#lmk if you'd prefer something else :)

[firejugglinghobo]

@withinkandquill liked for a basta starter 🔪

Basta was having a bad day.

It wasn't his fault he'd overslept. The maid who was supposed to wake him with his breakfast this morning had apparently snuck out of town during the night.

Which meant he'd missed the search for her, which meant he'd already been on Capricorn's bad side by the time Dustfinger blew in claiming he had new information on Silvertongue's whereabouts.

Basta had already been putting together a team and a plan in his mind to go pick him up when that dirty-fingered bastard had reminded his boss of last time.

Last time shouldn't even count; they'd gotten bad information, which wasn't Basta's fault. Just because he'd been the one who ended up in jail with a black eye and a poorly forged ID, didn't mean he was to blame for the whole thing going south.

But he was already in a poor enough light in Capricorn's eyes today for the reminder to push him over the edge and not only leave him behind but saddle him with the most demeaning task possible: babysitting.

At least he had the small satisfaction of the memory of Dustfinger's face when the sentence had been passed, the glow of satisfaction melting into a sickly pallor as realization of what Basta could do alone with his daughter dawned on him.

Too bad Capricorn wanted her untraumatized so they could use her as leverage.

"So, do you talk?"

He knocked back a mouthful of amaro as he leant back against his kitchen counter. Nobody said he had to do this sober.

[heartsdefine]

@wayan9an (hale) — rook starter call / accepting!

        “one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere.”

[memoriescut]

STARTER | @aeternxs

there was a time pudding believed her homeland would stand tall forever. who could ever purposely oppose against the great charlotte linlin and win? no one, because her mother's reputation was larger than life and her infamous rampage even larger - yet now, as pudding stands in what's left of chocolat town, all she sees is an ice covered graveyard.

"you're a doctor, right?" there's urgency in her tone when she turns to @aeternxs, embarrassment put aside about not remembering her guest's name. "you have to help me, some of the citizens are still under the rubble." the tear rolling down her cheek feels foreign for a moment, a sudden care for people who have not always been as merciful towards her. "please- i will pay if necessary."

[scgarhigh]

" i liked you better when you knew how to have fun, " there's a teasing to his tone, but a seriousness behind it. " now it always feels like you're trying to get me to behave, put me on some righteous path. a waste of both my time and yours. " because he'll never change, was born chaotic and it's how he'll die. \ @superzstars

[gccdwitch]

@imaginc liked for a starter! (2/2)

“Hey, heeey.” Dylan pokes out a little more from his car’s window, the vehicle slowed down enough on the empty street to keep up with the other’s pace. “Do you need a ride somewhere? It’s raining pretty hard. You’re going to catch a cold like this.”

[gravekeeps]

@ofdisregard sent ' [ damnation spring ] : one percent's not milk, it's water. '

" thanks for making me breakfast, clara jane, " she mimics his voice, rolling her eyes at the comment and shaking her head as she pushes the plate over to him. " you know i don't disagree with ya but life don't have to be all complaints all the time. " grabbing the long stick she'd placed beside her, she prods the fire and looks towards the mountains where the sun would soon crest over the tops. " i have to go soon - my daddy'll be lookin' for me and y'don't want that trouble. "

[vitaegratis]

@rebelcliche​ asked:“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

"well i could make assumptions, but that’d be kind of arrogant, wouldn’t it?” they haven’t addressed what happened at the party since it happened - her coming onto him, his stupid teasing, and her bailing. they haven’t really had a moment to do so, where it was just the two of them. “...upset, or... embarrassed. look, if you want to blame it on the booze, that’s fine. i just want you to know, it’s the only reason i didn’t... and i’m wondering. if it’s the only reason you did.”

[csial]

@itorisen summoned.

"Careful, step too close to the endless abyssal depths... and you may be swallowed by the tides..."

From behind rocky outcrop half-submerged in the gentle waters appears the bipedal form of that which lies in the deep. Movement fluid, he steps in the waters, seemingly leaving no print of the sands, coming to rest a distance from the one of the earth and land. There's tension there, the kind that is wary of the other, not yet festered into hate as it would come to be in years to pass, not yet tainted by what the archon war wrought.

"It has been a while since you stepped so close to my domain..." Arms fold across Osial's chest as he comes to the water's edge, avoiding crossing further than the place where their realms collided, refuting chance to be accused of trespassing. "Have you tired of entertaining your assembly and sought conversation at the shore? Or am I just a business visit..."

Teeth clench, words hiss quietly in a soft lilt, idly wondering which is worse. To be but a fleeting amusment to another when their duty tires them or to be reduced to a duty... He does not know which he prefers, perhaps a third option entirely.

[bbokicidal]

Perfect As You Are | SKZ [Y.J, K.S, H.H]

[3.] Jeongin, Seungmin, & Hyunjin w/ a plus-size partner

[SMAU MINI-SERIES]

Pairing: Yang Jeongin, Hwang Hyunjin, Kim Seungmin x Plussize!Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff/Suggestive [MDNI] Warnings: Insecurities mentioned, big-chested!reader, plus-size!reader, mentions of weight and eating in Jeongin's scenario

Notes: This is a mini-series where YOU can send a request to my inbox with something you'd like me to write about that may be considered an insecurity; Chest size, body type, or anything else you can think of! (And if you want a specific member for comfort, lmk!)

Extra Notes: Is using the term plus-size what people prefer, or is there another term that is more widely used and appreciated? Curious!

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ I.N ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Seungmin ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ Hyunjin ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

[ofnocturncs]

CLOSED STARTER ;

╰    ˟  ⊰   ━━━━    ✧     A  HONEYED  SMILE  GRACES  HER  LIPS.  she  dips  into  a  low  curtsey,  hair  the  color  of  midnight  gently sweeping  over  her  shoulders.     ❛ your  grace. ❜      the  sweetness  of  her  voice  matches  that  of  her  smile.  when  permitted,  aveira  stands  up  tall   &&  loosely  folds  her  hands  in  front  of  her.  there  is  a  regal  aura  about  her ;  from  the  way  she  carries  herself  with  such  grace  to  the  pink  flush  of  her  cheeks  &&  the  glimmer  in  her  eyes.  she  is  a  soft  silhouette  but  beneath  it  all  lies  a  will  &&  determination  that  could  level  cities.  a  spirit  made  of  want  &&  desire.  the  crown  that  sits  atop  her  head  is  every  bit  earned,  even  if  it  was  suddenly  left  behind  by  her  parents.  a  fine  QUEEN  she  has  turned  out  to  be.  but what  kit  was  doing  so  far  from  the  comfort  of  his  own  kingdom,  she  did  not  know.     ❛ i  must  admit,  your  arrival  has  surprised  me.  take  this  to  no  offense          ━━          my  doors  are  always  open  to  you          ━━          but  i  hardly  believe  you  just  so  happen  to  be  passing  through. ❜      

@l1teraes

[fcvcrdream]

@springbreezc​  based on this 

“oh you have got to be kidding me...” silvi shook her head with a scoff, clicking her tongue as she saw her ex sat at the table. her ex who was supposedly her blind date. her best friend was going to get a thorough talking to in about an hour, “katie really thought she was being funny with this one, huh?” 

[777heavengirl]

the one with the family matter

sirius black x reader ! - 2,157 words masterlist bags masterlist A/N: Early chapter today! i usually post rlly late at night... what would you guys prefer? morning/afternoon like this one/the usual night update? lmk <3

Most mornings at 717 were nothing short of blissful. Or at least they used to be.

More often than not Sirius and you got lost in your cloying domestic bubble. The early morning hours passed by you like the rest of the world simply did not exist. By the time you crawled out of bed, which wasn't late by any means, Sirius had been up for a while. He rarely slept, properly that is, always restless and full of adrenaline. Sometimes he'd make breakfast, or fetch something from a nearby bakery, greeting you with a smile and teasing nicknames. His record player hummed songs that were engraved behind your tongue, the repetition of them causing them to be forever in your mind. Like a reflex. Other times, when you could tell he felt poorly, dragged by the weight of his family and his nightmares— you'd wake up to an empty apartment and a note on the counter. The neon pink Post-it from the muggle office supply store stuck to the handle of your coffee cup.

At Prongs's!

or the more vague,

On a ride!

He always signed it off with an - S, his quick slanted cursive and the small smiley face he always drew on it made the corners of your lips twitch up. Every morning your mug with coffee, prepared the exact way you liked, waited at the corner of the table, regardless of his presence. A heating charm on it so it'll never grow cold. 

Recently, this pattern had vanished. When you had work you’d still do it, make his coffee, two sugars with cream, and stick a post-it on the handle. Sometimes with a happy face drawn right in the middle of it, other times with a small message,

don’t forget to help James build the baby’s crib!

picking up pastries for tonight!

have a good day!

But they largely went unmentioned, but Sirius didn't say much these days anyway. You both danced around it, good mornings and the rare good nights were said but not much else, there was no baking together on your off days, no impromptu trips to the fresh market, no rides on the tube clinging to each other. No, you went alone now, and when he did go with you— only when the apartment was finally completely barren of food, the two of you apparated in and out. Silently. 

On your off days when your eyes watered looking at his closed door— you didn’t even know if he was in there or not— you’d go knock on Remus and Peter’s door. Sometimes only one of them would be there, sometimes both of them, they’d greet you with tea, or sweets, and Peter would ramble on about his shitty lower-level ministry job while stuffing you full of cookies, Remus would talk to you about his mother’s swaying health and how his job at the muggle supermarket was actually kind of enjoyable, how he was trying to quit smoking, but I keep smoking the whole bloody pack the closer it gets to the full moon. Other times, Remus would see you through the peephole and knock back, Sirius is there. You’d slink back up to your apartment without further refute. You missed him, dearly, you hadn't woken up to a coffee or a note since you told him about your job. You didn’t dare say anything.

The two of you still sat, on opposite sides of the couch now, to watch your soaps every other night. It was the small bit of comfort you held onto. Sometimes he left halfway through, like water slipping through your fingers. 

You kept finding empty cigarette packets all over the apartment.

It felt kind of silly, you didn't understand what his problem was. He should be happy he isn't pouring his entire trust fund down the hatch with you. He was disowned, whatever money was in his safe at Gringotts was it. No more. To be fair you had not a single clue about how much was in there anyway- but it really isn't any of your business.

This morning was one filled with his absence. You tried not to worry, but you couldn't help it, his absence feeling like an omen. The apartment motionless and cold, the way the air feels right before the rain. This morning wasn't any different, the darkness of the sky settling a gloom over you. You hugged the coffee close to your chest between sips, your fingers twirling the red marker as you completed the crossword on the Daily Prophet. You pondered calling your mom briefly or going down a floor to pester Remus and Peter— What use is it to live in the same buildings as your closest friends if you can't bother them? As you resolved to do just that, a harsh knock rang through the apartment. You faltered, Sirius had a key, not only that but he'd never knock that way. It was particular, heavy and urgent. 

A second round of knocks broke through your thoughts, so you padded over to the door.

If you didn't know better you would've said it was Sirius. But you could see, even through the small opening of the peephole, their clear differences. You swung the door open.

"Oh- my apologies I must have the wrong place- good day" He was quick to do a quick bow and turn away.

"Regulus?" The younger boy's eyes widened, and there was a stutter in his step as he turned back towards your door. It was startling, to see him. They were so similar, the high cheekbones, the darkness of their hair. Regulus sported a white streak, combed neatly along with the rest of his short hair. You could hear Sirius through your thoughts, mommy's boy. It was uncanny, to look at him, the roundness of their lips, the way their brows twitched in confusion. His eyes were greener but not any less piercing than his older brother's. They missed the warmth that emanated from Sirius’s gaze.

"What are you doing here" 

He opened his mouth and closed it quickly, piercing eyes analyzing your face as he finally figured out who you were. You tried not to take any offense. 

"Are you looking for Sirius?" The boy simply nodded and approached the door as you motioned him inside. "He's not in right now but I can- just come in I’ll find him for you-"

"I'm sorry I thought this was where he lived" You motioned him to sit at the stools of your high kitchen table as you closed the door behind him, the wood creaking as he hesitated between standing and sitting. It was strange to see cold, quiet, and clean-cut Regulus, with his dark sharp tailored coat between the warmth of your house. Between the mismatched furniture and portraits on the walls. So out of place, but you supposed he and Sirius were always out of place when compared to one another.

"He does, he's just out" You gave him a sweet smile as you started brewing some tea, marking the phone Lily insisted on installing in their house, and pressed your ear against the phone's receiver. 

"Hello?" Lily's crackly voice came through as she picked up, but you could hear Sirius and James chatting animately even through the static of the phone line.

"Lilykins please tell me my roommate is at yours… he has a visitor-" You stretched the cord as far as it could as you walked to get a mug out, the cable rolling back into its curls as you walked close again. 

"Tell him it's urgent please" Regulus spoke up as you spoke, and you could hear it now, the small twinge of panic in his voice. His foot bounced sporadically as if he was reminding himself he shouldn't bounce it but would still forget to stay still.

"Urgent matters apparently-"

"Get him out of my house please- I don’t know what lover’s quarrel you two are going through but hash it out soon will you? my sister's coming soon and I need to clean-" You chuckled, forced and breathless, and ignored the fact that she knew something was wrong between the two of you, you wondered what he had said about it. You didn’t ask. You bid goodbye and hung up the phone back in its holder. Regulus’s quiet dragged you back down, you could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your figure as if he was analyzing you. You pursed your lips as you worked on his tea, mulling over what you’d say to him, it wasn’t often he came around. Or ever. He had never been in your home.

You had met, if you could call it that, Regulus Black exactly two times. 

One was at school, during your sixth year when Evan Rosier’s taunts finally broke through Sirius’s hard facade and he finally swung at him. It wasn’t pretty, the long-haired boy pinning down Rosier as they both landed blow after blow at each other. Both you and Regulus pulled your respective friends away, the boys bloody and bruised. It wasn’t much of an introduction nor did you even speak, but you could see even then the soft, blue state of Regulus as he looked at Sirius. Sad and alone. 

It reminded you of Sirius when he was younger. Of when you first met.

The second time you saw Regulus Black was at graduation, right after Sirius handed you the matching key. Between bubbling excitement and clinging to each other, Sirius’s face broke, a flinty stare taking over. I’ll be back love, his lips pressed against your temple as he moved away. You could see him arguing with Regulus behind a pillar, mirrored expressions on their faces. 

It was eerie, like watching Sirius through a funhouse mirror. The same but- not. Almost but not quite. 

Reflections of one another, but neither measuring up.

“Can I ask what brings you here?” You poured the tea into his mug, bringing it over to him. His hands immediately wrapped around it and he took a sip.

“I’m afraid it's a private family matter-” you hummed in acknowledgment, brows raised as you asked:

“Thought Sirius wasn’t family anymore,” You didn’t mean to be hurtful, you knew how hard Sirius’s disownment had been on Regulus too. It was quite possibly the only thing Sirius ever spoke about regarding leaving his family. How heartbroken he was to leave his brother, how shattered Regulus had been too.

“Sorry that came off harsher than I intended-”

“No- you’re right, but I reckon he still deserves to know,” Regulus refused to meet your eyes, staring deeply into the liquid in the deformed pink mug you had made with Sirius sometime last spring when he insisted on taking a pottery class. Your skills weren't quite there. 

The two of you stayed quiet for a beat, fighting the urge to ask again. Regulus fought not to tell you. 

“Are you engaged yet?” You almost spit out your tea.

“W-what?”

“Did Sirius ask you yet? To marry him?”

“Sirius and I aren’t together-” You felt your cheeks warm, you were lucky if Sirius even spoke to you these days.

“Oh…” His expression paled, eyes wide as he tried to understand what you were telling him. “My apologies I just thought… never mind-” He looked away again, taking slow sips of the tea again, “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay…”

“I just- he’s always talked about-” The air crackled with a small crack and pop, interrupting Regulus, Sirius stood in the middle of the room now. Regulus stood up, the tea abandoned on the table as he faced his older brother.

“Sirius-”

“What do you want? How do you know I live here-” Regulus took a step back, a deep breath inflating and deflating his chest as he looked at you, and then back at Sirius. Sirius got closer, barely two steps away from his brother. Looking at them now, side by side, you could see the differences. Not physical, no in that aspect they were two sides of the same coin. But Sirius stood tall, proud, and defensive like he was made of iron like nothing could hurt him. Teeth bared, ready to bite his way through. Regulus stood the opposite, straight but restrained, almost as if ready to take a hit, arms behind him and clutching his wrist with white knuckles. 

“May we talk in private?” 

“I’ll leave-” You made to move, 

“Stay put- No, just spit it out Regulus-” You could see the sadness crack through Sirius’s tough demeanor. You could tell from the red rim in his eyes, and the way he stood straighter, face raised ever so slightly. As if ready for a fight. You knew he could never physically fight his brother, but if Regulus stood in your kitchen any longer Sirius might break and cry. 

You thought of calling James.

“Mother is dead… didn’t wake up this morning”

[tinykittendelusion]

Seventeen as nicknames they'd call you

a/n : this is just a general one as I'm just starting out :)

tw: none mostly fluffy

Scoups

would love to call you anything which is a shorter form of your name at first but would love to call you 'yeobo' especially when he's asking for your attention.

Jeonghan

would jokingly call you the devil to his angel to annoy you but would normally call you jagiya.

Joshua

this gentleman would call you only babe or baby the first time he did the guys laughed how red the both of you had become.

Jun

jun normally called you bao bei and other cute nicknames in Chinese. If he is jealous he would resort to call you babe and yeobo just so the other guys staring at you understand whose you are.

Hoshi

this guy called you baby tiger regardless of who was around. You guys got a few laughs but neither of you cared.

Wonwoo

He loved calling you princess and he even treated you like one. He just loved seeing you blush whenever he called you his princess.

Woozi

In the beginning you had thought that woozi would not be big on nicknames so did woozi but turns out his favourite thing to call you was my pretty girl. Although he would rarely call you that on your face but that's how referred to you when talking to anyone.

Dokyeom

this sunshine would refer to you only as my baby and nothing else. According to him it was the perfect way to express his love for you and also clear any confusion anyone else might have.

Mingyu

This puppy absolutely adored you and he would use all kinds of pet names and nicknames for you. His favourite was darling he adored seeing you blush every time he called you that.

Minghao

Like jun he too would prefer to use Chinese nicknames but his favourite was Qīn Qīn. He would love explaining the meanings of all the nicknames to you.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan being the dramatic and romantic baby that he is would love to call you nae sarang. He liked how cute it sounded and more than that he liked how you blushed every time you heard it.

Vernon

This boy liked keeping things simple and he wasn't big on nicknames so he often called you by your names but sometimes would call you baby or cupcake especially when he wants something.

Dino

This guy loved calling you nicknames although they kept changing right now he was calling you cookie but he's called you cuties patootie, babygirl, darling honeybee etc. he likes picking nicknames that make you laugh. He likes seeing you smile.

a/n: Hope you guys liked it lmk if there is anything you'd want to see.

[indigochromatic]

hi. this may seem out of left field, but is there any research on how OCD, Autism, CPTSD, and plurality can mix together? yes, all of them/any combination of them, because we *think* our plurality began due to our OCD spawning someone and it cascaded from there, and we'd like to know if anyone else has had similar experiences, or knows anything about it. a caveat being we aren't diagnosed with DID, and covid recently burnt out our headspace and internal communication. maybe you can find something we can't? we dunno

Hey there! Damn, that sounds rough, I'm sorry. Short answer is yeah, absolutely, this stuff can all be connected for sure.

-> CPTSD and plurality of course have a pretty robust, well-established connection--not in the sense that they only ever go together, but that it's very common for plurality to exist and/or arise in concert with chronic trauma and hardship. Chronic adverse environments promote chronic dissociation, which is a well-studied risk factor/predisposing factor to developing dissociative plurality (and actually probably any plurality, based on anecdotal conversations with some intentionally-created system friends who have noticed that folks in their communities with more dissociative tendencies often tend to find the process of creating headmates to be easier). In most cases, studies on this stuff are looking at the relationships between DID and CPTSD, but a system doesn't have to have a DID diagnosis to be experiencing dissociative aspects to their plurality, especially in cases where they also have CPTSD and/or a history of chronic difficult life experiences.

-> Autism is unfortunately a very strong predictor for trauma, definitely because of ableism and the chronic struggles of living in an overstimulating and allistic-centered environment/society, but/and also because there's some research indicating that the neurology of autism itself makes a brain more likely to utilize trauma-response pathways: (this is a post we made talking about one of those papers, with a link to a news article about the paper). Also, and this is closer to an armchair theory of ours, but there are traits that tend to be more common in autistic folks that seem likely to be non-trauma-related additional predisposing factors for plurality--stuff like personification synesthesia (link and link), object personification (link and link), and mirroring-of-others tendencies that can look a lot like "temporary introjection"

-> We're less familiar on the research between OCD and CPTSD, autism and/or plurality--but one thing to note is that OCD itself can be a very traumatizing experience just innately, especially living with the disorder for many years. Also, the inverse is true: pwOCD are more likely than average to have experienced adverse and/or traumatic events (link and link). Autism and OCD are often comorbid (link and link). Also, and this was new to us to read, but apparently OCD is often linked to dissociative experiences, and some researchers have theorized relationships between OCD and maladaptive daydreaming (which is often considered to be on a spectrum with dissociative disorders like DID/OSDD, as well as sometimes co-occurring with them) Also, @curiousitycollective has a bunch of great posts detailing their experience with OCD + schizo-spectrum stuff + systemhood (hey! hope you don't mind the shoutout, lmk if you'd prefer I deleted the direct ping and I'll do it)

Hope this is helpful? What you're describing sounds super in line with what we've heard other systems talk about, just anecdotally. And plurality pretty much always has a way of becoming intertwined in various ways with whatever else your brain's got going on.

If you have more questions, or if you're looking for something more specific, lmk and we'll see what we can do. <3

-S

[gccdwitch]

@spicecbinet liked for a starter! based on this.

Loud thunder shakes the ground and it’s enough to send a chill down Robin’s back. They’re not afraid of storms, never have been, but there’s still something that’s unsettling about them. The flashes of lightning mixed with the unexpected ring of the doorbell are almost enough to have him feeling like he’s in a horror movie. There’s no one who would visit him unannounced and he makes sure to check the peephole before opening the door. “Oh, hey,” they greet their neighbor, awkwardly scratching the back of their neck. “Is everything okay? Anything I can help you with?”

[anintelligentoctopus]

Advent Has Arrived.. Which means like last year it's time for

🎄 CHRISTMAS CARDS 🎄

I'm making them! Again! Here's a sample of last year's

Trees, baubles, holly, snowflakes, ideas borrowed from old Sears catalogues, patterned paper, stickers, printmaking, all that good stuff

PLUS:

If you don't do Christmas (or you'd just prefer something less Christmassy) but would still like a card I can do a general Winter Greetings card (forests, snow, night skies etc.) as well

If you're interested, drop a line via inbox or DMs (or comment on this post and then we can move to inbox/DMs). And if anyone wants to do an exchange I'm up for that

And ofc if you share your address it'll stay private and won't be shared with anyone else

Open to mutuals, friends and longtime followers

P.S.

If you requested a card last year but it never showed up lmk and I'll throw in the moth print I included with them last year. Whether this year's cards will include anything new depends on what gets done