#never ever let anyone borrow your books kids

[incoherentscreaming101]

the fucking audacity of this one person to borrow my first year books and not return them when im asking for it again now

they finished their 11th btw.

they even said yes okay to giving my books back and never followed through

they also proceeded to not open our chat ever again and leave me on unread

i called them after that because i need my first year books back for entrance exams and fucking NEET and they havent picked up any of my calls (but they are online btw)

after calling them multiple times, they proceeded to put their phone on silent (i have screenshots that can confirm this)

i was very angry before now im just upset and i need my fucking books back.

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 2- Professor! Kakashi x Nurse!Reader

        It started out harmless enough. The two of you started in the same month, both confused on a few things about the college and had to guide each orher for help. Then it turned into him popping into your office for a nap on one of the beds every now and then to nearly everyday. This has become routine for you. Making sure there was always a spare bed for Kakashi to hide from his work and take a nap on. It seemed harmless. It felt harmless.

        Aside from the gushing crush you had on the man. You and probably every woman in town was head over heels for Kakashi. The man was irresitable. It was a shame that Kakashi had no interest in dating. At least that was the vibe he gave off. No matter how many times you squeezed the thought in, he would just return to his book.

"Oof, what a day." You sighed heavily before looking at the time.

        A light ray of crimson coated your cheeks knowing that Kakashi was about to enter. Prepping the bed by your desk, you tried to compose yourself. You were afraid of ruining your friendship with Kakashi if he ever found out about you crushing over him. Just the thought of him straying away from you hurt.

"Are there children around?" Kakashi asked with a loud yawn as he entered the office. A soft chuckle escaped your lips,

"They're not children, per se, but no. You are free to rant." 

"Good," He plopped himself on the bed, "They kept asking questions while I was trying to read." He mutteted into the pillow.

"You shouldn't be reading if you're supposed to be teaching."

"I was at a good part."

"You're always at a good part," You laughed. Pulling the blanket over him like a child, you bend down to his level, "Perhaps I should borrow that book? You never let go of it."

        Kakashi glanced in your direction. He made eye contact with your (e/c) orbs. They were beautiful. There was the urge to pull you into the bed with him. To engulf you in his embrace. Rolling his head back into the pillow, Kakashi just let you ramble. He didn't want you to see his fluster under his mask. You were never going to read his books. Never.

"Miss (y/n), can you check me, please?" A young man asked. 

        Kakashi grumbled lowly as you hurried to pull the divider to cover him. He could hear the tone the men gave you. He found it both irritating yet cute how ignorant you were. You were oblivious to how all the men drooled over you. He loved it how you always ignored their advances. You were so good at controlling your emotions, expect towards him. Kakashi saw the side of you that you tried to hide. Your cute little fluster that he could only make you do. 

"So (y/n)-"

"Either miss or last name." You corrected the young man. Kakashi turned, wondering where this kid found the balls to call you by your first name.

"I hear you're single-"

"Where were you hurt again?" You asked, trying to do your job.

        Kakashi knew where this was going. It was a good thing he learned the art of bullshit while he was younger. Giving the best fake cough anyone has ever heard, Kakashi groaned as he called for you. It even took you by surprise. Kakashi smiled under his mask as he heard you tell the young man to rest when he got to the dorm. Hearing the door close, Kakashi did another cough. You moved the divider and laughed. That smile should only be for him.

"You're so bad." You said with a bright smile. Kakashi's eyes soften,

"That's not what you say to someone's who is sick."

"Awe, my bad. Let me do a check up then."

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        Neither one of you know how, but somehow the Dean found out about Kakashi's little nap times in your office. She had to give you two a small scolding about professionalism. Kakashi was disappointed and so were you. You were going to miss Kakashi's little visits. It was hard for the two of you to hang out after work due to your different positions. 

        There was one other problem that occurred once the Dean found out. Both students and teachers heard and started to assume things. You had noticed the awkwardness in the air when around the other women. That and a lot of the male students were being quite cold and harsh towards you. It started to hurt. You did nothing wrong, yet it felt like you did.

"Hey, Kakashi, you're not busy, are you?" You asked.

        It was a long day for you. You felt more drained than ever. While your day had finally ended, you knew that Kakashi still had a few hours to go. He was sitting at his desk in the teacher's tower. Each professor got their own room for their work and for students to come and ask for help. You had decided to check on him, wondering how he was handling the change. Kakashi raised his head from his work and motioned you in. You closed the door behind you,

"I was wondering when you'd stop by," Kakashi said softly, watching you take a seat on his couch, "You look tired. Normally that's my look."

"I am tired." You sigh, "It just feels like a lot lately."

"Sounds like you need a nap," Kakashi chuckled as he made his way over to you.

        Your cheeks flustered as Kakashi stood in front of you. He seemed so tall from this angle. A small gasp escaped your lips as he hovered right over you and pressed something under the couch. Within the second, the couch changed into a bed. You yelped as you laid on your back, staring up at Kakashi in shock. He took his mask off, grinning towards you,

"Ordered it five minutes after Tsunade lectured us." He explained, reading your mind. 

"Y-Your mask-" He was gorgeous. Never had anyone seen him without his mask, "W-Why?!"

"Hm? Because you're tired." Was all he said.

        It hadn't occurred to you the position you were in. Kakashi was hovering over your body as you laid beneath him on his bed. Your hair was all over the place and your clothes were ruffled from the sudden shock of laying down. Right now, Kakashi could only see you as a meal in front of him. He tossed his mask aside before heading towards the door. You raised your head as he placed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign and proceeded to lock.

"What are you doing?" You asked as your heart started to race a mile a minute. Kakashi crawled onto the bed beside you,

"I'm about to get a check up from the best nurse on campus," Kakashi pulled you towards him, his lips against yours, "I'm not feeling too well."

        If your face could burn any redder, it would. Kakashi slid you onto his lap and pressed his lips against yours. It was soft, yet so demanding. His hands reached up to tangle themselves against your (h/l) (h/c) hair. There were sparks. Kakashi licked your lips, wanting to test you. There was no questioning what to do. You allowed yourself to fall into his little trap. Kakashi's tongue explored the dampness of your mouth. This was a new tingly feeling that you were enjoying.

          While you were engulfed in the kiss, Kakashi decided to test the waters. He was a man too and it drove him crazy being unable to see you everyday. He was waiting for this moment. For you to come to him. His hands slid down from your head to your waist. With ease, your coat came off and your button down shirt was revealed. His hands stroked up your stomach, earning a mewl from you.

"Kakashi," You gasped, catching your breathe. Kakashi's hand reached your breast, toying with your nipple thru the fabric,

"Told you I'm not feeling too well. I think there is only one cure," He chuckled, enjoying your new expressions towards his touches, "Don't you agree?"

"Mhm, w-well-" 

          You shivered slightly as Kakashi toyed with your breasts. There was a pool of heat forming betwewn your legs as you felt his bulge grind agaisnt youe clothed pussy. Never would you have thought this to happen, but it was feeling so good.

           Kakashi watched you tremble from his touch. It sparked an urge in him to hurry. With swift motion he undid your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth. While one hand held your waist in place, his other strated to trail down to your wet pussy. Your gasps and mewls were music to his ears.

          His fingers stroked your soaked fabric, touching you in places you had only dreamed of. Swiftly, Kakashi laid your back against the bed, unable to hold himself back much longer. His fingers slid past your panties, directly rubbing your clit. His eyes sparkled as you cried out his name, raising your hips ever so slightly.

"(Y/n), can you take care of me?" Kakashi whispered in your ear, poking his fingers against your throbbing hole.

           You could only whimper in response as you felt your stomach twist and turn. Kakashi licked his lips before engulf yours once more. He lowered his pants, revealing his cock that was already dripping precum in anticipation. Kakashi fasten his fingers, wanting to prep you before entering. He felt you tighten against his fingers, arching your back as you started to reach your climax.

"K-Kakashiiii," You moaned out, feeling a burning rush burst from you. You took a moment to catch your breathe, watching as Kakashi poked his tip to your hole, "P-Please, put it in" You begged quietly. Kakashi chuckled,

"I thought you were taking care of me?" He teased.

          Kakashi held your waist as he continued to push hinself inside your drenched cunt. He told you to relax as you whimpered and whined at the feeling of being stretched out. Your vision started to blur as you felt him fill you. He groaned lowly once he was fully in and took a moment to let you adjust.

          You swore you could see stars. Kakashi slowly pulled out, making you feel empty before slamming back into you. His hips making contact with you as the noises you made grew louder. Kakashi silenced you with a kiss, not want anyone else to hear those delicious lewd sounds. Those were for him and him alone.

           Another orgasm was brought to you as Kakashi's pace fasten. Every time you sucked him in made his mind go hazy. Oh how he wanted to hear you more. Glancing at the time, Kakashi grunt as he hurried. You cried out as you felt him twitch inside. Begging him to keep going, Kakashi complied. He wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing you before thrusting one last time. Your inside being filled with his cum.

"Kakashi! You better not be napping in there!" Tsunade yelled out as she knocked on the door.

          Both you and Kakashi flinched at the sudden yell. With speed, Kakashi fixed you up and hid you under his desk. He fixed the bed and looked for something to spray the room to hide the smell of sex. You resisted a giggle, hearing him struggle before finally answering the door. It was a small conversation before Kakashi closed the door, returning to you.

"You're always welcome to stop by," Kakashi told you, fixing your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist,

"And help you with your little issue?"

"My personal nurse."

[your-local-crypt1d]

@urfavcrime hope it was okay to tag but I've been itching for an excuse to talk about Gem and Tommy!! Forgive me if this is a bit ooc I've only watched a few of Gems videos-

Gem takes her role as Auntie very seriously. 

At first, she was a bit miffed about the whole situation. fWhip had no intention to tell her—his sister—about this, and she would have gone on unaware of Tommy even longer if fWhip wasn't terrible at hiding him. Doesn't fWhip trust her?

After fWhip explains the whole situation (Tommy has come from some kind of abusive situation; fWhip doesn't know the details, just that Tommy pleaded to be kept hidden so "he" never finds him), Gem eases up about the whole affair. 

Seeing the fondness fWhip has for Tommy, the way he effortlessly laughs at his jokes and gently scolds him for his bad language, is enough to convince Gem that everything is okay and that her brother hasn't made some huge mistake she'll need to fix. 

Gem's actually quite proud of fWhip for taking on such a big responsibility. I don't think she'd view him as parent material until she sees the way he interacts with Tommy.

Gem acts sort of like an old grandma when Tommy visits, always checking if he's hungry, and even if he says no, she's shoving plates of food towards him. complaining about how fWhip doesn't feed him enough, and he's all skin and bones (which, when you live in the snowy mountains, body fat is very important). 

She lets Tommy borrow a few simple spell books after he whined and pleaded to be taught magic (not enchantment table magic that's cringe and lame, real poggers magic like hers!). If she had any doubts about Tommy being fWhips' kid before, she certainly has none after Tommy nearly blows up half of the Eastvale Manor with magic. He is promptly banned from performing magic at home unsupervised. 

The Crystal Cliffs are a nice getaway from the Grimlands when Tommy needs it. Gems' tower doesn't have the regular echo of explosions and fireworks. Tommy has slowly grown to learn that he's safe in Eastvale and that fWhips' experiments won't ever be used to hurt him. But even if you consciously know something isn't dangerous, that doesn't necessarily translate over to your subconscious, and it certainly doesn't for Tommys' C-PTSD. So on occasion, he goes to stay with Gem when it's all too loud and stressful at home.

The only problem with it is that Tommy has a habit of running off and not telling anyone where he's going. Tommy does it a lot more than he'd admit—a flight response to his fear of abandonment, I suppose. Tommy could get away with it when no one was worried about where he'd be going, but now he has people who care for his safety (fWhip) and would burn down empires to find him. He's raising his whole familys' blood pressure; Papa fWhip is no exception. 

Luckily, Gem knows this and will send a message to fWhip every time Tommy comes to see her, regardless of whether he says fWhip is aware or not. Gem is good at remembering the little things that are important with Tommy: the areas he doesn't like being touched but won't say, the way he likes his tea, the kinds of sounds that upset him, etc. 

Gem, as usual, tries to be the voice of reason in her chaotic family, so she's usually the one who has to stop Tommy from causing problems on purpose (fWhip is an instigator, and Sausage always wants to join in). Think of Gem picking him up by the scruff of his clothes so Tommy doesn't bite someone who mildly inconvenienced him. She can and will invent a whole new spell that's just an up-sized child leash if she has to, young man, do not test her. or she just lightly bonks him on the head with her staff; that works when he steals her hat. 

All that being said, Gem is a lot more forgiving of Tommy if he does something genuinely wrong. I imagine she'd view him in a similar light to the way she views her Pillager students, "good people from bad homes," and all. She's patient when Tommy doesn't understand why something he did is wrong and never expresses anger towards him, just understanding and kindness. It works surprisingly well, especially with some sort of physical touch (handholding, hugs) to help ground Tommy in the present and remind him that he's not going to be exiled or hurt for 'fucking up' again. 

It's confusing for Tommy why fWhip and Gem are both so nice to him when he clearly doesn't deserve it for inconveniencing them all the time. But he's also desperate for the love and attention they give him, so as much as he hates it and feels weak leaning into it, he happily calls her Auntie Gem, and out of earshot, he refers to fWhip as 'dad'. 

Gem is the #1 supporter of fWhip officially adopting Tommy, and she's not subtle about it whatsoever. fWhip hasn't signed the papers yet because he doesn't want to lock Tommy into something he doesn't want, and Tommy hasn't brought it up because he doesn't want to annoy fWhip, and it is so frustrating to watch. More frustrating than Gem watching Scott and Jimmy not realising their crushes on each other are mutual. 

That's all I've got so far with her. Sorry, it's not a whole lot 🖤

[masivechaos]

FAMILY LINE

post azkaban! sirius black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: Sirius has to stay at Grimmauld place and it brings back old memories

Warning/content: talking about an abusive childhood, kissing, my english

a.n.: 0.7k words - family line by conan gray! sorry this is short, hope you still like it :)

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“Sirius?” you asked softly.

The man blinked, returning to reality, a smile finding its way to his lips quickly “Yes?”

“Are you okay?” you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear carefully, talking quietly, not wanting to scare him. He was staring at the family tree, his fingers tracing the burn where his face was supposed to be.

He nodded, forcing himself to look at you, he didn’t want to alarm you. You cupped his face with your hands “Sirius… Tell me what’s up…”

The last years were complicated and full of emotions. In a matter of a few months, you discovered your first love wasn’t the murderer you thought he was and your best friend was actually alive and a traitor.

And now Sirius had to live in the house he grew up in, in the house responsible for all his cries and sorrows, in the house his parents raised him but forgot to love him in the process. You felt like he was a scared child again.

He never told you in detail what happened here but you could see the way he was staring at the walls when no one was watching.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed “I- I’m fine” He always told you he was good at lying and it was true except that you were used to it now and could read him like an open book. You guest he picked up this ability from his mother who probably was the number one manipulator you knew. But Sirius wasn’t mean, he was, in fact, the kindest person you’ve ever met and it made you feel good that even after thirteen years of jail you could feel his lies, after all this time you still knew him like you used to.

“No, you’re not,” you rested your forehead against his.

“I don’t like it here,” he finally said. “I managed my way out of this and now- now I’m here again.”

Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you, giving him as much warmth and comfort as possible. “But they are not here anymore. No one is going to hurt you”

“I know…” you heard his voice break. You pulled away just enough to see his grey eyes. That’s the moment you remembered how much he hated them. He said it was the same as his father’s. But all you saw was that the moon seemed to have settled in his eyes and you had a chance to look at it every time you gaze at him.

“But even if they’re both dead, I can’t seem to forget what they did. And I hate that they thought I wouldn’t understand. I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless.”

Sirius took a deep breath that broke your heart “If they loved me they wouldn’t have done this to me” You didn’t speak, it seemed like he needed to let it out. “When I was in Azkaban, there was a moment I felt like I was insane, I was finally like them.” He let out an awkward laugh.

“Sirius,...” you sighed as you softly stroked his cheek with your thumb “You’re not like them.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.” You kissed Sirius’ lips and you could feel him relax slightly “You will never hurt anyone… You’d never hurt anyone. Even after all they did, you stayed the same.”

Sirius fled your gaze shyly, “You…,” he wet his lips uncomfortably, “You really mean it?” he said quietly and in front you he became an insecure child again. Eyes big and wide asking you if nothing was wrong with him.

“I do, Sirius.” Those three words were enough for a tear to roll down Sirius’ cheek. He borrowed his face in the crook of your neck as he cried more and more “It’s going to be okay, love,” you whispered again and again until his sobs soften.

“You might share a face and a last name,” you said when he was calmer, “You are not the same, Sirius. You’re nothing like them.”

You held him as tightly as possible, you had found the teenage Sirius again. Sirius missed you so much, there was so many time when he wanted to have you by his side. He might not have a family, but he had you. And you felt like home

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[fbfh]

I have no idea if you do cross overs but I am on my knees begging for Tedros x Demigod reader of Aphrodite (the reader just has a natural glow to them they just love being pretty but they also love beating anyone who thinks their weak just because their an Aphrodite kid like they get super competitive essentially when hanging around their siblings and their also a really good fighter and super good with their powers and weapons)

If this is to much I understand but I just think the Aphrodite cabin was so underestimated of the power they hold

List. First of all I love you for this anon. Second you are so so right. The thing with Tedros is that as cliche or pick me as it sounds, he's sick of girls scheming to get his attention then acting like they won some prize. He's sick of people looking at him as nothing more than his looks and title, and after what he watched his father go through, he's even more wary of anyone hypnotically beautiful, especially someone as hypnotically beautiful as you. I am a firm believer that if you treat Tedros like a person and don't hide your personality from him for the sake of conforming yourself to what you think he wants you to be, he'll fall hard for you. If you like sword fighting he'll propose to you within the month, and if you're good at sword fighting he won't be able to wait longer than a week. This is barely hyperbole. You love being at the school for good, you love the groom room and the classes and the books (especially with the spell professor Sader taught you to help you read easier if you're dyslexic) but after a while you wanted something else. It wasn't until you saw the ever boys fighting during a break that it hit you how much you missed sword fighting. Borrowing Tristan's training sword, you challenge Tedros to a fight.

"You want to sword fight me?" He clarifies with a smile. He should be wary of you, of how blindingly beautiful you are. All you would have to do is wink at someone and they'd stop the world turning for you. But he's never seen you do anything sneaky, never seen you whisper with your friends and size him up like a buck you're hunting. He's never seen you do anything less than sincere. Genuine. It puts his mind at ease, and he can't fight how intrigued he is by you as you test the weight and balance of your sword.

"Unless you're scared to lose..." a few boys drop their swords, more flustered and enamored with you than they've been with anyone. Tedros smiles and lets out a soft chuckle before striking, one you easily block. You continue until you're in a full blown sword fight, jumping onto rocks and dodging behind trees, eventually ending with you straddling Tedros in your poofy skirts, glittering pink in the sunshine, your sword at his throat.

"I win." You say playfully. You changed his brain chemistry that day, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he's found someone he not only wants to pursue, but can't stay away from.

[punk-in-docs]

Okay I'm coming in hot for director's cut - so sorry if you've already answered this, but I'm curious how "Pencils" came to be in your mind / I'd love to hear any thoughts you have about this series.

- @superblysubpar 💛

Thank you for the ask @superblysubpar I’m coming in slow AF with my answer. Sorry about that babes. Been a helluva week. This ask made me smile though-

As far as Pencil’s nickname is concerned, I can tell you that it comes from a very innocent and a very sweet place; I simply believe that they first met/ knew of each other/ were in each others orbit/ in one class back in middle school.

Eddie being the scrungly non conformist metal baby that he was back then, probably didn’t care to come equipped for class, and then he gets sat behind this cool girl in scruffy jeans and too big plaid and sneakers, always humming cool songs and sending a withering glare at the empty headed preppy kids en route to high school stardom, when they picked on anyone (him mostly)

He doesn’t know why he does it. Maybe he’s looking for an olive branch, but either way he asks this cool girl in front of him, on the first day of class if he can borrow or steal a Pencil.

And she smiles, and says sure and hands him one. No problem.

Every class she smiles when he lopes in late and slips behind her. Every time he asks for one despite having several in his bag he plays dumb, just because of the rush of talking to her. Better than any sugar rush or sabbath riff.

He wants to approach her outside class, but he constantly sees her with this popular girl glued to her side as she rambles on about boys. He scuffs his converse and lets his courage shrink. Maybe pulls clownish stunts to see her laugh. And it all goes into distant orbit of being aware of each other by the time high school comes around. Aware but distanced.

Then, one fateful night, years and years and many grades later, he’s just done a deal with an asshole jock in the woods at Kyle whatshisnames party, and when he steps back onto the green green lawn, to scurry along home, imagine his shock when he finds that same girl, primped and partied up in a poppy outfit-

Pretty as ever too. So so pretty.

He’s never forgotten Pencil girl. Pencils. the nickname snapped out his mouth then with fervour and a toothy grin. Pencils. Always holding one in class. Doodling away. Drawing the shape and shading on hands or pill bugs or flowers and weird dogs and buildings and streets on the margins of her books or legal pads. The artist through and through.

Wants to study it one day, she said. Draw and draw til her fingers drop off. Draw comics and stage sets and paintings-

He’s never forgotten her small acts of kindness where everyone else had slung venom. Passed him answers on little torn scraps of paper for the pop quiz. Lend him pencils when he needed them. Or an eraser. Or stifled a laugh when he said something funny to frustrate the teacher.

She’s sat there, on this lawn chair, drunk probably, and there’s evidence of tears under her eyes and she’s just small and all alone, and he just, he can’t have that. He can’t leave it like that.

This time Eddie puffs his chest up and grins, eyes dancing bright, this time, the chance seems way too good to let slip through his fingers.

He can’t look away now he’s seen her. This is fate. It’s destiny even. If this shit show called life could ever hand him something kind and good, then here it is baby. Lit up in flashing gold tulip bulb lights like a goddamned broadway theatre.

Don’t miss this one again, kid. Hope don’t come knocking twice.

He cracks his knuckles. He boldly goes to see if she remembers him.

Here goes nothin, Munson-

[sagemonsters]

@jasper-the-menace has a blind date with...

Atticus the Robot

Atticus is a liberated “butler bot” who was once a servant in a rich inventor’s house before making their escape. They are humanoid in shape, made of gleaming brass clockwork laid overtop a lavishly decorated porcelain “skeleton” and encased in a jointed glass shell so that viewers can see all of their inner workings. Ordinarily perpetually annoyed by humans and determined to never be helpful to anyone ever again, they have decided to make an exception for you. 

Atticus can read, write, and speak in just about any language you can think of, and learns things incredibly quickly. They love raunchy jokes and foul language, but will tone it down as the situation calls for and/or if you ask them to. They always have a smartass remark ready to go, and often get in trouble with authority figures for talking back. They’re quick to defend you in an argument or debate, but will also start casual arguments with you over the most ridiculous topics because they like verbal sparring.

Once you earn Atticus’ trust, they will ask your opinions on body modifications; Atticus is thinking of getting cosmetic alterations so that they look more sleek and modern. On a related note, Atticus is 100% in favor of you getting any piercings, tattoos, gender-affirming surgeries, or other bodily alterations that you think would be good for you, and is ready to help out as best they can—whether it be holding your hand in the piercing booth or pitching in with post-surgical care.

Atticus is a bit nitpicky about how things are organized, and will fuss with how tableware is laid out due to long-standing habits. They completely understand how you organize and reorganize your bookshelves, and will offer increasingly jokey methods such as “in reverse alphabetical order by the author’s middle name.” However, once you adopt a method, Atticus will abide by it for however long it lasts; when they borrow a book from you, they always put it back in the correct position. 

Atticus doesn’t play video games, but they like to tinker with all kinds of coding languages and make mods for various games as a creative exercise. You’re their #1 playtester and get to see all of their mod creations in action, and in return Atticus keeps your games upgraded to their latest versions and makes sure that everything runs smoothly.

“What are you doing?” the robot demanded, placing their hands on their hips and focusing their clockwork eyes at the woman. She startled guiltily and looked away from where she had been glaring daggers at the drag queen reading to the kids in the children’s literature section of the public library.

“I don’t like public indecency,” she grumbled. “What are you doing here, anyway? Your kind don’t need books. Y’all just… just download information from the Internet!” 

“It’s a public library,” the robot pointed out. “I have as much right to be here as you do.”

She sniffed. “I’m going to tell the manager about this—and about you.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared,” the robot retorted, then rolled their eyes. “Whatever, Karen.”

The woman huffed. “My name is Susan!”

“Blah, blah, blah—that’s all I hear,” the robot retorted. “Run along and complain to the branch manager, why don’t you? Go on!”

Susan made a face and stomped away in the direction of the front desk. You stepped out from behind one of the ceiling-high shelves in the Adult Fiction section. “That was brave,” you said. “Mrs. McConnell is a regular complainer; all of the staff hate her.”

The robot let out a mechanical-sounding snicker. “It’s what she deserves,” they said. “I didn’t want her to interrupt the Drag Story Hour with her idiotic fear-mongering, so…” They shrugged.

“Is there anything you need help with, like finding a book or something?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m just here for the free Wi-Fi,” the robot said. The lenses of their eyes focused more sharply upon you. “Unless that was a polite way of asking me to finish my business and fuck off?”

“Nah,” you said. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I see!” the robot said. There was more focusing and re-focusing of the robot’s ocular lenses. “You seem like an interesting human. What do you prefer to be called?”

You told them your name.

“That’s a good choice of a moniker,” the robot said, nodding in approval. “I’ve been called Atticus for a very long time, but I’m thinking about changing it. Do you know any books of names that aren’t aimed at soon-to-be parents? I want interesting names, not a million weird spellings of Ashley or Kayla.”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t think we have anything like that in the print collection—but our ebook catalog might have some interesting choices, and there are also web-based resources too, of course.”

“Good,” Atticus said. “Do you have forty-five minutes or so to spare? I want to hear your opinions on whatever names I encounter.”

Somewhere closer to the front of the library, you heard Susan’s shrill protesting and the branch manager raising his voice trying to calm her down.

“Sure!” you said quickly. “Let’s use one of the computers way in the back.”

Atticus’ design is inspired by this artwork by Nicholas Hunter

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

[ohtobeleah]

Ya girl needs happy thoughts about ToE...so looking into the future, who teaches Dot how to drive?? And does she ever get to drive the Bronco?? Is she good at driving? Is she bad? Does she get her own car??

I feel like Bradley definitely takes on that duty for all three Bradshaw children. But of course it starts with Dot. And that’s not negating that you definitely do the odd lesson here and there when you’ve gotta run to the shops and Dots clawing at your ankles to let her drive you.

Jake does a couple too, purely out of convenience, he stops by Dots school. Parks the car, changes up where he’s post up, straps in for dear fucking life and text Amilia (Who is never ever allowed to teach anyone ever, how to drive)

But it’s mostly Bradley. And it’s still up for debate about the Bronco. That’s Bradley’s baby. So when Dot is dangling the Bronco keys in front of her dads face once Sunday morning when he’s very much enjoying still being in bed at a late ten thirty—Bradley is raising a brow, looking his daughter dead in the eye before he’s rolling over with a gruff.

“I’m old but I’m not senile—I’ve told you no.”

“Dad! Come on, the Bronco is so cool! You have to let me drive it just once!”

“You can’t drive stick shift—“

“Because you haven’t taught me!” Okay she had him there. So with a heavy sigh and far too much hesitancy evident in his tone of voice—Bradley is sitting up, Dot hates that her dad isn't like all the other dads she knows. He’s fit and tan and keeps himself in shape. It makes her squint her eyes shut and groan because he’s not wearing a shirt and the matching tattoo he has with uncle Jake is on full display on his right pec.

“Fine, go get your log book.” Dot beames. She’s so ecstatic that she gets to drive the Bronco. Bradley’s not so ecstatic as he reaches for his phone, calls his hire ups and asks if he can borrow one of the tarmacs because he’s got a teenager wanting to drive the Bronco and the last thing Bradley needs is for either him or Dot? Is to be charged with unintentional vehicular manslaughter. So to base they go, the last pace Bradley Bradshaw ever wants to be on his one fucking day off.

“Okay so—“ Bradley’s nearly in tears when he watches Odette climb up into the driver’s seat of the Bronco. They’re sitting on the empty runway. “You gotta put your foot down slowly, and when you see the needle climb, shift into second.” Bradley’s trying to explain but the information being delivered is just going straight over Dots head. “Odette, are you even listening to me?”

“I am, how do I shift gears?” Oh my god this kid is gonna ruin the gearbox for sure. Bradley can practically see dollar signs coming out of Dot's mouth as she speaks.

“You have to put your foot down on the clutch, and slowly release—“

When Dot starts up the engine, turning the key into the ignition, Bradley feels his heart drop into his stomach. He’s not ready to die, not yet. He holds onto the handle above his head to the right and prays to his parents that although he loves them dearly—he wasn’t ready to see them yet.

“Dad, you can open your eyes.” Dots chuckling, she’s seamlessly changing gears, from first to second and from second to third. “Uncle Jake drives a manual, remember? I was just fuck assing around.” Dot teased her dad, who’s looking whiter than Uncle Bob on Taco Tuesday. “I know how to drive stick—“

“Oh.” It’s almost instantly Rooster is letting the tension in his muscles go. “Well, alright then.” And for a while Dot does a pretty good job just driving around the tarmac at her dad’s instruction. Bradley’s guiding her around. Telling her to slow down, speed up, chuck a right and a left and it always goes pretty well. So well in fact that he lets her drive home.

You were expecting Brsdley to arrive home in tears. But when Dot pulled up in the driveway with a smile so bright smeared across her face your heart melted.

“She’s actually a pretty good driver.” Rooster calls out as Dot parks, his forearm is resting on the rolled down window. “Don’t let Amilia get anywhere near her, we don’t want her going backwards—“

You and Bradley meet Dot half way. She saves for half her second hand car and you pay the rest. But she usually just takes whatever car is in the drive until she gets her own.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**~

[jamiesfootball]

what do you think are some of roy’s favorite books or what would he be reading now?

So to fill this out a bit, let me predicate by saying that before Ted gave him A Wrinkle In Time, I don't think Roy was really a reader. Like, he maybe read Phoebe books (like he says, she's a proper nerd) but that was mainly because you're supposed to do that to help kids learn to read and shit.

I think A Wrinkle in Time was the first book they read together that was... more. Like, it began as, "You know how we have to read books for your homework? Well tonight, I have homework, so let's the two of us read it together, and we can get it over with, okay?"

Then of course Roy gets walloped by feelings, and things change. Bit by bit, Ted starts getting by the walls of Roy's heart, but I think that book did a lot of the work to get it started. It reawakened something in Roy, something in his dusty, closed up heart that wanted to feel things.

So after A Wrinkle in Time he picks up another book. Phoebe enjoyed the first book, so he'll try one of the other one's Ted got for the lads. He asks Sam which one he got. Roy borrows Sam's copy of Ender's Game and lends Sam his book in return.

(Turns out, Sam didn't care much for Ender's Game, though he understood what the coach meant by giving it to him. He enjoyed Roy's book though, and bought himself a copy.)

After Roy and Phoebe read Ender's Game, they both agree that one was a bit lacking after the first, so Roy decides to go off script -- he'll go to a bookshop and find something there.

He comes back home with ten books. Six of them are for Phoebe-time. The other four, well. Those displays they have up to get your attention? They caught his attention. And reading's never really been a thing he's done - it was always something you did to maintain your grades so that you could stay at the Academy. A goal to meet an end. Sure, some of the stories were good, but nothing he read really ever grabbed him back then - not like this other book.

But they've got these displays, and some of these displays he's already seen the movies for. He's already got a stack of books in his arms for his nerd-niece, what's one more for himself?

Then there's another one, in some 'Action / Suspense' display. He likes action and suspense. None of the books he read in school were very action or suspense. Maybe one of those.

Then in line at the check out - a murder mystery? Sure, he'll grab that. He liked the Murdoch Mysteries just as much as anyone else. He's seen Wallander.

Then at the counter while he's paying - "The fuck do you mean the Murdoch Mysteries were based off a book?"

So what do I think Roy likes? Mostly, the popular stuff. The stuff that's a bit easy to read. Easy emotional access and payoff. It's not that that's where his tastes will land forever, but he's just starting out. He's learning to let himself enjoy things that aren't related to who he is as a player. He's experimenting with genres. He's learning what he likes as he goes.

And yeah, he'd like to fucking talk about The Da Vinci Code with someone. Yes, he knows the book came out in 2003 and the movie in 2006, but he was busy winning trophies at the time so he didn't get to it, okay? Now do you want to talk about the Knights Templar or not?

[bathroomcorpse]

when i was in elementary school i changed schools midway through the year. a group of kids all loved warrior cats and at a hang out i think they pity invited me to, one girl let me borrow her copy of the first book. it was the first and only time anyone had ever handed me a guide on how to be friends with them. read this book and you can talk to us about the thing we all love. so i did. and i loved it. we all played warriors at recess. no boys ever played with us so when i started saying that my characters were boys, no one cared. it was good, actually! a clan can’t be all girls. then one day in after school we convinced some boys to play with us. underneath the jungle gym i was alone with one of them. he told me i couldn’t play as a boy. i wasn’t a boy so i shouldn’t play as one. “unless you want to get a sex change”. he was making fun of me, i knew that. his tone of voice was cruel and disgusted. i felt upset, of course. but i will never forget the ripple of intrigue and excitement. i didn’t know you could change your sex. maybe that IS what i wanted. and then upset again, at myself now, for wanting something someone was telling me was gross and horrible.

anyway i saw the tv glow is a great movie

[thebitchkingofangmar]

15 questions for friends

@hobbitwrangler tagged me (ty!!), and so I'm letting myself be known. questions + replies under the read more

tagging @mirkwood @gondolindon @realmofautumn and @adanethorn 🫀

Are you named after someone? Not on purpose. I picked my names because they resonated with me, and then I realised they were both thinly veiled Percy Shelley references.

"Jules" as a name has a life of its own, though. Which amazing, showstopping, may it be an omen of my own.

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday, out of sheer anger at people's audacity.

Do you have kids? If my cats count, then sure.

What sports do you play/have played? Used to play volleyball and do equestrians. Did bouldering for a while because, are they y'know, and am of the intention of picking it up again.

Do you use sarcasm? Yes but 60% of the time I end up explaining it's sarcasm before anyone asks me, so I don't know if it counts.

What the first thing you notice about people? What jumps up to me from individual to individual changes. I am not good at registering first impressions v consciously. So I couldn't say if I tried

What's your eye colour? Brown-black. Darkest brown eyes you'll ever find. Came with my "I'm right, tho" permit.

Scary movies or happy endings? SENSE-MAKING ENDINGS. My favourite endings are the hopeful ones, regardless of genre, but if movies flub the ending I will be so mad, I will be so angry.

Example: As Above So Below butchered its themes with that fucking ending it had, and I do not care how hopeful it is, I hate it. It makes no sense from a storytelling perspective, and I will be forever bitter because its a horror movie about alchemy that borrows heavily from hauntings and Dante's inferno, they took all of my favourite themes and KILLED THEM WITH THAT ENDING

Any talents? Talking a lot, saying hauntingly poetic things, personal pep talking team on the go.

Where were you born? Not doxxing myself on tumblr, so iykyk, but I'm a child from from the global south

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, dancing, learning things, collecting books, gaming, dissecting language structures and then not learning the languages, worldbuilding. oh man, I love worldbuilding. The disease is terminal and the ND levels catastrophic

Do you have any pet? Two babycats, both boys. A tabby called Findecáno and an orange creamsicle called Finrod Felagund

How tall are you? 158 cm/159 cm roughly. Have been told I give vibes of being taller

Favourite subject in school? Highschool ages? History and english. I also liked trig despite being shit with numbers. Uni? the International Law ones.

Dream job? Eccentric travelling girlboy boygirl they/them you never forget. Alucard cosplayer. And world-building consultant and book editor. Oh, and. My actual job I am lucky enough to work in my dream job, even if its time to upgrade the dreams and find what can I see on the horizon

[wildelydawn]

writer asks: 14, 19, 29 ✨

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

14!! AGAIN! Ahhhhh, maybe another book story? So, same professor gave us a PDF of a chapter of a book. The book itself, apparently, at the time, had no title or author. Basically, a free existing chapter of something. Except, I didn't download it before he closed access. So I asked him for a copy. He ended up sending me his entire unedited yet to be published book. He didn't notice until the end of the year when I read the entire thing and started making fun of his annotations/things he had to fix/ask the editor about. He asked me to delete it. I never did. Let's call that borrowing, and he will never get it back.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I had selective mutism as a kid for a multitude of reasons. I wouldn't talk in class, and they put me through the ringer: hearing tests, vision tests, IQ/accommodation/literacy testing. Turns out I just didn't have anything to say, and if I did, nothing I said actually mattered. And it was largely left untreated, so I still, to some degree, have this problem. I will go days without digitally talking to anyone (whenever I post a hiatus sign, I am in one of those prolonged mute moments) and more often than not, if someone (partner or cat) doesn't talk to me first, I won't say anything all day. Writing was, and is, my main form of communication before it became a hobby and then a job. I had to stop publishing fanfiction when I went into graduate school, but I still wrote fanfiction and short stories. I recently got back into posting fanfiction again, alongside the writing demands of my job. Right now, writing is still all of three those things (communication, hobby, job) though I focus far more on nonfiction writing than fiction. It is also, unfortunately, the only coping mechanism I have, so I can't exactly stop because then I'll lose all three purposes. X)

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

I mostly draw inspiration from mundane things. I crave normalcy, so universal irritants are my main source: traffic, waiting in line, accidentally killing a plant, etc. Different side of the same coin: universal joys such as getting a good grade, painting your nails evenly, never running out of your favorite flavor of whatever, etc. I'm also lucky to have my harem of muses that put up with my flirting and banter, and I have some really wonderful pocket friends who also inspire me on the daily.

tenk u tenk u for the questions :>!!!!

Send me weird writer questions.

[f0point5]

Wow yeah, apart from the prices literally same. I guess that's the equestrian reality for you 🤷🏼‍♀️ I used to get private lessons with loaned horses often when I was young for a short time, it looked like I could get into competition, but for some reason beyond what I knew I never got to it.

But honestly knowing how school horses get treated, if I did own a horse I'd never let them use it. I used to be so sad when I saw horses being ridden for 4-6 lessons in an afternoon and then learn that they had the same amount of lessons in the morning in summer camps. And at one stable summer camps were every other week. For the whole summer. The horses were dead by the time I got to ride them, so eventually I stopped going on those weeks.

It was insane to see when I was around 18 and I started going to this new stable, the lessons were good, the horses were a joy to ride, and I actually got good jumping lessons for a reasonable price. But in just a few years it turned into such a money maker. I got assigned the difficult horses because I was one of the most experienced of those taking lessons on school horses. It genuinely felt like at times that I was paying to be retraining the difficult horses who got bored of the school work and acted out. I enjoyed the challenge sometimes but yeah, I didn't pay for that.

It's nice to talk about this, funny how it's the same even when we live that far apart. I always bitch to my friend about this too but her experience was drastically different, she's had her own horse since 2011, and I never did. And I don't think she ever took part in a school lesson since either.

At that yard, I don’t think they’d let you take the school horses off the premises for competition so you could only use them for competitions at our yard.

To be fair to the yard I was at, the ponies didn’t get used much during the week because anyone small to ride them was at school lol but they had set times they could schedule him for lessons on weekends.

School holidays were the worst though because they’d have “pony camps” where they’d use the ponies the whole week and unless you booked your own pony for pony camp it was pretty awkward. But it was 5 days of morning and afternoon sessions and considering I was there every day after school I just didn’t wanna, almost none of the kids who had ponies did it so I didn’t know anyone on the camps either. But if they used your pony for pony camp, another kid was essentially borrowing them for the week, if that makes sense. Like they had lessons on the same pony all week and did grooming exercises as well so you’d be at the yard and there’d be another kid grooming your pony and you’re like…can I have him back I have a lesson (because we’d take our lessons when they were having lunch break or something). Oh it was so weirdddd (maybe it wasn’t even weird and I just deeped it too much because I was a kid). And then this poor pony has been poked and prodded all day and is just too unbothered to be doing anything. My dad used to bitch at them every holiday for signing him up for those and eventually they stopped letting people book him for the whole week but if you had a schoolmaster pony you were in the shit.

The horse mismatch thing was wild though I totally get you. There were definitely people they used to just exercise horses that they couldn’t palm off on less experienced people. Like if you watched an advanced group I remember you’d see them give them all the horses that anyone who knew the yard knew people avoided them like the plague 😂 and they were horses that even the owners need spurs to ride and they’d throw kids on there and then yell at them like it’s their fault they’re not horse whisperers meanwhile we all know the horse is unhinged.

Lol horse people are all the same regardless of nation, clearly 😂 it’s a universal culture.

I totally get you, once I moved to a full livery yard it was so different, every lesson was private and you would normally bring in your own teacher, everyone had their own set up and it was a much more focused vibe. But riding at a riding school is a whole different thing

[glacialswordsman-a]

💋 (I promise they'll have actual interactions someday I swear 🙇‍♀️)

prompt

Do not incur the wrath of a librarian! 💋 (5/5)

If anyone said that Mondstadt’s beloved Cavalry Captain was sprinting towards the Ordo’s headquarters, they’re nothing but a big fat liar. Obviously, he would never sprint, that would be unbecoming of a man of his status!

… But it was clear he was rushing, having a book tucked securely beneath his arm. It was a kid’s novel that he had borrowed from the KoF’s library for Klee, as the little Spark Knight mentioned she was just a taaad nervous about checking out any books. It certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Klee loved the two librarians, that much was obvious, but she knows that they are both very strict when it comes to returning their books on time. Hence, here Kaeya was now, hurrying to give back what he had checked out beneath his own name for the elven girl.

Almost breaking down the door to the library as Kaeya burst in (as quietly as he could!), he frantically looked around before spotting exactly whom he needed: Signe.

Looking towards the chronometer, he noted that he made it exactly on time. Oh, Celestia must finally be smiling down upon him, for once! … Hopefully.

Grinning toothily and turning up the charm as much as he could, Kaeya sauntered up towards the assistant librarian and placed the book before her, trying not to let his exhaustion show. However, his hair was certainly messy from the wind and his breathing was just a tad heavy and quick. “Signe, my dear! Ever a sight for sore eyes, you look positively astonishing today! Did you do something new to your hair? It looks even lovelier than usual! Anyway, here, I brought back the book I checked out—right on time. See? I told you, I’ve thoroughly learned my lesson from the first time,” he rambled, pressing a hand to his chest while the other raised in a motion of scout’s honor.

He knew she was probably less than thrilled over his presence at this very moment, considering how he nearly broke the door off its hinges and how loud he’s being—but fortunately, there was no one else in the library as far as he could see. Still, using one last option, he swept in to press an absolutely OBNOXIOUS kiss to her cheek, attempting to completely get her off-kilter before he pulled away and waved goodbye flippantly, rushing out of her and Lisa’s domain lest he gets placed in the proverbial (or not) electric chair.

[nityarawal]

5/12/2024

Martian Laws (& Vows)

You Want To Marry Me

Ride Shot Gun

For Eternity

Or Until We Move

To Mars

You Want To Dream

With Me

Rescue My Kids

From Daddy

You Want To Be

A Better Man

We Built An Empire

Not Just For Us

But To Share

With Beloveds

No More Haters

Cohens Entrapped

Our Presidents'

Brought Wars To

Nations

Fleeced Fairfield

Iowa

Maidens

Now Disney

Is Jealous

Camp California

Don't Want Your

Lab Moms'

All Kids Are

Welcome

I'll Conduct

The Pocket Books

For I Love To Care

For My Ladies

Business Is Classy

Songstresses Compose

Psalms

Business Is Classy

My Mammas'

Won't Be Trumped

No Chinese Prostitutes

We Love Ivanka

Taylor Too

All Our Daughters

Longing For Anjali

True

And Obviously They

Need Moms' Too

My Rockstar Rebel Divas

Britney

Beyonce

Borrowed Ivana's

Books

At The Library

In 2021

Working At Idyology

My Landlord

Leslie Wiedner

Got Murdered

By Her Daughter

Tina Molina

Renting On Tollgate

By Idyllwild Arts

Right After 12 Teachers

Got Pedo Charges

Nick Depinto- Our Atty

Did Nothing To Avert

The Dangers

My Neigbor

Adrien On Country Club

Shot

Earlier That Year

And Property Manager

Emily Pierson And Her Husband

Drugged

By IEHP

Dr's & Their Illicit

Gay Lovers

Atty Ken Carlsson 

Never Settled On

So Many Namesaked Sons

Never Settled On

Me

Airbnb Managers

Murdered

At Treehouse

Property In Pine Cove

Still Missing Jessie

Our Romanian Princess

Vanessa's Step-Dad Threatens To 

Send Her To Christian Rehab

Now She's Momentarily

Not A Jane Doe

And We Just Want

To Give Her

Smoothies

And A Parasite

Cleanse

Herbal Autonomy

To Her Memory

Even His Shame

In This Treacherous

Smear Campaign

Marshall Law Failed

Martian Law

Is Needed In Homes

Now To Make

Moms Strong

We Buy From Moms

Bank With Moms

And You Get To Come

To This Sacred Tea Party

As My Husband

Son And Brother

Dad

You Tell Me

If You Want To Sponsor 

A Business

No More Hookers

Raping Back Doors

Elon

Candace Owens

Has Hoe Catchers

For Travesty

We Want To Kiss

The Wars Goodby

Tesla

We Can't Oblige

Any More Big

Jewish Guys

At Court

Fleecing

Leonard Cohen

Jonathan Too

But Trump Elon

Are In A Vice

From Israel

That's A Mother's

Blood Bath

From Crooked Attys

And Their Pedophile

Dad's

We Want Mammas'

We Want Our Assets

You May Not Ever

Give Our Money

Away

To Another Politician

Or War Monger

We're Going Private

Under Martian 

Law

We Might Not Be

Lawyers

But Phds Will

Fall

We're Going Private

Under Martian Law

Curiosity

Wins It All

Mamma's Got The

Pocket Books 

If You Want A 

Cyberbeast

Let Me Know Why

If You Want A

Cyberbeast

Watchdogs

Whistleblow

Bring Our Kids

Lose The Gay Cop

Show

And Let's Move

On

Tell Me What

You Love About 

Mammas' Best 

If You Feel Worthy

Of My AI

And I'll Put You

To The Test

I'll Tell You What

I Love About Elon

Is He Protects Us

Hookers Can Hoe

Video game

Tunnels

But At The End Of

The Day

He Wonders

Are You Safe

My Beloved

Are You Safe

And He Will

Come Home

To Me

In Body And Form

We're Homeschooling

Our Kids

Our Village Farm 

School

Coup

Won

Eternal Love

Families

Won

Yes You May

Have My Daughter

My Mom

My Father And Son 

Will Say

But You Must 

Care For Her

Like No Other

Better Than Yourself

And Anyone Before

And Blow

This Horrible 

War Away

With All Your

Love Faith

And Fidelity

Use Your Mothers'

Plan

And Love

Amen

You May Kiss

Your Mamma

And Bride

Eternal Love

Won

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[edenxoconnell]

[ciswoman, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [EDEN O’CONNELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [KATHRYN NEWTON]. You must be the [TWENTY-FOUR] year old [STUDENT, BARISTA AT DRIFTWOOD COFFEE SHOP]. Word is you’re [STRONG-WILLED] but can also be a bit [BITTER] and your favorite song is [TOLERATE IT BY TAYLOR SWIFT]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY TOWERS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Basic:

Full name: Eden Lily O’Connell

Age: 24

Birthday: June 30th

Height: 5’5

Family:

Mother: Janey O'Connell

Father: Keith O'Connell (deceased)

Brother: Arkin O'Connell (@arkin-oconnell)

Sister: Addison O’Connell ( @addisonxoconnell )

Cousins: Nikki Keaton (@ambivalenceshefelt), Erica Manning ( @ericaxmanning ), Damian Keaton ( @damiankeaton )

Romantic:

Ex boyfriend: Robbie Becker ( @robbie-becker )

Platonic:

Friends: Amelia Evans ( @theameliaxevans ), Clayton Jeong ( @claytonjeong ), Emerson Cassidy ( @emersonxcassidy ), Lucy Driscoll ( @lucydriscoll ), Clark Hale ( @clarkxhale ), Victoria Sanchez ( @victoriaxsanchez ), Noah Atwood ( @noah-atwood )

Wanted Connections:

Study buddies

A bad boy/girl to let her be wild for the first time with

Exes (men or women)

roommates (Aurora Bay Towers)

Friends

Enemies

Someone she's competing with in the school paper (she's an aspiring journalist. Yes, I got this idea from Divine Rivals)

Classmates

Regulars at the coffee shop

I'm open to so much! Let's plot

Bio:

Trigger Warnings: neglect, mentions overdose, mentions cheating, mentions parental abandonment

Eden was a shy kid growing up. She liked to pretend the world wasn’t falling apart around her while she fully immersed herself in the books she borrowed from the library. She liked to come up with stories about characters to get the happy endings she was sure she would never be able to find herself. She would write about brave women saving the day or about two people falling in love and living happily ever after. She wrote of happy families who were always there for one another. And then when she would finally put down the pencil, she would read over her work and cry. 

When Eden got older, she took an interest in more than just reading and writing fiction. She joined the paper in high school and she found a great fulfillment in writing about events happening around her, even if they weren’t grand adventures like she was used to writing. When she realized that it could be a career path for her, she decided she was going to be a journalist- no. A writer. Eden never wanted to give up writing her little stories and books, so she promised herself she wouldn’t. Even if sometimes how happy they were made her sad. 

So much was happening in Eden’s life that she liked to escape into her books whether she was reading or writing them, but she also loved diving into things in the real world as well, focusing on things that had nothing to do with her or how her family was seemingly falling apart. Focusing on other people’s problems helped her run away from her own. 

See, Eden’s father had left when she was younger and he started a whole other family. It was something she had to live with every day, along with the thoughts that made her wonder why she wasn’t good enough for him or what she could have done to keep her family together rather than letting her siblings go off the deep end and try to self destruct; or what she could do to get her mother to stop drinking herself into oblivion. Or, of course, what could she have done to keep her father from leaving? The devastating answer was always… nothing. 

It was a shame, considering Eden always felt as though she had to clean up everyone else’s messes. She had to take care of their mother, she had to worry about her brother and sister, but did anyone care to think about her for even a second? She felt as though her heart cracked more and more each day. 

It was when her brother overdosed that she truly thought her heart would completely shatter and never be put back together again. While he was in rehab, Eden desperately needed something to get her mind off of it all. So what did she do? Well, she joined NanoWrimo and she started her very first fantasy novel. And the moment Arkin left rehab, she begged and begged and begged him to come home. 

Now that Arkin is back in Aurora Bay, Eden feels a bit more relaxed, although she still worries over her brother’s wellbeing. On top of it all, she’s still in college, she’s working for the school paper, babysitting and working at her part-time job, all while trying to finish up her first novel. After nearly losing her brother, Eden has found it harder to be angry with him for essentially abandoning her to deal with their mother all these years, but she is just glad he’s okay for now. 

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