#got sent to the drafts instead lmfao

[dark-night-star-light]

what would YOUR spirit animal be

Honestly, I've never thought about it. I'm going to assume the canon rules apply, which is that you can't summon an animal that has a Great Beast version. I'm definitely leaning toward something reptile-ish because. I love dragons (my blog's name used to be "are there dragons" because that was my requirement for reading a fantasy series somewhat jokingly). Unfortunately, there are no dragons in Spirit Animals (in the mythological sense, obviously there's like Komodo dragons and water dragons and such). So I'm going for the next best thing. Snakes (not a king cobra though, since that's what Gerathon is).

Snakes are so cool. They have heat vision(!!!) so that would be super cool to experience. They also don't experience love the same way humans do, which might seem a bit weird to think about, but they will eventually come around to trusting you if you give them time, which I feel like is something that represents my personality. Probably would choose a hognose snake specifically, because they're so cute and their faces are shaped so friend-shaped!!! And they're burrowers so that would probably give me minor abilities with earth-shifting/sand-moving. So that would be cool. They also have a grand total of one (1) braincell, and while spirit animals are smarter than regular animals, I still think it would be hilarious to watch one act like its natural stupid self.

[applesandbannas747]

oh m a n this took me so long to find jsdkgfsa I stupidly did not save it to my drafts when I first saw it and thus shot myself in the foot. But I found it! and am forever in awe of you being interested in lore from my fics TT.TT <33

Seiji's clothes are obtained in a mix of ways:

When he traveled the world, he collected anything that caught his fancy, including already-made pieces (such as some of the more sculptural corsets), commissioning tailors and sewers whose work he was impressed with, and purchasing fabric to magic it into shit himself

He's essentially subscribed to a fashion box lmfao his measurements and aesthetic preferences are in a log with other witches' which ambitious sewers may reference in hopes of creating something that witch might like--or going through it looking for a witch that suits the design they want to make/have already made. Witches are fickle things though and though they'll pay handsomely for clothes they like, there's no guarantee that they'll like it. And of course the highest paying ones are also the most difficult--Seiji and Jesse won't review designs before seeing the garment on them themselves and deciding whether to keep it or not (which is where one would look for some other witch who would be easy to alter it for). It should be noted that Seiji has a specific 'delivery' room in his closet for new designs to be sent in by one of the moderators of the list, so bestie never leaves his house to try shit on. Seiji does have a fair number of pieces from this service--the more unique designs are always human-made, either from his travels or from commissions

Magic is the last way he gets his clothes, generally speaking. His house is set up to 'conjure' any material he might need, from oranges in the kitchen to fabric in his closet. This is essentially online shopping but without any middle bits. Open up the cupboard/drawer/whatever with the vision of what you're looking for, and you'll find it, plucked from any number of places around the world that subscribe to witchy fuckery, where shit disappears but money is left in its place (obviously, Seiji is Insanely wealthy to afford such fuckery without ever batting an eye. it's really his wealth that makes all the magic systems in his daily life seem infinite and absolute instead of a more moderated use of such portals that are kept careful track of). All this to say that Seiji can step into his closet with the idea of an outfit he wants, and conjure it up, pulling instantly and easily from any number of different shops for everything needed to make it. Creating straightforward things is easy, but the more elaborate you get, the stronger vision you need to have and the more specificities you need to know, which is why more elaborate and intricate and unique pieces come from people who craft clothes. Still, if he needs a long-sleeved black turtleneck with a boob window to tie together an outfit, magicking that up would be simple and easy

Bonus fun fact! Bobby is a sewer who designs for witches. He got his start using the logbook and gained some regular customers, which turned him into a shop taking commissions specifically instead of chasing down witches himself. He does well for himself, and Jesse has gotten several pieces from him himself

And I do in fact have a pinterest board of collected inspiration for Seiji's fashion, some of which are more heavily referenced than others. Some Jesse fashion snuck in there too, and because I hate pinterest, there's other shit there on accident too that were meant for other boards. i trust you to recognize the patterns to determine 'which ones do not belong' lmfao. anyway, here's a link

2. I say all this all the time but it's still true: the hardest part of writing Ribcage was being done with Nichoji's story--which is to say, not being able to write moments like this because we're not following Nick, and the details are irrelevant to the story we are following. That explained, I have not actually written the scene, and without having written it, I can't pinpoint exactly how things went, so I can't give a ton of detail on it at the moment either. What I currently imagine is that Seiji's parents would be very surprised, the dinner would be awkward as hell with some forced 'polite conversation' that lasts like three sentences total, and there'd be some (or,,, a lot) of worry from the Katayamas that Seiji's been pressured/threatened into things by Nick, which boils into Nick telling them off for sitting there assuming he's hurting Seiji when all they've done for the last ten years is make Seiji more scared and ruin a lot of lives to achieve it. Seiji gets Nick to calm down with a death grip on his thigh under the table and says that he actually feels like he's healing when he's with Nick, not just surviving. Not still running for his life. and dinner is finished as awkwardly as it started, but Nick's bade farewell with a sturdier handshake and a 'take care of Seiji' and a little less doubt.

Thanks so much for giving me an excuse to share useless lore 💜💜💜

Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?

[nolongerslayinghere]

WHOS THE MOST CHAOTIC (genshin impact edition)

: IVE HAE THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I MISS BEING CHAOTIC DAMN 

ALSO 69 FOLLOWER SPECIAL THANKS FOR LIKE 87 FOLLOWERS 

MONDSTAT

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Number one 

wind man (Venti) 

are you BLIND HAVE YOU SEEN HIM 

he’ll be awake at three am 

wind man:

we should do this 

y/n: ya know what you only live once and I wanna shit in a pool

Venti is the most chaotic in the modern area be careful 

his camera roll is full of memes and pictures of him throwing shit 

when he goes to your house he literally raids your entire pantry omg 

when you to go grocery shopping this bitch will scream and cry all because you forgot his cereal 🧍‍♂️

“YOU BITCH YOU FORGOT MY ČĖřèÄĹ 👹” “VENTI SHUT UP YOUR CAUSING A SCENE” 

 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” everyone in the store will be looking at you, as you rush to buy his ceral

all he does is eat and he dont gain weight  “you eat so much you should stop or you’ll get fat” “well look whos talking y/n” YOU-

wind man: y/n whys the pantry locked

y/n: cause you need to be healthy and eat CARROTS

WINDE MAN : NO YOU BITCH IM STEALING YOUR CREDIT CARS 🏃‍♀️💨

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KAEYA 

not as chaotic as venti but he still is 

defiantly listens to niki minaj 

sexy titty man: Y/N DID YOU STEAL MY NIKI MINAJ PERFUME 😡😡😡😡���

y/n : what 

sexy titty man : WELL DID YOU 

y/n: you left it in your car please stop threating me *sobs* 😭😭😭

sexy titty man: if its not there im going to PUNISH YOU KITTEN 😈😈😈😈😈

y/n IM CRYING PLEASE STOP 

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so yea kaeya is something his phone is full of picture of him just him and this 

(IM CRYING I FOUND THIS ON AMAZON )

he threatens you with it 

sexy titty man: y/n did you steal my james charles make up palette 

y/n: gross no 

sexy titty man  ARE YOU SURE 

y/n: PLEASE ITS IN THE KITCHEN JUST DON’T 

sexy titty man okay thanks~😘

he has tiktok and its mostly mentally ill shit (same)

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RAZOR 

smh so hes chaotic but not like 

bark: y/n 

y/n : o>O uhm go off 

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He’ll make the weirdest comments like one time y’all went to mcdonalds and he drank the sprite instead of sayin it tastes like tv static he said it tastes like alien piss 

y/n : ... HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT ALIEN PI-

he just eats shit in your fridge i mean ALL THE MEAT RAW OR COOKED THIS MAN WILL RISK SALMONELLA 

“razor STOP EATING MY MEAT YOU’LL GET SICK” “GRRRRRRRR BAKR BARK GRR SNARL GRRRR” 

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BennEtt 

honestly he has memes on his phone but there not as JUICY AS MINE 😩

he got memes like this 

he likes the song SHIT by bo burnham 

bad boy : Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHY ZHONGLI GOT NO EYE BROWS 😭😭😭 

y/n : yo wtf who took sexy mans eye brows 🤨

you bought him a plushie of a cow and keeps loosing it 🧍‍♂️

bad boy: I LOST EXTRA BEFF AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭

y/n: WTF AGAIN THIS IS THE 60TH TIME 

BAD BOY: YOUR COUNTING 

y/n: YUP 

BAD BOY: 😭😭😭😭😭

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Albedo

hes not chaotic your the chaotic one in this relationship 😒

y/n: 

lmfao that arrested my cat]

bread: really? they can do that? how interesting 

y/n: do you know what a joke is 

Diluc 

THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW WHATS GOING ON LMFAO HES SO CONFUSED LIKE LITERALLY 

HE STANDS THERE LIKE 

🧍‍♂️❓

LOOKING AT HIS PHONE WHEN YOU SENT HIM THIS 

WITH THE CAPTION “can i buy it “

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PLEASE IM CRYING WHAT HAVE I DONE 

Requests Open for these animes

- furcotse 

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no commetn 💀

[actual-fucking-clown]

Take your time then.

Aizawa x gender neutral reader

Story under the cut :)

Unedited but like edited but still not properly edited :)

Hope you enjoy!!!

a/n: it’s been a hot min since I’ve written a fic. I think the last time i was 14 and it was shit and on wattpad. Ha. I hate myself. N e way, I was recently writing some shit for an au me and my friend thought up and in the back of my mind I was like, “you should start writing fics again bc this is kinda fun”, soo lo and behold I made a post asking if anyone would be interested, shared a little too much personal shit in it but whatever, and have now decided to write this mother fucker. (3/25/21)

a/n: not sure if anyone will care about this series of a/n’s but I’m just chronicling thoughts ig. rewriting rn bc my first draft was short and ass. Also I’m thinking about opening requests after this is posted, will go into detail in a diff post maybe. (3/28/21)

a/n: deleted everything, rewriting. I just want to make something that might be decent and if I can give that feeling, y’know those chills you get when you read something utterly gorgeous, but I’m bad at writing. sadge (3/28/21, like several hours later)

a/n: ugh (4/1/21)

a/n: ugh pt 2 electric boogaloo. I can’t seem to move forward with the writing. I realized something like this might happen bc to solve a problem feelings need to be discussed and I fucking hate doing that so you can see where I’m fucking up lmaooooo (4/2/21)

a/n: I read angst to fuel my writing brain. So, read some angst, finally writing agian. This first section is probs as long as the story itself LMFAO(4/5/21)

Started: (3/25/21) Finished: (4/5/21)

Warnings: uh angst, curse words, like a lot, (i saw someone else put this as a warning, do I actually need it?), avoiding problems instead of actually facing them, mentions of shit so-so parenting, mentions of not being able to live up to high expectations, y’know, the works

Synopsis: Aizawa takes in Eri without running it by you first and expects you to be okay with it. That’s funny. He was wrong.

Can I preface this with a thought? I’m going to anyway,

all the fics I read paint him as the sweetest partner and I’m sure he is but I think they miss out on how blunt he is and his whole “Mr. Rationality” thing. So as much as I adore him I think there are situations that he’d be a bit more colder towards, a bit more straightforward about. Maybe even like a bit insensitive about but maybe bc he doesn’t have the full picture or something. so I guess this is another warning but aizawa is a little insensitive in the beginning (but like not really but kinda. it’s complicated)

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Rain pattered softly against the window. The smell of some old random Bath and Bodyworks candle you’d dug out from a box you’d never bothered to unpack smothered the room. Some Netflix show idly played on a low volume on your computer, you’d lost interest in watching tv awhile ago. You needed a break. After the eventful month you’d been having you really needed this. 

Now of course your whole year so far had been eventful. What with all the villain attacks on you and Shouta’s class and the kidnapping of one of your students, to just dealing with the more mundane problems with your students. No. You had no problem with that. The villains, although not easy, were something you were trained to handle. The smaller problems with your students weren’t arduous either, after all you weren’t too much older than them. 

When reflecting on your situation, from and outside perspective it could be seen as the straw the broke the camels back, which sure, makes sense. After all, you’re bound to be stressed out by everything else, so why would this seemingly insignificant thing weigh heavier than a villain attack? Well if that is the situation why does this single straw feel like it weighs a ton? This is not that. This is not culmination of the events of this year draining the life from you. This is something entirely different. A panic inducing life change that completely took you by surprise mixed with your inability to actually face your problems. 

You don’t blame them. You can’t. They’ve done nothing wrong. A child. A small, probably mentally scarred child is your problem. Well not her personally but the fear taking care of her instills in you. Despite working in the field that you do, you cannot for the life of you handle actual children. Sure you’re a little awkward with your class but at least they’re young adults and (vaguely) mature and independent to a certain extent. The fact that your long term boyfriend just came back one day, small child in tow and said “Hey I’ve gotta look after this one now” not verbatim obviously, for a lack of better words, fucked you up. He basically solo adopted a kid and, let’s be honest, he probably expected you to help out. But how could you? How could this man look at you and think “I want this person to help me raise an already fucked up child?” Ok sure, he doesn’t at first give off the “I’m totally father figure material” vibe but in the end he is extremely competent. You on the other hand, not so much.

You’d never been good with children. Tried your best to steer clear of them. Didn’t matter the place, didn’t matter who’s kid, you couldn’t handle them. You would just stand there, awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do and petrified that there was the possibility of making some mistake which would upset the child and then oh wow look, your head got chopped right of your shoulders. That’s hyperbole of course but it does sum up the insurmountable fear that overcomes you whenever you have to deal with a child. So considering the fact that your long term boyfriend had suddenly decided to adopt and not at least warn you, didn’t sit right with you.

So, the best and most obvious choice, was to avoid your problem. Avoid Shouta, avoid Eri. Avoid the mention of them and you, avoid it all. And honestly you’d done pretty well so far. You were able to have as little contact with them as possible considering the close proximity of your living quarters in the teacher’s dorms. After all they were legally supposed to give you two separate rooms but you never actually used yours, well until now. You were living it up honestly. Did you feel awful? Of course. He is your boyfriend after all and you were sure Eri doesn’t deserve your cold shoulder but this is probably for the best. What could you offer her? You weren’t sure that you were a good role model for her or anyone for that matter. What did you know about raising kids? it’s not like you had parents to set a proper example for you. Of course they might have shown you what not to do but where do you go from there? Is shit like that really avoidable? You don’t want to be like them. You strive to be better but what if you can’t be. There’s also the added bonus of the fact that raising a kid seems taxing on a relationship. Now matter how strong you were sure that the stress of a kid could break a relationship down that then festers into something toxic and unrecognizable. You didn’t want that. God you couldn’t let that happen. No. This was definitely for the better.

Of course Aizawa didn’t feel the same. He was confused on why his partner had been so blatantly avoiding him. Did he do something wrong? He doesn’t remember doing anything that might’ve upset you. So why now? Why pull away now? He had to get down to the bottom of this but catching you was the hard part. You had been taking on more work, offering more assistance to the other teachers, picking up extra patrols, doing everything and anything to stay away from Shouta. It took him a month but he finally caught up to you. You were tired, worn out he knew that. Instead of loading yourself with work you’d decided to hole yourself up in your room. It was now or never.

You were pulled out of your peace at the sound of a few gentle knocks to your door. You really didn’t want to get it. You honestly couldn’t be bothered. 

“(N/n)? Are you in there?” He hadn’t gotten it wrong right? He hadn’t been too distracted earlier and missed you leaving right?

“What’s up?” You hummed from your place by the window, not bothering to actually open the door.

“Can I come in?” Shouta asked, voice soft. You could barely hear him above the patter of the rain and the low humming of your laptop.

“Uh, no, kinda busy. Got loads of work to do. Need to focus, sorry. Maybe later?” You hesitantly spoke. Not sure if you were convincing enough. 

Apparently you weren’t.

He sighed. “It’s been “later” for an entire month. Please (Y/n) just let me in. Whatever this is we can talk it out.” You had predicted that eventually Shouta would start to try to crack down on whatever the issue was but you didn’t expect it so soon. 

“Uh...no?” You tried, hoping that maybe he’d just give up but that wasn’t Shouta.

“No, you don’t get that option, now please, open the door.” Although it was still soft his voice had taken a more stern tone.

“Oh no I’m dead. I guess I can’t open the door. What a shame. I guess the only way to talk with me now is in the pits of hell.” You quipped, trying to lessen the tension that already ran thick.

“(Y/n).” Aizawa sighed.

“Jeez fine. Talk about pushy.” You quipped once more to no avail.

Opening the door you were met with, well exactly what you expected. He stood there, arms crossed, a stern yet gentle look in his eyes, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“Come in.” You mumbled as you stepped further into your room.

“So tell me. What’s wrong?” The sentence stirred so much. Of course you wanted to tell him. You wanted to spill your guts to the man you loved in hopes of comfort but you just can’t. You know you’ll just scare him off. You know you’ll make things worse.

So you stay silent.

He says nothing as he grabs your hands gently and leads you over to your bed. He sits the two of you down on the edge, muting the movie on the laptop sitting behind him.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you right?” Shouta sent you a warm smile. 

You weren’t very comfortable with discussing your feelings sometimes, it mostly stemmed from the fact that you never really could discuss them with anyone growing up which made it harder to confide in anyone now, as at this point bottling things up was a habit. But this was also just something that you were sure that you couldn’t talk about.

Silence answered him once again.

Now he took sometime to think about his approach, think about what could’ve happened that made you pull away. What did he do that was different from his norm? He was genuinely stumped and the fact that you weren’t helping him confused him even more.

You decided to take this time to lament the situation too. What was he going to do? Should you actually tell him or play it off? If you play it off will he still insist that something is wrong? If you tell him will he leave you? If you don’t tell him will he leave you? You risked a glance at him, he was still deep in thought.

Why did you have to adopt this fucking kid without at least warning me?

“What?” Your head shot up at the sound of his shocked voice.

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Eri’s the problem...?” He spoke slowly, not entirely sure if he’d heard you right.

“Did I say that out loud?” You squeaked.

“I’m pretty sure you mumbled something along the lines of “why’d you have to adopt that fucking kid”.” Shouta said, unsure if he’d heard wrong. Wanting to have heard wrong.

“No no no no no no! It’s not like that! I mean it is like that but not like that!” You frantically waved your hands in hopes of defusing the situation.

The way he looked at you made you want to cry. You felt horrible. You felt like the biggest asshole in the world and, at this point you probably were. He looked at you with such a look of heartbreak and disappointment and confusion it made you sick to your stomach. You felt light-headed and started shaking. You were right. You were right. You were always right. God why did you have to be right! Why did you have to be like this? Scared of raising a fucking child! It was asinine and irrational and you could probably move past it  but thanks to your stupid fucking brain you just sealed your fate.

You scooted away from him still waving your hands frantically as no’s tumbled endlessly from your lips. You tried sputtering an apology, anything so that he wouldn’t look at you like that but nothing stuck. Nothing was comprehensible. Nothing worked. Nothing would work. Nothing will work. You were hopeless. It was hopeless. 

“If it isn’t like how it seems then tell it to me straight.” Shouta finally spoke up.

You took a second to come down from your panic. You steeled your nerves as much as possible before you spoke. 

“Um well, I have nothing against her it’s just that a little heads up would’ve been nice? I’m not all that great with kids so this is just kind of weird is all.” You were purposefully being vague in hopes that he’d understand what you meant and also maybe drop it.

“Not great with kids? You’re literally a teacher.” He pointed out.

“Yeah you know but she’s like a kid kid and let’s be honest I’m not too great with the students either.” You awkward laughed. So he wasn’t getting it.

“Wha-you’re fine with the students and I’m sure you’ll be fine with Eri, there was no reason to avoid me over this.” Shouta sighed. As good as he was with dealing with people, he was equally as shit. Or maybe it was just the fact that you gave him very little to work with. It was probably a bit of both. Still his dismissiveness was not helping you right now.

“No, no, no, no. I think I’ll stay here. Uh, good luck with your parenthood escapades and sorry to leave you high and dry like this but that’s going to have to be a no from me.” You rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tired of this.

“(Y/n) stop being irrational. She’s not even our kid I’m just looking after her for now. Why are you being difficult? I told you you were fine with the students and you’ll be fine with Eri, what else do you want to hear?” Shouta grumbled.

“Well uh I don’t know, uh...” You trailed off, this seemed to be going in a direction you really didn’t want it to go. A slight hostility settling in the air.

At your lack of a proper answer he clicked his tongue. He took a moment to reassess the situation. There had to be something he was missing. After all you were getting really worked up but if you weren’t going to talk to him there was nothing he could do. He shook his head before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“(Y/n), please, please, just be honest with me. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me. But I won’t be able to understand if you don’t.” Aizawa sighed, deciding that getting worked up about this was not the way to go, especially when you seemed to be especially distraught.

“Uh, god the thing is I don’t know entirely what to say to put the shitshow in my head into perspective.” You mumbled, trying desperately to figure out what to say that could clear the air but nothing seemed to be coherent enough.

“Take your time.” He decided that this was the best approach to things, making sure neither party got too worked up lest this turn into a fight.

The rain continued to patter softly against the window and your candle continued to burn an slightly off floral-ish scent.�� A deafening silence hung in the air because even though he was being as patient as possible some of his frustration leaked through, it was bound to though so you couldn’t exactly blame him. After all, you were probably equally as frustrated with yourself too. 

“I’m just not good in a position like this. I’m not good with kids, especially someone like Eri who’s already so broken. You have that nurturing nature, it comes natural to you but I’m not on that level. I  don’t know the first thing about caring for a child let alone one as already traumatized as her. I’d fuck it up and only make things worse. I don’t want you to reassure me that I’ll be okay with her, I want you to understand that I’m not comfortable with this and that it might take me awhile to come around. I’m sure I sound like the biggest asshole ever but please understand that this just isn’t something I’m ready for.” You had rambled a bit, you were aware of that, but it was the only way that you could properly express your feelings without making things too complicated.

Aizawa said nothing. Trying to figure out how to go about things.

Was he upset? Yeah, you two, even after several long years of being together, hadn’t discussed moving forward in your relationship in depth. And if he’d tried you seemed content with the point you two were at so he left it be, no reason to try and move forward when what you had was already fine the way it was. But recently he’d been craving more. Some mornings, when he’d be the first to wake, he’d study your features in the soft light of the sunrise and wonder what it’d be like to properly settle down with you. Get married, start a family, all that jazz. He’d taken in Eri only because it was the most rational decision. His quirk would be good for quelling hers had it ever gotten out of hand. But it also seemed to quell his musings of something more with you. He had imagined you being a good parental figure for the little girl and it made his heart flutter and his stomach explode with butterflies. But now seeing that that wasn’t what you wanted and how you weren’t ready for it, it stung. But in the end, he loved you. He’d easily give his life for you. So, if that meant waiting he’d wait. He’d wait a million years if he had to. He could do it.

Once again he spoke,

“Take your time then. I can wait.”

Tagslist?: @captainchrisstan (I think you said you wanted to be tagged but I’m also just small brained lol If u didn’t want to and I misinterpreted things just let me know :) )

[suntara]

Heyyy

so you sent me an ask like, AGES ago , and i realized just now i saved it in the drafts out of habit instead of sending it 😭😭😭

im so so sorry

btw yes WE GOT THE SAME NAME OMG yay

LMFAO IT’S OKAY !!! YES WE DOOO <333

[kdramafeminist]

Congratulations :) 👸,🤴,🌝,🌚

Thankyou so much! && also sorry for replying so late I accidentally sent this one to my drafts instead of my queue and only just noticed lmfao i’ll blame it on tiredness or smthn.

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👸🏻Fave Actress/Female Character: My NUMBER ONE OF ALL TIME is easily Seo Ye Ji. Her acting is unmatched, her voice is the only asmr I’ll accept and her smile is my kryptonite. I don’t really fangirl over real life people... ever... but she really might be the exception.

Also just so happens one of my favourite female characters of all time is Sang Mi from Save Me whose played by SYJ. The show really wouldn’t have been as top tier as it is without Sang Mi and her absolute iron-will in the face of total destruction.

🤴🏻Fave Actor: (one of them is) Woo Do Hwan. First watched him in Mad Dog & whilst his projects might not always be great (*cough* tkem *cough*) his acting ALWAYS is! I’ve never understood when people say they’ll miss someone when he goes to the military but I think I get it now. It’ll be a loss to have him away for so long.

🌝Popular Drama Opinion: Dramas need to let love triangles go. I know they won’t - it’s basically a staple at this point - but apart from the rare occasion where the triangle is justified it’s clearly & obviously only added in bc it has to be added in and is so so (x10) pointless.

🌚Unpopular Drama Opinion: Love in the Moonlight was a generic drama that only got as hyped as it was because of Park Bo Gum. (I got so bored I dropped it ^--^ don’t come for me)

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[ckret2]

What’s your personality headcanon for rodan?

I’ve had this in my inbox like a week because I wanted to wait until my TF big bang rough draft was done to write this, and then i spent several days recovering from the rough draft lmfao. OKAY SO

The tl;dr is “Rodan assumes everything is normal, no matter how weird it is, and that basically informs his entire worldview. Also he wants to be everyone’s friend and fight them at all times.”

First let’s talk about instincts. Because Rodan’s species plops their eggs in volcanoes and flies off, there’s basically nothing in the way of parenting. If an adult Rodan sees a baby Rodan flopping around its volcano like a fool, it might swoop down to check on the kid and show it how to do something it’s struggling with—like, if an adult human saw a five-year-old trying to get on the subway, thought this was a perfectly normal thing for a small child to do, checked to make sure they knew which line they were taking and where their stop was, showed them how to use their card to get through the turnstile, and sent them on their way. Because Rodan eggs take so long to incubate and don’t depend on a parent sitting on the nest to do so, a hatchling might pop out long after its parents are dead, or even—as in this Rodan’s case—when no other members of its species are alive at all.

So because of that, and the way evolution ran to compensate for the fact that these hatchlings might be getting zero adult education, Rodan runs on intuition, moreso than titans who raise their kids. He was born knowing how to fly, hunt, fight, defend his nest, patrol his territory, find and judge potential mates, establish more nests. He was born recognizing many titan species that had been around most prominently during his species’s evolutionary history, and knowing whether they’re likely to be friends, foes, or food. (Mothra is “friend.” Godzilla is “proceed with caution.” Ghidorah was only active for one or two generations of Rodans, not long enough for them to evolve an instinctive reaction to multi-headed yellow fliers, so Ghidorah was a total unknown when he charged his happy flappy ass into Rodan’s territory.)

So Rodan was born with a immense amount of knowledge about the world around him.

Most of it’s wrong.

Since the day Rodan hatched, he’s been faced with nothing but weird shit. So he has no sense of scale for weirdness. Fishing boats are weird. The fact that the sky isn’t thick with giant stony pteranodons is weird. The lack of a land bridge between Alaska and Russia is weird. The Himalayas are weird. The shape of that tree over there is weird. Three-headed two-tailed lightning-spewing siren-singing hurricane-summoning golden dragons from outer space are weird. The size of the Sahara is weird. A bird accidentally flying up Rodan’s nostril is weird. Farms are weird. Bells are weird. All of the above things are equally weird to Rodan.

As a consequence? He’s extremely chill with weird shit. You throw something wild at him and he thinks “I guess this is just what we’re doing now, huh,” and rolls with it. He’s willing to immediately embrace anything as the new normal. He just finds a convenient spot to jam it into his pre-existing conception of the world and rolls with it.

Which is why, when Three-Heads McGee appears, Rodan is like, “… Well, okay, apparently this is just what other members of my species look like and i somehow didn’t know it until right now" and does what he knows he’s supposed to do when he meets one of his kind: see who can win a fight. Ghidorah beats Rodan up, Rodan expects that if they impress each other then the loser promises to follow the winner and they go make nests, so he yields and swears to follow Ghidorah; but instead they fly several hours north to knock over the weird square hives made by tiny apes? Does this mean they’re hanging out first? That’s fine, anyway Rodan swore to follow so he’s gonna keep doing that, destroying cities is now the thing that they are doing. Maybe they were always supposed to be destroying cities and he just didn’t know it. Now they’re fighting Godzilla and Mothra for some reason? Yeah, alright, sure, he’s not sure if this is a turf fight or a grudge match or just for the absolute hell of it, but Ghidorah has clearly got dibs on Godzilla which Rodan is NOT gonna argue with so Rodan’s taking Mothra. He doesn’t know why they’re fighting. He doesn’t know why they’re in Boston at all. He doesn’t know what Boston is. It didn’t exist the last time he was awake. 

And days or weeks after the fight, he still doesn’t know why they were fighting. He’s got no clue Ghidorah was trying to destroy the planet. He didn’t think to ask what they were doing.

So you can throw the weirdest thing in the world at him and he just sort of assumes that it’s perfectly normal, he just hadn’t heard about it yet. Like, someday somebody is going to tell him Ghidorah is an alien, and he’s going to spend about twenty seconds freaked out, and then it will be just a fact, and nothing will ever throw him for a loop again. When everything is weird, nothing is weird.

The good side of this is it makes him very open-minded to new and different things. He’ll accept just about anything and anyone. He’s not resistant to new ideas, and he’s got an advantage over a lot of other titans socially because he’s a lot more able to accept members of other species on their own terms. The bad side is that it makes him very uncritical—he’ll accept anything presented as the norm, often even negative situations that can and should be changed. And, very frequently, he just doesn’t think to ask questions: “when did THIS become a thing??” or “why are we doing this, exactly?” or “why is this the new normal” or even “IS this the new normal??” He’s as curious as any other titan, but he rarely asks questions, because if he doesn’t see anyone else asking questions he sort of assumes that everyone else already knows what’s up and so he should be figuring it out the way they did. So he observes closely and puzzles things out alone.

Also because he assumes Everything Is Normal, he’s oddly spontaneous—in the sense that, if a massive life change is thrown his way, he’ll decide whether or not he wants to roll with it for the next thousand years in about a minute. And then he’ll stick with it. Even if he doesn’t have to, even if circumstances change so that he COULD go back to how things were before, even if it gets a lot more difficult/complicated than he was expecting—he already made his decision, this is The New Normal, his old status quo is dead, he’s sticking with it. After the decision’s been made it’s next to impossible for him to let go of it unless a new decision is offered.

One of the biggest disappointments between what Rodan expected the world to be like and what it’s actually like is that there are a whole lot less people in it. There’s like… seventeen people. (Humans don’t count as people. You can’t talk to humans. Humans are to Rodan as bees are to humans: they make interesting clever geometric homes and they’ve clearly got a very complex organization system in their colony—they can even communicate information to each other, how interesting—but they certainly aren’t people.) And this is a shame because Rodan is a major extrovert. When there are other people around to bug, Rodan is there, bugging them. He’ll just flap around getting into other titans’ business and asking what they’re up to. He’s down for joining it, whatever it is. If they don’t want him joining, he might just find somewhere nearby to perch and watch. Other titans’ opinions of him vary from “he’s very friendly and helpful” to “he’s an obnoxious pain in the ass. And he’s violent, too.”

He’s so violent.

He’s one of the only titans who just, attacks people out of nowhere, for no reason. His species has got a permanent suit of armor on, so fighting doesn’t come at the same cost and risk to them as it does to other creatures, so they’ll skip past the intimidation displays and warnings that most other species use to try to avoid a fight and just charge straight in to battle. Which is why Ghidorah managed to completely KO him and he still thinks that was a courting dance rather than a real battle; his species’s courting dances can get that violent.

But, even beyond courting dances or defending himself and his territory? He’ll still pick fights, with anyone. He’ll pick fights with total strangers. He’ll see a titan, go “Hey there my name is Rodan what’s yours!” and dive for their eyes. He thinks fighting is fun! His life is a sports anime about martial arts whose main plot is a tournament arc and he’s the plucky happy-go-lucky protagonist who’s determined to win every fight and befriend every single opponent he defeats, while everyone else thinks they’re living in a medium-difficulty survival sim. It’s impossible to teach him not to attack strangers. If a new acquaintance tells him they don’t like fighting he will respect that and not do it again, but no matter how many people tell him they don’t want to fight, he will not stop going “maybe the next one will” and trying again.

Mothra, he’s learned, does not like fighting, and he understands how her reincarnations work just enough to know that he can’t attack new Moths the way he would a New Person; but every time Mothra’s reborn he’ll hope the new one likes fighting and ask. She’s always like “it’s still no” and he’s like, “someday. Someday.” He’s not sure why Boston was the exception, but thinks maybe she likes group brawls more than one-on-one fights? Maybe he’ll fight her the next time they’re in a group and see if she’s into that.

His favorite people are the ones willing to throw down, any time, any place. He sometimes mistakes eagerness to fight back as a confirmation of friendship rather than as, like, “I hate you so much I wanna kick your ass every time I see you” or something. Friends that spar together fly far together.

Aquatic titans are the few exceptions. They freak him out. Water is already an inherently terrifying location because you can’t breathe in it, you can’t stand on it and yet can’t fly through it, it washes off your armor—it’s just Bad, it’s a Bad Place. And then there are things in it?? Things living underneath the surface, unseen and unknown, that can crawl out when you’re asleep and try to eat you if you’re not completely under your lava? Gelatinous color-changing things? Long cold things that can wrap around you and crush you? Oh no. No thank you. Rodan doesn’t mess with that stuff. To him Godzilla is no King of the Monsters, he’s Ambassador of the Nightmares. He’s one of those terrifying subterranean guys except he’s got LEGS which somehow simultaneously makes him just barely tolerable but also a bigger threat than the other water things. Godzilla is Cthulhu in a business suit: an eldritch abomination masquerading as a normal person.

And, that’s about what I’ve got worked out so far. Since I’ve spent less time writing inside Rodan’s personality than Ghidorah’s, he’s less developed than they are lol. It’s a continually evolving work in progress

[lesbeet]

i joke about my executive dysfunction a lot but it genuinely makes my life so unnecessarily hard lmfao like do i really need to be spending today in a bad mental space because ive gone the past several days without being able to do a single fucking important thing? do i need to be stressed up the ass because my window to finish schoolwork without having to pay for another $3.5k worth of time is rapidly closing and i can't force myself to do jack shit?

i almost started sobbing at the kitchen table during lunch because my mom innocently asked how school was going because what the fuck can i say, "yes i fully know how serious and important these responsibilities are, and in fact would you believe me if i told you i desperately want to complete them and just CAN'T, for absolutely no reason other than i just can't" ??

and then not doing things is making me anxious and my anxiety just makes me even less capable of doing shit!!!

and i have a history of putting everything off and scrambling to finish in the 11th hour and the problem is usually it works for me so my brain is just like "it's fine, we've done this before, we'll do it again, there's no urgency, calm down and spend the next 6 hours reading fanfiction and fucking around on youtube instead of being productive, hell why not the next 6 DAYS" so then i end up doing things i like but don't want to even be doing and if i try to do anything productive i can't fucking focus at all

and if i have a commitment that's like. an hour long my brain just writes the whole day off like "oh you have a meeting at the synagogue for sunday school tomorrow for about an hour? it's not until 5pm? well that's that whole day gone, guess you can't do any work tomorrow, then, there's no time"

and i know all of this is happening but being aware of it doesn't even help bc like i said if i try to force it when i'm not feeling it i can't focus and it's like pulling teeth to get myself to do anything

like i think to myself "just sit and do it. write some sentences. it's not hard. it's not above your intellectual level. it doesn't even take that much thinking. write the thing." and it IS easy but i can't even get my ass off this bed right now, not because i'm unable physically or for any concrete actual reason other than my brain is just like "we CANNOT"

my life is a perpetual buffering wheel at the most inconvenient times and this is just how i live but the older i get the higher the stakes are and the less the excuses are tolerated and the less i can finagle my way out of things with fibs about shitty technology ("oh this email got stuck in my drafts, i thought it sent a few days ago, i apologize!" rather than "i couldn't send you a simple 3 sentence email not for any actual reason but i just couldn't, sorry, it'll most likely happen again soon")

and i just want to die djsjsjsjsjdhdhdsnskskkskddk

[apathbacktoyou]

Voldy lives AU with cute Bellamort + Delphi family outings!

yo @evasnooramor remember when i was whining about all my fics being too sad and you sent me the cutest prompt but then i let it sit in my drafts for like 7 months and continued to be an Angst Hoe and yell at you about everything from bella training regulus&barty to female!voldemort instead??? lmfao ya sorry bout that

1) “Are you not ready yet?“ Bellatrix stands in the doorway to his study - well, Lucius’s, really, but not for the last year - and has her lips pursed that way.

Clearly, he has done something wrong. If now only he could remember what it was…

“Ready?“he asks when the silence has stretched on too long and he still has no clue what he has done. It probably has something to do with why she was in a sundress. Yellow always suited her, he thinks, but by the look on her face, now is not the time to tell her so.

“Delphie’s first outing,“she says, and it sounds rather menacing.”We’re taking her to the beach. I told you this. More than once.“

He blinks at her, nonplussed.”What, I’m supposed to come, too?“

He’s glad she is holding the baby, and not something she could throw at him.

“Obviously,“she grinds out between clenched teeth.”That’s what we means.“

“I thought you and Narissa,“he starts, but quickly breaks off and changes tracks.”She won’t know if I’m not there. She has the awareness of a flubberworm, for Merlin’s sake. She’s three weeks old, she -“

“Four,“she cuts him off.

“What?“

“Your daughter, the flubberworm, is four weeks old.“ The last time she’d switched from angry to calm this fast, it had ended in more severed limbs than the MLE’s clean-up crew had bothered to count.”And since she should see something besides this overly pompous house and Lucius’s ridiculous idea of a garden, she’ll have her outing.“

He wouldn’t be surprised to evaporate on the spot, horcruxes and all, from the look she throws him before turning to leave.”So we - that is to say the flubberworm, Rodolphus, and I - will be going, then.“

As if he cares.

(He catches up with her before she was down the corridor. The beach outing turns into a three-day weekend at the Côte d’Azur, but she stops the flubberworm jabs by the first afternoon.

He doesn’t admit he was enjoying himself. He does tell her she looked lovely in yellow.)

2) Delphie is hopping along between them; every now and again they swing her up between them and she shrieks in delight.

The street reminds him of Diagon Alley, but they aren’t constantly stared at, here. It’s quite oddly refreshing not to have someone bow and growel every few yards.

It really was a good idea to take them along to Germany. The deals have all been settled and signed, so now there’s nothing to do but enjoy the crisp spring air.

3) He awakes to something very pointy being jabbed into his stomach with a lot of force. Luckily he opens his eyes before starting to throw curses, as it turns out to be his daughter kneeling on top of him.”Are we going now?“

“After breakfast,”he says, gently pushing her off him onto the bed and discreetly rubbing what would soon be two vicious bruises. Why Bellatrix insists on them going places this early when she herself was still fast asleep he’d never know. Nor why Delphie still decides to jump on him instead. He gets up.”I need coffee. Wake up your mother.“

It isn’t entirely without malice that he lets the kid do that. But Delphie thwarts his petty revenge by carefully crawling into Bella’s arms and peppering her face with kisses. Brat. He makes a mental not to only let her have one scoop of ice cream later.

(He pretends not to remember that when she switches on her puppy dog eyes.)

4) Delphie’s brow is furrowed in concentration as they make it through the steps, but he can tell she was immensely pleased with herself.

(”You’re spoiling her,“Bellatrix had chastised.”She should be able to do it by now. Father only let me dance on his feet until I was five.“

There was something hilarious about the image of stiff, boring Cygnus ballroom dancing with a small child on his feet, but he supposed the same could be said about him.

He’d agreed to make Delphie try for herself.)

She beams at him as the song ends.”Did you see how good I did it?“

“Very well, yes,“he replies. He resists the urge to ruffle her hair just as she held back from throwing her arms around him.”I’m impressed.”

She has attended quite a few formal events, but it is the first time she’s come to the anniversary celebration of the final battle.

(He refuses to call it Blood Ball, no matter how much it was catching on, and vows to curse the student who came up with it beyond recognition if he ever found out who it was.)

The seventh year is a good as time as any to allow her to attend. A magical number, afterall.

“I’ll go show Ursula what I can do,“she says, looking around the room.”Then you can go dance with Mama.“

Delphie loves to watch them dance. Loves any sign of affection between them, really. He sometimes wonders if that held true for all children or only the ones with fathers persistently rumoured to be incapable of feeling.

Either way, he is more than happy to let her have this. Especially when it means he could go and cut in. Not that he is jealous. Rodolphus just generally has no business dancing. His leg hasn’t been the same since that agromantula got a hold of him.

“Do you know you can ask me to dance when I’m not dancing with Roddy?“she teases as he spins her into a twirl before pulling her closer than before. He kisses the smirk off her face.”That has tradition by now, no?“

5) “We could go anywhere,“Voldemort points out for the umpteenth time.”That dragon sanctuary in Russia, for example. I hear they let you feed them people, no questions asked, if you have the money.“

“Sounds lovely, but Delphie picked this. You can take me there for my birthday, then,“Bellatrix says.”We don’t technically need Snape anymore, right?“

“I… suppose not.” He frowns at her.”What has it been, thirty years of you nagging me about that?“

“Thirty-one,“she says.”About time you caved, dear. Now, where has Delphie gotten to?“

A screaming crowd comes running their way just then.

Voldemort smirks.”I have a hunch.“

(Delphie stands in the reptile house, beaming, petting a python and cooing to it. She looks up as her parents entered, and gestures to all the glassless enclosures.”Accidental magic, I swear.“

“I’m sure it was,“Bellatrix says.”You can only use that til September, you know. After that you’ll need to get more creative.“

“Uncle Draco’s head of the MLE,”Delphie points out.”I don’t have to make excuse at all.“

“No, you just enjoy lying,“Bellatrix says fondly.

Voldemort smiles. Maybe the zoo isn’t so bad, afterall.)