#hope I was clear enough hhhhhh

[silencedrowns]

hi I’m a very long time cosplayer (20+ years experience) who has chronic headache and migraine problems and this is a post about how to prevent your cosplay wigs from giving you painful headaches! Nobody likes wandering around the con in blinding pain and so hopefully this post will help you reduce the chances of this happening.

1. If your wig is way too tight, don’t use it. Get something with a bigger cap. tbh I often wear slightly too big wigs to reduce the pressure! Find out what brands and sellers sell wigs that are comfy on your head and prioritize buying wigs from them! I made a big master list of cosplay wig sellers a while back so here’s a few you might not have known about. Arda (and its Canadian and European sites) sells by far the biggest wigs, but I personally find Classe the most comfortable for my specific head. It’s all very YMMV and it’s totally possible for a wig to not actually be too small but fit your head in an uncomfortable way (Blue Beard on taobao does this to me every time), so just don’t buy from suppliers that do that. Also consider resizing wigs to be larger! For wig clients with extra large heads I like to nip the edge of the wig right behind the ear where your ear and hair from above will cover it and add in a little godet of elastic.

2. Reduce weight! A heavy wig will make head pain much more likely, so here’s a few tips on wig weight reduction!

A) if your wig doesn’t need a ton of volume and is already very dense, rip out some wefts in the bottom half. Anything on the part of your head from the ridge where your head starts going in towards your neck won’t really show unless your wig is very short and it’ll obviously reduce weight instantly! You can replace any missing volume with light crimping or light heat and tease, or leave the wig as is for a natural and silky look without the unnatural volume of a cosplay wig.

B) if you need more volume in your wig, instead of going straight to adding wefts for more volume, see first if combining crimping with heat and tease at the roots will give you the extra volume you need! Crimping or heat and tease adds volume and if you straight up destroy the fiber in the first two inches from the scalp by doing both repeatedly, it’ll add huge volume without you needing to add extra hair! When I do this I like to heat the fiber near the roots, tease it, let it cool, crimp the teased part, let THAT cool, and then brush it out. You can flat out double the perceived volume in the back of the wig this way!

C) if your character has a high ponytail or high pigtails, consider using clip on ponytails that you can easily remove if you need the weight off your head right the fuck now. here’s two tutorials I swear by for making a short wig + clip on combination look more natural! They’re in Japanese but easily comprehensible if you use machine translation thanks to the clear photography. They also help with spreading out the weight on the wig itself, and if your hair is long enough, using a clip on with a fishnet wig cap and clipping through the wig and into your real hair will also he lp make it more secure and distribute weight more evenly.

if your character has high pigtails

if your character has a high ponytail

D) when you need extra wefts, opt for sewing in wefts rather than gluing whenever possible. Glue doesn’t seem heavy but enough of it can make a wig get real heavy REAL fast.

E) redirecting the weight to your entire head and not just the front hairline will feel lighter and give you less forehead tension, which is one of the biggest causes of wig headache. Toupee clips sewn evenly around the edges and a Wig Fix https://therenatural.com (the name brand one, the knockoffs genuinely don’t work half as well) can help with doing this. A Wig Fix will also let you use fewer pins to keep your wig on, which is another cause of wig headache. Can’t suggest trying those enough. There are also some velvet wig grips out there but I find those don’t work quite as well, but they’re by far better than nothing.

3) make sure your wig is easy to remove. A lot of characters have horns or veils or other head things on top of the wig so make sure those can easily come off if you need a wig break! I’m a big proponent of using wig glue or double stick tape to glue strands (face framing layers etc) to your face for a more natural and more flattering look, but if you get headaches from wigs, keep that glue or tape in your bag so if you have to de-wig for a bit, you can get it back on!

4) take the ibuprofen or whatever BEFORE you put the wig on, and not when your wig is already making your head miserable! It’s like taking the ibuprofen before you wear the horrible shoes for a special event; it’s more effective in advance.

5) what are your normal headache triggers? Make sure you’re doing the work to EXTRA avoid them before wearing a cosplay wig. Stay hydrated. Keep up with your electrolytes. If you have any food triggers, make sure you’re managing them properly.

6) try multiple types of wig cap before deciding which ones to use! I’m a big fan of the fishnet kind because I’m in agony every time I try to use the stocking kind. Some people find relief in doing pin curls under their cap, and @/battleangelgif on twitter suggested doing this with damp hair the night before you wear the wig. There are tons of methods! Stretching out fishnet caps can be done more effectively when they’re slightly damp and that’ll make them pinch less. Experiment with what you like best to keep your irl hair in place and once you find a method you like, go for it! Make that your go-to!

7) always remember: wearing a short wig is less miserable than wearing a wig to your ankles. consider very carefully whether or not you can actually handle that wig that’s as long as you are tall. sometimes you just can’t and that’s okay! reduce the length of any super long haired character to hip length and it’ll be FINE. I swear. It’ll still read as super long and it won’t be as terrible.

8) always remember you can just. take the entire wig and cosplay off if you’re in agony. it’s not worth it. don’t do that to yourself. If the migraine hits anyway, just take it off.

Hope some of this might help you out! Focusing on reducing and redistributing weight is what helps me out the most 😌 feel free to reply or reblog or message with questions and I’ll try and get back to you ASAP!

[adrift-in-thyme]

Hiya Trin! I’d love the commentary on this bit from your one whumptober fic :D It hurts so much, Time’s rambling is just. hhhhhh. much ow.

As gently as possible he pushes Time back onto the log, even as the older hero tries to wrench himself out of his grip. Twilight can feel the panic building steadily within him like water boiling in a kettle. If he can just get him to settle down before it grows out of control…

“You can’t–” The old man gasps, breathless and trembling. “Twi..Twilight…I have to…No!”

Abruptly, he reels back. Before Twilight can react, a fist collides with his face. The rancher stumbles. His grasp slips. With surprising speed, Time lunges for his sword.

“Ganondorf is coming!”

The fear is blatantly visible on his face now, terror audible in his voice. Twilight freezes, hand stopping halfway through its journey to touch his newly bruised cheek.

He’s not the only one with the arm strength of a moblin, apparently.

“Sweet Ordona…”

Time whirls and the rancher is forced to leap out of the way of his sword’s reach.

“Have to get the sages, have to save Zelda…” He takes a stumbling step forward. A particularly violent shudder races through him and the weapon slips from his grip to land with a dull thump on the earthen ground. “Get to the castle….can’t lose this time–all going to die…what a terrible fate…”

Twilight ducks down and snatches Time’s claymore before he can reach for it again. At that moment, Wild scrambles up to his side.

“Here!” He grabs the sword and presses a potion into Twilight’s hands instead. “Lemme get this out of reach and I’ll come help you hold him down.”

Twilight nods. He clenches his hand around the bottle, forcing an inhale through his nose. Time’s words have cut him straight to the core and left him winded and shaky. Never before has he seen the old man this vulnerable, this scared. It just isn’t right, to see his mentor gaze at him like a child seeking refuge from the monsters that stalk the night.

…a child with the world on his small shoulders.

“Time.” His voice trembles the slightest bit and he clears his throat. “I need you to trust me.”

Time freezes before him, teeth chattering, breath coming on haggard half-gasps. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

“N-no.” He shakes his head. “Only have three days. The clock resets — e-everything’s over. Have to sta…start again and I can’t… please don’t make me.”

He’s speaking pure nonsense now — at least Twilight desperately hopes that’s what this is — but it’s enough to shatter his heart. What nightmares has the hero endured to inspire a plea like this? What secrets haunt him?

…what regrets?

Ooh I had a lot of fun writing that part lol

So this fic — and this snippet — came out of a mixture of my combined mission to write what I want to read (which in this case was a Time sickfic XD) and to allow Time to be vulnerable. Because while none of the boys are particularly great at being vulnerable I feel like he’s one of the worst (in part because he kinda becomes their unofficial leader/parental figure leaving him no choice but to be strong). And what better way to get a guy to open up about all that juicy trauma than to give him a dangerously high fever? XD And if I could throw in some angst with Twilight (who I’ve realized during a recent reread doesn’t actually know much of Time’s backstory) learning in the worst way some of the stuff his mentor has endured? Even better.

So Twilight is thrown into this situation that no one wants to be in — seeing the terribly human weakness in someone they look up to. And I wanted him to see all of that weakness. I tend to forget how traumatizing OoT was for Time because Majora’s Mask’s creepy vibes made the haunting moments of that journey more prominent for me. But I made a point to make myself remember that here (hence the stuff about Ganondorf, the sages, and Zelda). Plus, at this point I headcanon that Time knows at least a little about the Downfall timeline and his fate in it. So, he references that too (saying that he can’t lose this time).

Basically, Time feels like a kid again. He’s scared, he thinks the sky’s gonna fall at any moment. But so does Twilight. Because here’s two extremes: the hero who soldiered on all day and the broken man who is still trying to save everyone despite being dangerously sick. It’s terrifying tbh. Plus this dude just punched him and he isn’t even sure what to think about that (besides OUCH and RUDE lol).

And Wild’s thrown through a loop too. He’s not as close to Time as Twilight is but they definitely are close. And he’s seeing some of himself in Time rn. He knows what it’s like to have your worst memories come back at the worst times. Which is why he immediately wants to jump in and help Twilight (he also feels bad his brother got punched lol).

Basically a bad time (hehe) for all

And Twilight’s definitely gonna have some questions for Time after this. He may not ask them outright (he doesn’t want to pry). But he always wondered what caused Time to become the Hero’s Shade and now he’s thinking…is all this crazy, nonsense-sounding stuff what basically tied him to this plane of existence? He needs some answers

I feel like I’m rambling so I’m gonna stop now lol but thanks!! <33

[wild-houseplant]

hhhhhh I ran out of tags so quickly ToT I really thought I had more available my golly Anyway the rant continues here!

Them kids of theirs are going to have to marry the spouse of professional chefs or bakers or something... and I feel even then they’d be eating this slice of the baker’s finest plum pie and amid the VERY polite smile their hearts would both sink and become terribly smug because Mum and Dad’s pie is better by a country mile.

Also just? Cooking is great because you’re doing the food stuff, and you’re talking out the kitchen window with the neighbours and passers-by (who consistently half-joke that they hope ‘Stala and Zevvo have put a plate out for them too), and you can dance while you wait for the food to cook and ough the domestic scenes here are so lovely I’m wild about them your honour 8D

and BEACH????? T^T OHHHHH the water must be really good for Astala’s hip, too. Minimal strain on the joint because it’s not weight bearing exercise but it IS fantastic for building muscle and flexibility. Which will also help when they’re out of the water!! Plus everyone extols the virtue of salt water fixing everything and I’m sure that’s no different in Thedas. I imagine the beaches are much cleaner in Antiva than the port of denerim which must delight Astala to no end, too. Crystal-clear water, seeing the fish and plucking up a few gorgeous iridescent shells with Zevvo, who scratches around to find her one with the mollusc still living in it 8D And hey. If it’s edible maybe that goes in the dinner pot that night? impromptu frutti di mare chowder :D ough and those two being defined by-- mostly serious stuff but certainly with a healthy dose of Silly Sausage Hours sounds about right and HONESTLY. With all the stuff they’ve been through (and are going through) collectively and individually they need all those Big Things to get the solid foundation to weather all that. Seriously they must have the wildest workloads of just about anyone on the entire continent-- and those jobs are big enough. They have KIDS they have FAMILY they have the usual spouse gig and that house wont’ take care of itself OUGH. And they STILL have time for the good shit like cooking and hitting the beach and the things that inject a bit of pleasantness into it all.

Honestly I love the take that it’s not all fun and games BUT when the serious stuff comes out it happens privately. There must be so many people that want to undermine that relationship, and being reasonably public figures must put them under a lot of scrutiny. If not from the populace at large, then certainly from people who would love to watch them crumble. They’re so responsible and savvy about the whole thing it’s fantastic!! And as for putting the kids first... well if that isn’t on-brand for those two, I’ll eat my hat. It’s a hard thing to have to plan for but hey. Shit happens. Especially, it seems, if you’re a Crow or a Tabris 8( Also I’m not sure if I was surprised that Astala was the bigger crier of the two simply because I can’t picture her going to tears very often, if at all? I think that’s what it is. To be fair, your average Tabris really Goes Through It, but good for her honestly! Handy that she feels better handling that alone, for both her and Zev’s sakes-- it’s nice to not have to address every single thing that might warrant talking out or whatever (as it would be in Zev’s case handling those emotions). Thank you sooooo so so sos os so much for indulging me!!! You know I love Large Amounts of Lore-- especially when it comes to Astala my dearly beloved UuU What a treasure she is!! And what a treasure you are for showering me with the good stuff!! :D :D :D :D

HI hello I saw you share that ship ask game and I have come PREPARED with multiple rounds if permitted 😈😈😈😈😈

So if I may, for Astala (my beloved!!!!!) and Zev (her beloved!!!) Can I please ask:

- 4

- 10

- 23

And/or

- 37

You know the drill, best beloved. As many or few as you like, but the warning remains: allow me to pester you further and by God I'll do it 🤣🤣 hope you have a gorgeous day!!!

Hello my chlorophyll-filled friend!! The asks are permitted and encouraged!! I love talking about these guys XD XD XD Buckle up, this is a long one. Let's go!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Both! They are both big on physical affection. Astala loves little casual touches, hugs, hooking arms or holding hands, leaning her head on Zevran's shoulder, or just bending over him and letting herself get heavy like a sack of potatoes. Zevran finds a font of neverending delight in casually affectionate touches that aren't means to an end and just exist because it's nice or because affection for him exists and moves Astala to express it.

As for other signs of affection, Zevran is the one who jumps to verbal affection quicker, and is very good at making Astala start blushing and grinning brightly. Astala's however pack a punch; she gets terribly serious and sappy, and Zevran needs a bit to recover from the onslaught of sweet words whenever the flood is set loose. Astala is quicker to jump to acts of service and little gifts: a food Zevran likes, a trinket that caught her eye and reminded her of him, that sort of things. This doubles when they are away; Astala makes sure to include something nice in almost every letter, and Zevran answers in kind.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

They share a passion for cooking and baking and generally making edible things! Food is a bit thing for them (yey for growing up without enough to go around) and one of the way they connect and share affection is by making sure the other is eating plenty good food. They both put on a healthy layer of fat once they retire from adventuring.

Fighting and swordplay is also something they share. While learned out of necessity and not always associated with the nicest memories, they do like to get out their weapons and spar from time to time. It keeps them sharp, it's fun, and, in Zevran's words, it gets the blood pumping. They also love to dance together. The injuries Astala has sustained from the Archdemon seriously limit the days they can do either of those things, but sometimes she'll take a worse pain day just for the chance of dancing or sparring with Zevran. Both are activities where they can take joy in each others' abilities, and that also require a certain amount of trust in each other (especially sparring, but also dancing with Astala's bad hip). And it's just fun.

Another thing they share is a love for the sea and warmer climates. Once they settle down in Antiva, they go to the beach or the shore often, take walks, run into the waves. Astala teaches Zevran how to properly ride the waves as they come into the shore. Zevran teaches Astala where to find the best seashells and stones. Sometimes they both just sit and soak in the sun or listen to the waves. They find that enjoying these things together makes them more beautiful (and, in turn, when they're not together, the sea makes them terribly nostalgic).

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Loyalty - They've gone through a lot together, and while they can and do stay apart, breaking apart the relationship in any way would break a significant part of themselves. Technically, they could do it, but it would be an ugly and very bloody process. So, together they stay, and they watch over their relationship like a hawk.

Trust and teamwork - Look, when you're the Hero of Ferelden and the Black Shadow, you have to be able to trust your spouse and know they will have your back no matter what. Sure, they hold each other accountable and argue, but that happens exclusively behind closed doors. That is private. They have each others' backs first and foremost.

Respect and admiration - They are both very capable individuals and they know it. A big part of their ability to teamwork is knowing what each of them is good at: Astala has a solid head for plans and for keeping a group together and coordinated, Zevran is very good at making plans become reality and at improvising. A big part of having each others' back, without question, is also their respect for each others' autonomy and decision-making capabilities, even when the other doesn't agree with the decision that has been made. This is a quality asked of them when Zevran goes to Antiva; Astala would rather have him at the Vigil and safe, and Zevran would rather she didn't throw herself into her work as arlessa the way she does (and didn't neglect investigating a plot to assassinate her???? Astala PLEASE!!) But Zevran let her go and kill the Archdemon, and Astala has carried them through the Blight like nobody else could have. They remind each other of that when something the other does makes cold, cold dread settle in their guts. On top of that, the admiration goes past admiration for mere skill. Zevran especially is a master at looking at things and enjoying them as they are. Astala, too, has developed an ability to see beauty wherever she goes. It serves them well, especially when their relationship is going through a rough patch, to remember what they like about each other and rediscover each other anew.

Lots of silly moments - And I mean lots of them. Poking each other, making jokes about other people (where other people can't hear them, obviously), pulling one on their kids, messing with the other Wardens, climbing a roof to sit on the rooftop, you name it. Their silly bones are very well developed, bless them 😌😌 Zevran swears it keeps them young, and he isn't wrong at all.

Kids come first - They had that talk before taking in Virel, Perinella and Carlo. The kids come first. If there's not enough food to go around, if they're being attacked and need to get to safety, if they're in mortal danger but the kids are in danger too, if they have an unexpected day off and are deciding what they should do, if work is getting busy, the kids go first. That is not to say that they don't take some of their free days and go out on a date. Or that they wouldn't do crazy, stupid, reckless things for each other if they were in danger. Or that work doesn't keep them tied to the table or out of the house for too long sometimes. But, on principle, the kids come first. If one of them is bleeding out on the floor and the other is with the kids, the other has to get the kids to safety. They promised each other that.

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Astala, but they both have their days. Astala in general is more comfortable with expressing emotions like grief, sadness, exhaustion disappointment and frustration (even though she's not as free in that expression as she could be). Zevran, by his upbringing, keeps a tight lid on all of that. Tears might even make him uncomfortable at first if they manage to reach that soft part of his heart that he has tried and failed to harden. Astala tries not to cry in front of him at first, because she can sense his discomfort and also prefers to cry in private, but with time the holds on both their emotions ease.

I will say though, Zevran cries of happiness more often than Astala. Happiness gets overwhelming.

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And that's the answers!! Kudos to you if you've taken the time to read through all of this XD XD XD XD It has become a bit longer than I thought, but that's what we're here for. More information!!

Hope you have a lovely day Plant!! Thank you for indulging me!! I love these two buggers so much

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

.........literally one of the unluckiest moments of my entire existence.... what the actual fuck.....

[early20sfailingplenty]

someone said something shitty to me the other day and I haven’t stopped thinking about how Bo would have been on them in two seconds flat for talking to HIS girl that way.

Like ha, you’re dead 😂😂

That probably shouldn’t comfort me as much as it does lmao but I thought I’d share

Ohhhh my god.😰Bo does not take at all kindly to people insulting the ones he loves hhhhhh it's okay that it comforts you! There's a lot of catharsis which can be found in horror, and who wouldn't want to be protected when it came down to it? Thank you for sharing hasdfghjkl ~ I was thinking on this some and I managed to spin a thing for you.👀

I woke up an hour ago; it’s like 718am so I hope this is okay!

TW; unspecified insult to reader, weapons, blood mention, murder, reader is morally grey, Bo is his own warning lmfao (I say this with love).

As always, GN!reader, no coded language, ‘you’ used!

Word count: 755.

Bo was usually playing up on his Southern Gentleman™ act when he came to pick you up from work in his pickup truck. He maintained that role until the truck was a safe distance away, and then he would let himself relax and you would have a proper greeting from the love of your life. But the second that shitty thing crossed the other person’s mouth while you were all waiting to exit the car park, the ruse dropped and Bo’s entire demeanour changed. His voice got a bit deeper, his smile faded into a cold cruel glare. Those baby blues you loved so much became ice, and his shoulders stiffened. A cold chill ran up your back and for a split second, you felt just a bit bad for the person who was stupid enough to insult you. Not just at all, but in front of Bo. 

But then the person smirked as if what they had said was funny, and you stopped feeling guilty. Mentally did it feel very much like grabbing popcorn so that you could better enjoy the show as Bo’s eyes narrowed. “You wanna say that shit again?” His voice was tight, his words running together as he stepped right up, challenging the person who had insulted you. Bo was intimidating and he knew how to make it even more so. He was giving the person an out, a way to change what they had said, though everyone had heard it loud and fuckin’ clear.

Fuckin’ asshole.

“Oh, so you can’t even stand up for yourself, Y/N? Sounds about right that you gotta get your shitty boyf - “

You had seen that look on Bo’s face before. That look when someone had just gotten themselves on the very top of his hit list. Those deaths were always the most brutal, the most unforgiving, the most awful, and this person had just bought themselves a one way ticket to Ambrose. You had a feeling that Lester would chuck ‘em in the roadkill pit. No way would Bo want to immortalise someone who had insulted you, and Vincent would be in agreement on that. The Sinclairs looked out for one another and that included you. 

“Y’think ya’ real funny, don’t’cha?” Bo looked left, right, took a step forward. His chin dipped, his eyes narrowed, his shoulders set as one hand dipped behind him. “I don’t. Ya’ fuckin’ dead.” You caught the silver flash of a blade from Bo’s back pocket, a deft flick of his scarred wrist all he needed to access his preferred weapon of choice. There was the rustling of Bo’s Dickies and then the person suddenly dropped, blood seeping out onto the asphalt, though you couldn’t see where Bo had struck. Efficient, quick and brutal was he. Bo smirked to himself and you could see that he enjoyed what he did. Perhaps you found a bit too much comfort in the way he protected you, but what did it matter? 

What was done was done.

Bo wasn’t even breaking a sweat, so strong was he, and he turned to you, taking you in fully since that person had insulted you. “C’mere, darlin’,” Though Bo’s jaw was set, his eyes still hard and his shoulders still straightened as he stood at his full height, you felt so safe in going to him. His arms, already opened in preparation of you, enclosed you and you melted into Bo’s chest, your arms winding around his neck and your face burrowed into his chest. if that meant being stood uncomfortably, then so fucking be it. You wanted Bo and you wanted him now. “Ain’t right what they said, Y/N’.” Bo’s arms tightened further around you and you smiled, the gesture hidden by his black clothing, but he shifted to better accommodate you and a strong hand ran up and down your back in smooth, solid motions. Bo ducked his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, and then he slowly let you go, one hand on your forearm and the other digging into his pocket for his phone.

“Lester, meet me at - “ Bo gave Lester the name of your workplace. “Got sumthin’ to go in the pit. It don’t deserve Ambrose.”

You would never be brave enough to point out all the things wrong with the last sentence. Still, you were safe, loved, protected and you gave as good as you got in every way. It wasn’t an easy relationship, but nothing worth doing ever was.

[wodenscild]

Hello little agender creature that appears to be om the same boat as me! Haha yeah sexuality crisis boat ofcourse. So no crush but a squish. I honestly can't tell them apart so please teach me how.

Yes so i think I'm pansexual right but also demiromantic and maybe demisexual?? But also i think a lot of people i barely know look attractive?? But i dont like them?? Why must this be so confusing :< and also how many things can you be? Like ya got sexuality then also the ace-spectrum and also demi things and also polyglamerous i think and gender and gender-addons and I'm just more and more confused :-;

I just yell at my brain to shut up and turn music on so loud i cant hear my thoughts. It's easier than tryna figure this hella big pile of shit out, and maybe I'll get the courage to do it later. Not right now. Periods are the worst i don't want to do anything but eat chocolate and play videogames, lucky that it's weekend

-Mystery anon 1

The euphoria from being called an agender creature >.< oddly reassuring thank you <33 been having some dysphoria issues lately ToT but AAAAAA IDK THE DIFFERENCE ANYMORE EITHER I MIGHT BE ARO IDK- I hoping when I move to the new city I will meet a lot of people that I can explore things with so it will make things more clear-

Though I figured out that this particular instance is a squish but really intense because I am seeing her so soon & will be living with her the excitement sorta enhanced it- if I tried to ignore that I feel the same about her as I do with Fénix, Galaxy, & Birb <33 so I guess by comparing I think this is a squish :D

& sexuality wise- hhhhhh I don’t even know anymore?? Am I bi?? Am I ace?? Am I just dysphoric?? OH OMGS THAT REMINDS ME BELOVED ANONYMOUS :”D my roommate to be told me that there are a tonne of surgeons in her state, so went to an LGBT meet up today to see if she can’t put me down on a wait list to talk to someone about the possibility of getting a radical orchiectomy & penectomy which is just- SO COOL I HOPE SHE FOUND SOME LISTS FOR ME TO TALK WITH WHEN I GET THERE >.< I am really excited for this :]

But yeaaahhhhhh sexuality & romantic orientation is just complicated :// I could not sleep at all last night from my anxiety & trying to figure it out- funnily enough my gender (or lack there of lol) is what I feel most confident in- I have been confidently agender for- gods maybe 2-3 years? I had a year as transfem due to some disheartening stuff with how… gender nullification surgery is largely unavailable so I felt like the only way I could get rid of that stuff was with vaginoplasty & to make myself comfortable with that I tried to convince myself I was transfem but that- crashed & burned DKFKSKDKFKSKEKE

༼ つ ◕ ◡ ◕ ���つ that is the best way to deal with questioning your identity ToT I rather just vibe & play games than figuring out what I am attracted to & what I want- also best of luck with the period mate!! I hope it won’t be too much of a pain (relatively & if at all possible)- OH & HAPPY WEEKEND <33

Much love,

Mesa

[linklocus]

It's Ghostbur (DreamSMP) again!! :D

This is more of a question than a confession, but is it okay to interact with IRLs, Alters etc. as an Otherlink(er?). The fact that otherlinking is voluntary makes me feel this sort of personal illegitimacy and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with me or make anyone think I'm just roleplaying with them. I mean, yeah, I am Ghostbur, but also I don't want to make anyone with involuntary identities feel invalidated by my prescence. I guess I'm just looking for some advice or affirmation?

- Ghostbur (DSMP) here again (sorry) to correct myself. I don't think "affirmation" was the right word but more so assurance? That's all hhhhhh

In my personal experience: It depends.

I wish I could give you a clear answer, but it really depends on the person you're talking to, and there's no clear-cut ways to know whether or not they're comfortable talking to 'linkers unless they outright state that they're uncomfortable with types of alterhumanity outside of the borders they set. Some people do point out borders, but a lot of people don't because they don't feel the need to. Like, an otherkin sending out a kin call expecting only 'kin to see it. What you can do when seeing such a call is saying "Hi, I'm an otherlinker of... so I'd love to talk.". You'll see whether or not they react. If you're already talking, I'd recommend letting them know early on and asking them if that makes them uncomfortable. It's a hard question to ask out of fear of rejection but it's what's right to do and doesn't breed problems down the line.

Then also, a lot of people don't even know what otherlinking is! Be ready to go through the process of explaining it to them.

You're absolutely not illegitimate. Linking isn't rping and if someone views you as illegitimate it's best you stay away from them. If you catch the vibe that they're viewing you that way, confront them and/or distance yourself. And if someone thinks you're just roleplaying with them because your identity is volutary, then that's on them and not you. 1. Linking isn't rping. 2. If they feel like you're viewing them to be a linker instead of whatever they are (irl, fictive, kin, ...) and thus feel disrespected, I trust you're mentally capable enough to not equate everyone's experience to be the same as yours and instead view them as Them. Like. If someone believes in angels and I don't, I'm not gonna go around thinking they're weird. I'll go on knowing that that is their reality and not second-guess THEIR position, only my own position. They can't read your mind, so if they feel you're thinking that, all you can do is see if you might be sending off the wrong signals. It very well might not be you doing anything, but their own anxieties imagining things. I hope that makes sense.

[katsuriin]

Ooo for the fanfic tropes you should do the seventh one with SHINSOU because that would lead to so much sweetness the world would physically not be able to take it LOL- Love your blog btw~

hide and seek ❥ Shinsou X Reader

wc: 0.7k

gn!reader

a/n: y’all,,, it’s been a while,,, but I’m back and I’m forcing myself to write my way out of this shitty writers block hhHHhh but I tried my best and I hope this is okay baby thank you for the request <333

the fanfic trope list mentioned

ok so y'all are at a training camp where eveRYTHING DOESN'T GO WRONG DJDJHSJHS

I hc a huge hide and seek game taking place at these training camps after hours and all the teachers know about it but pretend it doesn't happen because they know these kids need a bREAK

the second Denki cornered you and loudly whispered the plan into your ear bro you were game, it was gonna be so much fuN

everyone knows that Shinsou is basically an extension of you ur a 2 for 1 deal, you're best friends!! you're the only one he is truly whipped for omG

but not gonna lie he was pissed at you for dragging him to this game, kitten just wants to sleep 

he won't admit it out loud until much later on but he only agreed because he never missed out on spending more time with you if he could help it omg baby

so it's 11pm and it is dark as heLL so you're a tiny bit scared

Bakugou whisper yells when he gets picked to be the seeker and before you know it everyone is sprinting for their lives to get away as fast as possible

you hear a sigh beside you but before you look at him, Shinsou's already grabbed your hand and sprinting towards the forest

you both run for 5 minutes but it feels like an hour so when you stop you're all kinds of out of breath and Shinsou is just :p still holding your hand though smooth fucker

deciding to lay low, you scope out a pretty good hiding spot, a clearing just about big enough for you both surrounded by some huge bushes

you hear a yell vEry close by and decide to just jump in whilst Toshi is still climbing in

you both land with an oof but stay deadly quiet as you hear approaching footsteps

The only sounds that fill the air between you are your low breaths and the sound of fast approaching steps. You're practically on top of the lavender haired boy, his arms snaked around your waist and holding you close so that none of your body can be seen. You can feel your heartbeat in your head as you hear Bakugou growl to the people he's already caught hands down he catches bakusquad first because they all tried to climb the same damn tree. The footsteps stop for a second and you feel his arms tighten around you, before you hear them walking away.

As soon as they're out of ear shot you sigh in relief, burying your face on Shinsou's chest whilst the tension leaves his body. 

"We are never doing this again [y/n]" he groans quietly.

"What do you mean that was so fun!!" He lifts his head to look at you, your chin resting on his chest whilst your eyes show nothing but pure thrill. Without any warning he leans forward to land a quick kiss on your lips. 

If you hadn't just been kissed by your long term crush you probably would have laughed at how wide his eyes were. He sat up, forcing you to straddle him as he stuttered out apologies and removed his arms from around you. You sat stunned for a second before cupping his cheeks in your hands, effectively shutting him up. His eyes soften when he sees the smile on your face and he just knows. In an instant his lips are pressed against yours and his hands are on the small of your back again. Your arms slowly move to rest on his shoulders as your lips glide over each others softly, hands toying with his hair. His fingers brush your waist, tickling you in the process and when you squeak, he can't help but smile into the kiss. He pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, his eyes still closed and his breath coming out in short puffs. 

"If I open my eyes...you're still going to be here right?" he asked softly, bringing his hand to rest on top of yours on his cheek.

"Of course Toshi, you're stuck with me forever now" At this his eyes flutter open. A small smiles graces his lips when he sees your flushed cheeks, your puffed up lips, your smiling eyes and he finds himself leaning in to kiss you again.

[cullxtheherd]

@joannabethharvelle hi i have no control over myself bye [x]

Linking up to the grappling point Jacob Seed winces into the darkness surrounding the sheen of his headlamp below. “Christ,” He remarks, going over the edge, “I am getting too old for this shit.” The upper levels of the mine are occupied by a healthy number of his men and, confident in his skills, he rappels down in search of something other than the humdrum banality of the day-to-day routine.

He isn’t sure what Rachel and her team have been up to around these parts but as he touches down the stench of manufactured Bliss tinges the atmosphere, it’s ghostly green blurring up the edges of his vision. “Dumbest mess I ever heard of,” He grumbles annoyed and mocking the most recent installation of Faith Seed, “Let’s put it everywhere, brother Jacob, wah-wah-wah. We can put it in the water- p l e a s e, Rachel.”

Unlatching from the secure line he looks around, “Put it in the water my ASS!” Trying to get a sense of the size of the cavern he is in he reaches up, manually swiveling the light source attached to his head. “Stupid bitch o’clock, all the time.” Feeling more incensed than usual he drags on, “Who in their right fuckin’ minds woullll-hhhHHH!”

The last thing he is expecting to see down here in the dank gloom is a person staring back at him, slumped as they are. And especially not the Rookie. It takes him only a second to shake off the startle she’s given him, “Looks like you’ve got yourself in some kinda’ pickle, huh?”

Adjusting the light he makes his way, large and looming as he is and casting jagged, horrible shadows against the rock wall she’s using for support. “Hm,” It’s all he has to say on the matter of her injuries as he stoops nearby and he reaches into the pack he carries against his rear. “Sit still or I’ll make you,” Given the Bliss laden air he clarifies, “Understand?”

Not waiting for an answer he tucks a large wad of wild sage between his molars and he chews, “Ain’t got much by way of things for something like this,” Removing the bitten down plant matter he sticks it in the opening of an infected looking wound, “Quit your damn hollerin’.” Moving to undo his belt he gripes loudly as well, “Can’t hear myself think, woman.”

It isn’t ideal but he does recognize the need for improvisation in this situation so he grasps the hunting knife, unsheathing it from the holster on his thigh in a fluid, practiced motion. Moving a few feet away he eyes a pile of nearby sticks that have been left here by God-knows-who from fuck-knows-where to make some kind of semi-functional fire. They aren’t perfect and one is half rotten but, “Leg looks serious. I don’t think there’s no way you’re getting out of here without some fashion of splint, girl.”

Taking a half second of pity on her and her situation he shuts up, hands busy lopping off a short length of his belt. Gathering what usable support he can from the pile of branches he sets them down closer to where she is, occupying himself for longer than he needs. “Here,” He passes the shorn bit of leather to her and a small, quarter full, uncorked vial of Bliss, “You take that and bite down.”

Jacob Seed is an observant individual and the way she eyes him makes his expression sour. He isn’t by any means put off by her apprehension but he does think her smarter for it. “Now let’s make one thing clear here, between you and I, darlin’: I don’t like you just as much as you hate me. I don’t admire you or your mission or whatever crusade you’re on down here.” He eyes her seriously, glaring before speaking again, “But.” The word hangs, heavy, “You’re only useful to me alive, tool.”

“We go topside and split our separate ways you keep your fucking mouth shut about this, you understand me?” He hasn’t been patient or particularly careful with her as of yet, annoyed by her general presence in Hope County and, now, in his way and in need as she is? He very nearly gags, sick with the thought of fraternizing on this level with the enemy.

“Now,” Shifting focus back to the task at hand he grips a wide, meaty hand above her ankle, “You say when and we’re settin’ this leg best I can.” Taking a side eye, fleeting look up at her he goes for useless distraction instead of action, lips moving for the sheer droning rhythm.

“You know, one time, Joseph came tearing up outta’ the fields, headed right for the barn where I was workin',” He speaks as if she was there, or knows anything surrounding that time of their lives; he doubts she has read the Book. “Just a hollerin’ and carryin’ on: Jacob, Jacob!!” When he is sure the Rookie isn’t paying attention he places his hand above the break, “The new Mama’ broke Johnny’s fingers, come quick!”

“Those people were vile- yes! Even worse than me, honey.” Taking in a slow, deep breath he musters all the strength in his body, “And I said,” Without warning or hesitation he pulls and pushes, her colored and varied language selection filling in the blanks. “Nothing at all,” Jacob very nearly hollers over her, remembering needing any kind of available anchor point during times of trauma, “I set her God damn livelihood on fire.”

Moving quickly he doesn't have time to think, field training taking over as he braces his meagre splinting material with the remains of his belt. It isn’t long enough. “Fucking! Give me your belt- now!” Jacob doesn’t wait, "Come on, come on!" He reaches trying to hurry her along with impatient, wiggling fingers and when it is undone he pulls harshly at the end he is given, "Finally."

It doesn’t take long for him to finish what he has started and? He’s certainly done better work with less supplies. But? It is dark and it will have to do.

Though it isn’t what anyone would call temperate down here he sweats from the exertion of giving it his best under the circumstances. Despite listing his distaste for her moments ago he slops against the rock wall beside her, catching his breath. He eyes her curiously, taking care not to be seen.

“Not sure when I ran out of gauze,” He makes mindless conversation to fill the cavern with anything but pained, labored breathing and expletives. “This’ll have to do for now,” Shrugging out of his 86th emblazoned camouflage he motions, “Just need a second.” He says it more for her than himself, certain the only thing keeping her from going into total shock is the copious amount of Bliss in the air and, now, in her system.

The walkie pinched to his pack grumbles to life and he takes his attention away from her for the time being. The group exploring the cave above is concerned about the various and sundry noises. He is quick to order them outside with a directive to set up camp both topside and at the lower rear exit - he will need supplies and cover and it will be much too easy to send those occupying out.

“So,” He says, hunched over her and tying his shirt tightly when she comes to again, “Got a name besides Rookie? Or do you just prefer Deputy?”

[minijenn]

Keys to the Kingdom Preview

hhhhhh writing is slow going during the holiday/moving week but I’m trying to make something happen. Anyway have some Riku being a good and immensely concerned boyfriend while Mickey Mouse just stands by and shrugs like a useless idiot what else is new: 

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“We can’t go back,” Riku interrupts before Mickey can even get another word out. His tone is tight and tense between his short, anxious breaths, his expression every bit as distressed to match. And all the while, his eyes never leave the dark sea before him, set on the exact spot Sora had stood before he’d been stolen away. “We can’t, I won’t. Not without Sora.”

Surprisingly, the king doesn’t try to argue with such intense resistance, instead nodding his fretful agreement. “We can’t go back without Aqua either. Not again,” he says, sparing a worried look toward the sea. “But… I don’t know how we’re gonna go about finding either of them now…”

“I-I’ll dive down there to look for them,” Riku volunteers without a second thought. He pushes himself to properly sit up, but even then it’s clear he can’t do much more beyond that in his current condition. Despite the possibly impossible resolve he’s trying to commit himself to. 

“W-what?!” Mickey exclaims, aptly alarmed. Especially as he hears the low moan of pain Riku tries his best to suppress amidst his ongoing struggle to simply stand. “But you can’t! Your leg-”

“I don’t care!” Riku snaps without thinking. Mostly because he can’t spare the time to do so, not when Sora’s very life might be in such grave danger. “I-I’ll just ignore it. I have to; he came all this way to save me, even after I-” After he’d yelled at Sora, how he’d criticized him, how he’d punished him for something he should have spent his time helping him with instead. It all seems so petty, so pointless, so downright foolish now that Riku can’t even bring himself to say any of it out loud. So instead, he decides to focus on the present--and the future--instead of the past; it’s the most he can do to keep his mounting regrets from overwhelming him entirely. “Sora wouldn’t leave me behind. I’m not leaving him behind either.”

Mickey sighs at this, understanding Riku’s selfless, if not somewhat daunting intent. And under normal circumstances, he would hesitantly allow him to take such a risk, if not eagerly volunteer to join him. But now, he can tell, his usually very rational, level headed companion’s emotions are getting the better of him. His desperate desire to do anything he can to save Sora is rising far above his usual threshold of common sense, even if his physical injuries continue to hold him back from pursuing that desire. 

“Aw, Riku, you know I wanna help Sora, and Aqua,” the king frowns, knowing that the fallen master still needs more help than ever now. “But you’re hurt, and… well, if we try to dive down there to look for them, we could end up just as lost as they are!”

“So what? You’re saying we should just leave them stuck down there?!” Riku asks. His voice comes out far more strained, far more harsh and accusing than he would have liked it to be. 

“N-no, of course not!” Mickey shakes his head. “It’s just that-” He stops short, briefly searching for the best way to approach this. The best way to keep Riku from doing something that could thrust him into the same sort of danger Sora and Aqua are both likely already in. “W-well, Sora found a way here all on his own, didn’t he? If that’s true, then I’m willing to bet anything that he’ll be able to find a way out of there too,” he nods over to the dark sea before them. A sea that makes Riku’s heart sink more and more each time he spares a glance at its still unchanged waters. 

“B-but… I-I can’t just…” he falters miserably as his leg hitches in pain once more. He knows he can’t simply just wait here for something, anything to happen. And he also knows he really doesn’t have any other choice but to do exactly that. 

“And besides,” Mickey goes on, offering him a small, encouraging smile. “You said so yourself: Sora can swim out of any darkness!” Riku winces at this reminder of something he said what feels like so long ago now. Before he knew a single thing about the monstrous darkness that managed to somehow find a place inside Sora’s heart, darkness that Riku fears could overtake him entirely within the depths of the shadowed sea he’s sunken beneath. "And who knows?” the king adds, still showing the kind of optimism Riku can’t help but be envious for at a moment like this. “Maybe while he’s down there, he might even be able to help Aqua out too!”

“But… if he can’t even get himself out of there, then…” Riku trails off, unable to even finish such a horrible thought. 

“Something tells me that won’t be too hard for someone like Sora,” Mickey says with a light chuckle in an effort to raise Riku’s spirits. An effort that doesn’t really work as the king only hears him let out a short, frustrated groan in response to it. “I know you really wanna help him, Riku, but… I think all we can do now is just have a little faith that he’ll be able to make it out on his own.”

“So just… believe in him?” Riku asks with a bit of a defeated sigh. “I already do. I always have, but… that feels like it’s nowhere near enough to help him now…”

“Well, you never know,” the king shrugged, clearly far more hopeful than his companion was at the moment. “After all, that might be just the very thing Sora needs to find his way back to you!”

Riku says nothing to respond to this. Instead, he turns back toward the dark sea, wishing he could run out to it, wishing he could dive into its murky depths, wishing he could search its frigid waves for Sora, wishing he could pull him back out of that ocean, back out of this horrid shadow realm, back into the light where they both truly belong. But for now, it seems that wishing, wondering, believing that Sora will find his own way back to the light is the most Riku can really do aside from wait. 

Wait, and hope that Sora can somehow pull off yet another miracle before it's too late.

[imadetheline]

just read your Vader&Luke stories and omg I love them so much 🥺 your Vader is so scary and obsessive but also very sweet and loving in a terrifying way?? and your Luke is so earnestly sweet and kind and hopeful and optimistic and idealistic and wonderful.......... love how your Luke is always so brave when doing the right thing even when he’s scared out of his mind. and your writing style is so good??? It’s so crisp and clear and introspective. it does a fantastic job of painting a picture and i can always understand what’s going on and the way you write their thoughts is so compelling........... thank you for sharing them with us omg

umm ok don't mind me breaking down crying over here. I just hhhhhh this is so sweet :') I don't even have words for what this means. and I'm so happy you like how I write luke and vader. luke is one of my favorites precisely because of how optimistic he is and that brings me a lot of comfort so I try to characterize him like that when I write and I'm so glad it comes across. and the fact that you like my writing enough to tell me about it... I'm gonna cry again. thank you so so much 🥺🥺🥰

[glameowr]

hhhhhhh, kinda lowkey panicking oml idk also kinda angry rn gghhhghshag,,,,,, i just- gwhhwvwjsn

so i only had to go to school for 2 hours today to take my exam and my mom had talked to me before about replacing my phone battery cuz it sucks n it would be cheaper than getting a new phone, so as she pulled up to the school she asked me if she could take my phone to get it fixed while i was at school, i was a little hesitant at first but still gave it to her, she asked for my password incase the repair guys needed it, this made me a little nervous cuz i like that im the only one who knows my password cuz it makes me feel safer, but i still gave it to her and made the plan to change it after i got it back.

fast forward to when my exam is over and im getting picked up, she explains that the shop didnt open until 10 am and she didnt have enough time to take it in (my exam ended at 10:30) i said it was okay and took my phone back. so then i get home open my phone, scroll thru tumblr for a minute or two, check my email, i go to open youtube, and decide to close the other apps i opened since its a habit that i have ingrained in myself at this point,

so i double click my home button, swipe away tumblr, and then i see my messages app had been opened recently, im confused since i had closed all my tabs before handing my phone to my mother, i check my messages and see that the unread texts from a group chat i was in have been read, even though they werent before since im rlly bad at responding to things and i hate texting/calling people. then i realize that another app had been opened, (another messaging app) and thats when i rlly start to panic because i havent used that app in 2 months. now i definitely know that my mom snooped through my phone and since i had already opened tumblr, i have no way of knowing if she had gone through it or not. im kinda scared because there's things i dont want her to know about yet on here, but she didnt act any different on the way back so maybe im safe??????

idk and im kinda freaked out and a little hurt because i trusted her not to go looking through my phone, but she did anyway. im definitely changing my password now (which will be a pain since my current one is just muscle memory for me now) and i dont trust her with my phone anymore. when she asks when i want to take my phone in, im insisting on going with her this time.

TL;DR - my mom snooped through my phone while i was at school since i gave it to her so she could get it repaired. i dont know how much she saw and im kinda scared

hhhhhh sorry for the long ask, im in a weird/bad headspace rn, -🍉

thats so terrible of ur mom 2 do that dude !!! our phones are private and she has no right 2 invade ur privacy like that ! it isnt her right at all and frankly im disgusted that she would do that. it doesnt matter if she thinks youre hiding something, thats still your private and personal stuff in there ! if she indicates that she has seen ur messages and ur tumblr, i think you should make it clear that this is a blatant invasion of privacy and that she has no right 2 snoop through ur phone. im so sorry this happened man. i rlly hope she didnt see everything.

[tartagilicious]

Maybe a roommate au with fluff and the sentence starter "I wish I could relates but only a dumbass like you could do this" with Eugene?? Hopefully that doesn't sound confusing I'm having trouble wording it right--

hhhHHH

“Eugene..”

You trailed off with obvious distaste as your best friend recalled the events he’d been through. He looked sheepish enough, avoiding your gaze as you just stared, yet you still couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wish I could relate but only a dumbass like you could do this,”

He groaned as he slumped onto the table, his words muffled by his sweatshirt as he said, “You don’t have to tell me that, ___. I just want to know how to fix it.”

Your eyes went down to the coffee sitting in front of you, and you sighed. Eugene had been your roommate since the first year of college, and it was safe to say that you knew him better than anyone by now. That’s why you immediately knew that he needed your help when he offered to take you to your favourite cafe. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t pay for things, but he wasn’t someone who was keen on splurging like you were. 

“It’s up to her.” You said, taking a sip of your coffee as he raised his head to look at you. 

You rose a brow at his surprised reaction. “What? You can’t go over to a girl’s house and throw up on her! No matter how much soju you had, you idiot.”

His head dropped again, and you sighed, twirling your straw with your tongue as you said, “What did you think I was going to tell you? I’m not magic, you know.”

“You might as well be.” He mumbled, resting his chin on his arms to look straight at you with a pout. “You’re too good at this relationship stuff, while I just threw up on someone.”

You forced a smile and took another sip of your drink, putting it down again as you avoided his eyes. 

It was true, you were definitely better when it came to relationships between the two of you. But, that was only because you’d spent so much time thinking about one specific person that you would be disappointed if you weren’t an expert on them after the fact. 

Yet, no matter how many hints you gave to your oblivious and relationship-troubled best friend, he never got it. It hurt so much to go through his mishaps with other girls when the one girl that loved him more than anyone had been sitting in front of him for years, laughing with him and giving him someone to lean with through every stage life threw at you. 

Eugene just didn’t seem to get it; he never had.

“Well, what do I do? ___, I want to try again.”

“So, you like her, hm?” You teased him lightly, your lips curving up into a sly smile. “Has someone got a crush?”

Eugene sat back with a blush dusting his cheeks that was a clear as day yes. You kept your smile expertly as you rested your chin on your plan and leaned forward. 

“If you liked her you should’ve recognised your limit, Eugene.” You said slowly, not being able to help a laugh as his expression melted into an embarrassed smile.

“___! You’re supposed to be helping me, not making fun of me, you hoe.”

Your laughs both just grew louder as you sat there teasing each other back and forth, before you finally calmed down minutes later and gave him the serious advice he was looking for. 

“Seriously though, Eugene. Just text her and apologise. If she’s right for you, things will go from there. Still, don’t count on anything, okay?”

You watched his eyes light up with a smile, as if your warning simply didn’t exist. “Are you sure? Is that it?”

You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, for now.”

“Man,” He leaned forward on his elbows. “Girls are just so hard to figure out.”

You snorted at the ironic words. 

“Yeah, girls are some confusing creatures, alright.”

His face shifted again as he whined, “Don’t say it like that!”

The rest of your night at the cafe was filled with more light-hearted things on your part, and despite the official reason for meaning, you both went back to your shared apartment feeling good. 

But, then he pulled you into the living room about an hour later to help him construct a text to the girl he’d been so caught up on. 

The mood was ruined easily, like the drop of a pin . 

So, there you sat, your face free of makeup and lightly coated with an acne mask peering over his shoulder as he typed. You were tired and began to rest your chin on his shoulder eventually, sighing at the time it took for the boy to do something so simple. 

“If it takes this long to say sorry to a girl about something like this,” You said, picking up your head and sitting back. “Do you think she’s really right for you?”

He was silent for a few moments before turning his head back to look at you. 

“I did it for you.”

You went silent. 

Eugene was right, he had done something very similar to you when you’d first met at a frat party. 

You’d gotten separated with the friends you’d come with and had quite literally stumbled across him. He’d spilled his drink on you in the clumsiest and cutest way, and you couldn’t help but find yourself curious about him even back then. 

“I hope you didn’t freak out this much about apologising to me.” You joked softly, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “I definitely wasn’t worth it.”

He raised a brow as he gestured to the apartment around you and to you yourself. “You’re my best friend, ___. You were totally worth it, whether you like it or not.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but the mood was ruined again in no time flat as he said, “Which is why I have to seize this chance to remake history!” 

He grinned as he briefly flashed the phone screen to you before pressing send. But as he switched the phone off and turned back to you, your couldn’t help the confused curve of your brows. 

“You’re not even going to make me proofread it?”

“Nope,” Eugene said this confidently, sitting back next to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll work.”

You smiled as you leaned into him. “Whatever you say. Wanna watch Netflix now that your pity party is over?”

He huffed. “First of all, fuck you. Second of all, yes.”

Everything you did with him was always easy; after all, there was no reason for it to be anything else. Even just the way you didn’t mind your legs tangling when you sat on the couch, the way you’d casually share drinks, or how you could tell each other anything — you lived your lives together without hardships, but the things that really jeopardised it put the most weight on you alone. 

You were in love with him, but had never said a thing. You thought that you would’ve learned your lesson by then, knowing that everything you never had the guts to do had always come back to bite you in the end. But you were foolish in thinking that this time would be any different. 

“___!’

Eugene came sliding into the kitchen on his socks one morning, capturing your attention with a dumb grin as you stood in front of the stove. Your eyes flitted to the phone in his hand and back up to him as you returned, 

“..Eugene?”

“Guess what?!”

He seemed awfully happy for the early time, not catching onto the fact that you were barely even awake yet as he continued to wave his phone around. Then, deciding that he wouldn’t even wait for your reply, he walked up to you and thrust the screen in your face. 

‘don’t worry about it, really! honestly, something like that also happened to me a while back, so I understand. could we maybe meet again sometime to talk more about it?’

Your heart sank to your stomach like a stone in a pitiful koi pond as you read the texts. The woman he’d gone out with had forgiven him alright, and it seemed like your cycle of heartbreak was about to restart yet again.

But, as always, a habitual smile raised to your lips as you forced yourself to push out, “That’s great, Eugene! I told you she would come around, didn’t I?”

He grinned giddily, bringing a hint of a genuine smile to your face as he threw his arms around you in a bear-sized hug of thanks. You buried your face in his shoulder as you held him back, listening to him silently as he began murmuring about his plans with the other woman to you. 

It took all of your resolve not to break down into tears right then and there, but you stood firmly for the sake of him. You stood firmly because that was all you could do. 

Days went by after that, and you saw significantly less of your roommate with each. Knowing he was off with the woman when he wasn’t in class, you tried your best not to think about it. One night, Eugene came home only slightly later than usual, though, a change to the previous days where he’d arrive home hours late.

“___?”

His voice sounded tired as he walked inside, the sounds of him kicking off his shoes filling the small entryway. You looked up from where you sat on the couch, previously immersed in playing a game on your phone before you noticed his sullen expression. 

“Eugene?” Your brows knit delicately. “Are you okay?”

Wordlessly, he just came and sat next to you on the couch, leaning to the side into the cushion as he pulled down his cap to cover his face. You wanted to say something to him, but all you could do was stare. You hadn’t the slightest idea of what could possibly be bothering him, and even if he was your best friend, you had no idea where to start. 

“…Eugene?”

You reached out hesitantly, taking the bill of his hat and lifting it up to get a view of what he was trying to hide. Fat tears ran down his cheeks, and though soundless, his eyes held enough pain for you to feel it too. 

Wiping them away with the pad of your thumb, you whispered, “What happened?”

“I should’ve listened to you.’ he mumbled, bringing his sleeve up to cover his nose as he looked away. “I shouldn’t have counted on anything.”

“God, what did she do?”

“..She only wanted to use me to get her ex back. ___-, that’s why she was so forgiving, she, she just needed me for that. I’m so stupid-”

“No,” You cut him off. “You’re not stupid, she’s just a bitch! I don’t know how she couldn’t see anything in you, Eugene. You’d be, like, the perfect boyfriend. He sighed, his cheeks flushing. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

You shook your head, whispering, “I’m not, Eugene.”

A few beats of silence passed before he turned his head away, forcing you to let go of his cap as he took it off and put it to the side. 

“Don’t say that,” he mumbled. “You’re just going to go and get my hopes up so I can go and mess everything up all over again.”

“It’s not a lie, Eugene. Take it from someone who knows you, and also lives with you. You’d be a great boyfriend, and it means nothing that one girl-”

“More than one girl, ___. Over and over again, something like this happens.” He interrupted, his eyes flickering back over to yours as he joked deprecatingly. “You’re the only one I’ve managed to charm enough to stay by my side.”

You took his chin in your hands without thinking and pulled him back to face you before staring him right in the eyes. Making sure he was paying attention, you tried your best to convey what you needed him to know. 

“You haven’t charmed me at all, Eugene. I’m here because, well—”

You paused before you let the crucial details slip, but that answer obviously wasn’t enough for Eugene. His hands shot up to hold yours in place on top of his before you thought about moving away, turning the tables and forcing you to look right at him instead.

“Because why, ___?”

You bit your lip, nerves swelling in your throat as you laughed pitifully. 

“Because, Eugene.” You whispered. “I love you.”

His hands loosened on top of yours, and for a moment, you thought he was going to let go. But, instead, he threw his arms around you in a hug, effectively pushing you down onto the sofa behind you as your hands dropped from his face. 

“Eug-!”

The words left your mouth in a hurry, but before you knew it, his lips were on yours. A effective silencer, you thought. 

Your eyes were wide with surprise, but after feeling the odd sincerity in his actions, you weaved your arms around him and kissed him back. It was an action filled with heat; an entire person’s worth of undone fire that was begging to be unravelled. And in your capable hands, the coil was released with ease. 

Fingers began to tangle in each other’s hair as the kiss only grew to be more demanding, small gasps slipping out from you before you thought to silence them. Eugene didn’t seem to mind them, though, even seeming to welcome them as his tongue slipping past your lips only warranted more.

Breathing hard, you gripped a fistful of his hair as your tongues swirled together in a desperate tell that something still wasn’t right. 

It physically pained you to move away, but knowing it was at least better than the defining silence of your naivety, you stopped him. You wanted an explanation before anything else, because as far as you were concerned, he had just kissed you as an in the moment decision. 

“Eugene,” You whispered, your breaths still laboured. “Why..?”

He leaned his forehead against yours as he rasped, “You’re such an idiot, ___. Are you asking me why?”

You nodded hesitantly, not daring to break your eye contact.

“I love you, and I’ve been waiting so long for you and your slow brain to realise that I—”

You cut him off from the last discernible sentence he would say that night, smiling as you finally kissed him wholly. 

— 

read more of my works~ ♡

[autisticstarseed]

if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀

ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;

💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?

hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed

💎- What was your favorite part?

osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least

⛰️-  What was the hardest part?

THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig

🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?

BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone

🏟️- Who was your intended audience?

mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]

🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?

hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)

🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?

kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode

🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?

:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing

📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,

✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?

yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters

☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually

🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe

💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?

oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))

✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?

hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;

“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “

📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?

AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce

🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?

isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all

TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )

[madrut16]

Premeditated Part 1 (AdrianxMC)

Author’s Note: This is by far the darkest thing I have written! And yes I know my preview had no hint of that, I didn’t want to give too much away. So, this is my warning that it gets really sad and horrifying. I was a little disturbed that I was actually writing this but, this theory has been nagging at me since Book 1 and I had to write it. 

Pairing: AdrianxMC 

Rating: R (A significant amount of violence and murder)

Summary: Isabel discovers first hand who was really responsible for the death of Adrian’s family.

Word Count: 2550

@endlesshero1122 @kinda-iconic @brightpinkpeppercorn @desiree-0816 @flyawayboo @tabithacarlisle @galaxyside-0  @sucker4aslowburn

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At first, everything is pitch black. That’s how all the visions start now, as an overture for the main feature. She first smells the fresh air mixed with gunsmoke and feels the cool breeze tickling her skin and already she can tell that this is somewhere familiar, somewhere she's been before. It slowly comes into focus and she lets out a strained gasp. 

The cabin... 

Immediately dread coils in her stomach, suspecting that whatever she would see wouldn’t be good. Yet, the scene before her isn’t sad or frightening at all, in fact, it’s purely domestic.

The full moon illuminates the cabin with a silvery light and that mixes with the soft, golden glow of a kerosene lamp. Her eyes first fixate on a younger woman, around the same age as her in 18th-century dress, humming to herself as she kneaded a loaf of bread. 

A movement soon catches her eye and Isabel looks to the woman’s right where a small boy was sitting on the floor a few feet away and her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the identity almost immediately.

“Ch--Charles...” 

Of course, no one could hear her, since she’s merely a fly on the wall. Even if they did, they would barely be able to understand her in her drugged-like state. Adrian was right about one thing, the kid was adorable. And he looked remarkably like his father too, even at that tender age. That means that the woman had to be Eleanor--his wife. 

She quickly realizes that it was just the two of them for now with Adrian gone somewhere. Every minute or so, a loud crack could vaguely be heard and faint screaming and shouting that was the unmistakable sound of war. 

“I hope your father is alright,” Eleanor said looking at her son as her forehead creased with concern. “He shall be late for supper again with the fighting going on this long.”

The toddler blinked at her in confusion before returning to the rocks in front of them which he was playing with gleefully. 

His mother let out an anxious sigh. “Tis good you are unaware Charlie. The British nearly have us surrounded now! I pray all will be right eventually. Your father doubts we have the blessing of the Lord. We must believe him. Hope is our greatest defense. That we shall focus on.”

A delicate smile appeared on her lips as she returned to her task. However, Isabel could see through the tension in her arms that she was still nervous. Eleanor finished up shaping the dough into a ball and left it on the counter, brushing her hands on the white apron. Then, she went over to Charles and crouched down beside the boy, who looked up at her with a cheeky grin. 

“Tis late my child, I ought to get you to sleep.”

His small forehead scrunched into a pout as she picked him up, a tiny frown gracing his tiny face. “No.”

She responded with a sympathetic look as she ignored his protests. Just as she went to take him to the single bedroom, the sound of a man's boots approaching stopped her. She turned toward the sound but there was no one to be seen. Shaking her head in bewilderment, she resumed placing the child in the small, hand-built crib and kissed his forehead.

"Sleep, my child. Father will see you when he is home," she whispered before slowly walking away as Charlie continued to fuss.

An abrupt knock cut through the silence just as Eleanor reentered the main living area. Her brows creased once more and she grabbed a broom as a precaution. She approached the front door just as the person outside pounded another more persistent knock. Finally, Eleanor opened it and her eyes widen seeing the man's uniform.

"No," Isabel murmurs in disbelief. "It can't...be."

But it was. Even though the hair was tucked underneath his hat, she feels like she’s known that face for ages. 

Gaius Augustine. 

"How do you do?" he said to Eleanor, his distinct voice as clear as day. However there was one difference: it sounded tired, hoarse. As if he were using a considerable amount of energy. It also sounded exaggerated, enough for Isabel to tell that it was fake. 

"Good evening to you sir. Can I help you?"

"May I come in? I am an acquaintance of your husband, Adrian Raines. From the fighting."

This caused Eleanor to gasp and immediately step to the side. "Of course! Has something happened?" she asked, her already pale face become sheet white. "Is he alright?"

Crossing the threshold, his boots creaked on the floorboards as he entered. Even though Isabel's mind is the only part of her in the room, she can still feel his presence. He consumed the space without even trying.

"Oh no, I did not mean to distress you," he told her shaking his head. A small, almost undetectable laugh partially escapes before his caught it and his serious demeanor returned. "He is fine. I, however, am not quite so," he reassured her before grimacing.

It’s then that Isabel noticed the dark stain that covered the white undershirt that peaked out of his uniform. 

"Oh no!" Eleanor exclaimed, observing the mark also. "That looks not good at all. Here, why don't you sit over there and I will fetch something to treat it."

Gaius did as he was told, letting no other cracks appear out of his armor. "You are too kind Mrs. Raines, thank you!"

"Of course, sir. Although, I beg you to be as quiet as possible. My son has gone to sleep for the night."

A trace of a smile briefly graced his lips. "My apologies."

"Tis alright sir, I will be back shortly."

She disappeared from view for a moment to get whatever medicinal supplies they had. As soon as he was left alone on the wooden bench next to the fireplace, a slow, evil smile spread across Gaius's face. He stripped off the soldier's uniform in several quick motions revealing the all-black attire Isabel has seen so many times. In his standard form, he stood and waited for the woman to come back, his eyes already flickering from their greyish blue to bright red.

"No. Not...him. Can't be...him," Isabel stammers, her subdued state from the vision barely allowing her to slur together a full sentence.

It was too early. Adrian said that he had made his move after his family was already dead. But, now it's clear that he was mistaken. Was Adrian misled about who did it? Or did he simply block the memory out and replace it himself? Both possibilities fill her heart with a pang of immense sadness and instantly she becomes nauseous. 

"Please...no. Don't...make...me..."

She desperately wills herself to snap out of the vision with no luck. Her mind is determined to make her an unwitting spectator to the killing she knew was inevitable.

After what seemed like an eternity, Eleanor returned carrying a metal bucket full of water and a cloth and seeing Gaius in his true form, she froze. Seconds later she dropped the bucket and as the water spilled out across the floor she let out a shrill scream. 

This seemed to enthuse him even more. “I like it when you scream, it makes your demise more entertaining.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” the young woman cried.

“You have what I need...what I crave. Quite simply a means to an end. Although I will admit, this is more than a normal hunt for me. See, what I desire of your husband, the grand future I envision...it, unfortunately, requires that you meet your demise. Both of you.”

The meaning hit Eleanor the same time it reaches Isabel. The latter can only manage a few groans in protest, for the memory takes more of her energy as it grows in intensity.

As Gaius’s glowing red eyes bore into his victim, Eleanor’s gaze moved towards the bedroom and started moving near it protectively.

"I do not think that will help you," he told her menacingly.

"Please, I beg of you!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Do not harm my son!"

A sinister laugh echoed throughout the entire cabin. “No can do. Blood from the young has always been a particular...delicacy of mine. And more importantly, there is nothing you can do to stop me."

The hunger that he had been restraining came to the surface at once and baring his fangs, the vampire made his move. In a flash, Gaius traversed the gap between them and forcibly grabbed Eleanor, pinning her to the ground hard.

"Hhhhhh….," Isabel whimpered, the vision manifesting itself physically--a painful electric current of remembrance running through her.  

She wants to make it stop but it’s too strong for her to resist. And so she writhes in agony as the horrific scene plays out. 

Gaius began the slow and merciless assault, tearing into Eleanor's thigh causing her to scream in pain. Soon, her cries were mixed with the fearful wailing from Charles in the open bedroom behind her. He made his way up her body leaving a crimson red trail in his path. Eventually, Eleanor began to quiet as she hovered on the brink of consciousness, a purposeful tactic by Gaius to draw out the suffering before he went for the kill.

Eleanor's weakened gaze came to rest on the wooden ceiling above. There was no longer fear in her eyes, but an overwhelming sadness having resigned herself to her fate.

"A-Adrian I-I am sorry I...could not...protect him," she stammered, her breathing labored from the gaping wounds all over her torso and legs. "Please...know that I...love you...and will wait for you...to join me...once more...soon. Yet if you...somehow survive...do not...dwell on me...on us. Move on...live...tis quite alright with me."

Gaius appeared to be enjoying his victim's last dying words. Of course, he could have left her like that, with the amount of blood still coming out, she would certainly die from that alone. But that was not what he wanted, he wanted to decide exactly when she would take her last breath.  

Soon his impatience and insatiable thirst overtook his love of dramatics. He rose, his greedy eyes honing in on her exposed neck. The only part of her left untouched.

"At last...," he said softly, petting her hair with a blood-soaked hand as she sputtered and gasped beneath him. Then, he hissed and sank his sharp teeth right into her carotid, eliciting an ear-splitting scream from her as he continued to tear her apart.

Isabel cries out hysterically, her body continuing to spasm in blistering pain as Eleanor inevitably began to weaken until she fell limp in Gaius's arms, drained and mutilated. He stood up and left her there, lying in a giant pool of her own blood. He wiped his face which was stained red and moved methodically, coldly towards the open bedroom behind the mother who died trying to protect it. 

"No...please..."

Again, the Bloodkeeper's pleas are useless and the vision follows Gaius's bloodsoaked footsteps. She saw little Charles, still wailing profusely. And her heart shatters when she figures out why. From the crib, there was a decent view of Eleanor's body. Lifeless and drowning in red puddles and smears.

"Ch-charlie..." Her words barely intelligible, the shooting pain still running through her.

She saw Gaius approach the young boy and the look in his eyes was of pure thirst. He wasn't going to draw it out this time. He quickly grabbed the terrified toddler and immediately he sank into the child’s tiny neck. 

"NO!!!!!"

A guttural sob erupts as Isabel watches Charlie's shrieking violently stops. The intense burn that shoots through her is almost unbearable. 

"Isabel! Wake up! Isabel!"

Lily. 

The voice interjects through, calling to her. In a flash of bright white, she’s ripped out of the memory. Gasping, she finds herself still on the couch in her apartment where she was when the vision took hold, the blistering pain slowly turning into tiny electric tingles. As her eyes adjust she sees her best friend standing over her fretfully. 

“Iz! What happened? Are you okay?”

Isabel shakes her head, still sobbing profusely. 

“Please, let me forget!” she begs. A few weeks earlier, she had started to remember what her visions contained and this one joins the mental archive. It only takes seconds for this latest memory to implant itself for good. "No...it...it's real!" 

As soon as she speaks, an overwhelming wave of nausea hits her, the haunting images making her physically repulsed. She sprints to the bathroom just in time to reach the toilet. 

Vaguely she hears Lily come in after her. "Isabel?! You’re scaring me, what's going on?”

"He...he killed them! That lying, bastard," she exclaims her voice raspy as her face twists in anger before she turns and throws up once more. 

Before her friend can ask any more questions, a loud, persistent knock sounds and she springs up to go answer it. “Thank God you’re here, I didn’t know what else to do!”

“It’s alright, my last meeting just got out when you called. Where is she?” Kamilah demands, rushing into the small apartment. 

“In here!”

Her friend quickly leads the council member to the bathroom. Her eyes fall on Isabel and she freezes, frowning in concern. “Oh my. What happened?” 

“I-I don’t know!” Lily stammers. "When she came out of it, she was hysterical. I think she saw something. Something that obviously disturbed her.” 

“A memory?” Kamilah asks. 

Isabel opens her mouth to speak but, as soon as she does, her head starts to throb painfully and she nods with a wince. “Adrian’s family...I saw them. Oh god, where...where is he?”

“In Cambodia...he doesn’t get back until tonight remember?” Lily replies, her brows creasing. 

In her delirium, Isabel remembers chatting with him that morning. After a second her face pales impossibly more than it already has and another round of heaving starts, but nothing besides spit comes out. At this point, it’s all mental.

Groaning she leans against the cool porcelain, beginning to shake uncontrollably. “He--he doesn’t know! What really happened to them...o-or he...he can’t remember.”

“What do you mean?” Kamilah tilts her head slightly, brows creasing. 

Isabel’s face suddenly became flush with anger. “They weren’t killed by the British! Eleanor...she let him in...he was wearing a patriot uniform.”

Both vampires stare at her in shock. 

“Did you recognize who it was?”

She nods at them, her jaw clenched. She hesitates, not wanting to speak it into existence, knowing that it will be painful. 

“Isabel...tell me. Who was it?”

The assistant meets her equally intense stare. 

“Gaius.”

Lily’s mouth falls open. 

Meanwhile, Kamilah’s eyes widen, a mixture of sadness, fear, and anger all converging at once. “You’re sure?” she whispers. 

“Positive,” Isabel answers almost immediately. ”I've seen him in visions before, I know what he used to look like.” 

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Kamilah is up, fishing her phone out of her suit’s pocket. 

“Kamilah? What are you do--?” Lily wonders before being cut off.

She holds up a finger as the person on the other end picks up. “Brother, we have a problem. You need to come back now.”

...

[littlemisschameleon]

Aight so there’s this fic called Where You Lead, I Will Follow by @lovelylogans​

and I feel bad for sending what would have been 13 anons to her shouting my praises for the final chapter of this fic

so here we are (continued under the cut)

to start, if you aren’t annalise and haven’t read this fic yet, do yourself a damn favor and read it! it’s a gilmore girls au for the sanders sides, and tbh if you like the sanders sides you’re going to love all of her writing. Im not even joking right now, go read the fic! And then read lavender for luck (another one of my favorites from her), and then go give annalise some love for her amazing abilities, and THEN you can come back and read this.

second, this entire post is gonna jump around a bit. Basically i took notes while reading so I didn’t forget anything, and was going to format said notes into asks. I hope this is easier to read (and so your inbox doesn’t get more flooded, like im sure it is) everything from now on is just going to be copy pasted from my notes, pretty much. The breaks in paragraphs are where they would have been for asks. Enjoy the ride

*cracks knuckles* lets do this song and dance once more, its tiiiiime for lovin wyliwf! Lets just get to it, as there’s so much ground to cover (38k, are you trying to kill me?!?!? i love it). Ohhhh patton buddy youre really out of it, arent you? Asking for straight vodka is gonna be the first of many slips during the play, im sure. Logan just immediately giving full attention to the play in anticipation for Roman is so frickin cute!!!!! Id bet that patton would be awwwing about it too if not for the play beginning.

Logaaaaan! Thats your boyfriend!!! Hes so excited to be able to //say that// now. And Roman did so good he deserved every single ounce of applause he got! For real though, im just READING how his performance went, I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to see it. The way that youve been handling the tonal shift when it comes to our boys relationships has been so good! Youre able to make it natural when you want to, and completely jarring when its right for the story.

I figured that must have been challenging so good job!! Speaking of jarring, I was too caught up in the euphoria of Romans dance to even remember pat was wearing //makeup// and //crying// until Emily shouted about her handkerchief. //thats what im talking about youre so good omg// That entire fight was a long time coming, and I //felt// it when pat was just so sick and tired of everything.

Im kinda similar to pat, because when the apology happened I thought something was gonna be different too, but of course not! Patton must feel like even more shit :( Okay we all knew that Logan was in love with Roman, but now that theyre together its clear just how far //gone// he is. Like hes //in love// its just so sweet its gonna give me a cavity

The whole “they got together” thing just broke my heart, because thats how it should have been in a perfect world, but hey that wouldn’t make for good conflict in a fic now would it? But of course logan and Roman are so devastated, they didn’t even //think// to see this as a possible outcome, it felt impossible to them for this to even happen :(

can I just say that I LOVE petty patton!!!!!! Yes sir put ur foot down! Good!!!! and the father son bonding time!!!!!! Between both richard and pat AND richard and V in a sense!! Such a good change of pace from the fighting that usually happens when pattons parents are around. And BLESS THE FUCK UP, RICHARD! Hes broken through!!!

Hooooly fuck! That WAS embarrassing! Side note, i will always be in awe about how well you write logan and Roman, theyre both such //teenagers// and react perfectly. Exactly how you would expect teenagers to react in said situations.  AND hhhhhh virgil!! So sweet!!! Patton he CARES so MUCH about you!!!! He LOVES YOU PATTTT! Oh man, Logan talking about how he needs to focus on his obligation to school reminds me so much of what Emily wants for patton. Roman’s right of course, whats the point of trying to better your future if its making you upset now?\

Ive got a lot of words for that scene with pattons letter, but mostly I want to say that I can’t wait until they make up bc that scene //hurt to read ow// Oh gosh, Emily dont fuck it up now //please//. Youve got patton crying, you know a lot more than you did before, youre hugging him. PLEASE just be happy for your son? PLEASE HES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH LET HIM BE HAPPY (this goes for both emily and you annalise, stop cackling behind your computer and making my boys sad)

“I think I just out bitched a shady bitch” YES! YES YOU DID LOGAN! And holy shit the dance was the cutest thing in the whole world, they both deserve to be happy and to have fun!!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!! That whole “wanting this overrides any fear that I have” speech was just //beautiful//, and it hit home hard for me. Its just, so perfect, and they both deserve to be happy and //ugh//, /////feelings/////

“This is only the beginning” I AM SOBBING. ITS NOT EVEN 3AM ITS 3PM I DONT HAVE LACK OF SLEEP AS AN EXCUSE HOW DARE YOU (in the best of ways)

(cutting in for a hot second, but from here on out it’s turned from loving wyliwf to just loving annalise and her ability to create. I kinda wrote it as if it was going straight to her inbox (bc that was the intent) so, just warning ya! it gets personal)

i just… Wow. This has been an insane ride, and i want to print this fic and have it on a bookshelf so I can look at it and sigh longingly and lovingly, you know? To get real for a hot second, you started talking about this fic right when i was dealing with a major breakup and stressing over finals and so much more.

This fic has seriously been something ive looked forward to every week, and has been a comforting constant. I was able to relate to so much youve put patton, and Virgil, and roman and logan through in this fic, from the little nuances of working in a restaurant, to the feelings of major heartache patton went through, to having just that moment, //knowing// youve been in love with someone, of course you have! But just finally realizing it with an “oh shit”.

To being dumb teenagers and sneaking out for late night talks, to stressing about finals and having to be perfect, to relationship anxiety and feeling like you cant show your real feelings and just ugh. The way you write these boys allowed me to relate so much, it hit home in so many beautiful ways, and all I can really do is say thank you so much, for giving this to the world. To writing this and putting so much love and effort into it that it positively //shows//

i am so ecstatic to read more from this universe, and im so happy that its not quite over yet. You’re an amazing writer, and i absolutely adore you and your ability! Im not sure how to end this train of wyliwf lovin, so I’ll end it at a simple thank you, once again, for writing this absolute gift of a story. It was beautiful, and heartbreaking, and perfect in its own little way. Thank you