#is this gonna be how i learn that normal people don't daydream about being In The Past

[nedlittle]

genuinely i think it's important for adults, especially in the plague times, to play pretend in our day-to-day lives. when i rub my back down with tiger balm so i can sleep without pain, i imagine i am a valiant knight tending to an old injury i received from a dragon. when i go to the store to pick up eggs and milk, i am a lone cowboy riding into town on a mission. when i turn my collar up against the wind i am a femme fatale who's killed 4 husbands and is scoping out a 5th. when i stomp around in the snow i am a doomed polar explorer. if being a little bit silly about my walk to the pharmacy helps me remember that life can be full of joy and whimsy, then so be it.

[dystopyx-blog]

Stuck in twst without meds pt 2

electric boo-hoo-galoo

featuring: CATER, SEBEK, SILVER, LILIA and special guest star ✨️BONUS✨️

Idk I just imagine Cater not giving any fucks. He treats you like normal. This obviously endears Cater to you, as everyone else is low-key very annoying when it comes to your diagnoses. So now you're the closest to Cater, of all people, and he does not hesitate to post a million pictures of you two hanging out to Magicam, reminding everyone else that he's your favorite and missing everyone the fuck off.

Sebek is the fucking worst when it comes to this omfg. You know how he is in game, the annoying little crocodile, obsessing over Malleus and being low-key racist??? towards all humans? Uh YUH he is one of the most ableist by far. And yet he's always helping you, like why??? Bro he acts like he hates you, yet he follows you around like you're Malleus??? He will not leave you alone, insisting you need his help.

Hey you n Silver are kinda similar when you think about it. Like you may not be falling asleep, but you're definitely not awake whenever your attention decides to deficit. He often finds himself wishing he could use his UM to see what you're daydreaming about. I'd only it'd work that way. You do also feel empathetic towards his lights. You even introduce him to the rubber band trick, where you wear a rubber band and snap it whenever your brain wanders or you start to feel sleepy. Sometimes when he sees you snap it, he finds himself fiddling with his own... not because he's feeling drowsy, but because he feels connected to you.

Liliaaaaaa. Silver and Malleus are the only ones who really realize this, but you make Lilia go full dad mode. No joke. He employs all the same tricks he used on those two on you. But neither Silver nor Malleus would ever tell you this, not on purpose. Mostly because Lilia is always watching/listening to ensure they don't. Because he knows you'll get upset if you learn he is quite literally babying you. But it's so hard not to!!! You remind him so so much of them... of Malleus with your mood swings, of Silver with your nodding off. Plus, as a human, you are a baby to him, so in a way, you should let him treat you like one. I think that's Lilia's favorite part, you make him feel so young.

BONUS

Sam has your meds. They're available in his shop, and they have been the entire time. You're just in the shop when you see them, and Sam's just like, "why didn't you ask sooner, of fucking course I have your meds in stock, why wouldn't I, I'm SAM."

So this raises a new problem, because he's, yknlw, SAM, so you won't be getting your meds without paying up.

And with your measly earnings, there's no way you'll be able to consistently pay for your meds.

So this raises a new challenge for the yanderes: who's gonna be your supplier? Your sugar pill daddy, if you will.

[dragonlover123a]

Angel Child

50ft Vash the Stampede

6yr! Y/N

"Meryl please.... Please hold on a little bit longer... For me..." Vash begged, holding his aging wife in his eternal arms.

He knew eventually this would happen. That his Mayfly, his insurance girl who would follow him to ends of the universe, would die of old age. He was just in denial for the longest time, not wanting to see how her hair turned gray or how her skin sagged and wrinkled while his own remained perfectly inhuman against time itself.

"Vash.... Angel...." Meryl breathed out weakly. "It's okay.... You can let go..."

Tears fell freely from his glowing eyes as he held her closer. "I... I don't want to..." Vash stammered out through grieving sobs.

"It's okay. I love you, my Angel" she responded, reaching up to wipe away her husband's tears before going limp, his beautiful, eternal face being the last thing she saw.

"Meryl? Meryl! Meryl no! Please... Please don't leave me!" He sobbed, cradling his wife's lifeless body in his arms.

As his shoulders shook with each sob, he heard his biological mother, Rose, call out to him. Sniffling, he hugged his now deceased wife close to his chest as he stood. "I know Mama.... I'll be on my way soon. I just need to do something first"

Time skip: 50 years later

You sighed in boredom as you listened to your kindergarten teacher teach her lesson, wanting to go play instead of sitting still and learning about the Plants.

You where an orphan at the Wolfwood Church and Orphanage of December. And currently you where in school. Apparently, according to your teacher, this planet used to be nothing but desert until the Plants starting terraforming it, using their brother, Vash the Stampede, as a way to spread the lush greenery.

Even at six years old, you found it odd that Vash, the Jinsei god of unconditional love and unwaivering kindness, used to be the size of a normal human man, and people thought he was some kind of criminal. These days he was a gigantic angelic being with glowing markings along his skin and massive feathery wings. He wandered the planet, helping any humans he came across who needed it, and leaving massive lush gardens within his boot prints.

You weren't really paying attention to what the teacher was saying, daydreaming about all the games you where gonna play with the other kids in the orphanage after school when she said something interesting. Something about Angel Children and Vash?

Angel Children where kids that the Plants took in early on as their own. Kinda like pets. They where well cared for and lived long happy lives. But... Did the teacher say something about Vash looking for an Angel Child? You weren't sure. Sure, it would be nice to be an Angel Child, but you highly doubted that a wandering Plant and a god who walked amongst men, would even look in your direction. You where too small, even compared to other kids your age. There was no way he would even notice you where there....

Finally, after what seemed like forever, class was finally over. Grinning brightly, you rushed out the door, ignoring the teachers telling you to wait for Miss Wolfwood to come get you. It didn't matter if the owner came to pick you up or not, you knew a faster way. Sure it took you slightly out of the outskirts of the city, but it cut the time in half.

As soon as you got away from people and buildings, you closed your eyes for a moment, letting the twin suns warm your face as you walked back to the orphanage. It wasn't even a second later when you ran face first into something. Opening your eyes, you saw a large white wall in front of you. That's odd... You where away from any kind of building. And buildings usually weren't made of.... Leather?

Looking up, you caught a glimpse of scarlet red fabric hanging high above you as the owner kneeled, coming face to face with glowing turquoise eyes.

"Hello there. Are you lost little one?" He asked, keeping his voice low as not to hurt your ears.

You shook your head. "No... I was actually going home. I live over there" you said, pointing to the playground behind the orphanage.

The Plant looked in the direction you where pointing, and frowned. "You're an orphan?"

You nodded

"Wooouuuuld you like to get adopted?" He asked, looking back at you

You nodded again. Of course! What orphan didn't want to get adopted?

Smiling softly, Vash outstretched his hand, summoning a small feather and gently placing it behind your ear. "Congratulations. You've been adopted" he said, chuckling softly.

Your eyes widened as you gently touched the feather in your hair. Not only was Vash the Stampede, a literal god, here in December, but he also wanted you as his Angel Child!

"Wait, really? But... Why me?"

He shrugged, sitting down on the ground with your tiny form between his legs as he sat his hand on the ground, palm up and motioned for you to climb on, helping you up and gently placing you underneath the leather collar of his bodysuit. "Right place, right time, I guess." He said, his voice rumbling through your body as he stood again.

You couldn't help but relax against him as he started walking towards who knows where, letting the sound of his pulse and the soft light from his bioluminescent markings lulling you to sleep. You knew you where safe now, forever. You where the Angel Child of Vash the Stampede after all

[luffythinker]

can i share my notes from something im writing with you? it's Overhaul/Shigaraki anon, cause i've been thinking about them.

i didn't really understand how to write enemies-to-lovers so i was looking up stuff on tumblr to see if i could get help AND GOD DID I GET THE HELP I NEEDED, now if only i could write njkdvngjkd

my notes that are pulled from some of the questions on the post i was reading.

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Why do they hate eachother?: (the post asked for a reason they hate eachother so i had to think about it)

Shigaraki hates Overhaul because he considers Overhaul to be "high and mighty"

Overhaul hates Shigaraki because he doesn’t think things through and has no plans for any of his movements (like plans) he’s a “Daydreamer without a plan”

How can you fix it?

it’s important to find a way to make them both see the other person as a normal human being with their own hopes and problems and not just this unshakeable image of an always bad enemy

let actions speak louder than words

for example character A thinks character B is rude and inconsiderate and only interested in themself - but then A sees B doing something completely selfless

See where im going with this? Bounces my eyebrows

Slowly falling in love

it wouldn’t be enough to see them being selfless to make them completely change their mind and fall in love, but it would make them rethink what they thought about the other one and maybe try to get to know them better, because they realized there is so much more to learn and they maybe judged too soon

my thoughts/notes

Overhaul realizing there is more to Shigaraki. he can learn, he can plan he just chooses not to cause the chaos route is easier? he doesn’t know but he would like to see more to Shigaraki using his brain. lol Only way he's gonna see it is hanging out with him

Shigaraki learns that Overhaul actually does care about the 8 precepts of death and other people maybe after risking himself just a little to save/help someone else MAYBE EVEN SHIG. this is interesting cause he thought he Overhaul only thought people were expendable tools.

a changed behavior in one character could then trigger the other one into rethinking their bad relationship

(my input: both of them thinking: MAYBE he isn’t so bad)

finding something that they have in common or that they like about the other one can pave the way for a neutral relationship that then turns into something more

i'm so shrug here i don't know what Overhaul and Shigaraki could have in common.

it rarely goes directly from hate to love, especially because this could be an indicator for rash actions and mood swings towards each other that could be harmful in a relationship

it’s more like hate turning into acceptance and understanding and then slowly to love

this advice was so good tho, acceptance and understanding turns into love THATS WHAT LOVE IS, i just wanted to share this with you :)

I'm blown away by the thoughtfulness you put into this, I'm so happy to be able to see a part of this <3

My thoughts aren't as organized as you put here, but I agree with why they would hate each other initially. If your fic is set in the canon verse I guess you could play into how they both view their groups, for all its worth Shigaraki really does care about the LOV, so even if he is not a planner and strategist like Overhaul, maybe if Chisaki saw how Shigaraki can pause and think back to protect the members it could set him for some curiosity, realizing that there is more than just impulsivity in him. Make up a mission where they have to work together after that and in this they have to play their strengths and work on their flaws, this makes them more open to each other.

And I agree, love is accepting and understanding someone in their entirety <3 (one day we gotta talk about love as a concept cause I love this topic so much!!)

[computerized]

🐁🌫️⚖️ FOR ANYONE YOU WANT TO THINK ABOUT OR ANSWER THEM FOR

hey i didn't forget about this ask. look at me go

🐁 how are this characters ethics?

i think i'm gonna go with dani and co for this. of course i am. anyway. dani is like very staunchly about doing the right thing but in the wrong way. his concept of 'right thing' is 'whatever makes the people who can hurt me [parents, typically] happiest' so like his heart's in it but he's still a pushover. mal does not give a fuck about his parents and wants them to die comically and thinks about it every day so he's much more inclined to do things considered wrong like stealing. he just doesn't caare. he daydreams about killing a lot in the same way anyone did when they were an emo 16 year old but he knows objectively thats wrong. though if he had to he would not be very morally opposed to stabbing somebody in self defense or whatever? jeannie is kind of a middle ground. doesn't suffer from the same people pleaserness that dani does but also isn't likely to stab a guy. she's kind of regular and normal. dani's the kind of guy to get scared about using watch free online sites because he doesn't know it's not piracy until you download it, jeannie has no qualms with using them & mal would actively host his own if he had the means just because he thinks the risk of goiung to jail for piracy is funny. i'm gonna be honest i just made this all up don't hold me to it also i had to google what ethics meant

🌫️ how does this character feel about lying?

dani cannot fucking lie for the life of him. he's not incredibly opposed to it because he knows sometimes it can help more than it hurts but due to the nature of his split he's just naturally not good at it and every time mal lies to their family or their girlfriend he has a whole moral freakout over it. logically he knows it's not a horrible thing to do but it bothers him. mal loves to lying it's fun for him it makes people sooo mad because he likes to lie in that way where he tells the lie and then like an hour later goes oh lol i lied to you. jeannie is once again very indifferent. she wouldn't like finding out she was lied to but she also doesn't think it's like a moral crime if someone tells you a white lie. she's the most honest of the three of them though, incredibly straightforward with everything. hey i just made all of this up too. don't hold me to it

⚖️ how do they seek justice?

going to talk specifically in reference to like, how their parents treat them. dani is very fine with sitting down and letting things happen. what's happened happened, it's just up to him to make sure he does things in the "right" way so it won't happen again. mal... well he used to take out his anger about what happened to him on himself and the system, etc. and then he learned about amvs and just started daydreaming about getting revenge. he's not the kind of guy to actually know how to seek justice, though. he'd get in his own way especially emotions wise. jeannie is extremely petty when she wants to be. she doesn't /like/ to be and it's not an active trait of hers, but she does do small things she knows she can get away with that would bother their parents like being smug or sarcastic. she gets away with this because their parents like her because she's the Girl Alter. they don't know about the system they just like seeing "danielle" be a Gender Conforming Girl (<- this is not even what jeanine is)

[the-mesozoic-system]

People really really need to understand how fucking damaging it is when films about DID and serial killers are produced as a form of entertainment and not documentaries.

This whole drama around Tom Holland taking time off acting because of his most recent role is really pissing me off. I honestly don't feel bad for him because at the end of the day he made the decision to play the role (and should have done more research on the disorder in my opinion before he even considered taking on the role), but I absolutely despise the writers and producers for once again portraying a "dangerous" character through DID. I know this particular one was based on a true story, which gives it a tiny bit of validity, but it's so dramatised and most likely completely inaccurate in terms of character and portrayal, as it is literally for entertainment and not a recount of the actual events.

Film producers NEED to stop using this disorder as entertainment, it just keeps adding to the stigma and hurting those with DID, it's so completely inaccurate on so many levels and it's so so harmful to the community. It's 2023 for fucks sake, people need to get a grip.

Also people commenting on videos about it being like "I have different personalities, I feel sad then happy then fine then indifferent then confident and I also daydream loads" is NOT DID. That is normal human emotions and experiences, that does not mean you have a neurological disorder that you have to live with and suffer through every single day of your goddamn life. I just want to scream at the people who say this because as much as the community likes making jokes about their own personal struggles and shared experiences as a community, they're only jokes you can make if you are in or understand the circumstances. It's an extremely difficult and serious thing to have this disorder, it's not a fucking joke.

How many more movies are we gonna add to this list? It's too long as it is and I hate it. And every time a new one comes out, it restarts the whole offense against DID all over again. "Oh, they're dangerous, they have DID, they have a bad alter who will come and kill me because that's what I learned from fictional films and overly dramatised documentaries from famous actors" literally STFU. If you don't have experience of it or have actually met someone with DID and gotten to know their struggles on a daily basis, you have absolutely no right to talk on the matter. Just doing it for clout and attention because you want to be seen as trendy and "in the loop" when you literally can't be any further from the truth.

[scoops404]

ooo maybe longer fics?

In regards to this ask!

"i would love to hear more about your brainstorming process for creating a new fic / how you come up with so many great ideas and how that’s brought to life!"

Answer under cut:

Longer fics come about in several different ways, and usually the spark of the idea changes immensely from what I thought it was going to be versus what the final "product" ends up being. It very much helps the "fear of the blank page" if you accept upfront that the end product isn't going to be what you daydreamed about. I've learned that lesson. (AKA accept that you need to learn to love the journey more than the destination sometimes)

As far as what makes my brain go brrrrr that's gonna be a fic, it's different things. A big factor is if it's different and innovative or just strange enough that I feel like it hasn't been done *my way* before. I don't want to tell the same story someone else has already told. It's also a lot of time and energy to put into something, it needs to be able to hold me captive, let alone my interest. Hits Different is the best example of this -- i don't know what crack i was on but suddenly i had 100K+ written in like 2 months. That's insane for me. I had 8K writing days and 10K+ writing days. That's so so rare for me. And mind you, I did this with a 40 hours a week daytime job. I don't even remember the spark of the idea for Hits Different except that their parents got married and then they wound up in the same dorm room -- all the other stuff came after that.

I jsut went back to look for any tweets about HD:

Aug 13, 2023: "So you know how I can't write anything normal? What if I told you I just wrote 2k of college au step-brothers/ enemies-to-lovers with football player Dream. Would anyone want that? They're currently discussing safewords to fight each other"

Oh, so I guess it started as a college AU and Dream was a football player before the other stuff got added. This is before the weird BDSM part got introduced lol.

For Anagnorisis, the spark was "what if George was pregnant and didn't know it until he was in labor?" aka I didn't know i was pregnant AU -> which morphed into thinking, okay, why wouldn't he know? What would cause the most drama about that? and them sleeping together but not *being* together was the answer lol. I kinda live blogged the beginning thought process for that fic, including the first scene i wrote.

For Just One Touch, it started as the f/m/m to m/m DNF threesome fic because I love Midas Touch (RIP) so much and wanted to explore that dynamic myself. And then it was going to be VERY internalized homophobic based at the end and Alison wrangled me and it turned more demi-sexual exploration of George trying to figure out himself out. I wanted FWB and this is as close as I could get tbh haha.

For Shine Here To Us, it was a fic event in a discord where we spun a wheel with tropes we'd like to try and tropes we've done before and loved and mpreg and hurt/comfort were my results (shockingly the mpreg was the trope I hadn't tried up to that point). I always had an idea of two people in the spotlight having a baby together for convenience and then it turning into more so that was the impetus for this fic. I just couldn't imagine Dream stating he wants to have a child and George not trying to bend over backwards to be the one to give that to him (but, you know, in a cool way where he doesn't look lame)

For Curse and Cure of the Internet, I had the idea of Dream as a fic writer accidentally writing fic about himself and George. I wrote like 5K of it and then put it aside because I figured it was too out there and people wouldn't really relate like other fic writers would -- but then I mentioned it to someone on twitter and then everyone dogpiled saying they want to see that and so i fleshed it out. It became obvious very early on that the universe needed OCs of fans for Dream to befriend and then I had a very fun time making them as different as possible from each other, but still Dream fans. And that fic was my love letter to fandom friends and fanfiction writing (before some of the disillusionment set in so im glad i got it out there then!). People still to this day ask about Right Hand Man, the fictional fic that Dream writes in this universe and that makes me so happy.

For Deep in the Dream of a Game, I was coming off of writing Curse and Cure and wanted to write something completely different. Jase (birbwatcher) was writing an MCC fic set with realistic virtual reality and that fic had an amazing start (it's unfinished, sadly) and it reminded me of "Check Chat," one of the fics where the players are transported into the game. I remember loving that concept and thinking it was perfect for what it was but i wanted more romance to it and i wanted to see more of them having to build a society and not so much about the killing the dragon part. And the idea could have faded back out, but then I wondered what would happen if they killed the dragon and it didn't work. What would they do then? How would they cope? Then I just had to write it

I've Never Fallen From Quite This High started as the idea of George's mom coming to Florida and announcing her divorce from George's father. i had an IRL friend's parents get divorced while she's an adult and listening to her talk about how weird it was sparked something in my brain. It's not ilke you'll have two bedrooms and split custody as a 26 year old, but it's still weird to see them separated. And that combined with Dream being able to befriend anybody made the idea grow legs. I wrote it off and on and then the scene with dream and kate at the diner and how funny their banter was convinced me to write the rest of it and see it through. This one also had the idea that George just feels too much and he's scared of it sometimes. I still see elements of that in him.

You guys kinda saw the beginning of "I Am Two Fools" as well -- Dizzy handed me some prompts and then my mind got away from me and i knew it wouldn't be a quick fic for me. The hard part of planning and plotting for this one was from the twist of changing POV from Dream in the first half to George in the second half. Once I figured out i needed to do that, everything kinda fell into place.

I suppose the moment a fic changes over from an idea to something i'm determined to write is like the first time i write a scene for it. if it feels right and interesting and i'm excited about it, then i'll just keep going. Talking about it with my friends and here on my blog helps a lot too. It's amazing what other people's excitement for your thing does to your own enthusiasm.

This is already so fucking long, but i'd love to talk about shorter fics too at some point because a lot of those pack a punch of world building. Circling back, the mushroom king and the nightmare, florida man dub. Fun stuff!! Thanks for the ask. let me know if there's something more specific you were looking for

[draftingteacups]

Soni world hopping into other Pokemon AUs was interesting to think and daydream about. But now I'm kind of curious if Phoebe and her Pokemon were transported to Soni's Twisted Wonderland before even going to Twst herself.

Being from Johto, Soni might appreciate the fact that someone from the home region is here to keep her company.

Also someone can relate about Pokemon stuff. Heck, maybe even share memes only people from the Pokemon world would get while the boys are confused as to what they're giggling about.

If the TWST boys ever freak out because another Pokemon trainer was mysteriously summoned again.

Phoebe is more of a neutral sort, she can't threaten Crowley with a baseball bat but she can deliver verbal punches unexpectedly without even meaning to.

Crowley: Miss, if you need any help, I thought you'd consult me instead of the professor...

Phoebe: *Looks between Trein and Crowley* Oh, I thought HE was the headmaster, my mistake...

Crowley: *Hears ego shattering*

Also I bet she just has tea while Soni wrecks Crowley for pushing responsibility towards her again. XD

Also since Soni's twst universe has wild Pokemon appearing, at some point them pokeball smithing skills could come in handy.

Phoebe starts to brandish her skills with a casual face as if this was just the norm.

Also, Phoebe meeting the boys in Soni's Twstverse would probably go like this...

Phoebe: hello...

Boys: just a normal kid- !?

Phoebe: *casually brushing dirt off her Steelix in the yard*

Boys: ajsjj... what- huh..!?!?

sorry if this feels kind of spam-ish.

Oooh, Phoebe going to Soni's world is interesting 👀

While Soni looks Johtonese, she's from Kalos- born and raised there. This sort of thing happens all the time though, so Soni's not gonna be surprised by it if someone thinks that way.

She'll definitely be more surprised by the other Pokemon Trainer who appeared one day.

I love the idea of Soni having time to talk with someone from her homeworld. The memes that they would share- 😂 They would go, "It's an inside joke/meme!" and then just go on with their day.

At the same time, she's slow to interact at first because of her reputation back home and how most don't like to talk to her. So, when she sees Phoebe being cheerful and open without prejudice, Soni would open up a little more if only because the level of expectations and decorum are nonexistent in TWST, one of the few good things that Soni learned about when she first came here.

Phoebe giving those straight punches to Crowley's ego will always be satisfying. Also, her casually showing off her Pokeball-making skills when everyone else thought Phoebe was a normal Trainer is amazing.

Kinda like Phoebe just sticks her hand in her pocket and shows off the tools that she keeps on hand while sparkles are in the background- that level of "Oh, you need a hand? I'm here"

The TWST boys see Phoebe and went through the levels of disbelief, confusion, realization, and even more confusion all at once when the Pokemon shows up alkdsjfkljs

On a random note, Phoebe petting her Steelix makes me think of someone petting a metal cat and I find that cute-

Another one that popped up is Furret sitting on top of Steelix's head and just sunbathing up there, and I just wanted to share that image with you.

Ah, it's alright to send things like this! Don't worry, I like these sorts of things! It's a lot of fun to see what could happen in What Ifs like this!

[roscgcld]

How would the second years react to someone who's always daydreaming and have her heads up in the cloud you know like muichiro from demon Slayer, if you don't know him it's okay anyway like she can get lost anywhere,forgets to eat,and cross the crosswalk whenever a car is coming with a fem reader she/her please

Tbh, I’m lazy to follow up on Demon Slayer’s manga, since am invested in Jujutsu Kaisen rn lol. So my knowledge about him is the bare minimum since I watched the anime cx

BUT - I think I can come up with something about this lol. 

Lowkey, Zen’In Maki might become the mother figure that reminds you to eat all the time. She’d lightly smack the back of your head when she realises that you’re no longer on Earth, gesturing for you to return to your meal if you were daydreaming in the middle of lunch, kick your foot a little when she’s talking and realises that she’s completely lost you mid-conversation, or even lightly hit your arm when someone asks you a question and you were clearly in la-la-land. I feel like with how easily you get distracted by your thoughts, she might have her hand around your wrist all the time, pulling you through the crowds if you two are in Tokyo for the day. 

“No one pays me to make sure this girl is not going to get killed.” She’d grumbles to herself as she continues to tug you about. But if anyone tries to take advantage of you, like try to pick your pockets, she’d grab the person’s wrist firmly and raises a threatening eyebrow; tightening to the point where she’s moments away from breaking the person’s wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” She’d ask in a dark voice, one that causes the people around her to stiffen and shift away from the silently fuming woman; while you were completely unaware of what’s happening around you. 

She’s eventually let go if she deems that the person has learnt their lesson, or after she broke her wrist. She’d just drape her arm around the other girl’s shoulders before walking away, telling the confused girl that she wants to grab a drink at a nearby cafe or smth lol. She is gonna be protective mama bean.

For Inumaki Toge, I feel like the baby just knows how to drag you about. Since he can’t speak, a lot of the times he has to poke your side to bring you back down to earth, mumbling an onigiri ingredient to reaffirm that someone is talking to you. 

“Sujiko.”

“O-Oh! Sorry, what was the question again?”

Lowkey really stressful for him because he just needs you to talk for the both of them, since he can’t just go about talking to people like a normal person. So he relies on you heavily whenever you two are out together on missions or just on food runs together. However, it’s like second nature for him to just grab you and string you along. Whenever the other second years start to walk, he’d wordlessly reach out for you and grab you without needing to be reminded. Grabbing your arm when the others are about to make a decision about what food to get so that you are brought back down to Earth. Tugging on your arm quietly when you two are about to walk up to the counter to order.

With that being said though, there were times where you just wouldn't snap out of your daydream, he’d just be standing there awkwardly in front of the person that asked you two the question; pretending to cough and gesture to his throat as if to silently say, “sorry, my throat hurts and I can’t speak.” It usually works, but there are a few people who are super mean and might start to be rude to both of you for ‘wasting my time’. 

Honestly, he’s just used to it by now, and learns to live with how easily distracted you can be. If anything, sometimes he likes to join you and sit beside you since there is going to be guarantee silence if you two hang out. Gives him some time to relax and recharge after a long day around others. 

Okkotsu Yuta might be the one who knows how to handle you the best - since he’s just used to you personality by now. He has an entire routine set up for you two if you two are going to go out together on food runs or when you two are sent on missions together. 

When you two are eating together in the lunch hall, he’d wordlessly poke your side from time to time to remind you to finish your meal and to stop playing the food on your plate before Maki catches on and slaps you on the back of the head for it. When he realises that a teacher is going to call on, he’d nudge you to grab your attention and wordlessly pull away just as the teacher turns to you. When you two need to go and grab dinner for everyone, he’d stop you and ask you a bunch of questions in such a quick that it doesn't’ give you time to really drift off.

“What was Maki’s order again?”

“Does Toge want his food spicy or not?”

“Did Panda want those dumplings from the store? Pork or chives filling?”

“Do you want a drink with your order?”

It may seem drastic, but he much rather just knows what you were told and what you want to get before he goes out with the city with you. He’d rest a hand on the small of your back the entire time you’re out, leading you about wordlessly as you just follow beside him wordlessly. It’s not like you were really paying attention to begin with haha. But he doesn't mind - he just strings you around and not attempt to break you out from your trance, somehow being able to do whatever it is you two need to do while making sure you’re safe.

From time to time he does forget you at a train station or leaving you in a store after getting whatever it is you two need. But he’d find his way back to you through a lot of frantic calls. He swears sometimes the best investment for the second years is to get one of those children leashes for you.

Maki agrees.

At the end of the day, you’re just known as the ‘daydreaming girl of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’ by many of your Kyoto classmates, and as the ‘dreaming senpai’ by your juniors - but the second years are so protective of you no one dares try to poke you. 

[mypoisonedvine]

Sorry for this rant

I feel like I’m not normal as I don’t know how to talk to people as I was sheltered as a kid and wasn’t allowed to go to bday parties or play dates. So I never really learned as people started to ignore me probably think she won’t hang out like I invited her b4.

So now I’m actually don’t feel normal as I make scenarios in my head that I have a fake friend group doesn’t matter if it’s my own characters or from a tvshows/movie. Like rn I’m in a friend group with characters in stranger things. Like I do wish I could live a life where I can be happy and make friends like I do in my head.

Like everyone around me is making friends and I’m in the corner quiet and just in my scenarios. Like is this normal for others cuz I can’t really talk abt it to my friends cuz I do feel like they would judge and not understand y. Cuz I told my friend abt the bday/play date things and she told me it was stupid that I’m resenting that and saying it’s why I can’t talk to others.

And it’s just stupid cuz if I put my scenarios self and like the scenario me is more sarcastic and sassy. But when I am sarcastic in irl I don’t think ppl understand I am trying to be. Which is kinda mean but I like I do feel like this version of me would be happier cuz they seem really fun to be around. But I still don’t really know how to hold a convo as in my scenarios I’m always already in one so I didn’t need to worry and for making friends I just know the ppl b4. Like when I hang with my friend that helps gets the other me does come out but my friend is leaving so i feel like it’s gonna be gone

okay, so I just wanna start by saying that I'm sorry you feel so different from other people, and that your childhood was deprived of typical social experiences that you would've benefited from. I agree with you that that is too far to go in terms of 'sheltering' a child and that your parents set you up for more struggle socially than is necessary. I had friends growing up who weren't allowed to have or attend sleepovers, but they still could go to birthday parties!! I'm sorry that that happened to you.

in terms of the impact now, all I can say is, you're just as sane as I am. I'm not gonna say that it's normal or healthy to daydream semi-constantly, but it is something that I relate to a lot.

and I think a lot of people relate to your feeling that making friends is more difficult than we expected. it's normal to think all your friends have more friends than you because, statistically speaking, they always will. it doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong per se.

one piece of advice I can give is to definitely not lean into being sassy/sarcastic in real life. if there's one thing TV shows misrepresent about social interaction, it's how well people take sarcasm in real life. characters that are seen as funny, if a little stern or intense, on TV shows would be HATED in real life because their behavior can be dismissive and cruel. the softest example of this is chandler, from friends, who uses his friends' real problems to make stand-up-comic-type quips. and then you've got characters like house, dr. cox, jeff winger whose behavior no real person would tolerate even if they seem cool to us as the audience. I get the temptation, but definitely don't try to have a witty comeback for every situation... it can very much backfire.

that said, I understand wanting to have more social confidence and make friends more easily. I don't have one perfect piece of advice for that, but don't think you're the only person with this problem or that you're less valuable as a person just because you're not the most popular person. I hope you feel better and I'm sorry that your friend was dismissive about this, thank you for sharing this <3

[mediocre-daydreams]

Hiya! Could I request 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 for marauders era?

I'm a indian bisexual female, she/they. I'm fairly extroverted, though some times it may take me a while to warm up to people, however I'm pretty crazy an quite unhinged when you get to know me well. However I do have moments when I just wanna plug my earphones in and not talk to anyone, especially when im stressed and anxious. I love reading, though I don't read as much as I would like to, due to school and stuff. I adore banter, joking around and having deep coversations about literally anything. I love helping people out, and my friends come to me to vent. And on the topic of friends, I adore them and I'm also incredibly loyal. I tend to daydream quite a lot as well. Many people would tend to describe me outspoken about a lot of things, mainly politics and world issues. I love debating and arguing, its my main pastime tbh. I also adore science, mainly biology and chemistry. I'm not that creative, I can sing and I just started learning guitar, after years of convincing my parents. I adore rock and pop music, though I also love classical music. I mainly listen to Maneskin, Taylor Swift, the nbhd, artic monkeys, and chase atlantic. I'm 18, 5'3 and I have tanned skin, shoulder length black hair. Clothing wise, my aesthetic is a mix of downtown girl, rockstar gf and dark feminine. I'm an aries and a mix gryffindor and slytherin.

Sorry if its a lot, irdk how much to write, since its my first time doing something like this. Ahhh ilysm and you're writing is heavenset btw.

hey! super cool to see a fellow asian on here <33 i feel like we have so much in common we should be besties (wanna be an emoji anon??) also- i'm headcannoning james here as reiky de valk

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i was so torn between james and sirius that i'm gonna slap the three of you into a sadistic, slightly angsty love triangle.

you and desi! james are fast friends. all those traits he loves in sirius? he finds them in you. you’re outspoken, loyal, and a little stubborn. james is admittedly a very sheltered kid. he grew up as an old money pureblood family in a mcmansion-esque house in godric’s hollow, so there was nothing, in particular, drawing him to politics. meeting you was like jumping off a diving board into the middle of the black lake when he’d been wading in shallow waters his entire life. there was so much more to the world than quidditch, house pride, and mischievous escapades.

you never treated him lesser than for not growing up politically fluent or sheltered. it wasn’t like he wanted to be sheltered. his entire life, people reduced him to his looks and his status and the model of his broomstick. as much as he loved his friends, nobody took him as seriously as you did. he was the one taking care of remus and sirius and peter, but you were there to listen to all his thoughts and stay up at night philosophizing about war and the future and the dangers of blood purity that young people shouldn’t really have to be worrying about.

you and EA! sirius are drawn to each other like magnets. you’re similar, more than just the way you dress and the sort of music you listen to. music is super important to sirius; he listens to his favorite records when he’s back at grimmauld place to block out the sound of his family, and listening to rock instead of snooty classical a form of rebellious self expression for him. he loves when you share your songs with him. being a pureblood, it’s hard for him to get his hands on muggle music, so exploring new genres and having quiet jam sessions with you is one of the only times he feels normal.

there aren’t many people who sirius feels can understand him. you’re culturally competent and opinionated, and you never invalidate his anger and intense feelings toward his parents and their beliefs. you’ve never once told him to calm down or that he was overreacting. in fact, you showed him ways to channel his anger more productively. 

you, james, and sirius are an inseparable trio, but that’s the formula for the most heartbreaking type of love triangle. all three of you are acutely aware of the dynamic, though none of you are eager to address it. the three of you value each other as friends too much to lose each other to a relationship that may or may not be guaranteed. war looms close and stakes are high. 

[lilyfreshwater]

tbh most of ranboo's weird behaviour just comes from having very poor boundaries and him living in a fantasy world half the time. i think his friendships are pretty genuine and he's probably a nice enough person to know irl which is why he's so popular. but we've all gotten such a bad view of him in recent months because we've been exposed to him at his most dysfunctional. the oversharing ranmails, that strange period in january where he was acting like tubbo's stalker, emotional overreliance on certain friendships, self victimisation, all the spotify shit... the list goes on. i'm thinking of things like before the twitch rivals trip when him and tubbo hadn't been talking much, he was obviously building himself up as this person who was going to swoop in to get tubbo back. properly doing embarrassing shit like listening to loads of homewrecker songs and taking selfies to psyche himself up before tubbo landed. obviously the plan didn't work out and once tubbo got home and was with his bf again and reality hit he went back to the depressing ranmails. to me this wasn't a machiavellian plan it was somebody not quite living in reality and trying to live out a fantasy that was never gonna happen. i think it's the same with him encouraging shippers, he doesn't understand the boundary of somebody being in a relationship, he just wants fuel for his fantasy.

like i say i don't think any of it is intentional he just has such a warped view of what is normal behaviour and how he's coming across sometimes. which is why i'm tentatively positive that if he's still in therapy he can turn it around. hopefully his friends are a positive influence too and can help him. he seems to have backed off recently i wonder if somebody stepped in to try and create more boundaries around tubbo and his relationship?

one thing i do worry about if those boundaries aren't in place though is him manufacturing a way to end up in miami while tubbo is there in a redo of the la trip kinda way.... surely he must have learned from last time but....

there's no way that ranboo is gonna somehow end up in the US at the same time he literally just got back like that would not make any sense at all UNLESS he was trying to meet tubbo there in which case i hope he gets lost in miami. about the other stuff, i had an anon send me an ask essentially saying this same thing (was asked not to post) but they also theorized about ranboo having maladaptive daydreaming and not really being able to tell reality from what he imagined it to be in his head, which is what i think you're alluding to. given how mentally ill we know ranboo is, i think its a plausible conclusion to come to that he genuinely just does not understand the people around him beyond his surface level perceptions

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

We were planning on being fancy but there was a BBQ shack on the way to the sushi place and we got lured in. We are both entirely overdressed, sitting outside at a picnic table adorned with Christmas lights. His button-up comes off and he's all set to get sauce all over his white undershirt.

"That's why I have no white clothes." It's 100% fact, I don't even own a white bra.

"Barbeque sauce, specifically?"

"Yeah. Never know when you're gonna need to stop and eat ribs."

I'm really going for these ribs tho. The good thing about being married is that it's past time to care about decorum. It's already legal, he's already been divorced once...he's not leaving because I got Sweet Baby Ray's on my earlobe.

He braces himself, nearly stuffed already but continuing to plow through a mountain of brisket. "Man...I'm getting the meat sweats. We might end up too full to fool around tonight."

"We've got the rest of our lives."

"Mmhmm."

We have an amalgam of things in front of us. We never know what we want and like to try everything. I know I bitch about the south but I don't know any other region in this country that will give you half a loaf of white bread with your BBQ...and like, 8 different sauces. I'm reminded of just how white my husband is when he sweats through a quarter of a hot link, declaring it "holy shit hot".

"Taco trucks in Cali would murder you."

He smiles as much as he can with his mouth full, and after swallowing tells me he'd still like to find out.

My grandparents are moving here, from California, and being old folks, need some help packing up their house and trucking all their stuff here. They've never met Eli before, so they didn't ask him to help, but when he talked my grandpa through setting up his webcam to video chat and also taught him how Skype works, he was excited to be able to see them and talk to them. The first Skype call we had with them, he BEGGED them to let him help them move.

"You see these biceps? They were made for moving furniture. I LIKE lifting stuff. Please?"

The plans are tentative. We both forgot about my surgery. Shouldn't conflict, but it might. Honestly, after my grandparents are here I have no reason to ever go back...so I'd like to show Eli around the place where I had the most normal portion of my life. I need to walk him through the desert at midnight, listening for the coyotes and mountain lions, have him smell the combination of dust and dairy that's strong enough to haunt my dreams. I'd just like him to know where I'm from.

"Have you thought any more about going up to Minnesota for Thanksgiving? Jeremy said it's your year, so we can take Red. He's gotta see Paul Bunyan and Babe, just has to."

He jostles me out of a daydream about cacti and drought and I realize we've never been to where he grew up either.

"I'd love to. You'll show me all your old haunts?"

"Of course, I've been wanting to take you both up there basically since we met. Shelby didn't like to travel so...I haven't been in a long time. Fair warning though..."

Oh, this should be good. "Okayyyy?"

"Mama WILL make you learn how to make the traditional Jewish brisket. If you're very strongly in the turkey only camp, you might be disappointed."

"You know what? Fuck turkey."

He raises his glass bottle of Cheerwine (I feel very strongly the people who own this place are not from this state. I've only ever seen Cheerwine in Georgia and North Carolina) for a toast. "Fuck turkey, indeed."

[musicallisto]

Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can’t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Of Ice and Blood

Part 2

Hello there! I present to you, part 2 of my orc x fem!human series!

I still don't know what to name this fic of mine

I should've thought about the title in the first place lmao

Anyways! I'll try updating constantly if I can. Enjoy reading!

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing. Mild violence and mentions of injury.

UD 01/10/21 : CLEANED AND PROOFREAD PROPERLY (hey I did my best)

(reference to the mask she's currently wearing //her hair is still braided// )

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Even with the tedious introduction the professor was on about, I couldn’t help but pick up the whispers of my human classmates, and the unmistakable nasty odor they were giving off.

“Hey. Look at that orc over there.”

“Tsk. Beast. Why is it even here—”

“I bet it’s gonna get suspended from breaking someone’s arm.”

“It looks like he’s gonna kill somebody soon.”

Snickers and clicks of disgust went around the group.

The professor shushed them, not quite knowing what they were talking about before he moved on.

I cursed, feeling my blood boil from their words. The orc wasn’t even doing anything! And they slander him like that? I would love to break their fucking ne—

No, damn it! No violence! Mama will go crazy if she finds out I broke someone’s spine. Behave and endure. Remember your training.

...but seriously though, I'm going to fucking snap their legs. Nah, perhaps use pepper spray on their eyes until they go blind, even though the mixture inside my spray bottle wasn’t made to have permanent effects on someone, but it would still cause great discomfort.

I hugged my backpack, the thought of my dusters inside somehow comforting.

I didn’t notice Tai'chi was taking glances at me out of concern while I was imagining how I’d smash those jerks’ faces.

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My mind wandered around the interaction by the gates earlier, and how... contradicting... it was when I entered the building.

Everything passed like a blur as I continued daydreaming about other things, hardly paying attention to what everyone else was saying. Plus it takes a lot of concentration to survive their pungent scents.

A bell rang, bringing me back down to Earth. It was lunchtime already.

Everyone seemed relieved as they started filing out of the area and headed towards the cafeteria. [a/n: Ooh that rhymed] I failed to see the lingering glances of barely masked distaste in our direction.

I glanced at the or— Tai'chi, whom I found out was looking at me already, stunning me at how he stared for a moment before I broke eye contact and stood up, which he also did. I almost fell back down my chair when I scented him.

Wha—

How the fuck did I not smell him before?!

I must’ve focused too much on the awful odor surrounding me that it didn’t register this—

This, oh my God.

To describe it, it was simply so— manly (or is it Orcish?). Like the scent of fresh earth and the warmth of a fireplace in the midst of a cold night. Embers crackling and sending sparks up into the sky.

He doesn’t smell one trace of a beast at all! In fact, I’ve never smelled someone so clean, so pleasant, all the while exuding masculinity, and was that a tad hint of vanilla?

For the first time in a while, I couldn’t place what the feeling was exactly. He simply smells so— good. Which is a positive sign?

I looked up to his eyes once more before I blurted out, probably a little too high-pitched;

“Lunch?”

Seriously? That’s what comes out of your damn mouth?

“I mean, do you want to go grab some lunch? At the cafeteria?” I clarified to sound normal and unaffected, (even when I clearly am).

Was the last part necessary? You’ve broken noses, dealt painful blows like a skilled warrior, but you’re embarrassing yourself.

I was busy reprimanding myself that I nearly missed what he said.

"Sure.”

He straightened up, and I was then faced with the reality of how damn tall he is. Or is it because I’m short? I barely reached over 5 feet, and he is standing there, almost three heads taller than me. Was he hunching for my sake earlier?

Wowie…

I scented a hint of pride, and was that a small quirk of his lips for a second there?

Huh. My mask is a lifesaver, or else he would've seen my jaw dropping.

I followed him out and headed straight for the campus’ cafeteria, all the while trying to converse here and there.

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'Trying’ was not the right word.

Definitely not.

It was surprising, how easy and nice it was to talk to him. I could scent his apprehensiveness when I talked to him at first, but he relaxed not long after I introduced myself properly.

It felt... natural.

I learned that he came from the Northside of the country and moved to the city last year to pursue his dreams and to find a better future for his clan. I also told him about my family and home, along with my reasons for being here, leaving out the… violent part.

“My family and my entire clan wanted the best for me and my brothers. Up in the North, education is… very limited. Although ever since we were young, we were taught everything from our clan’s history, how to hunt for food, what herbs and plants were poisonous, what were medicinal and edible, how to stay alive, survive and so on.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But we were cut off from the modern world. Times are changing, fast. Global warming being a major problem, leaving a huge impact on our living. So, when my clan heard about a school in the city, open to all races, they turned to us, the youth, and we took this chance.”

I looked down and thought about how disconnected the others were, only given the freedom to modern society eight years ago. Eight years is a long time, but I guess it’ll take more than that for everyone to get used to the change. That doesn’t mean they should treat them poorly!

As I realized I’ve been quiet for a while, I shot up and apologized for not replying.

“No, it’s okay. You looked like you were in deep thought. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Y-yeah… I was—”

“Thinking about how the majority of the human race still see us as beasts?”

There was a bit of spite in his voice, although barely noticeable. Or was it because I caught a whiff of it? No one was paying much attention to us while we were walking. But I noticed many of them hastily stepping aside and felt their glares at my back.

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“I could tell from your- I could tell, from the way you frowned earlier when one of those humans said something.”

Oh. He was looking at me that time?

“Frowned? But my mask—”

“It’s easy to tell if you are frowning when your eyebrows scrunch up like that. Believe me, my father does that a lot.”

“Ah. Well. It was just very rude of them. To talk shit about you and your kind like that, as if they were any better. You weren’t even doing anything, and they judge you based on your race. Orcs are civilized and intelligent just like any other, and I don’t understand why there’s still so much prejudice after eight damn years—”

I stopped and restrained the urge to go wild and curse every single human who smelled so foul every time we pass by.

“Sorry. I was...rambling.”

Was I this talkative? Maybe it's because I never had anyone to talk to.

He didn’t reply, which I found strange, so I glanced over at him and saw his eyes wide open and brows shooting up in surprise. It was almost comical.

“Uh, Tai'chi?”

Before he could even utter a word, we arrived at a huge hall where students were chatting and enjoying their lunch. Still, I noticed some humans were giving unkind looks to a gathering of goblins eating at the far left side corner of the cafeteria.

And of course, I didn’t fail to smell that wretched odor coming from a group of girls on my right when we walked in. I also recognized the one who pushed me, (No doubt it was intentional). I had to pinch my nose over my mask just but I could only block out half of it.

Ah shit, this mask doesn’t have proper air filtration.

I groaned as I tried to cut off the noise and thickened scents. For real, I wasn’t expecting it to be this harsh! I could literally smell discrimination and hate in the air!

Fuck. I should’ve worn my other mask. I swear I’m gonna burst if I stay and inhale more of that any longer—

“Pearl, are you okay?”

I groaned again and didn’t reply, busy controlling my sense of smell to even open my mouth. We were standing there like a pair of street posts, blocking a small part of the main entrance. That is if there was a 5ft- tall post. I’m more like that foldable caution sign.

“Pearl—”

“Hey, you there! Freaks! Move out of the way.”

Great. Another awful fucking odor. And what a coincidence! It was the one I smelled this morning!

“Are you deaf? I said—”

He shouldn’t have grabbed my shoulder, shouldn’t have tried to shove me aside, for the second I felt his hand reaching for me, and before Tai'chi could pull me away, my reflexes kicked in.

What did I do exactly? Oh, I simply grabbed that damned arm of his, threw him over my shoulder, and slammed him down on the tiled floor in front of me, finishing a one-arm shoulder throw.

The people in the area halted what they were doing and a short-lived silence came over, broken by whispers.

So much for keeping a low profile.

The guy I just performed basic self-defense on was spitting curse words at me. He was still on the floor, trying not to voice the pain in his back.

“Freak! You’re a monster, aren’t you?! How dare you do this to me. Don't you know who I am?!" he yelled.

Did he mean me or? Either way, what he said was not true.

I tried to calm my anger down and gave him a forced smile, under my mask, and mustered up the voice and tone I always used when I’m annoyed.

But right now, I am pissed.

“Now, dear, fellow, human, what you said was clearly untrue. I am entirely human and this person beside me is an orc. Or were you blinded by your overgrown ego and disgusting attitude to see the obvious in front of you? Surely that must be it. The entrance to the cafeteria is wide enough for two people to not serve as a hindrance to the ones coming in, but still, you chose to try and shove me aside yourself. Well, I won’t apologize but I’ve had enough pushing for one day. And lastly, no, I do not know you and I don’t care.”

I gritted my teeth, my face hurting from smiling forcefully. The cafeteria was quite silent enough all the while and no doubt they heard every word I said.

Fuck.

I twisted around and bolted out of the building.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I blew it! Fucking blew my chance to have a normal college life! Now everyone will think I’m some crazy person and would, without a doubt, avoid me forever.

I was too busy cursing and walking away, planning to hide in a hole for all eternity that I didn’t feel the presence of someone following me.

Without thinking much of where I was heading, my feet led me to a secluded part of the uni. Tall trees lining up before and around me looking like an entrance to a forest, and so I tried hiding behind one. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t notice and detain me or something.

I sat down between the great roots of an oak tree and rested my head on top of my knees as I took deep breaths and listened.

Nature always had a place in my heart. How could it not? When you can hear the chirps of little birds, the soothing sound of leaves rustled by the wind. And the peace that comes with it all.

Not to mention it smells so relaxing.

“Hello there.”

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Haha! What will Pearl do next I wonder, and who is this person who followed her??

Had to cut it off at that part because my dearest self just loves cliff hangers—

And because I wanted to post something as soon as possible.

Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the third part asap.

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

[robin-the-enby]

Hey! I love your matchups and I really want one with on the black butler characters.

I am ISTJ and even though I was born in America I come from a Mexican family. So I am fluent in Spanish and English. Along side of Mandarin Chinese (still learning) and Japanese (still learning)

Appearance wise, I have olive skin, long wavy/curly hair that reaches my tailbone (i like putting it in side braid). I also have long bangs that quite often fall over my glasses. And just too lazy to move them. I also have dimples when I smile. I will bite anyone who try poke them.

Personality: I can get hard to know at first because I have trust issues (my heart has been broken okay) . Not too mention people don't try to get know me because of my major Resting Bitch Face. They think I am judging them or that I am scary. But I am not... I am attentive so I will stand up for myself and anyones else. I am patient. Also, after you get to know me you will realize I am a chaotic crackhead with a melodramatic persona. Like "your star is here!" "The stage is calling for me. Move out of my way" "the spotlight is on me so could you move you crusty face?" I like to tease and flirt with the people I am close to. I zone out or daydream a lot. And in the worst times. It could be a serious meeting and I am chuckling because of something in my head. Which have scared people. It could be during a conversation and I will stop listening. But I will always feel bad and apologize.

I also like to scare people. Like tell them the unsolved cases or horrific cases that I know (I love unsolved cases) . This is also why my little siblings hate me. Turns out talking kids murder cases and disapperinv cases was not appropriate for bed time story... woops.....

I like to pop out of nowhere and either flick or playfully punch my friends and say boo. I do accidentally roast people. I don't think before I say things. And don't realize until hours or days later. And I am like "shit"

I am sarcastic and that has gotten me in trouble before. My friend asked for my advice and I didn't know she was being serious. So I gave her a sarcastic advice and she came back to me mad. I was like "shit you believed me?"

Likes/hobbies: i like my anatomy class and I like to read, write, meditate (because I get stressed a lot). I really like to dance and listen to music. Which my music taste is everywhere: Kpop, classical music, jazz, jpop, Spanish songs, rock, metal. Every music genre except for country. I like to play the violin.

My passion lies in the arts and crafts. I would like to do illustration and photography. More specifically street fashion photography and and event photography. Like weddings and funerals. Yes funeral photography does exist and I will like to do it. Since it is also special event. I draw a lot of portraits and landscapes. I have been told that my art is either scary or mysterious. Though I can get a little caught up with my passion. I practice to get better with no rest.

Flaws/toxic traits: I am not empathetic or sympathetic. People always thought I didn't care about my friend's issues. I do i just don't understand them. My compassion does make up for this and will give advice. My other flaw, is the high walls I build to protect myself. I am there for other people. But people were never there for me. People have manupliated me and that cause me trust issues. I don't know how to handle negative emotions like depression, anxiety, self doubt, procrastination. So I just isolate myself in these moods. They really take a toll on me and make me think I can't do my passions. I am afraid of commitment because of toxic relationships i had before.

Love language: I am not obvious with affection. (Because no one ever gave me it). I show it through my teasing and flirting. My love language is however Act of Service. I will help my s/o with anything they need. Chores, work, advice, etc. Sort of the mom of my friend group. But a Savage mom as I have been told. "Stop crying, here I made you a cookie" "do I need to hurt someone" "don't worry I can get coffin with a lock in it". I am also an aggressive supporter. Like "No YOU are beautiful. YOU are gorgeous!" (This happened when someone gives me affection and time try to turn the attention to them as way to hide my fluster)

I will call my s/o like "stupid" "idiot" but in a endearing way. Okay. Occasionally I will use "beloved" and "Cariño/cariña"

I am not good receiving verbal affection or physical affection. I was never given affection so I am not used to it. I will start blushing and stop working. I will also probably say "idiot" or turn the attention to them like "no.. u" but I think fails because I am terrible at hiding my blush. I get easily flustered with affection okay. But I won't ever admit that I like it. Though it is obvious.

Sexuality: i am bisexual so it doesn't matter what gender I am paired up with.

Funt fact i guess?: I love small plants, plushies, and banana milk. Like I have hundreds of different kinds of plants and they each have their own name. Like GGmo, Lily, Melody, Edward. I love Banana milk as I said. I drink it every evening. It always get me happy so when I am sad or had a bad day. I drink banana milk and I am happy. It is also to make up for my coffee addiction. I am addicted to coffee. My friends said no coffee and I was like fine banana milk then :)

This is getting long now... bye.

I'm glad that you like my matchups, I'm trying my best tbh😅 I match you with:

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian is very curious in nature, so he definitely wants to know what you're really like, not the front you put on.

He's also very charming when he wants to, he makes it very easy to open up to him and get comfortable around him.

Sure, he, as a demon, doesn't really care much for humans, so when he doesn't have to play the polite, kind butler, he probably has a RBF as well, however, I think that changes when he's interacting with someone he loves.

His sweet words may have been a mask at first, so he could see the real you, but the closer you two become, the more he means every word of praise, encouragment or comfort he utters.

He would most certainly be amused by your crackhead self once you do get comfortable around him, but it's not really his vibe. He wouldn't scold you for being loud, brash or inapropriate, like he does the other servants.

If he's in a really good mood or when the situation calls for it, he can be dramatic as well. Sometimes he'd do it just to get on Ciel's nerves XD

One big pro of being with Sebastian is that he lets you off the hook a lot. If he was talking to anyone else and they'd space out, oh honey, he would stare them down so hard, it's sending chills down my spine just thinking about it. But if it's you it's like a complete 180, Sebastian can't possibly be mad at you, everyone spaces out sometimes, those things just happen.

The other servants make sure to be on your good side so that you could intercede with him on their behalf.

You can't scare him with your true crime stories, but you sure as hell can scare the others. And you can bet your ass Seb's gonna help! The plan is: You tell the story and then he's gonna pop up out of nowhere behind them, giving them mini heart attacks.

If you try to scare him though, you'll need to be on guard 24/7 until he gets you in return. And even if your on guard all the time, he finds a way to scare the life out of you.

Your humor is practically the same, I mean, Sebastian is great at off handed remarks/roasts and sarcastic comments that you have to look for to really see them. You two could be talking shit about anyone and everybody would be like "Oh yeah, normal conversation, yes"

Sebastian would love to dance with you. And trust me when I say this, he is good at any type of dance. If you two are ever at a ball, prepare your feet, because he's not gonna let go of you the whole night (unless his master is in danger of course).

He would be your #1 supporter, he'd go with you out to take photos, and if you asked him to look at some, he'd take a good long look at each and every one of them and describe in detail how he feels about them. Also would go to any art shows you'd host if it came to it.

When it comes to sympathy and empathy, Sebastian also has a hard time showing these feelings. He's been alive for far longer than any human on Earth and he's a demon. He's never had any of the problems humans have, so naturally he doesn't kniw what it feels like to have them. Plus, before you came into his life, he didn't care much for them either.

However, he's gonna be there for you whenever you need him, emotionally or practically, even though he doesn't get your feelings.

You both have walls put up, you because of bad past experiences, him because as a demon, he has major issues with being vulnerable in any way. And I'm not talking just emotionally here, but demons are almost undestroyable, yet they have very few weaknesses that they just need to hide away.

It's rare Sebastian has a problem, but even if he had, you wouldn't know, because he thinks you, as a human, wouldn't understand and so he won't burden your mind with it. However, he's very perceptive and so if your behaviour changes, be it due to anxiety or a depressive episode, he'll know.

Now, he's not the type of person to try and break down your walls by force, but in situstions like these, where he's not sure how to help, you gotta talk to him and he won't leave you alone until you tell him how he can help.

He's not above carrying you around and doing everything for you until you're embarassed enough to tell him

He is very appreciative of your help around, since the other servants are good at everything but what they're supposed to do.

You with your tough love and Sebastian with his teeth rotting compliments and affection, it'd be honestly really funny to watch. He adores how you show affection, because it's different from most people he's known. But on the other hand, you can't expect him not to spoil you afte all the hard work you do every day?

He would really shower you in love and affection, because you deserve it and because it makes you flustered XD