#i like just identifying as me. im just me! your good friend aura. someone who is kind and passionate and hard working

[harmoonix]

🎐Spirit of the Wind🎐

(Astrology Observations)

🎐 - Juno/Moon in Air Signs, these natives are looking for communication in their relationships, they are so good at expressing themselves in love & very devoted to their partners

🎐 - Aries Moons/Moon in the 1st house natives are very confident even if they don't always show it they give that energy sometimes in their personality

🎐 - I think Mercurial Moons (Gemini and Virgo moons) may get triggered the most and maybe sometimes Leo Moons too

🎐 - Lilith aspecting Saturn can bring conflicts especially with their dad/older brother/cousins/grandfather's and so on like there is always someone toxic in their family

🎐 - Moon aspecting Juno natives can be the most clingiest people, they will attach to your heart and will never go

🎐 - North Node sextile/trine/conjunct Jupiter can face many opportunities/benefits in their lives/journey/path, (in harsh aspects is like you are blinded from them and you can't see the opportunities you have in front of you)

🎐 - Pluto square/opposite/conjunct north node will mostly experience a rebirth with every thing that happens in their lives, I met so many natives with those aspects who are so experienced in their lives

🎐 - Moon sqaure/opposite/conjunct Saturn can tend to have a nostalgic mood/aura around them, something about them reminds you about the past

🎐 - Venus in Air houses (3rd,7th,11th house) have the best humour in a love/friend relationship, they will know how to comfort you both emotionally and physically

🎐 - Venus in Virgo/Venus in the 6th house will share their nurturing/healing energy with those who need it, these placements are healing and awaken type of natives

🎐 - Neptune/Pluto conjunct the ascendant will feel like they belong in the world, they can feel sometimes outcasted or maybe out of the crowd but that's what makes them unique they're just born different (in a nice way I love them so much)

🎐 - Uranus conjunct the ascendant will make the native very creative, they are the type of people who come off with the best ideas and the best plans for everything

🎐 - Sun opposite Lilith (h12) can attract other people only with their presence, Lilith can feel very strong when aspects the sun but when it's opposite, it will share that energy to themselves

🎐 - Lilith (h12) square/opposite/parallel/conjunct Moon are so seductive at first and is the fact that in contact with others it will just make them more curious about your life

🎐 - Uranus in the 7th house can make the native confused about their relationships and love life, they're like "What tf happens in my life now"

🎐 - South Node in the 9th house natives can feel very detached from religion/religiously detached and honestly you can't blame at all for that. Is the south node energy

🎐- Although im still not sure if Jupiter represents the husband in modern astrology instead of Mars but in vedic chart Jupiter it still represents the husband and i love to read about it 😭✋🏼

🎐 - Think at Vesta Asteroid (4) as a the point where your soul feels at home, feels safe, feels free. For example I have my Vesta in the 2nd house (Venus rules that house, and I tend to believe food brings me soul happiness especially chocolate 🍫✋🏼😭)

🎐 - I honestly love natives with Scorpio/ Sagittarius or Capricorn in big 6 because they honestly don't give a single f about what people say about them, really

🎐 - Someone asked me if the people with moon prominence in the chart feel the Intensity when the moon is changing signs and phases 😭✋🏼 yes they can, I feel like crazy when the moon is at first quarter

🎐 - Okayyy so there is an asteroid opposite to Lilith (h12) called (White Moon Selena h56) honestly is a good asteroid, is like a pure energy in your birth chart but in the same time it shows what things bring you happines, use this chart to identify what can bring your happiness

🎐 - I think I never mentioned before but Sun in the 6th house natives really can shine everywhere they go with their nurturing energy

🎐 - Do people with asc - pluto aspects seem maybe rude/harsh at first😭? Is because they have the Pluto aura around them which can make them seem like a bad guy, but they can be the sweetest people

🎐 - Moon at the 6°, 18° degrees really so observe everything in the room even the small details like wow idk how they can be so focused on everything and analyzing every detail

🎐 - Neptune in the 1st house natives or Neptune aspecting the ascendant may have something unique about their skin like moles or maybe birth marks? maybe freckles too

🎐 - Uranus in the 9th house natives can end up travelling to places they never expected, like those people who wake up in the middle or nowhere or "I never imagined I would travel here" kind of vibe

🎐 If you have Saturn in Cancer or Saturn in the 4th house you kinda have a lot of family karma, and generational karma as well. Is not bad but try to not blame yourself for this

🎐 Pluto in the 7th house is one of the placements I wish I had in my chart because I just love the meaning behind this placement is that the relationships change you very intensely and the same happens with Venus - Pluto aspects, if you have both you are more wise/mature in the future relationships

🎐 Gemini/Sagittarius and Pisces Mercury can indicate a person may talk too fast/bold way of talking/sometimes they can be a bit too harsh in their talking too

🎐 Juno in the 9th/12th house can indicate that you may find your lover in a forgien country or somewhere away from your home maybe while traveling

🎐 Juno in the 6th/Juno in Virgo can indicate a spouse/specific person who loves to take care of their mental health a lot they actually have a very healing energy

🎐 Juno aspecting the ascendant people will see you as someone ideal to marry/or to date (Unless they are like "Would you like to have kids* yeah my Juno rejects these things.

🎐 Juno in the 11th house or in Aquarius can indicate a spouse/specific person who appreciates your *weird* side, and also someone who gives you freedom

🎐 From Tarzan's jungle we did a bigggg jump back in the north America to visit the indigenous American culture because 😍😍😍 their culture is extremely beautiful and unique and here we met Pocahontas which by way was based by the legend of Pocahontas🎐

🌲🌲First let me say they are so beautiful if you think Pocahontas is pretty you need to look for how indigenous north American people look like (Slightly different from the south american ones but still share a close thing together). Their connection with nature and with the earth is very pure 🌲🌲

Have a very beautiful day to all of you who read my notes, Harmoonix ♥️❤️

[myunghology]

URS... heizou x gn! reader.

❝ TRYNA’ FIND WHERE YOUR HEAD IS. BUT I'M LOSING MYSELF IN THE PROCESS. YOU'RE BAD FOR MY HEALTH. ❞

GENRE : fluff // head canons + dialogue

SUMMARY : heizou that has a ranpo! s/o / heizou with a s/o that has a similar talent like ranpo's. (super deduction allows ranpo to deduce and extract the "truth" behind any crime by giving him every information about it. as such, this skill is invaluable and highly unmatched in solving crime scenes, allowing him to figure out where to find evidence and who the culprit is within a matter of seconds.)

PARTS : 1/2

A/N : i have completed the anime and reading the manga, waiting for chapter 102, im in the bsd fandom as well, so why not? rewatched episode 5 all over again for this.

AU : none.

REQUESTS : opened, read here for rules before requesting.

the first time he met you he was like.. "pshhhhh, them? better than me?" he said, sara scoffing after what he just said.

"yes, better than you. do you wanna see them solving cases?" she asked, folding her arms together. the male clicked his tongue, removing his feet from his office desk. "sure, i hope they don't waste my time."

you closed your eyes, "well, this wonderful detective will avenge her, right, y/n?!" one of your friends pointed to you.

"but i still actually have to accept the case." you said bluntly, putting your hands in your hips. "eh? why not?"

you raised one eyebrow, "ask this man." you said, pointing at the male with dark purple hair, with beauty marks under his eyes.

"why do we need a new detective?! i'm right here!? plus, i'm much more superior than a private detective like you!" he argued.

you turned around. "you! what's your name!" you asked— more like demanded, pointing at one of their colleagues. "huh?! im officer sugimoto! the victim, ms. yamagiwa, was my colleague!" he shrieked.

"alright, sugimoto! solve this case in 60 seconds, starting now!" you said, still with your eyes closed while turning patting one of his shoulders. "eh?!"

"i can solve this case in under 60 seconds, if you're as good as he claims, you can do it too." your aura darkening slightly. "well them sugimoto, give it a try!"

he started panicking, "well, 60 seconds is a bit too crazy!" you held a old stop watch in your hands, "you have 50 seconds left!" you said, with a smile.

you got closer to the male who was trying to solve it, as he started explaining. "wrong!" one of your friends said, as they started explaining as well.

"shooting two more bullets to disguise themselves?" heizou asked, putting his hand to his chin, thinking. "BOO! time is up! too bad. you've got ways to go to get to my level!" you exclaimed, patting his head as you tried comforting the sugimoto.

"this proves that none of your colleague's are not at all superior to me." you said, turning slowly to the boy with the dark purple hair. grinning.

he snapped, "stop messing with this! you've been going on about deductions and great detectives! too much pulp fiction!" ur pulp fiction

"ha? you still don't get it?" you mocked him, getting close to his face, turning a dark shade of red. "great detectives don't need investigating! my ability, super deduction, can easily identify the killer, or someone who's proven and truly guilty." you took a deep breath.

"—as well as when and how the murder got committed. further more, i can see, in my mind, how to make the killer confess and where the evidence is." you said, backing away.

"but with such a convenient ability, you don't need us right?!" he asked, "yess! you've finally caught on!" trying to piss him off.

"you bastard—!" your friends cut him off. "now, detective, y/n, they're always like this! they said, standing in front of you.

you bent down slightly to see his reaction, "after all, my personal motto is; if i'm well, then all is well!" you said, standing straight up, one of your hands palms facing the ground from a certain angle, with the other hand on your waist.

"since you're so confident, how about you do the case?!" the males hands shaped into fists, ready to throw hands. "oh? is that a request to make me take the case? should've said so in the first place."

he scoffed, "despite the lack of evidence, you seem full of confidence, want me to count to 60?" crossing his arms, smuggly all while grinning.

you smirked, "i don't need that much time." you pulled out your glasses from one of the pockets in your shirt, as you put them on. ability ; super deduction!

"i see." you said, fixing your glasses so it's actually straight. "oh, please. so you're saying you know who the killer is?" you smiled, "of course."

"huh?" you pointed at sugimoto, facing him. "you. that's right.. the criminal is.. you, sugimoto."

"hahahaha!" heizou let out a hearty laugh. "officer sugimoto is my colleague!" putting his hands from his stomach, wiping away all the tears from laughing.

"huh? he's the one that killed her." you faced back at him, realizing you were dead serious.

after explaining some while, you got the culprit right, as expected. after everyone left, heizou was still standing there, have you perked up his interest? "ur cute." he suddenly blurted out, while walking away, waving.

©detectivelvrboy

[angrylizardjacket]

fit by my side {Machine Gun Kelly}

@bitchylittleredhead said: Okay I hear your MGK x pastel!reader and I raise you MGK x Mother Nature!reader. Hella plants, strong love for animals, heckin soft, v kind, mom friend, sunshine child. (I just really really love soft paired with him, it’s so damn cute) also I love you I hope you are well 🧡 

Also This Concept

A/N: 3177 words. Gender Neutral Reader (they/them) ! im worried kells is OOC. also there’s no smut but it does get M rated, but there’s no genitals specified. gets quite sappy at times. also @url-under-construction i hope u like it and i hope its good.

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When you meet Colson, he’s famous, but he’s not, you know, famous famous. You meet on the set of The Dirt; he’s one of the stars, you’re a production assistant and stand-in when they need it, and you don’t think for a second that he’ll even remember your name when this is all over. 

But he does; in rehearsals, you’re the one reading the lines for the characters they haven’t cast yet, and the first time the four main cast members see you, in your floaty, floral top, and your gentle aura, and then to hear you say, with absolute sincerity, ‘your mom’s a cunt’, it has them bursting out laughing. You smile, sweet and kind, and you step gently through the blocking that has the character you’re currently standing in for, stabbing Tommy - Colson - with a pen. 

Maybe the juxtaposition of you taking part in this whole production is what intrigues him.

When filming starts, you’re still around, and something about seeing you, amid this performance of debauchery, and yet you’re still sincere and gentle, your choice of attire making you stick out like a sore thumb amid the leather and grime. At first, he tries to play it off, that you look somewhat out of place and it’s eye-catching, but you bring the cast food and water and whatever they need, you go on coffee runs, and take a genuine interest in each of them, and by the time he realises that his mood lifts every time he walks on set and sees you there, he knows he can’t play it off as you catching his eye for completely platonic reasons.

He asks you out the week after Casie leaves from visiting set, having seen you interact with her, entertain her while Colson was in hair, treating her with just as much kindness and respect as you did everyone else on the production. It convinces him that your intentions are true, and he knows that he can’t finish this production without shooting his shot.

By the time the wrap party comes around, you’re calling him your boyfriend, at first tentative, looking to him for confirmation, but then you see the way he beams at how the words sound when you say them, and you grow more confident each time you say it.

It’s met with... confusion.

Really? 

It seems no-one saw that coming - if anyone, I would have expected Douglas - you hear, and frown. 

“What does that mean?” You ask; a frown is rare to see on your face, but you’re wearing it anyhow, and the woman your speaking to splutters her way around a sentence as she’s trying to backpeddle.

“I just- I mean, well, Kells - Colson - he’s so... Doulgas just seems more... refined? Not that Colson not, you know- you’re just -”

“I’m just what?” You ask, not accusing, more curious than anything else, and the woman’s voice dies in her throat as she looks you over; pale blue jeans and a pastel, patterned button-down that would have looked right at home in the eighties. 

“I’m just concerned for you,” she eventually says, laying her hand on yours like she’s trying to do you a favour, “Colson’s intense, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.” You see what she’s trying to say, but her tone is so painfully condescending. 

“I’m an adult,” you tell her, tone understanding but firm, “and I appreciate your concern, but I promise I can take care of myself.”

The moment you can get out of the conversation, you find Colson, talking animatedly to one of the makeup artists, and you slot yourself into the space by his side. Automatically, without even stopping the conversation, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, and you gratefully take the moment to press your face against him, wrapping your arms around him without saying a word. It’s both strangely intimate and familiar, his thumb rubbing small circles against your side.

As he stops talking, there’s a lull, and you don’t have to look up to know the makeup artist is giving you both a strange look.

“Ignore me,” your voice is muffled against him, using one hand as if to waive off any last bits of hesitation. 

“They’re fine,” Colson assured, tapping you on the hip. He’s still oozing casual confidence

You’ve been together for almost half of filming, which isn’t exactly a short amount of time, but usually you try and keep things professional on set, so it’s nice to be able to be close to him in public. 

The rest of the cast know, of course, you’ve been out with them on several occasions, and they all have come to adore you just as much as you adore them. Something about hearing Daniel drunkenly assure you that if Colson ever hurts you, that there’d be a line of people ready to slap some sense into him. You try to brush him off, endeared by his drunken affection, but he turns suddenly to the rest of the cast.

“Hey, hey, hey - who’d throw down for Y/N?” He asks; without hesitation, Douglas, Iwan, and Colson raise their hands, eyes wide and alert, as if the offer needed to be acted upon immediately. The show of support has your heart swelling in your chest.

You find yourself fitting into his life back in LA easily; while beginning work as an assistant on a Netflix original series, you call into his house in the Hollywood Hills, delighted to be privy to demos and snippets from his next album. 

And you meet his friends, shake their hands and smile and chatter with them. They’re not sure what to make of you at first, no-one really is when you present yourself in conjunction with Colson, but soon they start to see what he sees in you. It’s endearingly genuine and thoughtful and honest and enthusiastic and -

“They’re like sunshine,” it’s Rook’s Instagram live, almost six months into your relationship with Colson, that really cements it to the public. Rook is smoking in Colson’s living room in the middle of the afternoon between recording sessions, and someone asked what your deal was. 

“I’m so sick of - and I know Kells is, and Y/N too, not that they’d ever say anything. ‘ve never heard them say a bad word ‘bout anyone, you know,” Rook hits the blunt again, his face scrunching up, “but everyone ‘round here’s so fuckin’ sick of people talkin’ shit ‘bout ‘em. For real, Y/N is sunshine, nicer than all of you motherfuckers put together,” and he laughs, but it’s clear he isn’t entirely joking, “- you know what?” He asked, eyes lighting up and standing abruptly, grabbing the phone.

“Baze, man, you seen Y/N?” He calls, and Baze responds from somewhere off-camera that you’re outside. The comments are going off, but he pays them no mind, heading out to the backyard, only to see you by the back fence, peering over into the trees, on your tip toes, one hand straining over the fence, in shorts and a singlet in sunshine yellow.

Rook calls your name.

You shush him loudly, and then, without looking at him, slowly wave him over.

As he approaches, he can hear the telltale sound of a bird chirping, and as soon as he gets close, he hears you whisper -

“I think they’re bluebirds,” you murmur, and finally look back at him, lowering yourself, surprised to see his phone held aloft. He tells you he’s live streaming, you wave awkwardly, which is when he sees the slice of banana you’re holding, “I’m not sure what they eat; do bluebirds eat banana?” You ask, a little helpless, looking at Rook, and then to his phone. 

After a moment, you step aside, and gesture for Rook to take a look over the fence, and sure enough there’s a nest with a single, rather sad looking bluebird with it’s wing bent at a strange angle, calling out pathetically, obscuring a few eggs, just out of arm’s reach. While he’s looking over the fence, also trying to reach them, and also trying to get the phone close enough to see if anyone watching the livestream could identify the bird or offer any suggestion, he hears your footsteps retreating.

“Stay there, I’m going to get Kells,” you call out to him, voice bright, “he’s got long arms!” And Rook bursts out laughing; you weren’t wrong. 

While waiting, he sits against the fence and answers a few more questions, until he looks up and sees you, expression concerned, and Colson uncharacteristically fond as he lets you lead him by the hand.

You show him the nest and ask for him to get it, worried the bird was hurt, and he obligingly reaches over the back fence to gently collect the bird nest, trying his best not to jostle the bird. The bird’s wing appeared to be broken, and Rook ends the live when you mention that you’re going to take the bird to the vet.

Already, the fandom is exploding from what had transpired. 

People are making suggestions as to what the birds should be named, people are claiming your caring and sweet personality is completely fake, people in the live managed to screenshot Colson’s expression as you’d lead him to the birds, how smitten he was with his hand in yours, and have started posting ‘get u a man who looks at u like kells looks at y/n’ all over twitter and tumblr.

“Bird update!” Several hours later, Colson posts a series of videos to his instagram story, “for those of y’all who don’t know, Y/N found a bird with a broken wing in a tree out the back of my place, we rescued it and it’s eggs, and took it to the vet,” and with that he flips the camera around, from a close up on his face, to show a large, cardboard box in the corner of the room. 

Peep Davidson was written in large, black letters on the side of the box.

The rest of the videos are outlining what the vet had told you all, and that the bird should only take about seven days to heal before you could put them all back into the wilderness. 

At that, he pauses.

“You worried about putting the birds back when you saw that cat the other day?” And he angles the camera to reveal you, laying with your head in his lap.

“The orange one?” You ask, voice heavy, as if he’d disturbed you when you’d been right about to fall asleep. You yawn, and he confirms, you give a little, lazy shrug and smile, “not sure where that cat is.”

“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” Colson laughs, “you gotta stop finding random animals in my backyard.”

“They find me,” you counter, and shift so you can press your face against his belly, humming contentedly as his free hand begins stroking your back. 

“Snow White-Cinderella-Pied Piper motherfucker,” how that is somehow the softest, most gentle words to ever leave his lips, is utterly baffling, but there’s so much love and adoration but you turn enough for the camera to catch your delighted little smile, “you’re-” he starts, “who’s that dude from that, that My Hero shit we were watching the other night?”

“Koji Koda, you weeb,” you tease him fondly, knowing exactly who he’s referring to, and that’s where the video ends.

That’s the day it’s confirmed for the rest of the world. There’s countless paparazzi photos, and hints, and speculation, but this is the first time he’d called you anything but your name, and they’d all seen you snuggling up to him, your head in his lap.

This also is the day the trend begins on his Instagram story of a photo of you, usually in his backyard, with whatever animal had decided to befriend you that day.

My partner. My backyard. No fucking idea who’s animal that is.

And he still goes out and gets fucked up, and sometimes you’re there, and sometimes you’re not. When you’re out together, it still doesn’t quite make sense; he’s hard partying and over the top, and it seems like it wouldn’t be your scene at all.

But then there’s photos of Colson and a few of his friends standing on the edge of a roof, announcing that they’re Kings, and you’re by his side, smiling and waving at the person taking the photograph. He manages to get himself injured pulling a stunt at a friend’s house party, but you’re in the back of some influencer’s vlog, straddling his lap with tissues in your hand, him holding you secure as you clean up the scrape on his forehead; it’s kind of sickening how in love he looks, as he watches the way you concentrate. When you notice his expression, your own softens, and you lean in to give him a kiss. 

And so you start to make sense, but people still ask why.

So when asked, you tell people that you support each other, and challenge each other, and yeah, that’s absolutely why you’re together, but it’s not the whole reason as to why you make sense.

Because no-one sees the way you hook your finger into his belt loop at the back of his pants at the house party, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades, and he knows exactly what that means. He’s quick to make some flimsy excuse to leave as you step into place by his side, which everyone he’s speaking to immediately sees through. You play at being flustered, tucking your embarrassed expression against him as he slings his arm around your shoulders, and calls an Uber.

The drive back to his place has you both on edge with anticipation, his hands all over you in the back of the car while you try to hold a civil conversation with the driver. It’s killing you not to give in, but you know it’s worth it. 

“You’re such an idiot!” You announced, grinning from ear to ear the moment you get into the house, before the door’s even closed, and he slams it shut to press you against it. Kissing him feels like a cathartic release, but after a moment you shove him back, loudly admonishing him for taking part of a stunt that got him hurt.

“You could have been seriously hurt!” You keep poking him in the chest to punctuate your words, and he steps back each time, expression alight, pupils blown wide. He keeps reaching out, as if to touch you, to snag your clothes, like it’s a game when you smack his hand back every time. 

“Got a gnarly cut though,” he pointed out, as his ass hits the kitchen island. His legs open, making space for you, and you step into it.

“Gnarly cut,” you murmur, tone surprisingly derisive, and you reach up to push his hair back from his forehead. His head tips back, leaning into your touch, the look on his face almost dreamy even as you’ve got a hand on his hips, pushing him back on the counter. 

Then you’re in his lap on the counter, hand fisted in his hair, lips on his neck, leaving bruises and bite marks. He’s trying to get you naked, efficient and desperate, but the moment he gets your shirt off, you push the fruit bowl behind him onto the floor, and push him back against the granite countertop. 

“You were worried about me,” he smirks up at you, admiring you with your hands planted either side of his head. 

“Because you don’t worry about your damn self!”

“Ooh, breaking out damn tonight? Must be serious,” he teased, deliberately riling you up; he loved this side of you just as much as the sweetness. Instead of responding, you reach up under his shirt and rake your nails harshly down his chest and stomach, delighting in the way he arched up at the sudden sensation, eyes falling closed. 

With one hand still flat against his belly, the other comes up to cup his jaw, gentle at first, before your fingers move to caress his throat, and you press yourself against him. 

“If you get yourself killed, I’ll kick your ass,” you whisper, lips inches from his as you press firmer against his throat. He grins, and sighs, the sound content and syrupy and so fucking into it, leaning up, to meet your lips with his, to feel the pressure on his neck just a little more.

And you bite, and you scratch, and you ride him on the kitchen island. The location is new, but the situation isn’t; once he’d discovered the righteous, sexual fury you’d been bottling up, he’d been more than happy to let you unleash it on him. Not to say that he didn’t give as good as he got; there’s been several times he’s had you swearing a blue streak, seeing stars, desperate and blissed out in equal measure.

But then there’s your dominant moments, the mean streak, and the teasing, the sting of your nails and your teeth and the way you push him around, into the mattress, against the wall without hesitation, and that he covets. No-one else is allowed to see you like that. To be tied up or blindfolded or or punished or pushed around, at your mercy, it’s as close to Heaven as he’s ever felt on Earth, because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that your heart is kind, that you’d never really hurt him in a way he wouldn’t like.

You make him feel safe.

And it’s not just the sex, you’re never dismissive of ideas or suggestions, seemingly always ready to help if he ever needs it, rather than judgmental. It makes him want to be there for you too. 

He wants to be better for you.

Which is kind of terrifying to consider.

“I love you,” he tells you in the shower, in the afterglow, soft, pausing where he had been washing your back where you couldn’t reach. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he felt like he needed you to hear them.

“Love you too,” you say around a yawn, though the words are as genuine as they’d always been coming from you, and you lean back against him, leaning your head against his cheek in a moment of quiet intimacy. You try to kiss him like this, but turns your face directly into the shower, and end up spluttering and breaking the moment.

Colson chuckles softly, stepping back and pulling you with him, out of the stream of water and into his arms so he could kiss you properly. You’re still giggling as you’re wiping the water from your eyes, looking at him with fond adoration. When you settle your arms around him, you quiet down and bask in the moment, his forehead coming to rest against yours, warm and safe in his embrace, sensing that, in that moment, he felt the exact same way.

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

Sorry I hope it’s okay to ask and talk about these things. I get anxiety so I’ve looked up groups for lgbt and I think I’d be too scared to go because Idk the people. My friend did send me some videos when I made that post and they were helpful. They said they know some nonbinary people who felt the same as me. idk their friends though (Im not that close to this person) and it’s easier to ask lgbt blogs than people idk irl if that makes sense. Their friends aren’t asking to help others

Also I did actually try it out on my tumblr I wrote nonbinary in my bio and it made me feel really good and happy. So I guess that’s a sign maybe? I suppose because I don’t feel like awful if someone says Im a girl even though I do for some part still identify as a woman. I dont feel wholly like one. Damn I wish I gave off a nonbinary aura or something. If I dress masculine then ppl will just think Im a butch lesbian and I don’t want that because I’m not and I don’t want to invade their spaces

Sorry for taking up your time so much. your advice is helpful honestly! It feels good to get it off my chest. I know you’re a bi blog so I apologise for asking something unrelated. If only they taught us this stuff. I often used to feel like I was only a girl because society told me I was and that was all I could be back before I knew different. Maybe it was always there. i just didn’t understand why I didn’t feel like other girls when I was younger but now I do know why

It’s fine to ask these questions and we try to help as much as we can, even if it’s not connected to bisexuality. (Just a little tip that’ll make it easier if you send in multiple-part message; it’d be great if you put something like “part 1″, “part 2″ and so on in front of each part and “last part” in front of the last one so we know when the message is complete.)

The fact that putting “non-binary” in your tumblr bio made you happy is a huuuuge sign, yes. It just shows that you’re comfortable with that label if it’s in a safe space where people are accepting and open-minded. It’s important to find these spaces in the offline world as well. I understand the fear of going to actual meet-ups. I was terrified before going to my first bi meet-up but it was the best thing I could’ve done and immensely helped to unlearn my own internalised biphobia.

There will probably always be people who misinterprete your gender. But that’s not because you are doing something wrong but because people aren’t educated enough on these things. There’s people who think there are only two genders not because they are malicious but simply because they do not know better and nobody ever taught them. You shouldn’t let that restrict you. Be yourself and if you feel like it (and if the situation is safe to do so) then you can educate people. Other than that, someone else’s false assumption doesn’t change who you truly are. They can think whatever the fuck they want - you are still who you want to be.

Maddie

[somnusvincitomnia]

munday meme!

Name: B! 

Prefered pronouns: he/him!

Selectivity: extremely, whoops. i’m a kind of finicky writer, so if I’m not feeling it it just Doesn’t Happen. OOC i’m friendly and like talking, so not wanting to rp together is never an indicator that i dislike you or we can’t be ooc buds- I just get fairly picky and only write with people whose style meshes well with mine.

Favorite animal: rats!!!

Favorite muse you’ve had so far ever: it’s probably a toss-up between Will Graham from Hannibal and Reigen Arataka from mp100. Will was a really strong character that challenged my writing and made me pick up lyricality and character voice as traits. Reigen was just really FUN and coming up with the wild shit he’d say always challenged me to be fun and funny.

Muse you kinda wanna pick up: I’ve high key thought about one of the FFXV ladies (probably Cindy or Sania) but unfortunately I’m too busy to run one blog as well as I want, let alone two.

Most identifiable fictional character: I think I identify most with Reigen Arataka. He’s got the whole milennial experience down- 28 years old, no social life or money, fake it till you make it, most marketable job skill is “if i don’t know how to do it yet, give me 10 minutes and google”. I think a lot of his behaviors mirror mine, too, as far as talking with his hands, fidgeting, his facial expressions etc. 

What color your aura is/think it is: Probably some variety of blue or aqua? Cyan, maybe. 

Personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, Hogwarts house, etc be as specific as you want!): I’m a Saggitarius and Chinese Zodiac Horse, so.... Horse Mc.Horsehorse. Also Slytherin and INTJ. All of which sound pretty bad in combination (flighty, no sense of commitment, social climber and logic above emotion) but I’d say while they’re spot on, I try to be pretty cool.

Do you think you’re a good driver: lol I can’t actually drive. Literally do not know how. 

Favorite minor discourse (pinapple on pizza, what color is the dress, etc): I like coleslaw discourse but as a southerner that lives in a BBQ city where coleslaw is a Staple of our diet, I just cannot abide by hatred of it. Come eat it with pork bbq and THEN decide. 

Favorite vine and/or meme: Gimme you facking maney, also the mispronounced food meme ruined my life because i say those things now

Why did you choose this muse: Noctis is a really interesting character that I don’t think is actually many people’s favorite of the chocobros? I definitely know Prompto is the Big Favorite, and that Ignis is second fave after Episode Ignis, but Noctis really stuck out to me. His character arc is about accepting sacrifice, and not running away from your problems anymore, and repaying the friends that have been willing to lay down their lives for him since day one. 

That, and I relate to him in some ways! Noctis 100% completely reads as a depressed character to me, and depression is such a major part of my life that I sort of find myself drawn to discussing and exploring it via rp. Likewise, I read him as disabled and with chronic pain, and that’s a major part of my partner’s life, so.... Idk, a lot of things about him are very close to home and I care about him so much ;v;

Favorite rp memory: there are quite a few, aaa.... for OOC it’s definitely the times I’ve gotten to meet RP partners IRL. IC.... I think maybe the time totus and i were up at three in the morning and both of us had a lightbulb moment about how to save a character. Just aggressively texting at each other OH SHIT, FILM, IS FLAMMABLE, THERE ARE MILES OF FILM AND HE’S CARRYING A TORCH, AAAAA I think I also love the time on my Will blog that I wrote a ship marriage verse.... only for totus and I to write a messy, painful divorce and get all kinds of messages from people who were reading our threads and in a g o n y  over what we did :-) 

Favorite thing you’ve written, in rp or not: I think The Monstrosity! It’s an UTRP rp/fic we published a few years back. It’s pretty long, and I won’t link it because... well.... undertale..... but I adore that we (totus and i) sat down, wrote together and came up with a story with a clear beginning, middle and end and a character arc and themes and everything. I don’t usually write like I’m writing fiction- and even with that one, it was a happy accident, but it feels nice to have made something that people read and interacted with like a piece of fiction!

A line/lyrics/quote/etc you like or that means a lot to you: “Despite everything, it’s still you.” Also “I’ll eat you whole, I love you so.” 

Give a shout-out to someone: @ravusnightblossom was one of the first people to drop by and just give me a friendly welcome to this rpc and fandom and has continued to be one of the sweetest, most welcoming people and a fantastic rper to boot <3 thank youuuuuu for being rad!

Tagged by: @liibertus Tagging: im so bad at tagging people, please steal it!

[pyrrhe]

Another Munday Prompt Except This Was Made On a Sunday Because I’m a Rebel

Remember to repost, not reblog!

Name: ramiel/rami

Prefered pronouns: she/her or he/him

Selectivity: i’m selective because this is my hobby and comfort space! i support it and reserve the right to keep it fun and safe. that said i do also support anyone who wants to block me for their comfort

Favorite animal: dragons and cats.

Favorite muse you’ve had so far ever: UMM.... shouto’s up there but my fave is and always will be @ikisats. horrible truth gremlin deity child. ive written it for about four years on and off so ofc its my fave.

Muse you kinda wanna pick up: jupiter from wktd but there is no fandom for that. cries.

Most identifiable fictional character: shouto, mikan tsumiki (who has the same Tragic Backstory as me h elp) and asuka langley soryu. also hollyleaf from warrior cats iufhfdsihfsiu

What color your aura is/think it is: blue or red!

Personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, Hogwarts house, etc be as specific as you want!): mbti is my Jam i love it. also dnd alignments

Do you think you’re a good driver: i don’t have my license yet bcs ive been.... busy this year and im a mess 

Favorite minor discourse (pineapple on pizza, what color is the dress, etc): crocs. just crocs.

Favorite vine and/or meme: this for the vine and begone thot in all its pure iterations for the meme

Why did you choose this muse: i love shouto and hes really relatable to me and i just. wanted to put my spin on him. this is also secretly a vent blog shhhhhhhh

Favorite rp memory: once me and two other rpers reenacted frozen in one thread with our muses. it was wild.

Favorite thing you’ve written, in rp or not: this fic im so proud of it

A line/lyrics/quote/etc you like or that means a lot to you: anything margret atwood has written. specifically morning in the burned house my fave poem ever

Give a shout-out to someone: @tsplash !!!!!!!!!!! a good friend and an excellent tsuyu. scuttles.

Tagged by: stolen from the dash.

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it. just say i tagged you <3

[aplaceforthesoul]

hi! im having a bit of an identity crisis that’s less of a crisis and more of a state of general wishy-washy-ness

i (currently) identify as a lesbian. i started out as lesbian but i tried out bi and queer when i thought that i was romantically interested in this trans guy i met but as much as i liked him i really didn’t want to do anything that you’d expect of a romantic relationship and i wasn’t a fan of labelling myself as bi or queer either

i just feel most like my true self when i call myself a lesbian

but as much as i’ve come to learn that im not attracted to men, both cis men and trans men, i still notice that i heavily gravitate towards straight trans men, just to like be in their presence

now i cant tell if it’s cause it’s like a birds of a feather situation where i tend to just have a ton in common in terms of understanding being forced to wear dresses as a child while feeling very masculine, or that im just jealous of their masculine fashion sense and general aura, or that im a trans man with fourth dimensional denial or something

now if the fourth dimensional thing is true, i still dont think i’d want to *do* anything in terms of transitioning… like as much as i think it would be really cool to have a smooth chest to walk around shirtless or wear muscle shirts without a bra or just sleep on my stomach without boob pain, i don’t actually want to have top surgery

and it’s not like i have a large chest either, i only wear sports bras and they work about as good as a binder for half the price

but i do have moments where i look in the mirror and dont recognize myself, especially when my hair gets too long

but i also have moments where i look in the mirror where i love how i look, wish to grow my hair out, and question why i don’t wear that dress my mom bought me years ago

i know finding a support group would be best for all this, but most of the members of the lgbt+ friend group that im sort of in with and sort of out of used to tease me heavily for identifying as straight when i did, so i dont trust them with anything that could be perceived as a vulnerability

so sharing my feelings with people that i know in real life who are possibly going through the same stuff im going through that are nice to me (but are very close friends with the people who teased me to tears) is a big no no

talking to my parents is also not an option at this time

i just dont really know what to do, who to ask, or even what to google to find articles written by people with similar experiences

i like being in control of my life and my identity and i feel like my self-perception is melting

please help, or at least point me in a better direction about where to start with all this

I personally think we place far too much stock in labels and pigeonholing ourselves for the sake of ‘having an identity’ and all it does it stress us out further. So I’ve known I’m attracted to more than one gender and have done since high school - but I’ve never been one for labelling it more than “I like who I like”. Also I didn’t really realise that I identify as non-binary until very recently. I’ve just never really bothered with labels - I like what I like, I am who I am. Obviously, if someone has asked me about my sexuality or my gender, I’m kind of forced to label things. But for me personally, I don’t see the need to put a huge sticker on every aspect of myself.

Obviously, some people are like “I’m trans. I’m this/that” and they know exactly who they are and take comfort in having figured themselves out - and power to them! - but I also see life as a journey. And as long as you’re living authentically for yourself in the moment - then that’s all that matters. To me, it sounds like you’re so focussed on figuring it out, you’re just confusing yourself further. Wanting to be around trans men doesn’t make you one yourself - I also would suggest you investigate further why you’re so drawn to them, that perhaps you’re inadvertently (for lack of a better word) fetishising them?

Because perhaps you’re drawn to masculine people/clothing. I don’t mean that in a sexual way but it seems like you’re obsessed with masculine transmen for a reason. Maybe because you’re repressing things from your youth or even the opposite - that you finally get to dress as masculine as you want and you’re drawn to others with the same energy.

My point is, you can get to 31 years old like I did and realise something about yourself that you hadn’t ever really expected. You have time to figure yourself out. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself to be anything specific. Some people don’t transition until later in life, some people don’t realise they feel more comfortable with the non-binary label until they’re in their 30s...your journey is just starting.

But finding a support group and hearing from different people would be a good thing. Look for stuff in your area, there might be people who you haven’t met yet who you can speak to without fear of being judged. You’re not not in control by not having every little thing figured out yet. You have time to figure things out. The more life you experience, the more you actually get to know yourself.

Also there’s more to being trans than styling your hair a specific way or wearing specifically gendered clothes. Gender is so layered and varied and everyone expresses their own gender or even lack of gender, in different ways. I think you need time to get to know yourself better, figure out why this is something that you’re obsessing over and where it’s come from. What is triggering these feelings. I suggest finding a support group and maybe even consider talking to a therapist about these feelings. Best of luck to you!

- Bonnie

[deartwice]

when they’re jealous • nayeon

scenario. when they’re jealous (series) feat. nayeon pairing. twice x you (girl x girl)

For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Im Nayeon let out a sharp sigh. It was small and rushed, nearly unnoticeable to everyone else, but you knew your girlfriend well enough to know that it was a tell-tale sign of her notorious short fuse reaching it’s end.

As the arm that she linked with yours shuffled once more in an annoyed manner, all you could really do was smile and pretend that you didn’t notice; after all, it was your friend’s celebration party for landing their first movie role, and it would be rude to ruin the atmosphere.

“I’m really happy for you, Sohyun,” you commented genuinely at the brown-haired bubbly girl in front of you. Sohyun was a great friend of yours, and you knew how hard she worked to try and achieve her dreams of being an actress. “I can’t believe you’re finally going to be on the big screen!”

“A lot of it is because of you, you know,” Sohyun giggled.

You could feel Nayeon’s grip on your arm tighten as you blinked, thoroughly confused by her words. “Because of me?” you repeated.

Sohyun nodded enthusiastically, the charming eye-smile that she was known for spreading widely across her face. “Mmhm! Of course! Those late nights after a long day of acting classes, there were times I felt like giving up... but you were always so encouraging. You really made me feel like I could do it!” She giggled again, playfully reaching forward and nudging your shoulder.

You didn’t notice it then, but the glare that Nayeon had sent her the moment she touched you would’ve been enough to melt (at least) ten blocks of ice. What you did notice, however, was that Nayeon’s grip had tightened even more, enough to make you wince. “O-oh? I’m really glad I could help then,” you replied with a light laugh, trying to alleviate the unhappy aura that was radiating from Nayeon’s direction. “Anything for a friend!”

“You’re really lucky to have someone like her, Nayeon-sshi,” Sohyun commented, that smile still on her face.

“Oh... thanks. I know,” Nayeon replied, in a sharp tone that you knew very well.

You could feel your cheeks warming up at the situation and the compliment, and you only hoped that the short, tense silence that fell between the three of you afterwards wasn’t too awkward. Either she hadn’t noticed or chose to ignore it, Sohyun thanked you two for coming with a smile before bowing politely and moving on to the next group of guests.

Nayeon watched her back as she walked away, that familiar scowl forming on her face as she did so. Though most of the time the scowl was unintentional towards people she didn’t know very well, you’d grown to be able to identify when she actually didn’t exactly favor someone over time.

“Did you really have to be that way?” you asked with a small sigh.

“Of course!”

And there was the explosion you’d been waiting for.

“I can’t believe she had the nerve to flirt with you right in front of my very eyes! Who does she think she is?” Nayeon ranted and walked ahead of you, slipping her arm from yours and moving them as she spoke. She suddenly stopped and spun on her heels, her long, honey brown hair whirling and smelling faintly of the flower perfume you bought her for her birthday last year.

“And you!” Her eyes narrowed, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Me?” You blinked, surprised.

“Yes, you!”

“Why are you upset at me? What did I do?”

And though she was obviously trying to be serious, it was hard to hold back a smile at how cute she was when she got like this. Even though you’d never purposely want to make her jealous, you had to admit that it meant a lot to you to know that she still felt so strongly about you.

Since her schedule was always so busy and you had your own studies to worry about, it was difficult at times to truly express how much you meant to each other in the ways that you both wanted to.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch on to what was happening,” she huffed.

Nayeon folded her arms across her chest, bottom lip jutting outwards slightly in a dissatisfied, almost childlike pout that nearly made you giggle. “You loved the attention she was giving you! She was talking about how you’d always talk to her so late at night and things like that... You guys must talk a lot! Behind my back!”

You sighed quietly, ignoring the fiery look in her eyes, as you brought your hands to her arms and slowly began unfolding them from their crossed position over her chest. Nayeon watched, allowing you to do so as you ran your hands down to her wrists, interlacing your fingers with hers.

“My silly Nayeonie,” A smile spread across your face as it always did whenever you said her name.

Your interlocked hands swayed back and forth slightly, your fingers brushing softly over hers as you spoke. “We talk, yes, but not in the ways that you’re suggesting. She’s a good friend... but nothing more. So there’s nothing to be jealous about, okay?” Your words were honest, and though she still seemed a little indignant, her silence told you that she was giving in.

“The only attention that I want is yours.”

Your eyes locked with hers and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the way her cheeks were beginning to glow a light scarlet. As you leaned in forwards, you could feel her tremble slightly at how close your faces were, and you couldn’t help but smile widely.

“And if I’m honest... I think I’m the lucky one to have you.”

“I... you...” Nayeon was suddenly stuttering, her cheeks glowing, as her fiery demeanor from before fizzled out to an almost childlike shyness.

She looked down, her long eyelashes fluttering against the milkiness of her skin. “...aish, you’re so cheesy sometimes, you know that?” she muttered, though something in her voice told you that she enjoyed hearing those kind of things just as much as you did.

“Only for my Nayeonie...” You tried as hard as you could to make it sound cute, laughing at the displeased noise she made afterwards and the way her cheeks began to flush even more. “...by the way, you’re cute when you’re jealous!”

“Aishh, stop it already!~”

a/n: ta-da! posting my very first story, now that i have time!~ hehe ;w; i’ll probably be going in order by age, and so far i only have nayeon and jeongyeon done! hopefully since it’s the holidays i’ll be able to get through the rest of the girls too ;w; and hopefully it was too bad ahhhhsdfksfldsglfd;;;

[inkbits]

quiet

platonic!kirugon//modern au

1233 words

summary: gon was just too curious and easily distracted

note: idk what this is, i did not have the slightest idea of what to write i just wrote and then this happened. also not edited. lapslock not for aesthetic but bc im actually lazy

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the light struck his periphery in quick flashes, alerting him of something someone nearby.

– 

the light struck his periphery in quick flashes, alerting him of something someone nearby. a clicking sound going off continuously with small grunts on the side. looking back at his research methodologies book, gon decided that that finding the source of his distraction would be more productive than trying to memorize quantitative data analysis reports. the topic was useless, his class was useless.

with an air of resignation, he propped himself up from where he was sitting on the bench close to the bushes to pack his books and notes. his muscles and joints cried after the unexpected movement, not used to sitting down for prolonged moments. in fact, he learnt better when his body was actually doing something related to the subject instead of shoving academic jargon down his brain for it to only work during exams period. damn his short, selective memory.

gon remembered that he was reading his boring book for a reason, he had midterms coming up. without knowing, he sighed heavily with his eyes closed. thinking about all the cramming he would have to do just hours before the exam because his brain did not retain info–

click

abruptly opening his eyes, he turned his head around looking for the source of the sound, too fast he got whiplash. when he jerked his neck to the left, his grip on the bench lost strength and he fell down his butt kissing the wooden planks unceremoniously.

click 

“hey!” he yelled back. his eyes traveled to a tall, slender silhouette whose face was being darkened by the warm sunset light behind them.

squinting his eyes, gon tried to identify the culprit who disturbed his really boring studying session. honestly though, he silently appreciated the excuse to stop boring holes at thick, uninteresting business book pages. damn that book was boring. soon after recollecting his thoughts, his brain went back as to why he yelled in the first place and his face produced an irritated expression, black eyebrows furrowing in mild annoyance. 

“hey!” gon put his hands on his hips to accentuate his fake anger. more than anything, he was subconsciously (or maybe intentionally) procrastinating. 

“can you tell me what is that clicking sound? it’s a bit distracting” he asked, voice carrying a curious rather than annoyed undertone, cocking his eyebrow slightly.

the figure, hiding under the shadow casted from the canopy as a product of the bright warm light, walked closer to him a few steps. gon regarded him with a dubious yet intrigued look, if he was going to procrastinate he might as well find out what the other was doing there. after a few seconds, gon saw something black glinting in the other’s hands. just because he was curious and the reading so boring, he decided to kill time by trying to converse with the other. he liked making friends anyway. as if on cue, a chill breeze hit his face making him break from his own thoughts. as if the september weather was encouraging him to continue. with resolution in his steps, gon walked closer to the other, his black boots crumpling the dry leaves on his way. the closer he got, the more features he identified on the other. apparently, albeit unfair, the other was taller, wearing a plaid shirt and holding a camera on his hands hoisted by the black leash around his neck. there was nothing else besides the camera.

then his brain put two and two together, “are you taking pictures of me?”. the other person only looked straight at his eyes as if he was unsure whether to respond or not. the proximity allowed gon to observe that the other had lighter skin, clear teal eyes, and his sharp face was framed nicely by his black glasses. waiting for the other to respond, he lowered his gaze to his slender hands. gon opened his eyes slowly, seeing how the other had nimble fingers fidgeting with the camera leash. maybe gon was not the best conversationalist, but he was really good at reading body language. 

naturally taking a step back as if not to step on the other’s personal space, he glanced back at his face and asked in a calmer tone, “are you a photography major?”. the other nodded languidly, progress!

“is this for an assignment?” 

nod

“what’s your assignment?” 

a moment of silence followed, gon patiently waiting for a nod or a head shake, but the other just looked down, eyes shifting nervously hand coming up to tussle his light hair choppily. sensing the shift in the atmosphere, gon quickly moved his lips upwards to show a reassuring smile his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. he coughed, as if to change topic, “my name is gon. what’s yours?” he extended his hand to the other. the other person looked at the hand reluctantly, his expression displaying he was unsure on shaking it or not. 

to not make things more awkward, gon was about to retract his hand when he felt his hand being grabbed and tugged. instead of feeling his hand shaken, the other moved his hand gingerly, the palm facing up. fingertips starting to trace lines on his palm, and gon was obviously unsure of what was going on. he felt the other’s fingers tracing the same movement 2 times. when realization hit him, his eyes widened and his mouth formed an “o” in understanding. gon prompted the other with a nod to do it again, this time with keen focus on the other’s fingers movements. apparently, he was trying to communicate with him by writing on his hand. he supposed the other didn’t have a pen or phone with him at that moment.

trying to make sense of what the other tried to write, he repeated each letter. 

“k..i..l..l..u…a” 

the other nodded earnestly after gon pronounced the correct letters. gon’s expression automatically brightened after the affirmation.

“killua! your name is killua!” both faces brightened, gon was excited to find the other’s name, it felt like he found the treasure after following the hints of the treasure map. killua was just overjoyed gon took his time to learn his name.

“nice to meet you killua! well, you see–” gon stopped abruptly mid sentence, blinking. he observed how killua’s features changed, his eyes looking straight at him in a bewildered manner and his mouth slightly opened. confusion was swirling in gon’s eyes again, what did i do? did i say something wrong?

but his thoughts were quickly shoved to the back of his mind as killua shook his head, and nodded to him, as if prompting him to continue what he was saying. 

gon just kept talking about what he was doing when he heard the clicking noise—killua lifting his camera to signal it was him—and offered his hand whenever he felt the other wanted to answer. usually people asked him if he could talk and either pestered him about it or left because they didn’t know how to communicate. a lot of people came up to him asking why he took pictures of them but walked away because they got frustrated when they got no answer.

the air started to get colder, but killua still felt warmth. his shoulders relaxing, gon’s aura was just too friendly and welcoming, like the sun brightening the sky during spring. his eyes softened around the edges, he felt, no, he knew he wanted to be gon’s friend. and maybe for a long time, too.