#someone tell them they need to rest sometimes

[steveseddie]

looking for something dumb to do

written for @steddiebingo 12 days of christmas mini event | prompt: proposal | rating: t | wc: 2,1k | tags: modern setting, past billy/steve, first meetings, flirting, fake proposal

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Eddie sits at the restaurant, scrolling mindlessly on his phone, waiting for Wayne.

He laughs at yet another one of those hilarious videos of parents doing the Grinch prank on their kids. Seriously, there are so many and he finds them infinitely amusing. He just sent the latest one to Gareth, knowing he’ll get a kick out of it too, and is waiting for his reply when someone slides into the seat in front of him. 

He knows it’s not his uncle before he even looks up because he just texted Eddie to say he was running late– and ain’t that rich coming from the same man who’s always complaining about Eddie never being on time? 

Anyway. 

Eddie locks his phone just as Gareth’s reply comes in but he does get a glimpse of a string of laughing emojis before he looks up. “Sorry, man, that seat is–” 

But the rest of the words die in his throat when his brain momentarily stops working. It does that sometimes, especially around hot guys. Like the one sitting in front of Eddie, staring at him with a tiny frown between his eyebrows, probably wondering why Eddie stopped talking like he got sniped. 

“Taken. That seat is taken,” he finishes. Unlike me, Eddie thinks as he gives the guy an obvious once-over. 

“Shit, sorry, of course, but can you– can you hear me out for a second?” 

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, his interest piqued. The guy is hunched over himself like he’s trying to hide and his voice has a frantic tilt.

“Uh sure, man, what’s up?” 

The guy probably expected Eddie to tell him to fuck off because he lets out a relieved little sigh when he agrees to listen to him. Then he leans over the table, lowering his voice. 

“Do you see that guy with the mustache waiting at the entrance? He’s my ex-boyfriend and a dick and he just showed up with the girl that he cheated on me with,” he explains hurriedly. 

Eddie locates the guy waiting to be seated and the girl holding his hand. He’s hot and she’s hot but the guy sitting in front of him has them both beat.

“So I haven’t seen him since I caught them together and ended things with him and– you know when you break up with someone and constantly think about how things will go when you run into them again? How they’ll see you and realize they lost the breakup and made a mistake by letting you go?” Eddie gives a short nod and the guy keeps going. “Right so that was my plan, only there’s a problem because the guy I was meeting for dinner tonight stood me up and now I’m here alone and pathetic and fucking Billy is here with his fiancée! Yes, they’re going to get married! Even if he always insisted he would never do that and–” 

He keeps rambling but Eddie is stuck on the fact that not only did this guy get cheated on but also someone stood him up. What the fuck? 

If he ever went on a date with someone as hot as him, Eddie would lock him down faster than anyone can say–

“–help?” 

Eddie blinks. Shit. The guy just asked him something and he has no idea what it was. 

“Uh, s–sure, how can I help?” 

Despite his flawless attempt to make it seem like he was paying attention, the guy can tell Eddie zoned out at some point. It drags an amused chuckle out of him. “I thought I could sit here with you until they leave or until they are seated and I can sneak out without them seeing me,” he says, running a hand through his hair and giving Eddie a sheepish look. 

Eddie’s phone lights up with a text then. The guy’s eyes dart down, and even if he can’t read what it says, he makes his own assumptions. 

“Unless– unless your date is almost here and you need me to fuck off before they arrive?” He says, his expression turning panicked again. He moves his chair back as if to get up and leave, almost taking out the poor waiter.

Eddie reaches across the table and grabs hold of his sweater, stopping him. “Actually my date is just my uncle and he said he’s running late,” he says with his fingers wrapped around the guy’s wrist. 

His eyes flicker down, widening a little but he doesn’t pull his hand back. “So?” 

“So you can stay.”

The guy visibly relaxes. “Fuck, thanks so much–”

“Eddie,” he offers when the guy trails off. 

“Thanks, Eddie,” the guy says with a lopsided grin that makes Eddie’s chest flutter. 

Eddie nods and leans back until his chair is balancing on two legs. He has no choice but to let go of the guy’s sweater. “So what are we doing here? Are we friends? Are we on a first date? Have we been dating for a while? What’s the game plan, big boy?”

The guy sputters, adorably flustered. “We don’t– we don’t have to do anything like that, man.” 

“Why? I’m not pretty enough to make your ex jealous?” Eddie teases, pouting a little. 

“No!” The guy hurries to say then realizes what that sounds like and blushes furiously. “I mean– no, that’s not it. You’re definitely pretty. Handsome. Hot. Uh–”

Eddie can’t help the way his grin gets bigger with every compliment until he can feel his dimples digging into his cheeks. By then the guy’s face is as red as the tablecloth. “Oh keep ‘em coming, sweetheart. Flattery definitely works on me.”

He chuckles nervously. “It’s just– I can’t ask you to do that, man.”

“Do what? Pretend that a guy like me can get a date with someone as hot as you?” He leans forward again, resting his chin on his palms and smirking. “Oh, baby, it would be my pleasure.” 

“Jesus,” the guy mutters. Eddie’s blatant flirting doesn’t give him a chance to get his blush under control. “I guess we could pretend we’re on a date if you’re up for it.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie notices Billy and his fiancée following a waiter to their table. They’re going to walk right past them and there’s no way he won’t see Steve. As they get closer, Eddie catches a glimpse of the engagement ring on the girl’s finger–

“I’ll do you one better,” he says as he gets an idea. “Do you trust me?” 

The guy lets out an amused laugh. “I just met you,” he says, and when Eddie shrugs like he’s saying– so? he adds, “Okay, sure, why not?” 

Eddie shoots him a grin. “What’s your name?” 

“Steve.” 

“Your full name.”

“Harrington,” Steve says, his face pulling into a frown. “Why do you need my last–”

“Steve Harrington!” Eddie says loudly, watching as Steve’s eyes widen almost comically. The people around them whip their heads in their direction, including Billy and his girl. Perfect.

“I was planning to do this after dinner but I just can’t hold myself back anymore,” Eddie continues just as loudly. He furtively removes one of his many rings before pushing his chair back and standing up. 

He shoots Steve a quick wink and drops down on one knee. 

“Oh my God,” Steve whispers disbelievingly as he understands what’s happening. His shock only makes Eddie’s plan more believable. 

“Steve, Stevie, sweetheart, I still remember the moment when we met like it was five minutes ago,” he starts, watching Steve’s lips twitch almost imperceptibly. “I remember thinking you were so fucking out of my league you shouldn’t even be talking to me, but fate willed it so, and now I’m lucky enough to call you mine. So now I ask you to let me call you mine forever. Steve, the love of my life, my Prince Charming, the best lay I’ve ever had, will you please marry me?” He finishes by holding up his ring, looking expectantly at Steve, wondering if he’ll play along. 

He does.

Wiping a fake tear, he leans forward on his chair, cupping Eddie’s cheeks between his hands. “Eddie, our time together might seem short but I’ve always known I was right to pick you,” Steve says and Eddie has to hold back a snigger when he follows his lead– sticking to the truth as much as they can. “Now I’m picking you again. Forever. Yes, I will marry you.”

The people around them start clapping when Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides his ring on his finger. He presses a kiss to the back of his hand, earning some cooing from the two women sitting on the table next to theirs. Billy doesn’t clap and his nose wrinkles when Steve pulls Eddie to his feet and into a hug,  glaring at the back of his head.

Eddie can’t help but smirk against Steve’s shoulder. 

“You’re insane,” he mutters into Eddie’s hair. It should be weird hugging a stranger but Eddie actually enjoys it. It feels familiar somehow. “Thank you.”

Eddie pulls back and grins, his hands still on Steve’s hips. “Aren’t you glad you picked me, huh, sweetheart?” 

Steve lets out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I am.”

“Eddie?” A familiar gruff voice says and Eddie whips his head around to see his uncle approaching, his eyes darting from Eddie to Steve to Eddie’s hands on Steve’s waist and Steve’s arms looped around Eddie’s neck. 

“Wayne!” He says, his grin not faltering for a second. This isn’t the weirdest thing Wayne has walked in on when it comes to Eddie. “You’re just in time to meet your new son-in-law!”

Wayne’s eyebrows shoot up and next to him, Steve makes a strangled sound. 

Eddie signals a waiter and it turns out to be the same one who was guiding Billy and his girl to their table before. Billy is nowhere to be found, he probably scurried off to their table while Steve and Eddie were distracted with each other, hoping Steve wouldn’t see him. Serves you right, asshole, he thinks triumphantly. 

“What can I do for the happy couple? Congratulations, by the way,” the waiter says and Eddie beams, pulling Steve closer with the arm wrapped around his waist. 

“Thank you, kind sir. Can you get us another chair for my uncle?”

The waiter nods and goes to retrieve one. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to– I can just go–” Steve says, a faint pink blush covering his cheeks.

“I can’t let you leave, Steve. We’re engaged now, it’d look weird,” Eddie says, and it’s true but he also doesn’t want to say goodbye to Steve yet.

And maybe Steve doesn’t want to say goodbye either because he folds easily. “Yeah, okay.”

They explain to Wayne what he walked into and his uncle gets a kick out of it. He and Steve get along surprisingly well, and by the end of the night, it almost feels like Steve was part of their dinner plans from the beginning. 

Wayne leaves shortly after dessert but Steve and Eddie stick around for one more drink, neither of them wanting the night to end. 

It has to, eventually, but Eddie is pretty sure that this won’t be the last he sees of Steve, not after they spent the whole night getting to know each other and flirting up a storm.

On their way out they run into Billy and his girlfriend, and Steve almost seems surprised when they do. Like he forgot Billy was there, despite him being the reason why he talked to Eddie in the first place.  Their conversation is short but Eddie makes sure to hold Steve’s hand the whole time and call Billy ‘Bobby’ a total of three times just to annoy him.

After they leave, Eddie walks Steve to his car. 

“Thanks again,” he says, leaning against the door. “For helping me out. And for dinner.”

“It was my pleasure,” Eddie smiles. “We should do it again sometime.”

Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Stage a proposal?”

Eddie chuckles. “Well, I was thinking about dinner but I’m always happy to get down on my knees for a hot guy,” he says with a wink. 

A slightly strangled laugh tumbles out of Steve’s lip but his eyes sparkle with interest. “Maybe let’s start with dinner. Just the two of us.”

They exchange numbers, promising to call each other. When Eddie turns around to start walking toward his van, Steve calls his name.

“Don’t forget your ring,” he says, sliding it off. 

But Eddie reaches out to stop him. “Keep it,” he says, “you can give it to me next time.” 

With a grin, Steve slides it back on. 

He ends up keeping the ring, but that’s okay because Eddie gets to keep Steve. 

[margeoww]

In the Stillness of the Stars

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pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: a quiet night under the stars reveals the softer side of luke as he shares a rare moment of vulnerability with you.

The stars above Camp Half-Blood always seemed brighter when the nights were quiet. Tonight was one of those nights, the kind where the air carried a stillness so heavy it almost felt sacred. You didn’t expect Luke to find you here, sitting on the hill overlooking the strawberry fields.

—Couldn’t sleep? —his voice broke the silence, soft and familiar.

You looked up to see him standing there, his golden hair catching the faint glow of moonlight. He wasn’t wearing his usual smirk; instead, his expression was calm, almost serene.

—Something like that. —you said, patting the patch of grass beside you. —What about you?

He sat down, the warmth of his presence chasing away the chill in the air. —Same. —he admitted, glancing at the sky. —Too much on my mind.

It was rare for Luke to talk about himself, to let his guard down. You didn’t press him, knowing he’d speak when he was ready. Instead, you tilted your head back to look at the stars, the silence between you comfortable and unspoken.

—Do you ever wonder if the gods look down on us? —he asked suddenly, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place, bitterness, maybe, or longing.

—All the time. —you admitted. —But I don’t think they’re watching for the reasons we hope.

Luke huffed a quiet laugh, and you felt his shoulder brush against yours as he leaned back on his hands. —No, probably not. But it’s nice to imagine, isn’t it? That someone up there actually cares.

You turned to him then, catching the way his gaze lingered on the stars. In this light, he looked almost boyish, like the weight of his responsibilities had been momentarily lifted.

—They care. —you said softly, —just not the way we need them to.

He glanced at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you, the stars above and the earth beneath your feet.

—Sometimes I think you’re the only person who really sees me. —he murmured, his voice so quiet it was almost lost to the wind.

Your breath caught in your throat. —I do see you, Luke. All of you. Not just the brave leader or the rebel. The person underneath it all.

He smiled then, small and almost shy, as if he didn’t quite know how to handle your words. —And that doesn’t scare you?

—No. —you said without hesitation. —It makes me want to stay.

His hand found yours, his fingers threading through yours with a tenderness that caught you off guard. —I don’t know what I did to deserve you. —he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You squeezed his hand gently. —Maybe the gods are looking out for us after all.

Luke laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine, and for the first time that night, you saw a flicker of hope in his eyes.

As the stars continued to shine above, you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. In that moment, the chaos of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet, undeniable connection between you and Luke Castellan.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. Luke’s thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, his touch sending a warmth through you that the cool night couldn’t chase away.

—I don’t deserve this. —he murmured again, his voice thick with emotion. —I don’t deserve you.

You turned to face him fully, your free hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. His skin was warm under your touch, his blue eyes wide and searching. —Stop saying that. —you whispered. —You deserve so much more than you think.

For a moment, Luke just looked at you, his expression vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. Then, as if pulled by some unseen force, he leaned closer. His forehead rested against yours, and his breath mingled with yours in the cool night air.

—Tell me to stop. —he said softly, his lips just a whisper away from yours.

—I won’t. —you replied, your voice steady, your heart pounding.

And then his lips were on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant, as if he was afraid you might pull away. But when you didn’t, he deepened it, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. It was a kiss filled with everything he couldn’t put into words—gratitude, longing, and a quiet, unshakable love.

When you finally pulled apart, you stayed close, your noses brushing. Luke smiled, small and genuine, the kind of smile he only ever showed you.

—Maybe the stars were watching after all. —he said, his voice light with a hint of awe.

You laughed softly, resting your forehead against his. —Then let them watch.

The world around you seemed to fade away again, leaving only the two of you beneath the endless sky, hearts finally beating in sync.

[superconductivebean]

Just my thoughts—as a fandom hermit of sorts.

Creating for nobody but yourself is actually discouraging when it's done repulsively. You'll feel its hard slap later down the line—unless your inner reader began to enjoy you as an author. They will gradually subside your inner critic and might teach them few lessons in how to appreciate maybe not the work itself—who of us doesn't have an one we dislike in some way?—but the craftwork went behind its creation.

How to do that?

Surprisingly easy.

Watch your creative decisions. Introspect. See yourself in your work.

You are inseparable in some way or another, your reflection is present within it, and by that I imply how you felt writing it and why did you think something would or wouldn't work. The only one who usually know is you, so, if you feel something is wrong, it probably is. The best is the enemy of the good, yes, but I'm not talking about perfectionism. I'm talking about the need to listen to that tingle and being able to assess it before editing.

Perfectionism is, in a sense, artistic pessimism. It tells you everything is wrong but it can't be an objective truth. Then some scenes must be wrong, and alright, good, the field is narrowed down. Which ones? Where? Why? At that point, put the work away for a day or two, then re-open, re-see, realise, that yes, that could be improved, except it isn't a scene. It's a sloppy word choice. It changed the sentence, that avalanched into a little rearrangement, and voila, everything works.

You fight the pessimistic outlook with a little bit of rest.

The more you learn how to treat your work, the more you might grow excited to try new things and not because you want to show them to the world but first to yourself.

That little part of you is who actually matter. Learn to love these little emotion abstractions. Care for the little guy, nurse them, feed them different ideas, styles, work them up to your master and see yourself forming in directions you'd never thought you would be able to simply because them—you—wanted to try something new. It would not matter if those were successful or not; when the entire process is a journey, the output's performance begins to matter very little.

Besides, the little guy would want company—and that's when other people come in. The reader doesn't like negative responses or no responses at all, true. Know who does? Your inner critic.

They're all too eager to overthink things and they're the perpetrator of your pessimism. So make them analyse why something clicks for many people and why something goes under their radar, make them a little analytics-building machine (which is also a skill), and just keep its outputs close in case you're curious how different fandoms or communities work. It's mostly a useless information. But you will be certain about things, and certainty brings comfort.

It will help to find readers in case you'd need more, too. Or if you'd like to meet someone new. But is it a guaranteed method? No, it isn't. Sometimes you'll write the most influential fandom monsterfic and all these people will pass by. Othertimes you'd write the smallest fic in the fandom but all its people will get around it because they liked your take on things or became curious with your ideas—and they can actually stuck around. You may never know. Fandom isn't business, it is rather a wild fair with barely predictable events in its main mystery.

Besides.

You can't make yourself a miracle to everyone; but be the miracle to yourself, and people will notice it and will try to comprehend you. Be Original, they say. They lie. They want the same jacket but red. Or the same jacket but sewn from kelps. Be Familiar But Be Outland-ish. Do your thing, that everybody else does, in your own fascinating way. Be the artist after all, be that bitch and leave people with the art-shaped holes in their thoughts.

I used to play an instrument once. I was bad at it, well, I was taught poorly and was only ever learning how to play from the sheets. It never go outwith or far and the instrument is long-sold, but I'm still able to recall the emotions I had while playing it. Heartbeat was the metronome, the hands were going in perfect synch, the entire body was able to feel the timings, and at some point, it wasn't simply the flow and going along with it. It was being the flow. The architect behind its creation—well, yes, the music wasn't mine, but being able to recreate it and make it sound as it supposed to sound was utterly captivating, enamouring, absolutely wondrous experience.

Years later I became enamoured with the writing—the process of it. If I manage to build the flow correctly and sail down my own rivers with little to no bump, unless planned, I'm overjoyed and amazed.

But will it go far? How well will it perform? Sometimes I do care if I know people might be interested, but beyond that, it's just doing its thing and bringing me joy because it's a puzzle, because it's a never-ending fascination—and because it's even more than that when done in the completely different tongue. And people take to it. Because it looks fun, perhaps, or it's something they had rarely seen before done in the language, or maybe it's just the way I tend to pick words and arrange them. I always get different answers. But what I know for certain: that something I found within me works both for me and people liking my things.

That what matters.

It all might sound a tad bit mental but it's so important to be in harmony with yourself as an author, as a reader, and as your own critic—who else knows you as much as you? Don't forget the people you have—the crowds will come and go, but the friends will stay.

Maybe this is a hot take, but as creative people, our #1 priority in our work should be ourselves.

It is not, AND SHOULD NEVER BE, what would get us the most engagement. Dispel "content creation," popularity, and monetization from your brain. Write, paint, draw what you want to! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

The people who resonate with it will eventually show up. But the people who don't? Who cares???? The art you personally create is meant to help you heal, to help you express, to bring you joy and pain!!!!

You need to learn how to work on something because you deeply care for it and can revel in that self-satisfaction. Of course recognition feels fucking great! We all want it. We are humans, but you need to stop creating with the idea of other people consuming your work!!!

Give into the art movement. Create a renaissance for yourself. Fuck other people. Be that bitch! People are not going to be in your lives forever, and when you're left to your own devices, you should be able to look at what you've created and fucking love it.

[bestalbertcamuslover]

Question...? pt.2

This is part two, here's part one, part three, and part four

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✯ pairing:  Jenson Button x pop star!Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: none✯

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It passed eventually, someone else filled her heart with awe, became the muse of her songs, and drew endless smiles on her face. Edward made her feel that fuzzy feeling in her stomach again, although not as intense, in a more steady way, not the rollercoaster she had once missed so much.

“Almost three years together,” Edward whispered softly in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

She smiled, leaning into him as they swayed to the music in the dim glow of their living room. The song wasn’t one of hers this time—it was something soft and jazzy, the kind of melody that didn’t demand attention but filled the space between them like a comforting blanket.

“Has it really been that long?” she teased, turning to meet his gaze.

Edward’s hazel eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned. “Feels like yesterday, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. And it did. Edward had slipped into her life like a missing piece of an endless puzzle, filling a gap she had not known existed. He wasn’t a whirlwind, not the kind to sweep her off her feet and leave her breathless. Instead, he was a steady rhythm, a soft crescendo that built into something solid, something real.

He was just a finance guy—a very one-of-a-kind one, since he was down-to-earth, very caring, very sensitive. And she felt lucky, very lucky. Almost as if he saw the real her—not the pop star, not an object or a fantasy, just a person. And she saw her true self in him, grounding her, not letting her ego get too big, not letting the savage scrutiny and unrelenting criticism get to her head.

Her songs were a mirror of her thoughts, sometimes even before they passed through her conscious mind. It showed, as her lyrics were cozy, felt like home. But that lovely home sometimes felt suffocating; that steady chimney did not offer the same heat as the untamed fire that once—only once—burned her.

She hated herself for it. For the way her mind wandered when he wasn’t looking. For the way her songs had started to carry a bittersweet edge, lyrics slipping through her consciousness before she could stop them. “Your touch is safe, your love is steady, but my heart remembers wild and unready.”

Jenson was not helping. He would sometimes mention her in interviews, his tone reminiscent of the one you would use when talking about an old friend. What they had was so fleeting, maybe even insignificant, that no one, not even the most die-hard fans, could tell it had happened. To everyone, they seemed to be just friends.

Why? she asked, almost begged the universe that had once cruelly united them, every time he did that. She also wondered if he listened to her songs, questioning the same thing. However, she doubted he would see himself as the muse for those. It was her mind magnifying whatever had happened, she felt. He played—or that was what she thought.

And again, the haunting lyrics and melodies that betrayed her true feelings she was fighting to ignore. The pen hovered over the page, her handwriting messy and uneven, as though the words were tumbling out faster than she could keep up. The melody looped softly in her mind, but the lyrics—those came fast, raw, and jagged, pulling at threads she thought she’d long since buried.

Good girl, bad boy. Big city, wrong choices.

She bit her lip, her chest tightening as she wrote the next lines, the memories flooding back with startling clarity, reviving those moments in an uncanny likeness. She didn’t need to think about it; it was all there, etched in the spaces of her mind she had forced herself to rarely visited. The crowded room, the teasing laughter, the kiss that lingered longer than it should have.

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room,And every single one of your friends was making fun of you,But 15 seconds later they were clapping too?

Her breath hitched. The words felt too real, too close, as if they exposed more than she was ready to admit, even to herself. She put down the pen and leaned back in her chair, staring at the half-finished song in front of her.

“Writing again?”

She startled, looking up to see Edward standing in the doorway, his hair mussed and his smile soft. He walked toward her, setting down a mug of tea beside her.

“Yeah,” she said quickly, closing the notebook slightly, but not enough to seem suspicious. “Just... messing around with some ideas.”

Edward sat down on the armrest of her chair, glancing at the page. “What’s this one about?”

She hesitated, her mind racing. She couldn’t tell him—not about the inspiration, not about the man who still haunted the corners of her songs like the most fearsome yet most unreal of ghosts. “It’s just fiction,” she explained lightly, forcing a smile. “Something I came up with while daydreaming.”

Edward frowned slightly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the notebook. “It doesn’t sound like us.”

“No,” she admitted, her voice carefully steady. “It’s not. It’s... a story, you know? Something I imagined after watching a movie.”

He studied her for a moment, his eyes soft but searching. “It’s good,” he responded finally. “A little sad, but good. You’re brilliant, you know that?”

Her stomach twisted as piercing guilt crept in. She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his, and smiled as genuinely as she could. “Thank you.”

Edward leaned down to kiss her forehead, then stood. “I’ll let you get back to it. Can’t wait to hear the final version.”

She watched him leave, her smile fading as soon as he was out of sight. Turning back to the notebook, she let out a shaky breath.

Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?

Her pen pressed harder against the page. The words came again, insistent and demanding, as if they refused to be ignored. 

She knew Edward would never suspect the truth behind the song. He’d take it for what she said it was—a story, a piece of fiction, a distant echo of someone else’s life. But she knew better. The truth was, Question...? wasn’t just a song.

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✯ authors note: I will do part three ASAP. I included more dialogue because part one sounded more like a chronicle than a story.

English is not my first language. I hope you liked it <333

[dustcrumbs]

Share every single one of your headcannons. Now. 😾

(You don't gota do them all, just as much as your comfortable with)

Rrr, gives u headcanons and some lil lore too bc im fucking impatient to tell it

Horror used to throw tantrums and was easily riled up before the run away incident

Dust was fucking horrible to Horror before the run away incident, like genuinely so unlikeable. Horror wanted to choke him to death, bc he was always doing too much!!

Killer is pansexual/romantic because of the fact that he doesn't care what gender someone is as long as they love him. He wants someone to look at him the way Dust looks at Horror.

Nightmare absolutely adores octopuses. He admires their intelligence and how people seem to doubt their capabilities. He saw himself in them. He kept one but realized that such an animal should be free and live the life they want to lead without someone else to keep them as some pet when they really aren't.

Nightmare does not eat meat! He loves animals and wants no harm upon them. He doesn't need to eat but he still has a preference.

Killer used to have an eating disorder

Horror still struggles with food still. He hordes food and sometimes starves himself to not waste his stash. He still thinks that they're going to run out one day, and so he tries to eat little as possible or eat as much as possible one day and never eat for the rest of the month.

No one other than Nightmare knows Horror is dyslexic! Horror didn't want anyone else to know because he doesn't want people to pity or make fun of him.

Cross misses the bad sanses, and he feels guilty for thinking that

Killer despises Cross. He abandoned them, no, he abandoned him. And now he acts as if they were never friends, even more than friends at times? It pisses him off. U can see their dynamic as the song "Are we still friends?" By Tyler, the creator. P.S. I was gonna make a comic about them too. I still might in the near future. :3

Epic was really freaked out by Killer when they first met. He was honestly nervous af and a bit scared. Killer saw him as a brave warrior somehow

Horror wants to be an astronaut. He never went to outertale because he doesn't want to. He wants to work for it, to work and see the stars himself.

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

TFA team Prime x Human!Reader headcanons.

Just some general crushing/relationship headcanons.

Optimus prime

He's absolutely shocked when he realizes he's fallen for a human.

He struggles a bit with the idea of a human and a cybertronian being together and how realistic it may or may not be.

Is definitely a bit nervous interacting with you one on one.

Tries to keep his cool but fails miserably lol.

Has made it his mission to protect you at all costs.

Despite his nervousness, he's quite affectionate.

It's just little things, but all stuff he knows you'd appreciate.

Always listen to you when you talk.

He remembers everything you say and will take note of like, dislikes, wants, and needs.

Takes him forever to muster up the courage to tell you how he feels.

His smile when you say you like him back is to die for.

This man yearns for cuddles but is too worried about hurting you or invading your personal space to just do it.

You gotta offer the cuddles.

Boundaries are number 1 on his priority list in a relationship.

He makes sure he doesn't cross any of yours.

He's definitely not all that openly affectionate around the rest of the team.

Hates Bumblebee's constant teasing.

When you two are alone, it's a very calm kind of affectionate if you know what I mean.

Honestly, your love is what keeps him going sometimes and needs you to know that.

He's a good leader and an even better boyfriend.

TFA Ratchet

This man is the definition of tsundere.

Can't figure out how in the wide world he ended up falling for a human.

So he denies his feelings for as long as he can.

Until they become too strong and he just can't.

Doesn't change how grouchy he is, tho lol.

It's a rare thing for him to say anything nice to you, but when he does, you can feel the sincerity behind them.

He would definitely end up confessing to you while protecting.

Trying to get this man to be openly affectionate is like trying to pull teeth 80% of the time.

He's not necessarily mean, just basic tsundere behavior.

But that 20% is something to die for.

Usually, it's late at night, when everyone else has powered down for the day and you two are the only ones still up.

It's at those times where he really opens up to you.

Not to mention, he appreciates having someone around to listen to him.

And he let you know he appreciates it.

He isn't much for physical affection.

Most you'll get is a caress on the cheek.

Acts or service is his main love language.

He'll fix certain things whether or not you've said anything about them, and he makes sure you take care of yourself.

He may be a little rough around the edges, but at the end of the day, he's a sweet guy deep down.

And he truly cares about you, no questions asked.

TFA Prowl

This man is fascinated by the idea of being in a relationship with a human.

But he never thought he'd be catching feelings for a human.

He's not quite sure what to do with these new feelings.

All he knows is that your presence makes him very happy.

It definitely takes him a while to figure out how to confess to you.

He's not used to being so open with other people.

He definitely gets a little bit flustered around you.

He's not quite sure what boyfriends do.

He tries taking advice from Bumblebee once but only once.

He vows to never do that again lol.

I feel like, despite him being a massive introvert, his love language is still quality time.

He really enjoys and values the time you two spend together.

Loves to study nature with you.

Whether that be through a nature walk or a nature documentary.

TFA Bumblebee

Gets a smile on his face every time you cuddle up next to him while watching a documentary.

Sometimes, he'll just space out and stare at you (until you look in his direction lol).

He usually isn't the type to get overly nervous, but you do some cute and/or hot, and you'll see him lose his cool (just a little).

He's quite the blusher lol.

Would probably faint if you ever did something sexy.

You're probably the only person you can really make him lose his composure, lol.

Oh this man fell fast and fell hard.

Doesn't really care that you're human.

Always tries to act cool around you.

Is an absolute simp 100%

Sometimes, he'll just sit there and stare at you.

You might as well be a god/goddess to him.

Out of everyone, he's probably the least nervous with his feelings.

Definitely finds a way to tell you how he feels in the "coolest" (by his standards lol) way possible.

He is the reigning king of surprise cuddles.

Anywhere, anytime.

He's pretty chill with PDA.

Likes people knowing you're his.

He loves to either play video games with you or just have you around while he plays video games.

He thinks the song Pika Girl by S3RL is the perfect song for your relationship.

Thinks you are the hottest thing on this planet.

He practically gets heart eyes every time you kiss him on the mouth.

When you wear a cute outfit, his knees get all weak as he tries to keep his cool.

God, if you were to wear something sultry, he'd probably start overheating and have an error lol.

Has tried to do the pocky thing with you at least once (if not more) even tho he doesn't eat pockys.

To him, you are his beginning, middle, and end.

TFA Bulkhead

Poor guy gets so nervous when he realizes he's fallen in love with a human.

He thinks he isn't cool enough for you.

Or too scary.

You'd probably have to be the one to confess first for this guy.

Is absolutely shocked that you like him too.

His main love language is 100% physical touch.

Would be too afraid of crushing you to cuddle up to you.

But when you cuddle up to him, oh gosh, you just made his day, no, his whole year.

Is definitely afraid to hug for similar reasons.

Practices gentle hugging on sticks and such just so he can.

Complimenting his art is another easy way to make his day.

As well as letting him infodump about random art facts.

He wouldn't use pet names on you unless you asked because he's so shy lol.

The first time you use a pet name on him, he'd probably almost faint.

Especially if you called him something like "teddy bear."

He'd might actual cry a little (happy tears ofc).

He loves just being able to carry you around everywhere on his shoulder.

He likes being your personal escort lol.

Sometimes, we he's feeling insecure, he needs reassurance you won't leave him for someone cooler.

For a big guy, he can be so sensitive.

And you mean the world to him.

[vanadee-hailz-aka-best-merc-ever]

//Forgot I should probably post Gore’s info sheet as well… 😅

                •Basic Information•

🔴Name- Vanadee Hailz (pronounced Hallz)

🔴Age- 23

🔴Sexuality- Pansexual

🔴Gender- Female

🔴Species- Human

🔴Nicknames-Vanny, Val, Van, DD

🔴Reason for nicknames- easier to call her by

🔴From a Fandom?- MCU

🔴Zodiac sign- Aries

  •Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- bangs are dyed as left part is sage green and the rest of her hair is black

🟠Hair type and length- short wavy

🟠Eye color- grey

🟠Skin tone- pale

🟠Face shape- heart

🟠Body type- triangle

🟠Birthmarks- dimples

🟠Scars- one going up to her lips edge that starts from her chin, huge one on her back that looks like lightning, bunch of small ones on her hands, one on her collarbone

🟠Predominant features- dyed bangs and piercings

🟠Height- 5'9 1/3

🟠Dominant hand- Left

🟠Hair Style- alternative/ fluffy

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories- piercings, sometimes nails are done, pepper spray, symbiote tracker

🟠Are they healthy or not?Reason why- kinda, diet consists with a lot of acidic foods and drinks but she does love her red meats.

🟠Allergies- asparagus

🟠Glasses?- contacts, has glasses somewhere but not where she is in the book

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?- usually a very large shirt that doesn't fit her, and underwear

🟠Tattoos- a quote on her inner thigh saying: "I stopped waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel and lit that bitch up myself"

                   •Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style- soft mannered when at work, generally more easily aggravated when in stressful environments

🟡Quirks- bounces there leg when sitting down and is bored, puts shoes on without undoing there laces, constantly moving

🟡Positive traits- intuitive, flexible, can do parkour, athletic,

🟡Negative traits- on edge constantly, paranoid, insomnia, alcoholic

🟡Drives/Motivation- protect those who need it and fuck the government patriarchy and the hero system

🟡Sense of Humor- Dark idk

🟡Private or Public?- Private

🟡Leader or Follower?- Leader

🟡Daredevil or cautious?- Cautious usually

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- pessimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener?- listener

🟡Accent- Denmark/American

🟡Voice Claims- n/a

🟡Temperament- when she's doing her normal job she doesn't really react a lot but when she's a rouge it's like she's a different person, she's more angry and frustrated and lashes out which allows her to get an advantage in the battle

🟡Talents- she's really good with all ranges of weapons and can pull risky maneuvers on a motorcycle

🟡Flaws- sleep deprived and drinks alcohol

🟡Loud or quiet?- both

🟡messy or organized?- depends on her stress or paranoia

🟡solo or team player?- solo

🟡introvert or extrovert?- introvert

🟡relaxed or serious?- serious when doing hero work but relaxed when at home

🟡What will always make them cry?- extreme amounts of pain, and her moments....

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?- no not really anymore

🟡What will make them Smile?- doing things that are associated with her love language ( usually directed towards ppl she likes or cares about) or anything related to cats

                   •Background•

🟢Hometown- Denver

🟢Social Class- Middle

🟢Education- Poor when she's was going to school but when she started working with O.P.A.C her knowledge increased exponentially

🟢First memory- ice cream with her father

🟢Worst memory- O.P.A.C getting sabotaged by the evil S.H.E.I.L.D she had in her universe

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by- O.P.A.C

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- Lives in Queens,New York with her Cats.

🟢Do they want to move and where?- Once she's retired from O.P.A.C,has finally gotten away from Carnage, and financially stable enough she would in a calmer part of the USA, like Montana or Minnesota, or she would move somewhere out of the states w/o telling anyone.

🟢Type of childhood- questionable..

🟢Upbringing- In the public school system with extreme religious family members, began forming her opinions about politics and stuff during her first school years and Middle School and started rebelling from standard life from there. she also began to despise her father for not helping her and her mom when they needed help the most bc they were really poor while he was rich (they were also divorced bc the mom had an affair with someone who looked exactly like David but from a different universe- main reason Vanadee has abilities)

🟢Best Qualification- Being able to get a good kill and get away with it, and then get good money from it and still keep her morals of being a rouge.

🟢Most important person in their life and why?- the person that fueled her beliefs

🟢House environment- c a t s, and sometimes disorganized

🟢Childhood crush- Ariel, Maleficent, Eric, Prince Charming, Megamind (idk man-), betty boop

                         •Family•

🔵Mother- Jenny Hailz; died from disease

🔵Father- David Hailz; died from being killed by Vanadee- the beginning of her rogue/ vigilante life

🔵Siblings- Luke Hailz; still alive but no contact with Vanadee because he was favored child of David with a different women named Millie Abbot- who Vanadee also kills and is Gore's first official kill publicly.

🔵Relationship with family?- no contact

🔵Any children? Do they want any?- no

🔵Pets- cats

🔵Extended Family- no

🔵Close to family?- no

    •Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie- Probably a horror movie

🟣Least Favorite Movie-Twilight series

🟣Favorite Book- Song of Achilles

🟣Least Favorite Book- The Lottery

🟣Favorite Holiday- n/a

🟣Least Favorite Holiday- Catholic/ over celebrated holidays

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Siren

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- tooth Fairies

               •Abilities and Bias'•

⚪️Affiliation- anti hero or rouge

⚪️Powers- bone manipulation, acid manipulation

⚪️Powers limitations- Has to either scavenge for bones from dead animals/ people or use her own ( which isn't comfortable and sometimes hurts depending on which bone, also very sensitive to touch) and has to eat acidic food to use acid abilities

⚪️Weaknesses- being near a symbiote, more weak if it's a symbiote from her universe

⚪️Allies- Orbit, Scarlet, Z spider, Ghost

⚪️How well known are they?- Really well in there universe and the one she's in now a little bit less

⚪️Costume-

(used as a tail)

(Not her own ribs- wrapped around outfit )

(Just the enlarged legs of a spider)

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- yeah

⚪️Alias- Gore the rouge

⚪️Weapons- guns and knives of herself, she can use a lot of different type of weapons

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- a small walk-in talkie looking device that tells her where crime is, a device to detect symbiotes nearby, and a badge to show to other O.P.A.C. members

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- Constant migraines from being near symbiotes and being an alcoholic

⚪️Fears- succumbing to Carnage's games, being fired from O.P.A.C.,

⚪️Motivations- getting bigger within O.P.A.C.'s ranks and to over come her weaknesses.

⚪️Why do they do what they do?- To get money and to spite the Hero/Villain system within the universe.

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses- constantly paranoid she's being watched by anyone ( and Carnage) and the feeling of not being worth it in any situation.

⚪️Rivals- Carnage and any symbiote

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- sometimes she finds people on dating apps but it usually doesn't work/ end well/ bc carnage kills them.

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- "I am Gore. The silent killer and agent of O.P.A.C."

                  •Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- probably other marvel universes bc that's what happens in her book

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Compassionate and heavy

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- When her mom died from not being able to afford medication for her illness, she felt even more hatred for her father who is a rich government official- a major reason she hates how the government is and societal rules

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- Be immune to symbiotes, make Carnage not exist, make her rich

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?- The siege perilous because then she could get off the island easily

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- "If you don't terrify people a little bit then what's the point?"

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- Alcohol, bc it brings her a relief from life; an escapism

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? Were they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?- Yes,yes, don't feel guilty anymore- they see it as work now

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- chalk and pencil led

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- a full week because being a rouge is very time consuming and they don't have time too do it, they may feel dirty but stress causes her to keep on trudging through her days ( 1 week is the max tho)

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?- in the hamper and darks, whites, and towels have there own hamper

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?- closed and locked, paranoia keeps them up if they don't lock it

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?- probably take the day off from all her duties and her human job so she doesn't have to deal with the conversations about it.

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- a salad. There basic.

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- if they wanna revisit the series she might.

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?- she wouldn't wanna know bc she would be paranoid.

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?- any phonk song in general

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- yeah probably

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- all the time

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- savory and spicy- anything acidic tho

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- no they don't have time too, they do take them to animal shelters every chance they get.

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- get it done asap.

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?- cold as fuck

⚫️Do they daydream?- at home yes not during work tho.

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- depends. If she's upgrading gadgets for her rouge life then it needs to be cleaner, but she works at a butcher shop so that's messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- yeah but there in storage.

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?- Alcohol and sometimes tv series

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that  someone says to them just to spite them?- depends on the person...

⚫️ if they're alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?- She would probably get in rouge attire and beat the shit out of the person

⚫️ if they're lost what is the first thing they do?- check for cell service and or use compass

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?- Furries on a biscuit

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Drink poison to avoid Carnage

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic but when shes near Carnage he can tell

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Brief run down of an important moment for the character, can be anything-

She works for a organization in her universe that functions like shield, but the shield in her universe is corrupt

(works with the government)so they go by a different name: "O.P.A.C."

Organization of Protection and Chaos

They have the Siege Perilous in there possession which allows them travel dimensions, they connected it through a machine that allowed them to have access to the other universes for as long as the machine ran. They then sent members to as many universes as they could that was suitable and basically made groups of the organization in many parts of the multiverse to make sure they were successful and able to protect civilians and people with powers.

Gore's part in O.P.A.C. is that of a hit man, she kills people that gets in the way and she also functions as a protector of there siege perilous if O.P.A.C in their universe ever fails. Gore gets paid for her job at O.P.A.C.

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Short run down of there storyline-

This OC was made for the purpose of a self insert for a friends story which changes often but this is the main gist of the storyline- or actually a draft of the prologue of the story

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Gore's Pov

The sound of claws scraping on pavement became quicker and closer, my boots slamming on the ground as I made my aching body go faster and swifter with each turn and leap. My light headache soon became a migraine in seconds, and nausea was trying to throw me to the ground with my growing fear and annoyance- along with stubborn frustration. I forced my body forward, taking sharp turns and leaping from the roofs of building to building, trying to gain some distance from the red psychopathic symbiote enveloped host named Cletus Kassidy. Every single turn and leap I made, every single time, he lunged forward to try and get his clawed hands or his symbiotic tendrils on me, he would let out animalistic screeches and snarls of delight. Sadly, Carnage enjoyed the thrill of the chase, that's what I had learned all those months back when we had our first encounter. That monster knew my weakness, which where symbiotes and their hosts just like him, and he tried to take advantage of it with every movement either of us took in this cat and mouse chase of ours.

He tried to make another lunge for me, but I changed my pace and took a quick dive off the building I was on, mentally cursing at the fact I have the siege perilous on my person since I was protecting it. this growing space allowed me some strength to use my bone like structures to make more turns and parkour maneuvers to try and confuse my pursuer, even if it didn't last long because Carnage constantly was trying to close the distance. But he was able to find me within what felt like seconds of precious time for me.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP RUNNING FROM US GORE! ~ YOU KNOW WE WILL AND ALWAYS WILL FIND YOU!!" Carnage hollered from what felt like mere inches from me but was around 6 feet behind my every move. I could hear him clawing his way up buildings, as well as using his tendrils to get up and over buildings and the vast number of surfaces on New York building tops. Often glass shattering could be heard as well as the heavy thuds of his footsteps- most likely damaging the surfaces beneath him. I just grumble curses under my canine skull that I used as a mask with my distorted voice. The mutant's voice was always playful, it made me feel mocked and threatened. I don't like being mocked or threatened by anyone, let alone a symbiote.

I continue the repetitive cycle of climbing up a new building, keeping myself quick and agile enough even in my      migraine afflicted state to dodge any potential attacks from my pursuer. I occasionally miss my footing, getting me hit or almost snatched by a red tendril from Carnage, usually leading to him squealing in glee like a high school cheerleader getting asked out for prom. But his tendrils never snatch me quick enough or grip me tight enough, it didn't even slow me down, it just pushes my determination to move quicker from him.

And as if tunnel vision takes hold of me in my state of peril, I realize I was climbing up the biggest skyscraper of New York; the One World Trade Center. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach, panic, and rage bubbling within me. It only got worse when I could hear Carnage scraping the windows with his claws. like nails on a chalkboard, as if digging in deeper to get to me even quicker and lunge forward even farther. Like he was enjoying the hunt.

It was like I was at a stalemate mentally; I had no possible way of nose diving off the One World Trade Center and surviving, my abilities were too weak and even with them I wouldn't survive the fall. I'd die and be flattened like a fucking pancake!

'How will I escape this psycho freak?!' I thought with a snarl of pain and frustration while dodging a tendril that broke a window right next to my canine skull mask, I could feel the satisfaction emanating from him because he could sense my panic as if his symbiote had a 20th sense associated towards me, while I could sense symbiotes through migraines or headaches along with extreme emotions from them. And we had been going at this chase for ages when I noticed the sun was setting! The sky was in a huge range of colors as the sun began to set on New York's silhouette, as if the world was pleased and happy to know my downfall was eminent.

Eventually I managed to scramble up to the top of the One World Trades Center rooftop, heaving for breath from the migraine and the sheer effort I put into doing that whole stunt of scaling it in under an hour. But my moment to breathe was not something I was lucky enough to be granted apparently, because I had bolted to the other side of the rooftop of the One World Trade Center as Carnage made it to the top merely a couple heartbeats after me. Carnage lets out a low growl, tendrils whipping behind the 7'2 mass of a mostly red and black veined symbiote- slender yet fit in an uncanny way the symbiotes gave their hosts in such a form.

I just scoot even farther to the edge till I feel like if I take one step back, I will plummet to my death, which got me a crooked grin and distorted giggle from the freak.

"Dear- "Carnage began to coo in a voice that was a mixture of Cletus and the symbiote itself, taking a slow step closer to my body that was standing on the defensive as I glare daggers at him from behind the canine skull mask. I cut them off before they could continue their attempts to lure me closer, "DON'T call me that. It's GORE to you and your goddamn symbiote!" I snarl in the distorted voice I spoke in behind my canine skull mask. I had installed technology to distort my voice since it was different enough someone might recognize me while I'm not being the vigilante/mercenary Gore, as well as some other added bonuses- like head straps that would activate if my bone manipulation was at a point I couldn't keep the mask melded to my face. But even with this additional protection to keep the skull affixed to my face, I kept my distance as much as I could that I might have a chance to lessen the horrid migraine I got near symbiotes within a 6-foot radius or get my abilities back, so I had some sort of chance of getting out without getting either snatched up by Carnage or bitten- and hopefully fucking not unmasked!

My harsh response only got a gleeful laugh from both the symbiote and Cletus the host in their Carnage form, it made me cringe under my canine skull mask. The completely white eyes of the symbiote narrow, the sun setting barely affects its vision as it solely was on me; its prey of almost 4 months now that it's never gotten to kill or taint in some way. The sun almost made the white eyes glisten like white opals, but that THING doesn't deserve such complements or kindness, especially when it was a psycho murderer and alien stalking bitch! Its eyes looked me over as if they were memorizing my every curve as it stood there silently with a sharp toothed grin, it made me self-aware of my outfit in a way that enraged me. It was only a goddamn black crop top, a cheap and worn-out purple hoodie that was now a dull purplish grey color after so many years of wearing it and putting it through a washer, and dark green cargo pants- and my usual accessories. Not like I was wearing something to gawk at!

My migraine only got worse as the seconds passed, as if my body was pleading for me to somehow figure out a fucking way out of this mess. The sun was still slowly setting behind us, the setting rays of light giving my body some warmth in this spine-chilling moment of being in my stalkers grasp. And that feeling of this being not a win for me... but for Carnage.

When I got no answer besides him licking his pearly whites that looked sharp as shit, and a low purr from definitely checking me out, I say a very stern and annoyed "What. Do. You. Want. From. ME. Carnage?" Carnage smirks and his eyes widened, he could probably hear how badly that migraine was hurting me currently and probably can see even as I stood my ground my limbs were slowly starting to tremble. I always had an unspoken rule that I'd never address Carnage as his name, or by his human name Cletus, because he never calls me my vigilante alias name, Gore. So, he was probably a bit smug when I finally said his villain alias name.

"Ohh Dove I thought you never say it! ~" He says in a mock giddy fashion, which was one of the most stupid responses he has given me, and Carnage has told me a lot of dumb responses over these 4 months. I scoff and cross my arms in defiance and roll my eyes, they almost glow from behind my canine skull mask and are imitated by the technology to look like two rings of light blue that it's close to white, it gives me an intimidation factor- besides the fact I could literally melt someone alive or snap their neck with just a thought.. with the exception of symbiotes, of course.   

He looked like he was ACTUALLY going to explain why he had been going after me for months, so I begrudgingly stayed silent to listen.

"Well..." He started dramatically, clasping his clawed hands together with a glint of mischief. "The reason WE'VE been chasing you for the past," he emphasized the 'we' part since I never really like to acknowledge the symbiote of Cletus even if they were sort of one body with two minds that were very bonded, I always addressed them in a singular sense.

He pretended to count his claws, even some tendrils for a second before continuing, "Pursuing you on this fine evening for 2 hours, 30 minutes, and 26 seconds... is because WE are veryyy interested in your abilities, you feisty lil thing~ we feel can help you reach your full potential by making you stronger and figure out why you tremble under all symbiotic presences... we find it very flattering you're already trembling, and we haven't even hit the 10-minute mark of this standstill!" Carnage purrs with a teasing grin, which makes me groan in annoyance and roll my eyes.

"How the fuck does my abilities even resemble your symbiote, you Crimson Fucker?! I don't have red tentacles flying out my ass! Nor do I have a full-on body suit of a symbiote!"

I growl in protest from behind the canine skull mask, my breath slowly getting more labored from the horrid migraine. Carnage cackles like I'm the best comedian he has ever seen or heard in New York, "You're such a funny little thing, Dove! ~" even the symbiote seems to laugh in this burst of what seemed to be laughter.

"But still! Think about it! You have VERY similar claws to us, so sharp and made to tear the flesh of our enemies apart like its air! The spider-like bone legs, albeit close to that Iron Spider fool's design, represent my tendrils but in a more solid and less slimy sense. AND your able to match us symbiotes in a battle in your strength even when weakened by a pesky migraine." Carnage ranted, his hands moving as he spoke flamboyantly like he was a commercial seller trying to get me to buy his shitty product, but before I could even react, he shot those knock off webs at me. I snarled in a yelp of pissed off annoyance and shock over something I really shouldn't be shocked by, and as I try to at least dodge the tendrils... It was too late, my migraine afflicted state wasted precious seconds of my time staggering to not fall of the One World Trade Center, getting me caught by my villainous stalker.

'By the gods I'm so weak, I won't last 5 minutes even staying conscious FUCKING HELL-'I think to myself.

I was internally screaming as the webs managed to get a grip onto my torso- the webs form into tendrils in a matter of seconds, and it wrapped around my arms and chest in a binding so tight no human even with super powered abilities could escape. Then with this makeshift webbing and tendril in Carnage's symbiote hand, he tightly grips it as I thrash to escape, yanking it like hair to his massive body. I whipped across the top of the One World Trade Center like a ragdoll and slammed into the symbiotic covered chest of Cletus, who was grinning smugly as it all just went like he and his symbiote had planned.

I was in the arms of my fucking stalker. Great. The webbing and tendrils come off me and retreat into the large Carnage form, my restraints now traded out with the arms of my captor. He holds me tightly to him with a smile on its slimy symbiotic face, purring and holding me like a child would hold a new toy. I squirmed violently, "LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOTIC SON OF A BITCH- "I snarl as I glare at Carnage with rage from behind the canine skull mask that hid my identity.

"What the FUCK are you doing?! I thought we had a fucking silent agreement we were done fighting and chasing me around. And stop gripping me like it's the only thing keeping you SANE." I mumble, which gains a cocky grin from Carnage as he looks down at me from his 7'2 height, even though I only stood at around 5'9. "Oh, but you are the last thing keeping me sane, Mavis." Carnage chuckles darkly, I could feel the symbiote quivering in excitement. Mavis was a name that translated to songbird, which was basically another way of Carnage calling me Dove- which I absolutely despised him calling me.

It didn't take long before I stopped my futile struggle. my body was drained of its energy, like I got stepped on an elephant, it happened so quickly just by me getting pulled in such a tight embrace by a symbiote and its host. I thought I was going to pass out from how horrid the migraine was now; it was so bad I could feel my heart pounding in my head. I could feel my body slump to my dismay, it was no use to struggle- it would only make me pass out quicker which I didn't want. I glare at Carnage with my icy blue gaze, feeling weak like a newborn baby, which I hated so fucking much with a burning passion.

The symbiotes grip never waver, maybe even tightened slightly. 

And it began to slowly sway when it realized my strength was diminished to me just staying awake. I slammed my eyes shut and moved my face away as my canine skull mask's panic feature enacted; straps shifted and wrapped around the back of my head firmly. I tried to come up with a way to stop the extreme pain of the migraine that consumed my head and made my body shake, as well as think of a way to get out of this fucker's grasp.

"As we were saying..." Carnage purred violently, causing me to feel the vibrations all the way down my spine in my own personal shiver. They continued to sway as if we were slowly dancing in the dark, which was partially true since it was only slivers of light of the sun from the sunset. "Your abilities intrigue us! Oh, how they do... sometimes, just occasionally as I think about you every time were not near, I wish I could make you overcome this weakness of yours. So, when we have another one of these delightful run-ins on each other's day, which is TOTALLY not planned by the way," I knew that was bullshit and that it was 99.99% of the time planned. But he continues,

"We could have a better cat and mouse chase which is also rewarding, because when I catch you. I could PIN. YOU. DOWN! And while you struggle in vain, writhing under me which is so hot..." Carnage drawls,

"I could examine each bone structure of yours, ranging from your mask... your talons... those spider-like bone legs... that human spine tail... oh I bet it would be wonders to run my hands and claws against them... thinking about it makes so overwhelmed with joy! But if I, did it..."

Carnage trails off as he began to lightly caress and stroke the ribcage that was over my chest and a little bit of my stomach, tracing shapes and outlining the entirety of ALL 24 OF MY RIBS. I shuddered and held back a couple foolish noises, the bone ligaments that were connected to me through my bone manipulation were quite sensitive to touch.

So, I bit my lip. Carnage continues to speak while swaying slowly, my body dead weight in his firm grasp due to how incapacitating my migraine was for me currently. "It's honestly fascinating, the rib cage you use from one of your victims even if you have your own set... very fashionable my dear but we think it look even hotter if they were splattered in your enemy's blood."

I scoff at the comment from behind my canine skull mask, and even that my voice distorter could pick up and distort for me thankfully.  "Uhm, Hell no! Last I checked you are no fashion designer, and you have absolutely ZERO taste whatsoever.

And if you didn't know this already, asshole, blood is a nuisance to get off bones- it stains them, and I got to bleach those fuckers so their crisp white even from one little drop of blood on them. My alias as a vigilante is 'Gore' but I know where to draw the line in my line of work when it comes to bloodshed. I am NO villain, nor a goddamn hero, I'm the grey-zone! Vigilante, antihero, mercenary, whatever you wanna call it but I am not a fucking hero or villain! I only kill when I get paid, pursued, the heat of a fight, or when it's horrid scum that don't deserve to live anymore! So, NO, hell NO."

Carnage just laughs and shakes his head, holding me closer to him, one hand tracing lazy hearts against the ribcage on my upper body. "Oh, but yes! ~" Carnage coos playfully as he uses a tendril to lift the chin of my canine skull mask up to look at him directly.

I just glare at him with my icy blue eyes through the eyes of my canine skull I used as a mask, even though the eye space in the skull were covered by a black mechanical mesh that was see through from only my end and had an eye tracking system so the round white ovals could move with my eyes or narrow in a glare when I glared. I let out a low growl while Carnage smiled at me like the maniac he was, with such heavy intent that it made me shudder just barely, he knew I couldn't do much in his grasp and he clearly loved it.

"Oh Gore... Oh, my dear Gore..." I knew when he started to purr out my actual vigilante alias that I was in deep trouble, more than I already was. "Yes yes... You are that grey zone, morally ambiguous so you can do wrong things in the name of justice. Your title as the little mercenary that people can't rely on, or 'Gore the Vigilante' doesn't mean anything to me because.. Well... "

He pauses dramatically for suspense before continuing, "We are the same, you and me, no matter how much you deny it- the push and pull between us- the thrill of the chase... you know deep down that at the end of the day, you're going to have to choose like the rest of us have had to do at some point in our lives: be a villain or choose the hero lifestyle." I growl lowly at the mere prospect; I hated that thought of having to be fit into stereotypical boxes society deemed people to be in. but Carnage chuckles and keeps talking, clearly amuses by my reaction. "I know how both sides, the heroes and the villains, despise you for what you do- dread you even.

They don't like the fact you go against the grain, you're a black sheep among many blood-soaked woolly coats. But my beloved...~ I hear words from the other villains, including us, how they acknowledge your power and skills- your stubborn hotheadedness I've grown to know, and love isn't something heroes like. We know you're going to have to make a choice on what life you want to live. And from firsthand experience I know for sure that you were made to be a villain! Your ruthless, animalistic, quick and agile..." he pauses as Carnage leans down slightly, his hot breath against the side of my masked face sending chills down my spine as he coos mockingly.

"But that poor little migraine of yours is going to get in the way, isn't it? Dove? The one that's making you shake like a leaf right now, the thing that is in the way of your full potential. But I can help you, we can get rid of that pesky migraine- you just got to open up to me and trust me... and when you inevitably will, oh darling- OH my love! We can be the most feared in New York, the entire planet- hell even the entire UNIVERSE! The stupid Avengers wouldn't even be able to stop us, or SHIELD, or OPAC! Isn't that just so thrilling to think about? because we were meant to be. Gore and Carnage. See, even our names are similar! We'd make such a GOOD DUO my queen..."

Carnage rants in his double voice of Cletus and the symbiote he was the host to, the more he got into his words the more his grip lessened on me. Even his tendrils stopped touching me and his stupid swaying ended finally...

I saw my chance to escape, and I was going to use it.

I quickly elbowed Carnage into the chest, the sensation of touching the symbiote on Cletus's chest was like a painful ripple through my body due to the contact. I then shift myself to kick him in the shins before Carnage could catch his breath from me elbowing him hard in the chest, he stumbles back and with a rattling thump he falls on the rooftop of the One World Trade Center- his arms retracting from me from the sudden attack from me. I bolted to the other side of the rooftop, the last rays of sunlight over the cityscape casting an orange and red glow of warmth over me as I nosedive off the building. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gasped for breath. There was only one thing on my mind: get the hell away from Carnage.

The only noise that filled my ears was the wind from me free falling off that tall skyscraper,

as well as the sound of Carnage screaming in anger and dismay, "NO!!!" I could also hear the sound of him scrambling to leap off the building as well. But, luckily for me, I had distance from him. I could almost hear him repeating like a mantra under his breath, "I won't let you die, your mine, I won't let you get out of my grasp-" Carnage pushes himself farther, trying to use the skyscraper to get to me quicker as well as use his tendrils to try and snag me but he kept missing, which makes Carnage snarl and screech in frustration.

But I fell faster and faster, even if I was smaller than the hunk of that 7'2 symbiote and host I had an advantage from how I curled my body up to make myself fall quicker. I was still in a slight adrenaline and dazed state from being so close to Carnage, I couldn't produce any of my bone ligaments, even keeping my canine skull mask melded to my face was a hassle. It was like my life was passing through my eyes, I was going to die, or I was going to be caught by my psycho symbiote. I could hear Carnage snarling even more as if he could see how I was preparing to just... fall to my death, let fate take its course, and how even in my last moments I wouldn't give in to him.

But then I felt a pulsating, a sort of buzzing from withing my pocket, and before I knew it,

I was sucked into a portal just before a red, black veined clawed hand could grab me. I was in shock, the whirring colors going around me, the sound of Carnage fading into the air behind me as I continued to fall in a swirling tunnel of colors and noises of so many things yet so little for my mind to process. I was still in a sort of daze but somehow Carnage managed to also fall through the same exact portal as me, that persistent piece of shit! He somehow landed a tendril around my ankle just barely, but I thrashed and snarled under my mask, the gravity of this wormhole like portal was throwing me off kilter. It worked somehow, and that sick fuck got thrown out of the spiral of colors into an offshoot right next to it, I could hear his screams of frustration- the only sense of victory I could get out of this whole damn day: his distress and my freedom to live another day.

But, suddenly the portal opened, and soon disappeared in the sky above me like it was nothing but dust in the wind. I looked around from where I was as I fell that I probably got some whiplash. it looked like New York- but... not really New York city how I knew it. The Avengers tower wasn't a sleek silver color with the A symbol being torn off and broken, it was blue and still seemed to be functioning.

And.. a Oscorp tower, what the hell is that!?-

Even the cars looked uncanny to me, it was unnerving and confusing, especially with my heart pounding in my head from a mixture of adrenaline and a massive migraine that was slowly fading since I wasn't near Carnage anymore which was like an instant relief to my exhausted body.

"Where the hell-"I muttered from behind my canine skull mask, the voice distortion technology faltering slightly before my eyes widen as I felt my body slam against something hard with a loud thunk of what sounded like some sort of metal bar. And all faded into a peaceful and migraine free darkness...

Here is a long ass character sheet

Give credit if you use it!

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•Basic Information•

🔴Name-

🔴Age-

🔴Sexuality-

🔴Gender-

🔴Species-

🔴Nicknames-

🔴Reason for nicknames-

🔴From a Fandom?-

🔴Zodiac sign-

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color-

🟠Hair type and length-

🟠Eye color-

🟠Skin tone-

🟠Face shape-

🟠Body type-

🟠Birthmarks-

🟠Scars-

🟠Predominant features-

🟠Height-

🟠Dominant hand-

🟠Hair Style-

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories-

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why-

🟠Allergies-

🟠Glasses?-

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?-

🟠Tattoos-

•Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style-

🟡Quirks-

🟡Positive traits-

🟡Negative traits-

🟡Drives/Motivation-

🟡Sense of Humor-

🟡Private or Public?-

🟡Leader or Follower?-

🟡Daredevil or cautious?-

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?-

🟡Speaker or Listener?-

🟡Accent-

🟡Voice Claims-

🟡Theme Song(s)-

🟡Temperament-

🟡Talents-

🟡Flaws-

🟡Loud or quiet?-

🟡messy or organized?-

🟡solo or team player?-

🟡introvert or extrovert?-

🟡relaxed or serious?-

🟡What will always make them cry?-

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?-

🟡What will make them Smile?-

•Background•

🟢Hometown-

🟢Social Class-

🟢Education-

🟢First memory-

🟢Worst memory-

🟢Best memory-

🟢Most important childhood event,why?-

🟢Most influenced by-

🟢Role models-

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone-

🟢Do they want to move and where?-

🟢Type of childhood-

🟢Upbringing-

🟢Best Qualification-

🟢Most important person in there life and why?-

🟢House environment-

🟢Childhood crush-

•Family•

🔵Mother-

🔵Father-

🔵Siblings-

🔵Relationship with family?-

🔵Any children? Do they want any?-

🔵Pets-

🔵Extended Family-

🔵Close to family?-

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?-

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie-

🟣Least Favorite Movie-

🟣Favorite Book-

🟣Least Favorite Book-

🟣Favorite Holiday-

🟣Least Favorite Holiday-

🟣Favorite Mythological creature-

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature-

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation-

⚪️Powers-

⚪️Powers limitations-

⚪️Weaknesses-

⚪️Allies-

⚪️How well known are they?-

⚪️Costume-

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?-

⚪️Alias-

⚪️Weapons-

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech-

⚪️Physical Weaknesses-

⚪️Fears-

⚪️Motivations-

⚪️Why do they do what they do?-

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses-

⚪️Rivals-

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes-

⚪️Do they have a known quote?-

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?-

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?-

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?-

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?-

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items,who and what do they bring?-

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?-

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?-

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?-

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?-

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?-

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?-

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?-

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?-

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?-

⚫️do they re read books they already have?-

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?-

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?-

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?-

⚫️Do they crack there joints?-

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?-

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?-

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?-

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower?

⚫️Do they daydream?-

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?-

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?-

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?-

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?-

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?-

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?-

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them?

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?-

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?-

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Short run down of there storyline-

[thequietkid-moonie]

Sailor Moon request: Usagi and Rei with S/O's that have trust issues due to family troubles, but eventually opens up to them (Wanted to do a prompt and add some context to it)

S/O has trust issues because of family problems

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Usagi, Rei ]

[ Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon / Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon ]

Thats actually cute! I liked it! A comfortingly cute fic coming!

I also have problems with my family so i can say fromy own experience that respect should be win, no matter if is family or not

Usagi Tsukino

Usagi can be childish, loud and a bit carried away by the fact that you two are together but something that will never be doubted is how caring and loving Usagi actually is

She has being clingy and affectionate from the start and she expected that from you but with some time Usagi learned to hold back herself a bit for your comfort, she normally acts before thinking and is carried away for her feelings but for how caring she can be it end up being a bit easily to win the trust of her friends, still at some point, while still being in the process of meeting you she noticed the small hints of distrust, like keeping some distance or just giving her friendly answers that doesn't show the same excitment or familiarity she had

Honestly, Usagi used to complain a lot about it to her friends, she wanted to get close to you but it seems that your defense is always up wich makes it dificult, but it will be her friends that will make her realice that maybe you just can't trust others easily or doesn't want to get hurt by trusting someone too quick, wich lead Usagi to try again with a more kind approach

Usagi decided that if she wants to get close to you she most go at your rythm, and she is trying really hard to show you that she will wait until you are ready and even will give you your space, despite falling in love pretty quick she uses those feelings as even more motivation to make you trust her, because she want the person she loves be comfortable and be able to relay on her

Once you two got together Usagi usually gets carried away for her love, clinging to your side and gets incredibly affectionate but she also expresses constantly how important you are and that she will be willing to do everything in her power to protect you, at this point she have just forget about your trust issues a little because she and the others Sailor Scouts treat you as if you were family (still leaving you enough time to get used to it)

Once you feel comfortable enough to finally open up to her and tell her why you has so much troubles to trust others Usagi gets serious and put all her attention on you, she knows how serious this is and she wants to respect the trust you are putting her. Knowing that you feel like needed to protect yourself from everything because problems you had in the past (or even problems that are still present today) with you family definetly break her heart, she sometimes argues with her mother but she knows her family loves her sincerily and unconditionally, so she definetly doesn't understand why your family would do something bad towards you

Still, she respects it and promise that with her and her friends you will never have to worry about being abused or left behind, you will be loved and respected (and she is even probably crying a bit because she hates the idea of you suffering), and that doesn't get just in words because everyday she takes the purpose to remind you how loved and apreciated you are, how safe she feels with you and how she will do everything in her power so you can feel safe at her side too

She may end up telling part of your story to her friends because she was too worried about you but will definetly apologize (the rest will do it too if it have upset you) and will try to make it up for you (Usagi will be so scared that you feel like she have betrayed you that she even apologize with tears)

Rei Hino

For Rei to fall in love and be in a relationship it take time, she needs to get to know you better since she also has some troubles before opening up to someone but once she does there is no doubt that she feels comfortable around you by how freely she is able to express herself

Its more likely that both had to take time to slowly get to know each other and first be friends, speaking to each other a bit too polite at first before slowly winning each other's trust

Rei is sincere, she has no reasons to lie so even when she always tries to be kind and polite to whoever comes to the Temple once you two grow closer she start to leave clear that she will need time before stop keeping some distance, besides, she can easily tell that you don't trust her quickly nor easily so she does it for your comfort too

As you two grow closer Rei also start to give small hints to show that she wants to be closer, always greeting you with a sincere smile and start talking more about herself, telling you more freely about how has being her day at school or work and speaking her mind off a bit more so you can see that she is willing to open up sincerily, still, most of the time she just talks about her new friends and even start to complain more and more about Usagi and Minako's childish behaivor

Also, when you start to open up more and start speaking more sincerily about yourself Rei is definetly happy, she feels quite proud about the fact that you are starting to trust her more, but she isn't going to brag about it since she understand the weight of it and holds a lot of respect out of it

Once you two start a relationship Rei is sure that you know and feel like you can trust her and even leave clear that she does trust and respect you, is something setle down even before accepting because is thinking in the comfort of both, but aside from that she tries to don't make a big deal out of it, not your relationship nor you trust issues

She introduces you to her friends and tell you that, despite how the act sometimes they are trust worthy, but also make sure to tell you that you don't have to force yourself, you can take all the time you need to feel comfortable enough with them, they will understand but still treats you like family from the start

Getting to know that you don't easily trust others is because of problems you once had or even still have with your family is a bit surprising for Rei but has no problems accepting the idea, when you finally tell her she makes sure to heard you until the end and don't interrupt before telling you how sorry she is that you had to go throught sometime like that, there are chances that she already told you how her father just left her in the temple with her grandfather, if not she says it right now just so you can see that you are not alone on this

Rei make sure to tell you that she doesn't judge you nor will tell you to change since she not only understand you to some extent but also respect that you have your own way to dealing with your past, still she remember you that she still loves you no matter what and that you will always can count on her

[foxhole-tarot]

What you need to hear - Jan 7 25

Rest your eyes and pick the pile below that calls to you.

The Alleyman's Tarot

Take what resonates, leave what doesn't

Universal Card (Top)

Five or Swords

This card jumped to me while doing my initial shuffle. It offers advice that anyone can take and everyone needs to hear.

The sunk cost fallacy is something everyone falls victim to. The calling of "but you've come so far, why turn back now?" is strong but sometimes you must listen to it. Ask yourself what opportunity for victory has passed along time ago despite your continued fight? What are you losing to this unwinnable battle? Sometimes it's better to backtrack than continue blindly on.

Take this advice with you through your next reading. Ask yourself how this is relevant to what the cards tell you.

Pile 1 (Left)

The Wheel of Fortune reversed, Nine of Disks reversed, Queen of Ravens

You are experiencing a lot of bad right now. Things just keep getting thrown at you and you feel they're out of your control. You've hurt someone and this is the consequence. While things may be out of your control now, they were in your control once. You fucked up, and you are living in denial of it. You chalk everything up to bad luck as if these aren't the consequences of your own actions.

You need to learn the lesson this is teaching you.

You are not experiencing vindictiveness you are experiencing righteous judgement. The person you are dealing with is open to forgiving you but you must do the work first. Perhaps, start with an apology.

Pile 2 (Middle)

8 of Cups reversed, The Builder, Ace of Swords

You are turning a blind eye to the systems at play. You are living in ignorance thinking that ignorance is neutrality. Neutrality does not exist within these systems, neutrality is a stance that uncritically upholds them. You are a gear in the system and you are actively ignoring it in favor of the easy way out- apathy.

Take a side.

You are capable of taking a side on this system. You are not powerless to this knowledge. While these systems may be grander than you, your presence or lack thereof plays a role in their existence.

Pile 3 (Right)

The Undead, Tecpatecuhtli reversed, King of Swords

You have found cold order in your life. You feel like you are safe, that you can rest, but you have made yourself on constant guard against the things you have buried. You consider yourself just, repressing the mistakes you've made. You hide what has happened in the past to preserve your image as perfection, as power, as justice, as the one true way. You consider yourself to be gentle and erase those who call out your anger.

The dead will haunt you

You have to face what you are burying. They will not come for you, not yet, but they will always be a fear lurking in the back of your mind. The only way to overcome this is to truly engage with the things you are hiding. You must look them in the eye and make amends.

-> If your reading resonates, consider reblogging?

[rotten-vision]

i drew this to make myself happy :)

[sparklecryptid]

I had no patience for people policing other peoples ships before i went to library tech school and library tech school has make me a little bit pissy about the entire thing actually.

[nguyenfinity]

Every time I draw Mamagi it does AoE damage (I am also in the area of effect)

Lighthearted bonus:

[cavity-collector]

i genuinely need to be put down like a dog i cant do this anymore man holy shit

[phagodyke]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[pissfizz]

“People need to stop complaint about l/ns line distribution” you only have that opinion bc ichika and shiho are you favorite characters

[allbuthuman]

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