#im not even impersonating anyone or trying to do anything i just want to be able to see posts!!!!

[adhderall]

fucking hate instagram and facebook (not calling it "meta" go kys). i cant even make an account to lurk posts because they'll disable it for no fucking reason. because they NEED all of my personal data or else I'm "fake". go fuck yourself

[fictionfixations]

i watched alien stage for the first time

watched it all. im. gonna go rewatch it and look at the comments. i wrote this while i was still in the process of watching it cause i wanted to get my thoughts out and i mightve forgotten otherwise but

the way the moment ivan and till were introduced and i just thought 'oh no' (I READ AN ALIEN STAGE CROSSOVER FIC OK and it was THE PUSH I NEEDED TO GET INTO ALIEN STAGE and it has to do with ivan and till)

also i heard that someones favorite song was ruler of my heart. yeah thats my favorite too ………………but cure is also fighting for that spot, ruler of my heart will get stuck in my head but cure.. AGHHH FUCK man i cant tell if its cause i read that fic but oh round 6 made me want to cry what the fuck. like like like before i was like.. watching it in suspense??? like prepared for everything kind of deal cause i had like a base idea of how this was gonna go but FUCK i need to STOP pausing and just do one full watch through and then go back and pause??? CAUSE i keep pausing on my first listen to see the details and i just see till's like points rising and ivan's lower when i went back and realized oh. OHHHH. also out of everything i did not expect a kiss 😭 i genuinely cannot tell if its so impactful because i read the fic or if it wouldve still hit me with no idea on who these two were

im SO baffled on how i managed to get attached to characters in the span of like a few minutes. FUCKKK.

also the way it took me so long until i realized that they have like their names on like their collarbone??? is that what its called? or like around the neck area. it took TILL. i think i noticed it in the first video but i just couldnt make out what it was but it mightve been clearer in another shot so ill have to see on rewatch. i also wonder if the color on like the white collar?? thing??? around the neck means anything? cause sometimes its like green, red, or orange but im not sure if it means anything.

also the way luka(? DUDE if i had a nickel for every time i saw a character named luka id have like 3) keeps like… sort of. impersonating? or like reminding???? the other character of like a past opponent (who was their friend)???? !?!??!?!?!?! WHATS UP WITH THAT????? ..if its impersonating them though i wonder if its like. his body language changes to closely fit the other person to probably fuck with till and pink haired girl who i do not know the name of 💀? or maybe if its that he reminds them of well them but that hes not going out of his way to do it ? but there was that line on the ruler of my heart one with like something something like similarities?? darkness??? and it showed the black-haired girl and him changing places?? so im thinking its intentional

i have so many questions.

also i wonder if maybe the reason lukas doing like the impersonating thing which clearly strikes a nerve and makes the other person want to fight back or lose composure, if maybe its that vulnerability or break in the image trying to be portrayed that leads to luka winning as its not the kind of thing the aliens want even though till was clearly very passionate. ………..i refuse to think that luka could win on his own merit even though ruler of my heart was a banger /hj

i i need a moment to process this

does anyone have more lore. like. anything compiled up of the story that i can play catch up on?? i

i heard theres like a patreon and twitter with more details on it but

i feel like a mess rn 😭

anyway i need to go back and rewatch everything with this new context

..and then im gonna try to read some alien stage fics for like idk maybe haha happy fluff what if nothing bad ever happened cause fuck man holy shit.

ALSO ALSO what was up with the the th teh e luka(?????) when he he he he he (assumedly) beat up that guy (who in an earlier shot was like carrying hyuna on his back as kiddos?) after i think he (luka) was trying to kiss hyuna??? is that her name? and like

his fingers tips were turning like that blue-ish shade that it is now??

and like i look at that and think of how that pink haired girl at the end of her hair was turning blue and i dont know if that means anything but i noticed it and then i forgot to mention it again

also nother thing. i had a like on the round one video even tho i don't have a recollection of watching it so i guess somewhere in the past it ended up on my recommended, i watched it, i liked it, and then proceeded to forget i ever watched it. huh. tbh though i think it was better that i only got into alien stage now cause its like. you ever feel like you only gained awareness recently?? and like the years you lived before just kind of feel faded and you cant really remember them ??

idk man i have weird thoughts but its because it feels like i wasnt really aware aware then that i wouldnt have been able to properly appreciate it until now

lives rent free in my head:

crying cryinsjfuisj 'i knew it but thats what i love about you' type ass smile you

[oceangirl24]

Why Am I Blocked?: An Ask Answered

For those who have come to Tumblr via my AO3 profile or by other means looking for an answer to this question, I'm compiling the answer here along with the links to the original answers.

I hope this will help anyone who have found themselves blocked from commenting on AO3 and occassionally FFN.

Anonymous asked: I'll admit i was very angry and hurt that i was on your block list until i read your user profile. sorry you got bullied and harassed by this person. now i'm kinda of nervous of who she is because i don't think i could take 16 months of bullying.

I debated overnight if I should answer this. I am going to respond so that my readers understand what's been going on.

This ask is very typical of the type of thing the person who harassed me, and plagiarized Autumn in Philadelphia does. Since she found out about the link to the report, she has sent readers and has impersonated readers to get the link to that report which details not just the plagiarism but also her harassment.

I have had mutual readers gain my trust, participate in my BMW discord server, and pretend to be supportive through this ordeal all while relaying information to her.

She has also used her readers from other fandoms to try to do the same.

This is why I preemptively block readers who gush over her or indicate that they are in private communication with her (all of this is public information on her stories that I found while compiling my report).

Why is this ask typical of her methods to gain access to me and the report?

There is no indication to which user profile this information is on as those of you who follow me know I post on three sites.

I would think if this ask was by a legit reader and not by her or one of her friends (she is blocked on every single site I know we share as are any associates of hers that I'm aware of) I would think the reader would want me to know who they are so I can directly address them and the site they are on.

Which I would do privately.

The fact that immediate concern is about who she is also bothers me. I would assume once I named the person, they would want proof in the form of the link to the report.

That will not happen.

If this ask is from a legitimate reader or follower, then I really am sorry you've been caught in this.

To be clear: I am not upset with anyone who follows her or interacts with her works. This issue should have stayed between us but she chose to bring others into it and use them.

Even if you have been a part of this with her, I'm honestly not upset with you. I know how manipulative she is. I'm sure you thought you were helping a very sweet loving Christian writer obssessed with Jon and Shawn (aren't most of us obssessed?).

I fell for it myself. Hard.

I care about all of my readers very much, but it has come to the point where I have to protect myself.

If this is not a legitimate ask and you are doing this on her behalf or she's gotten another account, then we now stand close to 20 months of harassment.

To my readers, you know where to find me and how to interact with me that is not AO3.

I thank you for sticking with me through all of this and for supporting AiP, whether you comment or simply just read as I post.

I appreciate you more than I can say.

Aria

Anonymous asked: Hi, im the anon from last night. I only found your stories recently. I had no idea who you were. I have no clue who bullied you I wasn't actually expecting you to tell me. I'm pretty new to the fandom (writing since 2023). The reason I said I was nervous because I had a bad experience with a user in a previous fandom who falsely accused me of sending them hate, and they still do it occasionally. That's why I don't post links of my bmw fanfics to Tumblr. Again, I'm sorry that happened to you. I know you're going to have your guard up, but there are people who genuinely don't know what was going on. Also I wasn't expecting you to unblock me. I was just relieved it wasn't anything I done or that you disgusted by my writing. I won't bother you after this. I just wanted to clear things up.

Oh, I see.

If you are who I think you are then, you recced one of her works in a space we share. That place was one of the sites she tried to get a foothold in the fandom and was never able to and resented my presence there. It was also one of the places she focused her harassment until the report went out. Then she left and started on other sites.

Obviously, I overreacted when I saw her name come up and my instinct was to block everywhere just in case.

I apologize for that. I am really sorry.

I'm also sorry that you've had to deal with your own situation. I know how much these things mess with you. 🫂

No, I don't have any issues with you or your writing. And you haven't done anything. This was just an unfortunate coincidence.

I've unblocked you in both places. Best of luck with your writing and belated welcome to the fandom.

I hope to see you around.

I really do.

Anonymous asked: Thank you for unblocking me :) Also,I want to say sorry about the recc list. If I had known about your situation I wouldn't have done it. Anyway, I'd like to be more of an active member of the bmw fandom one day. But for now I'm gonna keep my tumblr private.

You're welcome. 😊

There's no way you could've known about the situation. And all of the other recs were solid choices. ❤️

Totally understand about keeping Tumblr private. There is also the Discord server if you're interested. You are most certainly welcome there. There's a section just for fanfiction writers, too.

I hope this clears things up.

Much love,

Aria

[columbiafawn3]

I don’t rlly have anything to say I just wanna post smth.

I’m wearing teal blue eyeshadow crayon and put lip gloss on top of it, and I feel kinda slay. It feels cool, a bit rock star.

Yk that’s my fear; that I look rock star. I don’t wanna look like a tragic Tim Minchin or some Viking impersonator. Alas I fear that is what ppl think I’m trying to achieve. I really don’t know. I know it’s not what I’m looking for, so maybe that’s enough — have faith in the execution of my creative vision.

Idk. I don’t think it’s that tragic. ESP given that I put shimmers and fun things on my eyes. I think the thing I don’t like about the rock star makeup look is the weird self-seriousness about it. It’s meant to make them look fierce and edgy. I don’t really wanna look fierce and edgy. I want to look interesting and fun. Ofc sometimes I do wanna look scary (case in point my current dark teal eye situation) —

Sorry there’s transport police telling off a group of boys for not having opal cards right in front of me so I’m trying to be absorbed in my phone but I’m waiting for them to come ask for my ticket.

Ok well they checked my ticket and it was fine yay. They didn’t even make a fuss about the concession entitlement card which I always hate. Like girl why do you care that much

— Ok I guess my problem with the guy liner of people like Tim Minchin and Billy Joel is the gender bending without going all the way. I just sense this sense of ‘restraint’ in it, which I don’t like in anyone. I really can’t put my finger on why it annoys me. It could very well be a projection of my own conflicted relationship with makeup.

Like realistically if I knew someone who wore eyeliner like that, I would think it was interesting and it would probably make me feel safer. But seeing images of ppl like Tim Minchin or Billy Joel or David Bowie, it just makes me cringe. I guess it’s like “wow you really thought you were doing something”. It’s sort of like this self-congratulatory “guys look at me I’m free from toxic masculinity”. And then the fact it’s always black or rlly boring colours just reinforces the fact that they’re really not that liberated.

Yeah now I’ve got myself wondering why it gets me so much. Maybe it’s because I’m envious that they get to deviate from masculine norms without having it be attributed to “gay” and therefore dismissed. If a straight guy is wearing eyeliner it’s like “wow he’s so deviant and cool”. But idk maybe it gets dismissed on them too.

And im also thinking about what im trying to express through my makeup. Because at first thought, I think i do it for me. I don’t really care if other people notice it or think anything of it. In fact I don’t like when people compliment my outfit or my makeup because to me, it’s like “oh you don’t get it”. It’s sort of like fan behaviour. I almost want it to be a signal to those who know, like a secret code to find those rare like minded people who are also in hiding.

But in terms of what I’m trying to communicate with my makeup, I don’t think I’m trying to communicate with the straight world. I really don’t expect them to get it and I get a bit frustrated when they try to interpret it because it makes me spiral and question myself.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

and i put a minific in the tags of the post which is relevant to what's about to happen so here ya go

kate and roy may start planning a wedding that they will NOT invite clint and ollie to#SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT#kate and roy dealing with the ultimate betrayal#jason: guys you may want to rethink this plan#roy and kate cake testing: how could this possibly go wrong?#its all fun and games until the planet starts reporting on it#at which point its easier to get married and do a quickie divorce#roy: so so so cool cool cool so lian thinks we're getting married for real#kate: oohhhhhhh noooooo#jason: wow if only someone had told you this was a bad idea#kate: well we could stay married for a while and get divorced in like a year#kate six years later: roy did we forget to do something?#roy making their anniversary dinner: nope can't think of anything

@tawghasa said

BESTIE Omg???? Can I see your "forgot they got married until they go to get married for real" and raise you "forgot they got married until they go to get married for real TO EACH OTHER" !?!?!?

Clint's like ok. Gotta bite the bullet and tell Katie-Kate about me and Ollie. Brace for impact. I know how she feels about him.

Clint: Hey so Oliver and I. Are going to get married.

Kate: oh like a vow renewal?

Clint : no like regular married

Clint: you have to have vows in order to renew them weirdo

Kate: lmao I idc if you lie to Stark or whatever so he gets you a cooler present but u don't have to lie to me

Clint: Katie wtf are you talking about

Kate: you don't get to gaslight me

Clint: KATE WTFFFF ARE YPU TALKING ABOUT

Kate: [image attached; it's a picture of Clint and Oliver with an Elvis impersonator and a marriage license] you guys literally got married and didn't invite me or Roy why did you think he and I got married?!?!

Clint: because you LOVE EACH OTHER? TAX REASONS???? NOT THAT????

Kate: Clint are you fucking serious right now

Kate: Clint you had better be fucking with me

Clint: Kate is that picture real oh my god KATE

It's important to know that Oliver has texted Roy and is like "clearly I have more functional friendships" and the only reason Roy hasn't gotten back to him is because it is Pedicure Day, and Roy is painting Kate's toenails while the polish dries on Lian's. So Kate is trying to REMAIN CALM but Roy could you check your phone? Could you talk to Ollie and see if Clint is just being a complete a-hole?

Which is when Ollie CONFIRMS that no, he and Clint sure didn't realize they got married! Or that ROY AND KATE GOT MARRIED AS AN ELABORATE REVENGE PLOT??? YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR FOUR YEARS??? ROY??????

And Kate and Roy are PIs so they're like frantically digging through emails and papers "I have a contact who is an Elvis impersonator, they work some chapels!?!" "I think I know someone in the records office?!?!?!" "HOW DID THEY NOT FUCKING KNOW?!?!?!" (Lian: no swearing)

Clint: omg is that why you kept saying all that weird shit about being left out and how did I like not knowing anything until the last minute????

Clint: IM SORRY YOU GOT MARRIED TO DUNK ON ME????

Clint: WHY ARE YOU STILL MARRIED????

Kate: well at first we forgot and then we realized we actually were kind of in love with each other SHUT UP IM NOT TAKING SHIT FROM A MAN WHO IS GETTING READY TO REMARRY HIS OWN HUSBAND BECAUSE HE FORGOT THEY WERE ALREADY MARRIED

Kate: Clint we can never tell anyone about this ever

Clint: too late Barry overheard me and ollie talking

Jason swings by Roy and Kate's. He's having the GREATEST day. He got to be there when Dick found out that Roy is happily married because of a drunken bender that WASN'T EVEN HIS. This is the DUMBEST thing Jason has ever witnessed and it's added at least five years to his life.

Jason: you are all idiots

Roy: watch it pal, keep talking like that and you'll wind up IN this marriage

Jason: that is absolutely not the threat you think it is

Kate, in an aside to Roy: are we, like. Positive he's not already married to us?

Oliver Queen marries Clint Barton. For real? For a mission? On a drunken bender in Vegas? Doesn't matter. The point is, they do not inform Kate or Roy who are LIVID.

[miomines]

draconic instincts

ok this is basically meili vs zhongli. dragon mom fights in ur honour.

writing fight scenes is very difficult. this is the longest thing I've written on this blog so far. I mean im happy with it but im much better at just. softer things. anyways here's angry dragon mom

part 1 | interlude | interlude 2 | part 3

Her precious little gem is at home. They are safe and happy. They will stay that way.

Truly, Meili thought her old friend had outgrown these behaviors. She had watched him as he mellowed out over the years. She remembers the Archon War and she's sad to say that this behavior has been here a long time. Perhaps she just wanted to believe in him. If her little gem never crossed her path, she knows, without a doubt, she would still be supporting him.

"Morax," Meili says to the air. Behind her is the shrine made to the Divine Creator, a personal shrine built by her old friend. Her rage is simmering, nearly boiling over yet she still keeps a calm disposition. There's no doubt in her mind that this encounter will turn into a battle eventually.

"Meili." She turns her head and watches the Ex-Geo Archon approach. She says nothing, not yet, as she gazes at him with impassive eyes. Meili steps down from the shrine's entry, breathing deeply to keep her rage from exploding.

She has conflicting feelings about the man in front of her, a fondness she currently resents. Zhongli was her dear friend, one she viewed as a brother. This is not Zhongli, not her old friend, but Morax. A fool who harms a child under the guise of worship to the Divine Creator. The man in front of her is Morax, a dragon who has hunted her little gem down.

"Morax, my dearest friend," she drawls, her tone full of forced cheer and friendliness. "You're such a loyal acolyte to our Divine Creator that you attack a helpless child who has merely existed." She grins as she cocks her head to the side, calmy stepping closer. "Would Guizhong be proud of your behavior? Or has your mind deluded itself to believe that she would join you?"

Meili is delighted to see that he takes the bait, his eyes narrowing as his voice lowers to a growl. "You know nothing of the situation," Morax hisses. It doesn't do anything to growing, sharp grin. "You know nothing of Guizhong."

"Morax," she tuts. "You forget that I was there. You forget that I fought alongside her." She narrows her eyes as she crosses her arms. "She loved our Divine Creator, but she also loved humanity. A child with a visage similar to the Divine One. She would see it as a blessing."

"That child is a criminal, guilty for the crimes of impersonation."

"Really?" Meili taps a finger to her chin, expression thoughtful. "That's strange. From what I'm aware of, the child was attacked on sight." She turns her head to stare into Morax's eyes. She sees the mirrored rage in his eyes that reflect her own, although for very different reasons. "Hard to be guilty of a crime if you didn't even impersonate anyone, no?"

Morax lets out a low growl, his posture shifting as if he were a predator hunting prey. If she were a lesser adeptus, a weaker dragon, she would be cowed into submission. Something that he was likely counting on. Unfortunately for him, she is not a weaker, lesser adeptus. 

"Really, Morax," she yawns. "I know you. We have grown together. If you think I will be scared of a little display of dominance, then you forget yourself." Meili doesn't bat an eye as he summons his spear, staring at her old friend with hidden disdain.

"I believe it is you," he says, spear twirling in his hand before he points it at her. "That has forgotten themselves."

"If you think I'm going to be scared of the man who fell off a cliff by trying to impress our dear Guizhong, then you're mistaken." Meili barks out a laugh, her grin sharp as she finally lets her boiling rage consume her. "I'd dare say that she would be disappointed in you. A child blessed by the Divine One and you simply attack? At your core, you're still just a brute."

"Silence!" He bellows and attacks. She steps away from the spear with ease. Morax attacks in a practiced motion, one she's seen many times over the many millennia she's been alive. It makes it easier to dodge. "You know nothing!"

Meili lets out a loud laugh, dodging his attacks with his spear gracefully as if she were dancing. "You're just proving it to me! Morax, you're truly just a brutish fool who lives in his own delusions!" She wonders how long she can go without summoning her weapon. It's almost amusing how determined he currently is to attack her. "Tell me then! Tell me the information that I'm missing!"

She dances away from his spear, continuing her speech as if this were a normal conversation. "That so-called criminal is a child! To both you and me! What have they done to be hunted down like an animal?!"

Morax narrows his eyes at her, realization lighting up in his eyes. "You know where they are," he hisses. "You are harboring a criminal, the impersonator of our Most Esteemed Creator." 

"I am harboring a child who has been hunted down for merely existing." My child, something inside her croons. She hushes it. Now is not the time. 

"That impersonator ruins Our Divinity's name!" Morax spat. "They are a criminal and they must face divine punishment!"

"Are you even hearing yourself?!" This is who she supported for six thousand years?? "The Divine One is kind, they would be disgusted by your actions!"

"Which is why we are dealing with the impersonator ourselves!" He growls. "The impersonator refuses to accept the blame and continues to run from their punishment! As loyal acolytes of the Divine Creator, we act to protect them!"

There's not getting through to him, is there? Around six thousand years of friendship, of family, and now all she can do is to let it go. Morax is not her friend, her family, but someone who wishes to harm her little gem. 

"The one you call the impersonator, I have taken them as my child," she states. Meili narrowly dodges a swipe of his spear aimed at her legs. "And I will not let you touch them."

"You are a traitor against the Divine One."

"And you are an idiotic, brutish fool."

With a snap of her wrist, her catalyst is summoned to hover beside her. She's unamused when Morax barks out a laugh. Truly arrogant. Taking a seat with the Seven Archons has changed him and Meili can't say that it was for the better.

"You are a healer, Mei," he drawls. "You do not have a chance in a fight, especially against me, don't you realize that?" 

Meili simply grins, letting the feeling of geo flow through her. "I learned how to heal during the Archon War, don't you remember, dearest friend?"

Morax rolls his eyes, lunging to attack her. She ducks underneath the spear, places a construct just behind his feet as she circles behind him. He turns and tries to lunge, however his feet get caught on the construct and he stumbles.

"I learned how to heal because you were an idiot."

An elbow to his face.

"I learned because you needed a healer."

A kick to his knees.

"It does not mean I'm unable to fight~" 

His legs swept out from underneath him

"It'll be good for you to remember that I've lived as long as you have, dear friend." Meili grins and takes the spear (Vortex Vanquisher, that emits power through her) from his stunned grasp. Her smile screams hostility, aimed at him in a predatory and sharp manner. "I am not as weak and helpless as you like to think I am~"

Morax attempts to stand, to right himself, but Meili shoves him down with a kick to the gut. She twirls the spear in her hand, letting her vision sharpen the spearhead as she points it right to his throat.

"Meili, you are the fool for believing in that impostor," he spits as he glares up at her.

She laughs and pushes the spear so it just slightly pokes into his skin. "You are a fool for believing that the All-Creator would wish harm on a child." 

"A criminal."

"Oh, enlighten me, old friend. How do you know of their crimes?" She asks, sarcasm dripping from her mouth as she increases the pressure to his throat.

"The Golden Ichor does not run from their veins," he drawls. As if he were explaining something simple to a child. "A mere mortal playing God. Dearest sister," the spear digs in further and he hisses. "Do you truly wish to protect such a disgrace?"

"You do not get to call me that anymore, Morax," she spat. "I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of our past bond and I wish to have nothing to do with you." She stares at him, hate flowing through her as she views this fallen archon.

"When the Divine Creator has forsaken you, I will be there to grant you pity and to destroy that pest that started it all."

Meili scoffs. He will not even breathe the same air as her little gem if she has any say in it. Her precious child. "You will not bother my little one, or I will rain hellfire upon you." They will be safe and happy and they'll cook together each day.

(--she takes the cutting board into her hands)

"You will see it my way one day, Mei."

(Near one of the sides was a shiny metallic colour)

"You will see that pest is not worth protecting."

(and she brought it closer to her face for inspection.)

"The Divine Creator will accept you back,"

("Meili!")

"Since they are kind,"

(Without a second thought, she drops the board back into the water.)

"But I will never forget how you've chosen a criminal over the Divine One."

It clicks in her mind. The small knick of a knife against her little one's finger when they were cooking. The golden residue on the cutting board, only to be distracted by her little gem with their new slime friends.

Oh it makes so much sense! Meili knew her little one was special, but she didn't know how special they were! 

"Such kindness," she drawls. The most loyal acolyte cannot even recognize the same God he claims to worship. Pathetic. "Unfortunately, I will not be taking it."

Meili places pressure on his chest, pressing him to the ground with her foot as she brings the spear to her side. "When the Divine One has forsaken you, I will not grant you pity. I will be there to laugh."

Morax scowls, going to respond but interrupted to a stomp to the gut.

"I fought as support in the Archon War for you. I did not wish for the responsibility, did not want a seat with the Seven." She leans down to stare him directly in the eyes and whispers, "you had an easier time in the war due to my help.

I would have won that seat if I wanted to."

Morax looks away and she takes that as victory. Meili keeps the spear in hand as she steps off and turns with a flourish. Before she descends down the hill, she turns back to the other adeptus.

"If I see you anywhere near my house, or near my little gem, I will tear you apart, limb from limb." She tilts her head and covers her mouth with a hand. As if she were shy, as if she weren't threatening an old archon. "That's a promise, Morax. Stay away from my family."

Meili turns her head to look off into the distance and hums. "Mondstadt is beautiful this time of year, I've heard. Send word to Barbatos that I will visit him soon. I need to have a chat with him…"

She smiles, glancing back at her old friend. Her new enemy. The hunter of her child. He doesn't deserve to know about her little gem. He does not deserve forgiveness.

"Goodbye, Morax. I truly despise you. I hope our paths never cross again."

With the Vortex Vanquisher in hand, she leaves. Perhaps she'll mount the spear on the wall...

[shattered-catalyst]

No ryouta was wrong.

He had to be.

But why did he carry around a bloody arena poster in his jacket everyday like some sick token? Catalysts stomach dropped and he swallow down his growing discomfort.

Why did he stock pile and hide away his food? Wasn't he safe now and capable of getting it whenever he wanted? Ryouta was opening his eyes to the very harsh truths of his life style and it was blindingly obvious now that he cast his own gaze around his dwelling.

There was posters here and there. Pictures taped up. His plants. The scrabble game he played against himself and occasionally Gabby. He was trying. But why was it so barren?

But if he was trying why- Why did he keep going back to Arcade over and over and over again? Was he living a double life, going out and pretending to be human but upon his return he sank right back into being what Mojo wanted him to be?

It was meaningless.

" what am I supposed to do Ryouta?! What am I supposed to do? I should not be here I wasn't made with consent or lust or anything note worthy. I'm not even a footnote." Fuck he wouldn't even make experiment number one. He'd die a prototype and that'd be it. Garbage dump for him. He was trash and Mojo made sure he knew it.

"My entire existence was to be a disposable part in a war machine and guess what? I played it and damn was I played down to the bones of my being. "

Catalyst snorts dryly" I sound like a young adult novel protagonist.. oh my life.is nothing but angst and misery how will I ever go on.I am nothing then and now but a passive mechanism to cause pain to others. "

"This shit is so fucked up I can't talk to anyone about it because it is too ugly!! It's too fucked up.on multiple levels fucked up! " trying so hard not to.move because he knows if he moves something else is going to get vibes clear off a wall. Last thing he needs is to continue redecorating. But he just wants to throw hands to the ceiling and scream, instead he reigns in a calm demeanor even though it's killing him.

"But it's Mojoworld so.everyone is just like- "

He puts on a falsetto to impersonate someone else and makes robot arms. " 'oh don't touch that it's too much to touch that I can't handle that much'. "

He throws his hands in frustration and sends a vibe blast into a wall knocking down a cabinet filled with dishes- exactly what he was trying to.avoid only moments earlier. " fuck."

"I make people uncomfortable ! Sorry you didn't get your throat cut daily as a kid! Can't relate! I'll work on being open and empathetic to you. But you can't handle my shit? Okay guess ill rot away from the inside out because im too far gone for someone to actually give a shit about! "

His face sours as he talks to an invisible assumed third party to get his point across about his isolation and inability to connect with others.

"That's the whole thing isn't it? I'm too ugly and not what people want."

And at this he laughs dryly clapping his hands together and sighing in defeat. Pausing in order to summarize the whole break down he was having in a somewhat calm tone.

"They want Julio. They don't want my ugly existence. They want a good boy that they can put on their wall and be proud of and I'm not. I'm angry and alone and I'm alive out of spite and I can't reach the differences I do want.  I can't always be Gabbys perfect best friend because I am too busy tearing myself into shreds to be everyone else's little stabby golden retriever version of Julio"

His gaze returns to Ryouta with hints of anger and sadness flitting at the edges. " even you. We are alike you and I. The first thing you do is treat me like a weapon. You ever think maybe just maybe I could use a fucking hug??"

ㅤㅤThat fuck gives Ryouta pause, his blue eyes flicker with surprise, he has a feeling it doesn't have anything to do with their conversation about Tropes. Or his comments about fun. He'll have to figure out a way to bring those up later. They'd be nothing but a misdirection to the teen in the moment.

ㅤㅤHe could do it, shift it where it's something easily believed, he's played the role for years he could work it & make it believable that he's just messing with Catalyst's mind just for his own amusement. It's a comfortable place, he enjoys playing that part. But he's not going to, it's defensive for him, to want to pull on that side of himself. It wouldn't help & playing that part would hurt Cat along with Gabby.

ㅤㅤ" I don't do well with loud emotions. " He admits with a shrug, it pulls at that darker side of him, he's gotten to a habit of calming people down. Something he's holding in check. It won't be of help. His head tilts as Cat moves loser, his eyes flashing at that look in the teen's eyes. " I wanted to see how easily it would be to pull it out. That type of rage, oh it's fun to use. " Those blue eyes take on a predatory glint. " & I was giving you a target. "

ㅤㅤ" I can feel that rage, it feels like you want a target. " Ryouta's head dips down, his blue eyes peering up at him with that predatory glint. " Need is probably a better word for it. You don't have that connection with me, it could work. Do you want to let it out? I'm here & I heal. "

ㅤㅤPulling back his head just a little he clicks his tongue at the teen lightly, showing that glint of challenge at the word happy. " Are you? Sure you're not lying to yourself? It doesn't feel like a home, does it? Is it the familiarity? Trying to trick yourself into believing you're still there? "

ㅤㅤHis blue eyes look away from Cat at that next question, now that was a good one. Why? Why does anyone do anything. Turning his head he looks down at that cupboard door. " Isn't that your question to answer? Why do it? Why want it. Should I want it? People often live out their abuse, stay trapped in the ease of it. I did it for years. Do you still want to? "

[mrangeldevil]

ive been thinking about this way too long and im forcing everybody to hear me out

The 2010s Cinnamon Roll vs The 2020s Blorbo

both words have extremely similar meanings and intentions, but entirely different effects

the term ‘precious cinnamon roll’ was mainly used in the 2010s in fandom to describe someones favorite character (and is still used to this day but with much less frequency esp since its seen as a “cringy” word or a millenial word even though it was used in the 2010s which many gen z were definitely there to witness but i digress)

then the term ‘blorbo’ is also a word with the same meaning, a fandom word to describe someones favorite character, but this time it is the word for the 2020s and much like ‘precious cinnamon roll’ it will likely be looked down upon as an outdated internet slang in a few years (or maybe even by next year considering how fast the internet goes compared to before)

but while both terms mean the same thing, they come across completely differently. for one, ‘precious cinnamon roll’ is not only a lot longer but is a word that drips with sweetness, like something your grandma would call you, and is generally reserved for characters who are sweet in themselves. and while you can technically call any character your precious cinnamon roll, it is undeniably weird/funny when you call a character like Wolverine your precious cinnamon roll. its longer phrasing also leans in well to the kind of internet culture before, as in the 2020s things run a lot faster so a word that is easy and quick to say like “blorbo” makes sense. i also find it interesting that the term is generally also said as “my precious cinnamon roll” adding a personal quality compared to “the blorbo” which can sound more impersonal due to its phrasing.

now before i go onto blorbo i do want to mention that another thing both terms share is the idea of “!!!!!XD sO RaNdOm!!!!!” just different flavors of it. the 2010s used randomness in a way that involved using familiar things in unconventional ways but not too unconventional. cinnamon roll being a perfect example as using a random food to describe a fictional character is, very random. the 2020s meanwhile, use randomness in a way that makes everything feel like an elaborate inside joke that is completely incomprehensible. someone who isnt familiar to the internet can probably put together why people call things “precious cinnamon roll” pretty fast but how in the world would you understand “blorbo”? theres no way to tie the term to anything in real life, blorbo is a purely internet joke that simply cannot exist outside the internet because its basically an inside joke that we’re all in on

and that brings me to blorbo (also associated with scrunkly, scrimblo and the works): blorbo originated from this hellsite, being a term originally to parody fandom spaces. its a bit hard to describe but the best way to put it is, you make a post and it blows up and fandoms immediately keep naming a shit ton of characters you have no idea who the fuck they are so you just pick a random word out of your ass and you say “guys i do not care about Blorvo Blingblong please for the love of fuck stop saying it”

annnd thats how you end up with the term Blorbo. it is the definition of a stupidly elaborate inside joke that only chronically online people will ever get. and that perfectly describes the type of humor of the 2020s.

and the term itself has a very different connotation to ‘precious cinnamon roll’ while that terms connotation of sweetness is extremely obvious, blorbo is extremely vague and very much left to personal interpretation and its absolute randomness, while adding a funny factor that cinnamon roll could only wish to achieve, is undeniably very inpersonal as it was designed that way. it is designed to fit literally ANY character, its a throwaway name, you could use it anytime on anyone, Walter White can be a fucking blorbo if you wanted him to be.

now this isnt trying to actually pick a fight between these two terms, thatd be fucking stupid and if you did try to you need to get offline more. i just wanted to analyze these two words and how people use them.

im personally a fan of neither while loving both, cinnamon roll comes across as very ‘grandma’ and can have a fan-girl attribute to it that, as a masculine dude dont personally like but still find myself appreciating its use as it was the word i grew up seeing used in fandom and was pretty commonplace till 2019. i also appreciate how much more personal the word is, it conveys an overwhelming feeling of sweetness and personal investment and that is probably why some people still prefer the term. meanwhile blorbo is pretty gender neutral (albeit mostly used by girls it still has no gendered connotation) its a lot quicker to say, its an extremely funny word to say, and its the word that is the most popular now, but it loses a lot of the personal feeling that cinnamon roll had and is very reflective of the time period its from, its funny and quick for a moment till it becomes bland and meaningless in a year or so

idk how to end this off, this is just some linguist hobbyist’s rant about two stupid words but which ones do you prefer if you read all this way?

[rommahh]

I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[boypussydilf]

Immediately throws akechi and sumi at your for the relationship game.give me them

oh my god its them! im completely normal about them!

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

there’s um. not. a whole lot. they sure are people who know each other <3 i would love to see a compilation of Top 10 Times Akechi And Sumire Briefly Greeted Each Other In Passing And Did Not Have A Conversation. that would be so boring. that’s also like, most of their relationship, just the part that happens offscreen. there’s not necessarily A Ton to them in third sem either but They Are There! there is the part where atlus tries to say akechi just straight up Doesn’t Care about her and it’s. that’s misleading phrasing at best. there isn’t serious evidence that akechi has any kind of special affection for sumi, and it’s exacerbated by akira being there for comparison and akechi, like, has a lot of feelings about akira and akira is on the very small list of people akechi is remotely comfortable displaying feelings about even if just the “i want to hitting you over the head with a hammer” and “*experiencing jealousy + admiration + gay* this also is wanting to hitting you over the head with a hammer” feelings but like,. anyway. Akechi cares about sumi even if in canon it’s just the amount of caring you do about someone you’ve Kind Of Spent A Little Time With But Not Much.

Anyway in all that rambling my brain put together what their actual canon relationship is. God, it’s beautiful and incredible isn’t it. Sumi is sort of acquainted with this polite guy who goes on TV sometimes and Akechi is kind of acquainted with this polite girl whose dad works at the TV station and then one day sumi suddenly finds out that akechi is winning international Most Unhinged Ways To Scream While Killing Things awards and akechi suddenly finds out that sumi has been impersonating her dead sister for most of a year because she couldn’t bear being herself. And then they go beat things up together

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

*bdg and his sister voice* SIBLINGS SIBLINGS SIBLINGS SIBLINGS!

To me they are that one shadow & cream(?) comic. To me they are the “if anyone makes fun of you for saying golly you will kill them” “yes boss!”. And so much more… oh god ive done a lot of talking, im getting tired, but its ok. i can make it.

They’re great because like. Sumi does her best to be Relentlessly Cheerful and subsequently is kind of immune to Akechi Being Mean. I think she would be good for him. She’s like “wow this guy is insane!” but also kinda admires & looks up to him the way she does with all the thieves and like… he’s stuck with her. He has no real reason or basis to project Ulterior Motives onto her, she doesn’t feel the urge to like, try to Fix Him or something, they can just. Exist. With her following him around and being sweet and nice and Sumire and he has to deal with it now. It helps, in a way, that while that one post was kind of off the mark calling akira “just some guy” it was spot on calling akechi and sumi The Two Most Mentally Ill People In The World. Sumi is nice & tries to be positive but she’s also. You Know. “They can hang out and be depressed together” is not remotely the correct way to phrase it, but, like… It’s that they’re not necessarily uniquely suited as people to understand each other, kind of the whole point of akechi is all the thieves can relate to him and his situation in a way, and obviously no one is exactly in a position like sumire but there r other thieves who could understand well where she’s coming from…. but like… They’re in maybe the best jumping off point to GET to, We Can Understand Each Other. Like actively making that a part of… not exactly their conversations but…. you know. Being aware of that and being intentional about it.

Ummm what else. I guess if I think of anything else before I post this I can add it. Oh yeah and I also think abt that one fic where marukis palace has a section that’s clearly trying to set akira & sumi up but akechi does it with her instead and they both use their Powers Of Deliberate Politeness and its just, like. Sweet and special to me.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

*leaning really close into the microphone* i think goro akechi should have friends.

I just think everything about them is neat. The funny silly potential. The serious dramatic potential. The both of them having friends,

akechi and sumi hanging out really IS something that can be so funny silly <3 like for one thing their official canon dynamic of kind of knowing someone who seems normal and u spend any real time with them and suddenly it’s Oh! What the fuck! its awesome. and also sumire the sweetie darling that she is intentionally being nice to him and being his friend and spending time with him and akechi begrudgingly going along with it sometimes because he wants to protect it wants to see it grow up healthy but just will not admit it because goro akechi is, and i do not say this lightly, i believe no one should say this lightly, i say it only after majoring for the past year in akechi studies, a tsundere. i also think about the specific Sibling Angle a lot. i adore the concept of cringefail brother akechi so much. akechi sits up straight at 3am while reading reddit threads about himself instead of sleeping and realizes with horror that he has become A Brother and then goes into a panic for the rest of the week. how is he supposed to BE a brother? what do brothers DO? is there an inconspicuous way to take notes while akira and futaba are interacting? It does not occur to him that if he has already become a brother he must be doing OK at it.

That may or may not have gotten off track depending on how you look at it. The point is i like them because their whole relationship can be SO fucking funny.

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

GOD… GOD… Sumi is technically not the ONLY person remotely in his age range akechi knows that he hasn’t also tried to kill, because, like, he goes to school, but. “Akechi makes friends with his classmates” yeah that’s not gonna happen. no way. there’s 500 different reasons that would never happen. So like. Sumi. This is the most important part. the Lack Of Baggage. they did not have very many interactions, in their lives, before third sem at all, and none of those interactions involve trying to kill each other. there’s sort of the sumi in january trying to kill him a little bit thing, but, that’s not much. that can be pushed aside. akechi has someone who has not interacted with Detective Prince akechi much, and also, again, has not been the recipient of attempted murder, so she can just, like, know him, if he’ll let her.

now SUMI on the other hand has had her traumatic backstory put on blast in front of all of the phantom thieves and especially akira and akechi but i dont remember if she, has anything to say about that at all in canon, and she probably would have Thoughts about that but my brain has not quite made a Full Sumire Dissertation as of yet so i dont have the specific thoughts on hand and besides thats a little off topic.

I think a lot about the Akechi side of AkeSumi Friendship. I kind of think about the sumi part a little less. off the top of my head i dont have much on her part of it and what she thinks of him besides mostly, like, she looks up to him a little bit the same way she kinda does with all the thieves. Although i think there’s a lot of Mystery to unravel for her. She doesn’t know much about Akechis Life, i think, and doesn’t necessarily want to learn about that, or try to DIY Therapy him, or anything else like that, but, like. She does know that there is some kind of Major History between akechi & the phantom thieves, and she only knows the vaguest, sweeping version of the details. she just wants to know what the fuck Happened and why he’s being like that and why everyone’s like that… i guess thats all i have to say on that!

favorite interaction they have in canon

one: the Ruthless Sort Of Person convo. two:

that’s it that’s all they are. “don’t be fucking USELESS to us” “okie dokie :D! see you tomorrow!!! <3”

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

We have had so many conversations about them how am I supposed to pick through the World Heritage Posts Of My Brain.

I still think abt the dumb scenario I made up of sumi joining the thieves for shidos palace and they put together a plan to try to gaslight akechi into thinking she was always there and he’s so fucking thrown the akechi boss fight doesn’t even happen because he’s just going What the fuck is this. Also sumi + akechi in strikers. Both “actually in strikers” version and “strikers sequel where they yell at akira for going on a road trip without them and then drag him off” version.

I think with the inevitable influence of akira & futaba sumire can eventually join the “texting akechi stupid memes” club. She tries to rickroll him. I don’t know what he’d do about that honestly. There’s too many potential funny reactions. “Great prank, Yoshizawa-san.” “thank you!!! oh do you want to see the picture i took of a great dress i saw the other day” and she sends an attachment and its another rickroll but she also sends an actual picture of a cool dress too.

Ok. Guess thats all. For now. Took me like an hour. The royal DUO is something that can actually be so personal.

[chibimyumi]

hello there!!! i hope you're well on this fine day. now, feel free to ignore this, i have a feeling this is just me being dumb, but i really can't understand what r!ciel's feelings are towards his brother now that he's back (not that he was ever gone). i mean, what is his aim? he says he wants to live happily with his brother again, but he's driven him away? im confused. what exactly are r!ciel's feelings towards o!ciel?

Dear Anon,

Sorry for taking so long to get to you, it was not for lack of interest! I don’t think you’re dumb at all, because Real Ciel’s actions are very strange indeed.

TW: This post will include discussion of emotional manipulation and abuse. If this topic is hard for you, please sit this post out.

Isolation Abuse

Now with the trigger warning out of the way, let us look into what Real Ciel is doing. How can he say he loves to have his brother by his side, but also drive him away? To the best of my knowledge, this is a form of isolation abuse. Isolation abuse is a horrible method employed by abusers to isolate their victim, cut away their other support, and force the victim to stay with the abuser, to facilitate further abuse.

Key Tactic - Antagonise Others

The key to isolation abuse is to make your abuse victim believe you are the only person who will love them, the only person who they can trust. Chapter 140 is the best and most concise example of classic isolation abuse. R!Ciel proved to everyone that O!Ciel is a liar, that he did something wrong. But then he presents the revelation as a benevolent act: “unlike everyone else, big brother won’t be mean to you. I will relieve you from your pressures!”

O!Ciel understood a bit too well that he will have to suffer the consequences for impersonation crime, and R!Ciel appeals to that understandable fear. The message he is giving is: “Everyone else will treat you badly, except me. I am your safety, I will protect you from the meanies.”

Now R!Ciel has established to his little brother what the dangers are outside, and sold himself to O!Ciel as the big brother who is a true, unconditionally loving ally. Then finally, the most incredible and clever rounding off of “everyone bad, me good. Everyone dangerous, me safe” is in the following panel:

R!Ciel not only presented himself as a protector, he also turned what should be O!Ciel’s biggest guilt into a praiseworthy feat. “If anything, I want to applaud you...” Now, who else but kind, big brother would praise you for your crimes? By saying “...for doing your best all by yourself these past three years,” R!Ciel tells his little brother that he really doesn’t blame him for impersonating him, because he “understands” O!Ciel’s emergency and suffering. Who else would understand you?

By having planned to get the police storm in, and have the Midfords - O!Ciel’s only other family - be on the “enemy’s side”, R!Ciel reemphasises how he himself is truly the only one O!Ciel can turn to.

“Trust nobody, but me.”

Good Cop, Bad Cop

So, if R!Ciel wanted to establish himself as O!Ciel’s only ally who could protect his little brother, then why didn’t he protect O!Ciel from the police arrest? The answer is probably a combination of a practical one and a manipulative one.

The practical reason R!Ciel didn’t protect O!Ciel from the police arrest is simply because R!Ciel has only just returned to reclaim the Phantomhive Earldom, so he cannot afford to publically obstruct justice. R!Ciel needs this first impression that unlike O!Ciel, he is a law abiding citizen and acknowledges the police’s work. Upon his first return, RIGHTFUL Earl Phantomhive can’t very well defy the police and “legitimate” claims of O!Ciel’s crimes, just because he is family, right?

The manipulative reason is that in this way, R!Ciel can employ the “good cop, bad cop” method on his brother. Being pinned with mass murder, there is no doubt the police would treat O!Ciel harshly. The police would imprison, humiliate, and perhaps even mistreat him, and there’s nothing O!Ciel would be able to do against that on his own.

R!Ciel in this case can utilise his special right as the legitimate Earl Phantomhive, and perhaps combine it with an appeal to emotion to get O!Ciel out of prison if he puts in a good word with the Queen: “I have lost my entire family save for one. Please don’t take my only family away from me.” In being a young child himself, R!Ciel would surely be judged less harshly by the public for doing family politics.

R!Ciel (and/or Undertaker) probably had confidence that R!Ciel would succeed in getting O!Ciel out of prison. Once R!Ciel would succeed, O!Ciel would be subjected to R!Ciel’s mercy, and have nowhere else to go. Should O!Ciel try to leave or even take R!Ciel out, then the world would judge O!Ciel for being an ungrateful kid, a double-backstabber of his saviour. In that case O!Ciel would still be stuck where he is right now: in the spot of shame and distrust, a place incredibly hard to climb out of again.

When R!Ciel has succeeded in uprooting O!Ciel from his entire support network, he can then rest assured that if O!Ciel still wants support, he’d have no one to turn to but his only big brother in the world who loves him dearly. In this way, R!Ciel would have successfully isolated O!Ciel for himself.

This is how real life isolation abusers work too. Uproot you, and keep you to themselves only.

Conclusion

Soooo, even though R!Ciel’s actions might seem contradictory, what he is doing is a very good and classic example of isolation abuse. In the purest essence, isolation abuse is the juxtaposition of the abuser’s own “goodness” against the supposed “evil” of everything else. Bit by bit R!Ciel chipped away the support network, the floor on which his brother was standing. Isolation abuse is the cornering of the victim, into the tiny space called “your only safe haven, me”.

Sebastian is a master of emotional manipulation, and coming from him, the comment “well done” really couldn’t ring more true. Well done.

Lending this as an opportunity I wish to add: please, if anyone recognises this type of abuse around you or your loved ones, PLEASE by all means contact professionals. Isolation abuse is horrible, because isolation abusers make it so that their victim dare not and cannot reach out for help!

[mydekuacademia]

I loved your response to my request, it was so cute and made me feel super valid and soft! Could I request an A-Z for Toga, please?

Heck yeah! Im glad you liked it!!!

Needless to say, she's aged up

Warnings: blood and knives (ofc)

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shes not the best at it tbh. She just thinks you look so cute all sweaty and messy and exhausted, why would she wanna change that? Of course, if you really want her to, she'll help clean you up

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

She likes your chest, especially when theres blood dripping on it. Whether you have boobs or not, she just loves your chest

On her, she likes her whole body! She cant not like her whole body when shes naked everytime she changes back into her own form after impersonating someone

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

She loves being covered in your cum. On her face, back, chest, stomach, wherever. It's her secind favorite thing after blood

D: Dirty Secret

She kinda wants to roleplay hero/villain with you being the hero and shes the villain bringing you to her side. She doesnt indulge in this tho, since it goes against stain's beliefs

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Shes not really that experienced. She might have slept with one or two people before you, but it was never anything too serious

F: Favorite Position

With you sitting on her face, or her on her knees in front of you. She's all about making you feel good

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Toga's goofy as hell lmao. If you both arent giggling, whats the point? She cracks corny jokes and tickles you until any tension is right out the window

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shes bald tbh. Its just her personal preference for herself. She 100% doesnt mind body hair, she just doesnt like how it feels on herself

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Even when shes being a clown, shes intimate af. Youre her baby and she loves you so damn much, and she does a great job of showing it. One of her favorite things to do it the movie trope rose petals on the bed with candles around the room

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She does it pretty often, actually - mostly when shes in another person's body. She wants to see how it feels to cum as another person. She even once took your form and used it to learn how to pleasure you better

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gotta state the obvious: knifeplay and bloodplay. Consensually, of course. Youll have to be a bit of a masochist to indulge her. She likes to see your blood drip down your curves from the little cuts she leaves on your skin. They're never deep and very rarely scar

Also, period sex (if you get periods). Blood clearly doesnt phase her, so not only does she not mind it, she loves it

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. She does not care. Youre a cutie pie and she doesnt mind being seen naked, so why not? If anyone sees and doesnt like it, they can leave the roon. However, she doesnt want anyone ogling you

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When youre bloody or being extra cute. We've already discussed the blood aspect, so the cuteness: if you flash her an extra flirty smile and wink, or if you get really excited over something, or if you get all flustered after arguing with Dabi or Shigaraki, or if youre nice to Twice and help him when he's splitting

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No sharing. Nope. Youre hers.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She heavily prefers giving over receiving. She gets just as much pleasure from seeing and hearing your reactions. And every time you try and go down on her, she ends up wanting to switch

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and teasing. Shes not gonna leave you hanging, for sure, but shes gonna make you struggle to get there. Its almost maddening how much she teases you, but shes cute af so its fine

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Nahhh, she wants to take her time. Its no fun if you have to rush through it

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Bbgirl can be risky as hell. Shes down for just about anything, and she wants to try lots of things with you. If it doesnt work out, no biggie!

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can go a couple rounds, 3 max. She has the passion to continue, but she goes so hard that she tires herself and you out pretty fast

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She doesnt own any except for a bullet vibe, but she can and will use any you present to her. Get ready for some wild times, because she'll find creative ways to use each and every one of them

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jesus christ she teases so much. You best have some incredible patience, because she isnt gonna let up any time soon

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shes loud, but not with moans or whines. She talks at a very normal volume while she teases you, so everyone can hear her and knows exactly whats going on. Plus, she can make you get p loud too

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

She once made Twice make a duplicate of herself to have a threesome with you and herself. It was a damn good time, but he feels too weird about it to do it again

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

She has a vagina, soooo

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high tbh. She just likes sex because it's fun, not because she feels a need to have it

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast if you go more than just one round. She loves to cuddle up to you and fall asleep to the sound of your rapid heartbeat

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

[redhawtriot]

Tinder Games (BNHA x Reader online dating)

Let’s get one thing straight: You loved to ‘play’ Tinder.

At first you felt a considerable amount of guilt from the mindless swipes that you would dish out and believed that it was completely shallow to begin a connection to someone based solely on looks.

However.

The more that your thumb slid across the front of your phone, the less impersonal the action felt and soon the guilt faded into the back of your mind like a lost sock.

Besides, you never really met anyone off of one of the site. It became more of a game really. You played to see who you matched with and would rally up some meaningless but nevertheless interesting conversation with strangers and maintain them just as that—strangers.

Until a certain someone ruined that trend.

Y/N

Age: Y/A

Work: Y/W School: Y/S

Just looking for someone to paint me like one of their French girls. Send me your best pick up line!

Izuku: I don’t wanna sound rude or anything but you are so beautiful and I would love to have the chance to get to know you ❤️ if that’s okay.

Y/N: Bio.

Izuku: ...Huh?

Y/N: “If you wanna be my lover, you have gotta give... me your best pick up line.”-- Spice Girls (don’t look this lyric up just trust me)

Izuku: Okay... Um.

Izuku: Is your name Y/N? because you’re beautiful and I would like to get to know you❤️ if that’s okay.

Izuku: plz.

Y/N: you make a compelling argument.

Y/N: Okay deal.

Todoroki: I will be there at 8:18 to pick you up. 

Todoroki: I need your address.

Y/N: Woahhhh there Buck-a-roo🤠. Lets slow down a little there buddy.✋

Todoroki: I am very confused. I am sorry if I offended you in some way but I thought that you had asked for me to give my best pick up time.

Y/N: Line***

Todoroki: Oh so there is a line? What time will you be finished with my competitors?

Y/N: No a Pick up Line*** it’s where you say something witty to grab the attention of someone you want to... court? is that a term that can be used here...?

Todoroki: Oh my mistake... I am assuming I have grabbed your attention enough with my foolishness.

Y/N: You have assumed correct. 

Todoroki: so the next step is courting. 

Todoroki: I will be there at 8:18 to pick you up.

Todoroki: I need your address.

Y/N: I-- okay.

Y/N: Hey you super liked me but never messaged me...?

Bakugou: And?

Y/N: And I was really looking forward to your pick up line.

Bakugou: You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m doing that weird shit.

Y/N: okay bye.😒

Bakugou: whatever idiot.

Bakugou: Hello?

Bakugou: Fine. 

Bakugou: You look like trash. Let me take you out.

Y/N: Now was that so hard?🥰

Bakugou: ARE YOU GONNA COME OUT WITH ME OR NOT??

Y/N: Let me think about it...

Y/N: I was jk! Jeeze!

Y/N: Stop whatever you're typing right now!

Y/N: I can literally feel the rage through my cellular data.

Y/N: I’ll go out with you! Ok? (against my better judgement)

Bakugou: Good.

Kaminari: Baby girl, let me take your world by storm. I’ll be there in a flash like lightning, and make you wet like rain, then we can bang like thunder. 

Y/N: Oh god. You have a weather quirk don’t you?😷🤢🤮

Kaminari: Your quirk must be making me fall in like with you.🙃

Y/N: fall in like with me...?

Kaminari: Of course I will. Your wish is my command, princess.

Y/N: I hate that this worked out for you so much. 😂

Kaminari: 😈

Iida: Good Evening. My name is Tenya Iida. I would like to propose a formal invitation to you to meet at a nearby convenient location so that we can become better acquainted.

Y/N: nope. try again. with more soul.

Iida: Excuse me? I don’t think I understand your dilemma. 

Y/N: I need a pick up line. Only then will I decided if you are truly worthy of my affections. Aaaaand ACTION.

Iida: I don’t see how that will aid this situation.

Y/N: *yawn*🤭  

Iida: You cannot yawn through text!!!

Iida: Oh my goodness, I caught your yawn! It’s contagious! You can yawn through text!!

Y/N: Haha I’m still waiting on my pickup line lover boy.

Iida: Hopefully my admiration for you is just as contagious as that yawn was.

Iida: Now, when are you available to get together?

Y/N: Right freaking now.

Y/N: So you never gave me your best pick up line, but is it okay if I give you mine?😊

Kirishima: yeah, man go ahead!

Kirishima: Im sorry for not messaging you. You’re kinda out of my league honestly... I just wasn’t sure if you would really answer.

Y/N: pardon my French but exscusez moi?!? outta your league? Um no. It’s the other way around. 💀

Kirishima: I don’t agree but thank you.

Kirishima: actually no, let me come up with the pick up line. That wasn’t very manly of me, was it?

Y/N: “yeah man go ahead” You can do it!!!

Kirishima: Roses are red, My hair is too, youre the embodiment of my dreams come true,

Kirishima: Im already falling, so hold my hand, I’d always protect you if I was your man.

Kirishima: hello?

Kirishima: Uh... Y/N ? That was kind of corny. Sorry if that went too far...

Y/N: no ... it’s just. I have something in my eye🥺😭

[peachy-inserts]

todoroki falling for someone/relationship hcs

request:  may i request some headcanons of how shouto would fall in love and how would he act in a relationship?? 🥺🥺 thank u!!

warnings: just cursing! a/n: sorry for uploading this so many times! i messed up the tags (and also, hello! i promise we aren’t dead) long post! more under the cut

Shouto is a hopeless romantic at heart. Although it’s not something that crosses his mind frequently, whenever it does he finds himself daydreaming about the possibility of the perfect love interest as an escape from his mundane and repetitive life in which he feels trapped

Similar to Bakugou (Same prompt for him here!) I feel like Shouto would definitely fall in love with someone after learning how to trust them and interact with them rather than falling for someone after a couple meetings, he has to know you personally and on an emotionally vulnerable level before he would even consider the concept of something more; partly because of sheer embarrassment, the other from deeply routed trust issues

He would be best suited with someone spontaneous but respectful; someone who can break him free from the chains binding him to his career and future and expand his horizons and emotional capacity to levels nobody thought were ever possible. The way he acts around you is uncharacteristic of this terribly disturbed boy

Shouto realizing that he’s fallen in love with you will hit him hard and suddenly, knocking the air from his lungs and knocking him over onto his feet. Hopefully, you’ll be there to pick him up and make him see that maybe this won’t be such a frightening experience, and that you can help him along the way

He’s a very blunt yet dense person, which is shocking for someone of such quick wits and broad intelligence. Tease him about it and he will scowl at you, but give in and laugh as you both recount some of his most memorable moments. You paying attention to him, telling him your favorite times spent with him? It’s an intoxicating liquid drug that he wants to drink up and bathe himself in in a lavish fashion

Coming to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you, someone he’s so close with is by far what’s most difficult for him since he doesn’t know how to healthily process his own emotions, often times dismissing how he feels and letting it build up into an alcoholic cocktail of rage and self doubt

Without even realizing it, he’ll begin to cling to you. You’re practically attached at the hip, and he’s so subtle about it and kind that it will take an incredibly receptive sense of the world around you to notice that he’s putting an increased amount of effort into spending as much time as possible with you

Hell, kudos to anyone watching the two of you who will see what’s really happening. He’s a very unpredictable person, and everyone would simply assume you two were impersonal friends simply trying to be polite and help each other

Shouto isn’t really someone who ever writes, but like I said he is a hopeless romantic. One way he finds to cope with his new and foreign feelings is by writing sappy poetry inspired by or even for you. They’re actually not too bad, but there’s not a chance in hell that he would ever let you see them. Sometimes he’s so embarrassed to have done it that it’s incinerated on sight

I think Deku and him would be good, close friends, more so than what the series portrays. I like to think they’re besties and im putting that here because im selfish and love their dynamic. Anyways, Shouto would nervously approach Deku and ask for his thoughts on his poems, wondering if you would appreciate them or find him strange for writing about you in such a manner

After months of hiding away and suddenly growing distant, he would finally decide that if he gets rejected, it’s at least better than living out his dreams through fantasies in the solitude of his own imagination. He would come out and say that he loved you to your face, and then should you reciprocate become a shy and nervous mess who can’t help but shudder at the sudden fluttering in his stomach

Shouto actually really likes to go out on dates! He prefers to take a gentlemanly approach to your outings, and growing up frequently attending formal settings is more than comfortable with going out to whatever high end event your heart may desire

Date nights are just for the two of you, and provide for him confirmation that you’re his and nobody else’s; he’s the only one who gets to take you out and spoil you, the only one you will get ready for and the only one who will be there still at the end of the night to hold you tight

Not only that, but you have the opportunity to truly catch up and cast any other responsibilities to the side for a while. All that matters right now is the undeniable bond between the two of you, even if it’s only for a while. No matter how far apart you are, it can’t be broken by any amount of distance

Literally tell him to stop bringing you flowers; because of his mother, he’s always been particularly fond of them and their meaning, spending far too much time researching the symbolic truth behind every petal, and giving them to you for no special reason at all… far too frequently. This man is literally smothering you in carefully planned, sweet gestures

Please be patient with him. Afraid of losing you, he would actively try to change himself for the better so that he can become the person that he needs from you, since it’s only fair. He’s insecure about his seemingly cold demeanor, and worries that you may leave him for someone who isn’t afraid to reach out when they’re needing help, someone who isn’t broken and can take care of themselves without relying on you

This only feeds into his jealousy. Depending on the situation, he would most likely react one of two ways. If someone is hitting on you out of the blue, being rude and obnoxious, he would (again) be similar to Bakugou in that he’s immediately provoked and won’t hesitate to throw punches without a single bit of remorse. If you have a relationship with someone he doesn’t like or feels threatened by, then he will try to ignore it despite the way it nags him day and night, spending his free hours sulking over it; yet not bothering to speak out, afraid he will take things too far and accuse you or someone else of things that aren’t there

Help teach him that there are levels of conversation, let him know it’s okay to argue and disagree sometimes. When commiting to a serious relationship with Shouto, it will undoubtedly benefit you to show him how to have a healthy discussion from opposing perspectives without becoming heated. He doesn’t want to be the way that he is… he knows no other ways, though

Once he gets over the initial shock of being with you, he really doesn’t mind PDA. He’s not confident, but sure as hell not an ashamed person, either. He doesn’t mind to hold your hand in public or give you a chaste kiss on your forehead, perhaps even letting you rest your head on his shoulder

He would obviously wait a little before considering that you meet his family, that being a serious commitment. Him doing this definitely symbolizes his intense dedication to you and desire to stay with you for a long while. It’s a big step for him given their relationships, so stick it through with him and offer him support

He’s definitely spoken about you to his siblings and mother, though. Further into your relationship he won’t hesitate to openly gush about you and the ways you make him feel things he never has before, and how he didn’t know feelings this intense were possible when it came to others; it’s unlike anything he ever expected, feeling as if his life is better than any artistic interpretation of romance

I’m only gonna say this once so listen up. He is a Todoroki. He likes to feel as if he’s in control and protecting you, so one of his favorite things is to totally cage you with his body, so that the only thing keeping you shielded from the outside world is him and his loving embrace. Would absolutely randomly pick you up just to watch you squeal and jokingly try to push him away from you all while giggling as your face flushes pink

As for showing you off, he doesn’t really see that it’s necessary. What can I say, he’s a centered and simple guy. He’s hella proud, but it’s not important to him that everyone knows just how lucky he is. He doesn’t need an ego boost, not when he’s got you to cherish. All that matters is at the end of the day he’s got you to himself

A great listener! Not because he doesn’t talk, he’s actually very engaged in your conversations. Shouto just genuinely appreciates all that you have to say and wants to know every detail you have to spare, often times wondering what the world is like from your perspective

Not too fond of pet names at first, but if you insist on it and start making cute nicknames for him he’ll cave in and do the same for you, eventually sometimes stuttering when he uses your real name because it’s become so foreign to him. Always bringing you up in conversations as ‘pumpkin’ or something personal to you, and then feeling the heat rush to his face when he realizes it

 Shouto is the type to want to move in together very soon; mans is committed for the long haul. Just for fun, would draw out floor plans with you and discuss the features your future home would have, with every intention of making every detail you offhandedly mention a reality

He loves it when you kiss his scar I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is. He wants nothing more than to be smothered by you in love and affection, and your gentle pecks among his sensitive feature that represent so much horridness in his life are something that he lives for

Oh. He’s really good at giving massages.

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Obey Me: Garden/Idol Event Thoughts

Alright Kiddos lets get into this shall we?

So ignoring the obvious red flag (aka Satan shenanigans) I noticed in the event lets start with some of the smaller questions I had never gotten answered.

Who told Lucifer that the flowers were stolen? How did he find out?

Diavolo takes the flowers without telling anyone? On his own? Where the fuck is Barbatos???

Why are the flowers endangered? Why is this a big deal? Why are you so nervous Lucifer?

Alright so the first question seems like it should have been Diavolo that told him yeah? But its not, cause he was the one that “stole” them. So who is Lucifer’s informant? We know its not any of the brothers because they were just as shocked. Now, we could assume that Lucifer discovered this himself, but then that raises the question of why was he out in middle of the fuckign western forest? 

Now then. Diavolo. My guy. My pal. My dude. W h a t  are you doing? 

Side note: i just realized what he fucking did might have been symbolic and fucK i’ll get to it in a minute

Anyway- We learn at the end of the event that Diavolo is the one that took the flowers. You know, without fucking telling anyone??? I mean seriously, if something is endangered you kinda need to tell people your gonna take it before you do so. Now, Diavolo acts as if he didn’t do anything wrong but like... dude. The Devildom is your OWN kingdom, you can’t convince me that he did what he did out of ignorance.

Not to mention that Bephie straight up says “Lord Diavolo’s always been one to stir the pot.” And I agree completely. Diavolo seems to be more interested in entertaining himself rather than, oh you know, running his kingdom? He doesn’t use his authority as prince except for when he wants something.

An example of this is that he didn’t lock Belphie away for treason even though he KNEW what Belphie was trying to do to stop the exchange program. It was only when YOU got involved that he came in, with Barbatos in tow, that he laid down the law and took Belphie away.

Suspicious, yeah?

Movingggg rightttt alongggg. The flowers. The whole story is about them but we don’t learn jack shit about them other than:

They are endangered

They grown in the western forest

Its a crime to take one of them. Especially for personal gain.

We don’t know Why and How they got endangered.

Just... give it some thought. The more you think about it, the worse it gets ;)

And to think that that is not even the scariest part of this event. oh boy.

But before I continue to the part that just. alarms my ‘oh no’ senses I wanna draw a connection i didn’t notice before.

You and the flowers.

You and the flowers and Diavolo.

Diavolo goes out of his way to get flowers that could possibly be a hazard to RAD. Again, we don’t know what they can do or what sort of consequences having them there could mean. If we assume based off of the name that these flowers cause Mirages then that could mean that students will start seeing things that aren’t really there.

Now compare that to:

Diavolo goes out of his way to make the exchange program. And somehow, by some weird twist of fate you start going to this school. And for those that argue that Lucifer choose you, he merely opened a window and a gust of wind blew all the profiles around and yours just happened to land at his feet. The chance and luck that would go into such a thing are extraordinarily high...

Unless...

Someone with the powers of altering reality and/or time travel just so happened to exist in this universe. *cough* Barbatos *cough*

We are “supposed to be” the descendant of Lilith (Which if you have read my other stuff you know just what I think about THAT) which is bullshit in my opinion and im electing to ignore it for a much more interesting idea.

I mean think about it, if Lilith wasn’t attached then where do our powers come from? Even with Lilith slapped on there are a shit ton of questions that don’t get answered. God do I fucking hate the Lilith bullshit

You, who have the capabilities to power up the demon brothers to high levels. You, who transcended death. You, who has defied logic and made pacts with all seven of the brothers. You seem to have some dormant powers that you can’t use unless you have a direct conduit (Aka Solomon)

There are alot of unknowns at play but I’ve noticed that there are little bits and pieces being left behind in the events that could be possibly cluing us into what could be possibly happening in future story chapters. But that is an entirely DIFFERENT theory post in itself.

So now on to the finale and probably the most interesting thing that caught my attention during the event. The conversation with Satan.

Chapter 1-7 or as I like to call it “What the actual fuck”

The short of it is that Satan tells us about a legend that surrounds the forest, and just like the feather in the Detective Event it is never brought back up again.

Transcript:

Satan: We have some time to kill. Would like to hear a story? It’s a legend surrounding the forest.

There once was a child that found themselves lost in this very forest. They were inexpressive and had a hard time empathizing with others.

Choice: Like Lucifer?

Response: Haha. Exactly.

Choice: Like you?

Response: Are you trying to say that I have a hard time expressing my emotions?

Satan: Fortunately, the child was found before too long, but...

...upon their face was the most unsettling of smiles.

It was as if someone--or something--had taken the child’s place.

What would you do if you found out there were another person out there impersonating you?

Choice: I would get the authorities involved.

Response: A surprisingly measured response.

Choice: Sounds scary...

Response: Heh. You’re pretty cute when you’re frightened.

Satan: As I said, its nothing more than a legend.

Yeah, hey Satan, What the fuck. That’s basically a compressed version of something you’d find on r/nosleep for fucks sake

Like seriously. You seemed just a tad too serious for it to be just a legend. And also hello??? Something had to of caused the legend???? It made me realize that while we know the brothers well, we don’t know Devildom well.

We know alot of surface level things but nothing... truly substantial. Its all brushed off. Like I want a FULL map of Devildom. I wanna know where the abandoned or forbidden places are. I wanna know why and how they got that way. I want that rich worldbuilding lore that they have been hiding from players.

Demons exist. Angels exist. Magic is a thing. Monsters roam around. We have fucking avatars of sin and you are telling me that this legend is just a legend?

Bullshit.

A/N: I wanna go off more but this getting long lmaooo