#idk i really hate it and feel like most things are hanging by a thread bc i'm terrible at friendship

[autumnrory]

hate when my parents ask about one of my friends like i never know what’s going on with anyone and i already feel terrible about my inability to keep up with any of them and it just really just piles on

[noacfapologyst]

night love confessions — matty healy

summary: after a night party, matty has the idea (or the need) to confess his love to you.

warnings: some kind of mention about get drunk, alcohol, drugs and substances (but nothing very explicit) nocturnal melancholy, sad atmosphere and some mentions of touches.

wordcounter: 3,4k

a/n: hey everybody! this is my first au and even i'm scary i really hope you enjoy and like the story, maybe then could put this into a general universe, but idk, it depends i think if it works and if the people like it. anyway, thanks for giving the chance to read it. last thing, english is not my first language so if something it's bad i apologize for that too.

hope you enjoy it 🖤

The bottles that are opened, the containers that fall to the ground, the footsteps of shoes, the music that resonates through the speakers and deafens your ears.

The group of guys you're looking at, the smile one of them gives you at the end of the track. The adrenaline when listening to the band's new song composed by your friends, the lights that make you lose, you feel everything in slow motion.

You drum your fingers on the red disposable cup, before pouring the harsh liquid down your throat and feeling the traces of the rest on your tongue. There is a silence on you, but then you return to the ring with a small scream of happiness, which perhaps multiplies the state you are by a third.

You don't know how many glasses you've had, enough so that your sobriety is hanging by a thread and the hangover of the morning with your head exploding is too evident, but you know that this time nothing else has been mixed. Last time the story didn't end too well, jumping over security fences outside an abandoned club to end up with a sprained right foot and several bruises is not something you want to repeat two weeks later.

— Does anyone know where the hell Matty has gone? — George exasperates, raising his voice over the speakers. Everyone looks at each other confused, without having a clear answer. — God, this guy is going to give me a bad headache one day. —Although he is drunk and has red eyes, he is at his most sane. — You are surprised and turn your expression into an "o".

— He was here a few moments ago, I swear. — Ross responds a while later, moving up to follow him into the crowd.

You sigh a little tired, lately it has become the same routine and with regret inside you decide that you should abandon the staring contest with the black-haired man who is a few meters in front of you.

— I'll bring him back in a moment, let me take care of this. — You pronounce with difficulty, slurring the words and pouting.

— Well, if you can't find us we're probably outside. — Brown hair appears behind George, and even though you know you know the girl, you don't remember her name. You just know that from time to time she and your friend go to some bars .

— She's right. I need to sleep right now. —Ross exclaims, running the fold of her fingers over the sockets of his eyes. — Find him and then we'll leave.

You know Matty well enough to know that when he separates from the group, there are three places he can be doing: 1) In the outside or inside courtyard smoking some kind of cigarette, it's always a different edition so you don't know what you'll find. 2) In the nearest bathroom, with a card in hand and light white tints under the nose and nails. 3) Flirt with the first person you meet at the bar, spending the little money on drinks that will later be deposited on his bed.

— And if you don't find it, what? —Adam asks, in a tone of total concern.

— I will do it, I promise.

— Just... let us know when you get home, girl. —George closes the conversation and everyone else nods at his request, shakes their heads in response and greets them with a "yes, goodbye" in the air.

You hate a little, a lot, the rock superstar life that your entire band has led, it has been like this for years, but especially since they managed to make their first album become famous so quickly, and have devastated the sales stands and the lists have them in their heads. In fact, while you're debating where to start looking for it, Girls starts playing through the speakers. Great, the world makes fun of you with good satire.

It doesn't matter that you don't have clarity to think, your body moves for you and makes its way through quite a few people, until you touch a wall that has two exits: the bathroom and the courtyard. You breathe and try to lower your level to one less, until your instinct kicks in and you know you'll find Matty smoking.

Then you go out to the inner courtyard with the frost freezing your back. Adam was right, you needed your jacket that you left at his house a few hours earlier. The wind makes your eyes turn to glass in a sense, but you don't plan on giving up when you know you're committed to finding and bringing it home in the best condition possible.

You find it almost at the end of the place, away from the main entrances, which catches your attention. He has his leather jacket over his knees, which leaves his arms unprotected despite how thin they are. He's frowning, and when you get closer you see that he's exhaling and inhaling with a thoughtful expression, there's something troubling him even though you can't figure it out.

You reach his side of him and look for a small place to sit, he still has n't realized that someone else is with him, he's still absorbed.

— No girl today? What a loser. — You wake him up and make him jump in his place. — The boys are gone.

— Shit, girl. You really scared me.— He puts his hand on his chest, exactly on his heart. He gives you a half-shot of his eyes, they're freshly red, and you grimace silently. — She's gone too.

— Who? — You cross your legs, and your fishnet stockings catch on a tile out of place. — Shit, they were new. — You moan and realize that you are freezing.

— Luckily for you, buying another one is not difficult. —Now you are the one who frowns while exhaling a considerable amount of smoke.

— Are you okay, Matty? — You don't know why you use his name, but sometimes it helps to bring him back to reality. You look at him when he shakes his head and laughs sarcastically, his curls are out of control and half of them are hanging over his forehead, but he has not bothered to fix them, his white t-shirt he has small red wine stains on it. You can't help but worry about him even if you don't know what you're really into, he's one of the people you love the most and seeing him so subdued burns you more than the glass you drank ten minutes ago. He starts to close his eyes and breathe easier, or so you think. — Hey, I'll take you home, come on.

— Honey, look at me. It's a fucking party and I'm smoking alone. — Speak in the deepest voice, seriously about the subject. Well, that hurts. — Come here. — He hits the jacket that falls on her knees so that you can rest your head there.

He knows that you will not refuse, perhaps because the jacket will keep you warm, because you are tired or because you are very busy and worried. About him you will do everything he asks. Then he drops his head there and slowly rests his legs on the pavement.

Matty's head is about to explode, and not necessarily because of the amount of cocaine he has consumed, although a significant part of it is a factor. He's grateful to have his head against the wall, although he doesn't remember how he got to that position. because he knows that otherwise he would do anything that would ruin the whole environment, no matter how small and silly it was. Lately he's screwed up more things than he's done right, but maybe this is what he longs for most in his life, that when all this terror and this endless nightmare is over (he's more convinced that it won't) you'll still be there, close to him, to support his head or lean on him.

Silence becomes your best friend over and over again. All he wants to do now is cross his hands below your waist and hold you for as long as he is allowed. But he doesn't, his hands are dirty and he couldn't afford to dirty his girl like that, he feels in the depths of his being that if he touched you even a millimeter he would ruin you to the core.

Basically the same feeling he had about himself several weeks ago, he couldn't take the responsibility of taking away all of your shine and everything that characterizes you as his favorite person. He is drugged and drunk, perhaps more than ever, but in this same hazy state he has discovered that perhaps the reason why he continues doing things without stopping is because it is a barrier to his feelings, it inhibits him from being able to think rationally and from being able to feel, It makes him believe that everything is possible, except being able to have you.

You remain motionless on his lap when you begin to close your eyes and he takes the opportunity to look at you, giving himself every detail, capturing the scene forever in his memory: look at how your locks fall on your forehead, how your chest rises and falls every time you you breathe, and the subtle smile on your lips that is the product of drunkenness that also causes a satirical laugh and then dies in its own tranquility. He also notices when you open your eyes, noticing his determined look and you raise an eyebrow in question.

— I need to die, now. Can we go now? — You whisper, also struggling to hold the moment for as many minutes as possible.

— One more and we'll leave, love. — The nickname causes a cerebral shock throughout your cortex, but you hide it with the freezing air that runs through there and you pass him the lighter that has fallen on the floor.— I'll wake you up... maybe in seven minutes? I can't count. — The two laugh and for a second they hold each other's gaze, shining and reflecting on each other.

— Promise? — You ask, and you raise your little finger.

— Promise. — He intertwines them and it's convincing enough for you that you soon go back to sleep, leaving your hand outstretched. Matty has no intention of breaking that contact, so he takes it upon himself to enjoy the seven minutes like this, usually blowing out some hair that obstructs her view of him.

When he is halfway through the fateful cigarette, he lets out the longest snort of the day. He feels the same as he did in Robbers' video. No, it's nonsense. That song was never written for you, but maybe he's relating it to others.

Oh, but it's automatic, the scene where he's on her lap in timeout, the thought that he could never let you go even if they were apart, everything he's begged for you to stay and all the times you haven't. was able to turn back. All those times when he was the cause of your suffering, when you ended up in the hospital due to his failure, when he wasn't there the day your father left, and how later you said he was fine and that it didn't matter.

Maybe you'd actually sum it up to something like I love you, don't you mind? Because nothing could happen above that, you loved Matty as if he were your other half and even if he meant suffering more than anything else, you accepted it because you preferred to have him than not. But you knew that those opportunities were nil, nothing more would happen with him and the almost kiss a few weeks ago had made it clear.

On the other hand, Matty had started to cry. The taste of the tobacco was now a mixture of salt water and nicotine.

— Time to leave. — He says it slowly, extinguishing the remains against the cement and drying the trace of his face.

They both get back together after a while with some effort. Then you extend your hand to him so you don't lose him in the crowd when you have to cross it. It takes some effort, but you manage to breathe in the fresh air and see the light from the post outside faster than you thought.

—Can I sleep at your house today? My house is...complicated. — The hands of you two let go as both begin to walk along the brick pavement of Manchester. There's a small ringing in your ears but you nod, he's not in the state to show up at his house.

— Yes. — Your direct word calm him to the point that he adopts a calm that does not allow him to see a loose cable in the street and trip over it. — You can't walk, at least not like this. — You say, reaching out to him with concern. — Here we go, big boy.

You grip his wrist tighter, trying to provide some stability, until he changes his grip and runs his hand around your waist, wrapping it around it and pulling you as close to him as he can, seeking to get you inside of him. When he moves his fingers he notices the temperature of your skin.

— You're cold, put on my jacket, please. — He brakes and looks at you defiantly, without losing that tone of chivalry.

— It's okay, we're close to my house. — You comment without paying attention to his frown. Then you see the light about to be left at the beginning of the block and break your hold under his watchful eye.

You run, always holding on to him until the central point of the park that you are crossing. Since you have his hand in yours, you spin him around a few times while neither of you can stop laughing.

They both feel like they are floating regardless of any other part of the world or any other matter. If they both touched their hearts they would discover that it is stronger than ever.

He caresses your cheek and takes the opportunity to smudge an eyelash. Then they melt into an embrace completely overflowing with desperation, love, affection, and the need to freeze there forever. Eternity in this line sounds incredible.

— I'm very glad to have you. — You murmur in his ear, and then you give his a kiss on the cheek. You don't need and don't want him to answer, so you decide to run to the door of your house and wait for him there.

Tomorrow he won't remember this, so it's okay, you tell yourself.

Tomorrow he'll remember every part of this, living it second by second, then it will all come flooding back to Matty breaking him deeply.

Then he arrives at your front door and between some silly jokes and some tripping objects, like your brother's toys or some discarded slippers, you make it to your room, although you need to use your supporting weight to carry Matty inside.

— I'll bring a glass of water and a hangover pill. — You tell him and disappear from your own room.

You go down the stairs and it seems that you also go down to reality.

What the fuck are you doing? What has happened and why hasn't you stopped sooner? You put your hand to your head in frustration and drink water, then fill another glass and look for the pills. Tomorrow you will not only have discomfort from the drink.

You return to the bedroom, opening and closing the door carefully. The scene petrifies you, he is sitting on the white back of your bed, taking up as much space as he can. Then he looks at you, and smiles at you as if he were a child who had just been caught being mischievous. You feel like you could die of lovey-dovey right now.

— I'm going to the bathroom to put on my pajamas. — You open the closet and take out the largest T-shirt you can find, then the pijamas that are clean. — Use this. — You stretch out your arm and he catches the shirt along with a pair of shorts, internally you wish he would finish before you leave the bathroom.

Being used to the routine, taking off your clothes and removing your makeup doesn't take you more than five minutes, just enough for him to scan every corner of the room after changing with quite some effort. He smiles when he sees the box full of Polaroids of you and the entire band, and then feels like he's dying a little more when he sees the self titled car at the head of your furniture.

You open the bathroom door and he needs to swallow hard to keep from stumbling. Even in your pink heart pijamas you look just as spectacular as you do in your black miniskirt and boots.

—You seem very....funny— You scan it and you laugh when you see how short the clothes you gave him are. Then you realize that the mattress is not here, but you don't want to go out and look for another one. —Does it bother you if we sleep together? —It's nothing you haven't done, but it still requires a certain degree of difficulty to ask.

He denies sweetly and moves away as far as he can when you get on your bed, there is an unbearable barrier between the two of you.

So, he lets it out. Something internally takes over him.

— You are my favorite person in the whole world, my love. — He try to whisper it because you force yourself to believe that he thinks you're sleeping. He doesn't manage to whisper it anyway, and you hear his voice begin to crack and his heart begin to pour out. Your greatest fear comes to light when the way he speaks condemns it, you've seen too many movies to know what's coming.

No. He can't do this to you, you can't bear that tomorrow he will forget about this entire night and you must pretend that for a moment it makes sense that he also loves you the same way you do. You want to believe that he dreams of you too.

— Don't do it, Matty. Please do not do it. — You say to him with all your strength, while a swirl of water begins to grow in the sockets of your eyes. —Just... don't.

— Why? — He whimpers and staggers in his speech, he's taking it all on herself not to show you that he's breaking into miles of pieces.

— Because you're high, very high. Tomorrow you won't remember anything about this night and you won't be able to pretend this never happened. — You turn slowly, and then you wipe away the first tear that runs on his eyelid. — I really wish things could be different and that you would make this confession when you're not high.

For a moment he stops talking and you think you've won the battle and that there is a temperance that calms the threat. But he falls apart.

— I love you. I've always loved you and I can't stand another damn minute without telling you. — Tears simply fall down both of their cheeks and soak the pillowcases. You shake your head non-stop in a negative way.

He can't just let go now, at the moment when you're most emotionally vulnerable, so that tomorrow he can go off with the first girl he finds. In the long run it has always been like this, he gets over it and you are still there with a broken heart and forever devoted to him.

—Go to sleep, Matty. — Your request breaks him a little more, the tone destroys him although it is not very strong. — Do not make it harder.

He shifts uneasily, but he also understands that he can't force you to feel the same way. What he doesn't know is that if he just said he wouldn't leave tomorrow, you would run into his arms.

But he doesn't do it, nor does he close his eyes to fall asleep. He's there, watching your every move still. You sigh, unable to bear it anymore, maybe tomorrow you will suffer from it but maybe if you let go now it will be easier to overcome.

— I love you too. The same way you do it. — You kiss his head one last time and murmur one last goodbye before turning to sleep. — And it's been an ordeal for me all this time, because you feel it more when you're high and I feel it more when I'm sober.

Apparently your brain works fast and allows you to fall into some dream where this whole story is happier before reality can attack you.

And that's how they finally fall asleep, the both with their hearts in each other's palms, with more scars than before.

Finally, everything gets comically better when you wake up a few hours later and there's no sign of Matty in your entire room.

Just make out that the glass of water is empty and the pill is not there. You laugh sadly before going to sleep without letting yourself cry again, he doesn't remember anything from the night before.

i won't apologize for this. however, thanks for reading <3 let me know what you thought or if you liked it.

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[lord-squiggletits]

A tangent from the tags of my previous Pharma post (and I just thought about this so bear w/ me if it's hastily reasoned) is that the Autobots being generally sanctimonious is actually sort of a reason why I find a lot of IDW Optimus interpretations to miss the mark, specifically the accusations of calling him stuff like self-righteous, caring more about principles than people, etc. And I know that sounds really ironic, but out of every Autobot (and almost every character period), Optimus is one of the few people who has a very forgiving/humanistic perspective on life or at least has a political approach of "if we don't stop fucking fighting we're going to be at war forever and eventually just kill ourselves."

He very explicitly wanted a diplomatic end to the war and not a military victory/conquest. He extended multiple offers to Megatron personally to work together and end the war (Autocracy trilogy, which was pre/early war, and Chaos Theory, which was late/end war, so from this we can assume Optimus' stance was consistent the whole time). When ppl hated him so bad they rioted he removed himself from the planet rather than argue or fight to justify why his actions were the best he could do. Sandstorm starts murdering Decepticons and Optimus solves the murders and then throws Sandstorm in prison bc sparing one of his Autobots the consequences of his actions is less important to Optimus than keeping the peace and making sure anyone who threatens to ignite wartime hostilities is punished for it. There are multiple characters throughout the series that other people give up on as too far gone or too cowardly/evil/damaged to be worth helping where Optimus alone is the person who says "I think they can get better/they did bad things but they're still people" such as the Dynobots, Blurr, Prowl (despite how OP's patience with him hung by a thread by the end of it), Shockwave, and, yknow, fucking Megatron of all people.

And on top of that Optimus' internal thoughts most of the time revolve around feelings of guilt, responsibility, anger, hopelessness/barely hanging on to his ideals, and so on. Bro regularly has thoughts about how the entire Autobot-Decepticon war was his fault and is depressed to the point the thought of dying/martyring himself makes him feel relieved. So like. Idk guys I don't think those are the personality traits/actions of a self-righteous person who thinks he's correct about everything and everyone who opposes him or fails his moral standards is just evil or whatever.

[mulderscully]

i need to vent so yesterday my boss called me into her office and said that this week i was making it seem like "i didn't want to be there." and how i'm not "excited" enough for patients and i kinda had a panic attack and started crying in front of her bc i have been kinda hanging on by a thread mentally and thought i was hiding it well idk i felt like it was unfair for her to sort of chastise me like that when a lot of my coworkers are really openly RUDE to patients and she KNOWS that and it's like i need this job to keep my apartment and shit and most of the time it's fine but i feel like i get picked at for things that aren't even my fault? like she was saying that she hates how she doesn't have more stuff for me to do and i was like well? like how is that my fault. and being fr the way they trained me was absolutely ass and then she gets upset when i don't do something correctly in the system or something!!! i'm just so tired and idk what to do anymore not even counting all the bigger terrible things happening

[decayedgloria]

obey me characters and their visions

Or what I think are their visions idk it’s 3 am and I just found out I failed my pathology exam so here’s a crossover of two games that provides me an escape from this putrid reality 😁

also just trying to get rid of drafts rn

Tags: sfw, pure crack speculation, I’m going insane, obey me demon brothers and undateables and luke, genshin impact visions, everything here is MY OPINION and should not be taken seriously, feel free to disagree with me

Lucifer

-He strikes me as the type to either have a hydro vision or a geo vision

-more leaning towards hydro

-hydro vision holders tend to be dedicated to their work and uphold their own view of justice, more often than not being protectors of some sort i.e Candace and Aaru village, Ayato with the Kamisato Clan

-I draw parallels between him and Ayato because they both have gone through hell and back for their families (often literally) and have had to salvage tarnished reputations in order to protect said family

-also very rich and elegant men who have a “dark side” that most aren’t aware of

-It’s also just every hydro character being really sophisticated and elegant tbh he fits the vibe I think (minus Childe but he has his moments)

-Geo because, well… look at him. He’s prime geo vision material. Like a rock solid wall holding up the HOL but like he’s also hanging by a thread lol.

Mammon

-Geo Vision, Hear me out on this.

-Not only does it suit his color palette, but if you think about it, Mammon places a lot of responsibility on himself to be a good older brother to his siblings (despite falling short most times), we see this especially during Nightbringer

-Geo’s thing is literally responsibility. Every geo user has some sort of responsibility that they themselves have chosen to undertake, whether or not they can handle it

-They’re all also quite stubborn. Once they’re dead set on something they will never let it go, and on top of that they also protect either someone or something

-Every geo user has a goal relating to something to do with material or status: Ningguang and the Tianqiu, Noelle wanting to be in the KOF, Zhongli wanting to retire (lmfao). Mammon wanting to be rich (and wanting him and his brothers to be at the top of the Devildom in Nightbringer) literally fits.

-Mammon, despite being a goofy character, fits into geo so perfectly it’s actually insane.

-Mammon and Itto are the same person. I’m not elaborating.

Levi

-Electro vision all the way.

-It’s no surprise. Canonically he’s seen as a weirdo, even by his brothers (not me tho I love my men a little pathetic) and he doesn’t spend much time mingling with others, so of course he’s gonna be singled out

-almost every single electro vision holder is outcasted by at least one society; Beidou being cast out of her village, Fischl being thought of as eccentric because of her personality, the literal electro archon becoming a shut-in

-He would absolutely get the vision probably in like the early part of Nightbringer when we got stuck in the TSL universe and he had to make a decision

-(if you’re wondering why I keep bringing up Nightbringer it’s bc it’s the one I’m currently playing ok)

-Levi also passes the “I have a scary animal that helps me fight” thing. Henry’s quite formidable when he’s back to normal size :)

Satan

-Hm, thinking about it and at first I’d say dendro is the obvious answer but there’s also quite a few other contenders actually.

-Pyro is one of them, and when drawing parallels Diluc comes to mind (obvs grumpy men stick together always.) As the avatar of wrath, he’s like mad 80% of the time and I can imagine him raining hellfire upon everything (and he has, best believe).

-But also he’d fit the “passionate” description, he’s so passionate about books and magic that he’d literally kill for a book that he wanted (and did I’m pretty sure). He’d also be considered passionate for hating Lucifer so much I think

-he also has quite the past to fit with a pyro user, especially during Nightbringer when he’s still coming into terms about being basically a baby demon and learning to confront his brothers and finally accept them

-Dendro is quite obvious for him. He craves knowledge from books, and I’m sure if he were in Teyvat he’d find his way in the Akademiya just to get into the House of Daena’s restricted section

-I think either or could be his vision, depends on which Satan you’re talking about (Nightbringer Satan and main timeline Satan are two vastly different individuals)

-if you really wanna get into it tho, cryo/electro's pretty... fitting. Especially for nightbringer Satan. Even if his brothers try not to make him feel like it, he will always be different from them; the fact that he basically was made to replace Lillith in a sense, and he distances himself away from them because he just doesn't fit in.

-all in all he's so versatile realistically he could have like 4/7 visions since his character is so dynamic between the two games

Asmodeus

-Now this was harder to come up with, but after giving it some thought I think he’d have an Anemo vision

-think of it this way. In Nightbringer take a shot everytime I bring that game up his whole arc in the beginning was learning to let go of the celestial realm and accepting the fact that he was a demon now, effectively granting himself the freedom to love himself once more

-Anemo is the element of freedom right? He fought himself and his inner demons for freedom like that, which happens to a lot of those who are granted this vision (Wanderer and Xiao moment)

-Thats really all I have for him. Tbh, the only other vision I could see him wielding his pyro, but I couldn’t think of anything else I can say that hasn’t already been said

-another short anemo king go figure (he and heizou would get along I think)

Beelzebub

-another one I had to really think of, but upon further deliberation with myself I'm thinking pyro again (the default vision lmfao)

-Yes. Passion for food, he'd get along with Xiangling quite well (too well, imagine her in the devildom holy shit)

-Also pretty passionate about working out and protecting his brothers, so there's that lol

-I am stumped on him bc he's like lowkey just there bro like

-how would he even get his vision idk man

-but imo pyro is the default vision so he gets it (feel free to disagree with me)

Belphegor

-If you think this guy does not have an anemo vision you are wrong

-like dead mf wrong he is anemo all the goddamn way

-he lost his sister and still blames himself for it, but he also wants to be free with his brothers in the devildom

-the other vision i would give him is electro because he does tend to like, shut himself off or whatever so there's that

-but he's 100% anemo I don't make the rules sorry

-first tall male anemo user?? (surprisingly he's 5'10 guys it's probably all that sleep he does lmfao)

Diavolo

-hmmmm, such a hard decision I wonder what vision I would give to the literal prince of hell- pyro.

-jk jk let me explain

-Pyro, because as I've stated before, it is both the default vision imo and also the vision for those who are passionate IMO (I cannot stress this enough)

-Diavolo is very passionate about RAD, and the whole "demons getting along with other species" concept is something he has been working very hard on (man is trying to end specieism in the obey me verse)

-on top of his outgoing and friendly personality, pyro really does fit him like a glove. I could make an argument for geo because he shoulders a fuck ton of responsibility for the devildom (esp in nightbringer) but like

-he is warm and friendly and strong, perfect pyro material

Barbatos

-I needed to think about this one for a bit, but after further deliberation with the screams that echo in my head, I am confident in saying that this man has an anemo vision

-if he were in the genshin universe he'd def be one of the shady people from celestia (bro is literally istaroth but i digress)

-as much as anemo fits him aesthetically, I also want to point out that he just... gives people freedom? Like the first half of nightbringer was him finally fulfilling someone's wish to go to heaven to see their lover

-he also just parallels a lot with venti, idk i just see him being very fitting with an anemo vision

-like, he's immortal yet does not look it (Scara, Xiao, Venti), downplays his power to appear "normal" in a sense that he won't be an immediate threat to those perceiving him (Venti), saw a pyro kid and decided to adopt them and begrudgingly take care of them no matter how annoying they are (Xiao and Hu Tao though I may be reaching)

Luke

-bro does not have a vision yet (jk its cryo)

-I feel like he'd be given a hydro vision solely for the fact that he is changing his, quite frankly specie-ist, ways lol (like eula hello?)

-he is quite shy when mc first met him, the only reason why he didn't immediately get mad at them is because they weren't a demon and that's saying something

-he tends to be very guarded around said demons, often becoming aggressive when interacting with them but he's warming up. It's like a wall of ice slowly melting through the mc and simeon's guidance

-he also reminds me of mika for some reason

Solomon

-he has an electro vision and yes, it's exactly the same situation as Lisa

-though he doesn't need one (none of them do tbh), I feel like he wanted one just for shits and giggles like I definitely see him being a descender on Teyvat

-he's literally the most powerful human in the obey me verse, of course he's going to be viewed differently from others even though he "tries" to not be too overt about it (very, very big emphasis on tries. I think he only does it for mc atp)

-I feel like he'd get along well with the electro ladies as well, particularly Miko and Lisa (Gorou and Luke need to hide like asap)

-in all seriousness though, he just fits into electro so well given all the character traits present in electro wielders

-another vision I could see him having is dendro, partly because he's always down to have more knowledge about magic that he doesn't know yet and is in constant pursuit of creating pacts with the demon brothers

Simeon

-another hydro wielder :)

-calm, collected, elegant, sticks to their principles- classic hydro archetype tbh I love him so much

-again, very similar to Lucifer's reasoning but he leans more towards hydro wielders like Nilou and Candace I think, who are quite relaxed but won't hesitate to protect what they love and fight for what they deem is right

-spoiler warning: he literally got cast out of heaven for the mc.

-as I've said before, there really isn't anything I can add that I haven't said before, other than the fact that Simeon would definitely enjoy Xinqiu's company and possibly get along with Furina when discussing acting and the arts

-other than hydro, I don't think any other vision suits him tbh (big maybe on anemo but like, it doesn't really fit tbh)

I am so fucking bad at character analysis but here you guys go

the labor of my sleepless night while i gather more motivation to write the second chapter of madame neuvillette

also i am so very tempted to start writing for other fandoms but this blog is enough for now tbh

[bucks-daddy-issues]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @neverevan @made-ofmemories and @diazsdimples thank you!

How many works do you have on ao3?

6! I only started writing a little over a year ago and I am a very, very slow writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

68,008

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 only at the moment.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

I got a bed but I’d rather be in ours tonight (6.7k, Buddie, Explicit) Thighs and Eyes (3.7k, Buddie, Explicit) Kiss your lips blue (7k, Buddie, Explicit) I'll Be Your Gift, Give You Something Good To Celebrate (6.4k, Buddie, Explicit) Sweet Nothing (37.8k, Buddie, Teen and up)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!!! Every time, comments absolutely make my day and I don't feel like my responses ever do justice to just how giddy I am when I get a nice comment!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of my fics are even remotely angsty (though maybe some in the near future might be idk idk) but I don't think I could ever write something with an angsty ending. Happy endings only over here.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think all of my fics have very happy endings but I'll go with Sweet Nothing maybe, as it's super happy with also hints at even more happiness in their future too. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far no, thank god.

9. Do you write smut?

Most definitely, four of the six fics I have up are smut but I always like to put a lot of plot in there too!

10. Craziest crossover?

I don't write crossovers, it's just not my thing personally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, I really hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, put people are welcome to as long as they link my fic :)

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

No but I hope to soon!

14. All time favorite ship?

Buddie buddie buddie buddie buddie

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a few I started when I first got into 911 that would need some crazy reworking to still make sense but I'm still hopeful lol. The hangover au is really hanging on by a thread because the 911 writers blatantly stole my idea to steal the hangover movie's idea (jk) I'll definitely still write it but it's kinda been put on hold.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at writing descriptively? I also get some lovely comments on how I write emotions which makes me very happy :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my pacing could use a lot of work. Sometimes things feel a little too fast and other times I go on for too long. My dialogue can also be hit or miss depending on the character.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I can't speak any language other than English and like super basic Irish so I just don't trust myself to write in another language well. If I had someone's help I would be open to it though.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I think I wrote one direction fics back when I was like 12-15 but I only actually posted one fic before I started writing for 911 and that was destiel about a decade ago (and it was deleted like 6 months later)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ahhhh I'm not sure, I have things I both love and hate about all of them, but I think I have to pick Sweet Nothing because I put my heart and soul into that fic for months and it inspired me to keep writing longer fics.

I feel like most people have already been tagged so sorry if you've already done this, but tagging: @wikiangela @watchyourbuck @spagheddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @rogerzsteven

@jesuisici33 @sunshinediaz @daffi-990 @rainbow-nerdss @theotherbuckley

+ whoever else wants to do it!

[autisticlenaluthor]

I absolutely adore your writing, and can't wait for the next chapters! You somehow make the most complicated things feel so relatable and easy to understand, while taking us to this rollercoaster of emotion at the same time. This is truly amazing.

I'd love to know your answers on 5 and 29 on the writers' wrap game.

Thank you so much for sharing your work, and I wish you the best of luck and a quick recovery in your surgery ❤️

thank you so much, that's such a high compliment!! 😭❤️ for the numbers -

5. I have a few favorite passages that i can't really decide between. so i'm putting them in no particular order-

in Sick Of Surviving, i love this little section: "She sees her in twilight skies, when the air is filled with stars and the orange sunrise after another sleepless night. In the bracelet that hangs from Kara’s wrist, made of string now tinted brown from dirt and wear, so unlike the vibrant green and orange thing it was three years ago. It makes Kara cry at first when she sees a picture of how it used to look; so pretty and put together. But like so many other things, she learns to be okay with it. Because to be loved is to be changed and nothing has changed her more than Lena."

from One Single Thread of Gold: "while Lena’s used to the cracks in the sidewalks– she’s getting pretty sick and tired of waiting for flowers to grow between them." idk what it is about that line, i just like it a lot

and also from One Single Thread of Gold: "Lena wants to haunt him. Like an empty soul that’s been forgotten on Earth; she wants Lex to lay awake at night with restless memories and a pit in his stomach. She wants him to see her in the eyes of every girl he ever meets and ache beneath the weight of what he did to her. For her face to terrorize him when he sees the last family photo they ever took together, and hate himself for hurting the person who idolized him more than anyone else.

And still, Lena wants to love him. 

She wants to be five years old again, sitting in the closet making finger puppets with her big brother. To feel weightless with the wind in her hair as he swings her around by her shoulders in the backyard."

29. a fic i got more feedback on than expected - i honestly don't know. maybe Five More Minutes? i feel like i'm always going back and rereading comments on that one

[sanjidysphoria]

You’re so right about the Fyodor thing. Like, I think he’s interesting in concept but in execution he feel SO flat for me. It felt like it was taking forever to build up to how cool and smart he is and then he died. I get that maybe he isn’t dead but it’s definitely not good writing to have an entire arc that supposedly masterminded by him and his organization and every character except for him (and dazai) is doing something more interesting.

I love some plots, characters, experiences, etc. I’ve had regarding BSD but in my opinion, Fyodor is an example of one of the things I hate most about any media: stories that show off how clever/smart they are. Not everything has to be some great masterminded spectacle. Like you said, the perfect crime arc was really entertaining and it was much more self-contained and well thought out. Idk if Asagiri is just concerned about being predictable (lol sorry girl but you’re not doing well) but at this point it’s kinda like I’ll take predictable, well-written, thoughtful, “cliche” stories over whack ass bullshit that’s hanging together by a thread.

I know I’m preaching to the choir here but it was nice to see someone else talk about how Fyodor just did not work for them.

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK this is us rn

anyway yeah i feel like fyodor couldve been a really cool character, and for me he kinda was in the beginning i guess but then it fell so flat!! i much more adored characters that were introduced by him like mushitarou and nikolai and i dont know if that was what asagiri was going for?

and for the record i do not think he's dead. so little is known about him, his ability, his backstory and bsd always makes sure to reveal these before the /villain/ gets busted. i may be talking out of my ass here but yeah i dont think he died (if he did then im a clown haha).

HOWEVER neither of these possibilities are good.

if he did die then what was the build up for?

if he didnt then we are still stuck in the neverending dazai vs fyodor cycle which im quite frankly sick of.

[1d1195]

Sam!! hii!! It’s been so long😭 I know I’ve been saying it basically every time in each ask but i seriously hate not being able to respond as quick anymore :(!! (This will be a two parter lol)

Sleep is so important so in some ways I’m glad you slept! I’m sorry the past week was not kind to you :( how are you feeling now? It’s a new month!! Honestly October was hell so hopefully November won’t be as bad lol alsooo are you doing anything fun this weekend?

I’m sorry book didn’t live up to the hype or quality as the other ones, that’s so lame! I know how that feels and sometimes it feels annoying feeling “unsatisfied” I guess lol

Oh bestie guess what my hot TA did this week?? He showed up to class with his his regular halfway buttoned shirt but with a MF LEATHER JACKET ON😭😭😭 when I tell you I fucking glitched tf out when i walked into lecture IT WAS SO CRAZY😭 you know im a SLUT for a leather jacket so I was soooo?!? He looked so good I can’t! Anyways lol

I simply cannot imagine how it is to be a fan right now! There’s absolutely no shame in feeling sad about it! I know that if I was in that position now, there would be no tears left in me! I do hope that you don’t get anymore sad tiktoks though :(

Oh trust me I never feel obligated to read! If anything it really makes me happy to be able to read the stories you post! I’m trying my best to deal with midterms and all though I am simply hanging by a thread lol but omg when they said they were from Boston I was GAGGED!! Like crazy lol

I totally get what you mean about Isaac! He’s good for the plot lol and idk sometimes I interpret things differently but that doesn’t mean that what you had in mind was bad or anything negative! If anything I kinda like how we all view the characters differently! I think the TA idea is still good though I do love how this idea came about! It’s very fitting and so perfect for them😭 also I forgot to mention that there was a part in the story(I think towards the end) it reminded me of a song called “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross idk why!!-💜

I know you hate it, but don't feel bad! School is more important! I've missed you and I know you have a lot going on 💕 I hope you're being kind to yourself!

I'm feeling okay now. I still have A LOT to do but it seems a little more manageable now. Going to do some retail therapy in a bit 🙃 even though I shouldn't. But I think I deserve a new bag and some thanksgiving hand towels for my bathroom. Nothing fun this weekend which is fun for me I feel I've been going non-stop since Oct. 15th so nothing is the most fun I could have. How about you? What fun plans do you have? Forgive me, it's been a year, do you celebrate Day of the Dead? I know we discussed it because I liked the movie Coco and stuff. How was it if you did?

It's okay about the book. I just went back to my basketball boyfriend to read before bed. I missed him 😂

TA and a leather jacket; name a more iconic duo. If he shows up with a motorcycle helmet let me know. This is writing itself, tbh I'm lolling about "regular halfway buttoned shirt"

No I like that too, it's interesting that everyone interpreted him to be a bad person (he's def like morally not great) but he was decent to her at one point. I will have to give the song a listen and see if it resonates something in me (based on title maybe it's because I made Harry not have sex with her hehehehe--that will be for another time).

Can't wait to read your review of Hummingbirds 💕

xoxo

[witchthewriter]

Level 3, idk if you recongnize me but I did a match up a while back and decided to do another again if that's okay? 🐦

Fandoms: Game of Thrones, Marvel, X Men

MBTI: INFP

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn (i only know that😭)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

I'm a very quiet person, timid, kinda grumpy and a bit shy but with close ones I'm a bit more talkative. I'm the type to be logical but also feels bad if it affects people's feelings, a bit of a people pleaser not gonna lie. I try my best to stay out of trouble but sometimes can't help but help people in need even if it causes me trouble (blame myself for it after sometimes). To be honest I'm actually pretty nice, kind and friendly. Like I would split my food and hand you the bigger one. I'm a good listener and gets embarrassed after i ramble about something i like. I get nervous and overwhelmed easily, I'm also anxious and paranoid like I check if i have the things i need like five times 💀. I'm very loyal to my friends and hate to see them upset.

Likes: Quiet places, music, relaxing solitude, matcha tea, cold drinks, cold weather, reading, taking breaks and hanging out with people i like.

Dislikes: insensitive or immoral people, germs, untidiness, loud noises/people, not being able to sleep.

Hobbies: Drawing, Reading, Organizing and Sleeping

Habit(s): I have a habit of dozing off when Im stuck in my mind and I pully my sleeves really hard when I'm nervous.

My Love Language: Quality Time and Acts of Service

Thank you! Have a great day or night =°_°= ♡

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌! She's been through a lot and your gentle nature would make her feel cared for. I think that's what she needs most, someone who will care for her. To make her feel loved and needed.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Very faithful and loyal. Anyone who speaks ill against you ... never does so again (depending on what they say, Sansa will take their tongue.)

・Treats you as her equal, and wants your input on many things. She loves your opinions because they're level-headed and come from a good place.

・Sews gorgeous clothes for you. She's naturally talented in that area, and has made such detailed items that take your breath away. Threaded your favourite flower, woven with golden shining thread. It's time consuming, but she doesn't mind it. She wants to spend time on things for you.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇! She loves romance and would sweep you off your feet. You would keep her grounded and she would make you feel loved and protected. I think she would be able to take away some of your anxieties as well by letting you feel safe.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Everything is deeper and more intense with Wanda. She makes you feel like you're worth it. That you have so much worth and your thoughts are important. You're important.

・Likes to bake for you! All the time! There's many things that haven't turned out right, but it's fun and you enjoy taste-testing!

・If you need her, she will not leave your side. She makes you feel like her number one priority

𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆! She has a good heart and wants to do the best by others. I think you two would be a great match because she wants to love someone with her whole being and I think you would want someone who is completely ready for a relationship. The compatibility would be high because you're both sensitive and emotionally mature/open.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Sees the good in every situation, which makes you feel like a more positive person

・She's great at listening and wants you to tell her everything about your day. Often begins a conversation, just so you can take over and talk. Your voice soothes her.

・She never breaks her promises, and reserves her affection just for you

[spaceorphan18]

Marvel Movie Night: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Did I want to watch Guardians of the Galaxy 2 tonight? No - not really. But I bought a new planner, and decided to be slightly more proactive about my projects - even on work days, even when I'm tired. And turning on Disney+ and pushing play seemed like the low effort task I could accomplish tonight.

I'll be straight with you - the first time I watched this movie, I really, really didn't like it. This time - I didn't think it was that bad, honestly. It's never going to be anywhere near my favorite, and honestly, I'll still (blasphemously) probably pick Thor The Dark World over this but, I will admit that it is a very solidly done movie.

The movie kind of hangs itself more on thematic material and less on plot. Kind of like a Beethoven sonata. Hmm. (There's probably no one out there that will that joke, but I amused myself.) Anyway - and that theme is family.

All of the story threads throughout the film all hinge on family -- Peter dealing with finding his real dad vs accepting his adoptive dad has his real one. Gamora and Nebula coming to terms with their childhood. Rocket figuring out what found family is. And, you know, the whole idea that the group is a family. And, I mean, the script is really solid and coherent. Maybe I've been watching some not as coherent things lately? Idk - but I did appreciate that it all hung together decently well, even if, my big gripe with the overall story, is that it felt a little surface level (to me).

But I can understand why this film resonates with people in the same way things like the Avengers film resonates with me. You just really come to care about the characters and who cares if it is more or less a popcorn flick, you just kind of love the easiness of it all. So I get it - if this movie is your thing - I get it.

That said - there are still a bunch of things that don't work for me, and they are as follows: The sense of humor still feels like an 8yo boy wrote the jokes, and in an almost sitcom-like way, the more serious moments are always punctuated by moments of juvenile humor. The tonality is a little weird - the funniest moment in the film (Groot getting the wrong things) was followed by the darkest - Yondu going on an artful mass murdering spree (also this film wanted badly to be rated R, but you can tell where James Gunn was forced to rein it in.). The third act descends into another CGI bloated mess. And, as usual for my beloved Marvel films, Ego is kind of a weak villain.

Also, guys, please don't hate me on this one - wasn't that big a fan of the sound track. Oops.

You know what, though - the film looks really good. I can kind of tell the weakness of the most recent Marvel projects - because this film is super polished, and maybe because I have a newer TV than the first time I watched it, the CGI didn't hurt my head as much. It's a very beautiful film over all.

Final Verdict: It's a solidly good film - just... not one for me.

Next Up: Spider-Man Homecoming!! I didn't not realize this and now I'm super excited :D

[coldtacosaladwasntfound]

Heyyy dude (gender neutral) how are you? I love your work!! I was wondering whether you could do a fluff poly pic with dream x reader x George where the reader gets hated on and the boys are protective of them. Original, I know 🙄✋/lh drink water ❤

hello ! here you go bud :)) kinda sucks but oh well

pronouns : they / them

H A T E • dream x georgenotfound x reader fluff

Twitter. Something about the godforsaken app could put a grimace on anyone's face. Twitter stans aren't all bad, but obviously controversial comments will end up being the most interacted with content on the site, just causing more and more people to see it. Was I surprised when I realized I was under attack; specifically by accounts dedicated to my partners and their friends? Not really, but it definitely still hurt. I expected it eventually but not this soon. I had barely appeared on stream w the guys, only coming in and out of Dream's room.

I was laying on the couch in Dream's room, scrolling through the replies to a post asking people what they thought of me. Dream was unknowingly sitting at his desk, editing with his headphones on. I truly didn't think the comments would be that bad, and some of them weren't, but some were.

@/user

idek anything ab them but they give me a bad vibe fr /gen

----@/user2

---- no like actually same, like the way they talk to dream is just,,, idk how to explain it

@/user3

literally not our place to assume things ab them ???? we know NOTHING ab them

----@/user4

---- ^^^ reminder

@/user5

they interact w [creator] 🚩🚩🚩🚩

I heard Dream talk, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, they're right here. [Y/n], George wants to say 'hi'!"

"Okay." I sat up and walked over to the computer, him unplugging the headphones. "Hi, George," I said, a slightly forced grin on my face.

"Hey, how are you?" I could tell that was more of a genuinely concerned kind of 'how are you' rather than a casual one. He could tell I wasn't alright.

"Uh..." I looked at Dream, he also seemed a bit concerned. There was no use in lying to them. "I was reading through a Twitter thread that I probably should've just ignored. It brought me down a bit."

Dream hugged me from behind in his seat. "We saw it. Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked.

I nodded. "It's not quite what they said that bothers me, but the fact that they don't even know me and there's nothing I can do to change their opinion."

"Their opinion doesn't matter. Like you said, they don't know you," George said into his mic. "We know you, and we love you." Dream nodded in agreement.

"I love you guys, too."

-

I woke up the next morning, cute memories of Dream and I's cuddle session last night. I was in Dream's bed and the blonde boy himself was once again sat his desk, talking quietly on call with someone. "Your chat needs to chill," Dream muttered through a clenched jaw. I got up and walked up behind him, looking over his shoulder while I wait for him to notice me. I glance at chat, trying to find what they need to chill about.

Oh.

He jumped, scrambling to mute himself and close the Twitch tab. "Good morning, angel," He said as he looked up at me.

I didn't know what to say. Of course, even Sapnap's chat was talking about me. I just let the emotions come through, standing there and feeling the insecurity hit.

I assumed Sapnap had noticed Dream's disappearance and tried to get his attention, as I watched Dream quickly unmute and begin talking. "Hey, I'm here, sorry, my mic fucked up." His eyes went back to the stream to see the chat, the discourse still raging. "Chat, please shut up about the people I hang out with in real life." I could tell he wanted it to be as vague as possible. "They're real people and can see the things you say." He paused and looked up at me. "I'm gonna hop off now." He left the call and took off his headphones, pulling me towards him. "You're worth so much to me, I don't like when people talk about you like that."

I sat in his lap and felt my phone buzz, pulling it out of my pocket and seeing George's name on my screen for a video call. I answered it and aimed the camera at Dream and I. "Hi, George... join the cuddle sesh," I offered jokingly.

"Gladly," he chuckled, his smile stunning me. "There's nowhere I'd rather be." Dream gave me a kiss on the cheek, nodding.

I received a Twitter notification for George's account. I opened it, scanning over the text.

@/GeorgeNotFound

Stop tweeting about creators personal friends challenge 2021 99% fail

I chuckled, piquing George's curiosity. "What are you laughing at?" I went back to the video call.

"Your tweet," I replied. Dream chuckled as he looked at it himself. "Thanks, a lot."

"For what? It's our job to stick up for you, we care about you," He insisted. George hummed an 'mhm' in approval.

"Still, thanks. Also, can we watch a movie together tonight?" Dream chuckled and nodded.

"Of course, you can pick the movie," George offered, exciting me further.

"Including Disney Channel Original Movies?" I asked as Dream groaned in a mixture of disgust and annoyance at the thought of watching a Disney Channel movie.

"Yes, including them," George responded before Dream could.

I laughed as the freckled boy before me let out his complaints, "They're all so predictable, the writing's shit."

"Shut up, Dream," George interjected in defense. "It's just one movie."

After all agreeing, the three of us sat on call watching a movie of my choice.

[cantdanceflynn]

OK I GOT ASKED ABOUT MY REASONING AND ALSO PERMISSION FOR THE DEITY AU PART SO......

TURNING POINT JUST SCREAMS CARTOON FRIEND GROUP AS IS, AND THE GENERAL THEME OF IT FEELS MORE MML THAN ANYTHING AS IS, SO IT JUST MADE SENSE IN THAT REGARD

ATLANTA IS SO FUCKING MILO, BUT NOT IN THE SAME WAY THAT ITS PHINEAS OR KIWI, ITS TAKING THE MOST OF EVERY OPPORTUNITY AND APPRECIATING ALL OF LIFE, EVEN WHEN ITS CRASHING DOWN AROUND YOU. MILO CONSIDERING HIMSELF SO LUCKY TO BE WHERE HE IS, BEING SO HAPPY THROUGH EVERYTHING BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES SENSE, HES ALIVE AND HAPPY AND THATS REASON ENOUGH TO CELEBRATE, ESPECIALLY FOR HIM. AT THE SAME TIME, ITS GOT LITTLE BITS OF THOSE IDENTITY ISSUES AND SLIGHT CRACKS ITS IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM NOT TO EXPERIENCE. ITS JUST SO PERFECTLY MILO

THRESHOLD AS MELISSA MAKES SENSE AS MUCH AS ATLANTA FOR MILO BUT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. SHES NOT EXACTLY UNSTABLE BUT SHES MOST LIKELY TO JUSTIFY SOMETHING WRONG. EVEN WHEN SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH THEY CARE ABOUT HER AND HOW MUCH SHES LOVED, SHES MOST LIKELY TO BE SELF DESTRUCTIVE. THERES ALWAYS THAT BIT OF HER NOT BUILT FOR MURPHYS LAW THAT HAS TO ALWAYS BE CAREFUL, BUT SHE STILL SETS UP BETS AND PUSHES IT A LITTLE TOO FAR. SHES NEVER BEEN IN THAT CONTEXT IN CANON, BUT IF SHE WAS? THREADING A VERY DANGEROUS THRESHOLD IS CERTAINLY A GOOD WAY TO PUT IT

ROAD FELT SO ZACK IN A WAY I CAN BARELY DESCRIBE. THE UNCERTAINTY, SEEMING LACK OF STABLE CONNECTIONS, BUT THE FACT THAT AS SOON AS HE GETS INTO THE HANG OF EVERYTHING WITH MILO AND DANVILLE AS A WHOLE, HE CLICKS SO HARD?!?!?!?!?! IDK, IT JUST FEELS RIGHT. HE DOESNT KNOW DANVILLE IS HOME BUT IT FEELS RIGHT REGARDLESS. ALSO FUN FACT I ALMOST CHOOSE MONSTER TOWN INSTEAD BC IT FEELS GOOD FOR HIM ANYWAYS AND I HAVE LIKE 20 AUS WHERE A MAIN POINT IS "EVERYONE ENDS UP/IS INHUMAN IN SOME WAY EXCEPT FOR ZACH", BUT I DECIDED TO LEAVE BIAS AS FAR OUT OF THIS AS POSSIBLE EARLY ON

WORRY FOR NAUGHT. LEMME JUST.

THESE ALONE R PEAK MILO AND MELISSAS FRIENDSHIP HONESTLY

DEADLOCK KINDA JUST. IT RLY JUST MAKES ME THINK ABOUT MILO INSPIRING ZACH AT FIRST, ONLY FOR EVERYTHING TO CHANGE IN THE LONG TERM AND ZACH EVENTUALLY INSPIRING MILO AND IT JUST. RLY REMINDS ME OF THEM THE EVENTUAL CHANGES AND MENTAL PROCESSES, IT JUST WORKS

GOOD MORNING WAS THE HARDEST ONE TO PICK. I FEEL LIKE IT REALLY. FEELS THE UNCERTAINTY ZACH AND MELISSA HAVE. NOT LIKE, IN A "WILL THEY WONT THEY" WAY, BUT BECAUSE THEY HAVE SUCH DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT EXPERINCES AND WAYS OF DEALING WITH MURPHYS LAW AND EVERYTHING, AND I FEEL LIKE IT BRINGS ON THIS UNCERTAINTY WITH THEIR FRIENDSHIP, WHICH I CAN THINK OF IN A FEW INSTANCES OF, BUT IT USUALLY GETS HELPED BY MILO. YOU CAN ALSO JUST TAKE THIS IN THE "DOESNT WANNA RUIN FRIENDSHIP, CANT DWELL ON HOPEFUL OR HATEFUL IDEAS" WAY

ALSO FOR THE DEITY AU THING ALL GO!CHILD SONGS ARE DEITY AU BUT IM PICKING THE ONES I HAVENT ALREADY PUT IN FOR CHARACTERS(LIKE, THRESHOLD IS PEAK DEITY AU MELISSA BC SHE IS PUT IN THOSE SITUATIONS, WORRY FOR NAUGHT BEING FAR MORE LITERAL, ECT) ALSO THERES A LOTTA ALICE GANG ONES WHICH. PROBABLY LUCKILY ONLY MELISSA AND LYDIA COUNT AS PART OF SO ILL ONLY BE ADDING THE ONES THAT RLY FIT THE TWO BUT STILL

THE MOST ALICE GANG SONG ACTUALLY.

MAN. THINKS BOUT SET MELISSA AND LYDIA

SECOND CHOICE FOR MILO AND MELISSAS FRIENDSHIP HONESTLY AND ESPECIALLY SO IN THE DEITY AU. MAN <3

SHOUTOUT TO THE PIXEL HORROR GAME ABOUT THE MML SIDE OF THE PLOT POST MAIN SITUATION I WILL PROBABLY NEVER GET AROUND TO MAKING. YOU WILL BE SO GOOD. REAL FAITH THE UNHOLY TRINITY VIBES.

THE OTHER HALF OF THE MML POST MAIN SITUATION STUFF. FUTURE IS FUCKED UP BUT THEY CAN FIX IT

THIS ONES MORE OF THE SIDE CAST ACTUALLY. LIKE LYDIAS THE OBVIOUS, BUT OUGHHHH *THINKS BOUT BRADLEY AND AMANDA AND SAVANNAH AND MORT AND CHAD AND-* I CANT ACTUALLY EXPLAIN THIS ONE

AND FINISHING IT OFF W MY FAVORITE SONG EVER, SPECIFICALLY MILO BOTH LOOKING TO THE GODS AND COPING WITH THE SELF-DESTRUCTION OF HIS FRIEND(S) FOR THIS CONTEXT

@pyxehastoomanyinterests

feel free to ignore this, but. you’re a go!child expert and a dwampyverse expert so.

any go!child songs that you think really fit the trust trio? Either them as a group or any of them singly?

thanks :)

I TOOK A LONG TIME TO THINK ABOUT THIS BC I WANTED TO DO THIS FUCKING RIGHT GD IT AND I BELIEVE IVE PICKED OUT A SONG FOR THE GROUP, EACH CHARACTER, AND INDIVIDUAL DYNAMICS

GROUP

MILO

MELISSA

ZACH

MILO AND MELISSA

MILO AND ZACH

MELISSA AND ZACH

YOU COULD ARGUE ME ABOUT ANY OF THESE BUT I WILL REFUSE ANY ARGUEMENTS AGAINST WORRY FOR NAUGHT BEING MELISSA AND MILOS FRIENDSHIP SRY

[phoenixborn]

Some ships to drop

Hysteria x Cindy

Cindy x Seviathan

Cindy x Frederick 👀

Cindy x Velvette (I remember we talked about it once

Cindy x Leviathan

Cindy x Cupid

Cindy x Pitch

Annnnd

Hysteria x Cindy x Seviathan (in which Hysteria and Seviathan constantly fight over the brain cell)

Ship bingo

Hysteria x Cindy

Look it's a bingo!!! Pastel goth & goth punk solidarity! Well, they have a lot in common despite the incredibly different power scale they operate on. Cindy is definitely...not right in the head either but at least she can recognize and enforce the importance of consent & look after Hysteria. It's a really adorable friends with benefits situation between two young women who enjoy their sexuality and don't know nor care when to shut up.

Cindy x Seviathan

You know how long I wanted to do a love story involving reincarnation and not in the traditional way?? They are adorable, can see them as the jock-cheerleader trope a tiny bit as she is bloody athletic. Her traumas, personality feel like they balance his chaotic dumbass out a little while also enabling him. A fun dynamic between literal cosmic horrors and I'm here for it

Cindy x Frederick

I think we both know what she will do if she breaks up with Seviathan, plus burning down most of his belongings- Getting with his dad is definitely not sane or safe but at least consensual and something she would definitely do. She's aware Frederick is married buuut...yeah. It definitely would be a one time thing, I don't think she would be interested after she got what she wanted: revenge and tentacle dicks.

Cindy x Velvette

I mean...it would be fun buuut Cindy is not Rozy. I feel like Velvet could potentially bring up even accidentally too much of her traumas and Cindy won't hang out with a rapist pimp without ending his life. She also chooses to not drink or do drugs in order to protect her voice; the customizing employees would freak her the fuck out. Also if she's stabbed for the fun of it, she will stab back.

Cindy x Leviathan

Cindy carries a surprising amount of envy. She has suffered so much and she doesn't feel she 'got her reward for it' . Many would say cosmic level power IS a reward but sometimes it feels more of a burden. To know, to hear, to experience so much as a bystander. I think Leviathan could very much play with her anger laced envy, for a while. Until Cindy learns he has been holding her distant relative captive. Until he learns that she's a fucking Véghváry.

Cindy x Cupid

Cindy doesn't understand why the sweet angel of love doesn't hate her. It is extremely wholesome, touching that Cupid is trying to show her how love should work, you know without the murder part. I feel like it probably will be platonic, they are adorable, Cindy needs some kindness in her life...and idk if Cupid needs her chaos in hers though😂

Cindy x Pitch.

Based mainly on @spxcemuses Pitch, but if you want to throw yours I'm ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) Okay. Hooooly fuck. The first ever ship I've written on Tumblr and I'm not over it the slightest. The enemies to lovers, the struggle whenever exploit her fears to tear down the strongest opposing force; the pain whenever to rip the fearlings out of him for him to be free at last. Technically, he is too a cosmic horror & with my original lore about the creator of fearlings Serin'th adds an extra layer of spice. They...gone through so much, there are many layers, threads, jokes tying them together and honestly it's in my top 10 ships ever written.

Hysteria x Cindy x Seviathan

Fun, chaotic and after a while Cindy would probably lose her patience.😂 I do like the concept and the shenanigans it would cause, the pranks, the 'alliances'; I think they would have a great time. But...she needs something more serious in the long term. Someone who is strong enough emotionally for her because she is not.

[demonprincezeldris]

Idk I just needed to vent and project something and I thought you'd like this drabble as a result... warnings for... honestly idk!??? Probly allusions to a panic attack or mental breakdown or something... it's just something I often feel:

Zeldris snored in his sleep. It wasn't a thought that Meliodas intentionally thought of as he stretched out for his mid-afternoon nap, but the errant thought refused to leave him be. Zeldris used to snore in his sleep, it was never a loud or thunderous snore like what Estarossa did, but softer. Like little snorts and sniffles as he dreamed. Just like what Hawk did.

Hawk and Zeldris are actually very similar, Meliodas thought, the two would probably get along if they ever met.

Then his thoughts jumped to Hawk. The pig was fun, annoying, playful... pretty much what he wishes Zeldris could be. What Zeldris would have been if not for their father. Maybe that's why he let the annoying pig hang around. Neveind the fact he's literally turned the guys' mom into a bar.

Oh well.

Meliodoas snuggled deeper into the padded cushion in his window alcove, sighing. The sunbeam was warm and the pillow soft. Like feathers! He remembered when Elizabeth use to wrap him in her wings, they were warm and soft too. He missed them, it was the one thing she missed most about her. Her soft wings, warm hugs, playful smiles as she induged him while he pretended not to be touched and she pretended not to notice. They had a rocky start, but he wouldn't have traded it for a second.

Bakc to sleeping, resting. He needed to nap, he wanted to nap.

What if Gelda broke her seal and tried to off herself!? He didn't want that to happen, Zeldris would be devastated!

Meliodas frowned... no... sleep!

The bar needed restocking soon. He hoped Vaizel had a good harvest this year.

Meliodas growled, giving up. He stomped over to his stash, a bottle of ale picked. He drunk it in one go, not even bothering with the tankard. It was an expensive and old brand, he'd been saving it for a special occasion. Now he'll need to get a replacement, less vintage wine.

Slamming the bottle down he cursed. It was a wandering day, one of those days where no matter what he did his mind just would not slow down and jumped form one innocuous thought to the other with no ryme or reason, chewing st it like a dog with a bone until the next random though thread pulled at him. It made it difficult enough to focus during the day, but when he was trying to sleep!?

It was pure torture to the demon.

With nothing else to distract his thought they ran on and on, never ending and never slowing down! He'd be utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sink into the comfort of his bed or the nap spot he designed to be the perfect spot with the best sunrays, only to be forced to instead create a facsimile of sleep while his mind took him hostage and refused to let him go until every last possible thought thread had been explored! It mad ehim irritated and his breathing heavy as he curled up, pulling at his strands of hair and begging the voices to please just SHIT UP ALREADY SO HE CAN SLEEP!!!

He felt soemthing nudge his side, a earm presence pressed against him. Glancing up he saw Hawk, the pig not looking at him but pressed against him. He knew Meliodas hated him seeing him so weak. Trembling, Meliodas wrapped his arms around the pig, squeezing just a tad bit too tightly and petting at him, burying his face into his neck to hide the tears. Eventually, after another hour of heavy breathing and hysterical sobs, his breathing slowed, his eyes drooping. A snout nudged him, herding him back to his nap corner. Once he was settled in a large, round form jumped up, curled against him, heavy on his legs. The Boar Hat didn't open that night.

The next morning Meliodas would wake up excitable and energetic, gleefully bouncing about as he served his customers. The 'voices' once more quieted and his thoughts his own until closing time.

Wow this was really well written. Poor Meliodas.

On another note, I'm so sorry you have panic attacks anon. Or whatever it was you described in this ask.

[awkwardgtace]

Secret Brother Pt1

New OCs let's go. Trying out something idk if I'll write more with these guys. Realizing some bit of traumatic past seems required in my ocs so far.

TW: mentions of abandonment. Later parts will have mentions of a borrower being treated like a pet this is entirely painted in how fuckin wrong it is and how it added to the trauma.

Part 2 Part 3 (Final)

Secret Brother Part 1

Everything started when Mikhail’s students were talking about some weird happenings in their dorm. Things were going missing and a voice was heard commonly late at night. They started to say they thought it was haunted. He offered to host a study session to disprove anything, making sure to bring his shoulder bag. It was easy enough to leave open on the ground and should be tempting enough for the ‘ghost’ to climb in. He kept a close eye out and sat near a wall he thought he saw a crack in. He was starting to worry that this wouldn’t work, until he saw a small form climbing up the edge of his bag. He didn’t like doing this, but he knew the students in this dorm were more likely to share their discovery. They were being too obvious here, probably someone who just struck out on their own. Now the dorm ‘ghost’ would be somewhere much safer and could learn the skills they needed.

Mikhail was anxious for the remainder of the session. He couldn’t be obvious for the sake of the one in his bag, and the others around him. He carefully placed his bag on his shoulder, opting to carry the books he’d used out as he continued speaking with the students. He rushed to his car, placing the bag safely on the floor of the passenger seat. He took the drive slower than normal, eyes constantly drifting to his bag. He parked and rushed straight to his door. Once inside he placed his bag on the ground, unzipped it, and pulled out a random book. He quickly walked off, settling down in a chair pretending to read. He was keeping an eye out for when his passenger left the bag. After an hour he decided to just leave the bag on the floor for a few days, give the little one time to get out.

It took a few days, but he finally heard the ‘ghost’ acting. It started with a clatter sound from his kitchen late at night. He held his breath, waiting for another sign. A voice that sounded somewhat young started mumbling. He wanted to get involved and help, but it’s never gone well in the past. He would just stay as an oblivious human and they could figure this all out. At least that was his promise to himself, but the little one was far from subtle. He could hear them talking to themselves on a daily basis, they were leaving messes, and worst of all they left trails back to their entrances. Mikhail had promised himself he wouldn’t get involved anymore, but he couldn’t leave this. He sighed, gathering what he needed to help out the inexperienced borrower.

He faked a phone call claiming he’d be gone for a few days then left shutting the door loudly. He went around to the back of his house, pulling out a fishing hook with a line attached and hanging it on the windowsill of the kitchen window. He’d left it open just enough someone the size of his guest could squeeze through. He focused on the feeling he’d grown used to over the years and watched the world slowly grow around him. In only a few seconds the world towered around him. He started climbing quickly, a little out of practice since he’d gotten his size under control.

He squeezed through the open window, reminding himself to open it just a bit more next time. Once inside he froze, he never once considered the borrower might recognize him. He considered squeezing out the window again, but was stopped before taking a step. He heard a small clatter, and saw a poorly made paper clip hook fail to catch. He heard a groan from below as the paper clip fell from the counter. He just had to hope they wouldn’t notice the similarities between the human they were living with and the new borrower in the house. He took a steadying breath then marched to the edge of the counter. The borrower was already murmuring to themselves, it was clearly a problem.

“You know you’ll get caught talking to yourself like that right?” he called down. The source of the failed hook screamed, clearly not expecting anyone to be here. Mikhail hadn’t been wrong, this was definitely a kid. They were probably a teenager, and honestly didn’t look like they’d had an easy time. He took his own hook, placing it down and throwing the string off the edge. “Climb up and we can talk. Don’t want to be too loud in case the human is around.”

The kid had no hesitation climbing up, that much trust could be dangerous. Although most people this size trusted each other almost blindly. They were worn out and panting once they were at the top of the counter, clearly new to borrowing. Had he accidentally kidnapped a young curious kid? He’d find out if anyone else was there once he’d trained the kid a bit. He gave them another minute before finally starting with his plan.

“Kid, why were you making so much noise? Half of being a borrower is being quiet especially when out in the open.” he said. The kid opened their eyes and Mikhail realized he’d made a mistake. Their eyes were watery, they must have been terrified. The kid sniffled a bit as they finally got their breath back.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” they said, “my parents didn’t really teach me how to borrow yet. W-we were on our way to a new home when a storm hit and I got separated. I wound up here by accident. I climbed in the human’s bag, I thought I saw loose threads I could use, along with some food. Th-they closed the bag on me and I wound up in this house.”

“Where were you before?” Mikhail asked. He wondered if there was a chance he could find the kid’s parents at the school.

“I’m not sure, I was dragged by water for a long time. When I got out of it I-I ran to the first building I found. I’m pretty sure they got dragged away too...” the kid’s voice was quiet. They seemed to know they weren’t going to find their parents. It sounded like there may be more to the story the kid didn’t want to mention yet. Mikhail would do everything he could to make sure they could survive on their own. He was getting attached already and he hated it.

“Well I was planning to stay here for a few days before moving on again,” he started. “I can teach you the basics. I happen to know you picked a pretty good human to live with. This one doesn’t tend to investigate small noises, but he has gotten curious from times I took too much.”

“Wait wait, you'll teach me? W-why? Isn’t it better to just move on and leave me to whatever happens?”

“Who told you that?” Mikhail’s voice went icy. The kid lost their family and just needed some guidance.

“Well, I uh, I met other borrowers who always said that. Then my parents too...sometimes.”

Mikhail was ready to scream hearing that. He’d dealt with people like that a lot since he lost his parents. He wrapped his arm around the kid’s shoulders and pulled him into a half hug. They froze but soon melted into the contact, he started rubbing his arm on their arm to calm them. The kid started to cry and Mikhail just let them. He knew they were safe and later, he’d say they should be careful. He let them go as long as they wanted, he knew sometimes you just needed times like this. The kid was the first one to pull away, looking a bit ashamed as they did so.

“I’m sorry about that,” they said. “We were lucky the human didn’t come back, I could have gotten us both caught. I-if this is where you usually live I can leave. I don’t want to put you at risk.”

“I offered to teach you, didn't I? No one has to leave, besides I tend to be a bit more nomadic. My name is Mik, he and him,” he said.

“I-I,” the kid shook his head, “My name is Ian, he and him too, I think. Are you really all right to teach me?”

“Don’t worry about the he and him thing too much, if something else feels right just tell me, ok Ian?”

Ian nodded his head. Mikhail took the time to really assess him now that he didn’t have to worry about being an accidental kidnapper. He didn’t look like he’d had much to eat recently, although that wasn’t uncommon for borrowers. His clothes were a bit baggy, and needed some patching. Mikhail may try to pull some tricks with his shifting to get him some better clothes. Ian seemed to be at least a full inch shorter than Mikhail, which wasn’t reassuring if they ever met when he was human.

“Ian, how old are you?” he finally asked. He needed an idea before deciding the next steps.

“I-I’m seventeen, or well I’m almost seventeen.”

Mikhail nodded, a little surprised he was that old. Ian was just a teenager after all. He knew what to do then. First they’d make a better hook, then practice having it catch on tables and counters. Then how to grab supplies without leaving a trace. He’d leave him with the fish hook once the few days he gave himself were up. The fish hook and line is sturdier, and would last with fewer replacements longer. Perfect for someone still just learning, plus he could just start a collection of random hooks to leave out.

“All right, here's the plan,” Mikhail explained. It didn’t take more than that for Ian to get excited. He trailed behind Mikhail hanging on every word, mouthing the important things. Mikhail felt like he had a little brother with how this was going. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying being with Ian like this. It’s been a while since he really spent time with people outside of work. By the time the weekend ended and ‘Mik’ had to move on, neither was happy with it. Mikhail knew Ian would get better without trouble, but he didn’t want to leave him alone.

They were sitting in Ian’s home, set up a lot better with the supplies they grabbed safely over two days. Ian had gotten into a habit of staying almost on top of Mikhail while in the home, like he thought he’d disappear. It left Mikhail with a sour feeling, knowing he had to leave the kid at least for the week. He jumped a little as that thought crossed his mind. He could, probably, keep this up on the weekends. Eventually Ian would see the human’s face and he may put two and two together, until then he could keep this up. He’d only come back until he was positive Ian wasn’t being reckless, if he went a week without seeing him then ‘Mik’ would come to say goodbye. It would work fine and then Ian wouldn’t have to deal with everything that’s happened alone.

“Can I go with you?” Ian asked, it knocked Mikhail from his thoughts. Mikhail looked at him with a sad smile shaking his head. “Why not? You said I was doing well. I can get used to being an outdoors borrower. Or, or just a traveling one or whatever. Please?”

“It’s too dangerous. Maybe when you’ve improved more. I don’t want you taking risks you don’t have to. I was told the same thing by the person who taught me everything,” Mikhail explained, he knew he couldn’t just abandon him. “I can try to come back though. I help keep some others connected, but I’ll come back, I promise.”

Ian grabbed him tight into a hug, the promise barely keeping him together. Mikhail knew it was a dumb idea, but he couldn’t do it. He’d promised himself not to get involved with borrowers again after the last time, but he never expected to find a kid who had no one. Once Ian could take care of himself he’d tell him the truth and then deal with the consequences. For now he’d help him stay safe. Ian fell asleep holding Mikhail in a tight hug. He knew he shouldn’t stay like this, but it was nice to be with someone else. After a few hours he knew he had to leave. It was Monday so he had to be a human again and go to work.

He slipped out of Ian’s grasp, careful not to wake him. Quietly he grabbed the hook that they’d fashioned out of some threads and a paper clip, leaving Ian the one that he’d brought. He snuck through the walls until reaching an entrance that he’d leave open just enough to come in through again. Once out of the walls he focused on shifting back to his human size, the world slowly matching him again. He quickly made his way to the front door, keeping an eye out for anyone awake right now. He snuck in quietly, trying to avoid being loud enough to wake Ian up. He collapsed on his bed, turning his phone on with an alarm set for the class that started in a few hours.