#i am incredibly flattered and i want everyone to know about it

[awhoreintheory]

Everyone in the whole world needs to see this NOW

@luciaintheskyainthi book binded my fic Existential Sick Mode!!! (A companion fic to her scrumptious fic Existential Crisis Mode) And it looks fucking AMAZING

It's so beautiful I want to physically eat it. The best thing in existence.

[triptychofvoids]

hey just wanted to pop in and say that your Medic (or how you portray him anyways) is slowly becoming a fictive alter in my system, specifically a soother alter.

not really relevant to what you post, just thought you should know

im genuinely unsure if this is meant as as positive thing or not....? but i feel like this is something i have to address because i have received asks like this or comments in my tags about it and it keeps happening. i understand that i am just drawing canon tf2 medic over here, but that is me. those are drawings of me. i cannot control what you do or what is happening to you or other people, and i will not start fights over this, but please do not send me stuff like this please dont tell me about it. and this goes for everyone, please dont say stuff like this to me, please dont tag any of my art as kin or me or anything like that. thank you very <3

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"You're quitting?" the villain asked and the hero nearly jumped out of their own skin. They had had quite the day and the last person they had expected to see in their own living room was the villain.

"Jeez- yes-" They felt their pulse in their throat and when they set down their plate, their fingers shook. Right. They hadn't told the villain.

It was stupid that they felt - to some degree at least - obligated to tell their nemesis that they weren't interested in wearing the cape anymore. In all honesty, that feeling of obligation only existed because the hero wanted some comfort.

"You're quitting?" the villain asked again and the hero only frowned softly.

"Yeah."

"Bullshit."

"No, I am done. I am done with this." In return, the villain let out a huff and crossed their arms in front of their chest.

"You can't just quit," the villain said, as if they had any say in this. It was refreshing, though. Most people had encouraged them. Hell, their parents had begged for years, colleagues called them incredibly lucky and friends only sighed in gratitude.

But the villain didn't seem to accept this.

"I did. I did quit," the hero said. "I signed the papers and everything. They wanted to throw a party but I declined."

They stared at their wine glass. It was difficult not to feel like a total loser. Because, in the end, this was much more "giving up" than it was "quitting."

"Why?"

The hero took in a deep breath and a sip from the glass. The wine was a gift from their boss, but it tasted much too sour.

"Why are you here? Was it that necessary to break into my apartment?"

"Why are you leaving? We were just starting to..." The hero stared at the villain. Starting to...? The villain rolled their eyes. "The people love you."

They came closer, every step taken urgently. The hero was flattered but also slightly overwhelmed. They could feel their cheeks heat up when the villain was right in front of them, their hand nearly reaching for the hero's arm.

Only now, the hero realized that they had never been in their home together and moreover, the hero had never looked this revealing, even though they were fully clothed.

Their gaze was glued to the floor.

"This stupid city needs you. Most heroes are total assholes with no consideration of anyone's feelings, including citizens. Do you want that to be your legacy? The perfect hero who gave up?"

"I'm just sick of all the blood. And the violence. About not actually making a difference. Once I defeat a bad guy, two more appear like hydra heads. I'm just...I'm not good enough. I can't deal with it anymore," the hero admitted. They stared at their toast on the plate and wondered what their next move would be. For most of their life, they had trained to be a hero. They had given everything. "It just hurts. A lot."

Getting a job, probably. That seemed to be a good move.

And then, the villain laughed. It wasn't a chuckle, it wasn't a snicker. It was a loud and honest laugh. As if the hero had just made the most ridiculous joke.

"You're funny."

"You know what? I don't have to tell you anything."

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to this city," the villain said. Now, they seemed quite aggravated, quite serious. "And you're quitting?"

"Like I said, I...I am just not good enough."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say."

"I am not saving enough people, okay?! People keep dying and I can't...I can't..." The hero bit their bottom lip but it was still trembling. "I can't save everyone."

The villain was quiet and the hero could see how hard they were clenching their fists. When was the last time they had ever seen them this angry?

"You know what? Screw you." The villain frowned, almost as if their own words pained them. "No one can save everyone. But a hero, a true hero, inspires others to be the very best version of themselves. They rise to the occasion and others follow them, not out of obligation but because they...because you...because you touch the very soul of others. You're the light in the darkest cave, you are the water in the driest desert, you are the hope the people crave."

The hero hadn't noticed how their jaw had dropped. They didn't know what to say, all they could whisper was the villain's name.

"Ugh. And now I am making a fool out of myself again because of you." The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest but the hero still saw the soft blush on their face.

"No, you...listen, I..." Why was it so difficult to say anything?

"I'm leaving. And you-" the villain pointed at them with an angry index finger "-better show up tomorrow."

With that, they climbed out of the window and the hero stared at their toast for the next 20 minutes in silence.

[tsukii0002]

A young adult Yuu III

Yuu is isekaied into twisted wonnderlar, but they are a "independent" adult in their 20's, college ended and who is fighting for finding a job and survive.

[Previous] [Next]

Seeing the vision of the King of Beasts.

Yuu: Is this because of age… or is the stress of this world driving me crazy.

Grim: *a magical talking beast*

Yuu: Hum, it could be either.

Ruggie: *trying to flatter Grim into giving him his food*

Yuu: Stay away Grim!!!, teenagers are too cruel to flatter a stranger in such a soft way!!

Yuu: If the blot is similar to the carbon footprint and the gem removes it, it could be applied to global warming?

Deuce: To what?

Yuu: Nothing, existential problems of my generation.

Crowley: There are a lot of things to do, selling drinks…

Yuu: You already want to exploit us again.

Crowley: I'm worried that your pessimism might rub off on the students.

Yuu: It's called being realistic, it's what it is.

Yuu: Ah, that's cool, playing a sport.

Deuce: Did you practice any sport Yuu?

Yuu: Nop, I stopped, when you get older the sport disappears as fast as the flexibility of your knees… besides when you have to survive there is no time for sport… that's for rich people.

Yuu: So the sport consists of throwing a solid iron disk at you with the speed enhanced by magic?

Ghost: Exactly.

Yuu: And couldn't you have chosen a less mortifying sport? I don't know, like badminton?

Grim: Oh come on Yuu, where's your adventurous spirit?

Yuu: *looking at him unhinged* In my fifteens, next to my energy. I'm of an age, and life doesn't give me enough for this.

Investigating by asking the injured

Yuu: Now we're detectives, ha ha, I feel like I'm a moonlighting again.

Riddle, Cater, Grim and Yuu drawing conclusions about the culprit.

Yuu: You are very capable Riddle *smiling*.

Riddle: You think so?

Yuu: You have very good ideas and Cater, it's incredible how much information you can gather. You guys are awesome .

Cater and Riddle: *blushing without understanding why*

Cater: Is this…

Riddle: … To be praised by an adult?

Leona: I know you, you're the one who stepped on my tail while I was sleeping.

Yuu: The student gardener!

Leona: Gardener of what? Failed adult.

Yuu: Hey!! I'm older!

Leona: Yeah, and I am your superior.

Yuu: … Ouch.

Malleus: …

Yuu: …

Malleus: …

Yuu: *looking around*

Malleus: …

Yuu: Isn't it a little late to be awake? do you need help? are you lost?

Malleus: Heh, you've got some nerve treating me like that *disappears*

Yuu: ??????? Should I report the disappearance of one of the students? *panicking*

They find out the whole dorm was involved and everything they have done to carry out their plan.

Yuu: Maybe if you put that energy into other less self-destructive things you would do better!!!!! This is going to be taken into account in the future when looking for a job!!!!!

Jack: What's wrong with them?

Ace: They're just frustrated with the world.

Jack goes to wake up Yuu and Grim in their bedroom.

Yuu: *defeated* even for this I can't set an example.

Ruggie causes the stampede

Yuu: *really angry* This is very dangerous, Nothing, nothing justifies trying to hurt people, they're old enough to understand that!

Ace and Deuce: …

Ace: I think from now on we should warn Yuu before Crowley in an emergency. At least they care.

The whole plan is uncovered, Diasomnia is fine, and Riddle puts a collar on everyone in Savanaclaw.

Leona: *sighing* it's over, I give it up.

Yuu: That attitude… *worried* I think Leona is closer to being an adult like me than a student like you…

Ruggie: *is wounded*

Yuu: *standing in front of him*

Ruggie: What are you doing?!? it's dangerous!!!

Yuu: Shut up!!! Let us adults be responsible for the children!!!!!

Riddle: Why are you doing this with the power you have?!

Leona: You're going to scold me, you?

Yuu: He's not, but I am!!!! Your pain is not an excuse to hurt others!!!!

Jack: *use his unique magic*

Yuu: Is this… you know...*turning to look at Ace*?

Ace: NO!!!

Yuu: Adolescence in this world is a thing….

Leona: *overblotting*

Yuu: WHAT IF THIS SCHOOL HIRED A DAMN THERAPIST!!!!!?

Watching Leona's flashbacks

Yuu: *serious* What kind of adult makes a child feel like this….

The injured ask Savanaclaw to participate.

Leona: Ha, as if a bunch of herbivores could do anything to me.

Yuu: Stop acting tough, *shouting* you're of an age!!!!

Leona: You, SHUT UP!!!

Jack: *offers to help them with the exhibition match*

Yuu: *pointing at him* Like this, kids have to be like this.

Yuu: *waking up after being hit* I missed the game….

Deuce: Hey, don't worry!

Yuu: What kind of adult misses their children's game????

Ace: Since when are we your kids?!?!!!!

Cheka: Are you a friend of my unca?

Yuu: They are very expensive Yuu, you are very young and it wont be the same, you are very young and it wont be the same...

Leona: If you like it so much you can keep it, *grinning* you're old enough to have one anyway, right?

Cheka: OwO

Yuu: I don't think you're one to talk!!, I know people your age with one or two.

Leona: !

Jack: *doing the math* How?

Yuu: The 20's are very confusing years…

Leona: *sighing* Sorry for have been a bother.

Yuu: Wow, I didn't expect that from you.

Leona: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, I'm leaving.

Yuu: Leona, life is unfair, you're going to encounter more failures than victories. And it only gets more unfair as you get older, and there's nothing we can do about it, at least most of the time.

Leona: *stopping, turning his back on them*

Yuu: But with your talent and your intelligence, I think you can carve your own path, and, although you can never be king… I'm sure you can create a place that only you can occupy, and it will be worth more than any birthright.

Leona: *looking at them without saying anything*

Yuu: Besides, being a king is overrated, what is the merit of ruling without earning it? in my world they beheaded one…

Leona: For a pitiful adult, *smiling* you make a lot of sense.

Yuu: You'll get there *smiling back at him*

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I'm not entirely satisfied with this part, so I may modify it. But I'm glad I got out of the block with this series.

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading 🩶

[pskmonika]

Sanji x fem reader

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language

You were a new member of the straw hats, you were strong and kind, which caught the attention of the captain that made you join

You got along with basically everyone, you seemed tough and cold at first, but in reality u were mostly just shy and awkward

But ofc with time that fade away, you got comfy, and they realized how fun and easy going u were, you were gentle and cared for everyone,

But there was one thing that others didn't know, it was how much you secretly liked the blond cook,

You saw a side of him not a lot of people saw, he was very kind, very gentle, the way he softly hums while cooking alone in the kitchen,

The way he was kind and gentle with kids and animals

The way he gave food to anyone in need

And many many other things, you couldn't control your feelings you were in love with sanji

Tho, even with how deeply you loved him, you could never tell him, cause, well it's sanji, he liked way too many women, he kept flirting and complementing women that were... Well, in your opinion far more beautiful then you, why would he even like you for? You didn't want to embarrass him, so you just decided to hide all your feelings away

Yet that didn't stop you from spending a lot of time with him, helping him with dishes, cooking with him, shopping together, and enjoying lots of long talks together, he told you about his past, you told him about yours, you both got really close, the friendship got really strong, yet, that was all...

You didn't mind it tho, you enjoyed every second you spent with him, and you'll always love him, even if he didn't love you,

Little did you know...

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Sanji has always liked women, in his eyes they were beautiful and angelic, he was flattered with the smallest attention they gave him, he wanted to be a gentleman and serve all the beautiful women on the world

Yet deep down he know he doesn't truly love them, he liked them but, he would never be serious with any one of them, and we can see that by the way he stop being all flirty with the women that he thinks may be catching feelings for him, and he doesn't wanna play with their emotions,

Well that was the classic sanji, until he met you, and god only knows the things you've done to him

You were very, different, and the more he got to know you the harder he fell for you

You were the only one who saw him for who he is, you were the only one he can talk to about everything, you comforted him, helped him, listened to him, you were beautiful, you were kind, you were brave,

You were unlike anyone he have ever met

You reminded him so much of his own mother, and the comfort she once made him feel...

Yet, he never gathered enough courage to confess, he didn't want to ruin his friendship with you, you became the closest person to him and he didn't wanna lose that, he was afraid

Afraid of you leaving him after knowing that his feelings goes beyond friendship, 'what if she thinks I just wanna play with her?' He thought, 'what if she thinks I am a weirdo?'

Those thoughts wouldn't leave him mind, no morning no night...

And those feelings bottling up inside him made him incredibly anxious, he didn't just love you, he was crazy in love with you,

And that reflected in many actions you tend to ignore, like his overprotectiveness, or how extremely jealous he got for the smallest things, he would start a fight out of no where just cause a guy sat next to you on the dinner table, let alone when another dared to touch you, he made sure he will regret the second he decided to even look at you,

Yet you always thought it was just, sanji being sanji, he would probably do the same for nami or robin, right?

You were honestly too blind to even realize how different he was with you, in a good way ofc

Even some of your nakama started to notice, the girls, franky, and even brook, it was so obvious how different the cook acted in your presence, how much he was focusing on you, like you were all that is important on this earth at that moment,

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Nothing ever changed between you too, you were both burning inside yet acting like it was all okay when you are with each other, well until that day,

There was a huge party going on in a certain island that you landed on, a lot of well known pirates were there, it was in a huge disco, everyone was having fun, dancing, drinking, laughing and so were you, Everything was okay until u went to the bathroom quickly and when you came back you saw that

3 girls from the party were sitting around sanji, he was having the biggest nose bleed as expected, their hands were all over him, his chest his thigh...

And they were really pretty, so so pretty, wearing such a revealing sexy clothes, who would blame him for being in such stat?

You have made your self get used to this long time ago, yet, today, for some reason, you couldn't, you've never felt such a pain in your entire life, it was like someone just stabbed you with a burning knife, it hurt, it was suffocating, you couldn't breath

So you just walked out as fast as you can, you made your way to the quite back of the disco, it was facing the ocean, you tried to breath but u just couldn't, you felt as if it was all choking you, all at once, everything,

You were out of breath, shaking, and trying to hold in the tears that kept falling off like a river, 'just how embarrassing will it be if someone found you in such state?' You thought, but no matter how much you tried it just got worst, it felt like everything you were holding in, came crushing you all at once,

"(Y/n)?" You didn't notice brook who was also out there for some reason, you could barely recognize him with your teary eyes, you quickly ran to him and hugged him while sobbing, you needed warmth, you needed someone

Brook was beyond worried, he never saw you in such a state, a million question was running through his head "(y/n)! W-what happened?" He said while holding you even closed then you was

You just continued crying, it felt too much, way too much, "s-sanji" you told him with a weak voice, too weak from all that crying "what did he do?"

"B-brook!! Brook I love him, I love him so much" you just couldn't stop crying, you hated how pathetic you probably looked right now, but it was beyond your control,

Brook just continued hugging you, rubbing your back, trying to help you with any form of comfort "then tell him" he said "I actually think he like you too"

"Him? Liking me?" You said laughing sarcasticlly "look at me! I am basic and awkward and and I am not as pretty as he want, I am not sexy I am not-" you just continued crying as you confessed all the thoughts you hid for too long "I am nothing like them"

Little did you know that there was another one listening to the whole conversation

Sanji's heart was experiencing some kind of pain he never felt, he felt as if his heart was gonna burst, he saw you when you went out of the bathroom, he pushed the girls away and was gonna come to you when he noticed you walking away really fast, so he just followed you out, and he was so confused and scared when he saw you in a such a state, and just when he was about to walk out the door and ask you what's wrong he heard you talking to brook, and then, you said his name,

And in a few minutes, everything was clear,

Women tears always made sanji feel so much rage, but, now hearing the woman he love the most cry, because of him, was unbearable, if it was in another situation he would be far too happy to know that you love him, but seeing you like this, it made him feel so much pain, too much pain

"(Y/n)" you looked up once again, this time, it was him "sanji"

"I'll be inside" brook said giving you a small pat on the head before he left

You looked away while wiping out your tears, your heart was beating fast, all you thought about was 'did he hear anything?' "What are you doing here sanji, just go back in ill be right back-"

suddenly, you felt sanji warm embrace before you could even finish your sentence, his hands were shaking so hard and you felt his heart beating so fast,

"I am sorry (y/n), I am sorry I am so sorry" it was all surprising to you, you couldn't even think well at this moment, you felt his tears falling over your back as he hugged you even closer, hugged you as if you were going to slip away at any moment, "I love you (y/n)! I love you! I am in love with you"

"You love me?" You whispered to him with your weak voice and shaky breath, he pulled away and looked at you straight in the eyes "yes yes (y/n) yes, since the day I know you, you are not like any other girl (y/n)! You are everything I want, I am sorry I was so stupid, I thought- I thought- you won't ever love me, I thought-"

And before he could finish his sentence, you pulled him closer by the collar of his suit that was too messy right now, and kissed him, it was intense, full of love, full of happiness and excitement

"I love you too, sanji"

[uhohbestie]

Hey! I am nearly finished reading TAMN (owie) and I just wanted to say that I've never seen the guilt of hiding emotions portrayed so well before. I was halfway through before I realised. Oh. I am Grian. And it was just so incredible to see words put to things I've gone much of my life with without realising exactly what they are. The fear of getting close to people because either you're going to hurt them or they're going to hurt you. The fear of loved ones getting close to people because why would they want to stay with you when there are so many better options. The guilt of hurting those closest to you without knowing how to stop or fix it because the moment push comes to shove, you fall right back into those awful defense mechanisms.

Anyway, it really helped me understand a part of myself better, and now I can actively try to do something about it, which is honestly such a relief, especially since I'm planning to start trying to date soon (19 years and not one relationship because. The Fear.) and I don't want to handle it better than G.

Idk if I communicated this well At All, but what I'm TRYING to say is thank you <3

(Also, as a writer myself, the whiplash of crying at the angsty bits while simultaneously nerding out about the good writing was. An experience lol)

Ahh, thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful message :")

It's really flattering for us as authors to hear how much people relate and resonate with Grian in our fic. Especially when his actions help them see something about themselves. I think one of the most important and biggest things about Grian (to me) is that, even with all his flaws and his self-sabotage and insecurity, he is still incredibly loved and appreciated, and the people who meet him still really like him, no matter how much he sometimes hates and sabotages himself. He's absolutely a frustrating character at times, and being in his head can be an exercise in testing your own patience, but we hope we showed that at the core him- as with everyone- there's a person worth the love that gets heaped upon him, and that his journey is one of learning to let that love in, and trust that it will remain there through the night and into the next day.

There's always time to grow and change, and we're all forever on a journey of subtle (and sometimes drastic) self improvement. Luckily most of us won't have to go through a zombie apocalypse to force growth the way Grian did, however. (And I'm soooo grateful for that lmao. The lack of showers and wifi would have me snapping on day one, lbr.)

That's such a ramble, sorry! We're so happy you enjoyed TAMN, and good luck with everything you've going through! <3 <3 - 🔒

[anadrym]

Extended Author's Notes for Left Behind Ch4.

Spoilers!

Chapter title is from "Guns for Hire" from the Arcane S1 soundtrack.

"I'm not making any decisions right now." Caitlyn, you're such a fucking liar. I love you so much.

Caitlyn really needs to get some better coping methods. I'm of the idea that she never properly learned how to grieve - when she lost her mom, she was immediately manipulated into turning her grief into a weapon to be wielded against someone else's enemies. And she didn't really lose anyone else until the Purge. So she's running on the only thing she knows: turn the grief into anger and use it to protect yourself from more grief. In this case, it actually does keep her alive. But that doesn't mean it's healthy.

"She hasn't changed that much; she probably won't have a lot of time before someone recognizes the missing Sheriff Kiramman." - This is pretty much the main reason I didn't go back through and account for Caitlyn's lost eye. It would make her so incredibly recognizable. That's me being lazy.

Caitlyn's outfit as Ghost is actually several asymmetrical layers of varying shades of grey. I think black would actually be too obvious, even at night, and the uneven layers help break up the human form to keep her harder to see.

Caitlyn doesn't take anything from her apartment. She doesn't have anything TO take. :(

I know I said this last chapter, but I LOVE writing Caitlyn and Petra's conversations. They're so fun.

Hmm... Why does Petra know a guy who smuggles things around Runeterra? Will this be a little important later? Who's to say? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Okay, everyone say "Bye, Petra!" Maybe we'll see her again later. (We will.)

Vi, my beloved. She just won't give up. I think that, even now, she's a little too selfless to let go. She doesn't want to live like this, but she won't let herself die on the chance that she might be leaving someone behind. I'm love her. so. much.

This team that Vi and her handler are working with are kinda inspired by a D&D party. A group of strange individuals who bounce around, working for whoever will pay them. They work for the Baroness sometimes. They also work for other Chem-Barons and gang leaders and the like.

The Feline Woman (and all of her companions) are just OCs. They're not based on any other characters. They're pretty much just one-off characters, but I DID decide to bring the Feline Woman back briefly later.

Both of our girls have trauma around fire, for obvious reasons. Interestingly, I ended up using fire and references to it so much that it kinda became a motif in this story.

The neighbors not intervening in any way is to show just how much control the Chen-Barons and gangs have over the common people. The fear of being the next example keeps them from helping, which keeps them divided.

I killed Tobias and I am going to take every opportunity to painfully remind everyone of that.

The kid that Vi is forced to kill here was probably about ten or eleven when the Purge happened. He doesn't recognize Vi. But anyone who happened to look outside during any of this attack might have - she was the Sheriff's partner, a rather public figure, and definitely recognizable. And that's the whole point.

Could Vi have ended the boy's suffering in one hit? If she was at full strength, sure. Easily, if she hit him in the right place. But they're not keeping her at full strength, because they don't want to risk it AND because they don't need to. She's serving her purpose perfectly as is.

Teaser for next week:

Ghost presses herself flatter to the rooftop. Her clothes are dark and the muzzle of her rifle is matte to prevent it from gleaming; they won't be able to see her. As they look for her, she sweeps her gaze over their group, counting them.

...two, three, four --

She sees a flash of familiar pink, and every fragment of her being goes absolutely still.

[parttimesoulm8]

Pete Wentz Has Gorgeous Hair: an analysis of the colors pete has done over the years (made by a stylist!)

hello foblr i'm a hairstylist and the only thing in life that brings me joy is looking at pete's beautiful hair. i've wanted to make a big post talking about this from a stylist's perspective for a LONG time. this post would be wayyyy too long to do a timeline of every haircut he's ever had, so i'm just gonna stick to talking about hair color and also what other chemical services i think he had/has. this is still gonna be super fucking long, so take a look under the cut!

before we get into the colors, quick detour to talk about the other chemical services pete has had on his hair. i've gone back and forth on this, but i don't think he used to relax his hair in the good old straight as fuck emo hair days. he said in this article in 2011, "the amount of maintenance that went into my [straight] hair was ridiculous" and "I want to get out of the shower and just be stoked, not think about how I don't want water to touch my hair." which would make a lot of sense if the only thing he was doing was straightening it. his side burns were always his natural texture, which they really wouldn't have been if he'd been relaxing it too. they were just too short for him to get with the flat iron. examples:

bonus picture of him straightening his hair:

that being said, i DO think he has a keratin treatment in the present day! his hair has a level of shine that i've seen in a lot of clients that have keratin, and it can be applied over processed hair without breaking it off. examples of the shine i'm talking about

there's still a little bit of wave in there when air dried, though! this is still common with chemical straightening treatments, they only relax up to 80% of the hair's natural texture, so this could easily be what it looks like if he'd just air dried and not straightened it afterwards.

okay, chemical treatment sidebar over. onto color! i can feel it in my heart that pete's hair lifts really easily. look at the ends of his hair, here. they're WHITE!

while i can't say i am intimately familiar with hairdressing in the 90s, from all the pictures of incredibly warm 90s highlights i've seen, i'm assuming toners weren't too common/nonexistent at the time. if his hair is that white without any toner, i KNOW it lifts well. i will return to the blond later, because i have a lot i want to talk about with him being blond.

man, i love pete with red hair. i will tell everyone in the world how much i do. i think all of these are semi permanent colors on top of bleach because of how vibrant they are. pete has also done that thing that every emo with naturally dark hair has done and died it Pitch Black which i fucking respect (i have done this too)

pink!!!!! i think this is an incredibly flattering color on him and it really brings out his eyes, i think he should do the pastel pink again bc it looks so fucking good on him

okay onto what made me wanna make this post! I wanna talk about pete being blond!

i can tell you with confidence that this is his hair without any toner. this looks like about 4-6 weeks of regrowth and there's some unevenness in the tone of the blond, but look at those ends! white as fuck! i really do think his hair can get to blond easily. i also think it's really funny when people call this era "lemon pete" because that's such a shady way of saying his hair looks brassy lmao, it looks different when it's toned!!

look at how gorgeous. his stylist is a saint. pete's all over bleach and tone with his long hair was so pretty but it also made me a little insane purely because of how long his roots often were, i know he's on the road a lot but i see these roots and it makes me want to cry as a stylist. it would be so hard to not get banding with roots this long.

YOU CAN SEE YOUR ROOTS FROM UNDER YOUR HAT PLEASE BOOK AN APPOINTMENT

and then one day i woke up and felt strangely at peace and it was because pete transitioned his bleach and tone into a balayage (which is much lower maintenance) this is when he first started it, i think they did some really blended highlights to start it off

it grew some more and they are definitely now doing a true balayage on him, look at how there's some blond that comes almost all the way up to the root but it's only really solidly blond at the ends. i think they also did some kind of lowlight on him based on the fact that he has no visible grays and that there's brown at the roots and also the mids but it's lighter than his natural color.

here's another good picture of what i'm talking about with the blond, it's focused at the ends only.

you can actually see the transition in this picture! I doodled on it to show you where the old bleach and tone was and where they started to blend it upwards

i also happen to know from listening to a podcast that he takes rly good care of his hair! he mentions that he uses olaplex which rly does not surprise me, of course his fancy LA stylist got him on the olaplex train. he also uses silk hair ties! all of this was incredibly sexy information to discover if i'm completely honest. pete has had fucking beautiful hair his entire life and i wanted to force everyone to look at it from the technical perspective that i do, thank you for reading!

[wonysugar]

it’s so over for me…. ch. 7

starbies~~ (half written)

a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR BASICALLY POSTING THIS CHAPTER NOW😭i originally wanted to post it yesterday but thenvoekfke i passed out,,, so sorry. so uhm?? next chapter coming out later today<33 thank you

other, late a/n but uhm this was written wayy before the whole boycott situation.. so uhm don’t go to starbucks!! isofm!yn and isofm!ning are also boycotting as we speak so BE LIKE THEM! free palestine :]

running into ning today wasn’t something you had originally planned, since, you know, you barely even go to starbucks in the first place. today was just some sort of craving you randomly got while doing your assignments.

you approached her, laying gentle taps on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. her resting bitch face immediately turning into a wide grin upon seeing you. you were flattered, in a way. you never really doubted your guys’ friendship, but you didn’t except such an enthusiastic reaction from her.

“oh. my. god. y/n!!! it’s so great seeing you!” she exclaimed, grabbing you by the arm and jumping up and down which earned very intense stares from the other customers there with you, and despite not usually wanting to draw any attention, you didn’t really give a fuck about it, you still quietly greeted her back, wearing a bright smile.

she offered to pay for your drink, to which you hesitantly accepted, despite her being very financially stable for a college student. plus, you never really go to starbucks, so, after reluctantly accepting, you told her to get you whatever she thought was good. she proceeded to order some sort of thing that sounded like a cryptic harry potter spell, to which the barista apparently immediately understood.

you acquired your order minutes before she did, so you took the chance to settle at the closest table. it didn’t take long for her to sit down facing you, her hand holding a bag containing a chocolate chip cookie with her pinkie and somehow managing to grab ahold of some unknown drink. her other hand holding what seemed to be a… pumpkin spice latte..? you weren’t too experienced, but pretty much everyone knew what a pumpkin spice latte was.

“i didn’t peg you for a white girl, ning.” you said, jokingly squinting your eyes at her as she rolls hers.

“oh shut upp.. that one isn’t even for me,” she vaguely motions at the ‘forbidden’ drink, “aeri asked me to get it for her.” she clarified, your eyebrows unconsciously lifting themselves up. aeri, huh.

whatever, you didn’t care about her. you never did, so why were you so.. immediately uptight at the thought of her?? quickly, you switched the topic of the conversation and focused on talking about other things. the exams coming up, future hangout plans, both of your friend groups.

“oh yeah, i forgot to tell you, by the way, there was like this one private account on twitter that dmed me, and they were like?? asking to kiss me or whatever and it happened the same day you guys went apeshit and like.. apologized about it yesterday.” you quickly took a sip from your very good drink, kept note that ning had incredibly good taste, then carried on, “the apology in question was mostly just them being an ass, so. that was weird!” you giggled.

upon looking at her expression, you noticed that she didn’t seem to find it as humorous as you did. instead, she looked like she was trying to force out a fake giggle, but couldn’t.

“girl, you good?”

“no yeah. i am. i’m great, even.” she cleared her throat, taking comically large sips of her drink, basically finishing all of it in one go. what the fuck?

you stared at her dead-panned, you knew her, you knew that looking at her that way would eventually get her to say what’s on her mind.

and you were correct in thinking that!

“ughh okay don’t tell anyone i told you this and under no circumstances do you tell this to aeri but… okay so we-got-really-drunk-and-high-and-she’s-the-one-that-sent-you-those-messages-and-the-account-she-used-was-her-private-one—“

she then stared at you, apparently expectant of something. the only thing that you could do at that moment was pull out your phone and open up twitter.

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[thelonelyshore-if]

(I've just now realized you might not check reblogs so I'm copy/pasting my response into the ask box at the risk of becoming Very Annoying because I'd feel worse if you didn't see it at all)

I'm not upset with you or anon, so no need for apologies (though I do appreciate it, you're so sweet)! I just love these characters so much, I want to be able to enjoy them alongside everyone else, which is why I tried (and failed) to come up with my own scenario.

Having the ROs react to outfits they picked for MC is such a cute idea! I hate shopping for anything, so having help clothes shopping would be such a blessing to me.

Hehehe, I'm glad you like the nickname! Literally came up with it to antagonize (affectionate) Willow with. I can't wait for the banter, I just know it's going to be so good! I'm also looking forward to some answers. I have my theory about what was going on, so I'm interested to see if I'm right (or at least close).

Howdy!! Sorry it took me a Minute to answer this, life has been.....a lot lmao. But I finally am getting to asks so!!

First off, you're definitely not being annoying. I do usually see reblogs, but don't always comment on them with any thoughts I have. But I love reading them!

I'm forever fascinated and excited by the idea that y'all have your own theories--it makes me even more hyped to dig into things. I can't wait to see how close you all end up being...and hope it's still fun regardless <3

Now!! Onto the fun part. Reactions to MC in clothes the ROs picked out under the cut c:

Beck- would get into dressing up MC no questions asked. They love fashion, even though their own fashion sense leans towards athleisure/casual, and would enjoy peppering MC with questions about what sort of clothes they like. When they saw MC show off the look they picked out they'd be hyped as hell--super proud and boastful, lol. Like..."I knew you'd look incredible. I'm good."

Croft- personally hates going shopping (busy, bright, loud), but loves fashion. It would probably even out and they'd be pretty excited to pick something out for MC. Their own style is fairly alt and they'd definitely try to pick out something similar for MC. And they'd be pleased with the results...even if the particular style isn't necessarily MC's usual lol.

Jay- depends--F!Jay would have fun with dressing MC up and would feel flattered and a little flustered with the results. Like...she'd get to see MC in the outfit she picked. Similar enough to in her own clothes that it would make her heart beat faster. M!Jay though is...not very fashion savvy. He'd be kind of shy about it, worried he'd pick something out that MC wouldn't like haha.

Perri- would get really excited about it, I think! Darting from store to store trying to find something that's perfect. They really love accessories so that would be their favorite part--trying to find something that feels like it fits MC. And once MC tried on the outfit they'd be sooooo excited. Just like, omg you look great ;.;

Ravi- have you considered an oversized vintage sweater? perhaps some beige slacks? lol Ravi is not the most imaginative. If he was tasked with picking out/buying an outfit for MC he'd essentially either a) just put together something he'd wear or, b) go with the classics. Much like in the demo lmao--just a sweatshirt and jeans. Comfy and simple.

Yasmin- would be the most excited out of everyone. She enjoys going to Easthaven's mall as well as 'thrifting' in the town's many, many antique and second-hand stores. She'd drag MC all around town trying to put together the perfect outfit. She'd also be peppering MC with questions throughout, to make sure she picked something that made them feel comfortable and that they liked.

[spacecatdraws]

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Main Members:

Void - 🌓 - Collective - All pronouns - The hazy amalgam that we default to. We’re not sure why this happens either.

Nyx - 🌙 - Host - She/They/Xe - Tends to be the one up front. Main artist of the group. Human looking thing.

Cosmo - 🪐 - Secondary Host - They/Them - The one who runs this blog. Cat-like alien critter who thrives on creativity and curiosity. The Pipe Wanderer.

Comet - 🐾 - Companion - She/Her - An optimistic Maine Coon. Tuxedo pattern with green eyes. Loves exploring and learning about the world.

Lumi - ✨ - Nightwatcher - He/They/It - Tends to be anxious or worried about things, and acts like a warning when one of the others is about to do something dumb. Lunate Zale Moth, specifically an adult male. Loves stargazing and tea.

Incandescent - 🔥 - Guardian/Caretaker - She/It - Can and will kick people’s ass if they’re messing with the system. Tends to stick to verbal intimidation, though, to keep the other members out of potential trouble. Rust colored deinonychus, mostly goes by Indie.

Heron - 🌊 - Comforter - She/Her - Just wants everyone to be okay. Water dragon, and adores the ocean and waves in general. Tends to worry about relationships with others, especially if it’s a close friend or family member.

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The Fictives - Changes with hyperfixations. Feel free to send an ask to check who’s hanging out. All fictives so far: Seek (DOORS - 👁️), Figure (DOORS - 📚), Goob (Dandy’s World - 🧸), Gigi (Dandy’s World - 🎰), The Goose - (Untitled Goose Game - 🪿), and Leviathan - (Nova Drift - 💫)

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[batsarebetterthanpeople]

I tried so hard not to be parasocial about it but this letter thing is fucking me up, man. I've written a few overly flattering letters to evil government officials before myself. but how did someone convince all these reasonable-seeming people (strangers that I do not know) to publicly sign this centrist-ass letter? I understand they probably got Taika Waititi and Jack Black with the everyone can share, peace and love on the planet earth wording, but Jordan Peele? what. how did that happen. it makes no sense to me.

Ok I'm gonna front load my position on the Israel-Palestine conflict before I answer this ask so that no one can accuse me of shit I didn't say. If you want to see what I have to say on the letter itself, scroll to the big font. I'm as anti-zionist as they come I don't think that governments should even exist at all, I consider Israel to be an illegitimate state the same way I consider the country I live in (USA) to be an illegitimate state. I think that if we're going to have countries at all, which we shouldn't, that country should be Palestine and individual Jewish people certainly should be welcome to move there for whatever reason they want, including religious, but that the people who already lived there shouldn't be displaced because of it. And if they wanted me to support Israel on the basis of Jewish people needing somewhere to go after the Holocaust, they should have put Israel in Europe in 1945 instead of in the Arabian Peninsula in 1918. I tend to think the hard core zionists who aren't Jewish are trying to deport diaspora Jewish people somewhere based on the way I have heard other goyim speak about Israel. I am sympathetic to Jewish people who believe this has nuance but ultimately I cannot condone the displacement of Palestinians. That position might lose me followers but really I don't care.

Now that I have gotten that out of the way

(This first paragraph is for everyone who's out of the loop and has only seen the Tumblr posts about this issue, Anon does seem to know what I'm about to say) I do also think this whole thing with the letter is being blown out of proportion a little bit? That's not to say it's a good letter, it does contain language which blames Hamas for the conflict which is the western propaganda line so that countries like the United States and Britain don't have to admit that they caused and are funding this whole operation because they hate brown people. However celebrities are rubes who fall for government propaganda all the fucking time. What the letter itself actually calls for is Biden to facilitate the release of Israeli hostages. I consider this letter to be the vaguely Zionist equivalent of that time all those celebrities got on zoom and sang imagine because COVID was happening. I certainly doubt that the man who produced Get Out and Us supports the genocide and I also question whether the man who directed Reservation Dogs does either. Most likely they were asked "will you sign a letter calling for the release of Israeli hostages?" And they said "well releasing hostages sounds nice."

(this paragraph is for anon) Despite the fact that I think "these 70 celebrities condone Palestinian genocide" is incredibly reductive I would encourage you to see these people as human beings, and more specifically idiot millionaires who are out of touch. I believe that Taika Waititi understands the Maori struggle and generally tries to be a nice liberal but ultimately he is a man who grew up in the 80s with a lot of money who has an interest in keeping that money. His gaff transphobia tweets (which I didn't think were that bad considering he made it in 2013 and wasn't even talking about trans women, but they were still transphobic) and his pearl clutching during the BLM riots made this abundantly clear (both of these incidents are Taika Twitter originals that people have sent me trying to get me to hate him and I saw both of them and was like "that's what I thought you'd say old man"), and the fact that he married Rita "blackfish" Ora. I'm way less plugged in to what Jordan Peele is doing because I've never had an anon send me his call out post but I'm going to assume that the same thing is true of him: he understands the struggle of black people in the United States, despite this moment of basedness I probably politically disagree with him on many many counts. As for Jack Black he donates to autism speaks so he's coming for me and the Palestinians. Although that said so does Gaga and I'm still very much a fan of her.

I've basically had to come to terms with the fact that no celeb that I like the work of agrees with me about politics because all of them are rich and I am a communist. That's not going to stop me from liking their work, it's not going to stop me from bothering some of them at cons when I get the chance. Because again they're just guys. And most guys are idiots. I am an idiot about a lot of things. We don't expect Taika Waititi or Jordan Peele to know about every conflict in the world we expect them to make entertaining and perhaps insightful movies. I am not here because I think Taika agrees with me on all things. I am here because I want to watch a rom com about gay men who murder people, one of whom is just like me for real.

Anyway do your research

[distracteddream]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening!

This is something new that’s wormed into my brain. I know everyone has already written post-Roxxcart divorce fics but oh well. (And I said I wanted Mobius to call Loki a feckless slut.)

Behind the cut for language and angst and nonsense.

“Oh, don’t act like that. You’ve seen my life, Mobius. You know I’m a cad.”

“Yeah, you’ve got the faithlessness of a common alley cat. You’ll go to anyone who feeds your ego. Guess I didn’t think you were so ego-starved as to fuck yourself.”

Loki sits back in his chair, mouth hanging open. His surprise at Mobius’ blunt assessment just sets Mobius further on edge. Loki can’t possibly have forgotten that Mobius knows him, knows his motivations, possibly better than Loki knows them himself. Nor that Mobius wouldn’t hesitate to call Loki out like this.

“Well? Did you fuck yourself?” Mobius doesn’t really want to know the answer. At the same time, he can’t not know.

“I beg your pardon.” Loki has the audacity to look offended. “She has a name.”

Mobius grits his teeth. He’s so irritated that Loki ought to be thankful Mobius isn’t calling the Variant something much less flattering. “Answer the question.”

“And what would it matter if I did?”

“You feckless slut.” Loki’s eyes widen at the insult. Good. Mobius is so angry with him that he’s not stopping to think about what he’s saying. “What was it? I wasn’t putting out enough to satisfy you? You had to chase the first piece of ass that waltzed by? I…” His face is burning but if it’s from embarrassment or rage, Mobius isn’t sure. “I let you fuck me. Damnit, Loki! I let you and that damned silver tongue of yours talk me out of my virginity and this is how you treat me?!” God. Mobius is too old to be talking like this but he’s not so upset that he misses the way Loki’s eyes shutter at his accusation.

Loki flinches in his seat when Mobius accuses him of conning him out of his first time. Right. This makes this so much more complicated. Messy. Because Mobius thinks he was a virgin the first time they were together because that’s how he thinks the Time Keepers made him. He’d indicated as much to Loki at the time so Loki couldn’t feign that he didn’t know. But if Mobius is a Variant like himself, odds are he wasn’t a virgin at all.

And, even through all the anger and hurt feelings they’re dealing with now, Loki still finds Mobius incredibly handsome. He’s never been one for games of chance, but Loki would definitely bet on not having been Mobius’ first sexual partner.

But Mobius thinks he is and that makes this worse.

“Mobius…” Loki starts cautiously. “Mobius, there’s something you should know…”

“Yeah,” Mobius says, clearly disinterested in what he must think is just another excuse. “The answer to my question. Did you fuck your Variant?!” he asks, each word emphasized.

Loki’s stretched-thin temper snaps. “Her name is Sylvie!” Very well. If Mobius doesn’t want to hear what Loki has to say, Loki will tell him what Mobius already thinks happened. Mobius seems to assume the worst of him - and that thought stings worse than all the rest. He leans forward, his voice a vicious hiss. “And yes. Sure. I had her in every way possible, over and over. We fucked our way through an apocalypse. If she were here right now, I’d fuck her on this table right in front of you. Is that what you want to hear?”

Mobius goes pale, his grip so tight on his pencil that it’s a surprise it doesn’t break. “You’re lying,” he says tightly.

“Am I?” Loki sneers. “I fucked you into every available surface. What makes you think I wouldn’t do that to her? I’m a feckless slut, remember?”

[reve-writes]

—pining in anticipation; gepard landau.

ʚ gepard landau x singer! reader | honkai: star rail | 1,7k words. ʚ gepard admits his feelings for you. ʚ friends-to-lovers; just fluff and clichés; pre-captain gepard. ʚ a/n — the part in taylor swift's dress where she sang "say my name and everything just stops i don't want you like a best friend." inspired this whole thing.

Gepard is transfixed at the stage—at your nearly ethereal form, darting from one side to the other, a noticeable bounce on your steps. You look like a star; you are a star. A star with your microphone tightly clutched in one hand, a custom-painted guitar slung over your shoulder, and that smile.

You are smiling with a degree of carefreeness he doesn't think possible for one to possess.

He is gawking at you; eyes unblinking, jaw slack. It's an incredible effect only you can inflict upon the rising star of the Silvermane Guard. As you strum your guitar one last time, letting the final note echo alongside the cheering before giddily expressing a ‘thank you’ into the microphone, he finally shakes himself out of the trance.

As the crowd disperses, they talk. It fills Gepard with pride as he hears them converse about your performance: how melodious your voice is, how confident your presence is on the stage, how beautiful you are. It suddenly spirals into your attractiveness and how they desire to know you personally.

He frowns when he walks past the group of people wondering aloud whether or not you're spoken for.

You are already waiting by the exit behind the stage, guitar case slung over one shoulder when he arrives. You flash him a grin; he automatically returns it.

“You were amazing,” he says, prying the guitar case off of you, slinging it over his shoulder. You let him. You've had one too many arguments about him carrying your things for you—guitar cases, shopping bags, satchels and backpacks. If he has a free hand, he'll immediately take them off of you. “You have absolutely hypnotised everyone with your performance.”

You chuckle. “What about you? Are you also 'absolutely hypnotised'?”

Before he can stop himself, he answers. “Always.”

You give him a shy smile, eyes blinking widely. For a moment, the air is charged with possibility, like every what-ifs in his daydreams may actually come to reality, but you shake your head, snickering, before lightly punching his shoulder. “Don't flatter me too much, Landau. Let's go.”

He sighs, shaking his head as he trails after you to catch up as you walk through the streets of Belobog. The cobblestone path is uneven under your boots, the evening chill engulfs you comfortably. After years of constantly living in snow, your body acclimated itself to the low temperatures.

“Serval wants you to join her band,” he says, pushing the falling strap of your guitar case back up his shoulder. “What do you think?”

“I am rather intimidated by their large and growing fanbase,” you answer. “Besides, the Mechanical Fever is perfect the way it is, I think. I'll just upset their balance. I'm very honoured that she thought of me, though. I've talked to her about it.”

His brow furrows. “You have?”

“We hang out often,” you shrug. “Where are you thinking for dinner?”

“You hang out with my sister now?” He asks. “Since when? And we can go to the usual place.”

The usual place refers to a small café called The Fireplace that opens in the evening to the early crack of dawn, down the street of your residence. You found it just before Gepard went off to the Silvermane guard academy and you, music academy. Ever since then, you've frequented the place and marked every table with at least a memory.

“Since you've been busy with your duties.” You are only half-serious. “Usual place it is. My treat.”

“My treat,” he protests. “Besides, I have not been that busy.”

“It was your treat last time.”

“So?”

“And the last last time.”

“Yes, and?”

“It's my treat now,” you insist.

“Only if you tell me what you and Serval talk about,” he offers.

You roll your eyes. “What happens in the workshop, stay in the workshop.”

He feigns hurt, pressing a hand over his chest and gasping dramatically. “Am I not exempt from the rule? I thought I meant something to you.”

“I have no idea you Landaus are so good at theatrics.” You smile, despite yourself. The Fireplace is just behind the corner. “If you're that curious, we talk about music a lot. She helps me with composing.” You look away. “Sometimes we talk about Lynx, or your family, or you.”

You downplay how much you actually talk about Gepard by a lot. Still, it catches his attention. “Me?”

The chimes by the door sounds softly as you enter the Fireplace. Its interior is a mix of dark wood and ceramic pots with plants and ivy growing out of it. The place is cozy, like the hearth at one's own home. You remember falling asleep with Gepard during cramming study sessions here—that's how comfortable the place is. It helps, too, for running away. Both of you are young and your family names can sometimes be too heavy of burdens to shoulder.

“You,” you confirm, settling into a corner booth. Gepard sits across from you, poring over the menu, but he always orders the same thing—deep-fried rock crabs. To make up for it, you order different things every time, and each time—without fail—he'll end up trading half the portion of his order for half of yours.

“What about me?” He asks curiously.

The waiter approaches and you make your orders first before answering him. “Just, you know, the usual.”

“Elaborate, please.” He says, staring at you attentively.

“How you're doing as a guard, embarrassing childhood memories. Along the lines of that,” you settle on an answer.

Gepard is only asking because he often confides about you to Serval. He is wondering if you know how much he rattles on about you; how 'hopelessly in love' he is, according to his older sister. If you ever find out, he may just bury himself in a pile of snow out in the outlying snow plains.

“You can ask me directly,” he says. “I've never kept anything from you.”

Well, except for one thing.

“You would never tell me embarrassing stories about yourself,” you retort. “Besides—”

Someone stops by your table, and it's not the waiter. The two of you turn to look at the stranger when he says your name with a mixture of shock and fondness. Gepard immediately recognises him—brown hair, black-framed glasses. It is the same person within the group who was concerned on your availability; on whether or not you have someone waiting on you.

“Hello,” you greet the stranger, who introduces himself as Altan. “Nice to meet you.”

The man gives Gepard a brief, disapproving glance, before turning back to look at you with admiration. Gepard wants to scoff. An uncomfortable, unpleasant feeling is growing in his chest.

“Are you on a ... date?” Altan asks sheepishly.

Gepard frowns as you laugh. Do you find the idea of going on a date with him laughable?

“No, no,” you answer. “We are childhood friends. We wouldn't ....”

You trail off. Gepard doesn't think when he reaches across the table, grasping your hand. Now you actually look like you're on a date. If you're bothered, you don't show it, even letting him stroke your knuckles with his thumb.

“I'm a huge fan,” says Altan. “If you're not... on a date—” He sounds doubtful, but he continues. “—would you consider going on one with me?”

“I don't think so.” To your surprise, Gepard answers. Altan looks somewhat disappointed, but gracefully accepts the answer, before turning to leave after telling you he appreciates your music a lot. After he disappears into his booth, all the way on the other side of the café, you finally turn to look at Gepard.

“I can answer for myself.” You give him a pointed look. “And what is this?”

You tug on your hand, trying to shake it loose, but his grip tightens. You send him a quizzical stare.

“What? Were you going to say yes?” You seem taken aback by his accusatory tone. His lips are pulled into a frown.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I won't allow it.”

“Your permission isn't really necessary.”

“For Qlipoth's sake,” he curses. “Take a hint. What were you saying, anyway? We are childhood friends and we wouldn't... What? I can tell you that I certainly would, without a doubt.”

“You certainly would—what?”

“Go on a date with you. Or two. Or ten. Had you not found the idea so laughable,” he sighs, pulling his hand away. You immediately feel colder all of a sudden, despite the heater running perfectly in the café. He swipes a hand over his face. “Apologies. I didn't mean for it to—I shouldn't have worded it that way. You are entitled to your feelings. I'm just sorry that you don't share my sentiments towards you.”

You stare at him, mouth agape.

“I completely understand,” he continues. “However, I hope we can remain friends. We'll always be friends first. Whatever my feelings beyond that are come second.”

You blink once.

“I'm extremely sorry,” he adds again. “Say something.” He sighs. “Please.”

“I... Why would you assume I don't share the same sentiments?”

“Do you?”

“Of course.”

“Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

“What do you think?”

“That you are willing to go on a date with me?” He asks tentatively, cobalt blue-eyes fixed on you, studying your every move and gesture, trying to gauge your reactions.

“Or two.” You smile. “Or ten. Though, I would prefer it if our dates aren't numbered.”

That smile.

Gepard feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. He lets out a soft laugh. “You're serious?”

You nod.

“I feel like I may explode.”

“Gepard,” you warn. “Don't you dare—”

“Say that again,” he says, eyes fluttering close. “My name.”

“But I say it all the time.”

“Not like this. Say it again,” he says, holding both of your hands in his. “Please.”

“Gepard.”

Time seems to come to a halt all around him when he blinks his eyes open. The ambience of the café, the sounds of silverware in the kitchen and the rowdiness of Altan's table seem to melt and disappear. There are only your eyes, almost glittering as they stare back at him. He sees that you're flustered and it makes him flustered to realise he is the cause of it.

He says your name softly. “I may be hopelessly in love with you.”

He confesses breathlessly, gently. His voice feels like a breeze caressing your cheeks. You're warm all over, tingling with anticipation, excitement—wondering where you will go from here.

For now, you'll settle for a date. Or two.

“Likewise, Geppie. Likewise.”

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[nerves-nebula]

I remember a while back (maybe a year even) someone in your asks said they were blocked by you and you responded that sometimes you block people randomly. I got a lil nervous because I don't wanna be blocked. This isnt a complaint btw, i just admire that you exist in the way you do on this account, and maybe its because you're not trying to be "polite" to everyone for no reason or you're not masking or suppressing you thoughts or something else i dont know. I like your artwork and everything you do on this blog. Youre messy, reactive, and you express hate unapolagetically and im the same way, and it makes me feel less lonely to see someone just like me. Like when you posted about a roommate pulling you out of bed, and it comforts me bc it means I could never get too depressed to be abandoned. Idk how exactly but I appreciate your blog as a whole and i didnt know i needed to find it. Thanks i guess

awww shucks look at you. how sweet.

and look. i mean. its not RANDOM who i block but it might as well be sometimes hahhhh. the standard for being blocked isnt super high over here. sometimes its cuz they reblogged something that just kind of pissed me off, sometimes its cuz i thought they were a little too annoying the notes one time, or i dont like one of a few niche takes they have, or they're a little too involved in internet drama. ive blocked a lot of people i've never interacted with because they were rude to OTHER people in a way i found uhhhh distastefulllll.

i'm willing to overlook that kind of stuff most of the time tho especially in mutuals cuz like. its not as though i expect everyone to be pleasant and agree with me all of the time or something. but i do prefer to cut things off before than can begin. (its kind of a huge problem of mine actually)

anddd anyway as flattering as this all is, its more out of conflict avoidance than anything else. don't tell anyone but i'm very easily bullied and manipulated under certain circumstances and i dont really want to be around any kind of person who would try to do that to me or like. do the whole "you know x person is cancelled they said Y thing why are you associating with them?" thing.

funny enough, this ask is kind of what my bestie said to me when i asked why she'd made the effort to be my friend back on deviantart. She said something like "it seemed like everyone was trying to put on a good face and be something there, and you were trying to be something too but it was a different kind of something than everyone else"

which i find incredibly flattering because what i was trying to be was someone who could, like, express genuine thoughts and opinions people. I'd found that DA was a place where i could say what I thought and felt and it was basically the only place I could be myself because I was (and likely still am) too timid to be myself irl. so while everyone else was trying to be their best selves, or their cool persona, I was like, falling apart openly and on purpose in a way I'm not allowed to otherwise. impulsively posting whatever I felt like, because I wanted someone to see me and maybe go YO SAME.

also hate is like one of my core emotions. I've hated almost everyone I've loved or even cared about at some point. really deep bitter seething stuff, often times completely uncalled for too haha. if i don't bitterly hate you at some point it's cuz we're just not close enough yet and I'm still in the first stage of friendship (i see almost everything you do as charming and wonderful)(there are a lot of people who never get past this stage. most of them i'd say)

i do think I try to be polite but also honest. maybe kind or genuine are better words? i don't want to make people feel stupid (even if my urge to feel superior and CALL people stupid is very strong) and I don't want people to feel like i didn't consider them but i also don't want to waste time on people who are fucking with me, or who just care so little about others that any conversation we have is pointless. oh and also my concept of what is and isn't polite/kind isn't exactly the same as the mainstream, so to speak.

WHICH IS ALL a very long rambling way TO SAY. this is very kind. i'm very self obsessed so i love to know what people think about me. thank you.

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

ao3 tag game

Thank you @emmg for tagging me! I am so star-struck oh boy

How many works do you have on ao3?

11

What's your total ao3 word count?

92 k

What fandoms do you write for?

BG3 & DA:TV pseudo-regularly. POTC and Blazing Saddles once each because I got possessed by the ghosts of crushes past or something idk. Gene Wilder still owns me

Top five fics by kudos:

1. La Petite Mort 2. An Iron Hand in a Velvet Glove 3. Nourishment, Beyond the Physical 4. Hanging By A Thread 5. The Cost of Devotion

Do you respond to comments?

Every last one. I’m so grateful to anyone who takes the time

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmm, probably A Promise Kept

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Nourishment, Beyond the Physical

Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I’m aware of 😬

Do you write smut?

Sure do!

Craziest crossover?

I’m not a crossover gal, I’m boring

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of ! That’s a scenario that would both irk me, but also kind of flatter me LOL

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope

All time favorite ships?

Off the top of my head I’m gonna say Mulder and Scully. I’m sorry I’m sorry I love my short ladies getting their tall beaus. I’m also down bad for Clarice Starling and Jack Crawford from Silence of the Lambs

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

After voraciously and repeatedly binge reading @thepatronsaintoffilth’s incredible series You Smell Like Trouble I got hit with two ideas for Heisenberg x Reader smut fics, but Saint is like, the authority in that department, and those WIPs are sad and stubborn, so. May they rest in peace in the depths of my abandoned docs lol Anywho everyone go check out You Smell Like Trouble if you want 👏 quality👏 they are hardcore 21+ MDNI behave yourselves

What are your writing strengths?

I’m good at ending my fics, I think. Identifying and abiding their natural conclusions

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actions, emotions, descriptions, flow, redundancy, efficiency, cohesion, etc.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I’m allllll about it. That’s sexy

First fandm you ever wrote in?

Oh God I want to say either the movie Van Helsing from 2004 or the video game Folklore from 2007 (please anyone out there remember that one? Anyone?) I feel like there was something before that but I really can’t remember. I can’t believe I’ve been writing fanfiction now for as long as I have.

Favorite fic(s) you wrote?

Anytime I go back and skim what I’ve posted I cringe harder and harder, but I’m still proud enough of An Iron Hand in a Velvet Glove. And To Bear Witness only because I didn’t quit on it even though I wanted to MANY times

No pressure tags! @xxnashiraxx @bardic-inspo @verbenaa @chaoticbardlady99 @obsessedwhyyes @khywren @roguishcat @nerdallwritey @inkymoonbunny