#got me giddy in the middle of work just thinking abt him

[nahrumi]

tobio i will never not be down bad for u

[keyotos]

so it goes...

summary − what taylor swift album & song do the hsr men and their love resemble?

includes — dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan!

tana’s words — self indulgent swiftie attempts to do song analysis and write romance! if u have any other ideas for hcs/fics/etc lmk in my ask box!!

dan heng

definitely belongs on the evermore album

i'm seeing long story short or tis the damn season

⎯ but most importantly: WILLOW

when she says “head on the pillow i can feel you sneaking in as if you were a mythical thing.” LIKE IS THAT NOT DAN HENG.

or i could be extremely self indulgent idk

⎯ i believe dan heng is a big YEARNER

the thing about the evermore album is that it just feels like a long and yearned reunion. it’s like coming full circle.

you and dan heng’s relationship would be similar to that. after all the long and exhausting days you two would always find yourselves circling back to each other. like, you two are both there when you two need each other.

your relationship is calm and based on pining (long story short). you would think it’s one-sided, but little did you know that it was mutual.

⎯ WHEN SHE SAYS “you know that my train can take you home. anywhere else is hollow.”

due to the both of you probably traveling on the astral express, so the both of you don’t actually have a “home.”

“you know that my train can take you home,” relates to your relationship w/ dan heng because simply your presence is his home. and it also relates to the astral express too BUT YOUR PRESENCE = HIS PEACE.

⎯ it’s literally such a small and simple thing, but it means a lot to dan heng. just having you around is like bliss to him, and it’s the little things that matter.

— the themes of coming back to a person in evermore is SO dan heng. if anything happens, you are the first person he’d check on. you are the first thought in his mind when he wakes up. wherever his mind (or body) goes, it’s always back to you. he’s completely bewitched with you. like YOU ARE THE FIRST THING ON HIS MIND.

gepard

omg he is most definitely fearless.

⎯ he’s either fearless or red but i’m definitely leaning towards fearless

⎯ if his love was to be defined in a song it would either be jump then fall or untouchable. those are the top 2.

⎯ maybe fearless…

⎯ gepard is def a fearless boy bc like THAT WHOLE ALBUM IS JUST SO SWEET. like your relationship with him would be the sweetest thing in the world.

TELL ME NONE OF THESE LYRICS RESONATE

“untouchable, burning brighter than the sun. and when you’re close i feel like coming undone.” OR “in the middle of the night waking from this dream, i wanna feel you by my side standing next to me.” - untouchable

“every time you smile, i smile. and every time you shine, i’ll shine for you. don’t be afraid to jump then fall into me.” - jump then fall

LIKE…

love w/ gepard is pure and untouchable (yes). there is nothing but love between your relationship.

he definitely admires you. he is 100% the type of person to take candid photos of you just to look at them if he’s at work. he wants to be his best for you, and he just enjoys everything about you.

the thrill of a new relationship is still alive in your relationship with gepard. it doesn’t matter if you guys have been dating for like 2 years. gepard will still get so red if you kiss him. the same exciting feeling he got every time he kissed you is still there

— every time he kisses you (which is surprisingly often; not in public tho) he gets so red. but the same warmth and giddy feeling from your first kiss is still there.

the thing abt fearless is that it’s such an innocent and cute album. it’s similar to your relationship w/ gepard in a way that your relationship captures that feeling of everlasting and innocent love.

blade

reputation. maybe midnights ngl.

⎯ reputation is one of taylor’s most romantic albums and honestly blade lowk gives me romantic energy.

⎯ i can see midnights but i think i’m leaning more towards rep here.

⎯ so many good songs on rep that could describe blade but i think i’m going to go with delicate or dress. so it goes is also a close third.

most ppl usually associate rep w feelings of revenge. but most people overlook the super sweet love songs on the album.

rep is similar to blade’s love in that way. most people overlook it, thinking that nothing more than a fling or it’s disingenuous.

however, they couldn’t be nothing but wrong. blade loves you. he cherishes you more than anyone (even you) knows.

also like REP’S LYRICS?? SO ROMANTIC LIKE

“my one and only my lifeline.” (dress).

“everyone thinks they know us.” (dress).

“even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me.” (dress).

— does that not describe you and blade. like, he would literally do anything you say. he’d listen to you for hours and hours because nothing matters more to him then you.

— you two don’t pay attention to the rumors (that are terrible and cruel) or what anyone else says, because to blade, you being by his side is more important.

— and i think hurt and comfort would work well too. like, there could be terrible things happening rn and shit is going down. but throughout it all, you are the one constant that holds him down. through all the hazards, you still love him and he appreciates your love greatly.

sampo

— lover. i thought he’d be 1989 at first but he is definitely lover.

— i am seeing false god, i think he knows, or miss americana and the heartbreak prince.

your love would be fun and happy, much like the album lover (minus soon you’ll get better). it’s fulfilling and it always finds a way to surprise you.

— though some find parts of lover annoying (me!), they don’t really spend a lot of time to look into the lyrics of the album.

much like your love w/ sampo: people dislike him and wonder how he managed to get a girl like you to fall in love with him.

what they don’t know is that he’s (shockingly) kind?? and he cares about you?? and he remembers all the small things you like??? and he’ll always be right there when anything happens to you??

lover itself is such a cheerful and sweet album and i think it really describes his love: loud and sweet. he’ll do embarrassing things and he will probably get on your nerves, but throughout all of that he’s still caring and loving.

— “they say the road gets hard when you’re lead by blind faith. but we might just get away with it.”

— ITS SUCH A ROMANTIC AND UNDERRATED LINE THAT COMPLETELY DEFINES UR RELATIONSHIP

even though people think your relationship is set up to fail, you two are both determined to prove them wrong bc that’s how strong your love for each other is. he is never letting you go and you will do the same.

jing yuan

— midnights! no doubt abt it.

— sweet nothing, labyrinth, and MAYBE snow on the beach

— sweet nothing is HIS SONG. like THAT IS HIM.

his live is so packed and there’s so much going on. he’s juggling yanqing and generaling and it can be too much sometimes.

— “i find myself running into your sweet nothing.”

— “all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.”

— “and the voices that implore, ‘you should be doing more.’ to you i can admit that i’m just too soft for all of it.”

LIKEEEE. HES JUST TO SOFT FOR ALL OF IT. that’s why you’re his safe space. you never required anything from him and you just love him AND THATS ENOUGH.

he doesn’t need to be a mighty general or a strict master; he can just BE HIMSELF around you. he lets all his walls down and he’s fully vulnerable and YOU LOVE HIM LIKE THAT.

— this isn’t just a one way street btw. he loves you just as much as you love him.

there are no expectations between the two of you. you guys are such a HEALTHY couple. with all the worries in the world your love still prevails and i just think that is very sweet.

[petrichorium]

hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

[mirlvshft]

day 4 of reya singh’s 4-day mind reprogramming process! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

day 4: today is the day you will shift. anchor this firmly in your mindset. as you go through your day and routine, consciously connect every action to shifting. drinking water, brushing your teeth, showering, watching tv, breathing, eating— associating literally every activity, no matter how mundane, to bringing you closer to shift. even negative experiences can be reframed as stepping stones toward this goal. let this relentless positive focus saturate your consciousness. this day takes you into your desired reality.

alright!! this is technically not day 4 as it would’ve been monday the 5th not today (tuesday 6th) so, excuse that, i’ll explain. anyway! before we get into this, i just want to state: no, i did not shift, but maybe got close. this attempt is similar to another. i will explain what happened and my overall thoughts about this process. long post!! (˘ŏ_ŏ)

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆what happened?⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

so to address the timeline, i did attempt to shift monday which is the official 4th day but right when it hit 12am for me since i’m in bed by then. i love “awake” methods, they’re all i usually do but i can only do them at night when i am left alone and nothing is bothering me. i’m busy during the day and there’s never a quiet moment.

i did everything as usual, i got myself ready for bed, buzzing with good energy and semi-controlled giddiness. i lay down, put my headphones on and i listen to reya’s guided meditation. i get into a nice deep calm state, i don’t feel my body too much and i’m very relaxed. i affirm and affirm, keep relaxed. i don’t feel any “symptoms” per se, maybe like a tingling sensation here and there but i barely notice (i know i don’t need to experience these). so this continues on and eventually i go in and out of consciousness. the whole time i doze off and come back, i hear the subliminal music in my ears and no cue i’m in my wr. i remember getting frustrated but not why, i wasn’t mad i wasn’t in my wr or anything i know that for sure. really strange, but i’m not thinking much of it. in summary, i fell asleep and nothing much happened.

that brings me to 12am today. i got ready for bed as usual and around 11:20pm (of yesterday) i’m finally in bed. i’m looking through notifs, apps, etc., then i decide to shift again. because why not? fuck it, let’s do it.

so after reviewing my script (and adding to it), i lay back with alunir’s guided meditation playing in my headphones. i’ve used it several times before. i relax immediately, etc etc etc., you know how it goes. again, not many “symptoms”, i barely notice the smaller ones like tingling. i get into a very very relaxed state, can’t feel my body much and i affirm and set my intentions as i hear what alunir says. like the last attempt, i doze off a little at first but then i’m fully awake. and soon i start smelling the faintest scents of rain and cologne (scripted this for my wr). i’m even calmer than last time this happened, got excited but i shut that shit down quick to focus. another cue i had in mind to know i’m in my wr is connor “waking” me up. he would gently wake me up not by talking but touch. (i’ve yet to post abt him, i will soon. he’s connor from a game called detroit become human. he’s like my assistant(?) in wr) edit: wr introduction!

man i just remembered as i’m typing this up, i felt a shove to my arm/shoulder. it wasn’t aggressive but not so gentle, somewhere in the middle. i can’t tell if this was just a jerk my body did or something more for a split second. i don’t know what to define it as but i’m more sure it was just a jerk than anything else.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆overall thoughts⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

i think this is an amazing process. i believe it really helps lock down your belief in shifting as well as whatever you want to work on while using this. i felt pretty confident about my abilities to shift and it helped strengthen my positivity about shifting as a whole.

throughout all the exercises of this process, it helped strengthen so many parts of myself. reflecting on my journey thus far and what i hope to get out of one of many lives is so incredibly motivating and eye-opening. it gets you to really sit down and think about what you want and what you see for your overall life. this process really helps you see your dr(s) as a real place. not something you can only dream of but a real place where you can be. where everyone around you is real and have very real lives.

i definitely recommend others to try this process out. even if you don’t end up shifting, it can help strengthen your mindset and get you to think deeply about your dr(s). in turn, get you that much more closer to shifting!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

[tendouluvr]

songs i associate hq!! boys with [2]

- characters: kita, kuroo, kenma, kageyama

- warnings: newly-weds/domesticity in kita’s, talk about death in kuroo’s (nothing too dark though, just some nightly sleep talk), mentions of bickering in kageyama’s

- wc: 240, 376, 220, 312

a/n: i forgot abt this series for a fat minute

KITA : wabie - hey lover!

#! kita never would’ve thought he could get someone like you in his life. he wasn’t a bad person, no, his grandma raised him right. but he also wasn’t the best either so how, how did he get to spend the rest of his life with you? was he some kind of a philanthropist in his past life who saved thousands of lives? he doesn’t know, but what he does know is that you’re currently sound asleep in his arms. it’s the morning after your wedding and kita is showered with the feeling of a new type of domesticity. the plan for a honeymoon was heavily contemplated on between the both of you, wanting some time for yourselves away or save the money for much more important stuff in the future. kita was fine with anything, as long as you were happy. after a lot of thinking was done from the both of you, it was decided that the money will be kept locked up for the future (future as in the baby). kita’s loving gaze was still on you when you started stirring in your sleep. he softly smiles at you nudging yourself even closer to him, and moved around so that you can lay on top of his chest while he has his arms wrapped around your back. humming softly to lull you back to sleep, he whispers a small, “i love you.” before closing his eyes once again.

KUROO : the girl and the dreamcatcher - glowing in the dark

#! “what would you do when i die?” your voice hoarsely mutters into the dark silence. you were both in bed cuddling, your back to his chest and his arm going around your waist to slip his fingers into yours. kuroo was about to doze off when you asked him that so he blinked at the sudden question. “what do you mean? are you dying, babe?” he tucks his head down to rest the top of his head on your back, it was previously laying right beside your own head. you softly laughed, “no, but i’m just curious. y’know what i would do if you died? well, i would be sad obviously but then i’ll-,” he made a small noise which caught your attention so you stopped talking, “are you okay?” you asked him after a few seconds of silence went by and he was still. “just sad?” he whined from behind you while shaking the arm that was wrapped around you, causing your body to shake with it. “i can’t believe all you’ll feel is sad, do you not love me ynnnnn?!” he dramatically whined continuing to shake you even harder. you scoffed and held his arm so he could stop moving and turned around to face him, “shut up, you know what i meant when i said sad. stop crying,” you said in between small laughs when he raised his head up to look at you. it was peaceful while you stared into each other’s eyes and a sly smile slowly made its way onto his stupid face. “well, when you die-,” his big emphasis on when made you raised your eyebrows, “-i’ll probably bury myself in work to forget how lonely it is.” the smile slowly falls off of his face the more he talked and before you knew it, your face was quickly smashed onto his chest. “i don’t wanna talk about this anymore, i love you. maybe to the moon and back.” he felt your smile against his chest and held you even tighter, burying his head into your neck. a few minutes passed, it was silent again, and kuroo was once again about to doze off when you whispered into his ear, “i love you, too. maybe to the moon and back.”

KENMA : playboi carti - @ meh (llusion & banakula remix)

#! it was late at night and you were both in the car driving around with no destination in mind. kenma’s arm was across the center console grabbing onto your open hand, both of your clasped hands resting on your thigh. his phone was connected to bluetooth and the relaxing catchy instrumental of the song was playing in the background while you looked out of the window. the street lamps were on and kenma’s driving zoomed past them making you see blurs. you were both still in your pajamas, thinking that you had no reason to be getting out of the car. you felt kenma slightly squeeze your hand before raising it up to press a quick kiss against the back of your hand. no talking was needed, no words exchanged, all you needed was to look at kenma’s side profile while he was driving with one hand to feel giddy. “what are you smiling at?” he asked after noticing how long your eyes were still on him. you didn’t answer him, but instead smiled even more before taking your still conjoined hands and press it onto your face so you can hide behind it. kenma was quick to let out an airy laugh through his nose because he knows you currently had the widest smile on your adorable, embarrassed face.

KAGEYAMA : clairo - bags

#! “where are you going?” kageyama asks as he’s standing in the middle of the living room watching you move around. the little bickering you guys just had was honestly annoying you to the point that you couldn’t stand being in the apartment with him right now, so you decided to grab some of your things to go stay with your best friend until tomorrow morning. “b-babe? why are you leaving?” he stutters out, legs still stuck to the floor. “because your presence is irritating me. i’m annoyed right now so i’m going to leave for the night. i’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry. good night kags.” you opened the door but before you could step out, the door quickly shut with the force of kageyama’s hand. he finally got his legs to work again and rushed over to you. “don’t leave. please. put your bags down. i’m.. i’m sorry. sorry for not listening and being stubborn. just stay with me, please.” his arm was outstretched in front of him, trapping you against the door. your back was still facing him, not wanting to turn around yet. “i can take the couch tonight if you’d like. i don’t care, just don’t go.” his voice so small you almost didn’t catch everything. a few moments of silence passed before you said, “ok, i’ll stay,” letting out a sigh, you turned around to look at him, “please just be a bit more considerate of what i told you about earlier. i can’t deal with you if you refuse to listen and see things from my perspective any time i speak up about something.” he quickly nods his head and agreed, holding out a pinky in front of your face. you gave him a small smile at his gesture and wrapped your pinky with his, locking in the promise he just made to you that night.

[reversecreek]

ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him  | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”. 

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby.... 

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad...... 

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld  b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

[italiansteebie]

i got a couple of prompts if u don’t mind!!! 💖 💖 Skdjfh i might’ve send something similar before, but my memory is Horrendous, so sorry if i have? while steve is Definitely very romantic and soft, i can rly see billy being it as well (probs bc of his mum!) but is shy abt it but he Rly wants to plan out a romantic dinner for the both of them 🥺 he finds one of steve’s nonna’s old recipes a bit last minute nd then finds out the recipe doesn’t have quantities and Panics

Hi! Sorry this took literally forever, I was in kind of a funk that I’m just beginning to shake today! I hope you enjoy!

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Billy sighed as he sat at Steve’s kitchen table with Robin, “I don’t know Rob, maybe I should just leave the romance to Steve. He’s better at it than I am.” Robin rolls her eyes, “Billy. Steve isn’t hard to please at all. I mean... Just look at his exes, Nancy Wheeler isn't exactly the best person and Steve was infatuated with her.”  Billy huffs and crumbles up the paper they were writing ideas on. He puts his head on the table and mumbles something incomprehensible but Robin can guess it’s something about how he’s not good enough for Steve. She starts walking around the kitchen, opening random draws and cabinets out of boredom. She bends down and grabs something out of one of the bottom cabinets, “Hey doofus, why don’t you cook him something? I’m pretty sure this is his Nonna’s cookbook. He’s made some pretty good things from it.”

Robin can practically see the light bulb pop out of Billy’s head, “You’re a genius, Rob! Thank you so much!” They spend the rest of the afternoon before Steve gets home from work, picking out a recipe. Billy settles on a tortellini, with chicken and pesto sauce, with homemade noodles, and the whole nine yards. Over the next few days Billy goes to the grocery store gathering ingredients, he’s planning on surprising Steve after his shift on Saturday. Billy is getting more and more giddy by the minute, he can’t wait to surprise Steve.

On Saturday morning, Steve makes pancakes and eggs for breakfast, they eat and Steve leaves for the video shop at about 11:30 am. Not wanting to wait, Billy gets started immediately. He pulls all the ingredients out and puts the on the counter. He opens the cookbook while grabbing the eggs and flour he need for the pasta dough. He looks at the instructions and pauses. There are no quantities? He flips the pages back and forth seeing if there’s any quantities on any of the recipes. Nope. 

“Fuck.” He sighs, what the hell is he going to do now? He spends about an hour and a half, panicking thinking about what he’s going to do. It’s 1:30 pm when he decides that he is going to be confident, and wing it. He starts with a pile of flour on the counter, and crack and egg in the middle of it, he frowns as the goop gets all over his hands. He looks at the book for guidance, unsurprisingly there wasn’t much. “Nonna isn’t very descriptive” he grumbles as  he reads, it says he needs to knead the dough until it forms a ball. Billy sighs, of course he had to pick the most in depth recipe in the book. He decides he’s going to put on some music and hope for the best. 

Apparently the music was a good idea, he finished rolling the dough and putting the filling in it by the time the “Scorpions” album was through. He dumps the pasta in the boiling water, what the book forgot to mention though, is that fresh pasta cooks a lot faster than box pasta. Billy figures this out after 5 minutes of cooking, when the cheese starts to float out of their shells, his eyes almost pop out of his head. He grabs the pot and pours the pasta into the colander he put in the sink before hand, he shakes his head, at least only half of them opened. “The other ones look... Good.” Billy decides out loud. He dumps the pre-made pesto sauce into the pot where the pasta was, and lets it heat up. He’s glad he decided to forgo making homemade sauce. He would’ve trashed the whole idea and went to get takeout from Benny’s instead.

By the time everything's finished, it’s 5:30 and Steve’s due home any minute. He decides to put a cloth on the kitchen table, and adding a candle for an extra romantic touch. He gets out the good plates, the ones from the cabinet and not the paper plates sitting in the pantry. He put a heaping serving on each of the plates, and puts them in the oven to keep them warm. He sits down a the table and hopes that the food doesn’t taste too bad. He also hope the rotisserie chicken he had Robin bring over an hour ago, because he forgot all about it, tastes okay with the pasta. 

Steve pulls into the driveway, happy to be home. He had a long day and all he wants to do is curl up on the couch with Billy. He gets out and walks to the front door, as he walks in he smells pesto, he smiles as he breathes it in. He walks into the kitchen and sees plates of food and Billy sitting at the table. “Did you make dinner for me?” Steve’s heart fills with warmth. 

“I uh... I hope you like it,” Billy smiles nervously, watching Steve as he sits down  and picks up his fork. He stabs a tortellini and pulls it up to his mouth. He smiles and takes a bite, his face twitches a little bit, “Wow, Billy, this is... Good!” Steve nods, trying not to show the discomfort on his face. Billys face drops, “Is it that bad?” Billy sighs and begins to explain, “I wanted to do something romantic for you, so I picked out a recipe from your Nonna’s book and there were no quantities, so I just guessed, and-” Billy stops as he hears Steve laughing. “Billy, baby,” He wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes, “I have the version with quantities in my room. You could of just used that one!” Billy splutters, “Wh- I didn’t know! Robin found this one in one of the cabinets!” he pouts as Steve continues laughing at him, “I love you so much, Billy. Thank you for making me dinner,” Steve says and kisses the pout off his boyfriends face. 

Billy goes to Benny’s after all, his homemade dinner ending up in the trash, he gets burgers and fries and 2 milkshakes, on chocolate for him, and strawberry for Steve. They curl up on the couch as they eat their burgers, and Steve sigh content. “I’m glad the cookbook didn’t work out,” Billy smiles. They end the night with Indiana Jones and soft kisses. 

[yikeswtfmate]

I’ll hold you to that

Summary: There’s a new message from a stranger in her DMs, but what does he want from her and why exactly is he so freaking cute?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: swearing; that should be it, I think?

A/N: This is the second fic in two days, who even am I? What am I even doing? What is happening?! My only excuse is that I’ve started this like 2 months ago and only now got round to finishing it so...enjoy?

This might need a second part though, I feel like I need some college dorkiness in my life rn

Also, do some text and ig messages count as making this a social media au? Probably not, since I was too lazy to do that format with the apps and all that?

masterlist // Watermelon Sugar - another part

Natasha is lying on her friend’s bed, furiously typing away at her phone. The chime of incoming messages is constant and it is starting to drive Y/N up the wall.

“You could do this in your room as well, you know.” Turning in her desk chair, ready to start going off on the redhead, Y/N is cut short by a long suffering sigh. “What’s wrong now?” She knows that if she ignores Nat now, she would only get more annoying, which in turn would leave her no chance of finishing studying for the night.

“I’m talking with the people in my group, trying to prepare for the mock trial next month and there’s this guy who is completely infuriating!” Nat spats and lets out another groan, as her fingers fly across the screen. “He says that we should stop defending the CFO and try and get a settlement because it’s obvious he actually did indeed commit fraud. How are we supposed to make a case and win when he’s completely disregarding everything we’ve studied this semester? Of course the prick committed fraud, but we still have to make the case for him, this is the fucking assignment, you pompous asshole.”

“Yeah, babe, I have no idea what you’re saying there, but go you! Down with Wall Street or whatever, but I still need to study for this management exam, so it would be great if you could kindly fuck off to your room?” Y/N smiles at Nat, who finally looks up at her and sighs.

“Fine. I’ll let you study for your stupid exam, but you still need to reply to that cute guy like you promised.”

“Remind me again, why am I supposed to do that?”

“Because you promised, you ass! And your sex life is shit so Wands and I reckon if you get laid, you’ll stop being so stuck up about school.” It’s Nat’s turn to smile sweetly at Y/N, who throws a pen at her retreating form.

“Why are you guys like this?!”

“We both have unresolved daddy issues, now get on with it or I’ll send Wanda in here.”

Y/N sighs heavily and slumps in her chair. She glances at her charging phone on the desk and tentatively picks it up. She unlocks it, a picture of her and her roommates popping up on the screen and the notification is still there. Still taunting her, still adding fuel to her friends’ pestering.

They have looked through his page, of course. They have looked at all the pictures with his friends, some of them recognisable from the halls of college, all the pictures of him in various cafes, restaurants, bars, gyms, but the picture she still comes back to is the one with him at the beach. Wayfarers perched on the bridge of his nose, ruffled hair in the wind, and that tan that stretches from the set shoulders to the prominent six pack (although the bottle of beer in his hand makes those abs so unfair to believe exist) to the firm thighs. She has looked through all of his pictures, analysing every detail and description, still wondering how in the hell she managed to catch his attention enough to grant her a message from him. And then she would go on her profile, filled with pictures from the dance studio, her coffee filled all-nighters in the library, and fair enough, there is that picture of her at the pool where her bum looks just right and she could get why in a sense, but what the hell, look at that guy!

Her fingers still hover over the notification indecisively, when the group chat pops up on her screen.

Wands: do it, bitch

Y/N: I was just getting myself ready!!!!

Wands: u’re a clown

Wands: JUST DO IT

Y/N: why must you attack me like this

Nat: I’m interrupting my fight with that idiot to send you this very important message

Nat: do it, bitch

Y/N: I hate you both

Y/N finally taps on the notification and there - in all its glory there is one simple message that has been giving her a headache since the previous night. Granted, she was a bit drunk on wine, and the shriek she let out when she saw the blinking notification made her toss her phone to the other side of the couch. Wanda picked it up and looked at it confused, while Natasha slumped on the couch in order to see over her shoulder. They both whistled at the same time, which was disturbing in and of itself, thinking how alike all of their mannerisms have become since they became roommates two years prior.

She takes a big breath that does nothing to relieve her nerves, and biting her lip, she finally opens the app to her messages.

JamesBBarnes: Hey

Huh. Funny how such a little greeting makes her tap her leg unconsciously to the point that their downstairs neighbours will be complaining at their door soon. She closes her eyes for a second, shakes her head and mutters a 'what the hell.'

Y/Nwhatthehell: Hi

Now that this obstacle is over, Y/N idly wonders what made her so flustered. He's just a guy who happened to send her a message after following her on Instagram. There's nothing weird about it, is it? They're both attending the same university, she's fairly sure one of his friends is actually the guy Natasha is currently fighting with on that project of theirs. Maybe he just wants to be friendly, maybe he needs some management information for one of his mock trials. Who even knows, so what is she so stressed about? With a huff, she throws her phone away, determined to finish the chapter opened in front of her and relax for the rest of the evening.

She's in the middle of writing the last note on employee engagement, when a ping from her bed startles her into dropping her pen. She turns cautiously, as if sudden movements would force Aragog crawling out of the device, but decides she's being stupid again so she stands up and nearly lunges on the sheets.

As confusion is written all over her face after reading the first line in the notifications bar, she opens the app and stares at the screen.

JamesBBarnes: Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could you ask your friend to stop fighting with Steve? I'm trying to study over here and he's been throwing stuff around since yesterday saying something about a redhead girl who's hijacking his trial just bc she wants to prove a point

She doesn't know what she was expecting, but it's definitely not this. Is that disappointment she feels for hyping herself up just so he can ask this type of nonsense of her? Maybe, but maybe she just feels a little silly for having thought this guy would hit on her on Instagram. She sighs and replies to him, now annoyed with herself more than anything.

Y/Nwhatthehell: why didn't you just send her a message?

JamesBBarnes: From what I've heard about this Natasha, you seemed like the more reasonable one

The reply is swift, and makes her smile. Nat can be a bit too much if not handled with care, especially when it comes to group work. However, Y/N now has what seems like a million questions, and she’s even more confused than a few minutes ago.

Y/Nwhatthehell: how did you even find my IG anyway?

JamesBBarnes: oh Steve has a huge crush on Natasha and we were all forced to go through her every single photo and hear about how amazing she is every single day since the beginning of the year

JamesBBarnes: but maybe don't tell her that 

JamesBBarnes: you know what, screw that. You can even show her that msg, the punk will never be man enough to tell her himself, might as well get my revenge for all the days I've been forced to listen to him go on and on abt her

She takes a second to read the messages again, when a howl of laughter bursts out of her chest. She had an inkling this was the case, from the way Steve has suspiciously been assigned to every single group project Nat had since September. And Y/N could bet his feelings weren't unrequited, for all the hissy fits Natasha has been throwing about him lately.

Y/Nwhatthehell: what if i tell you he might get what he wants if i tell her that?

Y/Nwhathehell: would you be able to put up with him when he's in a relationship with her? He's probs gonna be 10x worse

JamesBBarnes: oh shit u're right 

JamesBBarnes: fuck it, might as well get it over with. At least he'll stop moping every time she calls him an idiot 

Y/Nwhatthehell: you make a very compelling case, James. Studying law must have its benefits...you know, like having strong well rounded arguments

JamesBBarnes: my arguments would make more sense if i would be allowed to study ya know 

JamesBBarnes: and it's Bucky 

Y/Nwhatthehell: ?

JamesBBarnes: my friends call me Bucky 

Y/Nwhathehell: so we're friends now, are we?

Y/N can't stop the feeling of giddiness that starts to inflate through her chest. She might not have gotten the flirtatious messages she was expecting, but this seems somehow better. More real.

JamesBBarnes: if we're playing matchmakers for our friends, might as well be, don't you think?

Y/Nwhatthehell: i think i'll need a stronger argument than that in order to help you

JamesBBarnes: tell you what. I'll buy you a coffee and a pizza if you help me with those two 

Y/Nwhatthehell: coffee and pizza? A man after my own heart

She wonders for a second if that comment will freak him out, but hangs her head with a grin that splits her face when she sees his reply.

JamesBBarnes: only for you babe 

Bucky stares at the screen, unable to process what he just sent. He likes this girl, likes how his first impression after seeing her profile hasn't changed after starting to talk to her. He knows how easy it is to lie away your life on social media, and he can admit he's more than excited that she seems as wholesome and funny through text, and not only through pictures. Following her and sending her that message yesterday was his genuine desperation at trying to do something, anything really to make Steve stop, but he didn't expect to actually want to keep talking to her. He really hopes he hasn't messed up anything, when 'Typing...' keeps appearing and disappearing.

Y/Nwhatthehell: i'll hold you to that, babe

[yandere-aa-blog]

IF YOU SAY SO,,, how abt nahuta or seb (or honestly anyone) with a s/o that they've been watching for a while and decide to gift a wedding ring as a present? but the catch is s/o has no idea who it was from and threw the ring away, only to be knocked out later and wake up with a ring sewed into their finger?

HI NONNIE! just wanted to say that i absolutely adored your request so much that i got a little carried away... truly, i hope you stick around so i can write for you more often!

i decided to write for sebastian because i'm biased he seemed to fit in well with this scenario! also, quick warning that there is a bit more blood content in this ask than my other ones. be safe!

-mod lumi

sebastian had had his eye on you for a fair amount of time. it was rather annoying for his coworkers, his constant ramblings about you never ceasing to annoy everyone who listened. he talked about you with such admiration, yet he refused to approach you.

he said that it was only a matter of time and that he'd do it eventually, but everyone had seen it already - the way that he'd turn into a puddle of blushes and stutters the minute he came in contact with you. almost as if he was melting, sebastian's speech became almost unintelligible. this meant that you'd never had the chance to get to know him, thus, you had never bothered to talk to him yourself.

once sebastian had finally mustered up the courage to approach you, he began his plan of action. he thought that a gift would be perfect. a wedding ring.

one would believe that it was very odd to gift someone you had barely talked to a wedding ring, but the thought hadn't ran through sebastian's mind. you were nice, after all - there was no way you'd reject such a generous gift!

leaving it at your desk before you arrived for your morning work, he felt excitement bubbling in his stomach. euphoria ran through his body, giving him goosebumps as a giddy smile made its way to his lips. eyes darkened, he appeared as if a lustful aura was eminating around him.

you couldn't blame him, though! sebastian was so excited - ecstatic, for this moment. you'd get married, and buy a house together... start a family, take care of you - he was prepared to leap bounds and cross oceans to make his dream happen. so as the door to the office opened, the rusty bell atop its frame rung through his ears - bouncing around his skull and allowing itself to drill into his mind.

he ran away from the room, tucking himself into a comfortable place so he could watch your own obvious acceptance of his wonderful gift. sebastian couldn't wait to see that smile stretch across your face, your eyes glistening as the sun hit your gorgeous locks and...

a clicking sound interrupted his thoughts. you had opened the box, and peering into it had caused a skeptical demeanour to encircle your countenance. you were sure that someone had accidentally left it on your desk, as you knew nobody who would gift you a wedding ring.

so, your heels clicking as you walked straight past the corner he had sat himself in, you disregarded sebastian completely as you carefully tucked the container into the lost property box sitting in the middle of a cupboard at the wall. picking up the papers from your desk, you exited the room, failing to notice the crestfallen face of a certain male as you stepped into the elevator.

shock had replaced his previous delirium, his giddiness leaving his system at a shockingly fast pace. rising from his position slowly, he approached the box atop the cupboard and pulled the ring container out carefully. it was definitely the ring he gave you.

rage coursed through him - he saw red, his breaths becoming ever shallow as thoughts raced through his mind. why didn't you accept his gift? was it not good enough for you? was there someone else who you'd already been betrothed to?

an agonisingly intense wave of jealousy and anger washed through him, and like poison, it seeped through the corners of his mind, bleeding through his entire body as he clenched the box in his hand. if you wouldn't accept it willingly, you'd have to accept it on other terms.

eyes fluttering open, your head spun as pain coursed through your right arm. groaning, you pulled against the restraints tightening your hands to a bedpost. realization shocked your mind, bolting upward as you yelped at the force of the handcuffs dragging you back against the bed.

looking around frantically in a panic, you whimpered at the strong stinging erupting in your arm - noticing the bandages wrapped around them, you gulped, and allowed it some rest by ceasing the pressure you had on it by yanking on the handcuffs.

before you could reestablish your bearings, a creak sounded through the room, the door opening slowly as a cocoa-haired male peered through. his eyes glazed over frighteningly as he smiled.

"ms s/o, you're awake..!" he steps into the room with that smile still plastered across his face, the bed sinking as he sat beside you. you recognised him as sebastian, a coworker of yours. you hadn't conversed with him much, but... perhaps you should've. maybe you wouldn't of ended up here, after all.

sebastian's hand caresses your face, no delicacy prominent as he leans forward and captures your lips in his own. the kiss is desperate, yearning for reciprocated affection - its suffocating as you pull back in need of air. worries were slowly arising in your mind - was this guy crazy?

"aw, you're not in the mood for that? that's fine - we can wait until the wedding. " sebastian sounds almost too confident as he looks at you expectantly, as if you knew about this whole ordeal.

"w-wedding..!? what are you talking about-?" it clicks in your head. you remember receiving a wedding ring at your office. that was him? you didn't take it, though... what was going on?

"that... that was you? you gave..." despite you never finishing your sentence, sebastian's smile contoured into that of a sanguine smirk as he rose up, the bed groaning and creaking as the mattress sunk further downward. he had straddled your waist, a deluded smile playing on his lips as he carefully unhooked your arm from the bedpost and unraveled the bandages decorating your frame.

the further he unraveled, the newer the blood staining its ivory colour appeared. as he finished, the bandage had stuck to your blood-coated arm - peeling it off, he admired his handiwork adoringly.

there it was. the ring - which you now realised, your boss, mr edgeworth, had likely helped him buy - it looked expensive, after all, was stitched to your finger - black strings carefully weaved through your skin and around the finger, ensuring that there was no chance of removing it.

your stomach turned - the sight of stitches running through your skin was enough, but the grin on sebastian's face rivalled that of the gory sight before you. he hummed happily, fingers dancing up your arms as a satisfied sigh left his lips.

"i was right. that ring really suits you, ms s/o... though, i don't think you'll be keeping that name for long, right?"

tears threatened to fall from your eyes as he smiled to himself, his fingertips trailing up your arms as he riddled the tense atmosphere with more praise.

"woah, you look so pretty... justine is really good at this kind of stuff... she taught me all about it. but i did it all myself. even the letters, ms s/o!"

the letters? hesitantly, you craned your next back to your arm, where you noticed even more of the thin, crimson substance coating your skin. underneath the bright red lathered onto your arms, you saw careful yet sloppy letters sewn into your arm, the letters beginning at the top and descending all the way down to your bloodied wrist... it read;

'SEBASTIAN'

bursting into tears, suddenly the pain in your arm increased by tenfold - knowing that you had been marked painfully with the use of a sewing needle distressed you. tears cascaded down your cheeks, sobs racking through your form as you kicked - screamed for someone to help you. you knew little about what was to come next, but you knew that clearly, sebastian had no limits as to what he could inflict upon you.

"hey, don't cry! it really suits you, after all... is it silly that i want to show you off to everyone? so they know that you're all mine..." his voice was still calm despite your cries of desperation. burrowing his head into the crook of your neck, he let out a happy sigh as he relished in your warmth.

"don't worry, ms s/o... we can be together forever now."

[franeridart]

Hey, Fran! Have u ever consider headcanon abt Baku and Kiri met before they entered Yuuei? I mean, just think about it: Baku is a huge bully while Kiri stand up for them who get bullied. Like?? What if they got into fight?? How would they react when they meet again in Yuuei?? WHAT IF KIRI HATED HIM BEFORE

Aw anon, I’m so not gonna give you the answer you hoped you’d get to this haha I’ve talked briefly about something on these lines on my main blog not too long ago, but in general the way I feel about this is, there’s no way Kirishima could ever hate Bakugou. I’m positive their relationship would have been a friendship whatever moment in time they were to meet, tbh!

And this is in part about how Kirishima just doesn’t seem to know how to hate, like, anything so why would he hate Bakugou of all people, but it’s also about how I don’t feel like Bakugou changed all that much between middle school and the first day of high school? Kirishima didn’t meet a perfect version of Bakugou, he met a Bakugou that lauched himself at Deku and had to be restrained by Aizawa, a Bakugou that blew up half a building to beat Deku, a Bakugou that was more yelling and explosions than anything else - and Kirishima looked at him and saw him anyway, you know? He looked at Bakugou fighting against Deku and thought “he looks desperate”. He looked at Bakugou and didn’t stop at his yelling and violence, not even in the very beginning. This would have happened before their UA days too, in my opinion - Kirishima and Bakugou, they have personalities made to fit together. You don’t need to chip anything away for them to like each other, they see worth in each other, they understand each other. When they first became friends Bakugou wasn’t any less shouty and angry and Kirishima wasn’t any less righteous and earnest than how they were back in middle school, all in all!

Well, what you were talking about was a one-time meeting anyway, right? Considering Bakugou’s always been cocky and shouty but has never engaged in uncalled-for fights, and how all his bully-like behaviours have always been restricted only to interacting with Deku, I doubt he would have actually fought Kirishima. At best he could have told him to mind his own business before angrily stomping away, tbh. A meeting like that would have hardly left an impression on either of them, let’s be real haha

Anon said:i love ur art SO. MUCH. every time ur on my dash its a blessing ty for what u do

GOSH thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:Came here to compliment you ab your art but I'm just speechless..? Y'know that one scene in HQ!! Where Kiyoko is like "good luck" and the third years + Tanaka and Noya just start crying? That's me with ur art Fran.

Oh my god hahaha thank you???????? this is actually so sweet I’m smiling a lot aaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Hi! I like your work, I'm just confused why you left out noses in some of your drawings :0 not meaning to offend, I just was wondering why

Maybe I’m just a huge fan of Krillin, what do you know :O lmao nah, you might say it’s a laziness-driven stylistic choice to make my drawings faster to finish - there’s no deeper meaning behind it aside from “eehhhhh I can’t find a way to draw noses I like and find comfortable so I guess I’m just gonna stop drawing them when I can avoid it” haha

Anon said:have u read the kiribaku fic on ao3 called 'stamina' by razorwings? its pretty new so maybe not. its really good if u want 2 read it!!!

Ahhh boy, I’m.... so not good with first person fics........... orz

Anon said:I love when you draw them smiling in the kisses. It's so happy. Really the best.

OH BOY I’m sure happy you enjoy that cause honestly that’s my fav way of drawing kisses anyway!!! So it makes both of us happy, which is the best outcome a drawing can have, for me!!!!

Anon said:Evey time you post I get really happy and excited!!💓💓

;O; I’m so happy to hear that!!!! thank you!!!!

Anon said:I too have not been to tge beach

#sob we can be sad about our missed beach times together anon ;~;

Anon said:hey i wanted to say i convinced my friend to read bnha by showing her the drawing u did of tamaki smushing his face, she loves ur art and so do i

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!!!!! And I’m super happy she decided to give the manga a go!!! I’m also even happier her reason was Tamaki to be honest, the awkward son deserves as many fans as he can get!!!

Anon said:If you could have a character from dgm and a character from bnha meet, which ones would you pick, why, and what would they talk about, do you think? Or, at least, what would you want them to talk about?

ALMA AND KIRISHIMA!!!!!! I don’t even really care about what they’d talk about, I’m just thinking about them being pure and bright and soft hearted little shits together and it’s making me so happy it’d be like staring at two suns I can’t believe how good of a visual that is I’m crying

Incredibly interesting would be Kanda and Bakugou too, they would fight a lot and it would be amazingly entertaining - Lavi would get on Bakugou’s nerves SO MUCH too oh boy but maybe Sero would be the one I’d want Lavi to interact with the most?? Either him or Denki, they’re similar enough as far as whining and being pessimistic and wanting to sleep and being huge assholes in disguise go haha interestingly enough I feel like Allen might be the one out of the main group Bakugou would end up having a good relationship with, he’s strongwilled and powerful and a hero in all the right ways, after all - they might bicker cause who doesn’t Allen even bicker with, but after all they’re get along ... Bakugou would probably hate Neah with a passion, tho

Link and Iida would be amusing and entertaining too, wouldn’t they? lmao and I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to see Dabi and Tyki interact either, what a good - ahhhhhhhh but yeah after all if I gotta pick one it’s Alma and Kirishima. Possibly bringing Alma in the bnha universe. Let my son live, please ;-;

Anon said:Thank you for blessing us with smiling Bakugo.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for liking him!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I'll be honest I'm not a fan of kiribaku. BUT whenever you draw kiribaku, I always get so giddy and happy and can't stop smiling. So please keep drawing for a long time, it really and truly makes my day whenever I see you posted new art

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t get why you wouldn’t like the good ship, but I’m glad you enjoy my stuff either way!! Thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I hope it's alright to ask you this: I opened a Redbubble account like 2 days ago, and on my page, under my bio, I can only see thumbnails of my designs... how can I get it to show products and prices instead, just like on your page? Thanks in advance!!

You might not be in your actual shop page! See under your bio if there’s a “Shop” button and click on it, it should being you to the part of the shop your costumers are actually gonna see :D

[heartholds]

why does every fall feel the same 

came home today to the same chips in the cabinet i always ate my first yr in new york or at least the first part of it, i remember texting a abt them for some reason - it’s strange what we remember and don’t remember ! for instance i forgot about that night we made a blanket fort for so long that when i remembered again it felt entirely new. they say that each time you remember something you mess with it somehow, it becomes farther and farther away from the truth, but that memory when it came rushing back to me felt like the first time i had remembered it and i think it was 

anyway, anyway... eating the chips and feeling strange abt it, but also eating them while talking to felipe which felt so good because if i’m being honest with myself the only human interaction i’ve had in the past two weeks outside of work (which is lovely & good & the people there always make me laugh) was when i got brunch with matt two sundays ago (w/ the hazelnuts pancakes that were so awful and the okay eggs). i forget how much i need to talk to other people until i’m talking to them. .. something in the verbal games of it or the tricks of a conversation (i guess those are saying the same thing, really) but it just makes me feel so light, my chest filled with air... i crave it constantly & talk to myself. yesterday had so much pent up energy i ran (briefly!), which i never do, but i felt like i had to expel it somehow, or turn it into something productive. i was in the middle of another workout and thought no, i need to run & turned up my music (listening to the arctic monkeys nonstop which is not “cool” but feels very cool & makes me feel sexy or w/e) but running feels weird and unsatisfying... what i really needed was to hit something, direct my energy somewhere specific (boxing tomorrow!) 

visiting a in philadelphia (i feel like i can never spell that city right on the first try) in less than two weeks (!!) & i feel so giddy about it bc... he invited me, just out of the blue, no hinting no convincing on my part .. & i of course dropped everything to go but i miss him. i feel this excitement in the middle of my chest and spreading down my shoulders and it gives me this surge of energy whenever i think about it... i know that likely it will not be perfect/what i dream & there are a million factors and the show and his family but i am so excited to get on a train early in the morning and be moving towards someone i love! p said earlier she saw one of his photos from the show and “he looks so good” & i just felt this absurd pride, like that’s my friend, all these people and he invited me to see him and i’ll get to sit there at his big important show & watch him & know him & go home with him afterwards!!! this wild joy

now to not fuck it up & get too emotional! 

(also today thinking abt october of my senior year of high school and that full bodied relief after that last cast list came out & i knew it would be okay & i was good at this & i would kiss s and soon and i felt my whole life unfurling in front of me -- feeling that now but also jaded now & knowing nothing is ever that good, although that was) 

sometimes i feel ruined, like i’ve already messed up my whole life & there is nothing i can go to get it on track -- not friends w/ the right people don’t care about the right things haven’t done anything worthwhile something about me that just puts people off. i don’t know what to say about that now but it is a thought i think a lot 

i guess i’m still young which is what i need to keep remembering & i wish i remembered when i actually was young -- but being @ work with all of these people that are older than me by years & years (some people not many but most a lot) & still trying to figure it out is strangely comforting -- possibly should be frightening but i find comfort in it... i think partly bc though i am overconfident & think that will never be me but i didn’t think this would be me either and here i am. regardless, though, work is physically exhausting but thinking of the people there makes me feel warm

anyway, anyway - anxious tonight & should be writing but i don’t want to -- what i have left feels like filler anyway & i’m not interested. maybe partly bc i don’t want to be done with this season & these characters but i still have so much editing to do so i wouldn’t even be done... constantly making excuses for my own laziness inside of just getting to it so that’s what i’m going to do!!