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[ike-mcswains-mortician]

just thought about oakworthy and burst into tears. yeah no i'm okay.

[kombuuuu]

OH MY GOD I JSUT HAD AN IDEA. PAV WITH AN INSECURE GF :( hes so sad and he's js wondering why she feels like that :( and he like. buys her flowers and just like kisses all over her face and tells her all the things he loves about her :(

AHHHHHH PAV BABYYYYYY

….

Only you.

“Thithli, there is no one in any universe I love more.”

blushes giggles kicks feet twirls hair chokes a little coughs giggles again

—

There wasn’t a moment in time where Pavitr wasn’t infatuated with you.

From the second he’d seen you he’d already had all his love in his hands, down on his knees begging you take it from him and keep it for yourself.

He’d let you cave your way into his chest, rip his ribs and lungs apart. Let you curl yourself around his heart and make yourself home in his chest.

Everything about you made him feel like a sailor to the sea, called only by the softened sounds of your calming voice.

And every day, when you laid next to him, sleeping curled up against his chest. He would trace every line and crease of your face, every feature your body held. Every mark and blemish and would call you flawless.

Would close his eyes when his heart started beating a tad too fast, and would thank every god he’d ever known for bringing him to you.

So when you had the audacity, the gall— to feel insecure about any one thing, he had to shut that down like his life depended on it.

—

You were shaking, the trembles brimming under your skin a thorough show of your unnerve.

You were at an event, a pretty tame one considering the other Pav had bring you too.

And in the midst of all the talking and introducing, you had lost him. In a sea of around 150 people, you were isolated. Desolate in yourself.

So to say you were anxious was an understatement. You berated yourself, the small voice in your head giggling and snickering at your own anguish.

You should go find him.

Ohhh, yeah, sure. Cause if he walked away in an event he’d invited you too, he definitely wants to be found.

Jesus christ, It’s not like that.

Someone had brushed up against your shoulder, you jerked away quickly.

“I am so sorry.” You basically pleaded with the woman before she could even speak. She laughed happily, seeming to be completely okay with what just happened. “It’s no bother, sweetie. I bumped into you,” She laughed again. “,I should be the one apologising!”

You laughed with her this time, calmed but still beyond nervous. She turned away, leaking back into the sea of the crowd.

You damn clutz.

It’s fine, she wasn’t mad. She was nice, what the fuck are you on about.

She looked pissed.

She was smiling.

You felt insane, talking to yourself like this, you were in control of your own thoughts, why were they so against you?

Walking along the edge of everyone, in a decision to go find your Pav, you scanned the room for his face.

In the far corner, a way away from you, you caught sight of him.

He was lent against a wall, in a packed party, his hands gesturing wildly as he talked to a group of people. He paused for dramatic effect, before saying the lunch line. The group laughed with him, joyous in light of the story.

One of the girls, evidently closer to him than others, laughed exceptionally loud. Giggling and tapping his arm as she did. Pressing closer to him in a stumble, or, what was faked to be.

Pav glanced at her, paying no mind, before he slyly brushed her off. Your heart strengthened a little at the act. But when she pressed even closer, and he didn’t do anything about it, the hope was shattered.

Told you.

Please be quiet, just this once. Please.

..Okay.

You went to turn around, to get out of there before you could make yourself worse, you knew you were being irrational, insecure.

But you couldn’t help it, and when the girl caught your eye and smirked, your resolve had been broke. You turned quickly. making your way away from the party, from your lover.

You needed to get out of here.

Your thoughts were quiet, a buzzing running your mind. There was a sting in the back of your eyes but it was dull, like static had been shoved into your cortex.

Bile had rose to the back of your throat, trapped and never fully being enough to make you gag it up.

You ran cross the busy trafficked street, the cars were barely moving, but you still waved them down in thanks or sorry despite.

Like a woman from her crimes, you ran.

—

Pavitr shrugged the lady off once more, shooting her a nervous look. He was uncomfortable, and people were starting to take notice, except for her apparently. Seeing as every time he pushed her away, she pushed back stronger.

A witching giggle erupting when he made his jokes. He didn’t like this, going to tell the woman off, that he has a girlfriend, before someone else had done it for him.

Gwen basically came out of nowhere, which given the watch on her wrist— wouldn’t be impossible. She shoved her way between them. Putting her arm around Pav’s shoulder and chatting loudly.

He shot her a grateful look, sighing in relief while Gwen took the girls spot. Geeking him like an old pal before anyone in the circle could notice anything amiss, slowly, but forcefully pushing the girl farther and farther away from her friend.

“What’s up, Pav?” She smiled at him, speaking over the music playing. People greeted Gwen as she did back.

“Nothing much, Gwen.” He was genuinely happy now, his friend bringing him a security he hadn’t felt before.

“Where’s the girlfriend? She’s been coming to a lot of these with you, hasn’t she?” Gwen glanced at the scowling woman when she mentioned her.

“Oh! Yes, She’s been getting more and more comfortable with my family! So more family events. I’m so proud of her,” The stars in his eyes as he spoke “,Getting more confident as the days go by. I’m so happy with her.”

Gwen smiled at him, genuinely in awe that her friend had found someone to love like that. Who loved him back just as much, if ever more.

“She left.”

The grating voice of the woman brought it seemed, everyone in the inner-circle to freeze. She sound so smug, so happily responsible.

“What?”

“Oh, Yeah! A while ago, actually. Saw her leave when we were talking.”

Gwen cut it, anger lining her voice.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

The woman tried to play off innocent, trying to make it seem like Gwen was attacking her.

“What! Why would I? She looked pretty upset about something, Im not gonna intervene.”

“…Upset?” Pav whispered to himself.

Gwen peeled off of him, turning to the woman and indirectly interrogating her.

Pavitr took the chance to slip away, already on his way to grab his back and find his web slingers.

He reached the entrance to the main room, thanking the staff and grabbing his stuff.

Pulling out his phone he clicked on your contact, a photo of your squished cheeks between his thumb and forefinger while he kissed your temple the contact.

Pressing “Call Mobile.”, he waited for your answer. Putting his web slingers on in the closest ally he could find.

“C’mon, Shonu pick up.”

He put on his mask, not bothering with the rest of the shit while the tone rang out. Cursing something sweet, he put his phone in his bag, and swung it across his shoulders, shooting webs on either corner of the building, and launching himself forward.

—

When you came to it, there was a knock at the door.

You had spent the better half of an hour sitting in your bed, doing little to nothing but thinking about every flaw you could behold.

The way your voice sounded when you talked.

How you got nervous so easily, always in need of Pav’s soothing words to talk you through it.

To how you cried so much, and the annoyance that would cause him.

Every other thing stacked up and piled into this ugly amalgamation of why he would want to leave you.

And it was a lot of things.

You groaned as you got up, wiping the tears from your stained face, and patting your eyes to make them seem less puffy as you opened the door.

Pavitr was right behind it, flowers almost dead in his hand from how high speeds he was going to get to you.

“Did someone die?”

“Wha— Pav, no. No one died.”

“Okay good, because I got these flowers thinking I could be romantic but then realised if someone had died, probably not the time for romance.”

You giggled, the thoughts clouding you mind fading away for a moment and you relished in it.

“Can I come in?”

His voice was soft, and with the way his free hand reached out to caress the apple of your cheek. Thumb wiping away the remaining tears and comforting your heart. You couldn’t refuse him. Nodding to him, his hand fell from your face. You opened the door wider, letting him through before closing and locking it.

He went for your couch, ready to sit and talk to you. He wanted to know why you left, and not to take that lady’s words to heart—. But if you were upset, he needed to be there for you. In his heart, his head, every sense of his self— That’s what should be as a partner. The shoulder to cry on, man to love, and to love you himself. To give his all to you and let you take anything from him.

You followed him to the couch, sitting next to him like a scolded child, guilt scratching at your gut.

He kissed your temple, placing the flopping bouquet on your coffee table.

“[Name], Whats wrong? Why’d you leave without coming to get me?”

You cringed, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to—,” your voice was trembling. “,—I just..”

You cut yourself off, pushing the ball of your palms into your eyes, the tears falling from the creases of your eyes and being wiped away in the same beat.

“I freaked.”

You sighed out, shaking in every inhale.

Pavitr’s shoulders sagged, a kind of saddened relief. Still worried but not nearly as much.

“You know you can come get me anytime you need baby, you must’ve walked all the way here, I mean—“

“—I tried.”

He paused. The sentence making his words fall flat in his mouth.

“Thithli—“

“You were with that— that girl. And I couldn’t—“

“[Name].” His stern voice interrupted.

“Sorry.”

“Please, Pari, don’t be.” He grabbed your hands, coddling them up in his own and shuffling himself closer to you. His knees brushing yours. You looked up at him, watching the smile lines etched into his skin slowly from.

“You know it’s only you, right?”

He was as breathless as you, less of a nerve ridden thing. More of a bashful blow.

A dumb noise left your mouth, a whine mixed with a sob. “I know.”

“Shonu. You are the only person in any universe I could love the way I do,” He promised you, the sincerity in his voice putting your mind at an ease only he could bring.

“,You understand?”

He moved ever closer, slipping his hands from yours to grab your waist and pull you over him.

“Yeah—… Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled. He kissed the crease between your brows, smoothening it away.

Your teary smile melted his heart. Small whines still wracking your body.

“I know, Thithli, I know.” He whispered to you, rubbing your skin in hypnotising circles.

—

Later that week, you returned home to see flower (admittedly more alive) on your kitchen counter, chocolates and sweets placed next to it.

A basket of skin care, sweets and anything you could think of on your couch.

You put the flowers in your spare vase, running a small bit of water for the plants to drink. Putting the chocolates in the fridge, not before nicking one. The caramel of the sweet making your heart ache.

You entered your room, a small envelope with a heart on the lip gaining your attention.

You approached with a smile, slipping your thumb under the paper to pull out the card.

A spider-man themed card was in your palm, you giggled at the silly image of your boyfriend on the front.

You opened it up, the words “Happy Birthday! You’re eight!” Crudely scribbled out and replaced with Pav’s messy handwriting.

“Have a good day, Shonu. I love you.”

—

once more i got out of hand this was meant to be 200 words tops

[dickinfectionbez]

Hiya adora 👋👋

It's me it's me..... date anon

So I thought about a few things and I really like really want to be called in the story ofcourse Circe cause of yk the Greek goddes she was my favourite and I'm in love with the Madeline miller novel. Also then you should have a name also. And and can we please have a Sapphic romance , I'm just dying to read about two girls falling in love. Okay after thousands of my requests which I'll love you forever and pledge my future kids to you like in rapunzel (the folklore version) if you accept them. Babes ive had so much things to say also quite unfortunate that I didn't come back to some mild altering statement again although I do have so much fun scrolling through your blog and catching up on all the aus. Babes I'm in love.

.............

Its been a few weeks before we see each other and during all those weeks everywhere I go , I try to look for your face in my surroundings. I text you alot but I'm scared that I'm playing my cards too early but as soon as the ding for a message come through all my worries are lost and all I want to know is what you have to say. I hang on to every word and store them in my mind like it's the last thing I'll ever hear. I walk around with a permanent smile on my face and in my head i say that I want people to take a look inside my heart cause it's beating wildly and it's alive and its screaming look she chose us look she likes us. You tell me about you work and all the drama around I tell you about my uni and how exams are coming up and I neglect to tell you that i can't concentrate on anything because it feels like every breath I'm taking is just the next breath till I get to see you. I want to see you and kiss you on the cheek and take your hand and run through the rainy weather because we both forgot our umbrellas. I want to sit and watch horror movies with you because I say I'm not scared but I just want and excuse to latch on to you andbto hold your hand and finally i just eant to be near you cause I feel like you're the sun and what is the moon without the suns light. Goodness sake i jsut want to be next to you . We try to make plans but you have work and I studying and I'm internally dying because I miss hearing your laugh in person I missed seeing your eyes twinkle . I miss all your hand gestures and how passionate you are about things. I want to invite you out but my mother's birthday is coming up and she's invited me however she wants me to bring a plus one and I don't have the nerve to ask you ir take you with me because I don't know what we are and i don't know if I uave the right yet. Although I would really love it if you were there with me but simultaneously I'm also scared of taking you because how am i meant to answer my parents when they ask what are you to me ? How do I give them an answer when I'm not sure of their reaction how can i make you feel as if I want to hide you but still I gather the courage and finally text you

Would you like to come with me ?

Babes see you next time. I really really enjoy doing this and I did look more into iconography its really fuckin cool oh my god !!

Also f1 is back so yayy for us also did you watch one day ??

<3🫂🫂🫂

Hello Date anon!!! I hope your uni is going well!

Your other ask got eaten unfortunately, but I remember what you wrote so yippee. Vale's stupid laying down smugcat picture has enchanted me and I fear it may be a permanent fixture of my blog now. If you think Circe is a bit old Timey, why don't we go for a name similar to it. Maybe one from the odyssey or as Circe means Bird in Greek, a bird-themed name like Paloma?

I'm so happy f1 is back and no I haven't watched one day just because I promised my sister I would but my mum ended up accidentally spoiling the end so I'm probably going to only watch the happy parts.

Okay back to the fun bit, a dual author sapphic romance, made via Tumblr asks.

We keep in contact, each message of yours distracted me from work. Maybe giving you a specific ringtone wasn't the smartest idea. But I didn't want to miss a text. My co-workers have begun to catch on that something is up, and they prod for more answers but I give them a smile, keeping you close to my heart. I've been caught many times during meeting smiling at my phone but my manager says nothing as my work is on time and she is invested in whatever is going on. I have a goofy smile on more and my mother has started to catch on, questioning me in the kitchen whenever she can catch me. She wants to meet the woman who has her daughter daydreaming. But I pat her on the arm, reminding her that we've just met and I don't want to scare you away.

We talk about work and I tell you about the new girl in product design, conveniently leaving out all the times she caught me biting my lip while messaging you. You tell me about your uni work and I laugh, remembering how I had nearly missed my last assignment, too busy daydreaming about you. I go to cafes under the guise of studying but I end up texting you. Or my friends who both are tired of me not asking you out properly and excited for the two of us. They tease me relentlessly but I joke about how at least I've got you on my arm. My friends remind me that we haven't seen each other for a while in person and my mood sours slightly.

We go out more cute dates that we don't call dates. More hand holding and stupid pickup lines that I googled the night before. More days spent thinking about what I should have done different when with you and more days spent with my friends telling me I should have made a move. I come more soaked on more than one occasion, my mother confused as I never leave the house without an proper raincoat. But if I have a raincoat how are we supposed to share an umbrella? How could I come so close to you without making things awkward.

The weather takes a turn for the worse, so we move to staying in. Whenever we turn a scary movie on, I thank mother nature for being so extreme. I laugh at the jumpscares, my heart threatening to leap out my chest as you hold onto me. You assume I'm scared of the movie and I nod along dumbly, your hair under my nose as I wrap my arms around you. I thank everyone and anyone who made it possible for us to be so close. I keep sneaking glances at your face when your distracted and I have to fight the urge to lean in and kiss whatever part of you I can.

You mention your mother's birthday and how you need a plus one. My heart leaps into my throat, who is this other person you could ask. You ask if I want to come with you and I have to stop myself from sounding too enthusiastic. We agree the time, date and location before you leave. Normally whenever you leave I end up stomping to my room, hiding under blankets. But not tonight. I rush to my mother, quickly telling her the news as she gives me a hug. I rush upstairs, texting the group chat as they start planning how I could impress your family.

I fall asleep after messaging you again, my phone in hand and a website about the flower language open.

[flovverworks]

something something mizukis fear of being left alone something something not cis something something akira

[onipanda379]

                                 the origin of the marks

a little fic thing about a young isa meeting lea, and an encounter that will foreshadow the marks on lea’s face as an adult.

The melodic chime of the school bells sounded across town, signaling the ending of the day. children filing out quickly from the old brick building, chattering and cheering as they were finally free. Catching up with friends they haven’t seen all day, racing each other and goofing around. Momentarily blissful in the slowly setting sun before having to settle in for homework and chores. 

Isa, a pale, blue haired young boy wove his way through the gaggle of his peers. Seeing rather uninterested in their thrill. It was just another day. And end that would lead to another day, back at school doing the same thing. He didn’t seem to understand it, but it wasn’t going to ruin his evening. He followed down a winding path, a tall stone wall on one side, trees lining the other side, canopying the sidewalk. It was his favorite way it go. It lead to the park, and that lead to the fountains. He always made a point of walking this way every day.

However, something different happened this day. When he stopped as a crossroads, he heard a faint sniffling coming from around the corner of the stone wall as it turned into another path. Sat in the ground was another boy around his age. Books and papers scattered around him, his bag a few feet away. His face almost as red as his hair. Green eyes swimming in tears. Tiny fists wiping angrily and ineffectively at them. He didn’t seem to notice Isa right away, but when he didn’t, he huffed, trying once again to clear his face. Trying to appear mean and unfriendly. But it was ruined with the streaks on his cheeks.

“Whadda lookin’ at, huh? Keep walkin’.” The red-haired boy struck out his arm, waving wildly.

Isa rose a brow at the boy, looking very much unimpressed. “You’re in my way.”

“Then walk around!” He’d whine, a little hiccup breaking up his trembling tone.

Isa rolled his eyes and leaned down, picking up the beat up bag, carefully picking up books and papers and placing them in the bag. He didn’t say anything while doing so, simply just cleaning up and listening to the boy whine at him. He didn’t know why he was bothering when normally he wouldn’t. Maybe it was the crying that got him. He’d never seen someone so upset, just sitting there. He just couldn’t just leave him like that.

The red-haired boy stood then, brushing the dust from his shirt angrily. He practically snatched his back from Isa’s hands. “Didn’t have to do that. I would have gotten to it.”

“A simple ‘thanks’ would have worked too, you know.” Isa retorted with a soft snort. There was very little bite in his words, more so amusement over the indigence in the other boy’s voice. However, that seemed like the wrong thing to say as the other boy’s tears seemed to brim at his eyes again. Face puffing as he tried to keep it in. 

Geez, this kid was a real crybaby, huh. Isa would idly note mentally.

“I-I didn’t need your help!” His voice would crack from his emotion.

Isa released a sigh, shaking his head slowly. What had he gotten himself into? He probably should have kept walking but-- here he was, feeling the need to get this kid to stop crying, it really got to him to see someone this visibly upset. He stood there a moment, jsut looking at the other boy as an idea formulated.

“What’s your name?”

The boy pouted. “Lea.”

“Well, Lea, I’m gonna make you stop crying.” He slipped his hand into his own bag, fishing around in it for a moment before withdrawing. A marker gripped in his fingers. A little smirk on his face. 

“I am not crying!” Lea huffed, eyes fixed in Isa’s hand. “What are you gonna do?”

“Well, you won’t be after I’m done anyway.” Isa said matter-of-factly. Uncapping the marker and moving the few steps to stand before Lea. There was no hesitation as he reached out, quickly marking two small marks, one on each cheek in a purple marker. Satisfied, he closed the marker with a snap. “It’s a spell, something I learned form this guy who says he’s a wizard. Those marks aren’t going to allow you to cry anymore.”

Lea blinked slowly, one hand lifting to lightly touch fingertips to his own cheek. He seemed rather confused by what just happened, but then quickly turned into huffy indignation. “Hey! What the... who goes and draws on someone’s face?” He waved a hand around in wild gestures. Far more animated than before. But-- he wasn’t crying anymore. Whether it was the ‘spell’ that worked, or just the silliness of the action, it was hard to say what really worked.

Isa smirked, stuffing the marker in his bag as he started to walk around Lea. “See? You aren’t bursting into tears like a crybaby. It’s already working.”

[bitegore]

what are,, your oc(s) hobbies and or subconscious habits? (Ajshshahs I need to look through you OC stuff when I get the chance thEY SEEM RLY COOL)

cut for length

Taz: 

Hobbies

he does. things

theoretically

in reality he hasn’t really got a hobby so much as a collection of things he could do but got tired of a week ago and isn’t doing, and currently occupies his time by kicking around bouncy balls with the other clanmates around his age and failing at various crafting hobbies. 

he is a terrible sculptor

this has not yet stopped him

and it will not for another week

and then he will get bored and go learn how to make swords. for a week and a half

and then he will move onto the next

ad infinitum

Unconscious Habits

He plays with his hair while he’s trying to think of the solution to a minor problem. only problems of the minor variety, though. 

he likes to make “problem conclusion” lists, and he almost always does it in sets of three. 

problem

problem

problem

conclusion

the conclusion is always “oh shit,” immediately followed up on with “how do i lie my way out of any potential consequences

hints: he cannot

he is however good at talking other people into things

He’s immensely irritating when he is given any hints about anything, because of the simple fact that he isn’t any good at letting shit go. If you give him a hint, he immediately obsesses over what it means.

His ‘tells” 

over small lies is that he likes to stare at his hands or rub his left thumb and middle finger together.

over large lies he tends to stare straight forwards and startle more easily than usual; he also keeps his hands in his pockets. 

over really serious shit he’s actually a genuinely impressive liar. the second the pressure is greater than his ability to rationalize the problem away, he passes all the way through panic and into a sort of plateau of non-panic beyond panic, panics remotely as in he thinks about the potential consequences but cannot feel them, and then fakes it like there’s zero pressure on. 

then he goes home and has a minor breakdown but first! first he’s fine

he really doesn’t like when his friends die and aggressively community bonds in retaliation. he has adopted Many animals and had to let them go :(

Rex: 

Hobbies

ah yes the Man With Normal Hobbies that include

making knives

making knives out of wood

making knives out of metal

counting random objects

alcoholism

sitting on top of trees

running away from serious conversations

lies

poker

cheating at cards

Unconscious Habits

self loathing

thats not even unconscious he jsut spends most of his time actively gaslighting himself over bullshit and hating himself for the fact that he sees it as his own fault despite the fact that, you know, it wasn’t

sarcasm

ironic detachment

alcoholism

also not even unconscious

ptsd-related hypervigilance

he likes to talk about numbers all of the time. 

“tells”

when cheating at poker, he likes to tap his fingers on the edge of the table as a ‘fake’ tell. 

when he’s actually bluffing at poker, he taps his fingers on the inside of his palm. He also does this when he’s lying about things he doesn’t think anyone will notice. 

If his hands are shaking, he’s trying to make you think he’s lying. It’s another fake tell. 

if he goes from gesturing wildly (normal) to holding almost normal-person levels of still, there is something very wrong and he’s scared out of his goddamn mind

rex is like me. hyperactive. except he’s more because he has fewer distractions

rex holding still is almost always hyperfocused on something that makes him either very sad, very angry, or very, very scared

and being that things that make him sad tend to direct him straight into fear, and things that make him angry cause an explosion immediately afterwards, uh

yeah

if his eyes go solid black! He will attempt to murder you at some point

that isn’t a tell per se but it is true and helpful