#please feel free to reblog this and tell me what's your favorite tea(s)

[letthestorieslive]

What is your favouritest tea ever?

Aaaaaaaaaah, this is such a difficult question !

I love a good english breakfast tea. It was my first tea ever and it got me hooked so fast, so forever in my heart. Caramel tea is also one of my favorites, it powered me through my two years of prep school and now I drink it when I'm in a need of cheering up.

Then, one of my friends introduce me to Palais des thés (a shop selling exclusively loose tea) and I discovered green tea and white tea, and I was a lost cause. At first, I bought tea anytime I thought it smelled good but it's tricky. Now anything fruity, or with cranberry, or with hibiscus is a big yes.

Any Clipper tea is also a big yes. They are so good and the wrapping is really cute like with stylised strawberries, or lemons, or cups of tea, or dragons (I'm a simple woman eh ?).

So, right now, my favouritest tea ever is a white raspberry tea.

Here, as a threat :

[destinygoldenstar]

I’m sorry, but even if you adore Sierra as a character, you have to admit that the shows depiction of her is god awful.

This woman is the forefront of Total Drama’s nasty habit of romanticizing S/A and abusive relationships. Not saying other characters aren’t as well. But almost all of the characters screen time is dedicated to her sexually harassing Cody.

This woman is characterized to have an unhealthy obsession over a boy she barely knows in real life at the time. She uses his essentials, kisses him, carries him around, sniffs him, stalk him, does weird stuff to him while he’s asleep, and all sorts of other stuff WITHOUT HIS CONSENT. She also forges marriage onto him. She feeds him tea that paralyzes him with the intention to get him to have to have sex with her.

AND THATS NOT EVEN EVERYTHING SHE DOES.

Nothing she does is okay. How she treats Cody is not okay. And whenever Cody stands up for himself and expresses he’s uncomfortable, or when other people tell her she’s a creep, she plays the victim and cries until they give her what she wants.

Sierra is a dangerous human being. Plain and simple.

Now, I’m not someone who’s had S/A that’s been THAT bad in my life, so if you are an S/A victim, please reblog your thoughts on the character. Please to be brutally honest.

For my POV though, I might have been okay with this depiction of Sierra as a character if the sexual harassment was painted in a negative light.

What I mean by that is if the writing intentionally framed it as an awful thing and that the story was about either getting out of this awful situation or it’s meant to be a cautionary tale on the horrors of sexual harassment.

Here’s the problem. ITS NOT. WERE SUPPOSED TO FIND THIS FUNNY.

It’s all painted as if it’s a huge joke. A great running gag. That all this sexual harassment towards Cody is hilarious.

And the lesson? At best, Sierra gets depicted as a bit of a creep by the other characters and there’s only a handful of scenes where they talk to him about how to get her off of him. And even then, those are usually advice given by intentionally antagonistic characters, implying we’re not supposed to agree with them. And the show never goes through with their advice anyway. At worst, Sierra is painted as the one in the right, and CODY has to learn the lesson TO LIKE HER BACK AND ACCEPT HER.

I’m sorry. You cannot tell me that this is not romanticizing sexual harassment and sexual abuse. If this wasn’t a kids show, you know they would’ve had a full on r@#e scene made for sh*ts and giggles.

I’m not someone who says that a media having a bad thing in it means it’s automatically endorsing the bad thing. There’s a lot that goes into how that bad thing is presented. Like the bad thing being painted in a negative light like I said. The obvious bad guys being the only ones doing the bad thing. The story being an intended cautionary tale and thus it’s designed not to take the story as endorsement of the things in it. Or the bad thing being used as a talking point to spread awareness about it. It’ll make you uncomfortable. Yes. But that’s the point.

This is just my take, feel free to disagree with me, but that’s exactly why I saw Hazbin’s Hotel’s depiction on the same subject as NOT romanticizing S/A and instead spreading awareness and painting the S/A in the negative light. I didn’t see it as romanticizing the abuse. (I could be completely wrong and it is. You’re justified if you see it that way.)

Because THIS. This is ACTUAL romanticization of abuse.

I understand the show was made in 2007 and people were weird back then. I get that this could just be a situation where it’s dated. Doesn’t make it okay.

This is my least favorite aspect of Total Drama and I feel like that’s objective rather than subjective. And while it’s not AS bad as Sierra, the show still does it by painting toxic relationships as jokes.

Please stop this Total Drama.

[leviathans-watching]

hello, darling! How are you? I love your writing, and I'm obsessed with your blog aesthetic as well! <3 take good care of yourself because you obviously deserve it from how hard you're working

my request is quite simple! please don't feel forced to write anything you don't want to, and feel free to ignore this if desired! I was listening to "My Girlfriend is a Witch" (October Country) and I thought to myself: the obey me brothers with an s/o who's a witch/sorcerer! I wasn't thinking about ALL characters (because my favorite is Lucifer), but feel free to actually include anyone you want! Thank you for your time and I appreciate the effort!

> if you desire something more specific: the MC would be a human exchange student like Solomon, using magic to some things and making potions, having also very good cooking, and admiring storytelling. Any trouble envolving dark magic among the brothers? MC can resolve it! Or at least try to help. Another witches are bothering Mammon again? MC will talk to them, since the witches in question are on their class anyways.

(also, may I be 🍓 anon? hehe <3)

lucifer x witch!mc

includes: lucifer x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated g | m.list

a/n: this was so cute!! i also have a longer series with sorcerer mc here! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!! and yes, you can absolutely be 🍓 anon hehe

please reblog <3

at first, lucifer hadn’t trusted you in the slightest. sure, he’d technically been the one to choose you as the new applicant, but he hadn’t actually looked at your application, something that was definitely coming back to bite him.

at least you weren’t part of the coven that mammon was entangled in, he had thought to himself, trying to look on the bright side, dim as it was.

slowly though, you grew on him. though some of your pursuits had ended poorly, like when you’d accidentally burned off your eyebrows making a potion, or had a spell go wrong and made everyone in rad only able to tell the truth, he began to feel more amused by them than irritated, a sure sign you were endearing yourself to him.

and some of your skills were quite helpful, he had to admit. when belphie had gotten sick with some form of rare illness, you’d saved the day by cooking up a remedy when even simeon and solomon were unable to. and some of your teas and herb mixtures were useful, not to mention delicious.

now, lucifer mused, he was completely head over heels for you. sure, there were still things that you did that gone on his nerves, or thins you said that he didn’t fully agree with, but you truly were one of a kind and now incredibly important to him. plus, your sense of humor was amusing, even if he’d never admit it.

(for halloween you’d decided to dress up as a classic witch, complete with a black hat and broomstick. somehow, he’d been convinced to join you as a vampire, and diavolo had been a werewolf. it was silly and lowbrow, but he had one of the pictures saved as his phone background.)

“what are you thinking so hard about?” you ask him, drawing him back to the present. a grimoire is open in front of you, and he can see your chicken-scratch handwriting in the margins.

“you,” he replies simply, and you make a face.

“what about me?”

“i didn’t really like you when we first met,” he confesses, “so it’s quite strange how much that has changed.”

“you know, i get that a lot,” you reply, unbothered. “a lot of people find me irritating.”

“i cannot fathom why.”

“oh, shut it,” you chide light-heartedly. “if you keep going i might have to curse you or something.”

the threat, which you used often, was empty, something you both knew. “right,” lucifer says, giving you a smile. “well, we don’t want that. i’ll be on my best behavior from now on, i swear.”

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[naturallytom]

Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader, alternative part)

a/n: me? writing? unheard of. jk im tryin to get back into the groove!! this is an alternate version to Mending a Broken Heart, so some parts are the same and some I’ve edited or added some things! hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating

please reblog/leave feedback!!

picture not mine!

You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

-

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. You also moved out of the house you once called home. Not only was it too painful to go home to an empty house, but it was too painful to go home to a house that held so many happy and loving memories. You took the necessities along with some things you wanted with you and set yourself up in a hotel room for the time being. You treated it as a vacation. Except only a few people knew where you were. Your family knew, along with your friends, including Harrison, on the condition he didn’t tell Tom where you were. You started making time for yourself in your little hotel room and you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of work, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

When Tom pulled up to his former house with flowers in his car and a pit of nerves in his stomach, he expected to see your car in the driveway and at least one light to be on. He was greeted with an empty driveway and a dark house, which confused him. It was the weekend, so you weren’t work. Maybe you had to run an errand? 

But after 20 minutes, he gave up hope that you were home and tried to call you, which to no surprise, you didn’t pick up again. He instead called Harrison in an effort to try and find out if he knew where you were. 

“What do you want?” Harrison answered, half concentrating on what Tom was about to say and half concentrating on the game in front of him. 

“Do, uh, do you know where y/n is?” Tom asked, taking Harrison by surprise. 

“y/n?” Harrison paused the game, suddenly not able to concentrate on it. “Why d’you want to know where y/n is?”

“I just want to talk to her.” He mumbled. 

“If I knew that’s where you were going I wouldn’t have let you go.” Harrison sighed. “Listen she made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you-” 

“Please Harrison? You’ve seen how much of a mess I’ve been. I just want to see if I have a shot.” Tom begged, making his friend cave. 

“Fine but if she moves again I won’t be telling you shit.”  

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book, getting some relaxation in before your week began when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Looking out the peephole, you froze at the sight that greeted you. Tom was standing outside your door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his nose and the tips of his ears red from the harsh winter air. 

“How the hell did you find me?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Harrison. I begged him to tell me.” He answered. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You muttered. “What do you want?”

“Can..Can I come in?” He asked. 

You wanted to say no, that he could say what he wanted to say outside or just not let him speak at all. But you wanted to be courteous to the other people on your floor and part of you was curious as to what he was going to say. So you wordlessly opened the door slightly, letting him in and closing the door behind him. 

“Now what do you want?”

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“I don’t want your flowers. Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“You’re speaking already.” You answered, gesturing for him to continue nonetheless. 

“I- How have you been? I stopped by the house-”

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the lack of love in your voice, but especially your eyes. Your eyes, which once held so much love and adoration for him were now full of anger and resentment. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in that big fucking house that was haunted by you. I couldn’t stand it.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“Why’d you get a hotel room?” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I told you. I hated being in that house. Hated being surrounded by the happy pictures and memories of us.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your hotel, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your hotel, he walked you up to the door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. You had gone back to the house every now and then, to slowly acclimate yourself to being back in the once happy house, only fully moving back when Tom moved back as well. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off, making your heart race instead of hurt at the sight of the happy memories. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.” 

Your moment was interrupted by Harrison, who entered the kitchen, smiling at his two best friends happily in love once again. 

“Aren’t you so glad I told him where you were staying?” He joked, making you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Harrison.” You smiled. As your eyes flickered between Tom and Harrison, though, you knew you wouldn’t have been in this position if Harrison didn’t spill the beans to Tom. 

“Hey Haz?” You called, as Harrison went to leave the kitchen in fake offense. He turned at the sound of his name, knowing what was coming. 

“Thank you.” Tom nodded in agreement, his arm slipping around your waist. 

Harrison just smiled even bigger, all three of you knowing everything would be okay from now on.

[sukiglycerin]

soba, boba, and things that go on in a konpa || shouto todoroki.

* pairing: best friend!todoroki x reader

* genre: fluff, friends to lovers, uni!au

* words: 887

* warnings: implied brief mentions of alcohol/intoxication, shouto is an idiot but we love him

* original request from @todorokishotoswhore: Can you do a friends to S/O’s for Todoroki, Bakugo and any other character you’d like

* a/n: firstly, this title was tough to come up with! soba and boba rhymed so well & i couldn't find anything else T_T luckily, konpa is close enough...? now, for vocab explanations! the king's game is like a game of truth or dare, where everyone is assigned a number at random and there's one "king." the king chooses a number and dares the person with that number to do something. kabedon is that classic thing where someone traps aNother person against the wall by caging then between one (or two!) arms. a konpa is a gathering between uni students that usually involves drinking, and a shinkan konpa is specifically for uni freshmen to get to know each other. anyway, i hope you enjoy this! please reblog if you do >< you can find bakugou's version here.

shouto is clueless. you mean that in the most endearing way possible. for someone who gets confessed to every week like it’s a standard procedure, you’d expect him to maybe understand when someone’s in love with him. it’s a bit of an unrealistic expectation.

your best friend since high school, you hadn’t given him as much as a second thought romantically until the two of you entered university. this was an amazing feat in itself, considering shouto was known as your class’ in-resident pretty boy for as long as you’d known him. a semi-drunken king's game at a shinkan konpa led to shouto doing kabedon on you (much to mina's chagrin, as she was trying to get him to kabedon someone else). he was awkward and definitely lacked the aggression that made for kabedon’s appeal in shoujo manga, but shouto makes anything look attractive - even a terrible attempt at kabedon, which, if done badly, is merely cringe-inducing. that’s just who shouto is. 

so, as cliche as it is, the realization of your feelings for shouto started with one mediocre kabedon done on a dare. you can’t even remember much of that night, having been offered one too many drinks by your upperclassmen. (izuku later told you that you’d apparently made a loud speech to your peers in your stupor.) it's only been downhill from there.

izuku, who you originally met at a creative writing workshop in freshman year at uni, urges you to confess to shouto. he’s shouto’s closest friend besides you (and arguably closer to shouto, too). izuku reasons that if you don’t, shouto’s oblivious ass will never know how you feel and by the time you graduate, celeb-on-campus momo yaoyorozu will have confessed and married shouto. it’s one of izuku’s less plausible theories - shouto has no interest in momo - but there is a partial truth in what he says. even if shouto has no interest in momo, he’ll probably date her if she confesses to him. she’s just that sweet and pretty. 

“if you don’t want to talk to him, you could just write him a letter, or something,” izuku suggests while the two of you sit in the campus’ cafeteria. izuku’s laptop sits in front of him while you have a taro bubble tea from a nearby shop. “i think love letters are really romantic.”

you shake your head. “have you seen my handwriting? i’d rather just tell him.” you pause. “but how?”

he tilts his head in thought. “you could buy him cold soba and do it. if you do that, you’ve already won half his heart. he’ll be obligated to say yes.”

“who’ll be obligated to say yes?” speak of the devil. shouto’s approached your table, a bowl of cold soba (obviously) in his hand. 

“where did you get that?” you ask, steering the conversation away and gesturing to his noodles. “i didn’t think they sold that here.”

“they don’t.” shouto shrugs. “this got in my hand somehow. i think lunch rush likes me, or something.”

“of course,” you sigh. he sits down next to you, breaking apart wooden chopsticks. he dips some noodles into a mahogany-colored sauce. 

“i, uh, just remembered!” izuku exclaims suddenly, packing up his things. “i have… something to do!” it’s a really, really bad lie, but shouto buys it. 

“alright. bye, izuku,” shouto says. 

“bye,” you say, shooting izuku a dirty look. you knew his intentions very well. he skips out of your sight, looking far too happy to be leaving his best friends. 

you sip your bubble tea, zoning out on shouto’s soba as you think.

“do you want some?” shouto asks, outstretching some soba dipped in sauce on his chopsticks. they did look really good. who were you to refuse free food?

you accept the offer, eating the soba from shouto’s chopsticks. you look at him, a wide look on your face, and he chuckles.

“thish-” you say as you chew, “thish is really good.” you swallow. “i think i see why you like cold soba so much.”

“um-” you say, looking for something to repay shouto with. “do you want some bubble tea?”

you extend your lavender beverage to him. it’s halfway empty with only a couple tapioca pearls floating at the bottom. 

“no, it’s fine,” he says. “i know you really like the taro flavour.”

“o-okay,” you reply. “let me know if you want any…?” you try to remember when you’d told shouto that taro milk tea was your favorite, but come up empty. you sigh to yourself, deciding to finally take izuku’s advice before the conversation became any more stilted.

“i’ve been meaning to tell you something.” your voice comes out in surprising unison with shouto’s. 

“you first,” shouto says immediately. 

“um,” you say, gnawing on your lower lip. you did not think this ahead. “i, um, was wondering if you wanted… to go out. on a date.” wait, what if he didn’t like dates? “well, i- i just wanted to say i like you. romantically. so we don’t have to go on a date, if you don’t want. i’ll do anything with you, so-”

he puts his hand over yours, effectively shutting you up. “oh,” you say intelligently, gazing at his hand. 

“yeah, that sounds nice,” shouto breathes. “a date.” he turns to you, a questioning look on his face. “soba?”

[well-seasoned-dragonage]

Howdy Old Folks(and whoever comes across this list)! @cornfedcryptid here! In light of this shit that’s going on around us, and the toll it’s having on people and their creative process, I thought I would come up with a fun and easy ‘arts-n-crafts’ for everyone to work on at their own pace. This is primarily inspired by @faerieavalon​ and the fluff prompt tag thingy she made. I thought it was a great idea and wanted to expand upon it. I know right now a lot of us aren’t in the best mindset to work on our long fics, big art pieces, etc. But what better thing to work on than simple little diabeetus inducing foof!? lol

I’m hoping this list can be used by more than just writers...and it is for more than just the Dragon Age fandom. So please, feel free to use it to your hearts content! If you do, be sure to tag us so we can reblog and share your creativity!

Thank you and stay safe! <3

EDIT: also a HUGE thank you to @ranawaytothedas for making the banner.

So, I may or may not have adopted a pet...we’re parents now. 

Oh I’m sorry, were you reaching for that too?

Shit, I lost X. Has anyone seen my idiot? Alternatively, Y loses X and proceeds to play some variation of ‘Marco Polo’ until they find X.

Holiday gift exchange.

I saw this and thought of you.

I can’t sleep. Will you sing/tell me a story?

Quit moving! You’ve got something in your hair.

Listen, the weather is shite. You can just crash here tonight. 

It’s our anniversary so I wanted to do something special

Do you want to share?

Would you like to try it?

How does this taste?

Do you want one? I made them myself. 

Pfft! You should see your hair!

Would you like to dance?

Would you like to go to dinner sometime?

Do you want to stay the night?

Can I kiss you?

I’m pregnant

Will you marry me?

Shut up, you’re sick. Just let me take care of you already.

You’re comfy to sleep on

Put on something nice, we’re going out tonight!

I feel at home when I’m with you.

Are you going to finish that?

I’ll eat that, if you don’t want it.

I missed you.

Come closer.

Will you stay a little longer?

You smell really good.

I love it when you touch me.

I love the way you feel. 

You make me feel alive.

Shit! Your hands feel like ice.

You feel hot. Do you feel sick?

No, don't come closer. I’m sick.

Your breath leaves goosebumps on my skin.

Hey, it’s time to wake up. 

Oh God. I can’t believe it’s our wedding day. I think I’m going to be sick. 

Hey! What are you doing here?

It’s been so long since I last saw you. 

Just because I’m having trouble sleeping doesn’t mean you have to stay awake with me. 

Don’t get up, I’ll take care of the baby

Here, let me get that for you. 

Do you want me to hold them for you?

Can you hold this for a second please?

You just scared the piss out of me!

Stop making me laugh or I’m going to pee!

I know you miss home, so I tried to bring a little home here.

I don’t know how to tell you this, but you snore...A LOT.

Keep touching me like that and we’re going to be late. 

What can I do to convince you to stay in tonight?

I’ve got a surprise.

It’ll be an adventure.

You know, you’re cranky when you’re tired/hungry. 

What’s the rush?

I’m sorry. It’s only going to hurt for a second. I promise. 

You’ve got something on your face.

Oh look! A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!

You’re not wearing that outside. It’s freezing!

Promise you won’t laugh?

This is what you wanted right?

Stop! You’re making me blush!

I think I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.

What are you wearing?

Can I walk you there?

Do you want to go again?

I’d do it all over again, if it meant I could meet you.

Hey, it’s time for bed.

I am twelve kinds of confused right now. But fuck are you cute. 

Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.

If you don’t shut up, I’m going to make you shut up. 

It’s the first snowfall of the season.

I only ever see X smile when they’re with you. 

Come watch the meteor shower with me.

I want to go swimming.

Let’s go to the beach. 

We should take a vacation.

Why are you acting so calm!? I’m meeting your parents for the first time! What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t think I’m good enough?

This is all I ever wanted in life.

I never thought this is where I’d be one day. But I can’t imagine myself anywhere else now. 

Let’s give this a shot...you and me. 

Don’t flatter yourself.

Make me. 

Truth or dare?

What’s so funny?

You’re lucky you’re cute.

When you kiss me my brain goes stupid. 

Let’s stay in bed all day.

Let’s take a bath.

You’re so tense. Let me give you a massage.

The sound of your heartbeat reminds me that all of this is real.

I know you know that I like you.

I’ve never felt this way with anyone else before. 

Come and find me. 

I love you more.

I felt like I was surrounded by darkness until I met you. 

You make me want to be a better person. 

Can you teach me how to do it?

The kids are asleep and we have the rest of the evening to ourselves.

I also want to add @serial-chillr​‘s OC morning questions, because they too were part of my inspiration.

What’s the first thing your OC does when they wake up?

Is it the same as what they would prefer the first thing to be?

Up early or sleep late?

Do they have a morning routine? What is it?

What’s their favorite breakfast?

Someone starts talking to them before they’ve had their tea/coffee/beverage of choice. What happens?

[phoenixfell]

Protecting Yourself & Creating a Good Experience

An unfortunate post necessitated by recent events.  The unfortunate truth of reality is that we, as non-psychic human beings, are unable to determine with certainty the motives of other humans around us.  If someone claims to have good intentions but are hurting you, are they simply presenting themselves poorly or are they lying entirely?  This is a question you can never truly answer, but here I will guide you through some ways to protect yourself while being kind to yourself and others.

You may reblog this if you’d like.  

Although this post was created specifically in response to the turmoil in the Avatar: The Last Airbender fandom, it’s not specific to this exact situation and the purpose is not to take a side.  The purpose is to encourage everyone to do their part in ending hateful behavior and crafting a good community.   

Contents:

0.  Don’t send mean asks to people 1.  Install an IP Tracker on your blog. 1.a (How to) Install an IP Blocker on your blog. 2.  Curating your Experience 3.  Making First Contact 4.  Analyzing a Message 5.  Fiction as Fiction VS Fiction as Reality 6.  The Author’s Duty 7.  Echo Chambers & Lateral Thinking 8.  Accepting Differing Opinions 9.  Good Intentions (Pave the Road to Hell) 10.  Being Mean is Fun (so do it in non-harmful ways) 11.  Morality (Personal, Community, and Legal)

0.  Don’t send mean asks to people.

You know, I saw a post some time ago on the internet that basically said:  Why do we see so many posts teaching people how to avoid being raped and virtually nothing telling people not to rape others?  So, as obvious as this may sound, I’m going to give you a gentle reminder to not send mean asks to people.

Perhaps you are angry.  Perhaps something else is bothering you.  Perhaps you honestly feel like you are doing the right thing.  These feelings are entirely valid and I understand.  However, being mean to someone else on the internet is not going to solve anything.  At best, it’s going to get you ignored and at worst, it’s going to actively escalate things.  

If you feel down, depressed, or upset, consider this service:  https://www.crisistextline.org/

US and Canada: text 741741 UK: text 85258 | Ireland: text 50808

It’s a confidential service that will help support you.

On the other hand, if you feel like you genuinely have a bone to pick with someone, take a step back.  Get a cup of coffee, or tea; watch a YouTube video, and later on in this post we’ll discuss cooperative problem solving, the importance of word choice, and how to deescalate a situation.  

1.  Install an IP Tracker on your blog.

This is a very simple and completely legal process.  The easiest way to do so is to sign up for Statcounter.  This is a website for market and visitor analysis, but it does IP tracking for free, which is what we’re looking for.  The site will even guide you through installing it.  However--do not post it into the description.  In my experiences, this does not work.  Instead, click Edit HTML, search for <body>, and paste it directly underneath that.

For this to work most effectively, make sure that you have the Timestamps extension enabled within the inbox in XKit.  If you do not have XKit installed, you can find directions on their Tumblr page, here:  https://new-xkit-extension.tumblr.com/

1.a.  (How to) Install an IP Blocker on your blog.

Although Tumblr claims to give you the ability to IP Block through the inbox by blocking anonymous asks, many people have expressed doubts that it actually works.  Therefore, here’s an explanation showing you how to do it yourself.  There are three steps to this, all taking place in the Edit HTML section we’ve left off in last section.

1.

Directly below where the web analytics code above ends, paste this:

<script type="text/javascript" src="https://l2.io/ip.js?var=userip"></script>

2.

Directly below the previous command, paste this:

<script>

function ipBlock() {        var ip = userip;     //example: "0.0.0.0", "5.5.5.5", "3.3.3.3",     var bannedips=[         "155.555.55.55"     ];     var handleips=bannedips.join("|");     handleips=new RegExp(handleips, "i");            if (ip.search(handleips)!=-1){ 

                window.location.replace("http://www.tumblr.com");        } 

} </script>

You can customize this script in a few ways.  First, bannedips needs to be the ip(s) you wish to block.  You can add more by separating them by commas and enclosing them in quotes, as the example shows.  Secondly, in the window.location.replace line, you can insert any valid address.  Here are some suggestions I give people:

Tumblr homepage.  Basic and effective.

A link to a Google search of something, e.g. How to not send mean asks on the internet

Your own tumblr blog, so they get stuck in a refresh loop

A similarly spelled but nonexistent blog, to give the illusion you deleted/moved 

3.  

Finally, add onload=“ipBlock()” to your body tag:

<body onload = "ipBlock()">

That should be everything to get it working.  If you want to test it, click the link in step two, copy and paste the IP address that is displayed into the bannedips, save, and visit your blog.  If it’s working right, you should get thrown off.   

If you don’t want your IP Block active, just remove step three and return your tag to <body>.  

2.  Curating Your Experience

Although Tumblr itself does not allow the functionality, there are ways to ensure that certain words do not appear on your dashboard.  XKit has a blacklist feature which will hide posts containing certain words.  Also of note is the wildcard feature, which is accessed by adding an asterisk after the word, ex.

nsfw   ->  Only blocks exactly that word and that tag nsfw*  ->  Will block any word or tag containing that phrase

However, I would like to gently notify you that there is significant research that actively avoiding content does more harm than good!  Only you can know what is best for you, but there is a such thing as excessive avoidance.  

3.  Making First Contact

If there’s anything you take from this post, please let it be this one thing:

Always be kind.  At first.  Then tear them a new one if necessary.  

The inevitable happens.  As far as you can tell, you’re minding your own business on your blog.  Your ask box lights up and you perk up, wondering which of your friends is reaching out to you.

Instead, the message is nasty, condemning you for your support of your favorite ship and the theme of your blog.

You’re upset, of course!  And you have every right to be!  You put a lot of time and effort into this blog and your ship, and to have someone so coldly butt in--you can feel the frustration mounting!  Tears are glistening and your body trembles as you type up a strongly worded essay and--

Stop.

It’s okay.

Take a deep breath and step away from your emotions for a minute.  Your emotions are valid-- but so are the sender’s.  

Instead of starting a fight, be kind.  It may hurt.  You may not want to be, but I promise you it’s worth it.  Here’s a template response:

Hi, anon.  I’m really sorry that you feel this way about [thing] and will gladly take it into consideration in the future.  Could you please tell me more about why you dislike [thing]?  If you’d like to take some time to gather your thoughts, I’d be happy to discuss this issue with you.  

Let me confess something.  I don’t suggest this out of pure kindness.  I suggest this because their response will tell you what you need to know.  Remember how the intro talked about how people’s intentions are incredibly hard to figure out?  This is a little trick I like to use to get them to play their cards.  

There are three possible responses:  They respond angrily, they respond kindly and respectfully, or they don’t respond at all.

In the first case, you may get something that resorts to expletives.  They may call you names.  They may tell you to delete your blog or any other amount of nasty things.  It’s very likely that your very attempt at kindness will anger this person!  This is a troll/bully whose sole interest is to get you upset and get themselves attention.  At this point, you can safely delete and ignore the messages without any guilt.  

In the second case, you have a person with a genuine grievance who just happened to address it poorly.  Both of you have a duty to humanity to resolve the problem respectfully and politely.  You’ve avoided escalating the conflict, you may learn something new and you may even make a new friend!

This also applies to reaching out to someone for the first time.  You see someone doing something you don’t like.  Oh, it just makes you blind with rage!

Again.  I’m going to advise you to stop. Take a deep breath.  No one responds well to name-calling and being condemned.  There’s a few techniques you can use (see if you can spot them in the template message):

Listen to their opinions

Actively ask to hear their opinion

Ask for clarification

Validate the way they feel

Avoid casting blame 

(These techniques work a lot in real life, too!)

Again, there are some genuinely scummy people in life!  But, there are many, many more ignorant people.  A gentle pointer goes much further than yelling and screaming.  

4.  Analyzing a Message

We’ve all been there.  We’ve gotten a message and we’ve panicked--do they hate me now?!  Is this a troll message or genuine criticism?!

Again.  Relax.  Push aside your emotions and focus on the logical words as they appear before you.  Ask yourself if you are reading a tone that doesn’t exist.  For example, not everyone puts active thought into choosing between “ok”, “Ok”, “okay”, “Okay”, “ok.” etc.  Sometimes an ok is just that.  An ok.  

Break the message into parts.  Find the logical structures and decipher them piece by piece.  Someone who throws some very hurtful words into a message may indeed have a point, despite coming off as very crude.  Accept that different parts of a message may mean different things.  The world is very complicated and multifaceted.  Try to avoid sticking labels to things.  

5.  Fiction as Fiction VS Fiction as Reality

I’ve seen a lot of arguments floating around recently that seem to think that these two ideas exist in a vacuum.  It’s simply not true.  The ideas are entwined intrinsically--Fiction is both fiction and reality.  Fiction was created to mimic reality yet extend it far beyond what can happen in the confines of reality.  What happens in reality impacts fiction and what happens in fiction impacts reality.  

This is undeniable.  

Both of these ideas exist, and as the author it is your duty to figure out what that means for you.

You cannot hide behind Fiction as Fiction to ignore your responsibilities as an author.

You cannot hide behind Fiction as Reality to promote censorship.  

Both of these ideas are far too simple for the complicated world we live in.  A complicated concept requires complicated solutions.  

Every word you write has an impact on the people that reads it.  This is the very definition of writing.  We use writing as a tool to share emotions.  Extend empathy.  We use writing to make people cry, to make people laugh, to make people angry.  

To deny that this impact exists is to deny what writing is.  

But censorship is not an option.  Censorship prevents these stories from being told, and quite frankly, no one should have the right to decide what story should and shouldn’t be told, regardless of what is in that story.  

What is the solution then?  There is no easy answer. 

6.  The Author’s Duty

When you put words before another human being, it becomes your responsibility as a moral individual to give your best effort into ensuring that those words have a positive impact on the individual.

This doesn’t mean not making them cry.  Or not making them upset.  It means ensuring that the morals you impart on them are sound and logical.  

How one achieves this is up to you.  

In general, tone makes all the difference.  Writing murder in a positive light versus writing murder in a negative light can drastically alter how the audience perceives your scene.  

Empathy, too, can help sway your audience.  If your writing must involve racist police officers stopping a young black man, make sure you delve into how unfair this is, how terrifying it is, how this needs to change.  Do not normalize it.  Do not let it go by without a somber note indicating your awareness of the topic.  

Sometimes, the solution is to simply avoid the issue.  There are certain topics that only some individuals should write about, and that’s just how it is.  This isn’t to say that you can’t write about it, but keep that writing private.  

Most importantly, do your research, and ask for help and keep an open mind.  It’s a grave responsibility and you may not do it right and that’s okay!  Everyone is capable of learning.  Everyone is capable of changing.  

7.  Echo Chambers & Lateral Thinking

An echo chamber is a phenomenon where an individual’s exposure to certain topics becomes self-enforcing because they don’t see, or actively avoid, differing opinions.  

Echo chambers are also exactly what happens when a rift this massive opens in a small community.  

When Orange blocks Green and starts posting about it, all of Orange’s friends decide whether they agree or not.  The overwhelming majority, due to peer pressure, will agree.  Many of them will then block Green and the users directly associated with them.  In retaliation, Green will defend themselves.  Because Orange’s group had already blocked Green, Green’s friends only seen Green’s point of view and will rise in response to the perceived slight.  

What results are two heavily biased groups of users that refuse to communicate with one another and many individuals swept into the mess because they don’t wish to be isolated.   

Even worse, it turns a complicated and multi-faceted issue into a binary issue.  Either you agree with Orange or you agree with Green.  The world is not this simple.  

Instead, I would encourage everyone to practice lateral thinking of their own accord.  I would encourage you to make your own decisions, rather than blindly supporting or condemning the people around you.  Everyone has their own opinions about what is or isn’t okay, and that’s perfectly fine.  Even your closest friends will have different opinions than you.  

8.  Accepting Differing Opinions 

Once you’ve accepted these different opinions (good on you!) what do you do now?  Simply put, the choice is on you!  There’s a few options:

Quietly accept it

Respectfully debate it

Avoid it

Escalate it

The first two are pretty obvious, and the third one is where blocking people and the blacklist comes in.

The fourth one is extreme and only recommended for activities causing active, known, measurable harm to other people.  

This involves actively seeking a legal entity to handle the issue.

Being mean to people on Tumblr is not a solution.  Tumblr is not a place to pursue a justice agenda.  There are bigger issues in the world, and I encourage you to find ways to make a difference that will actually be fruitful.  Donate to charities.  Extend yourself as support to victims.  Contribute to research.  

Changing the mind of strangers on the internet is not a good use of your time.  

9.  Good Intentions (Pave the Road To Hell)

This has been a phrase for a very long time.  

What does it mean?

Well, I’ll offer my own interpretation.  

It means that people often become absorbed with the idea that they are doing the right thing and forget to be mindful of the true consequences of their actions.  

It doesn’t mean to not do good things.  It means that good is relative and not everyone will find your actions good.  It’s important to keep an open mind and realize that just because you think something is good, doesn’t mean everyone agrees.  

10.  Being Mean is Fun (so do it in non-harmful ways)

Yeah.  

It’s okay.  You can admit it.

Being mean is fun!

If it wasn’t fun, people wouldn’t do it!  In fact, this very blog was created because I found that writing the character being mean was very enjoyable and cathartic!  

So, if you find yourself tempted to be mean to people in your life, maybe find another way to get those emotions out.  Hell, people on tumblr just might appreciate you taking up a nasty, villainous character that’ll tear their character up...

People love angst.  You can take this bad thing and twist it into something good.  

11.  Morality (Personal, Community, and Legal)

Bringing this long post to a close, I would like you all to end by thinking about what morality really is.  In particular, I’d like you to think about morality on three different scales:  Your personal morality, the morality of the community you’re in, and morals as described by laws.

You’ll find that these morals don’t overlap.  

Or, at least they shouldn’t. Please revisit section 7.  

Being aware of morality in these three ways may help you determine how to proceed when going forward.

Do I personally agree with this? Does the community I’m in agree with this? Do the laws have anything to say about this? 

None of these are right.  Everything has different morals, and it’s up to you to find the exact opinions that fit you.  

Don’t let people blindly tell you how you should and shouldn’t feel about a topic, and don’t let people bully you into changing your morals to fit into their perceived moral high ground.  

But at the same time, be open.  Extend yourself to new ideas.  If enough people tell you that something is wrong, it just may be time to listen.

Be you.

Be unique.

Be safe.

And above all, be kind.  

Have a nice night, everyone.  I hope we can all work to a brighter future.  

[katierosefun]

Random Tag

thanks @obirain for the tag! (also i just decided to post this as a sep. thing because i didnt want to clutter up the reblogs)

1. Do you make your bed? 

yes! although i always fail to put my stuffed animals away. (i know im not a thirteen year old anymore i still need my stuffed duck leave me alone)

2. What’s your favorite number? 

uhhh probably 12?

3. What is your job? 

currently out of work, but once i go back to school, i’ll be back to being a costume stock keeper.

4. If you could go back to school, would you? 

well, considering i’m still in school...but after college, i plan to go to law school, so let’s see how that works out!

5. Can you parallel park? 

nope, i don’t know how to drive (yike)

6. A job you had that would surprise people? 

hmmm, i dont really know anyone would be ‘surprised’ by any jobs i had, but i guess something semi-interesting is that when i was 8 years old, my dad asked me to make his powerpoint presentations--which i did. (and he would later show the presentations and use my picture at the last slide to say that i helped, which apparently got him a lot of “aww”s. i dont think i can put that on my resume though.)

7. Do you think aliens are real? 

considering how big the universe is, i would be very surprised if there was no other life.form out there, so sure.

8. Can you drive a manual car? 

nope rip

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? 

ummm idk?? probably watching/listening to asmr eating channels?? (which is so?? bizarre? because i dont really like hearing people eat in real life like ughH no i dont want to hear you spitting and chewing that close to me, but like on a youtube video?? it’s different?) idk there’s something just relaxing/satisfying about someone eat mochi i dont know either leave me alone

10. Tattoos? 

hmmm, i’ve kind of always wanted one on my ankle, but then i remember im not too thrilled with the idea of something permanent on my skin. 

11. Favorite color? 

purple. like, either that pastel or the indigo purple right before the sky turns dark. 

12. Favorite type of music? 

i really love orchestral movie music, and that’s kind of what i’ve been listening to the most lately, but i also really love indie, alt/rock.  

13. Do you like puzzles? 

uhhh not really. idk i know that a lot of people do puzzles to calm them down, but puzzles stress me out even more.

14. Favorite childhood sport? 

swimming! i hated being on the swimming team, but i loved swimming a lot as a kid. (and i still do! one of my favorite ways to move around!)

15. Do you talk to yourself? 

not aloud, but yes, i talk to myself quite often. or i talk to the characters i’m writing (and writing takes up about 75% of my time these days), which i would imagine count as talking a little bit to myself. (ie. me screaming at my laptop, “tell mE WHAT YOU WANT YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP STARING SADLY AT THIS PERSON FOR TWO PAGES--”)

16. What movie do you adore? 

a lot of movies! but right now doctor sleep has been a movie i just keep drawing back to. i think it’s a crime that this movie isn’t talked about more, because it’s such a gem?? especially dan and abra’s relationship im--

i will admit that i prefer the book’s ending more than the movie’s ending, but stephen king himself gave the blessing to the movie (which he didn’t with the shining), and tbh that reassures me more than what the critics have to say about the movie. 

17. Coffee or tea? 

preferably tea, but will drink coffee when i’m desperate. 

18. First thing you wanted to be growing up? 

a jedi (i kid you not, i found a letter 8 year old me wrote to ‘the jedi temple’ asking if they could pretty please come down to pick me up). in all seriousness though, i really wanted to be an author as a child! (nothing’s changed)

Tagging: @60sec400, @pandora15, and @sonderwalker! feel free to do the tag, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to! <3

[thekrazykeke]

You’re Perfect

Fandom(s): Attack on Titan, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Batman: the Animated series, Bleach, Black Butler, DragonFable, Dragon Ball Z, Fruits Basket, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hellsing, John Wick, Naruto, Ouran Highschool, Persona 5, SkipBeat!, Suicide Squad, Telltale the Walking Dead, Tokyo Ghoul, Vampire Knight, and more!

Relationship(s): TBD.

Rating: K+ through MA.

Summary: What would you do if had the ability to ignore the boundary between reality and fiction? To be with your ideal person who only exists in anime, manga, movies, and games, etc.? With the power to go wherever you want to, would you stay in a fantastical world or return to reality?

Warning(s): Will be tagged appropriately per chapter and fandom, etc. etc. 

Taglist: Click here to be added.

Tagging: @misspooh​ @ginghampearlsnsweettea @naomithenerdgirl @wojtud-widvut-fecret​ @indigorose049​ @queenofhearts579 @fallinoutoforbit @ashthebootyholetickler​ @one-twisted-bee​ @stichpatched

Those with the strikethrough in their name, I’ll be sending the link through to your DMs, so please leave it open. I’d like to say that the listed fandoms is a cursory overview, and is prone to change. If you have something you’d like me to write about, a fandom and anime you want me to watch, don’t hesitate to tell me. I intend this to be a long running thing for all of us nerds to enjoy together. With that said, this is only the prologue and I hope to improve the chapter length and such from here onwards. 

Stay so stay tuned, hit that like button, reblog, comment, whatever you prefer. Ciao~

~

Prologue

A Normal Day Turned...?

December 11, 20XX RealityLux, Inc. 5:36 P.M.

It never stopped being so jarring.

Being outside, or even, just surrounded by people, no, by strangers, all hustling and bustling, either on their way to some type of appointment, or work, or a friend/family member’s house, or, or something... Everyone always seemed to have a set destination in mind, and they were determined to get there.

Sometimes you found yourself unwillingly swept up in the crowd, with the vibe, the urge, to actually go along with the flow, curious to see where that feeling would take you.

The outcome for occasionally submitting to these whimsical flights of fancy led to awesome destinations, such as a brand new internet cafe that you’d never heard of but quickly fell in love with because of the decor and ambiance, or the park that boasted some of the best up-and-coming local urban artists, and even the black owned businesses which sold your prefered clothing style at a reasonable price.

During days like those, it felt as if you truly had the best of luck.

Well, honestly, the past several years felt like that. 

Unluckily for you, you’d grown up into and been around long enough to witness the travesty and endless tragedies that plagued this crooked nation due to warmonger presidents like Bush. Cried with overwhelming joy when President Obama was elected, and cried again when his final term ended. 

You’d wept furious tears over the fact that Hilary had not been elected, even though she was really just more of the same, and could not sleep peacefully during the four years that President Orange was in the White House. You’d lived through terror and injustice and bigotry. Or, well, correction, people stopped pretending to care whether or not they were labeled as racists and Neo Nazis. You learned to keep your head down even more during that time, to watch out for people not just at night time, but also during the day. 

America has always been a terrible country instilled with hypocrites to the extreme but those four years had aged you well beyond your years. After Trump’s impeachment, although his Vice President tried to step up to the plate, it would seem that a higher power decided to have mercy.

Michelle Obama decided to run for President, and she won.

During her time in the White House, many things, both gradually and quickly, came to pass. Things that were long overdue, such as the rich and elitist members of society paying more on taxes, minimum wage being increased, pedophiles and rapists getting the maximum sentences, college tuition was lowered to an affordable price or free altogether, increased salary for women, etc. There just isn’t any possible way that Michelle would be able to undo the ugliness and rot that infected America for so many years.  You still hated this country, but with her in charge, you learned to hate it just a little less. 

Pop!

With a blink, you found yourself smiling on autopilot. Two of your coworkers, Jessica and Kate, were laughing and giggling as they poured themselves some bubbly champagne before going around the room.

“Aaaand youuu,” The bubbles are floating to the top, the scent of the champagne wafting upwards to your nose, “Get the rest because you clinched that deal with Bandai.” Kate praised, flashing her bleached white toothed smile in your direction. “Go, [Your Last Name]! Woo!”

“Ohh, we’re cheering now! Woo-wooo!!” Jessica joined in, raising her free hand in an enthusiastic wave. 

Raising the glass in a faint salute, “Mm, c’mon, guys.” You took a sip of your drink. “This was a team effort.” Actually it wasn’t, but it sounded better to say it that way.

“Don’t be so modest, [Your Last Name].” One of the few random guys at the party piped up. “C’mon, give us a speech!”

Before you knew it, several more people had took up the call. 

“Speech! Speech! Speech!”

Closing your eyes briefly, you inhale and then exhale. Raising your glass, you smiled a bit wider, and waited until they settled down. “It’s been an honor to work with you all for so many years. I hope to be working with you for many more years to come.Thank you.” 

Short, sweet and to the point.

It gained a few good natured groans and people wanting to hear more, but they were quickly distracted by the caterers who brought in food and more wine and champagne. That was the perfect opportunity for you to sneak off, claiming that you were going to use the bathroom, placing the flute of half drunk alcohol on the nearest table while on the way out the door. 

As soon as you were in the hallway, away from your colleagues, the (fake) smile that’s been plastered on your face all day fell off. You walked as quickly as possible with the four inch heels you’re wearing, reaching a flight of stairs and held onto the railing as hustled down them. 

There’s a smile is on your face again as you take that last step, and this time, it’s genuine, because of the man holding his hand out to you so gallantly. You took his hand with a little laugh, accepting the small bouquet that he offered with his free hand. 

“Cinderella rushing off from her ball before it’s even midnight. Classic, I love it.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and whacked him on the arm lightly. “Oh! Ow.” Feigning injury, he clutched at the ‘hurting’ part. “Violent. I guess you’re not Cinderella but that kick ass girl from Ella Enchanted.” 

“Shut up. You’re so ridiculous, Mr. Hunt.” Shaking your head, you pretended to be upset, looking away with a huff. Only to really huff with annoyance when your ear is flicked. “Eli, stop~”

“That’s right, you better call me by my first name. ‘Mr. Hunt’ is my father, as you well know, little girl.” Eli grabbed you by both your hands, tugging you ever closer. 

And closer. 

Close enough that you catch a whiff of his cologne that he’s wearing and it smells expensive, woodsy. 

Perfect.

“Eli, you found her!” 

The moment is broken. 

You jerked your hands free and smile automatically as another woman came running up to you and Eli, holding onto a wrapped, square box. “Kymbrea, hey!” You open your arms and laugh slightly as she handed off the package to Eli before wrapping her arms around you in a hug. After a few minutes, you patted her on the back to signal her to let go and she did, accepting the package back again, before holding it out to you.

“Congrats on getting that deal with Bandai. Knew you could do it. So proud of you, best friend!” Kymbrea happily proclaimed. “C’mon, open it, open it, open it.” With a needling voice, she gently cajoled you.

“Kym, hey, baby, that’s enough.” With a slight laugh, Eli tugged her out of your space. A pang went through your heart and the smile on your face felt a little brittle. Neither of them seemed to notice, thank god. “I’ll take this wild woman off your hands.” As he glanced at you, smiling as if nothing was amiss, as if he hadn’t been... Hell, you didn’t even know anymore. Maybe it’s all in your head? With an awkward nod and smile, that he accepted without issue, he wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her up the stairs, “We’ll see you later, [Your Name].”

You watched them go upstairs for a minute or two, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed and dismissed. Swallowing the lump in your throat, hands still full with the gifts, you instead push those unnecessary feelings to the side.

Walking out the lobby to the front entrance, where the valet already has your car pulled up and ready for you, key dangling from his hand. You ignore his curious, slightly concerned stare, tossing the bouquet inside and on the backseat, the wrapped package getting only slightly better treatment. 

Snagging the car key, you hand him a tip and then go around to the driver’s side, climbed in and then closed the door after you. Adjusting the heat in the car and the mirrors, you put the key in the ignition, made sure no one was behind you before taking off. 

The further and further away you get from the rented out hotel, the less the feeling in your chest aches. It’s something you don’t take much stock in, you can’t afford to. For awhile, you drive around, only to eventually come to your favorite market.

It was getting dark, so you decided to do a quick in ‘I’m feeling sorry for myself’ and out run. So chocolate, poptarts, bottles of Lipton tea, the usual. All in all, less than fifteen minutes and then you were driving to your apartment. Seeing it from a distance still took your breath away. 

You’d done this, this was your life, after all this time, you’d achieved that which seemed unachievable. 

Living at the top, finally. It didn’t matter that it felt a little like a hollow victory.

After having a small conversation with the doorman, politely declining his help with your groceries and the two gifts you’d received. Your neighbor, some white guy you didn’t know the name of, didn’t allow you to refuse, citing reasons for why it wouldn’t be decent to let you suffer this alone, and eventually you agreed if only to get to him to stop; together, you and he caught the elevator for the top floor where your apartment is. Letting yourself in first, you told him thanks for the help, and he smiled, lingering. You handed him whatever was left in your wallet, a generous amount and still he lingered. It was starting to be uncomfortable so you slammed the door in his face, locking it shut quickly. quickly kicking off your heels and slipping on your flip flops. 

Tossing the flowers into the trash, you began to put away most of the groceries, leaving only a couple boxes of poptarts and a case of tea out. The sound of running water is loud in the apartment, but familiar. Cleaning out a mug, you pour the bottled tea inside, along with a few ice cubes, grabbing the matching saucer. 

Walking into the living room, you turned on the TV, placing the mug of tea on the coffee table side the couch. Reaching into your back pocket of your pants, you pull out your cell phone, also putting it on the coffee table after putting it on ‘read’. 

Much more comfortable.

Sitting on the couch with your feet tucked neatly in criss-cross applesauce style, leaning back against the pillow, you grabbed the PS4 controller, pressing the power button and quickly choosing the game that you’d digitally downloaded. Thankfully, it’s fully downloaded and updated, ready to play. 

For hours, you lose yourself in the combat, grunting with dissatisfaction when your on screen character is overwhelmed, or cheering with triumph when you finally beat a mini boss or passed a quest. 

Only once your fingers started to cramp and you couldn’t ignore the urge to drink the tea, did you press pause. Sipping at your tea, you flexed your fingers, pressing the button on your cellphone and it lit up, showing off your message from Kymbrea which read simply ‘U play it yet?’ and inadvertently, you gaze drifted to the package sitting by your front door, which you’d dropped carelessly. 

Feeling guilty, you huff out a sigh. 

Getting up again, lightly tossing the controller back onto the couch, you walk over the package, picking it up and returning to your original spot. Carefully peeling off the wrapper, you reveal a totally pitch black box except for the bright red logo XR on it. 

Raising an eyebrow, you opened the box and pull out a VR headset, a tiny controller, and instructions. Shaking the box, wondering if that’s it, out fluttered a piece of paper in pretty, delicate cursive, ‘I’ve already uploaded everything I knew you’d like. Happy early Christmas! xo, K.’

Shrugging, you sighed and completely decided to let what happened earlier go. Kymbrea had done nothing wrong, she is your best friend. If anything, you’re the problem. With that little (depressing) pep talk finished, you fired off a text, telling her thanks and that you were checking out her gift now. Once that’s finished, you set up the VR headset, all the cables and cords, and then put the headset on after making sure everything is up to date. 

After some labels and companies that you didn’t know about and you assumed were associated with the game popped up in front of your vision, after that, that’s when things got a bit weird. There’s a black woman, who looks terribly, terribly familiar, walking straight towards you. Before she gets too close, she stops and tilts her head in that same weird mannerism that you know, but--

/Welcome to HTC Vive, the virtual reality which caters to all your needs. Before we can move on to the first chapter of the game, we’ll have to go through the registration to make sure everything is in order. Is that okay?/

Resisting the urge to groan out loud by Kymbrea’s utter cheesiness, yet also grudgingly appreciating the gesture, you decide to fight through the embarrassment because the AI looks so familiar to you because she was created, designed, whatever the term, to look exactly like you.

Once you finish up registration, verifying that yes, you’re over 18, and yes, you’re over 21, you don’t mind violence or gore, you know to take breaks and be careful of flashing lights, etc.

/So, the initial set up is complete. Some chapters will be better established with voice recognition, but can be played without. Do you wish to install this software?/

Literally going to kill Kymbrea, just shove a pillow over her face and smother her to death. Unwittingly, you groaned in sheer torture, before saying yes, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. 

/Understood. Voice recognition approved./ 

The AI’s voice changed to suit yours and whoa, that was kind of freaky but also pretty awesome? 

Whatever, you’d think seriously about it later. 

/We’re about to start your journey. Please make sure that you’ve done everything you needed to do beforehand because this chapter will be shorter or longer to suit your needs./

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, come on. Once you answered the last minute questions, such as what you wanted to be called, your preference for your partners (male/female or otherwise), and other 18+ questions that you refused to admit got you hot under the collar, as soon as you hit the ‘Accept’ button, that’s when things really, truly honestly got weird. 

Technicolors burst across your vision. The AI lady took steps towards you and she wasn’t stopping. You were freaked the fuck out something terrible, cussing up a storm and as you reached up, about to pull the headset off, figuring this had to be some kind of mcfucking joke or jumpscare or something, and then her hand is touching yours and that shouldn’t be possible at all.You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, or you don’t think it does? 

You hear static and your vision turns black.

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Stay tuned for the next update of You’re Perfect! You wake up in the bed of........?

[lunerbean]

Witch tips 1

Since this is a new blog, I've decided that for every 10 followers I get, I'll post 10 tips, pieces of advice, spells, or general witchy things that I do that I want to pass on to others! I'll be tagging them all as #10tips on my blog so that, in the future when there's more, there will be an easy way to find them when you want them. Enjoy!

1. When making a wand, take it with you everywhere you go to form a bond with it before you officially initiate it into your tools.

When I started making my wand, I was on a road trip across the US west coast. I blessed it in the ocean, many different rivers, and the most beautiful lake I've ever been to. Taking it on my journey with me made me feel like it was a part of me, as it should be!

2. Water is magic, read all about it!

My boyfriend found a book on the magical properties of water at a witchy shop we visited in a small town in Oregon called Charlton. The shop was called Amethyst and Alchemy if you ever find yourself near it. I highly recommend it. The book was very informative and actually science based, if you're interested. The studies are extremely interesting and can help you when making moon water or any spells that have to do with water.

3. Cleanse, charge, connect, repeat.

Whenever you feel you need to cleanse anything, be it your tarot cards, your crystals, your wand, anything... cleanse it! I'll have tips on my favorite cleansing method later in this post, but you can use any method you prefer. After you cleanse the item(s) recharge them and give them a lot of energy. Afterwards, remind the item who you are. Tips on connection will also be later.

4. Research how to tell if a crystal is fake.

I'm so sorry to say it, but a lot of stores these days will jump at the opportunity to take advantage of you. Make sure you look into what to look for in each crystal and how to tell if one is real or a glass dupe BEFORE you spend your hard earned money on them.

5. Make yourself a cup of tea.

There is a tea for every occasion. And there are so many tea recipes on here, I know I reblogged a huuuuuge list a little while ago. Make sure you stir clockwise to invoke and counterclockwise to dispel.

6. Clean up your act!

Here are some of my favorite cleansing techniques! Of course, you don't HAVE to do it this way. There are dozens of different ways to cleanse your tools, but this is just my preferred method that I've created over time.

Step one: lay the item in a shell or some kind of bowl shaped piece of nature. I use a shell that I found on a beach, it's filled with happy memories for me.

Step two: light some sage.

Step three: Take the item you want to cleanse. If you have multiple items, take them one at a time.

Step four: pass the item through the smoke of the sage.

Step five: hold the item in your fist, make sure there's space for airflow around the item. It's okay if it sticks out of your hand or if it's too big for you to hold it entirely, just try your best.

Step six: gently blow into your hand (or onto the object, if it's huge) while focusing on positive thoughts and positive energy.

And you're done, it's all clean!

7. Get yourself a witch name... or two.

A lot of witches in the community have a witch name. Throughout history, witches have had to use secret names in order to survive. Others have done so as a way to feel closer to the craft. I use one to honor the witches who had to hide, who were murdered because people knew their birth names; to stand in solidarity with our fallen sisters.

So, why two names? Some witches use two separate witch names. One for their coven to use, and one that is never to be spoken to others. The second name is between you and your deities or you and your craft. Personally, I don't have any deities or gods that I worship, so I use my second witch name between myself and my craft. My coven witch name is Violet.

8. Build a connection with every tool you use.

There are many, many, many ways to connect with the items you use in your craft. Again, you don't have to do what I do, but I encourage you to give it a try. You might like it! Here are some of my favorite ways to connect to your tools:

Sleep with it under your pillow. Take it with you everywhere you go. Hold it in your hands while meditating, or to your heart. Spend some time alone with it, really getting to know it as if it's a person you're interested in building a friendship with.

9. Find the best way to make sigils... the best way for YOU.

I've seen so many different styles and templates for making sigils, so which one is the right one? Well that's up to you, honey. As long as you put your influence, power, and intentions into it, it'll work just fine.

10. Remove negative words from positive sigils

When defining your intentions and expectations from a sigil, make sure you never use words like "not" or "won't" these words are negatives that can be cancelled out through positive intention. What I mean to say is, focus on what you WANT from the sigil, not what you DON'T want.

For example, rather than making a sigil saying "I will not fail this test" try instead for, "I will pass this test." Another example would be, instead of saying "I do not crave my vices" try "I am stronger than my vices"

I'll go more about the reasons and explanations as to why this is important at a later date. Basically, just clarify your intentions.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed and maybe even learned something from me. As always, please feel free to inbox me with any questions or for advice or anything you want. I check it everyday and I'm always here for you.

[fhimechan]

#Hannigra(ha)m Meet-Cute Challenge

Summer came back and so, inevitable like the heat wave, does our meet cute. This month, we celebrate our first artwork!

@murderfriesandgayguys filled the prompt  #1 (“B works at a bookstore and offers assistance to an embarrassed A, a customer carrying a large stack of self-help books”) with a beautiful fanart, which you can find and reblog here.

As for the fanfiction side, I finally filled a prompt, asking myself why Will should mistake his roommate for someone else. Encephalitis, that's why. You don't see enough, you see too much #3: A walks into the kitchen, half-asleep, and mistakes B for her roommate. B knows the roommate and stayed overnight; makes breakfast for A. 

These two prompts come in addition to the currently filled ones: #29: Welcome to Widdershins Close by @zigzag-wanderer #110: Fancy meeting you by @mazephoenix #74: Going My Way by @fragile-teacup #55: A Face Like Yours by @hannibalsimago #13: Admirable Deceit by @cinnamaldeide

As usual, in place of the filled prompt we chose two others scenarios which we (I) would love to see depicted in vivid details, or in gory ones, possibly in porny ones 👀

#230: A is waiting in line when they notice B who looks incredibly familiar, but A can’t quite place where they recognize them from. When they exchange glances, A smiles and says hello, thinking that they must have met before – until B says, “Do we know each other?” After talking for a few minutes A realizes that they recognize B from… um, well some amateur NSFW videos online.

#240: A stops at the pub near their house to pick up some food on the way home (they make the best fries in the neighbourhood) when A receives a phone call – and some terrible news. A starts crying and B, the bartender, asks A what’s wrong. As A opens up to them, B gives A a drink on the house, and helps talk them through it.

After @murderfriesandgayguys suggested "dancing in a nightclub" as their next prompt, we realized there's a world of wonderful ideas beyond the list we chose. Would you guys be interested in substituting the filled prompts not only with prompts from the list but also with original ones?

The complete prompt list of the month is this one, which we hope could pick your imagination.

#22: A is having a quiet night at home – that is, until A’s apartment neighbour begins blasting music. Frustration levels rising, A goes to knock on the neighbour’s door to ask them to keep it down… at the same time B, the resident on the other side, is about to. Need more detail? Click on the post.

#32: A checks into a cozy inn while on a cross-country road trip, beyond tired and ready to collapse. When A gets to the assigned room, he or she is in for a surprise! Someone else, B, is already in the room. Uh-oh.

#50: A is at his/her cousin’s wedding. At the reception, A wanders over to B, a stranger, and in the spirit of the romance and happiness in the air, asks if they’re here for the groom or the bride. B’s answer is both simple and, ultimately, confusing: “Neither.”

#116: Although A normally goes to the cafe on Thursday evenings, A’s sibling had called in tears, and s/he had been forced to miss it. So instead A goes the next evening, sitting down at a table with a fresh cup of tea, and then abruptly realized that Friday night was Speed Dating night as B slides into the chair opposite and says, “They say you and I only have five minutes, but I can tell we’re going to need longer.”

#117: A is a professional assassin hired to take out a client’s cheating husband. But the client also spoke to B, a close friend, who has made it his/her’s own mission to also kill the husband. Unfortunately, both A and B have chosen the same night to do so, and it just so happens that B is a bit clumsy… and keeps getting in A’s way.

#143: A’s blind date just left, mumbling some sort of excuse about leaving the stove on. Confused and feeling rejected, A sits orders another beer at the bar, wondering where s/he went wrong. B, who had witnessed the situation, goes over and says sympathetically, “I think I know what went wrong… there’s something in your teeth.”

#162: A is interviewing potential roommates and is having very little luck. When it comes to B, A says, “I’m so sorry, I don’t think this is going to work. I can’t live with someone that I’d like to ask out.”

#166: A is at a coffee shop and sits down at a table, only to find a book on the chair. Intrigued, A starts flipping through it, and realizes it’s actually someone’s journal that had been left behind! And it’s fascinating. Unfortunately, B, the journal’s author, rushes back to retrieve it… and is horrified to see A reading it. But A, having gotten a feel for this person through his/her writing, asks if they want to go out sometime.

#176: A works at a pet store and is utterly surprised when B bursts through the door in a hurry and walks up to the cash without looking around. Out of breath, A says, “Please don’t ask why, but what do capybaras eat?”

#180: There has been a series of recent break-ins in A’s neighbourhood. B, a cop, knocks on A’s door to recommend safety measures and to ask if A has noticed anything peculiar — A hasn’t really seen anything, but invites the cop and his/her charming smile inside for coffee and a bit of false information so s/he might stay a while.

#186: A is walking through the park at night and notices B following close behind. With every step A is getting more and more paranoid until finally, as B goes to pass A, A swivels on his/her heel and punches B in the face! Turns out, B really was just trying to quicken his/her pace to make it home in time for the hockey game.

#207: A meets B and falls immediately for them, but B clearly doesn’t feel the same. After being rejected, A calls on Anteros, the avenger of unrequited love, to exact vengeance on B.

#210: A is a writer struggling to find inspiration for their next book. The publishers are breathing down their neck and the pressure is almost more than A can take. When A comes across an old Greek book in a thrift store, A brings it home and flips through the pages…. only to come across an old chant that was supposed to bring inspiration to those who read it out loud. A gives it a shot and… oh dear. Oh, oh dear. Somehow that summoned B, one of the Muses, to A’s living room.

#215: A is brought in to the police station for questioning about a crime they know nothing about and is put in an interrogation room… with B, who is another suspect in this particular case.

#239: A is sitting in a cafe trying to casually read their book, but is distracted by B’s loud phone conversation at the table over. B tells a joke over the phone, which makes A crack up unexpectedly – B looks over at A, annoyed that they were eavesdropping, but also appreciative that at least someone liked their joke! B hangs up and offers to tell A another.

#246: A was fatally wounded in an accident and suddenly finds themself looking down at their own lifeless body in confusion. B is a reaper and offers A guidance… but A doesn’t want to do the whole follow the light bullshit. A wants to flirt with the cute reaper.

#248: A is a barista and has come to recognize the regulars and their orders. One day, B walks in and A greets them, starting to prepare their order, when B stops A with a sigh: “I’m not who you think I am.” After receiving a blank stare from A who has no idea how to respond to that, B continues, “I have a twin. I’m the other one.”

#252: A is in the public library and notices a strange book that looks like it doesn’t belong in this section. A moves along to another genre, but it seems that this book is in every section… almost like it’s following A. How peculiar! When A finally picks it up to see what exactly it is, B appears out of thin air, and simply says, “I’ve been waiting fifty years for you.”

And as always, we'd achieve nothing without the help of @hanniwinsagrahamy, @diemetzgermeisterin, @niceven-silace, @jenacar and @mistikfir, who keep spreading the word ♥

So... How do you imagine our favorite Murder Husbands first meeting? Is it lust at first sight? Is Will dying in the heat (like us all) and feeling inclined to remove his clothes? Would he rather move to Alaska? 

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perfect storm [pt 2] (ruby martinez x reader x cesar diaz)

PART 1 | PART 2 | 

request : n/a

summary : a little more is revealed to you about the current situations of the gang.

warnings : flirting, cussing, violence

pronouns : she/her

tag list: @shippingfangurl (comment to be added)

a/n : as u know I’m bad w deadlines so pleaseasdfsdfhdskjH DONT BULLY ME INTO WRITING IT FASTER  P L E A S E  remember last time??? I literally stopped writing in general for like a year. 

ruby darted his eyes across the room to the door to make sure it was shut completely. you rolled your eyes.

“what, is there a gang war happening?” you joked. you sat up and leaned in with a serious tone, “wait is there a gang war, because I swear to god Spooky got me fucked up if Cesars in it like a bitch is about to throw some motherfuckin hands-” 

“what? no” ruby scrunched his nose. “you're tripping. like mad tripping. theres just some tension between our gang. I was tryna inform you on it before you accidentally initiated an ACTUAL war.” he emphasized the actual with a large hand gesture which smacked you in the boob. “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, I'm sorry shit don't kill me fuck”.

you burst out laughing while holding your boobs from bouncing everywhere, and looked up at Ruby with tears in your eyes. “I'm fucking- ruby, are you still a virgin?” you got out through short chuckles.

“I am a man of god- and I will save myself for marriage!” he huffed. “and you? still a pure dove amongst a sky full of crows?” 

“first of all ruby- what the FUCK are you talking about. also, you really thought that by now id still be a virgin? you're the one mad tripping. have you seen my banging body??” you joked, and both you and ruby were laughing. Cesar peeked in through a small crack in the door and Ruby saw him, immediately throwing a pillow at him and shrieking his name.

“IM GOING IM LEAVING GOD!” Cesar groaned, the door shutting on his finger by just a centimeter. 

“ok- so heres the tea.” “spill.”  “so monse went to some summer camp for like writing and shit right? so after she leaves, Cesar pulls some wack ass shit and says that he banged her right before she left, but we later find out that he only said that to claim her, which he did ONLY to protect her from Spooky.” 

“are you sure it was only?” 

“what” “what if they're like... a thing”

“no. impossible. they would Never. theyd tell me first. its like major betrayal.”

“sure... but I'm not buying it. they seem to be a little too close to be just friends...” “but they've always been like that??” ruby started to panic.

“my point exactly” you looked at ruby. you both stared at each other for a solid ten seconds then suddenly could not stop laughing. 

“SHUSH!! WHATS ALL THAT BULLA???” you heard Mrs. Martinez yell, and you both quieted down. 

“anyways... thats all there is to it. any further complication arise, feel free to contact me at THIS number exactly” he proceeds to write his phone number, which you already had, on your arm.  “thanks I guess?” you chuckle, and hug Ruby tight, making sure to make him ever so slightly uncomfortable with your boobs. He clears his throat then scuttles away making you laugh softly. Then Cesar appears. He closes the door behind you and makes eye contact with a serious expression.  “we need to talk about-” “id rather not.” you cut him off. you didn't want to remember those events. you knew he'd continue to pry so you had to think quick. “I uh- I have a boyfriend” 

Cesar quirked a brow and looked at you. “lil y/n/n? a boyfriend huh?” he laughed. 

“don't look at me like that. I've dated more guys than you think.” you say, “and more girls than you will ever”. Cesar jokingly frowns, but then it quickly deepens into a real one. 

“so... who is this mystery man?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant at the new information. 

“right now, were keeping it on the down low, you feel? trying to stop any drama from happening.” 

“uh-uh” “don't act all sarcastic. its not like you and monse are any different.” you shoot back, earning a panicked expression. 

“how did you-does ruby? I mean, thats crazy, we would never-” “cut the crap Cesar, its so fucking obvious. And no, Ruby doesn't know, nor does Jamal, but again, its so fucking obvious. Its bound to happen” “can you promise me that you won't tell anyone. look- it won't do our friend group any good ok? Please, just give me and monse some time to figure things out.” he says, looking at you with eyes full of worry.  “ok, ok fine. as long as we don't talk about what happened and you don't ask questions about my boyfriend.” “why are both yall so secretive anyways...”  “uhh...” shit, you thought, come up with something fast, “he's from a rival gang down by the bay. if anyone found out, it could be bad news for me and him. He isn't allowed to date or even touch anyone in another gang, and since I've already been jumped in for the Santos-” “you what? when? why did Spooky never tell me this?” “He didn't want you to worry I guess. Last summer.” 

“no. not during- was that what it was?” “yeah, I guess they took it lighter on me since im a girl. it was either get jumped in or do some strip dance on Spooky, to which even he freakin objected. so I decided to just get jumped in you know?” 

“holy shit” “yeah. so shut your mouth and leave me alone to talk with my boyfriend.” you laugh, and walked out the door, taking a deep breath in. you opened you phone, went to favorites, and pressed call. 

the line rung for a while. 

“hey y/n, whats up?” “hey babe- I need a favor. promise you won't freak the fuck out!” 

“uhhhh... ok sure.” “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend”

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Amber OR DEE IF YOU KNOW ME FROM GROUP RP CITTA OR ISOLA!!! Or very rare but twitter rp too!  Nickname: UHM I have a lot but I’d like to see people come up with fun nicknames actually <3 Age: I’m older than ten! 23 for real tho Faceclaim: I use best worst girl teruhashi kokomi but sometimes I forget to add the fc or I post on mobile making it impossible to use fc Pronouns: she/her Height: I think I THINK!!!! 5′5″ like... look it’s been ages since I measured myself man, I got this measurement from junior year of high school when I was hospitalized  Birthday: October 6

Aesthetic: sunny beaches, fall aesthetics (sad to say that i can no longer witness fall junk since i now live in florida rip), food that’s pleasing to look at, pastel aesthetics, spoopy aesthetics 

Last song you listened to: hee hee, the opening of the mob psycho 100, what can I say it’s bomb as HELL! 

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: I have a lot weeps mainly because I rped so many characters but def my first muse the real viola (long story), hilda, sky zel without a doubt, this zel too though, teruhashi kokomi, saiki kusuo, pike queen lucy, kumatora, my oc, several horror rpg characters, fiona beli... namine!!

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): Uhm, haha no big reason really I just love old characters and I want more people to love old characters too, also I love underrated characters and lemme tell you until ultimate this zel did not get all the love she deserves, that’s legit it. 

What are your favorite aspects of your current muse: Dang I can talk all day about her teasing side, since she can be playfully cute once she feels comfortable enough to bully your character it’s just a whole other side to her that’s always fun to write. Aside from that, I admire her tenacity it’s a lot of fun to write just how much she is willing to do to ensure peace for her kingdom. She’s pretty informal, often referring to people by their names instead of using titles since she feels that being polite 24/7 is not only distancing yourself but also exhausting, she likes to view herself equally with just about everyone!

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: What is this inspiration you speak of? I HAVE NONE, I JUST DO WHATEVER SINCE INSPIRATION EITHER COMES TO ME OR DOESN’T, WHEN IT DOESN’T I FORCE MYSELF TO WRITE! Although I can say that music and coffee or tea helps a whole lot.  

Favorite types of threads: Cute fluffy ship stuff where our characters are just comforting each other and being soft, I like more gentle threads but adventure threads are also a lot of fun too!

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: My gnarly prose, I feel like it’s boring or all over the place and messy, I hate it so much! Sometimes, her dialogue can be a pain too... I’m trying to go for a more simple approach now since I’m tired of thinking. 

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[naturallytom]

Mending a Broken Heart (Tom Holland x reader)

a/n: i posted this before but it flopped so...let’s hope that doesn’t happen again!

warnings: language, angst, mentions of cheating 

listen to: broken home (5sos), shouldn’t come back (demi lovato), river of tears (alessia cara)

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You had noticed it for months. Tom has been pulling away, spending more time out with the boys than at home with you. His kisses became forced and the words ‘love you’ slowly stopped falling from his lips. 

Most days he would leave for work before you woke up and on the rare occasion you were up when he left, he would mumble a ‘goodbye’ before walking out the door. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he would press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Most times, though, he would just leave. 

You did your best to keep the love alive, you were still madly in love with him. The wedding band that sat tightly on your ring finger mocked you. A symbol of what was love has turned into one sided love. Hell, you weren’t sure if Tom wore his wedding ring anymore. 

A quick glance to his left hand would reveal that he didn’t. 

You spent your nights wondering if it was something you did. Were you too clingy when he left to film? Was he just tired of you after four years of marriage? Did he find someone else?

No. You shook your head to yourself one night as you laid in the bed by yourself, the space usually occupied by Tom cold. If he found someone else and if he cheated, that’s on him. Not on you. 

Still, the thought plagued your mind. Did he meet someone else? Was she prettier than you? Is that where he was when he said he was out with the boys? Was she able to give him something you couldn’t give him?

The door opening and shutting alerted you that Tom was home. You sighed, knowing it’d be another night of sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. 

The door to the bedroom opened and in came Tom, Tessa jumping up to greet him. 

“Hey girl, hey love, how are you, hm?” He whispered, petting Tessa as his eyes flickering over to you, who was visibly awake. “Thought you’d be asleep by now. ‘S late.” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied simply. “Hey so I was thinking, we haven’t had a date night in a while, maybe you wanted to go out to see the Halloween decorations around town and get dinner tomorrow night?” 

“Can’t,” He shook his head as he got ready for bed. “Harrison wants to watch the game. Told him I’d go.” 

“Didn’t you just see Harrison tonight?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“Nothing.” You sighed, obviously upset. “Nothing, Tom. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” He responded, turning out the light and climbing into bed, falling asleep with his back toward you. 

-

The next day, you were surprised to see Tom already awake and waiting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea when you got downstairs. 

“Good morning.” You smiled softly. 

“We need to talk.” He told you. You felt your heart drop and your palms get sweaty, but you wiped them on your pajama pants in an effort to seem totally calm and not panicked. 

“A-About what?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky. 

“I think,” Tom started. “I think we should get divorced.” 

It was then, at 8:30 am that your world came crashing down. 

“W-What?” You whimpered out, your voice weaker than before. “Why?”

“I’m not happy with you anymore.” He said simply. Your eyes flickered to his left hand, noticing the absence of the golden wedding band, making your heart ache. 

“We can try couples’ therapy. We can go on dates like we used to, Tom, please! We can fight for this, Tom. Fight for us.” You cried, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, each one puncturing your lungs as you struggled to keep your breath under control. 

“No,” He shook his head. “My mind is made up. I’m sorry, y/n. Um, I found a lawyer at a firm, they have a lot of other lawyers there you can contact. I’ll just, uh, leave their card here.” 

“So that’s it? Three years of dating and four years of marriage down the drain?” You sobbed, holding your knees to your chest as you sat on the kitchen floor. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. Truly, I am.”

He placed the small business card on the counter, grabbing the bags you didn’t even notice, mumbling an ‘I’ll be staying with Haz,’ before walking out the front door, like he did every other day. This time, though, you had the sinking feeling he was leaving for good. 

-

It was only three weeks that your lawyer came over to meet with you, joined by Tom and his lawyer. You kept your eyes focused on the table as you signed the paperwork, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. 

As soon as everyone left, you shut the door, slid down the back of it, and cried. 

-

Nearly two months after the worst day of your life and it was time for a self care night. The ring that once sat on your left hand was buried away in your jewelry box somewhere and you were finally starting to feel free and somewhat happy again after crying yourself to sleep and wondering where it all went wrong for months. 

After the divorce you buried yourself in work, using it as a distraction from going home to an empty house. Slowly but surely, the framed pictures of you and Tom came down, making a new home on the empty shelves in the closet. It hurt to be alone in the empty house at first, memories of you and Tom when you were happy plaguing the walls. Once you started making time for yourself, however, you became happier. 

Tonight, after a long day of decorating the house and making it seem cheery, you ordered your favorite Chinese food, played your favorite Christmas songs, and ran yourself a bath with a vanilla scented bath bomb. You were enjoying a glass of wine, the hot water of the bath soothing you when the music playing from your phone was interrupted by a call coming in. 

To your surprise, it was Tom. You contemplated answering it, but instead, let it go to voicemail. However, you were curious as to why he called, though you were also 99% positive it was a pocket dial. So you played the voicemail, the familiar voice ringing throughout the bathroom. 

“Hey y/n, um, I hope you’re doing well. I just called because I wanted to tell you something. I um, I miss you. A lot. And I know I don’t get to feel that way but I do and I just wanted to tell you that and I guess ask if there was any possibility of meeting to talk? Uh, call me back if...if you want. I don’t blame you if you hate me. Bye. Love y-” 

You turned off the voicemail before the phrase could be finished. Millions of thoughts filled your mind, ranging from happy ones to ones that made your heart ache and tears fill your eyes. 

You decided to ignore it, pretend it never happened, and enjoy your self care night. 

-

The next day you were enjoying a cup of tea and reading your book when a knock on the door interrupted you. Confusion filled your body, you weren’t expecting anyone to pop by. 

Opening the door, you were greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see again. Tom was standing on your the top step leading up to the front door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. 

“Hi.” He breathed out, his breath forming a cloud around him due to the coldness of the air. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, keeping your eyes focused on the ground. 

“Did you get my voicemail?” He responded, hope filling his eyes when you nodded. “Um, I brought these for you. I was hoping we could talk.” 

“Why should I talk to you? We’re divorced, just like you wanted.” Tom winced at the words. “Nothing to change.” 

“Actually, we’re not.” He corrected. “I called the office the other day. Um, it’s not official yet.” 

“Well then they should make it official. Maybe I can call them and make it happen as my very last Christmas present to you. Just what you wanted.” You snapped. 

“No, this isn’t what I want, can I speak, please?” He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of a puppy. 

“Fucking, fine, Tom! Jesus.” You groaned. 

“Can, can I come in?” He asked, his voice small and fragile. 

You debated saying no, saying that he’s not welcome in your house after what he did. But it was snowing and to be honest, your face was getting cold. So you opened the door a little wider, allowing him to come in. 

“Stay there.” You instructed, taking the flowers from him and placing them on the kitchen counter before going back to where he was waiting at the front door, taking a seat on the stairs across from him. “Speak.” 

“The house looks nice. Really nice. You did a good j-” 

“Tom I’m not gonna listen to your small talk. Say what you have to say and leave.” You told him. His heart broke but he couldn’t blame you. 

“Um, so I thought I wasn’t happy with you but um, as time went on, I realized how much I miss having you in my life.” He began, visibly nervous. “I was just looking through our pictures and how happy you looked and I just, I guess I realized I wanted to be the one to make you that happy again.”

“You haven’t made me happy in months, Tom.” 

“I know.” His heart clenched. “I know and I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am.” 

“Was there someone else? Did you cheat on me?” You asked. 

“No, no absolutely not, y/n.” He answered before adding; “I went on a date with someone after we split up but it didn’t work out. I realized she wasn’t what I want.” 

“Of course she wasn’t.” You scoffed. 

“I want you, y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy again.” He told you, tears filling your eyes. “Is there..is there any possibility you could love me again?” 

“Again?” You seethed. “Tom I never fell out of love with you! I never stopped loving you! That was all you! You stopped loving me and you wanted this stupid fucking divorce!”

“I..I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” He whispered, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “Please, y/n, if there’s even the tiniest chance..” 

“Of what, Tom? Of going right back to being married? Of you making me happy? I don’t know, Tom! I don’t know anything except that I hate you right now.” You sobbed, crying into your knees while Tom let out quiet sobs of his own, his heart clenching at the lack of wedding band on your left hand and the missing pictures that previously decorated the first hallway in your once shared house. 

“Of..anything, y/n. Please, I just want a second chance to show you how much you mean to me, to make you happy again. I will do anything to save us, anything you want. And...and if it’s not working or you just really hate me, I wouldn’t blame you. Not at all.” He begged, his eyes puffy and red. 

“I tried to save us, Tom. Don’t you remember? I begged and pleaded with you to do couples therapy to go on dates when you were breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. I begged you to try and fight for us, for our marriage, but you just walked out the god damn door!” You spit through gritted teeth. 

“I fucked up, I know. I fucked up so badly.” He cried, wiping his tears away. 

“And if leaving me wasn’t enough, you took Tessa too! I was left completely alone in this big fucking house that was haunted by you.” You sobbed. 

“I’m..I’m sorry, y/n. So so fucking sorry. What do you want me to do?” 

“I want...I want you to hurt. I want you to hurt the way you hurt me. I want you to know how this fucking feels.” You said, your voice getting louder with each word that fell from your lips.

Tom could only cry. This was ripping him apart, he couldn’t even imagine what the whole thing felt like to you. 

“I’m gonna need time to think, Tom.” You finally mumbled, Tom nodding in response. 

“I’ll give you all the time you need. I promise you-” 

“Don’t. Don’t promise me anything.” You spoke, your voice low. “You won’t be able to keep it. You promised you’d love me forever four years ago and look what happened.” 

“y/n pl-”

“You don’t get to do this. You-you don’t get to just waltz right back in here and ask for a second chance to fight for us when I didn’t even get a first chance. How do I know this won’t end like it did before?” 

“y/n, I swear to you, if this isn’t working out, you can leave me. I...I just want a chance to prove myself to you.” He begged. 

“God, Tom. You don’t get it! I’m not going through this again. Do you realize how much you broke me the first time? Fuck, you had a chance, Tom. And you threw it away.” You muttered quietly. 

“I regret that every day. Every god damn day.” He told you honestly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” You sighed. 

“Talk to me?” He tried, knowing you were hiding something deeper than an ‘I don’t know.’

“Don’t know what else there is to say.” You mumbled. “I don’t trust you, I-I can’t trust you. I hate you.” 

“The pictures of us aren’t up anymore.” Tom sniffled, changing the subject. 

“I hated looking at them.” You told him honestly. “I want to start over.” 

“What?”

“I want to start over. I can’t go back to being emotionally married to you even if we’ll still be married legally. I’m talking starting from scratch, as if we were meeting for the first time, the whole deal.” You told him. 

“That sounds perfect, y/n. Thank y-”

“Get out, Tom. Please. I just want to be alone and not with you right now. I’m still not happy with you.” 

“Okay.” He breathed out, hope filling him once again. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” 

“What did I just say about promises?” You asked tearily. 

“I know, I know. I’m determined to keep this promise, though.” He told you. 

“Fine. Whatever. Just please leave for now.” You whimpered, watching as he walked out the door, just like he did when he broke your heart. 

You decided you needed another self care night. Another bath was run, another vanilla scented bath bomb was used, more wine was consumed. 

Tom texted you right as you got out of the bath. 

Tom: hey y/n, it’s tom, just incase you don’t have my number saved anymore. I just wanted to say thank you for the second chance. I really am grateful. I hope you have a relaxing night, you deserve it. 

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone gently on your bed, though you could feel your heart rate pick up and butterflies fill your stomach. 

-

Tom began texting you sweet little things each morning, whether it was to let you know that he’s been thinking of you or to tell you that he hopes you have a great day. At first you ignored them, but then you began responding in short answers of one or two words until the two of you were texting every day, like when you met for the first time seven years ago. 

-

Over a month after you started texting again, Tom took you on a first date. Pulling up to your house, Tom felt the nerves fill his body as he walked up to your front door and knocked, another bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. 

He felt all the air leave his lungs as you opened the door. You looked absolute stunning. You were wearing a navy blue dress that reached down to just above your knees, one Tom bought you one year. 

“Wow, hi.” He breathed. “You look stunning.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, accepting the flowers he handed you. “I’ll be right back.” 

Tom took you to your favorite restaurant that night, one that the two of you frequented when you (formerly) went on dates. 

When he took you back to your house, he walked you up to the front door, where he nervously asked if he could kiss you. 

You said yes, and that was all Tom needed to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was magical, both of you felt the sparks between the two of you. 

“God I missed doing that.” Tom mumbled as he pulled away to breathe. 

“Then do it again.” 

-

A couple months after that, Tom moved back in with you. The pictures of the two of you were dusted off and put back up on the walls in the first hallway of the house. 

-

Finally, after a year, Tom proposed to you (again). You hesitated a little bit, still scared it would end in heartbreak again, which broke Tom’s heart, but said you yes in the end. 

The two of you renewed your vows, putting on the golden bands that were once again a symbol of the love the two of you shared. 

You had a small party back at your house after the ceremony, your families joining to celebrate. You found Tom alone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for him and Harry. 

“Hey.” You greeted, fiddling with your fingers as tears of happiness filled your eyes. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Tom asked, concerned as soon he saw the tears filling your eyes. 

“Nothing, nothing. I, um,” You started, wiping your tears away and wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck. “I’m really glad we made it back to this.” 

“Me too, lovey. I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You kept your promise.” You smiled softly, making Tom’s heart ache at the memory of you not being able to trust him. 

“I told you I would.”

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In my bio to the left, you can read what this blog is all about. There is a link to my FAQ which you are currently reading. There is a link to my masterlist, my taglists (where you can add yourself and read the rules that go along with being tagged) and a link to my main blog.

Further to the left, you find Talk to Me where you can send me asks about anything you'd like. And a list of Kari's Reading Lists which is MCU fic recs from yours truly. Go read and send the authors some loving.

I tag pretty carefully, so if there is something or someone you wanna blacklist - just let me know and I will tell you the tag or create one. I won’t be offended. 

3. Who do you write for?

So far mainly Steve, Bucky and Stucky x Reader along with Seb and Chris x reader.

I write a bunch of the other character too but not as often. I am open to expanding to both more ships, rpf, and characters in the future - including Hardy/Eddie Brock and Reynolds/Wade Wilson. 

I sometimes write for some of the actor's other characters as well, but that is rarer. 

4. What genres do you write?

I mainly write Angst and fluff. A crack fic sneaks in at times and smut occurs in some fics - mostly series, but rarely. I don’t write porn without plot anymore but if the plot calls for it my characters can have fun. Everything is tagged and warned for.

5. A SFW blog with NSFW content

All smut/porn on my blog is tagged and warned for. Original content and not. 

6. Requests and Posting Schedule

I don’t have a set posting schedule.

My requests are closed and they won’t open for real. Sometimes I take ideas for bingo cards or I take requests for preferences, headcanons or aesthetics BUT one shot and series I won’t open my requests for again. I simply got too many ideas of my own. Sorry.

7. Do you tag people in your fics?

Yes. Feel free to take a peek at the list and put you on any open tag lists you would like. You can find the link here. The way I set up the doc (because people kept messing with the format and taking people other than themselves off) you need to be on a computer to work it. Sorry.  

If you are interested you can turn on notifications for my side blog: Kari-Writes-Fandoms - all my writing will be reblogged to it and it will only hold my original content. That being said my SPN writing is also reblogged there but you can just ignore what you don’t wanna see - I haven’t written anything SPN in a while anyway.

8. Can I tag you in my fics?

You can tag me in any genre you like. It’s not a guarantee I read it. I’ll try and read as much as I can but I got a life.

I won’t read your fic if it has no warnings. There are things that angers or makes me feel bad and I won’t be surprised by them. 

It’s also not a guarantee I’ll put you on Kari’s Reading List. Only my very favorite things go on that list.

DON’T TAG ME IN NOT MENTIONED PAIRINGS!

Characters x Reader I read: Bucky, Steve, Tony, Sam, Clint, Wanda, Valkyrie, Nat, Thor. And even if they aren’t MCU - Wade Wilson and Eddie Brock (no monster porn with Venom though please)

RPF x Reader: Evans, Hemsworth, Tom Hardy, Hiddles and Sebastian (RPF Ships as poly only: Elsa x Chris x Reader and Evanstan x Reader)

Ships (all solo or as poly with reader): Stucky, Winterhawk, Winterwidow, Winterwitch, SteveSam, Cap3, Winterfalcon, Clintasha and Steggy.

If your fic contains hate against any spouses or former girlfriends or current S/Os don’t tag me. If your fic contains hate towards any actors, don’t tag me. If your fic contains non con, dub con, mommy kink, daddy kink, underage smut or incest in any shape or form (I count Thorki) please don’t tag me. Don’t tag me in A/B/O either it is not my thing. No BDSM, choking or tying him or his partner up for Bucky either!  

FAQ

1. I sent you chainmail - why didn’t you answer? 

Honestly, they are a huge pet peeve of mine. I don’t answer nor do I sent them to anyone else. I delete them as soon as I get them. Thank you for thinking of me but save it for someone else. I much rather you send me something you wrote or a heart or something.

2. How old are you?

So many... I was born August 26th, 1987

3. I got another question. Can I ask?

Sure my asks are always open. Just remember to be polite and I will be the same :)

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Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Amber OR DEE IF YOU KNOW ME FROM GROUP RP LIKE CITTA OR ISOLA!!! Or very rare but twitter rp too! Nickname: UHM I have a lot but I’d like to see people come up with fun nicknames actually <3 Age: I’m older than ten! 23 for real tho Faceclaim: I use best worst girl teruhashi kokomi but sometimes I forget to add the fc or I post on mobile making it impossible to use fc Pronouns: she/her Height: I think I THINK!!!! 5′5″ like… look it’s been ages since I measured myself man, I got this measurement from junior year of high school when I was hospitalized Birthday: October 6

Aesthetic: sunny beaches, fall aesthetics (sad to say that i can no longer witness fall junk since i now live in florida now rip), food that’s pleasing to look at, pastel aesthetics, spoopy aesthetics

Last song you listened to: hee hee, the opening of the mob psycho 100, what can I say it’s bomb as HELL! i’M LISTENING TO LOFI MUSIC RIGHT NOW SHBAHDSBJADS say what you will it’s good writing/drawing music

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: I have a lot weeps mainly because I rped so many characters but def my first muse the real viola (long story), hilda, sky zel without a doubt, this zel too though, teruhashi kokomi, saiki kusuo, pike queen lucy, kumatora, my oc, fs!zelda, great fairy, several horror rpg characters, fiona beli… namine!!

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): Uhm, haha no big reason really I just love old characters and I want more people to love old characters too, also I love underrated characters and lemme tell you until ultimate this zel did not get all the love she deserves, that’s legit it.

What are your favorite aspects of your current muse: Dang I can talk all day about her but I love her teasing side, since she can be playfully cute once she feels comfortable enough to bully your character it’s just a whole other side to her that’s always fun to write. Aside from that, I admire her tenacity it’s a lot of fun to write just how much she is willing to do to ensure peace for her kingdom. She’s pretty informal too for a princess, often referring to people by their names instead of using titles since she feels that being polite 24/7 is not only distancing yourself but also exhausting, she likes to view herself equally with just about everyone! And god do I love that about her, she’s such a good.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: What is this inspiration you speak of? I HAVE NONE, I JUST DO WHATEVER SINCE INSPIRATION EITHER COMES TO ME OR DOESN’T, WHEN IT DOESN’T I FORCE MYSELF TO WRITE! Although I can say that music and coffee or tea helps a whole lot.  

Favorite types of threads: Cute fluffy ship stuff where our characters are just comforting each other and being soft, I like more gentle threads but adventure threads are also a lot of fun too!

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: My gnarly prose, I feel like it’s boring or all over the place and messy, I hate it so much! Sometimes, her dialogue can be a pain too… I’m trying to go for a more simple approach with prose now since I’m tired of thinking.

tagged by: nope! tagging: whoever!! feel free to say I tagged you or something!