#sometimes u have exactly two hobbies

[love-songs-for-emma]

i am Losing my mind at the ebay seller i just found who exclusively sells Bratz dolls and knives/handgun accessories

[honey-tongued-devil]

i Beg you i mean BEG YOU to do more chubby person x jinx or vi or something BECAUSE IM LITERALLY FATTT and i love the hcs

DROP ANOTHER ONE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙇🏽‍♀��

[Arcane preference] with a chubby s/o pt.2- cuddle time

The second request of the week. Honestly, as someone who isn't exactly slim, I write these headcanons for those who ask me but primarily for myself. Requests are open, as usual, I ask for your patience because English is not my first language. I'll leave you the link if you'd like to follow me on Bluesky (I'll be posting Arcane content there soon as well, i want to build a 'public' meanwhile).

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Jayce:

- Starting with the fact that this man is built like a wardrobe, and his clothes are already pretty roomy, he’s started buying even bigger shirts just to make sure you can borrow them, they’ll be oversized on you, and you’ll be happy.

- So when you’re at home watching a movie or cuddling in bed, he strokes your belly with a smile, pretending to be surprised.

- “Is that my shirt?”

- This himbo, who handles a hammer that weighs as much as a horse, means no arguments when it comes to cuddles: you’re sitting in his lap.

- And when things get a bit heated, he’ll hoist you up with your knees on his shoulders, pressing you against the wall just to flex his strength and remind you that it’s absolutely no problem for him.

- After the dirty deeds, expect him to bring you something to eat (and especially drink) in bed, and don’t expect to be able to say no. 

Viktor:

- When you’re relaxing on the couch, it takes a moment to find a position that’s comfortable for both of you: usually, he sits upright with one leg stretched out, the other (his weaker one) draped over yours, and you either facing him or lying on your side with your head on his shoulder.

- The focus here isn’t on clothes, but blankets. They’re all queen-size, so the two of you can wrap yourselves up as comfortably as possible during cuddles without anyone getting cold.

- And when you stand up with one draped around you like a cape, he can’t help but chuckle and call you “Your Majesty.”

- As for clothes, you’d never think he’s clued in to your needs, but then you see the socks he buys for you both: to avoid any circulation issues, he only buys soft cotton and wool socks without elastic, so even at home, you always have cozy socks that match the season, like festive holiday ones.

- His secret move? Sliding his hands between your thighs when they’re cold, and playing with the little rolls there, pinching them when you’re cuddling.

- In your most intimate moments, he stops to kiss and nip at your thighs, leaving little constellations of marks that he traces over with his fingertips in the days that follow.

Ekko:

- Cuddle time is sacred.

- If he walks into the room and sees you sprawled comfortably on the bed waiting for him, a bomb alert goes off in his head: he shuts the door and runs to gather everything he might need.

- Water, snacks, extra blankets, anything he can think of.

- When he gets back and shuts the door behind him, he has a ridiculous grin on his face, warning you that he’s about to pounce with a playful growl, as if to show you just how much he wants to nibble you.

- Ekko is a huge fan of having your knees on his shoulders while you lie down, rubbing his cheek against your calf, and kissing it while you’re busy squirming.

- His favorite hobby? Getting his head caught between your thighs and becoming “deaf.”

- He’s always the big spoon because he has to protect you, hug you, and nestle his arms and hands into every soft spot.

- After any wild night, expect breakfast in bed and a hot bath waiting for you.

Vander:

- Zaun has a dreadful climate because the smog creates a thick layer of heat, but being underground and surrounded by cold materials, temperatures can drop sharply. So sometimes he shows up with a blanket, hands you a corner, and asks you to hold it for a moment.

- As soon as you take it, he calmly wraps it around you, picks you up, and carries you over to the fireplace, keeping you wrapped like a burrito on his lap while he enjoys his pipe for half an hour.

- Because of the cold, intimacy often happens right there in the living room, in front of the fire. Sometimes, he’ll give you the armchair and kneel in front of you, or you’ll both find yourselves on the rug.

- He’s a good lover, but don’t expect him to do much after expending all that energy at his age. On a good day, he’ll be a gentleman and carry you to bed; then it will your turn to cuddle and soothe him with gentle strokes as he enjoys them with his eyes closed.

- If it’s not a good day, he’ll pull the blanket over both of you and set the guard in front of the fire, resigning himself to the fact that you’ll be sleeping cuddled up either on the chair, the sofa, or even on the rug.

- In exchange, the next day, he’ll make it up to you with a long, hot bath and a massage.

Silco:

- This man has money, and he knows how to use it well.

- When the cold sets in Zaun, your bedroom becomes a place you’d never want to leave. Fur rugs are laid out on either side of the bed, soft, warm robes in matching colors appear in the closet, and if you want to stay in your den waiting for him while he works without freezing, you can even light the in-room fireplace.

- After he finishes his work, he washes up, dons his robe, and heads straight to bed, sometimes he doesn't even waiting, and begins going over his paperwork under the blankets while he absently strokes your shoulder or hair.

- If you complain enough, he’ll carefully gather up the papers, set them aside, and hover over you to kiss your neck and collarbones, sliding your robe aside so his lean, wiry body can press against yours.

- He’s incredibly gentle in everything he does, from how he touches to how he kisses or nibbles. Every movement makes you shiver, but he remains composed. Occasionally, between kisses, the cold tip of his nose brushes your skin, making you giggle; he then returns to your lips, asking for forgiveness before continuing his slow exploration.

- He’s the type for wine and a cozy dinner under the covers, a break for cuddles, and then back to work.

- If you protest that you’re eating too much, he’ll feed you himself—no time for nonsense (but always with a touch of tenderness).

Jinx:

- The most chaotic thing Jinx does is cross out or draw over posters that show people who are too skinny. They can’t make you insecure if you don’t see them, and any excuse for vandalism is a good one.

- With the cold setting in, her hideout transforms into a true nest: a heap of clothes and fabrics covered in blankets and throws to make everything softer and warmer.

- Jinx has cold feet, but it’s not her problem—it’s yours. She’ll press them against your stomach, your back, and if you react, it’ll only get worse.

- She’ll start laughing, and it’ll become personal. The only way to fight back is with tickling, but that would be a declaration of war.

- When you both finally calm down, she’ll wrap herself around you, clinging with her whole body, inhaling your scent deeply, and digging her fingers into your side.

- Don’t expect too much delicacy in intimate moments; if she needs you to move, she’ll grab and pull you into whatever position is most comfortable for her. She holds your legs up, and handles you like you’re her personal doll.

- For her, this is princess treatment; and the effort she’s putting in is what counts.

Vi:

- She buries her face in your chest, first and foremost. Feeling sad? Face in your chest. Happy? Face in your chest. Deep in thought? You guessed it—face in your chest.

- Her go-to stress reliever is squeezing your thighs and hips.

- During cuddles, she rests your head on her shoulder, strokes your back, kisses your forehead, and speaks softly.

- She always plays with your hair, and if it’s long enough, you’ll find small braids everywhere.

- When you’re cuddling in bed, she’ll either hold you close or be the little spoon herself, with one hand in yours and fingers intertwined.

- When things get more intimate, she becomes completely dependent on you, pressing her fingers so deeply into your skin that they leave marks, as if even that isn’t enough and she wants to be inside you, to reach into your very core.

- She never imposes anything; if you don’t feel like washing up, she’ll clean you up with a warm cloth, and if you don’t feel like getting up, she’ll carry you. Whatever you want, she’ll go along with it unconditionally.

- Occasionally, she’ll climb over you, propping herself on her arms, just to steal a flurry of kisses.

Caitlyn:

- Caitlyn can cook, and she will.

- Her way of cuddling starts at the table, with an evening set up like a royal banquet. Anything you like will be there, along with sweet and savory snacks, which, if there are leftovers, she’ll take to the coffee table or the bedroom so you can enjoy them later.

- There’s no rush; if you want to go for a walk or relax after eating, it’s fine by her—she just wants to be with you. She might ask a housekeeper for a bit of help, or she’ll clean up on her own while you get ready.

- If you lie down in bed, she’ll absolutely take the chance to gently knead your stomach like a cat, making you laugh but also helping you fall asleep rather quickly.

- She’s the ultimate big spoon, nestling her face into the crook of your neck and holding you tightly.

- When things get more intimate, she loves to look you in the eyes while she touches you, so she can savor every reaction, every shiver, watching your body melt with every move she makes.

- She becomes mesmerized by the way your body ripples under her touch, like there’s an ocean beneath your skin.

Mel:

- The real issue with Mel is that the rich never have anything better to do, so morning, noon, and night, they’re constantly organizing events. Breakfast at a noble’s home, brunch with the councilors, and of course, everyone must dine together. Tea at five with the Kirammans is absolutely sacred, and dinner is a moment for sharing ideas.

- Intimacy is this strange, almost absurd thing, as though everything is designed to give you no second of solitude.

- But when she does find a moment, she sits down and signals you to come into her lap or rest against her, cuddling you, playing with your earlobes, and winding her fingers through your hair until your eyes cross.

- She prefers giving affection to receiving it, simply because it feels like the only way she truly knows how to show love.

- Only in the deepest intimacy does she allow herself to do less, to enjoy your presence lying with her, to let go of control.

- She adores the way your body moves artistically, like it follows lines painted in oil, and these are the few moments where she can fully admire you.

- She’s quite strict afterward. You must drink those two glasses of water, and as you get up, she’ll call for someone to change the sheets and make the bed, so by the time you’re done showering, everything is ready and perfect.

Sevika:

- Bluntly put? She works with the chem barons, who are mostly old, misogynistic men with monocles embedded in their skulls, grotesquely altered rats with spider-like mechanical limbs, a very interesting gang of women in latex with disturbing port attachments, people with mechanical noses that pump in toxic stuff directly, and other highly modified, not-so-pleasant characters.

- I mean, sure, you have every right to feel insecure, but when she tells you you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her, she’s being quite literal.

- Her delight in the fact that not only are you entirely flesh and blood but actually soft flesh is beyond words—she feels like she’s hit the jackpot with a premium relationship.

- There’s hardly a moment when she’s not touching you, holding your arms or cheeks in her hands, or kissing your skin.

- During cuddles, she prefers you on top of her, and if she’s calm and has enough time, she’ll even remove her arm.

- It’s a controversial choice, but she doesn’t want to be around you while wearing a weapon, and she doesn’t want you to see her the way she sees the chem barons. It’s almost a moral decision on her part.

- In bed, she can hold you easily with just one arm; she’s strong, it’s not an issue for her. But first and foremost, she wants to lie down with you, feel your soft arms, your chest, your waist where she can let herself sink in, and when you laugh because she’s tickling you, she kisses you.

- For her, the hardest part isn’t functioning with one less limb but letting herself appear calm, not on the defensive, even vulnerable.

- But she doesn’t regret it for a single second.

[rollingsins]

Quinn Bailey Must Die

P1 | P2 | P3

summary: Quinn Bailey is yours and Tara's man-eating, sexed up, horn-dog roommate. She's cool at first, you think. Until she sets her sights on Tara. 

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, language.

word count: 6.6k

a/n: set in the all hers universe, just a lil (big) one shot. love u guys, as always let me know your thoughts, always makes my day :))

Quinn Bailey is - to put it lightly - an absolute pain in your ass. 

New York City is expensive. 

College is expensive. 

And despite your parents' assistance and you and Tara both working part time jobs, it just isn’t feasible for you to get your own place in the city. 

So you’d put an ad in the paper. Found Quinn. She’d seemed fun at first - lively. The type of girl you’d want to be friends with in a new city like this. A tried and true party girl, glimmering like a jewel in a sea of dreary faces. 

But her sparkle had lasted all of three weeks. 

First it was the dishes. 

She left them piled up in the sink, unattended. For days, sometimes weeks. 

A little pet peeve of yours, but it wasn’t anything major. 

It had nothing on the men. 

They were like a revolving door. An entire roster of bodies to keep her warm. 

Short men. Tall men. Thin men, muscular men. Men with beards. Men without. Pretty men, sometimes, even ugly men. 

If he lived in the tri-state area and had a penis - likely he’d seen the inside of your apartment (and your roommate). 

But really, you’re not in the position to complain. 

You and Tara weren’t exactly known for having quiet sex, and of all the people you’d lived with, Quinn seemed to mind it the least. 

Maybe, looking back, that should have been the first warning sign. 

“I don’t know,” Quinn sighs one night over a glass of wine. Tara’s curled up in your arms, nursing her own glass as you play with her hair, “Sometimes I think I should just give them all up.” 

“Men?” You ask, furrowing your brow. You laugh a little at the thought, “I don’t know Quinn, outside of partying, men are your biggest hobby.” 

It’s not intended as a slight, and Quinn doesn’t take it as one. She throws a coy smile your way. 

“I don’t know, you two have just got me thinking lately,” She says, “I’ve never considered girls before. I mean, I like dick. A lot. But maybe dick isn’t everything.” 

“Poetic,” You say, an eyebrow raised. 

Men or women, it didn’t really matter who Quinn bought home. You’d have to wear your noise canceling headphones regardless. 

But Tara’s shifting in your arms, sitting up. Then, she narrows her eyes at Quinn.  

Like she’s scanning her for a potential threat. 

Although therapy had quietened some of Tara’s more jealous tendencies, it hadn’t gotten rid of them completely. Now, instead of stabbing - she chooses staring. 

You rub her arm, your quiet signal there are no threats here. 

“Besides,” Quinn says, throwing her hair back, “A chick can just strap one on, right? And it never goes soft. Maybe that’s an upgrade.” 

Tara’s tense against you. 

Quinn looks over at her, and suddenly notices the death glare she’s receiving. She pinches her eyebrows, a little confused. 

“What’s got you all worked up?” Quinn asks, with another flick of her hair. Her eyes widen, “Oh? You think I’m trying to make a play for your girl?” 

She leans back and lets out a loud laugh. 

“Chill Tara, if I was going to go for either of you, it wouldn’t be her.” 

And then it’s your turn to stare. 

Your hand freezes over Tara’s arm. A hot, familiar feeling of jealousy seeps through you, settles deep within your bones. 

Quinn catches your gaze and rolls her eyes. 

“Girls,” She says, exasperated, “You’re not the only pussy-lickers in town. Relax, okay?”

Tara leans back into you, seemingly placated. 

Quinn tilts her head, and downs the rest of her wine. She picks up her phone to call some other nameless man, no doubt to terrorize the two of you within the next half an hour. 

The conversation is over. 

But the jealousy bubbling under your skin doesn’t simmer down. And suddenly,  it’s the only thing you can think about. 

-

“What did she mean by that?” You agonize to Liv and Chad, a little later. 

You’re in the NYU quad, picking at your salad with a plastic fork. Tara’s in class, giving you more than enough time to stew on the conversation with Quinn. 

Chad slurps on his milkshake, seemingly unbothered. 

“She was just being friendly, YN, I wouldn’t read into it.” Says Chad, mouth open and full of food. 

Liv turns to him. Smacks his arm, a little too hard. 

“Friendly?” She says, voice shrill, “Friendly?” 

Chad blinks back at her, but she’s turning to you.  

“YN, she was not being friendly, don’t listen to him. Boys are so stupid.” 

“Hey-“ Interjects Chad, but Liv ignores him. She takes your arm. 

“She’s making a play for Tara, YN,” She says, a little urgently, “Girls do this. We like to play with our food before we eat it. She was scoping out Tara’s reaction before she put the moves on her for real.” 

You furrow your brow. 

“You think?” 

“I know,” Says Liv, “How do you think I got Chad?” 

Chad looks over to her, a little owlish. 

“Huh?” He says, creasing his forehead, “I asked you out, babe.” 

Liv shoots him a look. 

“You asked me out after I spent two weekends at your house asking for Mario Kart lessons.” 

Chad’s eyes widen. 

“You said that was so you could beat your brother!” 

Liv gives you a look. 

“Women are masterminds, YN. Watch the fuck out.” 

-

Liv’s comments ring in the back of your mind for the rest of the day. 

Now that you think about it, Quinn had been lounging about the house lately in scantily clad outfits. 

Sleep shorts that rose almost up to her hips. Tiny tank tops that were almost see through. She giggled a little too hard at Tara’s jokes, gushed over Tara’s cooking as if Tara was Gordon Ramsey himself. 

You’re starting to see it. 

Quinn liked her conquests. 

Men were easy, women a little harder - but for a girl who liked to conquer, who better than Tara? 

Your sweet, loving, loyal and devoted girlfriend. 

Prying Tara away from you wouldn’t be child’s play. 

Truly the Mount Everest of conquests. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Tara asks you a little later, after you’d spent half the night glaring at Quinn. 

She’d been traipsing around all afternoon in a pair of black panties and an old t-shirt, an outfit that wouldn’t have made you think twice about it a few days ago. 

But it’s different now. 

Liv’s words ring loud in your head, “Women are masterminds, YN.” 

You don’t respond, instead dropping a soapy pot to the countertop and watching as Quinn disappears into her bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. 

Tara snakes her arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Babe?” Tara prompts. 

“Nothing,” You mumble. You’re in your own head now, half afraid if you say it out loud it will become true. 

You feel Tara’s pout against your shoulder. 

“Something’s wrong, you barely said anything when I tried to get you to watch Saw III,” She says, turning you in her arms. 

She raises an eyebrow to punctuate her point. 

“And you hate gore movies.” 

“I like movies that make you happy,” You lie. 

Tara furrows her brow. 

“Okay, something is definitely wrong,” She says. She stands on her tip toes and presses the softest kiss to your cheeks, “Tell me babe, what is it?” 

You bite your lip. 

Tara is your girlfriend, you reason after a moment of hesitation, and if anyone were to understand jealousy - it would be her. 

You sigh and loop your arms around Tara’s waist. 

“Is Quinn… do you think she’s acting weird?” 

Tara frowns. 

“No weirder than usual.” 

“It’s just…” you chew your lip, “I think she might.. be into you, babe.” 

Tara shoots you a look. 

“I don’t think so,” She says. She leans up and presses a kiss to your lips, “She has a pretty solid roster of dudes to keep her entertained.” 

She brushes a stand of hair out of your face, “Is that what’s bothering you, baby? You know you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you.” 

It placates you for only a moment. 

Of course you don’t have anything to worry about. Tara adores you. Tara’s killed for you. Tara loves you with every fiber of her being. 

It’s just… 

Quinn is pretty. So pretty. 

Tara had fallen hard and fast for you, who’s to say she couldn’t fall the same way for someone else? 

And then the dread is back. 

“It’s just… Liv said-“ 

Tara groans. 

“Babe, don’t worry about what Liv has said. She barely knows the days of the week.” 

“But she knows how to get guys,” You say, a little pointed. 

Tara tilts her head. Her eyes are warm, the softest smile on her lips. 

“I’m not a guy,” Tara promises. She nuzzles her nose against yours, “Quinn could parade around here naked doing backflips and I wouldn’t look twice at her. You know that, babe.” 

You do know that. 

And so you let Tara press warm kisses into your neck and drag you back to the bedroom. 

Make sure to moan a little louder than usual just to remind Quinn exactly who Tara belongs to. 

-

It doesn’t work. 

Because of course, why would it work? 

The barrage of men flitting in and out of Quinn’s room comes to a screeching halt. She’s celibate for almost a week, focusing all her sexual energy on your girlfriend. 

It’s subtle, in the masterful kind of way Liv described. 

“Man,” She sighs loudly, one morning from her spot at the kitchen counter, “Tara, do you think you could help me on this paper for film class? I have to write a paper on iconic women in horror.” 

Tara springs to action, charging away from you like this is her sole purpose in life: to share her catalog of benign horror knowledge to any pretty girl who looks her way. 

You fold your arms, unhappily. 

“Start with Ellen Ripley,” Tara commands, before she even sits down. Quinn begins typing, madly. Tara pulls up a chair next to Quinn’s, leaning in a respectful distance to peer down at Quinn’s screen.  

“Signorney Weaver’s impact on horror is maybe one of the things that made me interested in horror to begin with.”

“I didn’t know that,” Quinn coos. She touches Tara’s arm, only slightly, leaning in until their shoulders brush, “That’s so cute, Tara.” 

Tara draws back, clearing her throat. 

“When you’re done with Sigourney, maybe touch on Jamie-Lee-Curtis.” 

Quinn blinks over at her, eyes round, like an innocent doe. 

You know better. 

Your eyes narrow as you stand, reaching for your purse. 

“Baby,” You remind Tara, leaning over to touch her back, “We need to get groceries today. Before Sam comes to visit.”

Quinn’s schoolgirl act drops immediately. Her eyes frost over slightly as she looks over at you, only the tiniest twinge of irritation apparent. 

“Maybe you could do that later, YN?” She asks, voice tilted, “I have to get this paper done before tonight.” 

“Sorry,” You flash her the mildest smile, not sorry at all, “Tara’s sister is coming all the way from California. We need to get the place ready, right babe?”

Tara nods, turning to Quinn to shrug.  

“Google should be able to help,” She says, scooting off her chair and grabbing her coat, “Carrie’s a great film too, if you’re in a pinch.”

“Well, maybe you can help me when you get back?” Quinn asks, a slight pout on her lip as she looks at Tara. 

Your eyes narrow, but Tara nods, helpfully. 

“Sure.” 

-

Naively, you’d hoped Quinn would get bored with this little game she’d started. 

Her attention span is short, you’d reasoned, as soon as she’d figured out Tara isn’t returning any of her flirty looks or comments, she’d get bored. 

You’d been wrong. 

If anything, Tara’s lack of interest only seems to spur Quinn on more. 

Most of your classes are in the mornings, Tara’s in the afternoon. Tara walks you to class, leaves you with a soft kiss and an “I love you”, but you know Quinn doesn’t work until the evenings, and it’s just her and Tara alone in that tiny little apartment for hours on end. 

So you toil in your classes. Imagine the worst. 

Tara and Quinn, sitting side by side, watching horror movies. Quinn touches her arm, then her thigh, leaning in to kiss her. 

Tara bats her away, most times you think about it. But sometimes she doesn’t. Sometimes she lets herself be kissed. Sometimes she lets Quinn touch her, undress her. Fuck her. 

And those sometimes become all you can think about. 

This is a new challenge, one that has rarely surfaced in your relationship. 

Tara is so enamored with you, most people don’t even bother attempting to seduce her. But Quinn isn’t most people, she’s persistent and pretty and maybe Tara isn’t a guy, but that doesn’t mean she can’t fall for the same traps a lot of them do. 

A sticky hot, honey-trap by the name of Quinn Bailey. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, a little stern when you walk into the apartment that afternoon. Tara’s curled up onto the couch, blanket wrapped around her. Quinn’s hovering over her, the back of her hand pressed against Tara’s forehead. 

A prickle settles down the back of your spine. Your jaw clenches. 

But Tara doesn’t even look over, just nuzzles herself deeper into her blanket. 

“Tara isn’t feeling well, poor baby.” Quinn coos. 

You drop your bag, ignore the rageful little demon in you that wants to bat Quinn’s hand away and fall to your girlfriend's side. The tip of Tara’s nose is red, and her lips are chapped. As she blinks up at you, you notice her eyes are hazy. 

“Honey,” You say, all thought of Quinn gone as you press your lips to Tara’s cheek, “Why didn’t you call?” 

“It’s nothing, just a cold,” Says Tara, but she curls into your side anyway. You press a gentle kiss to her clammy forehead and rub her arm. Quinn disappears into the kitchen, returning with a small bowl. 

“I made her some tea,” Says Quinn, “And some soup from scratch.” 

You blink up at her. You’ve never seen Quinn cook anything in her life. She’s all Deliveroo and fruit roll ups and toast. But the kitchen sink is awash with stray noodles and dirty pots. The smell of soup lingers. 

“Thanks Quinn,” Tara murmurs, reaching out to take the bowl from her hands, “You didn’t have to do that.” 

The angry, jealous demon is back. Quinn’s smile is unsettling, almost triumphant. 

As if she’s out-girlfriend-ed you. 

You swallow the urge to punch her in the throat. 

“No, you didn’t.” You say, warily, “Tara’s allergic to MSG, you didn’t put any of that in it, did you?” 

Quinn shakes her head, her smile coy. 

“All natural, only the best for our girl.” Quinn says, and then squeezes Tara’s shoulder. 

You glare as she cleans up the dirty plates and contemplate homicide for the rest of the evening. 

-

When Tara’s feeling better, you’ll bring it up, you reason with yourself the next morning. 

Quinn Bailey is becoming a pest, a horned up sex-pest determined to get her claws in your girlfriend. 

It has to stop. 

The solution? 

This is where you’re a little stuck. You don’t know the solution. Strangling Quinn sounds great on paper, but not so much in practice. 

Dead people don’t pay rent, that’s the only thing you know for sure.

You contemplate this over the next couple of days, between wrestling a hot water bottle for Tara out of Quinn’s hands, and almost jogging down to the corner store at the end of your block to beat Quinn for the tylenol. 

Tara’s such a baby when she’s sick, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s starting to enjoy this. Two women fawning over her, competing for who can nurse her the best. 

And the worst part is, Quinn knows exactly what she’s doing and she wants you to know it. 

She doesn’t say it, not outright, too smart to play her hand too quickly. 

She grins as she spoonfeds Tara some leftover soup, flashes you a look as she dabs Tara’s sweaty forehead with a damp cloth. 

She raises an eyebrow at you as Tara croaks out to her, asking for more tissues. 

It makes you stew. 

It makes you want to grab the kitchen knife out of the top draw and slam it through her stupid neck.

It makes you want to grab her by the hair and throw her out of the window of your seventh story apartment. 

But you resist. 

Let her think she’s winning. 

It’ll make the victory you claw from her hands all the more sweet. 

Tara’s feeling better a few days later, and with her recovery comes the first taste of victory. 

Quinn’s making dinner in the kitchen - her newfound passion being culinary for your girlfriend. She hums a little, flitting between batting her eyelashes at Tara and shooting knowing glances in your direction. 

“Tara,” She says, just as she’s about to pour the tomato paste into the pasta “I can’t get this jar open. Can you help me?” 

Tara’s busy with her laptop, but she moves over regardless. She touches your shoulder lightly as she passes, and reaches out to take the jar from Quinn’s hand. 

It pops open immediately. You roll your eyes. 

Quinn beams, and as you look up, she’s running her hand over your girlfriend’s bicep. 

“You’re so strong,” She flirts, brazenly, “Thanks Tara.” 

Tara moves back to her laptop, unperturbed. 

When it comes to attention towards her she has always been oblivious. You let out a growl so low, no-one but you hears it. 

“Dinner’s up, Tara,” Quinn says, a few moments later, pulling out a couple of plates. 

You peer down at your book, suddenly very interested in the words. When Quinn had asked you your plans for the evening - grocery bags in hand - you’d neglected to tell her Tara had asked you out to dinner. 

Tara blinks over at her, a little confused. 

“Dinner?” She asks, closing the lid of her laptop. 

“Yeah,” Says Quinn with a sickly smile, “I made your favorite.” 

Tara tilts her head, “Oh. Sorry, Quinn, we’re going out tonight. I didn’t realize you were cooking for us.” 

Quinn stares a moment. 

“That’s fine,” She says, voice a little clipped, “Only, I asked YN and she said you guys were around.” 

You close your book and stand, grabbing your coat. 

“Oh yeah,” You say, smacking your hand to your head, as if you’d suddenly forgotten, “Dinner. I am so sorry, Quinn. Gosh, I am so forgetful sometimes.” 

Tara peers over at you, a little confused. 

Oblivious idiot when it comes to girls, yes, but not with you. You see the question in her eyes and neglect to answer it. 

Quinn’s eyes harden, but she doesn’t dare give up the jig. Not in front of Tara.

“It’s fine,” She says, “Maybe you can have it for lunch.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Tara says, a little absent minded as you wrap her jacket around her shoulders. 

You can tell she feels bad by the way she lingers. 

“We haven’t had a date night in a while, that’s all,” Tara explains. She wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes your hip, “Besides, I owe this one a dinner for taking such good care of me these last couple of days.” 

She presses a soft kiss to your lips, her brown eyes warm and shimmering. 

You can’t help the smile that snakes across your lips. 

Quinn crosses her arms, looking unhappy. 

“I seem to remember taking pretty good care of you,” She says, drawing Tara’s gaze, “Maybe you should be taking me out to dinner, too.” 

Tara’s eyebrows knit in confusion. She looks at you, a little helpless, like she’s suddenly aware she’s caught in a chess match she wasn’t aware she was playing. 

Bless her. 

Your poor, sweet, unsuspecting girlfriend. 

You squeeze her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

“

“Did you get the feeling Quinn’s mad at me?” She asks, “Maybe we should have invited her to dinner. She did make me a lot of soup.” 

You tilt your wine glass to your lips, needing the rush of the alcohol to get you through this conversation. 

When you set it down, Tara’s blinking back at you, with wide, brown eyes. 

“Remember what we talked about a couple of weeks ago, babe?” You say, “About my conversation with Liv.” 

Tara nods. 

“And have you noticed it, this past couple of weeks?” You prompt, “Quinn flirting with you?” 

Tara tilts her head. 

“No.” 

“Tara, she touched your arm and called you strong,” You say, pinching the bridge of your nose. Quinn had gone to work earlier that day, blown a kiss goodbye to Tara as she’d left. 

Made sure you’d seen it. 

Tara shrugs, “I’ve been in the gym, babe, I’m getting stronger.”

She flexes her bicep. 

“Look, babe, that’s all muscle.” She says, proudly. 

“That’s not the point, Tara,” You say, “She’s flirting with you. She’s been flirting with you all week.” 

Tara frowns. 

“She has?” She asks, looking a little perplexed. 

Then, she pouts. 

“So she was just complimenting my lasagne because she wanted to sleep with me?” She says, looking put out, “I thought she really liked my new recipe.” 

“Forget about the lasagne, Tara, this is not okay.” You say, “How would you feel if she were hitting on me?”

Tara frowns. 

“Not good,” She admits, “Bad. Really, really bad.” 

You sigh, dropping your fork onto your plate. 

“She’s going to have to go,” You tell Tara, “If she can’t respect our relationship, she can get the fuck out.” 

Tara bites her lip. 

“Okay, babe,” She says, a little wary, “It’s just… rent is due next month and I don’t know how easy it’s going to be to replace her.”

She squeezes your hand, a little hasty as she sees the look on your face. 

“I’ll talk to her,” Tara says, leaning up to kiss you, “I’ll remind her I’m taken and not interested. And if she still tries it after that, she goes. How’s that, babe?” 

-

Tara’s talk with Quinn happens a little later. 

You climb into bed, head tilted as you hear the quiet murmur of their voices down the hall. It doesn’t sound heated, and you hear Quinn giggling as she tells Tara goodnight. 

You frown as Tara enters the room. 

“It’s just a misunderstanding, baby,” She says as she climbs into bed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “She doesn’t like me. She told me she’s just been a little clingier than usual because we’re her only friends.” 

“Babe-“ You start with a huff, ready to climb out of bed but Tara’s hands grip around your waist. 

“I know, I know, babe.” She assures, pressing another quick kiss to your neck, “I know you think it’s all bullshit so I told her straight up. I told her I’m in love with you and if she tries anything we’ll kick her straight out.” 

You frown, turning in her arms, “Really?” 

“Really.” Tara says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “And I promise to keep my distance, okay babe? She can flirt until the cows come home, it’s going to fall on deaf ears.” 

She snuggles into your chest, soothing your hammering heartbeat with a kiss. 

“I love you. Only you.” 

-

True to her word, Tara goes out of her way to avoid Quinn. 

Gone are their cozy little sessions on the couch watching horror movies. Tara refuses Quinn’s cooking, turns down each of Quinn’s requests to hang out, or help her with homework, or whatever other brainless task Quinn can think of to get them to spend time together. 

The rental market is fucked, you discover in the interim. 

No way can you and Tara afford to move out, and even if Quinn did leave, it could take months to replace her. 

“No,” Mindy says, point blank when you ask her, “Not unless you and Tara swear to a vow of celibacy.” 

You sigh, unhappily. 

“Great,” You say, slumping back into your seat, “We’re going to be stuck with her forever.” 

Mindy looks over at you, taking a little pity on you. 

“Why don’t you ask Chad and Liv?” She suggests, “They won’t be able to hear you fuck over Liv’s soap operas anyway.” 

“I already asked,” You say, voice gloomy, “They’re in a two year contract.” 

Mindy shoots you a sympathetic smile. 

“You’ll find someone,” She says, “You just need to put some feelers out there.” 

And so you do. 

You spend the morning in class writing up the ad. You’ll put in the paper tomorrow, you figure. 

When you get home, ready to avoid Quinn and spend a night snuggling in bed with Tara, Tara’s already at the door. 

“Hey babe,” Tara says, bouncing up to greet you with a kiss. She smiles, lowering her voice, “Missed you. Wanna shower with me?” 

You smile and kiss her. 

“You know we can’t,” You say, regretfully, “Last time we used up all the hot water.” 

“So let’s have a cold shower,” She suggests, her smile turning into a leer, “I’ve got other ways to warm you up.” 

“Izzie, how are you? It’s been ages!” Quinn sounds from the living room. Your smile drops - you didn’t realize she was home. Tara notices your face shift, and rubs your hip, comfortingly. 

“She’s been good, babe, I promise,” Tara says, “Are you sure you don’t want to shower with me?” 

“I’ll start dinner,” You say, leaning in to kiss her quickly, “You go, baby.” 

Quinn’s in the living room, lounging across the couch when you enter. 

“Yeah, I’ve never done it before,” Says Quinn. If she’s noticed you in the kitchen, she doesn’t acknowledge you. She kicks her shoes off and lays back into the couch, twirling her hair between her fingers. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. You know? I really want to try it.” 

You pull a few potatoes from the bag and pull out a knife. 

Just a little while longer, you think, trying to stop yourself from glancing over. Just a few more weeks of her and then you’d never have to see her again. 

Quinn looks over, catching your eye. 

As if she can tell you’re thinking about her. 

And then, she smiles. 

“I met a guy last night, took him home because he looked a little bit like her. Dark hair, dark eyes, short.” She says, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur, “Fucked his brains out imaging it was her on top of me. Inside me. And she will be. Soon.” 

She’s looking right at you. Her voice is a low taunt, daring you to take the bait. 

And you fall for it. 

Hook, line and sinker. 

You slam the knife to the kitchen counter, cheeks flushing red. 

“That’s it,” You growl as you launch at her, “You’re fucking dead, do you hear me?” 

Quinn stares a moment, her jaw slacking. 

As if she hadn’t realized her taunting would finally come to fruition. 

In the form of you launching to grab at the end of her hair. 

You tug at it, hard, determined to make the end of your fist meet the slant of her chin. She squeals, dropping her phone as you tug her towards you. 

“YN,” She cries, “Stop it, you’re fucking crazy-” 

“You think this is funny?” You growl, letting go of her hair to shove her back against the couch. You swing at her - and miss - and you know you must look crazed. All wild eyes, red-faced, three weeks of taunting finally setting you over the edge, “ You think trying to sleep with my girlfriend is a game?” 

“Tara!” Quin screams as you launch at her once more, “Tara, help!” 

Tara’s name on Quinn’s lips - if possible, just makes you angrier. You lunge over the couch, but she stands, squealing as she ducks your advances. 

You hear the bathroom door slam, and a flash of dark hair before you turn to see Tara, soaking wet, towel pressed around her torso. Her hair is soapy with shampoo and she looks dismayed as she looks at the sight in front of her. 

Quinn screaming like a child and you feral. Grabbing for her with all your might. 

“Baby?” She says, sounding scandalized, “What are you doing?” 

Quinn lets out a sob. Teary-eyed, she barrels over to Tara and stands behind her, grabbing at Tara’s arms as if she’s her knight in shining armor. 

“She’s attacking me, Tara,” Quinn blubbers out through her crocodile tears, “Make her stop, please.” 

“Oh, give it a rest, would you?” You say, voice harsh, “Tears? Really? Why don’t you tell Tara what you were saying about her on the phone, huh? Why don’t you be honest for once in your fucking life and tell her what you’ve been trying to do this entire time.” 

“I was talking about a girl from my Chemistry class,” Quinn says, as if you’re crazy, “Her name is Charlotte, I wasn’t talking about Tara.” 

“Oh, bullshit,” You scoff, “Just admit it. You’ve been all over Tara from day one.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bitch,” Quinn says, “Look, just because you’re insecure, doesn’t mean I’m trying to sleep with your girlfriend.” 

“Enough,” Growls Tara. She wrenches her hand away from Quinn, turning to round on her. The anger within you dissipates slightly. You swallow as you’ve realized Quinn has inadvertently awoken The Rage. 

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Tara says, her voice hot, “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

Quinn blinks at her. 

“Tara, it’s fine,” You say, hurriedly, “Babe, leave it.” 

And as much as you want to see Quinn get punched in the face, you don’t want The Rage to be the one to do it. 

You’d paid for too much therapy to see that fucker unleashed again. 

“Apologize,” Tara demands, her eyes flashing, “Apologize to her now.” 

You reach for Tara’s hand, tug her back towards you, out of Quinn’s reach. Her heart is racing,  her shoulders tight. You press your lips to her shoulder in an effort to soothe her. 

Quinn’s face contorts. You half think she’s about to spit right in your face. Maybe take a swing at you of her own. But then her face softens. 

“I’m sorry, YN,” She says, voice silky sweet, “It really was a misunderstanding. I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was trying to take your girlfriend from you. I’m not, I promise.” 

She sounds sincere, but you see right through her. 

“Alright,” Tara says, though her shoulders are still tight, “Good. Now I’m going to finish my shower, and the two of you are not going to kill each other. Right?” 

Quinn nods, solemnly. 

“Bedroom,” You tell Tara, “Now.” 

-

“She’s going,” Is the first thing you say as Tara shuts the door. You’re pacing back and forth, your skin burning hot and red, “She’s fucking gone, Tara. I mean it this time. I don’t care if we have to sleep on Mindy’s couch for the next three years, I am not spending another second with her-” 

Tara rubs her eyes. They’re a little red, stained with unwashed shampoo. 

“Baby, why don’t you sit down for a bit?” She suggests, “Look at you, you’re all worked up.” 

You turn to stare her down, anger flashing through your features. 

“She was talking about fucking you, Tara,” You hiss, “Right in front of me. She was talking about how she wanted you inside her.” 

Tara moves a little closer, trying to touch your arm. You shake her off to continue your pacing. 

“You’re mine,” You seethe, “I don’t know what part of that is so hard for her to understand.” 

“Baby-” Tara starts. 

“You’re not talking me out of this, Tara,” You snap, “I want her gone. Tonight.” 

Tara catches your arm. She draws you in for a long kiss. 

She’s trying to settle you down. 

It works.  

“I’m yours,” She says, softly, “Like I already told you, you don’t have to worry about her.” 

“You promised, Tara,” You say, voice agonized, “You promised if she tried anything else she’d be gone. And I swear to god, Tara - if you try to take her side-“  

Tara shushes you with another kiss. 

Then she draws back, her voice soft. 

“Of course I’m not going to take her side, sweetheart,” Tara says, “I’m your girlfriend. I’m always on your side. She’s going. You don’t have to ask twice.” 

This relaxes you a little. Tara presses another lingering kiss to your lips. 

“Like hell we’re sleeping on Mindy’s couch, though,” Tara says, crinkling her brow, “Sam can lend us the money. She won’t mind.” 

Sam might mind. 

But it’s really the least of your worries. 

“Thank you,” You say, sighing as you lean into Tara’s chest. 

Tara squeezes your shoulders. 

“Let me finish my shower,” She says, “And then I’ll talk to her.” 

She eyes you, warily. 

“Maybe you should take a walk or something, babe,” She says, after a moment of hesitation. She brushes your cheek, “You’re all red in the face.” 

You frown. 

“If you think I’m leaving you here with that sexed-up-piranha-” You start with a growl, and Tara draws her arms back around your shoulders. 

“Alright, alright,” She concedes, “It’s okay, babe, we’ll do it together.” 

But by the time Tara’s out of the shower, Quinn is long gone. 

You spend the night seething, not even Tara’s gentle kisses enough to coax you out of your mood.

In the morning, you hunt through the apartment like a lion hungry for its prey but she’s nowhere in sight. 

She’s stupid enough to try you, but not so stupid enough to hang around for the fallout. 

When you head off to class, Tara reassures you with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“She’ll be back here at some point,” Tara says, “As soon as I see her I’ll tell her to pack her bags.”

Economics flashes by in a rage-filled trance. You don’t even bother with your marketing paper. You’re worked up. 

You just want her gone. 

And so you skip the rest of your morning classes and head home.

You don’t bother smiling at the doorman, fish your keys out of your pocket in a grump. 

When you get to the door, you tilt your key in the lock, fiddling around to pry the door open. 

And then you hear it. 

A cry - it’s Tara, and then you hear Quinn. She’s squealing again. You blink. Your mind runs rampant with the possibilities. 

Tara with her knife, plowing through Quinn with the kind of ire only The Rage can bring. 

Tara grunts, and it’s familiar. Your stomach lurches. You might be sick. 

You know that grunt. 

The indicator Tara might be plowing Quinn in a much different fashion. 

Betrayal sinks deep within your veins. You fumble with the door, almost pry it off its hinges in your effort to barge through it. 

It swings open, and the lump in your throat grows with the thought of what you might find on the other side of the door. 

But what you see isn’t what you expect. 

You blink. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. 

“Tara,” You hiss as your jaw drops, “What are you doing?” 

Tara has Quinn in a firm grip. Her legs are wrapped tight around Quinn’s waist, she has Quinn’s head between her arms in a chokehold. Quinn’s eyes are wide. She struggles desperately against Tara’s grip, eyes bulging as she tries to wrangle her way out. 

The scene in front of you would be comical, if it weren’t real. 

But it’s very real. 

Quinn looks over to you the moment Tara does. 

The sound of your voice is her escape. 

Tara turns to you, grip lessening only slightly as she realizes your presence. Her brown eyes widen, the way they do when she knows she’s in trouble. 

Quinn pulls herself out of Tara’s grip with a heavy gasp, almost shoving Tara to the floor. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Quinn says, voice high as she stands, “Are you actually serious right now?” 

“Explain, Tara,” You say, voice flat, “Now.” 

Tara looks over to you, eyes wide. She splutters as she speaks. 

“She tried to kiss me, babe,” Tara says, voice aghast, “She tried to kiss me and I didn’t know what else to do.” 

Quinn’s breathing heavily. 

She’s scary like this. Thundering over Tara’s tiny frame like she might snap her in two. 

“I throw myself at you and your first reaction is karate?” Quinn says to Tara. Her eyes are wild. She’s pissed, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara fires back, “I have a girlfriend.” 

You throw your bag to the ground. The heavy, unsettled feeling that’s stayed with you for the last three weeks is boiling. If Quinn doesn’t leave now, there’s no telling what you’ll do next. 

“Get out,” You tell Quinn, “You don’t live here anymore. Get your shit and go.” 

Quinn doesn’t move. 

“Get out,” You insist, “Before I kill you myself.” 

Quinn shoots an angry look at Tara, before redirecting it at you. 

“Fine,” She says, “You two deserve each other. Fucking Jackie Chan and Princess Prissy-”

“Out.” You snap as she grabs her purse. 

She shoots you an angry glare. 

“You can forget about rent,” She sneers, “And good luck finding someone else to live in this shitty apartment.” 

Your palms are sweating as she slams the front door shut. 

Tara looks up at you, eyes still wide, a little sheepish as you close in on her. 

“I didn’t kiss her babe, I swear,” Tara promises, leaning up to grab your hands, “She leaned in and I grabbed her before she could get close.” 

“I know you didn’t, babe,” You say after a long moment. Your voice softens. You brush her dark hair out of her eyes, “I know.” 

She’s quiet a moment. 

“I’m sorry that we didn’t kick her out sooner,” She says, “I really did just think she was trying to be my friend.” 

You sigh. Tilt your face to hers. 

“I know, babe,” You say, then you snort, “I can’t believe you put her in a headlock. Sam’s going to love that.” 

Tara pouts.

“She deserved it,” She says, “And speaking of Sam…” 

She looks up at her, eyes shimmering. 

“I talked to her about the rent,” Tara murmurs after a moment, “She agreed to help us out.” 

“Oh?” You say. A spark of hope sears deep within your chest. 

Tara bites her lip, “There’s a catch, though. She’s going to come live with us until we find a new roommate.” 

“Oh.” You say with a frown. 

“You’re not mad, are you?” Tara asks, a little hesitant, “I’d tell her no, but we’re really in a pinch, babe.” 

“It’s fine,” You say, after a moment, “I don’t mind living with Sam.” 

Tara hums. She leans in close against you. 

“And hey,” You nudge her, trying to keep the mood light, “At least I don’t have to worry about Sam trying to get into your pants.” 

Tara wrinkles her nose. 

You laugh. 

Lean down to kiss her, deep. 

Fuck you Quinn Bailey, you can’t help but think. 

You hope she enjoyed her little game.

Because when it comes to Tara, you never lose.

[havocskies]

hhihi i love the ur headcanons sm and i was wondering if u could also write girlfriend reader x brian headcanons 💗

tags : romantic , he’s still pretty evil sorry , brian is mostly rudy here , so i guess you’re probably fine

honestly brian would have to REALLY like someone to truly date them i feel like

like, his main concern is getting to dexter

BUT he did seem to like monique a bit, so it’s at least not impossible

even though he did still kill her….

i feel like brian, if he TRULY loved someone, would be very protective

of course, he knows how to not make it seem overbearing

he’s very good at playing ‘rudy,’ and he’ll never let it slip around you

you’re the last person he wants to find out about his little taboo hobby

sometimes he fantasizes about showing you the freezer room, about taking you on kills and having you help out with the prep

but he knows realistically that’s just wishful thinking

it’d be too big of a risk, one he doesn’t really want to take

so, he’ll continue to play the loving and innocent boyfriend who’s only motive in life is to help the needy

brian would absolutely be very touchy, both in a possessive way and in a casual, subconscious way

he loves to let people know you’re his, but at the same time he also just loves the reassurance that you’re there, with him

even if he doesn’t show it he does inwardly get insecure, worried that you’d somehow find out about his tendencies and leave him

once he has something he likes in his grasp he isn’t very keen on letting it go

brian would heavily enjoy painting your nails, wanting to keep them colored the way he loves close to constantly

the moment they begin to chip he’s commenting on it, already wanting to fix it

brian also clearly seems to enjoy putting his attractions on display

he has a large drawing of a naked woman on his living room wall, and limb sculptures all around his apartment

with that being said, brian absolutely would enjoy taking pictures of you (both compromising and not 😇)

like, he’s clearly a freak

i don’t, however, think he’d be too possessive in public

of course, he loves physical contact and being near you

however, making it known you two are dating isn’t exactly being possessive

i don’t believe brian would get jealous very easily

he wouldn’t dictate what you wear, instead finding it more enjoyable to show you off in a way

i do think, however, that if you wanted him to give suggestions towards your outfits he would absolutely love it.

while not very possessive, he does love having control

brian would strongly enjoy picking out minor things, such as your jewelry or a specific shirt

if you wanted him to pick out an entire outfit, however, he wouldn’t complain

since brian would be playing as rudy around you i don’t think he’d have too many red flags

of course, he’s still the ice truck killer, but he’d be more careful around you

if you weren’t a killer, that is

if you were that’s an entirely different story

regardless, if you’re a moral and true citizen of society, brian is careful around you

he doesn’t drop many hints, and the ones he does are only small comments you couldn’t possibly catch on to

(both brian and dexter do this in the show and i think it’s so funny it kills me)

brian in general is also very touchy

we see this in the show when he’s with deb

listen, if he could be that touchy and needy with a woman he hates with every fiber of his being and piece of his soul imagine how he is with someone he loves

yeah he’d never be leaving you alone

brian does (assumingely) hook up with hookers somewhat often

unless he’s just killing most of them i guess, obviously

regardless, since brian’s life is centered mostly around dexter, i don’t think he’s had many partners if any at all

i don’t even think monique really counts, as they seemed to be portrayed more as just sex partners than actual partners

they don’t really have anything romantic to say about each other so 😭

with that being said, that would mean his entire focus would be on you

also, if his apartment decor is so shameless i would not be surprised if his drive was high

considering how he was acting with deb, he would be beyond needy with an actual partner

he’d absolutely insist on keeping control in every situation

but he’d without a doubt be wanting your attention fairly often

now, i do think he’d still have cold spells where he’s distant, but i don’t think they’d truly last that long

all in all, as long as you’re dating rudy, you’re pretty safe

[seasasyan]

hellooooooooooooo! I really like your posts. I see you opened a request and..umm..can I place a request for Teru, Akane,Mei (tbhk) x reader who likes to draw and always draws anytime, anywhere. If you don't like it, it's okay…anyway, have a nice day :333

hi anon im glad u like my writings, so sorry for the wait hope youʼll like this post as well, have a nice day / night

teru minamoto

he finds your hobby really interesting and adorable, you have a lot of talent and itʼs good that you practice everyday.

sometimes, when you have nothing to do, he invites you to the students council room and makes you sit beside him, he likes the silence thereʼs in the room while you draw whatever is on your mind while he finishes his work.

his grades are excellent so of course he shines in art class, he gives really good advices on how you can get better with your art, drawing / painting with him is really fun and relaxing.

if you gift him a drawing of him or you two together heʼll make sure to put it in a frame, beside the pictures with his siblings so he can see it everyday; heʼll praise you a lot and maybe gift you a drawing as well, as a thank you.

akane aoi

heʼs literally your number one supporter, always been since the start, he definitely takes pictures to every single drawing u make, even if itʼs just one doodle on the end of your note book or on your arm.

talking about doodling on someoneʼs skin, he will scream like a fan girl if you ask to draw on his arm, it could be anything really: smiling faces, lil shining stars, flowers.. he will cherish them till they completely faid away when heʼs washing himself up he will be sad about it too.

i wouldnʼt try to ask him for suggestions on how to make your art better though, he will always compliment whatever you draw, even if itʼs just a literal stick men, he cannot manage to criticize you and your art.

believe me when i say he will go feral if you draw him or both of you together. Imagine handing him a small drawing of you two holding hands w little hearts as decorations, and each second his face gets more and more red.. heʼll probably stick it to his ceiling, right in front of his bed so that it will be the first thing he sees in the morning and last thing he sees before closing his eyes to sleep.

mei shijima

i think she'd be really amused about the fact that you both like art and spend most of your days drawing, you both support and help eachother when the other needs help or suggestions.

since you two share the same passion, expect to do some works together with shijima, maybe like you both seat in front of eachother and draw the other or draw shared parts of a singular painting, you know things like that if you understood.. where you both have fun.

more than one time, she definitely chose you as her subject for various drawings / paintings for her school's art competitions, and every time she would win, sheʼd give you her art piece for you to keep it.

if you ask her for suggestions on how to get better at drawing, you better be ready cause she will say everything that is on her mind, she doesnʼt say it in a mean way of course but you asked her for art criticism and thatʼs exactly what sheʼll give you

i missed writing for tbhk to be honest, i hope this is what you were waiting for anon ^_^

[umunschaas]

Thank u so much for writing fanfic "Side by Side" ✨️

I think Selena/Morzan/Brom ship is cool. Just three murderous and very broken people end up being together

(Brom was the nightmare for the Forsworns, Selena was the first Black Hand and the most ruthless one, Morzan was the first Forsworn a formidable swordsman and magician) - they are meant for each other

They are so confused about each other, and I love the scenes with Morzan's dragon. (He was so worried about Morzan, and he didn't understand what was going on.)

Bold of you to compliment me on a fic that has only two chapters by now. I haven't even started on being mean to the characters xD

I'm still pondering on how exactly they should fit together with their characteristics and in which direction they should develop. But yeah, they def are very strong and scary together (apparently I like that and that's one of the reasons why I ship morzatorix lol).

Thank you!!! ;v; I think Morzan is the only one who is confused while also being angry (he's just a mess really, but I guess that's not surprising). Selena is being a stubborn optimist. And Brom is just still in denial, he did it for so many years, it's probably a hobby by now.

Morzan’s scaly partner is actually mild heartache to write. And I hate it a little tiny bit. Because he's supposed to be a dragon and I have to write him like a sad, confused dog instead. Puts it right in front of my eyes how much I enjoy writing dragons in my other fics. Because they have neat characters and are sometimes smarter than the average human and can be rude without fearing major backlash (most of the time) xD. I do have an idea for him, bit it won't happen any time soon. Because I like to torture myself a little too, I guess.

[briar-ffxiv]

— B A S I C S

Name: Briar (the) Redfeather Nicknames: 'Rose', 'Little Fox', 'Wildling' Age: Early 20s in ARR, probably nearing 30 by Dawntrail (depending on timeline) Nameday: 21st Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon (not that he knows exactly. He just knows the month) Race: Half-Elezen/Half-Hyur (Padjal bloodline through Hyur) Gender: Non-binary, masculine leaning (born male, prefers he/they) Orientation: Demiromantic Greysexyal Profession: Healer, Shepherd, Warrior of Light(depending on the 'verse)

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: strawberry blonde, almost rose gold with lighter gold highlights due to the sun. He has 3A curls, although when kept short the curls are less noticeable. Eyes: warm moss-green flecked with gold Skin: naturally quite pale, faint golden tan from the sun and tons of freckles everywhere. Tattoos/scars: no tattoos. Leaf birthmark on his right shoulderblade. Plenty of scars, including the slice from a spear on his left cheek, burn scars on his left shoulder and back, and rather heavily scarred palms and undersides of his fingers due to a nasty injury to his hands

— F A M I L Y

Parents: His mother was named Saule (Willow) and her family was from Dravania, but sought shelter in the Black Shroud when Saule was very small. His father was known as Ciro, officially U-Ciro-Tek before he was disgraced and exiled from being a Padjal. Siblings: Briar was an only child, as was his mother. Grandparents: Briar knows nothing about Ciro's parents, other than they died some years before he was born. Saule's father died before he was born. His grandmother died when he was under two so he has no memories of her. In-laws and Other: As far as Briar knows, his only living blood relative is E-Rani-Tek, Ciro's older brother and a Padjali pariah. Pets: Briar has a terrible habit of adopting many a creature, although if they are wild-born his goal is always to return them to the wild. Currently, he has a small herd of sheep, a flock of chickens, three Chocobo (one grown, two chicks), a dog named Jack, and a unicorn friend named Whinny. (And a lot of little forest friends that take care of themselves but visit often.)

— S K I L L S

Abilities: Despite normally not eating meat, Briar is a skilled archer, hunter, and tracker. He is an avid gardener. He has a knack for animal handling. He has a decent, if untrained, singing voice. He knows a lot about herbal medicine and non-magical healing. He rides quite well. Hobbies: Briar loves a good book, particularly romance. He loves beekeeping. He is quite skilled in many kinds of fibre arts, including weaving, spinning, and sewing. He likes to draw as well.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Briar is a very kind person. He always gives the benefit of the doubt. He does his best to settle things without violence if he can. He forgives often and tries to be empathetic to everyone he meets. Most Negative Trait: Briar can definitely be naive. He forgives when he shouldn't. He has a very hard time understanding why anyone would be cruel. Sometimes he simply doesn't get it and it puts him at a disadvantage with people more than willing to take advantage of that.

— L I K E S

Colours: Blues, greens, golds. Smells: Fresh-cut wood. The smell of rain on grass. Hay. The smell of clean, well-oiled leather. Honey. Textures: Silky fabric. Soft wool. Supple leather. Smooth wood. Drinks: Various teas, often floral varieties. Soft spot for juices. Loves the rare treat of hot chocolate.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: He doesn't. Drinks: He is not against a glass of something fairly light in safe company but left to his own devices, Briar doesn't really have the urge to drink. Drugs: He doesn't. Mount Insurance: He would have no idea what that is, but he does have a unicorn he rides in the Black Shroud, but normally prefers his own feet. (Once he's officially in the steppes, I might get him an actual house.) Been Arrested: Detained by Wood Wailers more than once, but not officially arrested.

(( Art is by @shadesofblades / @coffeehands! ))

Tagged by: @thefrostflower @tripl3cast @sundered-souls - thank you all! <3

Tagging: @shieke @valdiis @shadesofblades @midnightmagicks @bloodredhands @prettygayway @avaritia-ffxiv @calico-heart @thefrostflower @starrysnowdrop @ahollowgrave @naejlas-axe @cadrenebula @skyysinger & anyone else that wants to do it!

[struwberrii]

hi!! could i please request a haikyuu match-up? :)

1. i'd like a romantic match-up

2. she/her + i'd like to be paired up with a guy

3. i'm fine with everyone aside from terushima and maybe hoshiumi

4. when it comes to my partners i definitely value loyalty, attentiveness and reliability the most. i also like intelligence, someone i can learn new things with. and i think i'd prefer my partner to be introverted or ambiverted since i'm not super outgoing and loud myself :)

5. as i mentioned i'm rather introverted, i'm usually pretty calm and even though i'm not afraid to speak my mind when i feel the need to i'm still somewhat scared of confrontation so it'd be nice if my partner wasn't afraid to stand up for me. i always try my best to be kind and polite. i focus a lot on academics but i also love being creative!!

6. as for my hobbies i love learning languages, travelling, going on walks, listening to music, i also play guitar a little myself. other than that i really like baking and i can play volleyball quite well :) i also collect legos!!

7. my main love languages when it comes to giving are physical touch and quality time and as for receiving probably acts of service and physical touch, i love when my partners show their care through little gestures

8. i have two dream dates, one of them would be going to some sort of art exhibition/aquarium/museum, just something to combine learning new things and having fun with my partner, and the other is something cozy and private like building legos or cooking together

9. i don't have one single fashion style, but i usually dress very feminine and girly, sometimes a little vintage or whimsigoth. i'm 5'8 and i have long hair!!

10. my mbti is infj

thank you in advance and have a great day!!

match up: kita shinsuke ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

hope u like the matchup anon!! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

kita is very assertive and straight forward. he does what he needs to do and nothing more. he also seems a lot more introverted but i don’t see him having any problems speaking up for you or himself at all. he’s also DEFINITELY loyal, like no way would this man ever even THINK about speaking to another girl with you in his life. he’s also very observant and caring so you’d never have to worry about feeling unloved or insecure

in the show his teammates said they viewed him as an emotionless robot or something but i feel like he’d def be a lover boy for you. i can see his giving love language being acts of service 100% like this man would be doing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the house and working all at the same time just so you can do whatever you want with your free time

also a cooking/lego date with kita would be so cute, like i know he would be such a good cook and teach you so many little cooking tricks

he would leave little notes for you when he leaves and sometimes leave flowers in bed next to you when he has to go work and youd wake up to breakfast on the counter for you

i feel like he’d just make you feel so comfortable around him and help you out of your shell, he just gives me this weird comforting vibe ykwim

like i feel like he’d know the exact words to make you feel better after a breakdown and he’d know exactly what to say when you’re venting

[kxttqi]

HI OKAY SO FOR MATCHUP

Uhh i go by hershey(that was a joke) IM A GIRL OBVIII

id like to be paired up with a boy

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haikyuu

personality

personailty

hm

I am a carefree clumsy weirdo who gets jumpscared every other second

i am VERY sarcastic and savage and could probably make you cry if i wanted to

okay ONLY if youre rlly sensitive but you get the point

idk my mbti but i am ambiverted and shy

i also get emotional very easily and am a crybaby cuz

Frustrated + very emotional = tears

yh i get frustrated easily

hobbies are voice acting, gaming, writing, editing and something else that i forgot

oh im also very competitive

Recieving love language physical affection and words of affirmation giving love languages physical affection

Romantic matchup plzz

my ideal date would prolly an amusement park or going somewhere to eat cuz i love food

Things i find attractive? I can find a good hairstyle attractive ig

also voice

You can do whtv you want with this info

ANYWAY TYY I LUV YOU POOKIE

𝐤𝐱𝐭𝐭𝐪𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐭��𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . . 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 !

a/n: stella hi ur so real for the emotional part n the finding voices attractive 🙊 

✧ headcannons

ever since he laid his eyes on you he fell in love i think

he’d be INSANELY good at calming you down whenever you’re frustrated or on the verge of tears (after dealing with whatever the flip bokuto puts him through, it’s a piece of cake)

he finds your clumsiness adorable, and if you ever accidentally trip, he’s right there beside you, arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you from falling over

he knows exactly when you need some alone time and when you’re in need of comfort

listen…….

if you’re having a bad day….

he invites you over and he’s laid out his futon with extra pillows as a makeshift spa bed with all of your favourite skincare products on the side, scented candles casting a warm n cozy glow around the room

he treats u like freaking ROYALTY, insisting you lie down and let him do all the work, massaging products into your skin with a gentle touch

akaashi is an extremely good writer; i think he loves reading/creating poetry, don’t be surprised if he sends you one of his carefully written poems about his love for you

speaking of which, you never have to beg him for “i love you”s ; he makes sure he’s said those three words to you at least once in a day

he always calls you pet names too, such as ‘love’, ‘darling’, and ‘princess’

cuddles are a staple whenever you two are alone, especially when you two are watching a movie, or when you’re playing your favorite games and he’s acting as a chair pillow for you

bro is the literal definition of comfort ugh

he doesn’t mind at all if you come off as too clingy or touchy, he thinks it’s absolutely endearing

he thinks he genuinely plays better when you come to cheer him on at one of his games

he always asks you before if you’re coming or not; he knows you’re competitive and enjoy cheering at his games for fukurodani

expect dinner dates, especially at fancy restaurants; he also doesn’t mind cooking once in a while and having a candlelit dinner at his place

i feel like amusement park visits weren’t really his thing, but after babysitting the thing known as bokuto ( /pos we love him !! ) for a year, he’s come to enjoy it

so naturally, he’d love to take you on amusement park dates, trying out every ride and game, and buying assortments of snacks from the stalls

aaaaand he always ends the day of with a ride on the ferris wheel, the two of you holding hands while the sun sets in streaks of pink and orange on the horizon

sometimes when the two of you aren’t in the mood for going out, he comes over to your place n you guys just draw stuff 

he likes sending voice messages

instead of texts sometimes

(pls his voice is so calming)

↑ usually when he’s at practice, as it’s easier than texting

he knows you enjoy listening to them teehee giggle

✧ extras : moodboard (bc pinterest does not wish to torture me for once???)

— all moodboard images are from pinterest and do not belong to me. full credits go to their owners

matchup rules !

© kxttqi — do not repost, copy, translate or steal my works without permission.

[pseudophanti]

I know people like what they like and they gotta do what they gotta do but if I have to see another post about getting dan or phil pregnant im gonna freak it

lmao yeah 😭 i don't even mind it usually because like, whatever do your thing, but i really can't stand when the only topic of conversation in the phandom is something i don't give a fuck about. i know that's a Me Problem, if i just had other hobbies i could take a break until it passes, but since right now i really do only have this one interest it really sucks when the only thing anyone is talking about is unbearably uninteresting to me. i used to think the "phil's obsessed with getting pregnant" joke was kinda funny like, seven years ago, but IN TWENTY TWENTY FIVE? the comedic value is so beyond lost for me at this point i caaaan't. ik for some people it's less about the joke and more just a kink which again do your thing rock on but that's even less interesting to me so now what

people get mad at me whenever dnp do something i don't particularly care for, which is fair because i do absolutely act like a cunt about it, but when they accuse me of demanding that dnp only do exactly what i want them to i'm like Well No- don't get me wrong that would rule lmfao but they do shit i don't like/don't gaf about all the time and it's perfectly fine, it's just specifically when it's something i don't care for that other people LOVE that it pisses me the fuuuuuck off bc AWESOME now that's the only goddamn thing i'm gonna see on here and every other platform for the next two weeks

i also just get really bored of most things very quickly which makes me such a party pooper sometimes, and also a hypocrite bc while that is true there are certain bits i will find funny forever and run into the ground well after everyone else has moved past it so really i am also the problem

but yeah....... real tired of the mpreg i'm sorry to those who are having a blast. u are valid, not funny, but valid. please free me though dear god

[fersauce47mediatalk]

About That Handsome Devil's "The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell"

Hi Tumblr! I suppose that this is my first real post here. Hi, my name is Ferris/Lance, Whichever you like more. I came here from Bluesky to meet new people and rant without the shackles of a 300 character limit. 

Since I can yap more freely, I wanted to talk more in depth about the album I listened to earlier, That Handsome Devil’s "The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell". I like to talk about media, especially music! I have a lot to say about just about everything, yet nearly nothing at all. Hopefully you get that.

Anyway, this was That Handsome Devil’s third studio album, of which he has 6. I haven’t listened to the other albums, but if they’re as good as The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell- that’s long, let’s just call the album Heaven & Hell for short. Like I was saying, if his other albums are as good as Heaven and Hell, I would be more than happy to listen to them. 

Just about every song on this album has this feeling where I feel like it’s wrong to not put it on my playlist. My playlist is already long enough, I’ve only had it for 6 months and it’s almost 1000 songs long… hell, I’ve added about 3-4 hours to it this week. 

Speaking of my playlist, the only songs from Heaven & Hell that I didn’t add to it were One More Try, Bored, My Pen Is A Shiv, and Party’s dead. It’s a kick ass album, I highly recommend you listen to it. It has 13 songs and is 47 minutes long. 47 is my favorite number, not for any reason though. I just like it. Where was I? Right, I was talking about how good the album is. None of the songs overstay their welcome. They’re all perfect length. The longest song is One More Try at 4 minutes and 36 seconds. The shortest is Twist The Knife at 2 minutes and 57 seconds. If you ask me, that’s the perfect range.

I will admit that That Handsome Devil’s voice and style isn’t for everyone. He sounds like Elvis mixed with Lemon Demon mixed with Jack Stauber, then with a little bit of a deeper voice than you’d expect from those 3. I wouldn’t exactly call it jazzy, but Heaven & Hell does have a certain spunk to it. The vocals are bouncy and the beats are… interesting.

In case you’re stubborn and refuse to listen to a whole album, I’ll give you the top 5 that you HAVE to listen to. Take a stranger’s word for it, this is a need. 

1- Charlie’s Inferno. Hell yeah. If you haven’t heard it yet, that’s surprising. It’s That Handsome Devil’s most popular song, and for good reason. I’d say that it’s the main attraction of this album. I’d tell you what it’s about, but you should hear it for yourself.

2- Inside you. This song is funny. “She don’t have no hobbies, no sports and stuff. She don’t have no hobbies, she just likes to fuck.” I like the flow of it, most of the songs on Heaven & Hell have a slow flow like this but it works quite well here.

3- The U & I In Suicide. I was doing That Handsome Devil’s quests on Soundmap, and I got this song from a loot box. The second I saw that name I knew that it was gonna be a banger. And it is. The style did kind of surprise me at first, but once you get past the unusual sound of it, you’ll see the song for what it is: A total vibe.

4- Twist The Knife. It’s the shortest song on the album, and that sucks. I REALLY wish that it was longer. It’s one of those songs that leaves you wanting more. The flow of it has got to be my favorite on the album, only challenged by MAYBE Charlie’s Inferno. Same goes for the instrumental. The piano is utilized really well here.  

5- Karmakaze. I don’t have much to say about this one as far as specific aspects go. While you’re listening to the album sometimes you just want a break from the brain activity and want a song that sounds good without saying too much at first glance. This is that song. It’s chill.

In conclusion, Heaven & Hell has some kick ass instrumentals and flows. I feel like those two parts of the songs are what makes the album good. They’re the shit. Give the album a chance. 

Later skaters! I’m having fun on Tumblr =D

[mikareo]

OMG MATCHUPS ARE OPEN (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (i'm frantically typing HELP)

Desired fandom, gender and age would be bllk, male and teen (sfw)

I'd say I'm quiet / shy (around friends I can get talkative tho), honest (to the point I sound mean at times), observant and apparently I'm sassy at times too. My star sign's scorpio (idk the other ones), my mbti is intp. My favourite hobbies are reading, writing, listening to music, playing badminton and (sometimes) studying. I love eating and going on walks (especially by the ocean or when it starts getting dark). Ideal date would probably be a bookstore one (I've never dated before so I have no clue on what I exactly like or don't like)

I hope this wasn't too much jsjshs (If I can find something nice I'll send them in for the appearance match up)

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...kitorin!

i think this is actually the fastest i've ever done a matchup just bc i was like giggling at how cute u guys would be together :3 i hope you like this character souta!!!! i think he's a sweetheart n you two would work rlly well as a pair,, also!! i just saw me on ur carrd ily!!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍂✩CHIGIRI HYOMA₊˚🍁⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

i'm ngl it took me a good like five minutes of thinking to figure out who i wanted to match you with n i argued w myself on three options until i landed on chigiri. the other matches were very similar to you and i realized i wanted someone more extroverted rather than an introvert...so here's why i picked chigiri!

off the bat, i think you two would connect on that level of honesty you have. chigiri is a very blunt person and always says what he's saying when he's thinking it. knowing that you also tend to be on the honest and blunt side of things, i think that you two could communicate together without that judgement there may be w/ other people, n have a really great foundation of trust that is essentially unbreakable. he'd definitely really value you since you keep him on his toes, n make sure that he's sticking to his goals n constantly improving (after all, you're there to tell him if he's not)!

i consider chigiri more of an extroverted introvert. i didn't want to match you with a total extrovert since i didn't want you to drown in their outgoingness or obnoxiousness; so i think chigiri is a good fit in this case. he enjoys his quiet time, which the two of you could fondly share, but also gets out of his comfort zone when he feels himself settling down. he'd constantly check in w/ you to make sure that you're okay with wherever you are/whoever you're with, n puts you're comfort first. if there's ever a situation that you feel like you want to get out of to escape for a little bit of peace and quiet, he's right by your side and holding your hand until you're away from the crowd.

his character analysis also matches extremely well with your hobbies and interests! as stated, chigiri really enjoys "drinking tea and eating sweets". he'd surely love to take you out to the new restaurants in town or even the local コンビニ to pick out your favorite snacks for a chill movie night in! on his off days, he prefers to read— so he'd happily visit the bookstore w/ you and sit in there for hours so long as he has his favorite drink by his side, laughing at whatever sassy remark you throw at him. he'd think of these quiet moments on the field when he needs to focus or concentrate on a shot; you being the thing that relaxes him and calms his heartbeat.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

how loud does he have to slurp that damn straw?

you've only been at the bookstore for maybe ten minutes (?), and chigiri finished his drink in the first two. it was some sort of tea— maybe an iced jasmine with honey— and it was good when he let you have a sip! but it was only a sip; and then suddenly it's just ice and a plastic straw. your boyfriend enjoys his sweets, his treats, and especially his teas. you, however, enjoy some peace and quiet when you're trying to find the perfect book.

"you sound like a vacuum." the eye roll you send in his direction is deadly. he's practically shot on sight "i mean that in a bad way."

"i should've gotten the extra large, right?" he shakes the cup, frowning as he realizes there is absolutely zero drink left. he's so cute, it's annoying.

without glancing in his direction, you toss him a book or two that you're debating on adding to your shelf— which he, of course, catches with ease and balances on top of one another. his agility is outstanding on and off of the field, but sometimes you wish he'd miss...just for the laughs. "you would've finished the XL...what...ten seconds later?" he really is like a human vacuum.

though your tone is laced with irritation, you hand him your glass. "don't make me regret it." to which he happily sips on with a smile on his face.

so cute.

if there was an award for the prettiest, red haired, japanese, youth, male, potential striker, football player in the world; chigiri would definitely win. yes, that's a very specific title— but also it's the only way you know he'd win.

“i love you,” you murmur under your breath. you do love him, you really do…

…but you take back your words when that damn slurping sound returns.

[butchkaramazov]

yess another tag game!! i love these sm thanks for tagging me @ashstfu !! love u <3<3

1. were you named after anyone?

not as far as i know

2. last time you cried?

it was fairly recently but i don't remember exactly. a week or two ago i think? because i remembered how happy & complete i felt that morning my ex best friend [who i may have been a little bit in love with] spun me around in the school garden & she was laughing & at that moment she was an angel on earth but then a few months later she spread rumours abt me like it was nothing & made sure i had no social life at school anymore... and i was just thinking what if forever is just two months. what happens when forever isn't just a word that feels so far away, like this love is going to last forever. &c &c

3. do you have children?

i am the child

4. do you play sports?

brown belt in karate !! also badminton sometimes

5. do you use sarcasm?

it comes naturally to me <3 my sarcasm peaks when i harbour no feelings towards the other person & do it just for fun <3

6. whats the first thing you notice about people

smile & mouth. hands & where they keep them.

7. whats your eye color?

dark brown eyes that don't sparkle in the sunlight !!

8. scary movies or happy endings?

why not both

9. talents?

idk. playing my guitar? loving & not knowing how to be loved back?

10. where were you born?

a hospital?? does this count as a question

11. what are your hobbies?

um reading, yearning, napping, longing, singing, listening to music, playing my guitar, horseriding & writing poetry that no one will read

12. do you have any pets?

nooo :( but i rly rly want a pet snake :((

13. how tall are you?

4’11. if you make fun of me i will cry

14. favorite school subjects?

english literature !! also bengali my love <3

15. dream job

anything to do with english literature!! also “local sweetheart loserbutch suspected to be gf of world’s most feared criminal” <3

[writesvani]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS | TAG GAME

thank you kiki (@jungkoode) for tagging me you menace to society!!! this seems so fun i had no choice but to participate. let’s dive in before i start rethinking my life choices.

What’s the origin of your blog title?

As for this question—“writes” is self-explanatory because, well, I write (shocking, I know). “Vani” is a pen name, not a nickname—she's the mysterious alter ego who comes out when the Google Docs are open and the trauma needs fictionalizing. It’s loosely connected to my real name, but no one in real life calls me that (and if they did, I’d simply vanish into the void).

Favorite fandoms:

Favorite fandoms? Buckle up. BTS (ARMY forever), Haikyuu (yes, I would die for Oikawa), Naruto (childhood trauma but make it ninja), FORMULA 1—if you watch F1, please DM me so we can scream about tire strategies and dramatic team radios. Also MotoGP (because two wheels = double the chaos), The Hunger Games (Team Katniss always), Divergent (we don’t talk about Allegiant), FC Barcelona (Visca Barça, obviously), Marvel (I MISS U TONY) and like… a thousand others. I’m everywhere. I have no peace.

OTP(s)/shipname:

Favorite ships? Okay, so I claim I don’t really ship people... until I do. It’s a vibe thing, alright? I rarely focus on romantic dynamics (brain said emotional damage only), but when I do ship, it’s elite. Chuck & Blair? Toxic royalty. Mark & Lexie? I’m still grieving. Satoru & Suguru? Pain. Just pain. And Zendaya & Tom Holland—listen, I never ship real people… except them. Because they are goals and my exceptions list has exactly one entry.

Favorite color:

Sage green (respect her), burgundy red (like elegant blood), and literally any shade of pink. Baby pink? Love. Hot pink? Iconic. Millennial pink? Still thriving. If a color screams “soft but also might ruin your life,” I’m into it.

Favorite game:

I was never much of a gamer—like, gaming culture never really grabbed me by the soul. I know the basics: COD, LoL, Overwatch... and like three more if I’m caffeinated enough. BUT my one true gaming love? Sims 4. And yes, I use the Wicked Whims mod. This is not a family-friendly household. Everyone’s hot. Everyone’s dramatic. Everyone’s fucking. It’s chaos and I thrive in it.

Song stuck in your head:

Currently playing in the chaotic concert that is my brain: “Uh Uh” by Clavish on repeat like I owe it money, “Maria” by Justin Bieber for literally no reason (???) and “Cyclone” by T-Pain because apparently 2007 never left my soul. I don’t know what’s going on with my music taste lately—it's giving Spotify possessed by multiple personalities.

Weirdest habit/trait?

IDK if this is weird but… maladaptive daydreaming? Yeah, I’m in deep. Like, wake up, make coffee, light a cig, put on earphones, cue the most unhinged playlist ever—and suddenly I’m pacing through my apartment like I’m in a music video directed by delusion. Full-blown cinematic universe in my head. Sometimes I pause and think, “am I okay?” (Answer: no, but I’m committed). Also? I hate eating in front of people unless we’re close enough to trauma bond. Otherwise, I will simply starve in silence, thanks.

Hobbies:

My hobbies? Writing, reading, going out (yes, that is a hobby—don’t fight me), and shopping… which I’ve mentioned, like, 47 times already because it’s basically a personality trait at this point. I love socializing so if there’s a group activity? I’m in. Board games? I’ll crush you. Sports? I’ll pretend I know the rules. Going to church? Sure, let’s vibe with God. I’m that friend—the “down for anything, shows up to everything, will not say no” type. Just invite me and watch me thrive.

If you work, what’s your profession?

Currently living my double life as a full-time law student by day and a barista by... also day, because capitalism. Serving legal knowledge AND oat milk lattes with equal finesse. Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets and a menace in the courtroom. Catch me quoting constitutional law while foaming milk like a pro. It’s called range, look it up.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Well, I’d be a journalist, but my country is so freaking corrupted that you can't get a job in that field unless you're willing to play unethical games or have some shady connections. So, here I am, dreaming of headlines while sipping overpriced coffee and side-eyeing the system. It's a vibe. Truly, a vibe.

Something you’re good at:

I’m good at anything I do... just kidding. But I’ve got a pretty wide range of things I can do and I’m a quick learner. Like, I can pick up languages faster than most people change their socks, I can write emotionally devastating angst like it's my side hustle, and my latte art is chef's kiss. Cocktails? Perfectly mixed, always. Also, I’m lowkey a badminton master—shhh, it’s my secret talent. I can probably also do a cartwheel, solve a Rubik's cube, and give unsolicited advice like a pro (just say the word). I’m versatile, what can I say? I'm also reaaaaally good at working under stress.

Something you’re bad at:

I’m really bad at volleyball and basketball, even though they’re some of my favorite sports. Truly tragic. I’m also a terrible singer, and it’s extra painful because my mom is a literal singer and can belt out notes like an angel. I’m bad at making good decisions, but honestly, who isn’t? It’s a mood. Oh, and let’s not talk about my drawing skills—I can’t draw for shit. I can barely make a stick figure look good. It’s like the universe said, “here’s all the talent, except the ones you want.”

Something you love:

I love my family and best friends—they’re my ride or die. Like, genuinely close to them. Also, The Weeknd? Absolutely obsessed. Fun fact: my entire end-of-high-school essay was about him and his life and work (yes, I’m that extra). I also have a special place in my heart for emotionally constipated characters because, let’s be real, we all secretly love that angst. And yes, I’ve mentioned it before, but I really love latte art. Coffee is life—especially the first cup in the morning, that’s when I’m most alive. Oh, and summer and spring? Don’t even get me started—sunshine and flowers (tulips the most) are my whole vibe.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

My fics. No seriously—I’m not joking. I could go on and on and ON. My best friend is probably one eye twitch away from losing it but he tolerates the chaos because, well, he loves me (and he knows I’m iconic). I also spiral over politics, CAPITALISM (yes, all caps), and traveling—drop me in a random country and I will thrive. Favorite memories? I romanticize the past like it’s my full-time job. Also, Yoongi’s lyrics? Don’t even get me started unless you have 7 business days to spare. Honestly, I’m super talkative and can have a full conversation about anything. It’s genuinely hard not to find a common topic with me. Try me.

Something you hate:

Slow walkers—why are you moving like the floor is lava? Judgmental people—congrats on being miserable, I guess? People who interrupt me mid-sentence? No. Just no. Bugs? Absolutely not. Bridges? Every time I walk or drive over one, my brain whispers “this is it, this is how we go.” Also, corruption—because apparently some people wake up and choose evil and bad vibes.

Something you collect:

I collect books and purses like a classy little rat. I think I already mentioned my shopping addiction—retail therapy is my religion—and purses? I’m WEAK. I see a cute bag and suddenly I have zero self-control. Oh, and let’s not forget my most tragic collection: emotionally unavailable men. Cue "My Collection" by Future playing in the background while I stare out the window dramatically.

Something you forget:

DON’T HATE ME but I forget dates like it’s my side hustle. Birthdays? Anniversaries? National “Don’t Forget” Day? All gone. It’s not personal—I just live in a mental fog 24/7. I also always forget to pack something for a trip, even though I make detailed lists like I’m preparing for war. And calling back? Yeah… about that. I’ll always text back like a responsible adult™ but calls? They enter the void. I love you, I just forget you exist temporarily.

What’s your love language?

Words of appreciation. I’m not gonna lie—it’s deeply tied to a lot of childhood trauma and, yeah, borderline insecurities. When people express their appreciation for me, it hits different, like a little piece of healing. It’s not always easy to ask for it, but it means the world when it’s genuine.

Favorite movie/show:

My all-time favorite movies? Requiem for a Dream and Black Swan—because who doesn’t love a good psychological unraveling? Honestly, I’m all about psychological thrillers, the more mind-bending, the better. As for shows, Gossip Girl and Sex and the City are timeless, and let’s not forget The Originals—that’s my comfort show. But don’t even get me started on Scandal, because Olivia Pope is a queen, and I will die on that hill.

Favorite food:

Mashed potatoes. What more can I say? I could eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I'd be content. Literally, just give me a bowl of mashed potatoes and I’m living my best life. I don't need anything else—it's a whole meal, a vibe, and my soul food all in one.

Favorite animal:

Koalas and wolves. Koalas are ridiculously cute, and wolves? They're just straight-up cool. It’s the perfect combo of adorable and badass, and I’m all for it.

Are you musical?

I know how to play the piano, but I don't really do it much. It's not that I'm not musical at all, I just prefer vibing out to music rather than making it myself. Sometimes, it’s just better to let the tunes wash over you.

What were you like as a child?

As a child, I was a know-it-all. I preferred hanging with the adults because I thought I was “too good” for the kids. But things weren’t as perfect as they seemed—I was messed up from my parents’ divorce, chubby, and insecure. I was the best kid in class, though. High school came along, and I suddenly got “pretty and hot,” which led me to become friends with the popular, problematic squad. That’s when I became really dependent on male validation. I grew out of the know-it-all phase, but I was drinking and smoking like it was an Olympic sport. Thankfully, I’m good now, but it was a wild ride.

Favorite subject at school?

Rhetoric, linguistics, and literature. I’ve always loved playing with words and understanding how language works. Those subjects were my jam—they felt like puzzles waiting to be solved.

Least favorite subject?

Math, physics, chemistry... anything connected to those subjects? Please, no. Give me a page full of words to play with, not numbers and elements. I’d rather dive into a good book than try to figure out what X equals or how molecules bond.

What’s your best character trait?

I guess I’m pretty empathetic, and I see that as a solid trait. I tend to approach things from a very objective standpoint too, which helps me keep a clear head when emotions run high.

What’s your worst character trait?

Thanks to my objectivity, I can be pretty harsh, which sometimes ends up hurting others. It's a bit of a double-edged sword. I’m also extremely stubborn and usually don’t take advice—I just do whatever I want, even if it’s bad for me.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?

Honestly, I wish I had a home-cooked meal waiting for me every time I stumble back from work/uni. It’s the little things, you know? Like, someone just magically knew I was going to be dead tired and prepared food for me. I miss that so much since moving out. Now I have to deal with microwaving things and pretending it’s a “gourmet experience.” I miss my family—someone just made the meal because they cared. Meanwhile, I’m over here with frozen pizza and existential dread.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet?

First, I want to meet my mom when she was a kid, just so I can hug her and say, “It'll be okay.” Then, I want to meet my grandpa from my dad’s side, who died before I was born, because apparently, my dad was super close to him, and I just need to see if he was as cool as my dad says he was (and possibly steal some life wisdom). Next up: I want to go to music festivals with my uncle when he was a teen. I feel like that would be one chaotic, unforgettable experience. Then, obviously, Tupac and Kurt Cobain—imagine the conversation! And last but not least, Alexander the Great—because let’s be real, meeting a conqueror would be a flex. Like, “Yeah, I met a historical legend, no biggie.” I’m just out here trying to gather an all-star team of dead legends for a party in the afterlife.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love):

READ MATILDA BY @babystrcandy . That fic singlehandedly resurrected my fanfic-writing corpse. I read it, cried like I just got dumped via text, lit a dramatic cigarette like I was in a French indie film, stared at the wall for five minutes, and then sat in front of my laptop at 2AM like some caffeinated, emotionally unstable cryptid and started writing again. So if I ever publish a novel, blame @babystrcandy . Actually—thank them. But also blame them.

♡

I'm tagging @saatorus and @kooverses to do this too because chaos loves company, but honestly—everyone's invited. If you’ve read this far, consider yourself tagged. I’m lurking in the replies like a nosy aunt at a family gathering, so don’t disappoint me. I will be reading your answers like it's my full-time job.

[maplexleaf]

19th March, 2025 —

it was March 2020, exactly five years ago, at this time of the year— i started teaching. What started as a hobby, became a need in a short period of time. It was a need, that I had to fulfill for myself. I thought 'oh, no worries, I'll teach for a year or two and then go on with the life I've planned'— but that just remained a mere thought, i wasn't able to break off from this responsibility I took, I wanted to but I just couldn't.

As the years passed, i started feeling suffocated while teaching, i wanted to run away, break free from the shackles. One would think "how's teaching a suffocating thing?" Well, it was—for me. This was not the life I had planned! I had different goals, I had quite different dreams to chase and a life I once imagined differently. But somewhere along the way, that picture faded, and i found myself sitting before my students, sulking and feeling lost.

Last year, I had planned to move out, I had to get into one of the prestigious universities in the country, move to a different city, but again i couldn't, reasons? too many! compulsions, helplessness, I felt the worst. And at that moment, when I sat down to teach, I felt like crying all over again, sobbing within, which suffocated me, a bit too much than it should have. Maybe I just felt too much, maybe I was overreacting, that's what I thought, and—still do, sometimes.

And now, when my life turned out to be nothing like the one I had planned, i didn't achieve the goals I planned to achieve, I'm not the person I thought i would be, it feels—numb. Maybe, I have finally learnt to compromise or maybe I don't believe in 'planning' life anymore, or maybe—maybe I've finally accepted the way life is. I'm satisfied, maybe, i don't exactly know why I don't feel suffocated anymore, it's a surprise that teaching felt like sitting in an unbreakable cage from the last four years, but I don't feel like it anymore.

But one thing I've learnt from all these ups and downs, is that life definitely doesn't go as planned. It comes to you like a surprise, like a plot twist in a book or a sudden u turn while driving. It's an unpaved road that you have to pave along the way, you don't get to pave all of it beforehand, no, it doesn't happen like that.

Now that I've realised it, I'm scared, as I have more plans for the future, my future, my lifestyle and my goals, as always I have made plans for all of it. But part of me is scared, because i know it doesn't happen as planned, and for that I'm scared, unaware of what life has in store for me.

[fersauce47]

About That Handsome Devil's "The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell"

Hi Tumblr! I suppose that this is my first real post here. Hi, my name is Ferris/Lance, Whichever you like more. I came here from Bluesky to meet new people and rant without the shackles of a 300 character limit. 

Since I can yap more freely, I wanted to talk more in depth about the album I listened to earlier, That Handsome Devil’s "The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell". I like to talk about media, especially music! I have a lot to say about just about everything, yet nearly nothing at all. Hopefully you get that.

Anyway, this was That Handsome Devil’s third studio album, of which he has 6. I haven’t listened to the other albums, but if they’re as good as The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell- that’s long, let’s just call the album Heaven & Hell for short. Like I was saying, if his other albums are as good as Heaven and Hell, I would be more than happy to listen to them. 

Just about every song on this album has this feeling where I feel like it’s wrong to not put it on my playlist. My playlist is already long enough, I’ve only had it for 6 months and it’s almost 1000 songs long… hell, I’ve added about 3-4 hours to it this week. 

Speaking of my playlist, the only songs from Heaven & Hell that I didn’t add to it were One More Try, Bored, My Pen Is A Shiv, and Party’s dead. It’s a kick ass album, I highly recommend you listen to it. It has 13 songs and is 47 minutes long. 47 is my favorite number, not for any reason though. I just like it. Where was I? Right, I was talking about how good the album is. None of the songs overstay their welcome. They’re all perfect length. The longest song is One More Try at 4 minutes and 36 seconds. The shortest is Twist The Knife at 2 minutes and 57 seconds. If you ask me, that’s the perfect range.

I will admit that That Handsome Devil’s voice and style isn’t for everyone. He sounds like Elvis mixed with Lemon Demon mixed with Jack Stauber, then with a little bit of a deeper voice than you’d expect from those 3. I wouldn’t exactly call it jazzy, but Heaven & Hell does have a certain spunk to it. The vocals are bouncy and the beats are… interesting.

In case you’re stubborn and refuse to listen to a whole album, I’ll give you the top 5 that you HAVE to listen to. Take a stranger’s word for it, this is a need. 

1- Charlie’s Inferno. Hell yeah. If you haven’t heard it yet, that’s surprising. It’s That Handsome Devil’s most popular song, and for good reason. I’d say that it’s the main attraction of this album. I’d tell you what it’s about, but you should hear it for yourself.

2- Inside you. This song is funny. “She don’t have no hobbies, no sports and stuff. She don’t have no hobbies, she just likes to fuck.” I like the flow of it, most of the songs on Heaven & Hell have a slow flow like this but it works quite well here.

3- The U & I In Suicide. I was doing That Handsome Devil’s quests on Soundmap, and I got this song from a loot box. The second I saw that name I knew that it was gonna be a banger. And it is. The style did kind of surprise me at first, but once you get past the unusual sound of it, you’ll see the song for what it is: A total vibe.

4- Twist The Knife. It’s the shortest song on the album, and that sucks. I REALLY wish that it was longer. It’s one of those songs that leaves you wanting more. The flow of it has got to be my favorite on the album, only challenged by MAYBE Charlie’s Inferno. Same goes for the instrumental. The piano is utilized really well here.  

5- Karmakaze. I don’t have much to say about this one as far as specific aspects go. While you’re listening to the album sometimes you just want a break from the brain activity and want a song that sounds good without saying too much at first glance. This is that song. It’s chill.

In conclusion, Heaven & Hell has some kick ass instrumentals and flows. I feel like those two parts of the songs are what makes the album good. They’re the shit. Give the album a chance. 

Later skaters! I’m having fun on Tumblr =D