#repost bc I messed up his mask

[ktsghost]

seeing the movie in 2 hrs hes adorable he better not get hurt 😭

[justenjoythegossip]

The continuance of the PR (shit)show

More shenanigans at the globes?

So apparently Chris and Abba were at a Golden Globes after party last night. I use apparently because a pic of them with Mads Mikkelsen was posted a couple of hours ago on an Insta account. So the shitshow officially continues...

A change in the PR tactics?

First reaction looking at that pic. Well I think this is the very best pic they have “taken” of the two of them, one where Chris doesn't wear a mask that covers half of his face, where he hides his hand (disappears?) so that we can't see the Arthur fist, where he looks rather healthy, actually smiles and doesn't look like an hostage. We know he and his team lurk on social platforms to see what people write about him. So maybe they just decided on a new course of action for the direction of the PR games for 2024. Maybe it was Chris' new year resolution: to actually make more of an effort to sell it from now on. 

The ending of the shitshow

I have written a few of my thoughts about the ending of this shitshow before. So I will sum them up again. Nobody knows when these PR antics will stop except the protagonists of that shitshow, so people should relax and stop expecting them to be over. I know many mods keep writing this is about to be over. But it’s a lie they have wanted to believe or repeated since the Ghosted premiere. Yes there were many signs over the course of that shitshow when it looked like it was about to be over. But it is part of their MO. I have written about this in my post about the Forbes article.

People just don’t know when it is going to end. But it is very likely to go on for a while. And since he doesn't have anything in the pipelines work-wise, maybe this "RS" is what he needs to promote himself. Also, I personally think that a 4 month marriage would be bad publicity for Chris after marrying a 26 year old who looks like his niece. So people should expect the shenanigans to continue for a while. 

The purposefully badly manufactured PR....

There are obvious issues with that pic. Some mods have pointed them out. Again you might choose to believe that he has the most incompetent team in the business… or the badly manufactured is part of their MO. And I think it's pretty obvious at this point because they have done that over and over. Maybe they were at an after party but messed with the pic on purpose. Or maybe they weren’t even there at all. The point is people get to play the 7 errors game. And it drives traffic for them… which is the whole point of PR antics.

SIDENOTE you can expect (or not) some more proof that they were really there together once tumblr blogs are done pointing out all the bad photoshopping or AI. Once people show how fake the initial sighting seem, some more legitimate evidence sometimes magically pops out to give credibility to the first...

Mads Mikkelsen's news and current projects

I will say that it’s always an amazing coincidence that,  anytime someone outside of this shitshow is connected to them, people always have something to sell or are campaigning. Remember how after their recent papwalk, we got a deadline article about Scarlett’s Project Artemis. And then we have this...

[decembermoonskz]

I’m back with more bounty hunter bullshit but much longer this time AHA :)

tw : violence, death, killing, mentions of weapons (specifically guns, knives and a katana), kinda suggestive? not really it's more like there's sensual tension for like a minute but nothing happens at all

concept belongs to me, decembermoonskz (2023) all rights reserved do not repost, copy, translate, or take reference from this.

so to kind of work on chan more, the only thing different about him in this compared to gfx is that I take the “fxck” off his cheek (that was a stylistic choice lol)

still I like to think he’d get like a cool tat or smth across the back of his left shoulder hehe and it’s like significant to the story but just don’t know how yet

ANYWAYS THO I’LL GET DISTRACTED ABOUT CHRIS SHOULDERS IF I THINK ABOUT IT TO MUCH HA HA

to pick up where we left off, now chan’s been seen on the job for the first time in his whole time doing this, and on top of that, he faltered in killing someone, which he’s never done before.

he wasn't even sure why which was the most frustrating part. it could've been bc he could see that mc was uncomfortable in the situation and in a way he was doing them a favor; it could be because mc had technically saved his life from that big goon twice his size; maybe it was simply an instinct, because he couldn't deny, mc was very beautiful. he only groaned in frustration at himself for his fuck up.

the only thing he could be happy about was that anyone who did happen to see his whole face - aside from mc - had died. so no one would be sure it was him. that lurking itch bothered him though, mc could easily rat him out, and so he knew he wouldn't rest easy until he cleaned up the mess he'd made.

he had felix do some digging and so he went to find mc, only thing was that they were no longer at that mafia's base. which means they were either killed by the mafia - potentially framed for chan's dirty work - or they escaped. for some reason, chan hoped it was the latter.

felix tried to see if he could find anything both on the normal net and the dark web, but it was hard, it was as if you weren't on the radar at all. this only served to confuse chan more and more. just who were you then?

when he retraced his steps of the mission last night, he noticed the window he broke through hadn't been fixed when he looked at the building. he squatted on the rooftop of the building across the way and he mulled over his thoughts, replaying the mission. nothing out of the ordinary, he got his mark, he killed the witnesses, but missed you, he remembered how soft and fragile your eyes seemed, like jewels so delicate they could break. you were wearing some sort of traditional garb for your family and your face was covered in some sort of makeup, you seemed like the typical heir of the mafia. he hadn't expected you to help him though, there was way too much he didn't know.

suddenly he felt his hairs stand on his body and felix cries out for him to "look out!" through his microchip and he dodges just barely from a sword slicing the air where his head was moments ago.

when he dodges and rolls away he eyes someone who has come for him. unfortunately they have a mask on, a full mask unlike chan’s, much to his annoyance. “if you’re gonna kill me, at least lose the mask, I at least wanna look my killer in the eyes.”

the person didn't say a word, just got into a stance with their crimson red katana, their outfit was skin-tight, leggings that offered mobility, and a vest top that hugged their frame perfectly. he noticed how it scooped down their back and revealed all that skin behind, chan would be lying if he wasn't tempted to take a peek. their mask design was that of a kitsune, and it hid their emotions well, even he had trouble reading their language through movements alone.

their fight is intense, but it’s not as if anyone else would be witness to it. chan dodged the assailant’s katana, but they were fast, chan barely had time to draw his gun, so he settled for the two knives who were his companions since he started doing this work. they fought and fought, and impressively enough the mystery person landed a nick on chan’s arm. he knew it was time to get serious.

now going all out he was beginning to overwhelm his assailant and soon, with massive amounts of force, he knocked the blade out of their hand before backing them against the wall on the rooftop, both knives crossed over their neck, effectively trapping them.

“you lose, sweetheart.”

the person didn’t say a word, only panting after all of the exertion. they made no attempt to resist or escape chan’s hold at all, and chan almost felt disappointed, this was the first real fight he’d had, even with that goon nearly killing him it’s not as if he’d had any skill and died easily after chan broke free. but no, this person had sent a thrill down his spine like lightning.

was chan sick for being somewhat interested in a person who tried to kill him? maybe. but he’s pretty sure he’s been at least a little sick in the head since starting this job

“as expected, you are just as skilled as before.”

the person put their hands up in surrender and spoke softly, “I’m at your mercy, in truth I only wish to talk.”

at his mercy. oh goodness those words were a little too powerful because the effect they had on chan was… something left for later to sort out. chan knew better than to move though, instead he leaned in on the person a bit, their faces inches away.

“if you wanted to talk, killing me wouldn’t have been in your best interest, love.”

“I know my skill level, you were holding back at the start.”

chan was admitted surprised at how leveled they sounded, like they knew this would be the result. it didn’t read on his face though, and he just waited for them to continue.

“I have a job for you, but I need someone skilled and after seeing you in action, I’m sure it has to be you. whatever your price, I’ll pay it.”

chan listened, and he hummed, slightly tightening his grip on his knives, he could’ve broken skin on their neck, but it was a little too pretty for that he thought briefly. “I don’t come cheap, love, what do you have to offer me?”

“whatever amount you want for incentive is fine, but I'll just tell you, what you'll be after is one of the biggest marks an assassin such as yourself would be after. the reward will have you living comfortably for the rest of your life I’m sure.”

“oh really?” chan leans even closer, his mask fabric nearly touching the person’s mask, he could've cut their tension with one of his knives, he was so eager to rip their mask off and see who they really were.

there was no need for that, as the person lifted their hand, unafraid of chan's knives at their throat and removed their mask with a tap to their temple. chan's eyes widened as he saw who he was staring at.

yup mc, except, unlike before where they were covered in makeup and thick, heavy traditional garb, they were now in a very tight and fitting outfit, the notion brought a bit of heat to chan's neck - which would hopefully not develop into a slight flush. they were incredibly beautiful this close.

"really," they answered his open question. "this mark is five stars."

chan's eyes widened, he couldn't mask his emotions this time at the sound of those two words; he knew felix, who was on the end of his microchip, was no doubt sharing his expression.

five stars?

that's the best of the best among assassins and bounty hunters alike. five stars meant this mark was elite; it meant that the reward was not only unbelievable, but killing a five star mark and notching that on your weapon was a sign of utter superiority among the many hunters out there.

chan made a judgement call and removed his knives from mc's neck, and they released the tension in their shoulders, walking over to pick up and sheathe their blade. their back was on display in this outfit now and chan couldn't help but let his breath hitch at the very large, intricate tattoo that lined mc's back. a large-scale dragon that laid in a bed of crimson flowers, and there were tiny details he couldn't see unless he really walked up closer, but he kept his distance.

mc turned around and stared chan down. "yashiro kirishima, head of one of the biggest mafias in our city, and my ex-betrothed. i want you to help me kill him and burn his so-called kingdom to the ground."

for once, chan had no witty comeback, no flirty jokes, he was speechless. the fire burning in mc's eyes was almost overwhelming, as if he were staring down a dragon in real life.

yeah, he was sick, but he was also a little crazy too, and the thrill of a five star job may not be something he can ignore. self-preservation and better judgment be damned.

late night writing ideas bc I can’t sleep :D

tw : violence, blood, death, killing, broken glass is used as a weapon one time

concept belongs to me, decembermoonskz (2023) all rights reserved do not repost, copy, translate, or take reference from this.

chan is a bounty hunter that’s a part of a underground guild of sorts. he’s one of the best and so of course he’s one of those super expensive “high-end” type assassins. you know he’ll get the job done and leave without a trace of anyone knowing it was him.

his hair is half black and half white, his eyes are a piercing teal and he always wears his mask on the job—the white cheek-splitting smile on the mask being the last thing his victims see before they die.

this universe is like kinda futuristic, kinda cyberpunk 2077 vibes for the world setting but idk the game and its world in-depth so it’s just like that overall vibe. and chan has like a microchip that all other bounty hunters get and that lets him like see things through a lens sometimes and have like access to like heat vision and night vision without the goggles and stuff. also he communicates with felix who’s like a hacker slash intel dude.

in a specific mission he encounters mc (kinda going with a fem-presenting mc in this case rn but I’m still using they/them). so mc is the child of a mafia head, they hate their father and their family has been nothing but strict with them, and they wanna like marry mc off to another mafia family or some shit.

anyway so chan’s target is the father not mc, but during the job it gets a little messier than normal and his mask gets pulled off by a mafia goon who nearly strangled him but surprisingly mc helps by stabbing the goon in the shoulder with like a broken glass shard and that helps chan fend the goon off and kill him.

but here’s the thing, uh oh, mc has seen chan’s face, his whole face. which, there’s not like any law or like punishment for, but it’s a part of chan’s code personally to not let anyone see his face when he’s on the job. he only lets his mask down around his friends and/or when he’s alone.

they both just kinda stare at each other, it’s as if this whole thing hasn’t happened and it’s just the two of them. no bloody corpses, no sounds of people yelling, no banging on the door to try and break through to see what’s happened. they just stare, it feels longer than the probably five seconds that it actually was. but chan knows better and he knows he should kill mc, he can’t have any witnesses to what he’d just done, and yet, he can’t bring himself to do it.

for the first time in his life, he hesitates to go in for the kill.

so instead he runs to the window he broke into and jumps out of it, mc runs to the window but he’s already disappeared, they wanted to thank him which sounds odd, but they really hated their father and hated how they were treated in this family but they couldn’t see a way out. now though, he’d just inadvertently given them one.

now all mc can think about is the black and white assassin with eyes as piercing as a wolf’s but also the softest shade of sea glass they’d ever seen.

[evans-heaven]

Feelings; Joseph Quinn

Part 2 of Touch!!! I cannot thank y’all enough for the response on that fic. I never used to get that many notes on my writing in the past, so to have it happen is just the best. Anyway, you and Joe confess your obvious feelings for one another in this one, but not before a little self indulgence on my part lmao. Prepare for a repost if this doesn’t show up in his tags like last time bc tumblr is a mess.

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Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, pining, FLUFF, touching (a lot, seriously,) reader is an overthinker but that’s okay, subpar written confession because I’m burnt out y’all, unedited for now

WC: 2.5k

Ever since the D&D game video dropped, Stranger Things’ corner of the internet remained a complete and utter mess. It graduated from the YouTube comments to damn near everywhere else. Wherever you turned on any social media app, there was a TikTok edit, a Twitter thread, a YouTube compilation, or a link to a Cosmo article, all about your moments with Joseph, which happened on camera. Things were already pretty hectic with the events and ships happening within the show, but when speculation grew of a romance happening outside of the show, well, the public took it and ran with it. 

Things between you and Joseph stayed relatively the same, platonically attached. It was as though millions of people weren’t talking about how ‘obviously into each other’ you two were, granted he even knew about that. Nothing changed for you personally, either. It wasn’t like you were unaware of your growing feelings for Joseph before people started noticing. Your racing heart and unstoppable smile whenever he laid a gentle hand on you, or was simply just around you, was enough of a giveaway to yourself.

One thing was for certain though, you weren’t going to say anything. You felt like you had done a pretty decent job keeping your feelings masked. You had a good, comfortable thing with Joseph going. You felt secure around him-content. Nothing should have to ruin that. Keeping quiet and convincing yourself he didn’t feel the way you did was the best option. Plus, dating co-stars was a big, fat ‘no’ in Hollywood. A somewhat outdated rule, sure, but you intended to adhere to it.

No matter how hard it was starting to become.

And you were reminded of just how hard it would be, by your current situation.

The two of you laid in your room in your Los Angeles apartment, Top Gun playing on the television across from your bed. Joseph was propped up against the quilted headboard, his arm securely around your body as your head laid on his chest. 10 minutes prior, he noticed you were nodding off and opened his arms in a wordless invitation-like always.

“You’re not mad this is putting me to sleep?” you had asked, halfway smirking. You burrowed your head into his plaid shirt, the smell of his cologne flooding your nose.

“Why would it?,” he asked, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. 

“Well, it was my idea to watch this movie,” you said. He had been begging you to go see Top Gun: Maverick with him since it came out, and you agreed, though you wanted to watch the original first. So, you made a night out of it, and about two hours prior, he showed up to your door with kettle corn and sour skittles, and you supplied the wine and pizza. 

He was particularly excited about the latter. Even if it had been a few years since he had to give up pizza to lose weight for Eddie, he still felt like he had to make up for all the lost pie. He immediately dug in, and you remembered swiping away some sauce from the side of his mouth with your thumb, which he had swiftly licked clean for you. 

That, you blamed on the wine.

“True,” he admitted, fingers crawling down to your rib cage, making you shiver a bit. “But I’m not going pass up on the opportunity to hold you,”

You couldn’t reply when he had said that, you just remained completely still and quiet. Though, the tingling in your cheeks at his words indicated that you were not as unbothered as you wanted to seem. 

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you loved each other’s embrace, though neither of you had ever said it outloud, either, at least to one another. The only time you could remember was one time on set when, during a break, you had your arms wrapped around Joseph’s shoulders while he sat in a director’s chair, his fingers laced with yours as you spoke. Gaten jokingly made a comment about your constant attachment to each other, and Joseph had simply said, “I rather enjoy that constant attachment.”

A photo of the two of you in that position was posted on the Stranger Things instagram story, along with various other BTS photos. It was only the back of you, but, like any other relationship speculation, it was all anyone needed to turn an inch into a mile. God forbid two friends hold each other in a way that is actually very platonic, thank you very much.

Joseph’s hand dragged down further, meeting your hip, dangerously close to your backside, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You fall asleep on me, love?” he asked, and you quickly recovered from his previous words, his actions, and his pet name for you, and shook your head lightly. 

“No, I wanna at least wait for the movie to….,” you trailed off, looking up at the screen to see the end credits rolling. “...end,” you deadpanned. You didn’t realize that much time had passed. “So much for that,” you shrugged.

Joseph chuckled as you stretched across him to grab the remote, and switched the TV off. You got up and began gathering the dirty dishes-the plates, wine glasses and the popcorn bowl. You made your way to the kitchen and heard his footsteps coming after you. 

You began loading the dishwasher when he spoke. “Did you enjoy it, at least?” he asked.

“I enjoyed seeing a young Tom Cruise,” you laughed, and it was true. That was the only thought you remembered having, that 23 year old Tom was hot. Deuxmoi asshole allegations be damned.

“Fair enough,” he said, and you heard the teasing edge in his voice. “I’d love to stay and have a one-sided conversation about the movie, but I should get going, I have a meeting in the morning,” he said. You turned around and saw he leant against the counter, arms crossed.

You smiled, ignoring his little dig at you, knowing it wasn’t serious. “Ooh, is that face gonna grace the TV screen again soon?” you teased. You were a little disappointed, though, almost wishing you had fallen asleep. He always stayed over when you did, mostly because he’d doze off shortly after you. 

He chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward, arms opening. “Maybeeee,” he drew out his answer as you happily walked into his embrace, arms locking around his torso. One of his arms wrapped around your body, the other held the back of your head, pressing your face into his collarbone. 

It didn’t matter how many times you had been in his arms, the goodbye hugs always made your nerves explode the most. The two of you always embraced like the other was going on a month long trip to a place with no wifi, cell or postal service. 

The two of you loosened the embrace after what felt like forever, but your arms hung around each other still. “You know I really would stay if I could,” he said, taking your chin in his grip.

“I know,” you nodded. “But, you have casting directors to wow in the morning,” you smiled.

“Let’s hope I do,” he replied, grinning. “Have a good night, babes,” he muttered, staring down at you intensely.

“You too,” you said back just as softly, butterflies flittering in your stomach.

When you thought he’d turn away and leave, his hold on your chin remained, his hanging mouth open as though there was more he wanted to say. The words, however, seemed to die on his tongue. His large brown eyes examined your face, quivering as they did.

“You good, Joe?” you asked, tilting your head.

He hesitated, literally freezing up for a second, before he snapped out of…whatever it was, and shook his head. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he mumbled out quickly. He released you entirely and speed walked towards the door, sliding out quickly as you looked at him in confusion. The door closed behind him, quiet harshly.

“Okay, then,” you said to yourself as you stood there, staring at the brown wooden surface.

Did he just shut your own door in your face?

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You hadn’t mulled over Joseph’s odd little moment before he left for too long. It was after 1 AM and you were too tired to overthink about that man. You hopped in the bath for a quick shower, changed into some lacey pajamas and crawled back into bed.

You were making yourself comfortable when the sound of rapid knocking on your front door made you jolt up. Before you could wonder who the hell was showing up at your door in the middle of the night, the knocks became more insistent. You threw the comforter off your body and got out of bed, making your way towards the door, turning the living room light on. The rapid fists landing against the door made it vibrate, and you knew you weren’t the only one it woke up. You expected a complaint from the Karen next door in the morning.

You unlocked the door, surprise replacing your annoyance as you saw it was Joseph, looking frantic, leaning against the door frame, supported by his forearm.

“Joe? Did you forget so-” you began, but he cut you off.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, looking into your eyes. His own held a look of desperation within them.

“Okay….,” you said, stepping out of the way so he could enter. He walked in slowly, hands rubbing nervously at his jeans. You heard him let out a couple of heavy breaths.

“Wanna sit down, have some water?” you offered. It had been a while since he left at first, and from the looks of it, he obviously ran back here to tell you whatever it is he had to tell you.

“No, no, I just…have to get this out,” he turned to face you, visibly hyping himself up, and any tiredness you had began to fizzle out, because this was obviously eating at him. Your brain began to swarm with the possibilities of what he could be wanting to tell you, trying and failing to ignore the negative, outrageous shit that your anxious mind conjured up.  For some reason you began to think he was going to tell you to fuck off of and that your little relationship was stifling and burdensome.

Fuck you, anxiety.

He put you out of your misery, somewhat, when he started talking, the words tumbling out rapidly. “Okay, so, I’ve been trying to come up with an entire plan on how I would do this, what I would say, when I would say it. I’ve felt this way for three years now and it’s killing me to keep it to myself any longer-”

You furrowed your brows, and held up a hand to stop him. “Joe, slow down-”

“-and now, here I am trying to spill my guts to you in the middle of the night after running back here, looking like a proper idiot, and you’re probably wondering ‘what the fuck is wrong with him’-”

“Joe, can you-”

“-and I’m wondering if this was a mistake, should I not have listened to those comments on YouTube I spent hours reading, talking about the way you look at me, maybe it give me wasted hope, am I about to ruin everything between us because you won’t feel the same way I do,”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t try to stop him again, because you physically felt frozen.

He breathed in, his chest puffing out. “But I just need,” he stressed, “To let you know this. It’s become physically painful to be around you and hold it in now,”

A beat or two of silence passed as the two of you just looked at each other, you with anticipation, him with determination. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he finished breathily.

And just like that, a moment you could only dream of in recent years, was finally happening. Your eyes were still wide, but a smile pulled at your lips, your gaze unwavering.

“From that first table read, I loved how easily we clicked, even if you seemed so shy at first, but I love how vivacious you became. I love how close we got, and how that closeness just increased by thousands,” he uttered, he took a step towards you, but he paused again. 

You began walking toward him, face relaxing. He continued.

“I love how much we make each other laugh even when whatever it was, wasn’t that funny. I love movie nights with you, even though you never stay awake long enough for them. I love how I feel like I can tell you anything, even when I get scared and ramble way too much, like I did just now,” he paused and chuckled as you stopped dead in front of him, a good inch between you. You looked up at him, lips folded in, eyes searching his face, waiting for him to finish.

He laid a large palm on your cheek, thumb resting at the corner of your mouth. “I love your beautiful fucking face, and this goddamn smile,”

He dropped his hand and took yours with it, lacing your fingers together and looked at the entanglement for a second. He squeezed your hand, fingers pressing into the back of it, almost like he wanted to ground himself and make sure this was actually happening. 

“I love how it feels when we touch each other, and I don’t know if you’ve felt it too, but its literally the best fucking feeling in the world to me,” he spoke. 

Oh, you felt it too, alright.

“And it's what told me the most, that I was absolutely, undoubtedly, 100%, in love with you,” by the tone of his voice and finality within it, you knew he was done.

You realized you had become numb to any nerves you thought you would feel during a moment like this. You thought your heart would beat so fast your body would tremble, and you would’ve choked on your own words so badly it would hurt. Somehow, hearing his confession gave you the assurance you needed in yourself, and you didn’t doubt him for a second. Your overthinking ceased in its entirety. You nearly regretted driving yourself crazy trying to suppress your feelings. He was here, in front of you, telling you how you felt, echoing every word you ever wanted to say to him. 

Your sudden boost of confidence led you to take charge of the next move. You undid your hand from his, and draped your arms around his neck.

“You done?” you asked, beginning to lean in slowly.

His hands gripped at your waist, tugging you closer, almost desperately. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“You sure?” you asked, lips so close to his that a soft breeze could bring them together.

“Yeah,” he practically whined.

“Good,” your voice came out barely audible.

And without another word, you pressed your lips to his own, pouring in every inkling that you could, that you felt the same way about him.

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I’m sorry for leaving y’all hanging there at the end, but I wanted to leave the rest of the night open for interpretation😙 I am also, like I said in the warnings, burnt out 😅 so this will most likely be last fic for a while, at least until volume 2 comes out. But thank you Eddie and Joseph for reminding me how much I love writing. I’ve missed this shit so much lol.

Hope you all enjoyed💕

[fluffy-puffy22]

ALRIGHT! This has been plaguing my mind and I’ve gotta write it bc it’s to freaking wholesome not to. Also this is Fem!Reader enjoy!

So, Shoji is the youngest of Class 1-A, but he’s the tallest and it’s kind of funny. So basically my thought is that you protect Shoji like he’s your child bc you LOVE THIS FUCKER!

So during the whole class 1-A vs class 1-B thing you weren’t there so you weren’t aware of what Pony had said about him. But most of the clas 1-A students were so relived you weren’t there to hear what she said, or else you may have ended her— or made her a single horned deer-.

After it all happened you were released from the hospital (due to former injuries that we won’t go into) and Mina filled you in on what happened. “Yeah, and that Pony girl said some nasty things about Shoji.” Pause. Repeat?

“What did she say, exactly?” You asked.

Mina looked at Shoji, grimacing when she saw him shaking his head. “Mina, Ashido. Tell me.” Yeah no, ain’t no way she’s dying today. So she told you what Pony said.

You were dead silent, a shocked look on your face and your brown deeply frowned. “That’s so childish, but so bitchy. I bet the bitch eats hay.” A few chuckles were heard from a few of your classmate’s. But your eyes caught Shoji’s talk form in the center of the room.

“She didn’t upset you, did she Sho?” He shook his head no. “How dare she insult the class baby like that.” “She’s got some kind of death wish or something.” Everyone started talking about how rude pony was in what she said about Shoji, but you just hugged him best you could and smiled.

“Bet it didn’t even phase you huh?” You ask. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smiling when he answered no. You already had the face of Pony in your head, so you knew who to look for after class was over.

“Shoji?” He hummed in response to your call and froze in his spot at the feeling of your lips on his masked cheek. “I don’t care what you look like under that mask, you’ll always be my Sho, baby of class 1-A.” His eyes widened, fists balling up and red easily visible down his neck.

The rest of the day you were found with Shoji more than usual. And, gave Pony a piece of your mind, a little something to think about before messing with 1-A’s baby.

Please don’t repost, edit, or claim my works as your own. Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated.

[hajimine]

➵ HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY LOSE A GAME

a/n: this is a req from my old blog that i really liked so i’m doing another one but with different characters this time :] i love this concept sm bc our boys need our love and support as well :( they shouldn’t be the one giving all the time

characters: iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou (yes, again <3), oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ his brows were furrowed and his mouth was pulled into a straight line, the frustration in his face clearly visible. he’s trying to avoid your gaze, and when you gently hold his face to get him to look at you, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists, glassy eyes betraying the tough-guy facade he’s trying so hard to maintain. “it’s not your fault,” you whisper, kissing the crease between his brows. you engulf him in a hug, gently holding his head against your chest, hoping that the steady beat of your heart can bring him some sense of peace and stability. “you did amazing in the game, hajime, one loss doesn’t reflect the entirety of your skills.” his fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, and he grasps it tightly, almost as if he’s afraid that you’re going to leave. “you’re my ace, alright? i’m proud of you.” iwaizumi exhales loudly and melts into the hug, the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipating as you place a kiss on the crown of his head.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU ➞ he’s a mess. bokuto doesn’t even seem to notice that you’re currently standing just a few feet away from where he’s sitting. “kou?” you tried. no response. “baby,” you call out again, approaching him and carding your fingers through his already disheveled hair. “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. you’ll blast through them even more next time, kay? just like you always do.” he looks up at you with his lips downturned, and your heart hurts because of how broken he looks. “let’s go home, i’ll order your favorite food and we can cuddle ‘til you fall asleep, yeah?” you place your hands on his cheeks and smile at him, hoping that he can see how proud of him you are. you give him a kiss on the forehead, one on each eyelid, another on the tip of his nose, and one last one on the corner of his lips. he pulls you into a tight hug and buries his face in your stomach, breathing in your scent. and when he finally releases you from his embrace, the frown on his lips is still present, but his eyes shine a little bit brighter than it did a few moments ago.

OIKAWA TOORU ➞ he’s cheerful and bubbly and flirty, but everything is just so painfully fake. his smile doesn’t reach his eyes at all, and when he thinks no one is looking, you see him staring into the distance with an empty look in his eyes. “hey,” you walk towards him with intent, and before he could utter yet another cheery greeting, you poke him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. he whines dramatically, but you completely ignore him and clasp your fingers behind his neck, pulling him towards you so that the two of you were at eye level with each other. “stop pretending like you’re okay. you don’t have to wear a fake smile in front of me, i’m here for you, alright?” you pressed your forehead against his and watch as the practiced smile on his lips crumble, allowing you to see the person behind the mask—someone who’s tired and sad and angry; someone who has real and raw emotions. okay, he murmurs, voice cracking just a little bit. he squeezes his eyes shut and clings onto you, and the two of you stay there for a little while as he mimics your steady breathing to get himself to calm down.

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ he’s quiet. sitting on the bench with his face buried in the palms of his hands, akaashi’s shoulders are hunched, as if he desperately wants to make himself look smaller. you sit next to him and places a hand on his lap, “keiji,” you whisper. you don’t offer him anything else; you don’t try to get him to talk because you know that’s not what he needs right now. the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, and after a few moments, akaashi takes a deep breath and places his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently—an expression of gratitude. you can’t help but smile when he lays his head on your shoulder and laces his fingers in yours, “i love you,” you whisper. akaashi doesn’t answer immediately, but the way he places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and how his lips linger on your skin for a moment too long speaks louder than those three words ever could. he might not be the most verbal of men, but he expresses his love and appreciation for you in more ways than one.

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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yes!! also reposted with a sc rather then answering bc the wording meant it wouldnt show A

Nagito Komaeda N$FW alphabet

CWs: N$FW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The first few times i think he would be pretty emotional, he might even cry, but definitely clinging to you softly and thanking you, telling you he loves you so much (if you’ve already said i love to one another by that stage). It happens later on as well, but less often.

He’d usually hold you or let you hold him, soft conversation or a gentle silence for a while, perhaps a nap. And then he’d go run a bath or something, he doesn’t want to feel sticky all day.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He hates himself, but he loves your body. Your hands are so gentle, soothing and soft. He likes your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I’ll be honest if it was down to him he’d do it on the sheets everytime, he feels like it would be dirtying you if he did it inside, you’d have to reassure him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

At first he hides all of his sexual thoughts, scared you will hate him for it. As your relationship progresses he feels more comfortable.

He has a secret praise kink. He likes being complimented, but thinks he doesnt deserve it

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No sexual experience. He’s very messy? You can tell his movements are uncertain, and he messes up a few times, but it’s not like he knows nothing at all yknow?

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

when hes tired he prefers you on top, but he enjoys any position that allows you two to be close together to be honest

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he might make a few jokes? but not many, not beyond a few teases

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel like he usually doesnt, but sometimes if he wants to make an impression he might trim or shave.

It does match the drapes, with occasional hairs the same colour as his old brown hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

hes always very gentle. the intimacy level depends on your personal mood,, but he can be very loving and soft at moments.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

yeah he does. I dont think he’d feel too embarrassed if you found him either

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

bondage!! being blindfolded !! he likes being degraded to an extent

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

he doesnt care LMAO hes happy enough to do it anywhere, public or private this man is down

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

he likes you coming on to him, he likes feeling wanted if that makes sense

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t insult you. Tease you? Call you needy? Yeah. But he can’t find it in himself to call you anything insulting

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

both. he loves pleasuring you, he loves making you happy,, but equally the first time you sucked him off he probably cried from knowing you wanted to pleasure him as well. he’ll never ask you to, never.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

At first he’s definitely slower, he’s still unwell (although recovering!). The longer he has the faster and longer he can go

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he likes quickies! he doesnt have a preference on quickies or not either,, but his cheeks will be very red and hair tousled afterwards so most people will guess what you two where up to if you do

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

yes!! very much so

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

see the pace question,, same thing here!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he doesnt own any, bar perhaps one or two, but he enjoys experimenting with them. if youre into them he’ll buy a whole lot, the mans rich

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he does love to tease! moments where he’s more dom especially, he has an almost sadistic streak that comes out to play at times

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

oh hes loud. whines and loud moans, he doesnt even try to silence himself

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he LOVES lingerie. either him wearing it or you wearing it,, if you called him your pretty boy he’d probably melt.

also a switch.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

uncircumcised, uhh roughly 7? i feel like he’s packing i wont lie

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Research on google by yours truly has stated people with Frontotemporal Dementia can get an increase in s3xual desire,, i know the implication is that the coma cured Nagito, but i think some effects may be long term / permanent. So i think he may have a fairly high sex drive,, he’s good at masking it though… kind of.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty soon, he likes to be held or hold you on his chest.

[twilight-orchid]

Regis for the “send me a character” list!

AW YEAH THANK YOU!

favorite thing about them: I love how he’s simultaneously extremely eloquent and dignified but he’s also a troublemaker and a rabble-rouser. Like I love that he says he not only thought about becoming a burglar, but that the only reason he didn’t is that he thought it would be boring. He’s so chaotic and I LOVE IT

Least favorite thing about them: This one was really hard, but probably that he seems to kinda to take the world on his shoulders. Like he makes himself responsible for things out of his control and is willing to sacrifice himself and his happiness for others. An example I think of is him essentially torturing himself at Tesham Mutna as a way of repaying Dettlaff. And when we meet Dettlaff for the first time he says he’s working on helping Dettlaff be less bestial as if it's his responsibility and his fault if Dettlaff doesn’t integrate successfully into human society. Idk, I just feel like he’s really hard on himself and doesn’t give himself enough credit.

Favorite line: Okay this is several lines but it’s so Regis and it makes me happy. 

“When speaking of facts, tangible matters, I do indeed strive to express myself precisely and at length. However, when our discussions center on affairs of the intuition or things vampiric, my utterances are indeed towards the taciturn. For even the longest discourse would not allow me to explain to my interlocutor any issue of this purview satisfactorily.”

(side note for below, I think OTP means one true pairing but I have no clue if that's right and if I interpreted the three OTP questions right but here we go) 

brOTP: His friendship with Geralt is such goals. They banter, pick on each other, and yet they’re best friends and each would throw hands for the other. I haven’t gotten to the point in the books where we meet Regis but I am SO EXCITED. And again while I haven’t reached that part yet, I feel like he and Dandelion’s relationship would be super fun too.

OTP: While I don’t really ship characters with other characters, (I'm an x reader xOC kinda gal) I really feel like he and Dettlaff have a relationship that could be suited to a relationship rather than just a friendship. They’re personalities just feel like they would mesh well together in that dynamic. 

nOTP: If it weren’t canon that they’re friends I would never expect him to get along with Orianna. She actively participates in several activities that go against his current moral compass. And while it’s true that he used to do similar things as far as blood-drinking go, he overcame that addiction. It kinda reminds me of when you overcome any addiction and you sometimes have to part ways with the friends you had while you were still addicted because they either don’t understand you getting clean or try to drag you back into it. I kinda feel like she would be one of those friends for him. The game doesn’t say if Regis knows about what she does at the orphanage but if he did, I don’t personally feel that he would be okay it. While she isn’t killing the kids it’s still a really messed up Stockholm situation. Idk though, since he’s also a vampire he may be more empathetic or apathetic towards it especially since she doesn’t kill them. But again, idk I may be totally wrong. Sorry, that turned into an unnecessarily long thing lol.

random headcannon: I definitely headcanon Regis fidgeting when he’s deep in thought/ reading/ studying. Bouncing his knee, fiddling with his fingers, adjusting his clothes, running his tongue across his teeth, tapping his nails on the closest hard surface available, all that stuff. Idk if I’m projecting bc I do those, but the way he always holds and moves his satchel and messes with his gloves makes me feel like he has those tendencies.

Unpopular opinion: This one is kinda weird bc he also gives off mad vibes that he's a boss bitch and he knows it, but I think he has an underlying sense of self-loathing and depression. Living as a higher vampire among humans for eternity while never fully fitting in and having to watch the few mortals you become close to grow old and die would make anyone depressed. He says vampires don’t understand why human cling to life, so it’s not like he ignores that people are going to die, but I feel like it really bothers him that, for example, Geralt will die one day. He also just gives me a feeling of not being happy with himself but burying and masking it. There’s definitely guilt from his younger years but like the little journal he kept by his bed, he questions his choices in life and is at times unsatisfied that he’s chosen to ostracize himself from his peers. I think that may cause some more guilt as well since the opposite is how he used to live when he was young. Idk, I can’t really explain it, and the examples I gave weren’t all of why I think this, but I just feel like he hides self-esteem issues under a guise of eloquence and intellect.

Song I associate with them: Okay don’t laugh, but going by lyrics I think of Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day. It’s frequently pointed out that he’s a loner and yet he seems to have a hankering for company. And now that I’ve written this down, I now have a vivid image of emo young Regis with black eyeliner and an MCR teeshirt jamming to Green Day.😂

Favorite picture of them: There re a TON of screenshots posted on tumblr that I adore but since I don’t want to repost something, I’ll include my favorite of the ones I’ve taken. (which isn’t a lot I need to work on fixing that. Getting screenshots off my ps4 is a bitch tho lol) I WILL, however, tag some of my favorite blogs that post amazing screenshots and other awesome witcher content. @wholelottatiffy @gharashambles @witcher-not-quitter @mackallackattack @assbuttfromhell

He looks all focused and badass. I also just like how he looks in candlelight.

I do not think the answers were supposed to be this long but boy do I have feelings about Regis lol. Thank you so much for the ask! Also if you follow me and don’t follow @dreamerlavellan, you need to! Both she and hers blog are amazing.

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❝ Even if you are a small forest surviving off of moon alone: your light is extraordinary. ❞ MILENA TSCHARNTKE? No, that’s actually FENNA VAN DEN BERG. A SIXTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE NEUTRALS. SHE/THEY identifies as GENDERQUEER and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be FICKLE, ESCAPIST and DISTANT, but also ARTISTIC, STEADY and INDEPENDENT.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag. CHARACTER PARALLELS: susanna kaysen (girl, interrupted), chidi anagonye (the good place), pam halpert (the office), riley blue (sense8) HELLO gang, so this is a rewrite/repost of my old intro. fenna is now sixteen, not twenty six, and she’s a puff rather than a beauxbatons graduate. some of this will be the same, some will not! yeet!

history

fenna is born to a dutch family in the city of utrecht as the youngest of three. her family is a rich one --- one of the richest, actually. they’re ambitious and cunning and success and reputation are words that fenna is all too familiar with growing up. there is no room for oddities or rebellion or putting a toe out of line and fenna doesn’t mind. they’re good at rules and doing what is expected and falling in line, anyways. it’s safe. it’s easy.

her father has to go abroad for work. a lot. germany, france, belgium, the uk ... he’s more away from home than he’s not. when the company he works for (or, well, partly owns, really) has a great opportunity to become even more global, he drags his family with him to england, where they settle in manchester. it’s an exciting thing, to move across europe when you’re seven, but a sad one, too. fenna says goodbye to all their friends and teachers and weeps in the car and refuses to learn english.

they do learn, eventually. fenna doesn’t have much of a choice, as they attend muggle private school. and once they know their way around the language, they do well in school. unaware of the fact that they’re a wix, there’s a lot of pressure on their shoulders and they work hard, their focus iron-like, their wish to please their parents great. but in moments of stress, their magic shows --- and fenna is scared of it. fenna does not tell their parents, out of fear of disapproval and raised eyebrows, not wanting to admit that this is something real in the first place. in stead, they get the best grades and play the piano and keep their worries locked in their heart. magic isn’t real.

and yet, the truth comes out one day. fenna is a witch, they’re all told, and it’s a shock. they are to go to a school in scotland and study magic there. it’s a shock. it’s like a bomb goes off in their home. but here’s the thing --- their parents didn’t stop loving them. and yet, something did change in the way she was loved, and fenna -- quiet and observant -- noticed it all too well.

because here’s the thing --- when you’re a witch, you can’t go to one of the top universities in the uk and become a doctor or lawyer or politician, you can’t fill the mold that comes with being a van den berg, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t. and that was what life was all about for fenna up until now, and what it is still all about for their family, and suddenly for them, that was over. so things changed. slowly but surely and eventually disastrously ( but we’re not there yet ).

so fenna was off to this boarding school, with their eyes wide open and their heart hammering. from day one, a wedge started growing between them and their family. whether it was disapproval, insecurities or the distance that forced it, no one really knows --- but it was there, from the beginning, and only grew bigger. meanwhile fenna did find themselves at hogwarts, falling in love with magic and the feeling of control they got when spells went right. the pressure was off from her family ---- what did they care if they succeeded in magic? it’d not mean anything in the muggle world. doing well at hogwarts was something fenna did for themselves and yes, that still made them stressed and anxious and the pressure was still there, but it had lessened, changed.

fenna started sending less owls to home. they and their family grew apart more and while that happened, they found something called independence and that it came quite easily to them. fenna learned what living for themselves was. they learned that, damn it, there were no dreams for great successes in law or politics living inside of them. there was a passion for art, though, for all kinds of it. painting especially, was what they fell in love with.

queerphobia tw / after her fifth year, fenna had grown into an independent, but solitary person. their art had become better, their passions grown bigger, their relationship with their parents as fragile as a bomb. fenna spent the summer at home, trying to see what was wrong, what was happening with them and their parents. in the end, they decided that something was just horribly wrong. their parents were no monsters, but they struggled with fenna’s magic, and their wishes to become an artist, with their gender and sexuality, with everything, really. there were fights. there were disagreements. fenna felt terrible, being home, and longed for the end of summer, for a return to hogwarts, for a place to feel at damn home end of tw

it was just hard, with their family. there was never any real confrontational harsh destruction, never a moment of outspoken disapproval or disappointment. everything was kept in the shadows. in their home, there was no room for honesty, and if there was, it was like a bomb exploding, with everything coming out. it was suffocating. fenna couldn’t do it any more.

i do think that this moment during summer break was significant. it was a push for fenna to grow more serious about their passions. they want to go to art school, want to do what they want to do, because they know that they will never be happy doing what their parents want from them. they’re ready for the world, to chase their dreams --- i mean, it’s utterly terrifying, but fenna is finally daring to think about a future in the arts, rather than a future with more stability, one that fit in the image they always had of their own future.

and then they return to hogwarts and the war breaks out. the war is ... well, it’s fucking terrifying, frankly. fenna is no fighter, they know that. they’re no good with dueling or offensive spells. they’re no good in any of this, frankly ---- fenna craves control in everything in their lives and they dont have that with this war, especially as it does target people like them. for now, they are neutral, cowardly hiding in the shadows. they know that there’s things to do, that there should be things she could do, that she should not hide in fear but --- how do you not do that, if that is your instinct? 

personality & ramblings

meet fenna --- your local tortured artist! sad pal, with a good heart but a lot of insecurities and doubts clouding it. i’m going to try and just summarise their general personality here!!

fenna is first and foremost independent. they don’t rely on anyone but themselves, and like it that way. they don’t feel independent, they feel absolutely bloody lost, but they are. this partly comes from the fact that they like to feel in control and at this point, they do hold a lot of the reigns when it comes to stuff in her life? they also rly like things that are logical because of this, like maths and arithmancy and potions

fenna is ... both incredibly emotional and completely rigid? in their private time, they cry and rage easily, but to the outside world they’re definitely quite composed and rigid. fenna is good at pretense and masks and not showing all that is going on.

as a friend, they’re nurturing and kind and always down for a spontaneous night of shenanigans. doesn’t like DANGER but does like shenanigans.

idk i can go on for forever theyre such a mess

nsfw / fenna’s genderqueer/femme. they use both she/her and they/them pronouns --- it depends on how they’re feeling, but also who they’re with, tbh. they’re pansexual/panromantic and very easy when it comes to sex. puts the ho in art ho! nah but for real they sleep around and they don’t think much of it at all tbh, sex is fun and it relaxes her and it’s a good time for everyone involved / end

oof such a romantic, deep down. just aesthetic wise for sure, but also ... fenna does love like, jane austen and the bronte sisters and old romance novels and shitty romcoms and ahhhh. does believe in true love but ? have they given it a shot? really? not rly. too afraid of it.

also, def has some stereotypical muggleborn stuff going on. never used quills, thinks the wizarding world is a mess always, etc. they also love muggle culture in general and is addicted to netflix tbh. VERY MAD ABOUT THE PHONE BAN! they miss pinterest and netflix big time.

depression & anxiety tw / fenna is depressed & has general anxiety disorder. both are undiagnosed at the moment, as they don’t really . understand that something might be going on, or rather are in denial about it. i mean, to a certain extent they know that something’s not right, but they don’t want to take any steps to find help, because they downplay it Big Time in their mind. the war is definitely contributing to all this. end of tw.

honestly they just want to move the fuck away from this war, either back to the netherlands. they dont! like! this! war.

i could see them joining the MA, somewhere along the line? but rn fenna just. likes sitting in their corner. escaping from this shitty reality. smoking some pot. painting some shit. ignoring the reality of the world. 

ALSO I RLY STRUGGLED W THEIR HOUSE BC LIKE FENNA WOULD DO SO WELL IN RAVENCLAW BUT! I THINK THEY WORK WELL AS A PUFF BC IF YOURE THEIR FRIEND THEY ARE SO LOYAL! AND THEY DONT MIND HARD WORK when its GOOD work and also theyre just. a nice person.