#not only to be able to make his people laugh or happy or be empathetic and gentle and loving

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

💔

[suprababka]

"You're everything I could ever wish for"

Happy birthday to @zombiefox89 (@soulsheen)!🥳💝

I hope I didn't mess up with time zones and you receive my mini-surprise exactly on your birthday, not sooner nor later!

Dear Zombiefox, I highly hope you'll enjoy reading a small fanfiction I wrote for you (and for other Zombieman's stans too)💕

I know we got closer to each other only this summer, but I count you as my friend. Moreover, not just a friend, but my first online-friend from another country :D

I thank you with all my heart for every like and comment you leave under my post. Your support always means a lot, and I appreciate it!🤗

I wish you nothing but the best (as cheesy as it sounds), not to be overwhelmed by your work and to have more free time for your hobbies, to take nice fun walks with your dogs, to participate in exciting adventures with your friends in D&D world and, of course, to find and read new stories with your favourite man ;))))

Happy birthday!!!🙌🤗🫶✨💗🎉🎊

There are many things you love in your relationship with Zombieman (and about this man too). The way he looks, smiles, pays attention to every detail about you, supports you, surprises you with little gifts, gives you compliments... The way he loves and appreciates you.

He may come off as an emotionless person, but in reality, he cares a lot and is not ashamed of showing it. Though not anyone is "blessed" to see his affectionate side, only people who are close to him know how empathetic he is. For example, Child Emperor… and you. Especially you. The person who showed him he was able to love and, moreover, deserved to be loved.

That's something Zombieman will never take for granted. He cherishes every moment spent with you: watching a movie while cuddling on the sofa, running together under the rain, telling each other different stories before going to sleep, staring into your eyes and taking in all your beauty, cooking with you, or trying out different cafes. And today is no exception, as you're both sitting in the recently opened café.

"M-m, this looks amazing!" you exclaim vigorously, examining a large milkshake in front of you with whipped cream formed as a cat head.

Yes, you two decided to go to the cat-themed café. Usually Zombieman doesn't go to places like this since all he needs is a cup of coffee to go on with the life. But with you… something much more meaningful and energizing than coffee appears. It's your smile. The way the corners of your lips lift is a ticket straight to heaven for him. Really, he feels like nothing else matters. As long as you're happy, everything is fine. That's why the hero's main goal is to give you joy, to do anything in his power to make you laugh and beam.

While Zombieman is deep in his thoughts, you cheerfully tell him about your Friday and consume all of your drink in no time.

"Earth to my handsome boyfriend,"  you call out to him.

"Hm?"

"So you were not listening to me."

"Why? I was."

"Mm, sure. What was the last thing I said?"

"Well, 'What was the last thing I said', yeah?" he smirks, proud of his witty remark.

"Really funny and smart,"  you roll your eyes, making him chuckle and pat your head.

"I'm just messing with you, love. Though you're the one who does this in our relationship."

"Hehe, that's true. But I'm still waiting for your answer. Can't have my boyfriend slacking off now, can I?"

"Of course you can't. You were telling me about how hard your day was. I'm sorry everything went downhill, but what matters more is that you handled it. You did a great job, dear. I'm proud of you as always."

"Aw, thank you, honey! You're making me blush now."

"I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I didn't flatter you, huh? But what I said was true."

"Of course it was,"  you kiss his cheek. "You know that I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you right now."

"And that makes me happy. I feel the same way."

"Good, as you should do,"  you smirk. "Alright, let's get going, honey?"

"Yeah, let's head out."

It's already dark outside, and you two should probably go home, but you insist on taking a walk in the nearest park.

"There is a good spot to admire the sky,"  you reason, lifting up your finger and pointing to the appearing stars.

And of course Zombieman can't argue with you and accepts your offer, not that he minded it in the first place. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he begins walking with you. It doesn't take you long to reach the spot you were talking about. As both of you sit on the ground (the hero's arm is still wrapped around you to keep you warm), you notice that the sky is already full of different shining stars.

"Wow, so magnificent…" you comment; your voice sounds like you're hypnotized by the beauty of the view over you. That's quite understandable because Zombieman would act the same way as you do… if he wasn't already enamored by you, that is.

"Look! A falling star!" you suddenly exclaim, standing up and pointing at the sky. "Quick! Make a wish!"

Your boyfriend chuckles, amused by your enthusiasm, and stands up. He quickly glances at the star and returns his gaze back at you.

"You're everything I could ever wish for,"  the man says, patting your head. This makes you gasp and look at him with a flustered smile that Zombieman loves so much.

"B-baka! You can't just say things like that out of the blue!.."

"Oh, really? Didn't know there are specific circumstances to tell my girlfriend how I feel about her," as he finishes his words, you playfully jab his shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"For being a smartass. But just so you know… I feel the same way about you."

"And that makes the luckiest man in the world,"  he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer against his chest. "So, then what did you wish for?"

You place a finger on his lips, smirking, "I can't tell you. Otherwise it won't happen, you know?"

"Right, of course. Guess we will have to see, huh?" he smirks, tilting his head and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Little did both of you know that you made the same wish: to be together forever.

[sakuyomihana]

SummerTime.ft Alhaitham

Hello everyone~! I have decided that admist the waiting of 'Tangled Threads Of Hearts' chapters, I will post short stories that I have just written for Genshin! I made this after listening to 'From Y to Y', please enjoy it as you wait~! As usual, thank you to all readers that have supported me since the start of my journey here with Tangled Threads Of Hearts~ *Disclaimer: This is an original work done by me. Pls do not steal it or repost anywhere else. Thank you and have a happy reading day~!

Bygones were those memories of last warm summer, fleeting emotions and lingering regrets were long forgotten or so he thought... Alhaitham, the eccentric genius and handsome student council president of Sumeru Akademiya, never failed any of his grades and was always at the top of the class. No one has ever beaten him, many wished to get into his good graces and ask him for help with their studies but that hasn't always been the case. Girls flock around him, flirting every now and then to try and be his girlfriend, whereas the boys wished they could be as smart as him or just generally disliked him because of his no nonsense attitude.

Alhaitham was known to be a person who puts logic and rationality first before making decisions, his aloof and non-empathetic personality occasionally causes turbulence to ensue. The very fact that he was unable to perceive the right emotions and give out his opinions at the right time, was why everyone hated him and him being elected to be the student council president only seemed to make matters worse. The latter knew that for a fact but he chose to ignore as he felt that it was ridiculous and illogical to deal with this sort of people and to harbor such thoughts. He always believed in what he thought was right and there’s no way to change his mind. And yet... What is this sinking feeling that he felt so deeply within his heart..?

You, [First Name] [Last Name], the quiet and reclusive student. Your grades were average, nothing comparable to the eccentric genius of your class. You were a wallflower in many cases, only speaking when you were spoken to. You were ‘popular’ but not in a good way. Classmates flock around you as you were easy to be taken advantage of because of your unyielding kindness. Many wondered how you were able to break past the barrier of a stone-cold man’s heart, you often wondered to yourself too on what part of you had captured the most popular (hated) guy’s attention. It did not take long for you to be fully smitten with him and his antics, often making you laugh and instill confidence in you. He always manages to bring out the best in you and vice versa, the love that you both shared was equally passionate and strong for one another. So then… where did it all go wrong..?

You and Alhaitham had been dating for about 2 years. All your friends were extremely happy with how everything was going between the two of you, they had high hopes that you two would be together forever. Forever… This word struck a chord in Alhaitham’s heart. Truthfully, he had never thought that far ahead when he decided to confess to you, nor when he first laid his eyes on you. Alhaitham had always believed that there was something about you that caught his eyes, your kindness was mesmerizing, your patience was gold, your personality and thirst for knowledge were equally as radiant in his eyes. He loves the way your eyes always lighted up when you learn something new or even fascinated by things which he deemed mundane. Every day and every minute spent with you was never boring. He yearned for these peaceful times to last forever, but maybe he got a little too complacent. Too comfortable. The old him would never concern himself with such useless emotions, the old him would never- That was when he realized that you had changed him, you brought in a myriad of colors into his life. Letting him experience what being in love feels like, how it feels to be special in someone’s life. The old him would never understand that.

It wasn’t until one day, when all rainbows and sunshine were drenched in cold harsh rain, he realized that nothing lasts forever. You could say that he had become extremely naive by all these notions, that he had forgotten what was important. Likewise, you did too.

Alhaitham and you were both caught going out on a date in the city during one of your semestral holidays. You had not told your parents that you were dating someone, you had your reasons and Alhaitham agreed to let them know at a later time. You had expected to be found out one of those days, considering you had been leaving house early in the morning and returning home late frequently. But what you did not expect, was to be caught by one of your worst enemies from the past. He/she had been one of your closest friends before they decided to turn their backs on you as you didn’t bring them any form of merit and you were just dragging them down. Slowly all your friends began to also turn their backs on you, thus you became the person whom you were today. Trusting doesn’t come easily to you nowadays but your kind self was what kept you grounded. Alhaitham had seen what they couldn’t have and that was what made you open up your heart to him, little by little.

You were happy and content with whatever you have. But this bitch decided to show up and poke their noses into something that they shouldn’t have. Your parents were people who are highly sensitive towards family status and upbringing, they thought that you were their blessed child and was able to bring the family name up to new heights. However, they were disappointed by the outcome. You were average. Like many others. Your parents who used to shower you with affection and gifts, in a single night, completely closed you off from their lives. Alhaitham was the only one who saw you past your worth and loved you for who you really are. He often just told you that you being you was enough, you didn’t need to change just to meet someone else’s expectations. That’s why this break up hurt you more than it should..

Your parents who knew nothing much about your social life, let alone your love life, decided to poke their noses into your love life, after finding out that you were dating Alhaitham. That bitch had told them immediately after finding out about your secret date and was praised to high heavens by your parents. Your days after that fateful day, had never been peaceful as it should have been prior. With his status and upbringing, Alhaitham wasn’t shunned by your parents like that they did with you. Although, they did praise you for one thing. Which was being able to poach such a fine man like him, to which you deny. Alhaitham had refuted many of such claims, he was more than ready to take you away from such a family after what he had just witnessed. He thought that his words alone were able to keep you from doubting your self worth and to keep you from leaving him but alas.. The situation had taken its toll on the both of you as the moment the new semester started, you both were too busy to focus on anything else other than your studies. This was the final push towards graduation before you can enter a good college and find a stable job after. There was no time for trivialities, the two of you began quarreling more and more as the days went by. And that was when you finally snapped.

“Can your parents stop fucking coming to the house every single day, hounding me and you, day and night? It’s getting extremely annoying, especially since we have two tests this week and I want you to focus on it.”.

“Well, I’m sorry that my parents are hounding us like annoying pests! Since you have so much free time, why not help pacify them and ask them to leave instead of me?”.

“Since you oh so want me to focus on the test more than on our relationship?”.

“Me? Ridiculous, they are your parents, so why should I pacify? It’s a waste of my time. Since this all started because of you!”, letting his anger get the best of him, he failed to register what he just said.

“!”, turquoise eyes widened a fraction, his breath hitched in his throat.

Shock, hurt and despair flashed across your eyes as you took in what he had just said, how could he..? The man who you trusted in, your confidant had just pushed the blame all to you? When you weren’t in the wrong..?

“Wai-”, you cut him off.

“Me? Yes. YES, everything is fucking my fault happy now?!”, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you screamed.

“What I truly need right now is someone who can comfort me, give me a shoulder to lean on! Not fucking someone who dumps everything on me and tell me everything is my fault!”.

“I was wrong to trust you, Alhaitham. I thought you were different, different from everyone else and what they all said about you. Why did I ever think that you would take time out of your day to help me pacify my parents who look at you and only you, because their daughter is nothing as comparable to a capable man like you!”, nothing could stop these tears from flowing anymore as more came waterfalling down your already damp cheeks, you don’t know whether you were crying or laughing as you let out a sardonic cackle amidst your tears.

You were utterly broken and beyond repair. The man truly did not know what to do anymore.. He had utterly failed in protecting you and your smile which he loves so much. Now, that smile will no longer grace his presence in this looming emptiness and despair. For the first time, he shed a tear as he watched the flames that he ignited spread ablaze..

                       “..Let’s break up… It’s better for both of us.”.

->>>>>>>>>

  Looking back, he wondered if he had truly done the right thing by letting you go back then. 10 years had passed since that last warm summer, where everything started and ended. Alhaitham is now a linguistics professor teaching at one of top universities in Sumeru City, his mundane life ever-unchanging just as he liked it to be or so he believed. After that day, you and him had never made contact with each other ever again. He wondered how you were doing now, probably better somewhere. He never really apologized to you as he didn’t know how to and guess he never will have the chance to.

Upon returning to his abode, which to his surprise was empty (honestly glad), Alhaitham quickly took a shower and cleansed himself off the day’s fatigue. Having a light meal before returning to his room to retire, he felt his phone vibrate beside him on the dinner table.

“ Annoying Bunch

Kaveh:

Dinner at Lambad’s Tavern tmr!

Cyno:

Sure, but what’s the occasion?

Tighnari:

A successful project? A new potential client? Either way, I’m free.

                                                                             You:

  If it’s on you, sure.

Kaveh:

I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY THAT, YOU INSUFFERABLE MAN!

Anyways, I have some exclusive scoop to tell you guys!

Cyno:

It better B worth it.

Tighnari:

*sighs*

You:

Likewise.

Kaveh:

Oh it DEFINITELY will! Cause it involves you!

You:

Me?

Kaveh:

Hoho, caught your interest! I see! So you better come tomorrow! ”.

‘Involving me?’, he wondered if it had anything to do with you. Well, he will only be able to find out tomorrow. Recently memories of you had resurfaced in his mind, he wondered if these were signs or some sort but he chided himself for such wishful thinking. Cleaning up the table and washing the dishes, he locked up everything before returning to his room to rest. With an unfinished book in his hand, he made himself comfortable and read into the night. The next day, at the appointed time, Alhaitham met up with his friends at the tavern. It started off with a friendly chat amongst friends about work and then the topic finally came.

“So you guys might be wondering why we are all gathered here today?”, all eyes focused on Kaveh.

“I met [Name] yesterday at work.”, three pairs of eyes widened at his revelation.

“You what?”.

“I met [Name] at work yesterday, she was apparently there with my client. Boy was I surprised to see her after so long!”.

“Is she doing well?”, Alhaitham finally managed to utter.

Cyno, Tighnari and Kaveh were also friends of yours that you had made after getting together with him, the three had always been supportive of your relationship at the start. When they found out what had transpired that day, they really gave him a big scolding.

“She looks well, I had not seen her smile because of a certain someone, but she definitely seems to be doing way better than before.”, Kaveh gave him a sardonic reply.

“That’s good.”.

“That’s good? Is that all you have to say?”, the blonde looked at him incredulously.

“What else am I supposed to say?”, he retorted.

“Calm down, Kaveh. Think about it. Do you think he can just waltz right up there in front of her and apologize and act as if everything is alright? Nay, I don’t think so. This is Alhaitham, we are talking about.”, the fennec reasoned.

“He’s right, Kaveh. I definitely can’t see him saying I miss you or whatever.”, Cyno added.

Said male grunted at the words his friend had just thrown at him. Kaveh slumped into his seat disappointed as he chugged down the beer in his hand like nothing.

“For starters, shouldn’t we ask the man in question what he wants to do? I am highly certain that you wish to see her again, don't you? I think what’s important is to first settle any lingering doubts first before tackling the problem. Apologizing doesn’t come easily to you, but you understand that you were in the wrong. What’s next, is what you wish to do and how you go about doing it.”.

Alhaitham let his friend’s word sink in as he thought to himself. What comes after the long overdue apology? He had failed miserably in protecting someone who was important to him, did he have the right to continue to love her again? He was afraid yet he wished to try. Afterall, the only one who made him this way, to change for the better was you. He did not wish to lose you again. This sinking feeling that had him trapped in its grasp, finally broke free as the man made up his mind. He still loves you, he truly does. Deciding to take a gamble for a lifetime, he decided to reach out to you again like he did in the past. He was going to apologize and make things right for both you and him, for your future together.

                                          - SummerTime -

[digo3d]

here’s another ask! What is a tick/character aspect that Dobble secretly likes about each of the cats?

Hmm let's seeee

Naturally with T.C. he admires how much he cares for/all he does for the gang and how much that cat tries to make the best life for them despite their situation or their poverty. I think he simultaneously despises and admires how stubborn T.C. is as a person.

Benny is a very happy and funny little guy and he's almost always able to make Dibble laugh even just a little bit. He does wonder how an innocent lil lad like him got wrapped up with a character like Top Cat but does recognize just how important he is to him and how much he looks up to him.

Dib really likes how expressive and empathetic Chooch is and especially likes how his enthusiasm is contagious. If he's excited you also will be very soon. He's very transparent and wears his heart on his sleeve, he doesn't try and hide his feelings away like most people Dib knows. Also he's very fluffy. Foofy fella. Foofy woofy Choochie boy.

I like to think that Dibble secretly wishes he could have Spook's relaxed attitude so that he wouldn't be so stressed all the time. Spook has got sort of a calming aura to him and while he does beef with Spook the most (besides T.C. ofc), being near him is like a little mental break and he also offers some damn good wisdom and advice.

Fancy's self-confidence is only to be rivaled by the most popular of celebrities, yet he always managed to make room for the fellas in his life despite how many girlfriends he might have at the time. Fancy's boisterous enough to be incredibly charismatic yet he's also humble enough to recognize what he has and hold it near and dear to his heart. Dibble thinks more people can (and should) learn from him.

This is very much a self-indulgent headcanon but Brain is very much Dibble's favorite kitty. Aside from just being the cutest and silliest little scrunkly around, Brain is very kind, patient, doesn't believe in holding a grudge (most of the time) and is a very good listener. It baffles Dib how he didn't become a cold-hearted cynic with all he's been through. Brain's unwavering kindness is a shining light in Dibble's grim career, reminding him that the world doesn't have to be so evil.

That was very long winded and yappy but atp that's the standard for my Sleepy Middle-of-the-Night Posts

Also I meant to reply to this earlier my bee I took a 3 hour long nap and forgot i was alive when I woke up

[suneeater]

solomon + shy s/o

✎a/n: uuuuuwaaaahhhhhh hey back from tiny lil break sorry for th e wait

✰warnings: none, enjoy!

✉: Headcanons for Solomon with shy s/o?

Solomon is an extremely understanding person; not only does he feel empathetic towards you automatically as the only other human, but he just overall has a great grasp on other people’s emotions. In the past, he may have assumed that you avoided him because he smelled or some other reason, but it only takes a few meetings for Solomon to understand that while you want to get to know him, you’re just a tad shy

So of course, he decides to be all up in your personal business. He doesn’t want to go far enough to make you uncomfortable, but he at least wants to be able to show you that you don’t have to be nervous around him. He’s always trying to find some way to be alone with you, trying to make you blush on purpose hoping you’ll finally break and open up to him, teasing you, or even just trying to get a laugh out of you

He has a dominant personality and it shows in lots of little ways, like eventually sitting down with you to take control of the situation because he can’t stand not being able to talk to you. The manipulative sorcerer that he is, he’s somehow convinced you to meet with him privately, which is when he finally drops his mischievous act and confesses to you how badly he’s been dying to get to know you better. It may take some time, but it’s this little meeting that kick starts your relationship. He;s so sweet and understand the whole time, you just feel all of your nerves melt away under his warm and considerate gaze

Honestly it takes Solomon no time at all to adjust to having a shy partner! Although he is a more extroverted person and a relentless tease, he ultimately makes your comfort his number on priority; he’s never going to cross any boundaries that you set with him and will always do his best to make sure that you stay happy and content in any situation

He doesn’t mind taking the lead in social situations for you. It’s no big deal for him to change conversation topics, introduce you to someone for you, or even just avoid the situation entirely. He is practically MADE of excuses so

Solomon will always ask you how you’re feeling whenever you’re out and about in more social and exposed situations, checking in on you throughout the day to see how you’re holding up, if you need a little break, if you’re overstimulated, etc. No matter how much you assure him that you’re fine and just a little shy, he’s probably going to worry anyways

Solomon puts on a pretty strong front to others to no surprise, and although he is talented in wrapping people around his finger and making alliances with strangers he would also much prefer to be alone with you for a little while. He’s careful to not let either of you become recluses, but who could ever say no to a night in?

[silverbladexyz]

Can you do Kaeya with a character who has a traumatic past and like how he comforts them?

Hello there! Thank you for requesting 💗 Reader's past isn't specified, and this is my first time writing for him, so sorry if it's bad :')

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to its original owner.

TW: Mentions of trauma

Kaeya comforting reader with a traumatic past (platonic)

-I think how he comforts you actually depends on how close you are with him

-If you are only acquaintances, Kaeya will most likely offer you some words of support, letting you know that he's more than happy to be there for you even if he didn't know you that well

-But let's say that you are good friends with him. Kaeya as a friend is fun, charming, witty, interesting, and never fails to make you laugh and keep you hooked in a conversation

-It isn't long before he knows nearly all of your secrets; he has a charm that makes people tell him everything without a lot of effort from him. While he may tease you a bit on some of your more embarrassing secrets, he won't use them for any bad stuff

-But one thing you never told him was your traumatic past. While you loved him almost like a brother, there are some things that even the closest siblings don't share with each other. Whenever somebody brought up the topic of your past, you merely deflected the question with a well-constructed lie that pretty much satisfied most people

-Kaeya isn't fooled by your lies; he does the same too whenever his past is brought up. He notices how you slightly avoid eye contact when you lie, and he also notices how your voice wavers just the slightest bit when it is almost unnoticeable

-As we all know, he is an expert at reading people, so after a few interactions and observations, he is pretty much able to deduce that you had a traumatic past of some sort, and you wanted to keep it hidden from everyone else

-He won't ask you or pry too much about your past. He himself had a pretty traumatising one as well, and he knows perfectly well how things like these were preferred to be kept a secret. However, just because you might not tell him doesn't mean that he couldn't do anything to help you. After he's figured it out, he'll just slightly, slightly, be more softer around you, and might even aid you with some more of your stuff

-Kaeya will also spend more time around you too. You were going to take on a commission? Nice, he's going with you too. You needed help? He's there to support you and help you. You needed some advice? Ask no more, because Kaeya is full of some of the best advice in Mondstadt. It is basically his way of telling you that he's there for you, even if it's hidden in the most common actions such as always remembering to check up on you and indirectly complimenting you more as well

-It is most likely you that will tell him about your past, when you are finally ready. You see, even when Kaeya doesn't want to ask you in fear that you'll be upset, part of him is still curious on what had happened to you way before you met him

-So when you finally tell him, he's unusually silent. The teasing and calculating side of him is gone; instead, you see a much softer and empathetic Kaeya, that not even his other friends in the Knights of Favonius had the privilege of seeing

-He is a smooth talker with a silver tongue, yet each word that falls out of his mouth now is genuine. Kaeya still keeps his usual light and clear voice, but it is laced with comfort and love akin to that of a brother

'Hey... I know it's been tough for you. You didn't deserve to go through all of that. Nobody does. But I'm proud of you, you know that? Despite what you've went through, despite having faced all sorts of horrible and unspeakable things, you still fought on. Like a true warrior. And please, talk to me if you are ever in need of a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Afterall, what am I if I can't even help my dear friend and drinking buddy?~ Alright, jokes aside, what I'm saying is that you don't have to deal with this alone. I'll be here for you, always.'

-He'll lightly put his hand on your shoulder and give it a small reassuring squeeze. His fingers are slightly cold; they're always cold due to his cryo vision, but the smile that he's giving you is warm and gentle

-After that, Kaeya is still his usual self around you, but he is slightly more protective of you. He doesn't want you to go through even more pain that you've already experienced, so safe to say that he'll be hanging around with you more now. Even if he's away for a mission, he'll still ask someone to make sure that you were safe

-His presence was something that you look forward to more everyday now; just knowing that he will always be there when you need him lights a beacon in your once dark world

-You couldn't have met another friend that was like Kaeya. And Kaeya could say the same about you too

So how did I go with writing Kaeya's personality? He's kind of a hard character for me to grasp, but feel free to leave advice for improvement :)

@circinuus @chuuyas-beloved @dazaiyohane @overlysour @i-just-like-goats

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi! I saw your requests are open so I was wondering if I could get a matchup for Resident Evil, any character if fine with me. Sorry if mines a bit long. Feel free to detail or take your time with it.

Nonbinary, She/They, Bi-oriented demi romantic gray ace

INFP 4w5

In short: A shy, informed of being too empathic, depressed, and autistic college student, studying at the moment radiology, but works as a freelance journalist and occasional host on different podcasts with a focus on bettering society through education. Has a record for chronically getting in over their head, but has emerged a jack of many trades due to that. Comically experienced best example was when I got onto a podcast hosted by experts in a bunch of fields and I just graduated hs but was able to discuss topics ranging from development of ai to causes of cultural polarization, with me and the psychologist bouncing off each other in discussion quite a bit, for a couple hours with them.

Personality: Quiet and shy, only really opening up as I work, see someone needing help, or notice a common interest. I have been called mom by many people due to how deep running my older sibling instincts are. I have a mask of confidence due to often working with people years older to hide a fear of rejection. My work as a journalist has led me to see some of the worst in people, so I can come off a bit tired but I try to use my experiences to help others. I tend to speak with a large degree of candor and I’ll spring off whenever I hear someone say to make a joke or affectionately poke fun at something. I’m also known as the cockroach because of my sheer tenacity to survive situations that would bring a lot of people down. While I don’t seem like the sort to take charge, I will if I see things go downhill with efficiency to make sure everything that needs to be done gets done.

Appearance: 5 foot 6 inches and gonna say this since I saw you know TWST is the fact I basically look like a shorter Malleus with brown eyes and glasses like Azul. I tend to dress in sweater vests, waistcoats, and button ups but I do love my leather jacket. Some days, I’ll look more feminine other days I’ll wear my binder. Additionally, I also sometimes wear a brace on my elbow due to an injury I got due to the amount of desk work I do.

Likes: Coffee, having time for a nap, going down random rabbit holes of research, media analysis, writing, working on my novel, making different drinks and food, punk, and rock.

Dislikes: Bigots, loud crowds, unrealistic expectations, conformity, people that have a simmering anger, and environments that leave people on the edge.

Me in a relationship: Very much more of an unspoken affection sort of person, I’ll make small changes to things or add steps in my daily routine to help my partner. I also am a bit cuddly, though only after people gain my trust, as I’m a tad touch starved. Cooking is another thing that I will do, especially with trying to figure out things that bring happy memories and such.

What I look for: Someone who can make me laugh and is willing to listen. Doesn’t cause feeling walking on eggshells constantly. People that care for others and are empathic. Able to deal with some distance at times due to needing time to mentally sort things. Acceptance of flaws and quirks but willing to help each other grow.

Have a good day, night, whichever is applicable to you, and thank you for your time.

Not that it matters because wikis exist, but I feel like I should mention that the last ResE game I played was the original 4 back when I was young. Everything else is just fandom osmosis if I’m being real, so if anyone reads this and is like “yeah Oz you dink it’s obvious” I apologize. 

Hope you enjoy!

== Resident Evil==>

I match you up with…

Rebecca Chambers 

Rebecca is the epitome of caring and empathetic, not to mention extremely intelligent and capable. She’ll keep up with you like few others can. 

As such, she’ll understand when you need space. And she’ll need it herself - she’s a busy gal. 

I imagine this is somewhat of an unspoken relationship - where the things you need to say are communicated with loving looks and gestures, and where it feels like you two may even be psychically connected. 

You also share a passion for activism. She’s been through hell, and so her dedication to making the world a better place is on par with yours. 

When you first meet, she’s the kind of person who you find yourself talking to for hours, completely out of nowhere. She’s easy to like, and what's more, she likes you, and likes hearing what you have to say. 

She’s also someone who you can feel comfortable around given her younger age. 

You both have the same way of behaving due to having to be around those who are alot older than you. 

She’ll be a stable figure in your life when you two start dating (which I imagine would be after a long few years of friendship under which romantic feelings simmer unsaid). She’s there when you need her, and even when you don’t, and she won’t hesitate to step in or help you. 

At the end of the day, it can sometimes feel like it’s you and her against the world. But maybe, together, you two can change that. 

[just-rogi]

I’m and adult and generally desensitized to the things my students say to me (because I’m good at my job) and sure my kids have said hurtful things but I can let them go, but god there are parts of this job that are just.. I don’t know? Uniquely painful and tragic?

I’m usually pretty unperturbed by homophobia because I’m a big girl, grew up in a small town, and grew a thick skin. You can’t really do nonprofit work without hearing some insane shit from people who want you dead- and I’ve been hearing it since I started volunteering at age 17. All this is to say that I’m really unphased by general homophobia.

Im not exactly waving around rainbow flags in the classroom but if the kids ask about my life I don’t lie about it and have been casually out and an ally for the queer students who just want a teacher to talk to when they feel so isolated, just to exist as a happy queer adult living my life can be a radical act for these kids who may not be able to picture a future where they can just exist as themselves. God this post is way longer than I intended,

But this is all to say that generally shit doesn’t get to me especially at my job, but I had a little boy today who ADORED me. Like this boy followed me around like a puppy and loved to show me his drawings and his homework and would literally cheer out loud whenever he found out that I was covering his class. The kids generally like me because I’m one of the young teachers and I’m not actively trying to make them miserable (low bar I know) but I’ve got a few for who I’m a definite clear favorite and this kid was one of them. Well some of my girls were asking if I had a crush on [other young male teacher] I laughed it off and said no and another student said she heard a rumor I liked girls instead and I said that’s true ((they then proceeded to ask if I have a crush on any female techers, so o appreciate the unending dedication of 13 year old girls to setting up their adult teachers lmao))

But this one male student who’s listening to all this looks horrified, like genuinely deeply personally hurt, and gets upset saying “NO! You can’t be ! why does this happen to me I really liked you” and “I thought you were a normal teacher” and I laughed it off at first thinking he was just having a dramatic moment but he kept going, repeating that he has to tell his parents now and that he’s Christian, and I very gently told him that I’m the same teacher he’s had all year and has loved- I haven’t changed because he knows something new about me, and this boy says “yeah but now I feel different about you I see you different “ repeating that his parents are Christian’s , and it is killing me- not because I’m particularly hurt by the opinion of a middle school boy, but because someone taught my sweet kind student to hate. Someone took this boy and taught him something that, in an instant, makes him no longer like his favorite teacher.

He was clearly working through something because later in class one of the kids was listening to music on YouTube (THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ON YOUTUBE BTW THAT WAS NIT THE ASSIGNMENT) and this kid points at another students computer and shouts across the classroom “SHUT THAT OFF THATS SIMMER MUSIC- IT WAS MADE BY A GAY PERSON AND IM CHRISTIAN” now he’s never done anything like that, even his classmates were shocked. I don’t know if he was trying to process his feelings or if he just wanted to try hurt me or what, but it was so out of character. Just generally I’ve been trying to understand my own feelings about this situation because I still love my students and will continue to be patient with them and give them a place to grow while I’m just existing as someone comfortable in my own skin, but it still left me with a strange feeling. There are people teaching their children to hate and I can only do so much to shape a generation of kind, empathetic, good people entering the world feeling safe and loved. I love my job but sometimes it does hurt knowing how good I am at my job it will never be enough

[incorrect-quotes-for-my-wips]

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

I know that you said Alexander so I'll respond to the other ask with his but heres the rest of the AVS

Jason: he has trouble dealing with most emotions really. He has a tendency to ignore his problems and emotions until he literally cant anymore. He makes it a point to never cry in front of people but alone when he cant ignore his emotions anymore he ends up crying a lot. He tends to cry about when he cant be enough or when he disappoints people or when people he cares about, dont care about him. he also cries over the guilt of working with the AVS. also if he has been ignoring his problems and emotions for a long time, something like his cereal being soggy will make him sob.

Hiroyuki: He has anger issues and he doesnt know how to handle that so he lets his anger cloud his senses and get rid of his ration. he also doesnt know how to handle being sad so if hes sad he just goes and has fun with his friends so he can forget the sadness. He hates crying since he thinks it makes him less strong and he wants to be strong so he can protect his friends and help Alexander. He cries over his friends getting hurt or not being able to help them

Amber: just like Hiroyuki she has issues with rage so it tends to cloud her judgement also. she also doesnt know how to handle being sad she she just laughs it off and tries to forget about it. she cries when people are mean to her or treat her badly and thats why shes so mean to people, so she wont be the victim again. she also cries about her friends since although she doesnt act like it, she does care about them.

Melody: she can actually deal with her emotions in a healthy way but she does have anxiety. she cries kind of easily. she cries when people are mean to her or if her friends get hurt. shes probably the most normal person in the AVS

Kelly: She sucks at emotions as well so anytime she feels any negative emotion she just casts a spell and tries to be silly so she will be happy again. She cries pretty easily, shes really empathetic so if anyone around her is sad, she'll also be sad and start crying. she also cries any time she cant make people happy or if they dont like her or if she accidentally upsets them. she also gets really sad and might cry if you tell her shes not a witch. anytime she does start crying, she tries to cast spells and act silly again so she can get herself to stop crying

Len: She doesnt feel much emotion anymore and she only really cries when she accidentally hurts herself in an experiment. back when she was younger though she just drowned out her emotions by researching and experimenting. she'd end up crying if her experiments went really wrong and her mother wasnt proud of her

[flowergoddessblooms]

I will never forget that day. In the middle of the night, as the storm raged, wind bellowing, we were safe in our house. It wasn't huge, but we were quite well to do compared to others in our community. The wood burned and the fire crackled, providing warmth much craved. There was enough food to last a month. We all sat in the light of the burning embers. I remember thinking how unfortunate that the others weren't so lucky.

Oh how I hate myself for even having had that thought. For moments after, we heard the sound of glass breaking. Our eyes darted across the room, now staring at a man brushing glass pieces off his black cloak. You would recognise the emblem on his cloak anywhere.

The Black Raven guild.

Mercenaries.

Before my brain could process what had just occurred, the man rushed through the room, armed with a dagger. It was over in a split second.

I stood agape, watching the crimson flow.

My parents were dead.

Blood seeped through the carpet, under the floorboards. Time was at a standstill.

The man looked over at me.

"A scrawny brat, eh? Well you weren't in the request and I couldn't care less about a little shit like you."

And he was gone.

My tears wouldn't stop. For days and nights I sat there clutching the bodies of my parents, as the rain and thunder never stopped. The stench of decaying corpses is something you can never imagine. One whose face is filled with absolute fear and desperation. It was etched into my heart.

And so, after a long time spent crying, trying to fix the wounds, venturing out into the storm to ask for help only to return dejected, I swore. I swore to myself that I would make that man regret being born for taking away my happiness.

It's been 21 years. 21 years of hunting for this man whose face I didn't know. 21 years of traveling around the country, spending days at inns, flocking bars, approaching information guilds, anything and everything. And I finally found him.

I found out everything about him.

57 years old. Muscular. Tanned. Shaved head. A thick beard. Lived in a little village on the outskirts of the country. He would protect the villagers from bandits. He was quite loved by the community.

But I know who he truly is. Beneath all that facade of a good man and the protector of women and children, he is someone who would kill people for money.

It didn't take me long to find him. And boy oh boy, it was infuriating.

He was a changed man. He didn't talk like the way he did that night, in a rugged tone, without an ounce of humanity. He had a slow speech and spoke as though he was an enlightened monk.

How. Funny.

He didn't recognise me at first. It was only when i mentioned who my parents were, that he looked at me with a forlorn gaze and sighed.

Was this asshole pitying me? This person, who wasn't worth being called human, was showing sympathy?

I remember what he said, word for word.

" All those years ago, I was someone who only lived for money because I had to take care of myself and my family. My sisters were about to be sold off if I hadn't paid off my father's gambling debts. I didn't have much choice. I don't do that anymore. I've found my place with these people here. I take care of bandits for them, they feed me and my family in return. It's quite a peaceful transaction." He said gazing wistfully towards the village.

Not a single apology.

And was that story supposed to make me feel empathetic for him? Where was his empathy when he mercilessly murdered my parents in front of a 9 year old?

Did he expect me to droop my shoulders, cry and hug him?

He deserved to die and I would give him that.

I raided his home late that night. It was dark and stormy, quite fitting really. I broke the window and jumped in. He wasn't ready and it wasn't much of a fight for me, he was old and slow, barely able to dodge my attacks. It was soon over. I stood over him, as blood splurted out of his neck, staining the wooden floorboards with a rich crimson hue. I sat there, laughing, relishing my victory, when I heard little whimpers from close by.

It didn't matter anyway. I had fulfilled what I had sworn all those years ago. I was finally at peace.

No matter how much of my humanity it took from me.

I was finally at peace.

When you were a child, a mercenary made you watch as he killed your entire family in front of you. You swore revenge. Decades later, you've finally tracked them down- …only to find they're now a pacifistic geriatric who's beloved by his community.

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 5

“Mr. Luthor.”

His head turned a bit lazily, and when he saw the suit, he realized. You were off today, so he couldn't understand why you were here. He patted his hand for his phone, then looked over when he saw it between the couch cushions. You lifted your own phone and he couldn’t help but smile when you ended the call and his phone lit up before the screen turned blank. 

It dawned on him that you probably heard the entire conversation with his father, then the self loathing mutters to himself and the aggressive consumption of alcohol. He didn’t even have it in him to feel embarrassed or ashamed. 

“Come to babysit.” 

He joked, hand reaching for the filled bottle. You crossed the floor and when you took his wrist, you paused. 

“You’ve had enough.” 

He just lifted a brow. 

“Am I grounded?” 

Your face was neutral and he pulled back with a nod. 

“I get it.”

He knew pity when he saw it. That’s the only reason you could be standing here. Surely you had better ways to spend your Saturday night. 

“You don’t have to be here. I’m relieving you of duty.” 

“So you can go back to drinking? I think I’d prefer it if my boss didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” 

He just let out a dry laugh.

“Boss.” 

He hated that he wanted there to be more. He wanted you to admit that there was something there. But you wouldn’t and he didn’t deserve it. To be happy. All he could do was laugh.

“Maybe my dad is right. I’m just trying to make up for the emptiness in my life.” 

His life had been one crap show after the next. If by some miracle he ended up happy, he knew he might just ruin that too. 

“I respect what you do.” 

Lex hadn’t expected to hear that. This time his gaze focused, and your expression changed. It wasn’t as blank as it typically is. Nor was there a glare. Your eyes looked almost soft, empathetic. 

Inviting.

“I know your name carries weight and a lot of people suffered when your father closed that plant. I’ve seen some of the organizations that you have supported. Maybe you were inspired by Clark, or you’re just making up for some emptiness like you said before. Whatever the reason, you could have stopped at any time, but you’re still trying. You’re helping people, so I’ll protect you with my life.” 

Lex knew at that point what you meant. He understood that your body was able to take quite a lot, but it’s obvious that death is a possibility for you. Maybe it took more than what the average person can endure, but you were still somewhat human. Vulnerable to a point. The realization made him unsettled. The thought of anything ever happening to you was terrifying. 

Especially if it ended up being because of him. 

He should have left well enough alone, but now that you opened the door, all he wanted to do was rush inside. 

“Is it because I’m your boss, that’s why you’re so willing to die for me?” 

You looked a little less sure. For just a moment your gaze wavered, like you needed a second to come up with a response that would reflect your cold exterior.

“Of course Mr. Luthor I-” 

“I heard that conversation you had with Clark.”

That made you freeze in place. He saw it, the slight change in your posture. You looked ready to cover it, but he moved closer to you. For a moment you didn’t react. He knew you assumed he was just going to question further, maybe make a point, but when he started crossing into your space, your stance falters.

“Mr. Luthor, you're drunk.” 

Despite how much you tried to make your voice steady, you backed up, that frown still painted on your face. Yet behind it, behind it was just a spec of emotion. Your back hit the wall and he finally stopped. 

“You and I both know that isn’t true.” 

At this point, drinking was nothing but a pastime for him. He wasn’t even buzzed.

You refused to meet his eyes, and he finally reached down. You flinched when you saw his hand and he paused. There was a vulnerability in your gaze. Almost like you’d never truly experienced this before. 

Care, touch. 

“It’s okay.” 

His voice was soft, almost a whisper and when he finally touched your cheek, you looked up at him. For the first time there wasn’t a glare, or an indifference. He could see it, actual emotion behind your gaze. 

He exhaled, licking his lips softly as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your brows knitted as he cupped your cheek, holding you for three, maybe four seconds before he pulled back a mere couple inches. Your breath came out a bit ragged and his eyes opened, watching every reaction. 

You looked a bit lost. For the first time since you’d started working for him, it seemed like you didn’t have an answer. Maybe because this wasn’t some situation that required tactical expertise. 

He couldn’t seem to stop himself. 

Moving in again, this time his lips landed at the base of your neck and you actually released a gasp, hand gripping into his shirt. You were braced on the wall, so escape was impossible. With every brush of his lips, he could feel your soft resistance, or was that encouragement? 

The sounds you released, it was hard to differentiate.

“Mr..M-Mr Luthor…” 

You sounded so meek and all he can do is demand more. You’re not a soft spoken or shy person. Everything about the situation felt out of character and he wanted more.

He knew it was selfish. 

He was definitely taking advantage of his position, but you weren’t pushing him away like he would have expected. You were almost holding on tighter. You had the strength to break bones. If you’d sucker punched him right now he would have gladly taken it and walked away. 

But when his hand glided to your chin, titling your head softly to get better access to your skin, he was almost certain he heard you moan, or purr. Your hand clenched into the cloth on his sleeve and without a beat his lips were once again on yours. 

Your lips parted in surprise and his tongue took the invitation. This time he heard the audible moan. You tasted as good as he imagined. He took a sharp inhale through his nose, this time cupping both cheeks as he pressed closer into you. The collision caused a soft thud to resound as he fought to control himself and you tried to keep up. 

Each brush of his tongue urged a sound from you. He could feel your heartbeat, it was hammering, echoing against his chest. He prayed desperately that this was a reality. That he wasn’t having some kind of fever dream. One of his hands slid over your waist, against your back, up your shirt. When you arched into him, he realized it was real. 

You released another desperate sound and he barely had a chance to do much more, because you gave a firm shove and he skidded back. 

It was sobering. 

Your breath was heavy, and he seemed to take in a quick one of his own. 

You looked shaken. For just a moment there was a pleading in your eyes, almost like you were about to beg him not to leave. Not to go, not to stop. Just as he planned to speak, you broke eye contact, jaw clenched. 

“It was a lapse in judgment on my part. It won’t happen again.” 

Your words were cold, like a barrier. He could feel it, hear it in your tone. You were scared. If he agreed, walked away, he knew you would move forward, act as if it never occurred and continue looking out for him. 

But he couldn’t do it.

“It wasn’t.”

He heard the shaky breath you tried to hide. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you feel nothing and I will let this go.” 

He saw it, the way you wavered before you schooled your features. 

“I feel nothing. You are my boss, I am your employee. There is nothing else.” 

Your voice lacked any emotion, and Lex nodded.

“That’s unfortunate. Especially since I’m falling in love with you.” 

You couldn’t hide the shock, and this time he smiled. You took a step back and he took a hold of your wrist before you could make a break for it. He pulled you in and you stumbled, letting out one soft gasp before he was now pushing you against his desk. 

His lips descended with an urgency and not even a second after you were returning the kiss. Lex smiled internally, relieved that he’d been right. Your words were merely a mask. You were just scared. 

After a few heated moments he pulled back and you pressed your forehead to his chest, as if to gather yourself. He could understand the hesitance, the fear. 

“I-I’m..I’m not built for love..” 

It was the first confession that you had made, and all he could do was hug you. 

“Neither am I. But I..I’d really like to figure it out.” 

For once in his life, he didn’t want his name to be the reason that he had to lose something. He wanted this. Something about it felt right, real.

When he felt you pull him closer, he realized that maybe, there was a chance after all. 

[spookystrawberry-blog]

Romance on the surface (part 9)

Y/n x Sans

Arriving at the airport, your head teacher asks you to sit on tables for lunch. Your friends ask you and Sans if the trip went well, teasing you and showing you the photos they took. Sans, embarrassed and annoyed, drinks ketchup to pretend not to be concerned.

Haru: Ugh, how do you drink that?

R: Isn’t that disgusting?

Grilby replies that he himself never understood. Then you remember he was a bartender in the underground. You then ask him if it doesn't bother him too much to have to study for a year before being able to open his bar. He tells you yes, especially since he was only 1 year away from turning 25. But he is still happy, that it allows him to discover new things. Aoi also shares his opinion, indeed the underground has made her nostalgic because she was born there but the surface is so much more enriching and she has made wonderful friends here. Harper and Sans confirm their opinion. You are reassured to know that the monsters feel good on the surface. You tell yourself that your sister did a good job. But you can't help but wonder what the underground look like and how Sans was there.

You then go to the place where you are going to stay. It is a huge traditional Japanese house, featuring an indoor garden and hot springs. The head teacher asks the students to go and settle into their respective rooms, boys and girls separated obviously. With the girls you were lucky enough to be in the same room and the boys too. Your friends each tease you and Sans about what happened on the plane.

Y: So we have a little crush on Sans?

H: You seem really close on the plane.

A: Y/n are you in love with Sans?

You blush and they wait for your answer.

Y/n: That...that's not really it...I really appreciate Sans actually, he took care of my sister in the underground, I thank him very much for that. And he's really funny and kind. But... but I don't think it's love...

The girls look at you with a look that shows that they are not really convinced by your words. You blush even more. Sans, on his side, said that at first he was suspicious of you but that over time he realized that you were really empathetic and caring. Your friends look at him in a way that suggests there's more to them than that.

Then the students meet in the hall. Your head teacher explains that with the fatigue of the plane you have free space until 4 p.m. in the house, you will then meet again to discover the schedule for the week. Your group of friends first visits the indoor garden. With Yui, you take the opportunity to take out your sketchbooks under the watchful eye of Sans, Grilby and Aoi. But you quickly get called by Haru who find a ping-pong table with the others. The young people take turns until you are asked to play against Sans. You hesitate because you are not really strong but you are encouraged and end up giving in. Sans throws the ball too quickly which surprises you, the others tell him to go less hard and he apologizes. It's your turn to shoot but you do it so badly that everyone laughs.

S: He he! Sorry Y/n but this is so funny. You looked so determined and the ball just...He he I can't take it anymore...

You're happy to hear Sans laugh. Haru then decides to come play with you to teach you but it ends in a fight to the death against her and Sans. In the end it's Harper who will come to teach you how to play, which makes Sans a little jealous.

[briamichellewrites]

3

Mike wished he could have met Jean. From what Bria said about him, he sounded like a great guy. He raised his daughter while grieving the death of his wife. It had to be hard and he imagined he did the best he could. Despite being spoiled, he did a great job teaching her how to be empathetic. He saw a picture of him and her mother smiling while holding a newborn Bria. Her mother was beautiful and she looked like Bria. She could be mistaken for a fashion model.

There was writing on the back, so he flipped the picture over. Jean and Marie with newborn Jean-Marie, 1981. He asked her about the name. She explained that was going to be her name before they decided on Bria. Why did they change it? She couldn’t remember why but she would have been happy with Jean-Marie because it would have honored both of her parents.

“How do you pronounce Jean in French?”

“It’s like the English name, John but with a zh. Zhon.”

He thought that was interesting. Her father was constantly called the English name. He got used to correcting people. That was probably why they decided to give her a simpler name. That made sense. Yeah, he wished he could have met him. What would he do without his parents? He would be tasked with taking care of his little brother because that’s what families do in Japan.

They took care of each other. The elderly lived with their children, their spouses, and their children. He did meet her assistant, Linda. She was an older woman who had worked for her father for several years. It was a job she didn’t mind doing because it paid well. She also thought of Bria as her daughter because she had been able to see her grow up. Linda was surprised to hear that she had done laundry with help from Mike. She was so proud of her!

She heard about the almost disaster he had walked into. He had to stop her before she ruined her very expensive clothes. Good for him! Bria was going on a week-long trip to her father’s vacation apartment in Cannes, so Linda arranged everything for her. The apartment was cleaned and ready for her.

“Thank you! This is why we love you, Linda!”

Mike laughed at how excited she was. She was very welcome. Someday, she would take him there. He would enjoy that. Was Cannes where they had the film festival? Yes! It was held every May. The town was very busy during that time. Cannes was also a fishing town with amazing seafood restaurants and shops. They went up to the room with her handbags and shoes, where she gifted Linda a brand-new Kate Spade handbag.

Linda was used to getting gifts from her and her father. One year, he gave her an all-expenses paid trip for her family to Italy for ten days. Money was nothing to them. Still, she was grateful for everything. She thanked her with a hug. You are very welcome! Mike guessed that the handbag likely cost hundreds if not thousands of dollars.

Later, he was given a bottle of Vosne-Romanée Premier Cru Les Brûlées 1998, which cost four thousand euros. It was for him and Joe to share while doing homework. Linda quietly told him if he looked up the price, not to mention it. He wouldn’t say anything. While talking about her vacation to Cannes, he learned that she liked packing her own suitcase because she had a certain way of doing it. That was her only rule. Linda never had a problem with that.

The only thing she did was make sure she had everything she needed, including her medication for her ADHD, passport, and other important documents. Even though she was taking a private plane, she still needed a ticket and passport. A driver would be there to pick her up at the airport and take her to the vacation home. She had a car she used while in Cannes.

Whatever she bought would be shipped back to her house. The packages would be waiting for her when she got back. He wished traveling was that easy. Someday, she would take him with her. He would enjoy that. Since she was leaving the following morning, she made sure she had everything ready by the door because she had a tendency to be distracted and scatterbrained. It was a symptom of her disorder. It drove her father crazy because he liked everything to be organized and on time.

He didn’t like having to wait for her because she forgot something. When he got back to his apartment, he and Joe tried the wine. It was so good! It tasted like berries and spices. How much was it? He had no idea, though he guessed it was thousands of dollars.

They took the bottle with them down to the computer lab and went to Google. He laughed in shock when they saw the price. Oh my god! To her, that was nothing. To them, it was everything! They brought the bottle back with them to their apartment. Since it was so expensive, they were going to save it for as long as possible. He had been on airplanes many times but never a private one.

He thought about how wonderful it would be to have a ton of legroom and not fight with the person beside him for the armrest. That was usually his little brother. Their father warned them about fighting. Sometimes they had to switch seats with either of their parents. Having a little brother was not always fun growing up. He and Jason could laugh at how much they used to fight. Mike got into the most trouble because he was the oldest. He should know better.

They did have moments when they did get along and played together. When he moved out and went to college, he realized how much he missed his brother. He wouldn’t trade him for anything and he would go to war for him. If anyone hurt him, he would do whatever he could to get justice for him.

Bria went through security and customs before getting on board her plane. It had a private bathroom, first-class dining, a private bedroom, personalized service, and a television with a VHS player. She picked what she wanted for the meal that would be served to her during the flight, along with the movies she wanted to have available for her to choose from. It was like having a five-star hotel in the sky. The seats even reclined, so she could fall asleep while watching a movie.

Wherever she went, she treated everyone equally. When she made a request, she always said please and thank you. She also tipped generously, even if it wasn’t expected. Waitstaff, doormen, drivers, or whoever served or helped her each get a tip. After getting comfortable, she ordered her meal to be delivered to her once they were at cruising altitude.

After eating, she would likely watch one of her movies. She liked to nap because it made the time go by faster. The plane had pajamas, an eye mask, and fresh earplugs for her to use. For her drink, she ordered a Diet Coke. Thank you. The crew was getting ready to take off, so she sat back and looked out the window. It would take twelve and a half hours before they got to Cannes.

It would take ten minutes of driving before getting to her destination. She couldn’t wait to be back in France. It was her second home. Was she nervous about flying? Yes, she was. After Jean’s death, she and her nanny met with a trained flight instructor. He let her express her concerns about crashing.

He showed them how everything worked on a plane and the safety precautions they took. That made her feel a lot better and less anxious. Plane crashes were rare. They were mostly caused by mechanical problems that were overlooked during inspections. With every accident, planes became safer and safer because they always fixed whatever caused the crash. While she waited, she replied to Linda confirming she was at the airport.

Yes, I just boarded. I’ll let you know when I get to the apartment. Take the week off and spend it with your family. I’ll see you when I get back. - Bria

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[ananicoleta]

I love Hook as well in these shots. But I also love Smee! Especially in the third and fourth GIF.

In the third one the pirates have come to capture Jane (who they mistake for Wendy). Smee is holding the sack, ready to execute the orders and he does, but look at his face! He obviously feels bad! Like, he's so precious, I love him!🥺

And the fourth GIF is my favorite shot of Smee. Both him and Hook think that Peter Pan is dead for good and what does Smee do? He cries while holding his hat in his hands. I know it was probably for comedic effect but it still says a lot about his character.

First, it shows that he has respect for the dead. Removing your hat from your head when someone dies or is dead is a respectful gesture and Smee does it every time. I think, out of all the pirates, he has the most respect for life, even for enemies', even for the smallest insect. He doesn't squash it in his palms, he lives and let's others live and cherishes even the seemingly most unimportant things in life. He's optimistic and jolly, literally the opposite of Hook. Part of me thinks that one of the many reasons why Hook keeps Smee around so much, despite his complet incompetence, is because he needs someone in his miserable life to offer him a glimmer of hope when he doesn't have any, tgough he wpuld never admit it. Perhaps Hook also secretly admires Smee's gratitude for being alive and the fact that he values not only his existence but the existemce of other as well, since the captain has long lost this ability. Hook is at a point of despair where he doesn't care for other people's lives, sometimes even for his own, he despises the concept of life itself, he squashes it whenever he has the chance, his goal is literally to kill a child. Perhaps he sees in Smee a glimpse of the humanity he once had but now lost. Maybe he subconciously wants to regain it, but he is too damaged to do it at the moment, even if he truly wanted to. So, Smee remains the only thing in his life that sometimes reminds him of the beauty of life and of the humanity he is now devoid of.

Second, Smee is crying in that GIF. Which, again, emphasizes his empathetic and sensitive nature. Killing Peter Pan has been his captain's goal for God knows how long and he has aided Hook in the pursue of this goal, not because he is in any way emotionally or personally involved in their feud, but because he just wants to see Hook happy. He cares for Hook and wants to help him however he can. Soemtimes he tries to get him to change his ways because Smee knows nothing that Hook does is healthy. But at the same time he knows he can't tell Hook what to do and that it's not his battle to fight. Hook has to do those things in his own, has to fight some demons alone and, even if Smee doesn't agree with the captains violent ways to deal with his provlems, he will not actively try to stop him but instead he will try and help himself. This is why he then starts laughing when he sees Hook so happy to finally get rid of Peter Pan. He might feel sorry for the boy, but at the same time his capatain's joy makes him smile as well. Perhaps he also hopes that, as gruesome as it sounds, now that Peter is out of the way, Hook will finally be able to feel free and try and find himself and his happiness again. Maybe find another less toxic and more healthy goal to pursue in life. In that scene, Smee is a whole mix of emotions.

Also, maybe Smee also feels sympathy for Peter since he knows he is just a boy. I feel like Smee is the only one on that ship, heck, on that island, that sees Peter for what he truly is: a child. Not an devilish monster, like Hook sees him. Not a brave leader that can do no wrong, like the Lost Boys see him. Not a perfect hero with no flaws like Tinker Bell and the Mermaids see him. Just a child. Sure, an annoying, unmannered, sassy child but a child nevertheless. Smee is the kind of character that knows more than he shows and he is, in my opinion, quite possibly one of the wisest characters in the franchise. He sees everyone as they are, both their flaws and their qualities and able to recongnize that none of the sides involved are 100% in the right or 100% in the wrong. Despite being on Hook's side, he can be one of the more neutral characters and one with the strongest moral codes among them.

In conclusion we stan Mr. Smee✋️💅✨️🩷

Return to Neverland - My Favourite Captain Hook moments

[rebelthree]

@thenightmareofyourdrems​​ continued from x

how did you come back. he questions her and she has force a breath out of her lungs because it catches within her. she breathes in, holds it for a few beats, releases it slowly, holds her breath, repeats. she doesn’t answer him right away, just focuses on her breathing, on staying calm. and grounding herself in reality. she was in her room. in her house. and jack was there, he was hugging her back. she could feel him there, feel him trying to sooth her by rubbing her back. this was real. this wasn’t a distortion. “you’re going to--” she lets out a soft laugh over his shoulder, such a simple action. it doesn’t take away from the weight of everything upon her, from the anxiousness that is still within every fiber of her being but for just a moment a flicker of light breaks through the darkness. it shouldn’t be amusing, yet it’s the sheer absurdity of the statement that really does it. jack was a human with no powers other than his apparent ability to be empathetic with her. what was he going to do against a demon? and yet, the sentiment is still appreciated. “jack a demon would kill you. i don’t want you within a mile of a demon.” her voice is steadier now, less pauses. there’s a kind of strength returning to her even if her body still shakes. 

she pulls back then, not entirely, but enough to look at him, hands cautiously moving down his arms to find his again as if she’s hesitant in the action. they’ve never been this close before and it should feel strange but it doesn’t. then again, considering her present emotional state, she’s not sure she can truly ponder what is weird and what isn’t at the moment. she takes a breath in and then out, hands tightening upon his own. this is the hard part, isn’t it? any form of amusement she had now flowing out of her. “-- it wasn’t me that came back. it was.. but it wasn’t. i couldn’t stop-- i couldn’t fight anymore. i was so tired. i tried to fight. but--” she starts holding her breath again without realizing it, a kind of fear rising back through her. she lets herself lean forward, not quite into his chest but somewhat awkwardly into his lap as if she’s almost trying to curl into herself but his closeness prevents her from being able to do it. it should be more awkward than it is, but she’s too lost in her emotions to care. 

“every happy memory i had. every good feeling, every good sensation i had ever experienced was warped into something dark and twisted and horrific when i was in that place. they told me i was gone for six months but.. but i--i lived in hellscape for three years. where everything light was dark, where only.. only terror and pain could thrive. where it could come together with-- one goal. to tear into me. to unmake me. to crush my will. to break me into pieces that it could manipulate. that would let it crawl into me and use me to wreak havoc.” she doesn’t intend to say as much as she does but once she starts talking it all spills out. and yet, there is so much she is not saying for how do you even quantify such a horror show? perhaps it surpassed what most human minds could truly comprehend. how she still had any sanity left was a wonder. it was the saving grace of her father’s love for her. she still holds so much back. 

“when it finally happened, he-- it, whatever you want to call him took root, it took control of me and when i came back it made me kill. oh god, i killed agents i’ve known my whole life. people that held me as a baby. i almost-- if my father hadn’t found a way to break through, to use our psychic link to bring me out for even a moment..” she begins to sit up again, slightly, though she’s not looking at him, her breathing is labored, hair falls into her face as tears fall again. makes her hair cling to her cheeks. she’s pulled her hands away from him so that they shake in front of her, she’s staring at them as if they drip with it. “--they were able to expel it from me but blood.. it’s on my hands.”

[robobarbie]

for the next angst hour: it seems like the LIs all had less than great childhoods. how does that still affect them? does toasty feel like he's unwanted due to his parents kind of ignoring him? does nightowl overdo the niceness to keep people from getting upset? how about xyx and quest?

I think I've probably talked for eons about how their parents affected them, but let's have a little recap for the newbies

GATHER ROUND THE BONFIRE

Nightowls mother was verbally and physically abusive. His father stood by and just let it happen. His mother also had high expectations for his success and told him he was an embarrassment every time he went against her wishes. The only reason he was able to afford the grad school he wanted was on a scholarship -- which is about to run out. So, nightowl was affected by all of that by struggling with being seen for who he was, since he often had to just take the hits or the criticism and keep smiling or laughing. Being seen as a joke though really bothers him since it hits a little too close to how his mom saw him in his mind. He's probably the best of the four at sensing peoples' feelings because he had to always be on guard for shifts in his mom's behavior. This all made him highly empathetic towards people, but, again, makes him easy to manipulate since he has a hard time going against anyones wishes for fear of disappointing them. He doesnt deal with it well and will have angry and confusing outbursts when he can't take it anymore.

Toasty's parents ignored him his whole life. He never wanted for everything, went to the nicest private schools, all that -- but they were never there. Because of this, he's sort of accepted a loner lifestyle and has internalized that he is inherently a burden for asking for things. He's matured past most of those emotions by where he is in the game, but sometimes he has moments where he's just surprised that people care about him as much as they do. He's also not great at displaying affection, probably due to his lack of receiving affection his whole life. But it's something that he is very emotional and happy about receiving -- that's sort of why he has those dual love languages. He enjoys spoiling his partner with gifts (mayyyyybe because he ingrained it into his mind that his parents had to care because they got him everything he wanted) but he really loves being touched by them in return and physically feeling loved.

Quest. LMFAO. Well. Quest similarly had no real relationship with his parents, so most of his issues don't directly come from that. However, he was abandoned by both his mother and father (albeit at different points in his life) and that gave him the mindset that he can't rely on anyone but himself. Everyone walks away from him -- and he can't blame them either. The life they were in was violent and scary. So, now, he has a difficult time letting people in because he's afraid they will run when they learn anything about him. He's supported himself alone for years in the worst moments, so he doesn't have a habit of going to anyone else for help even when he desperately needs it. He cant let them help him -- its too risky. He has to handle this pain himself. He'll be fine. He always pulls through.

Xyx had the best relationship out of everyone with his parents. They supported his dreams, encouraged his adventurous nature, all that. They of course had some differences, but nothing that wasn't resolved with an open conversation and some love. Most of xyx's issues came from his past relationship or his friends getting standoffish with him whenever he tried to confide in them. He was supposed to be the easygoing funny guy, not the one making their heads hurt.