#he's having a bubble tea! dont ask why i just felt like drawing it

[shibearts]

doodle

[faaun]

ok so heres what happened

[ayatosmlktea]

If you dont mind, may I request where reader finds out shes pregnant? And while Levi and her never anticipated that they were excited (somewhat terrified on Levi's part since he feels like he gonna fuck up) to have a baby. But then reader miscarriages and it completely devastates both of them and Levi's trying to be strong and comfort her but theyre both really hurt and crying, holding onto on another. Lots of angst basically if thate okay

A/N: I’m a sucker for angst

Warning - miscarriage

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

The last thing Y/N had been expecting to hear from her monthly physical was that she was pregnant. In fact she was so shocked that she started laughing hysterically. She had never talked to Levi about starting a family, Y/N figured she knew what the answer would be anyway. The world they lived in and the mission they’d sworn their lives to didn’t allow them the normal luxuries other people were free to enjoy. Y/N practiced what she was going to say in her head the entire walk back to their room. She had ended up taking a detour trying to buy as much time as possible to figure out how to tell Levi they were going to have a baby. Worry begins to gnaw at her conscience, what if he wanted to break up? Could she really raise a child by herself? Chewing her bottom lip nervously she raises a shaky hand to turn the knob, entering his office quietly. She isn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that he isn’t there. Settling down on the couch she rests her chin in her palms. The more she thought about the tiny life growing inside her the more excitement started to bubble up. She didn’t see Levi until after dinner, the desire to tell him about their baby making her impatient. Y/N wanted to tell someone, trying to keep it to herself was proving harder than she had anticipated but she remained strong. Levi was the first person she wanted to know, the one person whose opinion mattered the most. Carrying in a tray with his favourite tea she sets it down on his desk, plopping herself into the chair across from him waiting for him to give her his undivided attention.

“I had my physical today” Her hands wring together unable to sit still. Levi takes note of her nervous demeanour, immediately setting him on edge.

“Is everything okay?” Her heart swoons at the way his features are washed with concern, she could just picture him caring for their child in the same manner.

“I’m not really sure how to tell you this so I’ll just spit it out.” He nods encouraging her to continue. “I’m pregnant.” She searches his face for any signs of regret or anger or even disappointment. Instead he just looked, elated and terrified at the same time.

“Are you sure?” He sounded almost…hopeful.

“Yeah they’re sure but I thought you didn’t want kids?” He beckons her over to his side of the desk pushing his chair out so she has room to sit on his lap. His hand slides under her shirt to caress her soft stomach.

“Well I never thought I would ever be in this position and I’m terrified I’m going to fuck up but if it’s you then I can’t wait.” Y/N throws her arms around him hiding her face in the crook of his neck as tears drip against his skin. Any nervousness she felt before quickly disappearing and replaced with pure bliss.

Levi doted on her every need for the next few weeks despite Y/N’s insistence that there wasn’t anything to start worrying about yet. Regardless, Levi made it his duty to make sure she was eating enough food, getting enough sunlight and sleeping enough. It gave her butterflies every time he showered her stomach with kisses every morning when he woke up and every night before she fell asleep. Everything was going so well Y/N was impatient for their baby to be born, wanting nothing more than shower them in love.

She knew something was wrong when she started having back pain, she barely had a bump and knew that she hadn’t done anything during training to cause this uncomfortable feeling. Y/N kept it to herself not wanting Levi to make a big deal out of nothing. During dinner her lower stomach had started to cramp uncomfortably and her hips felt strangely sore. She tried rationalizing that it was just her body adjusting to the pregnancy and focused on her dinner.

Levi was woken up to the sound of Y/N groaning in her sleep, her forehead covered in a sheen layer of sweat with her legs pulled up to her stomach. The sheets under her damp and dark, fear clutching his heart he shakes her awake.

“Baby wake up, we need to go see the doctor.” The urgency in his voice and the strange look of panic on his face clears the fogginess of sleep instantly. Looking down at the stained bed sheets she gapes at him in terror. Hysterical tears beginning to spill over as Levi scoops her up in his arms running down the hall to the infirmary. Her fists gripping the material of his shirt so tightly it almost tears. Bursting into the room he shouts for a doctor setting her down on the nearest bed. Nurses usher him out of the room as they prepare to examine Y/N who was now hyperventilating, her strangled breaths asking what was happening. Why was this happening?

Her entire body goes numb when the doctor confirms their worst fear, she had miscarried. Y/N immediately closed herself off, everything she had ever wanted had been ripped from her heartlessly. The days following their loss were agony, she barely left their bed. Erwin had temporarily relieved them of their duties, giving his deepest condolences.

“Leave me alone, Levi” Her voice is rough, most of her time spent either staring blankly at nothing or crying. She felt like a failure, her body wasn’t good enough to have a child. Levi deserved someone better, someone who was healthy enough to have his baby. Her dark thoughts making her withdraw from Levi. Ignoring her attempts to push him away he climbs into bed, drawing her into his embrace. Planting soft kisses on her head he holds her until she gives in, her tears soaking into his shirt.

“It’s okay Y/N, I love you.” His declaration making her sob harder, Levi made no attempts to hide his own tears that spilled down his face dripping onto his neck. They lay there for a long time not saying anything until finally succumbing to a bitter dreamless sleep.

Masterlist

[marshmallowprotection]

Well, hey, if youre willing to write for it im delighted to request it! If you dont already have an idea in mind, how about snapshots of each rfa member with the rfas unofficially/officially adopted child? Or what each would do if they needed to pick them up from school cause they got sick? I kind of love this whole idea so ive already thought up way too many ways to use it haha, but id be happy with literally anything related to the rfa communally raising a kid

I've written some little blurbs for you, nothing long but something just enough to get a taste of what it might be like. I couldn't decide on a specific kid to use so I'm just going to swap between a boy and a girl for whichever it feels right for. 

Yoosung 

"Sungie, do you always get to see so many animals?" 

"Mmm. Yeah, it's part of my studies. If I wanna be a great Vet someday, I have to learn about all kinds of animals and meet them." 

"Really cool! I wouldn't mind if I got to hang out with puppies all day." 

"Well… It's not always like that." 

"Oh, right, there must be kitties and bunnies too!" 

They always chatted like this. 

Yoosung spent the time that he did have free with everybody's favorite son. He was often one of the least busy members of the group but only during the afternoons while the others were working. They would waste a lot of time playing games that he enjoyed or LOLOL, which Yoosung liked. 

They got along really well. Yoosung had taken to him like a big brother, and while he wasn't entirely sure if he was doing it right, he enjoyed the time they spent together. 

He wasn't ever really that close with his big sister, so to have a little buddy to hang out with like this was so different!  

He wasn't the youngest person now, so a lot of the words directed towards him were now thrown to the wayside. It made him feel like he was pretty mature! 

That wasn't always the case, though. 

Video games were an easy way for them to interact and because of that he got a little too invested in them. Of course, just because he was older didn't mean that he always won those games. 

The kid took it ten times more seriously than he ever did and he had to actually try to win what they were on. He never really had that issue before without having many people to play against. But, it was like Seven had been tutoring him on how to destroy others. 

Today was no different. 

"I WIN!" he shrieked as he jumped off of the couch and thrust his hands in the air as Yoosung hung his head in defeat. 

"Looks like you win again," he laughed, though still a little embarrassed. 

Zen

She was a star, a bright shining star. 

All she wanted to do was be the one who made all the sad stuff go away, far, far away from here! It was a dream of hers to be as cool as her family was, and she thought the best way to do that would be to practice for the next party! 

She got the idea from Jaehee, cause she always said that Zen could shine so brightly that it made her feel better. 

So, who else to ask for tips then Zen? 

So, she put on her little show as best as she could for him. 

"You're doing great, keep it up out there, princess!" Zen cheered her on as she spun around in circles and circles on end, pretending to perform for the little crowd of plush toys and Zen.

He clapped as she finished up her little routine a few minutes later, with her arms stretched out wide and little chest heaving from all the little motions. 

Her eyes twinkle with such joy. It was a blessing to see her look so happy and all she ever wanted to hear was that she was getting better at this. 

She puffs out her cheeks when he doesn't say much more, "D'ya like it, Zenny? I can't show everybody else less you think s'good!" 

This little girl was an absolute darling to everybody that she came into contact with and it was no surprise given her parent, who had been the kindest soul ever to walk the face of the planet. She never caused any trouble and all she wanted to do was have a little fun every now and again. 

Zen wasn't all that great with kids, at least, he never felt like he was. He didn't exactly do a perfect job all the time, but he did try his best when he could. 

She had insisted that he sit down and watch her perform this time around. She wanted to show that she could be as dazzling as Zen was, and he would stand to agree that this little girl had a future in talent if she wanted to pursue it. 

Even if she was a little bit pitchy with her own rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. 

Zen let out a little laugh. He pressed his hand against the top of her head and ruffled her hair. "It was very good. You'll blow everybody away at the next party for sure, okay? I need to watch out. You're going to give me a run for my money." 

Jaehee

The little boy clutched at his locks, clearly frustrated with the paper of homework in front of himself. It just wasn't making any sense to him and he really wanted to just give up and quit it. 

He had been trying so hard to do it all on his own so nobody would get worried.  

That hadn't worked because Jaehee caught him looking so dejected in the corner of the café. 

There was no hiding anything from that woman. She just knew when something was wrong and wouldn't let the subject go when she started talking. 

She always got onto him. It wasn't rude or mean though! 

She was just looking out for him, he knew. It didn't change the fact it was a little embarrassing. 

Jaehee looked over his notes and instead of scolding him for the bad marks, she merely hummed and nodded her head. She pointed out some of the troubling areas for him and tapped the spots. 

"So you see, you'll need to do this first before you start doing this part of the question. You're getting ahead of yourself when you're working on these types of problems." 

He stared at the paper for a moment with pursed lips, "...Oh. I guess I didn't think about that." 

"Why don't we try some together and see where it's confusing, okay?" Jaehee smiled. 

He may have felt unsure of himself but he knew that he could trust her judgment at times like this. 

Jumin 

"You look lovely today… I see you and Elizabeth the 3rd are wearing matching bows." 

"Oh, you noticed? I tied them all by myself too!" 

"Did you? That's very crafty of you to do so, princess. Elizabeth seems positively pleasant about it. Why, may I ask, did you do it?" 

"Oh! Elizabeth and I are having a tea party today. We can't have one without looking cute n' stuff. You think my Mommy would like these?" 

"She would. That's her favorite color."

Jumin had never been sure how to act around children. He had never really been a normal child himself, and by the time he figured it out, he was already well grown into an adult. Now, he was really learning how to interact with children. 

This little girl had stolen not only his heart but the hearts of everybody she came into contact with over the past few months.

She was bubbly and sweet, never out of line, she had a penchant for cute toys and little accessories, and she liked to make her own things and play pretend. 

Most importantly, she was the only person in this world who could get CEO Jumin Han to sit in a small chair and pretend to drink tea. 

That's what he was doing right now. 

Elizabeth the 3rd was sitting on her own chair as the girl pretended to pour out some tea into her cup with a smile, "You want some more, Elizabeth? Really? Okay, more tea for the lady!"

Once she set it down she glanced over at Jumin with a big grin, "I'm glad you like it too, I tried really hard. I made some for everybody to wear! I made you a purple one!"

And if anybody thought he wouldn't wear a bow in his hair for this kid, they were wrong. 

Seven

“I did it! I think I put it together, it works, it really works!“

She always looked at the world with stars in her eyes. 

Every new experience was something great to watch happen and it didn’t matter what it was that she was doing or trying out. She always smiled and laughed. It was a great sound, and it had been such a long time since Seven had even heard anything like that. 

This little girl was equal parts smart and sweet. 

If Seven handed her something to work on, she would devour it and figure out what was wrong or what needed to be fixed within a couple of minutes. Seven let her tinker with some of his old robots. Granted, he didn’t give her anything really complex, but still, she learned fast. 

It didn’t always work out, but she never lost her big grin. 

He beamed. “Oh? So you did!  That’s impressive. Good job! Meowy 2.0 here is looking much more lively, huh?” 

She gripped onto the little bot and nodded her head. “Mhm! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to figure it out, but thanks to your help, I got it.”

He couldn’t have been more proud. 

Seven didn’t know what it was like to have many older people in your life care for you like this in a way that was more domestic and typical. He never thought that he would ever have to chance to be around kids like this, but it was something that he always wanted to do. 

She had stolen his heart, though. He would do anything for the kid. 

“That’s right,” Seven nodded. ”You don’t have to do everything alone to figure stuff out. It’s actually better to ask for help when you don’t know what to do next time.” 

She was quiet for a moment and grinned. “...Yeah, about that. I was wondering, how hard would it be to add a flamethrower?” 

Nobody tell the others about that though. 

V

"Does it matter if I make my sky a different color then blue? Why does it always have to be blue? Is it wrong to do something like that? Can it only be blue…? I don't understand." 

"Well, the sky isn't just blue, you know. It can be almost any color you want it to be, it's your drawing to paint so it's your choice what it looks like. Why do you ask?" 

He hung his head, not wanting to look V in the eyes. "... Some kids told me I was stupid and wrong. I guess... I’m just not as good as you thought I was."

V frowned. He got to the boy’s level and pressed his hands against his shoulders, "Hey… that's not true at all. I love your sky, that's why we put it up on the fridge." 

He had really low self-esteem. It wasn’t something that was always remedied by the fact that he had a support system behind him. For some children, it was hard to connect with others in some capacity. 

This boy was always radiant and smiling when he was with the RFA. But, when he was alone or by himself, there were those times when the unease shined through. It wasn’t for a lack of love. Those feelings could affect anyone no matter their life or background. 

V hated to see that. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, quietly. “I would understand if you didn’t.” 

Because he was special, not only to him and the rest of the RFA but to himself as well.

“I’m sure. I would never lie to you. Now, let’s see what we can do about this problem of yours at school, okay?” 

Saeran 

Saeran was always wary of children. 

He always thought of his parents and how badly they had screwed him over as a kid, and his first fear was that he was going to do something as bad as what they did to him to somebody else. That was the last thing that he wanted to do to anyone. 

It wasn’t easy for him to build a bond with MC’s little girl, but he did try every now and again. For some reason, the girl really liked him and stuck to him like glue at every chance that she got. It was kind of hilarious to see somebody so bright and cheery reaching out for somebody as dark looking like him. 

There were times when she would talk somebody’s ear off, but she would never do that to anyone apart from the people in the RFA. She was often quite shy and anxious. With Saeran, though... she was quiet and didn’t often press him for talk and chats. 

She seemed to understand that he really wasn’t much of a guy for chatting, and they both could just hang out without worrying about anything. Today was a little different though. 

He had walked in the room that she was sitting in, and noticed that she was crying. His body stiffened, and he felt rather uncomfortable. He knew that he could have directed somebody else to the situation but at the same time, he didn’t think he could make himself do that. 

He had been in that position too many times as a kid and nobody was there for him. Against the dread in his gut, he sat down next to her and didn’t say anything at first. She was clearly looking over at him. 

“S-Saeran?” 

“...Mmm.” 

“I wasn’t... cryin’... just got dust in my eyes.” 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too,” he said, quietly. “I just figured you would feel better if you had some company.“

“...Thank you.” 

[might-guys-acorn]

Ask and you shall recieve my loves💕 Before I jump into some requests for today, a couple of you asked for information on my OC's! Heres some headcanons on my babies, I hope youll love them just as much as I do🥰 -🦎

P.S. its all gonna be the same art from before, I dont have access to anything to digitally draw them, and finished traditional art is gonna take some time💕

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Choharu Akimichi

Choji's big sister and #1 fan

Shes 2 years older than him, and has spent most of her life supporting him, even when her parents thought he was too soft to be a shinobi.

Theyre very close, and if he's at home, hes always on her bed just talking about everything thats going on at school and with his life.

Shes an excellent listener. She'll take in everything her friends have to say and give very level-headed advice.

She loves bubble tea. Like is obsessed with it. Its how she starts her morning, a large taro with extra boba

Crazy short. Shes like 4'11, and it drives her nuts because she's the oldest on her team, but everyone tends to underestimate and patronize her because of her height

She's very protective of her teammates and her friends, especially Iname. She'd known about her for a while, and when she first met her, she just wrapped her up in a hug. Would 11/10 do anything for that girl.

She knows the rookie 11 pretty well, simply because of her brother and all his stories. Shes spiritually adopted all of them as little siblings and is always there when they need advice or just someone to listen.

Shikajime Nara

Goes by Ji. His name is too long, and with Iname as a teammate, Shika was off the table. Ji suits him just fine.

Also 2 years older than the rookie 11. He and Choharu have been friends for a long time.

Only child and distant cousin? Of Shikamaru

No one can really place how theyre related, its a long complicated answer. Same clan, but very convoluted relative ties.

Shikamaru is not his biggest fan. Ji is energetic, very muscular and honestly super corny. The Dad jokes are not Shika's vibe

Shika learns to love him a bit though, after spending more time with him because of Iname.

Kiba is his best friend. He's more laid back then Kiba, he very rarely gets angry, and he likes to pick on Kiba's nerves when possible. Its just so funny for him.

They match eachother with energy, though. Their sparring matches take forever because niether will back down

Despite his gymrat appearance, he's very smart, super caring and just generally likes having a good time. Hes the dad at the barbecue, flipping burgers in socks and sandals while laughing at his own stupid jokes.

Iname Yamanaka

My precious girl. She's Ino's first cousin, and only a year older

She's got some past demons, the big one being that when she was 5, she came home to her mother dead on the floor in a pool of blood.

Her father was away on a mission, and no one really knows what happened to her mom or why she was killed.

Because of this, she has a terrible fear of blood, and has to push past that day by day as a shinobi

She also has a very strained relationship with her father. He checked out for 2 years after her mother died, and she had to take care of herself.

Even with all this, though, she insists on being a ray of sunshine. She's super spunky, positive and just generally gives off good vibes.

She became friends with the 11 before anyone her own age, because of Ino, and she got very close to Shikamaru. She balances him out and pushes him when he needs it.

They became practically inseperable, and everyone thought they were dating, but they insisted that it was platonic. (I actually wrote their first kiss as an imagine on here a while ago. You can read it here)

She graduated a year early from the academy in order to support herself. Shes smarter than anyone expects, and she works (and plays) hard.

BONUS

Heres some info on my newest OC. I came up with her last night while on the phone with @hiddenleafstoryteller 💕

Sayuri

Absolute badass

She became an Anbu for Suna at 14 and left them at age 16. She felt as though she was losing herself in the brutality of her work, so she left and returned to the regular shinobi ranks

She can be stern when a situation calls for it, but usually shes laid back, snarky, and lighthearted

Grew up as Temari's best friend. Shes more laid back and humorous than Temari was, but their personalities melded well, even at a young age

Gaara completely ignored her when she was around, but after the Chunin exams he warmed up and she happily took him under her wing. Just another sibling for the Sand baby, and she cheered the loudest at his Kazekage ceremony

She thought Kankuro was incredibly annoying when they were young. He was always trying to play pranks of her and Temari, and honestly they werent even well thought out.

As time passed though, he matured and she found herself actually enjoying his company. They often bounced jokes off eachother, sometimes at others expense, and occasionally had moments of talking about more important, deeper parts of life

She didnt even imagine growing feelings towards him, and denied it completely when Temari asked, saying that love was unrealistic for a girl like her.

She finally came to terms with it when he came back poisoned after fighting with Sasori. She didnt sleep, eat, or think the entire time. Between Gaara gone, and Kankuro half dead, she was a shell of a person.

She never said anything to him though, there was no way he'd feel the same. The only person she ever talked to about her feelings was Temari

It mightve been weird for Temari at first, after all it was her brother that her best friend was falling for, but in general, Temari shipped it more than anyone.

The first confession wouldve come from Kankuro, she was too hard headed for it. This imagine from @hiddenleafstoryteller is officially canon in thier storyline.

[bloodydamnit]

You went to MICA, right? I’m currently going there and it’s good (stressful as fuck, but good) and I wanna know; what did you hate and what did you love about it? (Oh my god I sound like those end of year surveys they give you)

Hello there!!! Omfg I’m literally on campus right now for pride!!! LOL just got myself a smoky burger from OTH what what. okay okay okay good questions. 

MICA has changed quite a bit since I was there. Like, my freshman year was fucking lit. If you take the shuttle and get Mr. Robert or Ms. Yvette, ask them about the nudists. Shit was wild. 

Our freshman/foundation year was different in general too? Like

Okay. So. lol. Our classes were:

Elements of Visual Thinking - Which was a chance to explore concepts, mediums, learning how to properly critique, etc. 

Critical Thinking - Which was just critical theory, but more on your own practice I guess? I don’t really know how to explain it. 

EMAC - Which was exploring different forms of digital media and how to use them (Premier, Photoshop, Audacity, recording devices, etc)

Sculptural Forms - Which was a chance for you to explore 3d media. So it was held in what used to be 15/15 and it was woodshop, plaster, 3d printing, and cardboard. 

Then, this is where I get pissed off and seriously fucking angry about this change. 

But we USED to have Painting and Drawing. Now, if you got a 5 in AP art, you gained an extra credit and could skip Drawing/Painting 1. HAH. IMAGINE THAT. HAVING A PAINTING AND DRAWING CLASS AS A FOUNDATION FOR YOUR ART. BECAUSE IT’S KIND OF NECESSARY. 

can you tell im a bit fucking salty?

They were separate classes and I think, they were extremely fucking important to the development of not only my art but my peers. For example, I fucking hated painting when I went to MICA. Literally fucking refused to touch the medium. 

I went to my first class with Latoya Hobbs, tried oil paint, and everything fucking changed. I was a GD major (or that was my plan) and I immediately switched to Painting and I never looked back. 

Unfortunately, yall don’t have that opportunity anymore. Especially since when you choose your major, you tend to stick with those classes. Which really fucking sucks, because you can tell the variety of art has gone down since this change happened. And I think that’s the thing that I dislike about MICA NOW the most. I had the chance to take things, was required to take them, and then I knew how to do a variety of things BECAUSE of those changes. And from what I understand, you don’t have those opportunities anymore. Which really fucking sucks. Because you also miss out on the amazing fucking professors in other majors as well. For example, Karen Warshal. I HIGHLY recommend taking her Portrait class and her Anatomy class. I swear to god, those were the best, more useful classes I’ve ever taken. Is she crazy? A bit. But she’s the most genuine, caring, supportive, and one of the hardest professors I’ve ever had. And thats what you WANT. You don’t want someone to butter you up, tell you your art is poppin when it’s not, and to try and let you off easy because you look upset. Karen tells you how it fucking is and that’s so god damn important. no matter what major you are, TAKE HER FUCKING CLASSES. They’re important and they’re necessary to your development as an artist. Even if you’re not into figural art. - also she makes food and brings it in. and if you’re sick she might make you chicken noodle soup. shout out to karen

Honestly, Karen was probably one of my favorite things about MICA. Along with Mark Karnes,  TONY FUCKING SHORE. LISTEN. YOU NEED TO TAKE A CLASS WITH TONY SHORE (PAINTING). I think he might be doing a class on race (which haha he knows hes white as fuck) and i think it will be fantastic. so keep an eye out, AND RUTH TOULSON THE ANTHROPOLOGY TEACHER. IT MIGHT STILL BE A REQUIREMENT. HER CLASSES HAVE AN 80+ WAITLIST. IF YOU GET ON. ITS SO WORTH IT FUCKING TRUST ME. SHES OUT OF THIS FUCKING WORLD. PAUL LONG, HE’S AN ACADEMIC TEACHER (TEACHES POETRY AND SOME OTHER SHIT. HE’S GREAT. BRINGS SNACKS EVERY DAY), and others?? if you want to know more, please message me and i’ll give you them!

Anyway, I havent really answered your question!

Dislike:Housing situation fucking sucked. getting a room was fucking ridiculous. They ran out of room for us because they started accepting more (this happened when sophomore housing was required. My year was the first year that went into effect and they had to buy out bolton hill apartments. people had to break leases, etc. it was fucking ridiculous). 

The MICA store is eh? It used really good and held in dolphin. But it was literally falling apart. Now its too.. idk. It’s fine. I prefer artists and craftsmen. 

Access to studios and equipment is eh too. Because of time constraints. 

How the student body treats the fucking faculty is DISGUSTING. One girl literally called one of the sweetest security guards the ‘help’. Ms. Gloria (senior in security) is fantastic, Officer Green is everything, Ms. Yvette is so fucking sweet, and Mr. Robert makes my heart sing. 

The student body in general LOLOLOLOLOL. ‘Surround yourself with good juju’ - Former MICA Grad (my best friend) The fucking student body mica page is a fucking dumpster fire lol. 

I don’t like how white MICA is and how entitled a good part of the student body is. The amount of entitlement is fucking ridiculous. And the amount of ignorance is astounding. Also the obviousness to what fucking city you're in, is so wild i cant fucking even. Like. MICA is deceptively beautiful (the MICA bubble). Which is why it is high in crime lol. Just be alert and don’t be a god damned dumbass walking around at 3 am with your fucking headphones in, smoking a cigarette, and acting like you’re fucking immune to being mugged. Just saying. Take the shuttles and you’ll most likely be gucci. 

I don’t like how MICA spends its money (our money). And what they choose to invest in - like buying random fucking buildings and not telling the students what it’s for, and fucking raising the price of tuition and living in order to compensate. 

The total and utter lack of transparency, etc. It felt eehhhh I don’t know how to explain it. 

NOW. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE A LOT AND THAT IM JUST SHITTING ON MICA. BUT MY MICA EXPERIENCE WAS THE BEST OF MY LIFE. I LEARNED SO MUCH. AND I FIND WHAT I LEARNED THERE TO BE INVALUABLE (except for the fact that I’m 56k in debt. just saying)

But really. I loved MICA. I wish I could go back. I met so many amazing people, made great connections, and I don’t think I would have had the same love at any other art school. (I have friends in SAIC, Pratt, Parsons, FIT, SVA, RISD - they all complain about the same things. they in the grand scheme of things, are material. Which important because, hah, money. But, material nonetheless. If you have the means, I don’t think these things I explained are deal breakers)

Now what I loved about MICA. Because honey. I fucking LOVED MICA:

When I was touring schools, I was kind of eh about them? Not in the sense that I wouldn’t have a good time or be ungrateful, but I didn’t get that feeling. Does that make sense? For example, I took a tour at SVA and I have very very strong opinions about SVA, I had no feeling. When I stepped on MICA’s campus, that was fucking it for me. Not only was I comfortable there, but the professors that were at the tour, made it their duty and went out of their way to make myself and the other potential students feel welcome. They were personable, they were kind and welcoming, they were warm, and that continued even after I decided MICA was the place for me. 

My class at least, had no drama lololol. Again, my freshman year was a hell of a lot of fucking fun. We didn’t have any big racist shit going on like other years (ahem ahem 2018, 2019). INSTEAD, we had the nudists, we had carrot videos (ask around about that), it kind of felt less cliquey? Because everyone was generally interested in being friends? Idk. Like we definitely had groups and they became more evident as majors really clicked in, but in the beginning, everyone was pretty much together (this was the first year that the grill opened and leake was a thing. So we were all figuring out the dorms together). I mean we had drama but it wasn’t... idk. It wasn’t like mica student body (maybe its because we didnt have that to fuck shit up lolol). 

On The Hill was my shit. Still my shit. I fucking love on the hill with a fucking passion. Pom Iced Teas, where you at. The neighborhood in general was really nice. Baltimore is one of my favorite cities and the stigma of it will be broken as soon as you start exploring it. HOWEVER, BE FUCKING SMART. DONT BE A FUCKING IDIOT. IF YOU DON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE SOMEWHERE, YEET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. TRAVEL WITH OTHERS. DON’T BE THOSE DUMB ASS WHITE GIRLS FROM RURAL FUCKING TOWNS THAT THINK THEY CAN WALK AROUND AT 4 AM OR JUST WHEN IT’S DARK OUT, ALONE, AND BE OKAY. TAKE. THE FUCKING. SHUTTLE. 

The studio spaces were really nice so as they’re taken care of. the equipment is really nice. take advantage of it while you can. because once you’re out of school. hah. you’re screwed. 

Networking was nice. 

Being close to the Walters was amazing and the ability to go to DC for the day only spending 8$ on the Marc train to get there was amazing. Having Penn right on campus. 

Again, the professors were in majority, fucking amazing. 

Some professors had classes outside of MICA (karen has model drawing classes at her studio) take them! They’re really worth it!

I actually didnt mind the dorms. 10x better than most colleges. 

Accessibility was amazing. Especially since its not a closed campus, but everything is in one place. That’s not the case with a lot of Art colleges. 

And most of all, I just loved being there. I loved learning. I loved the people. I loved baltimore, i loved the professors. MICA 10000% shaped how I am as an artist in the best way and I think it’s an amazing place to be despite the downfalls. 

Don’t take everything I said as gospel. like I said, these are just my experiences as well as a few of my friends in the same fine arts department. The others, I’m not sure about. But yeah. I hope this helps! You can always message me and I’d be happy to refer you to classes, professors, etc. Good luck with next year!

[i-beg-your-parsons]

[Shreya] wasn’t in last week’s chapter, so have a fic (#1)

Relationship: Shreya Mistry/F!MC (Celestine Leblanc)

Count: 1775 words

So I’ve decided that I’m going to make this a series where I update this whenever a character (in this case, Shreya) is swept under the rug (so am I updating this every week, multiple times then? Who knows! 🙃). It’ll be good practice for me to get back into writing. But maybe not every week exactly, I’m starting my undergraduate thesis lol.

Apologies if they’re OOC, especially Aster? (She’s good friends with Shreya in this fic!!) I haven’t tried writing them much and it’s been a while since I did a fic lmao. Hope you peeps like!! Let me know if you want to be tagged for subsequent ones.

This uses the following prompts:

“My cat is more sassy than you’ll ever be.”

“Watch out! I can’t slow down! Move! Move! Move!”

“Am I good at skateboarding? Pfffft! Of course I am!”

Tags: @jellymonster, @deeohno, @coolios-beanios, @h-doodles

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“Watch out! I can’t slow down!” 

Shreya is startled by a panicked voice, almost dropping her hand mirror on the sidewalk. She whirls toward the direction of the sound. What the - 

“Lady, please move, move, move!!” A blur of blue, red, and brown was hurtling towards her before her brain could really process anything. They make a sharp turn, just barely brushing her skirt, so thankfully she avoided being pummelled into the wall. Her three-inch heels, however, threw her off balance, making her stumble into a large potted shrub situated outside the facade of Maison D’Yew. 

Wonderful. How fucking elegant.

“Oh my stars, are you hurt?” A feminine voice calls out to her, presumably partially responsible for what had just transpired. Shreya inwardly huffs to rein in her annoyance. It would be extremely unsightly for a Mistry to throw a tantrum. At times like these, she was thankful for those dry etiquette lessons her parents made her take when she was seven. 

“I-It’s quite alright! I didn’t get hurt; just much too close and personal with this plant,” Shreya assures worried girl in her haughty ‘humble’ voice. 

(Well, something had to channel her anger. The thick branch digging into her back was not helping keep her head cool.)

She could feel the girl’s slender hands firmly grip her arms and try to pull her up. It was gentle and slow, but jagged twigs were poking her everywhere, “Ow, ow, ow!”

The sounds of her distress halt the girl from pulling her, but she still kept her grip. Her voice sounded more apologetic, if it was even possible, “I am so, so sorry! I told Zeph it was stupid to try riding the broom like a skateboard, but he didn’t really care because he said it would look cool.”

Everything was so fast and panicked and ridiculous that Shreya couldn’t help the wild giggles that bubbled up her throat as she nodded, “I can definitely vouch for the fact that it was stupid.”

Shreya could hear the girl grin, “Nice to know someone sides with me.”

A comfortable lull settles over them before the girl clears her throat. “Maybe I could try magicking you out?”

She seemed capable enough, so Shreya finds that she doesn’t mind. 

“OK, go for it.”

Flashes of green and brown lights from the Wood magick circle peek through the gaps between the leaves obscuring Shreya’s vision. Slowly, the twigs and leaves retract, revealing the face of her saviour as she leaned closer to pull her up by the shoulders.

And fuck: She was exactly Shreya’s type.

The blonde had her eyebrows furrowed in panicked worry as she gently picked off leaves that had gotten into Shreya’s hair and clothes. “Again, I am so sorry. I’ll be sure to give Zeph hell for dragging you into this.”

Shreya could feel the warmth creeping up into her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Her touch was so soothing. “It’s no problem. Is he going to be okay?”

The girl’s face scrunches up at the concern for Zeph. “Yes, probably… I think.” She opens one pale blue eye to find that Shreya was still looking at her, waiting for… what exactly? 

A furious blush colours the girl’s pale cheeks.

“I… should probably go make sure he’s okay. Have a good day, miss!” The blonde turns at the direction Zeph went off and starts at a sprint. It was only then that Shreya sprung into action, hurriedly calling out to the blonde before she left, “M-my name’s Shreya! What’s your name?!”

The blonde doesn’t look back at her, but she yells, “Celestine! See you around!”

—

“So that’s why Aoi was so grumpy when we stepped out,” Aster chuckles as she sipped her sencha tea. They’d been friends for a while, as Shreya was a regular at Maison D’Yew, despite having people who could easily run the errands for her at Mistry manor. Whether it was just a Shreya thing, or an excuse to visit Aster, the wood nymph didn’t mind. 

It was always nice to see one of her only friends.

“For what it’s worth, I apologised to Aoi the shrub before I went inside the shop,” Shreya offers. “And besides, it wasn’t all that terrible.” Her face warms at the memory of the girl — Celestine, she reminds herself — and the concern she showed for her. Shreya absently stares at the steam coming off her drink, remembering the blonde’s delicate blue eyes which were, fittingly enough, the colour of a strontium sulphate mineral, celestine. 

Her parents must be familiar with Attuneless science. I should ask her next time.

Silence descends over the two girls as Shreya spaced out and Aster observed her. She blows at her tea again, before taking a sip. “So when are you going to see her again?”

Shreya almost spills her hot drink and shoots Aster an incredulous look. The green-skinned girl pauses with a blank look of her own and blinks, before giggling as she realises her friend’s thought process.

“For the last time, I can’t read your mind unless you’re a plant. I just know what you look like when you’re excited about something.”

Shreya grips her mug a little tighter, in an attempt to fight down her worsening blush. Aster continues to observe her reactions over her cup of tea. “Or someone, in this case.”

“… She was really cute, okay?”

Aster can’t fight off the grin on her face. Checkmate.

She reaches out a woody hand to pry off Shreya’s own from her grip on the hot cocoa and pats her friend’s manicured nails. They were painted a deep crimson today. “You should ask her out.”

Shreya sighs, “But what if she’s not into girls? I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.”

Aster tilts her head slightly and blinks. It wasn’t like the heiress to resign herself to the possibility that the girl she was interested in identified as heterosexual. “But what if she is? And more importantly,” Aster leans into her friend’s personal space to whisper in her ear. 

“What if she’s into you?”

Shreya jerks back from her friend, clamping a hand over her ear. She shivers like she was just put under a shower of ice cold water. She narrows her eyes are the wood nymph as she tries to calm her breathing. “Why are you being so cheeky today, Ass?”

Aster simply shrugs with a pleasant smile. “One of us has to bring the cheek to move the conversation along. It’s obviously not going to be you, what with this smitten state you’re in.”

Shreya rolls her eyes, “Spare me; my cat’s sassier than you.”

Aster blinks, “You don’t have a cat.”

Shreya throws up her hands in exasperation, “That’s the point!”

The two continue to lock gazes in a contest of wills: Shreya with a piercing glare, and Aster with an amused sparkle. The competition was intense, as if the winner would have their argument proven right.

“Zeph, slow down! You might bump into someone again!”

Shreya’s attention immediately strays to the voice. Could it be…?

“No can do, Leblanc! Those croissants might get sold out!” A voice, presumably Zeph, answers as the front door of the café is slammed open by said male. “Hannah, my bro! Two croissants on the double!”

The short-haired blonde at the register rolls her eyes before shaking her head. “Alright, Denim. But sit your ass down, okay?”

Zeph flamboyantly stands at attention, before giving a dramatic salute. “Roger that, Pixie cut!”

“You’re being way too dramatic,” Celestine steps into the shop, putting her hair up in a ponytail, presumably to cool herself off from running after Zeph. Her hair tie is held between her lips, giving Shreya the perfect excuse to look at them.

Celestine seems to notice the stares directed at her, as her gaze connects with Shreya’s. Her eyes light up in recognition, and her hand immediately comes up to wave at the Fire-Att. 

“Why hello, Shreya! Fancy seeing you again,” Celestine walks over to their table, then rocks back and forth on her heels as she stands.

Shreya brings up a had to wave back, feeling the clamminess that had suddenly developed. “Hi, Celestine. I’m usually here every Saturday with my friend Aster here.” She gestures to Aster, who was absolutely buzzing with excitement. The flowers in her hair were blooming.

“As she said, my name is Aster and it’s so wonderful to meet you, Celestine. Shreya was just telling me about the incident this morning with my Hydrangea macrophylla, Aoi.” The wood nymph managed to get up from her seat and move towards Celestine within that sentence to grasp and shake the girl’s pale hand with her pliant fingers. “He’s thankful for your wood magick because it fixed the branches Shreya broke when she fell into him.”

Celestine draws a blank look, before looking over to Shreya for help. The heiress simply nods, but what does that even mean? She decides that it’s better to play along. “Well, he’s very welcome. I didn’t get the chance to tell him that his flowers were a very beautiful shade of blue.”

“Honestly, Aster, how many times do I have to apologise?” Shreya complains from her seat on the table.

Aster grins at Celestine’s response while pointedly ignoring Shreya, “I’ll be sure he gets the message.” She stares meaningfully into the confused blonde’s eyes, bringing up a hand to hover over the other girl’s cheek. Celestine can feel the coolness of her skin, a plant-like material that felt much like the stem of a flower. Her eyes suddenly darken into a tar-black, seeping into the veins of her translucent skin, “It’s not often that you find humans — Attuned, especially — who care as much for plants.”

Sensing the newcomer’s shock and exponentially growing discomfort, Shreya interrupts. “Hey, uhm, Celestine, would you guys like to sit with us?”

And just as suddenly, Aster is back from her Branching, “That’s a wonderful idea!” She moves to pull out the chair next to Shreya (and if it ends up skewed a little too close to her friend’s seat, well, Aster doesn’t know anything about that).

“I’ll go ahead and assist your friend there are the counter. It seems like he’s having a bit of trouble,” Aster points to where Zeph is gesturing wildly in a conversation with Hannah (aka Pixie cut), who was managing the counter. “Don’t eat her up while I’m gone,” she grins at Shreya, who blushed at the insinuation, but kept her cool this time. 

She fires back with a grin of her own.

“I make no promises.”

––

[theonetrueemo]

Answer all the cute ask questions

HHHHHHHH- THATS SO MANY

angel; do you have a nickname?

On here people just call me Alex but irl people call me Lily even though my name is Lilith

awe; how old are you?

13

baby; favorite color?

BLACK!....Purple....

bloop; spirit animal?

Wolf

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Favorite movie is Freddy vs Jason, favorite book is Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and favorite song is what ever I feel like at that moment.

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

A cute little pupper.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

Idk......

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Fairies because unlike mermaids I think they do exist

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

@loved-and-i-lost-you @smol-satanist-666 @gay-leader @ihaveapizzzacollection @jokerstrueidentity

buttercup; showers or baths?

Baths but I never take them

butterfly; dream destination?

London

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

Uh??....

calm; favorite scent?

Haunted Castle look it up its amazing.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

Martin Persner...........

charming; have you ever been in love?

@ihaveapizzzacollection

cozy; eye/hair color?

Eye color is blue and my hair is very dark brown. But I am gonna dye is in the near future

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Like....in the day or?....Well midnight and or 1920s-1960s

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

I like buttercups a lot

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Ghost merch

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

.....Ghost merch.....No seriously my favorite thing I own is my Freddy Krueger glove.

cutsie; what makes you happy?

.................

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

Never......

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

“That satanist girl obsessed with Multi”

daylight; favorite album of all time?

OPUS! EPONYMOUS!

dear; zodiac sign?

Aquarius....

delightful; concerts or museums?

Concerts. Museums are so silent....I hate it....

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yes many times.

dobby; dream job?

Artist or making all the gore in horror movies or working at a morgue....

doll; how do you like to dress?

Masculine

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

Yes everyday

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

No but I want multiple

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Yeah duh. Watch Shane Dawson

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh- No...

fairy; do you have a pet?

I have 6. 5 cats 1 dog.

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Ocean. For years I have wanted to be a Marine Biologist but I dont think it will work.

forever; where do you feel time stop?

What?.....

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

Idk....

garden; how many languages do you know?

6

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@ anyone I talk to

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

Emo/goth/satanic

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

I like all asks

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

Shins, emo/goth, satanic, I am some what good at drawing and I think I am a kind person

heart; silk or lace?

Silk because A) It feels nice and B) Lace is see through so fuck that.

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Tea. Hot tea once its made you take TWO table spoons of sugar mix it in and just a little bit of milk. Its perfect.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

People watching, I’m an Aquarius.

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Ghost, Otep, Slipknot, MCC, ect.

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Rain. Thunder and lightning.

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Literally nothing.

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

Giggle....

kinky; do you blush easily?

It depends....

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Pick up lines!!!

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

Midnight or Dusk.

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

Ghost.

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Winter or Spring because its cold

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I’ve never had a macaron......But I like vanilla ice cream.

magic; what are five flaws you have?

I could write a book so if I tried we would be here all day.

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

DARKS

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

Idk.....Loyalty is the most important thing to me.

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

At home on the couch with some Chinese food and a true crime show on netflix.

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

Reading fanfic about a ship I like.

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Life sucks

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

Bake.

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Better than other 13 year olds. I’m pretty proud of it actually.

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

I play the keyboard and a little guitar. I would like to take actual classes for the keyboard but we can’t all have what we want.

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

Listening to Ghost, screaming or just....crying....

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

BROCCOLI! EVERY KID HATES IT FOR SOME REASON BUT I’VE LOVED THAT SINCE I WAS 1

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

“Omega swallowed and Alpha fell on top of Omega and they fell asleep”

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

Idk.....

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

Idk....OH coming out to my family. It still feels like a dream....

shine; art or music?

DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE!!!

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

I have 6 what do you think.

smitten; do you collect anything?

Pop funkos...I have 23....

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

7 are on my bed but I never use them at all. My head is always on the mattress.

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Anything really....

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

I have my iPad.

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Fuck no. Actually I wear a Harry Potter ring.

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset!

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

Noise cancelling headphones.

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

(Just to be clear...I still like these shows to this day) Octonots or Wild Krats!!! I FUCKING LOVE THOSE SHOWS!!! I cried when Captain Barnacles from Octonots got stung my a jellyfish and he was in pain!! I love him *cries*

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

My room...its my room....

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Vinyl. Obviously. I may be 13 but I am an 80′s fan for life!

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

everyone.....

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

LOYALTY! I am a Slytherin so I am VERY loyal.

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Idk...

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Fuck no

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

Yes and No.

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

Tobias Forge, Martin Persner, Simon Soderberg, Per Errikkson, Justin Taylor. idk if I spelled Per’s name right......

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

I growl....

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

Loyal pet.

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

I was drawing a picture of Thomas in a restaurant and the waitress liked it.

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl. I have an owl. He doens’t come inside but we feed him. We named him....Dr. Who LOL

whiffle;  if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Probably to turn invisible

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

Messy but thats only because I never have time to clean up. I am a clean freak though.

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

I dislike it a lot and I plan to move to London when I am older. Fuck Florida.

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

No because nothing happens.

I HOPE THAT WAS IT! ~ A

[princeharryandalexandra]

Chapter Three

Walking out of the committee meeting Alexandra felt elated. She had been named top delegate in her committee. She noticed a familiar brunette head bobbing in and out of the crowd that was heading to the auditorium. 

“Char!” Alexandra shouts as she jumps above the crowd attempting to get her voice heard. 

“Oh Alexandra.” She calls back. Stopping so that Alexandra could catch up. “I thought I was going to see you before the committee’s began.” 

“Yeah, I might have been a little late.” Alexandra said catching up. 

“Imagine what your mom would say.”

“I would imagine something like ‘I did not raise you to be late. If George Washington was late we would all be sipping tea with the Queen.’” Mimicking her mothers deep southern accent. 

“Oh I defiantly could see her saying that.” Charlotte throws back her head laughing. Charlotte and Alexandra had been friends since they had been at Gettysburg College. Charlotte’s parents had died their first year at college and Alexandra’s family immediately took her in. Inviting her to their home for holidays if she didn’t have anywhere to go. After graduation both Charlotte and Alexandra decided to get their master’s degree in England. Charlotte heading to Oxford and Alexandra to Cambridge. Even though they were two hours away they stayed as close as they were at Gettysburg. 

“Did you here who the special guest is at the closing ceremony.” Char asks almost bursting with what Alexandra could only assume was excitement.

“No, who?” 

“Alexandra this way.” Hearing her team captain, Alexandra gave Char a kiss and hug. “I guess I’ll find out.”

Sitting down Alexandra gets comfortable knowing that these closing ceremonies tend to run a little long, like two hours longer. 

The Chancellor of Oxford stepped on stage and began his speech. About four other speakers stood up all of varying importance. Finally the guest speaker was introduced.

“I am privileged to introduce Prince Harry as a guest speaker.” 

Alexander stands up to clap along with the rest of the crowd. She stops clapping, noticing the same guy that she had run into. Recognition hits her as she realizes she ran into the fourth in line for the throne. Oh man, her mom would really kill her if she found out not only was Alexandra late, but she ran into a Prince while she was at it. 

He gave his speech, but Alexandra could not tell anyone a single word that he said. She was to busy focusing on what her mom was going to say to her after their weekly phone call. Once his speech ends Alexandra stands back and claps still not fully there. 

After the closing ceremony all the top delegates were taken into a smaller room where they were going to meet with the speakers. As Alexandra entered she was given a glass of champagne. She attempted to refuse it, but the waiter was pretty adamant, so she took it. She walked around the room coming to a fern, where she subsequently poured the glass into the dirt. Alexandra was never a drinker, actually she absolutely detested alcohol. Ever since Char’s parents were killed in a drunk driving accident. She didn’t want to have anything to do with what took them away from Char. 

“I saw that.”

Alexandra’s head snapped up from watching the bubbles settle to see the head of red hair that has become far more familiar over the day than Alexandra could have predicted. “Now my mom is really going to kill me.” She muttered, meaning to say it in her head. 

“Well I’m not your mom, so I think if we keep it between us then hopefully you should be ok.”   

 Alexandra chuckled “Thank god, because I’m pretty sure if my mom knew that I ran into a prince of England, who then saw me dump a glass of champagne into a potted plant I would definitely be dead.”

“Well I do like to think of myself as a savior.” 

At this Alexandra couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Well savior, I think I should formally introduce myself. My name is Alexandra, I am a student with Cambridge’s masters program.” She stuck her hand out with this giving him her southern belle smile. 

“Very nice to meet you. My name is Harry, I am a pilot in the Army. I hate to appear rude, but you seem a little young for a master’s student.”

Throwing her head back laughing the contagious laugh all Thomas family members had in common. “I don’t think you could be rude by saying I don’t look old. I graduated in two years with my undergrad and then I went straight to Cambridge. Really hoping I could get done with school as fast as possible.”

“Pretty impressive I would say.”

“Why thank you, I’m pretty sure I got some gray hair from it. But if I can be completely done with school by the time I’m 24 I would gladly take a full head of gray hair.” 

Harry laughed at Alexandra’s response, making the sparkle that Alexandra had noticed early even more prominent. “You obviously aren’t British.” 

“Oh darn, I thought I was hiding it so well.” Alexandra drawing out her southern accent as much as possible. 

As their conversation continued Harry and Alexandra found out more about each other, continually making each other laugh, until they were stopped by the Chancellor went to the front of the room to let everyone know that it was time to leave. Hearing this Alexandra turned to the waiter standing near her, “Excuse me, do you have paper and a pen?”

“Yes ma’m.” Taking the pen and paper in his outstretched hand she lent against the wall and wrote out her phone number. Giving the waiter the pen back she turned back to Harry. 

“I really enjoyed talking with you. Call or text me sometime and we can get together.” She passed the paper to Harry with a smile. “Have a good day.” And with that she had left the room. Leaving Harry starring at her again, smiling as he realized he had just met a girl unlike any other. 

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

can i request kirishima, todoroki, and kacchan comforting their s/o bc they're going through an insecure moment where they dont like their body (too meaty, too skinny) thank youuu~ 💗

Hi dear! I’m sorry if it took me so much (I’ve also your matchup in progress)! I’M ALWAYS FINE WITH COMFORT WRITING AND THESE BOYS ARE PERFECT FOR IT! I hope Bakugou doesn’t result exaggerated or an animal, but I believe he’s more a man of actions than words, especially about things he deems important (take a look at my hcs if you want to know how I perceive him). Kirishima IS A SUNSHINE, I couldn’t not think that only his presence could lift your mood. Todoroki is the smoother and sweeter (and most forward) boyfriend ever, I tell you.

Well, enjoy and have a wonderful day!

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki x Reader with Low Self-Esteem, Comfort, Hints about Sexy Time, Fluff, Romance, Kisses, Soft, Your Bodies Are Perfect When Imperfect

 Bakugou Katsuki

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jolted, averting immediately your eyes from the microwave.

Bakugou was glaring at you in what you had learned to be confusion and irritation, a spoon of cereals in his mouth and a messy bedhead. Ah, Sunday’s mornings together were the best.

You tried to smile and wave it off.

“Nothing, Katsuki.” You resumed drinking your tea with cookies, obviously baked by your boyfriend because homemade shit was better than bought one.

“Oh yes, because I’m fucking stupid!” He rolled his eyes, putting the bowl aside and focusing only on you. A shiver ran down your back and you played nervously with the cup. “’The hell is wrong?”

You shut your lips and shook your head.

“Nothing.” Maybe, if you repeated it in your head enough times, it was going to become true.

Bakugou literally growled, scratching his head and mumbling insults under his breath before he stopped abruptly. He held his breath for five seconds and exhaled deeply.

He knew the look you were wearing and had learned that getting aggressive wasn’t going to make you talk. Approaching directly your defensive stubbornness was like launching himself from a plane in the sea: he was going to get smashed against the concrete.

Finally, he had again a, sort of, impassive expression.

“Yesterday you were in your world for the entire afternoon. I found you closed in the bathroom five times, for longer than fifteen minutes. This night you’ve slept buried against me. You avoided my eyes. Five seconds you were glaring at your reflection in the fucking microwave.”

You gulped and widened your eyes horrified; you hadn’t thought it was that evident. But Bakugou had always to be exceptional at everything, hadn’t he?

“Try to say again it’s nothing and I’ll lose my patience.” Bakugou was holding you frozen on you chair just by staring, blood red eyes not accepting lies or half-assed truths.

“I-” Your mouth dried and Bakugou took another deep breath to maintain his composure, “I think I’m fat.”

That took him by surprise, his face scrunched into incredulousness and he tilted his head trying to metabolize the words that were falling from your lips.

“I mean, I’m too curvy and chubby. It’s ugly. Like a cow. I don’t understand how can you like me when we’re surrounded by pretty girls all the time! And, overlooking your horrible personality, you could have any of them. I’m so embarrassed that-”

“What the fuck?!” Bakugou interrupted you with an explosion from his right hand. Confusion had been replaced by anger and disapproval. “Stop with this shit immediately, SO.”

You tried to argue, but the sound of another explosion filled the room.

“First, don’t compare me to those lousy motherfuckers who like girls only based on their shape, alright? Goddess or cow, I don’t care until it’s you inside.” Your boyfriend spoke slowly, weighing every word with an astonishing and indisputable bluntness.

You clenched your jaw to not cry, but the simple relief he was giving you was overwhelming.

“Alright?” He repeated, scowling, and you nodded. Satisfied, he continued.

“Second,” he stood up and towered over you, “I love your body as it is and if you haven’t understood it yet, I’m going to mark every spot I adore until nightfall.”

His smirk made you shiver inside and your cheeks heat up.

“K-Katsuki! It’s morning!” You stuttered trying to push him away, but he captured your wrists. Bakugou shrugged.

“It’s Sunday,” He replied before he smoothly picked you up from the waist, bridal style. You let out a small shriek and grabbed onto his pajamas. He marched back to the bedroom.

“Put me down! I’m heav-”

Katsuki literally threw you on the bed and climbed on the mattress.

“Another negative word on your weight,” He growled, swiftly stripping his tank top off, “And you won’t be able to go to lessons tomorrow.”

Kirishima Eijirou

“SO? SO!”

Kirishima was waving his hand in front of your face when you finally snapped out of your cloudy thoughts.

“Ejirou?” You called blinking, a faint smile on the lips.

After his afternoon spar with Bakugou, Kirishima had found you curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. You hadn’t said the usual “Welcome back!”, hopped to kiss him on the cheek nor acknowledged his presence in any way and he was now more than worried.

“Something wrong, babe?” He brushed your cheek with a thumb in a soothing voice, still smiling happily. He always seemed to smile when he was around you.

You tilted your head and lowered your eyes.

“I don’t think I’m good for you…” you whispered so low that for a moment you hoped he hadn’t heard you and you could take it back, but Kirishima stiffened on the spot and your stomach twisted.

“What do you mean?” His voice was softer now, but you could hear the frailness behind it.

You bit your bottom lip, curling more.

“I’m not pretty enough.”

An infinite second of silent stillness, the Kirishima sighed heavily in relief.

His warm chuckle made your heart flip.

“What are you saying, SO?” He cupped your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eyes, “You’re more than pretty!” He was blushing a little, in that cute way he always did when giving an honest compliment.

“I’m fat,” you argued glaring down, but he tilted your chin up again.

“You’re not.” Kirishima was sporting his toothy, shiny grin, but his words were stern. “You’re curvy and I like that, you know it.”

You shook again your head, stubbornly.

“I’m heavy.”

Kirishima didn’t even bat an eyelash.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pick you up, blankets and all.

“I don’t think so.” He flashed a smile.

“Ejirou! Put m-” As soon as you started to argue, embarrassed, he laughed and threw you in the air.

You shrilled, before falling in his arms again.

“Ej-”

He threw you again.

“I think you’re very light, you know? The perfect weight!”

And again.

“I’m not even using my Quirk! See SO?”

And again.

“My pretty, curvy girlfriend!” he bubbled, “Please don’t fly away! I’d be very sad!”

Finally, a chuckle burst from your throat.

Kirishima continued to throw you up in the air and saying stupid things until it became a full, warm laughter. Then he fell on the couch with you in his arms, smiling widely; you snuggled against his chest and he pulled you as close as he could.

“Sorry, I haven’t showered yet,” he mumbled, remembering he was still in his sweaty tracksuit. You shrugged, all the sadness and insecurities evaporated like snow under the sun.

“That’s fine…” you murmured closing your eyes, “Can we stay like this for a bit?”

Kirishima beamed and nuzzled against your neck, before smooching your cheek.

“Sure, babe, sure!”

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki found you sitting with crossed legs on the floor of the living room, in front of the mirror. He was sure he had left you on the couch studying when he had gone out for a run, so now was confused, to say the least.

Especially because you were caressing your reflection with a sad and sort of disgusted grimace.

He padded quietly until he was by your side. Only then he realized your eyes were red and tears still edged at the corners of your eyes; concern immediately replaced his curiosity.

He crouched down, as you shifted your gaze on him, and took you gently by the shoulders.

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” He tried to keep his voice calm and composed, but worry trembled under the cold surface.

“N-no I’m fine…” you whispered, wiping clumsily your tears.

He furrowed.

“You’re crying.” His shoulders relaxed a bit as he made sure you weren’t physically harmed.

“Sadness, hate…a bunch of stupid emotions harassing me.” You tried to shrug it off, but your voice broke.

“Why?” Todoroki asked softly, sitting behind you and circling your body with his legs.

Darkening, you turned to face the mirror again. In silence, you raised a hand and pointed at your reflection.

“I’m disgustingly skinny.”

Todoroki flinched at the “disgustingly” and caged you against his chest, gazing at your reflection together.

“It’s not disgusting,” he replied quietly, but his tone was sharper than usual. He was absentmindedly drawing circles on your forearm with his fingers.

You groaned.

“I’m all bones, no curves at all,” you explained, mouth pulled down, “It’s like hugging a shard of ice.”

“I love ice.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you and smiled a little.

Todoroki caught that.

“Curvy girls are be-”

“You’re the best,” he interrupted you. You couldn’t look at him, but his eyes pierced holes in you from the mirror. “You’re the one I love, body and soul.”

The honesty in his voice was so vibrant that it washed your insecurities away in slow waves.

“You’re fair and slender, maybe a bit frail, but I know how strong you can be,” he continued, without breaking off the contact, “And when I hug you, I feel certain that you’re made to be in my arms, as you are.”

A lump formed in your lungs and you felt your eyes stinging again but for a different reason this time.

“I don’t care what others prefer, I think you’re perfect for me.”

That was the final blow. You were now burning inside, a flame in the pit of your stomach and heart drumming in your ears.

“You’re unbelievable…” you murmured covering your blushing face and curling with the back against him.

Todoroki smiled fondly and kissed softly your hair, rocking you back and forth.

“It’s fine, I’ve a lot of time to make you believe me, love.”

[ilygsd]

201018

ffs im doing it againnnnn. i google and read shit that scares me but then i wont do anything abt it except for overthink and get anxious and fuck shit up and be an annoyance and then hate myself for doing this again but still go back and hope for him to forgive my emotional ass

im just so scared of fucking shit up again. i know i cant change the world, i need to change my attitude and know that i can get through shit even if people leave me. I CAN!! i am strong enough!!! i HAVE improved!!! i CAN! i have people who loved me and truly cares for me!!!!!! things are goong well with other people. people i dont really care about but they’re still evidente that i AM FUNCTIONING AND NOT COMPLETELY CRAZY

but those people were and are nt’s. even if im a paranoid emotional bitch who cant really feel it, i at least got some rationality that tells me that not everyone is after me.

its different with him.

i dont know if i actually care about him or if its my issues and insecrities or his manipulative charm that draws me to him but the feeling i get is so intense. and it scARES ME!!!! he could totally just take advantage over me?? i dont want to be paranoid, i want to BELIEVE HIM but my anxiety and all these other quotes and posts i read tells me i should get the hell away from people like him. and like....... i dont know if its just me overthinking or if its actually dangerous? im weak, i dont trust myself with him. im weak for him.

the fact that im more anxious because of him should be a sign right?? but on the other hand he makes me feel more alive. life is interesting with him but im also scared thats ”a part of it”. everyone says its a nice experience in the beginning. that they’re oh so charming to inpress you but then they’re going go change and its going to be to late.

and what does THAT MEAN? too late?? i dont think he would murder me or become physically violent, but his apathy will definitely hurt me either way. it STILL hurts me NOW and he’s not even doing anything ”mean”. like.... that’s who he is. he doesnt even have to manipulate me, the fact that he cant feel or give emotional love is hard enough for me to accept lmao.

and i mean he told me about his disorder? isnt that something? he seems pretty carefree. he answers most of my questions but he doesnt talk much about himself at all. he just seems bored. he told me he used to think people were annoying and slow (high IQ + narcissistic traits) but that he realised its not the world, but he who is different. and now the only thing he lives for is like his goals.

at first i thought he wanted to hurt and use me. instincitvely. he used to compare me to a deer, careful and beautoful (wow, such a charmer, so poetic) and in that case he’s a predrator. a social oredrator. he can take any shape he wants. its not me or his ”love” for me holding him in place, it’s only him. only him. him and the moral compass he set for himself. i dont think he wants to hurt me for fun, but he definitely would without doubt if i ever got in his way. perhaps not MORE than necessary, but as much as needed for him to get what he wants. but he’s patient. definitely. and i sont know why im worth waiting for. i dont know what i have to offer him.

we had sex yesterday. it was nice. but he’s one horny fuck and im emotional. he doesnt seem to care about the emotional stuff because the physical part is the only thing he can feel anywyas. all the love-shit yesterday (and any other day) is for me.... or for him... idk. i dont think its necessary for him but he does it because i want it and i guess that could be seen as nice?? at least he thinks so. he gets annoyed and anused when i question his sincerity. (says he might as well cheat and shit but like... yeah and u might as well be a mudder too whats your point??) but on the other hand he probably wants something more in te end. like my trust or something? it cant be sex. it wasnt THAT good and i he doesnt really care about the person he has sex with. he doesnt think of people, barely watch actual people but more lile hentai and the idea of sex. it could be control and power though. i know he wants me to test new things. one time i felt like he forced and treatebed me to drink coffee despite me not wanting to and i did. and i felt SHIT afterwards and i got SO paranoid and isolated myself for a week and he was a bitch about it and basically told me i overreacted and yeah maybe i was because i got SCARED of him and what he can do but i also could’ve handled it better and not let it scare me an understand i have a choice etc. but anyways, he’s stopped with that shit at least the threatening part like ”if you dont taste this coffe i made you im taking away the blanket”. and now he just liggtly pressures me. which i have to admit is okay? it made me try tea and i liked the tea. he also wants me to pierce myself and i actually would like that. he made me send him lewds (kind of) but i stopped because idk, i didnt like i. and idk i am happy i tried. im insecure and he makes me more adventurous. i just dont hope he will pressure me more or it would get worse. he’s like ”i would never force anyone to do anything” like yeah thanks thats.... nice to know.... he’s so weird. he makes offensive jokes that i bormlly would get extremely teiggered by but...... its different with him. i DO get annoyed but i also know there’s literally zero behind his jokes. i asked him if he likes the rection but he says he likes the power over the situation he has. he likes to tease me but he always makes sure i know its only joking and im not being serious. it seems like he likes the fact that he COULD leave me thinking he was serious but he choses to not. idk though, cus the fact that he always tells me when he does something ”not manipulative” is a bit..... suspicious lmao. he’s asked me to smoke weed though and im like super pure but honestly why not. he also made me drink and masturbate next to him. wow, he’s made me do a lot of stuff..... but idk, i lile the praise afterwards LMAO

so im just here trying go figure out what the fuck it is?? he doesnt talk much about himself or the people in his life. i asked about his friends and family but the only one he talks about is his ex girlfriend and best friend. at first i was so skeptical i was like ”omg why would she be with him, is she also a victim of his manipulation, or maybe she’s the same?” but idk. she seems ”normal”. he admitted she had similar issues to emotionally connect with people like him but that she’s not aspd. i also happen to know she’s a chinese adoptee as well and to compare with my own attatchment issues it wouldnt surprise me if she got the opposite of me.

anyways, at first glance you would think he loves her dearly. but when thinking about it he doesnt really express any love. just appreciation and thats what he said himself. for practical reasons. they help each other, he with her medical shit and she with his finances or something. and i want to believe in that. that he’s just looking for good deals with people. i get something out of him and he gets something from me. not anything emotional, but not necessarily him using people either. and he can be emotional, he is trying to be emotional for me. COGNITIVE EMPATHY THOUGH!!!

i dont know. i hope it is like this. i dont want to believe all the shit stories about narcissists, psychopaths and sociopaths. yes i am low key scared to death that he one day will snap, change comPLETELY cus that’s basically who he is. i just hope.......... he won’t lmao. and i hope he wont just use me when he’s got what he’s wanted. and i reALLY hope i wont settle for his fake love. i deserve some REAL ACTUAL LOVE. i dont mind living in a fairytale with him someimes but i DO NOT want to lose myself to him. i deserve love, i deserve someone who loves me like i love them. no matter how much or how good he imitates love he wont ever be able to. PLEASE DONT SETTLE FOR THAT.

ive KIND OF come to accept who he is and that was hard enough for me, but i did it because he makes me do things and he makes me feel like i want it. also im scared that im too obsessed. like i really dont find anything interesting except for him. thats NOT a good sign. i feel like i both gain and lose myself with him. being with him is like living in a bubble. but when i meet other people everything’s as normal. i just dont want to isolate myself.

i dont think he would turn my friends or family against me

he says he teases the people he feel comfortable with. i cant get that. he’s changed. i sometimes feel like im a little sister. he took me very seriously at first and was very respectful and kind. now when he’s mee comfortable he’s more of a dick abd more straight forward when he thinks im overthinking or negative or annoying. and i am. i am annoying with him. its so weird but the moment i see him my EMO JUMPS OUT. i can be fun with other people and talk about other things and watch stuff but when im with him i just want to talk about sad stuff and feelings abd myself lmaooo. and yeah he finds it annoying and i get that. but i guess its cus we’re both a bit comfortable?

however he doesnt tease his ex/bff he says. its so weird, he says she was in charge in their relationship and i just cant imagine that cus hes so dominant. he said he started to respect his body etc AFTER their relationship so idk but i still cant imagine it cus he’s still doesnt feel empathy so there was no reason for him to obey her?? im curious about their relationship. i wonder what it was like......

what scares me is that i always feel inferior to him. thats ny good in a relationship. at the same time its the way i imagine relationships. he protecs me and i’ll obey him. its not that im always inferior, i tell him to piss off and fuck you when im annoyed. bit thats only joke. when tt gets serious he is always right. kind of. he’s like a dad as well. idk

all these posts are about sociopaths literalky tappning on thet victims and being CRUEL. but he’s not cruel, he’s just aprhtic, ubemotional. of course he CAN BE CRUEL, everyone can, but he chose not to. at least not yet. UGH. i feel so good with him. it felt better after a week with bo contact but i still wanted him because i was afraid i would lose him if i wanted more. which makes no sense because if i dont want him then i wouldnt want him. but wat if satt with him. i read blir people being married to sociopaths for 20+ years and i dont eant to be robbed 20 years!!!

he values actions more than words. in many ways he’s more high-functioning than me, and im a normal neurotypical while he’s an antisocial. thats why i was drawn to him anywyas. i wanted his help to handle my feelings and stuff. but idk. when he apologizes he doesnt mean it, but he still stops. when i apologize i mean it, but i dont stop. he could help me stop and he wants me to stop. bit thats also the only thing he values and it males me feel unappreciated sometimes when i actually TRY MY HARDEST

all these posts also fuck me up because idk if they’ve just encountered a mean sociopath, a mean normal neurotypical or if its just a sociopath. like i feel like people only focus in the bad stuff and call anyone ubemotional and cold abd mean a sociopath. thats not what i want to hear. i want to learn about them objectively??? they cant feel i get that. its mostly just girls writing about their fuckboy ens. like he thought i thought of him as a fuckboy but i dont. hes not a fuckboy, i hate fuckboys even more than i hate him. fuckboys are like..... just MEAN. for no reason. lmao idk. i mean he’s mean because he cant FEEL, he has no conscience. fuckboys are mean and so feel guilt but they pretend they dont and thats just pathetic. this persson id mature. fuckboys arent. hes sometimes immature too i guess UGH and narcisstisk UGH but lile..... idk. i just wouldnt go for him if he was a fuckboy. i dont get attracted to fuckboys OR bad blys