#hoo that tag is dusty

[ateezscupid]

Can I request an Chan-Young × reader. Anything is fine

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ☆

warnings ✩ fluff and angst (deadly combo), fem/afab reader SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED!!, reader's age is somewhere between 18 and 20 since I don't know how old chan-young is exactly, kind of grumpy x sunshine mixed with love at first sight trope, love isn't necessarily mentioned but kind of implied(?), reader is a monster like hyun-soo, injured reader

tags ✩ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

SWEET HOME MASTERLIST / REQUEST

Chan-young took a deep breath as the dusty air filled his lungs. The world outside was a silent pattern of desolation. The only sound that pierced the stillness was the occasional groan of a distant monster, a reminder of the horrors that had befallen the city. He squinted through the shattered storefronts, his eyes scanning the desolate streets for any signs of life, but all he could see was the detritus of a civilization that had once thrived here.

"So sick of this." Yeong-hoo groans. The heavy rucksack digs into his shoulders, the weight of supplies and ammo a constant reminder of their urgent mission. They were on their way to the hospital, racing against time to save their injured comrade, and every second counted.

Chan-young nods, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "We're almost there. Stay alert." His voice is low but firm, the authority of a leader echoing in his tone despite the exhaustion etched into his face. The group trudges onward, the rhythmic patter of their boots on the cracked pavement syncing with the erratic beating of their hearts.

A sudden rustling from the abandoned shopping center to their left makes Chan-young's senses sharpen. He raises a hand, signaling the others to halt. They obey, their eyes following his as he points to the source of the noise. It's coming from a convenience store, its door hanging open like a mouth mid-scream. He looks back at the group, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "We need to check it out."

The other soldiers grumble but fall in line behind him as he cautiously approaches the entrance. The shop's interior is cast in a gloomy twilight, the only light filtering through the shards of the broken windows. The shelves are bare, their contents long ago looted by desperate survivors or destroyed in battles with the monsters that now roam free.

As they advance into the store, the rustling grows louder, more insistent. Chan-young's hand tightens around the grip of his gun, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow. His heart hammers in his chest, anticipating the worst. But what he finds instead stops him in his tracks.

In the far corner of the store, huddled behind an overturned counter, is you. You look up at them with wide, terrified eyes, your whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Your clothes are torn and stained, your hair matted with dirt and fear. You're clutching a makeshift weapon, a broken chair leg as if it could protect you from the nightmares that lurk outside.

"Don't come closer," you whisper, your voice shaking. "Please."

Chan-young motions for the others to stay back, his instincts telling him that you're not a threat. He approaches you slowly, speaking in a soothing tone. "It's okay. We're not here to hurt you. We're just passing through." Your grip on the chair leg tightens, but you don't move. Your eyes, however, never leave him, searching his face for any hint of deceit.

Yeong-hoo's eyes don't leave you, his grip never loosening on the gun in his hands. As he examined you, he noticed a few cuts on your body, and when looking closer, he saw one of your eyes was black. "Shit!" he lifts his gun and aims immediately. "You're one of them!"

Chan-young reacts fast, slapping the barrel of Yeong-hoo's gun to the side. "Hold your fire! She’s human!"

"No, she isn't, look at her eye! And there's blood under her nose!" Yeong-hoo's voice is sharp with alarm.

Chan-young's eyes dart to your face, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your injuries. "We don't know that," he says, his voice tight. "Let's just get you to come with us."

You flinch at the sound of raised voices, and the trembling in your hand intensifies. You clutch the chair leg closer to your chest, your eyes flickering between the soldiers and the door as if weighing your chances of escape.

"We don't have time for this," another soldier interjects. "We have to get to the hospital."

Chan-young hesitates, his gaze flickering to you and then back to his comrades. He knows they're right, but something about your situation pulls at his heartstrings. "We can't just leave her here," he says firmly. "We'll be quick, just make sure she’s okay."

Your eyes widen further as the soldiers close in, your grip on the chair leg tightening until your knuckles are white. You try to shrink away, but there's nowhere left to go. "P-please," you stammer, "I'm not… I'm not one of them." You had to lie to protect yourself.

Chan-young steps closer, his hand outstretched. "We're here to help," he assures you. "We're on a mission to the hospital. You can come with us."

For a moment, you seem to consider it. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, you swing the chair leg at them. It's a clumsy, desperate move, but it's enough to make the soldiers step back. You scramble to your feet, ready to run, but a wave of dizziness crashes over you. You sway, barely managing to stay upright.

"Damn it," Yeong-hoo mutters, his finger twitching on the trigger.

"Hold your fire," Chan-young snaps, stepping in front of you. "We're not leaving anyone behind." He looks back at the group. "We need to move fast. We'll take her with us."

The soldiers exchange uncertain glances, but they know better than to argue with their leader. They quickly move to help you, who is now leaning heavily against the counter, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Your one good eye is filled with a mix of fear and defiance as you look up at them.

As they gently guide you out of the store, you glance back at your hiding spot. It had been your sanctuary for days, the only place you felt somewhat safe from the monsters that had taken over the city. Now you were leaving it behind, entrusting your fate to strangers with guns.

They make their way through the shopping center, stumbling with every step. Your body is a patchwork of bruises and cuts, a testament to your desperate fight for survival. The soldiers' eyes are glued to their surroundings, ready to protect their new charge.

The hospital looms in the distance, a beacon of hope amidst the ruin. The journey there is fraught with tension, the constant threat of monsters lurking around every corner. You clutch onto Chan-young's arm, your trembling subsiding only slightly. You can't shake the feeling that you've made a terrible mistake.

As they approach the hospital, the sounds of battle grow louder. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and fear. The group picks up their pace, the weight of their mission pressing down on them like a heavy burden.

"We're almost there," Chan-young murmurs to you, his voice filled with a mix of reassurance and urgency. "Stay close."

You nod, your eyes never leaving his. Despite your fear, you feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you'd make it through this hell alive.

Hours later…

They arrive back at the safe zone, having been unable to save their soldier. Everyone goes back to their stations while Chan-young takes you to the medical ward with Yeong-hoo silently trailing behind them, the gravity of their situation sinking in. He helps you onto a bed, your legs giving way with fatigue.

You were silent, avoiding eye contact and still trembling.

"What's your name?" Chan-young asked, his voice gentle. You didn't reply. "…How old are you, at least?"

You still didn't answer. This was going to take a while. Chan-young sighs and bites the inside of his cheek. "Are you at least 18? Or over 18? I need to know."

Your trembling stops for a moment, and you look up at him with a spark of anger in your one good eye. "Fine! Yes!" you snap. "I'm over 18! Does that make a difference?"

"N-No, I just-" he shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Are you hurt anywhere? I can fix you up." Your expression softens slightly as you nod.

"Okay, where are they?" he asks. You point to your bruised ribs and the gash on your forehead, wincing at the touch.

With practiced hands, Chan-young starts cleaning the wounds, his movements efficient and gentle. You flinch at first, but his calm demeanor soon soothes you. "You're safe here," he says, his voice low and steady. "We're going to take care of you."

As he works, he tells you about the safe zone, about the other who have banded together to survive. He tries to keep the conversation light, steering clear of the grim realities of their world. You listen, your breathing growing calmer with each passing moment.

"Y/N." You blurt out.

"What?"

"My name is Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Chan-young. That's Yeong-hoo over there." He nods towards the other soldier who's keeping a wary eye on you.

You glance at Yeong-hoo, then back at Chan-young. "What's his problem?" you whisper.

Chan-young sighs. "He thinks you're…y'know, a monster. You're not, right?" He says it with a soft tone, hoping to ease your nerves.

Your breath catches, glancing at Yeong-hoo in the corner. "Is he gonna kill me if I say yes…?"

Chan-young shakes his head, applying a bandage to your forehead. "You're human, aren't you?"

You hesitate before shaking your head no. "I'm human, but…monster too…I guess?" you whisper, your voice shaking slightly.

Chan-young's hands pause in their work, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of confusion. "What do you mean?"

You take a deep, shaky breath and start to explain. You tell them about your transformation, about the hunger that had taken over your body and mind, the power that had turned you into something else. The fear in your voice is palpable, and Yeong-hoo's grip on his gun tightens.

"Like that one monster that escaped?" Yeong-hoo interjects. You stare at him, nodding. "Huh. So, you're a mutant?"

"It's complicated," you whisper, looking down at your hands.

"Well, you're safe here," Chan-young says firmly. "We've got others like you. We're all just trying to survive." He continues to dress your wounds, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior.

"But, can I control it?" you ask, your voice barely audible.

"You'll learn," he reassures you. "We've got people who can help you. We've seen some turnback. It's not easy, but it's possible."

Yeong-hoo snorts from his corner, not convinced.

Chan-young glances at him, then back at you. "Don't worry about him. We're all in this together." He finishes bandaging your ribs and moves to your bruised shoulder.

"I'll find you a room." Yeong-hoo says before walking out.

You wince as he touches the tender area, but you don't pull away. You tell them about your life before the apocalypse, your family, your dreams. It's a stark contrast to the monstrous world outside, and for a brief moment, they all forget the horror that awaits them.

As he applies the final bandage, Chan-young notices the way your skin seems to be knitting itself back together. It's subtle, almost imperceptible, but it's there. He looks at you questioningly. "How long have you had these…abilities?"

You look away, your voice small. "Since the outbreak. I got a really bad nosebleed…I thought I was going to die."

Chan-young's heart clenches at the pain in your voice. He'd heard similar stories before, but each one hit him like a punch to the gut. He finishes up and stands, looking down at you with a mix of pity and admiration. "You're strong, Y/N," he says. "Stronger than you think."

You look up at him, your eyes wet with unshed tears. "Thanks," you murmur.

Chan-young nods, examining your features. He couldn't deny that you were super pretty. Your eyes were the same color as the sea under a stormy sky, and your hair was a messy halo around your face. Despite the dirt and the bruises, you had a certain…fragility about you. He sighs, focusing back on your wounds.

"You're going to feel a little sting," he warns, pouring alcohol onto a cloth. You bite your lip, your eyes squeezed shut as he gently cleans the gash on your forehead. You wince but don't make a sound.

"You're doing great," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to your fear. You open your eyes to find him smiling at you, and you can't help but smile back.

Yeong-hoo returns with a blanket and a pillow, tossing them onto the bed without a word. He still didn't trust you, but for now, he'd follow Chan-young's lead. "You can sleep here," he says, his voice gruff.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah," Chan-young says. "We've got enough beds. We're not savages."

You nod, the tension in your shoulders easing. You're so tired, you could sleep on the floor if you had to, but the bed seems like a luxury you haven't had in an eternity.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Don't mention it," he says, patting your hand. "Get some rest. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."

As you lie down, you can't help but feel a sense of relief. Before falling asleep, you sit back up. "Chan-young?"

"Yes?" He's already by the door, about to leave.

"Um," you sniffle. "Can you, um…" you start but trail off.

"What is it?" he asks his hand on the door handle.

You take a deep breath and swallow your pride. "Could you…could you stay here with me? Just for tonight?"

Chan-young's expression softens. He understands your fear, the feeling of being in a new place filled with unfamiliar faces. He nods and pulls up a chair beside the bed. "I'll stay."

The room falls into silence, save for the distant cries of monsters and the occasional footstep outside. You feel the warmth of his presence beside you, a comforting weight in the heavy darkness. You close your eyes, willing yourself to relax.

"Chan-young?" you whisper, your voice shaking.

"Yeah?"

"What if I turn?" The words hang in the air, thick with fear.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a strange mix of sadness and determination. "We'll deal with it," he says. "Together."

You nod, taking solace in his words. You know he can't guarantee anything, but the promise is enough for now.

The night stretches out before them, filled with uncertainty and the ever-present danger that lurks just beyond the walls of their haven. But for this one moment, with the gentle hum of life-support machines in the background, you feel a semblance of peace.

Your eyes grow heavy, lulled by the rhythmic breathing of the soldier beside you. Despite the chaos outside, you feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you've found a place where you can belong, where you can learn to live with the monster inside you without fear of rejection or death.

As you drift off to sleep, you don't know what the future holds. But for tonight, you're safe. And that's enough.

[daydreaming-optimist]

thank you for tagging me, @thebeautifulfantastic

Do you play an instrument?

I took oboe lessons for 6 years and I love to sing (although I’ve never been trained)

Favorite book characters?

That’s so hard, I love so many!! Cress from The Lunar Chronicles, Inej from Six of Crows, Mina from Dracula, Percy from PJO/HOO, Galen from The Princess of the Midnight Ball (@just-a-cup-of-anxietea and @theskittlemuffin we need our galen werner fan club), Anne from Persuasion, I could keep going

​What’s your star sign?

Virgo

Favorite color schemes?

Any pastels! Also lavender or a dusty rose and sage

What languages do you speak?

English and Spanish, although I wouldn’t consider myself fluent (I also took Japanese lessons a few years ago but unfortunately I don’t really remember any of it)

​Dream/aspiration?

Right now just to make it to graduation and hopefully do a good job once grad school starts

Are you for short or long hair?

Both! I cut my hair to an inch or so above my shoulders about a month ago but before that it was to my mid-back and I love it both ways!

Tea or coffee?

Tea! I’ve never liked coffee but I’ve started drinking tea in the past year or so

Bring your favorite book character to real life, or will you go into a fictional world?

Aaaahhhhh this is hard, I don’t think I would survive very long in most fictional worlds but at least I could have some fun adventures, so maybe fictional world?

open tags! <3

[cockatricecoop]

I can't put this into tags I have too many animals. I live on a farm and also have a lot of pets. I apologize in advance.

Snakes: Pepper (Male Axanthic Hognose), Sriracha (Female Albino Conda Hognose), Eddie Spaghetti (Male Leopard Lemon Blast Ball Python)

Dogs: Kodiak/Kodi (Anatolian Shepherd mix), Pixel (Dalmatian/Lab)

Cats: Dusty (Gray tabby), Hunter (Same), Jake (Orange pied), Marceline (Mackerel pied), Cookie (Calico and mostly feral but warming up to us)

Non-Poultry birds: Piper (White faced cockatiel)

Miniature Horses: Pitch (Black gelding), Melody (Black mare, Pitch's daughter)

Miniature Goats (Nigerian dwarf + Nubian/Nigerian mixes): Misty, Luna, Clover (all grey does of Misty's progeny);

Ginger, Isabelle, Snowball, Miss Moustache/Handlebar (white does with brown and black spots and some without horns, Ginger's progeny)

Ashe, Jack (brown and black wethers, Ginger's sons)

Chickens: (Hoo boy here we go, only the current named ones we have 19 new babies that need names still)

Roosters: Prince (Light brahma rooster), Stinky (Black silkie rooster)

Hens: Bella (Black sex-link), Daisy (One-eyed buff Orpington), Jazz (Ancona/Ameraucana), Robin (Ameraucana), Roxy (Barred rock), Penelope (White rock), Foxglove (Mahogany Orloff)

Bantam hens: Lil Bit (Belgian D'anvers), PeeBee (White Serama), Silver (White splashed blue-ish Serama), Goshawk (Watermaal)

.............and finally yes. Loki. She's a modern game bantam and bantam sumatra mix. She came to me with that name and she really fits it. I tried to put her to bed in the coop when she didn't want to sleep there and she literally leapt out into the darkness of night when I tried to give her enough light to find a perch by. She had her wings clipped because she keeps getting out of the run. It did not stop her.

hey if you have a pet or pets you need to reblog this rn and tell me in the tags what their names are. bonus points for including what kind of animal.

[theseerasures]

so you wanna revolution (but everyone’s being so mean)

this post is a response to a lot of little flare ups that have happened in the past few weeks, but most particularly this post, and responses like these. my usual approach whenever someone has an opinion in front of me in this septic tank of opinions is to just ignore them to death, but this line of rhetoric has been flying around a lot lately, and isn’t going away anytime soon. i don’t think banging my head against this particular pinata will finally break it wide open to reveal the sweet sweet candy of complete and total anti-racism, but as an ally in this fight i’d still rather it be MY head instead of, say, someone with even less time and mental energy to spare, and more cranial trauma.

you all want a civil, even-handed explanation for why you need to put aside your opinions and hurt feelings and just learn? why these activists aren’t giving you the patience and understanding you feel you deserve? then let’s unpack this shit.

for the sake of argument i’m gonna take it as a given that the allies who protest that they’d be better at helping/more people would help if everyone were nicer to them ARE coming from a place of sympathy and desire to help. i’m not here to question anyone’s motives: i’m sure you’re also heartbroken about senseless black death and have been shaking your metaphorical fist at the injustice. but i want to dig a little deeper to figure out why your sympathies manifest so frequently and comfortably in critiques of how people talk to you/other theoretical allies rather than actions or conversations that actually dismantle the systems you’re supposed to be against, and to do that, i’ve laid out a few things that motivate comments like the above.

1) Don’t I have a right to feel hurt when someone is mean to me?

this is already a very commonly discussed point. yes! you do. but get a god damn sense of perspective about it, people are dying. it is perfectly normal–particularly if you’re coming from a position of privilege–to feel shocked or hurt when someone brusquely corrects you for doing/saying something you thought was on the level. no one is asking you to get rid of these feelings (at least, not all at once); what we ARE asking is that you not make the whole thing about your hurt feelings, rather than trying to learn from the critique. derailing productive discussions about what you’re all ostensibly here to do (ie., antiracist activism) so you can bicker over Robert’s Rules does not a good ally make. when you do that, you are implicitly declaring that there is nothing in the world so important that it can’t be postponed in favor of how YOU feel. your feelings cannot be more important than black lives. if the implication is that you won’t help if people are mean to you, you are essentially trying to hold the movement hostage for the sake of your own feelings.

2) We’re all working together. Shouldn’t I get equal say in how we do things?

short answer: no. long answer: if you’ve just jumped onboard the antiracism train, it might help to think of it as a skill that you need to practice and develop like any other. activism requires training and work, and the people who have been doing it for longer generally tend to be better at it. you should try listening to them and thinking about what they say instead of going with your gut response, because your gut response at the moment of criticism is most likely guided by emotional defensiveness. this doesn’t mean that you don’t get ANY say; saying something wrong and being corrected is an essential and constructive part of the process, but Jesus CHRIST learn to read the room. if you’re with people who have been immersed in this work for years, try LEARNING from them instead of criticizing the way they say things. if you all can appreciate asshole artists, critics, and comedians in other aspects of culture, you can definitely learn from activists who don’t have the patience to hold your hand every time you make a mistake.

3) You catch more flies with honey–that’s just how the world works.

sure, okay–i want you to take a moment to recognize the incredible gall and presumption to come freshly into a history and movement that has existed in some form for more than FOUR HUNDRED YEARS and speak to it as if it has no experience with “how the world works.” what you are just now realizing might be an actionable issue is a lived reality every day for black people. the fact that you immediately feel comfortable telling them how to secure their liberation and aren’t comfortable when they correct you is the height of white privilege. this is how knowledge and politics get colonized: colonizers come in under the guise of “helping,” adopt a position that they say is more “rational” or “worldly” compared to that of the colonized, and try to take it over for the colonized’s “own good.” if you are in fact trying to help marginalized people improve their situations, DO NO PRESUME to know how to address their problems better than they do. and if someone calls you out on it, learn to be better.

4) Shouldn’t we be on the side of reasonable discussions? People don’t learn from being namecalled a white supremacist, even when they get over themselves.

you know what? you’re right. education is a hugely important part of activism, and even beyond that, the cohesion and efficacy of activist movements do depend on its members treating each other with a certain generosity. black people have shown us a remarkable level of generosity by letting us–those who have been complicit in their oppression for centuries–into their movement, teaching us how to be most constructive and forgiving us when we make mistakes. so practice being generous to THEM instead of demanding more from them. recognize that it takes an immense amount labor to offer well-thought-out critiques to your shitty actions, and even more to have a long conversation with you. realize that attempting to communicate to you why you should care about their lives and livelihood is a deeply painful and traumatic experience. have some of the fucking empathy that you’re demanding from them! think about how terrible you’re feeling about all the 2020 tumult, and then think about how everything that’s happened this year has been orders of magnitude worse for the black community, and how terrible they must be feeling as a result. think about the fact that these moments of high activism DO NOT LAST FOREVER, so many activists are rightly prioritizing direct action and do not have time to guide you through your emerging wokeness. of course learning about why what you did was wrong is important, but the right way to do that is not to pester black people to educate you. the resources are out there. other, more experienced allies are out there. if you’re behind in a class, the solution isn’t to demand that the rest of the class stop to help you–the responsibility is on YOU to do the extra work to catch up.

5) But aren’t I being generous already? I’m offering to help these people even though I’ve never done anything wrong to them.

short answer: go fuck yourself! long answer: yeah, let’s go back to the “name calling” thing again. i fail to recognize why it’s so difficult–particularly for predominantly queer and/or feminist spaces–to recognize complicity and privilege in THIS arena compared to all others. we don’t say “not all white people” for the same reason we don’t say “not all men” or “not all straights” or “not all cis”–because white supremacy is baked into every aspect of our lives. it is inescapable. white supremacy cannot be restricted by the things other, cartoonishly racist people do. it is blood that is on ALL our hands, and we benefit from it daily. it IS uncomfortable to realize when you’re not the oppressed but an oppressor in a situation, but the way to resolve that is to sit in that discomfort, and learn to be better.

so the next time someone sharply corrects you, or tells you to check your privilege, and you’re upset about it, remind yourself that it is NOT ABOUT YOU. you are literally here because it’s unfair that so many things ARE about you. watch this video to remind yourself of what’s at stake! (it’s also in gif form!) revisit these slides about what you’re experiencing! (they were made by a high schooler, so you can really put yourself in that education mindset.) sit and process that feeling and learn why you were wrong without getting publicly defensive or asking a black person to coach you through it. donate to some MutualAid funds, legal defense funds, and personal fundraisers. badger some elected representatives about defunding the police. and realize that you’re still alive. you lived. you learned how to do better, and it didn’t kill you, and there’s still so much to do.

and if that still isn’t sitting well with you, you can also try eating an entire dick.

[marichat-verse]

nina's midsem procrastination + road to 100

Hey! I'm almost at a hundred followers on this blog, and I've got a week off of classes next week (except for the fact that I still have to do backlogs). But right now, I miss writing. especially about jason

So let's procrastinate celebrate! (Yes, I'll be taking requests)

Rules for requests:

General Guidelines:

Send an ask for your request to be officially part of this celebration.

I'll be accepting requests until November 2, Wednesday. Although if there are only a few requests, I might extend. Anyway, just keep them coming even after the deadline, and I'll try to do them when I could :) it's a procrastination celebration after all

You can request more than once, but please don't expect that I'll accomplish it right away (that is, if I even get to accomplishing it)

Send your request with any of the 3 emojis of either of the following:

✒️ Add to the To-Do list (fic requests):

I'll be writing about PJO/HOO characters. I'll be limiting the characters to a list below. I'm only limiting to those who I feel like I've grasped their character and can do them justice with my writing.

The Argo II crew (aka "the seven")

Nico di Angelo

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano

Will Solace

Thalia Grace

I will not change the characters' canon sexuality if they are stated. That means no romantic/sexual nico x fem!reader, I will only accept platonic/sibling/rivalry types for that kind of pairing. Thalia is aro/ace and Reyna is ace. Now I know Will's and Piper's aren't explicitly stated what their sexuality actually is, but I do feel like they'd have gender preferences. So for them, I will accept het!ships but let's try to keep it within their gender prefs as much as possible. All other characters, you can request whatever headcanon sexuality you have for them!

Yes, I do poly!relationship requests.

Yes, I accept NSFW, HOWEVER, I may not be comfortable writing certain stuff, so fair warning. If you've read my 'Vulnerable' fic, that's the kind of smut I kind of know how to write. I might be more likely to accept your request if the sex is a plot device to advance a bigger plot, sort of thing.

You can request platonic/sibling/rivalry too, aside from the usual fluff/smut/angst

No graphic depictions of: noncon/dubcon smut (r*pe), substance abuse, assault/abuse, racism, homophobia, sexism, Islamophobia, misogyny, y'all get the gist

Other topics you can request about:

Crossover with MCGA/KC

Broadway/musicals

Filipino!reader

Conversation prompts

Color prompts

Song prompts

☕ Coffee break... again (taking a break from writing fics to answer some of these):

Send in a character/event/book or whatever you can think of in the riordanverse (preferably pjo/hoo/toa because it's been a hot minute since I've read kc and mcga), and I'll give you my controversial opinion or theories on them

Ask me anything you want to know about me! (I reserve the right to answer untruthfully to protect my personal stuff)

Or maybe send in a praise or anything you'd like to say to me 🥺

💯 Just stop procrastinating (these are my WIPS, pick one and I'll finish it and post it on Tumblr):

"'Di Makatulog" - Jason Grace x reader song prompt

"Dusty Pink" - Jason Grace x reader based on @aesthetxcimagines's color association of me

"Run Away With Me? Part 3" - Jason Grace x reader

"Meadowlark" - Jason Grace x reader (might be more than one part, just a fair warning)

"Did you just call me milk?" Leo Valdez x reader

"Get in loser, we're going shopping!" - Solangelo x platonic!reader

"What happens in Dallas stays in Dallas" - Jason Grace x reader, brother!Percy x reader (warning, crossover with Kane Chronicles where reader is both a demigod and a magician)

Tagging some moots who might want to participate/hype up the celeb! @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @ewitsren @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend-deact @dark-poetry-and-nostalgia

[alienoresimagines]

'Cause You're A Sky Full Of Stars (I'm Gonna Give You My Heart) | Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N : This is for Jace (@speirs-sexy-ass) who is turning 18 today!! Happy birthday girl!💕 Own the day and enjoy your first (or not) drink😂👍🏻 You're one of the person I respect and admire the most, no matter what you say and you're SO funny. I love talking to you🥰 And I'm waiting for a report of Haikyuu!!! when you'll get around continue to watch it💙 All the love to you, Jace, have the best of days and make plenty of good memories❤ As Avicii said, live a life you can remember!😚

Also probably no one cares but just when I was writing the last sentence of this, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay (who obviously inspired the title) came up while my whole playlist was on shuffle and I did nothing for this to happen so it just made me smile😊

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world

Posted : 14/08/2020

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"Lew, we can't just sneak on the roof of some strangers' apartments!" You whispered urgently, waving your hands around for emphasis of your words. Watery blue eyes stared at you and you felt your resolution weakening as warm and calloused hand covered yours and tugged them lightly towards him like a child who just saw his dream toy in a shop.

"C'mon [Y/N], it'll be fun! Besides, today's a special day, isn't it?" Right. And who could resist your boyfriend's puppy eyes? Definitely not you. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little and started looking around you, frowning slightly as if you were in deep reflection.

The both of you were in a lost corner of Melbourne, -how Lew found it, you didn't dare to ask- in front of an outside steel staircase you knew brought to the roof. The only light was coming from a floor lamp nearby and the white and cold light of the moon, and the only sounds were the ones you were making and a crowded bar a few blocks away.

Lew's thumb stroked your hand gently and you couldn't think about anything other than that. These hands that have held a gun so tightly, pulled a trigger to kill, were touching you with such tenderness and love, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your throat felt dry and your stomach was in knots only Lew could make you feel, all noises had been drowned by the buzzing in your head as you realized just how much you loved him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled and nodded, watching as Lew's own smile broadened, almost blinding you.

"Okay, Lew, let's do it. But if someone comes up and bear our asses, the blame's on you." You finally said with a grin.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I promise." Your boyfriend swore as he had already started to climb the stairs, his hand never letting yours go, and the bag he was carrying on his bag jolting a little with every step he was making.

Every few seconds, he looked back down at you, clear eyes shining with love and his smile in full display. He could win over the world with this smile., you shamelessly found yourself thinking. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, you all were on a god forsaken island, fighting for your lives and now you were running up steel stairs, feeling like a teenager with your first crush.

"We're there." Lew announced at the same time wind rose. The breeze caressed your face softly in a relaxing way and you couldn't help but to close your eyes to focus on that unique feeling. On your right side, you could ear Lew shuffling with what contained his bag, the ruffle of a fabric being undone and what seemed to be something made of glass given the sound it made when Lew's bracelet touched it. You furrowed your brows, but trusting Lew more than enough to choose to keep your eyes closed.

You let out a breath, and the screeching of shoes against the dusty ground and pieces of stones warned you before a pair of arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you closer until your back was pressed against Lew's clothed chest. Your eyes now open, you stared in awe at the view. From your standing position, you could see beyond the low wall, and the few lights of the city had their reflect on the ocean's water, the moon shining over you.

"No roof has a better view here."

"Did you climb on every Melbourne's roof just to see what view they could offer?" You snickered as he fully laughed behind you.

"I'm not crazy enough to do it, sweetheart, though you'd deserve it." You raised an eyebrow but you weren't sure if he saw it so you nudged his side.

"C'mon big guy, don't leave me hanging there." You protested, deliberately not mentioning his last words.

"I hired Runner and Hoos." Lew shrugged nonchalantly as if making Hoosier get out of bed to walk up hundreds of stairs was an easy thing to do. Then you remembered your boyfriend's puppy eyes, to which you had fallen victim again, only minutes ago. Puppy eyes were a mortal weapon. It should be forbidden., you decided.

"Should we go sit?" You asked after a moment of quiet and felt him nod then kiss the side of your head before taking your hand in his and walking to the blanket he placed in the middle of the roof.

You sat down next to him, wincing a little bit as rocks sank onto your bottom and thighs, and after some shifting around for a moment, you finally settled for crossing your legs at your ankles. Army blankets were thin after all, you learned as everyone else while shivering in the cold of the night. Though as of right now, you were surrounded by warmth, your body and Lew's pressed together from shoulders to foot, your intertwined fingers resting on your lap.

"I brought this." His deep voice broke the silence as he took from grey bag a familiar glass bottle, soon enough wiggling it so close to your face you couldn't read the tag.

"You want to know what it is, right? You want to known don't ya, sweetheart?" His smug face suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking the moon for a second, just the time to steal a quick peck on your lips then going back to his previous position, bottle no longer in his hand but now on your lap. You took it with care, feeling the cold glass on your fingers, passing your thumb on the tag and bit your lower lip to refrain from smiling too wide upon reading the year.

"Really, Lew? The year of my birth?" Your tone would have sounded sarcastic to everyone but the two of you. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He could read through every jokes, every sarcastic remarks and roll of the eyes, knowing exactly how you felt in the depths of your heart. You didn't take away your eyes from the bottle but you saw him shrug from the corner of your eye.

"Oh? Ahh lucky! I didn't even notice!" Snorting, you chose not to say anything. You knew what he was doing, brushing it off like that. For people back home, a bottle wine with a wanted year was easy and definitely wasn't considered fancy. But for you, for anyone in the army, in deployment even if it didn't feel like it, it was as precious as if Lew just handed you the Moon.

"How? How much did it cost you?" You whispered in awe, finally looking at him with diamonds in your eyes.

"It's a gift, sweetie, I'm ain't gonna tell you." He smiled again, and you only sighed, expecting this answer anyway.

"Thank you." You kissed his cheek quickly but the broadening of his smile told you he understood your feelings.

"Then are we going to drink or not?" He joked, distracting you from your embarrassment, and oh how much you loved him.

"Of course we are!" You exclaimed, as he chuckled and gave you a knife to open your well deserved gift.

When the cap popped out with a satisfying sound, you licked your lips but offered it to your boyfriend first, who shook his head with a smile, eyes amused. What a gentleman., you silently huffed before raising the bottle into the air :

"Cheers." You took the first sip of the red liquid, feeling it going down your throat and into your stomach, closing your eyes again. It was delicious, you had to admit it, a little aftertaste you couldn't quite describe nor place but it wasn't unpleasing. Lew took the wine bottle you gave him as you wiped your mouth with a hand and stared at the midnight sky.

"Happy birthday to you." He wished you before drinking himself. If your lips weren't already stretched from smiling, you were sure you'd have smiled wider but alas, human corpses had their limits so you simply reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him intertwine your fingers again.

"I know we're in a big city but I wouldn't have minded one or two stars. It's dull without them, empty." You mused quietly, making Lew look at you, head leaned to a side then his gaze turned to the infinite deep blue.

"Mh, I guess it is. I don't need a star lit night when I'm with you, though."

"Huh?" You looked at him; not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"I saw you up there." That was his only answer but the distant look in his clear eyes made you think he wanted to say much more. He just seemed so serious, his smile having faded away.

"In the sky? I'd like to put into the light that I'm not dead yet if you don't mind." You laughed, the urge to try and bring his smile back where it belonged stronger than the one screaming to lower your head.

"Don't be silly." He huffed a laugh though you realized he seemed to avoid your gaze, focusing on the full moon instead. "Back on the island. Had you ever watched the sky back there? Beautiful landscapes, really. And I just saw you, between two stars, shining brighter than any others." His eyes finally met yours and your will to disappear into the ground vanished as you choked on your own words. How Lew could say such things without second thought other than the one to show you his love, you had no idea. You embraced it however, as you loved and welcomed every part of him like he did for you.

"Next time you're going to say something as cheesy, send me a warning first please." You croaked out with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by so many different feelings. Shock, confusion, uncertainty, surprise. Fondness, devotion, love, adoration. A light squeeze of your hand made you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, who was impossibly close to your own face. His wide smile, his clear eyes that could make everyone do as he wishes, his scent. Him, and you was yours like you were his.

The tips of his fingers strokes your cheek in such a tender way it made you shiver, and then he kissed you. It definitely wasn't the first time you kissed, but you always felt like the first time. The feeling hadn't changed for a bit, and it was like forever. As if each kiss was infinity.

When you pulled away just enough to breathe but still in each other's space, you both had stupidly big smiles on your face but none of you seemed to care.

"You're my star." Lew's words hung in the small space between your lips, twirled around your heart like a promise.

"Where was my warning?" Your lips met again in a valse, to the rhythm of the words still sealed in your heart and it was the only answer you needed.

[the-only-universe-here]

OCtober day 1 - Beginnings

Kasten stood in front of the doors to the school, among the crowd that was currently milling around him, people saying goodbye to family and hello to new friends. Alone he stood, packed bags lying around his feet as he watched everyone else with a half smile.

His family couldn’t be here, which pained him, but they had already said their goodbyes at the airport back in South Drohon - they knew why he decided to come here, to Alteria Academy. He wanted a taste of normal life, a life where people coming home with blood on their hands wasn’t a normal occurrence. Just to see what it was like. See if he could make a few friends, maybe even fall in love like his romantic heart wanted to.

His hand brushed over his arm, feeling the soft material of his dress shirt, fingers pressing to the glowing mark just under the light material. Maybe he’d meet his soulmate.

“Room 201?” A woman in front of the doors called out, and Kasten took a deep breath, glancing at the piece of paper in his hand to make sure he hadn’t gotten his room number wrong.

And then he walked up, hitching his bag more securely up on his shoulder as he dragged his suitcase behind him. Up to the woman, who took the confirming paper from him with a nod and the barest hint of a welcoming smile, and waited for the three other students that were to join him.

A dark haired boy with serious eyes and a tail dragging behind him, flicking as he met Kasten’s eyes - a halfie. Half direnil, half human, probably.

Then a girl with dusty brown hair, scarred knuckles and a perpetual frown seemingly stuck on her face, growing deeper as he offered her a smile.

And one more - a girl with long, ethereally light purple hair, eyes of ice blue. Kasten felt himself nearly swoon at the sight of the dria girl, the way she shyly nodded to the woman who turned with a wave to lead them through the school to their dorm rooms.

The woman was explaining something, probably stuff about the rules and their class schedules, but Kasten wasn’t paying attention, too taken with the people gathered around him. If these were the people he had to room with, he was in for some chaos - he was to be with these people almost every day, excluding the summers, for the next five years. He’d read through all the rules and such while on the plane here, anyway.

If he had anything to do with it, the next five years would be… interesting.

~~~

Anyway, howdy hey my dudes. Guess what, I’m going to be writing three of these short things by the end of today as part of this and. Hoo boy. I’m going to be using my own personal worldbuilding project, Liura (I’m pretty sure I have stuff for it tagged on my blog), for this month of OCtober. Probably going to be posting them on ao3 as well if anybody would prefer to read them on there :3 also for ease of understanding I might... have to put up some sort of doc on Liura, cause explaining halfies and direnils and the whole soulmate thing for dria can get kinda uh... confusing.

[elliot-orion]

Writing Update5/21/19

Word Count: 6876 total - 5671 for ATDADT and 1205 for the Empath

Favorite Line: “I already have those bragging rights, for one. You are far from the first Hero to stay in my bed. First one to stay the whole night though.” 

Update: Dusty is a player and a Bad BoyTM with one... okay five... okay maybe seven soft spots. Maybe a lot more, but like, listen... Basically, he looks like he could kill you, could actually kill you, but won’t because he’s really a cinnamon roll. (unless like, you hurt someone he loves in which case you are 100% going to be lit on fire)

Anyways, i haven’t had a 6000+ writing day in FOREVER and it feels SO GOOD to have another. god i missed this. It was productive too! today i finish the Empath! the ending sucks ass, but it’s an ending. I’m still not sure how and when i’ll post it. I mean, i know i will at some point and i know it’ll probably be dual here/wattpad, but like... if you want it nag me for it is what im saying bc otherwise i’ll keep putting it off forever. Same with wildfire. I need someone to nag me is what im saying here. Pleasssse. I also wrote a ton for ATDADT a novel this time (it’s actual document name, by the way), and it’s going really good and im really liking it and yea. It’s gunna need some work... a lot of work really... but i like it for now. It’ll need a rewrite for sure, but it’s really only draft one, since the shorts before were more of a vague outline for me than anything else. so yea. i’m still debating if i’ll put in the Sexy TimesTM, because Vincent is kinky and dont let him fool you into thinking he isn’t, and they do have lots of sexy times. BUT i also have it set up so i can not do that in this, and i might go that route... I’ll know its there tho... and like, im real not comfy writing that stuff really so it’d all be vagued at ANYWAYS, and the DHU is all pretty YA to NA rating, and that would turn this very heavily into R rated territory real quick, while the rest is all not adult lit stuff... you feel me? So yea, idk, i prob wont include it, but like. sexual sunday drabbles, all im saying. get ready yall. That’s about all i’ve got for now tho. yea. OH and i’ll do a last line tag right after this bc hoo boy its a funny one!!

[imorphemi]

Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different things, then tag 10 people!

1. Chara from Undertale

2. Vaati from Minish cap

3. Camicazi from HTTYD Books

4. Kris from Deltarune (it’s different, RIGHT????)

5. Viridi from Kid Icarus

6. Luna from MLP

7. Nico from PJO/HoO

8. Heather from HTTYD Series

9. Peter Quill from Marvel

10. Moon from Wings of Fire

@dusty-sketchbook @haileymellowart @mariita-2006 @elfie-eri @mystery-magic-arts @angel-the-demon-angel @miamigacallsthistungle

[drummergirl231]

I got tagged.

@mayday1284 tagged me to do a thing! So here I go!

1. Nickname: DG

2. Zodiac: Cancer and year of the monkey

3. Height: 5′3″

4. Last Movie I Watched: In its entirety? Can’t remember. 

5. Last Thing I Googled: color blindness simulator (dudes it’s so cool and now I’m like mildly obsessed)

6. Favorite Musician: right now, Julie Fowlis

7. Song Stuck In My Mind: “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac

8. Other Blogs: drummergirl231-2 (for Ducktales 2017)

9. Do I get asks: rarely

10. Blogs following: 23

11. Amount Of Sleep: 8 hours, I think. woo-hoo!

12. Lucky Number: not a lucky number, but I’m fond of 231

13. What I’m wearing: bootcut jeans, a long-sleeved black and green striped t-shirt, white socks, some underthings, and my mickey mouse security hoodie.

14. Dream Job: voice actress and writer

15: Dream Trip: Scotland. I miss it.

16: Favorite Food: I figured out how to make gluten free dairy free alfredo that’s actually good!!!

17. Play Instruments: drums and some other little percussion things

18. Languages: English

19. Favorite Songs: they change all the time. right now I listen to a lot of Greg Skalak piano covers on youtube, and also Julie Fowlis and Fleetwood Mac. I recently fell in love with the song “Blood” by The Middle East, but I prefer the covers of it by Greg Skalak and Alice Kristiansen.

20. Random Fact: My first name is an anagram for stinker.

21. Describe Yourself As Aesthetic Things: don’t even know what that means but I’ll try based on mayday1284′s example. dusty drums, broken glass, running mascara, smoking volcano, blue roses, packed backpack, misty moors

[novarasalas]

Second Look Review: ‘A Little Adventure’, Part 2

Part 4: It’s Complicated

So, last time I talked about how Shiro has a chronic illness.

This time, I’m going to talk about how Shiro has a boyfriend.

..uh….had?

Hoo boy.

This scene lasted all of one minute, but it gave us so much insight into Shiro’s character. It also stirred up a lot of shit.

I’m going to be honest about what this is: a defense of Adam.

To be fair, I try to avoid the drama, but it just wasn’t possible with this particular plot point. People seemed to be pretty evenly split between ‘omg OTP boyfriends forever’ and ‘Adam is evil and deserves whatever happens to him’. The truth is, as is almost always the case, somewhere in the middle.

I, for one, believe that this was a very well written scene, obviously written by someone who’s had relationship troubles. And all relationships will have troubles. No one is perfect, and when you put two imperfect people together, disagreements will happen.

And even when two people seem perfect for each other, in the end, there may be that one thing that drives them apart.

In this case, that “one thing” is Shiro’s recklessness with his own health.

Now, in my first part, I talked about how much I could relate to Shiro in our shared suffering of chronic illness. You can’t let it stop you; you have to live as best you can while managing yourself and your health. You must learn your limits, and adjust accordingly if you want to keep living. Learning to do that takes maturity, and is something that you must grow into.

So, yeah, I’m saying that Shiro’s being immature. And I say that as someone who’s been there. I was immature like this once, too. And Shiro’s very young here. Both of them are, I suppose. We don’t get any info on Adam other than the knowledge that he and Shiro are together.

Aside from the illness, though, is just the nature of being with another person. You have to take them into consideration: what they want, how they feel, which direction they’d like to take the relationship. It’s why a couple is together. If you want to act completely on you’re own without thought to others in your life...well…

Yeah. This mess happens.

Adam feels like Shiro’s already made the decision to leave him. And hasn’t he? He elects to go on an already dangerous mission, complicated by his own worsening condition, when instead he could be as home with the man who loves him.

You can tell by the dialogue that they've had this conversation many times before. How long are two people suppose to suffer through this?

And now, I want to say this, specifically for the ones I saw mad that Adam would leave a sick man.

Shiro is sick, yes. But he’s not dependent on Adam. He’s well enough to have been considered for missions still, and while I’m sure that he appreciates the help he gets from Adam, he’ll be fine on his own.

I’m sick. If it would come down to something like this with me and mine, I wouldn’t want them to feel trapped in a relationship just because of my illness. I could use some help everyday, but in the end, I can still take care of myself.

I say this because I immediately saw people comparing Adam leaving to, say….a spouse leaving another after a devastating accident, or during cancer treatments, or something heavy like that. Those are unequivocally douchey moves, no doubt about it.  

That’s not what’s happening here. If you were to remove Shiro’s illness from the equation, and just have Adam be worried about him being just generally reckless, the outcome would be the same.

And I’m not saying this is all Shiro’s fault, either. It’s a partnership. And in this case, we only really get to see what’s happening as far as Shiro himself is concerned.

We know that the relationship ended. We also see, later on, that Shiro still cares for Adam. The actual break up happened off screen, but it was probably still amicable. It’s entirely possible to break up and still care for each other.

Do I think they would have ever gotten back together? Nah, probably not. And that’s ok. It’s really, really ok.

For more on this, please read this interview with Lauren and Joaquim from Hypable: _Exclusive: ‘Voltron’ EPs break down journey to LGBT+ representation, Shiro’s connections, ahead of season 7. _They say it all better than I can.

Also, please tell me how to link without breaking the tags.

Oh, and another thing. That ultimatum? Crazy, evil and manipulative?

From Psychology Today, in the article How to Issue a Relationship Ultimatum:

The worst part about ultimatums is that sometimes the recipient desires the same outcome as the person issuing the demand, but the ultimatum feels so aggressive that it forecloses the mutual desire.

The best way to avoid ultimatums altogether is for each partner to be perfectly clear about their values, goals, and intentions from the beginning. But sometimes even the best planning doesn’t prevent a situation in which one person is ready to move forward when the other isn’t.

When that happens—when it’s time to move forward or move on—it is entirely possible to deliver ultimatums in a compassionate and non-coercive manner. Instead of forcing the hesitant partner into a corner, ultimatums can honestly be presented as choices that highlight options and freedom, rather than pressure and sacrifice.

Please read that for more good insight. Nothing is as black and white as people on here would have you believe.

Part 5: He’s Gay

So I went on a lot about the chronic illnesses thing, but the real news was that Shiro loves men.

This is amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you different.

I really enjoyed how casual it was. There was no exposition, no stopping and explaining it. Shiro knows himself and has for awhile. It’s just a fact at this point. Was is subtle? Understated, maybe. But not everyone’s queerness is Pride parades and glitter. I know mine isn’t.

And the fact that it’s Shiro, Mr. Voltron himself. The main guy.

The main guy. Because the fact that Shiro is male and queer is a big deal.

Now, I must admit, I’m really not up to date on what’s going on rep wise in children’s media. I know of two wlw relationships happening, which is a very good thing. I’m 100% on board with that.

But it needs to be acknowledged that it’s because they’re girls(and not the main characters, as well), it was easier to be more obvious with their relationships.

Why? Because our society still sucks.

Gay women? Hot.

Gay men? A threat.

Across all media, I’ve seen far more lesbians and bi women than I have queer men of any kind. To a particular set of men who run most things these days, gay men can only be dangerous. They’re predators, and they’re out to get both them and their sons.

So for Shiro to be allowed to be gay, however subtlety you see it, is a huge step forward. This is a main male character, who is in a cartoon primarily marketed to adolescents, who is queer.

I never thought I’d see the quiznacking quintant.

However you found this revelation, you must admit: this is progress, and this is a good thing.

Also, there will never be perfect representation, because there are no perfect people to represent.

I feel good about it though. Shiro is chronically queer, just like me.

In Summary:

Wow, that was a certainly something. That was a very strong start to the season. Heavy, too, which honestly sets the mood for the rest of the episodes. It’s still rated  Y7, though, which will never cease to amaze me.

A few things that I didn’t mention:

Let’s be honest, we all thought he was going in for a kiss here.

And this, which is one of my favorite things I��ve seen all year.

I call it

The Gasp of Knowing

Next up: The gang hits the ol’ dusty trail and set out to mosey on home.

[3wisellamas]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better. Kinda tagged, kinda stolen from @the-golden-ghost​ Nickname:  Em.  Yep.   Zodiac:  Virgo Height:  5'2".  So, I can reach the second-highest shelf most of the time. Last Movie I Saw:  Thunderball, that old James Bond one.  I...admittedly wasn't paying much attention though.  Think there were sharks? Last Thing I Googled:  I was desperately trying to find out if someone had posted a gif of Alex on one episode of Bob's Burgers saying "Yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep" (etc) while extremely sugar-high (if you've seen that episode you know exactly which scene I'm talking about.)  All I got instead were gifs of Tina.  Oh well. Favourite Musician:  Infected Mushroom.  Seriously, go check them out.  You will not be disappointed. Song Stuck in My Head:  I'm, uh, actually listening to Welcome to the Real World by Barely Alive.  ^^;  So...that? Other Blogs?:  I've got a personal one as a sideblog, but haven't used it in forever.  ^^;  And NO, not giving it out.  Also for a while had an Undertale theory sideblog, @the-lemon-who-shrieks-in-hands, but I also don't really give a shit about it anymore, just post that stuff on my main. Do I Get Asks?  Not often, admittedly.  Though, I...don't check often either.  ^^; Following:  108 Followers:  562 (More than half of which are porn bots I'm sure.) Amount of Sleep:  6 hrs/night.  Who needs sleep anyway. Lucky Number:  13.  No, really. Dream Job:  Um...just worldbuilding for a living?  ^^;  Just making up the random bullshit I do anyway.  I'd friggin' LOVE to make webcomics full-time or write, but unfortunately I also kinda need money to not die. What I’m Wearing:  Some Star Wars pajamas.   Favourite Food:  Black olives.  Hells yes. Can I Play an Instrument:  I USED to be able to play viola.  Horribly.  Nowadays we don't talk about the viola. Languages:  I actually am pretty good with French as well as English.  And for a while I COULD speak decently in Japanese (though reading kanji is always a challenge), but I...may or may not have forgotten a lot of it by now.  ;v; Favourite Songs:  Hoo boy.  I'll give ya three of my newest: Infected Mushroom - Lost in Space Sytricka - Running in the 90s (Vaporwave Edit) Depeche Mode - Puppets Random Fact:  The Atari 2600, ColecoVision, Commodore 64, Sega Master System, and Sega Genesis all use the same controller port, and you can actually swap their controllers with few issues.  Oh, I’m sorry, did you want a fact about me? Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things:  A command line display on one of those old monochrome amber monitors.  Television static.  A flickering neon sign, with one of its colors completely unlit.  Neatly-organized bundles of multicolored wires and cables, snaking haphazardly across the floor.  Plastic jack-o-lanterns.  Stained laboratory glassware and dusty microscopes.  Fake, extremely ominous Windows error messages.  A 90s Taco Bell interior.   Tagging:  Nah.  Go for it.

[masked-magic]

a 20 Questions

Tagged by @darkwolf8official thank you!

So you answer 20 questions, then tag 20 followers that you want to get to know better.

1) Name: ella

2) Nicknames: ellie, ell-bell, nerd

3) Height: 5′11

4) Orientation: pansro/ace

5) Nationality: american

6) Favorite Fruit: green grapes

7) Favorite Season: fall or winter

8) Favorite Flower: orange lilies. wanna passive-aggressively say i hate you in flower? use orange lilies. 

9) Favorite Scent: cinnamon, vanilla, fresh baked cookies, old books, candles of all kinds, fresh apples

10) Favorite Color: dusty rose and midnight blue

11) Favorite Animal: pandas, elephants, and owls!

12) Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: all three, all the time.

13) Average Sleep Hours: who is sleep?? i’ve never met her.

14) Dog or Cat Person: i have both, i can’t pick!

15) Favorite Fictional Character: annabeth chase (PJO and HOO), simon snow (carry on), magnus bane (The mortal instruments), and radon + creator + most of my ocs

16) Number of Blankets You Sleep With: literally like four

17) Dream Trip: texas (san antonio + austin), seattle, new orleans, all of it with lena and some friends

18) Blog Created: shit if i know i live here

19) Number of Followers: 210 lovely humans!

20) Random Fact: i’m a writer, flag spinner, and aspiring makeup artist!

Tagging: i tag @thegirlwithaclockworkheart @haazukirei @sspace-ghosts @crystal-clod-cutie @jesswaywardangel @luigimaster123 @maramahan @spazzuke @ignoring-impossibility @alphys-grimoire

have fun!

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13 and 16!

13) Most Playful

Initially I was going to say Chime for the SPC but then I remembered Sul and hoo boy does he do a slam dunk in this category. He loves to play and will challenge anyone to wrestle (mostly only Dusty and Ith accept these challenges). Even though he is big and spiky, Sul would not hurt a fly (unless the fly was trying to hurt his clan).

The Guild has few to no playful members. Although Junebug makes toys, he doesn’t enjoy using them for play (he enchants them). Blackjack would play but he is too devoted to guarding to be distracted with such nonsense. The only dragon that is invested in play and having any sort of fun is Ezrel. He is the only one who ever wants to play, though, and even when his sister Vui does want to romp stomp, she is only asking out of cruelty and with intent to harm him. Maybe Blackjack would be more tempted to play if Ezrel was not a fleshy mass? Who knows.

As for non lore dragons this is easy. Mitch wins by a long shot. He is a beautiful trouble-maker designed by keydotzip on FR (whose blog I cannot find??? I will tag you when I find you). Mitch is a 100% good boy.

16) Least Popular

This is sad why would you ask me this. Now you share my sads.

Quest is the least liked dragon in the entirety of the SPC. It used to be Chime, but that was always a more of mildly-annoyed-by type thing than actively-disliked type. Quest is a dragon who lost all of his memory from a bad case of the curse. Due to this curse, any time he almost remembers something, it is forgotten again and he gets upset. Since he cannot remember any skills that he has, and has failed at learning any, he is basically a free loader who does work that Dusty would do when Dusty is traveling. He is not fun to talk to as he will stop in the middle of sentences when he thinks he is remembering something, and is grumpy when he is pushed too hard to remember.

In the Guild it is Ezrel (rip). He was a failed experiment by Whisp to mix goop from the wyrmwound with an egg that ended in him turning into a surprisingly resilient flesh glob. He tries his best to be like-able, he really does, but no one reciprocates. Not even his sis, who actively searches for reasons to beat on him, since she views him as an inferior version of herself and hates being related to him.

For non lore dragons it’s Tyus. Cause he eats people. *shrug*

[shazrystyles]

92 Questions (Tagged)

tagged by: @andromeda117 @zigisbisexual @jessicamckenzie

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Grass jelly wateeeerr...slllrpp 2. Phone call: My mom 3. Text message: From my family group chat 4. Song you listened to: Born by OneRepublic 5. Time you cried: When I found out that Jeff was dead in 13 Reasons Why. RIP Jeff Atkins! You deserved better! *sob sob*

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: Yes..not just twice, but many times. and rn we’re not together anymore..boo hoo hoo..serves me right!

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes 8. Been cheated on: Yep. 9. Lost someone special: mmm...yeah. 10. Been depressed: Yes.. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Never.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Black 13. Soft pink 14. Blue Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes. I got listed in a room with the roommates who I never talked to..and they turn out to be the greatest people in the world.XD 16. Fallen out of love: mmm..yep! 17. Laughed until you cried: Yes. Me and my roomies making fun of the guys at my school. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Really? I don’t think I’m popular in school so I think NO! But, if there was someone who talked about me, I hope its about something good. 19. Met someone who changed you: Yes. My roomies. They turned me into a K-drama fans.. but rn I’ve changed. I literally had enough with K-drama. 20. Found out who your friends are: Mmm..I still haven’t figured this out yet. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope!

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Most of them. 23. Do you have any pets: Nope. My mom hates pet. But I’d love to have a cat. Maybe when I have my own place to live. 24. Do you want to change your name: Hell, no! I love my name cuz its short and simple.. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: My mom treat me to Nandos..mmm...I wish I can eat it again. 26. What time did you wake up: Usually around 6 am. But if I’m so tired, maybe about 9 to 10 am. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Chatting with people in the fandom and finishing my drawings. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: DUNKIRK to be released in my country! (Mainly because Harry Styles in it XD) 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Just a few minutes ago.. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I’m fucking rich so that I can buy many diamonds supplies in Choices! 31. What are you listening right now: I’m listening to the sound of the wind~(from my fan). 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Wait...who’s Tom? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My siblings. 34. Most visited Website: Of course, Tumblr! I kinda get addicted to it recently. 35. Mole/s: Its in a hidden spot..Not gonna tell you. huhuhu 36. Mark/s: Yes. Scars on my legs cuz I always injured when I was small. 37. Childhood dream: I wish I could be a Manga-ka. but...I’m pursuing on a different path rn for my parents’ sake. 38. Hair color: Mainly black. Never dyed it before. 39. Long or short hair: Long straight hair. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Ow, Yes! For the time being, mainly its just a celebrity crush. 41. What do you like about yourself: Err..mmmm.. hmmm!!! I dunno. Huhu. 42. Piercings: Nope! Never! 43. Blood type: B 44. Nickname: Shaza (that’s my real name), Shaz, Shazy, Caja, Charger..??(Ok this one from my childhood friends. I dunno how they came up with the name Charger)

45. Status: I’m single and I know it. 46. Zodiac: Aquarius 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show/s: 13 Reasons Why, Stranger Things, Littlest Big Shots. 49. Tattoos: No and never gonna do it. The only tattoo I’d did on my body is Henna tattoos cuz its not permanent, so I wont hve any regrets if I hate it. 50. Right or left hand: Right hand. 51. Surgery: Nope and I wish never..huhu. 52. Hair dyed in different color: No. My mom would get mad at me. 53. Sport: Softball. But there’s none in my recent school. so maybe sleep as a sport. 55. Vacation: I’d love to go to Paris, London, New York, KOREA, Phillippines, and etc. But unfortunately, I’m broke. 56. Pair of trainers: Yes..stuck in my shoerack. getting all dusty lol.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Just ate some Chicken Nuggetssss... 58. Drinking: Haven’t drink anything yet. 59. I’m about to: take a bath but I’m so lazy rn. 61. Waiting for: school cuz I cant wait to see new faces (hopefully some hot guys). 62. Want: To stay in bed all day long without anyone disturbing me. 63. Get married: Yes..I’d love to see how my babies looks like. lololol 64. Career: Not yet. Still a student. Maybe I’m gonna be a pharmacist. But who knows what the future holds. 65. Hugs or kisses: Both. 66. Lips or eyes: Both. Depends on which one is the most nice to look at..hehe 67. Shorter or taller: Of course, taller! 68. Older or younger: Older. Cuz I need someone who’s matured enough who can handle my unmaturedness.. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: BOTH! XD Do you really have to ask? 71. Sensitive or loud: Loud maybe..I’m not sure about this. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship is better. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Nope! 75. Drank hard liquor: Never! 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope. I don’t wear glasses or lenses. 77. Turned someone down: Yes. Just a few days ago. 78. Sex in the first date: Nah to the ah to the no no no! 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yes. 80. Had your heart broken: Ow YES! Many times. 81. Been arrested: Nope and I hope not in the future. 82. Cried when someone died: Yes, if that person is very close to me. 83. Fallen for a friend: Nopezzz...

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. 85. Miracles: Yes! 86. Love at first sight: Maybe no. 87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss on the first date: Nope. I dunno...I don’t date much. 89. Angels: Yes.

OTHER:

90. Current best friend’s name: Thesaaa!!! @andromeda117 , and Aini. 91. Eyecolor: Brownish black. lol. 92. Favorite movie: Fifty Shades...UHUK UHUK..of Grey..UHUK UHUK..and Darker..UHUK UHUK.. EHEM! Ok, whats the question again? XD

Phew...what a long questions it is!

So now ur guys turn!

@marsydrowninginfandoms @quinn-kelly @jakemckenzieappreciationlife @everythingchoices @peepeetah @mermaidwarriorqueen

[jessicamckenzie]

20 Questions

Thank you for tagging me @mermaidwarriorqueen, @michellenguyens, @endlessraj, @annyvil and @xo-endlessmayhem-xo! ✨✨

Rules: Answer 20 Questions and tag 20 followers you want to know better.

1) Name: Jessica

2) Nickname: JLo- not because I can sing or dance but because my last name is literally ‘Lo” 

3) Zodiac sign: Taurus

4) Height: 5′3

5) Ethnicity: Chinese (Cantonese)

6) Orientation: Straight

7) Favorite Fruit: Mango

8) Favorite Season: Autumn

9) Favorite Book: Hmm not sure if I have a fave but I’ve been reading the GoT books which are excellent if you enjoy the show

10) Favorite Song: Singing Low by The Fray

11) Favorite Scent: The English pear and Freesia cologne from Jo Malone is lovely

12) Favorite Color: blue-grey/dusty pink

13) Favorite Animals: DOGS! I am such a dog person omg

14) Favorite Beverage: Coffee because I live for caffeine

15) Favorite Movie: All the Harry Potter movies honestly

16) Favorite Characters: Jake McKenzie from Endless Summer obviously, Barry Allen from the Flash, Sansa Stark from GoT and I have a soft spot for Percy Jackson from PJO/HoO

17) Blanket Number: 1

18) Cat or dog: Dog!

19) Follower number: 39 (lol not many compared to you guys)

20) Blog created at: A few years ago? But I changed it to choices blog a few months ago

Sorry if you’ve done this already but I tag @jakesmckenzie, @jacobmckenzies, @captainsteverogerslover, @buckybarneswhat, @larosecontent, @krystas, @kara-choices, @hollyashton, @merakifangirl, @choicesimaginesandmore, @choochoochoosy, @justapapercut, @venuspisces90, @punexpectedly, @firefly-hwufanficwriter, @boyscoutmckenzie, @princess-scarletxx, @quinn-kelly, @zahranamazis, @endlesszig