#however im making them be obnoxious about it. i am making them obnoxious over dramatic grandpas because i can

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finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

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Drunk words are sober thoughts// Fred Weasley

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: @yeethoess: “hello, could you do prompts 15 and 36 with fred weasley please”

@chocok22: “Can I please get number 34 with Fred Weasley?”

@rommylove: “Hey could I request 7, 10 and, 20 with Fred Weasley.”

A/N: I am very aware I’ve been lacking, but I haven’t been very inspired lately. However I made myself write this one cus ya know, today is Fred’s birthday :). If you want to request you can, and please do, I write for more characters except Fred lmao, just go ahead and request it! Or message me for anything idc I’ve been very bored lately :) please enjoy this crap I produced in a few hours.

“We won!” Fred screamed, hosting you up in his arms. “I can’t believe we actually won!” He continued, blissfully laughing before putting you down and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Woah there, big guy. I know you’re excited but you’re suffocating me.” You laughed, playfully punching him in his back.

“I’m sorry, love. I just cannot believe we actually won the Quidditch Cup. Charlie is going to be so delighted.” He continued pulling back, his hands resting on your face.

It had been the last match, Gryffindor against Slytherin, and after an intense couple of hours, Harry had managed to catch the Golden Snitch, resulting in his team winning the Quidditch Cup for the first time since Charlie Weasley had attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Oi, you two, stop flirting over there, we have a party to attend to.” You heard from your left turning to face a smiling George who had just finished ruffling Harry’s hair.

You felt a pair of arms rest around both yours and Fred’s shoulders, pushing you forwards and off the station. “He’s right. We ought to celebrate finally winning the Cup. This feels like a dream; on my final year too! And McGonagall thought my training schedule was horrendous.” Oliver Wood’s voice rang in your ears as he pushed himself forward to congratulate the rest of the team.

“Your training schedule was horrendous; we were training more than all of the other teams combined!” Fred shouted after his team’s captain who was already too deep im embraces from his house’s members to hear the twin’s protests. “I barely had time to study this year and this is his reaction?” Fred sighed as you both continued walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

“As if you would study even if you had had the time.” You laughed just as you entered the castle, following the many Gryffindor students who kept joyfully chanting their way to the party.

“Oh, so you’re just so keen on personally attacking me now?” He chimes, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You aren’t exactly wrong, but those training schedules meant I couldn’t spend as much time as I wanted to with you, this year, and we both know just how heartbroken you were when you found out you weren’t able to spend all those wonderful afternoons, cuddling up with me.” He smirked at you, earning a smack on his head.

“Sometimes I wonder why I decided to be friends with such a pretentious idiot in the first place.” You smiled as you finally reached the Fat Lady portrait that secured the entrance to the common room. From behind it, you could already hear the celebrations that were occurring, imagining all the food, the drinks and the decorations that had been put up for this wonderful occasion.

“That’s no way to talk about Georgie. I know his intelligence isn’t his forte, but he’s not that pretentious, you know? Scurvy Cup.” Fred stated as the painting moved forward and the Fat Lady disappeared behind it with a heartfelt ‘Don’t have too much fun’.

Before you could respond to the redhead’s comment, Fred had already been shoved away from you and into a group of giggling girls, all of them intrigued on how he had such strength to make the Bulger hit the Slytherins’ brooms with such intensity. You were used to this by now, although there were many perks of befriending the Weasley twins, there was also the slight disadvantage of how social and outgoing they were which meant you were more often than not pushed away from them, since so many people, specially girls, wanted to be with them as well. You couldn’t blame them, there was something so alluring about Fred and George’s personality that sometimes you were shocked how the whole school wasn’t in love with them both.

“Don’t look so gloomy, (Y/N). Our house just won the Quidditch Cup for the first time in several years.” Lavender Brown giggled, shoving a cup in your hands. “Have a drink. You look so off-putting just standing there, doing nothing at all.”

“Don’t you have something a bit... stronger?” you questioned, eyeing the pumpkin juice in the cup you were holding.

“I might just have a few shots. Someone from seventh year was able to get a few bottles of Firewhiskey, if you’re interested.” The girl explained as you both made your way to the drink’s table. “I don’t know if they hid it better so the younger ones don’t get drunk on it, but Dean said it was under the... Aha!” Lavender exclaimed producing a single bottle of the so desired alcohol. “I’ll pour it for you since I know how you can get when there’s Firewhiskey and Fred Weasley off with some girls involved.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides I won’t get drunk, don’t worry; we still have a ton of homework and I’m sure McGonagall is going to make us a ‘surprise visit’ tomorrow to see just how much we have destroyed the common room.” You stated just as your friend finished filling up the bottom of a cup, offering it to you. “Thank you.” You smiled, bringing the cup to your lips, the fiery taste immediately warming up your mouth. “It has been a long day, I needed this.”

Lavender rolled her eyes, safely hiding the bottle again, making sure none of the younger students were looking. “You are so dramatic. The game wasn’t even that long. Now come on, you can’t enjoy a party if you aren’t even dancing.”

It wasn’t long before the both of you joined the rest of your friends, dancing actively just as the alcohol seemed to be starting to kick in. Lavender was partially right- you did drink an awful lot every time there was a party such as this one, but you were always able to hold yourself back from getting actually drunk. You drank enough to feel slightly buzzed, but never enough so you couldn’t remember anything the morning after.

However, today was different. The overly-touchy couple dancing next to you seemed to push you to keep drinking. You knew you shouldn’t feel this way, he was just your friend and he was more than welcome to be with other girls, after all you didn’t own him, nobody did. Yet, every time it look like you weren’t bothered by their proximity anymore, Fred’s loud whisper in the girl’s ear that prompted her obnoxious laugh would make your cup reach your lips almost immediately after. You knew you weren’t just buzzed anymore, your thoughts already becoming more and more incoherent, but you couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t stop. If it meant you wouldn’t be as bothered by his hands slowly sliding down her back as her hands rummaged through his whole body, if it meant those images would be less defined than they were supposed to be, then it was fine by you.

“How about we go for a walk?” Lavender abruptly asked, turning your face towards the door. “I think it’s a bit stuffy in here, we should get some air.” She continued quickly, already pulling your arm.

“Lav, why would we do that when it’s already way past our curfew. That would be absolutely-“ as you turned your head to meet your friend’s eyes, the reason for her unusual request caught yours. Their faces, pressed together, their lips moving rapidly, hungrily, his hand on her hips, pushing her towards him, her hand in his hair, pulling it savagely.

You didn’t even have time to process how Lavender knew you were so infatuated by Fred to the point that this scenery would hurt you deeply. Sure she had made jokes about how you two should be dating but you never actually took any of those seriously. You didn’t even think about the possibility that others might know as well, something you so deeply wished to keep as a secret, in fear it would ruin your friendship with the boy. You felt tears starting to prick in your eyes, pushing through the crowd and out of the common room. Why were you even so upset? Fred didn’t owe you anything, he was you friend and nothing more, that had been made very clear, specially tonight. You made your way to the Astronomy Tower, carefully passing by a lecturing Bloody Baron and a remorseful looking Peeves, so as not to bring yourself any unwanted attention.

When you reached the top, you sat down, looking up at the stars. Ever since you were little, looking at the stars would always help you calm down, see the bigger picture, they would always make you feel better.

“You know, these stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” The booming voice startled you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know to whom that voice belonged to. “Why did you run away like that, we were in the middle of a celebrating my big win.” Fred smiled taking a seat besides you.

“Oh, right, what a big win it was.” You spat, scooting away from him. The Firewhiskey you had previously drank seemed to be giving you some unnecessary confidence. “Why don’t you go back to your big win. I’m sure she is missing your lips so much.”

“Love, are you jealous?” Fred laughed, closing the gap between you two once more.

“So now you’re aware of my feelings? All this time I’ve been in love with you but only now are you realising I may have feelings too?” The alcohol was doing quite a number on you as it took you a moment to process your own words. “Did I just say that out loud?” You grimaced, getting up from your spot, and ready to once again run away. Many could argue running away from your problems wasn’t the key to solving them, but you would beg to differ, since in this case it seemed like it was the only solution.

“You did, (Y/N), and honestly can’t say I’m surprised after the way you acted tonight.” Fred grinned, pulling himself up and in between your body and the door, far too quickly for your own liking, preventing you from escaping this disastrous conversation. “I guess since we are giving this whole honestly thing a try, I should do it was well: I did kiss that girl back there but I couldn’t stop picturing you in my arms your hands on my hair, your lips on mine. I was doing it so much that I even ended up moaning your name. I guess you can assume she wasn’t too happy about it, but who would be, imagine getting the chance to kiss me, the most gorgeous specimen there is, just to realise I’m not thinking about you at all.

You stared at him, disbelief prominent in your features. “Right sorry, point is, that is when I saw you running away to this place, and obviously I had to follow you to make sure you weren’t getting into to trouble... At least not without me. Nice spot by the way. Gorgeous view, calm and quite, it’s honestly splendid.”

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” Had he actually called out your name in the middle of making out with another girl? Had he actually pictured you, in her place, with him? You felt your legs give under your weight, as you slid back onto the floor. “You like me as well?” You questioned, hopefully.

“I never said that...” he started, but you quickly interrupted.

“Just admit that I’m right.” You breathed, forcing him to sit down in front of you. “Please?”

“(Y/N), I don’t like you...” He explained, kneeling next to you. “I love you, have loved you since our first year actually. The moment you got really angry at me and Georgie for pulling a prank on you so you pulled one back, I just knew you were the one for me.” He continued, resting his hands on your face. “I’m just admired someone as smart as you took so long to figure that out.”

“You were the one loudly making out with someone else at the party, not me.” You argumentes, leaning towards him.

“Fair enough, but in my defense, I was so strongly convinced someone like you couldn’t possibly like me back that I was trying my best to get you out of my head, thus my many, unfortunate, shared kisses with that girl. Wait, was it really that loud?” He asked making you smile. “Why I ever made such an idiotic decision, I will never know.” His features mimicked yours, as he sat next to you resting his arm on your shoulders. “You know you’ve made me very self conscious of my own kissing abilities, right?”

You jolted yourself up, capturing his lips in yours as the both of you moved in sync, his hands resting on your hips, yours on his neck. “Loud but magnificent.” You laughed, sitting back in your original position, your head resting in his shoulder.

“Mm, if I knew you kissed like that, I wouldn’t have even let you out of my side for a second, tonight.” Fred hummed appreciatively.

It had been fairly quick until you felt your body become progressively more tired to the point you could barely hold in your yawning.

“It’s okay to sleep, love.” You heard Fred’s voice besides you. “You did drink quite a lot tonight, don’t think I didn’t notice. I’ll just carry you back to the dorm, don’t worry.”

“But you can’t get inside my room, remember?” You lazily stated, feeling your eyes close once more.

“I guess you’ll be lucky enough to sleep with me tonight.” He lightly laughed at his own comment, taking your hand in his, admiring how well the both of them fit together. “(Y/N)?” He questioned once he noticed the lack of response from your side. “Are you still awake?”

Yet, once again, you didn’t respond, the alcohol completely taking control over your body, making you fall asleep almost instantly after reminding Fred of the difficulty in entering your dorm room. The boy just shook his head, a smile playing in his lips, trying to picture back the moment you had first confessed your feelings to him. Winning the Quidditch Cup and getting the girl he had longed for so long, in the same day? This was surely a day he would remember very fondly for years to come, and he could hardly wait to share the news with his twin brother.

[bitchiha]

Hiya! You’ve got me lovin’ that Yamato so could I ask for Yamato with a S/O who is the epitome of an angry lil midget (like 5’3 and under)? S/O’s also got that life-of-the party personality which totally clashes with Yamato’s gentle and sweet, would be interesting to see how that goes!

A/N: so I think I have already established this but I am a whore for Yamato.. enjoy <3

✎ Yamato w/ a short fiesty s/o

Okay so Yamato needs this type of person in his life because he’s a little too serious sometimes. Like he needs you to pull up to his apartment on a Friday night and drag him to the bar, or play a prank on him to loosen him up a bit.

I’d say he can handle a fiesty s/o pretty well. He’s dealt with crazy teenagers like Sakura, Sai and Naruto before so he’s got more than a little experience with kids with attitude problems. Due to that previous experience, he can diffuse and prevent most situations before your little angry side has the chance to come out.

You’ve got that life of the party attitude too, so if course you want to get absolutely hammered at the bar with Yamato, but just know that when he gets drunk he’s a bit obnoxious and very unbalanced. He warned you about that the first time you guys drank together, however; this is y/n, his “you only live once” angry midget girlfriend, so he wasn’t surprised when you said it didn’t matter. In short, your little tiny self has to practically drag Tree Man home every single time he gets drunk, but hanging out with drunk Yamato is always worth it.

Whenever you two are partying it up it always ends in Karaoke... Rip to Kakashi and Asuma who you two dragged along for the night. Yamato most definitely picks the shittiest raunchiest love song ever (like I said he’s an obnoxious drunk) and he sings it to you like it’s dying wish. He’s all dramatic on his knees with this super raspy but somehow squeaky drunk voice and you’re arms are outstretched like your letting his words soak into you and it’s really embarrassing for all the sober people around. Then he’ll dramatically slap your ass when he’s done singing.

Yah.. the Karaoke nights always end up with Kakashi and Asuma hauling you both over their shoulders and taking you to your apartments, before hitting the bar on their own.

Oh my gosh, you practically give Yamato heart attacks everytime you go into your fiesty little rages. Like the amount of times he’s had to woodstyle justu you to prevent you from throwing hands with someone is way too many times to count.

Honestly though he doesn’t hesitate to use his woodstyle justu on you at all because he knows he can’t contain that anger without force, plus he’s always really gentle when he uses it on you. Like I already said he was gonna use that to stop you from beating up a civilian that pissed you off, but if he’s the one your fighting he doesn’t even give you the chance to try and swing because he’s already got you detained. “Yamato!!!! Let me out so I can kick your ass!” “Yeah no, thanks... y/n. Calm down and then we can talk.” “I AM CALM.”

He basically gives up on making strategy plans for missions with you, but he still does them anyways with a small shred of hope that you’ll listen for once. He just sighs because he knows how it’s gonna play out and he’s like, “y/n, you get the plan, right? We’ve already run through everything and it looks like we’re good to go..” next thing he knows the plan is out the window and you’re throwing yourself at the enemy. He just hangs back and provides backup because he knows you look harmless because of your puny build, but you’re actually scary when provoked and that gives you the the element of surprise. He Always relishes in the shock of your opponent once you’ve completely destroyed their ass. “That’s my girl.”

Not gonna lie though, he does think it’s hot when you stick up for him or try and protect him. Like someone bumps into him in the village and tells him to watch where he’s going and so you turn around and look at them like ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ “what the fuck did you just say to my boyfriend?” and they just run away muttering an apology.

People are scared of you, like they know not to mess with Yamato because you’ll be on their ass, even Kakashi watches himself around you. Yamato also finds it fucking hot when someone tries to mess with you and he steps in, but realizes you’ve already beat their ass and he doesn’t have to worry about it.

As for the height difference he thinks it’s so cute. Like you’re having trouble reaching the highest cabinet in the kitchen. He watches you struggling to climb the counter and cursing because you can’t reach it. He’ll come up behind you and get the item for you and you’ll be your angry little self: “I could do it myself you know!!!” “Sure, y/n.” “IM BEING SERIOUS.”

Woodtsyle jutsus stepping stools in areas that you have the most trouble reaching. Even though you always complains about how you can get the stuff yourself despite the fact that you actually can’t, you still use the stools, but only when he’s not in the room. He picks up on that and leaves the room to “fold laundry” or whatever when he sees you glancing towards the stool, then the high shelf.

Sometimes he just picks up your tiny form and carries you away to piss you off lol. Like you’re just sitting on the couch watching some reality TV show and screaming at the screen when Yamato picks you up like a cat with his hands under your armpits. He holds you out so your legs can’t reach him as you attempt to kick him and he carries you away to the bedroom.

Let’s you dom him all the time, lol.

Like if he wants you to be rougher with him he’ll purposely overpower you or switch positions so he’s ontop. Just does it to watch you try even harder to be in control.

Yeah <3

[whittakerjodie]

Big Spoon, Little Spoon (Dhawan!Master X Reader)

Prompt:  Can we just get some SOFT Dhawan!Master? - requested by @littlemissslytherinprincess​

A/N: bruh d!master literally looks like the most huggable dude. Sir, I WILL hug you. I will poke and kiss ur cheek. Like.. come ON yall this dude... is out here... lookin like the most huggable mfer of all time. Also, I have a headcanon that he hates when people point this out but also secretly loves the attention. also tell me this is ooc i dare you. the master may be a murder boi but he also soft boi 

Words: 1k roughly 

Warnings: None really, implied smut though. 

   You relaxed back into the sheets, muscles aching from the tension they’d held just moments previously. The Master rolled off of you, trying to catch his breath. You found yourself laughing breathlessly, much to his annoyance. 

“I could’ve sworn you said you didn’t have time for any distractions.” He huffed and got up, disappearing into the bathroom. It was true; he had said that. Roughly an hour ago, when he demanded that you leave him alone while he repaired the TARDIS for the umpteenth time. Of course, he’d said that when you were already sitting in his lap, a position he didn’t protest at all. He was always doing that; pushing you away but tugging you along just as insistently. 

He came back from the bathroom and you helped him clean everything up, gathering your clothes from where they’d landed all over the room in the events leading up to your… dancing. When you were sure you’d contributed enough you jumped back on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. You patted the spot next to you excitedly. 

“Cuddles?” You asked, eyebrows wiggling. He gave another huff. 

“I don’t do that- cuddles” 

“Yes, you do” 

“Since when?!?” You pouted dramatically, patting the spot again. “Fine,” He grumbled. 

You gave an excited “yes!” as he climbed next to you, holding his arms open. Then you were laughing again. “Why are you holding your arms like that?” 

He let them fall down, confused. “So you can… cuddle me, idiot” Uh oh. Clearly, he’d misunderstood somehow. 

“I don’t think so. I’ll be the big spoon this time” 

“The what?” He cried. 

“The big spoon,” You began to explain. “That means I cuddle you, not you cuddle me” 

“Are we not both cuddling?” 

“Well, we are, but you’re cuddling into me. So you’re the little spoon, and I’m the big spoon. Honestly, I’m surprised you’ve never heard that term before.” 

“I’m a timelord.” The Master grumbled grumpily as he turned over on his side. “We shape time and space. We can change reality at the snap of our fingers. Forgive me if I don’t know the rules of cuddling.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his boasting, swelling with pride at the fact that only you could make the dangerous, king-of evil the Master give in to cuddles. As you wrapped your arms around his stomach, you hummed appreciatively at the warmth and soft skin you came into contact with. The Masters personality was razor sharp and paper thin, able to snap in a millisecond. But his outward form was soft and make-your-heart-hurt adorable. It was good for deceit, you supposed, but you only saw it as the best of both worlds. 

“I am not adorable” He hissed over his shoulder. Oh, right, part telepathic. You rolled your eyes and jumped up to place a kiss on his cheek Always so stubborn. He tried to squirm away and you tightened your arms around him, leaving more kisses every time he was still enough. 

“Yes. you. are. “ You insisted between kisses. Finally he pushed your head away, and you frowned as he started to sit up. “Oh come on. You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything. It’s just us in here. You don’t have to be mr. Im-so-serious” 

You pouted your lip again and sucked in a breath, puffing out your chest. For more effect you put you hands on your hips and titled your chin up. the Master raised a brow and gaped incredulously at your ridiculous impersonation, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction.

“Okay but honestly,” You murmured. You took his hands into your own and pushed him back onto the bed lightly, bringing the blankets up over the two of you. “You are adorable. I know you don’t like to hear it, but one should never lie to a friend. Especially not to a lover.” His face briefly contorted into an exasperated scrunch, then settled back into a feigned indifference. Judging by his history, he didn’t hear things like this often, if ever. But it was all true. No matter how hard he tried to hide it and no matter what he did, you knew it would always be true. One just had to dig hard enough to reach this surface of him. 

You cupped his cheek and stroked his skin with your thumb, grateful that he didn’t stop you. His eyes held an unspoken weight, watching you. Feeling a bit of mischief mix with a long-held desire you trailed your finger down his chest to his stomach, which you abruptly poked. He jumped at the contact, not fast enough to stop you from squishing it all together. He grabbed your hands by the wrists and looked down at his stomach. “W-what the hell was that all about?” he demanded to know as your breath escaped you in the form of an obnoxious laugh. You couldn’t stop; you’d actually managed to squish his tummy, of all things you could ever do in your entire lifespan. The look on his face was absolutely hilarious; you couldn’t discern if he wanted to murder you, kiss you, or spend the next 25 minutes contemplating what had just happened. 

“I - I couldn’t help it” You shrieked between gasps of breath. “Oh my god, I did it!” 

For a moment, it seemed like the Master was about to burst into laughter along with you. Then, his hands reached under your thighs and he easily lifted you up, throwing you onto your back. You laughed the whole way down, hands reaching out in vain to tug him down with you. Luckily, however, he voluntarily laid next to you, trying to hide a smile. When your laughing ceased and you could feel sleep creeping back up on you, he pointed his finger in your face with a frown. 

“If you want to cuddle, fine. But you’re never doing that again” 

“What, this?” you asked, arm darting out to poke his tummy again. He dodged it just in time, nearly falling off the bed in the process. 

“Don’t!” he cried. “I’m serious. And for all this ruckus you’ve caused, I think i’ll be the ‘big spoon’” 

You nearly keeled over laughing again with how genuinely stern his tone was. When the Master saw the corners of your lips turn upwards he scoffed and pushed you onto your side, curling up behind you. 

“Go to sleep” he grumbled. You nodded, relaxing into his warm touch. 

“I love you, you know” You whispered as his arm snaked around your waist. His muscles tensed for a moment then relaxed as he released a breath he must’ve been holding. He didn’t respond initially; He didn’t necessarily need to. 

The Master had his own unique, mostly silent ways of showing affection and you were okay with that. If he didn’t want to say those three words just yet, that was okay. You had all the time in the universe. Just as you grew accustomed to the silence and sleep began to welcome you, you could hear him quietly murmur: 

“I love you too”

[fyrapartnersearch]

looking for longterm novella-style partner

general hey guys i'm lauren, 26 years old and living in EST! i just got dumped and thought i'd fill the void in my life with some good, good writing so i'm looking for some people to plot and rp with. i'm usually bopping around on social media and love talking to my partners, whether it's getting to know them or just plotting future events for our characters.

i'm also very ditch-friendly! if you're tired of me or our rp, totally just ghost me, i'll get the hint. no need to get all anxious over breaking up with a partner. it's rping, it's all chill. if you're able to, giving me a head's up that you're not feeling the rp would be great though! i will absolutely return the courtesy if i'm not feeling it anymore either.

as a quick side note, i will only rp with people over the age of 21, and have a preference for partners over the age of 23! i just feel more comfortable when my partner is around the same age as me.

posts and characters i only write in third person past tense and would prefer for my partner to do the same. i'm very flexible with post lengths, but i tend to be on the wordy side. i'd love it if you could provide four or five paragraphs per post on average, though i absolutely value quality over quantity so post length isn't a huge concern of mine as long as there's something to reply to! longer posts are wonderful as well, and i have no issue waxing lengthy posts if that is your preference.

i generally reply at least once a day or once every other day, but even if i'm tied up with work and not able to reply consistently, i'll absolutely be available to chat. i'll let you know when i'm busy and love to shoot plot ideas back and forth even when i can't put aside a chunk of time to reply.

characters! i love playing multiple characters, but having a singular main character is great too. i prefer playing OCs but can also do canons, which i'll talk about more below. i have no preference about what sort of character you're playing, that's your decision! i like to develop new characters for each rp i do, but feel free to bring in old characters if that's what you want! i like characters that are complex and interesting and not ultra-powerful people -- or if they are, you're able to explore the emotional repercussions of it. if you're looking for a specific sort of character to play yours against, give me some guidelines before i whip up an OC and i'll be happy to make someone that fits your needs. i adore creating characters, and like making side or background characters that pass through or come in and out of the plot.

i like creating characters before the plot, rather than the other way around. i have a huge preference for character-driven plots -- putting our characters in a setting, and then letting their specific quirks and motivations lead where the rp goes next.

i also can provide rp samples if you'd like to see my writing before we rp!

genres; love and sex so first let me prattle off some original character genres that i love! i will list fandoms later.

• adventure; anything with a band of people coming together and forming a found family, traveling together on the way to a goal with obstacles thrown in their way • fantasy; i adore fantasy, whether it's magical realism or all out medieval fantasy. world-building is one of my favorite things. sci-fi is great too, but i'm not great when things get too tech-y haha • paranormal/mythical creatures; sort of goes with the fantasy, but i'm always down to rp different species in any sort of setting • fairy tales; i love taking old fairy tales or stories and giving them a unique twist, whether it's making them #gritty or just tossing them in a different sort of setting • superheroes; people with superpowers using it for good or evil and coming together yesss • romance; romance is great and i'll discuss that below, but i prefer this to be like a sub-genre • AUs; i love taking a fandom and making it an alternate timeline or AUing it completely. also once we have characters and a rp established, i love love love talking about AUs for our characters. i will AU everything, there is no AU too AUish for me

those are just my favorites so feel free to suggest others, but i will not do slice of life. i just find myself bogged down when there's not a defined plot, and it doesn't keep my interest. i also love these things if you'd be interested in tossing any of them in the rp:

• mages • shapeshifters • daemons [like from his dark materials] • people with horns or wings • pirates • dragons

pairings what up what up. i love rps with a dash of romance, whether our characters come in as an awesome couple battle duo, or two dorks realizing they're developing a crush on each other. either way, i don't like characters who are not in a relationship immediately getting together -- i'm all about the bonding and character development. i do not like rping cishet m/f pairings. bi girl and bi dude falling in love is great. trans man and trans woman falling in love is great. ace woman and a masculine nb person falling in love is great. any other type of lgbtqia+ pairing is great. if you have a general preference for m// or f// just let me know!

i also love anything unconventional, from happy polyamorous couples to obsessive unrequited pining. love triangles are great, conflict is great, anything to keep the relationship fresh and interesting without verging into the realm of over-dramatic. if you're looking for someone to rp a dark and unhealthy romance with, i am your person. also if you want to rp cute poly couples. i am also that person.

for fandoms, i'll do canon/canon and OC/OC but not canon/OC!

smut smut is totally rad, as long as it's not the sole focus of the rp. i like the smut to add something to the character, the characters' relationship, or the plot in addition to just being for porn's sake. cute smut is great. dark smut is great. getting to do both is even better. i do have a handful of smut-based limits including things like water sports, pedophilia, vore -- if you want a complete list just ask when you contact me. themes i would enjoy exploring typically depend on the character and what my partner's limits are.

limits i don't have any limits besides the aforementioned smut limits. besides that, i love violence, gore, and swearing. i like exploring dark themes when the rp calls for it. i do not like rping with people who treat trauma, abuse, and psychopathy as personal traits or try to make things obnoxiously dark and gritty. but otherwise everything's pretty much on the table! if you have any limits please let me know -- i have no problem not swearing or avoiding certain topics or fading to black if that is your preference.

fandoms stars denote preference.

dragon age [origins; da2; inquisition] ✩✩✩ dragon age is my favorite thing in the world and i would love someone to rp it with. i have a preference for OCs though would also be up to rping canon characters. rping an OC MC with OC companions is my jam, though i also like exploring what the rest of the world is up to while the main plot is going on. also any AU of dragon age is great -- inquisition in a modern setting, kirkwall with a sci-fi twist; universe diverging where the bad guy wins and stuff like that.

pokemon [any gen] ✩✩✩ i am always down for a pokemon rp you have no ideaaa. however i really like my pokemon rps more serious (i know how ridiculous that sounds). i like exploring aspects of the pokemon world outside of just being a trainer and getting badges. i like to rp pokemon like they're intelligent animals, meaning that wild pokemon aren't so easily tamed and pokemon can get hurt. i'm also so down for crossbreeds/fusions. i have some plot ideas in mind for pokemon and would love to hear yours!

final fantasy [IV, VII, VIII, crisis core, advent children, dissidia] ✩✩ i have this random love for IV, but honestly i am total VII trash and have been playing the remake a lot. i'm also a little familiar with XIV and have some OCs already created for a setting like that.

fallout [any game] ✩✩ would love to do OCs for this, and admittedly something in the commonwealth would be rad because i've played 4 most recently. brotherhood of steel is always great, anything with them is awesome. also stuff with synths that involves questioning what it means to be human and have faith in your own identity/memories w/e w/e would be cool. also just a general AU of a fallout-like setting maybe set in a city that hasn't been explored yet.

kingdom hearts [any game] ✩ i'd love something in the bbs era, but honestly anything is great. exploring nobodies successfully turned into ansem-heart-holders, the new keyblade warriors to defeat ansem (this guy gets around), or kh1&2 characters during the bbs time is all great. for canon characters sora, aqua, ventus, marluxia, and larxene are the ones i've played the most but i'm always looking to branch out.

medium i like to rp over discord, email, or google docs, with a separate discord channel or IM for separate chatting and plotting. i'm also open to making a joint tumblr blog that we both post our posts on, which i did not know was a thing until very recently!

contact if you're interested please shoot me a message on my tumblr or at Lauren#5244 on discord! :)

[shingansoul]

Pleasantly Surprising Company

Pleasantly surprising would be the best way to describe how the others felt seeing this sudden display before them. Wild wasn’t the best with sudden contact or speaking with others, especially those with more energy or presence than him. It made sense, he spent most of his time alone surviving and fighting or merely listening and taking orders whenever he was around others. Not that he didn't have friends, but they were far spread and Wild tended to prefer his time alone more than not. Yet here he was, going far and beyond out of their way to speak with and introduce just such a type of person.

The group had found themselves once again in Wild’s Hyrule, always a sudden shift from the liveliness of most of the others’ worlds. Lots of open plains, untamed animals, and few and far spread villages within various biome extremes. Yet even still, where they were now felt even more unfamiliar than the vast open lands they often traveled.

The place they now found themselves now was a vast, seeming to never end mountain path. Around them however, were many puddles and small pools to be seen in the distance further down the way and some of the shrubbery seemed almost aquatic in appearance. There also seemed glowing blue markers to signify a path as they traveled down the beaten path. It was very damp, as if it had just rained but a moment ago despite the clear open skies.

Most the group had made their complaints of the constant dampness of the place, but Wild simply lead on. Being the only one familiar with the area and being their only guide, they resigned themselves to trudge on.

“This place seems kinda dreary dontcha think?”

It was Warriors who broke the almost silent march, a couple resoundings agreement was heard, but Wild merely shook his head with vigor.

“This place always makes me happy when I visit. The people here are some of the kindest. Trust me, this visit will be worth it once you meet him.”

Wild’s spoke with almost reverence and excitement. The others merely gave him puzzled looks aside from Twilight and Time who only smiled knowingly; they had their suspicions what Wild could be referring to, though they held their tongues of course.

“People?” Questioned Legend, looking around briefly at all the water around them as if to exaggerate a point.”What kinda people would wanna live here? There’s water everywhere, wood housing would rot and stone housing would sink over time as the foundation wouldn't be stable.”

The eldest of them spoke up,”The Zora are a water loving race, they’re amphibious. Wild, by any chance are we visiting the Zora Domain?”

The boy in question smiled, nodding once again.

Ahead of the group was a sudden break from the wet grassy path and instead the beginnings of a long stone and marble walkway leading into the outer areas and winding paths of a quite fanciful city. At the walkways mouth were two tall towers that up their spires emitted the blue light as the path markers before. Taking in the sight, many of the band of heroes gawked in awe at the sheer intricacy and size of the city. However it wasn't for too long as a sudden boisterous voice yelled down to them from atop one of the towers.

“Ho there Hylian travelers! Please wait before entering the ci-,” the voice cut itself off with a dramatic gasp followed by a hearty and deep chuckle.

The heroes backed away at the sudden large form jumping down to stand among. In a few seconds of blurred bright red colliding with familiar bright blue, those closest to Wild a moment ago found themselves next to empty air. Twilight was the first to look around in concern and on high alert, his head swiveled side to side before resting on the surprising sight of their new company and his cub.

Wild was so small compared to the large Zora, especially so when being hugged and held like a child would their favorite doll or toy. The Zoran man’s arms wrapped tightly around the hylian, his head nuzzling against the smaller neck as he spoke in a stream of excited words stopping every few moments for Wild to add in a short one or two word response.

“Ah Link! My greatest most wonderful friend! It has been so long since last we met!”

“ 3 months.”

“Precisely, 3 months! An eternity it has truly been! It is so good to see you little one!”

“You too.”

Another gasp of excitement. “You must simply tell me everything you’ve seen and heard in these past months! We can hold a feast in your honor! Or would you like a small personal lunch instead? You must be famished from your travels, are you famished?”

“Not terribly.”

“Hmm, peckish then. A small brunch would be best then.”

The Zoran seemed to speak aloud half to link and half to himself about possible plans, giving enough slack for Wild to turn himself around in his grip to have his chest against the amphibian’s arms and his own two arms folded atop the others triceps. He smiled warmly, oddly comfortable with the gentle yet forceful contact from the sudden companion. He looked to his fellow heroes, lazily waving a hand as he spoke, loud enough to be heard but soft enough not to disturb the still planning Zora.

“So...are you gonna introduce us to your friend there or what?” Four questioned, his tone somewhat annoyed though his smirk and chuckle before speaking showed otherwise his true feelings of the circumstance.

“This is-”

“Ah how terribly rude of me!” The zoran in question shifted his hold on Wild, quickly but carefully placing him on the ground again before taking a low sweeping bow, his large tail-esque fin swishing to and fro excitedly like a dogs tail.

“I am Prince Sidon, Prince of the Zoran people and this before you is the Zoran domain. Welcome! Will you all also be visiting and staying while our dearest Link is?” The Zoran seemed to smile, his golden eyes almost willing the others to say yes.

Wild looked at the others with a similar though far toned down expression. The others quickly looked amongst themselves before turning their own gazes to Time. The eldest glanced at everyone before sighing in faux exasperation and nodding.

“It’d be rude to turn down such hospitality. Plus, im sure we’d love to get acquainted with your friend here, Link.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As mentioned earlier, Sidon had gone ahead with the more private brunch idea, the dishes all being light fruit and fish served to the group in the Prince’s personal studies after a few extra chairs had been retrieved from empty guest rooms in the palace living quarters. As they all ate, the Zoran prince seemed to speak in an almost endless stream of questions and compliments towards Wild, changing to address one of the others on occasion to make sure all was well with their food. The sight of Wild so comfortable and friendly with another warmed Twilight’s heart, he felt a bit relieved in earnest.

He knew Wild’s journey in his mission had been a lonely one, so knowing he did actually have friends was a pleasant surprise for sure. Though Sidon was certainly not the kind of friend Twilight had expected. Sidon was loud but not obnoxious, he was boisterous and flagrant with his words, a strange mix of formal and polite yet excitable and hyperactive like a child. He seemed to care for Wild quite a bit, though the circumstances between their relationship were unknown. Wild was a wild boy and hero, Sidon was the heir to a kingdom and a prince, Wild was quiet and spoke with his actions before his words unless he felt it necessary, Sidon seemed to have words to share in the thousands, yet they seemed to pair off quite well and fit into each other's company seamlessly.

“Ah I've failed once again in my manners to you all, forgive me.” Sidon suddenly addressed all the other Links now. “I have yet to ask you all hardly anything, how terribly rude of me. How berated I would be if she saw..Now if i may ask, friends of Link, how exactly do you all know one another? Our dear Link has yet to bring other Hylian’s aside from Princess Zelda herself to our domain.”

The room grew awkwardly silent, the group thinking over how exactly to respond. How much should they tell? Should they even say anything, what lie would they give instead? However, all their struggled thoughts and side glances were for nothing as Wild spoke.

“They’re versions of me from the past, sorta. Something weird going on recently connected our times and versions of hyrule and now we’re travelling together…” He looked to Time as if to ask for confirmation that he spoke correctly. He eldest nodded slowly, adding on, “That’s an...oversimplified version of the situation i suppose, yes…”.

The group was torn between staring in shock and exasperation towards Wild and curious and concerned glances to Sidon, trying to gauge his reaction.

The prince hummed softly to himself, taking the information in. Seemingly far too quickly given the weight of what was just said so simply. He then smiled, sweeping his gaze over the group before him.

“Well, any Link is welcome here with my blessing then. I wish you all the luck on your travels and quest, whatever exactly it may be this time. Remember,” he turned his attention back to Wild,” If things weigh on you too heavily, or should you ever feel you’re unable, it is no weakness to ask for help. You’ve me and all my people can offer, and now you’ve other allies too! So do great, but don’t let the world make you feel like you’ve no choice in your path. You may be a hero, but you’re also my dearest greatest and most important friend i’ve ever had.”

Wild smiled, leaning into Sidons side and nodding. He made sure he had the Prince’s attention before ghosting his fingers against his chin and moving his hand forward and out from there.

‘Thank you.’

Sidon grinned, his sharp rows of teeth somehow showing more warmth than ferocity as he nodded. The Zoran raised his own hands, first pointing at himself, then crossing his arms wrist over wrist and finally pointing back at Wild. Then he made a motion laying one one thumb and wrist on the other, two fingers extended only on each hand and he pumped his arms moving his hands in a half circle away from him and then back.

‘I love you. Take care.’

‘Yes,” thought Twilight to himself watching the sign language “spoken” between the two, ‘pleasantly surprising indeed.’

Okay so first of all, i adore the @linkeduniverse AU so much, its brought me so much joy the past few days since  i stumbled upon it. The art, the story so far, the characterization, it’s all so wonderful and brought me a lot of comfort and joy recently. So i just HAD to give some kind of fan work for it to show appreciation. I can’t wait to see where it goes, thank you so much @jojo56830 for sharing your ideas and talents with the world. 

[cmtrydrve]

            hey ! my name’s link , i go by he/they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! my only personality trait is being a bts , sment & girl groups enthusiast . i’m an aries sun with a pisces moon , which means i can be aggro , am always loud & obnoxious , but am a secretly sensitive softy , so plz be nice to me !!! this is my child , mikey , who’s stuck in 2006 & never grew out of his emo phase ( take that , mom ! ) . he’s also an aries , because my jjks always end up like that . hopefully , you’ll love him as much as i already do ! under the cut , you’ll find some misc . info & wanted connections . here are links to his dossier page & his pinterest board , which will hopefully give you some deeper insight . i’m excited to be here & write with you all ! like this if you’d like to plot & i’ll fly to your ims , but also feel free to add me on d*scord ( it’s easier for me as well ) : no brain only loving bts#6669 !

— jeon jungkook. he/they. demiboy. | was that michael “mikey” kwon i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the twenty-two year old spends most of their time working as a record store clerk / studying communications , but i’ve always just seen them dyeing their hair different colors with kool-aid . they live in 3c and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of getting into arguments online , an entirely black wardrobe and drinking six cups of coffee to make it through the day . 

misc . info :

his parents are both very hip artists who met & fell in love while attending art school. they’re both very modern kind of parents, which meant that mikey grew up around a lot of self-expression (& being told to try it for himself), paint everywhere & pot.

growing up, he was allowed to paint his walls & even ceiling however he pleased & it instilled a love of creativity in him. his parents still have paintings he did as a child hanging up on their walls & fridge. even now, he still draws casually, though it was always a hobby for him & not his actual passion.

his parents are extremely caring & understanding. as a teenager, they allowed him to go out & party & always made sure to get him home safely. mikey genuinely can not remember a single time they ever yelled at him even when he fucked up massively. so he tries his best to make sure they’re happy & taken care of. but they’re adamant in supporting whatever mikey wants to do.

they were both the alternative types, which meant that rock music filled their home. mikey was familiar with classic rock from a young age & the sounds of fleetwood mac & other similar bands fills him with a warmth that can only be attained from childhood nostalgia.

his first taste of love came at the age of seven. his parents always brought home new albums to listen to & his dad purchased three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance. while the screaming & raging instruments could have been too much for anyone else his age, mikey embraced it fully.

it ignited an adoration for the genre as a whole & soon enough, his parents were bringing home various emo music albums to sate the always dramatic & over-reacting mikey. for christmas, he received mcr’s discography (at the time, just two albums) on vinyl, which he still has hanged proudly on his wall as an adult.

he owns every variation of every mcr album now. vinyl, cd, cassettes. he even collects the japanese versions because he likes the way they’re designed.

he dropped the name mike / michael because of mikey way & he refuses to answer to anything else.

even though it’s largely part of “cringe culture” now (which mikey refuses to participate in), he loves hot topic & goes there whenever he can. his closet is full of band tees & he has a drawer filled with those spiky belts, bracelets & pants with the suspenders from his teenage years.

he’s been dyeing his hair regularly since he was twelve. he’s had every color under the sun. this is what his hair currently looks like but he dyes the highlights with kool-aid, so the color is always changing.

he has a nostril piercing & would probably get more done if someone so much as implied that he should.

he has a mcr stan twitter account & he gets into fights with everyone he decides has a wrong opinion. he’s been suspended multiple times for being too aggressive online, but he always comes back. he also has a tumblr account but he just uses it to reblog pictures of gerard way (his bias KJHFDKJ).

he works at a record store & goes to school for communications. he hopes to either be a radio dj or podcast host. he wants to get paid to talk about how much he loves music either way. but he loves his current job because he gets to talk about music all day and recommend albums to people. also it’s helpful in perfecting his own vinyl collection.

yes, he cried the day mcr broke up & yes he bought tickets to all their reunion shows. he took the day off when the tickets went on sale & his boss was understanding, knowing how much he loves the band.

he’s extremely impulsive. if you tell him to do anything, he more than likely will. he has a lot of stupid scribbled tattoos on him for this reason, especially on his hands.

while he doesn’t mind appearing masculine & even embraces it, he doesn’t fully align with being a man. he started identifying as nonbinary in his teens, but has never felt 100% a man his whole life. he’s fine with both he or they pronouns for the most part, though he does have his preferences day to day. he introduces himself as nonbinary so it’s not a secret & everyone who interacts with him is aware.

he’s kind of a party animal. he’s that loud person who drinks too much & ends up blacked out on the floor.

he gets in trouble a lot, because he plays music very loudly at both his workplace & his apartment. but he’s of the opinion that if music is too loud for you then you’re just too old.

he’s aggressive & very arrogant. he will fight you about anything & everything. he just likes to argue & he thinks he’s right about everything.

in typical aries fashion, he loves to flirt & be flirted with. he just adores attention & seeks out affection where he can find it. he gets crushes really easily & pursues aggressively (he’s extremely charming & good at making people feel good about themselves), but he gets bored when he actually obtains the person he desires. he’s never really seriously dated, but has had over a billion crushes in his lifetime.

thought dramatic & annoying most of the time, he’s also very loyal & has a good heart. if you’re in his circle of people he likes, then he’ll do anything for you point blank. he always tells his friends that he’d die for him & he means it.

while he tries to appear confident, he has secret insecurities stemming from being the middle child. he has issues with feeling like he’s not good enough or thinks he’s unnoticed by everyone, so he acts up by being dramatic.

he drinks A LOT of coffee, so he’s pretty much always bouncing off the walls.

he’s extremely pansexual & loud about it. if you’ve known him for longer than five minutes then you’ll find out how he wishes he could smash gerard way specifically in the helena mv to smithereens.

he very casually knows how to play guitar. he’s that person who plays wonderwall at every party.

while he’s not a fan of pop music, he knows most girl group dances & can do them well.

wanted connections :

exes (any gender. it will more than likely be something casual, like a few months or less, but we can discuss the timeline! also it can be messy or friendly. extra points if there’s lingering feelings!)

hookups / fwbs (any gender. singular experiences or regular type things)

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in seattle (childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff)

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes (don’t mind who has the feelings!)

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea

party buddies (can be drinking &/or smoking). emo music buddies. netflix buddies. any of these can be combined.

enemies???? (if we can decide on a suitable plot. or enemies with benefits :smirk:)

someone who knows of mikey from his stan twitter but doesn’t realize it’s him & talks shit openly about the asshole who runs the account in front of him.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, someone who he flirts with in the dms & they plan to meet up after realizing they live in the same apartment building.

tinder date (it can go well or not)

frequent customers (customers he flirts with or can’t stand because they just loiter or gets into fights with because they have bad taste in music

someone who takes advantage of mikey being willing to do anything he’s dared to do. make him do all the stupid shit he shouldn’t be doing, whether it’s getting tattoos / piercings or anything dangerous or just idiotic.

you’re sick of this asshole blasting music late at night & go to yell at him for it but oops he’s actually attractive (or you actually can’t stand him, whichever GKDHFGJFKD).

i have a huge tag full of plots i’d love to do on my rp spam blog. not all of them will be fitting for mikey but just ask me & we can try to change some elements or something!

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it!

[petty-revenge-stories]

I am multilingually petty.

I live in a country where multilingualism is common - we have loads of citizens from different countries and cultures, but nearly everyone speaks English. As a result, it’s quite common for people to switch languages depending on who they’re talking to.

Anyway, to the story:

I commute across the country to college every weekday. I’m a performing arts student, so as you can imagine, my clothes tend towards flashy, tacky or dramatic (think neon legwarmers, shirts with clashing patterns and floor-length coats). Since my course involves a lot of physical activity, and my commute is over an hour and requires me to get up at 6am most days, I’m constantly exhausted. On the day this story took place, I happened to be wearing my favourite coat: knee-length, red plaid, a black ribbon corset on the back, and massive Hatsune-Miku-style fluff-lined sleeves with little bows on them with a matching hood. As I got onto the bus I tripped over my own feet (I’m dyspraxic and as a result can be quite clumsy with movement), so I hurriedly sat down, quite embarrassed, especially because the girl (total stranger) sitting behind me was laughing at me.

She then proceeded to take out her phone and begin an obnoxiously loud conversation with someone (in English) that I had no choice but to listen to as everyone else was silent (I’m from a country where anything other than dead silence on public transport is considered undignified). However, after a few minutes she switched to Spanish in order to relay some gossip to her friend. The gossip was about how there was a girl on the bus who had tripped (“clumsy skank”) who was wearing the tackiest, ugliest coat she’d ever seen.

How do I know what she was saying, you ask? Well, I don’t speak Spanish super fluently, however, I do understand it pretty well as half my dad’s family is Spanish. And growing up, I learned a lot of Spanish insults from my cousins. So I’m just sitting there, awkwardly listening to this girl badmouthing me in the belief that I don’t understand her and feeling worse and worse by the minute.

I really want to embarrass her the same way she has embarrassed me, and the opportunity arrives as my stop comes. I get up as she says goodbye to her friend and hangs up, and before I get off, I impulsively turn to her and say, “oh, by the way, mí habla español.” (“I speak Spanish.”)

The look of shock and embarrassment on her face more than made up for the embarrassment she caused me. Hopefully she’ll think twice from now on before making fun of someone else - at least in public.

[ofdianaes-blog]

DIANA  ARCHIBALD [ VIRGINIA GARDENER ] is a JUNIOR at Broadripple Academy. She is SEVENTEEN years old, from BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS and has been at Broadripple Academy for HALF A year.

hiya all ! i’m meredith, i’m 18 and i never learned how to fucking read i’m super excited to be here ! feel free to slide into my ims if you want to plot at all, i’m down for whatever and am super excited to get to plotting with you all, and i hope you love/hate my new baby, diana just as much as i do. i’ve included some stuff about her under the cut, as well as some plot ideas i’d like to see. y’all can also message me on discord if you want for easier plotting, i’m meredith#3445

okay, her bio is all the way at the end of this just in case it’s posted on the main by the time i post this and i don’t wanna make anyone suffer through it. if you haven’t seen it, just scroll on down and it should be there for you to learn all about my girl. now for wanted plots/plot ideas ( i’m like, zero percent limited to any of these ) 

BLACKMAIL OR SYMPATHY? THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER basically, this plot is someone knowing that diana is a big fat faker. maybe they went to middle school with her, or one of her many different personalities in high school before they both ended up at broadripple. with all the times she’s moved, as long as it was in state ... it might very well be a possibility she knows one person. maybe they read her diary, she keeps it under her mattress. maybe they just caught her mouthing the words to a billboard top 100 song and her cover is blown. who knows! we can sort all that out. this person can either hold this over diana’s head, or they’ll feel bad for her and attempt to show her the ropes of everything and keep her secret on the dl. the first is more fun for me, the second is more fun for diana. your pick. 

YOU’VE_GOT_A_FRIEND_IN_ME.mp3 someone that sees through that pretentious candy shell to the mediocre chocolate that’s beneath. i imagine most people have a low tolerance for when diana gets into one of her real cinema is dead, i was born in the wrong generation moods, but this is the person that sticks by her, reminds her she’s being obnoxious, and she can still listen to the smiths in 2019, no one is stopping her. did they meet in english class, sharing an illicit cigarette, bonding over how diana is always getting a coffee? it’s all up to you, but partners in not really crime is something i’d love to see for her. she gets lonely, y’all. 

RIVALS TO ENEMIES TO RIVALS (100k, F/?) i’m running out of creativity for these plot ideas, okay? anyone who dare insinuate (or outright say) diana is wrong about, ahem, anything, or has poor taste or whatever is bound to be at the receiving end of her wrath. and by wrath, i mean glares across the hallway and the angry writings in her journal. don’t call it a diary, even though it really is, she’ll get mad. if this person wants to share passive aggressive quips and feuds, then ooh boy, is diana the enemy for them. this can be someone who’s uninhibited by her desperation for the cool factor and is just themselves, or someone who thinks she isn’t cool enough. either one will make her skin crawl. 

FILM PROTEGE / HER YOUNG PADAWAN they don’t even necessarily have to be into the same shit she is, or film at all, though they could want her to teach them about shitty foreign films and 80s sadgirl music. if she sees anyone shy or meek or just not with big enough of a personality, she’ll ceaselessly volunteer to show them to the world of not knowing how to shut their damn mouth. god knows that’s the world she’s living in. while she isn’t necessarily a rebel (she always recycles and does her homework), she does partake in habits such as [ gasp ] swearing and the devil’s lettuce. whether this person is shy or just extraordinary strait-laced .... let diana ( holes voice ) fix that 

okay, now her bio is below this line. enjoy !

Though Diana Archibald is indisputably a firecracker, to say she came into the world with a bang would be a bold faced lie. She was born to the archetypical white picket fence, upper middle class family. She donned pink onesies and cooed alongside family pet golden retriever, a friendly, brown-eyed creature named Max — Diana would vomit at how the stereotypes seemed to stack so neatly. Tragedy and betrayal, however, can taint even the most normal of lives, and with her mother’s cancer diagnoses, her father was out the door before she could toddle. Hindered by the cost of medical bills, Elizabeth Archibald, Diana’s partial namesake, withered away into nothing. With her father unable to be located for child support or to take her in, who was once a perfect, porcelain blonde baby doll became red faced and tearful toddler — a ward of the state, sent on the pipeline from foster home to foster home.

Diana was raised on half rewound VHS tapes and scratchy, skipping DVDs that she was shoved in front of to keep her docile and occupied. Her obsession with stories didn’t stop there, as she stumbling through the minimal words in picture books turned into devouring novels with a wind up flashlight under the thick covers of her bunk bed. She saw herself in the pages of protagonists burned by tragic backstories, of boys and girls who rose from the ashes and became strong and willful and exactly who she wanted to be. She wanted nothing more than to satiate the hunger she felt to be like them: to be something. And so, the lies began: carefully crafted, always a new story wherever she went.

The first half of freshman year, she was a bubbly cheerleader in a tiny town on the Connecticut border, where she reeked of bubblegum and painted her nails bright pink in class, doodling the names of the cutest boys in school amongst her math notes. Second half, she was a band geek in Cambridge, with grades imbalanced to direct her towards the arts as she nervously learned to play the clarinet, swapping spit under the bleachers with pimple faced boys who played the drums and frizzy-braided girls in the brass section. The first half of sophomore year she lived in the suburbs of Boston, where she had heavy black eyeliner and a permanent scowl on her face, she recited poetry and wrote her own, deep and dark. She got a stick and poke on her ankle in her best friend’s garage, and shoplifted religiously. Once January hit and she was somewhere else, demanding she was referred to only by her last name. She wore flannel and beanies and refused to speak in class, passing a joint back and forth around in the basement of a senior who looked at her with leering eyes. The first half of her junior year, she was the perfect church girl, her hair always in neat braids and a smile on lightly glossed lips as she perfectly enunciated hymns and messages of peace be with you. A golden cross hung loosely around her neck, and she meticulously frosted cupcakes for the school bake sale and highlighted passages in her bible.

That’s how she supposes, she ended up at Broadripple. After she was shoved out of that town, that school, that family, her newfound love of religion was deemed of enough importance: Diana was a lovely candidate for the philanthropy of Broadripple Academy, and they would be so happy to have her attend. She was used to moving, but not into buildings with ivy covered walls and pleated skirts being added to her wardrobe. The sudden, abrupt change unlike any other had left her floundering for a new personality to latch onto, a new story to spin: until she came up with the best one yet. The perfect story was a story maker, pathological liar turned into filmmaker. Polaroid camera is always tucked into her backpack, and phone is always ready to film. She’s no longer a participant: she’s an observer. Her father was an important producer in Hollywood, she told everyone in her science class. Her mother was a retired soap opera star, but she was just as beautiful as she was in her haydey. No one cared enough to Google, and ambiguities and carefully placed anecdotes were her specialties — it worked. Now, she was the creative, wide eyed and quiet, journaling late into the night and always with a cup of coffee in hand, contraband cigarettes kept in her bottom dresser drawer. She reads classic literature and insists music sounds better on vinyl, carefully critiquing the film taste of her peers.

No matter how carefully crafted, aren’t all ruses bound to end?

and her personality section !

She’s black coffee and vinyl records, she’s the crunch of fall leaves under your shoes and absent sharpie doodles up and down your arm. She’s ballpoint pens and perfume that smells like vanilla, she’s the big glasses perched on her nose that she doesn’t really need, she’s cheeks carefully dusted with blush to make her look kissed by winter air. She’s cinnamon bubblegum and sitting cross legged in the grass, snapping photos of bunnies as they trot between trees.

DISHONEST: There’s an itch that can’t be scratched away, and it’s to tell another lie. One more won’t hurt. She tells herself, in fact, it might just help. She’s lived in Beverly Hills and Brooklyn, she tells them, twirling her hair nervously around her finger. She’s never even left the state.

ASTUTE: There’s no denying Diana is smart. One has to be, to stop themselves from getting tangled in a web of dishonesty. Math and science aren’t specialties of hers, but they still come easily, and her natural flair for artistry and the dramatics has made her an excellent writer and creative student. Good grades are easily achieved, and Diana easily takes notice of things other people try to hide.

SELF-IMPORTANT: Diana does everything better, she’s sure of it. After all, she’s had to put in the research into how exactly to do things right. This new personality of hers only amplifies the airs of betterness she seems to put on — though there’s no cracks shown in confidence, it certainly is a facade.

GREGARIOUS: Even in her quite states, it’s always been easy for Diana to make friends. She’s naturally empathetic, and has no issue molding herself to suit what the conversation needs. She’ll donate to charity or talk shit behind your back — whatever the conversation calls for. She’s a social butterfly that can never seem to settle on a hive, and that leaves most of her relationships at surface level.

[chimcharstar]

1-50 ho

you got it ho

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. ive been Purchasing various smelly candles for my gay divination activities, and i have a few nominees. i first thought of the candle i have now, a pink one with a very sweet vanilla smell, i love very sweet smells because it makes me think of candy which i tend to try to fill my inner void with. however im going to go with the first candle i bought, a dark orange one with a citrus smell. citrus scents are my next favourite and specifically this one reminded me of curiously smelling candles at my piano teachers apartment when i was very young. 

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

idk. ive been listening to her lion king stuff lately. dont judge me i needed to hear remixes of lion king music i was lost in that sauce in high school. and i just think shes neat. i dont think she would aggressively make me feel bad about everything, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Look……. i really don’t know???? what is the criteria?? do they need to be like my siblings? dare i criticize my arguably criticizable siblings by picking out my ideal siblings? if i pick an ideal sibling, what does that say about what im lacking in my life? do i pick celebrities i hate so theoretically my family shames them into becoming silent and self-defeating

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

50. i think im going to have to figure myself out for a long time, and achieve some personal goals first. thats my excessively confident prediction and PERHAPS educated guess

5. Do you know a hoarder?

nnnnnoooooooo????? not a real, cant function because of hoarding hoarder. i can see in a few family members, including myself, liking to hang onto things that maybe become sentimental/unnecessary clutter but that sounds like something many non-hoarders experience?

6. Can you do a split?

lemme try one sec

NO

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Idk maybe 7? Or 11? i think my parents taught me at a children age and then i started biking for fun like, later, like pre middle school?

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

1. i dont really remember swimming in an ocean but i may have faded childhood memories of salty water and seaweed

9. How many countries have you been to?

2… i went to idaho for a band trip… my dad really doesnt like travelling

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

HAHAHA

NO. ACTUALLY YES. but its funny because the specific brand of christianity we are supposed to be is super pacifist so ive heard. but then i remembered one dude apparently who joined the us military?????? it seemed like it was… an unusual choice. i dont really know anything else about this guy, not even his name

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

🙏 *inhale* buddy. oooooohhffffff i want to say something gender neutral honestly. i dont want to rock the boat being unconventional or something but im just thinking of all those years trying to live up to a feminine name

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

same i guess… why have i never thought about this????? was i preoccupied naming myself.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

hmmmmm hmmmmm trying to unlock the vault. i think i remember a 1 or a 0 on a math quiz. i think i got 30% or something very very bad (i dont even want to know) on my last english exam, but to be fair, i was having such a bad mental breakdown my professor did an intervention

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

like a very very small child? i was obsessed with the save-ums (?!?!?) for some reason. i would sing the anthem… no. theme song? i dont know. i guess it was catchy and there were lots of fun characters. OHHHH I SEE WHATS WRONG

ITS BECAUSE WE ONLY HAD A TV TILL I WAS LIKE 5 OR SOMETHING. what are you cultured people watching as children? what are the shows? 

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

>:(

My Halloween experience:

i dont even remember i probably had some kind of fairy wings? i think i remember fairy wings. we went to one (1) house. later on, since we werent allowed to go trick-or-treating, we were each allotted a certain amount of candy, and if we ate more than a designated amount per day, we were in trouble and wouldnt be allowed anymore. i do remember getting in trouble for this. i think i stole someones candy. sibling against sibling. finally we were allowed to go trick or treating, i went with my younger brothers and by then, was a teenager and felt too tall and really uncomfortable

LMAO I JUST REMEMBERED THAT LAST TIME WE WENT TRICK-OR-TREATING NOT IN A RURAL AREA, my dad drove us around in a van and watched us like a hawk i believe. it was very tense and methodical.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

i read the harry potter series (I WROTE SIBLIGS LOL) more times than i could count while growing up. i read the first hunger games book and didnt fancy it for whatever reason, and i had an obnoxious twilight-hating phase.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

no

sometimes, though, im really genuinely worried about what accent i do have. im worried i read so much harry potter growing up, it rubbed off on me. when i was a server, people would ask about an unusual accent i apparently had, and once, when i was talking to a super british guy who called me luv at walmart, he was like STOP. WAIT. YOU HAVE A BRITISH ACCENT. and i was like WHAT UHHH BYEBYE AND HE WAS LIKE NO. I HEARD YOU. STOP and i was like that michael jackson meme where he covers his face running away and everyone else in the line was staring

18. Did your mother go to college?

i believe she went to a bible college where people put a grand piano on top of the roof. 

19. Are your grandparents still married?

all of my grandparents are dead.

…. hmmMMMM yow. ok. my grandparents who werent estranged stayed married for as long as either of them were living… however, my OTHER grandparents, i mean the fucking kidnappers, my abuser grandpa… remarried? when he was… really really aging. im judging him for it because i know what kind of person he was.

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

I WISH. my parents didnt seem to like that sort of thing (surprise). im interested in it now but… as usual… i feel like its too late, im too old.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

….. i… i thought i did… hes blessed… thats all.

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

ಠ_ಠ 

*crickets*

how could you ask me this?

no wait! i went to the waterslides. then, later on, i was never allowed to go to the waterslides.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Spanish. ive been “intending” to learn for a long time, and a lot of people who have been really good influences on me and been genuinely kind to me speak it, id like to learn it

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

grey

one sec

yup thats canadian!

25. Is your father bald?

on the top of his head, yes >:(

26. Do you know triplets?

no?

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

no? what is this straight stuff? i listened to the dramatic titanic song and felt nothing.

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

i guess so, at a friends house! i dont think otherwise ive gone to a restaurant and actually had indian food

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

*gazes tearily at my OWN FUCKING OLD WORKPLACE

the food was sO GOOD MAN. IT WAS SO GOOD. im just not saying because despite how stalkable i probably am already, i dont want to be specific

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

no whats that

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

w

belong? whats bjs? whats a warehouse for?

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

i decided at one point they would never tell me this and it was no use asking. i do know they almost named my brother a very fusty old fashioned name fitting in with the thomas the tank engine theme 

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

G is the ONLY one i will accept so far.

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

:)

i……… hmmmm…. i really dont like picking favourites. each person in my life has a unique relationship with me (even though a lot of them arent very warm, trusting or close). because of unhealthy middle school friendships ive grown an aversion to ranking relationships as if they have material value.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

rural, i think. i need nature in my life!!! but i also need to be able to have connections to people.

36. Can you whistle?

yes, but not very loudly or accurately

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

no, but ive always wanted a nightlight

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

ive started to, yeah! this morning i made a whole thing with bread and mushrooms and eggs, and coffee, and i ate it outside watching the traffic. im really trying to treat myself nicely you see. its what id do for someone else.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

THAT

BOY

JUICE!

WELCOME TO MY BUILD A BOY WORKSHOP!

SHOTS!SHOTS!SHOTS!

and im really fortunate to be in pretty good health, and have access to things i do need

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I dont think… i actually have any. id say gender dysphoria but i think it was informed consent. (im VERY lucky)

im pretty sure there are SOME mental conditions running around undiagnosed. MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING PROPERLY

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

for myself? once… when i got hives and started swelling up all over, but otherwise was fine. i really wonder what that was. other times was visiting sick/dying relatives which has made me feel sad and apprehensive whenever i enter a hospital or smell the food

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

yes! i had a gerbil named nemo! 

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

D:

i dont … remember … really nowhere special i actually have yet to find some jeans i LOVE. sometimes there is a pair of jeans that sparks joy. i do not have such a pair

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

my sister said my pants looked good on me. they are actually their pants, which they left on the floor in my room for an unknown reason, and they want them back. of course.

but because im excited about it and want to brag, the real compliment was when i made borscht and my sister not only ate it faster than me, but wanted a second helping. and my roommate stuck his face in the steam and said it smelled good. hell yes. i put fucking cilantro in it. fcking beast mode.

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

yes. theyre usually really emotional and symbolic. if ive been talking to my parents, theyre usually nightmares. ive been reading about dream interpretation for a long time to deal with some of the ominous images that can come up

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

red rose reminds me of wheni was little my mom would make really sweet sweet red rose tea for me (thats the kind she drinks all the time) and it brings me those good feelings. otherwise licorice spice really appeald to me for some reason.

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

LMAO UHHH…brb

six. because of social pressure.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

i never thought about this kind of thing…. i really don’t know….. id just want them to know how to be kind to others and themselves and thats literally it. 

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

i was one of those edgy kids trying to spoil it for everyone. guess what other common fun thing my parents didnt do

50. Why do you have a youtube? 

i dont! so i dont know what this question means! :)

HOLY SHIT I MADE IT THRU HIGH FIVE 

[artificialqueens]

Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Chapter Five - pureCAMP

A/N - the end is here! kinda. not really. epilogue to come lmao, i hope u  have enjoyed this ride!! im sick bleh :(

Outside the chapel, Trixie was beginning to panic. All of the guests had arrived and were seated - even all three dads, who she’d managed to quietly lie to that she’d decided it was perhaps easier for her mom to give her away - but her mom was nowhere to be seen. Of course, Trixie knew she was probably finishing up in the courtyard, but that didn’t stop her from worrying. It was her wedding day and she was downright jittery.

  Beneath the jitters, though, she was completely excited. No one had allowed her even the slightest glimpse of Brian, insisting that it was bad luck. Even Jinkx had said it was bad luck, and that it would be ‘very Greek’ for something odd to go wrong. Mostly out of nervousness, she’d listened, letting her excitement build up.

  Just through the wall she was leaning against, was her soon-to-be husband, smartly dressed and handsome in his suit. The beginning of the rest of her life was encroaching like the flowers in spring, opening out into something truly beautiful. Despite her wedding worries, as she watched the sun hovering low in the sky, ready to sink in a few hours, she felt safe and relaxed. Whatever happened would happen. Whatever consequences of her impulsive actions there were, it didn’t matter. Today was her day.

  “Trixie!” Naomi squeaked, running as best as she could in her bridesmaid dress. “It’s okay! She’s here!”

  Trixie nearly melted with her sigh of relief. Sure enough, Sharon appeared at the top of the cliff, smiling wearily. Her eyes were rimmed red, bits of her updo falling around her face, but she looked unbelievably beautiful. Trixie wished that her mom saw what she did.

  “Sorry, my sweetpea.” She apologised, pulling Trixie into a hug. “I’m not as young as I used to be. I’m here now.”

  It was an excuse, and Trixie knew it. Her mom always talked about being old and fragile, but she was as dramatic as Trixie; she was only in her late thirties, and Trixie knew she was agile from the sheer amount of work she did on a daily basis. Still, something in her mom’s eyes told her that whilst it was a lie, the truth was hurting her. Trixie let it slide.

  “Let’s go.” She whispered.

  The bridesmaids filtered in first. Naomi walked with Karl, who curiously only seemed to have eyes for Raja on the front row. Kim was left with Joshua, who was sweet, one of Brian’s best friends, but a little obnoxious at times. Trixie could hear the soft music being played on the piano, and grasped at Sharon’s arm. Her mom nodded.

  “You can do this. Good luck.”

  Stepping inside felt incredible. Everyone rose from their seats, quietly gasping and cooing at her beautiful dress. Trixie, however, only had eyes for her groom at the head of the chapel. He was fiddling self-consciously with his suit, his face positively lighting up at Trixie’s arrival. She smiled widely at him, her eyes quickly casting around the room. Justin, Jaremi and Willam were all sat on different rows, wedged in wherever there was a bit of space. She felt bad for having to reject them, for ultimately deciding that really, she didn’t need them to give her away, but it was for the best. At the end of the day, whoever he was, her dad was attending her wedding. That was all that mattered.

  It was relieving, actually. When Trixie invited them, she knew she wouldn’t have much time to get to know any of them. Pressure had been mounting ever since each of them had offered, and she was glad to be rid of that stress. Willam was funny, Justin was sweet, and she had hardly spoken to Jaremi - but the person she valued most was the person who deserved to give her away. It had to go full circle, so she had to choose her mom.

  As the soft piano music ceased, the minister gestured for everyone to sit. With a proud smile, Sharon squeezed Trixie’s arm and took her seat, leaving her stood at the altar. Brian took her hand, murmuring “Wow!” repeatedly under his breath. Trixie fought to hold back her giggles. He always had a way of making her feel the most beautiful, even when she was already regarded as pretty. Everyone in the room thought she looked stunning, but Brian’s view of her made everyone else’s seem ugly. His eyes were filled with adoration.

  “Welcome to Trixie and Brian, and to all their friends and family who have arrived today to witness the union of these two souls.” The minister spoke pleasantly. “It is always a blessed occasion when two families meet and become united through love, so for this reason I would also like to extend a warm welcome to Sharon, who represents Trixie’s family.”

  Trixie turned, grinning happily at her mom. Clearly, the greeting had been a little unexpected, because Sharon blushed deeply and nodded, sinking down in her seat. Brian reached over and squeezed her hand, pulling her back into the ceremony.

  The minister opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off.

  “A-And welcome to Trixie’s dad.” Sharon stood up, sending gasps across the chapel. “I… Trixie, he is here. I shouldn’t have lied.”

  Trixie’s heart nearly stopped beating altogether then and there. The very last thing she had expected was for her mom to interject and reveal the truth. In fact, as she waited for her to reach the top of the cliff, she’d made her plan. After the wedding, she would confess why Sharon’s ex-lovers were mysteriously on the island at the time of her wedding. Of course, she would have to be forgiven as it was her wedding day, and then all would be well.

  That plan had gone out of the window.

  Whispers rippled throughout the pews. Trixie could see all three men shifting in their seats, unsure of the next move. Even Trixie herself wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She clutched Brian’s hand tightly.

  “I know.” She answered, shocking herself. “I invited him here.”

  Sharon looked like she was about to choke as louder gasps came from the wedding guests. For a few heart-stopping moments, she was silent, her mouth open with no words coming out.

  “But… But you can’t have!” Sharon looked dumbfounded. “I don’t know which one it is!”

  Then, like someone had pulled a trigger, her eyes widened with recognition. She let out a shaky gasp as though she’d been hit.

  “Oh my god!” She nearly screamed, her voice several octaves higher than usual. At this new revelation, utter chaos broke out amongst the guests. Trixie’s dads were looking confused as they tried to gauge the situation whilst the rest of the guests gossiped, utterly scandalized.

  Somewhere nearby, Trixie heard Jinkx murmur something about how typical it was, to wait twenty years for a dad and ending up with three. Under usual circumstances she would’ve laughed, but she couldn’t. The truth was coming out and Trixie didn’t know what to do.

  “The diary, the diary!” Sharon half-whispered, mortified. “You invited them… that’s why they’re here!”

  Shaking as though she were about to pass out, she clung to the arm of her chair. Raja pulled her down so she could sit, supported, and gestured for the wedding to continue as she calmed Sharon down. Somewhat reluctantly, Trixie faced the minister again - avoiding Brian’s eyes. She was sure he was staring at her, wondering what the fuck she’d done.

  “Now,” He continued, looking slightly uncomfortable, “The commitment that this couple are about to make is a serious one. They will promise to love-”

  “Hold on.” Another voice interrupted. Everyone turned to face the speaker, and Trixie’s heart rate quickened as her eyes fell on Justin, who had stood up.

  “Let me see if I’m getting this right. Trixie could be my daughter - or she could be Jaremi’s, or Willam’s?”

  Sharon rose to her feet instantly, her face fragile but her voice defensive. “Yes. That’s right. But I wouldn’t go getting on your high horse, sir. I wasn’t the one who had a love affair despite having a fiancée waiting for me at home.”

  Justin hung his head. “I didn’t marry her. I couldn’t, because she wasn’t you.”

  As shocked as everyone else in the room, Trixie moved away from the altar to stand next to her mom. It was clear by her trembling hands and the delicacy of the mask on her face that she needed support.

  “O-Oh.” Sharon stammered, before shaking her head and changing her tone. “R-Regardless, I don’t need to justify myself to you.” She added snippily. “But Trixie, sweetheart… can you forgive me? For not knowing?”

  Trixie threw her arms around her mom, hugging her tightly. With everything that she’d put her angel of a mom through, the very least she could do was remind her just how much she loved her. She’d been angry, but the realization had come at the perfect time. She didn’t need a dad, didn’t need to resent her mom. She’d been blessed with the world’s best parent all along.

  “Mom!” She said. “I could never hold this against you. I don’t care if you’ve slept with millions of guys! You’re my mom. You made me who I am today.”

  Sharon’s eyes filled with tears. She clung to Trixie for an extra moment before letting go, mouthing her thanks. Thankfully, the guests had settled, and had stopped gossiping about the three potential dads in order to appreciate the mother-daughter affection they were now witnessing.

  This had to be the most eventful wedding of all time, Trixie thought.

  “I, uh…” Sharon addressed the room, her face suddenly crimson. “I haven’t slept with millions of men.”

  Jinkx cackled. “Not yet!”

  At the back, Justin grinned and wolf-whistled. Trixie giggled.

  “Okay…” The minister spoke under his breath, seemingly perturbed. “Right. So. They will promise to love and cherish one another for the rest of their lives, whatever may happen in those coming years. Though it may be difficult, these two will promise-”

  Willam stood up. “So, can I claim a third? I feel like a third is pretty good, all things considered. Trix is an awesome kid. Girl, if you ever need a place to stay in LA, I’m your man.”

  “He’s right.” Jaremi butted in. “I don’t know her very well, and Sharon - I haven’t seen you in twenty years. But I’m happy with a third.”

  Sharon rolled her eyes. “I…”

  Justin grinned a second time, raising his hand. “I’m also happy with a third. Trixie’s an incredible young woman, and I’m proud to be able to associate with her in any way at all.”

  All of the interruptions finally aside, the wedding went on. As the minister spoke, Trixie zoned out. She didn’t really care about his ramblings about God, or commitments, or love. All she was here to do was say two words, sign a document, and then leave to begin the rest of her life.

  Still, it was customary to listen to the droning on and on at a wedding, so she did her best. Most of it, she spent sending looks at Brian, trying to communicate purely through looks. Trixie wasn’t sure how to convey ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I tried and failed to find my dad by inviting three potentials to our wedding and now they’ve caused a bit of a stir and distressed mom’, but she tried regardless. Later, she would give him the proper story, along with a heartfelt apology to her mom. For now, she just needed to get through the boring part.

  “Now,” The minister’s tone changed, causing Trixie to pay attention once again. “Do you, Brian McCook take Trixie Needles to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

  Brian smiled, his eyes full of love. “I-”

  “Don’t.” Trixie interjected. This time, the chapel reacted wildly.

  “Babe!” Brian exclaimed, his brow furrowed. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  Trixie smiled calmly. “I’m fine. I’m great, actually. I’m young. We’re young. You don’t want to get married, why don’t we just wait?”

  Brian frowned. “Are you sure of what you’re saying? Trixie, you wanted this!”

  “I didn’t know what I wanted.” Trixie told him, facing everyone else. “I didn’t know anything. But now I do. Brian, I love you so much. We don’t need to get married yet, I know you don’t want to. We can take it easy, go and see the world like we planned. I love you, and you love me, and - maybe the time will be right in a few years! We don’t have to rush.”

  It felt good to let it all out. The thoughts had only just come to her, but she knew in that moment that it was right. She had wanted to get married, before. But she was realizing lots of truths; one of the truths being that love can wait. She didn’t need a white dress and a ring to prove she loved Brian. Memories of time spent together meant more than any piece of jewelry ever could.

  “I love you.” Brian told her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Trixie leaned into him, smiling against his lips, her hands draped over his shoulders. Around them, the guests of the wedding had all stood up, cheering and clapping and celebrating despite the lack of matrimonial union.

  Trixie stayed wrapped in Brian’s arms when they broke the kiss, elated with happiness.The guests were chaotic in the best kind of way, but the minister didn’t seem to know what was happening.

  Me neither, she thought.

  “I take it the wedding is cancelled, Sharon?” He asked nervously.

  Sharon shrugged, shaking her head. “I don’t know! I don’t know what the fuck is happening right now!”

  Justin started to pick his way through the congregation of people who were all stood celebrating at the very back of the chapel, and emerged at the front. The aisle was clear, with only Trixie, Brian, Sharon, Jinkx and Raja still at the altar and front row. There was nothing to separate any of them.

  “It’s a shame to waste a wedding.” Justin announced, silencing everyone. Trixie followed his gaze, squeezing Brian’s hand when she realized it was fixed on her mom.

  Sharon coughed, holding her head in the air. “Well. It’s not like it matters.”

  “Why waste it?” Justin responded. “How about it, Needles?”

  He got to one knee.

  Trixie squealed excitedly, along with everyone else, and rushed to stand next to her mom. Between her, Raja and Jinkx, they attempted to push Sharon towards him, but she was having none of it.

  “This is crazy!” She exclaimed. “This has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever suggested since - since-”

  He smiled teasingly. “Since I dared you to skinny-dip with me at midnight?”

  Sharon threw her hands in the air. “Yes! No! God, it was fucking freezing, and you knew my mother was waiting for me and that someone was gonna catch us and yet-”

  “You still did it.” Justin reminded her. “You still said yes.”

  Sharon snorted. “I was eighteen.”

  “And now you’re thirty eight.” Justin shrugged. “Why does that matter?”

  “Because-!”

  “I can’t conceal it, Sharon.” Justin said, producing a ring from his pocket. “Don’t you feel it? You love me too, you can’t deny it. Well?”

  Trixie’s voice was the first of many. She clutched Sharon’s shoulders, bouncing excitedly.

  “Say I do!” She urged. “Come on! I do!”

  “Go on, Sharon!”

  “Say it!”

  “Tell him I do!”

  “Just try it!”

  “I do!”

  Sharon’s voice sent everyone reeling. As soon as she’d spoken, her eyes went wide and her skin blushed fiercely. “I do? I… I do! I do!”

  The group of women behind her nearly toppled Sharon in their attempt to push the pair closer. Justin walked forwards of his own accord, the two meeting in the middle. For a tense moment, nothing happened. Trixie held her breath.

  “Twenty years hasn’t changed you, Sharon Needles.” Justin grinned. “Does this satisfy you?”

  She squealed again as Justin took her mom’s hand, kissing it before sliding the ring onto her finger. Trixie crept up from behind, setting her veil onto Sharon’s head, and ran back to hug Brian.

  The wedding hadn’t exactly gone to plan, but Trixie couldn’t have expected an outcome any better than this one. It had become increasingly clear to her through Sharon’s diary, Justin’s behaviour and their body language together that there was clearly still feelings between them. Twenty years apart, twenty years of heartbreak and resentment and unresolved tension, was finally reaching a climax.

  Soon enough, Trixie had secured her veil properly onto her mom’s head, claiming she didn’t need it anymore, and had taken her space at the front of the chapel to watch the ceremony. Luckily for everyone, it was incredibly quick, as most of it had already been completed earlier.

  “Do you, Justin Andrew Honard, take Sharon Needles to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

  Justin’s face was inches from Sharon’s, his smile bright. “I do.”

  “And do you, Sharon Needles, take Justin Andrew Honard to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

  Sharon was laughing incredulously. “Oh my god… I do.”

  “Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

  Taking everyone by surprise, Justin dipped Sharon to the ground, holding her tight so she wouldn’t fall. Her arms came up around his neck, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss. And it just… happened, just like that.

  —

  Just after dusk, when the sky was a happy marriage of inky black and blushing mauve, was the perfect time for a reception, Trixie decided. Beneath the blossoming trees, the tables were laid out in the courtyard, lit with softly flickering candles. The only sounds that could be heard was the gentle scraping of cutlery against plates, soft murmuring of the guests, and the waves crashing in on the shore in the distance. The air felt magical.

  Trixie was seated next to her mom, with Brian the other side of her. Both of them had laughed as they expressed their gratefulness that the wedding hadn’t gone ahead after all. It was strangely scary and stressful to stand in front of everyone whilst they were so young, but they also both agreed that the ceremony hadn’t gone to waste at all. Trixie had always thought her mom was beautiful, ever since she was a child, but beautiful didn’t seem to cover it anymore. She was radiant, glowing with youth and happiness. Her eyes sparkled happily with new life and new love. Her laugh was a screechy, high-pitched cackle at every single one of Justin’s jokes.

  “Remember when we got caught?” Sharon was giggling. “Raja and Jinkx…”

  Justin spluttered a laugh. “Oh my god. We told them I was helping you remove your makeup…”

  “Well, you were.” Sharon shrugged, then cackled. “Oh wow! This is… this is something.”

  Justin grinned. “Does it ever hit you that any of these funny memories we have could’ve been the night you conceived Trix?”

  Sharon nodded. “Oh my god! For all we know it could’ve been the first night!”

  Trixie laughed and nudged her. “Mom, let’s not do this guessing game again. We’ll never figure it out.”

  After the celebrations, when Trixie had one precious moment alone with her mom, she confessed everything in full - the diary, the letters, her hopes that something good would come of it. Sharon had filled her in with the bits that the diary missed, mirroring Trixie’s honesty. At the end of it all, they’d reconciled with a teary hug.

  “That’s true,” Sharon agreed, her features gentle in the candlelight. One of her hands was entwined with Justin’s. “Still, the day I found out about you, my heart kind of just told me that it was Justin. That’s what I told Jinkx and Raja, anyway. Could be totally wrong.”

  Justin seemed flattered. “I don’t mind.”

  Sharon softened. “Me neither.”

  Brian leant over to Trixie. “I can’t believe this. Your mom is whipped.”

  “I can hear you, McCook, and I’m not afraid to beat your ass.” Sharon retorted, but there was no malice in her tone.

  Brian shrugged. “I’d go after Karl, not me. He’s been making eyes at Raja all evening.”

  Gasping, Trixie peered over the tables to see if she could spot him. She found the telltale streak of blonde amongst his black hair and watched as he winked and mouthed ‘Call me’ in Raja’s general direction.

  “I don’t know which one I feel more sorry for.” She commented. “Raja for being chased by Karl of all maniacs, or Karl for trying to get with Raja of all cougars.”

  Before she could continue her analysis of Karl’s misplaced crush, the gentle tapping on glass that silenced the guests stopped her. Her heart swelled as Justin stood, his eyes hardly leaving Sharon the whole time.

  “Thank you all so much for… sticking around through this rollercoaster of a day. I don’t think any of us expected it to end like this.”

  Everyone laughed.

  “But I’m glad it did.” He continued. “And I won’t bore you for too long, but I just have a little something to say.”

  Trixie’s eyes flitted over towards her mom. Sharon was sat with her face resting on one of her hands, her fingers curled around a glass of champagne, her eyes filled with love as she gazed up at Justin. She looked at him as though he’d hung the moon and stars in the sky just for her.

  “Twenty one years ago, I met the woman of my dreams. She was pretty, yes, and funny, and musical, but most of all she was feisty and powerful. I knew she’d be the death of me, and she really was. Unfortunately, time, circumstance and my stupid mistakes kept us apart. But even after I was gone, she stayed with me. She was all I could think about.”

  “Whether or not I was the one who gave her Trixie, whether or not it was my name she cursed when everything became too much, I just never stopped loving her, and I never will. So here’s to us.” He raised his glass of champagne, prompting everyone to do the same. “Still in love after all these years, and not too old for sex.”

  Jinkx and Raja drummed on the table, whooping and wolf-whistling at the last part as Sharon burst into laughter. Everyone toasted to the couple, smiles on their faces.

  “Eh, he’s not wrong, Trix!” Jinkx leant over the table to reach Trixie, clearly a little wine-drunk.

  Raja joined her, in the same state. “Yeah! Maybe soon you could have a brother or a sister!”

  Trixie batted them away, giggling. “Eww, Aunty Raja! Don’t be gross!”

  “It’s possible!” Jinkx defended her, cackling madly. “And at least this time she’ll know the father!”

  “Ew!” Trixie said again. “That’s my mom you’re talking about!”

  “Darling,” Raja told her. “As a best friend, it’s our job to taint and disgust you purely because you’re Sharon’s daughter, and we’re her friends. It’s just how the world works!”

  Sharon turned away from Justin. “And as a mom, it’s my job to stop you. Trix, cover your ears, sweetheart. Don’t listen to these rotted old whores talking about my fucking fertility.”

  “I won’t.” She promised.

  As the tables started to talk again, Sharon took Trixie’s hand. “Did you open that envelope yet?”

  Trixie shook her head. It was in her purse, though she’d forgotten all about it. As much as she enjoyed the old wedding traditions, she failed to see the relevance of the blue envelope.

  “Open it.” Sharon urged quietly.

  Out of all of the things Trixie had guessed might be inside, she hadn’t expected a cheque for a ridiculously large amount of money. Caught unawares, her jaw dropped to the floor.

  “Willam gave this to me.” Sharon told her, her voice low. “I thought you could use it instead. Take it travelling with you.”

  Trixie wanted to cry. Her entire life she’d been acutely aware of a struggle for money - it was common knowledge that Sharon struggled to put food on the table and buy new clothes and pay the mortgage and finance her business. Yet even now, with a sum of money that could solve that decades-long issue, she wouldn’t keep it.

  “But mom, think of what this could do for the hotel!” She insisted.

  Sharon took Trixie’s hand. “I don’t need it. Justin has worked in marketing before, he’s going to put this place on the line.”

  “Online.” Trixie corrected.

  “Yeah, that.” Sharon said. “It’ll help attract some tourists, and I can use that money to make my repairs and replacements. In the meantime, you deserve to live and be young. The money’s yours.”

  Trixie threw her arms around her. “Mom, I love you so much. Thank you.”

[orchiideous-blog]

❝ oh, look it’s niamh finnigan-thomas, a sixteen year old half-blood witch attending hogwarts. she is a sixth year gryffindor student. their friends would say they are fiesty + independent but can also be impulsive + stubborn. they are known around the castle as the firecracker. some swear they look like simay barlas but they would disagree. ❞

    it’s ya girl britt back again with intro number two for my my trash, but slightly more lovable spazzy babe niamh ! once again, you can add me on discord on britt.#6471 or hit me up in ims and i will love you down, but her info is below the cut. 

okay so this is my trash child niamh

she was born to a muggle bother in ireland, the product of a fling between an engaged wizard visiting from america over the summer. her mother was only seventeen at the time and quickly grew very attached to dominic, who was older than her. when she told him she was pregnant, he left her and returned to america, leaving her mother, aiyla, devastated. 

despite wishing to keep niamh, her being a piece of the not so wonderful summer love she could hold onto, aileen was severely injured in child birth and would soon die from the traumatic birth, leaving niamh orphaned.

news of her death reached dominic in america and he had niamh transferred to a wizarding orphanage, though he would never lie eyes on his daughter.

however, it was in this orphanage were she would get adopted, just before her first birthday and thus found a new life with seamus and dean finnigan-thomas.

niamh loves her dads more than anything in the world. they are her sun and her stars and she is forever grateful for the life they gave her and bringing her up in such a beautiful and loving environment. 

they are huge influences on her activism and one of the reason why she is so unafraid to speak her mind. will throw hands to anybody who insults them or insults her friends. probably threw toy trucks and people that looked at her dads weird in kindergarten 

has the same type of love with her friends, would throw hands in 0.2 seconds

niamh was a very full on child, constantly full of energy and having a dramatic flair from a young age. though dean and seamus had intended to adopt again, they had found this child to have their work cut out for them, and they were not the richest family, living in a small cottage on the outskirts of the city.

they did however, periodically foster children in need, these some of the best times of niamh’s life as she was always a social child and had wished for a big family like she had seen growing up beside the longbottoms and the potters. i have a wanted connection up for this and i would adore for someone to take it up ! niamh would have been very attached to those siblings and no matter where they ended up, would still consider them as part of her family.

though, knowing the story of her adoption and the comings and goings of foster children left her with some bad attachment issues. she keeps her social circle as large as possible and is terrified of growing too close to someone, afraid that they will only leave her hurt, as so many did in the past. 

though she is a tough flower and doesn’t like to show off her weaknesses to many. 

she was a very spazzy child and had a very short attention span as a child, especially when beginning hogwarts. she used to always wear her hair in a braid she did herself and had to get her friends to teach her about make up 

now, she hasn’t changed all the much, physcially maturer and somewhat emotionally, but she is still just as lively and fiesty as she was as a child

she is very sporty, into running why bitch and into quidditch, a beater for the gryffindor team. 

she is not the most responsible however, always getting into trouble for something and has a very do now, think later sort of attitude.

dare her to something? she will do it. probably how she dies tbh

rules ? sorry she doesnt know them

loves a good party

generally just a very sociable person, she loved meeting other people and just being in the midst of everything. 

her one true passion besides sports would be astronomy, you can always find her out looking at the stars if she’s feeling low and wanted to be an astronaunt until the age of 7 until she found out what it required and decided it was too much work

she is at the same time very emotional while not emotional at all, she has many emotions that she suppresses to they tend to come out in weird bursts. 

she’s the type of person you’d go to if you needed cheering up, not really the type of person you’d want to ask advice on things however. though if you did she would really try and do her best to give u good advice ok even if it wasnt

a big figiter

liberal views

wants to get lots of tattoos of smiley faces made from her freckles

very comfortable with herself, probably consider becoming a nudist at some point ngl

loves pasta, you’ve never met a bigger otp than niamh and pasta

very into the flower child, 70s, hippie, disco whole vibe. wears lots of flare pants and loves the beegees and earth wind and fire. she collects records and will obnoxiously play them all the time.

also very into 90s and 2000s pop music, rihanna is her icon and she probably dreamed of being part of destiny’s child at some point. jealous that her dads got to grow up in that era

a big Meme tbh, the kind of person that would send u vines at 3am

also one of those people who has random bruises everywhere but no idea how he got them.

holy shit this is long imma stop but??? please love my spazzy child and she will love you back okay !!

i do have some wanted connections up for her, but i am totally game just to brain storm and would love all the plots so give this post a like and i will come and ask for plots !!!

[celestialmarkiplier]

A Deal With The Devil (Darkiplier)

Requested? Nope, this is my first one shot from this tumblr account so I don’t think I’ll be getting requests for a while, I do accept them though!!

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)

Prompt / Summary: “We can’t go in there…” (prompt)

Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of??

“Guys,” I start, hearing my voice waver and give up how nervous I truly was. “We can’t go in there… It’s dangerous. I mean, we’ve all heard the legends. That place is haunted.” I try to persuade. All I get in return is a chorus of loud and obnoxious laughter.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve already made it this far! We might as well just go in and see what the place looks like. Besides, you said it yourself, the stories are just legends! There isn’t any real harm.” My friend tries to talk to me. I sigh and look over the place again, the old asylum has been abandoned for many years. It hasn’t been used since the 1960’s and the only sign of humans being here in the last couple decades is all the graffiti covering the outer walls. The place has supposedly been haunted by an evil spirit since it shut down. My friends decided it would be fun to go, considering none of them believe in ghosts and all just wanted to find a new place to get high without being caught. I cross my arms defiantly and shake my head. Another friend sighs before snatching my car keys out of my hand and throwing them over the fence. I gasp and scream out a small ‘no!’ but it's too late, the keys are on the other side and all of my friends are moving forward to cross over the fence.

“Now you have to at least cross over the fence. And what’s the point of crossing over but not going in? Come on, live a little!”

With a dramatic sigh, I shake my head and cross the fence. Well, I’m here now, might as well take a look around.

-

As soon as we are inside there is an automatic shift in temperature. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself. This was a mistake, a bad one. I should have never let them pressure me into coming in here. I turn around and am just about to walk out the door without being noticed when it slams shut loudly. I jump and whirl my head around to find all of my friends gone, they have already moved into different rooms apparently and left me alone therefore no one was there to witness the door. Now, I have seen many horror movies in my day, and I know how these things usually end. Things do not look good for me. I shake my head, no Y/N, you can’t think like that. Just go find your friends and get the hell out of here.

I quickly move into another room, then another, and another, seeing my friends nowhere to be found. Finally, I move into a room on one of the upper floors and see a figure standing near a boarded up window. I sigh in relief and head towards the person who I believe is one of my friends, ignoring the static that had surrounded me and replaced the previous ringing in my ears. I move until I’m right in front of the person before opening my mouth to speak. I don’t know who it is, the room is far too dark to recognize anything. But I do know that the person is tall with broad shoulders and dark hair. I furrow my eyebrows, now that I am closer I can see that this doesn’t look like a friend of mine.

“Hello? Uhm, listen this place is freaking me out. I think we need to get everyone else and leave, like right now.” I say nervously and cross my arms over my chest. All I get in return is silence. The figure hasn’t moved, just staring out a small space between the wooden pieces covering the window. I try again. “Excuse me, I’m talking to you,” I say, honestly a little bit frustrated with the lack of response. I wait a minute before hearing a low rumble in the back of the man’s throat. He rolls his neck as if trying to release some sort of tension before turning to me with his arms still behind his back.

My eyes widen and a hand flies up to cover my open mouth. Oh no, the creature I am looking at is not human.

His body is very human-like, but now that he has turned around and stepped into the sliver of light that had come in from the gap in the window, I can see he is otherworldly. His skin is paler than a human, he has sharper features which are noticeable even when in the dim lighting. His jaw and cheekbones are more defined and the veins in his hands pop out more than what is considered normal. I lock eyes with him and see his eyes aren’t natural, either. They are a deep, almost black, color. I try to step back, however, my body refuses to move as he starts to circle me predatorily.

“You feeble humans never learn, do you?” I hear a velvety voice hum from where the entity was standing behind me. I gulp and watch him circle around me. He tilts his head and gives me a once over. “I must say, you aren’t quite like the rest that came in with you. They all had a strong smell of… drugs, and alcohol.” He grimaces before continuing, “You, however, have a very… pure essence.”

“What did you do with my friends?!” I suddenly shout, trying (and failing) to move. They may not be the best people in the world but they are still my friends and I do still feel protective over them. The dark being that has at some point moved in front of me smirks before talking again.

“I am afraid they have been terminated. Don’t fret, though. You will meet the same fate they have soon enough.” He says and leans in so he is inches away from my face. I turn my head away from him and whimper as his breath fans over my neck.

“Please,” I say shakily, “Just let me go. I-I won’t tell anyone about what happened here. Just let me run away and I’ll never come back.” I try to bargain but he just chuckles.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Y/N.” He shakes his head at me and I barely register the fact that he knows my name without me ever saying it. “You and your friends need to be taught a lesson. There is no getting out of it.”

He wraps a large hand around my throat, slowly tightening his grip until it is hard for me to breathe. I claw at his chest and wrist to try and get him to stop, however, he doesn’t let go. With the small amount of breath I still have I make one last attempt at saving myself. “Wait,” I choke out, “How about we make a deal?” I manage to say in between heavy breaths.

This makes the demonic man in front of me loosen his grip slightly, only enough for my lungs to get enough air to keep me from passing out. I cough a bit but can’t do much else considering I am still in his grip. “A deal, you say?” he mocks me with an amused grin. “What could a human give me that I don’t already have?”  

“Myself,” I say without thinking. By the time I realize what I have done it’s too late, more words are tumbling from my mouth before I can stop them. “I’ll do whatever you say, I-I’ll be your, uh-” What would you even call it? His slave? I didn’t have to think much before he chimed in.

“You’ll be my pet.” The man finishes. I gulp and struggle against him but his grip just tightens back up. He continues, “You’ll do anything I wish of you. Be my little plaything, my wish will become your command. In return, you get to live. Do we have a deal, Y/N?” He asks. I weigh my options, either die right now or spend eternity with the entity that will only cause trouble.

I had every intention of saying no, believe me, I did. But his grip tightening around my throat made me panic, and I choked out an answer out of utter fear. “Okay, Yes. We have a deal.” I struggle to get the words out but when I do he smirks and lets me go. I drop to my hands and knees while coughing and holding my hand that wasn’t on the floor to my throat. The demonic man above me just smirks and squats so that he is almost eye level with me.

“Now that that’s settled, you may leave. I’m feeling kind today so I’ll give you tonight to rest. Don’t think about running, because I will find you. But you can go home and relax. I will come to get you tomorrow and you will come with me back to my chambers.” The man explains and with the snap of his fingers I am no longer on the floor trying to catch my breath. I am standing with him in the lobby by the exit. He holds the door open for me and I turn to him.

“Your chambers? Are you not trapped here?” I ask curiously before adding, “And what is your name?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No I am not stuck here, I just come here searching for humans who are stupid enough to make deals with me.” He says which leaves me feeling offended and very foolish. “You can call me Dark, by the way. Now go home before I change my mind and take you with me now.”

( A/N: welllll that was my first lil one shot from this account! It might have been terrible, but im trying. just a reminder that requests are open and i would love to write for you guys! -S )

[chillerhjemmeisak]

Could you do Noora going back to London, sort of the other way around from William coming back to Oslo? :)

“This would all be somuch easier if you just learned to do what I asked!”

William winced at thesound of the front door slamming as his father stormed out. It wasn’texactly rare that William pissed him off enough to illicit such areaction but each and every time it managed to dig an even deeperwound in his chest.

“Fy faen”, hesighed, dragging a hand down his face in exhaustion. Feeling astrange sense of relief at being able to speak Norwegian, his fathernot liking the sound of it when he could scarcely understand it,William sighed.

Collapsing onto thecouch, William brought his knees up and sat back against the arm.Dropping his head onto his arms and groaning in frustration, hethought back to his phone. Sitting opposite him on the couch, havingbeen thrown precariously by his father when he caught William textingrather than listening to another useless rant.

William stared at thephone, contemplating whether or not texting Chris would help releaseany of the pent up aggression he felt. It had become habit; textingChris a simple flame emoji was enough at this point to alert his bestfriend that he needed a distraction. Almost every time it came in theform of Chris updating him about Eva, until that bordered on updatesabout Noora too much and William had to ask him to stop.

London was amazing. Itwas both better and worse than Oslo, providing him with a much neededrespite. But, where Oslo held memories of Nicolai and his troubledupbringing, London was littered with memories of Noora.

Her coat, still tuckedinto the closet, was one the many imprints she had left on William’sLondon apartment. Her make up remained tucked into a cupboard in thebathroom and the bedroom was still overflowing with her influence.From the seemingly endless supply of clothes she had left behind tothe constant whiff of her perfume William got when he entered theroom, the bedroom was still as much Noora’s as it was his.

When she had left,William hadn’t expected it to last. He knew Noora,in a way that very few, perhaps not even Eva, knew her. And he knewthat sometimes she was spontaneous and irrational.

Butwhen the first 24 hours had passed and she hadn’t returned, Williamhad to really consider that she really might have jumped on a planeback to Oslo. When the first week had been up and she hadn’treturned, William had given up, tearing through the house to figureout if she really had left.

Whilemost of her clothes remained, which was arguably why William hadn’tbelieved she’d really left in the first place, all of her valuableswere gone. Her favourite bracelet, never worn but always stored inher jewellery box, was missing. Her books, laptop, pictures andpostcards were all missing. Her favourite clothes, including her topfrom Madrid, were all vacant.

Itwas only then that William started to realise she had really left.

Ithad been hard to accept at first, but by now William was used to thedull ache in his chest when he sat in the apartment, surrounded bysilence. Noora hated silence and as such, their apartment was alwaysfull of noise from music to her endless phone calls to Eva.

Hisfather had only seemed to worsen when Noora left. When she wasaround, he had been civil, sometimes even kind. He had purposely besofter on William lest Noora stand up to him, something William knewshe wouldn’t hesitate to do.

Nowthat she was gone however, his father had become cruel. With everymention of her name, William’s father grew more and more angry, andresentful of that fact that William had not yet moved on.

ButWilliam didn’t want to.

Sohe really wasn’t sure why he had lied to Chris. Telling his bestfriend that he had found a new girlfriend had seemed like a good ideaat the time, one that reflected his desire to get Chris off his back.Chris was his best friend but that meant that the boy was neverafraid to call William out, and had been doing so every day sinceNoora left. It had seemed like the easiest solution to get him tostop; to never have to hear the words “Come back to Oslo” everagain, because with every time he heard them he felt his resolvebreak a little more.

Williamsighed deeply, slumping back into the couch and spreading his legsout to lay down. Reaching down and grabbing his phone, he shot aquick text to work to let them know he wasn’t coming in beforedropping his head back against the couch.

Itall seemed to happen at once.

Firstthere was a ping! andwhen William looked down there was a text lighting up his screen.

Heraised an eyebrow at Chris’ message, a simple “Open the door”.William gaped at his phone; had Chris seriously come all the way fromOslo without telling him first?

Then,there was a knock at the door but William didn’t move to answer it.The knock was far too soft to possibly be Chris’ and the silence thatfollowed was so unlike his best friend that William immediatelyturned to his phone to text Chris back.

From William, 9:16am

Hvafaen, Chris? What are you playing at?

To William, 9:16am

WTFbro, open the door.

From William, 9:17am

Areyou seriously outside my door right now?

To William, 9:17am

Maybe.No. I dont know.

From William, 9:17am

Youjust text me to open the door

To William, 9:17am

soopen the door

From William, 9:18am

WTFare you playing at Chris? Why are you here?

To William, 9:18am

cosim a really fucking good friend

From William, 9:18am

?

To William, 9:19am

Pleasecome outside.

Weneed to talk.

Williamfrowned at the change in tone and with a groan of frustration, pushedhimself from the couch and moved towards the door. He hovered for amoment, sighing deeply before swinging open the door.

Andhe froze.

Noorasmiled nervously, handing Chris’ phone back to him. Chris stoodcautiously off to one side, car keys hanging from his finger and asmirk on his lips.

Williamquickly tore his eyes from his best friend and focused his attentionon Noora.

Shewas exactly as he remembered and a part of him felt stupid forexpecting her to have changed so much. But William felt like he had,as though her leaving had shaped him into a completely unrecognisableperson.

Butunlike him, Noora still looked stunning. Her hair was knotted anduntidy and her lipstick was applied haphazardly but her eyes werebright and wide and as vulnerable as he remembered. Her lower lipquivered slightly and she appeared as uncomfortable in the silence ashe expected.

“Halla”,she finally spoke, breathless.

Williamknew he was staring, gaping even, but he couldn’t help it. Swallowingand averting his eyes momentarily to calm down, he spoke.

“Halla.”

Theair between them was charged, the tension not sexual but so thickthat William expected on of them to break down any moment; and heprided himself on not often doing so.

Nooralooked just as unsure, as though so afraid to say the wrong thingthat she would endure the silence in order to savour the moment.

Thatdidn’t appear likely however as the moment William opened his mouthto speak, he was cut off by the all too familiar voice of Chris.

“Faen,just kiss her already” his best friend moaned loudly.

Noorarolled her eyes and the spell was broken. Turning to Chris, shesmiled softly but with obvious exasperation. “Thanks for getting mehere Chris, but you can seriously go now.”

Chrislooked offended for a moment but the grin that followed showed hewasn’t annoyed. “No problem.” Turning to William he said proudly,“See how good of a friend I am?”

Williamrolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame and looking pointedlyat his best friend. Chris seemed to get the picture and quickly movedto leave. Just as he reached the stairs leading down to the lobby, hefroze.

“Almostforgot”, he laughed awkwardly, turning around and dropping the carkeys into William’s palm. “Here.”

Williamstared down at his hands in confusion but before he could ask, Chrisshrugged. “If you’re wondering, yeah I brought your old car toLondon. And yes, I charged all of this to your card.”

Withthat, he spun on his heel and left as dramatically as expected ofChris, throwing over his shoulder an obnoxious “have fun!” Wherehe was going, William didn’t know. Nor did he care.

Thesilence settled once more and William knew he had to say something.In his state, he somehow managed to stutter out, “You came back?”

Nooraturned back to him quickly, as though she had forgotten he was there.The look in her eyes told him that wasn’t the case however andWilliam watched as a single tear gathered in her eye.

“Ishouldn’t have left”, she said adamantly.

Williamshook his head softly. “No”, he said. “It’s a good thing youdid.” At Noora’s look of confusion, he continued. “You needed to.For you. For me too.”

Nooranodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Aftera moment, William took a deep, steadying breath. He opened the doorfurther and with as straight of a face as he could manage, he noddedNoora inside.

“Let’stalk then.”

Hope you liked it, Nonnie

[fuck-customers]

Anyways I submitted this story: 

http://fuck-customers.tumblr.com/post/160313879613/just-empty-your-fucking-handbaskets-you-cock

And I want to clear things up.

I know it's a preference based thing. I know some cashiers like you to empty the basket (like me) and there are some that don't (like some of you).

What many of you seemed to miss was that this was a post about me and my preferences. I guess I worded it a little too harshly for any of you to get what the story was really about, so let me water it down.

"Given that I prefer items emptied from baskets, I have a habit of stopping the belt and emptying baskets that were not already emptied for me. One day while doing what has become a very automatic, very routine thing in order to help me do my job better, a customer called me cute for doing that.

I am unaware if she was being snide or sincere based on her tone. Before I could reply, I turned around to set the now empty basket on the lane behind me when I almost whacked a coworker in the face with said basket. When I turned around to resume the transaction, the lady was gone. In the end I was annoyed because she was casually brushing off something I find obnoxious."

I bet none of you would be jumping down my throat for that version of the story. And to the person that said "it must be so hard to do the job you're paid to do" I'm not paid to take people's shit out of their grocery carts. Why should I have to take it out of your basket just because you can fit it on the belt?

Moreover, I DO do it anyways, because I'm paid for customer service. I am pleasant and make sure to ask the customers how they are doing even when I'm taking their items from the basket. I ask them if they found everything okay and maybe chat about the weather even if I am annoyed at what they did('nt do). I don't sit there and glare at customers and cross my arms and tap my foot until they do it for me.

Not to mention, this is a venting blog. If I want to come here and be a bit vulgar and blow things a bit out of proportion to make me feel better and blow off steam, I am allowed to do that, as is the purpose of this blog.

And yes, I actually am very ill suited for customer service - I have borderline personality disorder. It fucks with my moods a lot and i get thrown onto a rage quite easily. I blow things out of proportion. However, I think I do quite nicely at my job and haven't gotten a customer complaint since I was pregnant, back in October of 2015. You have no right to go after someone and mock them based on one post where someone was venting frustrations, even if those frustrations seem silly and dumb to you.

And for those of you wondering why I prefer handbaskets to be emptied - it makes it a lot harder to dig things out of a basket. Im short, so I'm having to reach up and over at awkward angles. It's not like on the customer end where I can put it on a floor or prop it against the counter to be at an easier level to pick things out. Nope, I have no space, I have to just leave it on the belt.

It's awkward and uncomfortable, but more importantly, it slows my speed down dramatically.

I work at an extremely busy store and being quick is highly valued. Not to mention they're tracking and posting our speeds now and I don't want mine to go down because I have to pick things out of a basket.

On top of, it's basically impossible to tell whats in the basket when you have everything crammed in there, which also makes it infinitely more difficult to bag things. It's a bit frustrating to have packages of meat on top and bottom with cans cuddling bread. It's far easier to judge what needs to be bagged with what and how to do it when its on a belt to be seen.

From my perspective, of course. Speaking only for me.

[sveltae]

20 Questions !!

tagged by my pal @juuuliaw

i tag: @firstdegreefangirl annnd that’s about it 

i did not ask for this

i have no friends

1. how tall are you? im 5′1 and three quarters !! i often experience my “pals” using my shoulder as an arm rest !!

2. what color and style is your hair? slightly wavy, side-parted dark brown hair. i guess you could say i have a girl emo fringe but thats mainly bc im too lazy to do anything w my hair, as it is tOO THICK TO FUNCTION. i can barely put it into a ponytail for fuck sake ((side note: due to my lack of sleep and high levels of stress my hair actually has hundreds of different undertones like white, blonde, red, and all that jazz but you cant see them unless i put my hair up !! )) ((its not cool its unbelievably unhealthy))

3. what color are your eyes? the vibrant and enticing shade of shit brown

4. do you wear glasses? i actually have 19/10 horrible vision and i do need glasses, but instead i wear night time contacts. theyre pretty cool as you wear the same pair every night and once you remove them in the morning you can magically see !! however my doctor refuses to give me my prescription, which saddens me as i am sometimes too lazy to put on my contacts and render close to blind the following day

5. do you wear braces? glad i got that hell over with in september 2k16

6. what is your fashion sense? literally the first thing i reach in my closet 

7. do you have any siblings? one 11-year-old sister who annoys the holy crappu out of me but i love her anyways :3

8. what kinda student were/are you? teachers hate me because i never fail to live up to my standard of know-it-all/smart ass in every class i participate in (that’s all of them) however i do make an effort to maintain rather good marks in my classes (how does one say this without being obnoxious and sounding like theyre gloating?? idk im really not trying to brag i personally think grades are a satanic concept)

9. what is your favorite subject? i love learning in general and have a certain affinity for specific aspects of every subject, but if i had to choose id probably go with algebra and language arts.

10. favorite tv shows? ...im guessing anime doesnt count

11. favorite books? dont make me fuckin decide

12. favorite pastime? reading, arting, violining, singing, musicing in generaling, volleyballing, archerying, tumblring, youtubing, eating, laughing, talking, and many more -ings

13. any regrets? giving up ice skating when i had the potential to be a junior olympian, giving up ballet when i was the prima ballerina of my class, giving up cello, giving up piano, starting volleyball late, not standing up for my friends in school, being an antisocial and depressed fuck in elementary school, being born, to name a few

14. what is your dream job? dont make me decide. although im a v dramatic person and ending up on broadway or youtube is the ultimate dream, i know im too awkward and alternative for most people so for now im just drifting along

15. ((@juuuliaw did not include this in her tag, so itll be blank until i can edit it in))

16. do you want to have kids? i being an ace and aro fuck wish to adopt a daughter and make her as flawless as i (nah jk shed just end up being really obnoxious and annoying if i raised her to be like me but i do want to adopt a daughter)

17. how many countries have you visited? two countries (china and canada), but ive been to almost every state in america!

18. whats the scariest dream youve ever had? ive trained myself to avoid sleeping because whenever i sleep i have horrible dreams about death and loved ones leaving me forever but enough about that shit

19. do you have any enemies? i secretly have a burning passionate hatred for a myriad of bastards ive encountered in my (relatively short) life time but i manage to conceal it and actually come off as quite charismatic can ya fuckin believe it la dee fuckin da pals

20. do you have a datemate? lmao no