Happily content, perhaps? You glance back at Jax, “Thank you for them,” you speak slyly, “I knew you were the one to do it.” 

“How did you know it was me?” he raised a brow, surely you couldn’t have known. “Partly the knowledge you’ve done similar to Ragatha. But mostly your footsteps,” you respond, as if it had been clear the whole time, “Everyone walks differently. And in a few different ways,” you continue. He frowns, only more questions appearing in his mind.

“Really? You recognize everyone?” You shrug, “Well, Gangle is too light, I can't hear at all, and Kinger is hard to hear because he slides. But I can tell from the rest.” Jax nodded, then steered off of that conversation, now more interested in you keeping the bugs.

“I put these in here to freak you out,” he reminded, “And you like them?” You nod, picking up Sucion Cup, “I was in college for etymology,” you explain, rubbing the side of the bug’s pincer to demonstrate how much you trusted it, “bugs are a passion of mine.” Jax gives a small grin, “Really?”

You chuckle a bit, “Yeah, a lot of people think it’s gross and lame.” He shakes his head, “Nah, its totally cool. Bugs are freaky. Its cute how much you like it,” hes waving his hand. You nod, “You think so?” You smile at his nod and begin rambling about the beetles.

A few minutes later, your brain finally loaded what he’d said, “Wait, you think it’s cute?” you question, disbelieving. Jax’s face grew a bit darker, and your brain skipped forward again. Oh. OH. You’d first though he meant you were cute like a puppy, now you’re realizing you were very wrong.

“I don’t know, maybe? I guess so?” he tried to play it off, acting so casual about it. You merely blink, “Me? You like me?” He doesn’t respond, now avoiding eye contact. “Holy s*1t! You like me!” You couldn’t believe it. Your embarrassment finally joined the party, causing you to scoot backward, in a flustered mess. The situation was incredibly tense.

“Well yeah, yeah a little,” you being so flustered seemed to help him regain confidence, “I mean yes, I do. And it’d be pretty cool if you wanted to talk more or something?” he was struggling, but you were entirely ensnared by his awkward attitude. When he wasn’t being so fake, or at least when you could see through it, he was really sweet. You snort, smiling as you relax a bit.

“A date? Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s stunned as he looks into your face, his dumb grin having been wiped clean off, “Yeah? Yeah, okay, cool!” He perked up more, leaning in eagerly, “I’ll think of something really good, wait here,” he jumped up and hurried to the door, “Ill be back!” and disappeared.

You giggle, “Looking forward to it.”

[whimsicalpoet44]

Astro Observations # 4

🌟 Every Sagittarius I've ever met was very good at sports regarding the legs. Particularly soccer, skating, and running. For some reason, they also tend to be strong swimmers.

🌟 People with major Aries and Libra placements together tend to be a walking contradiction. They can simultaneously become enraged while also keeping a leash on their anger at the same time. They're also easily excitable. I love them.

🌟 Chiron in Virgo individuals often are forced to confront their biggest wounds or their health will suffer.

🌟 Gemini stelliums will often hyper-fixate on certain people, but do a terrible job expressing how much those people mean to them. Some will feel loved and others will feel discarded, leading to an abundance of confusion to the stellium individual. It's because they struggle with affection and communicating their intentions with the people around them.

🌟 Uranus in the 1st house | Aquarius risings | 11th House Suns will often manage many of the same struggles throughout their lives. They will be forced to break the societal norm and make their own way in life. It's likely an extremely painful, but transformative experience.

🌟 Capricorn Venus individuals love to express their love through gifts, but not in the way you think. Many interpret that showing love through gifts is because the person doesn't know how to express their emotions adequately. Cap Venus individuals do it because they genuinely care about the person and like to take a practical approach to affection. They want to care for their needs + give them the things they won't buy for themselves. It's a genuine act of love.

🌟 Pisces | 12th House placements can see how everyone affects the world. They understand their impact. They know how much one sentence can genuinely change a person's life and throw them on a completely different trajectory. (i.e. a cashier talking to someone about dinosaurs could peak a child's interest. That child then goes home, googles dinosaurs and becomes obsessed. They later become a paleontologist. That never would've happened if they hadn't heard the cashier say what they said).

☀️ Having your South Node in someone's 12th House indicates unfinished business from a past life. Deep and intricate life changes occur here. Often times, it can end badly, but the person learns what they need to in order to advance forward in life. If the 12th house individual is receptive to the south node individual, they can end up life long friends or have a fondness for each other.

🌟 If your romantic relationship isn't working out with someone, but you have 11th house synastry, it could indicate you're both better friends. If both parties are open to attempting a friendship, it could be a lifelong connection for both of you.

🌟 The reason so many millennials/gen z have issues with relationships is because a lot of them have their Chiron in Libra. This indicates wounds pertaining to relationships. (hence, the toxic dating culture we see among these individuals)

🌟 Individuals with a lot of Scorpio placements tend to struggle with being vulnerable. It often puts them in position where they MUST make a choice - will they embody the magnificence of Scorpio or will they embody every toxic stereotype we know about Scorpio. (obviously, not everyone with Scorpio placements experience this, but the ones with heavy heavy placements)

🌟 North Node in Leo in the 1st House individuals often gain fame just for being who they are.

[the-s1lly-corner]

HDJDD HI HI HI!!!!

could you please do jax x chaotic short ferret reader??

Like the reader and jax doing pranks together and bein silly :^))

Jax x chaotic!ferret!reader

Two things!

One I didnt know how to incorporate the ferret aspect into this so UHUH!! Let's pretend ♡

Two, unrelated to this ask; but I have had some people comment requests, and several more dming them to me. I want to stress that I only take requests that are sent to the inbox because otherwise I struggle with keeping up with the request! Otherwise your request will not be answered. If I failed to say this before somewhere I apologize/gen

Oh you two are unstoppable. And everyone is so so tired

You two have different genres of prank, I think

You're chaotic and spontaneous while jax is more so calculated and thought out

He puts centipedes in ragathas room and you put baked beans where they shouldn't be

Baked bean reeces cup

So oftentimes when you guys pair up and do a prank it can be a total wildcard, taking the parts of both of your styles and making something that'll really stick and confuse someone

Smirks

You know what time it is

My favorite jax hc; the fidget hc. He messes with your tail

Probably sometimes (gently) squishes your head down so your neck kinda just

Goes down??? Squishes down into your body?? Slinky neck basically

Oooo that's actually a really cool oc concept; slinky ferret

Anyways

Silently cheers you on from the side when you exercise a practical joke he just taught you

"Oughtta boy/girl, Spitfire!" (Comical sound effects play off screen as you act out jaxs instructions)

[bagginshieldlibrary]

SUNDAY FIC REC LIST

This week's selection is Hurt/Comfort. So get your Blankies, snackies and a trusted stuffed companion, because this is going to hurt your feelings.

First up is Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah

Summary: Thorin sat in a bookstore reading to his nephews. He struggled to read the foreign English text, but he would do anything to please his nephews. Including humiliating himself in front of a cute man with a small boy of his own.

Thorin Durin, forced from his home in war-torn Erebor, struggles to adapt to England’s language and customs. Bilbo offers to help, and amongst many a cultural confusion, their relationship quickly grows beyond simple language lessons.

Rating: Gen

The summary says it all. :)

(you need and account to read it)

Next Up is Bad Blood by @conkers-thecosy

Summary: Bilbo patted Gloin awkwardly on the back, once, and was glad when the dwarf let go. It had only been a fraction of the time Thorin had held him for on the Carrock, and he was glad for it. Somehow it had been different, and perhaps until now, until he had been hugged fast by another of their company, held as a friend expressing gratitude, Bilbo hadn’t quite realised how different.

The thought of their leader caused Bilbo’s gaze to drag across to where Thorin was standing, restrained firmly by two elves, and he was embarrassed to find those blue eyes fixed upon him quite unblinkingy. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was something fierce in his gaze. Something barely contained. Hidden, but so close to the surface that Bilbo still got a sense of it. Like a shadow, or smoke reflected in glass.

***

Or: How might the events of Mirkwood unfolded if Bilbo hadn't had the ring?

Rating: Teen and up

Angry protective Bilbo. Biting. Feral acts of violence against elves. Nobody's secrets are safe. Conkers I love you for this one.

In third we have, A King's Bond by Mordelle

Summary: King Thorin felt like Mahal Himself had swung his mighty hammer and cracked it right between his dazed blue eyes. The vibrations from The Strike shook his very being from his skull to his heart and then out through every nerve in his body. His eyes rolled back, his lungs expelled every breath of air, and the King Under the Mountain swooned so violently that his chair tipped backward with a loud crash, leaving everyone in the room silently gaping at the head of the table where only a pair of royal boots could be seen. His One had finally returned his Call.

Rating: Mature

(just imagine a string of crying emoji's here.) there's fading, there's parental rage, there's slow burn. They love each other your honor.

Our 4th fic is Wild Wings by DomesticGoddess

Summary:

Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

Rate: Explicit

WING FIC!! WING FIC!!!! WING FIC!!!!! That is all.

And lastly we have Through the mist (I find you) by MiraHerondale

Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor two years after the Battle of the five Armies, invited by his friends to join the Durin's Day festivities. With his last memory of Thorin being him dying on the ice of Ravenhill, he worries he might not be entirely welcome. After all, he never heard about his banishment being revoked. What he finds, is simply much more devastating.

Rate: Explicit

Thorin's lost his memories. Bilbo's desperate to get one last taste. I apologize for the hurt, but also You're welcome for the rest!

[cybercasket]

Sally Williams headcanons

(CW for discussion of coping with death + trauma. I go in-depth into Sally's mentality towards what happened, but I don't talk about the trauma itself.)

To start things off, this is based off of Sally's official character sheets (2017/most recent sheet) (2013) and what I remember from the story more than they are the fandom's perception of her. These headcanons might make more sense if you check those out first!

🧸 According to her creator La-Mishi-Mish, her body's age can change. She's chronologically in her 60s, mentally + spiritually 12 (her age at death), and typically appears 8. She used to have the ability to turn any age she wanted, but it got retconned because La-Mishi-Mish kept getting called out for being irresponsible and creepy with it.

So, I think that Sally's form can shift ages to some extent, though it's mostly subconscious and based on her state of mind. It's a little bit like the early Steven Universe episode "So Many Birthdays" except a bit more stable.

🎀 Sally is actually deathly afraid of becoming older, and does everything she can to maintain the persona of an innocent 8 year old girl.

To her, 8 was one of the last few good years of her short life--afterwards is when everything became bad and wrong, and she was subject to so much judgement, criticism, responsibility, and predatory behavior from the people around her that she couldn't handle at the time.

She's afraid that being much older than 8 will make her a target.

🎠 Sally romanticizes being younger a lot, though she also likes the way it makes other people perceive her. By behaving more incompetent, temperamental, and oblivious than she really is, she can make people believe that she's cute, innocent, and incapable of wrong. She has a strong internalized belief that being older is dangerous, while being younger is safe.

🧸 She age regresses intentionally (from 12 to 8) by heavily focusing on her more childish interests (eg. Dolls, girl toys, and princesses) and by pushing away/repressing parts of her that she seems too mature or grown-up (eg. Certain words, ways of speaking, and knowledge/awareness she has).

🎀 According to her creator, Sally spends a lot of time in the woods near her house playing with kids at the local playground.

I think she is absolutely DEDICATED to the act of being a completely normal 8 year old girl. She'll bandage the bleeding from her head, watch all their shows, learn all their games and slang, and even collect the toys they like so she can fit in and play with them.

🎠 Lately though, she's been having to tell kids that her parents don't let her use her iPad much. There's always a bit of an adjustment period for her between each new generation of kids, but she really struggles to wrap her head around Gen Alpha's modern technology.

🧸 Speaking of technology... She's not good at it. For a long time she didn't really bother to learn since stuff like computers and phones were associated with older people, and her not knowing how to use them fed into an image of her being cute and childlike. However, it's genuinely bewildering and confusing to her.

🎀 Do NOT play Roblox with her, it will take 20 minutes for her to join your game and she won't know the first thing about how to play it 😭😭😭. Though with enough patience, you could probably get her hooked on something like Adopt Me.

She's not good at other games either, though she usually doesn't try in competitive video games (eg. Mario Kart) on purpose because she doesn't really understand them, and likes seeing how happy the people she's playing with get when they win :-).

🎠 She has a ton of excuses memorized for why her parents are never there with her at the playground, and why the parents of other kids can't meet her parents.

Sometimes it doesn't work out so well, and she has to spend a few hours trying to find a way to wiggle out of a missing person's report... She usually hangs out farther away from where the adults are to avoid ending up in awkward situations like that.

🧸 Over time, her perception of her years from 0-8 and her years from 9-12 became really polarized--in her mind, her younger years were all really good, happy, and romanticized, and her older years were completely terrible and miserable.

Like, in her head 1st and 2nd grade were happy and peaceful, meanwhile 4th and 5th grade were completely miserable and that's when her life became terrible. Realistically there was good and bad in both, but she isn't able to see it that way.

🎀 Everything past 9 for her is a blur until she has to connect with people closer to her death age, which then makes her shift her physical appearance back to where it'd normally sit. Her older years become a little bit easier to process in that state.

She tries to act a bit more like a "big kid" to fit in, but she's extremely out of practice since she's almost always acting 8, so she ends up coming off a bit immature.

🎠 She misremembers herself dying younger often.

🧸 She doesn't like throwing temper-tantrums (especially around strangers) because it's difficult to tell how people will react to them, however she plans them out strategically and WILL have them if it means she gets what she wants. She represses a lot of her emotions and releases them during these (Though she does have plenty of genuine breakdowns as well, since she's mentally 12 and has been suffering from PTSD and depression for the past 50 or so years.)

🎀 Maintaining her appearance as a young girl takes stamina/energy, though being 12 takes the least because it's more authentic to her.

🎠 According to Sally's creator, she also haunts her childhood home. I think her house is her safe space where she can be herself without worrying about how she's perceived by others.

It's really messy (she's a bit of a hoarder and only cleans when the mess becomes inconvenient to her,) and she has a huge collection of toys and books.

🧸 Her toy collection spans multiple decades, and she even still has some toys from back when she was alive deep in her collection somewhere in terrible condition. She doesn't usually have whole sets, just a few pieces here and there she decided to keep from the people she plays with (whether they left them at the playground or she decides to pocket something small she likes but the other kid doesn't seem to care about while they're playing) or from CVS or something.

🎀 Sally really likes reading, but she's a little self-conscious about it because she likes to read books that are far above the reading level and outside of the interests of the average 8 year old, like Pride and Prejudice. She also likes watching old movies from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and has a secret obsession with Marilyn Monroe.

She also likes reading romance, but sex scenes trigger the hell out of her so when she comes across one, she gets out a giant black crayon (because black covers the words the best,) and just starts madly scribbling over it.

🎠 Sally likes horror a little bit too, because darker stories and themes often reflect how miserable she feels deep down. However, since she's 12 and doesn't have a large capacity for tolerating the heavier stuff, she usually keeps it light.

Most of it isn't worth much, but there's probably a couple things that are like $200 or something and she has no idea because she barely uses the internet.

🧸 When she runs out of stamina or gets too triggered, her body morphs into a very pale, bony, frail old woman with sunken cheeks. It's terrifying for both her and whoever witnesses it.

🎀 She doesn't kill, but I feel like it's less of a morality thing and more because she's too squeamish and also terrified of the consequences of getting aggressive/violent with someone who ends up attacking her back. Rapists in particular make her angry enough to almost want to kill.

🎠 She's emotionally attached to and chases Ben, but he doesn't reciprocate it. They're both technically the same age (both being dead at 12), but while Sally embraces her childishness and immaturity almost to a fault, Ben is deeply ashamed of and uncomfortable with his which leads to him feeling easily annoyed or disgusted by Sally. Basically, Ben is too much of an "Ew, that's for babies" type of kid to enjoy playing with Sally 😭😭.

[what-gs-watching]

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid."

Y’ALL, I watched Dead Boy Detectives. Which really, should come as no surprise. Because of the whole Neil Gamain thing. But also because that kind of weird is right up my alley.

I have to say, I’m absolutely loving this trend of teen-shows-with-absolutely-wild-shit-happening. This was not a thing when I was younger, and I thoroughly appreciate it. Why did I only have Dawson’s Creek and Sabrina the Teenage Witch and fucking Boy Meets World? Don’t get me wrong, I love all of those but what I really would have benefited from was teen drama with fucked up situations. Gen Z is kind of lucky I guess? (LOL jk except for the entire state of the world, but at least they get good shows…)

Wherein two teenaged ghosts form a detective agency to help solve cases for other ghosts that would otherwise go ignored, while running from death lest they be forced into the afterlife and separated, making friends with a psychic and other humans along the way. 

The thing is, you gotta let go with this show. It gets INCREDIBLY weird and you have to roll with it. Edwin’s death by accidental satanic sacrifice? Sure. Crystal the psychic purposely letting a demon possess her? Okay yeah. A supernatural entity that controls all cats in a small town, ridiculously named the Cat King? Harder to swallow, but I guess. A literal crow that gets turned into a boy who loves astrology? Confusing but, go on.  Incredibly aggressive and vulgar sprites eventually locked up in a jar? Actually, that’s hilarious I’m good with that. 

Truly, it’s absurd. And surprisingly violent. But also, and again no surprise, I was all about the underlying subtext between Edwin, who died in 1916, and his relationship with Charles, who died in 1989. I will always get behind a decades long ‘will they won’t they’ even if it’s between ghosts. Because I’m a fucking sucker for boys maybe being in love. And the entire trope in general. I love love, gang, even if it’s surrounded by horrible things happening. Maybe even more, if it is? I’m not sure what that says about me, but I’m WITH it. 

Also there is a TON going on in this show, they cover an incredible amount in 8 episodes. I always appreciate shows that can carry an overall storyline and smaller ones in a good balance. Monster of the week slash lore smushed together is always so satisfying. 

I’ve seen some reviews talking about the acting being less than stellar but like, they’re supposed to be kids. Everything is dramatic to kids. Who cares? They carried it as best as they could, and there isn’t anything really that stuck out to me as absolutely cringe worthy. Yeah they look older than they’re meant to but again, who cares. Let go, people. 

AND how excited was I to see the actress that played Rowena in Supernatural as the Night Nurse? Absolutely perfect choice. If they get another season I can’t wait to see her relationship with the boys grow. 

Thinking about it, maybe I like teen dramas that are absolutely not grounded in reality because it’s easier to stomach the allegories they want you to, that way. Edwin learns to confront his feelings, both about Charles and with the kid that inadvertently caused his death. Crystal struggles with her memory and the person she used to be versus the person she wants to be. Niko has to figure out how to have friends again after becoming a shut-in. Charles struggles with memories from his life and feeling powerless, choosing to paper a happy face over it instead. Jenny has to confront her distrust of literally everyone and her fear of love (even if that went  horribly wrong). 

I don’t want to be beaten over the head with life lessons (I still haven’t finished Dawson’s Creek, it’s just too much to take sometimes) but I WILL absorb them while characters fight off horrible witches and try to defeat sea monsters. Ya girl clearly needs to be tricked into learning things. Don’t we all? Isn’t it better that way?  

I mean, you’re still getting force fed those slightly saccharine sentiments, for sure, but it’s easier  to swallow.  Gimme a little bit of spice with that sweet, please. 

The point is: this show is adorable. Can a show that’s about ghosts and witches and general supernatural fuckery be adorable? I don’t care, it totally is. And it slightly quenched my unending Good Omens thirst for like, a minute, and that’s obviously incredibly hard to do. 

So, I’m here for it. Gimme more Dead Boys.

[loveislattes]

Newbie

Summary: The newest survivor brought in by the entity is having a rough go of it. Between learning the rules and ways of the trials and dealing with the struggles of autism, depression, and anxiety, the reader hasn't exactly made many friends in the survivor's camp; but maybe, just maybe, she'll find friends elsewhere.

Word count: 3.3K

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader (May add more as chapters go on)C

Content warnings: Reader is a plus-sized AFAB with autism, depression, and anxiety. Danny is still an asshole and very chaotic but he has a heart specifically for the reader only. Descriptions of autism and mental health issues (based on my personal experience), one instance of sensory overload, ableism from other survivors (from ignorance, not malice), oral (male receiving), dom/sub power dynamics, mild asphyxiation, and knife play.

A/N: I'm hoping to make a few more chapters to accompany this one, but we'll see how it goes lol. Also, this is my specific headcanon for how Danny acts. It may not be everyone's cup of tea but it is mine :)

Depiction of my version of Danny, for reference <3

“So, what do you guys think about the new girl?” Claudette whispered conspiratorially. 

“She’s uh- She’s different, that’s for sure.”

Dwight’s words were quiet but you could still hear them across the campfire. You purposefully made sure your eyes stayed locked onto the flames before you, not wanting to give any indication you could hear them discussing you. In all honesty, you didn’t mind hearing it because you needed realistic feedback; feedback none of them had been willing to supply so far. 

“She’s not any good in chases, too slow; hell, even she herself said that she wasn’t ‘built’ for it,” Kate scoffed quietly, “At least she’s good at pushing through gens, even under threat.” 

At that, you could feel your cheeks warm up. You weren’t expecting the praise, but also the little side comment about your weight didn’t feel great either. It was the harsh truth though. While able to run a decent sprint, you weren’t a marathon type of person. You did some cardio and weights before, but nothing near enough to prepare you for this place. 

Dwight's speaking drew your attention back to them once more. 

“Her medical knowledge is top notch though! The fact that the entity brought us a nurse was really lucky,” he added kindly, “Even Claudette’s healing pales in comparison.”

Even without shifting your gaze, you could see the pissed-off scowl the botanist threw his way. If you weren’t trying to hide your little spying session, you’d laugh in her face, but alas, you didn’t want to piss off the only people around that weren’t trying to actively kill you.

You were the newest to the survivor's camp, having only been dragged into the fog a few weeks ago at most. It was hard to tell as there was no actual passing of time, but you’d tried to keep count of your periods of sleep and it seemed somewhere around fifteen days had passed, give or take a few. Any optimistic dreams of getting out of the trials and back to your world were quickly diminishing, your hope replaced with fear, confusion, and hatred. 

It didn’t help that you had a hard time connecting with your teammates. Part of the issue lay in your lack of knowledge of the trials and the other came from your lack of social understanding. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, but it seemed no other survivor had any sort of experience with autism or even any mental health issues. Some just right down didn’t care to and called your diagnosis an excuse- Those were the ones you made sure to avoid other than when necessary. There were some, though, who were friendly enough and tried to include you, namely Laurie, Dwight, Ace, Jeff, Steve, and Mikaela. They were the ones you had the most hope for.

Fuck, how you longed to be back home. 

“Well, looks like it’s time again.”

Laurie’s words shook you from your thoughts and you looked down just to see the fog crawling up your legs. 

“God damn it,” you bit out under your breath. 

Before you could figure out who was going into the trial with you, the world went dark and, within the next blink, you were in an all-too-familiar courtyard. Of course it was Midwich, one of the strongest realms for the killers. You only hoped you weren’t going against someone who benefitted from the particularly long empty hallways. The thought of facing the nurse down those corridors made your skin crawl. 

With a little sigh, you made your way around the hedges to the sole generator in the courtyard. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander as you began to connect the wires before you. What killer could it be this time? You hadn’t met them all yet, but you’d heard about them from the others. The fact you had yet to hear any sign of the killer, or feel that familiar panic of your heart racing when they were nearby, alluded to the possibility of a stealth killer. You hoped with all your might that it wasn’t Michael Myers. He was notorious for being ruthless, bringing gifts from the entity that allowed him to kill you on the spot without any prelude and the ability to track you even beyond the walls. It was terrifying. Out of the limited killers you had faced, he was the worst. 

“Well, well, I’d heard there was a new survivor but Evan and Anna failed to mention how hot you were!”

The sudden voice behind you sent you into a proper panic, your scream only drowned out by the exploding of the generator as you jerked back to face the unknown intruder. When your eyes locked onto the white screaming mask, your heartbeat raced even louder in your chest. 

Ghostface. Another killer you’d yet to meet. The others had mixed reviews about him when sharing their stories. Apparently, he was very hot and cold in his trials. Sometimes he would be merciless, hooking everyone without a second thought, and other times he would play cat-and-mouse games and allow one or two who had sufficiently entertained him to escape. 

“What, don’t tell me you’re mute, sweets,” he cajoled.

His head tilted to the side in an almost cute manner and you found yourself ruminating on the sound of his voice. It was obviously going through some kind of filter but the low timber was certainly- No, fuck, you wouldn’t let yourself even touch that thought! 

“N-No, sorry, I just- You startled me,” you explained quietly.

The fact he hadn’t thrown you over his shoulder yet was both a relief and terrifying. Was he in a good mood today? As you debated your chances of survival, he took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, the dance continuing until your back pressed into the cold steel of the gen. 

“What do you want, Ghostface?” you asked. 

His hands came to rest on either side of you with a deep, rumbling, chuckle and you were made painfully aware of how much taller he was when he boxed you in. As you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the way your face lit up in response to the sudden intimate position.

“Glad to see my reputation proceeds me,” he teased, “Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you this first time… if you do something for me.” 

Blinking slowly in thought, you tried to figure out what you could possibly do for someone who held all the power, but then his hand was on your jaw, squeezing your chin hard as he jerked your face up to meet his. 

“Whatdya say, sweets?” 

Swallowing hard, you murmured back, “What would I have to do?” 

You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he cackled loudly, gloved hand releasing your chin only to pat your cheek as if soothing a child. 

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a piece of ass like yours, especially one that isn’t attached to a whiny bitch,” he practically purred, “I’ll make it easy for you, this time. Let me feel that sweet little mouth and, in return, I’ll let you and two of your teammates go free.” 

Thinking became fairly difficult as his hand slid down and encircled your throat. He didn’t cut off your airflow entirely, but the threat was there under the light pressure, and it made your heart race. 

“T-Two?” you clarified. 

“Two. Can’t let you all get out scott-free or I risk pissing off the head bitch,” he explained, thumb stroking your skin almost lovingly, “So? Wanna make a deal with death, baby?” 

Emotions created a volatile vortex of your mind, uncertainty and fear of him going back on his word making you want to say no, but the promise of freedom demanding otherwise. On one hand, what would the others say if they found out? Then again, did you really care what they thought? They already had a preconceived notion about you. And it wasn’t like the thought of pleasing a man was exactly a bad one... Fuck, you were only human, and a touch-starved one at that, considering you were kept at arms reach unless you were healing the others. 

“Fuck it,” you finally sighed, “I’ll do it.” 

Ghostface sucked in a heavy breath, as if he had been expecting you to decline his advances, but then it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders and you were shoved to your knees on the ground, giving silent thanks for the fact you were on grass and not concrete. 

 The sight of the tall cloaked form pulling up his robes was almost amusing until he shoved down his black pants and you were granted a sight that made your mouth water. He wasn’t even fully hard but already you could tell he was big, thicker than you were used to. You weren’t sure if it was due to your appearance, as he had alluded, or if maybe he was just as hungry for human touch, but the fact he was already excited was enough to make your own body react. 

“You back out or don’t finish in time, the deal’s off,” he snapped suddenly. 

“Oh o- Ah, shit!” 

Ghostface silenced your words with a sharp tug on your hair, jerking you forward as he pushed his hardening cock against your face. 

“Time’s ticking, sweets,” he sang teasingly. 

You tossed him a little scowl before getting to work, one hand resting on his toned thigh as the other took hold of him. Your irritation slipped into intrigue and arousal as you slowly stroked his dick, enjoying the way he twitched and sighed way too much for what was undeniably an unconventional situation. As he hardened under your touch, you became dauntingly aware of just how thick he actually was. He had to be a little over average in length but your fingertips couldn’t even touch around it. The moment the first drip of precum rolled out over your fingers, you lost what reservations you held and quickly took him in your mouth. 

“Fu-u-u-ck! That’s what I’m talking about!” he groaned loudly, fingers knotting against your scalp in a burning hold.

Before you had the chance to react, both hands were on your head and you were forced further down his cock. You tried to brace yourself and pull back, but he was so much stronger, pushing until his head was pressing against your throat. It took all of your resolve not to retch as your body instinctively gagged around him, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, he moaned louder, as if turned on by the noises. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you sucked in ragged breaths through your nose every chance you got until he was back in your throat. 

“Come on, babe, I know you can take it,” he moaned, “Be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat nice and raw.” 

A choked moan escaped before you could stop it, your thighs clenching tight in search of relief. While you knew you were a bit of a freak back home, this was a whole other level, and you were disturbed by how much you liked it. Brows furrowing in concentration, you did your best to accommodate him and opened your mouth wide, relaxing your throat with a whimper.

“Shit, that’s it. Good girl.”

Annndd now you were dead. Not physically, of course, but mentally? You were beyond help. The sounds of the realm around you all faded away, even the loud chugging of the dying gen behind you muffled into silence under the sounds of the delicious moans he let out; the squelch of him pounding away at your mouth the only rivaling noise. Rivers of drool ran down your chin as he suddenly thrust forward and buried himself as far as possible, cutting off all traces of oxygen as your nose crushed into his dark pubes. 

For a moment, it all became too much; the dirt against your knees, the slick spit coating your skin, the sticky panties clinging to your wet sex, and the sting of his grip culminating into a massive sensory overload. Eyes popping open, you gawked up at those soulless black holes and tapped at his thigh frantically. To your relief and surprise, he immediately pulled back. 

“What? You good?” he asked, almost sounding concerned. 

You held up a finger and took a moment to breathe, centering yourself as you wiped your mouth clean to remove at least one of the issues. Once you didn’t feel as if you were going to pass out, you met his gaze again. 

“Sorry. Sensory issues,” you explained meekly, “I’m good to go.” 

He paused for a moment, as if debating, so you decided to take it upon yourself to take a breath and swallow him once more. 

“Damn, okay,” he laughed huskily as you dug your nails into his thighs, “Can’t say you’re not determined.” 

His taunting fell way to debauched moans as you found your rhythm once more. 

If it weren’t for the whole “stuck in an alternate reality where you’re sacrificed to a sadistic entity by brutal murderers”, this would absolutely be the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. None of your past partners had ever been as vocal as Ghostface. It was such a turn-on, a praise of the highest sort, and you were soaking it up like candy. 

You tuned out everything around you until all there was, was Ghostface; The sensation of his leather gloves cupping your face, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your nostrils, and his gravelly moans filling your head. 

“Fuck! Gonna come, sweets,” Ghostface groaned as his hips stuttered, “Gonna be good and swallow it all for me?”

Your moan of acknowledgment was met with a harsh curse and his hands once more taking over control. Keeping your teeth in mind, you hollowed your cheeks and traced your tongue along the underside of his cock as he fucked your face hard. There was no denying he was getting too rough, too caught up in his pleasure to care no doubt, but you weren’t about to stop him. The pain was worth the ecstasy thrumming through your veins. You were high on his pleasure. 

There was no further warning before he rammed down your throat with a vicious snarl, shot after shot of cum pulsing from his cock. Deragoatory praises flowed from his lips in an almost whisper as you slowly rubbed his thighs and pulled back enough to breathe and swallow, letting him ride out his orgasm with little thrusts against your tongue. You were more than happy to let him take all he wanted. 

There was a sudden shuffling of fabric and a flash of light that brought your eyes open in confusion, and you were mortified to find his camera pointed down at your face. 

“Gotta document the occasion,” Ghostface purred warmly, “Not every day I get a babe down on her knees for me around here.”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself, torn between staring at the literal killer who had just given you the sexiest experience of your life and getting yourself together in preparation to leave. Before you could decide, the sudden jarring chime of the clock rang through the courtyard with a thunder and you all but threw yourself into Ghostface with a shriek, instinctively hiding against the biggest threat in the realm for protection. Heat filled your face as the masked man’s laughter bubbled through the air. 

“Shit, that’s hilarious,” he sighed through laughter, then sighed, “You’re cute, you know that?” 

It took everything in you not to argue with his statement and instead untangle yourself from his legs, getting to your feet as he resituated his clothes. 

“Alright, deals a deal. Who you sacrificing?” he asked. 

“Uh, I didn’t even see who all’s here,” you admit meekly. 

Ghostface put a hand up to his chin as if in thought before saying, “Pretty sure I saw Laurie, Dwight, and Bill before I found you.” 

You nodded in understanding and let out a heavy breath. It felt heartless, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t as hard of a choice as you were pretending. 

“Bill.” 

“Ol military boy, huh? He piss in your Cheerios or something?” Ghostface asked. 

“I don’t- eh?!”

Your world was suddenly upended and a little oomph of pain escaped your mouth as he tossed you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Any instinctive need to complain was overruled by the throbbing of your cunt as his hand tucked between your thighs and gripped. Fuck, it shouldn’t be, but the way he could manhandle you like you were nothing was just… hot as hell. Clenching your thighs together in hopes of not embarrassing yourself any further, you relaxed into him and let him carry you away toward the gate. 

“Sooo?” he urged. 

Oh yeah. He’d asked about Bill. It was weird, talking to him like that he wasn’t some sadistic killer that had just had his dick in your mouth, but you appreciated his weird attempt at conversation nonetheless. 

“He likes to make fun of my autism,” you explained weakly, “Says I’m making it up for attention and to get out of shit. If only he fucking knew how much I wish that were true. Dude just lived in an age where nobody talked about mental health and disabilities, and those who had the worse versions were just locked away. It’s sad really.” 

Ghostface let out a hum but didn’t bother replying further, instead setting you down on your feet at the gate. When he suddenly gripped your jaw hard and pulled your face up, you watched him with a mixture of curiosity and heat, but your arousal-induced haze evaporated the moment he brandished his knife. 

“G-Ghostface?” you asked warily. 

He chuckled lowly as you swallowed hard and you could only imagine the devilish smirk that was hidden beneath the mask. 

“Just leaving my mark, sweets, gotta let the others know you belong to someone now,” he said, gloved fingers sliding down your throat to stop at your collarbone, “Don’t move, now. Wouldn’t wanna hurt ya~.” 

Standing still as a statue, you closed your eyes and braced for the worst. The sharp sting of his blade right above your breast tore a weak cry from your lips but still, you didn’t dare pull away, obediently allowing him to cut as he pleased. 

Somewhere, in the deep down fucked up part of your brain, you knew you were in trouble when you whined about him pulling the knife away. 

Eyes fluttering open, you looked down and were greeted with the demented sight of a permanent heart with a G carved into your flesh. Before you could comment on it, he suddenly reached up and lifted his mask, giving just a peek of what could only be a beautiful face. His jawline was strong and sharp, surprisingly clean-shaven, and his full cupid’s bow lips were pulled up into a panty-wetting smirk. 

“Yeah, that’ll do nicely,” he groaned.

Oh, his voice. It was smooth, rich, and deep in a way that made your skin prickle. A pained moan fled your lips into his mouth as he kissed you hard. It was rough and messy, with too much teeth and tongue, but you felt yourself melting into him the longer it lasted. Fingers digging into the fabric of his cloak, you tugged him closer and held on for dear life until the ache in your lungs became too much to handle.  

“Can’t wait to see you again, sweets, stay out of trouble,” he teased as you pulled away with a gasp. 

And then he was gone, skulking away around the corner as you slumped back against the exit gate lever. 

Yeah, you were good and fucked.

[zenphiaaa]

Vulnerable (Ushijma Wakatoshi)

Friends to Lovers Arc Gen!Reader

You found yourself staring blankly at the man standing in front of you. You watched as his face slowly started to turn red before he ducked his head down. You suppose that was your cue to respond but, you just didn't know how to. You never once suspected that one of your close friends had feelings for you, much less expected them to confess to your face.

You never once thought of him that way and you were sure he felt the same. But as you stared at the male in front of you, who was acting bashful, you knew you didn't want to hurt him. But did you even feel the same way? You couldn't tell in the moment.

"You don't feel the same." Ushijma stated as a few more seconds had past and you continued to stare at him like some sort of alien. "You don't have to. Our friendship means the world to me, I just wnated to let you know that someone loves you like that. I wanted to tell you, but I'm not expecting anything from you." Ushijma spoke in a soft tone. "Nothing has to chnage. I didn't confess for things to be awkward."

You bit your lip as thoughts flooded your head. You knew what Ushijma was saying was ture. He wouldn't put you in a situtation where you would be uncomforable. You wondered how long he has felt this way.

"it's not awkard I just," You finally found your voice as you struggled to speak your thoughts. "Feelings change so fast, are you sure?" As soon as those words left your mouth you wanted to slap yourself. "I didn't mean to question your feelings! I just um..." You wanted to die in a hole.

"It's okay." Ushjima says, taking your hand into his as he gently rubs your knuckles as a source of comfort. "I understand why your anxious. Let's just forget about it, I didn't mean to send you panicking."

You quickly shake your head and grasp his hand into yours futher. "I'm not sure how I feel about romance itself so I never gave it a second thought. I'm not evens ure if its something I want." You quietly shared.

A few beats of silence past before Ushijima spoke up, "Then how do you feel right now? Knowing I have these feeling for you?" The male questioned, eyes on how your hands were still clutching each other tightly.

"I..I'm not sure, but I don't feel uncomforable. Just nervous."

Ushijma hummed, "Do you remember that manga you showed me a few days ago? Where the characters come up with that plan?" The male's face srunched in thought as he tried to better verbalize his words.

"You mean, fake dating?" You asked confused.

Ushijma shook his head, "Not quite, if your really not sure about this, why don't we have a trial run of sorts? I am confient in my feelings for you. And if you would let me, I would be honored to treat you how you should. Even if it doesn't end up with us together. At the end of the day, I only wish you happiness."

Your heart thumped in your chest as you carefully took in his words. You knew Ushijima would never hurt or force you to do something you didn't. He was giving you an out as well as a chance to explore your feelings. Was it really okay though? It felt like your were playing with his feelings if you both went down this path and turned up empty handed.

You just didn't want to hurt him. He didn't deseve it.

"Let's go on a date after classes. I don't have to be a practice until much later. We could have lunch, just a trial date." Ushijma explained, now lacing your hands together.

Your face heated up as you noticed yourself playing with his hand. With a deep breathe you slowly nodded your head watching as Ushijma's eyes lit up in happiness. "Sure." You replied, you hoped that your feelings would soon come clear to you.

Your heart just had to catch up.

[midnightshard06]

Fictober Day 25: "It consumes me"

You can check it out on ao3 here if you prefer.

Summary: Shadow's first moments on the Ark are confusing and full of panic. He can't really blame people for how he's treated afterwards, but there seems to be at least one person willing to treat him differently.

AN: Early today cause I'm getting my copy of Sonic x Shadow Gens today and am very excited to play it lol

Set in my Lost and Found AU

Warnings: Nothing

Word Count: ~1050 words

The first emotion that Shadow experienced when he woke up for the first time was panic. Everything was too loud, too bright, and he felt a deep ache. Something was missing but he couldn’t tell what. With his clouded mind he did what had felt natural at the time, he lashed out. Whatever was around him was surely causing his misfortune so if he got rid of it he’d feel better. Maybe he’d even be able to figure out the sense of wrongness that seemed to settle over him. There were yells, talking he thought. Not that he understood what was being said at the time. Then there was a prick of pain in his arm and he could feel himself starting to go limp. He fought it of course but whatever had been done to him he couldn’t fight for long.

His vision seemed to clear a bit as he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. Several people were cautiously approaching him and several more were being taken out of the room he was in. He was so confused.

It didn’t take long for Shadow to understand his situation. As well as understand how much worse he’d made it for himself with how he acted initially. Everyone around him seemed scared of him. Treated him as if he would go off again at the slightest provocation. Shadow didn’t quite think they were in the wrong either. Even he felt like he was constantly on the edge of wanting to lash out even when there was no clear cause. He was mindful to not dig his own claws into his arms as he grabbed them. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? He’d started to understand what some of the scientists were saying. Things like “ultimate lifeform” “cure” “weapon” but the way that they said them had him doubting they were saying it positively. As far as he could tell they believed him to be a failure or at the very least a dangerous success. He overheard someone comparing him to a “biolizard” once. A prototype they’d called it. If his behavior was being compared to it he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to meet this biolizard.

For a while everyone gave him a wide berth. He couldn’t blame them. As much as he tried to keep himself under control it felt so hard. Not that he knew why. He could tell something was missing but any time he thought too hard about it he started to get a massive headache. That did not improve his moods at all. The unexplainable rage and wrongness, it consumed him. He just wished he knew the cause. Wished he could tell the people around him what was happening but his voice felt stuck in his throat. Of course he’d only just started to understand what they were saying, but he had no idea how to communicate back. Any time he tried to do it how it felt natural the headache came back. Eventually he stopped trying all together.

One night though things changed. It was late, presumably anyway based on how everyone was gone and the lights were out. He struggled to get comfortable in the small space he was being kept in but he didn’t dare try to complain. His ear twitched as the door to the lab opened. He didn’t expect whoever this was to approach him so he simply ignored it, pushing the part of himself that longed to reach out to the back of his mind.

“Hello?” A voice he’d never heard before called out. Shadow continued to ignore it, they were probably looking for one of the scientists. Not that they were here. Footsteps gradually got closer to him and he stiffened at the small gasp that came after they stopped. “Oh my goodness…” Whoever it was seemed to approach where he was being held. “You must be the one grandfather was talking about…” Her voice trailed off. Maybe if Shadow continued to ignore her, she’d go away. “I can’t believe they keep you like this.” She sounded… sad. That alone had Shadow twitching an ear in her direction. “So you can understand me.” She sounded pleased at the slight reaction. “I knew it. Can you look at me?”

Hesitantly Shadow turned around. Perhaps if he cooperated this whole exchange would go better. “My name’s Maria.” Maria smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you…” She trailed off. “I don’t know your name. Sorry.” The scientists referred to him as “Project Shadow” so he’d taken to calling himself just Shadow. He didn’t like how it felt to be referred to by his “full” name. Not that he had any way of communicating this to Maria though. He just watched her as she looked at him patiently. After a few moments of silence Maria blinked. “Can’t talk?” Shadow looked down and shook his head. She nodded. “That’s ok. We can figure that out later.” Later? Was she implying they’d continue to see each other? Some part of him felt happy about that. Maria treated him far differently than any other person he’d encountered in his short life so far. It was refreshing and for a brief moment he felt he could ignore the consuming feeling of wrongness that seemed to permeate his being. He nodded at her and she smiled.

Of course this moment of calm was broken when the doors opened again. “Maria!” There was a tint of panic to the all too familiar voice. Gerald Robotnik, the head scientist as far as Shadow could gather, stepped into the room. “Get away from there! It’s dangerous.”

Maria looked between Shadow and Gerald, a frown on her face. “He’s not dangerous grandfather. I was just talking with him.”

“My dear it isn’t capable of holding a conversation with you. Now come here. I do not want to risk provoking Project Shadow’s wrath. Especially not with you here. I know you saw the aftermath of the first time.” Gerald took a step closer and Shadow did his best to stay as still and non threatening as possible. 

“Project Shadow…” Maria glanced at Shadow. “I’ll see you later… Shadow.” She said quietly, before going to her grandfather. Despite the cold that settled over the room once the two were gone, part of Shadow couldn’t help but feel some sort of warmth. Hopefully he’d see her again.

[mariejordans]

i honestly don’t even know where to begin with this post, so i guess i’ll start with hi! sorry, i’ve been gone so long, though probably most of you didn’t even notice i was gone lol. sorry for not giving any warning to my absence, and i am especially sorry to the mutuals who have reached out to me that i haven’t responded to. i was and still am struggling with anxiety and depression and towards the new year it was getting to be a bit much for me, so i decided to take a mental health break from social media.

i’d honestly been contemplating coming back, but today i received a dm from someone with a link to a post that was accusing me of bullying and creating fake accounts to bully other people in this fandom. first of all, i would like to emphasize that this is not true. attached below is a screenshot of all the blogs that i own (EDIT 2/9/24: i have since deleted the screenshot for my own privacy and i believe that since i made this post, there has been more than enough evidence to clear my name.) milfsociety is my main account, which i have linked before on this blog and many of my mutuals also follow me on my main, and the rest of them are just me saving my old usernames or other sideblogs that i rarely use, but all of them have been inactive for two months at least.

i do NOT condone bullying ever, and to be continually accused of it by this person is very disheartening. it started with this post (seen below) that i made back in november after seeing a post discrediting marie as the main character of gen v. i admit that my language was probably a bit harsher than was necessary, but honestly my intention was not to send hate to op (which is why i never tagged it with any gen v related tags) but to defend marie. it also wasn’t meant to be solely specific to this one person but as a general post because at the time, there were lots of accounts discrediting marie and to be honest, i was just kinda venting bc of how sick of it i was. (also, just to mention, i have intentionally left out their username because the last thing i want is to send hate to this person.) this was the only post i made on the topic and later i heard that apparently op blocked me afterward (which does not offend me in the slightest since i have since done the same thing) so this honestly should have been the end of it.

i honestly hadn’t given this post a second thought until a little under a month later i received this ask out of nowhere, accusing me of ableism and bullying. i replied to this ask, which i will link here. honestly this ask came as a complete shock to me, because i had honestly forgotten all about my previous post.

i responded to anon and in the reply i apologized to their friend for my hurtful comments and expressed that it was never my intention to attack anyone, especially anyone with a disability, which i did not know about when i initially made the first post. i also explained my side, stating why i made the post in the first place, which i still stand by. originally, i had linked their post in my reply, which in hindsight was a mistake that i regret and i should’ve known better. again, my last intention ever is to spread hate and negativity or to bully anyone, so i deleted the link when i was asked by a third party. this person has also since deleted that post about marie entirely.

shortly after i posted the reply, i guess i can only assume that whoever anon was told them about the reply. i’m honestly not sure if they’ve ever actually read this reply or not, but they made a response to my reply, accusing me of harassment and bullying. honestly, it really confused me at the time, since i’d only made two posts in reference to them, and one was a reply to an ask, but we ended up having a third party account who was mutuals with both of us acting as a mediator to settle things and i genuinely wanted to move on from the situation. we both had each other blocked and it seemed to me that anon was just trying to instigate more drama between us, so i thought it best to just leave it at that. i was also going through some mental health issues at the time (unrelated to this situation even though it didn’t help) and had been considering taking a break from tumblr, and so i thought it would be best to just go inactive for a while.

this is honestly the first time i’ve used tumblr in the two months since i’ve been gone, so i have no idea what else has been happening regarding any other blogs and this person, but apparently i am being named as the sole instigator here and i just wanted to once and for all clear up this issue and my name. i’m honestly not sure if this person will see this post or if they’ll even accept it as truth. i can’t force them or anyone to believe me as i really don’t know what else i’d have to do to prove that i don’t have any other secret accounts other than making this post.

i will probably continue to be inactive on this account as i think it is in everyone’s best interest. i never wanted to contribute or start any drama in this fandom, but i feel like i am partially responsible in how this situation has turned out, so i would also like to apologize to you all as well. i’ve never had an account of mine get as big as this one has (thank you to everyone who liked and supported my silly little ramblings!) and i can honestly say i have had the best time interacting and fangirling with you all about this show and these characters that i love so much and i will continue to enjoy and love gen v and marie from afar!

goodbye for now,

rose (aka mariejordans)