#i guess really u will be more deciding how they got into this situation. which will determine what they are wearing

[voidimp]

if i posted a kind of spicy sketch wuold you guys help me decide what kinds of clothes they should be wearing.......

[strawberrynull]

please can you write niki with a noona gf !! and he tries his hardest to impress her and let her see him as a big boy now ^.^

fluff or suggestive, i dont mind ❤️❤️ thankss

──⯎ ˙ 💋 ̟ noona!

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: bf!niki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst

──Synopsis: Poor Niki despises being treated like a baby by his girlfriend who is only slightly older than him. He decides to try to prove to her that hes not a baby

──Warnings: cursing, established relationship, kissing, making out, skinship, hickeys

──A/N: guys im working on making a taglist so if u wanna be added pls message me or comment or sum so ik to add you

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"Hi baby. How was your day?" you ask your boyfriend, reaching up to cup his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Niki's smile faded slightly upon hearing your name for him. Truthfully, calling him baby made him feel like a baby. Babe was fine but calling him baby just seemed to upset him. Sometimes you would take it a step further just to make him more upset by calling him 'baby boy' which was so much worse.

"It was uh... fine I guess." He shrugged, clenching his teeth slightly when you ran your fingers through his dark hair. You were already treating him like a fragile being as soon as he had gotten home. This severely pissed him off. Not to the extent that he would get mad at you though. He had never yelled at you or anything like that. Usually when he was mad he would just walk away and sulk.

"You seem a little out of it. Did something happen?" you asked genuinely, sticking your bottom lip out to form a small pout.

"Just tired." Niki mummbled briefly, not stopping to look at you. He slipped out of your embrace and made his way to sit on the couch. You followed him to the living room of your shared apartment. His expression and demeanor told you to fuck off but sometimes you didn't know when to stop. You took a seat next to him so you could continue to run your fingers through his dark locks. He groaned in annoyance, jerking his head away from you.

"Yah, why are you so cranky? Got a stick up your ass or sum'?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest with a scowl.

Niki really did like when you played with his hair. Though, right now he had to resist it. He had to get you to realize he didn't want to be treated like a little baby. He wanted to be treated like an adult. He wanted you to think of him as your super hot boyfriend instead of your baby boy. It was no easy task trying to look all tough in front of you when you were so sweet to Niki.

In a sudden swift move, Niki stood from the couch and turned to go to his room. You reached a hand out to attempt to stop him but it was pointless. He had already made up his mind to leave. There was no stopping him once his mind was made.

"Yah! Where do you think you're going?" you yelled to him, hoping he would stop and come back. Though you knew he wouldn't.

Your boyfriend stopped with a heavy sigh. He turned around to face you. "I don't want to be treated like a baby by you."

"But Ki, you're myyyyyy baby~" you coo, clearly not making the situation any better as Niki shuts the door to his bedroom. You hear a small click and you know he's locked the door too. You throw your head back in frustration eliciting a long sigh.

After a while you start to worry that your boyfriend is genuinely mad. 20 had passed by and he has yet to leave his room. Neither have you heard any noise from his room. You grumble as you push yourself off the couch and trudge over to his bedroom door. Knocking softly, you press an ear to the door. When you hear nothing on the other side, you decide to knock again. This time you hear shuffling which you assume is Niki getting up from his bed. But instead of him opening the door, you hear his gaming chair squeak.

"Come on. You know I don't actually think you're a baby, Riki." You groan, sitting down against his door. You cross your arms over your chest. "Please come back out."

Nothing but silence is heard from his room. You know damn well that he's not actually playing games and ignoring you. When he's mad, he'll pretend to be busy but he'll really just sit there trying to resist coming out of his room to kiss you.

"Say that you won't treat me like a baby anymore." you can tell by the sound of his voice that he's pouting. It makes you giggle.

"Is that all its going to take to get you to come out of your room?"

"You have to promise!" He yells back. You begin to feel bad. You can tell that he's serious that he doesn't want to be treated like a baby. He's so cute and pretty though that sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you have to give things up for the greater good. And in this case, your boyfriend wasn't coming back out unless you gave up the baby-talk and pampering.

"Alright, Niki, I promise. I'll stop treating you like a baby." Upon hearing your promise, the door opens slightly. You look up to see your pretty boyfriend. He looks down at your sitting figure with a slight pout. Still so cute.

"Hi pretty boy." You stand from your spot on the floor. Niki opens the door wider and stands to the side, signaling for you to come in. You do just that. You step into his room which was dark from the lights being off and the windows being covered by the curtains.

Once you're fully inside the room, the door shuts behind you. Niki's hands find their way to your hips and he pushes you until your back hits the door. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realize why he's acting this way. He really does want to be treated like an adult.

He brought a hand up to cup your cheek before crashing his lips onto yours. You give a muffled gasp at his sudden action. Your hands quickly found the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your lips seemed to mold together perfectly as if the two of you were made for each other. It may seem like he's being unnecessarily rough in him movements but his kisses are gentle as his thumb rubs circles on your cheek. Your heart flutters at the softness of his touch. You know that he could never bring himself to be rough with you.

Though, he still didn't seem satisfied. The hand that was once on your waist had snaked to the small of your back. He pulled you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, setting warmth to every part of your skin he touches. Your fingers played with his hair while he bit the soft skin of your neck then soothed the mark with his tongue. Unbeknownst to you, he was melting under your touch even more than you, feeling you play with his hair. Of course he was whipped for you. He continued to leave marks on your neck and shoulders until he was satisfied with his work. He pulled away to look at you like you were like his own personal canvas.

"Ki, I-"

"I told you not to treat me like a baby." He deadpanned with a cold harsh glare as his fingers held your chin. His face moved close to yours, his lips hovering next to your ear. His voice caused a chill to run down your spine. "I'm not going to let that happen again, yeah?"

His fingers slid down to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently. You gasped slightly at his change in attitude. He had never once acted this way. Every new action was a surprise to you. His lips found themselves back on yours like a magnet. The pressure on your throat made your head spin. Niki could tell he was getting the reaction he wanted. It made his mind fuzzy seeing you like this.

Niki removed his lips from yours which were now swollen and red. He released his grip on your throat and brought a finger up to swipe your bottom lip. He chucked watching you gasp for air.

"Am I still a baby to you?" he asked, causing you to shake your head frantically. As cute as he was, you had to admit, he was so ungodly hot too. And, god, was that hot. "Good." Niki turned and walked away from you, leaving you confused.

"Niki, what was that-"

"Go away, I'm embarrassed." he whined, plopping onto the bed and throwing a blanket over himself and hiding his face. You burst out in a fit of laughter. He really was too adorable. "Shut up!" He sat up wielding a pillow which he threw full force at you, sending you landing on your ass. You sat on the floor laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

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[kairiscorner]

Hi precious🫶🏻

Love your story’s btw💕

I would like to request a scenario where someone is bad mouthing reader (out of jealousy or smt else u decide). While Miguel is hearing EVERYTHING, that is said abt his wifey. Whatever happens next is up to you darling.🫶🏻

Don’t feel pushed to write abt something u don’t feel comfortable with💕

OH MY GOD, SURE THINGGGGGG and THANK YOU SO MUCH ??? I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TOO !!

not another word. — miguel o'hara x wife!fem!reader

his back muscles tensed up and his nostrils flared as he huffed and puffed, his eyebrows knitting together in a furious look that tried his damn hardest to remain calm. he could not, for the words he was hearing from the so-called 'friendly colleagues' you invited to have dinner at your place were laughing and muttering to themselves under their breaths how naïve you appeared–how you looked so young and stupid, that they were shocked that an 'pretty little airhead' like you became their 'respected' colleague.

"she's got a pretty face, sure, but have you seen how much of a kltuzy butterfingered little thing she is?"

"right? watch out for her, she might woo your husband away from you with that insipid little grin of hers that just makes me want to..."

"she's so annoying, she always keeps offering me her shitty treats that nobody wants–i'm surprised she even has a husband, no one in the right mind would put up with her."

your colleagues laughed amongst themselves as they kept insulting you and calling you names behind your back; you left the living room to get them some of the goodies you baked for them that you took so long trying to figure out how to make them and actually baking them up. you were anxious this whole time if they'd like it or not, but little did you know they were already dreading to taste what you made, not caring how much effort and thought you put into making these treats–and that angered miguel, very, very much.

he tried to calm himself down and remind himself that this was your gathering, he was just going to mind his own business and let you be happy. but he can't be happy if he knows that your colleagues right there that feigned a welcoming aura and a friendly demeanor towards you didn't like you, and all for the stupidest, worst reasons he had ever heard come out of another person's mouth. miguel had enough, he was going to teach them just what happens when they insult his darling little wife one more time.

"then i guess i'm not in my right mind for wanting to stay with her," miguel said in a low, intimidating voice that made all your colleagues tense up in their seats and turn their heads to look at your husband with pursed lips. miguel looked down at them with an angry glare, with hints of a furious red in his pupils. he looked everyone down one by one and noticed they were all frightened of him–good. "but i don't really care if i'm 'not in my right mind' for loving the most perfect woman in the world, i'm not in my right mind–i'm living the best life i can and that's with her." he said as his voice softened at that latter part, thinking fondly of you amidst his anger towards these horrible colleagues who dare take your kindness and generosity for granted.

miguel sighed and furrowed his eyebrows again. "i don't give a damn about who any of you people are, how much you make, or what my wife thinks of you all–which, believe me, is a far kinder judgement than anyone would have of such mundane, cynical people–i will break every bone in your bodies and make you all beg for forgiveness and grovel at my wife's feet if i hear another lick on an insult get spewed out by those disgusting mouths of yours."

miguel spoke that threat with a low growl in his voice, he was becoming a little more feral, which he promised to you he'd keep under control, but he couldn't in this situation–he couldn't stand idly by and let you be insulted by these morons; he can't help his emotions sometimes, but believe him when he says he's tried his damn hardest to hold back on getting even angrier on these colleagues of yours that couldn't even acknowledge you were a sincerely kind soul that just wanted to make others happy.

you soon emerged from the kitchen with a gleeful smile, carrying the delicious treats you made for your ungrateful colleagues. the moment you saw them, they all looked spooked; as if they witnessed dracula or somebody just say he was going to suck the blood out of them all and turn them into human prunes. you chuckled nervously, asking them what was wrong, with miguel standing up from his seat–giving your colleagues a glare of warning–and kissing you sweetly on the lips in surprise and muttering in soft voice, "nothing's wrong, querida. oh, my favorites–i'll have to thank you with something else you like later, hmm?" he offered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, making you all flustered and shy as you tried to remind him you two had guests over. "we can always kick them out, nena, it's fine... let me hold you just a little longer." he whispered in your ear as your colleagues gulped and tried smiling up at you and praising your treats, about how good they look and smelled, how tasty they must be–making you smile wider at the sudden compliments you were getting.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

despite the happiness you thought you were bringing your colleagues, miguel desperately wanted you to know that you don't need to make others happy... you've already make him happy since day one and he's been happier and happier with you ever since that day.

[pluckyredhead]

ur post abt the green lantern’s political leanings was so interesting!! can you do one for the bat family? (but only if u wanna!!)

Honestly, I can't, because their politics are so incoherent.

Like, take Bruce. (And again, like with the Lanterns, I'm talking about canon here, not how I wish things were.) On the one hand, you would imagine he's pretty progressive, right? He's almost certainly a single issue voter and that single issue is gun control. He believes in rehabilitating criminals and in fact a lot of Wayne Enterprises hires are formerly incarcerated people. He is an active philanthropist who pours money into schools, orphanages, hospitals, public spaces, and the arts. These are all leftist values!

And yet the modern Batman is also a completely unrestrained violent anarchic-libertarian power fantasy. Bruce has invented his own law, which he enacts and enforces completely arbitrarily, however he feels like doing so. He obeys the laws he wants to obey and ignores the ones he doesn't care about, while insisting he is law-abiding. He tortures people literally constantly and considers it righteous. He uses the profits from his publicly traded company to become a one-man military industrial complex. (The emissions from the fucking Batmobile alone...!) He illegally surveils the entire city and sometimes the entire planet (Brother Eye, anyone?) because he has decided that his moral authority overrides literally anyone's right to privacy, anywhere. He allows his defeated foes to be locked up indefinitely regardless of their mental state in an institution that would make any qualified mental health professional run screaming in the opposite direction. He's sexist. All of these things sit on the right of the political spectrum, but imagine me pointing to the right like Charlie from It's Always Sunny pointing to his murder board.

And none of the Batfamily is any better. Some of them are honestly worse in certain aspects. Dick was a cop. Jason loves guns. Babs and Tim are even more in love with surveillance than Bruce is. Remember when Tim wanted to replace the police with, like, a Bat-army??? BECAUSE I DO.

It's not really "their fault," as much as anything can be a fictional character's fault. It's the result of being written by writers who are, for the most part, consciously trying to write the Bats as good Samaritans, but are also living in a world where we have had our brains warped by all of our blockbusters being funded by the US military, in a medium where badassery is prized above everything else, and so all this really problematic shit spills out onto the comics page without being questioned. It's also kind of a boiling frog situation: i.e. Batman has always had a cool car, so as he got tougher and tougher, of course that car would eventually become a tank, and no one stopped to go "Wait, what the fuck? What the fuck? How is this billionaire driving a tank around helping anyone???" I guess god bless Zack Snyder for inadvertently highlighting how fucking stupid and counterproductive a Batman taken to his worst extremes is.

To be clear, I don't think this is what most writers are trying to do with Batman (some of them are, but fuck those guys). But it's what happens when all you care about is rule of cool, and the more I think about it the more I'm like...shit, maybe Alan Moore was right and superheroes are just stupid.

Anyway in conclusion, comic book writers should consider the ramifications of what they're writing occasionally. But Bruce Wayne probably still votes blue, at least.

[crguang]

Okay sat, I might’ve forgotten to my anon mark at the end of my last message aand I’ve reread part 4 like 5 times, but still, 

what the fuck, literally was thinking abt it in all my classes. And I will be yapping, as I guessed.

First of all, fuck Kafka really wish I was tbh she is so annoying, like just assuming r isn’t that upset, like they’re just having a little argument when r is grappling w the fact that they fell for a criminal, and literally killed their coworkers and a ton of other people, she is pissing me off. Also the stuff abt Kafka and her nihilism…giving me some thoughts. Btw have himeko and Kafka encountered each other in this, or has Himeko just heard abt her? And shes so nice, calling r everyday and being so understanding…

I can’t imagine what Kafka did when she found out she got blocked. Her going to text u and then realizing she’s blocked…kafka pausing when she sees that r blocked her. Kafka waiting to get unblocked as she orders gifts for u, who keeps checking her phone for messages from u as she sends more gifts, reminiscing abt when your first met in the store, silver wolf and blade noticing how Kafka seems to be waiting for smth, Kafka who decides to text you on an encrypted number to see how you’re doing, Kafka who sees that she isn’t forgiven and orders so many fucking flowers bc she didn’t know ur favorite. Ugh I can imagine her bringing all of them into r’s house, god she’s pathetic, I need to kiss her so bad so she shuts the fuck up.

anyway I may or may not have started writing a Kafka fic 👀 tbh I don’t rlly read romance novels so idk how the typical academic rivals thing usually works, trope wise. For some reason I keep fixating on her fucking nails. Like to me, she has them manicured all fancy, but Im fairly certain shorter not manicured nails are better for fingering. On her violin ofc, obviously. I played cello middle and high school, and I kept them long, bc I liked scratching people don’t ask I was a strange kid, but I feel like she’d keep them short bc she’s rlly serious abt it. Also Kafka is so dislikable, her ego is so big, and she’s always calm, like if she didn’t look like she was trying and still top of the class it’d piss me off too 😭

Also in the wardence event rn, I haven’t played it bc I’ve been sleeping or smth like that, but silver wolf shows up 😭 like ik it makes the most sense, since she has holograms but Kafka showed up as a hologram once ok 😭 but what silver said is like “i heard u we’re joining the wardence, and two whose names I won’t mention insisted I go check on you. Why couldn’t they do it themselves.” Ugh Kafka is so obvious it’s actually gonna kill me. And yes wtf couldn’t Kafka have showed up, she’s worth like 11 billion, so ik she can’t show up all the but cmon. 

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hehfjfjgjfjfj posting a new chapter and having ppl go “man fuck kafka” is funny as hell because honestly, yeah, fuck her😭 i think it was important for me to portray how her personality can be irritating in certain contexts and how being with her really wouldn’t be bliss all the time cause she doesn’t deal with emotions much, and that includes others’. she’s not totally detached from them which is why she does try but it’s very clumsy. it’ll be elaborated on in the next part but in her mind she really has picked the best outcome here and even if she was acting in her own interest, she was protecting R, she’s just an information hoarder. being on the opposite side means you dont know wtf is going on in her head and cant explain her behavior as anything else but “she doesn’t give a shit about me”. it’s an interesting situation to write that’s for sure but im glad that her efforts, though genuine, make yall feel irritated bc thats the point hehe

what i wrote about kafka’s nihilism was not entirely true, and i did it on purpose because R doesn’t know her. i do think that nihilism/finality creates a certain distance between her and accountability. when you tell yourself that this outcome was always a possibility, that it could have happened anyway, the choice you make is no longer fully yours which means that the consequences aren’t fully on your shoulders as well. i think that makes it easier for the stellaron hunters to do what they do, that and the goal they’re working towards that is supposedly the best outcome for humanity. but kafka is anything but passive. she is not “subjected” to things, she has an active role in her future and the ones of the millions of people that it touches within the constraints of destiny. i think with nihilism it’s easy to fall into a state of learned helplessness, where you suffer through the things happening to you because “nothing matters” and “it was going to happen anyway”, but kafka is not like that at all. “if destiny doesn’t propel me forward, i’ll be the one to push destiny”— this is what she does, so describing her as a drop in the ocean isnt entirely accurate because she’s making waves. R will learn that

himeko and kafka have crossed paths canonically before the trailblazer so it’s the same in this. i like that himeko has an opinion of kafka that has been cemented through their brief meetings over the time. in that one “keeping up with star rail” where kafka’s kit is presented, hime has a lot of shit to say about her 😭 all bad. she’s also aware that kafka plays mind games in it so really for her to hear “kafka manipulated me” was like “fork found in kitchen” there’s no surprise there. one of my favorite qualities in hime is her understanding and ability to understand multiple perspectives at once, it develops her already deep empathy and its just very admirable. shes a very soft character, i love her

AND YESSSSS SHE DEFINITELY REACTED LIKE THAT TO BEING BLOCKED HDJFJFKKG she stared at her phone like “oh. they’re really mad” and decided to give them a few days to cool off which is why she sent the first gift and after that she’d be wondering whether to text you or not for like a week; would open her phone, type in your number, pause for ten seconds then go “they’re probably still upset” and send another gift. silver wolf would be like “damn youre on your phone as often as i am. whats wrong with you” and firefly’s eventually the one telling her to go there herself to apologize and not wtv tf shes doing which is why kafka finally texts 😭 shes funny asf. the sheer ridiculousness of ordering hundreds of flowers and taking over half an hour to place them inside your apartment (that she technically broke into) to surprise you is so patheticcccc i would have swooned a bit im sorry. like omg youre pathetic get out of my house but also kiss me before you go… “forget it i’ll just get all of them” can she die 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

aaaaa im glad you have time to write the academic rivals au!! typically people have the rivals work together in some sort of assigned group project to force them to interact together but you can go about it differently, like one of them’s practicing for a big piece and the other gets to the practice room too late but but the others are taken and they have to practice the same thing anyway so might as well. or the mc is struggling and kafka happens to pass by and give her some (snarky) pointers which turns into her showing her how its done and the mc actually learning from her (which would make me homicidal). they could also just happen to meet outside of the school context and start developing a new relationship that way. do what feels right!! and yeah, kafka’s nonchalance makes it seem like shes effortlessly good when in reality she takes that shit seriously and practices often😭 it’d still piss me off tho idc

silver wolf showed up in the other event and its just so ridiculous how they always have her everywhere man😭 like fine she’s always keeping up with new games coming out and shit but would it kill them to show kafka once im gonna tear my hair out, we even got to text firefly during the wardance like im gonna screammmm. but kafka and her sending SW to check ip on the tb is so stupid they care so bad😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 typical of kafka not to show or text herself i need to strangle her. the lufou hates her tho so it’s WHATEVER.

[i-heart-hxh]

hi! so ive been so confused/unsure abt why killua's reaction to palm saying "you are the one gon needs most" looked like he was devastated. ive thought of different reasons on why he had that reaction:

1) he got scared/devastated/stressed at the fact that he was the only one who could really help gon at that moment, but he was so sure he was useless cuz he couldn't even snap gon back to his own senses. so its like "if i—the closest help there is to gon—can't help him, then who/what else can?" and so the overwhelming thoughts of gon possibly dying haunts him.

2) he couldn't believe that he's the one gon really needs the most after assuming that palm probably placed higher than him already, and was fully convinced gon cares more about palm more than him. but then palm says she cant even compare to killua, which gave him that reaction .... i guess its like relief but portrayed in a painful way cuz of his self worth issues.

3) he got pressured by the thought of being the one gon will always rely on the most. anything bad that happens to gon will always depend on what killua would do abt it. and killua always worries and sacrifices too much when it comes to gon, so pressure just added up.

aaaand this is making my brain all scrambled (TT) i wanted to ask if u have a clearer answer for this..? i trust ur judgement a lot (｡-人-｡)

Hello! Aw, I appreciate that you trust my judgment, that's sweet of you to say. ❤️ I'll do my best to explain my take on Killua's expression in this scene!

So, I think his reaction of shock and looking devastated is primarily from the first set of reasons you brought up. He already tried to step in and stop Gon and got pushed away and told that the situation with Kite is none of his business essentially. Being rejected like that and being unable to change Gon's course of action (even though that's the role Gon entrusted him with) broke his heart, and made him feel like he can't change Gon's impending tragic outcome.

Bisky also told him this earlier in the arc:

While we know his tendency to flee against a strong enemy is caused (at least in a large part) by the needle, which he's already removed at this point in the series, Bisky's words to him and the gravity of the current situation still weigh heavily on him. In this scene, he's realizing that Gon's fate rests on him--and he doesn't know what to do to save Gon at this point. There's no one else he can ask or rely on any more to save Gon, it all hinges on him. What a heavy burden that is to be entrusted with, especially with how deeply he loves Gon--to a degree where he has actively decided and even stated out loud that he'll die with him if it comes down to that.

That's why he's not happy or relieved (at least not visibly) to hear this, as much as being Gon's most important person is what he wants--to hear this at this point is a tremendously scary thing. He just broke down sobbing on the ground because he feels so helpless to do anything for Gon. This is what he needed to hear, and it's true as well, but it puts him a position of great responsibility towards someone he loves more than anything. He was previously directly told by someone he respects that he'll eventually leave Gon to die, which just adds extra fuel to the situation.

I do think both of your other ideas are things that contribute to Killua's state to a degree, but they're not the primary driving force of his reaction in this scene specifically. The situation with Palm and Gon did certainly destabilize his sense of his role in Gon's life (because he desperately wants to be Gon's most important person and, it's heavily hinted, his romantic partner) and that's why he's so fixated on whether Gon wants him at his side as his friend or his teammate. Hearing this from Palm is deeply meaningful for Killua--he even thanks her for it later (he doesn't specify what it's for, but it's obvious)--but again the timing is what makes it difficult for Killua to hear.

On your third point, I do think Killua also realizes as a result of what happens in Chimera Ant Arc that the dynamic between him and Gon can't continue as it has, hence the separation, but in this scene the situation is too urgent for him to be thinking deeply about future situations beyond the life-or-death one he and Gon are currently in. The pressure on him is absolutely a factor, though.

I hope that helps clarify this important scene for you!

[lasi-nariyoyo]

Can u do stray kids future spouse please

Stray Kids' future spouse

What is this reading about? I'm extremely late for this reading, sorry anon. Better late than never I guess lmao

I'm not sure if I got your ask right, I looked into a possible important relationship, not all of them are happy or end in a marriage tho!

Disclaimer:

My readings are made for fun and you should read them for fun too. So don't take them seriously. 

Bang Chan 

Rev 7of wands, page of cups, 5 of swords

I think they might meet in a moment when he isn't really actively looking for a relationship. Maybe he just had a painful break up and he isn't even thinking of dating another person because he's still healing from his past wounds. It's a relationship that brings good vibes to Chan, this person has a good influence on him, at least at first. I feel as if Chan might have high expectations on his partner, or he has a very idealized opinion on what their relationship will be like, which might not be what the other person want. It's possible he wanted a more serious relationship while the other person wanted to keep it casual, or maybe he wants to get married and have a family while the other person would like to go slower. I don't think this causes big arguments, this might be a lasting relationship, but Chan is the enthusiast of the couple, while the other tends to be more realistic which might frustrate him.

Lee Know

The high priestess, 3 of cups, 4 of wands

It seems like a very happy relationship. His future spouse is someone close to him, like a friend. It's like those dramas with a friend to lovers dynamic. It's a relationship that might end up with an actual marriage. This is probably the best set of cards I pulled in this reading, if there's one who will have the typical fairytale love. It's possible that Minho might be the one who falls first and he might have to pursue the other person. They have a great chemistry, mentally and physically. 3 of cups and 4 of wands indicate that his relationship will be public, I assume he'll reveal it at some point and he won't meet too much criticism. As I said, an actual marriage is highly possible (the most likely out of all the members), all the people close to him will be happy and support his love story.

Changbin

Rev devil, the lovers, rev the wheel

I feel it's a very casual relationship at first, based on casual encounters and sex, but with time they develop actual feelings. It won't be an easy relationship though, developing feelings isn't something they were expecting and probably not something they see as a positive change at first. It's possible Changbin is the kind of person that prioritizes his work, I get a very "this is so bothersome" energy from the cards and he might think that a serious relationship is just an unnecessary obstacle. I feel like it's the kind of relationship that will end like it began, smoothly, no real drama, just the sadness that comes whenever something that could've been good ends. It's possible the other partner wants a serious relationship or wants to create a family and decides to leave because Changbin can't provide it.

Han

The lovers, 2 of swords, rev 3 of swords

It's not an easy relationship. There are intense feelings, but also a lot of pain. I feel it's the kind of situation that makes you think that "love isn't enough to make a relationship work". There's sincerity and love, but a lot of troubling emotions too. They might be prone to drama or they might struggle with their mental health or they might overthink a lot or have expectations that aren't easily met. They are both good people, but not in a great place mentally and this might cause pain to the both of them. I feel that they might work on it though since they don't want to let go of each other. I can't see a real outcome though. For other members I can more or less perceive if the relationship will last or not, or how unhealthy it truly is for them. In this case there's a lot of fogginess. Imo, I feel that if they're able to heal their insecurities, they might be a good couple, but right now I feel a lot of complex emotions between them.

Hyunjin

King of cups, the high priestess, rev the magician, rev 3 of swords

It seems like a very good relationship at first that gets ruined later on. Both are mature people, in a good situation from pretty much every point of view (economically, mentally, physically etc.), they work so well together. However, I think something big will happen that will disrupt completely their relationship. One of them might cheat or fall in love with someone else. Or their relationship will suddently go public, creating a big scandal that will cause one of them to think a break is the best solution. In any case, one of the two will feel betrayed because the break up is one-sided and they will probably need to work a lot to heal from it.

Felix

Rev the fool, the hermit, rev 8 of pentacles

It seems like a relationship he jumped in without much thought. Not because it's a casual relationship, I think there are real feelings from the beginning, but it's possible he's miscalculating something. For example he might end up in one of those "matching items" scandals, so he might be a bit careless and he might fail to protect his privacy. I don't think this might mean the relationship will be ruined though, I still feel a positive energy coming from the cards. He just needs to take things more seriously. It might also point to him being uninterested in marriage and other "grown up" stuff like buying a house or becoming parents or something like that. He isn't against it either, he just doesn't think about that stuff, maybe because he feels like it's too early for that. It's like his relationship has this "we're young and in love" vibe, he doesn't think much about the future.

Seungmin 

Rev 8 of wands, the devil, 5 of swords, rev king of pentacles

A relationship that doesn't really begin well. It's all about sex and addiction to the other person. Felix' reading gave me a very bright and young vibe, but here I see only dark emotions and unhealthy adults. There might be jealousy and one of them (or both) is possessive. This is the kind of relationship that shouldn't end up in a marriage or in a long-term relationship, it will lack stability, they don't have a good influence on each other. I don't really see any hint of a possible break up, so it's possible they might linger in this relationship for a long time. Contrary to Han's situation, there's nothing that can be saved here.

IN

The lovers, rev 5 of swords, 4 of wands, rev 5 of cups

I think it might start as a good relationship that might end up in an actual marriage like Lee Know, but it will relatively soon end up in a break up. I see genuine feelings between them and the desire to make things work. Some problems may arise, but they want to stay together and might think that marriage (or another big change like living together) might help them to shake things up and begin a new happy chapter of their life. It's possible this problem might be his relationship going public without his consent and to peace everyone he'll rush in a marriage. But this won't bring happiness, new problems and misunderstandings might arise and this will lead them to choose to break up.

[yandere-kittee]

Heyyo. I just stumbled on to your page. I love love love it. Especially the yan jock. I had a request because I don't really see this specific type of dynamic, it's usually the opposite. I was wondering if you could write Younger yan and older darling. Maybe 21 y/o yan and 32-36 y/o darling (honestly, make her as old as u want. The older the better, I just particularly just like this age range)? And darling keeps rejecting Younger yan because 1) she feels that college guys are immature and 2) she feels creepy and weird about the age gap. But younger yan doesn't care about the age gap. And I was thinking maybe u can make older darling a sweet but firm lady. Honestly u can do whatever with older darling personality. But I want younger yan to be a clingy obsessive little shit with way to much ego, who in reality got mommy issues and cry's way to easily at the thought of abandonment and rejection. That's my request, I've seen way to many younger darling and old yan and I honestly wondered what it would be like with the ages switched.

Anyways. Thank you for your time! I have more unconventional yan x darling dynamics. Let me know if you'd like to hear them! Hope you have a great day!!

First of all, ily.

Second of all, thank you for this, and honestly? Feel free to just drop by my inbox and request anything you like.

So here we go!

College student!yan xFem!Older!Darling.

🌷A/n: I don't know if making the darling a milf would be okay, so I might actually post a seperate fic for that, so let me know if you would actually like to see that, but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump.

🌷warnings: yandere behavior, clingy yandere, age gap (like about 10 years) Yan is 22 while Darling is in her mind 30s, mommy issues.

You honestly didn't know how this happened, you were just minding your own business, but it seems your younger neighbor didn't knew what the sense of proper boundaries were considering how he's always trying to cling around you.

It all started when you were on your way to your apartment when you spotted, College student!Yan, who seemed to have gotten himself locked out of his apartment and he didn't know anyone else he could turn to.

Feeling bad for the boy, you offered him some cheesecake at your apartment till he gets his situation fixed, when he entered your apartment, he didn't expect the warmth and cozy vibes he got, the apartment wasn't grandiose but it's definitely different compared to the apartment that he lives in with his mother.

You made sure that he was okay and that he wasn't alone when he's locked out of his own home, making sure that he wasn't feeling sad or lonely.

So you could honestly guess that's where it really started, because after that, he was hanging around your apartment waiting for you to come out or come home, and for some reason, he soon later finds out where you work, to which he passes off as a coincidence, but that gives him a chance to spend more time with you.

You honestly thought it was cute at first, thinking that maybe he was just trying to find companionship with you, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought that he definitely wanted more than just companionship with the way he looked at you and the way he always seemed to wait for you, no matter how busy he got with his projects or homework.

You didn't want to be mean, so you just decided to brush it off and let him be, you even invite him to your home at times to try out some new pastry that you cooked up, you even let him help sometimes, but you start to think he's not cutout for baking when he continuously spills ingredients on you, sometimes licking them off of your skin casually.

"It's sweet!"

He would exclaim as he continued to lick your skin, even when there's nothing there anymore.

But there are sweet moments! When you guys would be out together in the park nearby taking a stroll, (you honestly just wanted to take a nap but you couldn't resist that pout of his) and since the two of you had gotten closer...Don't be fooled, he's just trying desperately hard to worm his way into your life

He opens up about his life, his dead father and absent mother, who's too busy working and going out to pay attention to her only son, who tries his best in his academics to be able to get his mother's attention.

But that's all fine now! Because he has you in his life, and there's no way you're leaving now, right?

...Shit.

🌷this is isn't proofread or edited since I was letting all those creative juices flow and I am just UGH this is why I'm a write people!! To make pathetic and clingy boys!!!!

Anyways, again, feel free to request me anything, may it be about existing yans in my masterlist or ideas that you want me to write!!

[haikyuu-x-male-reader]

Author note: MY FIRST REQUEST YAYYY, I hope you like this 🥲

note 2: I WRITE ON MY PHONE SINCE I DONT HAVE AN ACCESS TO A COMPUTER SO IDK HOW IT APPEARS ON OTHER DEVICES

Also idk what courting means soo I had a little hard time with that part so I’m gonna try to to replace with with pda (public display affection)

OKOK ENOUGH OF ME YAPPING

Red=kurro

Blue=bokuto

Purple=you

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*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

-the sound of ur early alarm goes off-

-you groan annoyingly and turn it off-

You think to urself

(“I should’ve went to bed earlier”)

You get out of bed and get ready for the day

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(Timeskip)

As u were walking down the hallway you pass by all the people being lovey dovey to each other, and some some volenteers decorating parts of the school in hearts.

You forgot! Today is Valentine’s Day

While you continue walking down you run into the “popular guys” or as you know them as Kurro and Bokuto

Almost EVERYONE knows them. Even the teachers are aware of them.

On the other hand You were not really known-as much. mainly because of ur shyness which prevented you from interacting with people as much. You are also on the chubby side and acording to other people’s standards. Was not really intriguing to them



But

Not for these two

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“HEY HEY HEYYY, [Reader name] how’s it going”

-He says as he hugs u from behind-

“Bokuto try not to be so loud the morning.. And hey what’s up [Reader name]?”

-Kurro says as he smiles and pats ur head-

“Say,Are you doing anything for Valentine’s Day~!? You should hang out with us if you’re free”

-Bokuto says as he does his normal smile-

“Usually on days like this people sometimes confess to there crushes and such~”

“Yeah! Like confessing to you!”

-While the duo talks to you-

This slightly catches the attention of some people since they didn’t really expect them to interact with you like that

And especially on Valentine’s Day they’re even more intrigued



You noticed that and that racked ur nerves

U didn’t really like being the center of attention

As you notice this you try to maneuver yourself self away.

“Um I gotta go..”

-You quickly speed walk to ur college lecture-

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After walking away from that situation you thought to urself

(“Thank god I got outta there, anyhow I would’ve stayed there anylonger people would definitely be curious”)

You couldn’t bare the thought of being the center of attention

You’re anxious just thinking about it

And the craziest part is that those two wants to make you their BOYFRIEND

As much as you try to avoid them

They just don’t stop trying

You try to take ur mind out of it by hurrying up to the lecture, you needed the notes anyway

(“Hopefully these 2 hours can take my mind off off this, plus I really needs those notes anyway”)

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(Time skip) sorry

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-you get up from ur seat after it felt like hours-

As you walk out into the hallway you can instantly guess who was waiting for you

“HEY HEYY HEYY”

“Yo”

And Kurro

Bokuto ofc

god. He’s been saying “hey hey hey”since he was in Highschool

Never gets old tho

You noticed that they both have something behind there back

“Since it is Valentine’s Day”

“We decided to get something for you!”

They both pull out [insert gift of ur choice]

“Maybe this could even convince you to be our significant other~?”

“I would if I were you hehe~”

In your mind u were really flattered, heck.

You ALMOST gave in to being their boyfriend

But.

That would defeat the whole point of you trying to avoid them

Writer note: I’m just gonna fast forward after this part because my brain is frying and idk what else to put for this part so you can imagine what happens there 🥲

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your walking back to ur dorm after a long day

you can just chill out for now

And your dormate decided to dropout so technically you have the room to urself

-you sigh of relief-

Luckily you don’t have to avoid those two since ur in ur dorm room!

Right?..

Right…

Smut starts here‼️

Right as you grab ur keys you felt someone hug ur waist from the back

-you jump in fear-

but that all changes when you hear that certain someone’s voice

“[Reader nameee] why have you been avoiding uss”

“I-erm-I-uh-a”

You couldn’t even form a sentence

-he puts ur hand under ur shirt-

-caressing ur whole front side while his other hand slowly makes its way down to ur lower groin-

“Now now bokuto let’s not do that in the hallway”

You could instantly guess who that was

Something in your brain told you to open the door

You can already guess where that’s heading

[fast forward]

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Right now you are sandwiched between them

While Kurro is under you just exploring you praising ur body (we love body positivity<3)

And Bokuto is in front of you giving you head

He sucks on the tip of your dick while stroking this at the same time

You’d wish he just put the whole thing in his mouth already but. He already knows you would cum instantly from him doing that

So for now he’s just having his fun <3

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Now Kurro is just loving all up on you like crazy

Kissing up all over ur neck

Leaving love bites

Telling u how handsome you look

Giving unlimited compliments about you

Just oh.my.goodnes. this man just appreciates you and loves you too DEATH.

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Zawg I hope you like this💀

I never written something like before ✊🏽

I’m not sure if I can continue the smut 😭

[taylortruther]

I don't know who to ask this to without it turning into a fandom war and you always have the best, nuanced, touched-grass takes, so can we please briefly talk about the Olivia credits thing 😭

Does Olivia's music really sound a lot like others or is this a case of discrediting young women in music? Asking literally sincerely; I'm not enough of a music person to know when inspiration turns to copying, I just usually can't hear it. I remember, for example, when 1989 came out, a lot of people felt that Wildest Dreams was very lana inspired, but nobody I think was accusing her of copying. Is the Olivia situation the same and it just got blown out of proportion, or are the ways her music are similar/referential to others larger musically? Or is it that the album as a whole felt referential? I just sincerely don't know LMAO And every time I try to ask I think people think I'm trying to be shady

tbh i don't really know how one decides, but lawsuits about this kind of thing are becoming more common (think robin thicke, which was a huge upset to some musicians--or the shake it off lawsuit.) and musicians is historically inspired by one another, which makes it tricky. when is it ok, when is it not? it's kind of a philosophical question in some instances, whereas in others it's cut and dry if you're being blatant (like vanilla ice and david bowie.)

some factors about this situation in particular:

olivia properly credited/sampled nyd for a different song (1 step forward or whatever)

olivia said cruel summer inspired the shouting part of deja vu

the internet compared misery business to good 4 u, and cruel summer to deja vu, A LOT upon the album release

jack said that his team did not ask for credit and was surprised to receive it

iirc hayley's team knew about the good 4 u situation before the song was released, but credits were added retroactively anyway (not sure why these steps were taken in this order tbh)

people also acused olivia of using a riff from an elvis costello song, and he basically said it might be true but he didn't care

evils costello has NOT received any credits

so there are some options i can think of. one is that the public pressure was mounting, so olivia's team just gave them credit voluntarily.

some people also think taylor asked behind the scenes, unbeknownst to jack, which i guess is possible but seems... unlikely?

i am inclined to think olivia's team did not want to face a lawsuit down the line (because it could hang over their heads forever, i guess, with the way the music business and copyright suits are going now), and offered the credits, and maybe, MAYBE??? there was an opportunity for paramore, taylor/jack/st vincent, decline but it was not taken. which is notable because they got like 50% of the rights (at least for deja vu) which is a lot of money, forever.

personally, good 4 u is blatant and it is not surprising they knew about the song before it came out.

deja vu is not as blatant but it is, imo, clearly inspired and it's undeniable because olivia admitted it. i don't know yet if i personally think "inspiration" deserves royalties and songwriting credits - speaking for the future of music. however, if taylor asked for it, i wouldn't be mad because this specific situation is so clear cut in a way other "inspiration" cases would not be.

none of this helps! sorry!!!

[skulls-soul]

Imagine with me king boo heads off to a location where it’s a “ghost only” situation (maybe the portal from Luigis mansion two that he opens up) but then something happens in where king boo is stuck in that world and the other Boo’s can’t get him out, maybe he got kidnapped, maybe he’s trapped, or maybe he just got lost? I don’t know! you decide.

No matter what king boo can’t get out and his subjects are unable to help and so what do his boos decide to do? they decide to get the person who is best at capturing king boo

✨luigi✨

Luigi unsurprisingly is hesitant, and probably scared that there are boo’s in his home when he doesn’t have a poltergeist or his brother with him but they’re not doing anything to him so he guess it’s ok he guess

Luigi, of course, excepts it, and whether he excepts it because he’s just that kind,the Ghost threatened him, or bribed him, it is up to you.

(I personally think that it would be really funny. If the ghosts made a deal that Luigi wouldn’t have to deal with any ghouls, ghosts or boos for the rest of the year if he helps, because just imagine king boo’s reaction when he hears about the deal)

Anyways Luigi agrees and helping the boo’s find king boo, but he points out one problem

He’s not a ghost

this could be easily fixed with the ghost mushroom which Luigi will use so he could successfully enter in without being detected as a living been. (I personally think that the boo’s had one on them, knowing that they would need it)

Ensue shenanigans of the boo’s teaching luigi “how to boo”

Fonding over his new look

Worrying about getting caught

Luigi trying to find king boo wondering how the hell he’s going to manage that

(I have a head cannon that Luigi can kind of just sense when ghost are near but there’s ghosts everywhere here so he has to hone in on specifically king boo’s energy but also he’s used to finding lost people so he’s got this)

Getting KB out of where ever u decided he ended up

KB blushing over boo-luigi thinking “it’s cuz he’s a really cut boo that’s all”

(spoilers it’s not)

maybe Luigi needs to fight some people with his thunder hands

Or Maybe he sneaks around like a super spy

Maybe Luigi, ends up getting hurt which causing him to lose his power up

Maybe even after Luigi finishes helping king boo escape, it’s not the last time he seen of this situation

but no matter what this is king boo/luigi thing so the ship gotta sail

this is a free idea, so if you want to use this as a guideline or more of like a Buffay in where you take what you want and leave what don’t cuz u got an idea then by all means cook up

~Feed the Booigi community~

[mac-cheez]

My Guide To Surviving The Waynes

This is inspired by an earlier post of mine and will be in an epistolary/Dracula style in the view of said uni student. I hope y'all like it!

Thxs @arrowheadedbitch for proofread and confidence.

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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Dear Diary,

I'm not a diary person really. I was always told it helps you relax or work through your feelings, but it never seemed worth it...... well not till now. Not till a "normal" morning for me was eating cereal while shouting goes through the house and under threat of death if I finish the milk. This is what's currently happening as I write this on my laptop trying not to spill said cereal. As I listened to another argument between Tim and Damian about something inconsequential (something about galleries robbing banks?), I finally caved and started writing. I figure this could be useful for reference or advice or even study (these bitches are weird as hell). Maybe I should start with how I got here?

I grew up down South. The bible belt was a weird place, but I survived I guess. My parents are loving and as understanding as they can be with their own experiences and opinions. My father is Army so we were lucky to not be on wheels at all times. My only major move was my sophomore year of high school. I decided to apply for the exchange program and was picked due to my fluency in French. I was sent to Paris and, loved it so much I decided to stay. I was able to stay till graduation and still keep in touch with my friends. I know, picture perfect right?

After graduation, I applied to many different Universities and programs hoping for a good criminal justice program to learn in. Forensics was the main interest I was looking for. It just so happened that Gotham University's Forensics and Criminal Justice Facilities just got updated by the Wayne Foundation (probably to deal with the crime problem). I saw that it met all of my criteria and applied not thinking about it. A couple of my picks fell through, but most came back as acceptances. I was about to accept one of my local Universities when I got the Gotham U acceptance letter. It said the usual spiel of "we'd love to have you, blah, blah, blah", I was about to throw it in the pile when I saw one specific detail, "We boast a 95% employment rate of our Science-based graduates."

After some research, I found out that it was true. Most GU grads get hired straight out of school if they have a scientific degree. That paired with the brand new facilities made me reconsider. I talked with my parents, and they agreed that it was likely the best option, but they were concerned about me living in the dorms or an apartment in a place like Gotham. I was about to suggest living in a city nearby and just commuting when my dad asked us to wait for a minute. He made some calls while I talked with my mom about other things concerning the move. When he came back he said he had a friend from work who I could stay with. He told me he had a couple kids my age and plenty of room. It wasn't till I was in the limo with a very nice elderly man on my way to said friend's house that I realized he meant Bruce Fucking Wayne. Once he parked (his name is Alfred btw) I got my luggage out and kinda just stared. He asked to take my bags but I just said no thank you. He hummed and led me to the door. It was quiet when he opened the door which I thought would be normal, but the worry on his face told me otherwise.

Suddenly from the hall, two boys ran by one yelling "MERCY" while the other smaller boy chased him with a sword and........ pink hair? I was concerned, but Alfred seemed more at ease so I tried not to think about it too much. Behind them, a guy came from the same hallway snickering at his phone.

"Master Duke, would you mind filling me in on the situation at hand?" Alfred asked him.

"Oh yeah Alfred, it was hilarious," 'Duke' said laughing, "so Tim put pink dye in the shampoo for Dick and then-," he stopped looking at me. "Uhhhhhhhh, Who's the girl?" He asked.

"A guest of Master Bruce," said Alfred.

"Oh! Oh. Uh, You're not......... ya know..... a guest," he asked.

"No god no I'm not that broke yet," I explained hoping the humor would land.

It seemed to because he immediately brightened and started introducing himself as Duke Thomas, one of Mr. Waynes Wards. I introduced myself and why I was there. It seemed like he was going to ask something when there was a crash and he said he should "make sure no one gets stabbed again".

"Well that was eventful," I said looking towards the hall he exited through.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it," said Afred, worrying me a little. This wasn't an occasional thing?

He started leading me-;skjfbsgdpibzebERROR++vbvnjkm;n;mxcvz;'anrvbA:----

[alexiswritingstuff]

Human.

Masterlist

Status: Complete.

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other character appearances: Dean Winchester.

Summary: After getting his grace taken away from him, Castiel is left with being a human for the first time ever. The reader wants to prove to him that he’s not alone... Once they find him.

Warnings: mild angst, with some comfort dw.

Parts: one -  two - three

A/n: I just binged the entirety of supernatural, and my brain is infatuated with yet another man. Cas deserves every bit of love, so I wanted to write for him, especially in season 9 because I can’t even imagine what it was like going through that.

I also wanna say that this is my first time writing for these characters, meaning that I might not be able to rightfully portray them in my pieces just yet, so bear with me please.

Either way, I really hope you enjoy... and let me know if you want a part 2.

It was some time early in the morning. 

There were no windows in your room, due to being in a literal underground bunker, so all you had was an alarm clock to rely on for that information. 

Though even if you had managed to catch the numbers that continuously flashed across the glass screen, it didn’t seem like your brain would process it.

You were wide awake. Any and all attempts at going back to sleep, or even to just shut your eyes, ended with nothing except getting right back to square one. 

It was something that got old really fast. And now you found yourself sat at the edge of your bed, the cool air barely doing anything to soothe the warmth of your skin.

Every thought that swirled through your head felt like it only arrived to fight the previous one. To contradict it. Prove it wrong. Either way, it was just fuel to your bouncing leg that never seemed to cease. 

There was a whole lot going on, and I mean a lot.

But to summarise at least the main things that had your brain freaked, to say the least, was that Sam's condition was only being improved by some angel that hid in his head... Which he also still doesn’t know about-- But that’s besides the point.

Oh, and another, totally minor, fact was that every other angel had been thrown out of heaven like shooting stars. Meaning that there were now hundreds of beings stuck in random parts of the country...

Including your friend. 

From what you had heard, Castiel was now entirely human in an unknown destination. 

I mean, you had clues from a call he had made once he found a pay phone, but whatever was happening on his end proved that he wasn’t going to be around there much longer.

You had to decide.

In an instant, your anxiety ridden body had pushed itself up from the bed beneath it. 

Your knees felt like they were going to buckle as soon as you got to your feet, thinking on and on about how you would actually locate Cas, what you would say to him once he was found, what he would even be like after everything.

But in order to gain an answer to any of those questions... 

You kind of needed to leave the bunker first. 

And that meant getting past Dean. Giving him a really good excuse as to why you were more or less abandoning him to look after his brother while you looked for your... friend.

A sigh seeped through your lips. Each half of your body was devoted to either convincing you to stay, or leave. But after thinking about what Sam would do in a situation like this; where there was a person actually able to go and look for Cas, “Okay,”

You made your choice.

So, within the next five minutes, you had grabbed an emptied duffle bag, threw it on your bed and filled it with various things that you could only guess a new human would need.

Once there was a feeling of satisfaction when looking through the items inside, you simply zipped it up and swung it over your shoulder... 

Admittedly, however, you did kind of stand there for a second. The worry of what the hell you were going to tell Dean, or how he would react, just overloading your mind, especially because of the recent circumstances. 

But nevertheless, you managed to straightened yourself up, letting a very deep breath fill and empty your lungs, before finally making your way towards your bedroom door. 

And only leaving once you had grabbed a wad of cash and shoved it into your pocket.

~

You made your way through the kitchen, placing the weighted duffle bag onto the smooth wooden table and unzipping it before moving towards the largest fridge compartment.

After opening the door, your body lowered a little. Your eyes scanned across each shelf, looking for anything that was easily portable and at least filling when consumed.

And soon, you ended up with arms full of sandwiches wrapped in Saran wrap, that you had made earlier, in case you actually did choose this option, and any drink close to water as apparently “You only needed the sink for that.”

“Y/n, hey, I, uh-- Whoa, what...”

Shit.

“What’s up with the bag? There a case I don’t know about?”

Your body tensed. The sound of the fridge door closing almost made you jump out of your skin as you anticipated the oncoming conversation. 

I mean, it was gonna happen sooner or later.

With yet another deep breath, you turned around, tightening your hold on the food and drinks, and only spared the Winchester a simple glance before making your way back to the table. “Y/n?” The items practically spilled, one after the other, onto the wood when you got in front of it. 

Dean remained still for a moment, his eyes following you as you organised stuff into groups, but as soon as he saw you reach for the duffle bag, “No.”

It clicked.

“Hey, no. No, no, no, no!” 

Before your fingers could grasp onto the material, another hand seemed to beat you to it. And now it slid to the complete opposite side of the table. “I told you we would get to that, man. Right now--”

“Yeah, Dean, ‘getting to it’ is the problem.” you cut him off, meeting the man’s desperate eyes that almost made you regret that decision, “Look, I know you’re worried about Sam, okay? I am too-- Of course I am. But, I can’t... I can’t wait any longer.”

“I mean, Cas is a human, Dean, a human!” you continued, “He-- He can feel things like hunger and the need to sleep, and hell he’s going to need to piss at some point, if he hasn’t already, but... He’s never felt that before.”

“Any of it.”

“He has just been thrown into feeling things like we do, and... and instead of being right there with him, as he goes through all of this shit for the first time ever-- ever! We, his best friends, are just here.”

“In the bunker, all cosy with unlimited access to food, water-- Even a shower, while he is stuck in some random place, probably with no idea of where he is.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. It felt like it was just gonna burst right out while you stared back at Dean. 

But after every scenario you had imagined of him losing his shit, right then and there, once he would find you trying to leave... 

He only sighed.

He took a mild step back, the breath still sifting through his lips, while he brought his hands up to his face and rubbed at the skin. An attempt to make sure that he wouldn’t say something he would regret. “I know... I know, Y/n, it just--”

Dean sighs again, “... I don’t know what to do.” 

In that moment, all of your nervousness melted away. You had gotten so worked up about this whole thing that you forgot, at the end of the day, that he was your best friend. 

You found yourself just standing there again, watching the man with furrowed eyebrows and softening facial muscles.

“Ezekiel... I don’t know-- I thought he would do more than this. At least faster, anyway, but...” Dean’s eyes sort of stared at nothing for a moment. Like he was searching through the air as if it would give him some sort of answer. And then he looked back at you, “I don’t know if I can’t keep lying to him, man.”

“I don’t know if I can keep lying to Sam.”

“Dean,” you began as soon as he had finished, and slowly moved forward until you were right in front of him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know it’s a lot.” He snorted, “That’s an understatement.”

“Dean, you just... You need to make everything seem like it’s normal so that Ezekiel can do his work.” you insisted with nods of your head, “Look for a case, or something.”

“Do whatever you would do on any other day.” Your hand squeezed the shoulder it lay on, and Dean seemed to take in a calmer breath in response. “If it does, however, get too much or something then call me, all right? I just want to get Cas settled in-- That’s it.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

You stared at him for a moment. Waiting for at least some kind of signal while he took the time to think about what you said. And soon, you removed your hand from his shoulder after one final squeeze. Dean gave you a look with little nods of his head. 

The bag you were trying to grab eariler slid back across the table. Back into the place it was before. And right as it got in front of you, the packing had began almost immediately. 

You put all of the items in, maybe a little too fast, pressed it down a good few times. And while attempting to zip it up, Dean took the job of pulling the teeth together, so that you could actually close the damn thing.

“Okay,” you breathed out, swinging the bag that was increasingly heavier over your shoulder before turning to face Dean the moment it sat in a good position. He raised his head a little. “Let me know how Cas is then.”

His voice was a lot softer than it was before. A look of sincerity fighting its way through the panic in his eyes, despite his attempts to mask it. 

“Of course.” you ensured with a few nods of your head. And Dean smiled. 

It was short, which they always kind of were, as like every other time, before you could send him one yourself, he would change the subject. 

For instance now he patted your back with a clear of his throat, looking through your eyes to see how badly you wanted to do this, before he simply turned.

Disappearing into the hallway.

~~~

The past few hours had felt like a wild goose chase.

You had gone from town to town, driving up and down every road numerous times, to search for this man. And you still had nothing.

No sign at all.

Eventually, after another clue you were following went cold, ending the same way as the last, a break was most definitely needed.

You found yourself in some convenience store. Being so consumed by the lack of your friend had caused you to forget about your own wellbeing. It hadn’t even struck in your mind until your stomach practically screamed at you to eat something.

So that’s what you did.

You laid out some bottles of water, food with actual nutrients in them and snacks that you wanted to see Cas try onto the counter before reaching for your wallet.

The cashier began putting the items in a few bags. And after paying, you took them, ignoring the ache that pulsed as soon as the weight got to your shoulders. “Thank you.”

With that, you were back outside, the sound of life engulfing your senses in a way that stopped your feet from moving any further. 

Your eyes flickered back and forth between each street. You looked through the many people, that all seemed to walk in different ways, and the plethora of buildings that hugged the next. 

“Where the hell are you, Cas.” A deep breath slowly filtered through your lungs, letting you take time to straighten yourself up.

An awarness of sweat suddenly grabbed your attention when the bags in your hands sort of slipped in response to the moisture. So, once you regained a strong grip. You turned. Making your way back down the street.

The familiar grumble however rumbled through your system, and though you were going to eat when back in the car, it seemed like your body was rather persistent.

You found yourself trying to maintain your balance. Juggling between keeping your hold on the bags and combing through your pockets for a Granola bar you had put in there for later. “Come on, man, where is--”

A sudden sound clattered through the busy air.

In that moment, your feet seemed to halt once again. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering through the oncoming faces to see if anyone else had heard it... 

But, somehow, No one had.

The bar you were looking for was now between your teeth, as you had finally found it. And once you convinced yourself that it was just your imagination, you divided the bags you held between each hand.

Though, right as you were about to take a step-

BANG.

There it was again.

“What the... What the hell?” You spun round, letting your confused eyes scan through the street you had just walked down to figure out what was going on. 

And that was when your gaze landed on an alleyway.

You sort of stared at it for a moment. Weighing out all of the outcomes that checking it would have. However, your body reacted before your brain did as you started to backtrack.

Every part of your face was riddled with confusion and curiosity, which further increased when you actually got a glimpse of what was around the corner.

I mean, it was just an alleyway. But a blue jacket seemed to draw your attention from the surrounding bland colours, and your gaze soon landing on what appeared to be a man.

The longer that you looked at him, the more you took in what was around him. Which in fact lead you to realise that he was positioned in front of a bin, that loud sound being him discarding the lid so that he could actually look inside.

Immediately, your body retracted. Guilt flooded through your veins at the fact that you just stared at a random person trying to find food, because that was none of your business...

But before your eyes could follow the movements of the rest of your body, the man moved his head in a way that showed off his side profile. 

And now you halted once again.

That face. The structure.

You could never forget it.

“Cas?”

The man before you, who had just grabbed onto the rim of the bin, twisted his head round so fast that when your eyes actually met, all the air in your lungs felt like it had disappeared.

“... Y/n?” 

His voice.

That was his voice. A sound that ended up jumpstarting your brain as the bar dropped from your mouth. Forgotten.

You couldn’t look away from him while you moved further into the alleyway. An action that meant the nearer you got, the more you could see his face and the roughness that came with it. 

There were prominent bags underneath those unforgettable eyes. Various patches of dirt littered across any part of skin that was on display, and he even had stubble sprouting across the lower part of his face.

It was a look that you never expected to see. 

As soon as you got close enough, the bags in your hands fell to the floor one after the other. Your eyes wondered from his face to the, actually different, clothes worn on his body, and then back up again. 

It was the man that pulled your best friend out of hell, the man who went through purgatory with you-- The person you had been trying to find for days on end with nothing but failure in return. 

It was Castiel. 

You pulled him into your arms so suddenly that you didn’t even realise it had been done until your chin was rested on top of his shoulder. He was real.

“What are you doing here?” His voice purely rumbled through your ears, but due to the longing of wanting to hear it in the first place, you didn’t move. A chuckle even fleated your lips at the feeling of his life underneath your fingertips.

Cas was lightly patting your back in response.

It was hesitant. Either because he didn’t know what to do, or it was because of the fact that he truly couldn’t believe that you were right there. That he could feel you.

Before he could figure it out, though, you pulled yourself back in a way that let your eyes fully take in the features of his face. Not daring to actually let him go.

“How did you find me?” Cas questioned instead, letting himself do the same thing until they began to flicker behind, scanning over where you had just come from, “Where’s Sam and Dean.”

The query had you stifling another laugh. An action that seemed to bring Castiel’s attention back to you, and soon that familiar expression of confusion tugged at his features. “What?”

“Am I not good enough for you?” you joked, leaning back a little to get a good view of that face. Apparently that signalled something else, however, and Cas’s head sort of lowered, his eyebrows knitting together even more. If that was even possible. “You know I would never think that.”

“Oh... No, Cas, I know that! I know! I just-- Forget it.” you insisted with a shake of your head, finally letting him go so that you could collect the bags that were previously left on the ground.

“Let’s get you sorted then, huh?”

Once they were all rounded up, you had twisted your body so that you could further signal to him that it was time to go. More so that you wanted to get back in your car and actually eat something...

But he never moved.

He was just stood there. Staring. His eyebrows twitching in a way that made your head mildly tilt to the side, “What are you waiting for?”

When the sound finally seemed to reach his ears, his body straightened up within a second. The taut, almost anxious, look on his face eased away. And that’s when he finally began to move. 

“Come on.”

~

The door swung in with ease, and you walked in without a second to waste, carrying all the bags, including the duffle bag, despite Cas’s persistent protests, “All right, so,”

“I booked this place for a few days,” you begun through a strained voice, placing the array of plastic bags on the little table by the window, “It should be enough, but I can pay for longer if needed.”

You rounded up all of the stuff that needed to be refrigerated first and moved to do exactly that with the mini fridge, these rooms always seemed to have, by the sink.

It was only on the way back to the other items, however, that you realised Cas hadn’t responded to your words. Or even spoken at all since you got out of the car. 

“You alright?” you questioned, though your back was now turned, and lifted the duffle bag from your shoulder. The lack of weight had you stifling the urge to let out a huff of relief before you placed the bag beside the rest of the food.

Cas was stood practically in the centre of the room. His eyes scanned across the patterns of the wallpaper, the carpet that had probably been walked on a thousand times, the door to the bathroom.

And then he turned again, looking at the bed he stood at the end of.

The singular bed.

“You’re not taking me back to the bunker,” His voice was lighter than usual, almost as if it didn’t want to come out at first. The range of deepness was still there however. One that seemed to make your body freeze whenever it boomed through your ears, “Are you?”

It took you a few seconds to do anything as your mind battled with multiple thoughts. 

You wanted to say so many things. Apologise for so many things. But the idea that whatever came out of your mouth could possibly hurt him, in any way... You would rather say nothing at all.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Your fingers fumbled for the duffle bag in an attempt to distract yourself as much as possible, which proved hard, especially when unzipping the thing, due to the fact that any sound produced seemed to echo through the room. 

You cleared your throat, beginning to take out any of the items that needed to go in the bathroom or in drawers--

“Y/n.”

The urge to sigh was immediate, but you stifled it just as fast.

The last thing you wanted was to make him feel worse than he probably already did. So, instead, you closed your eyes. Trying to collect yourself as much as possible before there was any sort of reaction.

“Cas,” you managed out after a moment. And after a subtle, quick, shake of your head, you finally twisted yourself round to face the man who hadn’t even moved an inch.

Those eyes.

Those beautiful-- I mean, blue eyes of his stared back in a way that was almost as if he was glimpsing into your soul. He was reading into absolutely any movement you made, and any look that showed on your face, even for a split second, like his life depended on it.

“Look,” 

You slowly started to make your way towards the man who continued to watch your every move. Uncertain to even blink, as if you would just disappear when he opened his eyes again.

Instead, however, you were now standing right in front of him.

“I didn’t, uh… I didn’t really plan what I was going to do, or say, when this moment came.” You spoke slowly. A sort of hesitance becoming more and more apparent with every word… And soon the new human wasn’t the only one staring.

You gulped. “Cas... The angels.” His entire demeanour visibly shrunk. “I just… It’s going to make me sound like an asshole, and you have every right to be mad at us-- at me, but--”

“No,” Castiel suddenly stated, “No, I understand.”

Your eyes were narrowed. “You... You do?” That same confusion from earlier filled your veins, and did so even more when Cas simply nodded his head. “You want to protect.” 

His voice was louder this time. And when he moved towards the singular bed, letting his hand closest graze across the sheets, your gaze could only follow, “Keep them away from danger,” he added on, slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress, “It’s... understandable.”

Your heart ached. The sight of him; the way his eyes glazed, the way he sat, his voice. He looked so…drained. It hurt you to see it, but you couldn’t even begin imagine what he was feeling.

“Oh, Cas.”

A deep breath seeped into your lungs, and you moved in the next second before your brain could decide if it actually was a good idea.

And now here you were. Standing in front of the man, you had so desperately wanted to see for weeks on end, in a way that meant he had to lift his head to see your face.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment in a silence that didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. You took in each other’s presence, the disbelief from earlier finally beginning to dissapate as you stared into those ocean like eyes.

There was a multitude of things that seemed to swirl within them, and after realising that they had captivated you, a little too much, you remembered the sort of conversation you were having.

A sigh eventually made its way between your lips, and you began to lower yourself down until you were crouched before him. “It’s just for now… Okay?”

Your eyes never left his as an attempt to show your assurance. And to further prove yourself, you grabbed one of his hands. Having to hide your shock at how cold it was in your grasp, “I care about you too, Cas.”

“You know that right?”

That was the thing that finally seemed to gain a reaction.

His expression shifted in a way that was similar to earlier. Every feature across his face let go of the tension and taking its place was a sort of... soft look. 

“Right?” you questioned again when there was no verbal response, and even lightly shook the hand you held onto as if it would make him speak.

Instead, Cas tore his eyes away from your own, a sort of timidness taking over his demeanour. 

He was only able to lowly hum in acknowledgment to your words, and even when he nodded his head to show further understanding, it was a movement you almost didn’t see. A movement that seemed to flick a switch in your brain.

You began to think about what would happen when you left. 

What would he do? What would he think about? Did he even know how a shower works? 

I mean, yes, he was a grown, million year old, man. He also can sure as hell take care of himself, he has proved so many times. But he had just gone through failure after failure.

He had watched his brothers and sisters get thrown out of their home. And now they were coming after him. Wanting to kill, torture and who knows what else.

Castiel could handle himself, sure. But thinking about what he would do, or in fact not do, when those angels eventually found him... It had you sick to your stomach in an instant.

So, after staring at his tired face some more. After realising that this man had probably never had a day of comfort, of calmness. You finally had an answer to the question you had been asking yourself since the beginning of the search for Cas.

“Which is exactly why I’m going to stay with you.”

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[bluhjeans]

songs i associate with dbh characters / what i think their fav songs would be

pleasee share ur own thoughts & opinions id love to hear them!! and I need to ramble abt my dbh opinions to people (+templates if u wanna make ur own)

explaining my reasoning here if anyones curious

gavin: couldn't decide between rehab and in my feelings because theyre both just so him (and by that i mean fanon him cuz there really wasnt much to work on) 'in my feelings' because I can just imagine him to all' of the lyrics ('Sobbin' in my cup of coffee 'cause I fell for another loser' and 'Who's doper than this bitch, who's free-er than me' in particular) and rehab is a little looser of a connection, it stems from this story that ive been sorta writing that focuses on gavins relationship with alcohol aswell as his friendship with tina, and I just feel like rehab really captures his reluctance to give up the many different problems he has in the story like drinking, smoking & drugs rk900/nines: i dont really imagine he listens to music but but i kinda associate him with the pre-chorus in 'In my feelings' by LDR with the 'get that cigarette smoke out of my face' and the bridge with 'got me feeling so blue, making no sense at all, gotta leave right now' sooo duet with gavin...? 'shades of cool' (u may have noticed i like lana songs by now!!) also really matches nines IMO, the song is about her own pain and disappointment but but it also centers around this flawed love interest she wants to fix and understand, but ultimately can't, which to me just feels like nines and gavin, atleast in my own hc's (can you guess my fav ship yet) connor: whilst this song (a human's touch) could generally apply to all androids in dbh I connect it most with connor, especially in the second verse; "We were still going strong I never did you wrong Until the new me came along It was just you and me We were such a good team But now I’m alone on the boulevard of broken screens" Listening to this, I can really imagine him talking to Amanda after being introduced to his successor, the RK900 ('the new me') - I also can imagine the boulevard of broken screens being in reference to the graves of his previous bodies and I just think thattt hits yk, + whilst the second verse applies to machine connor more, the craving for human touch (connection in general) feels rather apt as by becoming deviant he has severed ties with Cyberlife, causing him to be pretty alone so yeah kara: I can just imagine her, alice and luther all singing country roads together in a car during the summer and it just warms my heart sm like its just sooo cuteee <3 I can also imagine her being a fan of Adele's music in general, I can't really explain why but she just seems like the type of person to be reaalllyyy into adele (me too) (+ i know age as a concept isnt a thing for androids really but adeles music appeals to a large age range making her music appealing 2 families so maybe im connecting adele n kara because of that) markus: I feel like I don't even need to explain history has its eyes on you... i mean come on.. but ohhh emmm geee!! I can not stress how PERFECT 'as the world caves in' is for markus atleast in my opinion, when I listen to it I can really picture this song over markus either choosing to sacrifice himself in BfD when surrounded, but generally I can just imagine this song over him doing anything really. 'run boy run' also feels like it needs little explanation, just listen to the song/look at the lyrics and youll see the connection north: I don't actually have any meaningful reasons for these songs but I just feel like north would like them but I guess 'breakin' dishes' is the one I thought about most because I can imagine her acting similarly in the same situation soo yeah chloe: Chloe doesn't really have a lot to work on with her extremely limited appearance in-game so this is completely based off a fic i read lol, where chloe was in a relationship with kamski but only in private because of his concern for his image anyways, in 'a loving feeling' mitski sings about feelings of loneliness in a relationship where her partner only shows affection alone and yeah that just feels like chloe n kamski to me!

[polyamorouspunk]

hii taking you up on your advice offer 😭 ur poly so maybe u have more experience with this than me, how would i break up with my longterm partner?

we’ve been dating for 2 years, it really has seemed perfect but lately idk its just felt wrong. we’ve kinda planned our lives around eachother and moving in together once we graduate, but i cant make myself want to kiss them or be romantic anymore, i dont want to respond to their texts, i get annoyed at them for no reason. they havent done anything wrong theyre wonderful its a “its not you its me” situation to a T.

all of our friends are mutual friends, but most of them were technically my friends first (all the people they used to hang out with sucked) so im scared if we break up they wont have anyone to talk to about it. i really dont want to hurt them.

i honestly might realize this is just me being dumb and all of this will pass and ill want to be with them still once it does, but since i have no clue how id break it off i feel so trapped. i want to know i have a way out if things dont get better, i want to stay with them because i truly changed my mind not because i didnt have a choice.

Not in a poly sense but just a “have had a few relationships” sense I guess I can offer advice.

So I’ve never actually broken up with anyone before, except for the last guy I was messing around with (Catboy) just because as much as I had sooo much feelings for him it was like the most unhealthy “relationship” for me. Like I finally realized like “oh I’m actually NOT better off seeing him, my mental health is ACTUALLY worse” because of his shenanigans.

However, I did have a long term partner who I dated for 6 years who we had plans to move in together and get married etc. same kind of deal, all their friends were my friends. And they dumped me, and yeah, it was really fucking hard even though I knew everyone was going to take my side. And the one person who didn’t I ended up not speaking to anymore because I was like if you’re not going to realize that I’m the only one whose going to keep talking to you because my ex doesn’t give a shit about keeping in contact with people, then that’s on you.

I was devestated. This was like 3 years ago at this point and pretty much right up until about this year I felt like I was somehow “living in the wrong timeline” and like my entire life’s trajectory had been pulled out from underneath me. Not from the breakup so much as them just deciding they never wanted to speak to me again, that I was bad for their mental health, etc. which I always told them if I’m ever bad for your mental health then break up with me, and I meant it and stand by that and their decision, but it still fucking hurt.

Like if that’s what they had to do that’s what they had to do. If that’s what you have to do then that’s what you have to do. While I am of course resentful to my ex, and I hope they get hit by a car or something sometimes, I do stand by their decision that if I wasn’t good for them then I’m happy they left me behind. I don’t know if other people are going to have that same view upon being dumped. I mean like I said I still hate them. But to say that they should have stayed with me for my sake is hypocritical.

Not only that, but an issue of intimacy was occurring between us during the lead-up to the breakup. And as soon as I wasn’t with them anymore and I was able to be with Catboy instead I got a taste of what I had been missing and GOD it felt so good. For the first time ever I felt like someone actually wanted to be intimate with me. It was an amazing feeling. My ex dumping me opened up the door for me to have things I was missing in that relationship. So it wasn’t all bad, for sure.

You have to do what you have to do for yourself. You come first. If you need to break up with your partner, or take space, or whatever, you just have to go for it if you really think it’s what’s best for you.

[voidimp]

7, 14 and 21 for alexander

ok first of all i need u to know. i gave cameron a brother named alexander bc of this ask lmao. but i will not be answering these questions about him i will be answering them about oli as intended

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

well for starters theyre a vampire now lmAO but uhhhh idk!! honestly i feel like beyond just being like. More Developed Now they really havent changed that much, like most of their original traits are still there. visually they look kinda different but thats just bc i got better at drawing them the way i actually intended them to look lmaooo

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

this is a tricky one because it really depends on the person... theyve got some manipulative tendencies so theyll kind of play up whatever traits they think will get them what they want. in terms of like. public perception, they prefer to be the one observing, not the one being observed, so they generally kind of just try not to draw too much attention to themself. which is not to say they try to be unapproachable, more just unassuming. even in situations where they are trying to attract someones attention, its generally in a way where theres more than theyre letting on.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

their needing to consume human flesh could technically be considered an illness, or at least the result of one. i still havent worked out All The Lore behind this yet but it was essentially caused by some sort of affliction specific to vampires. its usually fatal, but those who do survive get stuck with some nasty side effects. like eating people.

beyond that they kinda have an unrelated eating disorder? but in the sense that they kind of just... forget. they dont realize that theyre hungry until theyre really fucking hungry. it just doesnt register, so unless they make a conscious effort to keep track of their meals, they usually end up going a bit too long in between them. they were like this before they became a vampire too (whether due to their father just not feeding them enough or bc they were trying to Avoid Him so they skipped meals i havent decided yet) so they just kinda got into the habit of ignoring their hunger & then never broke that habit.

also this ones probably obvious if youve seen any art of them but theyre blind in their left eye. and i guess on a related note they have poor vision & some variety of color blindness in their right eye, although i dont remember specifically which kind (i think it might have been blue cone monochromacy but i cant find where i had that info saved).

they also have a variety of mental health issues which i could probably get into the details about later but this answer is long enough already. they are definitely Dealing With Some Shit tho lmao