#i don't want to call this irony or sarcasm

[solarkness]

You say that but the existence of blood donations PROVES a significant portion of people want to have their blood sucked. They even settle for worse blood sucking alternatives! Why would you project a desire to not be bloodsucked onto all those poor people? :(((

i love when people on here well be like “who DOESN’T want their blood to get sucked ? 🤨” well i hate to break it to you but the average person does not, in fact, want to have their blood get sucked. statistically there is a large amount of people who do not want this to occur. this is shocking and appalling, i know. the world is full of unsettling things

[crispycreambacon]

Maybe I am autistic.......

[silent-stories]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Summary: Astarion fears that he is forcing you to spend the rest of your life in darkness.

Astarion was lying on the bed, next to you, his eyes were staring at an indefinite point on the ceiling and between his eyebrows there were a few more wrinkles, as if he was intensely thinking.

The inn room was comfortable, clean, and scented with lavender. It was nice to finally be able to spend a few days of peace after Cazador's death and sleep in a real bed, next to someone you loved.

You looked at his profile, the curve of his lips, the white curls on the pillow and some falling onto his forehead, the way his chest remained completely still, devoid of a beating heart and air in his lungs.

His ruby ​​eyes looked darker now that they were no longer in daylight and you found yourself thinking that you already missed the way they sparkled when hit by the sun's rays.

You glanced at the window in the room, the curtains were drawn so as not to let in the slightest bit of light, obviously. Ever since Astarion went back to not being able to be in the sunlight, you were always careful about that.

"Is something bothering you, Star?"

You already knew the answer, you knew him, but you didn't want to force any explanation.

"Don't you think you made the wrong choice?" He responded with another question, his voice low.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think I am the wrong choice?" He continued speaking without looking at you, his pale hands lying one on his stomach and one on his side. You wanted to grab one, kiss his knuckles and play with his fingers in that way that always made him laugh no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

You decided against it only because he seemed so deep in his thoughts that a sudden touch would start him. You knew that some types of physical contact were still new to him.

"Star-"

"I feel like I'm forcing you to spend the rest of your life in the dark, hiding."

"You're not forcing me, it was my decision to stay with you."

"This is exactly why I ask you: don't you think you made the wrong decision?"

"You will never be-"

He interrupted you.

"I want you to know that if at any moment you realize that this is not the life you want to live, that you are tired of hiding from the sun, I will understand.

And although I may never be ready to let you go, I will, because you deserve to live. You deserve to walk among people, village festivals, going through the markets, you deserve the sun's rays kissing your skin. And I don't want to deprive you of what you deserve, my love. I can't deprive you of living."

The way he spoke and the sincerity in his voice, devoid of any hint of sarcasm and irony, struck you in a way you couldn't quite place and left you speechless.

He was telling you to leave him for your own good.

"As much as I would like to have you next to me for eternity, I find it a too selfish idea. Even for me." He continued, "So I'm telling you, if one day I won't find you lying in bed next to me, don't feel guilty for running away from someone who was limiting you, who was forcing you into the darkness when you wanted to see the world.

I'll understand it. I won't lie and say I won't spend the rest of my days trying in vain to fill the void you left in me, but that won't change my mind. You deserve to live, my love. Not to hide."

He was saying you could go, even though it would cause him pain. That it was more important to know you were happy with someone else than unhappy with him. You wondered if there was a greater sign of love than this.

"My star."

The way you called him, maybe stirred something in him. He turned his head towards you and his gaze finally met yours, his red eyes were big, sad and full of affection.

“I would rather spend the rest of my life in the darkness with you than in the daylight with someone else.”

He slowly moved his body towards you, his hand gently brushing your hip and so you reached out to trace his features with your fingertips, brushing a curl away from his forehead.

You kept talking.

"The world is still alive when the sun goes down, we can go out and live with it. We can see how the moon reflects on the waves of the sea and on the surface of the lakes, we can walk in the woods that only we know, we can try to count the stars and invent new constellations."

His grip around you became firmer but still extremely gentle as he pushed you closer to his body. You put your arms around him in the same way and with your hand you caressed his back, aware that under the light fabric of his shirt, the scars of his past stood out on his skin.

You remembered the day he told you that it was okay, when you touched them, that they hadn't caused him physical pain in years and that, when he felt the tips of your fingers run gently over them, it was as if they were healing for a second time.

"I don't care what we do, as long as we're together. I'm not interested in running away from you because I don't want anyone else. You won't find my side of the bed empty one day, because that's the only place I want to be. You didn't force me to do anything, Star, it was my decision to be with you. And it will be my decision to stay with you every day to follow."

There was a moment of silence, then his lips curved into a slight smile. Almost invisible, but enough to show the tips of his white canines.

“You have always been so stubborn.” He murmured before leaving a kiss on your forehead. It was light and sweet and made you giggle.

"I think you like that."

"Just a bit."

"Just a bit?" You asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Mh-mh."

"Now don't you try to tell me that-"

When his cold lips met yours, you couldn't finish your sentence. The kiss was sweet, full of meaning and slower than usual.

Because in the end, you had all the time.

Because you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.

[shadyteacup]

Hi, I wan't sure if ur requests are open but if they are can u do a dazai x femreader angst where dazai wants to breakup and the reader just basically goes: Oh okay :D door's that way.

Totally ok if u can't tho

Have a great day :D

Hey! I don't even know if they're open, tbh.. I just write whenever I feel like it, and appreciate the asks! They motivate me to start writing :3

Boy-Bye

Dazai x fem!Reader

Dazai sighed as he sipped his coffee. It seemed so bland. The temperature had gone cold enough for him to want to dump it in the sink. The more he tried to drink it, the more he felt nauseous. The irony? He once loved this coffee. He swore by it. Even bragged about how amazing it is to his coworkers at the ADA.

But now, he couldn’t bring himself to drink even a sip.

Maybe it was the person who made it that got him to like it back then. 

Or maybe, it was this same person who made him dislike it now.

He gazed up from the edge of the cup and saw you, sitting across the glass table, sipping your own cup. How could you bring yourself to drink that?

He watched you read the journal, focussed and unknown to his bitter thoughts.

“Y/n.”, he said, trying to get your attention.

You didn’t respond, only shifting your head slightly in his direction.

“Y/n.”

You hummed then, looking for a pen to mark the sentence you were at.

“Y/n.”

You sighed now, looking up. You could find that part again later.

“Yes, love?”

Dazai cringed at your words. A few days ago, he would’ve beamed at the thought of you calling him your ‘love’. But now, it just seemed fake.

Not on your end though, you meant it. He just didn’t love you anymore. He wondered if he ever loved you, or if it was some sick infatuation simply because he was bored.

“Let’s break up.”, he said, making you pause mid sip.

“What?”, you asked, bewildered.

He remained stoic, unmoving, as he said, “You heard me. Let’s break up.”

You slowly kept the cup down, and nodded.

“Okay. Let’s.”

He blinked, confused. You finally found that pen, hidden away under the napkins. He watched as you continued to mark words on the journal, flipping through the many pages to read a different part.

“That’s it?”, he scoffed.

You looked up again, confused.

“What’s it?”

“That’s it? You’re okay with breaking up? Just like that?”, he asked, offended.

“Why’re you getting worked up?”, you asked, bemused.

“Did you even love me? Or was this just a sick game to you?”, he asked, a scornful look on his face.

“Are you mentally okay?”, you asked, genuinely worried.

“You broke up with me. So why are you mad?”

He laughed bitterly, slamming his hands on the table.

“That’s it then? You’re okay to just break up? And now you’re turning it on me? Really?!”

You blinked at him, and said slowly, “Are you not understanding? You, broke up, with me. You did. Not me.”

He scoffed, offended at how you seemed so unbothered. “You’re disgusting.”

"Were you having an affair? Were you cheating on me?"

You scrunched your brows, baffled at his accusations.

"What's gotten into you?"

He laughed, feeling sick.

"How are you so calm then, huh? You wouldn't be so calm and so 'okay' with this if you were faithful!"

Dazai hated every moment of this. He couldn't accept the fact that he didn't matter to you. Just as you didn't matter to him. Or so he thought.

Why aren't you begging him to stay? Why are being so nonchalant about this?

You scoffed, "Do I have to be having an affair to not react calmly?"

You stared at him then, enjoying how speechless he was.

“Well, what did you expect? For me to beg?”

You looked at him, bewildered.

“So, what, you want me to just leave?”, he asked, hating how you could see right through him.

You couldn’t help the sarcasm flooding to your mouth, ready to crush his ego further.

“Well, what did you expect, that we cuddle?”

Offended beyond repair, he got up and aggressively grabbed his coat, making a point to brush against your shoulder before walking out the door.

You cringed at how the door slammed behind him, making a mental note to change the locks by tomorrow.

[saturnbellfromhell]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS III

Hi everybody, I want to apologize that I haven't been so active lately. The "Energy Series" will drop this week, so stay tuned! Today is just a simple astro observations, since everybody loves them so much! Hope all is good, take care and let's get into the observations!

🟫SCORPIO DOMINANT WOMEN

I find them more intimidating then the men, not going to lie. I've also seen this with girls/women who are Mars dominant aswell. They are so sure of themselves and you never know their next move. They are beautifully scary, always have the upper hand and can see sex as a healing tool.

🟫SAGITTARIUS SUN

They are the masters at sarcasm and irony, they can seem a bit mean to some because they are always ready to tease others. The cliche thing about them that I can confirm is that they do love to travel and get away. They are really witty and humorous.

🟫GEMINI VENUS

Sorry if this is going to rub some people the wrong way, but I really don't like this placement. These individuals are too shallow in love for me. One day they'll be upset about a hookup and after a week they'll be sleeping with their ex and texting 10 other people. They are really good in the bedroom though and you need to be an intellectual individual to impress them. I've also noticed they get into a relationship quickly and they move quickly if they like you. Of course it helps if their is more water in the chart to balance it out. The only people I've met who married twice were Gemini Venuses.

🟫LEO LILITH

They are really easy to offend if you comment on their looks, it's kinda funny in a way because they look really good? They can be the ones that work out because they "have to", not because they like it as much. They really crave and live off attention, but deny it to the grave. This attention seeking can come from saying outlandish shit, aggressive behavior or just acting like a fool. They have a huge ego that can crumble really easily.

🟫MOON IN THE 8TH HOUSE

Thes people can be either a really healing and quite person, who learned the hard parts in life at a young age and want to help others overcome their fears and insecurities or can be the most triggering people ever. If they don't balance out their energy and work on themselves their dark aura literally eats them up. They can become addicted to drugs, alcohol and sex if a major shift happens in their life. They are the one's to use everything to try and escape reality and try to forget, but will dig a deeper ditch for themselves. They truly need good people around them to influence them for the better.

🟫MARS IN THE 7TH HOUSE

This one is a tricky one. The 7th house is the  house of partnerships, where Libra rules. By ruling this house, the scale and judge archetype try to balance out energies. Libra also can be called "codependent" since it needs two sides to function, putting Mars here makes them a very dominant person in relationship and wants an active partner to do things with. They also find it hard to stay in relationships and crave independence. It can also bring marriage in a later time in life! I've also noticed that this placement can also breed stalkerish personas, even more if Saturn is in this house or the ruler of your ascendant.

🟫MOON IN THE 12TH HOUSE

I absolutely love taking about this placement, not going to lie. Moon in the 12th house native have a very intense relationship with their mom, they are really close with them. It's also a possibility that their mother also has a Moon in the 12th house also. This placement breeds a different type of person who is very cautious around others, is semi psychic and the only people that get them are others who have this placement. Feelings that these people get are very intense and they can sense when someone is acting out of order.

🟫FIRE VENUSES

What I've found that the all have is this big heart and drive to love. I've never met  a fire Venus who is "scared" of falling in love, showing their romantic side and being sweet to their partner tbh. They will go to great lengths to let you know how they feel. The problem arises if they get bored, kinda like air Venuses. They don't want that "stable" relationship. It has to be full of life and energy, passion and pure emotion. They're not big on being heartbroken, because they know their worth and just move on with grace.

🟫CAPRICORN DOMINANT

Yes they can be looked at being "cold" and emotionless, but they just really value their time. I mean, this sign is ruled by Saturn, the planet of residence, restriction and TIME. They don't play around. Capricorn dominant people won't say it, but love being pampered by their significant other. They are such princesses in that manner. Even though they are big pleasers, they love to get it back.

🟫EROS IN CANCER

I mean they love a motherly figure in love, someone who takes care of them, asks if they ate and such. Also they don't like to go out, just like any cancer. But what I've noticed they really enjoy people who have an Eros in an air sign. Ya, they maybe won't date them but are really fascinated and intrigued with them.

🟫LILITH IN 9TH HOUSE

They can become really involved in getting their point across, being it in a philosophical, religious or just plain subjective way. This placement is known to have parents who are strict with their opinions or maybe grew up in a city with really closed off/radical people who's views can be considered "wrong". They were always left out for voicing their own opinion, which was different. This placement can be a placement which cult leaders have, since they have such strong opinions.  This paried with a Virgo North Node, Plutonian and/or Aqurian energy is scary as hell.

🟫PISCES MOON

Yes, I do love them but it's so difficult to u understand what they're feeling, because even they don't know. My very close friend is a Pisces Moon and he never talks deep about how he feels unless he's a little drunk.

🟫LILITH IN SCORPIO

I wrote back on a comment to which men are really attracted to a Lilith Scopios, so I'll write it here. Men with heavy water placements, Lilith in the 1st/8th house and Pluto dominant men. I've heard many say having sex with them is an  unforgettable experience. Lilith in Scorpio women love a Cancer sun/moon, that's a fact!

🟫SATURN IN THE 8TH HOUSE

Yep this can indicate a longer life than usual, but also having such a gloomy planet in a gloomier house has it's downs. They really need to work on letting things go. They can be very rigid and stressed most days.

🟫VIRGO RISING

Many Virgo risings I've met have naturally blonde or light hair, especially men.

xoxo N.K

[aayakashii]

“Favorite movie.” Ren asks, staring at his cellphone's screen instead of you.

You purse your lips, thinking about it for a second, before coming up with your answer.

“Frances Ha.”

He scoffs.

“Frances what? Is this one of those cult french movies? Are you trying to sound intellectual right now? Be for real.”

You roll your eyes and look up from your own phone, where you were writing Ren's own answers to the 20 questions game you were forcing him to play.

Haru had almost begged you to try and actually become Ren's friend, just like a concerned father with a problem child. How could you possibly say no to one of the few people who liked you?

Ren isn't a problem child, though. He's just incredibly, terribly, horribly annoying.

“It's not a cult movie. Maybe if you didn't watch only B-horror movies, you'd know about it” you stick out your tongue and flip your middle finger at him.

The “Become friends with Ren” plan was going great.

“Oh yeah? Then tell me about it and I'll be the judge of whether or not it's worth watching.” he flips his own middle finger back at you and then grabs a chip from the ridiculously big bowl of snacks you had prepared for the game. You were pretty sure you had depleted Darkwick's stock of chips just to be sure you had at least one type Ren would like.

Hey, no one could ever say you'd ever half-ass a mission after all. Maybe Leo could. But he doesn't count.

“Since when are you the judge of whether or not movies are good? You'd give Rubber an Oscar if you could.”

Ren gasps at the mention of that movie, almost choking with the handful of chips he had stuffed in his mouth.

“You know Rubber?!” he mumbles almost incoherently in between chews.

“The horror movie about a freaking homicidal car tire? Yeah, Ren, I think everyone knows about that movie because it's basically a meme… You're the only one that takes it seriously” you sigh, shaking your head. Why weren't you surprised that he knew and liked that abomination. What was wrong with him. God.

He sneers at you, shrugging.

“You just don't get the irony of it. The sarcasm! And you also can't appreciate the special effects, okay? Don't blame me just because you're a close minded uncultured human.”

You groan loudly.

“Oh goooood, before you try to fight for that movie's honor, can we please continue the game?” you say, exasperated.

“Not before you tell me why you like the cult french movie.” he puts his phone on the table face down and dramatically crosses his arms, adamant about continuing on the same topic. Suddenly you could understand why Towa called him Wolfsbane.

“It's not french!” you sigh “Fine, what do you want to know?”

Ren hums in thought for a moment, tapping his chin with his index finger.

“Why do you like it?” he finally asks, and you widen your eyes.

You weren't actually expecting him to ask why you liked the movie. You thought he'd ask about the plot or the cast or the cinematography, but not about your personal connection to it. Maybe it was just a whim or pure and random curiosity, but you still grab that and run with the idea that he is finally warming up to you and getting interested in knowing about his new “friend”. Haru would probably accept that as a sign too.

“I… relate to the main character, I think. She's, uh. Messy, has a hard time with relationships and all that.” you try to answer, avoiding his gaze and scratching your head. How much could you share with him, truly? Does he REALLY want you to step on a soap box and tell all of the reasons why you like the movie and why you relate to the main character? You hardly see Ren as someone who likes emotional or deep things if his disdain for cult movies is anything to go by. So you just say the bare minimum.

Ren deadpans.

“Wow, you gave me so much information to work with right now.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You roll your eyes.

“Do you really want to know why I like it?”

“Well, yeah? That's why I asked?” Ren raises an eyebrow.

Huh. Okay, I guess. Here goes nothing, you think.

“Okay. There's this monologue in which she talks about what she wants from love.”

Ren groans, loud and dramatic, slapping his own forehead.

“Nooooooo! Not the cheesy shit!”

You shush him, getting flustered in spite of yourself.

“Goddammit Ren, I KNEW you'd act like this! But you asked! Now let me finish!” you croak, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes.

“She says she wants to love someone in such a way that... when her eyes meet the eyes of that person, even if they're distant or in a crowd, they know they have something special. Like there's a whole secret world between them. Then she would know that that is her person in this life.”

You pause for a moment.

“And in the end, you find out that this special person, for her, is actually her best friend! I like this idea, you know. This depiction of- of love. And that's… uh, that's it.” you finish, clearing your throat and getting more embarrassed with every word you said.

Ren stares at you in silence for a long while after you finish.

“Well?” you ask, anxiously.

He stretches his arms wide, elbows and shoulders popping after being hunched over the table for so long, and then leans back on his chair, folding his hands in front of him.

“Well. It is some cheesy shit after all.” Ren says, flatly.

And then he starts laughing.

Ohhhh, this JERK. You spilled your most personal thoughts about your favorite movie right in front of him and he had THE GALL to laugh and mock you!

You grab a handful of chips and quickly throw them at him. He shields himself with his hands, still laughing.

“Hey! That's harassment! Abuse of power!” He says in between his laughs. “I'll call Ritsu! I'll sue you! I have a case against you!”

“You're insufferable!” you yell, cheeks tingling with embarrassment, and you hide your mouth with your hands to keep him from seeing the small smile that was appearing on your lips at the sound of his laugh.

Right as you were going to grab another handful of chips to throw at him, the entrance door slams open, and Haru saunters in. The red head gasps loudly at the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Ohhh, will you look at that! Ren laughing! Now that's a sight for sore eyes!” Haru says, voice brimming with joy.

“Ugh… The creep is back” Ren quickly morphs back into his gloomy mood like his happy switch had been turned off at the mere sight of Jabberwock's captain.

He grabs his phone, putting it inside his pocket, before grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl.

“Wait, you're leaving? We barely started the game!” you protest, picking up the chips that had fallen to the ground during your "attack".

“Yeah, he ruined the mood, obviously” Ren says, rolling his eyes and quickly making way to the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Awww, don't be shy to interact with your friend, Ren!” Haru says, blatantly winking at you at the word ‘friend’.

Ren only grumbles a complaint, to which Haru just sighs and shakes his head. He turns to you, immediately changing the subject to some errand he would love to get some help since his dorm mates definitely weren't going to fulfill their responsibilities at all and how you are the only one he can trust.

As Haru goes on and on about how you'd be a lifesaver if you just lent him a hand for a moment, your eyes flit towards the top of the stairs.

Ren was slowly dragging his feet through the last steps, lazily looking down at where you were standing.

Your eyes meet despite the distance between you two and, even though he blushes, startled, when you meet his stare, he sustains your gaze.

You smile.

Get it? Get it? Please tell me you got the end

Anyway here's the monologue mentioned in this fic! Frances Ha isn't my favorite movie but I love it deeply <3 wrote this on a whim because there's barely any Ren love here! I know he's this close 🤏 to being an incel but we can fix him 😔

[coquettemouse]

Leo picks up the small Barbie backpack, its fabric adorned with stickers along the sides. A brief smile crosses his face as he glances at his husband, who is gently tying Jimena's shoelaces. The little girl’s hair has been neatly combed away from her eyes, pink clips covering her head like a crown.

Valdez turns back around and grabs the door handle, pulling it open with a playful grin. "You guys better hurry up, or I’m going to lea—" His voice cuts off abruptly, the teasing tone disappearing as his smile fades. Something outside has caught his attention, and the shift in his demeanor is unmistakable. His grip on the door tightens, and for a moment, the lighthearted atmosphere shifts, leaving an unsettling silence in its place.

"Dear?" Jason calls out, pulling his daughter sleeves up as he frown, glancing briefly at his man "Leo? What's going on?"

Leo glances back at Jason and their daughter, his expression unreadable. He hesitates for a split second, then turns his gaze forward again. "Just a minute," he mutters, his voice unusually serious. Without waiting for a response, he steps outside and quietly pulls the door shut behind him.

Jimena's brow furrows in confusion as she looks up at her father, her small voice barely above a whisper. "Daddy, where's Papa going?" Jason, still crouched beside her, ties the final knot on her shoelace, his eyes lingering on the closed door, sensing that something is off. "Papa is taking care of something, don't worry" he mutter and smiles at her.

Leo lifts his chin, staring directly at the woman before him. Gods are always unmistakable, no matter the form they take. Her olive-brown skin glows under the faint light, while thick, wavy hair cascades down her back like the night itself. But it’s her eyes that stand out—rigid, unwavering, like polished obsidian. They don’t pull you in; they hold you in place, sharp and unyielding, radiating authority that leaves no room for defiance. Her expression is one of absolute control, the face of someone who doesn’t just rule the world but commands it with an iron will.

"Long time no see, Hera," Leo says, his voice firm, though the weight of her presence presses against him like a force of nature. "What do I owe your presence to?" The man continues, a subtle edge of sarcasm creeping into his voice. He stands tall, refusing to let her overpower him with her sheer presence.

"I want to see my granddaughter," Hera replies smoothly, her voice calm but laced with the unmistakable weight of a command.

Leo lets out a bitter laugh, one that echoes with years of tension. "Your granddaughter?" His eyes narrow, the irony deepening. "Funny, I don’t recall you ever caring about family unless it served your own purposes." The words hang heavy in the air, challenging, daring Hera to respond.

"What?" Hera's voice drops, her eyebrows knitting together in displeasure. "Watch the tone you use with me, child of Hephaestus." Her words carry the weight of her authority, each one a warning. "Regardless of what you think, she is still my granddaughter."

Leo’s smile is sarcastic, defiant. "She is not your granddaughter," he replies evenly, his eyes locked on hers. "Never was, and never will be." His words are deliberate, slicing through the air between them. He stands firm, unflinching, as the tension builds, a storm gathering between mortal and god.

"Get out of the way. I'm going to see her, whether you like it or not," Hera says with finality, lifting her chin in authority, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

Leo steps forward, his expression hardening, venom dripping from his words. "Not over my dead body." His voice is low, seething with anger. "And you'd better not let me find out that you’ve been near her. Or I'll become what Luke never could."

The air between them crackles with intensity, Leo's warning hanging in the air like a thunderclap. Despite standing before a goddess, his stance is unyielding, his threat unmistakably real.

Hera's face twists in disgust. "How did my little boy Jason marry a man like you?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain as she shakes her head. "You ruined him."

Leo tilts his head, his eyes wide. "Me? I ruined him, Hera?" His voice rises, thick with anger. "I'm not the lunatic who made him live a lie his whole life." He steps back, his gaze never leaving hers. "So, are you leaving, or do I need to make you?"

Hera laughs, a sharp, incredulous sound. "Who are you to challenge me, Valdez? I am the Queen of Olympus. Know your place."

Leo crosses his arms, his stance unyielding. "I did it to Gaea," he replies coolly, "so don’t think I won’t do it to you." He shrugs slightly. "I wouldn’t want to leave Jimena without a father, but I’m sure Jason would take excellent care of her. He is an wonderful man. But I don't think you would know about that"

Hera clicks her tongue, her nose wrinkling in disdain. "I’m not Gaea," she says, her voice carrying a cold edge.

Leo sighs, his expression unreadable. "No? Is that why you all were trembling when she showed up?" He places his hand on the cold doorknob, his grip firm and deliberate. "You know how easy it is to set a forest ablaze."

He turns around, and the space where Hera stood is now empty, her presence vanished like a wisp of smoke.

[thelingodingo]

Examples of Haikyuu Characters Using Formal Speech for Sarcasm (慇懃無礼)

You may have heard that there is no such thing as sarcasm/irony in Japanese, which is true if you're thinking about it from an English perspective. But a form of sarcasm/humour in Japanese that I really enjoy is polite rudeness. Basically, it's when one uses excessively formal language towards someone they usually would not. It can be seen in English to an extent as well, for example, if your friend is being overdramatic over something you did you might say, "oh my! I can see that my gracious friend is outrageously offended by my ludicrous statement! I humbly apologize for my crudeness and beg you for forgiveness!!!!!!" It's very obvious that you are being sarcastic towards your friend by overly formalizing your words like that.

There happens to be a good amount of examples used in Haikyuu of this polite rudeness which I wanted to share with you all since it's not something that's really translated in the subtitles.

Tsukishima: theres a handful of times throughout the show (especially in season 1) where Tsukishima uses formal speech in relation to Kageyama whenever his King of the Court attitude appears. It's very clear that Tsukki is using formal speech to make fun of the "King". This is something thats pretty much conveyed in the subtitles tho.

Hinata: like Tsukki, Hinata also uses formalities towards Kageyama to poke fun at him, such as when he calls him "Kageyama-kun".

Bokuto: in the scene where Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi are talking to Tsukishima, Kuroo mentions that Bokuto is within the top 5 spikers in the country to which Akaashi adds on how Bokuto isn't in the top 3. In response, Bokuto says "Don't raise me up just to let me get knocked down" (subtitles), he says it in formal Japanese which adds on a sense of humour for the audience.

Miya Twins: an obvious scene is when they are fighting and Osamu sarcastically says in formal speech, "Does wittle Atsumu-kun never make a mistake?!" (subtitles). Theres a couple more examples of the twins using polite rudeness against each other throughout the Karasuno Inarizaki match as well, you just gotta listen for it.

Suna: Atsumu says, "I'm not gonna let them just keep picking up my attacks" and Suna replies, "I'm the one that actually attacked, though". He says the sentence formally in a sarcastic way since obviously it really is him that's actually doing the attacks.

I'm sure theres more examples but those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

[huevinart]

Christmas gift? 🎄🦎

(Syzoth x reader)

Warning: none

Vitally important information: I created this story for Violette from my Oc, but I named her this way (Vi) so they can give her whatever name they want, and be y/n.

The fanart on the cover was drawn by me

Enjoy this Christmas special 💚

"Syzoth, come with me, let's go out and see the snow, I'll teach you how to make a snowman."

My joy and desire to show her this world and its festive wonders was so great that I didn't pay attention to her reaction, it was so obvious, but of course, my neurons were singing Christmas carols and wouldn't let me reason.

“Eh, no thanks very much (Violette)”, oh his disgusted face made me want to hit him with the Christmas lights they were trying to unravel, what's wrong with him, he doesn't want to integrate? Maybe you don't like parties. Not even two minutes passed in which I pouted and crossed my arms like a capricious child, I know, I would hit myself too, I admit it. However, I mentioned this to Kenshi and he reminded me of something: SYZOTH HAD LOST HIS FAMILY! I am a beast!!! What a festive spirit the poor thing was going to have, by the ancient gods, I'm the worst! “Leave it like that, you're going to make it worse, you're a machine for ruining moments,” Johnny emphasized, that laugh! I swear I would make her swallow the irony of him, along with the teeth of him! Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed a bag, it was from one of those expensive stores, cool, “Do you still have money left after the divorce?”, and yes, I tried to let the sarcasm show but instead of making him angry, It was worse. “(Vi), how about you make snow angels outside and leave the adults here?” He continued on his way and without wanting to respond, I stayed in front of the stove, fighting with the Christmas lights.

"Hey, 'Reptile'"

"Reptile…."

"Reptile"

"Rep-"... "Johnny, stop it," Syzoth emphasizes, cutting him off, "what's going on?"

“He's not outside, stop looking out the window, he's downstairs doing what he does best”

��A tantrum?” Syzoth laughs lightly, although at times he was annoying, he never failed to find certain sincere attitudes that (Violette) had, tender.

“Yes, that's right, you are a genius, and because you behaved, Santa brought you your gift”

Johnny handed him a package containing a sports sweater, it was thermal and clearly expensive, but it would keep Syzoth warm, accompanied by some pants.

"I know you're watching her from afar, Kenshi and I thought maybe you'd like to go out and play with your kitty." Given the green color of his blood when he blushed, his cheeks were tinted that tone but in a light and subtle way. “Johnny, you know he hates being called that, but thank you, although I don't understand why they give me this.”

“One, you spend your time shivering in the cold, two, at Christmas we exchange gifts between the people we care about, and three, she's just one tantrum away from being deported to Outworld with a sign taped to her forehead that says 'DANGER, NO RETURN' Syzoth laughed and began to change, but not before thanking Johnny and then he would thank Kenshi in the same way, but not even five minutes had passed when the Light went out and a scream was heard in unison, one of those that Mothers and Parents, when they see you doing something wrong, “(Violette)!” I tried to fix those lights to decorate the tree and ended up leaving the whole house without light...

"For God's sake, Syzoth, take her outside to play."

As Johnny sighed in annoyance at my actions and their financial consequences, he laughed at how quickly Syzoth ran down the stairs and grabbed my hand, "Come with me," words that took me to nirvana, even though I was still cold. . . , he took the time to breathe the air a little, it was a new world for him. And before you mention his family and ruin the moment again by destroying his good mood,

He told Me that the reason for his disgusted face was the cold!

“Do you feel very cold?” My curious girl's face and my eyes wide open looking at him, the last frozen neuron in my brain took effect, letting out of my mouth the silliest questions ever heard, I'm sorry, I don't reason when I'm next to him. him. He, look at him, who did it? Would he do it? Let's face it, we would get lost in the beauty of it!

“(Violette) if you know that reptiles…. "No, leave it at that," he laughed cutely and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, "tell me more about what Christmas is," he said with a subtle smile, trying not to laugh at my faces, and well. . , that's all. I did it, gave it my Christmas spirit and maybe a cold.

It's true, I forgot, I saw him shivering from the cold on one occasion and I interrupted the conversation by sitting on his lap and hugging him. Going for a blanket was not an option. I looked into his eyes, he was sitting on his lap, our faces facing each other, an awkward silence, and a hug from me that was reciprocated, "Syzoth, I'll give you warmth if you want, warm hugs." the soul" I smiled and waited for his response, which took a few seconds, although it seemed like hours. "(Vi), it's not just your soul that you are warming." I didn't understand very well, but we entered the house. And finally yes You're wondering, when I went to kiss him on the cheek, he moved my face away, then smiled at my face of fear and shame at possible rejection and brought his face closer to mine to kiss me on the lips. It was a small kiss.. ., I didn't need anything else except Johnny's scream "Who put a mistletoe there?", I swear I didn't realize, wait a second, Syzoth right? The lizard knew. About the mistletoe at Christmas?! No, it was Johnny who told him! Who cares! He kisses me!!!! What will I feel when he puts his forked tongue in my mouth? Well, that's for a future story, who knows? We will take the next step in the New Year

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[horizontwinflames]

Due to the considerable influx of new followers (what's happening? xD), I think I should do this again!

Welcome, welcome new folks, and thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

Call me Mari (they/she), and I hope you enjoy this Horizon AU as much as I'm enjoying writing it! I'm both the writer and the artist.

First things off: I'm not a native english speaker; so feel free to give me a heads up in case of wonky writing. Because there are moments my main language knowledge (brazillian portuguese) gets in conflict with english. Plus, sometimes, I can't tell tones via text (mostly irony and sarcasm), so help me help you, please (tone indicators are super welcome, btw).

This AU has an ongoing fic about the complete story! You can read it on Ao3: [LINK]

This story focuses on the sisterhood between Aloy and Beta, and I don't want to side track from this subject. With that said, there won't be any shipping involving either of the twins (only mentions/indirects about it). The only romantic pair we'll have in the main cast is Varl and Zo and a romantic tension between Elisabet and Tilda.

My art posting is inconsistent due to work, so there are times I will be able to post arts in a short timespan, and other times, it may take a while between art posts.

Ask is open with anon on! I used to take doodle requests, but now I will only sketch something if your ask gave me an idea to do so.

So, yeah, have fun! See you around!

[curtvilescomic]

Madame Web - spoiler-free

So, today me and my Son went to see Madame Web

and both of us knew more than half of the Internet hates thus. And being comics nerd I was baffled. " So this old blind woman who is paralyzed in comics is played by...young ablebodied seeing Dakota Johnson?"

But let's give it a chance.

It began slow and boring and the dialogue is awful and sticking there the main bad guy? In my youth I watched loads of italowesterns and Hong Kong kung fu movies that were dubbed better. It is not a little off, it is on another continent altogether.

And like the trailer showed he looks

I know It's like Craigslist Amazon (not-quite-spiderperson) or wish suit that will not get litigated because Sony has the rights. They are not going to sue themselves.

There are huge HUGE plotholes. And most effects got a call from early 2000s. You know the drunken ex call.

The money they saved was put in I guess rights to play Toxic by Britney Spears.

It really has these flaws.

And I loved it.

No sarcasm or irony. Really. I smiled. The comics nerd in me had joyous laughter. See I do not care if you like the sixties Adam West Batman or Monica Vitti Modesty Blaise. Those are travesties An insult to comics and their creators. I see nothing good in them. And I am wysiwyg, my personality does Not change between real life and internet. Somehow with all those immense faults the movie won me over.

I turned to my Son, who loved it too. Also as confused by this.

It will flop. They will talk about superhero oversaturation etc but I honestly want to see it again. I do not want to see Morbius ever again, that started better than expected but decided to piss everything and then some away. Yet even that shitstorm is lightyears ahead of aforementioned Batman & Modesty Blaise " films". This is by same writers as Morbius. Wild.

Most will hate it.

And some will say, sure you are aging toxic cishet man who just drooled over all the girls in this. Again you can think what you want, me don't mix movies and porn I don't give a shit what your sexuality is most movies but bait there, unnecessary nudity and cheesecake / abs for no reason except for the bait.

That said besides mainly wooden Dakota Johnson highlights were Sydney Sweeney.

And I very much enjoyed Adam Scott's performance. Chef's Kiss.

Really not for everyone. But I enjoyed it. And I will buy the Bluray

[veesunderthetree]

Too dumb to bend - Astarion x Tav / Reader

Warning: 18+, explicit content, high stupidity, objectively terrible idea, bad (but short) comedy.

Pairing: Tav / Reader x Astarion (Tav / Reader is a fem shapeshifter)

Introduction: Astarion wants to play a game of composure. But being a vampire doesnt mean having the upper hand against your extremely dumb lover.

*Not a native English speaker, this was written in a rush, sorry for the mistakes*

Have your daily post-Valentine dose of idiocy.

After the "On your knees" Larian's video. I can't believe I'm putting this here. BUT I AM-

--- You giggles, this time for real - you can't escape, but you can bend backwards, and in doing so your body is so close to his. "Now, this is actually enjoyable..."

Astarion pauses mid-movement when you manage to bend back far enough, letting out a slight gasp and a blush as your proximity draws him in. It's difficult for *him* not to bend forward. "Oh... so that's what it takes for you to be amused, my dear?" The sarcasm is definitely still present in his tone, but he's looking down at you with a combination of curiosity and something else.

"Ah-ah, it takes a little bit more." You shapeshift in your usual appearance - your curves and your breasts so close to his skin, with the obvious plus of your deep eyes planted on him. "Now I'm really amused."

He can feel the sudden heat in his face, as well as a certain... stirring, in his lower region. He stares straight at you, and his eyes are fixed on yours. "Oh... I... I wasn't expecting that." He stutters slightly. The change has certainly caught him off-guard. It's a different sight entirely from your other form, and it brings forth entirely new feelings.

"You said I could do anything to make you release me" your smile is half genuine amusement, half simple embarassment. "And this body is much more suitable to submit to your... charm. Did you prefer otherwise?"

"No!" He protests, his tone immediately shifting back to being more aggressive as he starts to lean slightly more forward. "I'm... I'm not releasing you, and I'm certainly not letting you switch back so easily. I just wasn't expecting it - my body is still trying to adjust to this whole situation, is all."

"If all that stirring and hardening and lifting is now called 'adjustments'..." You tease a bit, shrugging - enough for your breasts to squeeze slightly before his eyes. If irony could kill, sure he would be dead enough. "Sure you're not releasing? Not a bit? Not even if I squeeze more?"

Astarion is unable to tear his eyes from your body, his words trailing off as he struggles to keep calm and maintain his composure. You can practically hear his jaw clench and lock in place, and any reply he might have died in his throat. "Don't..." He hisses, one breath, two breaths. Three, and he finally manages to find his voice again. "Don't do that..."

"Don't do what? Don't... do this?" now you're trying to get him embarassed, quite literally pushing his face on your chest on purpose, laughing.

He groans as he's pushed further into your cleavage. "Stop!" His voice is a breathy hiss as the hot blood pumps through his veins. "Stop it... You don't know how this feels. It's almost impossible to think of anything else!"

"Well, Its working then! I can feel my obedience... Or its your charisma that is rising?" You are as flustered as him, and quite happy to be the one asking ambigous questions. "I already said how much prone I could be right now? Like... really, really bent?"

He can't help but shudder. His breath comes rapidly as he tries to contain himself, and his face is still buried, although he's trying to make an effort to look up. "Stop... this..." He pants, his voice cracking slightly. "You're... you're being extremely... frustrating... like this..."

"No, I'm not, and you're liking it." You lift a leg slightly over his hip, mining the balance of both. If he wants to remain standing still, you're gonna make it a little harder for your own entertaiment. "How could I imagine a cleavage doing so much... Do you prefer me to turn into a man again?"

There is an immediate reaction, his whole body shaking with the effort as he struggles to maintain his position. His breathing gets even more rapid, and you can practically hear his heartbeat, pounding in his ears. "No! No, I..." He struggles for words, only coming up with a hiss of breath or a muffled sentence at best. "Just... just... stop..."

"Good choice. Else you would have to manage another problem rising." Your eyes are glowing in amusement. "Now be a good bat, dont let me fall and bend on your knees- or you think you can be still for much more? We are risking our necks, like this."

"Shut up." Astarion growls out, trying to hide his embarrassment by getting angry at you but failing. His whole body is trembling with the effort to remain standing, and it's so frustrating that he can't move and he really wishes you'd stop this and he really just wants to- His mind starts to drift to what exactly this would involve if he did drop to his knees, and he manages to jerk himself back. "I'm... I'm not getting on my knees."

"We are going to fall if you dont!" Mantaining the balance on one leg alone is making you struggle. "I dont care- drop to your knees! Or... or else I'm turning!"

"You couldn't possibly think that would work, my dear! It's not like I care about what body you're in - if you can make me submit to you, which I absolutely will not be doing, then good on you. But I'm not dropping to my knees for you!"

"Then lean back and brace yourself- this is going to get... more akward!" Pushing with the only leg you have that keeps you standing, you make an incredible effort to jump right forward in to his lap.

Astarion is caught off-guard as you suddenly bring your legs up around his hips, and he nearly loses his balance once more before he manages to get a decent grip. His face is still somewhat buried in your chest, and he can't even try to pull away at this point.

"...it's confortable, at least." "Now you're just... really teasing me, aren't you? You have to be doing this on purpose... Such an incorriggibile nuisance..."

[spiders-rob]

NSFW Headcanons for Renfield 2023 Characters

Robert Montague Renfield

I saw someone else headcanon that he has a mostly Phantom of the Opera sex playlist and God, that's so true. You're absolutely right.

more submissive type stuff:

Likes:

His hair played with

Light choking

Hand feeding

(Off) Limits:

Being told in detail what his partner is about to do to him

Pain (receiving)

Blood (weird memories yo)

Drugs

Insults

more dominant type stuff:

Usually being in restraints but it depends. Occasionally he's into it.

Biting

Picking his partner up/holding them in place

Calling his partner bug or bugbug (yeah don't think about that one too much, dude)

Rebecca Quincy

Honestly he's not particular he just enjoys being in control

Cowgirl (lol. Because of the book. Do you get it? Do you get it??)

Competence kink!!!!

Wrestling and grappling with one another

Compliments: Giving compliments and Getting compliments

Will make lots of awkward jokes to relieve the tension/anxiety

Once accidentally killed the mood by making herself laugh so hard (at a funny voice impression she did) that her wine came up through her nose.

Tedward "Teddy" Lobo

Will do a line or three (or a centipede) off of like, any body part.

Look, let's be honest we all know he has a barely-repressed Mommy kink that will surface the second he loses composure, ok?

Claims to be a dom. Is absolutely not that. 100% submissive brat.

Will attempt dirty talk but will frequently stumble over his words (when he doesn't plan them out extensively ahead of time) and then backtrack trying to correct himself.

Likes to record it so he can "prove he fucks" (??? Babe, what)

"Teasingly/knowingly" asks "do you like that?" But is absolutely not actually bragging and is genuinely unironically seeking reassurance

Carol

The type of guy who thinks the stripper/prostitute/cam worker actually likes him lmao.

He'd do pretty much anything to be called a "good boy" but he has to get over himself or just be unbearably horny to admit that instead of claiming to hate it/viewing it as an "accusation"

He has had so much unfulfilling/uncomfortable sex because he tells himself that the mild panic he feels when taking control is "exhilaration". (Exhilaration is supposed to be fun, dude)

Body painting on her partner

Tantric sex

Likes to make jokes/laugh to deflect from the vulnerability

Idk man she's really hard to get a read on honestly.

Bellafrancesca Lobo

Her partners have a habit of turning up in little pieces throughout the city dumpsters once she's done with them so like...approach with caution

Attracted to power

Mark :)

Like she's dominant but she's only attracted to other doms and then they compete to see who can keep up with eachother

Pretty vanilla tbh

Has a surprising amount of hangups

Likes sexy dancing as foreplay

Gentle

Caitlyn Bergman

Running hands over each other's faces

Generally considerate

Wants a fairytale romance (or maybe a bodice-ripper fantasy)

Attracted to witty remarks/sarcasm

Honestly still figuring out what she likes after Mitch.

Likes dressing up in sexy lingerie

Kate Quincy

Ace so nope

"Wait, people actually experience sexual attraction? That wasn't a joke?"

Bob

Surprisingly gentle and tender

Like for such a tense/angry guy he basically just wants very gentle sweet intimacy

Says a lot of reassurances

Checks in a lot to make sure his partner is ok

He's very masculine and "tough" and people tend to expect him to be the one doing all the pursuing/masculine role stuff, so little sweet romantic gestures like getting him flowers or complimenting him etc go a LONG way. Just genuinely calling him pretty without irony or sarcasm makes him blush like crazy and his heart races.

Kevin

Really likes it when his partner wears perfume. Especially something floral.

Long makeout sessions

Trevanté

Takes a long time for him to trust someone enough for anything

A bit of a showoff

Will put his hand over his partner's and guide them

Very direct communication. Will say plainly what he wants/likes and ask questions upfront.

[alannybunnue]

It would be nice to combine my headcanons and those of the OG.

The reader died giving birth to a girl (she could be called Rhaella. Let's add salt to the wound 🙂).

Baelon knew about the letters between reader and Vaegon, however he preferred not to comment on it.

Rhaella was born and raised being overprotected by her siblings. Being sweet, soft and loving with her family, friends and servants just like her mom, but an ambitious, cunning, calculating and cruel woman with whom she considers a threat to her (girlboss with the power of sarcasm and irony on her side). Her siblings don't want to admit that they scare off each and every one of their suitors (coughDaemoncough)(Rhaenys and Aemma facepalm in the background 🤦🏻).

When Aemma died, the possibility of a marriage between Viserys and her was put on the table, but Miss Cunning was ahead of everyone by telling them that she had already secretly married a nephew of Rickon Stark (a knight younger than her). and that there was no way they were going to separate him from her, since she could be pregnant. You don't have to be smart to know that this statement ended in a tremendous scandal. (J&A wanted to strengthen their ties with the North, right?? There they are, their granddaughter listened to them) (It was the first time Viserys was seen fainting, and Gaemon and Daemon white as sheets). It took several knights and dragonkeepers to prevent Daemon from going to kill (or make Caraxes eat) the poor Stark boy who dared to deflower his little sister (not knowing that she was the one who hit on the boy. The girl is the one that rules in the relationship), (Gaemon still shocked in the background 😨).

Rhaella and her husband had several children (they were very passionate about it, okay?😏🔥💖) and like Cregan and the rest of the North, they were also on the side of the Blacks.

She was the only rider of the Cannibal (the damn dragon only trusted her 🖤). She found it by chance in a cave near Dragonstone when she was a child. And, instead of trying to ride him, she sang to him and talked about how lonely she felt, without friends and with the men in her family making her feel suffocated, and she asked him to be friends 😊. That was how Rhaella got the most terrifying dragon after Vaghar (The beginning of a great friendship😊🖤).

She also survived the war (she was also forgiven by Aegon), and she and her family stayed to live in Winterfell.

One of her daughters ended up married to the son of Aemond and Alys (younger than her too...The apple doesn't fall far from the tree 😅😋) and they both founded House Whent (from which Catelyn's mother descends 💖).

.......again I let myself go (this is what excites me💖😊).

The plot connections in this post are so much and it scares me....

Rhaella is pretty much a girlboss

The idea of a Rhaella's child marrying Aemond's son also scares me for some reason (but at least it gives the boy some lore) and also....

Yeah Alys, fuck you, your boy never became king 👌😚

[drenix004]

Blue | Dee [02]

❝𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ⁝ He never thought he would like the color blue so much, nor that it was enigmatic, like the girl who wore it in her hair, to the point of having his attention. He was an enigma calling him to solve it, and he never left anything unsolved.❞

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, sex among others, if you do not feel like it!

rating: 18+

pairings: Dee x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

-I have the slightest hope that your tiny brain has learned everything. -Lena looked at her indignantly.

They were both standing in front of the school, attracting the attention of some who had arrived early, one for her gothic-vintage attire and the other for wearing clothes that didn't fit the place or the moment.

-I'll surprise you what I can do when there's weed involved," she crossed her arms, her chest heaving.

-I told you to come more demurely," she sighed as she received more attention, especially from the hormonal teenagers who wouldn't take their eyes off the older girl. All she wanted was to go unnoticed, was that too much to ask?

-It's the best I could find in my closet.

The younger girl touched the bridge of her nose, gathering all the patience she had. And come on, this morning she had woken up in a bad mood and to top it off she hadn't eaten a bite. Who wouldn't be mad at her for not eating?

Bringing a low-cut mini-dress and heels is not the most appropriate attire for a school, you idiot.

-What a sourpuss you are, you're going to die alone," she ignored what he said, the younger girl stuck out her middle finger. Let's go, the faster we get in, the faster we can get out and I'll go smoke my joints.

Lena went ahead, being followed by the younger one, who had some distance. A grimace appeared from time to time whenever the older one smiled and winked flirtatiously at the teenagers who were watching her.

The whispers were not long in coming, and soon word began to spread that a sexy woman in somewhat revealing clothing-a bit of an exaggeration, but it was the hormonal ones who exaggerated things-was walking the halls.

-How awful, how could anyone come in those clothes, she looks like a tramp," whispered one fifty-something lady to another, oh yes, there were also certain horny teachers, they were the ones who exaggerated things the most.

Lena heard such a whisper so she stopped walking and turned to the two women, a strange smile appeared on her face as she approached.

-Careful with what you're going to say," warned the blue-haired woman, she didn't want any mistakes, more than the ones she already had so far.

-I only intend to speak civilly-she passed by her side, standing in front of the two teachers-Good day ladies, unfortunately your vain attempt at whispering reached my ears and I only have two things to say. First, if your time is past, that's not my problem," the women opened their mouths indignantly, "and second, whether or not I'm a tramp is none of your business, you envious bitches.

Lena went back on her way with a smile on her face, the blue-haired woman followed her again in silence, a silence that lasted for a few minutes until they finally reached the secretary, who told them that they would be with the rector in a few minutes.

-I come back and repeat: I hope you've learned everything-Lena rolled her eyes, fed up with the subject.

-You worry too much," she grabbed the younger girl's nose, who slapped her away, "a good sex would take away your stress.

-Tsk, don't touch me," she snorted. Lena giggled as she managed to irritate the blue-haired girl, took out the file she kept between her breasts and began to shape her nails. It was better to concentrate on that than to engage in further conversation with the contrary for the simple fact that it made her a nuisance to have to listen to her comments full of irony, sarcasm and above all cruelty.

He was a little devil, a little blue devil.

-You can go on now, it's that door," announced the gray-haired man, who had served them before, pointing to the second door to the left of where they were. They both thanked, getting up from where they had been waiting, when the youngest was about to knock on the door, Lena had gone ahead opening the door, entering while earning a bad look.

Good morning…-the rector, who should not be more than forty-eight years old, stared at them when he took his eyes off the computer- Ladies-cleared his throat-I am Gregori Volkov.

For the youngest did not go unnoticed the look the man gave to Lena, she narrowed her eyes looking at the slightly nervous behavior of the man, besides the rare tension that was placed.

Between them something was going on and for some reason she didn't like it, she felt that trouble was coming, trouble that would most likely give her migraines.

And she hated migraines, she hated them with all her being.

-I'm already regretting this," she muttered under her breath. Lena had pulled her out with the excuse that she had to talk adult things with Gregori.

Something was definitely going on between those two and that could mean trouble.

She sat in the chairs outside as she watched the others walk by, each time they looked at her she gave her a death glare back causing them to quickly move away.

She was in no mood to socialize.

She stared somewhere on the floor deep in her thoughts of how to survive the prison called high school.

What if she studied virtually? She wouldn't have to socialize or make excuses for missing or arriving with injuries to classes. That sounded like a great idea, a wonderful idea.

But… She had made a promise, and she kept them, well, tried to keep them in most cases.

Why commit to something you know you're not going to keep? Then they would look bad and ironically promise not to fail again when they clearly did.

Was it some kind of psychological masochism? Feeling bad about not following through, but still doing it. It seemed like an irresistible plan calling you to continue that endless cycle of promise-deception.

Or was she being extreme? Maybe she was, but she was sure the painful emotions she felt when they did the same to her were real, very real to the point of leaving her with a crisis. heck, that's where her distaste for promises came from.

Ah, the human and his double standard behavior with its selfish touch, maybe everyone deep down was a psychopath, that would explain why the world is the way it is.

It was an easy choice for something so complicated.

-So if you came! -she snapped out of her thoughts when she recognized that voice. -I left my house earlier to see if I could find you! Even my parents and brother were surprised-ah, it was the red-headed blabbermouth from the other day, what had he said his name was?

The redhead sat next to her, prattling on about how her routine had been that morning-difficult, to be sure, to get there earlier.

She wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, she was more focused on remembering his name. Her eyebrows were furrowed because she couldn't remember his name? She had a good memory and the word metal echoed in her head. She remembered that his name started with h.

His mind soon clicked, there was a genre of Metal that started with h, and it was heavy.

-Heavy-the name coming from his lips stopped whatever the redhead was saying.

You remembered! -she smiled to such an extent that her cheeks hurt- Dee was teasing that you wouldn't remember my name- well, it wasn't too far from the truth.

-Yes.

-You don't have anyone to show you around, do you? -Heavy answered for her, "I can help you, I wouldn't mind skipping physics class, that old lady hates me.

He chattered again without letting her talk, so she resigned herself, listening to the incoherent things he said, he was someone weird, but it was also nice to listen to him from time to time, especially for those crazy stories they said.

"Promise me you'll try to have a normal life" the memory of that conversation came to his mind.

He looked at Heavy again, maybe it's not all that bad, just maybe.

"I promise."

The door next to him finally opened, Lena stepped out smiling before approaching.

-Oh, so you've already made a friend. -he touched her head to tease her- I thought with that sour old face you won't even get the time of day.

She slapped his hand to stop him from touching her.

-Anyway, it's all settled now. We'll talk at home -she emphasized the last word- have fun in this jail. She winked at the red-haired man, who looked at her strangely, before returning to where they had entered.

-What a strange woman? -The redhead broke the silence, "Is she your mother?

-No.

She answered firmly, life had spared her from being the daughter of that crazy woman, although her mother was not exactly the best figure.

-Here again, boy? -The Rector came out of the office seconds later. -What did you do this time?

What did you do this time? -protested the freckled one, "I haven't done anything? Not yet.

The man sighed before looking at the blue-haired girl.

-Take her to room 3-c for her chemistry class. - He pointed at Heavy-and I don't want to hear about you skipping physics class again.

He walked back into the office.

-Damn it! -he grumbled before looking at her-at least you're in Dee's classroom. Come on, it's not too far.

Heavy grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him, explaining to her where certain classrooms, the bathrooms, the courtyard and the cafeteria were. She didn't complain, just let him guide her.

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¡if you have questions about this story or anything else don't hesitate to ask! i like to answer your questions!

[eugenoid]

Just got tagged in a game by @happy-mokka and felt like doing it right away

1. Were you named after anyone?

Yeah kind of

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally just now because my father was rude

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't want to have them

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

None. Unless you count yoga I did in high school for a while I guess. Hopefully I'll pick up a sport some time in the future, or at least some sort of physical activity so my body doesn't fall apart too early. My poor back...

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I feel like I do it less often now. These days I prefer healthy irony at expense of nobody. I try to, at least

6. What's the first thing you notice about the people?

Idk. Just faces in general?

7. What's your eye color?

Some sort of weird greenish grey

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

If I had a better stomach for all the scary movies I wanted to watch, I would've picked that. But in reality, probably happy endings.

9. Any talents?

I have perfect pitch. Music teachers loved me. I think I have a good sense of humor too. Won't call my art skills "talent" though, considering how long it's taking me to get better at art

10. Where were you born?

You're not fooling me today, mr federal agent.

11. What are your hobbies?

Videogames I guess. Singing along to music, if that counts. I'm trying to make drawing into a career so that doesn't count as hobby anymore. Does interacting with fandoms count?

12. Do you have any pets?

Yeah, a cat

13. How tall are you?

Average height. Not telling you the exact numbers. Not today, mr federal agent x2

14. Favorite subject in school?

I feel like I didn't have a favorite subject - I hated everything school-related. But I probably preferred the classes where teachers didn't care if I fell asleep to the ones where they yelled at me for it. So sleeping was my favorite subject I guess? I was just really tired all the time, tbh

15. Dream job?

Ah... a marine biologist... specializing on sharks.....

But if we're being more realistic and down to Earth - perhaps any job that's not too demanding and provides me enough to be able to live comfortably and pay my bills

Tagging @someoneyoudontreallyknow @icecreamvi @ignite-art @reitziluz in case you're interested in filling out this questionaire. No pressure though!