#i cant draw hands but we don't need to talk about that

[daz59]

heremy jeere jumpscare

[whysofeinous24]

I saw stars!!

Warnings: smut in part 2

A/N: Don't be alarmed when you read part 2 I got freakaleek in my bio for a reason👅

(don't be afraid to tell me what you think I don't bite.... unless you like that)

R came home with an attitude it's only right she's punished, no?

Y/n's POV:

I unlocked the door to get into my house angry as hell.

I walk in and my sleeve gets stuck between the door. I let out an aggressive groan and open the door to pull my sleeve out. I'm about to go absolutely ballistic. I stomp upstairs to mine and Billie's room.

She looks up from her phone putting it down and getting up with a smile. She goes in for a hug but I shove her away and walk into the bathroom to just be alone, but billie doesn't get the memo as she barges in. Tension already thick she says.

"the fuck is your problem"

"well you now fuck do you not know how to leave someone alone" I say annoyed

"not when I don't get an explanation on what the fuck I did" she says just as annoyed now

"nothing you did nothing now leave" I say feeling myself start to get angry

"I'm not leaving" she says as if she's just trying to annoy me

"DAMN BILLIE DO YOU NOT GET IT. LEAVE . ME . THE FUCK . ALONE" I yell furious

"watch your goddamn mouth when you talk to me before I gag it" she says in an effort to intimidate me.

"yeah I'm not doing this I'm leaving" I say shoving past her. Just to be pulled back by my sleeve reminding me of that fuck ass door though this time I cant get out. Billie shoves me onto the counter picking me up onto it her hands on either side of my thighs

"if you don't lose that attitude I'm gonna make you regret ever catching it" she's says in a low growl

"you say that but you're not really gonna do anything" I spat back staring down at her

"you saying I won't fuck it out of you right now" she says with an angry look on her face.

"that's exactly what Im saying..... pussy" I whisper the last part looking directly into her eyes.

Her grip on the counter turning her knuckles white as she stares into my eyes with anger annoyance and hunger. At this point the tension in the room would need a chainsaw to cut though it.

I decided to take it a step further and lean in for a kiss just to pull back when we get a few centimeters away from each other laughing at the way she chases my lips with her own. Just like my last straw this was her's.

She picks me up gripping underneath my thighs she drops me on the bed and reaches in our toy draw. She pulls out the strap, gag, and handcuffs.

Oh I'm so fucking in for it....... PT2 TOMORROW!! (sorry I kinda lost all source of inspiration but I'm dropping pt2 of "Oh she so is" in 30 minutes)

[simpjaes]

OKAY JAY HARD THOUGHT THIS TIME

i say this all the time and send it to so many blogs but i cant get over jay and his size 😣 hes just so tall and muscular,,, and we know down there is pretty big 😵‍💫 when sza said i need a big boy she was talking ab him !! (at least i am)

while fucking he def has his little gf in a chokehold with his big biceps wrapped around her neck and he has her infront of the mirror so she can watch him pound into her... i think u get the picture ... ima let u write the rest bestie 😁

warnings: choking, reader is able to be lifted and is smaller than him, crying, he's 5'11 which is tall but still i write him like he's a 7 foot giant.

it's not so much a choke hold if he's not actively choking you. Rather, he's just forcing you to keep your head up, biceps flexing just up under your chin and pressing against all of your pulse points.

Okay, maybe it is a little bit of a choke hold, but it doesn't change the fact that you like it.

Jay can force you to look into that mirror all he wants. He's big enough to "force" you to do just about anything and you don't entirely mind that either. It's just...the one thing he can't make you do is look at yourself when he's right there. His eyes completely focused on where his hips meet your ass if he pulls back just enough, bouncing with strong and rough thrusts.

Your gaze always strays to him and the way his eyebrows knit together in either pleasure, pain, or concentration. It always draws a cheeky smile out of you as you stare into the mirror, only seeing your wrecked self in peripheral vision at this point.

Oh, but when he does meet your eye rather than his cock sinking into you, his gaze is even sharper and even more focused. He stares, he smirks, he fucking chuckles.

"Look at you," his raspy voice rings through the air as he leans forward against the shell of your ear. A sharp thrust pushing your body forward and making you brace your hands against the vanity. "You're so gone for me."

Another truth, and another chuckle.

He only fucks harder when you watch yourself in the mirror, and in turn he also only watches you through the very same surface. Both of you tuned into what he's able to do to you, for you, and for himself.

His larger body behind you is always distracting, but you can admit to loving what you see in yourself against the mirror when he does this more than when he doesn't.

When his strong arms release that grip around your throat, you always feel a tight grip of your ass in one of his hands, and the other gripping your face from behind and keeping your head forward. Only because you have a tendency to drop your face onto your own arms when you get the freedom to do so in this position.

The harsh grip against your face, squishing your cheeks and creating, arguably, hideous faces in the mirror only drive him further and further. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Until your eyes are burning and your throat is dry.

When he finally feels your tears hit his finger tips, then is when he will release your face, flipping you over, lifting you, and planting you right there on the same vanity before burying himself into you as deep as he can go.

And only then, is he forced to watch himself in the mirror.

[ellieswifie]

- bags, chris sturniolo ༉‧₊˚✧

𐙚 song fic!

warnings: bestfriend!chris x fem!reader, swearing, use of y/n, angst to fluff

˗ˋ.*✧·˚ ೃ࿔₊• "CAN YOU SEE ME? i'm waiting for the right time. i cant read you, but if you want, the pleasures all mine."

a good amount of distance is shared between you and chris, while you watch a movie with him and his brothers. your seated beside nick, watching as he scrolls through something on his phone, while matt and chris sit and actually enjoy the movie.

you aren't exactly sure what movie you all are watching. an old horror movie maybe? it's incredibly hard to watch and pay attention, when chris is staring at you from across the room. he hasn't said a word to you the entire night, but you know somethings going through his head after last nights conversation.

you've been best friends with the triplets for years and when he right out confessed he had feelings for you, you didn't know what to do or say. you ended up telling him that you didn't want to ruin your friendship, and turned him down. he hasn't said anything to you sense, but he's making it more than obvious that he wants to talk.

you fold your hands in your lap, avoiding his glaze when nick sits up from next to you. your eyes watch as he stands up and begins heading towards his room. "hey- what the fuck?" matt says, causing his brother to stop and turn around.

"i need to edit." nick says, looking between the group. "your welcome to do it for me or you can continue to sit on your ass?"

you laugh at nick while he keeps walking to his room. matt curses under his breath, sitting up and looking at his phone. your eye brows furrow, noticing that everyone is upping and leaving. "we have a meeting in the morning." matt notifies, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. "i'm going to shower and then go to sleep."

you send pleading eyes to matt, not wanting to be left alone with chris, but he ignores you, and keeps walking. "good night." you mutter, reaching out for you phone. you can feel chris' eyes on you, but avoid his glaze. your eyes glance at the time on your phone frowning. it's nearly two and you didn't want to stay over too late.

you sit up from the couch, and chris sits up quickly with you. you both exchange a look before you turn your eyes away. "it's... late." you say and chris groans.

"come on, y/n." you look at chris seeing the plead in his eyes. his arms are at his sides, while he stands still. you want to joke to your bestfriend about how needy he looks, but you can't. your entire thoughts are blank and you feel it hard to look at him. "you've looked at me all day like i'm a ghost."

you feel embarrassed now. your hands hug at your stomach as you look at chris. "because i don't know what to say. you told me you had a crush on me, how do i respond to that?"

chris laughed, crossing his arms. "you don't have to pretend it didn't happen. or that i'm a nobody to you."

"nothing did happen!" you say, raising your voice, but then remembering matt is right down the hall. you clear your voice, hugging your waist tighter. "nothing can happen. okay?"

chris' eyes travel around you, before he meets your eyes. he's hesitant. it's written all over his face, and you hate how guilty it's making you feel.

"can you see me using everything to hold back?"

"no." he says, looking at the ground.

your eye brows draw together in confusion. "no?"

your both silent for a moment as chris stares at you. his eyes have soften and he's relaxed his shoulders. you want to talk about this with him and tell him how much you actually care and what to be with him, but something deep down is tugging at that feeling. it feels like you need to hold back, regardless of how much you wish to stare the string between the two of you.

"i'm not going to pretend i haven't had a crush on you since we were little. that's foolish and as much as i want to say i don't like you that way, i can't."

you look at chris as he takes a step forward. your breathing quickens as his hand reaches for your cheek, gently places his cold fingers against it. your eyes look up to meet his blue glossy eyes.

you find yourself relaxing into his touch. your shoulders grow less tense and your arms slowly wrap against his waist. he smiles at that, as he rest his forehead against your temple. your fighting possibly every muscle in your body as you just breathe in his scent and relax against him.

his free hand creeps around your back, as he pulls you closer against him. your eyes look down at how close in proximity you guys are as chris never takes his eyes off you. "can we just... try?" you hear him say above you as your eyes feel watery.

you meet his eyes, nodding your head slowly. "okay."

"okay," chris repeats, closing his lips against your temple. "okay."

"i guess this could be worse. walking out the door with your bags."

[dwntwn-strnlo]

hey you said you were looking for requests i was wondering if you could right a oneshot for either chris or matt based of this song

thank you for the request! love you ❤️

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY chris sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. i've never listened to this song before so my mind hasn't quiet perceived it yet, so im just going off of what google said about the love triangle thing?? idk,,, sorry if this isnt exactly what you had in mind

kylie is just a random name! kylie is an oc and is not based off of anyone-

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

you and chris got together only 2 months after his ex dumped him. which didn't really do well with the public eye. and the allegations hurt like hell.

you tried to keep your relationship private for as long as you could, but, well, its hard to stay undercover.

the aggravated name calling came fast.

'we want kylie back' 'you stole chris' 'kill yourself' ; all things easily thrown under your tiktok's and insta posts.

calling you a 'slut' or a 'home-wrecker' just started rolling off of peoples tongues when your name was mentioned.

it truly disgusted you how people could just throw things out like they didn't have a care in the world. or that it would truly demoralize the person on the receiving end.

the threats and shaming put a hole in your heart. a huge, massive endless pit of a hole. it hurt, a lot. and chris knows that, and he tries and tries and tries to help you. but its very, very hard for the both of you.

so when chris walked into his room after taking a shower to find you sitting there staring at the wall, he knew something was up.

your eyes were puffy from recently shed tears, and the wall just seemed to get closer and closer.

"y/n?" he says, cautiously taking a step towards you. "whats up? im sorry, i didnt know you were coming over today."

a small sad laugh escapes your lungs as you look up at your boyfriend. your eyes wash over his face, confusion and worry crossing over every part of him.

the second he gets a good look at your state, his heart shatters.

you bite down hard on your lower lip, not really caring if you were to draw blood. "i..." your breath hitches as you attempt to choke back a sob. "we need to break up, chris."

his eyes widen, before he sighs, running his hands down his face. his face stays covered for just a second more. "we need to?" he sighs, still very confused of the conversation.

"im- im sorry-" you mumble, just barely audible for chris to hear.

chris walks over to where you sit on the bed, placing his hands on your knees and squatting down in front of you. "baby, please. you need to talk to me."

you shake your head, quiet tears falling from your closed eyes.

"baby-"

"no, chris." you sigh as he takes your hands in his. slowly rubbing circles along your knuckles. "i cant fucking take it anymore." opening your eyes, you find his eyes start to well up with tears. begging to fall down, but he keeps himself from falling undone in front of you. wanting to keep the situation as stable as possible.

"what?" he asks, exasperation lacing his shaking voice. "what cant you take anymore?"

"i love you chris, but your fans-"

"fuck them."

"you don't mean that."

the same sad laugh that you let out before, escapes his throat this time. "no i dont."

you smile lightly, but the flowing tears pushes back your moment of happiness.

"its almost wednesday, and we havent filmed a video yet-" you start to cut him off but he shakes his head. "no- matt and nick see it too. they'll talk about it i promise."

"chris..." you sigh, searching his teary blue eyes.

"just please, please... dont leave because of some stupid fans." he pleads. a single tear navigating down his cheek.

you drop his hand, reaching down to wipe it away with your thumb. hes slow to bring his own hand up, cupping your hand against his cheek.

your frown only deepens when he turns your palm to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your open hand. "please, baby. i love you way to much to let you get to wrapped up in something like this. your my entire world and i cant believe-" he pauses to laugh, "i cant believe that i lived 18 years of my life without you there. and i cant imagine what it would be like without you."

"just... stay." he frowns, pressing another sad kiss to your knuckles.

you slide down, off the couch. leaning over to wrap your arms around the crying boy. "im sorry... i love you, baby."

he lets out a simple sigh of relief, wrapping his around you. fully embracing you into the hug. "i love you."

TAGLIST

@thetriplets3 @theboyz-delulu @stxrniqlo

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House AU!Freddy Krueger x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You are So Beyond Uninterested in this guy Jennifer left you with that when you see Freddy in the kitchen you are So Beyond Relieved. Pretending to Evan that Freddy is Your Guy just seemed like the natural course of action!-

Warnings: Sexual references.

As soon as you saw Freddy in the kitchen doing nothing-in-particular, you felt the heaviest rush of relief you've ever felt in this house- which is saying something. Living here is like having your life on the line every second of the damn day.

But with Evan here talking your ears burning red about his job, and 'dumbing it down for you' since it was just so complicated (And you should be s o grateful he's being so inclusive, right?? 😒), Freddy with his dumb puns (That sometimes make you laugh. Admittedly) and creepy remarks That sometimes... aren't t h a t creepy... ) somehow looks... kinda good.

You mean- well- if you were going to go out with anyone here... in this kitchen... well-... it wouldn't be Evan.

Welp. You can use that.

"Freddy!" You exclaim cheerfully, making it across the kitchen in 2 seconds, happy to get away from Evan standing too close behind you, throwing your arms around the demon. You fill your voice up with joy and stick a grin to your face, like you're so pleased to see your guy. Like you missed him, when he was gone from you. "Hey! Where have you been, today?" You ask, tilting your head to the side inquisitively, like just the perfect little sweetheart.

Evan has stopped talking about work, thank god, but he definitely have some questions about this. You don't take your eyes off of Freddy's trying to figure out whether he gets it or not. There's an odd pondering look on his face. "Wait... what's happening here? I thought... Look, Jennifer said I might like you... I thought we were gonna- " He sounds so baffled. you feel slightly bad.

But not that bad.

"Oh yeah," A look of guilt on your face, you turn back to Evan, leaning back against the kitchen bench just like 'your man'. You read somewhere that couples mimic each other. "Um- well- Jennifer doesn't know, yet. Ha." When Freddy is still just standing there, watching you struggle with amusement all over his mean dumb face, you oh-so-subtly elbow his arm off the bench (making him almost fall), before placing it around your waist. Fidgeting, you turn your head to 'glance out the window' behind your both and hiss a desperate, pleading, "Work with me here- " into his ear.

"Really?"

"Uhuh." You nod, not liking the tone of disbelief in Evans voice. Where does he get off thinking you're a liar?? He's known you for 3 minutes!, he doesn't know you- he doesn't know Freddy- how would he know you two aren't a perfect match!?-

"Its new." Freddy finally speaks, and you nod along eagerly. Yes! Thank you. Yes, its new- Great-

"Oh."

"It happened last night." Freddy goes on, and honestly, you wish he wouldn't. Compliancy is all you need from him!!- Theirs a dirty smirk on his face and you do a double take at it. Oh, hell- "Lights off, clothes on the floor, Daddy's tongue drawing- "

"Ha ha OKAY- honey, he doesn't need the r-rated version. Thank you." You give Freddy's shoulder an awkward pat, like, thats enough sweetheart. Thats not enough, though, not for him-

"Oh that wasn't the r-rated version, princess, you know that~ " When you turn your head to see Freddy, because his voice is close to the side of your head now (a mistake you greatly regret, admittedly), Freddy flicks his tongue at you. And you have to hold very still, conjure all of your self control to keep yourself from cringing or exploding or something equally red-handed and just look perturbed at him. Your eyes are only a little squinty and your nose is only a little screwy, so you're very proud of yourself.

His eyes are laughing though, and you so badly want to pinch him really hard, or something, but you cant in front of Evan!

"... sweetheart save that for later." You eventually say very quickly, before turning back to Evan. "Anyway, Evan, as you can see, I'm- " Before immediately freezing there with Freddy.

Jennifer's there, now.

And she's seen your antics.

Oh, dear.

[sempsimps]

Gregory violet song scenarios

so this is a bunch of random scenarios and head canons i have of this emo boy and i even made a playlist for it becuse im so prepared for this also i do edit the lyrics a tad to fit the time its set in and vibe of the shorts so like if that bothers you sorry i guess (also i wanted to experiment with the tumbler coloured text i think it looks so cool) but this is mostly x reader so sorry if that's not what you want im just brain rotting at this point i cant do this lmao also i would like to say i unfortunately dont have the manga so i actually dont know whats going to happen sorry

starting with the honourable runner ups i think these songs fit but i couldn't think of what to write for them

Necromancing dancing - bear ghost (pun intended) "when im necromancing, everyone's dancing, no one can stop me i dare you to try! the dead are infused with sentential grove"

i don't wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees "would anybody listen to this the ramblings of a lunatic"

everything is temporary - cavetown "sticks and stones they say that we dont have bones inside our brains"

mamas boy - Dominic fike "m-a-m-a-b-o-y mamas boy mamas boy"

im not a cynic - Alec Benjamin "i swear im not a cynic im just being realistic"

cats - the living tombstone "meow meow meow meow memeow"

they/them - atlas, jhfly

house of wolves - my chemical romance

plucked - destroy boys "take a bird from the sky and you wonder why she wants to fly"

nobody - mitski

underachiever - NOAHFINNCE "nothing beats the life of an underachiever"

the adults are talking - the strocks "dont go there you never return and i know you think of me when you think of her"

(lowkey heathers the musical JD looking ass)

WARNING ANGST IS HERE

your stupid face - Kaden macay (oh no + verse 2)

Gregory in third person pov - the realisation he liked you

he was zoning out at the swan gazebo and drawing some sketches with his charcoal pencil. The first bit of the facial anatomy was done, and he used French bread to remove the lines. to make the face he slowly did the eyes and made them defined and full of life, the nose features, and soon enough he had nearly finished carefully doing each strand of hair falling perfectly around the face he wasn't even thinking about who it was but when he stopped to finally look at it realised who it was. 'Oh no,' looking at it more, he tilts his head back, closing his eyes shut to not let the sun make him dizzy. 'noooo' now he was roughly pressing the charcoal to the paper. 'i just really like you face' drawing the smile you always wore around him. 'Ugh, you don't have to look so happy..' he kept drawing, now to try and get it just right. remembering all the times you expressed it. 'im not really into the love that you flaunt in some bright font' smirking to himself 'but if that's what you want ill make it snappy.- wait what' he looked around noticing no one was looking at him he sighed 'i just feel so out of place' he finished your face. 'but not when you near me' moving on to the shoulders. 'when your gone, I'm like a plant with no root' he made quick work of the shape and made the clothes 'or a ball that's on mute' he smiled looking at his work 'don't you dare call me cute, you should fear me' a hand on Gregory's shoulder makes him jump, it was bluewer telling him he needs to sort out a purple house conflict, and to bring cheslock to sort out a fight. sighing and carefully putting his sketch away, a small smile on his soft features. 'Now i like your stupid face'.

soundproof - destroy boys (verse 1 before chorus)

panic attack from social anxiety (if uncomfortable then skip it) - he got amongst the dancing and hated it

it was after the big cricket game that he had to be there for appearances, empty streets are just as soundproof as studios and big crowds. and there were people dancing already. It was making him dizzy, just looking. 'keep me away from here' but when he somehow ends up in the middle of the hall he starts to panic 'how'd i appear on this stage' he was amongst all the dancers getting in the way of some getting bumped into. 'im taking up too much space.' his head was spinning from all the movement, and he felt eyes on him. 'Look away, please don't look this way.' Feeling a hand on his arm leading him out of the hall, too dizzy and unfocused to see they walked outdoors, the fresh air bringing him back down to earth. not sure who it was, but he thanked whoever it was as he started to calm down, taking deep breaths. 'i don't ever want to hear myself ever again'

disco! in the panic room - bug hunter (chorus 2)

in your pov third person - dancing again i dont know im losing the plot as i write. sorry to the amab readers this one this feminine

i was in disguise at the school, as ceils older brother, as I saw him as one. and missed being in a dress. so after the cricket game was announced, and shown it was underway, i went behind the door to get into a dress. i was hiding one underneath my cloak, i let the dress fall from the purple robe it set nicely, and i just simply wrapped the fabric around my waist, like a bow. and headed out to find Gregory, he was still upset about the fire, and wanted to leave as fast as he could. and i understood, but i wanted to dance with him just a little. He was just out of view of everyone trying to leave, and i pulled him into a room with a bright smile. "hiya, would you like to dance in the panic room violet?" He simply smiled. "I made a promise so sure." he held my hands, and i started to slowly waltzes in a random backroom. away from the crowed and prying eyes and i could see that every few movement he was getting more and more pale, as we turned slightly in the dance "Now I feel nauseous, As if I drank a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with" i giggle a little as we stop. he lets go of my hands, to hold his head, he feels dizzy but i come prepared knowing about this, with some water in a canteen. "you probably did But Lysol won't solve this, so have some water." i handed his the medium sized flask, to which he hesitantly took a sip with shaky hands. "im out of options, arnt i?" he softly smiled after a few moments, and i was satisfied to get a little dance. making sure he was okay. but i felt bad. "you can head back now i understand this was a lot, sorry" he sighed "oh its okay and thank you, It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted" i smile as he hands back my water flask. "But if you want me, I'll be here." Gregory and i walked out of the room and said out good nights before he went wherever, and i returned to the ballroom to see Elizabeth and everyone.

fire on fire - sam smith (chorus 1 like half of it)

Gregory pov - looking at you from outside the purple house fire (and i realise that the song is more about love but i want the angst so deal with it)

i stood there, my eyes filled in fear, as the boarding house burned. i couldn't move, I don't say a word stuck in place, you grab my hand i should be used to it, But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. just like the fire that i couldn't look away from, a soft hand leading my face away to look at you. There you go, saving me from out of the cold, but i couldn't do anything. but blankly stare at you. tired and scared features, eyes slowly morphing to cry. Fire on fire would normally kill us, and this was on the inside. i was breaking down as i saw how distraught everyone was. I couldn't keep it in much longer. but then the other prefects showed up, and i didn't have time for it, so i pulled my hood up to hold it in, letting go of your hand to do something.

Love me not - eimi (verse 3?)

the part that's always on TikTok but it is a good song- anyway this is at the dating stage and you try to get help from your friends idfk

Sitting on the grass, in front of the bench in the middle of a courtyard, talking with Ciel, soma, and your best friend, the latter two interested in how the relationship was going with Gregory. so far all you could describe it as was confusing, when they asked how. you stood up and started pacing in front of them finger to your chin like how a detective dose it but moving to act out and get you point across better. "Does he really love me? Does he think I'm too much." My pacing stops as i shook my head and returned to walk around. "Am I hanging by a string? Am I pushing my luck?" I looked at the two with confusion, hands out, doing some gesture. they were still intrigued, and i just wanted an answer. "He says I'm his beloved. He says I'm enough. but every time I kick and scream, he tells me to shush!" waving your arms up and down in frustration, and at this, the friends pay more attention. shock on soma's face, making an o shape. "He told you to what!" My best friend joining in, equally surprised. "he told you to, huh!" Ciel bored of our shit huffed out a sigh before speaking. "I think you shouldn't really worry. and you're blowing this up," and I hastily replied, almost yelling. "But I'm falling in love! Does he wanna break up!?" I gripped the hood of my purple house uniform, pulling it over my face, which was red in embarrassment, and I felt some paper in there. taking it off my head a small envelope fell out of my hood, it had a clear purple wax seal with the house cress. 'That wasn't there before'

absence - Rio Romeo chorus + verse 3

Gregory in third person this is angsty, and sad. description of dying

he was thinking about what was going to happen all the experiments, but he unwillingly took part in. he couldn't shake it a feeling of impending doom. he knew the things he did, and that didn't warrant him to be sorry for himself, but he couldn't eat or sleep, even drinking something seemed impossible. then his thoughts came back to his friends. He couldn't stop thinking about how they would react, to him dying. 'If i just vanished, do you think you'd manage' laying in his bed contemplating how you would miss him. 'Or would you disappear right besides me?' A tear came into his eye. As he continued to think of you, how would you react to what he's done, more and more tears came out, little by little. 'Do you think you're ready? When i went unsteady,' his tears ran down his checks, smearing the eyeliner. 'lover, please prepare for my absence.' he stifled his cries with the ball of his palm, keeping it in. lipstick smearing on his hand as he bit down harder, more tears rolling down, landing on his pillows staining them. 'absence makes the heart grow stronger', wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 'pray my baby will not squander everything to gain by my leaving' taking his hands away from his face, to look at them they shook, as he starred at them blurry vision from crying, the bite mark on his right one blending red. 'and if i return the favour.' thinking to all the sweet parts you shared together. 'pray my baby always saviour, every moment we were both present' sitting up to hunch over head in his hands quietly sobbing, the walls were thick and he knew it but it hurt to cry louder.

oh boy that took some effort i was going to so many more but i just cant but i do kinda love what i did i think it matches his character well I hope it matches at least and again here is a link to my playlist i hope it works if not i have the same name on Spotify but non the less i hope my writing doesn't suck :) (feeling like the Q.A from welcome home "I want it out open open open" lmao MAYBE IM A LITTLE DELULU RN WHO KNOWS) ALSO ive never written angst before so i hope that was good idfk

https://spotify.link/tg5qbp9ZgJb

[spacedlexi]

Hi Lexi

What do you think of partially blinded Vi? You never seem to draw her that way, and I kind of just wanted to know what do you think of it as a certified Vi lover.

I personally think that while something like this can be "cool" (as in, being beneficial to the character design), it's handled quite poor for Vi and it just looks a bit... ungrateful. Simply doesn't look good, doesn't fit her personality or character (am I missing something?) and it doesn't seem to fit or suit her...unlike Kenny's iconic eyepatch. To me, it has become a pivotal thing in his design to a degree in which Kenny with both eyes seems a bit odd looking. I see it as a symbol which stands for Ken being a martyr and all he's lost and sacrificed. He is all about family and helping those he loved, his loved ones truly were the "apple of his eye". It all makes sense, doesn't it?

But for Vi, it's excatly the opposite. I'm just so sorry to see her like this. 😭😭😭 I don't think it makes sense in any way. Louis losing his tongue because he's so talkative and "won't shut up" does kind of make sense, but I cant help but see Violet losing sight as kind of lazy writing. "We need something bad happening to her!!! suffer the children!!!'- the writers exclaimed.

i think vi losing her eyesight is incredibly impactful on her character and i honestly dont understand why some people say its lazy writing. especially since it was foreshadowed multiple times. vi losing her eyesight i think is even more impactful on her character than louis losing his tongue because at least louis still has his music to express himself and uplift spirits through (and its not like he cant communicate At All. his note still makes clem laugh). the reason i dont draw blind vi very often is because of how sad it is to me. for multiple reasons

violets whole thing is wanting to be able to protect the people she cares about, and feels immense grief and guilt about the times she feels shes failed them (thinks if she had been there with the twins that day that she couldve done something to save them. feels she failed everyone taken by the raiders. is scared of failing clem too "if something happened to you because of me? i cant lose you too. i wont". its why she cant leave minnie after shooting her. and a kidnapped vi attacks clem because she doesnt want anyone else to get hurt. hell it even ties back to her grandma and feeling guilty about not doing anything for her)

so for her to lose her eyesight? she took pride in her ability to fight and now she cant do that anymore. cant protect the people she loves. and as someone who started the season as an isolated loner, it forces her to rely on those around her for help, stripping her of her independence (and her independence is what allowed her to stand up against the group for clem when it came to the marlon situation in ep2). a blinded vi is forced into accepting community, whereas a saved violet accepts it on her own. her and clem turn ericsons into the home violet could never see it as

the other reason blind vi makes me so sad is that it is Directly a result of clems actions. kidnapped vi had nothing and wanted nothing to do with the bomb, and yet shes the ONLY ONE who gets hurt by it. clem choosing to let vi be taken means clem both breaks her heart, and then burns out her eyes. louis and his tongue is between him and lilly and was a choice THEY each made outside of clems direct influence (even if it was clem who inspired him to speak up, it is ultimately his choice to keep talking, and lilly hurts him for it. its sad he gets punished for a character moment, but clem had no direct hand in him losing his tongue. its why hes not angry to see her in the cell. he doesnt blame clem for what happened), but the way vi is feeling in that cell is DIRECTLY due to clems actions. vi feels like clem abandoned her after she had put herself on the line for her multiple times. she always had clems back but clem didnt have hers. clem is the one who planted the bomb and vi gets caught in the blast. clem hurts her emotionally And physically. and vi apologizes for getting upset (she tries to apologize on the beach too before theyre forced out in the cart, so she felt wrong for those actions immediately even tho they were understandable. lilly and minnie used her moment of weakness to get in her head. she just wanted everyone to be safe)

kidnapped blinded vi is just so incredibly sad to me, especially when you compare her to a fully realized violet. a violet who has come into herself, has confidence, has opened up, has stopped pushing people away out of fear and lets herself love again. shes a leader. a fighter. a protector. and those are all things a blinded violet loses

neither vi losing her eyes or louis losing his tongue is supposed to add anything to their characters. its about what theyve lost. both of them have important parts of their identity stripped away from them after being taken by the delta. its supposed to be sad. heartbreaking. regrettable. unfortunate. they have not gained anything by their time at the delta, only lost important parts of themselves to it

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 46

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,076

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 46 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Self-deprecation, Mentions of feeling violated, Angst

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Your eyes hurt from crying so much. Just the reminder of why you're here talking to Yoongi makes your chest ache but you needed to talk. Maybe it was stupid of you because the vampire before you has his head cradled in his hands after he heard what you had to say but it's too late to take it back now.

Yoongi stays silent with his fingers halfway through his hair. He grips the strands tightly and loosens them after a second. The way he goes without answering makes you freak out a little making you rub your hands between each other.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I shouldn't-"

He cuts you off with a finger raised in your direction effectively silencing you. You swallow deeply and wait for him to sit up with a deep sigh. Licking his lips he looks towards the ceiling and just stares until he can finally find the right words to tell you.

"You know if Hoseok finds out about this that's it. You're never leaving his room ever again."

You ball up your hands into fists to stop the way they shake. "I know."

Yoongi turns to look at you. "And you're not joking, right? You actually did this?"

He won't say exactly what you told him. How you and Namjoon have been sneaking behind Hoseok's back to hook up. How just a couple of minutes ago you did just that. Right before Namjoon told you the truth. The way he took your heart and broke it apart so ruthlessly. The sound of his laughter still rings in your head.

You nod before looking down at your lap.

Yoongi releases another sigh but this time he sounds absolutely exhausted. As if hearing what you said is draining him dry. A thought strikes you then causing you to nervously look his way.

"Do you think he'll tell Hoseok?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "Namjoon is stupid but he's not that stupid. He knows that if he does say something Hoseok will never let him live it down. They may be brothers but that's a grudge I don't think Hoseok will ever let go of." He scratches his face. "Why though?"

Your brows draw together in confusion. He sees your reaction and elaborates further.

"Why did you tell me all of this?"

You shrug. "I hate being here but after what just happened it's also come to hurt. I don't want to be here anymore and if not Minjeong you can help me get out."

He purses his lips as he looks off towards the side.

You know you really hit him hard with bad news that's making him question your sanity you're sure. And you also know you put him in a precarious situation between two brothers with their own issues. You can't imagine how this is making him feel right now but you hope this plea of yours will be heard.

Turning his attention back towards you he hums. "I'm going to need some time. You know that, right? We need a time where some if not all my brothers are gone from the house and it cant be obvious that it's me who helped you escape. I was the only one home when Minjeong left. If the same happens with you people will start asking questions. And Seokjin's lapdogs are already hot on your heels. I'm actually surprised no one caught you and Namjoon while knowing that."

You hate it but you know he's right.

Yoongi sighs again and crosses his arms. "And you need money and a place to stay."

"I have money," you say.

"From where?"

"From my old job. I saved up a lot."

He quirks a brow up in interest. "Did you open the account yourself or did the Baeks do it?"

You frown a little. "They did it for me."

He sucks his teeth. "You need to take that money out if the account is still open. They could close it whenever they want. I'm actually surprised you still have access to it... You do, right?"

You nod your head but then you send a questioning look his way. "When would be the best time to take it all out? As you know I'm stuck with Hoseok most of the time."

Yoongi purses his lips while he thinks. "It's not your first time leaving the house without him. I can take you out in guise of just wanting to spend time with you. We'll take all your money out then."

"Okay," you softly say.

"All that's left is to find you a place."

"Maybe Minjeong can help with that?"

"I don't have her number."

"I do."

Both his eyebrows raise in interest but before he can ask you answer.

"The day at the mall when we ran into her, she managed to pass me a note with her number on it. I have her listed under a different name so that if Hoseok finds it he won't know it's her."

Yoongi slowly nods his head. "Alright. Maybe we can work something out with her." He continues to nod until something hits him then. "Wait."

You hum questioningly. "What?"

He sends a look your way you don't like.

"What are you going to do without my brother's saliva?"

Realization dawns upon you then. Fuck. He's right.

This always seems to be the topic of conversation when it comes to these vampires and the option to go to a rehab looms over you.

As if he knows where your mind is going Yoongi speaks up.

"If you go to a rehab it'll have to be far from here. Hoseok wouldn't hesitate to find you the minute he knows you're gone and I don't doubt one of the first places he'll look into are rehab centers."

You don't want to go to a rehab. You didn't want to back when you were with your former Masters and you don't want to now either, but you're left with little options.

"I doubt Minjeong would be willing to help with that," you say but Yoongi shakes his head.

"I don't know if Minjeong's saliva is anything like ours but even then don't think about it. I'd prefer you make it out of here with me knowing you'll get some help."

Your form visibly deflates but you know he's just trying to do things right. The high is the only good thing about Hoseok and you're going to miss that. Tremendously.

Yoongi takes a deep breath in and gives another sigh with it. "Talk to Minjeong when you can and whatever she says relay it back to me. I want us to be on the same page. For now though we'll have to act like nothing is up. You can't leave just yet."

You nod before you're hit with a thought. "What about Namjoon?"

Yoongi hums. "Hoseok can't know anything."

"I know but I really don't want to be in a room alone with him... Not after today."

He sees the way a wave of sadness falls over you and hesitantly places a hand on your shoulder.

"Stick with Hoseok as much as possible. If he offers for you to stay with Namjoon let him know you'd rather be with him. Don't be too obvious about wanting to avoid our brother though because he'll suspect something is up."

You nod along to his words.

"And if for some reason you end up alone with Namjoon ignore him. I know that's easier said than done by don't take whatever bait he throws your way. Even if he says he wants to apologize don't fall for it. It'll just be another lie of many more to come."

It hurts knowing that this is how things are going to be between you and Namjoon. You enjoyed being with him. Fell for his affection that you now know to be fake. You wonder maybe if you wouldn't have confessed to him would he still have pretended to be yours?

You don't want to think about it. The wound is too fresh right now.

"Hey."

You look at Yoongi who gives you a soft look. He squeezes your shoulder gently before releasing you.

"It'll be okay. You'll see."

You can only hum in response.

He stands up from his bed and walks over to his nightstand where his phone lies. Picking it up he checks for the time and looks at you.

"It's going to be a while before Hoseok comes back. You're welcome to stay here until he does."

You look down at your bare feet and the shoes that lie by your side. You could stay here but right now you feel gross. After having done what you did with Namjoon - back before now you would have glowed but now you just feel dirty and used.

"I want to wash up first." The words leave you softly.

Yoongi grabs the remote that was next to his phone and turns on the TV. "Well when you're done you know where to find me."

You give him one last look before you grab your shoes and stand.

To be honest you don't want to be alone and you're thankful Yoongi is giving you a place to stay until Hoseok gets back. For now though you need to hide and lick your wounds so you can begin to heal. Even if you never fully do you need to at least try.

When you leave his room you look around you. Two maids are heading down towards the stairs and don't notice you coming out. You look off towards the direction of Namjoon's room but you don't see him. You wonder if he's still in there or if he left but you're not about to stick around and find out.

You hurriedly make your way to Hoseok's room and slip in. Once the door is closed silence is all that joins you. It's deafening after everything and you can't stand it.

Sighing you make your way over to the closet and drop your shoes off where Hoseok keeps them. You find fresh new pajamas and toss the ones from before and the clothes you wear now into the hamper. More than anything you want Namjoon's scent off of you and you actually feel bad knowing Hoseok will be able to smell him if he passes by the hamper. Not because you feel for Hoseok but because it'll serve as a reminder that you were with his brother. It makes you remove them and pull out some of the clothes that way you can bury them deep within the basket. With that done you head towards the shower.

You turn the water on and set it for something warm. Warmer than usual. As that settles you look into the mirror and see how puffy your face looks from all the crying. The sight of it makes your brows draw together as you frown.

The urge to cry is still there. When you have your heart broken that will happen to you. You feel stupid and embarrassed. Were there any signs you should have looked out for? Maybe there were you were just too absorbed in your emotions to care.

Namjoon's laughter still rings in your ears and the sound of it makes another wave of embarrassment to come over you.

Gods you're so stupid. When will you learn not to trust people so easily?

Fresh tears pool out of your eyes. You can't bring yourself to continue staring at your reflection so you turn around and head to the shower.

When the water touches your skin you welcome the slight burn. You need to wash yourself off of Namjoon. You feel violated in so many ways.

"I should have gotten you to jerk me off before breaking the news."

A broken sob leaves you and you find yourself full on crying now. You have to sit on the seating in the shower and cover your face as you cry.

It hurts. So much. Why did things have to be this way? Why do you have to be in so much pain and all because Namjoon saw you as fresh game? You were nothing but entertainment for him. Entertainment that willingly gave themself up. How could you be so stupid? There's no other answer to that other than that's just how you are. Stupid. It honestly makes you laugh a little but in a self-deprecating manner.

After a while of crying you stand up to shower. You want him off of you and you use the somewhat hot water to do that. Use your soap to do that. Scrub away at your skin to do that. You even wash your hair. All to be rid of Namjoon.

When you're done you feel raw but clean. Physically speaking because inside your soul you're far from it. After doing your skincare routine you get dressed in your pajamas and take the time to dry your hair. You want to take care of yourself after the blow you took so you take your time. You don't know how long it's been since everything that happened so you check the time and see that it's late into the day. Only the gods know how long it's going to take before Hoseok comes back. You could stay in his room until then despite Yoongi's offer. You feel embarrassed but you decide that yeah, staying with Yoongi might be better. Staying alone with your thoughts doesn't sound appealing to you. At all. So you put on your slippers with phone in hand and make your way back over to the thoughtful vampire. You're sure to check the halls though as you head over. You really don't want to bump into Namjoon. No one is in sight though and so you quickly make your way back to Yoongi.

You knock on the door and hear a soft "Come in" from inside. When you open the door you see Yoongi sat on his chair with a keyboard sat before him and on a foldable table something with many colorful squares on it and a laptop. His headphones are resting around his neck as he takes the chance to look at you.

"Better," he asks.

You nod your head.

He brings up the left part of his headphones up to cup his ear and presses the keyboard. It's silent so you suspect he can hear it through the headphones.

"You're welcome to watch TV while I work here."

"Are you sure?" You frown. "I don't want to bother you."

"You won't be bothering me. I wouldn't have invited you to stay if I thought you would be a bother."

You give him a barely there smile but it's enough for him to see and smile back.

You look at the TV he's left on for you and see it's showing a movie. It's one you've seen before and liked so you leave it on to watch.

Sitting on his bed you're afraid to do more than just that. You sit on the edge of his bed and just stare at the TV.

"You can lay in bed, Y/N."

Your brows shoot up as you look at Yoongi. He isn't even looking at you as he continues to mess with his things. You don't question him though as you slip off your slippers and settle into the middle of his bed. It's unmade and so you take the chance to slip beneath the silky smooth sheets and settle them up to your waist as you sit up against the pillows.

Your time spent here is finishing the movie that was on when you came here and getting a little over the halfway mark of the second one when your brain tries to remind you about what happened. It dampens your mood causing you to sigh. You pick up your phone to check out the games you have on it - anything to keep you distracted. It's when you unlock it do you realize something. You can text Minjeong. You access your contacts and find the pseudonym you have for her. Yoongi said to contact her and tell him everything she had to say. You wonder if she's available now but you'll give it a shot and see.

You: Minjeong?

You purse your lips and place the phone down to watch the movie again. You're giving Minjeong time to get back to you but you have to admit you're a little nervous. What if everything falls through? You don't even have a plan yet but you're expecting the worse.

You should have a little more faith in Yoongi, you think. He's really going to go out of his way to try and help you. And you don't know Minjeong that well but it seems like she truly wants to help too. After everything she's been through with Hoseok she came all this way to see you to try and help anyway. Would you have gone that far for a stranger? You honestly don't know.

Your phone vibrates after a moment and you're quick to pick it up but when you check you frown when you see it's from Hoseok instead.

Hoseok: I'm sorry I'm not home yet baby but this stuff takes a while. We'll more than likely do some today and the rest another time but for now just hold on.

Hoseok: I hope Namjoon isn't boring you or anything lol

Your frown grows deeper at the mention of his brother.

What should you type back?

You: It's okay.

But is it? You quickly type out a response to follow your two words.

You: Things are fine.

They are because you're with Yoongi but you won't mention that. You don't want Hoseok asking questions right now so you keep quiet about it.

Immediately afterwards Hoseok sends two emojis your way. A ☺️ and 😘 stare back at you but you make no effort to write back.

You place the phone back down and after a minute it buzzes again and you pick it up with clenched teeth thinking it's Hoseok but you're surprised to see it's Minjeong instead.

Dawn: Who is this?

You're quick to type back in hopes of getting a positive response.

You: It's Y/N. This is Minjeong right?

You trap your bottom lip between your teeth as you stare at the screen.

Minjeong wouldn't have given you a fake number you're sure but you just needed to make sure it was her you were texting.

Dawn: Y/N! Yes it's me. How are you?

Distraught and embarrassed for starters but you won't say that - instead something else.

You: I'm okay I guess...

You: You were right. About Namjoon. He isn't who I thought he was.

When you press send you have to bite your lip harder to prevent the urge to cry.

The answer comes after a few seconds.

Dawn: I'm sorry Y/N. I don't know who you thought he was to you but now you see the truth. None of the brothers can be trusted. Only Yoongi.

You: I see that now..

You pause with a sniffle. No. You're not going to cry over Namjoon again. You won't let him have that power over you.

Minjeong doesn't text you back but you don't want to end it here. You have to start making a plan.

You: Yoongi admitted that he saved you. He's willing to help me get out too. Money isn't an issue but I need a place to stay.

You: He said I should go to a rehab but not near here. Do you maybe know any around you? How far do you live if that's okay to know?

It takes a while for a response. So much so that you figure she's either busy or hesitant to tell you where she lives. You wouldn't blame her then if that's the case. How can she trust that you won't say anything to Hoseok? She doesn't know you like that. But when you least expect it she answers you.

Dawn: I live around 7-8 hours away which is enough distance needed between you and Hoseok. I can look into rehab centers for you and I'll let you know what I find.

Dawn: How much money do you have? Unless you have health insurance you'll need to pay for your stay and once you're better we'll need to find you a home.

You know she's right. You don't know how much they'll charge you at the rehab and you don't plan on overstaying more than you need to. You saved enough money you believe so you tell her.

You: Trust me it's enough. I've been saving since I first started working and that's when I was 13.

Dawn: That sounds good. Even then I'll be willing to help with any expenses you might need so don't think you'll be alone in this.

That's kind of her. To be honest the whole idea of escaping has you nervous because of the what-ifs but having both Minjeong and Yoongi by your side makes you feel a little better.

You: Thank you. Honestly.

Dawn: It's no problem.

Dawn: After everything, if you feel comfortable to, we can set up a restraining order against Hoseok for you. I want to make sure he's out of your life for good.

She's making sure to let you know she'll go through thick and thin for you. It sounds almost too good to be true but she proved to you how far she'll go when she came all this way to see you at the mall.

7-8 hours. That's how far away she lives and yet she came anyway. Would you have ever gone that far for someone you don't know? Especially when it meant you'll run into your kidnapper again? Minjeong is selfless unlike you you believe because you don't think you ever could.

You: Thank you.

Dawn: Of course.

Dawn: I'll start looking into rehab centers nearby. I'll let you know what I find and what the best options are.

You: Okay. I'll let Yoongi know what's up. He wants to be informed as much as possible before any attempts to leave are made.

Dawn: That sounds good.

Dawn: He's a really good guy. Let's be thankful for him.

You are thankful for Yoongi. The only "normal" brother you've come to truly realize. Namjoon didn't lie about that at least.

You don't know what else to say so you leave it at that. Looking over to Yoongi you see that he's still working on his music. He's been very quiet as you watch TV and even now after your talk with Minjeong. You wonder when would be the best time to tell him about the texts but you don't want to bother him. He's so focused on his work. The more you stare at him the more your thoughts on Minjeong cloud your mind. You wonder how the chance to help her escape came about. We're they already talking about it between each other or was it a spontaneous decision on Yoongi's part? Minjeong was being drugged by Hoseok and so you wonder how he managed to get her out undetected by staff. You would ask Minjeong but would she remember correctly because of the drugs? What was Hoseok using on her anyway?

"You're staring at me."

You jump at the sound of Yoongi's voice.

He raises his head up to look at you before moving his headphones down around his neck. "Something on your mind?"

"Oh." You blink a few times. You weren't expecting to get caught. "Um I talked to Minjeong."

His brows raise a little. "What did she say?"

You cross your legs beneath the sheets as you sit up a little. "She said she's going to look up rehab centers for me around where she lives and that she'll help me out moneywise if need be."

Yoongi nods his head. "That's good. Anything else?"

"Just that if I'm comfortable with it that she'll help me get a restraining order on Hoseok."

His expression is carefully neutral but you can't imagine how he must feel.

"I'm sorry," you say. "This must be tough with Hoseok being your brother and all."

He shrugs. "I want the best for my brother but I can't help him when he's wrong."

Still but you won't push the subject.

Yoongi stretches in his seat with his arms reaching up above. You swear you hear his shoulders pop and it's only then does he sigh in relief.

"Are you hungry," he asks.

To be honest, after what you've been through no you're not but you know you need to eat.

You shrug in response but it's enough for Yoongi to pull out his phone and start searching for something.

"Is there anything you'd like to order?"

You shrug again but realize he can't see you as he continues to go through his phone.

"I'm fine with anything."

Yoongi hums. "Thai it is."

You can't help but to huff a laugh. Yoongi is oftentimes entertaining without meaning to be.

Taking off his headphones Yoongi lies them beside his laptop before standing up from his seat to head into his bathroom without a word. The man is so quiet but it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable. You have a lot of trust in him and for a moment you wonder if you really should. All of his brothers turned out to be problematic in their own ways. What made Yoongi any different from them? It's because of Minjeong why you believe in the best of him and you're holding on to hope that he won't turn his back on you. So far so good, right?

You nod to yourself before looking towards the TV. You'll continue to trust him until for whatever the reason may be you can't anymore.

Yoongi finishes up in the bathroom and comes out with a sigh. "Here," he says. He hands you his phone. "Get what you want. I'll handle the rest."

You grab his phone and check through the menu. He's nice enough to order food for you and you feel like you can't deny his want to help you out. He's done enough so far: listening to you when you needed to be heard, comforting you, letting you stay with him until Hoseok comes back. You appreciate him. Truly you do.

Once you find something you hand him back his phone and he's quick to order what he wants as well.

"It won't be long," he says. "The Thai place is close by."

You hum. "Thank you."

Yoongi looks at you with a brow raised.

"For everything. You don't have to do any of the things that you're doing but you are and I appreciate it."

He shrugs. "It's nothing."

"No really." Your fingers play with the edge of the blanket. "I know I'm asking for a lot - wanting to escape and all of that but you're being very selfless."

He comes over to sit next to you on the bed. "Continue. You're doing wonders for my ego."

You can't help but laugh and it makes him smile. A smile that shows his gums and looks absolutely endearing on him.

He grows a little serious then as he speaks. "I don't mind helping. I feel like I have to make up for my brothers' faults in some way."

"It's not your responsibility though," you say.

"I know but someone has to do something and we both know it's not going to be Hoseok or any of the others."

Before you thought it would have been Namjoon but now you know that's a lie. It's just you, Yoongi, and Minjeong now. You don't know if you should feel sad or not about that.

Yoongi seems to notice your thoughts are straying from something positive because he questions you on it.

"What are you thinking about?"

Your eyes drift over to him for a moment. "Do you honestly want to know?"

He nods.

Sighing you sit up a little straighter. When did you hunch over so much? Like the weight of your thoughts are too heavy to bare.

"Namjoon."

Yoongi purses his lips as he takes a slow and even breath in before releasing it with his words.

"It's going to be hard getting over it but over time you will."

Your shoulders sag. "I wish things would have been different between us."

"In what way?"

"I wish I never fell for him. That we should have stayed as friends. Maybe then his lies wouldn't have hurt as much as they did."

"Either way you shouldn't let those type of thoughts consume you." He leans his weight onto his hand. "The more you let the what-ifs and "I shouldn't have/I should haves" bother you you'll never be able to heal. All it's going to do is ruin you and let Namjoon win."

Let Namjoon win... You don't want that to happen of course but a part of you just wants to wallow in self-pity even though you know you shouldn't.

"Have you ever had your heart broken?"

Yoongi continues to stare at you. "No but I imagine it doesn't feel good."

"It doesn't." You sigh. "I know you're right I'm just - it hurts is all."

He hums. "We should find a distraction then. For now at least until it hurts a little less."

Your brow raises in interest. "What kind of distraction?"

He stands up from his bed and walks over to the area where his equipment is set up. "I normally don't let anyone listen to my unfinished work but I think I can make one exception. For now at least."

He unplugs his headphones to bring his laptop over to the bed. On the screen are a series of things you can't bring yourself to understand but you know they must be related to music. You watch as Yoongi brings up a window filled with files labeled by numbers and he clicks on one of them. When it opens music begins to play.

It starts of with a slow beat accompanied by a rap that picks up speed a few seconds in. The lyrics talk about the extreme choices between what are truth and lies and you find yourself bopping your head along to it.

Yoongi doesn't say a word as you listen to it until the beat continues without the rap. Here he brings the music to a stop and looks at you.

"I don't have the rest of the rap written so it just stops there. Once I figure out what else I want I'll take the time to finish it."

"It's really really good," you say. "And I'm not just saying that because you're in front of me."

A small smile dances on the edge of his lips as a warm blush coats his cheeks. "There are other stuff too."

He clicks on another one and lets it play. One after another. Finished ones as well as incomplete ones.

You learn that Yoongi can both rap and sing even Jungkook who helps his older brother fill in as samples for his incompleted work. That way when he hands off his song to someone else they know what is expected of them. You also learn that DJing is just a small portion of what he can do. He enjoys making music for others to listen to and has done a variety of genres since he was teenager. Whatever genre there is Yoongi has done already and he has a discography made up of many of them from almost all the years of his life. You're heavily impressed and express that to him to which his cheeks grow pinker and the more he talks.

You realize Yoongi loves to talk about the things that make him happy. His voice level raises a bit as he talks more. It's endearing to watch and hear him grow happier by the second because he's talking about his first love: music. You wish there was something in your life that made you this excited to talk about. Maybe someday but for now you'll live vicariously through Yoongi.

"I'm amazed honestly," you say. "You sing, you rap, you play the piano and the guitar. You're a skilled producer that learned everything on his own. That's really impressive, Yoongi."

He gives a shy laugh as he closes the container from the food he ordered you two earlier. While you guys listened to his music you ate happily.

"I'm being serious. I really like your work."

"Thank you," he says with a smile.

He looks so shy but he's glowing with your praise. It makes you smile.

Yoongi gathers his flash drives with his music on them. They're there not because you went through every song on them but because he would grab one here and there to have you listen to specific songs. You're glad the two of you could bond this way as he was the only brother you haven't spent some time with. He showed you a side to himself you've never seen and it warms your heart to know he felt comfortable enough with you to show this side. He even admitted that he doesn't like showing his unfinished work but he did with you. You know it was to distract you from your glaring problem with Namjoon but you appreciate he did that nonetheless.

"I have more work in my study but that can be for another time."

Another time. Yeah, you'd like that.

"Thank you, Yoongi."

He hums in question with both brows raised.

"Thank you for keeping me distracted and for sharing your music with me. You didn't have to but you did and I appreciate it."

A small smile graces his lips as he shrugs. "It's no problem."

You mimic his smile with one of your own.

You enjoyed your time with him and not just because of your issue with Namjoon. For being the most sweetest of the brothers the two of you haven't really gotten to know each other. While he showed you his music he asked for your favorites. The topic then went to movies as you both talked about movie soundtracks. His passion for music made you feel inspired and you expressed that to which he gave you one of his endearing smiles. You talked on and on about music until it felt like there was nothing left about it to talk about.

Your time together was fun and you hope to end this nightmare of a day/night on a positive note because of him.

As he puts his things away you gather your trash from the food you ate and place them into the bag it came in.

"You don't have to do that." Yoongi says. "I can handle it."

"No no it's fine. I made a mess just as much as you did so let me help out."

He doesn't fight you on it and so you continue to clean up.

The sound from the TV accompanies you as you two work around each other. You don't even know what movie is playing right now but it doesn't really have your attention. Your conversation with Yoongi was your main form of entertainment.

Speaking of who, he turns to you after a minute and stares at you with an unreadable expression. You look up at him and raise your brows in question.

"Everything okay," you ask.

He licks his lips and nods. "I just... I'm going to try my best to get you out of here."

Your features soften at his words and something akin to warmth floods your chest. Happiness you think it is. Peace. Gratefulness.

You smile. "Thank you."

He gives you that half smile he oftentimes gives and it makes your own stretch until you show your teeth.

You know you have to give him time. You don't want to wait anymore than what you truly have to but these things take time. You have to wait for Minjeong to get back to you with the list of rehabs around her area and then formulate a plan to get out of here and how to head to her. Things Iike this don't happen overnight and so you'll wait. At least you have Yoongi on your side in this house. He's the breath of fresh air you've been needing to survive here. Hopefully until the very end.

[ze-maki-nin]

ʜᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ

N/A | Him, I love him and she makes me happy happy

Fandom | The Owl house

Reader | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your

Reaction | Simply some headcanons of hunter and reader (i hc that hunter is genderfluid)

he loves to simply sit in a room with you, in the quiet as the two of you work on your respective things

hell sit behind you and just cuddle into your shoulder when he's feeling tired, down, or simply needs some quiet time yet time with you

shes a tsuntsun and denies it the next day, but he did fall asleep on you and started sleep talking/mumbling about how much he loved you

they do sleep talk, well mumble, but yk

its mostly about you, how much he loves you and how much he doesn't deserve you, and yada yada

but we all know we don't deserve her, we don't deserve the cuteness he brings

he's not big on pda however holding hands or linking pinkies is more like it, but makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

it also reminds him that you're there and he can tell when you leave him, he's just a little softy who needs some attention

shes a little teaser when his confidence is boosted but just kiss his cheek or tease her back and they're a flustered mess lmao

he would do anything for you, no matter what

although he's still trying to prove himself to belos (icky man) he's now trying to prove himself to you as well!

she just wants you to be proud of the things she does, and things he has to do something big to do that

however, we all know we would be proud of them for simply breathing and eating

he can barely sleep without you in his arms, or feeling your arms around him

adding to the fact that he has insomnia and common nightmares its hard to get him asleep

but when he knows you're with him, he can fall asleep easier than normal

ofc there are still the nights when she can't sleep no matter what you do to help (which he appreciates) and he simply lays in bed with you

sometimes reading a book or maybe drawing something or writing

he finds a lot of his hobbies at night when he cant sleep and decides to try something

he finds drawing and writing as the best way to pass the time (besides reading but yk)

he can share it with you and get your praise and compliments and it makes him feel better about himself

she loves it when you run your hands through his hair, play with it, and scratch his scalp

he tries to not fall asleep on your lap/shoulder/stomach/etc but it usually happens anyways

its just the feeling of your fingers softly running across his head that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and makes his mind start to shut down

she also loves to be your model/taste tester/etc.

whether it be for your drawing, or him acting out your story, or her being a mannequin for you to make clothes, etc

hes just happy to help you however she can

i simply love him and get super excited to see him nd write about him and read about him and just him <333

them <33

her <333

hunter my baby <33

[broomsick]

Is it alright if I ask you for some guidance on connecting with the Norse pantheon? I'm entering into a really scary time in my life, grappling with going to college in the city despite being (up until now) a lifelong country bumpkin and possibly even moving out for the first time, all while being a timid autistic person with a terrible anxiety disorder.

Basically if there's ever a time I'd need the gods to be present in my life it's now, but I still struggle to feel connected with them sometimes. I still connect with them, I've had dreams where I talk with Odin and Thor and Freyr, but I can't say they're a completely consistent part of my life. Sometimes I even question if they're really protecting me, even though I know that's almost certainly the anxiety talking.

Is there anything you'd recommend doing to connect with the gods during a really stressful time? I have a very small and honestly not very impressive altar so maybe I should work to spruce that up more. Any guidance would be appreciated, sorry for bothering you 🙏 Thanks!

Hi there! First of all, I want to tell you that moving out is indeed scary, and it's very brave of you to consider moving so far! I definitely understand your situation, as I haved struggled with anxiety pretty much forever. Unfortunately, being a pagan with this sort of mental health challenge can bring about a lot of insecurity. And I find that sometimes, it can also make us feel disconnected from our spirituality. I don't think that this is something we can completely overcome. As a matter of fact, I find that it's better to ask yourself "why do I feel this way right now?", rather than say "I should be feeling this way, so why don't I?". What I learned with time is that our day-to-day circumstances affect our spirituality more than we think. For example, I often start to feel disconnected from my spiritual life when I've had a stressful week at work, or even just when I try too long and too hard to connect with the Gods. And on top of that, with social media being the way it is, people cant help but compare themselves with pagans who have more time and money on their hands. Now, I'm no expert on all things psychology, but I do know about spirituality. And I know that it comes and goes in waves: every single polytheist I've met experiences moments when they don't feel as connected to their Gods as they used to. Even those whose very career was tied to their spiritual practices. But those are not bad news! It only means that you have a healthy relationship with spirituality, and that you're not letting it overshadow the other important aspects of your life.

But more on the tips to stay connected to the Gods. What I know for certain is that sometimes, we have no control over how connected we feel to them. But there are a lot ways for you to keep them close to your heart. The first, in my opinion, is to make your spirituality into a safe and happy place. Find ways to make it fun! By listening to music that feels spiritual to you, writing down prayers or devotional poems when you’re inspired, wearing a piece of jewelry in their honor, making a Pinterest board into a little online shrine, drawing a rune or sigil which represents them on your skin, making art of the deities you love… In other words, don’t be afraid to mix your passions and your faith. No matter how “casual” it may feel! Sometimes, “casual” is what we can manage given our busy lives (which is why the size of your altar does not matter, it’s the love you pour into tending it that makes all the difference). It’s both perfectly normal and healthy. And if something about your practice/belief doesn’t feel right anymore, simply let go of it. Same goes if you don’t resonate with something that every other pagan seem to do.

Another tip I can give you is to simply try (don’t worry, I will elaborate). By this, I mean adopt simple gestures to honor them, even if there might not necessarily be a response. I find that this is especially important in moments when you struggle to feel the presence of your Gods. Leave them a small portion of your dinner every now and then. Do a little bit of research on this or that deity when you can. And if you’ve got the time, offer them a fruit, or a cup of coffee! Anything will do, no matter how small. Light a candle for them every night (routine helps a lot), and pray if you’ve got something on your mind. It’s normal not to see some sort of immediate response. But if you look around yourself during the day— if you look at the sunset on your way home from work, at the trees that rustle with the wind, or at the rain pouring outside your window—, and if you listen carefully to what people tell you, you might start to notice some signs. Recurring patterns and omens are a typical example of signs that a deity might send. It’s also fun to draw parallels between every day things and your deities. For example, to think of Freyr when you tend a cute new house plant. Or to pray to Skaði during a snowstorm! I have always loved “inviting” deities to witness certain events, so as to share the joy with them. I simply close my eyes, focus of the deity I want to call out to, and speak their name aloud, or murmur it. Actually, if you’re interested in this topic, I have written this post, which could be helpful to you!

Don’t be afraid to keep trying, that’s my most important tip. There’s really not much else we can do when we feel disconnected from our faith. Make your belief into something that feels right. Spirituality should be a happy place for you, and not a reason for worry. You deserve for your practice as a norse pagan to feel joyful and fulfilling. Above all, don’t force anything: these sorts of moments are inevitable. I’ve known them myself, and so has every other pagan. But things will get better soon, that I guarantee!

[maxiscoolongg]

"What! I cant do that!?"

💌; Chooch Bambalazi

Warnings: nothing really.

—♡—

We were at the lunch table and I was next to chooch they all ate so precisely it made my eye brows furrow. I continued to eat my food until they started talking "Hey Rodney, how you like the food?" Oliver asked catching my attention "Same as handleman. Except the shit on a shingles a little more tart" I had no clue what that fucking ment. "Hey ike, about tonight" Oliver wishpered "Shut up." He snapped "What's tonight?" Rodney questioned "Nothing. Nothings tonight." Ike said sounding angry "Hey! Ververgraerts okay." Oliver said to ike "What's going down here? You guys are going over the wall aren't you?" "No. They are going to kiss, what do you think" I said rolling my eyes "Shut up" ike said to both of us "Well, I wanna go to" Rodney said

Then it got cold again "son of a bitch.." I wishperd getting cold "Who are you?" Liceman asked Rodney "Rodney Ververgaert, sir" Rodney said "Ververgaert? With a v? Oh, yeah i have your dossierright here. Checked in last night" I pushed my food away not hungry I zoned out again and I looked back and liceman is gone I also zoned out on half of the guys covno and chooch started talking "Not that you guys mean anything to me, But you guys are gonna get caught mark my word." I nodded my head agreeing with chooch

—♡—

When we were almost done the day I was laying on my bed with my bra and shorts on until it got cold "You got a letter, girl" he said handing me it as he left I started to read it until the boys looked at me "What now!" I said to them "You sure you ain't comin' with us?" Oliver asked I shook my head "I'm with chooch yall bond to get caught" I said as they all left expect from chooch he came over to me sitting across fromt me "Who wrote?" "My ma" I said looking at him "What'd she say?" "You want me to read it?" I asked he grinned in response as I started to read

"Dear y/n.

No need to be sorry about what happened, Me and your dad were at a breaking point we knew it was going to happen . Are the sports fun? You gonna try out for any? I think you should., things are great at home its more fun without your dad, its not vold yet though i have a feeling it will be. I see the drawing! Hope you don't mind if I keep it, you've gotten better, Your old mam will be there try not to piss him off please?, Liceman is all the things above rude and cocky don't listen to him. Do you guys talk? He seems cool, see you soon!

Love Your ma."

I said smiling at the letter "Your mom seems nice" he said as I agreed "Yeah, shes not when she yells though." I said to him as I looked away he grabbed my waist "Whos the guy your mom was talkin' about" chooch said as rolled my eye's playfully "That's a secret" I said "Come on you can trust me" he said pulling me closer "Maybe" I said as he rolled his eyes with a grin "Come on" "Fine! But don't jugde me!" I said looking at him "Why would I?" "it's you" I wishpered "What?" "I said it's you" I said loud as he smirked "Knew it" he said as he kissed me.

We went to bed later and he went in his bed after he turned the lights off I asumed he went to sleep but I don't know

—♡—

"He wants what!" I yelled angryliy "He wants you and oilvers girlfriend" ike said as we were all in the bathroom "Well you better get those pictures back!" I yelled at them "We can't steal them. That could be wrong" "since when did you give a shit hash!" I said "would it be wrong to set fire to em'?" Rodney asked us "You know what I can't figure out? That son of a bitch knew when we were going, he even knew where the garage was. He knows EVERYTHING" Ike pointed out then I realized, it had to be chooch. "Y/N l/n " "Pray for me" I wishpered.

—♡

In class I kept hearing moaning all over I needed to plug my ears with something,

When we got to ballroom class I got partnerd with hash "You think it's chooch?" I wishpered "For sure, it would be after all he was the one listen to us" he said as we continued to dance.

When we were In the pool room I was sitting on the floor writing another letter not paying attention to but I know they were throwing chooch off the tracks. I only started to listen when chooch spoke up "why don't you take a hike, will you?" He said as I looked at the rest of the guys "Chooch is right, we don't wanna break curfew" Oliver said they stared talking then they left I stayed there I noticed chooch made a face realizing I didn't leave "You ain't going with em'?" He asked me as I shook my head "I know you didn't snitch," I said smiling "Plus why would I leave my boyfriend" I said walking to him as he put his arm around my waist smirking "your boyfriend huh?" He said teasingly "Mhm" I said giggling

"Who do think it is?" I asked him "Rodney" he said as I made a confused face "Why Rodney?" "You don't think it's weird that he came in close to when they guys were about to see candy?" He asked as I shrugged "true" i said smiling "I can find proof easily." He said as I looked confused "Just don't go to sleep tonight" he said as I giggled

—♡—

As I was laying in my bed the lights were off and I was about to fall asleep until I heard our door close I noticed that Rodney wasn't there but I saw chooch getting up "Chooch?" I said to him as he grabbed a empty tape "follow me" he said once we were changed we followed Rodney, we walked outside and ran after him. Then we saw Liceman fighting body bags. Then we saw Rodney he started yapping about OUR plan to Him, Chooch grabbed my hand and started leading me somewhere behind a pole Then I heard liceman say "What about holt girlfriend and y/n thought of any way of getting them for me?" That's when I moved a little and a body moved

Chooch grabbed to hats and put em' on us then grabbing me waist putting me against him, then after liceman did some stuff they went away and we booked it.

—♡—

The next day at lunch Rodney walked away that's when me and chooch made eye contact and nodded he moved to where Rodney once was they all got up "Wait a minute" chooch said "We got soccer practice" they said "Guys just sit down, come on this is serious!" I said to them they looked surprised at me taking his side "Hey look I don't care what you guys think of me... but I don't like being blamed for something I didn't do," "Fine! May we leave now!" Hash said as I pulled him down immediately "No." I said to him "just shut up and listen." Then he started playing the tape where Rodney was talking about our plan to liceman

"Sorry chooch we really thought it was you," Oliver said "Yeah man. We didn't know" ike said to him "Yes! And we better call off the plan for soccer practice" "That's right! Now listen up. If you don't want those pictures to be out-" "You gotta make sure Ververgaert doesn't know how your gonna do it." Chooch said continuing my sentence "you got any ideas chooch?" Oliver asked as me and chooch made eye contact "What does liceman want more then anything else?" Chooch asked us "My balls" "My soul" "my ass" "Your girl and y/n!" Ike said as I looked down then up "You got it! Now, liceman wouldn't recognize her if he saw her would he?" "No" "Ok so here's what you gotta do. Butch Academy is coming her for the big dance. You have to make sure Ververgaert doesn't know what we're gonna do" "Okay okay wait. Good plan! What about y/n?" Ike asked looking at me "He doesn't care he has seen me, he wants me which honestly is disgusting, so I don't gotta worry I only have to seduce him with candy"

[bridgyrose]

RWBY to their mentors after finding out about Salem

To think that I admired you, well I don't need your condescension I'm not a child to protect Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naïve to expect you To heed the morals you're purveying?

(While this could fit in volume 5, since we want mentors, I think this works better around volume 3. Enjoy.)

Ruby paused as she watched the sky darken as grimm swarmed over the kingdom. Her fingers twitched as she reached for her scythe, only to be stopped by her mother. “Mom, I can handle this-” 

“Dont worry about it,” Summer said as she watched the grimm. “This has to happen.” 

“What do you mean this has to happen?” 

“Salem will continue to attack like this until she’s able to claim her relic. We’ll continue to protect those we can, but only those who are close.” 

Ruby lowered her hand to her side as she watched the grimm, heart pounding as she knew what was going to be coming. “Salem? Who’s… who’s Salem? Why didnt you tell me about her?” 

Summer turned around to make her way back home. “You werent ready to hear about her. Now, let's go home and make sure Patch is ready-” 

“We cant go home!” Ruby said as she rushed in front of Summer. “We have to go help everyone! If Salem is as bad as you think, then we have to stop her!” 

“Ruby, this doesnt concern us. All we have to do is let this pass and keep our home safe.” 

Ruby pulled her scythe off her back and unfolded it, blade pointed at her mother. “Dont talk to me like I dont know what it means to be a huntress! I dont need you to protect me!” 

“This isnt about protecting you, its about keeping out of Ozpin’s schemes!” Summer sighed and put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “Ozpin’s brought this onto himself and this is his mess to deal with. We’ll keep our home safe and then we’ll help Vale once everything’s over.” 

“So all of that was a lie?” Ruby asked, arms shaking as she lowered her scythe. “For years, you’ve told me that being a huntress means helping those that cant help themselves, was I really that naive to expect you to follow the same thing you’ve been purveying to me? That all of those lessons were for nothing?” 

“Everything’s more complicated than that. When you’re older, you’ll see-” 

“I’m old enough to make my own decision!” Ruby yelled out as she folded her scythe, glancing out at the darkened sky and stepping away from Summer. “And I’m going to go help.” 

“Wait!” Summer reached out to grab her daughter, fingers slipping through a few rose petals as Ruby rushed off with her semblance. She grit her teeth for a moment, letting out a breath and a heavy sigh before chasing after Ruby. “Dammit, why cant you listen?” 

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Blake could only stand in shock and fear as she watched grimm swarm Beacon academy, no longer sure this was what she wanted. The SDC trains were one thing, but attacking students that hadnt done anything yet was a line she had never wanted to cross. Her ears twitched as she heard one of the students struggle against a beowolf, instinctively drawing her weapon and rushing at it, slicing through it with ease. She caught the look of fear in the student’s eyes. “Go.” 

The student scrambled up and rushed off. “Thank you!” 

“You should’ve killed them.” 

Blake turned around and froze as she saw Adam behind her, taking a quick step back. “A-Adam I-” 

“We are here to start a revolution, not to save them.” Adam pushed past Blake and started out to the campus, watching a few of the buildings burn as grimm ran rampant. “We can finally change how the world sees faunus and finally put ourselves on top like we deserve.” 

“Not… not like this.” 

Adam turned to face Blake, glaring under his mask. “What was that?” 

“Not like this!” Blake took another step back, hand shaking as she held her blade tightly. “What happened to caring about what happened to our people? We’re throwing everyone to die just to destroy an academy, and for what? For a revolution that doesnt need to happen?” 

“You dont understand, this revolution will end in our favor with the help that I’ve secured.” 

Blake felt her heart stop as she watched Adam’s frown turn into a smirk as he held his hand out to her. “Roman…” 

“Roman is nothing but a necessary partnership. As long as we fulfill our end and bring Beacon to it’s knees, Cinder will let her mistress know our worth to their cause and then she’ll back up our cause and we can put humans under us like they deserve to be.” 

Blake lowered her weapon as she listened to Adam, legs shaking as her heart pounded in her  chest. “You… you never cared, did you?” 

“Of course I cared, but I became tired of being pushed around and treated like a monster. I’m only doing what I have to to make sure faunus never have to be mistreated again.” 

Blake winced as she saw the brand under Adam’s mask as he removed it. This wasnt what she wanted when she followed him, and yet, this is exactly where she was led by everything he told her. She removed her own mask, then sheathed her weapon. “Everything was a lie, wasnt it? All those times I was naive to believe there wasnt a choice when we had to kill someone.” 

Adam lowered his hand and put his mask back on. “You want to leave, dont you?” 

Before she could answer, Blake jumped back as she felt the tip of Adam’s blade scratch at her arm, tripping over a fallen beam and falling back. She froze as she watched Adam stand over her, blade held above her. 

“I wont let you leave.” 

Blake reached up to block the sword as it came down on her, using her semblance to leave a shadow clone to take the hit while she scrambled up and started to run through the falling academy. All she could see was the destruction and death, grimm going after panicking citizens while students tried to defend them. Finally, she made her way into the forest, panting as she looked back towards the school. She dropped her mask to the ground as she walked away once more, regretting everything she’d done.

[crushingcasanova]

Hi there :) I’m so sorry for my late response , things have been pretty freakin hectic .. i am here now , don’t worry :)

listening to you talk about theatre is so … mesmerizing. i love listening to people in general but .. its just so fun listening to you talking about that knowing how deeply you care about it. how its part of your life. im just sorta enamored（≧∇≦）

i agree , i absolutely adore fine arts. i just can’t get into anything else. its so awesome that you make jewelry!! ive been trying to get fully into it , but i cant seem to find the exact beads i need. but trust when i do .. its gonna be awesome. i do a lot of arts and crafts , and I really adore coloring. ive tried drawing but .. im so terrible , and i just hate being bad at things.

i definitely would say that i love people’s flaws .. usually those things are my favorite things about them ^^ but at the same time , i tend to get myself into bad relationships , then stay because “i can fix it! we will be fine and in love because ill help them!!” i bet you can guess how that turns out .. </3 i also agree that in most situations .. i don’t like to reach out , even if in my heart I do want to. i get nervous , and at times feel like if I didn’t reach out , no one would talk to me .. so i self isolate. im glad that im welcome here .. even if im kinda jsut like , a random person that doesn’t matter and is just yapping … </3

ughhh repurposing is so nice and so fun .. it makes you feel like you’re worth something , yk , giving an old piece a new home. its so rewarding. thrifting and antiquing is always rewarding , because almost every time i go , i find something. i almost never leave one of those stores empty handed .. (im also a shopaholic so ..) but its awesome that you do resin work !! is that calming ??

thank you so much for your kind words , i did get a good amount of sleep last night <333333 i have a few questions :)

what’s your fashion sense?

do you have any pets?

that’s it. thank you so much for letting me be here , hun !!

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Hello Cheshire <3 I quite missed you, so I was really happy to see you in my inbox again! I hope you've been well, dearie :) I know you mentioned it was hectic, so I hope you get a moment to relax!

I'm very honored that you like to hear me talk about theater! It's one of my biggest passions, honestly, because I adore being on the stage. I'd love to hear some of your favorite musical takes too, if you ever would like to share. I've always been into deep analysis, and I've done a lot for the Phantom and the Great Gatsby in particular :) I was lucky enough to see these before they closed, too, so I like to comment on the staging and the acting from the amazing actors who played my favorites. It also is a big inspiration for a lot of my writing, like this Great Gatsby one I did a while back about the beauty of Gatsby's obsession :) I hope you get those beads soon! I just started working with beaded jewelry a while back, and I make these kind of big pieces for some of my friends. I gifted my beloved a set inspired by them a while back and mailed it to them, and I'm planning to make some for my friends this year. I am sure you're not as bad at drawing as you say, but I think I completely understand the thought behind it. That's why I'm not really a fan of math, since I can never get better at it ... but I'm trying :) coloring is fun too, though! I completely understand self isolation, I used to be like that but I've changed a lot :) my beloved really stressed the importance of communication and taught me how to be more vulnerable and open up, but it's been an uphill battle. I don't think you're a random person who doesn't matter, dear! You bring a smile to my face with your messages, and it means a lot to know you care enough to talk to me too :) I agree with repurposing things :D It is lovely to give them their own home, I agree. It's kind of cute that you think of it like that :) I also am a bit of a shopaholic too, but I'm quite picky, so I usually leave empty handed. My resin work is quite fun! I would say it's a bit relaxing, but only at certain points in the process. The designing and the unmolding is fun, but not the pouring, because it starts to solidify quickly. You have to work quickly and then let it cure overnight if it's not UV resin. It can get a bit stressful As for your questions:

My fashion style is very cutesy, I'd say! A lot of skirts and sweaters, I usually don't wear jeans or other forms of pants very much to be honest. I wear a lot of pinks, blacks, purples, etc. I also am a big jewelry wearer, so I have a lot of that, and I usually am kind of maximalist when it comes to outfits. I also always have cute matching purses when possible :) I used to be a bit more like, hot topic emo style when I was younger, and I still shop there, but definitely less. I also wear a lot of dresses! I'm very hyperfeminine, I'd say, at least fashion wise. I think there are some pics somewhere on this blog, that I did for a follower special, or maybe some in love letter? Not sure! How do you like to dress?

I also do have a pet! I have a little black dog named stella :) she's a little cute miniature schnauzer mix! Do you have any pets, dear?

I hope this finds you well! I was so excited to answer this, sorry it took me a minute! Definitely took me a while to yap ^^;

[marunalu]

God I hope i don't start something by asking but i just needed to get this off my chest, and i am kinda curious about how you feel. But how would you feel if hisashi midoriya is just some guy and not afo? Like there is nothing special about him.

I would be pretty dissapointed honestly, but its not the end of the word if it doesnt happen. Some anti dfo people who attacked me in my inbox really seem to believe I will have an breakdown and cry for days or even kill myself if its not canon. Its just an fun theory I like to talk about with others in my free time. Dfo is already to big and popular it doesnt matter anymore if its canon or not. People will still write dfo fanfictions and draw fanart! And Im actually pretty good in ignoring canon (there are no star wars sequels for example 🤣).

That being said Im absolutely not worried at all. Im still sure its canon! If for some reason its not, then its not. My life will go on. It was still fun to talk about it with follow dfo fans. It was still fun to read fanfictions and see the fanarts of talented people. And lets say for a moment afo really isnt hisashi, I still dont believe izukus father is just "some guy", because hori already debunked that long ago. He made clear "hisashi will be revealed" not "hisashi will be introduced". "Revealing" him means its somebody we already met, but we didnt know at that time. When he was asked about if hisashi will play an important role in the manga he answered with "sorry, but that is to much of an spoiler. Lets just say, you WONT be dissapointed."

Turning izukus father into a normal office guy would be the biggest dissapointment of shonen manga history after that statement and all the mystery about him. Fact is hori confirmed that he cant give information about hisashi, because its to big of an spoiler. And he said readers wont be dissapointed. Its somebody we know. Hisashi works overseas - afo hided the last 6 years overseas in america. Izuku never mentions him as if his memorys about him are completly wiped from his brain.

Its him! Nobody else makes any kind of sense at this point with all the hints. People are just worried we wont get an reveal, because he just turned into a child. Im pretty sure the dfo reveal will not be a copy of vaders "Im your father!" Hori needs to come up with something else, if he doesnt want people to make fun of him.

And Im still font of my "the afo we see here is a clone/copy of the real one who still chills his life in america and as soon as fake afo is dead, hisashi will return home all of a sudden, have a nice family dinner with inko and izuku and the only confirmation that he is afo we will ever get is a short glimpse of the holes in his hands" crack theory! 🤣🤣🤣

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

YOU. YOU. i've been wanting to send this ask for ages but even though i DID see it, i straight up deleted my tumblr blog about two weeks before you made that gsa poster (which i actively want to hang on my wall) and i am slamming my fists against the bathroom sink. because i waited this long to come back and i NEED to talk about this symbolism.

i want to say everyone's eyes being closed except for mk has something to do with metaphorical blindness but DAMNIT i don't know any of your gsa lore. i also cant place why everyone except mk is reaching for stars but i imagine by now it has something to do with mk being an outlier from the rest of them in some way because his positioning is just so distinct from the others when we combine these two elements. also. arthur is up to something and i am like 70% sure that cape has something to do with galacta knight because "purple feathers" is too hyper-specific of a thing to include just because. as the world's biggest arthur liker i could hypothesize about this all day but i know i'd probably be wrong so for now i am just Scared because the combination of the feathers and the expression is giving me lots of vibes and im not sure how to feel about them. you objectively draw dragato's ponytail better than basically everyone /j. send ask.

SUCH AN ENTHUIASTIC RESPONSE TO MY ART MADE ME SOOOO HAPPY, FIRST OF ALL!!!! Auuuughhh this ask made my day bc i didnt think anyone cared about the GSA symbolism LMAOOOO The way you have read into the poses ESPECIALLY the closed eyes and reaching for the stars... Meta Knight was a extremely intenional outlier. He is the only one with his eyes open, he isnt reaching for the stars, because he wears the stars on his sleve and has stars in his eyes; he needs his hands to hold his sword, and whereas the others are floating dreamily, Meta takes a solid stance. He is a very intentional outlier indeed. Not to mention his opposing placement from Sir Arthur. Whom you have made some verrrrry interesting observations about :) Does the four point star on his helm and the light purple cape of feathers mean anything? :) Whos to say really, but you can trust your beloved GSA leader to fight for you. If you fight for him. He is the second most grounded character as far as posing goes, Yet he still has the dream-like quality to his movements. He is reaching for a star and yet he also wears the stars like he wears his feathered cape. Is he actually asleep like the rest of the GSA? Why would he be faking it? Fun fact! Originally the caption was going to be something along the lines of "Star Warriors dream with our eyes closed". Also i listened to This Song often while drawing this.

This is a side note, but by chance were you the person who sent a request months and months ago to see the rest of my GSA designs? The ask dissapeared but the request was filled :D months later :D