#i realllyyyy want something new though!

[theskeletonrests]

Guys tell me what reptiles you think I should adopt next.

My bearded dragons passed away a few years ago and i havent had the ability to get new babies, but in a couple months i will be able to.

Ive had several Beardies, a chinese water dragon, and a chameleon.

Lemme know what you've had/have and what you like about them!

[cemeteryvalentine]

astro observations part 4 !!! ^____^

(specifically based off my family :3 pleaseee don't get offended at anything that doesn't resonate)

🗝️: one thing about a sag placement, they are gonna hang up FIRST !!! i swear, if anyone misses flip phones, it's a sag placement/dominant. i just know they miss snapping that phone shut in a petty manner LOL. my mom is a sag moon AND rising, and she'd call me and demand me to do something in such a bitchy tone and then hang up on me like girl who tf do u think u areee 😭😭😭😭 LMFAO. but honestly good for her, i love being petty like her.

like i swear i take after my mom because everytime she does that annoying hang up before i can respond thing, i call her again just to say a snarky remark, and hang up on her back!

🐇: i swear, virgo placements have no problem being the grossest people alive, but suddenly it's a problem when someone else does it :/// it's really annoying. my brother has a pigsty of a bedroom, doesn't wash his hand when he pisses unless i make him, and leaves his trash everywhere, but constantly gets on my sister for the same things 😭. like the calls coming from inside the house !!! i think basically, (some) virgos are like picky(?) with what areas they'd want clean. like they're only really comfortable with THEIR mess and no one else's.

🗝️: i love how pisces mercury communicate because it's like what the hel are u awn about 😭 in the NICEST way though :3 they're so kewl and interesting to talk to, plus they're so nice and understanding. maybe because they're water mercuries after all. speaking of, my favorite artist ever kurt cobain was a pisces mercury and it SHOWSSS. a lot of nirvana lyrics feel artistic and metaphoric, or just realllyyyy silly. liiike "angel left wing, right wing, broken wing. lack of iron and or sleeping" from milk it, one of my nirvana faves. and "i vomit C*M and DIARRHEA". like girl whatever that means !!!! (song, mexican seafood)

🐇: mars influence on the asc makes for prominent features. especially eyebrows. my brother has an aries rising and he has such a bad case of RBF. i swear he never looks happy 😭 his virgo sun and cap moon definitely don't help at all either. then im a mars rising and i have big eyebrows like my brother. like we're the only ones with big eyebrows, while our parents brows look invisible LOL. also i'm a virgo rising !! and ppl are always saying i look mad which honestly pisses me off :P so in conclusion, mars influence + virgo placements = major rbf

🗝️: i HATE to add on to the cancer hate train since i'm one myself and i loveee being one + we get soo much hate, but i feel a (unevolvled) cancer makes for the worst pick me girl ever !!!! this def doesn't apply to all cancers, but the few cancer women i know can be so mean to other women so unprovoked. especially my mom, it gives me the ick when she calls random women b*tches or makes fun of them to me for their features or success or soemthing. i used to be a pick me too up until i was like 13 (im soooo happy i grew out of that mess QUICK!). i would constantly strive for male attention, it was embarrassing 😭. ik another girl who values her shitty boyfriend over her (girl) friends and i haaate it. like ive only known a few cancer women, but a lot of them are like the meanest pick me bitch ever, or such a sweeet, caring soul :). i feel like being a pick me stems from cancers being feminine AND traditional. yk? i pray i make sense, but yk how it's traditional for girls to be perfect for her man, and value him no matter the circumstance ?? and cancer/moon being **traditional** ? yeahhh 😭

anywayzzz that's all :3 tyyy for reading !! i had sm making a new observations, considering it's been a year since my last LMFAOO. and again, if it doesn't apply, let it fly. ty bye ^__^

[sabrondabrainrot]

☀️🌟☼🔅

Random Idea but with what I know about current spoilers I have two ideas. One is that Sun will somehow becomes the Witherstorm (I AM BANKING ON THIS) or he's going to be relevant to the Witherstorm of their dimension and be scattered through dimensions.

One of my most favorite series of all time is "Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles" and the crux of that series is they need to put someone back together and to do so, they have to travel to various dimensions to find the missing pieces of the person's soul. I totally see that happening to our Sun? I don't know why.

Even to this day, Sun still hasn't quite opened up about himself. Not to Old Moon, New Moon, Solar, Earth, Lunar, etc etc. I think the most he's been open towards thus far is probably Dazzle ironically?

I'm still getting caught up but I can tell Dazzle actually wants to get to know him so she's asking about him and he's honestly telling her. (also loving how Sun is spending more and more time with the kids in the show, He spends so much time with FC, Dazzle, Jack, etc. It's so wholesome) I'd say Earth and Lunar are in second place of knowing him best but they also still sometimes are kept an arm's length away.

Solution to this? Scatter parts of his 'soul' into the multiverse and make it the family's responsibility to find him! Heck he could even be in a coma the entire time they do this! When they find a Sun fragment they get to see his memories or feel and hear his thoughts.

In Tsubasa the fragments are called 'feathers' and they can warp reality, break time and space, or even gain sentience. I think it'd be so neat if one of the fragments of Sun became Dark Sun but I know it's not likely.

"I am doing this for Sun, Because I am Sun" vibes

Just an Idea but it'd be so cool if it happens!

My second Idea, has to do with a sketch I did a bit ago (still working on more sketches for it) but basically I know Sun's currently gathering power. He's a fighter and wants to help! His family is still keeping him away from the action though. It's not malicious and comes from them wanting to protect him but it's going to ultimately leave him more vulnerable and a target.

Dark Sun I know is tampering with dark energies, he's raising a dragon? He's associating more and more with Witherstorm energy and he still hasn't quite confessed what his motive/plan is besides the fact this is "all for Sun"

So wouldn't this mean Sun is going to ultimately becomes a Witherstorm? It's what the creator studies and the one of the main dimension is different from others so who's to say our Sun and Moon aren't also built different with different fates?

Creator created something specifically just to torture and wear Sun down but when you think of it, that's also what Old Moon was until they split. I don't think that was the intention but the fact Old Moon just decided to point blank torture Sun? Sus, like it was meant to happen.

Dark Sun I think needs Sun to be his pet Witherstorm, and he's maybe planning to use Nexus to make that happen? I just got to the point in the series where he just picked up New Moon from space and took a chip out of his brain. Bruh...he needs him but won't say for what.

I love it. Dark Sun my beloved what are you evil little plans <3

Hoping Sun doesn't fall into a Coma but it'd be so sexy of him aha~

I really like when Sun spends time with Earth and Lunar too it'd be so cool if they have an adventure to save him.

BTW I've been listening to Aurora's song "The Seed" and it literally gave me a big brain AU idea for tsams but idk if I should try to write it.

I really hope Sun ascends to some kind of God-hood like being especially involving destructive energy like Witherstorm stuff. It'd be so neat and sad if one of the nicest people ever became the ultimate judge, jury, and executioner-like being. It's especially ironic since Nexus/New Moon can't decide what's real anymore and just decided to frick off and become God so it'd be realllyyyy funny if Sun was the one to become a reality altering being.

I'm just Madoka-ifying Sun at this point

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly. 

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school. 

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation. 

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training. 

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face. 

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her. 

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet. 

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least. 

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen. 

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers. 

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again. 

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her. 

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you. 

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.” 

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit. 

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.” 

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!” 

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends. 

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all  you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you. 

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared. 

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm. 

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door. 

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks. 

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are. 

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh. 

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know. 

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober. 

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you. 

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.” 

“Right, sounds good.” 

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side. 

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway. 

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies. 

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist. 

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door. 

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door. 

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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[moonstruckpupwrites]

piercing pandemonium | one-shot

swapfell papyrus x reader

content warnings: suggestive situation, piercing biting, needles mentioned, cursing

author's note: THIS IS SO FUKCING STUPID AND SELF INDULGENT and also admittedly not my best work. i banged this out in a few days because i needed to practice getting back into writing and wanted to make something short with rusty <3

“c'monnn,” Rusty poked at your cheek with a phalange, trying to get you to look up from your phone to acknowledge him. You just batted his hand away lightly.

“Noooo,” you replied, giggling, then, more sternly, “no, Rus, I already told you, even I'm not really supposed to touch them.” Rusty dramatically groaned in response and rolled off his messy bed onto his equally messy floor.

When sweet silence filled the room once more, you finally looked up from the screen in your hand with a sort of dry amusement.

“You done?” 

“sighhhh…i guess…” Papyrus relented, drawing circles into the fluffy carpet with his long finger bones mournfully. If a skeleton could stick out their bottom lip and pout, you were certain he'd be doing just that.

After a moment of peace, though, he was back at it again, placing a hand on your knee to try and keep your attention on him and off your screen for just a moment longer.

 “what if i just touch them a little bit?”

You exhaled hard through your nose, trying to cover up your laugh at your friend's antics.

The topic of discussion: your new lip piercings and how badly Rusty wanted to prod at them. Why he wanted to do so so badly, you couldn't begin to pretend to understand.

Probably just because he's been told he shouldn't.

“Why do you even want to touch them anyways?” you finally decided to ask, voice slightly exasperated, “my lips are still bruised up AND they're crusty. It's kind of nasty, man.”

Rusty shrugged in return, an impish grin spreading across his face.

…Who were you kidding, it was definitely because he'd been told he shouldn't.

Now, it wasn't that you were exactly against letting Rusty touch your piercings, you just knew in the logical parts of your brain that it probably wasn't a smart, advisable idea. Your piercer had drilled into your head that you were supposed to keep them clean, and part of that was probably not allowing any curious skeletons to touch them.

But the other part of your brain, the part that realllyyyy liked the thought of the monster in front of you fawning over your new jewelry, had other plans.

“...Okay.”

Rusty sat up straight and looked up at you from his place on the floor with a growing grin on his skull. He looked like he had just been told that he had won the lottery.

“...really?”

“Really.”

“...you sure??”

“I'm sure.”

Rusty let out an excited little whoop before tossing his gangly arms around your waist and burying his head in your stomach. 

“thank youuuuuuuuuuu!”

You patted the top of his skull gently, rolling your eyes good naturedly at his dramatics.

“Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, you weirdo.”

Rusty waggled his bonebrow at you as he maneuvered himself to re-take his place next to you on his bed.

“you love it!”

“I love you,” you corrected, making to flick the side of the skeleton’s head, only for his hand to reach up and catch yours before it could reach its destination.

“i love you too,” Rusty sing songed back, clutching your hand to his chest and pretending to swoon, “now sit still and let me finger you!”

You barked out a laugh, caught off guard by Papyrus' choice of words.

“Okay, okay!” you snorted, trying to recover from your initial surprise, turning more to fully face Rusty and crossing your legs on the bed in front of you. “Poke away! But please, be gentle!”

“i will, i will,” the skeleton assured while chuckling, reaching his hands up to cup your face. “...or will i?” You shot him a look that must have screamed “you fucking better” because the tenderness with which he cradled your jaw left you pleasantly surprised.

You could feel your cheeks heating up as the soft fabric of your buddy’s gloves and hard bone of his phalanges held you with an unexpected gentleness. A silence fell over the room as his eye lights flickered from one piercing to the other, taking in the sight of the silver metal against your skin.

“...Are you going to do it or are you just going to sit there and stare all day?” you asked after what felt like an eternity.

He squeezed your face a little, forcing your lips to pucker and effectively silencing you.

“‘m just admirin’,” he hummed, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Your lips twitched into a shy smile at that, unsure of how to respond.

After another minute or so of “admirin'”, he took his thumb and gently, gently ran it over one of the piercings decorating your bottom lip. When you looked up into his eye lights, you could see that they'd grown fuzzy around the edges. Funny. You'd never seen them do that before.

“cool,” he said absentmindedly, not really directing it at you. Your breath hitched in discomfort when he pressed down on the piercing a little, testing the give of it on your skin.

“Ow, Rus, remember? Fresh piercing?” The skeleton in front of you at least had the good sense to look mildly embarrassed, zygomatic bones coloring a rusty (haha) reddish-orange as his eyelight snapped back into focus.

“nyeh heh…right…m’sorry, dude.” He continued to run his thumb over the jewelry (though more carefully this time) before moving on to the center of your slightly cracked and swollen lips. He clicked his tongue sympathetically.

“does it hurt a lot?”

You would have shaken your head if it hadn't been cupped in his two hands but you settled for a little “eh” instead.

“It hurt a lot when the needles were going through and when they were putting the jewelry in but now it's mostly just sore.”

Rusty nodded at that, a far off look on his face. You knew that look. He was thinking about something.

Hard.

That could be dangerous.

“What.”

He snapped to attention and looked at you quizzically, still holding your face like one might cradle a baby bird that has fallen from its nest.

“what what?”

“What were you thinking about, bonehead? I could practically smell the smoke.”

He snorted at the ribbing (HA. Ribs.) and faced you with a lopsided smirk on his face.

Uh oh.

“can i kiss you?”

You looked up at him, more than a little shocked, not quite believing the words that had come out of his mouth.

“Run that one by me again?”

“to see how they feel,” he continued, as if it would explain the out of the blue question. You darted your eyes around the room in bewilderment, as if searching for someone to jump out from the closet and shout at you that you'd just been crazy epically pranked or some shit.

Papyrus. Wanted to kiss you??

“...Why would you want to do that?” You managed to reply, voice coming out more taken aback than you meant for it to.

Almost immediately, Rusty let go of your face, like the heat rising to your cheeks had literally burned him. 

He let out a nervous laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. The lopsided smirk dropped from his skull, replaced by a shy, barely there smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, like he realized maybe his request was pushing it too far.

“i dunno. sorry. just curious.”

You frowned at his response. It felt odd hearing your normally talkative friend fall back into his old, shortened speech patterns from when you'd first met.

“Nah, man, don't be sorry, I just,” you struggled to find the words in your flustered state, “I guess I just wasn't expecting it is all.” Rusty leaned back on his hands, putting some distance between the two of you, almost as if he was scared of making you uncomfortable with his close proximity.

“we don't, like, have to,” he shrugged, trying to play his question off.

This fuckin guy.

“I know,” you replied, biting the inside of your cheek in thought, “But we could?”

Papyrus raised a bone brow at you, sharply inhaling (could skeletons inhale?) through his nose in surprise.

“...yeah?” he asked, tilting his head at you hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd be, uh, cool with that.”

“...ya just seem real nice and soft and warm and-” you put a hand up to cut his rambling off before you could start to get second hand embarrassed from him saying too much.

“Relax, dude, I already said you could. You don't have to convince me.”

“and you're really sure. like you're actually -”

“I'm actually sure that I want you to kiss me, Papyrus.”

He rocked back and forth a bit to work out his nerves, that dopey grin you are more accustomed to slowly returning to his skull. The corners of his eye sockets crinkled up in a way that only a skeleton monster's magical bones could.

“...okay, so like, do i just do it?”

Oh my God.

“Oh my God.”

“right, right, well, uh, okay! pucker up, buttercup!” He cringed at his own phrasing as soon as the words left his mouth, causing you to break into giggles at his ‘just drank spoiled milk’ expression.

He apparently decided to silence your mocking laughter by pressing his teeth to your lips in one quick, slightly rough action. His bones clicked slightly against your piercings and a little zap of magic that felt like static electricity rushed along your bruised lips.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, predictable pain from your fresh piercings shooting up into the rest of your face at Rusty's actions. You nearly pulled back, ready to end the kiss early, when you felt something warm and wet glide soothingly over your lips as if in apology.

His fucking tongue.

More sparks of magic ran through your face as the soft muscle ran over the metal of your jewelry, toying with the balls that sat flushed with your skin.

Weirdo.

Whatever. It's not like it felt bad. You just hadn't expected tongue. Like, you knew he had one, he had this habit of sticking it out when he was really concentrating on something, but you hadn't expected the feeling of it. Warm and wet and absolutely buzzing with magical intent. 

…Not that you could super clearly understand intent (though with Papyrus’ help, you were starting to get better at it), but with it in direct contact with you, you could get a pretty good idea of what was meant by the action.

Soothing/comfort/care.

Aw.

The sharp pain in your lips slowly started to become nothing more than a dull ache as Rusty continued to kiss you. Ah what the hell. You were already smoochin’ your best friend, might as well make it a full on make out sesh. 

You parted your lips slightly to allow him entrance which he accepted gratefully, a pleased rumble starting in his chest at the invitation. 

Oh man, that was a good sound. 

You could feel your breathing start to get heavier and a warmth begin to form deep in your stomach the longer the two of you went at it. 

One of his hands dropped from your cheek to rest on your waist, running his thumb along the sliver of exposed skin between the waistband of your jeans and where your t-shirt hem rode up your hip. Your breath caught in your throat at the cool sensation of bones on warm skin and you absent-mindedly let out a surprised little hum.

You heard him huff a little laugh out of his nose and continue his hand’s path up your shirt to run soothingly along your spine. You shuddered at the action, arching your back instinctively to bring your body closer to his. You fleetingly wondered how it would feel to touch his spine. Was he doing it to you because he knew it was what felt good on him? Would he mind if you-

Then the fucker tugged at your piercing with his teeth.

A sharp pain radiated from your lips and you let out a squeal, slapping at him with your hands. The fucking shithead! 

Soothing/comfort/care YOUR ASS.

He pulled off of you and let out peels of laughter at your indignant expression.

“y’should- oh fuck!! y'should’ve heard the sound ya made!” he chortled, only slightly phased by the miffed punch you landed on his arm.

“You're such a fucking dick!” You grinded out from between your teeth, covering your mouth to shield it from further attacks. Your heart pounded in your chest. 

…And surprisingly, somewhere else too.

His little stunt hurt like a bitch…but…you…well…

“aw c’mon, darlin’, i was just havin’ a little fun,” he cooed placatingly, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close enough into his side that you could feel the slight hum of his soul through his rib cage.

Oh god. You thought it was kind of hot didn’t you.

“Well you're cut off,” you huffed, more than flustered. You crossed your arms and stood up, moving away from the bed,“that's enough fun for one day.” 

You liked it! You liked it when he bit your fucking piercing!

The skeleton looked up at you from his spot on the bed, expression shifting to one of remorse. He whined out your name and reached for you pathetically.

“whhhaaaattttttt? but we were just getting started!”

“And after that move, you're finished, Papyrus!” The skeleton opened his mouth as if to say something, changed his mind, closed it, then opened it again.

“...look, sugar, ‘m real sorry-”

“They’re fresh piercings, Rusty-”

“-i didn’t mean to kill the mood-”

“-and that really hurt-”

“-i was just messing around, didn’t mean to-”

“-you’ve gotta wait until they’re healed before you try that again!”

“-cause ya any pai- what?” The skeleton stopped and stared at you for a moment, processing what you’d just said.

“...I’m smelling smoke again.”

Ignoring your teasing words, he shook his skull as if to dislodge something from his nonexistent ears before giving you a bewildered sort of look.

“...again?”

“What?”

“you said you wanna try that again?” You shifted from one foot to the other at his request for clarification and looked down at the now suddenly interesting carpet.

Aw man, maybe you should have kept that to yourself.

“...I mean, yeah, when they’re fully healed and all. Otherwise they might reject and that would really suck to have to deal with and-”

He was just messing around with you and you had to make it weird, way to go.

You cut yourself off and shrugged at him, face hot and throat dry.

God you were just digging yourself into a deeper hole, weren’t you?

“...cool.” 

You paused in your worrying to glance up at Rusty and noticed immediately that his cheek bones were deeply tinted with a soft, russet glow.

Oh.

Oh.

It suddenly dawned on you that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t been merely messing around and was instead, quite possibly, I dunno, just as into biting your piercings as you were into having them bitten? Wow, you were learning  something new about yourself and about your good pal, Papyrus. Strengthening your unbreakable bonds of friendship and what not one make out sesh at a time.

“Cool?”

“yeah,” he let out a little laugh and shot a dorky smile your way, “i can, uh, wait until they’re healed or whatever.”

You let out a relieved little breath and returned his grin with one of your own.

“Okay. Cool.”

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/14/24

Good morning y'all! Just like the last couple this one's not actually being written on the day that the entry is marked for.

I'm not doing very well!!! It's strange. the waves that this newfound depression is coming in. Like the initial shock of the breakup was obviously awful, but I somehow managed to keep myself going; I started going to the gym the next day, started eating right again, got a lot of reading done, reached out to a bunch of old friends and redefined most of my online presence. Then, I reached back out to the Bnuuy to just... try and fix us, whatever us ends up being - friends or otherwise. That was good for a couple of days too, but then the election happened and a whole new type of depression kicked in. But I sorta recovered from that too: kept working out, saw a doctor, made appointments, looked for apartments and all that. But I'm in this weird, slow decline now that I can't really qualify!!!

I think it has something to do with the weather and seasons change more than it has to do with either the relationship woes or the election, honestly. I've had mild seasonal depression in years past, but for some reason in 2024 it feels as though the sun is setting faster. The steel blanket of clouds above is usually something I long for after a long summer, a protection from the sun that blinds and hinders me, but this year instead of the normal comforting blanket that might bring the gentle fall of snow its more akin to a dull metallic coffin lid suffocating me in sleep after a restless summer. Autumn is usually my favorite time of the year, but this year the yellowing leaves brought no sunshine into my world, and the orange of jack o' lanterns sat rotting reminds me of the impermanence of everything.

Maybe next year I'll feel better! I'm hoping that my love for Autumn can return, it's such a beautiful time of the year, but this just isn't the right autumn. I've never had an October with heartbreak, and I've never had a November with such fear. I really shouldn't blame myself too much for how I'm feeling these days, it's been a very rough month and I wasn't exactly in an ideal spot mentally even before the election or breakup. I'm just now coming to terms with the fact that I've just got to live this life, though, regardless of how dissatisfied I am with our politics, climate, and my own love life.

I'm gonna write about what I actually did yesterday, and then after the picture of a mossy forest I'm gonna vent a little bit - I need to vent, I was feeling really bad yesterday.

So work was super duper boring and awful alkjsdhflaksdf it was rainy alllllll day which I normally enjoy but... ugh. I could use sunshine right now!! There was almost no one in the zoo because of the weather, which I would normally celebrate because it'd mean an easy day but I realllyyyy wanted to do some work lakjsdfhalskdf. It was just an incredibly boring day with almost nothing of note. This one girl I work with keeps trying to flirt with me which is super uncomfortable ToT she asked for my number last week which I obviously rejected, but today while I was at the area she works at she kept like standing uncomfortably close to me which genuinely made me feel like I was gonna panic ugh. I talked with my boss about it and he said he's gonna try to help me so there's that at least ToT but like pleaseeee I told you I am taken (kinda? I just don't want anyone but one person) JUST LEAVE ME ALOONEEEEE. After work I had a rough start to my evening alkjsdhflkadsf I got all mopey and sad, so I cuddled my cats for a while but when that didn't really help much I decided to go on a walk. I was originally going to walk for a few miles but... I passed by a tattoo parlor and decided fuck it, I'll get an impulse piercing alksjdfhalksdf so I got my bottom labret pierced!! I think I actually look super cute with this, but I can't wear the jewelry I want yet. You have to wait about 8-10 weeks before you can change the jewelry out to a ring, so for now I have a stud which is fiiineeeee but again not what I want in the long run. After I got home from that I got dinner and started on Spanish homework while waiting for my best friend to be free to call - I told him that I was feeling really bad and he promised he'd be there soon. So he called me after a while and I did spanish homework while he told me about his DnD session! It was so nice, I don't know where I'd be without him right now. To be honest everything else was kinda a blur after we hung up, I went to bed not long later.

I don't actually have many updates about my love life for once akljsdfhakshdf only that yesterday I was really struggling with missing them. I really miss calling them pet names specifically. I miss saying "hey babe, I love you" and getting to read that back. Not that they ever called me babe, they were never much on calling me pet names. I do love them, and... I tell them that I love them, but for this moment at least they can't say it back in the way I would want to hear. Which is painful, but... y'know, I want them to be happy so if I can't be the one who does make them happy like that, what can I even do about it? I don't have updates like... nothing new happened yesterday between us, but I do have a lot of feelings about it because regardless of if we talked much I still felt plenty.

I keep swinging back and forth on this pendulum of love. The pendulum swings in a half lit plain, on one side there is a brighter world where I am hopeful and believe that we can repair things, where I am okay taking things slowly and trying out this friendship thing for now knowing that I still want to ask them out someday and believe we can work. That's where I was in the days we started talking again, where I was when we comforted each other through the election, where I lived only a few days ago when they sent me an unprompted fit check. It's like ... every little taste of our relationship coming back in the current situation pulls me into the light. When I am in the light I am casual, relaxed, normal and friendly. I am the person who best suits this situation; working on myself, talking to friends besides Aaron, aware of my faults but not crippled by them. It's weirdly where I feel the least need for their attention, too. It's where I can be normal about this, I can be relaxed as we try out this new thing called friendship, while I wait for the next big steps in our relationship. Our big conversations have always happened as I leave the darkness and enter the light again, those conversations come from those feelings finally bursting free of my prison mind where they have rusted bars and scratched at walls for too long. When I am in the light I can remember that it's only been a couple of weeks, that I can't be fully expected to heal after three years when it's been less than a month. I remember that.. we fell in love once, and that we might fall in love again if I just wait a second and be myself.

But the awful part about pendulums is that they swing. What causes the swing backwards into a darker reality can be so many things. It's when I see something that reminds me of them and I excitedly type out "baby!" or "babe" or "hi my love" or something like that without realizing it. I've sent so many messages with any combination of those three in it and had to delete them only seconds later. I feel worse when I open my phone and instead of seeing them smiling there, I see my favorite bird - a red winged blackbird I replaced my partner with because I thought it'd bare me comfort. Instead, when I see it's sunset adorned wings I feel spite; why do I have to be greeted by dark feathers instead of their deep eyes? I feel at my worst when I can't call them at night, when I don't have a reason to stay up at night waiting for them, when I'm all alone in my bedroom tired and hopeless. I feel at my worst when... I realize how easy it will probably be for them to move on eventually. When I remember that they broke up with me, and that it was no small decision to get to that point. I feel at my worst when I remember that... as much as there's still a chance for us to be lovers again, there's as much of one that we don't. I'm at my worst when I look around my room, and I see them in everything. When I remember that the portrait I have that they painted on me is only ever going to be a copy... that I might not hold the original copy and read the words written on the back. When I look at my plants and think about all the times I would message them updates about their newest branches or if I'd repotted them that day. I remember us when I open my laptop and see Stardew valley, we still have a save there where they would always make me jealous by giving Elliot gifts when I wanted us to marry in that save. I'm at my darkest when all of the little roots that they've left in my routine start to itch again, but I have nothing that I can do about it. I'm at my lowest point when I'm alone, and I'm alone so often right now. It's funny, in my darkest moment yesterday? I found myself holding back from a couple things that... don't really make sense.

Its so funny but... what set me off yesterday was something so silly ToT I was thinking about doing some writing, so I went over to my pinterest to look at some of the inspo I had saved for my OC's and setting. But... ugh. I used to like to look at their tags. Specifically, they had a board that I think said "Places to go with the partner" or something like that. But then I remembered that after the breakup, I blocked them there ToT and... I don't even know what their username was on there anymore. Plus... they've probably deleted that board, now. It was full of moss and ponds, cherry blossom flowers, lichenous trees and gently fogged mountains. I felt so sad because it was just another spot that our relationship used to exist in, but it's gone forever. Ugh. There's also something else that's silly that.. makes me a little happy when I see it? But on one of their usernames they changed it to our moons and a little love letter emoji a long time ago. It's still our moon phases today, and they both still fit together so well. Such a little twist of fate, but one of so many that makes me want to believe in fate. Our moons fit together perfectly, we somehow have the same house number on streets thousands of miles away, we were both watching Game Grumps while we were apart, we both used each other's tags after the breakup, we used to complete one another's thoughts. I think about little things like that through a large part of my day on the days that I'm struggling more. I think about all the little things that.. that were so good between us, all the little things I miss.

I just miss them a lot, they are my light and... I feel so cold in this dark.

[death2you]

. . . 6_6

ok so there's KEY differences between the two different tier lists that i made. so here's the killer ones first and then ill explain them

OK. Figure 1: This is about if I like you as a killer. probably based on aesthetics, some lore, but nothing really deeper than that. its just kinda. Yeah youre cool:3 OFC. OFC. my babygirls: legion and trickster in the top tier. cus <3 yeah.... second tier are killers that i Really do like!! and whenever the mood strikes, it strikes hard, if that makes sense. like yeah. ur cool and i like u as a killer :) the third tier is just kinda. yeah ur cool killers but i dont really. Feel a lot about them in any particular way. it's not negative though. i just. yeah. deathslinger is on the coattails of the second tier bcuz sometimes... He has his own little spotlight in my heart but overall, hes just. Yeah. UM.... yeah. and then last tier are killers that i think are boring / i dont really have a lot to add to them / or simply i just. i just dont care that much about them. so. yeah ...

OK. Figure 2: THESE are the killers that i routinely think about, and if i have anything to add in terms of lore and character development. OFC. ofc: legion in the top tier. im constantly thinking about frank and susie and julie and joey and their group dynamics and hrgunaiogun... like ofc. just.. it makes sense. anyway: second tier are killers that i think about and i really like, and have interesting thought circles about them and how they would act but i dont really Add anything new in terms of lore or anything. i mostly focus moreso on how their lore affected them, and their dynamics with other killers in the realm. just character development stuff, not really Rewriting their lore or whatever. (not that i Rewrite legion's lore but sometimes im tinkering around with it). third tier are killers that lore is interesting and i Like! but i dont. really focus on them that much. theyre kinda the middle child in my mind. but that doesnt mean i dont Like them, its just that. idk. they dont captivate me i guess... and the fourth tier are killers that i dont really think about but i still Like. i focus on them Less then i do the third tier and thats kinda saying a lot. like. idk. no real feelings about them except: Yeah. That's a dead by daylight character. anyway the last tier are killers that literally i dont care about and their lore is boring and if they were removed i wouldnt mind. sorry. im just a hater. ^__^

ok so. here are the survivor versions. tbh i think about the survivors a LOTTTTT less than i do the killers. i just dont really focus on them, idk. i think cus theyre not as fucked up ... maybe im just missing something though.

OK!!! Figure 1.2: top tier are survivors that i REALLLYYYY like <3 AND OF COURSE: CLAUDETTE: NUMERO UNO EN TODO EL MUNDO!!!!!!! and yun-jin, and elodie <3 my girlies my number ones... second tier: survivors that i like and sometimes i get in a little bit of a mood for them, whenever i see them disrespected. its like a hidden power: i come out of the woodworks whenever i sense something wrong. felix richter, the man who needs [REDACTED, DATA EXPUNGED]. jake park who i really have grown more fond of in the passing weeks, ofc my morally askew feng min <3 and ace, kate, and yui in there cus i think theyre pretty. ok third tier: i wanted to put dwight in the second tier because sometimes i begrudgingly like him a lot but. I hate him. so hes in the third tier. :3 and the rest of these survivors, again, are people that i like and dont mind. Seeing i guess. and then the last tier are characters i DGAF ABOUT LOOOOOL... FUCK mikeala, idk why i dont like her but i dont fuckign like her. Anyway.

ok, figure 2.2. this is judged less harshly because i really really dont think about survivors that much. most of them are passing thoughts, but i ranked them on how Often they're passing thoughts... so from the top tier: ofc i have to have my babygirl in there. i think theres subtext abt her being autistic and i think shes alesbian and well. I just like her. :3 second tier: characters that i like thinking about it in terms of their lore and how they might operate in the realm and stuff. i esp like thinking about felix and how he might handle being away from his literal pregnant wife, and i like thinking abt how feng min is just. an absolute cunt in trials. etc etc.. so Yeas. anyway fourth tier: these are characters that i like Trying to think about them and i do successfully sometimes but. idk. they just dont hold my attention. tbh i Gotta think about jeff if im thinking about pre-entity legion. so thats what hes there. and then yeah.... whatever. actually i might put elodie in the second tier because this is the first time that the entity took two at once so. their dynamic might be cool, i think theyre best friends, and they would SOOOO deal with the problem differently. so. yeah. elodie's in the second tier, pls ignore my error. fourth tier are characters that are. yk. just there. no hard feelings about them but not super fluffy and positive ones either. fifth tier are characters that i just. dont really care about / think are Super boring / or just dont captivate me. sorry. fuck mikaela. and then the last tier are characters that u literally cldnt pay me to even pretend i think / care about them. LOL!

erm.... yeah... thats what i think about all of the characters in DBD. sorry if its rambling or im not explaining myself properly, i just. i cant. im jsut typing here and i have to jump from letter to letter cus im so tiny and my weigh doesnt even press the keys down. so yeah. sorr.y

[koheletgirl]

omg what a gift you've given me

ok i dont have ones for debut since i dont really listen to it ever. picture to burn (homophobic version) is a top tier song though.

okok so:

best songs on fearless are ybwm and forever & always (but im also partial to love story and fearless and the way i loved you). as for the worst song, i dont really have one but jump then fall is annoying. also i dont love the vault tracks sorry.

best songs on speak now are sparks fly and long live (but most songs on speak now are great). the worst song imo is innocent. musically it's alright but the lyrics are so condescending and silly, plus it aged realllyyyy poorly lmao. sntv doesn't exist to me

best song on red is all too well obviously (both versions). state of grace and treacherous are also 😘👌. the worst song on the original version is probably girl at home (i have some opinions on ikywt but there's too much going on there). as for red tv - atwtmvtvftv (as previously mentioned) and nothing new are the best songs and probably my favorite taylor songs ever. message in a bottle is insufferable.

best songs on 1989 are blank space and i know places. the worst songs are shake it off and bad blood. 1989 tv sucks but the vault tracks are awesome, except for SLUT! which is such a huge disappointment considering its title and also annoying in general

nothing in rep is good. that said, the best song is call it what you want. i go back and forth on the worst song, but its between dancing with our hands tied and so it goes. i cannot stress enough how bad this album is though like every song on rep is worse than the worst song on the other albums

the best song in lover is cruel summer of course. i also reallyreally love death by a thousand cuts and lover. the worst songs are ME!, false god and it's nice to have a friend. oh and that one vault track she released a while back it was awful

folklore my love folklore..... god this is hard. no i cant do it i love all of them so much. epiphany is only ok

best songs on evermore are willow, tolerate it, and ivy. i don't like cowboy like me im sorry. also closure manages to poke something in my brain in the worst way possible, listening to it is like having someone repeatedly tap your shoulder to me. it's not objectively bad though im just allergic to it

midnights sucks. the best songs on it are anti-hero, would've could've should've, and hits different. the worst song on it is glitch, which is also possibly the worst song in her whole career. karma and labyrinth also fucking suck.

right does anybody wanna come talk to me

[positivityforlesbians]

Hi! I desperately need advice. So I met this girl and her 3 roommates at a party few weeks ago and we figured out we are almost neighbors (same dorm building).

We talked for a while at the party and got along well but I was under the impression she was in a relationship. We exchanged numbers but I thought nothing would come of it. Then she asked me to get coffee the following week and we did and it went well (and I learned she’s not in a relationship— but it came up naturally). And we’re going to get dinner tomorrow. But. Even though I know she’s gay and she knows I’m bi, I still think there’s a realllyyyy good chance this is just like a platonic/ friend building type thing.

The issue is that I’m surrounded by straight people so all of them think that this isn’t platonic but I don’t trust their opinions on this.

I think I like her romantically? But I would be happy just having a new queer friend as well. I just would really really like to know what she thinks this is/ wants it to be. I don’t want to friendzone her if that’s not what she wants but I also don’t want to like, fall for yet another girl who doesn’t like me that way.

(In case it wasn’t clear I have zero experience with dating nor anything like that and need to be taught every thing)

The way I see it you might be the one who will first directly put her in the friendzone, in the sense that you already don't believe she can be interested in you. Maybe she's not, don't get me wrong, but maybe she is, that's something you have to decode by yourself. Don't decide on what she might think of you too soon, if you're interested (which you are) then be slightly flirty with her, just enough that she can catch it but not feel uncomfortable with it if she doesn't reciprocate. Usually you'll know soon enough what she feels (if she flirts back, even if she does it in a different way) and decide then to keep it going or not (if she seems uncomfortable stop doing it right away, she'll then think this wasn't serious so, no need to worry).

I can't put enough emphasis on being subtle, but then again some women would like it to be more obvious because they can't catch a clue, in both cases give yourself the space to retreat and play it casual. LGB friends sometimes flirt with one another just for fun, just like straight people can, but it obviously doesn't feel serious/real until you can sense in the air that it is. Just go get dinner with her, play cool, get to know her more, make some slight flirty jokes while being generally friendly if you really want to know what's going on in her head when it comes to you, just let things happen naturally. Also you can update us on the situation if you want ! Xx

[the-void-8-my-soul]

Um... sorry to bother you , but I was wondering if I could read "Dreams first time in outertale " that you made? I tried to read it on Calcium cat s blog but it kept taking me to an error page. I asked her then she directed me here. Sorry for bothering you.

HI!! so I couldn't find the original but here is the one that (is realllyyyy) edited. Also no worries you'r not bothering me!! I hope you like it!!

Dream sighed. He was bored. He had been stuck in this stupid dimension for what? 3 years now? For some reason he felt like he at one point was allowed to go to other dimensions all the time. He didn’t know why though.

Dream paced around the castle muttering. UGH HE WAS SO BORED!!!!!! He had asked Nightmare on multiple occasions and he even tried to convince some of the other members of the gang (cross… the others too but mostly cross) to let him go out even for just a minute to no avail. His pleas were ment with a sad look and a small dismissal.

If he had to hear “when you’re older” or “its to dangerous” one more time!!!

Nightmare soon caught on to Dreams restlessness. He felt the agitation that usually came with being locked up for 3 going on 4 years with no change of scenery. Fearing that Dream may lose patience (and feeling guilty) He finally gave in.

Calling in a favor from Error and Fresh he made sure that the AU would be safe from the Star Sanses (not that they knew Dream was still alive). Now to go surprise his little brother.

Dream knew something was up. The gang was clearly getting ready for something and given the amount of food Horror was packing it would likely take a while. Ugh!! Dream hated when they had to go on raids that would last days. He hated being left alone for all of that!! It wasn’t like he was defenseless, he had been getting lessons with Killer and Cross. He just wanted to help!!!

Dream had spent the better part of the morning worrying over and pestering the gang, equal parts annoyed that they were clearly going out even though they had already gone on a raid this week!!! And worried over their safety. Killers recent almost getting stabbed in the soul fiasco was still fresh in Dreams mind.

Checking with Error one last time Nightmare prepared to open a portal to the AU he would be taking Dream too. He knew the Sans of this AU so calling in a favor (read threatening his AU) He could guarantee that the area they would be in would be deserted.

Dream stared dejectedly at the portal that Nightmare had just opened up. Nightmare was surprised at the worried angery mess that was Dreams emotions… wasn’t he exited about his first time in a new AU…. OH…. thats what he forgot…

He forgot to tell Dream…

Heck.

Smiling slightly to himself for his own foolishness Nightmare walked over to Dream and told him to get up.

Confusion slowly took over Dreams aura (along with apprehension) As he followed his brother.

Many things were going through his mind.

Why were they leaving now??

Why did he have to go with Nightmare?

Was he in trouble??

Was Nightmare mad at him??

On and on the questions went. . . until.

Nightmare stopped in front of the portal and turned to face Dream.

Given the empty room it seems the whole gang was already gone (they hadn’t even told Dream good bye!)

“Well Dream.” the low voice of his brother broke Dream out of his angry thoughts “Come here”

Nervously Dream stepped forward. He always hated when the gang would go. (he was scared they wouldn’t come back…especially Nightmare.. For some reason…)

Nightmare was slightly concerned about his brothers aura. It was rather unlike Dream to feel such strong negative emotions outside of having a nightmare.

Nightmare used his tentacles to wrap around Dream and pull him closer as he took a step into the portal.

“Follow me.”

Dream stared in awe. It was beautiful! The sky!!! He had forgotten just how amazing it looked. It had been ages since he had seen the stars!!! And so big!! It was so much bigger than the sky back at the village.

Hearing a chuckle he glanced around. It seemed that the whole gange was here and.. Oh! They had set up a picknick. Quickly the pieces were falling into place.. This was a picknick… and he was here… so This was a picknick for all of them (himself included)

Beaming he looked up at Nightmare only to notice that Nightmare had been watching him the whole time with a small genuine smile on his face.

Happily Dream wiggled out of his grasp and bounded over to the gang.

Nightmare had been worried that Dream wouldn’t like the surprise (especially because his aura had been weird all day) but the second Dream saw the stars the happy go lucky brother he knew had returned ten fold.

Sidling over to join the gang and a stary eyed Dream he couln’t have felt more at home if he tried.

They spent the day in outertale. Eating and playing games, like making up constellations out of the stars. (dream found an apple constellation!!! Nightmare decided to not comment on that!)

Nightmare smiled happily watching his brother and Horror talk excitedly about the number of apparently food shaped constellations that were in the sky.

Seeing his brother so happy brought warmth to his soul.

He had missed this.

[annajour]

Chain of Iron Review (SPOILERS!)

Hey guys so I thought I would post my review of Chain of Iron because... I have so opinions on how everything went down. It's been a few days since it came out but I know not everyone has read it yet so Spoilers!! You've been warned!! I give Chain of Iron a 3.5/5 stars. In comparison, I give Chain of Gold 5/5 stars. I thought it was, for the most part, a perfect sequel to Chain of Gold as it connected most plot points introduced in Chain of Gold to the plot of Chain of Iron. I probably enjoyed every scene in the Jordelia house the most because I really loved how detailed the scenary was, also I'm just a sucker for couples living together. I've got to say though!! I didn't think that they'd move out of the institute after the wedding, I was assuming that they'd live there still. So it was a pleasent surprise for them to have their own space as well as a space for all of the Merry Theives to meet and plan. The second best part of the book for me was, of course, all of Lucie and Jesse's scenes together. I really loved how we got to know the characters so well and we got a lot more than the breadcrumbs that were given to us in Chain of Gold. Jesse's personality was developed more not only through all of his scenes with Lucie, but also through the Day's Past chapters featuring Grace. I realllyyyy want him to speak French lol. Also!! I would like to mention I was right!! With my theory that Belial was possessing Jesse's body. The satisfaction of that was super great. I'm also totally here for morally grey Lucie and really can't wait until Chain of Thorns to see in what direction her character goes. One thing that I wasn't expecting to be a really big fan of was Alstair. I've kinda been neutral with Alastair, he's never really been a character I've paid a lot of attention to, but in this book? He quickly became one of my favs. Also that scene in the Sanctuary??? So amazing, I absolutely loved it and I'm excited to see more of both him and Thomas in Chain of Thorns. I wasn't a very big fan of Anna and Ariadne's relationship. I love Anna and I really identified with her character in Ghosts of the Shadow Market, and even in Chain of Gold, but since then I feel like her character has diverged so much over the years that at this point, she was just being ridiculous with Ariadne. I really feel, and I've said this before, that Anna and Ariadne are not meant for each other, and I wish that they would move on from each other and Cassie would introduce new love interests for the both of them. I thought Filomena would be a love interest for either Anna or Matthew, but then she just... died? I was super surprised and like it makes sense,, but I personally wouldn't have hyped her character up so much only for her to die in the first half. I was also disappointed with Matthew and Cordelia's friendship. Again, I feel like it was really hyped up and then amounted to essentially nothing. I have not been sold at all that Matthew is in any way infactuated with Cordelia, and I felt it very out of character to offer to run away to Paris to Cordelia. We got very little interactions between them and it bascially just made me really frustrated rather than understanding at the two of them at the end. In general, the pacing of the book was a little off. In my opinon, Jesse and Lucie's kiss happened wayyyy too early in the book, and just overall their scenes were spread out too much over the book to really have the reader connect with them. There were a ton of Jordelia moments, which I love, but also I feel like they would've been better if they were more spread out throughout the book. Also, Elias just died?? As a writer, I feel conflicted. I like that Elias died at such an unexpecting time. But also, his return and death were so close together that it really was hard to understand Cordelia and Alstair's feelings towards their father's death. Thomas's grief throughout the book is shown perfectly. But with Cordelia, it's like she's not even grieving. Something I hope Cassie fixes in Chain of Thorns. Even if Elias was a shitty person, he was still Cordelia's dad for years and years, and his death shouldn't be brushed off so quickly. I thought the climax with Lilith and Belial was interesting enough, but I feel like I need a reread to truly understand what went on. I felt like the fight scenes weren't engaging enough to really make me pay attention, and rather they just seemed like a bunch of words on a page. I think that I'll probably have a higher opinion of this book once Chain of Thorns comes out and I can appreciate the trilogy as a whole. Overall, while I can't say it was necessarily an enjoyable read (I was really anxious the whole time because I knew she was going to leave it on a cliff hanger), it did keep me on the edge of my seat and there were a lot of memorable moments throughout the book that I adored.

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Quarantine Headcanons: Akatsuki Edition

I didn’t add Zetsu and Tobi cuz I don’t really know much about them🥴 anyways hope you enjoy this midnight post❤️

Pein~

• Oh, he’s ready to cry

• Even though he’s always holed up in his office anyways, all the members of his organization are not usually under the same roof

• After three days he’s seriously contemplating killing the whole group and starting fresh with a less chaotic group

• Thank Jashin for Konan

• He gets his work done a lot sooner since he has no meetings or missions to distract him

• Probably ends up with a few new piercings just cuz he’s that bored

• He loses count how many times he redoes his nails, just for some sort of stimulation

• Not like any disease could kill him so what’s the point of this again??

• Overall, his coping skills are practically non-existent

Konan~

• She’s not overly upset

• She knows how to avoid the stifling testosterone and put an end to conflict

• She bakes a lot at first to pass the time and learn something new

• That only lasts a little over a week before she gets bored (much to everyone’s dismay)

• Does TONS of origami

• Takes the time to learn extremely advanced designs she’d always been too busy for

• A lot of time spent with relaxing with Pein

• She kinda gives up on her nails for the time being

• No one’s going to marvel at them before they die, so what’s the point?

• She is okay with the quarantine but does struggle a little

Itachi~

• He’s worried

• He already has a respiratory disease, he does not need another one

• He plans on dying because of Sasuke, not some hyped up flu

• Is extremely careful

• Masks, gloves, sanitizer, and Lysol everywhere

• Germaphobe™

• If he can, he’ll stay in his room as much as possible

• That one stickler that is like “dId YoU wAsH yOuR hAnDs?”

• He’s usually so calm and collected, but he turns into a frantic hoarder

• Food, toilet paper, and everything he could need all in his room

• Did someone just cough twice?

• That person wakes up in an isolated room where they are locked in for 72 hrs

• His nails go to crap cause he bites them incessantly nowadays

• Poor Itachi is just miserable the whole time

Kisame~

• He has a healthy level of fear

• He’s not going to town every day and exposing himself to it, but he won’t stay completely isolated like his partner

• Really doesn’t care for everyone’s over the top reactions

• He realllyyyy hates being surrounded by all the conflicts amongst the team

• He def misses Itachi since his partner is literally avoiding everything that breathes

• Has to sneak to feed Samehada using his team’s chakra

• Spends a lot of time at the nearby lake since his spot is open

• Kinda confused what the hype is about

• ‘Most people don’t die, get over it’ type of attitude

• He won’t care and no one can make him care

• Okay, but he’s half-shark are human diseases really a problem for him?

• Kisame is chill is nails stay impeccable

• He’s doing alright

Kakuzu~

• Oh, he’s pissed

• He can’t go on missions and he can’t earn money

• Plus, his dramatic teammates destroying things costing him extra money

• Definitely has a few of Hidan’s body parts laying around

• “If you leave me alone you can have them back”

• At first, he’s okay

• He counts his money all day in self-isolation

• But except for losing money, his finances are stagnant

• He actually gets BORED of counting money. Quarantine is that bad

• He fights Hidan a lot so he can have something to do

• Lots of decapitation

• He makes someone else do his nails he has no patience left

• He copes better than most, but still has a bit of a hard time

Hidan~

• This annoying mofo

• He’s excited

• Spends sooooo much time praying to Jashin

• He tries so hard to convert the others that as soon as they see him they hide

• It only took two days for him to realize it’ll be harder to find sacrifices

• Definitely tries to sacrifice Deidara

• “C’mon, gender-bend, don’t you want to finally be useful?!”

•’He’s not so excited anymore after about a week

• Is more irritable and confrontational

• Being stuck in close confines with someone who likes to decapitate you for weeks tends to do that to a person

• This masochistic boi. He really exposes himself to it

• Wants to feel the pAiN

• This time Itachi cuts him up (full hazmat suit donned ofc)

• He ends up locking himself in his room

• Spends A LOT of time with Jashin because he knows he’s going crazy

• A stir-crazy Hidan is a more dangerous than usual Hidan

• He honestly has whole conversations with EACH INDIVIDUAL NAIL as he paints them

•He is 100% suffering the whole time

Sasori~

• “Wait, we’ve been under quarantine for a week?”

• Sasori is always self quarantined in his room working on puppets and avoiding the idiots he surrounded with

• He’s happy at first

• He literally doesn’t have to leave his room for anything

• That turns to dread real quick

• Deidara gets bored very easily and there are holes in his bedroom walls and destroyed puppets to prove it

• A little bit of poison puts an end to that problem

• No one really sees much of him during the quarantine

• “Hey… I haven’t seen Sasori in like a month. Is he even alive??”

• You know he collects bodies of the shinobi that died for new puppets

• He’s not scared in the slightest

• He doesn’t have a respiratory system so no worries there

• His nails are probably a new color everyday despite the fact that no one ever sees them

• Oh Sasori is thriving and surviving like nobodies businessss

Deidara~

• Ha! qUaRaNtInE!

• If Deidara wants to leave the base, you’d best believe he will leave the base sauntering out like a true diva

• No one wants to stop him tho

• Deidara doesn’t give two flying fricks if he’s inside or not, he will make ART

• Oh he’s extra chaotic

• Pranks 24/7

• Almost scares Itachi to death waltzing into his room coughing like he’s about to die

• Sasori realizes his puppets are going missing one by one and his poison is… juice?

• Deidara goes missing too

• Pein literally makes him leave for a week

• He destroyed a city so he’s back now

• He literally doesn’t care

• He’s a teen, no flu will kill him

• Goes out of his way to cause trouble

• Until he sees how actually panicked some of his teammates are

• He actually helps out, buying supplies and running a few errands here and there

• Actually takes time to decorate his nails. Explosions painted on and everything

• He’s two steps away from a bedazzled straight jacket and a padded room by the time this is over

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Shigaraki x Todoroki! Reader; The Mask

Enjoy the series! one two three four five six seven

Shigaraki sat at the bar, thinking about the girl who he had let into his life, into his home, and into his thoughts. He had no idea who she was, what she looked like, or even how old she was. The last part freaked him out the most. But in he end, he had fallen for a girl based on her sweet personality. Weird

It was late, but Shigaraki was a night owl villain with a lot on his mind. Standing up and looking out the window, he noticed the full moon and stars. Out in the city, heroes roamed the streets looking for him, and the mysterious girl who he had just tucked into bed.

As he wrapped himself in the blanket near by, looking out onto the streets below, he tried to recreate the feeling of her warmth on him. The vanilla smell that meant that she was around, her comforting voice, and when she had cuddled up to him when falling asleep. He tried wrapping himself tighter, or looking out into the city to feel something good. Something warm. Something that could tell him that he didn’t have to have the girl, and that he would be okay.

But no blanket could recreate the bubbly feeling that was in his chest whenever he looked at her, or the melting of his body whenever they touched. My god, that girl did wonders to him and his mind. Shigaraki sighed, walking to the door and putting on his black hoodie before walking out. Taking the steps down to the alleyway, he enjoyed the harsh, cold wind that hit his nose as he walked down the street.

Very few people were out and about, and the ones who were didn’t look very innocent themselves. Shigaraki didn’t care at all, he needed to think about her, the league and everything else. He walked towards the park, stopping on the bridge and looking out at the city. In the distance he saw Endeavor’s agency, and for a moment, wondered where the missing girl could be.

She had gone near this location, and she could be anywhere. Was she alive? Or was she dead? Had she killed herself, or maybe just ran away? Was she like her father... or was she different? No, she was a terrible person. Being an arrogant, rude hero was in hero blood. You couldn’t change blood, and that was a fact. He would never trust a hero, especially since she had been aspiring to be one.

As he walked back, he thought about the girl that he had put to bed. She was gentle and kind, yet competitive and powerful. She had a kill streak for gods sake, yet she was soft and innocent. Shigaraki would even call her Precious, but he’d never say that out loud. What was her deal? She had a nice body and was kind and warm yet she killed people for fun, and was still younger than him. Who was that perfect? She had to be hiding something... there had to be more to her!

Shigaraki began walking back, before seeing a missing poster stapled to the light post nearby. He looked closer before seeing that it was the girl. He rolled his eyes and began walking, before looking closer. It was a photo of her in her school uniform, smiling happily. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and Shigaraki couldn’t help but feel as if he had seen her before. Something weird was going on. Shigaraki grabbed the poster and stuffed it into his pocket before walking off.

As Shigaraki entered the bar, he walked to his room, threw off his shirt and hoodie, and plopped on the bed, falling asleep.

When Shigaraki opened his eyes, he was in a cloud. Looking around, he saw the missing girl in front of him. “Find me Tenko! You have to find me.” She exclaimed, sitting in front of him with a very revealing bathing suit. He blushed, looking at her beautiful body. “You need to find me. I want you to find me, but you have to look for me. Do you love me Tenko?” She asked as he looked away, blushing at her chest. “You say I’m just a hero’s daughter, but I can be more.”

Shigaraki stared at her, his eyes wide. “I want you just as much as you want me Tenko. You just have to find me.” She leaned it to kiss him, before a scream could be heard behind them. Shigaraki turned to see the mystery girl, being chased by Endeavor, Aizawa and Present Mic. “We know you have something to do with her! We know it!” They screamed, grabbing her and beginning to strangle her. “Tomura! Tomura! Please!” 

She screamed as he was forced to watch them choke her, her skin becoming pale as the last air escaped her lungs. She was wearing Tomura’s shirt and nothing else, and her mask was off. Yet, for some reason he couldn’t see her face. “Tomura! Please!” She screamed as Shigaraki got up, beginning to run to her side as he jerked up from his pillow, screaming out loud.

It had just been a nightmare... a terrible and confusing one though. He got up and looked in the mirror at himself. He had slept until two in the afternoon again, and he still had terrible bags under his eyes. That’s when he heard running up the stairs, and his door swing open. “Tomura! Are you okay?” Mystery girl ran through the doorway before stopping, seeing him shirtless. 

“God woman, do you knock?” Shigaraki asked, very aggravated from his dream still. “I heard you screaming and got worried.” She confessed as he looked back at her, disappointed that she was yet again wearing her mask. “I’m not a child, go downstairs.” He told her as she walked downstairs. Shigaraki took that moment to check out her ass in the mirror before putting on a shirt and following her to the kitchen.

He walked to the couch, sitting down next to Dabi to look around. Dabi was watching the news intensely, while Twice and Toga sat on the barstools, talking to Mystery Girl who was twirling around in the kitchen. “Senpaiiiii. Why don’t you take off your mask?! I bet you’re realllyyyy pretty!” Toga exclaimed, getting the attention of everyone in the room.

“I don’t know. The mask if kind of my thing I guess. It’s like my trademark for my identity to be unknown.” She tried to explain, but nothing sounded good, causing Shigaraki to become suspicious as he walked over to the kitchen. “The hands are Shigaraki’s trademark, but he takes them off. Come onnn. Who are we going to tell?” Twice asked as she kept quiet, unable to find a reason to justify it.

“Can’t you tell? It’s because that she’s not serious about being a villain. She wants to be able to have her fun, and then go shopping with her friends in public the next day. Well that’s not how you do it small fry. You’re either in it all the way or not in it at all, and honestly, I don’t think you can handle it.” Shigaraki crossed his arms, smirking at the angry girl in front of him.

“Excuse you! Just because I did most of my work alone in the past does not mean that I’m not legit. I can take just as much as you can, if not more!” She challenged, standing on her tip toes to try and look tougher. “Oh, well alright then. We are all going to Overhaul’s to discuss plans for the attack on UA, we’ll see how much you can take then.” 

Shigaraki was ready for her to back out any moment. She would coward like the child she was, and it would prove that she was just a kid. If she was just a kid, Shigaraki would easily lose any feelings. “Sounds great, what time should I be ready?” She asked as Shigaraki stepped back, receiving looks from everyone else in the room. “S-six, but if you’re not up to it you can-” He was interrupted by her giggling. 

“I told you, I can do just as much as you. Just because I’m younger doesn’t mean anything.” Then she handed him a plate of food before looking at the two at the bar. “Let’s go out in the alley.” She suggested as they nodded, following her out, leaving Shigaraki in the kitchen, absolutely stunned.

“What did I just do...” He mumbled to himself before getting smacked in the head by Dabi. “You’re a dumbass Crusty, ya know that?! Did you think that she would just crumble over and accept defeat? No!” Dabi yelled as Shigaraki stood there, unable to comprehend what had just happened. “She can’t go. She’ll get hurt. Overhaul is absolutely unpredictable. He’s crazy Dabi! We can’t allow it!” He tried to justify it, but Dabi just smirked at him.

“You’re not going to be able to talk her out of it now Crusty. That’s what you get when you think with your dick. And you’re just jealous that Overhaul obviously thought that she’s hot, like you think. Don’t think I don’t realize that. And she’ll be fine, she’s more powerful than all of them.” Dabi walked back over to the couch, Shigaraki following him.

The two sat there as he rolled his eyes, seeing that the rich girl from his dreams was on tv. “I’m tired of seeing her face. Sure she’s hot, but like, get over it. She’s not that special.” Shigaraki exclaimed as Dabi nodded in response. “A lot of people are worried about her dude. They’re not going to stop until they find her. First her brother and now her, they know something is up.” Dabi explained as Shigaraki sat there, thinking of the poster in his jacket pocket.

“I hope they’re both dead. The heroes need to pay, and the greatest thing that can be taken away from them is their children afterall. I think it’s brilliant. Rich girl deserves pain.” Shigaraki expressed as they showed another interview with some of the missing girl’s friends. “Her name is Shiro Todoroki, and honestly, Endeavor doesn’t care about his kids. He never did, never will. That entire family is fucked.”

Dabi expressed, before arguing could be heard from the alleyway. Both men shot up from their seat and ran to the back, opening the door to see everyone arguing at each other. The mystery girl had cut her arm, and Toga had a drip of blood on her finger. “Toga! Don’t do it!” Mystery girl yelled as Toga stared at the drop of blood. “You’re one of my best friends Senpai. I’d die for you, and yet you won’t tell me your identity at all. What did I do wrong?” She asked as Twice nodded.

“Please don’t Toga! I’ll do anything!” Mystery Girl looked up at Shigaraki, her eyes wide with fear. That’s when Shigaraki realized that he was the one who couldn’t know her identity, but he didn’t know why. What was she hiding? “Senpai, I have to. It’ll make our bond stronger.” Toga slipped her finger into her mouth, licking the drop of blood off as Mystery Girl began to run towards her.

Before their eyes, she made a large ice wall circling them both, hiding them from everyone’s view. Toga took a moment to change before she looked around. She could see the white hair in front of her, but that was it. As she stood up though, she looked into the ice and gasped at her reflection before turning to Mystery Girl. “Y-you’re-” Her eyes were wide as she walked towards her white-haired best friend.

As quiet as she could, she whispered, “You’re Shiro Todoroki.” She watched a single tear slide down her cheek before moving her hands to take the mask off of Mystery Girl. Sliding the mask off, tears filled Toga’s eyes. “Oh my god.” The two girls hugged each other before Toga realized something. “Shigaraki will kill you if he finds out. That’s why... oh Senpai I’m so sorry.” Shiro smiled in response before Toga put her mask back on, tying it extra tight.

“I only did a drop so it’ll go awake any minute... oh Senpai, I’m so sorry!” The two girls hugged tighter as Shiro lowered the ice wall, revealing a normal looking Toga hugging her. “What happened? What does she look like?” Twice asked as Dabi and Shigaraki stared at them. “Oh, she’s normal. Pretty eyes, nice face. She’s just great.” The two giggled, gripping hands as Shigaraki sighed, not taking his eyes off the masked white-haired girl.

Dabi smiled in relief before making his way inside, leaving Shigaraki to watch the three experiment with the masked girl’s quirk. Who was she? What was she hiding? He had to find out, or else he would go absolutely crazy.

The hours went quickly, and before Shigaraki knew it, it was 5:30 and everyone was getting ready. Toga and the masked girl were upstairs getting ready, while the rest of them were just chilling. “God, what’s taking so long?!” Shigaraki angrily expressed, wallowing on the couch as Dabi chuckled. “Toga wants to dress her up.” Dabi explained as Shigaraki rolled her eyes.

“She’s not trying to impress him!” He jealously yelled before looking up at the stairs to see the two girls. It was Toga dressed normally, with the masked girl in a black dress and doc martens with her hair pulled back. “I think she looks really professional, don’t you think?” She asked as Dabi and Twice gave thumbs up, Shigaraki having to turn away to hide his blush. “Let’s go, we need to be there on time.”

The group snuck threw the alleyways, being the most quiet they had ever been before seeing the house. It was small, but it was obvious the real base was underground. Shigaraki knocked, and then pressed his thumb to the door handle to open it. With a click, it opened up, showing a small room with a staircase. 

“He’s waiting down there. Dabi, I want you to go first, then Twice, then Toga, me, and then small fry. I want you in the back and closest to me in case he tries to pull something.” Shigaraki explained as everyone got in line, walking down. The hallway was poorly lit underground, and it felt strange with just one door at the end of the hallway. When Shiro walked down, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being watched.

As Dabi was about to open the door in front of him, Shiro felt herself getting pulled back into a tight squeeze, one arm wrapped around her chest and the other around her waist. When she yelped, everyone turned to see Overhaul pulling her close and closer, her eyes showing pure fear. 

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Country Girls!!

Evening

Its Ishida Ayumi

"Country Girls 2019 ~Itoshikutte Gomen Nee~"

Yamaki Risa-chan Morito Chisaki-chan Ozeki Mai-chan Funaki Musubu-chan

the 4 in Country Girls, I went and saw their last stage

Before performance at the venue 'country' calls were reverberating, man this was, filled with the all of Country fans love, it was really a wonderful space

Not just at the event, there was a live broadcast stream,

there were lots of people in many places, the 4 of them on peoples minds,

These 4, I have the impression that all of the fans were conveying their gratitude, with those memories, wanting to protect the members tears and smiles......with the fans in this position, my heart was also warmed

I love them too much! Really!

Aah, I'm in trouble I'm in trouble from loving them too much

Country can only be Country, its wonderful

For Morito Chisaki-chan, since it was decided she would be a concurrent member of Morning Musume, there must have been a lot of things she was thinking about. But she didn't really complain about it in front of us so, I think her presence in Country Girls was really something special.

Today as well without really crying, I got to see her reliable smile,

Furthermore, I got to see her with a ponytail!!

Nah, I knew that Chii-chan was going to have a ponytail but, the moment Chii-chan came out, I ended up crying... <3 Its cute... <3

Thank you for doing your best towards many things

I also like the Chii-chan in Country, I also love the Chii-chan in Morning,

Thank you very much, for supporting the Chii-chan in Morning Musume from now on

Funaki Musubu-chan cried a lot,

We're still in Hello! Project concert rehearsals together, I can admire her often, today it was also like that

She's realllyyyy cute, I really like Funa-chan's choreography for "Zutto Zutto" so much that I want to watch it forever, its interesting, its cool, its cute, it sexy, its really strong

Always talking with her, she'll really be smiling while talking, probably, she's a no matter how tired I am! good girl, its a bit different to put it in one word...in any case I love her... <3

Thanks you up until March

For Ozeki Mai-chan,

Purely,

I'm really lonely that we didn't get to meet much

I love Country's Mai-chan~ the moment I realized that, I'll listen to Mai-chan's singing voice many times as its really wonderful and unique

We both share a member color of blue, so we were often together during the Harocon shuffle units! With that it felt like our distance was lessened recently, its regrettable for myself...faster...

Therefore now I, am looking forward for Mai-chan walking down her new path in the entertainment world, I want to see her more, and so, not noticing her change...please let me watch over her so that wont happen

Also Yamaki Risa-chan

Risa-chan didn't think she'd cry, she cried an unbelieveable amount...

We often hang out, I listened to lots of stories, I've seen various sides of her, after all she has a special shine on stage, the more she shows her smile, the more painful it ended up being honestly

As an idol, As an entertainer, Completing the stage up until the end,

somehow,

Risa-chan overlapped as a senior I love

I heard that she underwent a lot of voice training, in fact today Risa-chan's singing voice through the microphone was clear, it was really cool. Hearing the words "I'll be an ordinary person from tomorrow" from this girl it just doesn't come to mind like "?"... it seems the real feeling isn't boiling over yet.

..only she can say it though lol

Risa-chan and I love to give each other detailed impressions so, I think next time we meet I'll praise her a lot <3

She is the kind of girl to really be happpyyyyyy for comments, everyone should also pass along their thoughts, please communicate the feelings you want to communicate <3

I'm also happy that I met, everyone in Country Girls!

Thank you for the wonderful space and wonderful time!

At the time of the 5th anniversary live↑ I'm happy that I gathered the 4 of them

I also like all of Country's songs...

should we immerse ourselves in it for a while...

Happy... <3

see you ayumin <3

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AGE: 19 

HEIGHT: 5′1″ (smol)

BDAY: november 2 ( scorpio! )

BIRTHPLACE: camelot

DEATHPLACE: .....camelot

FEATURES TO NOTE:

vk colours: pink and green and black

tattoos of constellations dotted and lined on her left calf: the lyra, and scorpio

dotted by herself

she has no pulse, no heartbeat

she doesn’t bleed

body temperature is cold

her skin heals quicker than average, if damaged

DOESN’T LOOK ‘DEAD’ (no dead skin, no disconnecting limbs)

she actually looks pretty perfect lol thats the star in her heart ayyy

when she’s truly happy*, she glows (like a halo around her head)

*truly happy = well ..... it’s a case-by-case basis

ON THE ISLE: it wouldn’t have been a full halo ... just more like a sparkle in her eye 

[ BACKGROUND/ SUMMARY AT THE END OF THIS SECTION  ]

madam mim has always been an average witch, but the way she gains excessive power momentarily is by eating the hearts of other witches, wizards, and magical creatures. this was how she fought merlin, way back when. and when she was defeated, she was furious, distraught, ashamed, embarrassed, but mainly furious

she spent years trying to find the perfect heart to consume, the one that would give her the ultimate power to defeat merlin once and for all (petty bitch)

she REALLLYYYY just hated losing and its SO PETTY BUT SHE LETS IT DRIVE THE REST OF HER DAMN LIFE

and it took her years and years. TOO LONG, in fact. because by the time she found one, the creation of the isle of the lost had been found, and she was running out of time.

she figured out that the way to beat merlin was to use his own tools against him: LOVE, BELIEF, GOODNESS. and she was losing power, so there were no pure hearts to be found easily (though snow white had plenty of children, they were too heavily guarded), so she sought other means. 

she studied the lore of stars. she charted, planned, and waited for the next fallen star. it is said that if you were to consume the essence of a star, you would be filled with the purest magic of all, an everlasting, and sustaining magic. 

a week before she’s meant to be thrown into the isle, she finds a star. 

but it’s not all she thought it would be. the essence of the star was so pure, it was fading in her evil hands. in its raw form, it refused to be consumed, let alone touched, by her. so she wrapped it up in a cloth (its light already fading slowly), and scurried away, seeking another way to keep the star and ultimately eat it. 

bear in mind this is all just to defeat merlin 

she experiments quickly, using millifractions of the star and testing it on different creatures: she finds out that if she chooses the little woodland creatures and let them eat the heart -- and she eats their hearts...she’s awashed with the intense magic. 

but how to find a large enough heart that will stay alive all these years in the isle? she decides to find her child. the child she abandoned decades ago, the one where she can’t even remember where she left it. 1 year old, wandering the woods, died in the cold of winter. but she knows where it would have gone -- to the land of the dead.

and there, she finds a wizened old skeleton (elder gutknecht) telling her that she simply cannot take the dead out as she pleases -- but madam mim uses the last of her magic to find a way and now she finally has a capsule in which to keep the essence of the star

she keeps it in her daughter’s heart. and as soon as it is in there, the girl comes back to life -- well, an almost-life. she has no blood rushing through her veins, no heartbeat. she doesn’t feel pain or exhaustion as a living girl does. 

on the isle, mim begins a MIM’S MUSICALE -- a cabaret show and dinner theatre. giona is the cleaner and the waitress, as soon as she was old enough to carry a tray of food and a mop&bucket. it helps when your child’s half-dead and somehow seems more energetic at night. 

this is where mim’s ego truly thrives bc even tho she’s lost her shapeshifting powers, its still like 7 nights a week, ppl going to HER place to watch HER perform (like they have a choice lmao)

probably gives herself awards

fast forward to 12 yrs old: mim is settling into isle life but still impatient for when she and the other villains can break out. she hears giona singing while washing the dishes from the night before. the girl can sing. and, yes she was losing patrons bc mim’s performances are just too abstract for ppl to like (clearly). so she forces giona to become the new act. makes her perform, sing, dance, every night. 

mim almost forgets that there’s a star in this girl’s heart. she almost forgets, until she sees those small moments when giona’s in the kitchen, when she thinks mim can’t see her; baking a small cupcake from whatever ingredients she could find, and though there’s no magic allowed on the isle ... there is still something unnaturally bright about that girl. and she hates her for it. 

this ‘goodness’ and ‘purity’ thing is very merlin-y and she HAAAAATES THAT

HATES SUNLIGHT, HATES BRIGHTNESS, HATE, HATE, HATE!!!

BLACK SORCERY IS IN !!! MERLIN IS OUT !!!!!

so she works giona to death (sort of). and tells her she’s ugly. and bullies her into low self-esteem. 

16 years old: mim is getting more restless about being trapped in the isle. she decides to take action again. she begins to teach giona the mim magic, which is hexes and jinxes and shapeshifting, and ofc, a hatred for merlin. 

but by this time, giona’s made up her own mind about her life. and she won’t let her mother live it. 

SUMMARY: giona was dead and brought back to life with star-essence that mim put inside her heart, so she will eat the heart when giona breaks her out of the isle and then she’ll use that star magic to destroy merlin and be considered the greatest sorceror once and for all mwahahahaha. also the star thing is a complete secret, mim hasn’t told ANYONE and giona has no clue about the glowy thing.

WHAT CLOSE FRIENDS OF GIONA WOULD KNOW:

she has no heartbeat, her body is sort of cold, doesn’t bleed, doesn’t need as much sleep

probably if they’re the kind of friends that like ... are genuinely good for each other lmao, they probably saw a bit of giona’s ‘glow’ when she’s truly happy

[ PERSONALITY ]

100 bad bitches can’t tell me nothin’

still a sort of mini-mim because giona also has a very short temper and is prone to just .... never letting things go lmao 

hates her mother: found out at a young age that actually, she’s not ugly, and she’s not stupid and she starts to drown out mim’s nagging and bullying

but still, in the middle of the night (bc for some reason she feels more active at night and cant sleep), she hears her mother’s voice in her head and cries herself to sleep

loves music & shows & plays & acting & performing:  but hates being forced by her mother to do everything. she hates being forced to sing by someone, she hates being told what to do

hate hate hate !!!!

loves to bake: little cupcakes and muffins and baked goods, and cookies ofc, and bread, she loves to make all kinds of bread and pastries. at least, that’s the dream. on the isle, she’d be lucky if she could find clean flour. so far, she’s only made cookies and tiny cupcakes.

these foods are only reserved for her friends, and they are all SWORN to secrecy that they will never tell her mother

loyal to a fault: once she feels she can trust you, she will never let u go. it’s ride or die. growing up with a mother hell-bent on hating her, she began to appreciate the few friends she made on the isle, and will do absolutely anything for them

still tho she’s like ..... she’s a bitch first and a friend later 

loud as hell and speaks her mind and would probably get a tattoo that says NO RAGRETS.

loves magic: CAN’T WAIT TO USE HER POWERS AND TURN INTO ??? A BIRD ???

doesn’t know anything about her heart: all she knows is that her mother tells her to keep herself safe, otherwise all that “business of trying to bring you back to life will be for nothing”. 

so yeah, she knows she was dead. but she just believes her mother used necromancy to bring her back, and it clearly didn’t work the whole way because she’s not fully alive

but you wouldn’t even know it unless you tried to find a heartbeat

[ how they feel about heroes/villains ]

giona only hates one thing for sure that is her mother lmao

merlin ???? will be fun to see but like otherwise doesnt give two shits, will probably praise him and send him a cupcake to thank him for defeating her mum

operates on a “if you mess with me, i will mess with you back” basis

doesn’t want to join any squads that plan to ‘ruin auradon’ because to her its just hakuna matata bro let it go why can’t you just be happy we’re actually here ?? lets fuckin run away !!!

[ CONNECTYONS ]

from the isle:

VKs who regularly came to MIM’S MUSICALE and saw her perform! she will hate the reminder ty 

MIM probably also hired a few weekly performers, ppl who performed once a night so if ur muse was a performer on the isle pls hmu !!!! 

VK friends that giona met and has them try her tiny baked goods 

they must love the cupcakes and cookies OR ELSE >:(

now in auradon:

those who know magic, who would investigate/recognise why she glows when she’s ‘truly happy’ and tell her that she’s a STAR and that her mother is probably planning to EAT HER

DEAD PEOPLE TO BOND WITH OVER BEING DEAD 

women/nb to squad up with and go shopping with and basically pls give her a girl squad she will fight anyone for you and you can do each other’s nails and just MAKE HER TRULY HAPPY W REAL FRIENDS AAHHH

someone to show her the kitchens :0 and take her grocery shopping :0

MAGIC PPL TO TEST-DRIVE MAGIC WITH. i’m talking fun duels, and pranking people pls.

musicals ?? to join ??? where she can finally play the roles she wants to play, and sing the songs she wants to sing ??? amazin

[ MAD MIM MAGIC ]

shapeshifts into any animal !

shapeshifts their size ! can be teeny-tiny or gigantic

shapeshifts their features to look a little different ??? like can look hideous, or more beautiful, or taller, or with bigger ears -- but can’t change into a whole other person

potions and hexes and jinxes take more concentration, but she can do it

[ NOTES / STAR THINGS ]

oKAY SO !!!!

the star part is greatly inspired by Stardust, the movie, especially the part about her glowing when she’s truly happy

mim is essentially growing her child to one day be able to eat her heart, gain the infinite powers, and defeat merlin

but since giona is the star (over the years, the star became a part of her heart), rather than someone who consumed it, the magic works differently for her. so she glows, and she heals easily, and she is awake more at night. with giona, the star ecomes a way of being rather than a power-source.

if her heart were to be taken out, she would go back to being dead, with no hope of a second life as an undead or zombie, because the star is the only life giona actually has. once it is gone, she is nothing.

giona can still do all of madam mim’s typical magic ! shapeshifting is the big one, and her thing is pink-green coloured animals. 

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Here are the questions I was most curious about: 5, 10, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 25, 26, 30, 31, 36, 37, 41, 46, & 47. Hope you have fun answering them! :)

oooh these look fUN!

The Basics:

5. How much writing do you get done on an averageday?

lol none!! jk, though this is kind of the answer…? I don’t often write during the week because I spend the majority of my afternoons/nights on schoolwork (the grinddd), so on most nights, it’s about 0-15 words? Though this is very unpredictable, because there are some nights I do have time to write, and I on average write about 200 words during those sessions! I usually don’t break 1k during these writing sessions (unless I’m on vacation and things are really flowing)!

10.  Doyou set yourself deadlines?

No actually! I’ve never really been a deadlines person (is this why I get nothing done lol), but with my writing, I don’t (of course writing for school is an exception)!

The Specifics:

13.  Describeyour writing process from idea to polished

Ooooh I don’t even think I have a writing process, but if I were to list it: 

Get an idea. 

I admittedly don’t do this very often (new ideas specifically) because I’ve been writing the same series for five years help

The idea phase might include basic conflict, plot points, etc, though it’s usually vague. 

Work out the characters

This is very intuitive for me because I’m a pantser. Usually I can just feel out a narrator/the pov (my process involves a lot of guess work)

Start writing! 

Pray this all works out

When the draft is done, edit! A lot! Though I’m admittedly not very good at this lol

Here’s an example of what writing my latest short story (untitled so far) has looked like:

Get an idea

This was a one sentence note I jotted down in my phone: girl moves in with her sister and boyfriend

Work out the characters

 I first put a name to the main character because I can’t really work with a character if I don’t know their name/a distinct characteristic, and I was starting from nothing! I also knew she had a sister, an ex girlfriend (intuitively) and her sister’s boyfriend, so I put names to them too.

I then fleshed these characters out. For example:

Linda: MC, quiet, kind of weird, lives with her sister… WHY? because she’s dropped out of college/has gone through a breakup HOW? her sister agrees she can live in her house so long as she helps renovate it, WHAT is this house? Her mother’s property, an old commune her sister is now trying to uphaul etc etc etc

 Start writing!

I refer to writing I like in times of feeling stuck/try to identify if there’s a problem a few lines before. 

And so on! 

14.  Howdo you deal with self-doubts?

Oh boy… I usually just like to remind myself that no one is a perfect writer: even the words I looove in my favourite books/from my favourite writers probably didn’t always come easy

15.  Howdo you deal with writer’s block?

omg I cry. I’ve cried so many times because of writer’s block lol hahahahaaa. I’ll be honest: I usually don’t feel motivated enough to find solutions to writer’s block, so when I run into a block, I like to give myself the chance to just… take a break? I often find I have writer’s block because I’ve been working all day, and I realllyyyy want to write 500 000 words in the 10 minutes I have to write before I need to hit the hay, which doesn’t create a very good environment to write in? So taking a break is helpful. Writing something else (like a short story, an alternate storyline or even notes for the book) helps too!

16.  Howmany drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

For the majority of my work (fostered), I’ve actually only ever written one draft of every book, but I’d still say I’m satisfied with a lot of the work. I could go back and continuing editing/redrafting, but I love the idea of preserving improvement through every book (especially for that series). For the excerpts I share on here, they don’t really go through many passes of editing? Maybe two passes for line edits! Though I’d say this is case by case, that’s just my experience with fostered! I also edit as I go, so that’s a factor to consider as well. 

17.  Whatwriting habits or rituals do you have?

GREEN. TEA. 

18.  Ifyou could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you writeabout?

Oh man… Just going to shout out my literary moms (and moms in general): @sssoto​, @shaelinwrites​, @sarahkelsiwrites​

19.  Howdo you keep yourself motivated?

I’m so bad at keeping myself motivated, lols, I give up on myself a lot! I would love to be motivated all the time, but this can become really difficult! I find that consistently working/thinking about/doing anything related to my projects is helpful! Even if I can’t write every day (which I definitely don’t), even just thinking about my characters for a few minutes can help keep up momentum. 

20.  Howmany WIPs and story ideas do you have?

Not very many! For novels, I only have the FOSTERED series which is (unfortunately loool) ongoing. I have a few short story ideas I’m tinkering with. Though I don’t have many projects! (my brain can only come up with ideas for fostered I-)

The Favourites

21.  Whois/are your favourite character(s) to write?

Yessss let me pick between my children!! mwahahaha. In order for fostered’s main squad:

Lonan (ew)

Reeve

Harrison

Darren

Foster

Foster gets no credit he’s truly so interesting I just like horrible people (which I would say this list is in order of too hahahaah). We need justice for Foster this is blasphemy. 

As for side characters that are interesting to write with:

Lincoln

Izzy

Emily

Anna

22.  Whois/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?

Oh I looove writing about (in order): 

Lonan/Harrison

Give. Me. The. Drama. This just in, they’ve been beefing for five books straight, and it’s still not over!

Also my entire sketchbook is just them help

Lonan/Reeve

Always trying to come for each other’s wigs, but if someone dare get in the way of their siblingship, they’ll magically team back up and cut YOU

Reeve/Darren

A new favourite! When you try to be nice to a new person you meet and then she won’t stop trying to marry you

Reeve/Izzy

Reeve and her mother have such an interesting relationship because they are basically the same person. Except neither of them realize this? You wanna drink cheap margaritas and smoke cigarettes in your motel room with your daughter? Sign me uppp

Foster/Harrison

This friendship be stronger than my wig y’all, you want some bromance in your life? Bromance you shall RECIEVE. 

Reeve/Emily

The amount of… shit? these girls get into? I love it?? Give me moreee they’re so magically mischievous together

Reeve/Foster

This relationship gets no credit (my fault) but I’m really loving planning the evolution of their relationship especially in the next books, as they’ve gone from lovers to friends to ghost busting partners? We stan? (how did this happen) 

25.  Favouritepart of writing

In terms of process, I love drafting the most! Picking words is also fun lol

26.  Favouritewriting program

Microsoft Word is my bitch.

30.  Favouriteidea you haven’t started on yet

Does the intro to book 7 count? We got overdue rent, we got running from your problems and a ghostbusting alliance, who could ask for more? (truly just want to finish book 6 and write this book!)

The Dark

31.  Leastfavourite part of writing

I’ll say revisions, not because I don’t like revisions, but because I’m very bad at revising my own work. I can target the problems, but can’t find solutions.

The Fun

36.  Lastsentence you wrote

I’ll keep in touch and send his daughters souvenirs—Iheart NY, Lady Liberty printed on t-shirts. 

37.  Firstsentence or your current WIP

I’m going to share the first sentence of the chapter I’m working on since I’ve shared the first sentence of the book before and I *despise* it:

Whenmy mother was nineteen, she packed up her stuff from small town Minnesota andmoved to New York.

The Rest of It

41.  Anyadvice for new/beginning/young writers?

Take it easy! Write what you’re interested in--not what you think you should write, and allow yourself room to make mistakes. There are no failures in writing: you’re always going to learn something, so don’t get caught up in the fear of something not being good (

46.  Doyou reread your own stories?

Yes! I find it’s harder to when I’ve sent it to someone (teacher, friends etc etc) and I’m worried it’ll be bad, but I really do enjoy reading my own work. It’s just nice to transport to a different place in my head. Also narrating my work is so entertaining, lol. I read my old books to fall asleep often (I’m currently re-reading book 5 of fostered). 

47.  Bestway to procrastinate

What’s the best way not to? (My personal fave is re-reading all my old notes instead of writing)

Thank you for the questions! :))

--Rachel