#many times...lemme cry in the corner

[rileysluvr]

simon riley has a thing for lips. your lips, more specifically.

whenever you’re with him, he can’t help but have his attention focused entirely on your pretty lips. stationary or not, smiling or frowning; tunnel-vision takes over and everything outside turns to muffled ringing and blurry objects. they’re just so sweet and full, and the different glosses you coat your lips in throughout the many days at work all have low groans threatening to spill over his own, each and every time he lays eyes on you. though, the only word that comes to his mind as his gaze is tracing over every curve and divot when he knows you aren’t looking, is fuckable. and he knows it’s wrong, but…

your lips would look so, so good wrapped around his cock. as far as the head goes, anyway; he knows just the tip would suffice in filling that tiny mouth of yours. still, his mind runs rampant at the thought of seeing just how much you can take. how long he can use you until you’re absolutely writhing and crying under him, begging for a break.

the way your lips would stretch and turn swollen in a way only he could give you, the prospect has him reeling. he’d turn a perfect, clever thing such as yourself into a fucked-out, ruined little toy. drool pouring from the corners of your mouth, nodding your dizzy head and smiling for more despite already taking everything he gave you.

unfortunately, simon riley doesn’t think his morals could become any more corrupt when he backs you into a corner and discovers you’ve never taken a cock in your mouth, ever.

the smirk on his face grows at your confession, and even more when he sees how flustered and embarrassed you’re getting under his stare. you had no choice but to tell him, you think. he takes your face in his big hands, mumbling something along the lines of, “poor thing…it’s alright, love. i’ll teach ya.”

and before you know it, mental entrapment becomes reality when he’s pushing you to your knees, back against the cold wall as you watch him pull his hard dick out from the confines of his cargo pants. big and mean, just like the rest of him, and you whimper at the lone sight of it. he’s pulling the tactical glove off his burly fist and throwing it somewhere off to the side as you watch dumbly, and wrapping his fingers around the throbbing veins and sheer width of his shaft.

you can’t say you’ve ever been this intimidated by anything, but you absentmindedly lick your lips with hunger as you await whatever he’ll give you, watching him slowly fist his fat cock right in front of your worried face. he snickers at the sight, mumbling more to himself: “i’ve finally got you on your knees, and you still manage to test me.”

“open up, baby, that’s right. stick that pretty tongue out, just like that. i’ll go easy on you,” he huffs, and you listen instantly.

“fuck. watch the teeth, watch it,” he tisks, and when you can’t listen—because, well, who could while being this dumbified on cock? it’s your first time, you can’t be blamed—he’s forced to shove a thumb in your mouth, right beside his cock to hold your jaw down. it’s a tight fit and your lips sting and jaw hurts from the further strain, but a few words can cure all. “that’s right, pretty girl. just lemme use this mouth like we both need, and i’ll reward you soon enough.”

“y’know how long i’ve been meanin’ to do this?” of course, you can only respond with muffled gags as he shoves himself deeper, back of your head pressing up against the wall behind you almost painfully, testing your limits. tears blur your vision but you keep your eyes on him because he told you to, and you’d be crazy not to listen to your lieutenant, even if his ethics have strayed to nothing short of utterly debauched.

“always teasin’ me with those fuckin’ lips, like you knew i’d be watching, eh? that was your goal, yeah, to get me t’teach you how to put them to good use? ‘cause it worked, lovie…doin’ so fuckin’ good for me already… ‘nd we’re gonna make you even better.”

you rub your thighs together and even try to rock your hips a bit, searching for any semblance of pleasure that’s equivalent to his, but it wont come. he laughs at you again, that fucking laugh that shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. “isn’t that right, princess?”

afterwards, he’ll shove his spent cock back in his pants and redo his buckle as he watches you, desperately panting on the ground in front of him and catching your breath. grasping at your throat, shoulders heaving, beautiful. he’ll join you in kneeling on the floor, frowning sarcastically when you’re barely able to meet his eyes while his are fixated on yours. and christ, the way your saliva and his cum drips over the edges just like he had imagined— no, even better. tears are permanently welled at your waterline and it’s no less than a gorgeous sight. he’ll study your every feature, every detail on your face that can give him any insight to what you’re thinking, feeling, wanting.

rather, it’s the way you shift in your uncomfortable spot and your thighs are squeezed together in his peripheral that has one corner of his lips curling, a scoff of amusement leaving his lungs. oh, he’s got you. his bare hand comes up to cup your face and the thumb that was once prying your jaw apart for his pleasure now caresses the apple of your cheekbone, almost lovingly, like he really cares.

“is my pretty girl wet?” he teases, giving you no time to compute the happenings of before your throat was tainted with the bitter-sweetness of his cum. he pushes a knee between both of yours, ignoring your groggy pleas of embarrassment, and shoves his other hand down your pants. he delves a thick finger in your cunt without any warning, and then another, effectively hushing your babbles and turning them into a strained hmph and bashful whimpers.

“tight little cunt’s practically soaked, and all from suckin’ your lieutenant’s cock?” you open your mouth to explain but a soft moan comes out before any words can, which might’ve been for the best. what could you even say in this moment? “christ, you’re a dirty fuckin’ thing, aren’t ya? and y’won’t even try to deny it… bet y’just love being treated like this, all mindless and stupid for your boss.”

he’s laughing at you, again. “we can’t just leave you like this, now, can we? are you gonna let me help you out, sweetheart?”

and with pinched brows, glassy eyes, and a quivering, alluring bottom lip, you can only think to nod your head, yes, sir.

[dontfollowme-kay]

Dante's love towards Eva

You can hate Kamiya for the yucky yuck romance potential between Dante and Trish in DMC1, I don't blame you (even though iirc he denied that accusation somewhere on twitter lol). But the thing that Kamiya did well is he actually included cutscenes showed Dante loves his mother, really. In just one game Dante spent about 3-5 times talking/thinking about Eva

"My mother always used to tell me that my father was a man who fought for the weak. He had courage and a righteous heart. In the name of my father I will kill Mundus!"

"Don’t come any closer you Devil! You may look like my mother but you're nowhere close to her. You have no soul! You have the face but you'll never have her fire!"

Mundus: "Those eyes... deep in them I see the same light as in Sparda's eyes."

Dante: "...Why my mother?"

Mundus: "That useless being? If you need a mother, I can create it as many as you want. Just like I created Trish."

Dante: "Silence!"

(You know what he's gonna say next here)

But when Dante was in Itsuno's hands, that "mommy" trait of him somehow was "reduced" post DMC1. The times Dante mentioned Eva ingame became incredibly sparse, and when he did, Dante used Eva to have conversations with Vergil rather than talking about her in a personal way for Dante himself

"So... my mother's amulet is the key that unlocks the door to the demon world. Good plan, pop." (DMC3)

"Yup, this is where it all started. The day mother saved me and... left you behind. The thing you don't know is, she tried to save you, too. She kept searching and searching... Until it killed her..." (DMC5)

"Well lemme jog your memory. A little Vergil crying in the corner because mommy got mad" (also DMC5 but Special Edition)

For a character who's supposed to have mother issues, it would be strange if that character barely was seen having anything to do with his mother. It's interesting if we think of Kamiya Dante as a "mama's boy", then with Itsuno Dante, both Itsuno and fandom seem to make him to be more "brocon" with Vergil entered the picture (please don't take this too literally, I just mean Dante's character focused more around his brother).

[chaotic-iguana]

Any or all of your characters washing readers hair for the first time.

yes yes yes please this is so good. let’s do it. lemme know what you think.

din djarin/javi peña/joel miller x reader.

masterlist.

washing your hair ficlets:

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Javi: 

angst, violence, hurt/comfort, allusions to sa 

“Lean your head back for me, hermosa. That’s it.�� His fingers run through your hair gently, untangling it before reaching behind you for the soap, lathering it in his hands before bringing them to your scalp. Your eyes are lined red with tears, the adrenaline crash leaving you with crippling fear. You’d gone after a lead blind, without waiting for backup, and the sicarios who cornered you had made it too clear what they had no fear doing to a female DEA agent. Choking on a sob, you watch Javi’s eyes soften in concern before pulling you into his chest. “It’s okay now cariño, I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Stroking the back of your head under the shower’s spray, he washed the soap out while soothing you softly. 

Joel:

angst, near death experiences, hurt/comfort

Too close. It had been too damn close with that clicker, and you both knew it. It had barely been an inch away from biting your arm when you twisted a blade into its neck. Back in Jackson after rushing back from the patrol, he practically ripped your clothes off of you, overwhelmed by the need to make sure you were okay. Safe. He pulled you into the shower, his hand never once leaving your body - grasping at your hand, shoulder, your waist. His hands were so gentle, even when running the soap over your body, as if he were afraid you would shatter under his touch. Like a mirage; an illusion flickering away to mock him, once again, of what he had lost. 

But you didn’t falter for a second, standing solid. Unyielding. Turning to face the faucet, you passed him the shampoo and let him card it through the matted, tousled tangles running down your back. The act of service, of monotony and repetition: detangling the hair, spraying it with water, rubbing soap into your scalp and rinsing it out - Joel needed this, and you knew. So you stood silently, letting his touch ground both of you. 

Din: 

fluff! din tries doing the nicest things for his wife and you cannot convince me otherwise. 

Din could die a happy man. He’d rented a room at an inn, dropping Grogu off with Karga for a few days alone with you after your riduurok, and here you were, chest-to-chest in his arms as you both lounged lazily in the bathtub. Such a mundanity - a luxury to him, but a mundanity to most. One that had quickly become the favorite part of both your routines. 

When he’d revealed his face to you, you were so overwhelmed you’d broken down sobbing; making him panic and spiral immediately. It wasn’t until your face scrunched up mid-cry and you mumbled something about it being so unfair that he was this beautiful and no one would know that his mind halted its panicked ramblings and he just stood to stare at you for a while. Beautiful? At the questioning look on his face, you’d sniffed and practically chastised him for being confused. At his amused, “I’m not beautiful, mesh’la, you are.” you’d frowned and said you’d prove it to him. Which involved many, many activities in various locations, one of them being washing his hair for him. 

Din couldn’t understand it from a practical point of view alone at first. Why would someone else wash your hair when you could do it yourself? It was the most menial part of his routine, one he barely gave any thought to, before you shushed him sternly and told him to turn around, Mandalorian, before I make you. Of course, your threat held no weight - you were a whole foot shorter than him, and you thought twice before hurting flies, but he’d obeyed it all the same. 

When your fingers first grazed his scalp, he’d nearly purred and leaned further into your touch. The way you tugged so softly on his tousled curls to pull them apart with a level of care that nearly brought tears to his eyes only made him fall deeper in love with you. And the adorable look of complete focus on your face, tongue poking out from between your lips as your brows furrowed in concentration made him want to kiss you, too. And he did, until you were both breathless and giggling in each other’s arms. It was the best thing anyone had ever done for him. And so today, he manouevered you into his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. Reaching down to peck at your lips, your nose, and your fluttering lashes, he could melt, beskar and all, at the sight of the smile you blessed him with now, followed by a giggle that made him feel a little dizzy. He brought his hands up to the loose braid you’d tied your hair into, and tenderly smoothed it out, wetting your hair and stroking it with such love that couldn’t help but reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

Very few would classify your riduur as a creature of comfort. What they wouldn’t know was that after long hunts or tough days, he’d take care of you with the most loving act he’d been shown - washing your hair. 

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @theywhowriteandknowthings

[issi-loves-dannyric]

someone older- Daniel Ricciardo

A/N i found this in my drafts and was kinda not vibing with it but do also

I might make a pt 2 idk lemme know

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Not a request but was listening to "Older" and thought of Daniel so had to write it out. Ignore mistakes, speak so many languages I just forgot my main one.

Warning- Horrible writing and barely angst

Maybe Pt 2

“I told you so” Is the first thing Daniel says to me when I explain to him my relationship with Jack.

“Thanks,” I say with a straight face rolling my eyes. Leaning my head on the cushion of the couch we are sitting on.

“I told you he was too childish but you didn’t want to listen to me” He sighs.

“I need to stop dating men my age, they are just shit” I sigh putting my face in my hands.

-

Looking through the club I try to find my boyfriend who somehow easily disappears in these situations. Giving up for a minute I walk to the bar for a drink pulling out my phone to check for any texts from him. Of course, none of the notifications are from him. Sipping the drink quickly I turn back to the dance floor and of course, met by my said boyfriend. The man dances with a group of women.

“Let’s go,” I tell him when I get closer earning a glare from him. Nothing new at this point, never scared me in the first place but gosh it’s an ugly look on him.

“Can you leave me alone for a few fucking minutes? You’re like a little puppy dog!” He says making the girls giggle around him.

“Okay, yeah, bet,” I reply walking away straight to the outside of the club.

Of course, the first number I call is Danny…the one person I could trust the most in the Formula One world since joining. He’s older than me but doesn’t treat me like a child thankfully. Danny gets to the club pretty quickly, and his face shows exhaustion. “Thank you, Danny,” I say looking up to the curly-haired man.

“Anything” he replies while pulling the door open for me. Flopping into the seat, quickly put on the seatbelt, I lean my head against the headrest.

“What happened this time?” He asked pulling away.

“I’m tired of him” I admit causing him to stay silent. Opening my eyes, looking at the man sitting next to me. His hair is slightly messy from probably waking up, and his face is slightly puffy proving it. Sighing I look forward again, I see from the corner of my eye him look over at me.

-

“Older isn’t always the best, some will treat you like a child,” Danny replies making me sigh. He’s right and unfortunately, the one I want.

“I know but couldn’t hurt to try, I mean before dating Jack…I-“ I stop slouching over onto the other side of the couch.

“You…?” He continues

“I only had feelings for a man older than me not just a few years old but many,” I admit pulling the blanket from the top of the couch. The silence from him made me anxious. “Don’t judge me” I tell him.

“I would never” he quietly says putting his hand on my leg. Shifting up again, this time I lean into him. Wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into him before leaning back.

“It was you” I let out, keeping my face away from him.

“What?” He asks quietly, I can feel his heart beating faster.

Lifting my head up, “It was you, from the moment I had met you. I went to date Jack because you clearly didn’t see me the same way. Jack seemed like a nice guy and you saying that it wasn’t a good idea made me want him.” I finished looking at the curled-haired man.

“That’s-“ he trails off.

“It’s fine” I sigh resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, I would move away but not now. He keeps his arms around my back; which isn’t necessarily unusual but not what he would always do. Well, do until Jack. He would rub my back and play with my hair if I was down. He doesn’t want me and I just ruined everything. He treated me like an adult cause that’s what I am.

Feeling heat hit my face, I know the next thing is my eyes getting teary and I will fully cry. Shifting back away from him, and getting up altogether, I decide the best thing is for me to go to the guest room. That way he doesn’t see that he was one of the reasons I cried tonight. The second I’m behind the door, I feel one tear roll down my face…then another and another. Not long before I’m fully crying. Going to the bathroom connected to the room, I wash my face and brush my teeth with my toothbrush left here. This is probably the last time I will be here. Walking over to the closet, I take out my hoodie and sweatpants I left here. Changing out of the dress I was wearing.

My head hits the pillow and it’s back to crying. My relationships go to shit because the man I want doesn’t want me. I pick horrible people in hopes they inflict a reaction out of him.

-

The morning felt heavy, pulling out my phone I’m greeted by text from Jack some from last night and some from this morning. Sitting up I start to go through them.

-Are you serious?

-you left me here?

-Fine.

-Where are you?

-Why aren’t you home?

-I’m sorry

-I was drunk, I didn’t mean it.

-Where are you??

-Are you with him?

-Whatever whore

My response to that is blocking him completely and taking down anything that had to do with him. Sighing Roll out of the bed, slipping on the slippers I leave here, I gather my stuff that I either left here on purpose or accidentally.

By the time I’m done collecting everything, I have a small pile sitting on the chair in the corner. Sighing to myself I start cleaning the room to look like I was never here. I can’t come back. I admitted my feelings and was greeted with silence but what else could I have expected.

Quietly as possible, I slip out the house and down the street. Opting for an Uber to pick me up from a local business instead. The whole ride filled with my thoughts eating me.

Could we have actually been something? What if I was older?

The second, I’m home I start to collect all the things Daniel has given me or left here. Putting them into a box in the corner of my closet. This is for the best? Maybe.

[4acoffee]

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.8k words

genre & warnings. fluff, pining but he doesn't realize it, baku in some serious denial, swearing (lot's)

notes. jusus FUCKING christ. im SO glad to be done with this you have no idea. It's been in the works for like three months I'm so done with this fic. pls lemme know if u like it if this flops ill cry. also sorry i havn't posted in like forever im a loser i know.

Katsuki Bakugou does not have crushes.

Crushes, were for stupid schoolboys and stupid girls.

Like you.

Yea, — if anyone had a crush, it had to be you. That's why you only smiled at him when he was looking at you. It's why you never tried to make eye-contact with him during class. It's why you never talk to him outside of class, and always walk on the other side of the hallway, and laugh at shitty hair's lame jokes.

There's no way someone like him, would like anyone like you.

Raccoon eyes was an idiot for even putting such an absurd thought in his head.

And it all started because he ran out of those stupid pencils.

Which was those dumbass's fault too. That week, dunce face broke all his pencils trying to do a ghost summoning trick in class and begged him to let him borrow one of his pencils. Which was annoying, but not a big deal because he's Katsuki and he was always fucking prepared.

But then, raccoon eyes lost her shit at the ugly grape fuck during class, and accidentally dissolved her only pencil in a fit of rage. Which meant he lost another one to her.

And then that same week, shitty hair was testing out his strength in class on pencils, snapping them in half with and without his quirk, he lost five pencils to his useless antics.

So by the time Friday rolled around, he had just one mechanical pencil left to get him through the day. Which would have been fine, ― if he didn't run out of lead right in the middle of fucking English class.

Now, he could have asked the teacher for a pencil, but she was this dusty, old hag, and Katsuki was known in his class for aggravating her to the point where her veins popped out on her face, and she would screech at him like a mad banshee. And Katsuki would rather pull out his own nails and stick them in his eyeballs like push-pins, than face the lecture she would no doubt give him if she found out he had come to class "unprepared".

So now, he was stuck, pissed off at everyone, multiple writing assignments to finish, a professor who never liked him, zero patience, and completely lacking in pencils.

Fuck his life.

And the day would have only gotten worse, if it wasn't for you.

He doesn't know how you knew that he needed a pencil. Then again, since you so clearly liked him, you must have been watching him all the time. You must have seen the miffed look on his face and noticed how he was furiously clicking his pencil for any lead.

Most people who didn't know him personally tended to steer clear of him for the most part. So needless to say, he was mildly surprised when small, quiet, you — tapped his desk with your little ink covered fingers.

You never spoke out much in class, and Katsuki only knew you as the voiceless girl who sat next to him in class and constantly kept at least one earbud in, drawing on your hands or doodling on the corner of your paper when the teacher was talking.

He figured it would be a miracle if you were even passing this class.

But when he turned to you with narrowed eyes, you held his gaze carefully, and held out a new pencil to him.

At first, he's less than pleased, ― Katsuki wasn't gonna just accept help from some random extra.

But you shook the pencil at him, urging him to take it, and he once again meets your eyes, ― long enough to realize that you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever met.

Brilliant, and mildly amused, your gaze held a sense of thinly veiled curiosity that peeked through the serene look on your face. There's a small smudge of blue ink on your forehead that pisses him off a little more for how much more endearing it makes you. You tilt your head and the sun peeking out from behind you makes the metal of your earrings flicker, catching his attention like a cat to a laser pointer ― the golden rays cast small shadows down the curve of your cheeks from your eyelashes and, and ―

― and he had been staring for way to long.

Scowling, he snatched the pencil out of your grasp and turned to his assignment, pretending to read the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you curl over your own paper and get back to work.

For the rest of class, he stole small, fleeting glances at your focused form.

He decided that he absolutely hated the way your hair looked glossy and soft in the light filtering through the window. And the way you tapped your foot on the floor to the beat of whatever music you listened to, and the intricate designs you often drew on your hands, slightly smudged where your fingers held your own pencil.

The bell signaling the end of class snapped him out of his stupor and he angrily stood up, sending his chair back with the force and shoving papers in his bag.

He's half way down the hallway to his next class when he realizes he's still holding your pencil.

He stares down at it with a glare and considers throwing it in the trash for a second.

Your face pops in his head for a second, (rather rudely, and unnecessarily if he might add), and he grimaces before shoving it haphazardly somewhere behind him in his bag.

.

The next day, Bakugou stomps over to class, fully restocked with his own pencils.

He sits down in his usual seat and glances at you without thinking. You were reading the board at the front of the class, but you turned your head to him when you felt his gaze on you.

His slouching position immediately straightened at a backbreaking speed like a soldier at attention.

Instantly, he wanted to howitzer himself into the next dimension.

What was he so damn jumpy for??

He fixed you with a defensive glare, like his ears didn't feel so annoyingly hot, "What!? Hah? I don't need your stupid pencils today. " he bit out.

You squinted at him, and his annoyance only heightened when he noticed the way your lips twitched upwards in amusement.

Did you think he was fucking funny or something?

"Ah, ― ok." You replied.

He twitched in his seat as he watched you turn your attention away from him and to something on your phone.

That was it?

That was fucking it?

He accepts your help one time and suddenly you can't spare him more than a fucking two word reply?

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

He glowers for the rest of class and makes it a point to not even glance in your general direction.

This works more or less to his favor for a few days, until he starts seeing you show up around him and everywhere outside of his class.

The moment he sees your eyes turn in his direction in the hallways, he swivels his head away so fast he nearly gets whiplash from the force.

Your outside after school waiting for a ride, and his carefully neutral expression turns sour when you don't even look up from your phone when he walks stiffly in front of you.

He catches you make icy hot crack a smile with some stupid joke in the lunch line, and he almost combusts into a nuclear explosion on the spot when he sees you ruffle his hair affectionately. How, and why the fuck were you acting so familiar with that damn candy-cane bastard?

The annoying voice in his head from before prompts him to go and place himself between the two of you, ― a physical divider ― but he immediately brushes it off again. He chastises himself for even allowing such ridiculous thoughts to enter his head over a useless extra like you.

.

Unfortunately, Katsuki in time comes to find that you’re not as useless as you seem.

As raccoon-eyes eventually manages to drag you into their tight knit group of friends, he begrudgingly realizes that there is much more to you than just ink covered fingers and pretty eyes.

You're one of the top students at the school. Picking up things easily, you don't pay much attention in school because you prefer to and work better doing things in your own time. You, however, make a horrible teacher, and any attempts to tutor his so called friends in any subject, end in more jokes cracked than brains, and it's all too easy for you to dissolve into half giggles and smart remarks with them.

Your also, a little shit, he discovers, much to his chagrin.

"I still can't believe you go to bed at 8:30 like an old man."

The sly gleam of your eye when you join forces with his friends to tease him makes him want to slap his hands directly over your stupid eyes because he hates the way he's so automatically drawn to them.

And that stupid fucking twitch of your lips whenever he speaks to you. Like your trying to hold back a smile. Why the fuck do you do that. The fuck is wrong with you. Just smile like a normal person dammit.

So fucking distracting.

Especially when he starts bringing you new, colorful pens for you to draw with for when yours run out of ink. And the wipes he keeps stored in his bag for the teachers that kept threatening to email your parents if they saw you drawing on yourself during class.

God, you had to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Which he swears up and down is the only thought running through his head as he sits next to you at the library with his chin in his hands.

Definitely nothing having to do with the fading sun weaving through your hair in strands of gold, or the plush of your lips when you bite into them distractedly.

And your godamn eyes. Calm, sweet little almond eyes, so, ― pretty.

(Seriously, when the fuck did he start using words like "pretty").

It takes him a second to sense that said eyes were now focused on him. Unwavering and almost downright pleased in a way that made his hands clam up and saliva build up in his mouth.

"Hey Bakugou, you in there?" You ask cheekily.

He bites back a snarl, "Fuck off, tiny."

You raise your hands in mock surrender. "Ok, Ok, ― just making sure we didn't lose you into the void, you were looking pretty intense there."

"Shuddup I was just thinking."

"About me?"

"No, what the fuck?!" He seethes, ignoring the librarian who sent him a stern look from her desk.

You snicker and he almost jolts out of his seat when you scoot your chair way too close to him.

You jostle his feet under the table and he kicked back impulsively. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to purposefully tangle your legs together, pulling yourself to the very edge of your seat.

Suddenly your face is right in front of his and he stiffens when you twist your fingers into the sleeve of his school uniform.

"Aw, you don't like me then?"

He absolutely hates the way he can hear the blood pumping into his ears.

"No, I fucking hate you. I can barely stand being around you." he bites out somehow.

He's taken back for a second from how fake the words sound even to himself.

"..."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you turn your eyes away from him and to your lap, lowering your eyebrows. Your lips fall into a deep pout that leaves him wanting to smush your cheeks together in his hands.

You look utterly crestfallen.

"That's kinda mean yunno." You say to him softly. "I really thought you liked me Bakugou."

He blinks at you in alarm.

He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously. You never do any other time. You knew there was hardly ever any real malice behind his words to his friends.

Right?

"It's ok if you don't, I understand. But, uh, I'm gonna go home now." You say quietly, without meeting his eyes.

Shit, ― he thought.

Did I, actually go too far?

You remove your fingers from his sleeve and make to grab your things to leave.

He panics, he couldn't let you go like this!

Frantically, he grabs your hand and pulls you close to him.

"The fuck are you talking about?! Are you really that stupid?"

You look at him sullenly and try to pull away. He doesn't let go, but stands up to keep you pushed against the table.

Katsuki is reeling at the feeling of your skin under his, but tries to keep himself focused on the situation.

"Of course I fucking like you, dumbass." He nearly growls without meeting your gaze.

"I always buy you shit and make you food don't I? You think I'd spend my money and time on ya' if I didn't like you." Katsuki grumbled.

He can't believe what he's about to say.

"Thoughtcha' already knew you were my favorite." He mutters.

He down at you and freezes on the spot.

You have the most shit-eating look he's ever seen in his life on your face, and he later swears left and right to himself that he spots the slightest flush spreading across your cheeks.

Your goddamn eyes are once again so fuckin bright and he can barely process anything else with the way you're smiling at him.

"Bakugou,―i'm your favorite?!" You blurt out.

"I knew it! I can't believe I got you to admit it!!" You said horribly happily.

Katsuki stares at you in disbelief. Was that all a fucking act?

Your positively glowing now and Katsuki wants nothing more than to slap himself for falling for your stupid tricks again. How fucking dare you use your goddamn face against him like that. You were just playing with his feelings at this point.

He's about to tear his hand off your arm in a fit of anger when you pause your giggling and suddenly grab him by the collar of his uniform and bring his ear right next to your lips.

"Yunno, ― your my favorite too ok? Don't forget that." You whisper conspiratorially.

Your breath on his skin makes him nearly tremble, and he just knows that you can feel how hot his face his when you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before pulling away to grab your things and disappear just as quickly.

Katsuki is sure that he probably looks like he just got hit by a train.

A dazed grin makes its way onto his face that he desperately tries to hold back, but fails as his fingers brush the spot where your lips just were.

All at once the feeling fades when his eyes meet the absolutely delighted looks of his friends from across the library.

They make all sorts of kissy faces and obscene gestures that has his face looking the same color as his ruby eyes.

He scowls deeply and turns to angrily make his way out of the library.

As he passes a window, he pauses when he catches sight of your figure walking across the campus.

Ink-covered fingers pressed to your lips.

-

If there's one thing most people don't know about Bakugou's friends, it's just how perceptive they really are. Their normally aloof and carefree behavior seems to veil the fact that they are indeed future heroes and they have trained to be finely tuned to each others behavior.

So it didn't take long for them to notice a shift in the actions of their angry blonde friend.

It took even less time to connect the dots to you.

And naturally, ― they began scheming.

Perhaps not scheming per say, ― as they watched Bakugou zone out in your direction for the nth time that day at the library, Mina smacked Denki over the head one day for using that word.

"We're not scheming anything Denks." she whispered.

"Then why are we whispering?" He muttered back, rubbing his head with a grimace.

She sighed deeply and massaged her temples.

"We just need a way to get him to realize that he's feeling an emotion outside of acute bloodlust and anger for once." she explained.

"So then what, do we like, plot an intervention or something?" Sero supplied.

Mina, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, with great effort, resisted the urge to send an acid quirk infused slap in his way.

Sensing this, Kirishima was quick to pipe in, "C'mon guys, nothing like that, Bakubro just need a little push in the right direction, is all."

Mina nodded in approval.

"Blasty's smart, he'll understand what needs to be done once he works out his feelings. Hopefully."

A mummer of understanding passed through most of the group.

Sitting up straight and cracking her knuckles, Mina whipped out a pen and piece of paper like a weapon, "Alright boys, don't worry, your girls got just the plan."

Kaminari made a face like he just struck gold.

"Ohhhh! Okay. So we're planning an intervention."

"For FUCKS SAKE―"

masterlist

[docwritesshit]

HEY ANGST LEMME SLIDE IN THERE-

Redson x Sister!reader Angst as redson is kinda mad about her dating now and then they get into a huge fight and some PIF mother comfort please and a happy ending? One shot please...........

Ooooooh? Gladly!

Redson x Sis!Reader Angst

“YOU CANT JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT AND NOT FUCKING TELL ME!” Redson exclaimed, flames already starting to spurt out the strays of his hair. You growled, slamming you hand down on the table

“It was a spur of the moment thing! I texted you the first chance I got!” You shot back. She scoffed.

“That’s hardly any notice! And how long have you known this one?”

“That’s why it was a date. The point is to get to know each other! And I had fun! They didn’t even do anything!” You explained. Redson gave you a stern glare.

“You are old enough to be courted now. And you know that you have to run potential suitors by Father and Mother, and me. You should have done so before going off.” Redson clarified. You gaped

“Do you hear yourself? It’s modern times! Many don’t do that anymore! And Mother said that I can pursue who I want until I’m ready to marry them!”

“That was when things were different for us. With Father back-“

“Again with Father! You are so uptight now that he’s back. You are so desperate for their approval, it’s laughable. And so pitiful"

Redson paused, looking you in the eyes, a mixture of pain and flames of rage swirling inside them. Your gaze softened

"Im sorry, that was-"

Redsons' chair screeched as they pushed themselves from the table. She stalked away.

"Go ahead then. Go live your fucking life. Seek your own approval from the swine and let them break your heart. I wont be the shoulder for you to cry on when they do." He stated, turning the corner and disappearing.

Cut to you now in your room, going between curling into a ball and crying and punching your pillows. You couldn't see why this was such a big deal. It was such a little thing. Why did Reds-

Someone cleared their throat, making you whirl around to see your mother standing in your doorway, standing tall with a book in her hands. She smiled at you.

"May i come in?" She asked. You wiped your tears and nodded. Princess Iron Fam closed the door behind her, seeming to float over to the edge of your bed. She beckoned you over, sitting on the mattress. You reluctantly shuffled over and flopped down next to her.

She flipped open the book she carried, laying it on top of her lap. You glanced at the first page. Your eyes widened, seeing a beautifully drawn picture. A picture if… something familiar.

There was little you, only a toddler, sitting in the dirt with a circle drawn around and little Redson standing in-front of you, wielding a stick with his tiny chest puffed all the way out.

Your mother smiled softly, caressing the page gently.

"He always was your knight, in his mind. At least, when you two weren't causing havoc around the home."

She flipped to the next page, where you two were a bit older and he stood in-front of you as you cowered behind him, scared of a little bug that was just crawling around.

"He always protected you. He might snark and say the petty comment more than the genuine compliment, but he cares" She affirmed. She then closed the book, and looked at you.

"He is afraid he might not be able to be your knight here. And he cares too much to think you can handle yourself. Prove that you can, my little spark" She said. Tears pricked your eyes again. She tutted, wrapping you up in a hug.

"We all care, darling. We are all here. Just remember that," She murmured. You cried into her shoulder, sobs racking your body.

She was your sibling. He was your shield. You just needed to be able to proved yourself as the sword

[running-with-the-feels]

Kuai Liang nsfw headcanons (strap in y'all I have THOUGHTS and none of them are in the bible)

Kuai Liang has to dom every time, he cannot give up control at all.

he also Really likes to edge his partner, he can go for hours doing that until they (usually Hanzo) is a crying, pleading mess

Has a praise kink, similarly to Kung Lao's, he just really likes to make his partner moan, especially if he can make them feel so good that all they can say is his name.

Also into overstim, though he's always very careful with it, probably more so than he needs to be.

For all that he prefers to be in control, his sole, driving motivation when having sex is to get his partner off as many times as possible, until they are so wrung out they can barely move. He doesn't even care if he gets off, so long as his partner feels as good as humanly possible

also does some God tier aftercare, like he's doting on his partner hand and foot. One of the few things Johnny and Hanzo can agree on is that it is hard to tell what the best part of sleeping with Kuai Liang is, the sex or the aftercare

also does a lot of check ins during sex, probably more than he needs too (not that anyone is complaining about that)

Obsessed with leaving hickeys, he will mark up his partner's body like a canvas at any given opportunity. Not just during sex either, he will, quite frequently, pull Hanzo into a darkened corner just to bite a new hickey into his throat in order to replace one that's faded. It makes it very hard for Hanzo to think afterwards

Loves foreplay more than the actual sex. Like, he could spend hours just making out and that would be an ideal afternoon, and his favorite part of sex is riling his partner up before actually getting them off or starting to edge them

He also likes to hear his partners beg, he has no idea why tho. Like for most of his kinks he can kinda guess where they are from but but with this one he's at a loss.

Once edged Hanzo so much that when he tried to beg he couldn't even form words anymore, it just came out as a high pitched whine and Kuai Liang is incredibly proud of that (Hanzo then came so hard he literally passed out)

he also enjoys giving blow jobs as he likes being able to watch his partners come apart from his mouth alone, it makes him feel very powerful.

In particular, he likes to tie his partners up when he gives them head just so he can see them strain against the bindings as they beg for him (I cannot stress enough how much he likes to hear ppl beg)

can top or bottom, he really doesn't care either way

will use his powers during sex, in particular when he's playing with his partner's nipples, but nothing more than making an ice cube or frosting his hands over.

The few times he's slept with Johnny, the actor tried to convince him to make a frozen dildo and Kuai Liang adamantly refused, citing risks of frostbite to which Johnny replied "Anything is a dildo if you're brave enough and I am no coward"

Kuai Liang was unconvinced.

Hair pulling kink, will tug on his partner's hair no matter how short it is (where there is a will there's a way and he is nothing if not willful) and enjoys tugging their mouth where he wants it

Despite that, he really doesn't like receiving head. Not because he doesn't enjoy it but bc for as much as he likes to give pleasure, he feels very guilty for accepting it

If he can get out of his head enough though, he does relax into it and enjoy it, but being pampered in any way (sexual or otherwise) is something he struggles with. Even once he starts letting go of that guilt tho, he doesn't much care whether or not he gets off, so long as his partner does.

Also, a master of dirty talk, like that man can spew some Filth without a moment of hesitation, that just comes naturally to him.

Did also once get Hanzo off with nothing but words alone and wears that achievement like a badge of honor, he is so smug about it.

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if y'all want more. Also, who should I do next?

[joysmercer]

(canon divergence, 3x20 onward)

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Where is she? Eddie's mind screams as he runs through the hallways. Wearing dusty non-uniform clothes in the middle of the day, after skipping morning lessons, is a beacon for teachers searching for their next detention-victim, but Eddie didn't give a crap about that on a regular day, and at this moment, he would gladly serve a thousand detentions if it meant he could reach—

"Patricia!" he calls when he catches sight of her curls just as she turns the corner to the science wing. But the history classroom door opens at that exact moment, drowning out his words with the dun of the day students complaining about the terrible substitute they had for the period. Eddie ignores them—any teacher would be better than Denby in his mind—and pushes through the crowd until he's standing…

Outside. With no Patricia in sight. Eddie swears under his breath and runs back to the house.

He starts wandering around as soon as he enters, expecting to see his ex glaring at him in the doorway, or from the kitchen, or outside his bedroom, or at the staircase, or over the balcony. But instead of a terrifying stare, he's met with empty silence everywhere he looks.

"Eddie, love, why are you stomping around like that?" Trudy asks, emerging from the laundry room with a basket against her hip and one of Victor's coats on her arm.

"You do Victor's laundry?" Eddie blurts despite himself, momentarily forgetting his dilemma.

Trudy waves him off. "It's just easier this way." She pauses, apparently only just registering his appearance, and raises an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand, are perfectly capable of doing your own—go do so before you start tracking dust through my freshly-mopped floors!"

"Got it, Trudes," Eddie grins. Just as she turns around again, he remembers what he came here for. "Wait, have you seen–"

"She was just here but ran out a few minutes ago," Trudy says sympathetically.

Eddie chooses to ignore the fact that she knew exactly who he was asking about. "Right, I'll, uh—" He looks down. "Lemme shower, then I'll head back to school if that's okay."

"Of course it is, dear." Trudy nods and disappears again.

Eddie showers slowly, dipping into Jerome's arsenal of conditioners and spending way too much time trying not to cry. He doesn't even know why he's crying, except for the fact that he's exhausted, starving, sleep-deprived, and emotionally-taxed at levels he's never been before. Yeah, that may be it.

The longer he spends in here, the longer he can avoid attempting to tell Patricia she might be in some sort of trouble—the longer he can avoid thinking about that fact at all, something that terrifies him far more than he thought possible.

"Where the absolute fuck have you been?" Fabian's voice reverberates from the hall so loudly that Eddie jumps and almost slips. He changes quickly and runs out to find Fabian lecturing Patricia about running off on her own, or something like that; whatever it is turns into a low hum in Eddie's ears the moment he catches sight of her.

"Oh, and you!" Fabian continues, rounding on him, but he hardly notices. Heartbeat thundering in his ears, he surges forward, enveloping Patricia in a hug before he can stop himself.

"Eddie? Where—I mean, are you alright?" Fabian stammers from behind him, but it isn't until Patricia coughs slightly that Eddie realizes how odd he's acting and backs away.

"Uh, sorry," he says, flushing and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Missed you guys, I guess, while I was locked in the crypt."

"You were what?" KT asks, running toward them from the stairs. "Also, hi. " Turning to Fabian, she holds up what looks like a golden toilet-paper tube and a sheet of paper and says, "Got the colors!"

I have so many questions, Eddie thinks, before fixing his attention on Patricia, who is now red as a tomato and looks like she either wants to die or for him to die. "Mind telling me what's going on?" she rasps. It's only then that he notices her bloodshot eyes and realizes that she, too, had been crying.

"I—" Eddie starts, but she grabs his hand and drags him into his room, then pushes him toward the bed (and out of her way) with one hand while roughly dragging fabian's chair across the floor and jamming it under the doorknob with the other. "Jeez, Yacker, need help rearranging the layout of this place?" Eddie quips.

"Were you really locked in the crypt?" she practically snarls at him.

Eddie nods. "When I got your text—"

"What text? I said living room, remember?"

"No, but right before, you said—"

"No, I didn't! I didn't say shit! Stop saying I said things, or meant things, or implied things, when I didn't!" she exclaims.

Eddie's hands clench into fists at his sides as he desperately tries to keep his own temper in check. He's not sure why he's getting yelled at here, only that he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve it, not when he's probably the key to her staying alive or whatever going forward. A tense silence falls over them, each daring the other to continue the argument first.

Finally, Patricia sighs and visibly deflates as she leans back against the door and closes her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm—I'm just, sorry." She looks at him, or rather, at a point just over his shoulder without making eye-contact. "You don't owe me an explanation or anything. I'm glad you're okay."

Her hair's a mess, there are bags under her eyes, and her hands are shaking so badly they may fall off, but in that moment, she had never looked more beautiful.

It hits him like a stack of bricks, right then and there.

Why she wanted to talk last night. Why she went out with Jerome earlier. Why she still has him on speed-dial, why her eyes track him when they're in a room together, why her hands brush against his whenever his own yearn for hers.

He's such an idiot.

"God, Yacker," he breathes, and for the second time that day, his feet propel him forward on their own accord before his brain has a chance to come up with words. She steps forward, meeting him halfway; he cups her face in his hands and is about to close the remaining centimeter between them when something stops him.

"Is this okay?" he whispers.

Patricia, to her credit, doesn't roll her eyes. Because he's not asking for permission just for this, he's asking if she wants everything he does, if they're finally on the same page. Because he won't—he can't—lose her again.

And judging by the way she looks at him as she nods, she understands, and she agrees. When she kisses him, they melt into each other, and for the first time, it isn't excitement or flying sparks holding them together, but calmness.

Afterward, when they're curled up against each other on the bed, neither wanting to move (even though Fabian has tried multiple times to get into the room), he tells her what he saw in his vision, the images of her kicking and screaming still blaring in his mind. And she tells him about her nightmares, all the things she hid from him earlier because she was scared. They talk about why they ended, but they also talk about new beginnings.

(Eventually, they let the others in and set a plan going forward. A real plan, because it's not just Patricia in danger, it's all of them.)

And when it's all over—when the dust has settled and the demons are banished and there's nothing left to look forward to but the rest of their lives—finally, finally, there is peace.

[theoddcatlady]

What to Expect When You’re Expecting

When I first found out I was pregnant, I really felt like I was in over my head. I mean, me, a mom? I can barely take care of myself, let alone even imagine taking care of a baby. But thankfully for me, I had my boyfriend’s mom was in my corner. My own mom’s a fuck up and none of my girl friends have kids yet, but the moment Amy found out I was pregnant she immediately came through. I don’t know what I would’ve done without her great advice, so I’ve decided to share it with anyone and everyone that I can!  

1. Be prepared for the mood swings.

I’m already an emotional person but jeez. I literally burst into tears over dropping a tomato. My poor boyfriend, hah. Shawn’s a great guy but has no idea what to do when women start crying, so he just backed out of the kitchen. Moments later, Amy came in with a tissue box and some comforting words. She finished up dinner for me too, and lemme tell you, Amy’s a fantastic cook. Taco Tuesday is now her place.  

2. Morning sickness. You’re not ready.

No, really. One, it’s not just a ‘morning’ thing, whoever calls it morning sickness should be taken out back and shot. Two, for me? It’s lasted this whole damn time. I am constantly sick. Doctors felt bad but really didn’t have much to offer for advice. Amy comforted me, saying that she was the same when she was carrying Shawn. Sometimes I just have to grin and bear it.  

3. You can’t do as much as you used to before the pregnancy started.

Can’t eat sushi. Can’t drink alcohol. Caffeine is restricted to ‘practically fucking never’. And going for my regular morning walk in the woods nearly gave Amy a heart attack. She was probably scared I was going to fall or something, but it was still heartbreaking. I love walking in the woods! Walking on the treadmill just isn’t the same. But anything for the baby’s health, I guess. I’m going to take SO many walks when this kid is out of me.

4. Your body’s going to turn against you.

Honestly, you’d think your body would be NICER to you when you’re growing another human being. Hah. No. No, it’s not. Every pregnancy’s different, Amy tells me, and I never knew half the things that could happen while you’re pregnant. Swollen feet, constantly having to pee, I think everyone knows that happens. But spitting up blood and phlegm, nosebleeds so bad I end up lightheaded for the rest of the day, not to mention the marks that keep showing up on my body, like someone’s been scratching me in my sleep… icky! Maybe it’s just me though, I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin. Sometimes I can’t stop scratching until I bleed. Dunno how I scratch my own back though, but you can do weird things when you sleep.

5. Nightmares.

I didn’t find anything on the internet about this, but Amy reassured me that weird dreams are perfectly normal, because hormones or whatever. But my god, I never knew they’d get so graphic!  

I’m not really a horror movie person, or horror anything really. But the things that have appeared in my dreams… it’s really something else. Monsters that look like spiders or scorpions, with snapping mandibles and claws that rip my legs off and tear open my chest… I know you can’t feel pain in your dreams but I scream in agony when they pull out my heart and shred it into little pieces.

When I wake up, I’m usually crying. Shawn comforts me, calms my fears and reminds me that it’s all a dream even if my chest still twinges and aches by the time morning comes. I’m so lucky to have such a supportive partner.

6. Blood.

I had to get over being so squeamish by my second trimester. I brought up the nosebleeds earlier, but I swear I bleed like a stuck pig if I so much as get a paper cut. Maybe Amy was right about not letting me out of the woods, or really too far away from the house- who knows what’ll happen if I get a real injury? Yikes!  

It’s more scary when blood starts dripping from my ears or my eyes, but it doesn’t hurt, strangely enough. Amy’s told me pregnancy does all sorts of weird things to the body, after all, and Shawn seems to think it’s normal enough. So I just have to deal with it until the due date.

7. Overprotective loved ones.

This really isn’t about me, it’s about my boyfriend and his mom. I guess it’s just natural to worry about the pregnant lady. It’s kinda nice, sometimes, even if it can be suffocating. Like I said above, they don’t like me leaving the house too much, they’re afraid I’ll get hurt and before I can get help things will get real bad. I don’t think I’ve left the house since I’ve started the third trimester. It isn’t so bad, Shawn and Amy run all the errands, but I kind of miss my friends… well, they’ll still be there once this is all over, so it’s all for the better!

8. People will not leave you ALONE once you start showing

Everyone has their own pregnancy advice, even if they’ve never been pregnant. And I gotta say, not all of it is good, or even nice. I didn’t even know when I was pregnant when this old crone took one look at me and began shrieking about how I was carrying some sort of ‘corrupt child’. I did initially chalk that one up to complete whackadoodle. But who knows, maybe I was showing more than I thought. But yeah, when I was still going out, people’s reactions varied from judgmental since I was an unwed mom to a little… too supportive. Like this one time I was walking down the street, a guy literally stopped his car, got out, congratulated me on being pregnant, and asked if I was getting enough ‘nourishment’. LITERALLY could not get out of there fast enough. So if you’re wondering why I’m not complaining about overprotective boyfriend and overprotective boyfriend’s mom, THAT’S why.

9. Cravings.

What mom doesn’t know how weird pregnancy cravings get?

Man, I am still so embarrassed to say this. Just before I entered the second trimester, I was cleaning out a room we were going to use for a nursery when I moved a box and saw a giant spiderweb in the corner. Paired, of course, with a big ass spider sitting in the center. Gross, right? I was a total arachnophobic… well, I was.

Spiders, it turns out, actually don’t taste too bad. I didn’t even realize what I’d done until I licked one of the legs off my lips. Granted, I was originally horrified, but Amy comes in for the save by letting me know she’d eaten a litter of ‘pinkies’ when she was pregnant with Shawn- baby mice. That didn’t help at the time, but now I realize that what I’m going through is perfectly normal.  

Thankfully no more spiders have been eaten, but that’s thanks to Amy’s meal plans. I don’t know what she puts in it all, but I don’t find myself going up to the attic to hunt bugs anymore, so I’m not going to ask questions.

10. Nothing will ever be the same.

I’m never alone anymore. Even when Shawn and Amy are running errands, I don’t feel alone. Sometimes I feel like I’m being watched, but then I remind myself that I really am not alone.

I have my baby. He’s moving more and more, I can see his hands press up against my belly sometimes. He’s always with me. And when he’s born, goodbye alone time and goodbye always being free to do whatever I want.  

But I don’t care. I’m so happy to be having this baby. I can’t wait to see how much he looks like his father. And I’m so glad Shawn’s going to help me raise this little one. Next time it’ll be his baby I’m carrying, for sure.  

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 aponi angst things that I've just decided.

Warnings: mentions of r*pe, s3x, physical touch, suicide

• if you touch her neck she freaks the fuck out. She has been held down, choked, strangled, and punched there. It's the most sensitive part in her body.

• sneak up behind her and she panics. She's been assaulted multiple times and she feels vulnerable there. (Which is why she likes her butterfly wings in her demon form. She feels safer*

• she has thoughts of self harm and suicide multiple times a day. They're like echos in her head that won't go away ever.

• she's scared of sex cause she thinks it's gonna hurt even though shes done it lots of times in hell since she died. She still remembers the burning. (And holy shit does it burn.... lemme tell ya lolz)

• she's so God damn tired...... she has insomnia due to nightmares and most times she doesn't sleep. She functions on coffee.

• has attempted "suicide" again by standing out in the open during extermination day.

• when she woke up in hell, the first night, she attempted an overdose... it failed for obvious reasons.

• constantly has panic attacks when she's alone. Certain smells, textures, and feelings freak her out to the point where she's in the corner of her room, unable to breath. But then the next day she acts like everything was fine.

• has body dismorphia because of her demon form. The mark around her next makes her anxious. She hates the way she can practically see her ribs given how skinny and white She is. The permanent scar on her eye makes her feel ugly and it reminds her of her traumatic past. Her now wider thighs make her feel fat, and her feet just remind her that she's in hell and a demon.

• she lost her faith in God when she died and ended up in hell.

• has sensory overload. If too many things are happening at once she starts to cry her eyes out trying to do everything. But she doesn't accept help.

• when she knows no one will hear her she Let's out the most blood curdling screams of agony.

• whe she hears Mal have sex thru the wall she gets flashbacks of her assault. (She'd never tell Mal ofc)

• when she an alastor have sex during orcober, she constantly has flashbacks, but she sucks it up for him and trues so hard to push those memories down. (She doesn't tell Alastor).... the only time she didn't get flashbacks was that one smut fic I wrote where he ate her out.

• sometimes she looks into a crowd of people and thinks she sees Jason.. she has to go to the bathroom to calm herself down so she doesn't have an episode in front of people.

• the topic if sex is very uncomfortable for her if she is not tlaking to someone she trusts with that topic. (Ergo, Mal, Alastor, angel etc.)

[much-obliged-timothy]

Winter Whumperland #6

Devil May Cry - #6 - Too Late

*

Nero had been out hunting when the call came in, so Kyrie took it. As soon as he got back, she gave him the news, a massive smile on her face.

Dante had called. They’d made it back, just a few months after leaving Nero to take care of things in the human world.

His heart full, Nero had jumped back into the van with Nico and directed her where Dante told Kyrie he’d be waiting. He was trying to hide his excitement and relief, but obviously failing at it.

“You’re like a puppy,” Nico said. 

“Ah, shut up,” Nero said, but he was grinning a little. “I thought for sure those assholes would die down there. Now Vergil has to deal with me knowing I beat him. No running away this time.”

Nico rolled her eyes. “Yea, ‘cept now you’ll have a dad around to tell you what to do. Had one once, don’t recommend it.”

“Uh, did you forget the part where I beat him? He can’t tell me what to do. I can kick that old man’s ass,” Nero said.

Still, he couldn’t deny he was glad Vergil was finally back. It had been such a whirlwind back then that it had taken the months away from the twins to process the truth of his father and come to terms with his father’s bloody history.

He wanted to give Vergil a chance. His humanity, weak as it had been, had been a friend to Nero. V still existed inside Vergil. Nero only hoped that part of Vergil had grown stronger.

He would actually have a family again. A father and an uncle. Kyrie was already planning a welcome home dinner for them, eager to meet Vergil and let Vergil meet the children they cared for. She wanted him to be a part of Nero’s life just as much as Nero hoped he would be. 

Nico pulled over next to the bar Dante had given the address to. It was quiet at this time of day, though Nero wasn’t surprised. Vergil didn’t seem the type to enjoy crowded places.

Not that Nero knew much about Vergil. But he would. He was determined to. He would not let his father push him away now.

Nico punched his shoulder. “Good luck in there. Lemme know if I need to come shoot that power-hungry bastard for ya.”

Nero sighed. “Yea, yea, I can handle myself. I’ll get you a drink.”

She brightened. “Better.”

He got out of the van and took a deep breath before heading into the bar. Sure enough, there was hardly anyone in it.

But he spotted Dante’s red coat in the corner. His uncle was nursing a drink, staring blankly up at a muted TV playing over the bar. He looked exhausted, but that was to be expected with everything he’d been through the past few months.

Nero went over to the table and dropped down across from him. He couldn’t help but grin, because as tired as Dante looked, at least he was back and alive.

“So, where’s Vergil? In the bathroom, practicing how to look me in the eyes after I beat his ass?” Nero said.

Dante met his eyes. The grin dropped right off Nero’s face, his stomach plummeting along with it.

“I’m sorry, Nero,” Dante said quietly.

“I- what?” Nero said numbly. “Dante, where’s Vergil?”

Dante took a generous swig of his drink and looked down into the nearly-empty glass. “We saw a chance to escape, but there were so many demons blocking the way. The plan was for him to cause a distraction while I carved us a path to the exit before it closed. When I got there, I realized how overwhelmed he was.”

“Then…then he just didn’t make it out. We can still find a way to save him. I’ve been researching, trying to find a way to open a portal between the worlds,” Nero said. “We can-”

Dante held up his hand to stop Nero. Then he rested it over his chest.

“I was waiting in front of the exit. I was going to ditch it to go back for him. He knew that,” Dante said. “So the bastard…” He gave a hollow smile. “Flung the Yamato at me. It knocked me through the portal. His last words before it closed were ‘Give it to my son’.”

Nero reached across. Dante let him take the drink and finish it.

“They fell on him just as the portal closed.” Dante closed his eyes. “I was too late. Again.”

“He could be alive,” Nero said, aware he sounded desperate.

Dante shrugged, his exhaustion growing. “He could be. But we’d been fighting for months. We were worn out. He was without a weapon when they swarmed him. It won’t be the first time I’ve mourned him, but…shit, Nero, it’ll be the hardest.”

No. No, Nero had just gotten his family back. How could half of it be gone already?

Dante clapped a hand to his shoulder and gave an empty smile. “Just us now, kid. Just like before.”

Dante had lost his brother so many times. He was so used to being a prisoner to this kind of agony. He hated that Nero had been thrown in the cell with him this time.

Dante motioned for two drinks. The bartender brought them over and Dante pushed one into Nero’s hands.

They looked at each other in silence, the truth of it slowly sinking in. Vergil could be alive. But more likely than not, he’d died alone down there, a victim to his own mistakes once more.

Dante and Nero drank like they’d find Vergil at the bottom of their glasses, letting the liquor drown their swelling sorrow.

[chaos0pikachu]

please talk about the bl actors you find absolute shit I love controversial opinions

LMAO puta out here tryin to get me cancelled, rejected, cast out, exiled

sure why not, putting this under a cut b/c no one likes seeing bad opinions on ppl they like so enter at your own risk etc etc:

tbh there's not a ton of them b/c I haven't watched as many shows as other folks. Like, watching shows is difficult tbh especially Thai ones which are like an hour long each episode and have a lot of filler I just can't find it in my soul to do it okay. BUT out of the shows I have watched I've been left pretty unimpressed by:

Ohm from Until We Meet Again: I know he's really well liked, but I'm sorry my dude can't act. Flat. I probably have the most firm opinion on him and I just find myself so thoroughly unimpressed. I think what doesn't help is that Fluke is a good actor.

And I don't just mean the crying, like Fluke, Gun, and First are all good criers right? It's a fandom joke at this point but like, that ability isn't what makes them good actors. You can see their experience on screen, in how they embody the characters they play, the subtle changes in their physicality, how they line read, the way they interact with their costars.

I've said before but I find Pharm to be a pretty boring character, but Fluke gives him enough charm on screen that I don't outright dislike him. Meanwhile Dean is just boring. He's BORING. And Ohm doesn't have the skills to make him not boring. Stoic characters are actually really difficult to play, I actually really liked the performance of Wang Yibo in The Untamed b/c without the use of animation LWJ is a difficult character to play b/c he's so internal and stoic outwardly. But Yibo gives him some humanity with his line reads and his eyes (the lantern scene comes to mind) and I don't even LIKE that show.

Ohm just doesn't have the skills to make the standard stoic romantic hero work, he's to flat, he relies to much on his innate physicality to carry the performance. All that said I haven't watched one of his recent shows so maybe he got better idk!

Bright from 2Gether: Idk if this is popular or not and I didn't even like 2Gether but talk about another dude who can't act woof. Bright reminds me of the mixed actors Netflix always casts in their teen romcom sequels that are hotter than the basic white dude love interest but never win b/c why would they? Anyways he can't act, I liked the other dude Win way more. He had great comedic timing and even when Bright was required to act like happy or joyful it came off as ~Acting~

Off from Theory of Love/Not Me: So lemme say that I don't think Off is a bad actor not like Bright and Ohm flat lmao I just think Gun out acts him at like every corner. I think Off lacks charisma but that's so subjective so I don't talk about it much b/c I know ppl love him/OffGun but like, I don't see it much. Idk OffGun is nice, they're nice! But they're just nice. They're chemistry doesn't wow me or blow me away or anything there's something I find really restrained about them? Like they've been working together for so long they feel more like really good friends than that passionate I want and love you type romance. I will say tho I think Off picks some good projects so good for him

Earth/Mix: FML this one's gonna get me okay so like I don't think either Earth or Mix are bad actors but I think they're a bit idk overhyped? I found 1000 Stars mind numbingly boring - except for Mix's char I loved the char but found the performance a bit lackluster - and they're the least interesting part of Moonlight Chicken for me. They remind me of OffGun where they're such good friends and they've only really worked with each other mainly (I know Earth's worked with other screen partners) that I think it's developed some bad acting habits and they're to comfortable. They don't give me that passionate I want and love you type romance. Which for 1000 Stars, totally fine it wasn't that type of show but I really felt that missing bit in Moonlight Chicken.

Mix was trying hard to give bedroom eyes (and I do think he succeeded!) but tbh I didn't feel the sexual tension between them, I didn't feel the "this is a bad idea but I want you to much to care" vibe. I honestly think Earth was a miscast anyway b/c the char is supposed to be almost 40 and he's fucking 28 irl it's as unbelievable as Jennifer Lawrence at 20-something playing a 40-something in American Hustle.

Earth also plays mostly stoic characters and I think they often come off as boring. I think he's actually pretty funny? His comedic timing is pretty good but he doesn't get to play fun characters! He doesn't have enough experience to give weight to these old characters they keep casting him as.

I think you can really see the difference in the scenes with First and Mix actually. Mix was better but you could see First was leading those scenes. What's truly frustrating is I think Mix could grow as an actor if he wasn't always paired up with Earth. One of the reasons I think First, Gun, and Fluke are so good is b/c of their experience. They act against other people, they take out there projects at times, being locked in a "pairing/ship" just hurts an actors development imo it's limiting and I selfishly hate it

It also doesn't help that Thai BL usually only has shallow secondary relationships between the main chars and supporting characters. Like, one of my gripes with 1000 Stars is all the supporting cast are severely under developed to the point they really are just avatars for "kind village people" they're more of an ideal than actual characters yes even the doctor who was just the standard "best friend who helps the mains hook up".

not to harp on Kinnporsche but one of the best things about the show is the time it takes to make characters interact with other chars outside of their romances. Pete's friendships with Arm, Tankhun, and Pol feel genuine. The mean girls club of Big and Ken feels real (you know those coworkers, you've HAD those coworkers), Porsche and Chay's relationship feels REAL and sincere and valued, Porsche's relationship with Tankhun is funny yes, but contrasted with how Tankhun acts around Kinn and Korn. Kim's isolation adds to his storyline. Kinn's relationship with his brothers is paralleled with Porsche and Chay's. Vegas relationship with Kinn, Gun, Porsche, Pete even Tawan are all so VASTLY different it's amazing to see.

What also helps is seeing what actors bring out what. Like, Bible is a good example, the energy he has with Apo is different than what he had with Build. Like obviously Vegas "love" for Porsche was fake while it was real for Pete but making that distinction clear in your performance matters. And isn't as easy as folks would think.

ok I'm beat that's all for now folks lol

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 11 (SPOILERS)

Sorry for the pause in updates. (I feel like I'm jinxing myself because every other time I say that or see someone else say that, a much longer pause in updates or an indefinite hiatus immediately follows.)

So far, Leo and Calypso feel like Disney Princesses in crossover merchandise. You know that thing where Disney Princesses aren't allowed to look each other in the eye or speak to or acknowledge each other whenever they are featured together in merchandise or media? Leo and Calypso have hardly talked to each other in the ten chapters so far. I hope it's tied into the fights they've been having so there's a canonical reason rather than just author neglect. I'm here for Caleo content! Eleven-year-old me wants to see her OTP!

Admittedly, I don't remember reading too many rocky relationships in the previous series once the couples got together, so this is getting interesting to watch. Preteen me might have to cry in the corner while I break out the popcorn, 'cause if any relationship's gonna be rocky, it's going to be the one that started as a whirlwind romance that jumped into a six-month-long action adventure starring The Guy Who Was On The Run His Whole Life and The Girl Who Hasn't Left Home In Four Thousand Years.

"Four beheaded dudes" I thought we just had the one?

"flecks of feldspar glittering like stars." FELDSPAR (n.): an abundant rock-forming mineral typically occurring as colorless or pale-colored crystals and consisting of aluminosiliactes of potassium, sodium, and calcium

"It was Trophonius. My son." Fuck. Okay, that makes sense why he'd have the gift of prophecy, probably having inherited it from Apollo. Is Brieanna his half-brother or whole brother? Imagine if you were a ghost and your dad doesn't even know you or recognize you (admittedly a difficult task without a face or a head present). Speaking of the cheese ghost, someone needs to get Nico or Hazel here to exorcise him and lay him to rest. What's he been doing hanging out in the living world all this time? Do his deeds as a ghost count when being judged in the Underworld? So many questions.

"Agamethus--Trophonius's half brother. He was no son of mine." He said that so maliciously! I'm sure it wasn't meant to come out that way, but at least we have an answer now. "The poor boy had the misfortune of being the actual offspring of King Erginus" No need to insult him like that, holy moly!

"We built the temple at Delphi." Y'all're princes and famous architects. You're doubly rich. WHY DO YOU NEED TO STEAL.

"Make sure my body can't be identified." Awwww so Trophonius didn't behead him to kill him or have any malicious intent. This is heartbreaking. "You brought this upon yourself." Tbf he did, but that's no reason to let someone else die. They both brought it upon themselves. After all, Trophonius says "we" when talking about architecture and the temple and they both are princes. Still, thievery and wasted potential are not good reasons for the death penalty.

"video clips of a bearded man with curly brown hair, perfect teeth, and brilliant blue eyes . . . Not many emperors can look imperial wearing only lion-skin swim trunks, but Commodus managed." My friend showed me Commodus's character art and lemme tell you he is HOT. No, like, seriously. I'd simp. He might be hotter than Britomartis is pretty.

"very close to threatening his nearest advisor's anatomy." threatening ___'s anatomy is a good phrase. Might borrow it in the future.

"I still found Commodus attractive after so many centuries" And you'd be right. "we had a, er, complicated history" *sigh* Add another lover to Apollo's Bad Decisions Box. Apollo's "complicated histories" seem to always involve some sort of betrayal and at least one death.

"a portly man in a crimson business suit" I wanna know who this advisor is. It would make sense for it to be Trophonius, especially with his gift of prophecy, but that doesn't sound like him. The way he's described is similar to Nero, but it's obviously not him, though we can't discount relatives. "capable servants of the Triumvirate lost a little girl." Meg or Georgina? Probably Georgina 'cause Meg wouldn't run away again so soon.

"Lord Cleander" Nvm, never heard of this guy and his name doesn't sound Greek or Roman at first glance.

"any sort of plant" Wait, it could be Meg! I wonder if she had a plan all along. It doesn't seem like it. "You let a daughter of Demeter near a plant?" Jeez, they're literally, like, everywhere. What did you expect him to do, blowtorch every inch of the sidewalk before they stepped on it? Even in the city, plants are everywhere.

"Which is all she needed to teleport away!" ...Can Meg teleport? Like Nico? Honestly still not as OP as Percy, so we're all good.

"Gods only know where she is now!" "Actually . . . I'm a god. And I have no idea." I love this guy. He has my heart and soul and he has spoken nine (9) words so far.

"If she reaches Indianapolis" Are they not in Indianapolis? Are they maybe on the outskirts around where the caves are, then?

"And you're boring me . . . which is punishable by death." Okay, maybe Trophonius and Brieanna's thievery was a more severe crime by ancient standards. If this is what Cleander and Commodus are like, I truly wonder how Cleander has stayed alive so long. He isn't the most entertaining fella. "Do it, then." Oh, I guess we have our answer. He isn't lasting long at all.

"That was very entertaining, Lityerses!" LITYERSES! Midas's kid! I saw character art of him after reading The Lost Hero and I was like, Why does he have character art? He was there for less than a chapter??? So I figured he must be in TOA somehow and HERE HE IS MY BOYYYY.

"Manage all that for me, and I won't kill you. Fair?" Some pay would be nice.

"Unless you want to wait around here for morning chores." Now that's a threat that will get him moving.

I just realized the four beheaded dudes are the combo of Brieanna, Lord Cleander (Does that mean Lityerses has been promoted to Lord Lityerses?), Marcus, and Vortigern. An uncanny amount of beheaded people in one chapter. New record.

[firelord-frowny]

Frowny, Frowny! What are these weird bugs that came in my building en masse and DIED?!

There were literally so many! This was just one part of one corner! (submission from @itsmerandi)

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OK THESE ARE MY LITERAL LEAST FAVORITE ARTHROPOD ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND I WILL TELL! YOU! WHY!

These are called ~european chafer beetles.~ emphasis on the ~european~. They're a VERY invasive species, and look like smaller versions of a native and not NEARLY as annoying species, the may/june beetle.

european chafer beetles emerge from underground every year in late june/early july IN MASSIVE NUMBERS. like, they're only slightly less numerous than the 17 year cicadas. (ok thats probably a BIT of an exaggeration, but not by much.) They're strictly nocturnal, and are usually well hidden all day, and then come out at night where they gather in large numbers around light sources. they're also TERRIBLE fliers and will just fuckin bump and bang and crash into everything everywhere.

Now lemme tell you why i hate these pieces of shit. i HATE THEM and imma TELL YOU WHYYYYYYYYY oh my GOD!!!

Imagine: I'm like 7 years old. Cute as a button. Frolicking around a Marshalls while my mommy shops. I'm wearing my favorite lil red pants that are Way Too Tight because i've outgrown them but they're my favorites so i crammed myself into them anyway.

As i'm frolicking, carefree and Not At All Traumatized, I feel something itchy against the back of my right knee. Something's stuck in my pant leg! I'm like, oh, it's probably a twig, or a crumb, or something completely non-disturbing. right? RIGHT?

So i'm trying to get this itchy thing out of my pants and i literally just shove my whole arm down the back of my pants lmaooo and i'm walking around looking like a fucking doofus. i spent like 5 minutes trying to cram my hand down far enough to reach whatever was in my pants.

Eventually, I could feel it fall down and out my pant leg! So i'm like, oh yay! lemme see what it was!

AND IT WAS A FUCKING EUROPEAN CHAFER BEETLE, RANDI!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE WAS A FUCKING DEAD BEETLE SQUISHED AGAINST MY LEG IN MY FAVORITE FUCKING RED PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

randi. i. fucking. SCREAMED!!!!! and BURST into tears! and my mom is all, wtf!!!! and i'm pointing at this fucking beetle on the floor like "IT WAS IN MY PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS" and i cried and cried and cried oh my god i was SOOOOO DISTURBED!!!!

but oh, oh wouldnt it be SO NICE if the story ended there???

WELL IT DOESN'T. IT DOESN'T END THERE, RANDI!!!! IT DOESN'T! END! THERE!

Because ya know what? YA KNOW WHAT???

every. single. summer. for the next TEN YEARS!!!!!! at least ONE european chafer beetle would somehow find its way inside my clothes while i was wearing them! and i had the EXACT SAME reaction every single time! Scream and immediately burst into tears!!!!

the other two Worst Incidents i can clearly remember happened in the summers between 10th and 11th grades.

10th grade: My fam is out fishing on my dead uncles boat! we finish up the fishing trip, dock the boat at the marina, and then my mom and i went to go wait in the lil indoor area while my dad and brother cleaned the fish. the indoor area is a nice comfy lil place with couches and a pretty fish tank annnd im pretty sure i was spinning around in circles and enjoying the wide open space lmao im just being an overgrown kid, spinning around having a grand ol time. I decided to take off my lil jacket and swing it around while i was spinning because idk it just seemed like a goddamn fun thing to do!

RANDI!!!! as i took hold of the edge of my jacket to take it off, i felt my thumb touch something round and smooth and i just knew. i KNEW!!!! i KNEW what it was before i even saw it! and i SCREAMED and started crying and i flung my whole jacket off and threw it across the room and my mom is all WTF HAPPENED??? and i tell her it was a beetle! and she's like, no it wasn't! there's no beetle! and im like YES THERE IS!!! and sure efuckingnough, my mom goes over to examine my jacket and theres a FUCKING BEETLE INSIDE IT!!!! :( :( :(

the 11th (or maybe 12th? idk) grade incident happened on 4th of July when i went with ebone to the lil firework celebration in her neighborhood! by this time, i was WELL AWARE of the beetle threat, and i was hypervigilant and paranoid all night because i was wearing a cute lil strapless sundress and there were just SOOOO MANY WAYS a beetle could get inside it if it wanted to! so i was constantly like, hugging my arms real close to my chest to try to block any beetles from getting in, and/or i would sorta grab the bottom of my dress to sorta hold it tight against my legs so there was no room for any fuckin intruders.

then somehow????????? we wound up walking back to her place in nearly pitch black darkness through a forest???? i dont remember how or why that happened lmfao but the only light was a dim lil rinky dink cell phone light a la 2009 motorola razor lmaoooo and the whole time im like please god PLEASE GOD do NOT LET ME RUN INTO ANY BEETLES!!!!

and i was sooooo sure i'd escaped, randi. i was SO POSITIVE that i made it unscathed!

fast forward to after my mamma picks me up and im back at home. i gotta pee so i go to the bathroom. hike up my dress.

and feel against my fingers the grotesquely smooth and disturbingly flexible elytra of my most soulless and hideous enemy, the monstrosity that is the European Chafer Beetle. 😡Cue the screaming and crying.

TO THIS VERY DAY, as soon as i see one of those lil pieces of shit when im outside at night, i take my ass in the house RIGHT QUICK. i hate them. I HATE THEM OH MY GODDDDDDD! theyre not even supposed to BEEEEEE HEEERRREEEEE!!!!!!! WHYYYY DID THEY TERRORIZE ME SO!!!! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO THEM! I'M A BUG LOVER! I LOVE BUGS! I DIDN'T DESERVE THEIR WRATH!!!!

but yeah, they're called european chafer beetles lmao.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Which brushes do you use for CSP 😳??

oh i always dreaded this question lmao-

ill be honest and clear cut with yall~

✨I have no idea✨

//wHEEze-

ok lemme explain, [tho if you dont wanna read all this just skip to the images in the end that i posted of my dumb self made and modified brushes] i have always used different mediums in my art~ ive used SAI, Gimp 2, CSP and occasionally Photoshop for the effects, filters and some brushes~ and i almost never remember where i downloaded them from because, first off, they were free anyway and i also almost always change them to fit my style beyond recognition to how they originally looked by default XDDD

MOST of my work is usually with SAI with almost the only brush i use in general for everything [ Inking, Coloring the edges, Shading, Lighting, and most other hand drawn shapes and hatching and etc ] is used with these settings. i never change it because i had years of experimenting to finally be comfortable with these and i will die a painful death if anything happens to my laptop before i could save these settings so i keep it in my art files just in case lmao~ [i do NOT like change and trying new stuff is2g i need therapy-]

HOWEVER when it comes to CSP i have had..... very depressing progress yay :D ... SAI in my experience has been a bit sucky in being able to handle large sizes and layers or anything else and having the possibility of crashing but the way it makes some things easy has been a MIRACLE for my lazy ass, i might have given up art before i ever even started if SAI didn't exist, but as how all EASY things usually are they start lacking in variety after a while, and i realized since one of my friends had bought me a CSP a long time ago, heck i might as well use it and oh my GOD the anxiety it induced ended me up with an IV and several trips to the hospital for injections to calm me down [and potentially temporarily blinding me] im not even joking. i mean yeah i was going through stuff back then that did NOT help my situation in general but the fact that CSP doubled my anxiety cuz i just couldn't draw with it made me have several existential breakdowns where i thought i will never be able to improve my art as a self proclaimed artist anymore because i had gotten so used to only working with what i found PERFECTLY comfortable to my own tastes that im just useless at getting used to anything else... so what happened was that i went on the most violent weekly spree of downloading any brush i could that even resembled REMOTELY to what i wanted- i also searched for brushes on tumblr or google or anywhere else- i watched so many CSP transition videos on youtube my brain was spinning and i was on a rout of self destructive agony to make this WORK. so now i have a bajillion downloaded brushes and all of them have spawned 20 other copies that i have aggressively modified beyond any sort of resemblance to what they used to be- it doesn't help that the file names and the brush names are different so i cant search for them either 😑

but if the brush names could help you in finding them uhhh, heres like.... 1/10th of the brushes i downloaded and modified that i actually did NOT go back and delete because they are fun to have around XD

have fun, //goes to cry in a corner-

[ocshenanigans]

A little bit about Siete since I'm bored hehe <3

Lemme know if you wanna learn about any other ocs! ^^

1. Water. If a friend teases them for being boring they might order a black coffee. And then water it down because they like it really weak. (Has very few fucks about what others think. Doesn't think of food and drink as much more than something to keep you going)

2. When their depression is bad, they don't really do much self care stuff and over-exercise. When it's a bit better, they just do the basics: showering, brushing their teeth, wearing clean clothes, that kind of thing. They don't have hair so no need to maintain it. They also keep a decent exercise routine and regularly play with their dogs.

3. They have their needs taken care of and live very comfortably, but they don't really get disposable income (They're still a minor). They would steal what they wanted anyways so no need. The most expensive thing they own (other than their pets asdfjkl-) is their very nice knife. They make sure it stays in good condition. (They also did actually buy that!)

4. They have a lot of scars. Most of their childhood was spent either in an abusive household or as a child solider so there's very few parts of them that aren't scarred. They don't care except for the ones on their back.

Don't ask about those.

They want to get a tattoo when they are old enough. They haven't settled on a design (bc I haven't either) but it'll be representative of how far they've come.

5. They don't cry. Crying would show weakness. (It was late at night into their dog's fur because of the flashbacks from their time as a soldier)

6. Well they are one of many clones of another OC, Aggy. If you count all the fellow clones, they'd be a middle child. But they, like the other clones, were sent to a random AU and was raised as an only child.

7. Good quality secondhand boots or sneakers, or no shoes at all. Whatever is easiest to run and fight in

8. They sleep in a simple twin sized bed pushed into a corner. They typically sleep squished between their two dogs or cuddled around them both. Sometimes they fall asleep on their beanbag. Their room is very simple and utilitarian other than that beanbag.

9. They don't really understand the point of holidays. Their new family has tried to explain but they still don't get why everyone likes them so much.

Halloween is kinda amusing though.

10. They have to have their knife on them at all times or they will panic. They prefer to have their dogs with them but can manage fine without them. Anything else is optional.

So my problem with most ‘get to know your character’ questioneers is that they’re full of questions that just aren’t that important (what color eyes do they have) too hard to answer right away (what is their greatest fear) or are just impossible to answer (what is their favorite movie.)  Like no one has one single favorite movie. And even if they do the answer changes.

If I’m doing this exercise, I want 7-10 questions to get the character feeling real in my head. So I thought I’d share the ones that get me (and my students) good results: 

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 

What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)