#my mind will be like you did thta

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They both have the same name!!!

[scoups4lyfe]

aww you didn't include the mr halloween hitting mary back lol

I'll be honest

I did not notice it 😭

I was too lost in the situational sauce 💀

[w2soneshots]

could you write about being at school with harry as your mate/ friend thta you fancy? need something get me tgrough this shithole of a school🙏

Highschool sweethearts -W2S

words: 0.7k+

warnings: light angst, pining, making out.

summary: you and Harry both fell for each other, though nether of you wanted to admit it. One night, at a party on the beach, things change.

notes: I’ve never done a young Harry fic but I had so much fun writing this! Hope you’re okay lovely, you’ve got this!!🤗💞🌟

I watched as Harry walked towards me, a cheesy grin plastered on his face. "Hey, y/n?!" I tilted my head to the side. "Yeah?" I wondered what he wanted, I'd been avoiding him recently since I caught feelings and don't want to ruin our friendship.

"You going to the party tonight, at the beach?" He asked, leaning against the locker next to mine. "Uh- I dunno..." "oh come on! It'll be fun... please?" He stared at me, awaiting an answer. I thought for a second before nodding. "Okay, okay, I'll go." He swiftly pushed himself off of the locker. "Yes! Great! see you later."

My mind was whirling as I got ready, all of the possible outcomes of tonight running through my head. It's currently summer in Guernsey so it's pretty warm outside, though it'll get cooler once it gets dark, so I grabbed a jacket before I left.

As I walked to the beach I tried to calm myself down. I wasn't sure why I was getting so worked up over the boy I've been friends with since primary school but it was definitely becoming a problem. I couldn't be near him without going bright red if his arm grazed mine or he smiled at me. It was extremely annoying.

When I got there I spotted my friends. I walked over to them and sat down on one of the beach towels laid out. One of my friends nudged my arm. "Guess who's coming over?" She whispered into my ear with a teasing tone. I sighed. "For fuck sake... Harry," I muttered to myself.

"Hey! You made it." Harry plonked himself next to me, with a cheerful smile. "Mhm," I replied, dryly. "You okay?" He asked, brows furrowed. "Yes, I'm fine." I smiled, trying to reassure him. He didn't look convinced but thankfully he dropped it.

As it started to become dark some of the boys set up a fire that we all sat around. Harry left me alone after our previous encounter but I caught him staring multiple times. Some of my friends were now extremely drunk, I had decided at the start of the night that I wasn't going to drink and it seemed like Harry had done the same.

As it approached two in the morning people began heading home. I was dreading the dark walk back to my house. "y/n?" I heard my name so I turned. It was Harry once again. When he had my full attention he continued, "did you want me to give you a ride home?"

I thought for a moment. "Uh- yes please," I put on a smile. He smiled back, though his was genuine. "Come on then, let's go." He turned and we walked side by side to his car. I got into the passenger seat, buckled myself in and then he turned the engine on.

The drive was silent, the only noise being the wind coming in through the open window. I sighed softly, leaning my head against the side of the car and wrapping my jumper around myself. "You alright?" He asked. "Mhm, just tired."

When he pulled up in front of my house I turned to him. "What's going on with you?" He asked abruptly. I was slightly taken aback. "Uhm... what do you mean?" "You know what I mean. You've been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?" He seemed to be annoyed.

I sighed, realising I was going to have to stop putting off telling him the reason. "Okay, okay," I took a deep breath, "I- I think I... fancy you Harry." I said quietly, not looking into his eyes. "You- wait, you fancy me?" An embarrassed grumble left my mouth as I leaned forward to put my head in my hands.

The car was completely silent for a good fifteen seconds, though it felt like an eternity. "This is so stupid." I swiftly looked over at him. "What?" "You fancy me, I fancy you and nether of us told the other." He explained. Surprise covered my face. "You fancy me?" "Of course I do you donut." He laughed slightly.

I smiled back before leaning towards him, our faces only centimetres apart. He leaned forward, closing the gap between our lips.

When I eventually pulled away I opened my eyes to see him chasing my lips. "I've got to go, I'll see you at school?" His face softened. "Yeah,  yeah, okay bye." I kissed him one last time before getting out. He waved, waiting until I got into my house safe then drove home with a bright and content smile on his face.

[beatingtheouijaboardallegations]

do think we have some important perspective to say about the ‘all nonspeaking / nonverbal people can read minds & literally send secret message to each other across time & space. and access so much spiritual better connect to g-d in ways speaking people can’t ever’ bullshit. thta becoming so so so popular even among people we respect in nonspeaking space cause that fucking podcast being promoted everyone un escapable if in S2C etc center space. but so scared of responses because is one of my most needed communities , already thin ice don’t want to completely make people hate me who could be only bridge to connect people like me.

as dissociative person / collective , who different alters have gone through diffrent stages of thinking can read minds. and who thought could all read minds and talk to people not there before realize there is people in my brain. thinking of that one girl in head. formed because trauma from growing up thought of not human treated as worse than alien worse than object as nonthinking nonfeeling. believes will return to “ her world” where we are powerful and understood and don’t have body that needs this much care can exist as a self not need others so sheerly. believes is telepathic with that world a d also that can hear thoughts of all other nonspeakers and talk back n forth.

we dont have good enough communication for me to. ‘interview’ her for an article or do back and forth discussion debate. but she has been dormant and then sudden took over while listening to That Fucking podcast ( for ‘research’ purpose) because of course she would. and now has so much more ‘evidence’ for the trauma beliefs (is whole web of belief have barely scratch surface here) act so smug about it so annoying, know is a part of me but hate what she does to us

and think that even though many nonspeakers who have these beliefs (and their parents and professionals around them also do) not plural and not have DID OSDD ect. 1. so few of us given language understand experience of selfves experience of dissociation & multipleness & substitute beliefs & fear and trauma. so few of us get any type therapy at all good or bad , or just therapy that follows parent religion , or just behavior and ‘ skill build’ therapy and maybe psych meds and few coping strategies taught but no pne to actually explore depths of how we feel, cause not seen as able feel only able to act. i mean only reason selfves found out language of DID exists is because being on tumblr , have access to internet and informatijom not pre approve by authority & the motor plans n cognitive ease of looking through information freely was something that cultivated and early supported after learning to type. and also immersed in queer trans communities through partner and local places , where have met some other systems who willing compare notes on experience. which most nonspeaking nonverbal people dont get.

and 2. any traumatized people especially people face specifc kind trauma of grow up full life nonspeaking presume incompetent. more likely build up all kinds ideas necessary to surviving and can see exactly how when you spend life just as fly on the wall observinf the world not affecting it, no one is teaching you how to communicate in the most full most easy way possible for body mind , being abused in the big and small ways in special ed and by staff and doctors and talked about in most awful ways while you are right there. “i am telepathic” can be belief that so so so needed to survive that hell. so can “i can talk to everyone else going through this and we can fight together with just our minds from miles away.” and do relate so deeply to nonspeakers who talk about these things.

the problem lies when peope who are not us. parents or doctors or spiritual healing bio med podcaster people. take those trauma beliefs and make them so very literal, as part of their ( usually fundamental Christian or heavy based on that) beliefs that they want nonspeakers to also hold. will turn us into these prophetic creatures when we are very young instead if just letting us be people. which is terrible for thos of us who actually hold these beliefs and experience. we not getting chance to explore what means for us, in all the depths in all the ways we need to. just taken as “holy shit my kid can read my mind” broadcast everywhere like party trick treated like something other than human. which is same place trauma lies in first place, is two sides of same coin. it is all so anger making and not what any of us deserve.

[sciderman]

How do you feel about different animated Peters? Do you have a favorite out of them?

hooh man, i know i say that i've consumed every little bit of spider-man media ever but it's really not true actually, and i think the thought of trying to watch every single animated version of peter parker kind of makes my brain explode. there are so many. i didn't actually grow up on spider-man cartoons, i only really got into spider-man comics in my late teens so my point-of-reference for peter parker will kind of always be the 616 comics, first-and-foremost.

i did watch a bit of ultimate spider-man as it was airing and i probably am one of the very few people on the planet who's kind of oddly soft on it! i have complicated feelings about ultimate spider-man. i feel about it the same kind of way that i feel about way's deadpool run. that it's an entirely annoying depiction of the character that is full to the brim with irritating jokes that don't land and package up the character to be a nutszo joke-a-minute lols random haha type deal but - i see oddly sincere and sympathetic and self-aware moments in there that make me inexplicably fond of that particular portrayal.

i don't know - i actually really love it when peter's portrayed as an actual weirdo. not the uptight square-boy you usually see, or this quirky boy-scout who's just kind of bland and cute and nerdy - but a peter parker that is actually unapologetically annoying. like you can't stand to be with him. i kind of love to see it. i don't know, i want him to be annoying. i think he should be annoying. and i love that he's fucking insane. like, objectively. he's not a sane man. he's adhd incarnate. and he's stupid. he has heroic moments, yeah, but he's also stupid and a jerk. i don't know. i'm probably giving it way too much credit, but compared to what came after (disney xd's spider-man (2017), looking at you) it's fun and kind of a very weird departure to your usual spider-man fare. deadpool appears in this show for one singular episode also so naturally thta is enough to make my brain go brrr.

(i've actually been really wanting to write a fic set in this universe. it's a universe i'm kind of interested in exploring, actually. been rotating it in my mind for a really, really long time. i'm almost ashamed to admit it, but every version of wade wilson fires up my brain, and i'm really, really interested in fleshing out this strange, i-was-a-child-soldier-turned-teenage-mercenary wade wilson. sorry. off-topic now. spider-man. we're meant to be talking about spider-man.)

disney xd's spider-man (2017) sorry you are so ugly and so boring. she doesn't exist to me. i hate that stupid nerdy off-brand tom holland ass twink with the green eyes. hate her. she is so boring. and her voice is even worse than drake bell (how could that be possible)

60's spider-man fucks. binged it so hard during my college days because it put me into the flow-state while i was working on my animation projects. i love that square boy. i love how macho he sounds when he's in the suit. i love his stupid fucking spider with the six legs. i love that they didn't have the budget for the extra two legs. i love him. he got me through college. almost tempted to do a stream of 60s spider-man so you all can enjoy it with me. it's a treasure. and thank you, 60s spider-man, for all the reaction images.

spectacular spider-man is very beloved, and i NEAARLY watched it all the way through, but – i don't know, i kind of just... don't like that peter parker very much. i couldn't tell you why. he's just a little boring to me. maybe it's the same criticism people slam onto andrew garfield's spider-man, the "he's too cool" argument. he's just not cringefail enough. he's kind of a bit boring. and his stupid SHIRT TAG that is NEVER TUCKED IN makes me FROTH at the MOUTH. i didn't wind up finishing the series because the love-triangle stuff just got way too exhausting for me. usually i eat up the peter parker drama but this particular case it really is a "why on earth is everyone in love with him. he's so boring." kind of situation. sure, it's a universal constant, but in this series it really is true. i wouldn't waste my time with him. sorry. mid. 5/10 peter parker portrayal. but the art and animation and theme song fuck.

i don't think i've watched enough of the other series to talk about them - which i feel kind of embarrassed about. i wanted to watch the animated series (1994) but just - never got around to it. i just prefer the comic-book format over animation, funnily. the irony, of me being an animator by trade, but preferring the medium of comic books. but like - i don't know. i prefer books over movies too. i just like doing more brain-work. it's why i like to write and draw more than i like to watch things. i don't like passive consumption. i want to put my brain to work. so - soooo, when it comes to watching things, i'm kind of terrible at it.

i think i should do a massive research session where i watch every spider-man series (or at least as much of them as my brain is willing to) - so i can do a comprehensive ranking of all peter parkers. if i have the time for that sort of thing (i don't.)

one day, maybe, one day. it could make a very fun video essay. i'd love to make a video essay, one day.

[shivstar]

My take on Jegulus as someone who has been there and done that ( As a Sirius Black supporter)

Warning for the lovers of the ship to stay away because I don't have particularly positive opinion.....

So most stories make it seem as such a big forbidden love story. As these two as the idol lion and snake falling in love during times of war. And to make it seem more Romio juliet type, Sirius is shown as the guy who opposes him the most.

Now truthfully we don't know the exact state in which the black boys were brought up so everything is conjecture but we are sure that there was atleast emotional abuse to make a 16 year old to take such drastic actions.

And okay i can sympathise towards the teen Regulus that he didn't know any better or thought himself to be right. But in some way he was part of the family who made Sirius feel that leaving is a better option.

We know from canon that this man didn't let 12 years with Dementors completely break him. He had a strength to him even after being so so wronged by the side he was fighting for that the likes of Remus spineless lupin can never match.

So how can anyone believe even for a second that had Sirius had even a tiniest belief that Regulus could be helped he wouldn't have stayed. To drive the point home i would clear it that I neither believe that either black boy was pressured into joining Voldemort by their parents nor were they physically tortured at the hands of their own parents. This is my head canon. So he would have stayed had regulus been anything but the snobby pampered and secure kid. Similar to Draco Malfoy.

And i know there is no comparison but imagine that Harry was not physically abused at the hands of Dursleys. Just the typical emotional and psychological abuse. Now imagine a senorio in which either Ron Or Hermione went and fell in love with Dudley. .... Yeah that is the crude version of jegulus to it's core.

Because the only difference these two will be that Dudley was 1) Harrys cousin and not his brother 2) Dudley doesnt fall into beauty standard of the fandom 3) Dudley was not a wizard.

Because just like Regulus, Dudley too has a redemption ark in the books. He understood things to a certain extent, not fully mind you, which is very similar to Regulus.

Jegulus can be palatable if the ark is somewhat of black brother reconciliation first and then James and regulus becoming acquaintance then friends and then something more because anything else is really a betrayal to the highest trust and devotion Sirius has given to James.

Now most stories i have read in my stupid phase where i could stomach that thing was James going behind Sirius' back. Seeking Regulus out when he feels defeated for yet again being rejected by Lily Evans and finding solace in the arms of this guy while Sirius and Remus are having background drama because of the shack incident and thier own *blech* sexual tension.

I cannot express how much wolfstar i had to suffer just for reading Jegulus. I mean i hate Wolfstar with a passion. I cannot stand it but i did because I was going through this phase of jegulus. Obviously Sirius Black deserves better than Lupin.

All in all writers there are so great that they make you really hate Sirius for being against this relationship. Either he is the villian Or he is the road bump in their great love saga.

I mean i don't know where this thought came from making Sirius the problem behind everything in marauders era fictions. Yes he was a troubled kid, but aren't we all. Don't tell me that you had all your shits together by 21 years of age.

Jegulus for me is like a movie I have seen as a kid about fairies and princesses thta at the time I enjoyed the most as a child but now I find them ridiculous and laugh at my own younger self for ever finding fun in it.

But I guess that is what it means to grow up.

Alos as an end note Peter pettigrew is nothing but a tiny non existent character there. Even in alternative universe. So we know that that section of the fandom will remove anyone who hasn't got looks to support. I mean yes we all hate him, he did the worst thing but his importance is so so much more to Harry Potter than Remus Lupin's.

I mean James birthed him, Sirius is his support and family and motivation. Peter is the reason behind harrys eternal suffering but even if you remove Remus Lupin fron the story nothing significant will change.

If we remove James there will be no Harry. If we remove Sirius there will be 2 less books atleast. If we remove Peter then Harry would never reach his prophesied destiny. The only role Lupin plays is making sure Peter becomes an animagus along with the other two. But with how much Sirius and James were valedictorian level kids, they might have done it without the need to help their wolfy friend.

If anyone deserve this treatment it is obviously Remus Lupin because he has so less impact on people's life that it won't matter if he is just deleted.

[m0e-ru]

Hello we have our period and are suffering so much but I wantred to draw you a picture ecause in my heating pad delirum I pooted u

Sorry I had alaughing fit because of the word pooted and stopped typinh for a soilid miniute whilst chatching my breath

In my heating pad delirium I booted up Persona 4 Golgen and I remembered Mimi and got such a happy feeling in my chest that I thoutght you would want to know. Okay? This doesnt make sense to me either hahahahaa

Here are your mims... We've been playing Monster Hunter a ton lately so I was wondeirng what weapon yoiu think they would use! And how has everything been? Hnagt on hummingbird at our feeeder Ohhhhhhhhh so cute 🐦🦚🕊 Did you know we have peacocks at the park near us? It's crazy there's one peafowl thats leucistic (lack of pigmentation ie white feathers but still darkly coloured eyes, aka not TOTAL lack of pigmentation)

Okay 👍 Text us we love you so muhch.

-🐦Red and a Bird..... Cardinal could be a good name..... It's better than screaming that I'm from Persona 4Hang on look at this

Amazing. THta's a lot of knots... Knot too many though!!! Just right!!!!Okay I can feel the advil bottle telepathicaly calling me once more so thank yo for reading we love you ok hugs good bye (Walks into the sliding door on the way out) Who put this here

hi iam trying so hard to find nargacuga video but it's too early in the morning heres lego nargacugainstead

i always get so happy to know that red goof employee thing brings joy to people like genuinely .im glad im making a difference in this world. this is market positioning, people

also i havent played monhun in forever but the first thing that comes to mind is the hunting horn ☝️ because that guy should use their lung capacity for something other than chattering also maybe the longsword because it's so funny to swing aroudn. annd i just woke up andim hungry but itsok also im playing neko atsume look at this Thing

[hypegirl1]

Mind doing a Angst Rodrick x Reader?

I feel like hes a really angsty guy in the sense of he doesnt know how any relationship works. Child bsf troupe, growing up and getting a crush on him its constantly going on and off with how much of a douche he is. then at the end he starts realizing it and boom somehow together idk lol

Sour Texts(Rodrick Heflley X Fem! reader)

AN:I was so excited to write my first request stop,I LOVED writing this.Keep those requests going guys,I have nothing better to do😭 I loved the idea ty! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Summary:Your 8th friendship anniversary with Rodrick arrives,you're both very happy about it,even though you always felt something else for him,or maybe not? Genre:Angs,fluff

Warnings:Language

Word count:935

"Y/N,hurry,I wanna go home!"

"Lily just wait a second!I have to choose a good gift for Rodrick"

"He´s not even like your boyfriend,why are you so worried about choosing a good gift?"

"That´s-"

Thta´s the last thing I wanted to hear today..."he´s not your boyfriend".No,Rodrick is not,but sometimes I wish he was,and sometimes I wish not to,he´s very cute,very funny and talented,but oh gosh,I don´t think he would be the ideal boyfriend,I mean...maybe yes,but he´s very lazy,kinda gross sometimes tho,and he´s not that smart,and that´s the problem. He has the perfect percentage of good and bad stuff about him,it´s a 50/50,since we were childhood friends,my feelings for him always came and then went away,because of all of this,and I can´t say if I hate it or love it.

"That´s nonsense Lily,we´ve been childhood friends since we were 9,I literally got us tickets for Olivia Rodrigo on your birthday,how come you say that I shouldn´t think that much about a good gift for him?"

"Well that´s different Y/N,I didn´t asked for those tickets"

"Oh,so you´re trying to say that I shouldn´t have bought them? Fine,I´ll cancel our tickets for her next concert"

"That´s not what I´m trying to say!"

"Haha,come on,don´t be stupid and try to help me find something for him"

"Fineee"

After hours of wandering around,Lily found the perfect gift.

"Y/N look,isn´t this the last album from Artic Monkeys?"

"What?It is!Rodrick has been talking about it nonstop!I should buy it"

And I did,I spent 35$ on it,damn,he better like it...After all the shopping we did,we both went home and I waited til next day to give Rodrick his gift,I wrapped it very delicately,sent him a text before going to his house saying "be there in 15!".I walked to their house and knocked on their door,waited a few seconds til Susan opened the door.

"Y/N sweetie,it´s nice to see you,what are you doing here?"

"Uhm well,it´s me and Rodrick´s 8th friendship anniversary,I came to give him his gift"

"Oh,well he´s at the garage with his band,come in"

"Thanks..."

Why was he having a rehearsal with the band?It was our anniversay,we usually reservate this day to spend it together...I could hear the music from the other side of the door,knocked and entered,omg,this was going to be embarrasing...

"Rodrick?"

"Y/N! Well hey there,what are you doing here?What´s that you got there?"

"Rodrick,can you come outside,I need to talk to you in private please..."

"Uhh,sure"

I closed the door,and that´s when I lost myself

"What the fuck is wrong with you Rodrick?!"

"What?What are you talking about Y/N?!"

"What I´m talking about?!Today is our 8th friendship anniversary Rodrick!I literally texted you 15 minutes ago telling you I´ll be here!"

"You did?I-didn´t heard my phone,sorry..."

"No,it´s not just sorry,I´m tired of you and this shit,you never remember anything!You forgot my birthday,twice!You never give me back the favors I give you,I´m always saving you at school for getting grounded for not doing your homework,I´m sick of it,I´m sick of loving you!"

"You-what?..."

"I like you Rodrick!Alright?Or I don´t know,the whole time I´ve known you my feelings always leave and the come back because of this kind of stuff!And I hate it!"

"Well I´m sorry for not being the best friend you can ever ask for!Sorry for not knowing how relationships or friendshis work! how was I even supposed to know if you liked me?! If I knew it I could have changed!"

"How-how were you supposed to know?!Are you really asking me that?! What about ALL those fucking texts I send you telling you how much I love you and appreciate you,how much I never want us to fall appart,I literally asked you to be my valentine,to spend christmas and halloween and the 4th of july with me,I bought us matching t-shirts,the other day I sent you a text telling you that I liked you!But not just once,I sent you those texts more than 100 times!"

"I thought you meant all those stuff as friends!"

"No! I didn´t! Do I have to be more obvious?! I hate that I love you because-"

"Because I´m not perfect?!"

"What?No Rodrick,I- I´m not asking you to be perfect,that´s stupid,no one is perfect"

"Well it looks like that´s what you want"

"No Rodrick,I- I just want someone to spend time with,that remembers important dates and stuff,that knows how to show love..."

"I´m sorry Y/N,I´ve been acting stupid this whole time,I just- don´t know how this stuff works"

"Well,we can work on that by now on,what do you think?"

"I´d love that"

I was blushing so hard,I admit that even though we argued we fixed it,and that´s a start,fixing things.

"What is that you have?"

"Oh...this was my gift for you for our 8th friendship anniversary,It´s the last album from Artic Monkeys..."

"Really?!"

"Yeah,here,open it"

"Y/N I-thank you,how about we start again and I compensate you all of the stuff I didn´t do?"

"As friends?"

"As more than friends"

"Yes,I´d love that..."

[hellomeowme]

you said i killed you: haunt me then.

Is apparently my bio on discord. Today i spoke to pc, he showed me stuff he wrote as a child and recently about the two breakups hes been through, and talked about how he felt when i said that even though I wouldn’t “just date anyone”, i did date him “thoda impulsively”. He then asked me about what happened with k, and i said it was a delicious blend (im embellishing the quality of my phrasing, for the better) of emotional shallowness, him not liking me v much at all, and went on to mention how seeing him talk about other girls is like quote unquote pins and needles, especially since he said he was confused about his sexuality when he broke up with me.

what i failed to mentioned was also him traipsing into asexuality soon after; i believe i did this because (i cant remember before or after i saw a reel about how it feels to be the one girl who seems be romantically or physically unattractive, whilst my friends seem to have boys spinning around them as if they were the sun) i think after him mentioning how he mentioned he asked out this girl who didn’t realise he was, and getting asked for his ig handle by a random pretty girl in amritsar, him appreciating A and other girls’ beauty so much that ive realized that he just probably did not find me attractive at all. The same way it was w pc. Which is an insane amount of karma being thrown back into my face. I probably just attracted him for the same reason pc did, we are v similar, understand each other and gel v well. But im the girl best friend, not the girl you pine over or ask out in a club cuz shes pretty. Even pc descibes me a cold, cold dish of honesty as the “most adorable person in the world” while he describes his more recent ex as “cute, gorgeous , hot, she can be whatever she wants to be” and strikingly good looking as well.

i have spent the past hour or two trying to aesthetically lose my mind over this, because, like in the comments of that reel, saying this to my friends will only trigger a pity party or sympathy, they could never understand. I remember i saying how only after she found out z liked her did she feel not unlovable. Trying to listen and understand songs from folklore, and say stuff like “this is so cringe “ , “im swimming in a sea of mediocrity” to appease my self perceived onlookers; randomly A saying dating has nothing to do w attractiveness and everything w social skills and j saying ofc she said thta shes fucking hot bro (not verbatim but pretty close) come to mind.

one thing i said in an attempt to poetically portray my particular brand of rock bottom is that i wish i could gouge my eyes out so i wouldnt have to look at myself- i dont know if i meant it then, dont think i do know either. But yes - the ability to know what is beautiful and therefore to know youre not has got to be the cruelest joke played on me for a long time, and i cannot bring myself to laugh at the punch line.

[planetorigo]

I LOVE music statistics of something that doesn't matter so I'm doing a deep dive of my Obscurify with all of you. Take my hand.

Reminder: I live in Canada so it's set to that by default and I would still say it accurately describes my music tastes.

So while the top genres hardly surprise me, I also need to know what the hell "pov: indie" stands for. If it's meant to describe music that puts you in a specific perspective of something and it's independent music, then I don't know how accurate that is. Primarily because I know why I have indie and indietronica on here. (I was wrong - I thought pov: indie was because of Chonny Jash but checking, he doesn't have a genre labelled to him - it's actually from Mother Mother and IDKHOW)

Also I have literally never heard of "alt z" as a genre. What is that. That's a keyboard command as far as I'm concerned.

Now on that poll, I saw that my music taste is 94%, meaning I'm a pretty unique Canadian with a music taste. However, what I'm more interested in is the summary because it's got this

Honestly impressive Madeon got that high up this year. Like - Chonny doesn't surprise me in the slightest and that's primarily because I've seen my last.fm. Spotify Wrapped will confirm that for me too. But man I've just really been into Madeon. I listened to him more than I thought but maybe I shouldn't be surprised - Pay No Mind is a bop and I'm glad I finally listened to Adventure.

Tracks are fun to look at. Two Marianas Trench songs and I know exactly why it's those two specifically (OC playlists. That's why.) StopRewind is for a similar reason but not so much villain and Villainous Thing but I did listen to them a lot.

Current is also interesting to look at because aside from the tracks, the artists is literally just the same as it says on last.fm right now. ...In all-time. But keep in mind, I didn't know how to actually connect my Spotify account onto last.fm until this year and a month after I made thta account and even if it wasn't a month, it was definitely in August which I'm reminded more and more is a little less and more time than I think.

Funny enough, this is also less unique by 1% than my All-Time.

Next section is "Most Obscure" which immediately gave me a laugh because for Artists, it looks like this.

Ah yes - three members from Aqours, Aqours as a whole and Mr Marianas Trench himself and suspected Loverboy member by Todd in the Shadows, Josh Ramsay. He sticks out like a sore thumb it's really funny.

But then I have a question about the tracks...

Why is Razzmatazz on here? 'Cause just by like - you know. What I know - I know for a fact more people have listened to IDKHOW than Chonny (I actually don't know with Circus-P to be honest but I'm confident in IDKHOW compared to Chonny). And Razzmatazz is such a weird one to be on "most obscure" considering it's the title track of an album, and even if it's the singles version (because of how Spotify works), I still don't get how that can be considered the most obscure??

Fuck - let alone IDKHOW being there at all??? What - it couldn't be Right As Rain? Another Chonny song? I know there are songs on CCCC that not many people listen to compared to others.

Anyways I'm skipping artists and songs 'cause I have nothing to say about them. They're less interesting to me.

Here's what I think is the funniest.

SO for one thing, don't worry about how I'm doing. I'm mostly fine.

However I'm confused by the wording here. Not the idea my music taste is getting sadder or angrier - but what "Your favorite example means". Does this mean it's my favorite example in how my music taste is getting sadder... or is it my favorite example in how happy my music taste can be??? Because I don't know if Zamza by Nightcord ft KAITO is the greatest example.

By the way this isn't the only time Zamza by Nightcord ft KAITO appears.

It's in Danceability too

Considering Chonny is Mr Slut for a Keychange, I'm guessing that's on him. Though it's funny to once again see Zamza being used as my favorite example. Like - twice in a row? Awesome.

It has absolutely nothing to say about me listening to upbeat music by the way. That hardly surprises me as I prefer my music with a lot of energy in it. And coincidentally, that typically involves more electronic sounds.

Though I suppose according to this, my "perfect example" for Acousticness is "Up to No Good" by The Hoosiers. Interesting...

Anyways taking a look at everything else, that's about all I'm interested in sharing. Bar the fact it says my favorite decades of music is the 2010s which I thought was neat but I think it was mostly because that was the time period I got Spotify so of course I'd focus more on stuff there. Also the 2020s aren't done yet.

Okay post is over. I hope this doesn't suddenly become long for people despite there being a Read More. I know I have a Ramblings tag but I don't want to use that anymore. It became hard to distinguish between that and this.

[numinousher]

Combined Beings

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNING IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭),  deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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A/N: I accidentally deleted my account so thankfully i got the chapters by email (thanks @iamkookiesforyou for helping me figure thta out!)

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“Listen, do you want me to punch them?”

Your best friend and co-worker, Ari, spoke from her spot next to you as you two eyed the other workers there. They were all mindlessly staring at their computers or highlighting papers all while they took breaks bringing you down.

You snorted. “No. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“It’s just annoying the way they believe they are the most beautiful creatures when their personalities are complete shit,” Ari scoffed out, glancing at you before you two looked away from everyone. You two faced the other way towards the muffins the CEO’s had dropped off early in the morning when no one was there. “Like, I’m all for women power but, fuck that power when it comes to them.”

“Ari,” you chuckled at her words and she shrugged, as if she didn’t say anything wrong. And she didn’t. You just didn’t want her to be the subject of teasing next. “Listen, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. I’m not exactly phased by it.”

“As long as you aren’t,” she looked at you, eyeing the strand of hair you placed behind your ear. “Remember, you are just as beautiful and you are absolutely breathtaking.”

“I’m going to start dating you if you don’t stop.”

“Please, do so,” she winked at you playfully before you two giggled at one another’s words. It was cut short when a voice broke you two out of your bubble.

“Y/n, stop hogging the food, I’m sure you’ve had enough by the way you look,” Ari rolled her eyes when you two turned around to see, Iseul, the woman who will not leave you alone, and Minjun, who bullied you because said woman did so.

“Oh, please, it’s embarrassing that at your age you’re acting so immature,” Ari gave the woman a deadpan stare. “Let’s clear up, too, that your inappropriate work clothes aren’t going to attract the attention of the CEOs.”

“Just leave us alone,” you breathed out, not phased by Iseul’s words. “You clearly are too bored that you’re not minding your own business.”

“You better watch the way you speak to your elders, y/n,” Minjun seethed at you and the way you spoke to Iseul.

“Again, emphasis on the ‘elders’,” Ari smiled sarcastically before grabbing your arm and leading you away. You got stopped, though, when Minjun grabbed your arm rather harshly, his bitten off nails digging into the flesh of your arm.

“You’re nothing here,” he spat out. “This business isn’t for girls that look like you. You and your friend here, if you keep talking to us with such disrespect, I will take this to the CEOs.”

“Act your age,” you glared at him, pulling your arm away from his grip. You and Ari walked away while your dearest friend rubbed the damaged skin. “He really said this business as if we didn’t work on trading products.”

“They probably don’t even realize the stupid words that escape their lips,” Ari shook her head. “But, anyway, with her and his horrible personality, they won’t won’t get anyone.”

“Minjun is so whipped for her,” you pointed out and Ari hummed at your words. “It makes me feel bad when he gets treated badly by her but, when he says stupid stuff like right now, I don’t feel bad. Does that make me a bad person?”

Ari smiled at how kind you were. It was the best and worst trait of yours. You really needed to be the badass woman she saw when you were at the club and a guy tried groping you.

Let’s just say, the guy ended up with a nose that his girlfriend, who attacked you instead, had to pay for.

“I love you so much,” Ari spoke, “but don’t feel bad for a douchebag like him. He put himself in that situation, lovely.”

You hummed in agreement as you sat down by your desk, Ari sitting next to you.

“Are you staying later by the way?” You asked her and she shook her head, sighing in relief.

“Thank goodness I don’t,” she breathed out, placing her hands behind her head. “For the first time, I am going home early.”

“Lucky,” you pouted. “I’m staying late.”

“Poor you.”

She laughed at your pain before you two started on work, working on the things you needed to in order to get out of work quickly.

It wasn’t long before you and your supervisor, Eunji, were the only ones left in the building, both of you giving each other assignments once in a while while bringing one another food or water.

“Y/n!” Eunji spoke loudly from her office room, glancing down at her watch while her bag was over her shoulder and her jacket was placed on her forearm. “Hey, I have to pick up my son from my mother-in-law’s. The documents that you are finishing need to be handed to Mr. Park by 7. His floor is second to last and his assistant is there, tell her about the documents, and she’ll let you hand them to him. I have a folder on my desk and it’s the yellow one. And that’s about it. Can you do that?”

She looked at you and you processed the information before nodding. “Don’t worry. I’ll have them turned in before that.”

She smiled at you. “Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have asked you for this but the documents are important. My son was just feeling fussy so I have to pick him up.”

“Don’t worry, Eunji,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her. “No, go. I’m okay doing this.”

“Call me if you forgot what documents you need to turn in.”

“I will.”

You sighed as soon as she got into the elevator, looking around the building as the sunset came through the windows, alerting you of the time.

You looked down at the documents again after putting music on and pursed your lips before puffing your cheeks.

You really needed to sleep early.

After 20 minutes passed, you glanced at the time. 6:33. You grabbed what you needed before heading towards Eunji’s office, grabbing the yellow document she told you to get on top of her desk.

Walking to the elevator, you moved around in the uncomfortable flats that were starting to hurt your feet since you had been walking around in the beginning of work, being told to do this or that by Iseul. After all, you couldn’t say no since she only got the job because of her persistent mother who donated so much to the company.

You looked up when the elevator made a sound, letting you know it opened. But, you were startled when you saw a man there, jacket on his arm and a black mask on covering the lower half of his face. He looked at you with such piercing, beautiful eyes, staring at you up and down.

You cleared your throat softly, getting in, and glanced at the buttons in front of the man.

“What floor?” The man asked, giving you a look one more time before his hands hovered against the things you were looking at.

“Second to last floor,” you answered, fingers drumming against your arm since you had them crossed over your chest.

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park?” The man asked and you nodded timidly. He hummed. “Have you ever met him?”

“No,” you shook your head. “This will be my first time. My supervisor is usually the one to drop them off but, she had to leave early so she left these behind for me to hand.”

“You’re overworking, then?” The man questioned next and you pursed your lips before shrugging.

“I guess you could say that,” you replied, sending him a small smile as he continued to look at you here and there. “I don’t mind, though. I like getting my work done even if I have to leave home late and even if I don’t get paid for those hours.”

“What’s your name?” The man hummed once again, putting his jacket on. Once he did so, he placed his hands in his pockets, eyes meeting yours. He arched an eyebrow before sticking out his hand. You glanced between it and his face.

“My name is Y/n,” you answered, shaky hand touching his. Your breath hitched in your throat as his icy hand held yours tightly but soft at the same time. You could tell he smiled by the way it reached his eyes, clearly wanting to tease your reaction. “What’s yours?”

Dramatically, the elevator pinged, and you looked up to see the doors opening.

The man next to you stuck out his arm, letting you go first and you bowed, heading towards the pregnant assistant who was standing up to get a drink. You smiled at her and she did, too, but she focused on the man who came out with you.

“Mr. Park!”

“Hi, Binna,” he bowed and you held in your gasp at who he was. He towered over you, shoulder bumping into yours as he got closer to you, grabbing something from his assistant. He looked at you. “I got it from here, by the way. You should head home, I want you to go eat dinner and be with your family.”

Binna nodded and bowed at your boss. “I will, Mr. Park.”

She turned to grab her stuff and Mr. Park turned, too, the documents handed to him still being held in his grasp. He glanced over his shoulder, tilting his head to the side, instructing you to follow him.

You nodded and did so, bowing goodbye to his assistant, thanking her even if she hadn’t talked to you, but she, nonetheless, did the same.

You walked behind Mr. Park, taking in your surroundings. God, his office was such a spacious place with only his assistant in the front of the elevator, and then having to take another hallway to get to his office.

He opened the door, making you go in first, and he went second, closing it behind him. The heels of his shoes hit the floor as he walked towards his desk, making you gulp.

You breathed in, hoping your awkwardness won’t course through your body and hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What happened to Eunji?” The man spoke as soon as he sat down. He looked at you and he took off his mask, running a hand over his hair. You tried hiding the way your breath hitched in your throat. He was so beautiful.

You cleared your throat. “She said she had to go pick up her son from her mother in law’s.”

He nodded and looked at you intensely, his gaze burning holes throughout your body. You walked toward him, handing him the documents.

He hummed and grabbed them, his fingertips brushing against the skin of your hand, a surge of goosebumps rising on your arm.

He looked at the documents before fully looking at you, his gaze dropping down your body subtlety that you yourself didn’t even notice since you wanted to get out.

He surprised you, though, once his fingers reached out to grab your arm. His thumb ran itself over the skin where Minjun’s fingers left a bruise, some skin having peeled off, too, but not to the point where you bled.

“Who did this?” He mumbled to you, standing up from his chair to stand in front of you.

You debated whether you should tell him, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you once he tried doing something about Minjun. After all, Minjun was close to Iseul and she had more power than you. You could look like a fool and you’d be fired.

“Um, I did it?” You mentally facepalmed yourself at your tone before closing your eyes and sighing.

He chuckled at your words before glancing at you. He turned around and grabbed a kit nearby, grabbing some things.

“I know it’s not bleeding,” he said, “but I’d rather clean it and put the bandaid on.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Mr. Park,” you tried to wave him off but he gripped your arm, wiping the skin with an antiseptic wipe.

“I don’t mind, y/n, right?” he looked up at you through his lashes, making you nod. But he arched an eyebrow. “Words.”

“Um, yes, Mr. Park.”

He smiled at your words. “Better.” You looked down at the way he placed a bandaid on your arm and he snorted at the designs. “Hope you like it.”

You looked at it and smiled in amusement, the bandaid having been one of Barbie. You chuckled just like he did, eyeing it before turning to look back at him.

“Thank you,” you bowed your head and he hummed before grabbing another and giving it to you.

“Here, have it,” he said. “I’m pretty sure all of them are Barbie so, enjoy one. If you get hurt and you want a pretty bandaid, come see me.”

“Thank you again, Mr. Park,” you bowed again before walking away.

“Don’t hesitate to come up here if you want to tell me who did that to you,” he spoke up, causing you to freeze in your steps. You opened the door. “I don’t tolerate harassment.”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you. Thank you.”

“Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Mr. Park.”

“So, he just took care of that for you?” Ari looked at the bandaid in shock, clearly still processing the fact that you had met one of your CEOs. “He even knows how beautiful you are.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“I’m being serious, y/n,” she swatted your arm, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I go up there right now with a scratch, I’m sure he would just ignore me.”

“Not true.”

“Uh, scratch me!” She exclaimed, sticking her arm out. You raised an eyebrow at her, glancing at her and then down at her arm.

“I am not hurting you.”

“You’re gonna hurt me,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “I will do anything to prove my point.”

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna even get to scratch you,” you crossed your arms as you stared at your friend, “especially if I’m doing it on purpose.”

“Hmm…”

“Those pants look tight on you,” you two turned to look at Iseul who came forward, a coffee in her hand. Ari smiled at her presence for the first time.

“Hey, Iseul,” Ari started, “did you gain weight?”

Iseul’s head snapped up to look at her and you turned around to grab your coffee, knowing fully well you couldn’t do much to stop your friend. You just stood back and will step in if necessary.

“Excuse me?” The woman asked with attitude seeping through her words. “You shouldn’t be talking to me that way, I will have you fired.”

“I’m just saying,” Ari shrugged. “You’ve been bullying, y/n, for her weight but maybe it’s because you’re projecting.”

Ari tried to hide her smile at coming to feel Iseul grab her arm. She really did take this serious.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Ari.”

Iseul’s fingernails did dig themselves into the girl’s arm, blood coming out of the wound. You sighed and grabbed your friend’s arms as soon as the other woman left.

“You’re bleeding, you idiot,” you breathed out, about to grab a napkin if it weren’t for Ari immediately moving away from your grip.

“I’m going to ask Eunji if she has documents to take up.”

Ari left quickly towards Eunji, ignoring the woman’s concern over her evident wound. Ari came out with documents and sent you a thumbs up, heading towards the elevator. You shook your head and sat on the chair by your desk, watching the elevator stop on the floor you were at yesterday.

It didn’t take less than five minutes for Ari to come down, a grin on her face. You stared at her, unfazed, before your eyes came to set on her arm.

“He didn’t take care of me like he did to you yesterday,” she smiled triumphantly, like as if she did something amazing. Her face then morphed into one of pain when she finally registered her wound. “Fuck, give me a bandaid.”

You already had it out, knowing she was already going to ask for it. She smiled before you two went back to work, doing the assignments due.

A couple minutes ago, Jimin Park sat by his desk, thinking about you.

In fact, he didn’t know why he was thinking about you. He never payed attention to any of the people who worked for him and the others, but why did he help you yesterday?

There was something about you. And it wasn’t the way your pants fit on your figure and the way the blouse looked so pretty on you. You were attractive, but those eyes of yours who looked at him in a way many didn’t look at him.

Every woman he’s come across immediately came onto him. Even people who worked for him. Boundaries were never set and they only saw him as an attractive man who they assumed can win over.

They would sit on his lap like he couldn’t say no. His silence, in their mind, was an invitation. And he hated being seen as an object.

So, when your innocent self came into the room, he noticed. He noticed the way you awkwardly stood and looked around, the way you only handed him documents, and he knew that you were there for innocent matters.

While he was thinking about you, a knock was heard from his door, and he looked down at his papers.

The door opened and he looked up before coming across a woman that pursed her lips, documents in hand. He looked back down, sticking his hand out, and feeling the documents she gave him on the palm of his hand. She stood by his desk, waiting for him to speak.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked, his gaze not leaving his work.

“No, sir. Is there anything you need?”

He glanced to the woman with a deadpan expression and shook his head. “You can go.”

She nodded and bowed, leaving, but he noticed the wound on her arm.

She could put a Band-Aid on her own arm.

[sifya]

Ok, my brief ones. 1)choè will become phisical adult in future. I love her designer, But i always wonder why she didn't grow up. Vampires in this series are race so it is normal for them growing,you can tell maybe for human who turned in vampires it is different,but we can see lord rutherv grow up during war, and choè did grow up after her turning for few years before to stop. So I believe vampires can unconsciously influrence their growing by world formula ,so it explaines why jeanne looks like a young woman despite being older than main staff, Count Parks Orlok  is probabily born like a vampire but looks older than ruthever. I think Chloè unconsciously stopped her growing like a way to stop the time fades, because her parents want she lives like human. So stopping her growing means all step of life would be done when she wasn't human. Now she doesn't need anymore because she find people who loved her (ps I think her parents loved deeply her but like a parent focused on sick child,they forgotten the illness is not only trait of thta person). For that she still sleeep because her body needs all her force for growing. 2) I have written a fic about but i think jeanne isn't artificial vampire,still naemia vesserl but Jeanne's her daughter.

They looks similar but not same, for example jeanne is short, and Vnc is gothic fairy tales, and in fairy tales moms tried to kill/steal life their own children how much stepparents. If jeanne is artificial person and the possession fail, why would naemia have a new body yet?After all years charlatan could create anew body? I don't like when they make in narative vampire god-power, it makes less realist and funny the story. So for me Jeanne is Faustina's biologic daughter, before the cursed destoyed her bosy, Jeanne was send in lab for breaking her spirit and prepare for possession. Jeanne run(help by somebody). So after years naemia tried to still jeanne's body but I think Ruthver salved jeanne, but Jeanne isn't a curse bearer but the connection with naemia give her problems. Why I wants Jeanne being her daughter not artificial vampire. I think her heroine's journal would be more interesting respect " Yes i'm artificial but I'm true" and not giving a true character devolpement. The biggest fail of Jeanne is close mind and naivess, she is happy in her slavery because luca is nice with her. But she was in war and how much innocent people she killed for corropt senate. how much bourrence like her are suffering. Being a copy of queen remove her responsibility, but being the princess means she have the right and duty to change the things. Also she tokk ispiration to saintess jeanne , who freed the France.

Also if I 'm right Vanitas who have a true ally for stop charlatan, Charlatan is part of senate so they controll army and bourrences, so speaking the true noè and vanitas could't so much agaist them.

... I have others theories but it is to much, I'm sorry for spelling I'm not native speaker and I'm dyslexic :(.

Let me know your thoughts!

Looking for a Vanitas no Carte fan to chat and swap theories with, it's so hard to find ANYONE in this fandom! Preferably looking for someone 18 or older since I am 20, and I just think it's not appropriate for me to talk to anyone younger than that

If you want to chat! Comment below or dm me! :)

[stillthesunkenstars]

Me @ brax be like:

Bonus:

[crispin-kreme]

falling, fallen ; an enhypen series

synopsis: enhypen as fictional diseases and soulmate au’s.

general genres: angst, fluff, soulmate! au, bestfriends to lovers au

notes: in line with me having 100 followers, consider this as a special ;) also this is my first series so like this might be bullshitted aye-

this series has been completed. have fun reading!

lee heeseung: consequences

synopsis: loving you had consequences, at least for heeseung. falling in love with his best friend was never easy for him. whenever he sees you, a unique music plays in his mind and rings in his ears. he suffers from musicalia— a one-sided love disease. loving you for the longest time, heeseung kept his composure as the song plays in his mind for years and he hasn’t succumb to insanity. what will happen if he confesses to you? do you take it or do you not?

musicalia: a disease that happens during a one sided love event wherein the victim hears a unique song playing in their minds as they start to fall in love. the music may stop when the victim’s crush returns their feelings otherwise they may go insane and die.

read his story here

park jongseong: your voice

synopsis: what if we were born in this world to look for our soulmates or our true love? that’s what happens to jay and y/n. they are two strangers who experience heartbreak, hoping for their true love to come by. they both experience three heartbreaks, subtle or not. then a voice rings in both of their heads. once jay heard your voice ringing in his head, he ought to look for you and same for you, you ought to look for the voice that rings in your head. little did you not know he was your soulmate.

in this universe— you will have to experience three heartbreaks. doesn’t matter if it is subtle or not. once you have experienced that, you will be able to hear your soulmate’s voice.

read his story here

sim jaeyun ; sunsets

synopsis: you are born into this world only seeing monotoned colors. but except one, you can only see the color of the sunset. you loved painting and sketching but unfortunately all you could paint was the sunset. you didn’t know what this means until you met jake. the moment your eyes locked in, you were able to see all the colors. jake loved the sunset, it was his favorite colors. all this time you have been seeing your favorite colors of your soulmate which is the one and only: sim jaeyun.

in this universe— you are born only seeing monotone colors (black and white) but you could only see the favorit colors of your soulmate. once you make eye contact with your soulmate, you are able to see all the colors around you. (yea inspired from color rush)

read his story here

park sunghoon ; beautiful tears

synopsis: park sunghoon has been in love with you since you guys were in middle school. but he knew that you would never return his feelings thus, he suffers from star-tear disease. he cries crystalline tears that are beautiful. he hates crying. he despises it. but if it were all for you, he wouldn't mind crying.

star-tear disease: like hanahaki, it happens in a one sided-love. the victim cries out colorful crystalline tears that makes shimmering sounds as it cascades down and when it falls on the ground, the crystalline shatters. in some cases, the victim may experience color blindness and in rare cases they may go blind. star-tear disease may be cure when the other party accepts the victim's feelings but the damage in the victim's sight has been done and can no longer be repaired.

read his story here

kim sunoo ; how to mend a broken heart

synopsis: every one is born with a heart that glows and it is visible amongst themselves. kim sunoo has the brightest heart and so do you. but a conflict arises between sunoo's life, making the heart lose its glow. gradually, sunoo has become numb to pain once his heart lost his glow. will you be able to ignite his heart again or lose him forever?

in this universe- every one is born with a glowing heart that is only visible amongst themselves. once the heart experience heartbreaks, it loses its glow little by little until it totally shuts down. when this happens, the person may feel numb. only true love can set this heart ablaze again.

read his story here

yang jungwon ; blooming

synopsis: yang jungwon has loved you ever since high school started. admiring you from afar, he suffers from hanahaki disease. you’re very close to jungwon, but you don’t know how he feels towards you. all you know is thta your bestfriend is doing well. but what would happen if the worse happens to jungwon? would you return his feelings?

hanahaki disease: it is a disease that occurs in an unrequited love event. the victim coughs out flowers (or cherry blossoms in popular culture). in some versions, the flower may bloom into their lungs causing this to infect their lungs and make the victim die later on. this disease may only be cured by the victim’s crush returning their feelings.

read his story here

nishimura riki ; fix you

synopsis: riki hated the fact that you loved another person other than him. the time came you confessed to the person you admired so much. not knowing the consequence, once you got home your skin suddenly started shattering, as if you were made of glass. riki came home to you breaking on the floor, he knew the consequence of you confessing. he loves you very much thus placing back the pieces of you were not a burden to him.

shattered heart disease: this happens when the victim confesses their love to someone they don’t have a chance with. their skin starts to shatter as if they’re like glass. when someone truly loves the victim, they may be able to place the pieces back together.

read his story here

[xoxo-denver-xoxo]

Hi me again can I request another Sally Face(I really like the game) when its like the start of the game and its sal first day at school, Travis is picking on the group(Sal, Larry, Ash, Todd) and then the reader whos like 2 years older than them and is like a jock and Travis is terrified of them?

NOTE: I don't really know how to add the first day of school part so it's just a normal school day. Also, it hints to a future relationship.

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Sal honestly expected to bullied at school, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Especially when the bully could actually get under his skin sometimes. Still, he managed to keep his cool and calmy escape the situation. Sometimes. Other times he'd get sassy back or Larry would step in to help. Today Travis was messing with them all. And Larry has had enough.

"Travis, just fuck off already before I put in you the ground!" Larry spoke menacingly. Sal put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down but it didn't really work.

"Heh, you don't scare me! You're just some pathetic, fag!" Travis always used the same, basic insults. Sal could easily predict his next words and be 75% right. Larry didn't have time to respond.

"Traaavis. Travis - dude - what the fuck are you doing?" a voice sneered from behind Todd and Ashley. When the two stepped out of the way, an upperclassman stepped into the fight. They were wearing a letterman jacket, the one that the football team wears. Travis shrunk back in what Sal could only assume was fear. But why? Yeah, it was an upperclassman but they weren't scary. They seemed rather normal.

"W-well, I was er uh...," Travis attempted to explain in a mutter, but he couldn't come up with any excuse. The upperclassman was now standing directly in front of Travis now.

"Get the fuck out of here before I call your daddy to come retrieve your corpse," they snarled down at him. That seemed to do the trick, Travis quickly fled the fight. The only thing left were you and them. They stared at you in awe while you just continued to glare at Travis as he fled the hallway.

"Man, that guy really needs to be put in place. Hope someone knocks him out one day," you snorted, as you turned back to the group. They were all staring at you, in confusion? Shock? Whatever it was, it was kinda freaking you out. Especially with the masked kid. "You guys good or...?" The masked kid snapped out of it.

"Y-yeah! We're okay, just.... surprised," Sal assured. Everyone else snapped out of it when he spoke and Todd was immediately thanking you while Larry insisted on knowing how you managed to scare Travis off. Ashley and Sal stood back as to not overwhelm you.

"Alright, alright. Back off, don't start nagging at me now," you shoo'ed Todd and Larry back before introducing yourself. "What's all y'all's names?"

"I'm Larry. Sorry to bug ya like thta, just.... woah. I don't think I've ever seen him run so fast," Larry marveled. You responded with a chuckle as you explained. "Travis tried to join the football team. He just wasn't good enough. So, his daddy tried to pay his son into the team. Let's say the coach doesn't take bribes easily," you snickered.

"Well, I'm Ashley. Everyone just calls me Ash, though," Ashley introduced herself. "Thanks for scaring that jerk off, he was really starting to piss me off." You gave a nod.

"I'm Todd, and I totally agree. Travis does need to be taught a lesson but it seems like you're getting there," Todd agreed. You gave a shrug. "I would beat him up but I'm afraid to be kicked off the team. The only case in which I would beat that dick upis if attempted to hurt a teammate or friend," you acknowledged. Sal had to admit, he was rather thrilled to have you present. He didn't want Lisa to stress aboutLarru if he did get in a fight with Travis.

"And I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face sometimes," the masked kid finally soat out his name. You blinked. "Isn't that a little insensitive?" you stammered, looking at the kid from top to bottom. Sal was happy the mask was present. He would be so embarrassed if you saw his blush.

"I don't mind it all that much," he muttered a little too quietly. Thankfully you still heard him. "Well, if it's not too insensitive of me, what's with the mask?" you hesitated to ask. "Nah, don't worry about it. Everyone asks. It's a prosthetic," he replied. You nodded.

"Hey, why don't you come hang with us after school today? It'll be chill to have you around," Larry suggested, you agreed to his invitation and gave him your number.

"See you guys around. See you, Sally Face."

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Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.12

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“No, I haven’t tried it out yet. I’m thinking of doing a blind playthrough”, I muttered into the mic after catching the question about an upcoming game in the chat. My eyes flickered over the messages that were incoming quickly, but most of them were just reactions or weird requests, so I took a sip from the energy drink on my table and kept my eyes on the monitor. “Shirois joining us for Among us later, you guys can ping her on the server”, I stifled a smile because I knew she was going to get spammed, but it was technically her fault for being late again. I had the feeling that I heard someone come in, so I retracted one side of my headset from my ears to catch who it was. “Who is it?”, annoyance in my voice as I was pretty sure I hung up my ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. “Who do you think it is?”, Kuroo’s voice boomed through the room, not caring for a second that people might see him. “Ah guys, it’s just Kuroo” “What do you mean just Kuroo?”, he stepped closer to tower over my chair and leaned in closer to read the chat box, “Oho? That’s a lot of people! Hello~”, he chimed and grinned into the camera. “Alright, alright nobody missed you, go away!”, I grumbled, looking at the chat filling with messages for Kuroo now instead. Hearts everywhere. “Hmm~”, he got closer again, his hands clasping my shoulders on each side. I knew he wanted to get a reaction out of me, that idiot, but I’m not going to give him what he wants. “Looks like I’m more popular than you want to admit!” He pushed his weight onto me and I almost slumped into the chair, I forgot how massive that dude is. Annoying With a direct movement, I shoved my elbow somewhere into his direction as I heard a gasp followed by a low groan. Confused, I looked at the chat typing ‘oh’s and ‘shit’s as I turned around to find Kuroo clutching his shoulder with an expression that looked foreign to me. With s quick motion I pressed the button to disable my camera and muted my mic. Kuroos face tried to quickly turn into a grin as he rubbed his shoulder, but the strained muscles of his arm showed me something different. I scented the air and normally I would be met with the warmth of apples and cinnamon, a scent I found way too intense since childhood, but all that was left of it was a stressed and fouled apple. The cinnamon became so intense to a point that it hurt my nose and I stood up from my chair. With a couple of clicks I ended the stream prematurely, and my head snapped to the alpha still holding his shoulder. “Why did you end the stream?”, with a last hope of not starting this conversation he glued his eyes to the now black monitor. “What happened”, I snapped, sounding more angry than scared or confused. But I felt all of those emotions. Was it as bad as I thought? Maybe it was just a sprain? But the shoulder is such an important part of playing volleyball. Kuroo opened his mouth without looking at me and I shook my head, “look at me”. Reluctantly, he matched my gaze and I hoped my tired expression would overshadow my anxious mind. “It was a couple of weeks ago”. I kept quiet, urging him to continue. He sighed and sat down on the bed, his arm still supporting his shoulder. “I was just a small sprain in the beginning, the coach told me I could keep training. We played mock games a lot and had some matches outside of training. I think I either sprained it again or it got worse some other way, beacuse when I went for a block one day my arm was pushed back”. I winced and made a face and Kuroo nodded. “The athletic trainer and the doctors said it’s just inflamed, but that means no hard training for a month” A month. That’s way too long. “What about the tryouts?”, I mumbled. “I don’t know, I don’t think I can make it till then ya know”, he tilted his head back and a loose laugh came out of him, “Tryout are next week, I don’t think my shoulder will suddenly be all buddy buddy with me”. My eyes stayed on his shoulder, and I just now realised I actually hit him directly into it. My vanilla scent stifled, and Kuroo caught that. “It

doesn’t hurt anymore. Just when I move it too much”, a grin etched onto him, “or when I get hit into it”. My pity for him dissipated for a moment. Cracking jokes now, is he even an adult? “I guess I’m sorry”, I grumbled with a disgusted expression. “Hm”, he huffed out and his demeanor shifted back into a serious one. “Bokuto doesn’t know anything”. “Hah?! How?”, I took my headphones off completely and turned my chair closer to the alpha. “We were in different teams that day, the camp was almost over so I just sayd to him that I would train something else”. I.slumoed back into the chair. “Let me guess, yiu were actually doing physical therapy right?” Kuroo nodded, his head snapping to the door as someone came in. White chocolate wafted into the room as she walked in, her eyes trained on Kuroos shoulder. “Shiro”, I chimed. Her face contorted into a mix of no emotion and too much emotion, as she sat down next to Kuroo and kept looking at his injury. Slowly, she touched just above his collar bone, leaving the alpha to twitch a little and press his teeth together. “You”, clasped her hand on her mouth and stood up again. Walking toward me with a vacant expression and her scent getting almost mouldy she stood still and took in a deep breath. “Shir-” “HOW MANY TIMES DO I TELL YOU TO BE CAREFUL? HUH?”, her voice feeding into a screech and Kuroo winced and ducked his head. Her voice was not only angry, but incredibly soothing to me. Yet for Kuroo, it felt like nails on chalkboard. Sigma voice. Designed to let alphas have a taste of their own medicine and the only feature of voice thta calms betas. I almost snorted if it weren’t for the situation. Serves him right. “It was an accident”, Kuroo whisper yelled. “Then don’t get into accidents!” “That’s doesn’t make sense!” She huffed and plopped herself back onto the bed. “I really wanna hit you”. “Oh, go ahead Kenma already had his turn!”, Kuroo snickered and I groaned. A sudden silence fell over us, as we all contemplated what would happen next. It was pretty obvious that Kuroo would have to varsity out this semester. Technically, that wasn’t too bad. Still I knew that Kuroo would beat himself up anyway. Especially when Bokuto finds out, as they had both been roaring about the fact they could finally be in the same team. If the doctors estimate was correct, his shoulder should be better in one or two weeks, it would still not be the best idea to start a training as hard as varsity. “So, what are you going to do?”, Shiroasked, her voice calming down to her natural base. Exasperated, Kuro pushed his hands through his mess of a hair, pausing for a moment. “I’ll have to find something else to do for the meantime”. “What if you talk to the coach? They might let you try out later?”, Shiroinquired, but I already knew how Kuroo would react to that. First of all, the coach wouldn’t agree to that. Not he was overly mean or strict, but he was sure to give out few chances and not let others in whenever they wanted to. When the try-outs are over, they are over. And taken by Kuroo’s puzzled expression I was correct in my assessment. Kuroo won’t take pity chances. “The coach won’t do that anyways”, I muttered. “Exactly”, Kuroo let himself fall down onto the bed, “I’ll just try next semester”. “That sucks, I really wanted to watch the games”, Shirogrumbled and quickly caught her mistake as we both snapped our head towards her. “Oho~ So you like watching me hm?” “Stop I didn’t mean it like that!”, She shrieked as Kuroo loomed over her with his left arm spread out imitating some sort of monster. “I will fight you!”, Shiro put her hands up and readied herself. “Okay, you both forget that the big nerd is injured”. “Ah-” “Yeah right” Shaking my head I turned around in my chair, trying to leave the gnawing feeling of anxiousness behind me as I turned on my computer again. Let’s start this stream again.

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