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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You've had a crush on your best friend for years, but you're slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: please enjoy the first chapter!

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“No, no, not the pink, red,” you cup your hand over your ear pod, “exactly what it says on the order sheet.” 

Were anyone to see you, sitting in the dirt, with a brush in hand, all alone, they might think you’re a bit out there. You, talking to the air, dusting off a clump of soil, orchestrating your own voice with the bristles. You dip your head as you focus on what the voice in your ear is saying. 

“I’m not trying to be difficult,” you argue, “I put in the order weeks ago. A red bow. I have the receipt– I mean sure, pink or red doesn’t matter to me but it’s not my birthday.” 

“We’ll see what we can do,” the woman relents. It’s not exactly a triumph but as close to as you can hope. If it’s pink, you’ll just have to take the fall. The damn fondant will be devoured by the night’s end anyhow. 

You hang up with a double tap on the ear pod and your playlist resumes. You go back to trying to uncover the shape caked in layers of muck, turning the brush to chip away the rougher bits with the pointed tip. The work is tedious but it has to be. You can’t risk damaging the relic nestled inside. 

The abrupt chiming of your ringtone once more sounds through the bluetooth earpiece. You huff and hit the pod with the heel of your hand. You greet the call with only your name. 

“Are you still on site?” Your boss, Arturo asks. 

“Yep, still here,” you still your hand and twist your arm, pulling back the end of your glove to see your watch, “just a bit longer. You know I have that thing tonight.” 

“Uh, yes, I recall,” he says dully as you hear paper shuffling, “you got time to chat?” 

“Sure,” you keep the cluster of dirt and the brush in one hand and use your other to push yourself to your feet, “I just gotta catalogue this before I finish the day.” 

“Well, I have good news and bad news,” he begins as you carefully walk between the cordoned off patches. The whole place is a maze of where and where not to step. You go into the tent and put down the half uncovered idol. It’s brittle, made of hide and yew, with a bit of bone. “Lucia is pregnant.” 

“Oh? That’s great,” you furrow your brow, wondering what that has to do with you. 

“Means she can’t travel for a while. She’s adverse to long term commitments at the moment so…” 

“So…” you trail off as you label the mound of dirt and make notes for the next day. 

“So, you want her assignment?” 

“Which one?” You peel off your gloves and shake off the excess filth. 

“Norway. It can be a bit dingy but the landscape is nice.” 

“Norway? For how long?” You close up the ledger and tuck it away on the shelf. You pass between the tables of artifacts as you pull out your phone. 

“Could be a while but I figured you never get to go very far. You’ve been pent up in-state for so long, you could use the vacation.” 

“Oh? Well, I…” you scroll through your phone and see the notifications. Emails confirming delivery, messages asking if everything is sorted. “I’d have to think about it…” 

It’s evasion more than indecision. You know you don’t want to go. You can’t go. Your whole life is here. You have an apartment and friends and… Steve. Your best friend.  

“Make sure you do think about it. It’s a great opportunity. Especially for a junior anthropologist. Lucia won’t be on leave forever.” 

“I know. I’ll think about it.” 

You hang up and pluck the earbud out. Ugh, you’re covered in dirt and dust. You don’t have time to go home and shower. You knew you wouldn’t. You have to be at the venue before everyone else. You can change there and try to wash up in the sink. Whatever, no one’s going to be looking at you anyway. It’s Peggy’s night. Yay. 

You lock the fence and tug one last time to make sure it’s secure. You drag your boots across the thinning grass to your car parked on a stretch of gravel. You drop inside and hit start. You connect to the bluetooth and get some tunes going. You buckle your seat belt as you check the mirrors. You’re probably going to have to speed there. 

You back out as the music blares from the speakers. It’s not loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Why did you agree to this? Peggy doesn’t even like you. Oh, but she likes Steve. She is his girlfriend and you are only his best friend. You’re supportive. You keep your mouth shut and smile. 

Ugh. You squeeze the wheel until your knuckles hurt. You know why you offered to help plan the surprise. You’re pathetic but you’re not delusional. It meant you got more time with him. There hasn’t been much of that since Peggy came along, not just the two of you. 

Classic, isn’t it? In love with your best friend. Friends since college. Friends forever, you vowed naively, thinking that forever would never come. Nothing lasts that long, you can only hope to outlast Peggy. 

And if you don’t, maybe this crush will finally run its course. 

💟

Red and white streamers decorate a long table set with trays. There’s a banner over it that reads ‘Happy Birthday, Peggy’, and a stack of gifts already forming in the corner. Guests drift in with anticipation as you hurry around to check off all the items on your list. 

You fix a small vase of flowers, trying to hide the droopy one in the back, and tug a wrinkle out of a tablecloth. You smile and wave at those who are early as you weave between them. You pull out your phone and lean it on the clipboard angle in the crook of your elbow. They’re on their way, okay. Keep it cool. 

As you come to the kitchen door, you nearly collide with someone else. Sam touches your arm gently as he keeps you from tripping backward. You gasp and hug the clipboard with a wobbly grin. 

“Hey,” you greet breathily, “you’re here.” 

You look down at the guest list and check him off. 

“Ah, figured I’d make an appearance,” he kids, “Rogers would take it pretty rough if his best pal wasn’t here.” 

“Please, don’t start that with Bucky again,” you warn as you point the pen in his direction, “the two of you, in fact, are seated separately.” 

“No fun!” He whines dramatically. 

You scrunch your lips at him and peer around. Yes, none of this has been fun. Caterers, servers, tables, space, food! Yes, you were going to check on the cake. Your sole squeaks as you twist sharply and go to slam your hand into the door. 

“Hey,” Sam blocks your way with his arm, “before you disappear, you’re still wearing your boots.” He points to your feet, “in case you’re wondering about the snail trail.” 

He sweeps his finger up in a gesture alluding to your previous path. You glance over at the dirt littered in your stead then down at your dusty boots. You sigh and hang your head back. 

“Fuck!” You snarl. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a broom,” he assures you, “while you take a breath. You need it.” 

“I can’t, Sam, they’re already on their way. I still have to get everyone in their place and… quiet,” you scowl, “ugh, this is gonna be so bad. I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“So… why’d you do it?” He asks as he drags his hand away from the doorframe. You look at him and blink slowly. You shrug. 

“I’m a good friend,” you insist. 

He gives a skeptical hum and nods, “sure are,” he grumbles, “too good, if you ask me.” 

You throw up your hand before turning into the kitchen. You don’t have time to worry about him. Is he jealous that you’re helping Steve so much? Or does he know something else? You don’t let the seed sprout as you nearly cry out at the sight of the cake. 

A pink bow. Jeez. Of course. You check the cake off your list, nearly tearing through the paper. It’s better than nothing, even if Peggy never settles for less than the best. 

There’s no time to complain or send it back. Your phone vibrates again. Five minutes. Your heart is racing. Why? This isn’t even your party. You just want it to be perfect for Steve. You hate to disappoint him. Ever. 

You really shouldn’t care that much but you do. Like so many other things in your life. 

💟

The crowd can't keep quiet. There's a low buzz that ripples through the guests. A wave of anticipation that's spread like a deadly virus. 

You feel a nudge in your side and peek over as Bucky sends Sam a sneer and wriggles in place. Those two never let up. You hiss at them to quit and they look as guilty as a pair of unruly children. 

"He keeps tickling me," Bucky whispers. 

"No, I'm tryna fix his hair, look at this mess," Sam flicks a strand away from Bucky's cheek, "this is a nice event, Buck, not your living room." 

"Both of you," you warn.  

"You're bitching at me when Indiana Jones here brought the dig with her," Bucky mutters. 

You look down. Dammit. You still didn't change out of your boots. You roll your eyes. It's not about you. It's Steve's night. Er, Peggy's.  

You shake out your nerves and shake your head, "you two," you step behind Bucky and insert yourself between the men, "behave." 

"Yes, mom," Sam snickers as Bucky groans and tries to smooth the few shanks that have slipped free of his low ponytail. 

You exhale and give an exasperated look to the door. You really can't handle them on top of everything else. You just want this night to end already. All your hard work and you won't even get to enjoy any of it. 

"Everybody," Natasha hisses as she runs away from the doorway, "they're coming." 

The group quiets, as much as they can, a collective bated breath as you wait and listen. The lull is unbearable as the heat of the bodies around you pricks sweat down your neck and across your scalp. The door begins to open, almost as if in slow motion, and as the guest of honour is revealed, you cry out. 

"SURPRISE!" The eruption of the chorus has your head spinning as Peggy gives a melodramatic swoon, grabbing at Steve's arm as she leans on him heavily. 

She parts only to fan her eyes and squeal. "Oh my god, you guys!"  

She teeters on her heels as people holler happy birthday and her group of girlfriends flutter over to wrap her up in a cacophony of giggles and preening. You smile, a bittersweet twitch in your cheek as you watch her spin back to Steve and pull him into a kiss.  

You're happy for them really, proud to see all your effort come to fruition, but you just feel so hollow. For an instant, you think it should be you right there, gushing in glee over the celebration of another year, with Steve beside you.  

You gulp down the jealousy and wiggle your nose to ward away the tears. That's a stupid thought. If it hasn't happened in more than a decade, it's not going to happen now. 

💟

As the guests disperse into their own conversations, you finally manage to wade through to the happy couple. You approach with a small wave at Steve. He doesn't see you, he's watching Peggy as she chats with Natasha. 

"Hi," you call above the din, "so, you like it?" 

Steve turns to you, confusion stitching his forehead before he registers your questions. He nods and gives a smile, "it's amazing, you did so good!" 

The sparkle in his eyes, the perfect line of his jaw, the way he's looking at you, it makes your heart rend. You tilt your head and dig your toe into the floor bashfully, "thanks. I'm so happy to see it come together." 

"Um, the cake," he brings his index finger up, "I was hoping to bring it out soon." 

"Er, yeah, it's back in the kitchen. About that–" 

"Great," he claps your shoulder and brushes by you, "just gonna put the finishing touches on it." 

"Hm, what do you–" 

He's gone before you can finish your question. You deflate just a little, setting your feet flat as you sway aimlessly. The motion hooks Peggy's attention. You give a sheepish smile as you wring your hands. 

"Oh, uh, just came over to wish you a happy birthday," you chirp, "are you enjoying it?" 

"Ah, I didn't see you here, I thought maybe you were busy…" she gives a pointed look to your boots, "working." 

"Um, yeah, no," you fidget, "always happy to come support you two." 

"Where is Steve?" She gazes past you, shouldering by dismissively, "he was just…." 

Right. You nod and flit away in embarrassment. You can't say you ever got along with Peggy. Where you're accommodating, she's a bit too demanding. Different people, but you don't dislike her. You just don't mesh. Or perhaps it's just that you don't get what Steve sees in her. Especially when you're right there. 

Enough. This isn't about you or your stupid dumb heart. Just smile and go with it. 

The kitchen door swings open, a noise barely discernible above the hue, and the rattling wheels of a cart underline the steady drone. A lull washes over the crowd as they part. You move with the tide and face the sudden divide. 

A hush falls over the room as Steve pushes the cake across the floor. He stops before Peggy as she faces him, another feigned pout of surprise. He grins proudly at her as you stare curiously at the top of the cake. 

"Oh, pink?" She comments on the fondant bow as her eyes flick over to you. She quickly corrects herself an admires the double tiered dessert, "Steve, it's so pretty." 

You know she hates the colour. You recall the one time you wore a pink bow in your hair and she made a similar comment. Cute, she remarked in her roundabout way in her oh so sophisticated accent. 

You manufacture a smile and step closer as Steve beckons to the guest. Tension stills the air, almost paralyzing the crowd. You squint at the heart shaped box perched atop the bow. 

"Is this for me?" Peggy asks if it's not obvious. 

Steve nods, his cheeks tinting pink, as you notice how he wipes his palms on his pants. Peggy delicately takes the box from the pedestal of fondant and your ribs ache from the pounding of your heart. You curl your fingers until your nails dig into your skin as you watch him kneel beside her. 

She doesn't notice as she opens the box on its hinges. Her lips part and she stares at the contents. She looks over at Steve to find him on his knee and she claps her hand over her mouth. Her eyes gleam as she whimpers his name through her fingers. 

The scene hazes behind your tears as you stare wide eyed. Your ears ring as Steve's voice is dulled by your shock. 

"Margaret Elizabeth Carter," Steve's timbre warble just a bit, "will you make me the happiest man on earth?" 

You don't wait for her answer. You already know it. It's the very same you give in every outlandish dream you've ever had of your happy ending. You spin and storm through the crowd, blind with horror and self-pity. 

Surprise! Your whole world is crashing into pieces. 

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Pairing: Marc Spector x Gn!Reader

Warning: Nope just fluff, tinniest bit of angst

Word count: Around 500

A/n: Gawd it broke my heart to even imagine seeing Marc heartbroken

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All Marc wanted to do was welcome her new neighbor and get over with it after Steven insisted, saying to make new 'friends'. But all he could do now was awkwardly stand there and stare at her.

"Hi?" "Hi, sorry. I- I'm Marc. Your new neighbor." He said stammering a bit, trying his best to act normal. Which was considerably hard when you were wearing a pretty short nightgown.

"Oh hi!" you extended your arm, introducing yourself.

When he took your hand in his, it felt as if life was zapped into him. Your hand, soft as silk, fitte- clicked perfectly with his like a puzzle piece. He realized he was still holding her, so he let her hand fall to her side after much consideration.

"Please come in." You stepped aside, now very aware of how messy your apartment is. Boxes upon boxes stuffed aside, dirty dishes in the sink, half-eaten sandwiches on the table. Now regretting not tidying it before you let him in.

"Still busy unpacking?" He said while looking around your place.

"Yeah, sorry it's still a lil' dirty." You said, gesturing to the mess.

"Oh yeah no worries, it can't be as messy as ou- mine. And besides, if you need any help whatsoever, maybe to move something or make you a shelf. I'll be right next door." He said with a sly smirk.

"Oh, you don't-" "Please I insist." He said, in the hope, you'd say yes.

"Ok, all right. Thx." You said smiling up at him.

"No problemo." He wanted to slap himself for saying that. Before he could think any further about how he might've ruined the chances of something being between you and him. You interrupted him.

"What if you're not home? How am I supposed to..." "Oh yeah, here's my number." Both of you exchanged numbers on each other's phones.

"Call me anytime."

"Even when it's not for help?"

"Especially when that." He said, with a slight chuckle. Still a lil' giddy, not believing he has your number in his phone.

"...Well, that's fantastic news. Honestly, started to feel lonely here. You’re the first friend I've made since I moved in here." You spoke.

"I'm glad. No worries, I could use a friend here as well."

Both of you just stood there awkwardly glancing at each other. Until...

*zzzt* *zzzt*

"Your pho-" Yeah, got it."

"Hey, babe- oh yeah. Ye- sure. Ok, love you, bye."

You hung up the phone, looking at Marc with confusion written all up on his face.

"Oh, that was my boyfriend, Nick. He said he wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Work..." You said with a slight disappointment.

His heart sank when he heard you say that. Just when he thought something good was finally about happen to him...

"Boyfriend? Oh...yeah. Work, that sucks."

"...yeah, well, it was really nice meeting you Marc. See you around?"

"Yeah, for sure, see you." Marc left the apartment, heartbroken, not knowing what else to say. Especially now that he has to see her around more often.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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[penebui]

Listen I just found your blog because of thr fucking he has legs post but

Please please I'm begging you tell me everything sbt Senseis brother and the ice floes I need hnk theories to keep me alive

UHEGUHEG hi there friend!! :] I already made a post and reblogged one about him so if you didnt see it heres the posts that go more into depth on him just a teeny bit (1, 2)

With him I can say he'd been planned to be the "final boss" from the beginning (ice floes were the first hostile entity that spoke to the lustrous, the lunarians still were seen as mindless at the time) but he is quite literally teeny tiny right now so unless he can get a long stretch of the arm like Phos used to do he isnt really a threat so right now hes just a funky lil dude who wishes everything with humanity dies (he DID cause meteors to hit earth but that was because he was actively deceiving people who were in control and believed him tho)

HOWEVER I do have more stuff to point out about him, I'll make those posts at some point eventually but that requires me rereading hnk for like, the 50th time and it hurts...every time

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#5

French Onion, Broccoli Cheddar, and Pho soup :)

French Onion - Who is your favorite author(s)?

there's honestly so many so i'm just gonna name a few:

@jackdaw-kraai with his wonderful Guides

@irndad and the tasm!peter fics

@yellow-feathered-faerie who i really must work on that Mandis fic with eventually

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and of course, you

Broccoli Cheddar - What was your inspiration for this wip

this is honestly an odd inspiration but i had an absolutely terrible math teacher last year who used to give the most difficult tests and during winter break, while i was cramming for the 3 tests we had in the three weeks after it, i convinced my mom to rewatch the hobbit with me, and a few days later, at like 1 in the morning, i just started typing up Transported and here we are

Pho - Describe your ideal writing set up

i think i'd have to say like music (probably The Amazing Devil because it makes my brain go brr) playing in the background, my laptop charged and not trying to burst into flames, discord open on the side to share snippets and just talk, and me actually having the time to sit down and write without any interruptions

13 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

Hello! If Lotr/The Hobbit requests are open, I hope it's alright that I request one ;-;

Could you please do something about a Reader who was Merry and Pippin's best friend when they were really little kids but they left Middle Earth somehow. But now that they're adults, she gets back to the Shire and now she's a kickass blacksmith who is still really witty and comforting with them and it's a really sweet and wholesome reunion? You can either do Polyamory or Merry x Reader if that's not your thing. I think Merry would be the most likely to get a crush on a human blacksmith reader with big muscles because he strikes me as the kinda guy who'd like Tomboys

I also have this hilarious idea of, since the Reader is human, Pippin finds out that she became an adult at 18 and he's so jealous because she's officially an adult and he's not lmao. Thanks so so much, I hope you're doing well hun! Keep being awesome!!

okay i finally finished it! this may have taken a slightly different route than you were expecting but i hope you like it regardless!

As I looked upon them for the first time in what seemed like a decade, our time spent together in my childhood and their tweens came rushing back, almost flashing before my eyes. The summers spent stealing from Old Farmer Maggot and hanging out at various hobbit parties that I clearly wasn’t invited to were reminiscent of a much different time.

It had been prior to I had been apprenticed to the only blacksmith near Hobbiton and Merry was forced off to visit some relatives or another for months on end, leaving us with no time to see each other, let alone act upon the last things that we said to each other. Although it sometimes seemed like it had been just yesterday when our relationship began to split from the almost something that it had become, but given the new signs of maturity on his face and the burn scars on my hands, it was clear it had been far longer than either of us expected.

Pippin stood next to his cousin, looking between the two of us as we refused to say anything while we took in the differences in each other’s appearance. I had certainly changed far more than Merry, given the fact that blacksmithing required a lot of strength, far more than I had had last time I had seen either of them. The buff female blacksmith had very little similarities to the teenage girl that had never worked a day in her life.

I suppose if I had known how much muscle I would have to build up to truly become good at making even the simple things that hobbits nearby required, I would have thought twice before deciding on this. But now wasn’t the time to rethink the decisions that I had made for my life. Now, I needed to figure out how to begin a conversation with a figure from my not too distant past.

“So,” I said, not entirely thinking through the rest of my sentence just yet. “Have fun with the Tooks?” Oh fuck that was terrible. I was a fool and I would never speak again.

“Yes.” Thank the Valar, he was just as awkward as I was. “And how is your apprenticeship going?”

I could almost see the wince as he finished speaking. We had to break this ridiculous tension somehow. There had to be some way to talk beyond just standing here awkwardly as Pippin looked on. “I kinda finished that a couple summers ago. My master passed on the shop to me once I was done and left to apparently go adventuring. Imagine a 60 year old man going across Arda in search of adventure. Although I suppose with Bilbo, you don’t really have to.”

He seemed more at ease with this topic, immediately replying, “I’m not convinced he truly went. The Mad Baggins was apparently quite tame before he left the Shire.”

“I don’t believe that. That pipeweed smoking hobbit would have jumped at the chance to do it. Although his stories did speak of some hesitation.”

“A Took could never pass up the chance,” interjected Pippin. “I guarantee that any one of our cousins would enjoy it.”

“But Bilbo isn’t a Took. He’s a Baggins. Baggins never do things like that,” stated Merry.

“I thought he was half Took. So there would have been an equal chance of doing it.” I took a breath before saying, “Either way, I assume you didn’t come here to discuss whether or not BIlbo actually bested Smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities. What did you need?”

The sudden change in topic seemed to lower the energy in the room, but I could see Lobelia Sackville Baggins coming closer so I needed it to look like I was running a “proper establishment” before she decided to enter. This decision wasn’t driven by a sense of urgency, but rather an urge to escape a lecture before she hands me her frying pan to be fixed again after banging on Bilbo’s door again for an hour.

Pippin started, “Oh! I believe that—”

“Frodo asked us to stop by to inquire after a frying pan that was sent to be mended a few days ago. Would you perhaps have it currently ready?” That was oddly stiff in its phrasing. Did he think I was trying to get him out of the shop? Or did he know that Lobelia, the bane of my existence, was approaching?

“I think it’s back here somewhere. Although I think I need another day to fully work on it.” Okay, this was my chance. I could ask. After years of not seeing him, we could finally have a chance at what we had both wanted. “I needed to take a couple days off for my birthday a week ago and the new responsibilities that have been dumped on me have been ridiculous. They don’t tell you that when you legally become an adult, but anyways, I could meet up with you sometime tomorrow to drop it off. If you wanted to do so of course.”

“Sure, but—”

“You’re an adult?” Pippin asked. “But I’m older than you and I’m still a tween.”

“You’d hate being an adult. You have to do taxes and stuff and you can’t just spend the entire day hanging out with friends.”

“Yes, but it’s about the principle of the matter. I am 5 years older than you and yet I’m not even of age.”

“That’s your loss for being born a hobbit. I however can do adult things and buy a pint without my cousin chaperoning me.”

“Regardless,” Merry interjected. “I believe that I shall be free at around noon tomorrow, so would you like to meet under the party tree?”

“Uh, yes of course. I’ll have it done by tomorrow. As long as Lobelia doesn’t have anything new to bring me.”

“Good then. Well I suppose we shall continue this fruitful discussion tomorrow.” At Pippin’s newly open mouth, he continued, “Alone.”

“Yes. Now shoo. She’s coming in and I don’t want to have to pretend like I’m just a blacksmith in front of you too.”

“We will be back!”

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21 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

i fucking watched the new doctor strange movie and i'm so close to just rambling about the bits of marvel that i hate and the reasons why

24 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#2

Can I get “that dance, that they did today? it kinda reminded me of when we…” with a pairing of you choice 🥺?

Also makes sure to eat and drink water 🔫

okay so this ended up being a tasm!peter parker x gn!reader fic because i had an Idea so here. also it's kinda implied desi!reader, but it can really be read any way.

also you better do the same 🔫

the link to the dance which i mention is here

Finals were over. My bed was calling my name as I walked back from the horrid chem exam that had caused far too many all-nighteres in an attempt to memorize all of the ions and their charges as well as the formulas that we had learnt only a couple weeks ago.

But now, I could sleep for as long as I wanted until I had to start packing everything. Which was not until tomorrow because the dorms were supposed to be cleared out by next Friday. That left at least 18 hours that I could use to conk out if I wanted to wake up by about 9am tomorrow.

Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunately, my plan was thrown away as soon as I saw Peter sitting on the stairs in front of the building, playing on his phone. “Did your ethics final finish up early? I thought you were supposed to be out by 4 at the earliest.”

“Kenobi cancelled it. Something about his nephew getting sick.”

“Well that leaves plenty of time for our must watch movie marathon we had planned a couple weeks ago.”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be during packing? So then if it gets far too cheesy, we could distract ourselves with loading up some of the boxes?”

“Yes, but I found out one of the ones I used to watch with my friends recently came back onto Netflix. And because I couldn’t find it literally anywhere else without having to pay an extravagant amount of money for one movie, we’re going to enjoy the experience of this movie without the need for literally anything else. Other than snacks.”

“Of course we would have snacks. Why was that ever in question?”

“With your appetite, it never should be.”

“Hey, you know that’s because of the spider bite.”

“Like you didn’t come over to my house and eat half of my snacks alongside your own when we were in middle school.”

“Well, sixth period P.E. for all three years causes a person to get a bit hungry after school.”

“And that doesn’t explain the time that we went to Build-A-Bear and you told me you wanted to eat a bear.”

“That was something I told you in confidence and something that I didn’t expect you to almost yell in front of your dorm.”

“Everyone deserves to know that you looked at a Gollum plushie and went, ‘That looks like it would be a good snack.’” “Were you like this before your chem final?” he asked. “Because I could have sworn the person I fell asleep next to was not out to kill me.”

“I was a different person then,” I stated while leading him into the building. “I cannot be expected to treat someone who decided to sit out here in 90 degree heat for 3 hours while I took my final nicely.”

He gasped dramatically, playing it up despite the fact that some of my neighbors were coming out to see what havoc we were causing today. “I have helped you study for countless tests and quizzes and even stayed up with you until 4am last night and this is how I am thanked? I shudder to call myself your boyfriend with such poor treatment.”

The Bridgerton marathon shortly before finals kicked into full swing seemed to have done something to him. But honestly, as long as we didn’t get another complaint regarding our arguments prior to the time that we made it upstairs, it would be fine. “And what do you say to the hours that I spent reviewing vocabulary with you for a final you didn’t even take?”

“I thought I had the final until I went to Kenobi’s room and saw the note posted on his door. And when I went to text you, I saw that your final had already started and decided against trying to distract you.”

“Well you should have distracted me anyways. Why wouldn’t I have wanted a text from you? After all, it wasn’t like that final was particularly important, I would have passed the class either way. Plus, you’re far more important than some stupid chem final that is only vaguely relevant to my degree.”

“I’m sure Windu would agree with that assessment.”

“Windu has a stick up his ass. Which I can finally say in front of other people because I’m finally out of that fucking class.” It still hadn’t entirely hit me that the school year was finally over, but the fact that I could hang out with Peter without needing to study or work on a project was beginning to cement it.

“True. I’m not looking forward to when I have to take him next year for organic.” He took a second before continuing, “Are we ever going to unlock your door or are you planning on watching it out here?”

“Right, that. I barely even noticed that we were here.” Which was surprising, however, this could easily be blamed on the sleep deprivation and the Peter’s distracting presence.

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27 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so why is my heart broke?

tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings: angst, cursing (as always), and i think that's it

summary: you almost got hurt because of a fight between Spider-Man and the villain of the week. now Peter's trying to stop it from happening again

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?”

“I can’t keep putting you in danger like this,” Peter said.

“That doesn’t mean you break up with me, you dumbass.” You took a look at his face before continuing. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course, I’m serious. I can’t see you get hurt again and again because I’m Spider-Man.”

“I get hurt once because I was somewhere the fight got to, and somehow this is what it results in? No, Peter, I refuse.”

“You can’t refuse,” he states, albeit with some confusion. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Peter Motherfucker Parker, I refuse to let you break up with me.”

“I refuse to let you refuse to let me break up with you.”

“I wasn’t even involved in the fight before the villain of the week fucking crashed into the cafe I was picking up coffee from. How could this have resulted from you being Spider-Man? If anyone else was fighting them, the same thing would have happened.”

“Everyone who I have loved while being Spider-Man has been hurt by this, and I refuse to let you be a victim of the Parker curse.”

“I will stay right here beside you to show you that there is no such thing. There is simply the fact that I love you Peter Parker, and I will not leave your side.”

“And it is because of that that I can’t let you stay. I can’t see you get hurt.”

“Well this is hurting me. I’m in love with you and you just want me to leave? I can’t Peter. I can’t see you getting banged up on TV and know that I can’t do anything to help. I can’t leave you.”

“But you should.”

“When has that ever decided what I was going to do? What we were going to do? Fuck what I should do,” I exclaimed.

“I can’t lose you. No matter how much this would hurt both of us, it would never compare to the pain of losing you.”

“And the same applies to you. Do you think I would be okay knowing that you had, that you had died out there, fighting an alien or some shit? I can barely handle the idea of breaking up with you and yet you want me to live knowing that you are out there risking your life every day without anyone on your side? No one there to patch you up when you get hurt? No one who knows what you’re going through every time you show up with bruises and cuts?”

“And what would happen to me if you weren’t there because of me? Because I can’t live without knowing that you were safe. No matter how difficult it is to leave you, there’s no option here where you’re safe. There’s never been one as soon as you chose me.”

“And I’m going to keep choosing you. I am always going to choose you, Peter. Despite all the dangers and slightly insane ideas, I love you.”

That seemed to cause the last remaining bits of fight left in him to dissipate. “I love you too. Despite your stubbornness.”

“Hey, I think that it’s warranted right now. You were about to lose the best thing in your life because you got scared of something that wasn’t your fault. Someone had to do something about it,” You retorted.

“I’m glad someone did.”

108 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

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[yogurtlid10000]

okay so you probably shouldn’t respond to this message so you aren’t harassed again but… as a fellow NHK artist I’m getting annoyed with that one person who hunts through the NHK tag and tells everyone to put image descriptions. I just don’t think a blind audience is looking at art blogs? And if it isn’t loading, there’s no reason to like it or reblog if you can’t see it. I understand when it’s things like memes or some videos, but I’m getting annoyed when I only post art and I’m told to cater to people who want nothing to do with my art. Again I don’t want them coming after you again so just sending this to let you know you aren’t alone in this :,)

hi anonymous!!!!! so first of all THANK U!! for telling me this!!! yay! and when u say "NHK" i assume you mean... Houseki No Kuni right? (i call it HNK) but uh yes the person who keeps on commenting on my hnk posts about adding image descriptions is something I have encountered personally! i know that image descriptions are used for blind or visually impaired audiences and a device can read out loud the caption so that people can see it.... Ok so anyway the person kept on asking me in my comments but I did explain to them my own reasons for not putting them! Ill put them here too... (please respect my opinion and yada yada) ok 1) it's my choice and my art, and I don't believe im actively being discriminative by not putting descriptions! I promise you that I am not discriminatory against blind or visually impaired people. 2) I'm not mainstream nor probably have a large blind audience, so I personally don't see the need for me.

I did explain to this to the person, multiple times in the comments of my hnk posts, but they seemed to ignore my reasoning, and continued to ask, so I felt uncomfortable and I decided to block them! Anyway then they used the anonymous question feature here n tumblr to ask me AGAIN why I didn't put descriptions. I had told them before that I wish they could respect my choice and respect that we have different opinions, and to leave me alone. Going as far to use the anonymous question feature after I had blocked them was kinda.... not it for me, so I decided to ignore their question!! Unfortunately soon after they sent another anonymous question saying that if I did not answer why I don't put image descriptions (which I had answered previously in the comments) they would report me!! SO aight that was enough for me, I didn't feel like telling them again when they clearly weren't very reciprocating, i reported them for uhhh harassment, idk if they reported me because I didnt put descriptions, just wish they could have respected my boundaries.

Really appreciate you telling me that I don't have to post this, but I already blocked them, and also thank u again for telling me im not alone in this

hmmm this turned out a lot longer than i intended! Just wanted to clear up my experience with it, that's all :))) hope u have a good day anonymous, ask me if u have any questionnnss yay yay yay

more phos art soon hopefully :33

[kiragecko]

whetstonefires

i wouldn't say i experience constant soup no but it does come up somewhat regularly

storiesintheashes

I see occasional posts about soup, but it’s not a constant thing. It’s more common in fall and winter as well which makes sense to me. I don’t typically see discourse about soup

galaxystew

I typically encounter what I would call a background-radiation-level of soup, which is to say occasional recipes and that meme about reblogging to feed your mutual some nice soup

Based on the feedback I have received, I suspect I get slightly more soup-related posts than average. I follow at least one person who actively chooses to reblog posts with comments about how much they love soup. And several other people who like reblogging polls about mundane aspects of life, like "what's your favourite type of soup?"

As I stated in the original post, I am fine with this. Soup is nice! Pho is my favourite, but consomme broth is SO EASY and SO DELICIOUS, so that's my go-to. (It's garlic, ginger, and chicken broth! Perfection!)

The night I posted this, however, was an outlier. A person I follow was sick, and had been posting about soup all day, including recipes. I reread some of @galaxystew's fic on AO3, where she is galaxysoup, and I always say "galaxysoup-slash-stew" multiple times to myself in a pleased voice when I see her name. Finally, unpretty reblogged a post about soup. It was a lot of soup for one day!

My friends. My friends. I … have a question. It is slightly … delicate.

I. Am wondering. If. If the obsession with soup that … makes up such a large portion of my dash is, well, if it is really a Tumblr-wide phenomenon. Or, well, and I don’t know how to say this in a gentle way … if some of you, my beloved friends, are … a bit weird about soup.

There is just so much. I LIKE soup. But it is not a subject I had expected to talk about daily, really, at any point in my life! How delicious soup is. Soups that are not square. If the liquid of a stew is gravy. There is so much discussion of soup!

I get that Tumblr delights in its idiosyncratic topics. And I had assumed that this was just another of that ilk. But tonight, as I was reading about meager stews that are actually soup, a dreadful concern spread through me. Did I actually know that this was a common Tumblr experience? Was I alone in being inundated with soup discourse? Was it just a confluence of a few soup enjoyers in my circle of acquaintances that had created this state?

Please, I must know! Has your last decade(1) also been filled with soup?

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(1) or however long you’ve been on tumblr?

[vivixrocks2]

I posted 210 times in 2022

That's 154 more posts than 2021!

177 posts created (84%)

33 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@robobarbie

@woolydemon

@bungerc0re

@cynicalmeatbag

I tagged 200 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#houseki no kuni - 58 posts

#land of the lustrous - 58 posts

#hnk - 57 posts

#lotl - 50 posts

#oc - 38 posts

#phosphophyllite - 24 posts

#hnk oc - 23 posts

#phos - 23 posts

#vivianite - 20 posts

#vivianite oc - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 64 characters

#also to read this you must get increasing louder and go up scale

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so I read the lastest chapter today and I want to bring up this post I made before the end of hiatus : https://vivixrocks.tumblr.com/post/673229013554266112/ive-been-having-some-thoughts-of-hnk-lately-and-i

If you haven’t read chapter 96 yet or don’t want spoilers DO NOT READ THIS.

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In my third question I wondered if they are able to recover Lapis and turn them into a Lunarian that they would be able to recover Phos too and create two different Phos’s, one Lunarian and the original on earth.

From what I’m getting from this latest chapter is that IT IS possible. Ghost Quartz says they cannot recover Lapis because they don’t have enough memories from their head.

Phos lost almost all of their body parts EXCEPT for their torso. One of those body parts that were taken and probably crushed and turned into the dust on the moon is Phos’s head.

Do you see where I am going?

They could probably recover a younger Phos before they got Lapis’s head. So basically Post winter Phos as Lunarian (imagine their confusion).

But now I wonder what will happen to Lapis? It’s hard for me to explain what I am thinking but wouldn’t their memories but merged with Phos’s now? Like what I am trying to say is like Is Lapis still alive through Phos? Like a ghost?

If they recover Lapis with their head they took from Phos will they have the memories of everything that Phos did with their head?

Are Phos and Lapis they same being now?

Can there be two Lapis’s like there is two Phos’s? One is before they had their head chopped off and one with memories of Phos.

105 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#4

Tumblr said it was too big of a file. Now you get this in shittier quality

177 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#3

Based off that ace attorney post russewi-blog made

182 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

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195 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Please make me a human Sensei!

An idea for a Phos dress up game with body horror

224 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

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[phosphorescent-naidheachd]

Quarantine Ask Meme

Tagged by @youandthemountains​

1. How has your day been?

Meh. The dubious joys of That Time of the Month aren’t exactly such that I’m singing and dancing in the (proverbial) streets, but at least I don’t have to be at work while it’s going on? I’m deeply grateful that I live close enough to my parents that I was able to spend this time with them instead of alone in my apartment, because I would be going nuts in there, especially since my neighbors all smoke. And while I completely understand why they’re probably doing even more smoking than usual right now, that doesn’t mean my lungs want to be anywhere near it lol.

Other things I’m grateful for include the fact that my younger brother got back from overseas before the borders closed (and is staying with us!), and my family’s current health. *spits over shoulder x 3* 

I’ve desperately needed a bit of down time, so I’m perversely grateful for this time off, even as I feel bad because it’s come at such a terrible cost to so many; I have to remind myself that this would have happened regardless of how I felt or what I wanted, so I might as well get what benefits out of it I can, even as I keep in mind the need to help others. I’m also grateful that the library board pushed through an emergency measure to pay the library’s employees our regular salary through 6 April. (Though not knowing what comes after that makes us all a little anxious.) That said, I hope that most businesses and organizations---the library included---aren’t given leave to reopen starting then, because I think that’s much too soon for where we are in the “wave” of the virus. I remain grateful that our state governor is infinitely more competent than our president (not that that’s terribly difficult lmao), and infuriated/exhausted by the world at large, even it’s heartening to see individuals in the community step up to help out. 

I’m finally trying the Curly Girl Method, and... well, my hair is definitely in the early transitional stages lol. Anyone have any personal tips and/or recommended products for fine, low-porosity, low density hair with a curl pattern that normally contains everything from 2A to 3A? 

I’ve sorted my laundry and I’m currently sipping a cup of hot Yorkshire tea. Later today, I’ll hopefully do my laundry, go for a walk, and sew some facial masks. I should also queue more posts for the library social media. And maybe I’ll even do a little creative writing...

2. What is the last thing that made you smile?

My dad, knowing that I haven’t been feeling all that great, offered to watch a movie/TV episode with me this afternoon or evening, which is one of his ways of showing affection.

Other things that have made me smile recently: getting this ask meme; the family dog (we got a new one 2 years ago, but I’m not sure if I ever said so on tumblr) begging for attention; light books and fanfiction. 

Oh! And I rediscovered the Pride & Prejudice canon divergence AU I started back in 2014-ish in my computer files, and it... isn’t bad? I got about ¾ of the way through writing it before I got stuck/became occupied with other projects, and now I kind of want to figure out how to get it to my planned ending. I’m also entertained---and mildly hipster-ishly offended---that a couple of the historical references I was so proud of myself for pulling and researching are now common parlance thanks to pop culture (ex: 1812′s Great Comet; yes, yes, the musical Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 has been around since 2012, but it didn’t really enter the wider consciousness until 2016 when it made its first appearance on Broadway, and thus the comet itself wasn’t common knowledge to the average person who wasn’t into this period of history either). 

3. What's keeping you entertained these days?

A handful of library books I checked out before the library closed, assorted podcasts (Footnoting History, Code Switch, Jewish History Matters, When Diplomacy Fails, You’re Dead To Me, etc.), classic British murder mystery shows (Midsomer Murders, Rosemary & Thyme, Inspector Lewis, Inspector Lynley, etc.), random books I own, and fanfiction. 

4. If you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you would like to achieve in this time?

Lots! I’d like to do more writing and get back into better vocal shape; I’d like to get back into contact with several friends I’ve gradually lost touch with; and I desperately need to go through some old boxes of belongings. I also need to do some planning for my future.

Will I accomplish all of this? Unlikely, especially since I’m also using this time to mentally/emotionally recuperate from a busy year. But I’m hoping to accomplish at least some of it.

5. Post a selfie (if you feel comfortable with that)

;-)

6. Last but not least, send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 🥰: @singelisilverslippers​, @sixth-light​, @angel-deux-writes​, @beanarie​, @queerlaurabarton​, @ricketybookshelf, @missmarthanightingale, @worldenoughtime, @melifair, @teandumplings, @tora42​, @exlibrisastra​, and anyone else who wants to! I’d tag you all, but that would take forever. And as always, this is 100% optional.

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Cuddle Puddle

Adult Alpha!KiriBakuTodoDeku x Omega!reader

Reader is Afro-Arab coded. READER IS AFAB!

Cuddle Puddle is a term that originated within the Polyam community. This is a Polyam friendly FLUFF fic!

Please Like, Reblog and follow if you enjoyed reading <3

Your friends always underestimated you. This all started because they teased you and said you couldn't make a nest for one let alone multiple people! It was an ongoing joke that greatly irritated you. One day you finally had enough and you decided to prove all of them wrong!

You don't start building your nest till the next warm, rainy day. You make it big enough for six people to cuddle or flop in comfortably. They would still be forced to touch each other though. The thought brings a smirk to your eye because who doesn't enjoy messing with an Alpha's mind every so often?  

Once everything is perfect in your den you text each man and let them know you are finished. You weren't gonna demand they show up. They were grown-ass adults with busy lives and jobs. They would show when they showed up. The first one to arrive being the loudest one to brag about being the first in your next, EVER! Naturally.   

Towards the evening you are disturbed from your book reading by your doorbell being rang incessantly and your door being knocked on so hard you think it might split. Dreading such repairs, you hop out of your nest, dart out the den, and down the hall past your living room then into the foyer. "Mooooving!" you yell loud enough as you slip on a Hawks house robe. The little wings make you smile as they bounce.  

A few giggles later and you open the door on your friends. Katsuki is mid-knock when you open the door and Shouto is just staring at you with his finger just above your ringer.  

"Wanna come in?" you ask, noticing that all four of them are here. And they come bearing gifts. Jumping back, you step aside and allow them entry into your home. Eyeballing their offerings as they pass you, remove their shoes and place on their house slippers. The men set their gifts on the table and you zerg rush yourself over and began to pull the items out their bags.   

First up is Izuku Midoriya! He brought you an extra-large bowl of Tendon and seafood pho! You cheer happily and do a lil happy wiggle. Taking the lid off the container you deeply inhale the scent of the contents. The sweet yet savory aroma has you salivating. “Thanks, Izuku!” you say beaming up at him as you move on to Shouto’s offering. Inside was a cute plushie of a D20 that you had been wanting ever since the company announced it. You chuck it at his head playfully, expecting him to catch it. Instead, it bounces off and rolls onto the ground. Your group looks down at the die as it comes to a complete halt.  

“Nat 20” Shouto announces and the rest of you swear.   

“Of course, your head would alter the dice roll. I call interference!” Katsuki barks out angrily as he snatched up the bright red and black official Sorcerers of the Peninsula die. You pop it up into the air a few times then chuck it at the Ashen Blonde’s head. It makes contact and bounces off his nose to roll on the floor. He starts to yell and you shush him pointing to the settled die on the ground. “An 11.” Izuku states as he returns from your kitchen, he had disappeared off to with a spoon and some chopsticks.   

The green-haired man busies himself setting up your pho while you cheese at a ranting Katsuki. “Aye, simma down now! It ain’t that big. You just ain’t shit, that’s all.” you taunt the Sanguine-eyed man and duck behind his best friend. “Not my fault you suck.” you continue to antagonize the ripped man while his equally as shredded, yet taller bestie held him back laughing.  

“Enough you two! Come on Bakubro, you know she is just doing this to get a rise out of you. This isn’t very manly of you. Let it roll off your shoulder.” Eijiro says with mirth as he rests his hands on the blonde's shoulder. Katsuki glares at the both of you then storms away to one of your dining chairs and plops down into it. “Whatever, hurry up and open the gifts. I want to see this amazing nest you supposedly made,” he growls out.   

You flip him off, grab the taller redhead’s basketball shorts waist and pull him with you towards the table. Not failing to miss how the other three alphas stiffen at the action. Eijiro loops an arm around your waist when you stand in front of the black walnut circular table and points to his gift. The only one actually wrapped. You hum and look up at him. The sharp-toothed ginger leans down and nuzzles your neck. Which gets him growls from the others but a happy chirp from you as you return the action and nuzzle into his cheek. “Mine next,” he says motioning with his finger towards the parcel.   

You take your hand off his elastic and bend over to grab the package. This time you failed to see how their eyes roved over your body. Taking in every curve before they would collectively swallow and send each other warning glares. You grab the parcel, none the wiser and bounce on your heels happily.   

“Aiight! Let’s see what’s in this baby! Can I shake it?” You inquire impatiently. “Do whatever you want, gorgeous,” he replies nuzzling into your Jumbo Bantu Knots. You had them done up into a mohawk crown of sorts. Little gold clasps and cowrie shells interlaced into the braids that made up the knots. The decorations were also a gift from Kirishima from a few years back.   

Wiggling your butt to-and-fro you chirp again then tear into the brown parchment paper that wrapped the inner contents. You then shriek which has every alpha in the room standing up and surveying for a threat except for the man holding your waist. “I take it you like them?” He questions rhetorically. Your head nods frantically and you can’t stop wiggling happily against his abdomen. “Yaaas! I love them! Thank you!” your turn in his arms and jump up to give him a neck hug after setting the box down.   

The other agitated alphas in the room lean over the table to see what was in the box that had you so excited. Several groans and facepalms follow. “Should have known it.” Grumbles Katsuki who is now sitting on your table with Shouto. Izuku is watching your interaction with the redhead with a strange look in his eyes. The redhead smirks at each of the other men while your back is turned and brings you in closer. Pressing you tighter against his body.   

You let go of Kirishima’s neck and pry yourself out of his grasp. You are used to tight bear hugs from the man. He releases you with a deep, throaty chuckle and you return to your gift. Several sets of waist beads in various colors. Including a solid leather and cowrie set. You hear the blonde huff and you give him a warning side-eye. Setting the box aside, you thank Eijiro again then motion for the grumpy Bakugou to give you, his gift.   

He glares daggers at you but is forced to relent after a tic. With the most dramatic sigh you have heard from the blonde since you have met him, he shoves a pretty emerald green gift bag into your chest which you barely catch. It slightly crumples with the force of his exertion and he winces. “My bad,” he says in a form of apology. That catches all of you off guard. Your head nods slowly as you reply while reaching into the bag to get at its contents. “Iz all good homie. You jus’ excited right?” You wink at him lightening the mood.   

Your hand touches several cold objects and you stare down into the bag. Vision obstructed by the purple and yellow decorative paper shoved into the bag. Your eyebrow quirks up at him and he blushes. Turning his head to the side. That was new.    

You flip the bag upside down over the table and the contents spill out. You separate each item out into its own pile and gasp. Katsuki had gotten you your favorite brand of henna cones, bangles for your wrists and ankles, armlets, necklaces, new rings for your fingers, ears, and nose as well as a very beautiful and out-of-place tasfift. You pick up the golden headpiece embedded with emeralds and rubies and look over at him. He was looking away from you but you knew he could feel the burning intensity from your stare.   

Which you held until he turned to meet your gaze.   

You were going to question him on if he knew what set this particular piece of jewelry belonged to until you saw his normally tanned skin taking a tinge of red from the blush. All the way down to his neck. Ooooh. He knows. Now that is different.  You opt to tuck your lips inward towards your mouth and bounce your head breaking eye contact whilst humming. “Thank you, Katsuki. Especially for this. I’ll be honored to wear it when time comes.” You say politely with a delicate, slow nod in his direction.  

The other men shrugged not understanding what was going on while you carefully placed each item of jewelry back into the bag and set it off to the side while you went to your noodles that Midoriya has prepared exactly the way you loved them. The men have a silent conversation between themselves while you noisily slurp your noodles. Izuku’s dark emerald eyes glittered with joy. You suspect the man probably made it himself judging his reaction.  

Your bowl is finished off and quickly replenished by the Hunter green-haired man who then exits your dining room to go to your living room. You can hear them talking quietly amongst themselves while you continue to eat and think over the thoughtfulness of each of their gifts. You would need to do something for each of them in return for their kindness. You finished up and cleaned up before you went to go join the men folk.   

Lightly padding into your living room, you sneak up behind Katsuki and poke your head in between his arms and his side. “Whatcha whisperin’ abouts?” you inquire casually. The blonde stares down at you with his eyebrows twitching. The other three are different shades of lightish red and avoid eye contact with you.   

Your throat clears and you snap your fingers to get a response from them. Which was a series of growls as they reminded you of their secondary genders. Standing up and wedging yourself against Katsuki’s side you ignore their bullshit and motion to the group. “Y’all done gossiping like biddies and ready to see my magnum opus?” You try your best to sound blasé but come off instead as mischievous. Not helped by the ass slap you give the Sanguine-eyed man. You know your forwardness would catch them all off guard and that was fine by you. This was your home and you would do whatever the fuck you want.   

Extracting yourself from his body, you skip out the room and down the hall to your den. Bounding in and jumping into your nest. Bundling yourself up into your favorite blankets and waiting for the four alphas to grow a set and venture in after you. Because right now they were staring into the room but not entering it. Looking between themselves and the wiggling mass of blankets with only a set of eyes peering out that was you in the center.   

You see them playing a short game of rock, paper, scissors that ends with Shouto as the winner. The heterochromatic-eyed man steps in cautiously and smoothly approaches your max comfort and cozy nest. He can smell the items he scented somewhere behind you and off to the side. This pleases him. Not so much the odors of the other scented items you got from the other men. He chose to ignore that and present the underside of his wrist to you and lower his head exposing his neck to you in askance to enter your nest.   

You chuck a strawberry shortcake plushie at his head as you accept his request. He chuckles at your unusual way of saying yes and creeps into your space. Stealthing his way to his section of your nest. Well, he assumes it is his since his scent is all over it but it is still your nest and only your nest until you say otherwise.   

Next up is Izuku. His section is in front of Shouto’s. He pokes at the edge and pleads with his eyes for you to let him in. Tapping the tips of his index fingers together. You nod your head and bean him with an All Might Plush he got you several years ago. Apparently, it was a rare one from his Silver Era. Whatever that meant. You weren’t an All Might stan. He cheered, picked up the plush, and went to inspect the section that smelled so strongly of him. Giving an apprehensive nod to Shouto when they made eye contact.  

Ignoring that weirdness, you waited for the next plebian. Eijiro strode up confidently and sat down but back ramrod straight smiling down at you. He winked as he presented his bare, exposed wrist to you then lowered his head so his neck was open to all. You smashed a confetti-colored octopus plush into the top of his head and growled. He grabbed your forearm and pulled you slightly out of your mass of blankets to playfully snap at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he releases you chuckling. He walks off to your side as you reburrow yourself into your warm pile. “This is amazing! You really put your all into it didn’t you?” he beams and speaks to you as he looks at his section of the nest and fawns over everything.   

That leaves one Katsuki Bakugou as the final person to ask entrance to your nest. He doesn’t look very comfortable and you can imagine why. No alpha wants to willingly share a nest with any other alpha if they can help it. You think he is going to leave with the way he is shifting his weight but he surprises you and approaches your nest. You peel the blankets off of your head and sit up to receive his request. The other three alphas also turn to watch.   

Your jaw hits the floor when Bakugou kneels and presses his forehead to the floor with his arms folded in front of him, fingertips touching in a formal submission. The other Alphas bristle and look at each other over your head and make varied gestures that you fail to catch cuz your attention and focus is solely on the man before you. This is the second overt gesture he has made towards you that has caught your attention this day. The first being the tasfift from earlier.   

Not wanting to disrespect his formal and proper ask you lean over and tap his neck with the tips of your index, middle, and ring fingers of one of your hands. Dragging them back up to rest at the top of his head above his brow. Two more taps and you retract your exposed limb and hunker back down in your blankets. Not feeling so bold as to continue that exchange in front of the other alphas in the room.  

Katsuki sits back up, nods to you then walks off to his spot behind Kirishima and across from Izuku. The men busy themselves with the inspection of their respective areas. Saying their "oo’s" and "ahh’s" at the different items you had stashed. Shocked you kept certain things and touched you had others. A few items like old hoodies you had lied about and said you lost were called into question to which you would feign an “I have no idea how that got there. Weeeird.” while they glared at you.  

Eventually, you got bored and turned on the tv that was in the room and began watching a vampire flick. It looked cheesy but that was ok. You enjoyed B movies. You are halfway through by your own assumption when Katsuki’s burnt caramel scent invades your nose and you are pulled back against his chest. Eijiro’s head finds your lap while Shouto and Izuku’s hands claim your own.  

The actions take you by surprise but you opt to not draw attention to the situation. They don’t smell agitated nor are they acting annoyed. They instead seem to be content to relax and just vibe with you while watching your “Shitty and poor taste!” movie. The label courtesy of the broody blonde whose torso was warming your back.   

At some point, you all fell asleep in one mass cuddle puddle. Everyone curled up tightly around everyone else. Arms slung around each other as the alpha men made a warm, comforting and secure circle around you. Protecting you from whatever might dare disturb or threaten y’all. You couldn’t tell who was where but the security that they provided collectively lured you deeper into your sleep and the last coherent thought you had before REM took you was that you were grateful to your alphas and loved them.   

FIN 

[chifuyuzu]

leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.” 

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

[warwickroyals]

A VERY MERRY ROYAL CHRISTMAS

Wishing you a Christmas full of treasured memories; even the ones that make you a little bit sad 🎄✨

AUTHOR’S NOTE: When I tell you this post was a labour of love. I mean it. The GIFs alone took me an entire night! But I really think all my hard work paid off because, damn, this might be my favourite storypost to date. This post takes place around twenty years into the future and there are so many hidden hints and spoilers and some pretty balant ones too. The first speaking lines of Millicent, Florence, Imogen, Thomasin, Athena. And a special foreign royal making a cameo? It just makes me so excited for where this story is headed next year.

Thank you all for reading, commenting, and reblogging. It means so much to me. Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you all!

[MIA] Oh, dear, Mom!

[KATHERYN] So, this is, what, the rehearsal? There has to be a better word for this

[MIA] But that’s exactly what it is. I suppose they want us to think about what to say beforehand. It’s a cute idea, stop picking it apart, you sound like Dad

[KATHERYN] I’m not picking anything apart, I just find it odd that we don’t even own our home vid—Oh! She fell over again

[IRENE] Maybe we should get a chair, sweetheart

[JAQUELINE] Noooo, I can do it myself [giggles]

[KATHERYN]  It’s so odd seeing her as a beginner. I only ever remember her being an expert. Talented from birth. Don’t laugh, but I used to be jealous. Everything I attempt turns to ashes, it seems

[MIA] Kat. You’re not responsible for Drake’s actions

[KATHERYN] Yet, here I am suffering the consequences anyway—you know what? Let’s just focus on the video. You’re right, it’s cute

[PHILLIP] Look, Jill, this is the Christmas tree and on Christmas morning, there will be lots of presents from Santa Claus but only for the good kids

[KATHERINE] Phillip, darling, you are far too old to still believe such things

[THOMASIN] Oh, my God, that is so fucking rude. How did he live with these people?

[MILLICENT] See? See? That’s the type of shit you cannot be saying, but you just can’t help yourself, can you?

[THOMASIN] Whatever, they can edit it. And why did they ask us to do this if they don’t want our actual opinions?

[MILLICENT] You think they care about our actual opinions?

[THOMASIN] Not really, but the fantasy is nice. Keeps me going

[MILLICENT] Does the word narcissist mean anything to you?

[THOMASIN] Don’t worry I’ll control myself this time, but only because they’ll blame Mom if I don’t

[Phyllis] What’s wrong with believing in Santa? I do. And, for the record, he thinks you’ve been very good this year, Phillip

[MILLICENT] Look, there’s Aunt Phyllis

[THOMASIN] Aw, she’s always been a sweetie

[THOMASIN] See? At least there’s one person on our side

[MILLICENT] One or two

[IMOGEN] It’s—that’s, uh, adorable

[FLORENCE] Right? Grandmother would love it, I don’t know why she tried to shut this whole thing down

[IMOGEN] All the pic—pic—pho-to-graphs of Grandfather make her [—] make it hard for her

[FLORENCE] Yeah, but I feel like the holidays should make it better at least

[IRENE] What are you looking at, mister?

[JAMES] I was looking for snow, the weatherman said it would

[???] Is that you? Because he looks like you . . . Dad?

[ATHENA] Dad? I was asking you a question

[NICHOLAS] Hm? Oh, no, that’s not me

[ATHENA] What’s wrong?

[NICHOLAS] I don’t think I can do this anymore, Tungsten

[ATHENA] Why? Is the video upsetting you?

[ATHENA] Then maybe we can do it together. That way maybe you’ll be less sad. And not embarrassed and it will be okay

[NICHOLAS] Athena, that video is of your grandfather when he was around your age

[ATHENA] Oh . . . Are you missing him?

[IRENE] If you’d like you can pick one present to open tonight. How does that sound?

[JAMES] Ooh, yes, please! I want the big one with the blue bow, Phillip and Jack think it’s a new bike or a scooter or something

[NICHOLAS] I miss him every day, but especially now.  I need his help, but  he’s not here anymore

[ATHENA] It’s making me sad, and I’m afraid that I’m going to embarrass myself tomorrow

[ATHENA] . . . Why did he die?

[NICHOLAS] I don’t know. He was very sad

[ATHENA] But he looks happy in the video

[NICHOLAS] I know, I remember him being very happy, too

[ATHENA] Then maybe you should think of him being happy and you’ll be happy, too. I know This because right now you’re sad and it’s making me sad too

[NICHOLAS] I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset

[ATHENA] It’s okay, I forgive you

[ATHENA] And I forgive you if you don’t do the video. I just want you to have a merry Christmas, Daddy

[nny11writes]

me: i dont really ship catrapta

me: *egging you and phos on about the pairing and asking you about them constantly and reblogging them instantly when i see them*

my friends, tagging the art i post "#catrapta": youre making us ship this

me: okay fair but i swear it's platonic and canon compliant

phos: tipsy please. i cant believe youre the catra of the pairing

listen you dont have to post this. but it's just really funny. the best way i can explain my view of them is homestuck diamonds.

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I mean, I wasn't gonna SAY anything! But also, I have been cackling that every time you tag catrapta I know you mean it like intense platonic goodness (or at least that's what I've gotten out of it) while I'm over here rabid and starving for that tasty tasty content so I get to pretend in my head lol!

Honestly really sad that a lot of super poly trio fics and, more specifically, catrapta fics that I love have been deleted and removed from AO3 post S3. Like, ugh! They are so good! And I miss them so much! There was a lot of really fantastic exploration about the slow and often awkward process Catra and Entrapta take to realizing they have feelings for one another and then what they do about it.

I still love Scorpia/Catra and Scorpia/Entrapta but I feel like I at least see some content for those ships. But catrapta, my beloved? Oh! Spurned! (I say dramatically in the rain, which is really just a hose I'm holding up out of view, because I am an author and could fix this but I dun wanna I want the good stuff beamed directly into my brain)

[twelve-kinds-of-trouble]

AAPI Heritage Month Book Recs!

As some of you may or may not know, this May is AAPI Heritage Month. To celebrate it, I wanted to make a short list of books written by AAPI authors or with AAPI characters in them. This includes poetries, comics, and graphic novels! Special thanks to @introvertedscarecrow @silver-war @aheartfullofquestions and @waywardpudding who gave me some of these recommendations! If there is anything incorrect or offensive, please let me know! Also, feel free to reblog this with your own recommendations. Remember to check trigger warning before purchasing a book!

Young Adult Books

A Pho Love Story— Loan Lee (Contemporary) Legend— Marie Lu (Dystopian) Warcross— Marie Lu (Dystopian, Sci-Fi, Thriller) Wildcard— Marie Lu (Dystopian) Girls of Paper and Fire— Natasha Ngan (Fantasy) Girls of Storm and Shadow— Natasha Ngan (Fantasy) Gearbreakers— Zoe Hana Mikuta (Fantasy/ Sci-Fi) The Ones We’re Meant to Find— Joan He (Sci-Fi) Namesake— Jhumpa Lahiri (Contemporary) Last Night at The Telegraph Club— Malinda Lo (Historical) Counting By Sevens— Holly Goldberg Sloan (Contemporary) Cinder— Marissa Meyer (Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dystopia)

Biographies

Good Talk— Mira Jacob (Is also a graphic novel!) Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls— T Kira Madden Minor Feelings— Cathy Park Hong Woman Warrior— Maxine Hong Kingston

Poetry

Milk and Honey— Rupi Kaur Soft Science— Franny Choi World of Wonders— Aimee Nezhukumatathil Foreign Bodies— Kimiko Hahn Inside Out and Back Again— Thanha Lai (Autobiographical)

Graphic Novels and Comics

Batgirl (Cassandra Cain)— Kelly Puckett and Damion Scott Monstrous— Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda (Fantasy, Steampunk) Demon— Jason Shiga (Sci-Fi) Forget Sorrow— Belle Yang The Best We Could Do— Thi Bui (Autobiographical) They Called Us the Enemy— George Takei (Autobiographical) Mooncakes— Suzanne Walker and Wendy Xu (Witches! Sapphic Witches! And Sapphic Werewolves! HOLY SHIT!! Young Adult)

Adult Fiction

The Poppy War— R. F. Kuang (Fantasy) Arsenic and Adobo— Mia P. Manansala (Mystery, Cozy) Everything I Never Told You— Celeste Ng (Mystery, Historical) If I Had Your Face— Frances Cha (Contemporary) A Little Life— Hanya Yanagihara (Contemporary) Severance— Ling Ma (Sci-Fi/ Dystopian) The Inheritance of Loss— Kiran Desai (Historical/ Contemporary) Here and Now and Then— Mike Chen (Sci-Fi/ Fantasy) The Night Tiger— Yangsze Choo (Mystery/ Historical) On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous— Ocean Vuong (Contemporary)

I'm pleased to say that some of these novels are LGBTQ+ which is just the best news I’ve heard in all my days, so please come to me with your reviews for them, as a lot of these books are on my to read list! Thanks!

This is also a good time to say that the rising violent hate crimes against the Asian community are not excusable. They are disgusting, and anyone who condones them can get off my blog right now, before I tear out their kneecaps through their gut.

@the-fridge-is-on-fire @peachy-saladlover @neonified (just thought you might like to be tagged!) Please reblog this, I spent way too much time on it.

[fuckyeahcrossoverships]

WELCOME TO FUCKYEAHCROSSOVERSHIPS

(phos render is by indecisive-bird on deviantart)

your one stop shop for the cutest crossovers! whether it be platonic, romantic, rival, or even adopted family!

your hosts tonight are @totmusicaa (ultimate anime connosuier) and @realbirdlyn (video game cuck and cat, despite the name)

SUBMISSIONS FOR SHIPS: OPEN

REQUESTS FOR ART/HEADCANONS: CLOSED

SUBMISSIONS TO POST CONTENT: ALWAYS OPEN!

when submitting a ship, follow this format:

character (series) x character (series); relationship type

we will NOT accept unspecified ships that are p/dophilic, in/est, or z//philia. even if you meant platonic/family/friends but didn't say it!

in light of this being a big deal lately, we are NOT proshippers! proshippers may like or reblog our content, but please do not request what we don't accept! this is not up for debate!

[coldcocoamilk]

hey hi hello welcome to my blog it’s nice to see ya

my name is rose. I'm 23, use she and they pronouns, I followed the Florida to California pipeline, and I’ve been on this site for way too damn long.

more under the cut about me!

the nitty gritty details!

hi hi hi first of all thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it.

I used to use Tumblr as a diary growing up from like fourteen onward. for a true time capsule, @ienjoypocky-blog has all my gross preteen thoughts on it. I've grown a lot on Tumblr and while I can't say it's my favorite site, there's something about it that just keeps me coming back.

some facts about me! I'm a vegetarian. I’m a normal 9-5 corporate banker. I'm happily saving up for a house with my lovely boyfriend and my favorite color is purple, I love anything glittery, and I have an unhealthy addiction to Arizona lemon iced tea and Coca-Cola. my two favorite foods are curry and pho, I'm a libra, and I'm surprisingly tiny at 4"11 (150cm).

I have a lot of fun trauma surrounding family issues, sexual assault, and abuse. as a result, things are a bit fucky in my head. I've also been on/off struggling with an eating disorder since about the time I started on Tumblr. AND to top it all off I have semi-well-managed endometriosis!

please do not even bother trying to interact with me if you

- support users hanpetos and c0lb0h specifically. (hanpetos is a user who has been harassing another user repeatedly over the course of several years, and personally, I don't want anything to do with them. colboh is just an asshole who keeps re-hosting other people's nsfw art to websites after being explicitly told to Not Do That.)

- support users who directly target minors and repeatedly harass them. we were all young and stupid once, and while gentle chastisement is sometimes good, it's often easier to block a user and move on.

- you harass anyone for liking/sharing/commenting on something you don't agree with. once again, block and move on.

- you're transphobic, homophobic, a white supremacist, support Donald Trump and the qanon craze following him, a self proclaimed incel/pedophile/MAP, are a TERF

- you self diagnose yourself with mental/physical illnesses without seeking consistent professional medical help. (it’s ok to research those diagnosis and make an educated guess - and not everyone has the $ to get a diagnosis)

- multi level marketing schemes / pyramid schemes

some of my hot button yes please issues I stand for

- black lives of all types matter.

- your life, individually, matters too.

- genuine equal rights and freedoms for those who do not already have them by law, and justice to be served to those who have been robbed of their rights, freedoms, and dignities.

- pro choice!

- being proactive with your mental/physical health

- love my trans/nb/gender fluid sisters, misters, and everyone in between

my tagging goes as follows

(I'm far from perfect on my tagging and sometimes forget entirely if I'm on mobile. if I forget to tag something, I'm sorry - but remember, you're responsible for your own content and wellbeing.)

- I tag any potentially harmful triggers. this includes them relating to body image, self harm, abuse, gore, gender dysphoria, flashing/strobes, and anything else that I feel might be uncomfortable to consume outside the safety of your own home.

- "queue and I forever" is my queue tag. I'm probably not active at the time of you seeing a post tagged this, but I like a queue to continue to keep my blog from going months without being updated.

- my "personal" tag is used for literally anything that I've thought. I use this tag for anything I post that isn't a fic and isn't a reblog. these posts are completely fine to interact with and in fact I encourage you to do so. if they aren't, they'll be tagged as such!

- I tag gifs/videos/audio to help cater towards those using Tumblr with disabilities.

fic info!

sometimes I write fanfiction as [coldcocoamilk] on Archive of Our Own. my forever otp is Levihan, and I frequently like to be fluid in my interpretation of what Hange's gender is in my fics. given it's never been confirmed by Isayama, I just roll with whatever feels comfortable to write with!

once upon a time I used to write for the Phan Dan/Phil ship. when they both came out, and in the past, they've both expressed discomfort with how the public is fascinated with their relationship, their sex lives, and all their personal details. when I wrote those fics, I was sixteen, a virgin, and stupidly unaware of how invasive it must be to have hundreds of thousands of people writing about such intimate things. since I've grown up, I too have become uncomfortable with those fics. I've decided to stop writing for that ship entirely. the fics are still up because people still get enjoyment out of them and, besides, nothing ever disappears from the internet anyways, but please know that there will be no more of them and I fully accept responsibility for contributing towards that toxic relationship Dan and Phil ended up having with creators and them.

if you’re going to share my fics, please make sure to tag me in the post about them. good or bad criticism, it makes me happy to see people reading, and even happier to know that I'm still welcomed and loved in a fandom.

if you’re viewing this on mobile: I hope this blog’s color scheme is soothing af for you cause I’m mad proud of it. but -

if you’re on the actual web browser version of this blog, hi, you’ve reached my optimal reading version of the blog. I made the layout so it’s very easy to read fanfic and long posts without having to deal with awkward Microsoft word esque photo placements. your browser’s zoom function should work with it too, so that’s cool, if you’re a lil blind like me and need a bigger font

to end this long ass pinned post,

hi. I hope you enjoy my blog. thanks for stopping by. please drink some water and remember to charge the device you're reading this on. have a snack, set your bedtime alarm, and brush your damn teeth. before you curl into whatever your browsing situation looks like, remind yourself that you survived another day.

it's kinda fun to be alive.

love, rosey

oh and here’s what I look like