#i stayed up wayyyyy too long to write this

[cecropiacrown]

This may be basic but I'd die happy if Feng Xin gets to be bullied gently - like, confused as he's tugged into bed but like...not aggressively? Gentle kisses mixed with weak insults?? Who is this and where is his boyfriend??? (bottom Feng Xin is my life and I need him to be cared for oh my god) ((I haven't quite figured out WHY Mu Qing is acting this way- maybe Feng Xin has been overworked for the past couple of weeks? Reward? Who knows)

I love you for this and I so wholeheartedly agree. Bottom Feng Xin (my beloved) absolutely deserves to be taken care of. Here's a little smutty piece for ya! <3

"A-Qing?" Feng Xin questions, an amused look on his face as his boyfriend stands expectantly in front of him. Mu Qing's arms are crossed over his chest and he's tapping his foot impatiently, as if he didn't just ask—

"Yes or no, Feng Xin. Do you want to have sex or not?"

Feng Xin stifles a laugh and kicks a bit at one of the legs of the stool he's sitting on. Bizarre is the only word that comes to mind to describe this current interaction. He fixes Mu Qing with probing look, his eyebrow cocked as he tries to keep his lips from smiling.

"This is not typically how we do this," he points out, feeling a bit smug when Mu Qing's face starts to flush. His boyfriend scoffs and rolls his eyes, pointedly ignoring his quickly reddening face as he glares at Feng Xin.

"What? Must all things stay the same for you to enjoy them?"

"Well—no, but—"

"Then c'mon," Mu Qing says, cutting Feng Xin off.

He stands with one hand on his hip and offers out his other hand to Feng Xin who is still seated on his stool and at a complete loss as to what he's supposed to do with the offer. Kiss it? Is he meant to kiss it? But usually they talk about it first if they're going to do a scene, but—

"Feng Xin," Mu Qing scolds, sounding exasperated. The words leave Feng Xin leaning halfway to Mu Qing's hand, his lips puckered and poised to kiss. He stops in his tracks, looking up to Mu Qing with a slack expression as if to say what now?

"Give me your hand, you absolute idiot."

"Oh. Well, you could have just fucking said that now, couldn't you?"

"And what was it I did just now, Feng Xin? Did I not literally say that to you with my own mouth?"

"For fuck's sake, A-Qing," Feng Xin grumbles, snatching Mu Qing's hand in his own and tugging roughly just because he can. Mu Qing doesn't even budge—what a bitch.

"I meant earlier. Couldn't you have just said that in the first place?"

Mu Qing sighs heavily and rolls his eyes again, easily pulling Feng Xin to his feet even though Feng Xin purposely tries to make it harder for him by not helping.

Usually Mu Qing has plenty to say about Feng Xin and his attitude, but he stays uncharacteristically quiet as he leads Feng Xin down the hall and into their bedroom.

And then Feng Xin is being kissed.

It's heated and it's wanting but it's far from the rough and passionate treatment he's used to. He thinks he might like it. Feng Xin closes his eyes and sinks against the wall Mu Qing is pressing him into.

He parts his lips—lets Mu Qing taste him with his tongue—and groans, hips jutting off the wall in small, barely contained thrusts.

Mu Qing snakes his arms around Feng Xin's waist and tugs at the hem of his shirt. They part only long enough to get the fabric out of the way, their lips locking again as soon as the shirt makes it over Feng Xin's head.

Mu Qing's hands are a steady weight on Feng Xin's slim waist and Feng Xin lets himself be held in place, the ache of arousal throbbing between his legs so incessantly that he can't help but whine. Mu Qing nibbles on his bottom lip—sucks it into his mouth with a wet sound that drives Feng Xin insane—and slides his hands down to Feng Xin's hips.

Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing's ass and pulls him closer, tilting his head as he presses back into the kiss. Mu Qing slips his tongue back into Feng Xin's mouth, swiping it along his front teeth to toy at one of his canines and it's so distracting that Feng Xin doesn't even realize one of Mu Qing's hands has moved until it's already dipped into his pants.

Mu Qing palms Feng Xin through his boxers with a hand skilled specifically in the art of taking Feng Xin apart, and suddenly there is nothing but Mu Qing all around him.

Mu Qing holding his hip.

Mu Qing stroking his cock.

Mu Qing in his mouth and his scent in his nose and his image in his mind and then—

Mu Qing is breaking their kiss and pulling Feng Xin's pants down.

Feng Xin follows along in a daze, stepping out of the pants and doing the same thing when Mu Qing drags his boxers down immediately after.

Mu Qing leans forward from where he is crouched in front of Feng Xin and buries a feather-soft kiss right to the spot where Feng Xin's happy trail turns into his dark pubic hair.

Where is Feng Xin's bully of a boyfriend?

Who is this gentle creature who has taken his place?

"Mu Qing..?" Feng Xin asks in a quiet and hoarse whisper, not really sure where his voice has gone to.

Mu Qing stands up a bit unsteadily and leans into Feng Xin's space for support, pressing their chests together as he trails kisses along Feng Xin's sensitive neck.

"Yes, A-Xin?"

"What are—" Feng Xin clears his throat uselessly as Mu Qing sucks a mark onto his collarbone and kisses his way down to one of his nipples. He licks the chilled, pebbled skin with a firm and flat tongue, pulling pliancy from Feng Xin like it's his job to do so. He eases Feng Xin's legs apart just wide enough for him to fit his clothed knee up against his boyfriend's throbbing cock, coaxing Feng Xin to grind into him. There are not many things Feng Xin is powerless to—but one of them is most certainly Mu Qing.

Mu Qing suddenly pushes off of the wall and drags Feng Xin with him, their hands and lips still linked when the backs of Feng Xin's knees hit something soft.

Mu Qing break their kiss, pulling back just enough to remain the one thing in Feng Xin's blurry vision—like a dream.

"Sit," he murmurs, his voice husky and his eyes swimming with a desire that Feng Xin covets like joy.

And sit Feng Xin does.

It's almost funny how quickly he drops to their bed, chin tilted up to watch Mu Qing whose only offering is a smirk and a teasingly slow strip show. His shirt comes off first and he tosses it to join Feng Xin's heap of clothing on the floor.

"You're beautiful, Feng Xin," Mu Qing says, his hands expertly easing his belt buckle loose so he can work on the fly of his jeans. Feng Xin makes a wounded sound—like he's been punched in the stomach—and looks pleadingly up at Mu Qing's face.

Something flips in Mu Qing's expression and he tugs his own jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them out of the way. Feng Xin's eyes slide down Mu Qing's form appreciatively, openly staring between his legs, always mesmerized by the sight of him. He swallows.

"What's this even about?" he manages to ask, still feeling like this entire ordeal has come out of nowhere.

Mu Qing tsks, seeming almost annoyed, and snaps his fingers in Feng Xin's line of sight. Feng Xin's eyes dart up to Mu Qing's face obediently.

For several seconds the two of them just stare at each other, eyes locked as the warmth of their intimacy blossoms between them.

"I just—" Mu Qing sighs, his brows knitting together as he thinks. When the words finally come to him, he has stepped close enough to lean down and press a kiss to Feng Xin's forehead. His hand finds its way to the back of Feng Xin's neck and he pulls back to look him deeply in the eyes.

"I want to love on you, okay? I want to—to take you apart and kiss you and make you feel good."

Feng Xin is in love with him.

Feng Xin is so fucking in love with him.

Mu Qing gets this complicated look on his face and steps back again, leaving Feng Xin bereft.

"If you don't want that—"

"I want it."

"A-Xin?"

"Please."

Mu Qing's eyes grow impossibly dark but he makes no move to come closer, which is certainly a crime against Feng Xin and one he will not be taking lightly.

Feng Xin hums in complaint and offers both his hands out to Mu Qing from where he sits naked on their bed, trying to glare but surely only managing to muster a pitiful pout.

Mu Qing smiles at him then—a small and genuine thing he wears just for Feng Xin—and all Feng Xin can think about is how in love he is.

The bed dips as Mu Qing slides a knee up onto the mattress, right between Feng Xin's spread legs. He takes just Feng Xin's fingers in his hands, squeezing them before sliding their palms together in an achingly too-gentle way that sends shivers wracking up and down Feng Xin's entire body. Mu Qing twists his wrists so that their hands line up perfectly and then he threads their fingers together and presses Feng Xin into the mattress, their joined hands sinking into the pillows just above Feng Xin's head.

Feng Xin's eyes are hazy as they go half-lidded, a moan slipping out of his throat as Mu Qing settles in against him.

"Let me take care of my boy, alright? Can you let me do that, A-Xin?"

"Yes," Feng Xin says desperately, pressing up into Mu Qing's touch with an eagerness he ought to be embarrassed of but doesn't have the brain space to even think about.

"I'm yours," he promises.

And as a reward, Feng Xin gets a kiss left like a prayer right at the top of his cupid's bow and the touch is so heart-achingly sweet it makes him dizzy.

Oh, how good it is to be loved.

"I'm all yours."

[andieluvsduckie]

OKAY HELLO THERE FOLKS im here rn to tell you abt a heathers au i have where jd survives !! i wrote most of this vv late at night so forgive me if it doesnt make sense or if its dumb lol, also this is based off the movie bcuz i havent seen the musical yet

(copypasted from notes)

(putting it under the cut cuz its long as FUCK)

-okay so theres multiple versions i have of this au, in one of them jd and veronica arent together, but that made me kinda sad (my poor little mega-crush-on-jd heart doesnt want him to be lonely </3) so i have another au where their shared secrets end up keeping them together, and then that one also has two versions, one where they have a kid and one where they dont (this is proof i have too much free time amd i write shit way too late at night) (also i have way more hcs abt the "they do stay together" version lmao)

-so the bomb didnt work quite as well as he thought it wld. he still got blown the fuck up but not bad enough to kill him (obvi). someone called an ambulance (im not sure who but definitely not veronica /lh), he got rushed off to hospital, he was there for quite a while and got a lot of scars and stuff but somehow he managed to survive (they thought he was a total goner man)

-veronica didnt know he was still alive for a few weeks. the explosion was on the news, but she was majorly avoiding tv altogether at the time (no matter where you are the news is always reporting on some sort of death and tragedy, and it served as WAYYYYY too much of a reminder of what she and jd did). she didnt find out til she actually saw him in person

-she was at the 711 (or wherever the fuck they got the slushies from idk its midnight rn) getting potato chips (yes this is an important detail to me. dont ask me why.) and he happened to be there at the same time

-she totally freaked the hell out when she saw him ("no. no! youre dead! youre dead! youre fucking dead!" "well you see, the thing is, im actually not.") and it took her awhile to come to terms with the situation

-in the "veronica-less" au, they ran into each other a few times after that, veronica refused to talk with him, and he ended up leaving sherwood and going to. um. somewhere else idk thats honestly as far as i got with this version 👍👍👍

-in the "they stay together" version (holy fuck i need proper names for these man), they also kept running into each other, but this time it worked out different yk (god i sound stupid sorry). they were both rlly conflicted abt it. it was like they both wanted to see each other again, but at the same time it felt like the worst thing that cld possibly happen. but you see, it kept happening. and happening. and happening. its like they couldnt  avoid each other. and at some point or another, they started just wanting it to happen. then kind of actively trying to make it happen. and then he finally just asked her out. she said no bcuz she needed some time to think abt it (they did go out a couple weeks later tho)

-(skip back in time a lil here bcuz im a fuckin scatterbrain lmao) when veronica found out jd was still alive she was scared of him yk (i mean i wld be too if my supposed-to-be-dead ex showed up outta nowhere) but she realised that like. he changed. smth happened in his silly lil head when he nearlu died, and he realised that everything that happened was totally fucked up and he actually regrets it and wants to do things different yk. (wanna be a better person? have a near-death experience /j)

-youd expect them to go get slushies when they finally do go on a date. NOPE. they actually go out for breakfast and get waffles (jd absolutely 100% loves waffles and you cannot convince me otherwise)

-at some point or another, veronica buys him little vinyl dinosaur stickers (yknow like the kind you can put on laptops and helmets and stuff). i dont know when this happens. i dont know why this happens. but i know it happens.

-jd kinda wants to be a theatre actor for a lil while, he ends up having tiny roles in a few things but he never rlly has any cool roles yk (im not quire sure why this is part of my au now but its probably just bcuz i wanna watch the musical lmao)

-okay i told you there was two points where this au branches off and congratulations youve just reached the second point 👍👍👍 this is where the path splits between "jd and veronica with no kids" and "jd and veronica with a kid"

-in the "no kids" version, they cant have a kid bcuz theyre scared that they wont be able to raise a child properly and the kid will turn out like they did, and thats the scariest thought in the world to them

-in the "jd and veronica with kids" version (srsly i need the power to create au titles man eueueue), they have a teenage daughter named alina

-theyre super super SUPER protective of her and like theyre always fretting abt whether theyre doing a good job

-they dont tell her abt what they did in '88 bcuz theyre worried abt how shell react, sometimes they think maybe they shld say smth but they always end up agreeing to "just wait til later" (theyre never gonna tell her man theres no way in hell)

-jd knows that the only reason veronica was involved in the deaths was bcuz she was with him, and so he gets extra extra worried whenever alina starts dating someone bcuz hes scared that shell get taken down the same path that he took veronica down all those years ago (which is very unlikely but i mean can ya blame him?)

-jd 100% needs therapy but cant get it bcuz how the fuck do you tell a therapist that you murdered three ppl and then tried to explode yourself. so instead he has a diary he writes in every day and he uses it as sort of self-therapy (i tooooootally didnt just take one of my own personality traits or habits or wtvr the word is and give it to him. totally not. totally. 👍)

-uh thats it for now but i definitely have more au hcs tucked away in my one singular braincell, i just need to find em apparently- also apologies for the excessive parentheses 👍👍👍

[kkpup]

more on latin twins-

ok so I feel like learning english would have been pretty different for the two of em and I want to do them justice so I'll go over nightmare in a different post

[read: they way I wanted Nightmare’s side to go would cause a massive plothole in my au so i need a bit to find a work around]

I don't wanna proof read so read with caution

So I feel like Dream was semi continuous in stone but without anyone there other than nightmare early on (who was still speaking only Latin at that point) even if Dream was FULLY aware (he wasn't ) he wouldn't just *know* english magically. So- how would they learn? Same answer to most of my self imposed Dream issues:

✨️Blue✨️

They would have a lot of lingering fear from what happened to Night with the village along with a subconscious understanding that how Dream themself was being extremely exploited and neglected by the village. That would most certainly not go away after his years trapped. If anything, being stuck in a dream-like state for thay long with those being your last memories would probably make it worse, wouldn't it? So it would make sense for him to avoid long interactions with anyone if possible, and ive already discussed how he stays out of stores and towns so it would take an unreasonably long time for him to be fluent. Luckily he met blue!

In my AU Dream and Ink are in contact but that doesn't help much because in yhis AU

1: Ink can speak any language, it just makes sense that the creators vessel can easily Interact with all the Creators! Si he would just talk to Dream in latin. And,

2: Ink would be so busy with his job as the creator's vessel that they wouldn't have time to be actual friends with anyone (he gets his own issues, dont u worry)

With that said, Dream would probably meet Blue while checking out a sudden disturbance in balance with underswap. It was easy enough to fix but Dream was tired and low on magic and underswap had so much positivity so he found a tree to lean on and fell asleep near the post-pacifist town Blue and Stretch lived in. Blue was jogging in the woods and found he so of course he went to see if that strange feeling skeleton was ok and offer snacks. This obviously scared the shit out of Dream and Blue was talking too fast with too many big words for him to translate, but Blue emotions felt so genuine and good that Dream stuck around for a bit.

This ends up being a routine and Blue is quick to pick up that Dream doesn't really understand him, so instead of bringing it up he just talked more enunciated and used visuals while explaining things and it turns out that teaching style just works well with Dream.

Though Blue would never hear him speak anything but English untill wayyyyy later in their relationship, might write a drabble about that haha. Same with Nightmare and the gang but they wouldn’t know he even spoke a different language so surprise ×2!

[forgetmynamepleasethanks]

OHOHOH I have a good idea for a request :> possibly could I get either headcanons or a scenario, you can choose, of Kris with a reader who had a simular kind of incident to the one Mae Borowski had in NITW? (if you don't know what that is its p easy to search it up there's a whole wiki page for it) hope that made sense!!!!

This has been sitting in my asks for so many months along with a few other posts. I wont lie to you. I forgot my password. Fixed that issue though so here we are. I'm writing this little preamble thing December 10th 2022 so lets see how long it takes me to write this whole thing. Hope you enjoy.

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Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human, or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't really talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser." Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person." Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris this was now or never.

"Because I miss you." Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Kris missed you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that." Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have

Wise parents in Hometown warn their kids to stay away from them.

Kids too little to even remember why they're supposed to be scared scurry off and kids old enough to remember keep their heads down and walk past them.

The outburst of the only other human in town and the disappearance of Dess Holiday has got to be one of the worst "coincidences" to grace Hometown newspapers ever.

For a while after the incident, you tried your best to recoup your losses. But no matter how hard you seemed to try, no one was interested in humoring your request to be friends anymore.

For 2 years this continued.

To the rest of Hometown you weren't a human or a monster, but you were a monster. You were a perfect example of why they didn't let many humans live here. A psycho who brutalizes innocent monsters.

That's all you were to them.

You tried to get over it. Can't keep beating yourself up forever right? Time to move on to better things? Right? Your grades began to drop rapidly, bringing you from 3rd in the class to almost last place.

Despite everything, you kept going.

Kris did not understand you. They are one of the very few people who aren't scared of you. They feel for you, as a fellow outcast they get what it's like to just want to curl up in a ball and never leave your bed.

After everything that happened to them, all the yelling, being treated as an outcast, the weird looks, the loneliness, why wouldn't they want to just disappear?

You don't talk to anyone, sometimes you'll ask them for a pencil but other than that it's effectively radio silence between you and the rest of Hometown.

You rarely smiled, you were rarely seen outside of school or your house, and even seeing you at school became a more and more special encounter. You were almost like a secret boss in a video game or something.

You captured Kris' attention and never let go. Why couldn't they stop thinking about you?

"Well that's easy, you have a crush loser," Susie replied to them, throwing another rock into the lake.

Kris didn't believe a word of it.

A crush?

On you?

No way.

No wayyyyy.

Yes way?

I mean just because they thought your smile was so infectious that whenever you wave at them for a pencil they smile, or how even though they know what you did they can't get your face out of their head, or how no matter what you wear you look perfect doesn't mean they have a crush on you!

You probably wouldn't even like them back...

Only one way to find out right?

The sun was setting, signaling for all the other kids to leave the playground and start heading home. Except you. You decided to stay a little longer. Feet brushing through brown mulch below the swing you gently rocked yourself on, hands wrapped around your journal, you heard the sound of footsteps on grass. You glanced up, focusing on the approaching figure which had sat on the swing next to you.

Kris Dreemurr.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kris broke it.

"I don't think you're a bad person," Kris stated quietly looking to you for your reaction.

"Gee thanks." You said, a little confused with the whole interaction.

"Why don't you come to school anymore?" Kris asked you.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You teased, stretching your arms and yawning.

For you, this was just some chance interaction, but for Kris, this was now or never.

"Because I miss you," Kris explained quietly.

You froze for a second. Did Kris miss you? Town crazy person? Wow.

You grinned that crooked grin that Kris couldn't get enough of, before replying.

"Well if you care so much I guess I can show up some more." You proclaimed through your smile.

"I'd like that," Kris said, so quietly you barely heard them.

You stood up from your swing and yawned again. "It's getting late, let me walk you home." You offered.

Kris only nodded before standing up and dusting their pants off. Before they could react you had grabbed their hand and were pulling them along.

Oh.

Oh.

So you did like them back. Would have been nice to know that earlier.

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I wrote this March 12, 2023. I wrote it all in one day and I'm not super proud of it but you know how it is. Hope you enjoy it. I'm going to try and be more active again.

[baconcolacan]

What sort of relationship has the gang now? (Ew stay au) what does Tord think of them?

Okay it would take me wayyyyy too long to make new visuals to explain this au so I'll just write it down. Also keep in mind, this AU IS very self-indulgent so expect some ships I like:

The Stay AU is just a little thing I made for self-indulgence reasons. I wanted to explore the gang's relationships through a softer, albeit complicated, lens.

These designs I have for them are versions of them in their mid to late 20s. They did have a phase where they all wore their signature matching hoodies, but I place that timeline somewhere in their early twenties to late teens. In the Stay au, I'm focusing on them mostly in their late 20s onwards.

Brief summary of their history before my timeline: Edd was friends with Tord first, because during their first day of school he was the only other kid who was drawing by himself instead of outside during recess. Tom and Matt are childhood friends, their parents knew each other but they had a falling out, only later-hesitantly- reconciling when they all became friends with Edd and Tord. They all grow up together afterwards. Since you asked about Tord's point of view, here's his thoughts about his friends throughout the years until his 30s, keep in mind I'm not gonna be able to explain it thoroughly enough without it devolving into a 200k word fanfic: Edd - (childhood to late 20s) Arguably his best friend. He thinks the world of Edd since he approached him first and showed genuine interest in getting to know him. Edd's the first person he made friends with in England, which makes it special since the move had been so jarring for him. Growing up with Edd was pretty easy, despite him being snarky at times he always made sure to include Tord in everything he did, it was touching how much he cared. Tord had never met a person who was as excitable as Edd was, even if it often led to harrowing situations. Edd always seemed to want him to be part of his life for a very long time, it was the first time Tord had ever felt like someone cared and wanted him to be there. It pained him to leave when he did, out of everyone in the group, Edd was the one he couldn't look in the eye when he left. (30s) He had cut off contact with the group, but he still felt guilty the first few years when Edd would try to call or send him emails. He switched his phone number and abandoned his old email to make it easier. (mid 30s) Met him again but on the battlefield. It hurt him a lot to see him there after he tried everything to not get them involved. He never got to explain himself as a bomb, aimed for him, came screaming towards them. He thought Edd had died that day. (late 30s) Found out that Edd was alive, tried everything to reach him, even so far as visit England under pretense of a meeting with the PM. Found Edd after scouring London for a week, got into a fight with him, couldn't explain himself due to being overwhelmed. Edd said he hated him. It shattered him. Hasn't contacted him since. Tom - (childhood to late 20s) He wasn't sure about him when they first met, Tom got pretty attached to Edd when he first met him- mostly to make Matt jealous at the start, but then he started to genuinely like Edd and follow him around like a puppy- this caused Tord to get jealous and insecure, his kid brain thinking that Tom would take away his first friend in a scary new country, thus began what would become a lifetime of bickering and fighting. Tord admittedly feels a bit ashamed that he started their petty squabbling by essentially trying to bully Tom away from Edd. Of course, Tom fought back every step of the way, by the time they were teenagers they forgot why they started disliking each other in the first place, just seemed natural for them to be on opposing ends. Funky teenager stuff happened, and it ended up with them being on again off again lovers up until their early 20s. Then the incident happened, Tom was drunk and he decided to pick a fight with him, but this time he might have pushed too far, Tom managed to injure him with a broken bottle, causing the scar on his eyebrow. It was tense between them for a while, eventually they stopped fighting, sometimes even curling up together on the couch, but they never addressed what happened even when Tord was going to leave. (mid 30s) Met him on the battlefield. The bomb happened. He managed to save him but Tom still got injured in the process, costing his eyesight. Tord had been beside himself and wracked with guilt every time he looked at Tom's bandaged eyes. He broke down crying, apologizing for what happened. Tom didn't speak to him for a while, but later on slowly began to talk to him again. They restarted their relationship, this time "without the baggage" as per Tom's request.

(late 30s) His relationship with Tom is nice, cozy even, but he still feels guilt and shame even when Tom smiles at him and calls him "Elskede". He tries to make it work, but he doesn't know if he genuinely can, Tom wanted to try again "without the baggage" but Tord wanted nothing more than to finally address all of the ugly things they had done to each other. Though, hes scared of losing the only good thing he seems to have at this point. Matt - (childhood to late 20s) He's not as close to Matt than the other two are. When they were kids, Matt didn't seem to really want to be in his company, especially after he made up with Tom and Tord started antagonizing him throughout the years. Tord might have been a little scared of Matt, especially when he would glare at him every time he made Tom cry. He really didn't want to be around Matt for a while, he was a bit intimidating from their childhood to their early 20s. After the incident with Tom, Matt had been the one to approach him first, scolding him for the things he said, but relenting about how far Tom had taken it. Matt admitted he never really liked Tord, but was willing to set his feelings aside because it seemed like he finally got some sense knocked into him (pun intended). Unexpectedly, he would spend sleepless nights out in the backyard with Matt, and just...talk about the things that worry him and make him insecure. Matt is really good at self-love talk, and has helped him through darker moments. Matt had actually been the one to encourage him to leave, not because he didn't like him, but somehow Matt understood he couldn't grow into "himself" if he was just stuck there in London, it wasn't healthy for him to be stagnant, and Matt understood that. He was the only one whose eyes he could meet when he left, Matt had looked sad, but he smiled at him nonetheless. (mid 30s) Met him again but on the battlefield. The bomb hit. Matt had been the most mutilated out of all of them, but Tord managed to save him. Matt was in a coma for a while, leading Tord down a depressive spiral, worried that Matt would never come to. He spent almost every day visiting his ward, just to stand watch for a few hours and talk to him. (late 30s) Matt eventually woke up, but with complications, his memory became shoddy and mostly jumbled. He remembers things sometimes, but sometimes he doesn't. This became something of a heavy point of guilt for Tord, and he became extremely devastated when Matt forgot him. While true that he didn't become close with Matt in their early years, he treasured the moments he managed to have with him later on. Now he was back to being a stranger. It felt like he had lost Matt on that battlefield anyway.

[quinloki]

OKAY BUT IZOU IS 100% PURPOSEFULLY A LITTLE SHIT I can just picture him being amused in the beginning but then losing his patience bc NOTHING is happening the two brothers are content to play the long game and slowly win you over since they don't want to pressure you! and that's no fun to izou

so he works on sending luffy/ace/thatch at convenient times to interrupt and if it was anyone besides sabo/marco they prolly wouldn't catch on but those two are smart and sly on their own so they maybe originally think it's the other one before discussing it. It's not like they're on bad terms they're aware what the other is doing and maybe they've snuck themselves out onto a 'date' the other had but they're both mature adults so there's really no hostility there, just some brotherly competition. so they work out that it's izou somehow, maybe izou is very very subtly flirting on his own where they can see, but you're definitely oblivious bc he's VERY subtle about it

and I can picture them confonting him about it and him being like what? if you don't hurry up someone else will snatch the little flower up and arrange her beautifully

OKAY also agree that they would eavesdrop. my brain said no earlier when I said vent trope but nah, sabo would give zero shits and be at that door. imagine yall had something going on earlier with a few drinkies and you're just a littleeeee tipsy too when ace comes to ask you what's up so you maybe give him way more details than he asked for and they both hear the whole thing (and ace definitely needs another drink after that)

thatch being the oblivious tip offer is so funny bc he means well and it's so cute I can see thatch casually talking marco up to you too and it's not like them going to thatch's bar would be TOTALLYYYYY creepy like they could just play it off as they came to see thatch! no idea you were there!

yes the 'soft around me then scary dangerous around threats' is such a good trope omg I love it like you've seen all of them playfully mad at ribbing between brothers but the actual anger is blowing your mind!!! (and it's kinda hot lolol)

okay but yes to mafia au (and heheheh hotel with marco and sabo >>) but imagine they were kinda in that world to begin with (maybe not mafia but connected enough to know who's who and have strong connections/money) and another reason you're such good friends with ace besides the punch first mantra is that you're both a little dumb like he tried to bring it up at some point, thought you understood, and maybe you said something like 'i don't need to know details' (bc you thought it was something wayyyyy different) and so when you went to move in they asked ace if you were aware of whatever and he was like yes! but she doesn't want details! and they start explaining it after and it's like ????? excuse me WHAT idk just a dumb misunderstanding bc you and ace are just a little dumb together especially and you're sitting there like oh… they have a really big, nice house and oh all have nice cars and wait how did you not notice this before

lmao and imagine the hotel shower looks like the one in your dream so there goes into that train of thought as you're trying to calm down from everything else and man did they look hot when they were mad >>

quin you fed my brain and now it's going in overdrive oh my god I can't get it out of my head help I'm so sorry I typed so much at you T_______T

DO NOT APOLOGIZE - Omfg this was AMAZING to read - you are killing me in the best way. I love it. I want to write it. I want to just line up espresso shots and stay up all night and not sleep and just WRITE THIS because it is just getting more and more amazing the more we talk about it.

Mafia-ish AU - Maybe the Edward Family did start below board. Made some nice money from it now and then transitioned to actual legal activities. Sure there's still some shady connections in there, you can't shake them entirely, debts owed and all that. But legal enough that the marines who harass them aren't going to get any where.

Sabo's a lawyer, part of Dragon's firm, and half his job is dealing with the red tape the Government dogs insist on throwing at the family business, that has truly and honestly gone from Family to family.

Marco's effectively the CEO of the company, Pops stepped down and retired after shifting everything over to a legit business. Thatch had the bar as a front originally, but had effectively shifted it into a lucrative business before the rest of the family business shifted over. (Izou's the CFO, Ace works in the mail room, but he is learning the ropes for the entire business, and will spend 1-2 years in just about every role in the company so he can learn logistics hands on).

The family's not that long removed from things either, maybe five years. Maybe somewhere between 10 and five, like, just enough to be honestly legit, but not so much that they've gone soft by any stretch of the word.

Shanks is still mafia, and I think friends with enough of the Edward Boys that there's some amicable exchange of information between them. He keeps them in the loop, they set up some shell corps for him. There's real animosity with Kaido and Big Mom though, but most of that might not even come into play with the story.

I LOVE the hotel shower being like the one in the dream, and you over-shared details with Ace, so Sabo and Marco both know. Know in that "Oh what an interesting shower, wouldn't you say so?" kind of way.

Oh but man - word gets out, the Edward Boys have a weakness™ - you'd have to be hella dumb to take that risk, or crazy powerful, or just plain crazy.

At some point you learn that the brothers aren't blood related - and that's one of those "I should've known" moments, cause everyone looks so different, and it was a Family™ and not even an adopted family, and gods alive Sabo isn't even Marco's brother, he's Ace's and something about sake, and Luffy, and don't think too hard on it, how did that dream go again?

[ahoneesan]

ATHLETICS TRACKING - 5/9/23

Subtitile: HEY I USED TO MAKE POSTS ABOUT THIS

hi! its been a bit. i dont think ive made any posts about this particular subject on this particular blog. not the long form effort posts like these, at least. there have been some fairly major developments here so i figured it was as good a time as any to log them here. and maybe get into the rhythm of writing regularly about this again? dont get your hopes up. but maybe more regularly than Not At All. anyways!

so thanks to having a job i have a gym membership now! that means i can lift Actual Weight instead of being trapped at 40lbs due that being all my at-home dumbbells can do. its nice! i've been progressing through my 5x5 workout without any real trouble so far. except for my overhead press. i literally cannot even begin to finish my 5 sets there, at the suggested introductory weight of 45lbs. its kinda baffling, i wish i knew why exactly i had that one hurdle. but i was barely making 5x5 on 40lbs either so, naturally 45 would be tougher! i should probably deload down to, idk, 35 or something and work my way back up but man. cmon! lets frickin go!

the rest of my numbers (which ill list down below) are doing well. i think, at least. steady gains (though they are "newbie gains") through and through, if i stay consistent on em ill be squattin 100 byyyyyy monday after next. which would be pretty cool! i guess! i havent encountered any real hurdles yet (apart from the OP i just mentioned) so its hard to get motivated by goals. im in this for like, the thrill of the lift. again: i guess!

cardio has been fine, though due to workin out preshift i dopnt have time to just like, run forever on that. maybe i only go in early for weights n leave cardio for after? maybe i cardio by running around the block at home then bus in to work like usual? maybe i just crank the speed and hope for the best? ok i did try that last one and it fucked my knee up just a bit lol. ultimately cardio is a supplement to the weight training for me so, afaik, its more important to have that elevated heart rate sustained for longer and longer periods of time than to be trying to make a like 8 minute mile. ill keep at it for now, probably try to ramp the speed up a lil more slowly than I did but as far length of workout i kinda dunno what to do. im still kinda entranced by the treadmill i now have access to so, probably keep on that for a while longer.

as far my body numbers go, theyre more or less unchanged from where I was when i started doing all this like, a year ago. which is part of Why im not so motivated by goals n such. but thats of course still on me. havent had my diet right, wayyyyy too many breaks n off days, no ability for actual Progression until just now. hopin i can start to turn this dang machine into some fucking muscle soon. i think i can! maybe! AUGH!

NUMBERS

SQUAT - 70

BENCH - 60

ROW - 80 (pulled my back just a lil on this last time, lol.)

OVERHEAD - 45 (cant even finish this weight lol)

DEADLIFT - 105

CARDIO - 4.5mph(?), 45min

WEIGHT - 160

BODYFAT - 24%

[mk-wizard]

DC and Marvel’s Problem: It’s time for the icons to be happily ever after

Hi, friends. Like most North American comic lovers, I grew with Marvel and DC, so I am fan of the big icons like Superman, Batman, Flash, Spider-Man, the X-Men, Fantastic Four, Wonder Woman and more. However, I say this as someone who loves them all dearly and always will... their ages are not only beginning show, but they have gotten old.

And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s ok for something to be old. A lot of public property like the literary classics and mythologies from around the world are old, but we still love them and always go back to check them out. However, if there is one thing I learned from being a writer myself, at one point, you have to accept when a story has taken its natural course and to say “THE END”. No more sequels, no more issues, no more expanding the lore and only make movies and shows occasionally. In other words, it’s time for some of the supers to hang up their capes and retire for good for their own good. They will always be great, always be worth reading and always be the reason we have the standards is supers that we have, but the reality is that they were also heroes of a specific time that has clearly passed. And that’s ok. Instead of trying to changing them, “bend” them or rewrite them, let’s finish their stories so we remember them as they were and when they were at their best. It’s also an act of respect towards these characters. They gave everything they had to offer, now it’s time for them to take their well earned break.

Moreover, the world of DC and Marvel is already overflowing with supers as it is. It was challenging to maintain their universes as it was, so while I once said in a universe it is not up to me to judge and that I think working on multiple things should not hinder your ability to write well... I’m thinking Marvel and DC are the exceptions because when it comes to projects, they have too many. On top of that, they’re trying to write well for each and every one of its characters, but clearly can’t. It can’t keep producing new issues for the oldies while trying to come up with good new characters or finally give the spotlight to the existing ones that were shelved. Even a giant will become exhausted when it has THIS much on its shoulders. Something has to give. It’s time for load to be lightened.

With that said, now is the perfect time to wrap up the stories of the classic heroes. Give them one last hurrah, but it must be their last and then, move on graciously. That way, Marvel and DC can finally properly create new characters and start giving long overdue attention to its shelved characters who ironically are characters of this progressive and aware time. If fans want to read about Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Spider-Man, X-Men and such, they know where to find the books just like we know where to find Sherlock Holmes, Nancy Drew, The Odyssey, The Wizard of Oz and more.

In short, Marvel and DC have stretched themselves and their old supers way too thin and that is why its films, TV series, and most importantly, its comics have suffered. And don’t forget, it’s not there will never ever be a new TV show or film about Batman, Superman, etc. ever again. Or even another comic series. There will be. Just occasionally which is for the best. When they do appear, it will genuinely feel fun treat rather than exhausting and the quality will be great. It is wayyyyy better than forcing their stories to end through deaths that not only upset the fans, but also never seem to be permanent anyway. Give them dignified endings and let those giants sleep.

At least that’s my opinion. What is yours? Do you agree? Thanks for reading and as always, stay safe.

[oennpellmell]

Why Tumblr? Just why?!

If someone can enlighten me on this phenomenon, I would kindly appreciate, because it is driving me a bit crazy. There used to be a time, not so long ago actually, when my following dashboard would show me at top of the page the most recent post made by people I followed. And I just had to refresh my page to see new post. But for some reason, I noticed for maybe a year or two, this is no longer the case. That EVERY TIMES I open my Tumblr, I get stuck on the same post for weeks, and it is only where I scroll WAYYYYY down that I can see some new posts. And it isn't even that generous because after a few of them, the loading stops. So rapidly, I kind of scam through the same content along the line as well, since the number is limited. Who though of that? Cause you need to maybe re-manage that team priorities. This is annoying. Not to mention a bit rude because instead of ensuring I can interact with more post, which technically is what social media wants from you - to stay longer (not that I approve of the addiction side of social media). The fact that I see the same post over and over at the app opening, makes me just leave instantly. Bottom line: I am TIRED of seeing the same content. Right now, I've had the same reblog from Bigbigtruck of a post by Blue Delinquanty (dated from 2015!) of some Cowboy Beebop screenshots for a month! A MONTH! And it is not going away. Following more people don't change that. Reblogging people don't change it either. My feeds remains the same. Don't get me wrong: I like those two artists; I sort of like Cowboy Beebop too. But not in a manner that can stay in awe over the same screenshot for a month. Come on now. And the funny part is that when it manages to be pushed it down, three of four slots bellow, by some other post that I have been stuck with for a similar period of time, somehow it finds its way back up THE NEXT DAY! And it is not like those artist and users haven't had other post since. They do! BUT I DON'T SEE THEM! And the worse part is that while I am stuck with this, there have been artist haven't seen post from in ages, despite being active. So why, @staff? WHY? It doesn't make me want to interact more with their post; if I didn't do it in the first place, I am not going to do it a month later out of spite. It doesn't make me want to stay longer on the site either. Kind of the opposite actually. However, it does increase my desire to block the page I follow out of desperation to see a bit of variation. Which would not be a great marketing plan now, would it? It didn't used to be like. Because I remember being able to stay on the site for hours, and still find new things to see anytime I refresh. Even sometimes losing track of where I was as it was refreshing quite rapidly. Before we had, on one side, a Reddit-like dashboard where you were given no time to actually enjoy the content, or now we have just a freeze frame feed. It is one extreme or the other. Could we have something more balanced, maybe? I want to see more recent posts of the people I followed, not old one that is no longer related to their current update. I don't want to have to manually click on every profile just to check what they have new in store. I'd like to be able to check on the app on regular basis, and discover new subject of discussion. Nowadays, it feels like, at the beginning of the month, a small amount of posts are selected for me, and jumbled out throughout the month with a little to no permutation to give off the impression there is something new, while in fact I am re-reading the same thing over and over, until the new month lottery picking. And yeah, ok, I have ADHD and do tend to consume the same content in loop, but usually it last a couple of days and I move on to my next interest. I already struggle with variation. Don't make it worse.

Please?

(Sorry for the rambling, but I really needed to write this down.)

[meanderingthoughtsofthewretched]

Back again.

Another night staying up way too late crying because am I’m trying to fall asleep my brain starts dredging up shit. I was done literally less than an hour ago, but now? Crying again and I know I won’t stop for a while unless I actively distract myself, so might as well type here.

I guess I’ll start with the big one. I was not accepted into grad school. Again. For the *third fucking year in a row*. When I first got the news I was sad, sure, but more than that I was just pissed. I tried *so fucking hard* because *no one* was helping me. I don’t know what people want, what they expect, and I’m just flailing around in the dark.

Yeah, I know the first year was my bad. In my defense, I had not clue what I was doing. I spent wayyyyy too long studying for the stupid fuckjng GRE (why the shit do they have math that I haven’t seen since 7th grade????) and not near enough time on the statement of purpose, cv, or resume. But also in my defense, I didn’t know what schools I was trying to apply for because I was *literally* told certain ones I was not allowed to go to (which I bet my dad conveniently forgot he did) and then the ones I found I was told sucked ass. By the time I was told this (because of course no one fucking told me on their own, I had to fuck up first) it was too late to apply for any of the good ones. Yes, I was someone picky, but god forbid the tiny short ass 100 pound soaking wet sheltered kid not want to go across country **by herself** with *no drivers license or car* and no experience living in an apartment. So I applied to where I could and crossed my fingers.

Obviously, that didn’t work out. Year two, I tried to go for one school only, that way I could tailor my letter better. I thought I did good, but the panic attacks I got any time o tried to work on it made it take too long, and one of my profs didn’t get their letter of recommendation in on time, this I was auto denied. Which sucks, but I understood why.

So try again! Except, the time when I could have been connecting with profs, and writing, I had to spend relearning how to drive and then actually taking the damn test. Fuck, I hated that entire experience. I was constantly anxious and panicked, crying myself to sleep most nights and struggling to hold it together in front of my parents, who were acting like it was the easiest thing in the world to do and didn’t understand why I was struggling. I had to redo everything because wow! Paperwork can expire! And when I last did all of this *two fucking years earlier* they didn’t help me, and left me to flounder. I don’t know why they thought I could magically learn how to drive a car without *being in one* but I guess it didn’t matter that much to them until it was an inconvenience and actually affected them.

Anyways, this year I don’t know why I didn’t get it. I can only guess. Was it because I only had one bio prof, and the other two were other branches? (Earlier prof who got in late decided she just… didn’t want to, and made it my problem because she also took almost a month to answer me, requiring me to find a prof that was willing to write on an incredibly short notice.) Was it because it was turned in close to the deadline? If so, why have the deadline there??? It makes no sense. And I hate that it is during winter break, because if something goes wrong you have to work your ass off to get anyone to answer you about stuff. I also couldn’t show that I was upset, or worried, because that might have made my lil sister upsetti about going back for another semester 🙃

Every single. Fucking. Time I have any problems, someone else has it worse so I have to bite my tongue to not make it worse *for them*. Especially the bean. Jesus I hate that I’m here essentially as an emotional support sister, because my parents were tired of her losing her shit at the smallest things.

And yet!!! She has her life together!! Holy fuck! She’s got a car that she likes that she is confortable driving, a boyfriend who is willing to come see her at the drop of a hat, friends who she regularly sees and hangs out with and are willing to take her places, gaming consoles that are just hers, and a place to stay that is away from parents and where she feels she can be herself. She’s got a job and an internship *paid*, like **well paid** coming up that will likely lead her to other jobs, profs that like her and have said they are willing to write her recommendations, and it’s all been handed to her on a fucking platter.

I was not allowed to learn how to drive until now, much less have a car. No significant other to see or hang with. Friends are far away and don’t bother initiating contact (I have a whole rant saved for later about that). I’ve literally never had my own console to play on, they have all been shared and eventually taken away by my siblings, much less the tv and projector she has. I feel trapped here, and watched. I was literally not allowed to have a job and now can’t do anything because the walkable things are for students only and *I don’t have a fucking car*. One of my profs straight up said she doesn’t want to bother writing for me anymore because I’m not worth it. Basically any opportunity in college was squashed thanks to COVID and me not taking a year off when I should have. And now all opportunities are limited to students so I can’t even get any more experience to try and because a student to actually move on in life. And I just??? What the fuck am I supposed to do??? All I can do is cry.

I haven’t told my dad yet, I have no idea how he will take it. He will probably get mad.

My mum actually had the gall to ask me if I actually want to get a masters. I told her yes, but in reality?? How the fuck should I know??? I was never allowed to have a damn opinion about things involving my life, why start now?? She was the one who decided my life path, hell she tried to decide that for all my siblings, and I was the only one who didn’t say no. So, no, I don’t know if I actually want this, I don’t know what I want to do at all, this is her dream. Be been so damn depressed for so long, all I want is to have a stable life.

All I want is somewhere to live with people I choose, who I don’t feel obligated to take care of, a stable job that pays decently so I can occasionally get things I like, and isn’t soul crushing, a car that gets me places safely, and the ability to breathe without being constantly stressed out.

Is that really so much to ask???

I’ll do the friend rant later, but I’m. Too tired. It took over an hour to write this and it’s just ramble at this point.

Fuck

[caranox]

Thank you for the tag!! And now I realize I have wayyyyy too many WIPs (sweating).

I'm just going to cover the morning routines for my main characters from my two books and current WIP:

THE THIRTEENTH KEY's Noa, a former killer for hire and now-rogue chosen one in a more modern/futuristic fantasy world, doesn't really have a great routine because she'll stay up for a couple days and then pass out HARD. But she tends to get up early (sleeping too long makes her paranoid), train/practice with her crew, and then grab some coffee and a (preferably) sugary and carb-heavy breakfast.

TRICK's Evie, a college student with autism who ends up learning she can manipulate time and learns there's an entire secret organization of people keeping everything in line (think SHADOWHUNTERS/LOKI), very much keeps a strict routine of getting up, showering, making her to-do list, and prepping to go to class (well, until she's sort of pulled from all that haha).

A HUNT OF BLOOD & IRON's Grey, a 20-something boy who has the ability to heal or harm any living thing with a single touch in exchange for the opposite (harming something else or healing himself), is sort of a homebody after some traumatic experiences in his post-apocalyptic world that's ruled by the fae. He usually gets up, has a small breakfast, and helps clean before he sits in his loft to draw in his notebook.

I'm tagging @doom-inique-writes @earlronove @mjjune (if you want!)

Your question is: what high school or college course would your OC(s) absolutely love?

OKAY!

WRITEBLRS if you're seeing this, you're legally obligated to reblog with an answer, and then a new question for the next person!

Here's the start:

Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?

[harleyanne02]

Can you write a female reader x Dallas Winston with the character only being soft for the reader and the reader being in distress please? Preferably, the reader is normally badass and needs a break :)

ofc honey! I personally don't have a ton of experience being a badass so some of this will be based on things I've read, but I can for sure understand needing a break.

You also didn't mention if you wanted headcanons or an imagine so I'll default to headcanons lol.

TW: depressive tendencies but nothing is explicitly stated, cursing, extremely fluffy Dallas, non-canon Dallas (he's wayyyyy too fluffy in this but hey, its cute), PLEASE let me know if I missed anything in any of my works I don't want anyone to get triggered by anything I miss

Dallas Winston x Reader Fluff

We all know that Dallas Winston is a badass, but what everyone may not know is that he does have one very small but still there piece of his heart that can feel the nicer emotions, and that sliver is reserved for you

You also get the rest of his heart, but you have to share that with Johnny and the gang as well as Tim, but that little sliver is all yours

You acted like you were the same way but in reality your whole heart could feel and you just had walls up around them. But you had to hold those walls up yourself

And Dal kind of knew that? But had never seen anything happen about it

And one day you'd just had enough

Enough holding up those walls, enough being a badass, enough pretending you couldn't feel the stares you got as you walked down the street with one of the town's most notorious bad boys.

You needed a break

So you took the day off from life, you couldn't remember having any plans that day anyways so what's the harm?

You laid in bed all day and relaxed, watched your comfort movie over and over again, did everything you could to make yourself feel better

until 1:00 when you got a text from Dal

Where r u?

shit

you forgot about your date. You were supposed to meet Dal at the diner for lunch and spend the afternoon together

You text him back quickly shit I'm so sorry babe I completely forgot, I've been in bed all day

that was the thing between you and Dal, you were always honest with each other, you didn't have to lie about what you were doing because the other would find out and the other would be more upset about the lying and lack of trust rather than what you were actually doing.

So he texts back u ok?

yeah just tired. read 1:12pm

You put your phone down and sighed rubbing your hands over your face. You felt horrible for forgetting.

You just sat there in bed for a solid 10 minutes looking at the ceiling before you heard a knock at your door.

You got out of bed and looked in the mirror fixing your hair real quick so it was somewhat presentable before continuing downstairs to the front door.

when you open it your boyfriend walks past you and goes straight over to sit on the couch.

"So what's wrong?" he asks you.

"Nothing" you reply, although it was one of the rare times that you weren't telling the truth with him

"I know that's not true, you never stay in bed all day unless you're sick or there's something wrong." he retorts.

"Fine. It's been a long week. I'm tired of having to play this badass role all of the time, it's getting tiring. I just want to exist." You admit

he doesn't say anything back, he simply nods. He understood what you were feeling, before he completely plunged his soul into being a bad boy, there were rare occassions where he wanted to exist as a normal person too.

he walks over to you and puts your arms around his neck and picks you up by the backs of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist and cross your ankles on his back as he carries you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

He sets you on the bed gently and kicks off his shoes before joining you.

He turns on the TV and pulls up your favorite movie and once he starts it he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to lay on his chest facing him

He holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, then one cheek, then the other, then your nose, your eyelids, before finally stopping and resting on your lips

You two stay like that until the next morning having fallen asleep eventually (but not after Dal ordered delivery because this mans not about to let his bby skip a meal. If you aren't on track for having 2 1/2 to 3 full meals today please go do that and drink some water while you're at it!)

The next morning Dal wakes up first for once (I think it's practically canon at this point that Dallas Winston sleeps in LATE) and just watches your relaxed face and light breathing, looking so much happier than yesterday

And even though he already planned on it, he made a promise to himself that he would make everything okay for you, his baby, his love.

[bluerskiees]

TACHIBANA NAOTO FLUFF ☁️

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

¤ He's a little bit shy, so he always gets nervous when you stare at him for too long.

¤ Would like it when you call him. Your voice is his fav melody.

¤ Not having a good day? It's alright Naoto is here to spoil you with hugs, kisses, cuddles, fav food, chocolates etc...

¤ Dates: Mostly includes stay in. Parks, pottery, movie dates etc...

¤ Would write you songs if you're sad :(

¤ Would worry because he just loves you so much and since he's a police officer tailing bonten, what if they hurt you?

¤ After 6 years of dating you, he's still not sure if he really does deserve someone like you.

¤ Loves the way you play with hair

¤ Accidentally saw you naked once.

¤ Yeah he fainted. 👀

¤ Would praise you if you're insecure :(♡

¤ Has a pair of birds as pets.

¤ Named them both after you.

¤ Has your contact saved as "Cupcakes"

¤ If he was an emoji, he'd be "🐹"

¤ Cute, Sweet, brings joy, hard-working, chill around you, loves attention from you. Just like a hamster.

¤ You got to know him through one of your olfer friends from music class, Hina.

¤ Even if that was YOUR first time meeting him, he knew wayyyyy before that.

¤ Saw you for the first time when you both were 12. He came to watch his big sis after he had a dream about a guy who he met the day before. Hetold him the gruesome future and his big sis's death.

¤ He was beyond depressed to the least. But he was glad. Because that moment changed his whole future. Feom saving his big sis, becoming a police man ( a profession he hated the most) ,and to meeting you.

¤ He saw the way you sing, the way you react, everything.

¤ He knew you like that back of his hand. The way you bite your lips when you're nervous, the way your hands immediately clutc the hem of your dress when someone scolds you, the way you literally have stars— the whole universe I your eyes watching wholesome moments.

¤ He saw how you optimistic you were, spreading the infectious joy of yours with everyone around you, smiles and giggles everywhere you go. Once overheard you saying how you liked good guys because they help others and make a positive change, he couldn't help but smile. That's when he was sure he chose the right professional.

¤ He liked adoring you from the sidelines and that is until hina came to find about her younger brother's crush on her best friend. He was so embarrassed that day.

¤ Hina set you up with him. Inviting you over for a movie night

¤ That's when you both first talked. His almost fell asleep hearing your voice. Not in an offensive way but because I was so calming and soothing.

¤ He definitely bakes you a cake or something whenever he could to make up for the time he was too busy with work.

¤ Dating a police officer is hard. But you both make it work.

¤ It took hm years to confess to you. He confessed to you when you both were 17. That is 5 years after he first started crushing on you.

¤ Brings home his handcuffs sometimes.

¤ Usually a soft Dom, but if he had a rough day, he'll tear your insides.

¤ One of the best aftercare. Would cuddle you to sleep and sometimes shower you of he went pretty wild.

¤ Trust you so much. But the others ? Nah.

¤ Still falls in love too deeply with even the littlest things you do.

¤ Is always proud of you no matter what.

¤ You went to your best friends house one day and it took too long for you to return so he called ur bsf to ask if you were safe.

¤ To his surprise, she said you didn't even come there that day. He felt his heart ache. Why would you lie to him? Did u find someone better ? He only realized he was crying when he felt his tears on the corner of his lips.

¤ He saw you come home not too later, you didn't look at him, ur head was facing down.

¤ When you told him about what you were doing, he started crying. He couldn't believe his own ears.

¤ Turns out you WERE planning to go to ur bsf's house, but on the way you saw a car hitting a poor dog and rushed to help it.

¤ Admitting the poor soul in a hospital, thats when you realized your phone was missing. You couldn't inform neither ur friend not you boyfriend. You were panicking until you heard the nurse say something about the doggie.

¤ You quickly forgot everything and paid for the surgery and everything and stayed a little longer to play with the cute soul now sleeping on your lap. It didn't want you to leave so that's how you spent the whole day.

¤ Naoto soon started laughing seeing how guilty you were for not informing anything and he quickly pulled you to a warm hug saying its alright and u dont gotta be guilty. To make it up, you told him you'd take him to see the forgot th next day and he agreed.

¤ He saw you having fun with the pup and that's when he realized you'd make a good mother. The thoughts of you both having mini versions running over the house etc.. made his heart flutter. That's when he was sure you're definitely the one for him.

¤ He proposed you not too long after. 🥺💍

¤ Best thing? He agreed to it when you told him you wanted to adopt the pup. You named her "Freya"

[Freya (Nordic) - goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, wealth, divination and magic.]

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon

[txdoroki]

kenma and sugawara with an s/o that loves to nap :]

@babymilkawa I HOPE I GOT THEIR CHARACTERS RIGHT PLS LMK IF THERE'S SOMETHING THAT I CAN IMPROVE ON AHHHH :]

uhhh this is my first writing for haikyuu, so forgive me if it isn't the best :,) i rlly hope this was good tho!!

gn reader | warnings: none | words: 629

fluff asf

hope you enjoy :)))

kenma kozume

-doesn’t sleep while you are, but likes having you lay next to him nonetheless

-honestly quiet anyways even if you’re awake, he likes to just coexist with you on his chest while he plays on his game

-your breathing always seems to match up with his while you’re sleeping on accident, you don’t point it out though

-sometimes if he decides he’s stayed at your house for too long in the middle of your nap, he’ll quietly get up, get you situated on whatever you’re sleeping on, and kiss your forehead before leaving to go home

-although you’ve literally never caught him in the act. not even once, so you assume he’s fast and stealthy about it.?

-or maybe he takes his time who tf knows mans is too quiet it’s like he trained himself to tiptoe correctly

-when you first got together he would be confused when you wouldn’t respond to his dry ass texts until hours later, until he found you napping on your couch a few weeks into dating

-now you literally fall asleep everywhere at all times, and he just quietly situates you so you’re comfy whenever you’re together

-always is sure to have a spare blanket in his backpack in case you randomly decide to sleep in a movie theater or something

-it comes in handy wayyyyy too much for him to take out of his bag

-maybe just maybe he likes to stare (not in a creepy way) at your peaceful expression whenever you’re asleep

-i mean you just look so happy how could he not??

-when he beats a level in his game, it makes a dumb loud noise and he is always like (*´ー｀*) when you start stirring because it woke you up

sugawara koshi

-100% has a collection of pictures on his phone that he took when you were sleeping in a crazy position

-scrolls through them when he misses you to make him smile

-def naps with you

-says it’s a bonding moment but really just. you just look so comfy so why not.

-likes to play soft, sweet music while you both are sleeping so you wake up and he gets to see you looking all flustered because of whatever lyrics

-yall have a whole ass nap playlist (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ im so jealous

-one time like a month ago you woke up to him singing along to “love.” by kendrick lamar and that moment alone runs through your brain 24/7

-his dopey smile when he sees you still laying next to him when he wakes up >>>> PLS I WANNA CRY HES SO CUTE

-likes spooning you when you’re napping, or at least cuddling in some way so he’s holding you against him

-whenever you wake up and you see him just smiling at you you go to apologize for wasting your entire night from your napping but then he’s like

-no y/n!! i love napping with you, you’re so warm :] now c’mere we’re cuddling again

-never leaves while you’re asleep, if you go to sleep laying with him, you’ll wake up that way.

-he always demands a goodbye kiss from you anyways, and it isn’t much fun to kiss your partner goodbye when they won’t remember it

-although he does gets a lil frustrated when you nap on the bench when you had promised to watch him practice, he understands you’re just sleepy all the time

-tbh more mad he can’t skip practice and cuddle with you than mad that you’re asleep

-you have a designated cuddle blanket that you make him wash before you come over

-sometimes he makes lil blanket forts on his bed for you to nap in cause you had mentioned it made you happy to nap surrounded by blankets and softness ONCE.

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[autumn-writes]

I've had this idea for a long time now,but never requested it! So can I request Hajime and his fem!s/o fighting over which is better?, orange juice or apple juice?

i couldn't write this in headcanons cause this had to be an imagine scenario- i'm gonna have so much fun with this!! thanks for the amazing idea, anon!

S/O and Hajime arguing over which is better. Orange juice, or apple juice?!

"Babe, I can't go on like this. This is just TOO MUCH!" your shouts filled the room as Hajime let out a sigh in disappointment.

"This is disappointing S/O. This shouldn't even have a debate because we both know which is superior!" Hajime said, crossing his arms as he turns to look at you with a disagreeing look.

"How dare you speak back to your beloved S/O?! I'm hurt, Hajime! Say sorry right now you meanie!"

"And what if I don't?"

"How rude! I'll tell Mahiru on you—!"

Now, this argument was pretty pointless. How exactly did it start? Well...

A few minutes ago, you and Hajime were deciding one what to get when you go to the store. You two had been in agreement till the very last item. Juice.

Hajime being the orange juice loving fuck that he is said orange juice. While your apple juice loving ass said apple juice.

And now here you two are, having the debate of the century.

"You just don't get it Hajime! Apple juice is way better than orange juice! How can you not see— taste that!"

"Orange juice is clearly better, S/O. And that's a fact that I'm willing to stick with till the day my body can't ingest it anymore." He says proudly with a huff and his arms crossed.

"Hajimeeee come onnnnn!! Just agree with me for once pleaseeeeee~?" you whined, all the while giving him the best convincing puppy eyes that you could. Hajime was so ready to give in but we know how stubborn this man can get.

"No, S/O. We're getting orange juice and that's final. It's way better than apple juice." He said with a satisfied huff, standing seemingly victorious over your sulking form.

"But-But how could you even like orange juice? It's so— orangey!"

"It's called orange juice for a reason, S/O." He deadpanned at your pretty much ridiculous arguments.

Sighing, you slump over and hug your knees before pouting. Hajime was simply laughing at your reaction.

"Now come on let's go get some orange juice, alright?"

...

No response.

"S/O, don't be like that. We can get some apple juice next week."

...

Still no response.

"S/O?" He asked, approaching you from behind and reaching a hand out to place on your shoulder, before he fell to the ground with you suddenly lunging in him.

"What the—?!" Could be heard before a thump reached yours and Hajime's ears as you grinned at him victoriously.

"Hajime, you're way too weak! I was able to take you down easily due to the power my apple juice gave me! So it's obviously better you weakling!" You exclaimed and giggle, before quickly grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the door before he could protest.

"We're getting apple juice, which is wayyyyy better than orange juice!" You say.

"I beg to differ—" he prepares his argument before being cut off once again by you.

"Nuh uh. Now way are you saying no now. I won, so we're getting apple juice!!" Your happy exclamations reach his ears as you drag him to the closest store.

"S-S/O—"

"Too bad so sad, Ha-ji-me! Orange juice is way too orangey for my taste! Besides, we can always buy your OJ next week!" You say, giving him a wide smile as you happily enter the store with him being dragged by you. Seeing your cute little smile... Perhaps this wasn't so bad...

"S/O... I hate you." He says, showing a small smile with a blush present on his cheeks as he holds your hand back, squeezing it tightly

"Don't act so upset by me, babe! Your actions say the exact opposite~ You know you love me~!"

Well, you were right. He certainly did.

But still.

"I hope you know that despite how cute you are, I'm still for OJ supremacy."

"Haji, shut up :) Agree with me for once."

The argument is still on going. Looks like you two aren't going to be on the same page when it comes to juice.

i enjoyed writing this so much i enjoyed reading my own stupidity put into words- i hope you like this as much as i enjoyed writing this, anon!

stay safe and healthy! be sure to eat your meals, stay hydrated and take rests when needed!!

[littlx-songbxrd]

Zia I have an important question. (Also hi!!! How are you? 🌻)

If the bullies from the academy beat Alastair for a whole year, why do they never physically harm the Merry Thieves? (Save for the demon incident with dumbass Clive)

Especially say Thomas? Who was unusually frail for a shadowhunter?

Why do I feel like it was racism? I mean it could be something to do with their families maybe? That there would be consequences for them, but also there was no consequences for the demon thing soooo

Did Alastair's method of verbal humiliation just make them laugh more so they didn't feel the need? Like WHAT is happening? Did they only beat up Alastair and no one else??

(Also why is no one angry with Eugenia for dating Augustus? He actively bullied them too, even insulting Tessa while staying in her home....James literally threw him into the Thames? Why is it never mentioned that the Thieves at least didn't approve? It sort of makes the "they hate Alastair more because he is actively in their life" theory lose some credibility?)

I don't mean this to sound rude or critical of the Merry Thieves, I mean it more as an inconsistency in CC writing

I feel like you've come to the right place for this because I partake in the hobby of overanalisis wayy too much (and am critical of the mt to a certain extent but fjfnnfnrmfnnf)

Now, this could all very well be CC not being consistent or maybe not thinking of certain plot points before she publiahed nbs and cls

But if we see it in canon context, it does keep the question, why do they hit Alastsir and not the merty thieves

In my opinion theres a simple answer

Merry thieves had power

Alastair did not

Yes the merry thieves were potrayed as "outcast" in the academy and were tormented verbally

But the merry thieves are also very much the sons of 3 of the most influencial families in london. If they contiously hit and phydically harmed them, do you think their parents would sit and do nothing?

You really want to deal with the Consul, head of the london institute perhaps

I do not claim verbal bullying has any lesser effect than physical (both can be extremly damaging). But verbal sure is a lot easier to hide, specially in theyre society

Where they dont really have any sense of mental health, which is the side verbal bullying affects. If shadowhunters dont believe in mental health ot wouldnt be such a hard thing to hide within the school itself. Meanwhile if they hurt any of them, thatd be a lot harder to cover up

They could get away with an incident, once. But if it happened again are you gonna be the one to deal with the consul?

They might have been outcast, but their families did have power

Now Alastair

Lets go by simple logic

If you see you do smth and you can get away with it

Why would you stop?

If they bullied Alastaor and got away with hitting him with no consequence

Why would they stop?

Alastair has no safetly net, maybe all they know about his father are through rumors of his fall of grace but if they harm Alastair and really nothing happens. No repricusions from his family, why would they see reason to stop picking on him?

Alastair was small, just out of a toxic family and very vulnurable. No one came for him when they first did it, neither the second. Because I dont think Alastair would write back, because what would he leave the academy for? To go back to Elias? Again? After this was his final chance

I do certainly believe racism did play a part of it to a certain degree. I feel this part (given the shadowhunter world building) would play more part into the verbal side of it

Cause heres a noy who doesnt look like them, doesnt speak like them (yes Alastair did not have a brittish accent, he developoed it in the acadeny fight me djjkfk) and will never be like them

Do you think the mundane kids working for assension wouldnt give him weird looks? Those raised in mundane society who are only used to seeing people like him as beggars or "my mama and papa told me we shouldnt trust them?"

Which adds in itself more reason to not write home, cause how does he tell his mother they dont trust him because of the culture she gave him?

This got way to long and idk if it makes sense but i've been thinking wayyyyy too much about it

ALSO YOIRE RIGHT ABOUT THE AUGUSTUS THING BUT I GUESS THATS ON CCS PART. ITS IDIOTOC BUT-

Also im doing fine!

Quick question since I just realized this

Is there anything I can call you by? Cause I dont think I call you anything and its messing with my brain

If not I'll give you a nickname!