#sorry i should go to bed but aaaaaaaaaaa i want to talk about this!!!

[bluefuecoco]

anyway, if the dlc doesnt include more information on the time traveled pokemon and what their existence means in terms of pokemon evolution as a whole, i’m gonna be upset

[nysus-temple]

Regarding the greek mythology couples poll you did, may we know why they are your faves?? 👀

OOF all of them have a lot to talk about for me but it's painfully obvious how biased i am towards Odysseus & Penelope. Gotta try to talk about all of them and not stay stucked with those two tho xD

Odysseus & Penelope > LORD. WHERE DO I BEGIN. The Odyssey is my favourite literature work from all time and Odysseus is my favourite hero, so that's something already. The fact that he always found all parts of Penelope to be... Good. Like. You know. He liked the fact that she could mess up with him. I'm never getting over the end of the Odyssey in which she makes him prove it's truly him with the whole bed and tree shenanigan. HOW SHE CRIES AFTER FINDING OUT THAT IT'S TRULY HIM. HOW HE CRIES TOO. The fact that Odysseus had EVERYTHING any mortal could only dream with, he even was told to be turned inmortal by Calypso, he could have abandoned so, so many times... And, yet, he still wanted to go back to her. He STILL justified Calypso why he wanted to. To Circe. TO EVERYONE ELSE. He was willing to keep traveling and suffering just to get back. How even if he was part of the oath he didn't want to go to war because he had Penelope AND a son with her. He DID NOT want to leave all that to her. How he choosed Penelope even when he was supposed to be one of Helen's suitors. Just imagine you're Penelope, and as much as you love you cousin Helen, you're a little... Sad, that you're irrelevant. Not for the suitors, but even for your dad. The fact that Odysseus came up and... Choosed you. You. He literally could have gone for any other woman who could give any kind of fame to Ithaka, just like Helen could. But he still choosed you. For fuck's sake, nowadays romance novels CAN'T write this trope good, but in the myths it was written down perfectly. He loved her for being Penelope. He loved her for being her. He decided to keep hurting himself for her. I just adore how Odysseus... Perhaps found someone he could connect with? Because he liked schemes and she coud trick him, the smartass who screwed up a lot of stuff with schemes, and she tricked him. He maybe felt... Free??? Odysseus was never honest. Never. I'm 100% sure he could be with Penelope. Only her and him knew about the bed and the tree ( well and technically Euriclea, but like, it's not the same with the grandma lmao ). I'M SO SORRY I EXTENDED SO MUCH WITH THEM I SAID I WAS GONNA SUMMARIZE I JUST AAAAAAAAAAA they're madly in love. Move on. I'LL BE MORE QUICK WITH THE REST

Demeter & Poseidon > TRAGEDIES !!! THEY'RE TRAGIC TO ME. We know very little about it, i know, that's what i mean. We will never be able to know what happened between them besides the damn desire excuse. We'll never know if that daughter they had was actually Persephone or not. WE'LL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE SOURCES BECAUSE TIME GETS RID OF THEM... But they'll always be dear to me. Just imagining Poseidon giving little fishy creatures to her, since she's more used to plants than animals, and how she opens up to him like that. Because they're both the middle ones. The ones who don't know where to belong exactly. And how much could have been done with their daughter... If time hadn't taken them from us.

Hector & Andromache > Bro....... The Iliad chapter in which he takes his helmet off in order to not scare their son, that's literally the only chapter in which you forget this work is about war. How he held him. How Andromache begged him to live. How much he was willing to sacrifice for them to live. HOW HE FREAKING DARED TO DIE WHILE SHE WAS WATCHING IN SO MUCH PAIN. HOW MUCH PAIN ANDROMACHE FELT WHEN HIS CORPSE WAS DRAGGED AROUND THE PLACE. HOW NOT EVEN THEIR CHILD GOT THE TIME TO BE FREE. Pain. I love pain.

Aether & Hemera > Primordial favourites !! Hemera feels always left out from her family since her parents are, you know, Night and Darkness repectfully, and her, as her name states, is the Day. She can never spend time next to them since they're opposites besides being family. BUT AETHER CAN. Aether can be with her even when their parents are around since he's more than just light. So they kind of just... Stay together. Without doing anything. Just feeling that the other is there is more than enough.

Menelaus & Helen > EURIPIDES SAID IT'S HELEN WHO CHOOSED MENELAUS INSTEAD OF HER DAD MAKING THE DECISION AND I'LL DIE ON THAT HILL. Them in the Odyssey hit SPECIALLY hard. They seem to be... Happy. Like they always should have been. Because Helen deserves someone who appreciated every part of her, not just because she was the famous most-beautiful-woman-in-Greece. How they were just staring at eachother when Telemachus arrived at Sparta... They are so important in the Odyssey too.

Hyperion & Theia > i might love them for their children more than themselves lmao aNYWAY- i just, like the parents of my favourite celestial trio, okay !! AND THEY'RE TRAGIC TOO. Hyperion sided with Chronus during the war of titans-gods, you know, meanwhile Theia didn't, she stayed outside of it. And by following archeological foundings, perhaps we can guess that she had done that to stop Helios, Selene and Eos from going to Tartarus. But Hyperion insisted in fight, so, you know... TRAGIC. How do the three siblings feel after all of these??? How her mother feels after Hyperion is trapped in Tartarus and they will never see him again AGHHH

Zeus & Hera > They aren't actually at the level of the others tbh, i just felt people weren't giving them enough appreciation. I like them just as much as the rest of the couples i didn't include in the poll, let's just say. They're messy and you all need to learn to live with that !

i talked way more than i should have with Odysseus & Penelope so i went on fast mode with the rest ;v;

[bluebeetle]

Stephanie batman for that character thing

ok so im gonna be honest my steph brown knowledge is waaay more limited than some bc most of her appearances r in tim's stuff and i am a certified tim hater (i say while nudging the red robin ive been reading under the bed) 1) kinda similar to what i had for jason but dear GOD stop acting like just bc someone comes from a poor background that theyre stupid--steph in her batgirl solo was going into college and thinking about being a nurse, thats a lot of work!!!!!--and that theyre doomed to be bad people. shes not dumb or a bad person, and she didnt deserve have her torture (and death that got retconned) at the hand of black mask. 2) let her be her own character outside of ur ships AAAAAAAAAAa this mostly goes for tim/steph ppl and cass/steph tho the latter also has a big(ger) issue with forgetting cass is her own character in favour of steph so its just a mess someimes. 3) if you write pro-life steph just bc she decided to keep her teen pregnancy and give the baby up for adoption ill punt you to the moon. u can be prochoice and still decide not to get an abortion, its all personal, also chuck dixon im coming for ur conversative-ass 4) steph has like... ok shes a bit silly and laid back but she is a very determined person who cares deeply about justice and stuff thats why she decided to even become a vigilante and she wanted to stop her dad and all.... like she's not just some silly valley girl manic pixie dream girl she has actual wants and stuff!! idk sometimes it feels like ppl writer her as some cookie cutter relatable teen girl. also shes like... a fighter? not just emotional support. ALSO SHE WASNT A BAD ROBIN!!!!!!!!! 5) her and damian are basically siblings <3 no take backs thats her annoying little brother who has a knife. theyre so cute. also i guess related but steph has like friends OTHER than tim??? like kara and damian and cass. i also think she should be allowed to talk to jason sometimes. thanks

um probably coulda done more deep ones but hgfhdg im sorry steph ill read more of u one day. when i will myself to read the chuck dixon robin run

[syrupa]

Hello! can I request a matchup? My name is Yumeji, i’m gay and go by he/him pronouns. My personality type is INFJ. I have short brown curley hair and i’m 5’4. I’m chaotic af, I swear 24/7. I stub my toe? I swear. I do something dumb? I swear. I do literally nothing? I swear. At first i’m pretty quiet though, I need to actually be friends with this person to show my chaotic side. I love PDA, i’d probably be following them anywhere while saying the most random shit. I might just yell CHEESE or something like that for no apparent reason. I act all happy and cheerful, but it’s all usually a facade. I like to act all cheery so people don’t worry about me, but i’m reality I have serious depression and anxiety. My thoughts spiral out of control a lot and I really need a hug to snap me out of it. My hobbies are art, singing and animating. I like cats, star gazing, daydreaming, listening to music and talking with close friends. I dislike good ol father dearest, when people interrupt me while I daydream my life away and vegetables, I don’t like vegetables. Anyway, thank you, I hope I did this right.

these can be seen as platonic or romantic

I match you with...

Momo Yaoyorozu

The two of you met at the park. You and a couple friends decided to meet up there since you all had know idea where to go or what to do. All you guys knew was that you were bored and should do something. Waiting at a bench, thoughts began to spiral around and you couldn't stop them. Luckily for you, a nearby hero-in-training spotted you and your situation. She wanted to help you any way she could. But she didn't know exactly what to do. Momo hasn't really helped anyone stuck in your situation. That didn't mean she was going to stand by and do nothing.

"Excuse me sir but are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you sick?" She asked, rubbing your shoulder. The sudden gesture surprised you and you thought it was one of your friends. Turning your head, you soon realized that wasn't the case. You saw a girl with her dark hair in a tight pony tail and she seemed worried or at the very least least concerned.

Putting on your facade, you smiled and responded to the young girl. "I'm alright ma'm! Thank you for the concern." With a stoic face, she shook her head. "I'm sorry for pushing on the matter but I can tell something is wrong. Is something troubling you? If there is then you can rant about to me, I'm listening." This shocked you a bit. You didn't think some random person would treat you with such kindness. You didn't know how to respond. The young girl seemed to notice your shock. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu! May I take a seat?" You nodded your head.

"If i am making you uncomfortable, i'll leave whenever you like. I just want to lend you an ear to talk to." You don't know how it happened, but you vented out everything to her. Maybe your feelings were getting too overwhelming? Maybe it was just the spur? You weren't quite sure. But the polite lady comforted you through everything.

"Thank you for... this." You quickly said, trying to wipe away your tears with your sleeve. The girl gave you a genuine smile and offered you a napkin. Wait since when did she have a napkin? "My quirk allows me to create objects." Oh. "Thank you again." You said standing up. "No need to thank me, do you want my number just in case you need someone to vent to again?" Her kindness once again shocked you. "Uh yeah actually, that sounds nice." She swiftly made a pen and notepad to write down her number.

Your interaction with that Yaoyorozu girl never left your mind. She really saw a complete stranger zoning out and said, "Ima change this persons entire day." You stared at the number on your phone. Today you just really needed someone to talk to and you didn't know who. You scrolled through your contacts until you saw hers. The dark haired ponytail girl who comforted you about your problems despite not even knowing you.

Her kind words played back into your head and you found yourself texting her for comfort. Almost instantly after you sent the message she responded, asking if you wanted to vent through a call or just text. Choosing text, you began sending her mountains of text messages, just ranting about life. And she listened. She listened to every single word. She comforted you, gave you amazing advice, and offered you encouraging words. She was so good at this, it was like she was your therapist.

A little after that incident, you thought about how unfair it was for her. She had to make time out of her day for you, some guy she met at the park, just to hear you rant about your dumb problems. You should do something for her, you should give her something in return! Wait she offered to do this, why am i feeling bad? Yeah it was her own fault. Still maybe i should do something for her.

After basically fighting with yourself, you decided you'd ask to meet at the same park you met at to treat her to some coffee. To make it less awkward, you'd invite a friend. You sent her a small text saying, do you want to get some coffee with me and a friend tomorrow? Her response wasn't as quick as it was when you sent the text asking to vent to her but it was still rather fast. ofc! where and when? :) You gave her the information and turned off your phone, heading to bed.

The next day, you got up and got ready for your little hangout. You met up with your friend and headed to the park. At said park, you saw she was already there waiting. You wanted to ease the tension and said. "Well you're early." No shit Sherlock you uttered to yourself. Momo nodded her head with a smile. "Let's start heading off to the coffee place." You and your friend agreed.

The whole thing was surprisingly fun. You mixed well together due to the huge difference in personalities. It wasn't awkward at all and it felt like you were simply hanging out with another friend instead of some random girl who comforted you at the park. After that experience, you started to invite her to more hangouts with your friends. Instead of only speaking to her when you were sad, you began speaking to her on a regular bases, having full on conversations about whatever was on both of your minds. You two had gotten very close and the relationship you built was extraordinary.

The dynamic was basically: Mom and Chaotic Child. I think you already know who is what role.

She's gotten used to the foul things you say. You'll be latching on to her arm and saying the weirdest stuff and she'll just stand there like it's an average Tuesday. (it is for her) Jiro wonders how she hasn't lost her mind by now. Momo will say something about it if your around certain people though. Just making sure you don't get your ass kicked.

Momo has a deep appreciation for art. When you show her your animations, she's so proud of you. Praises you so fucking much it's crazy. If you ever need someone to help you visualize certain poses, she's always up for it. She'll make time out of her day to do it. If you draw her specifically, AAAAAAAAAAA. She'd be so happy and have a huge smile on her face.

Just like how she is with your art, she's super proud of your singing voice. Talks about your voice a lot whenever the topic of music is brought up. She only has good things to say about you. If you write songs, she'll be so supportive of all of them. And if you ever need help with said songs, she'll talk to Jiro and ask her to help you with whatever you need. Momo isn't confidant in her own skills, especially in music, so having someone like Jiro helping you would be more useful in her mind.

It'll take some convincing but if there's a specific role in a song you need her to do then she will do it. Deep down within her she'll be bursting with joy that you chose her for the role out of everyone. Just please help her improve her confidence. She really needs more.

Makes sure no one breaks you out of your daydreams. If they come up to ask you a question whilst you're in your fantasy world, she'll shoo them away and tell them she'll ask you later. Basically Momo will tell them to fuck off in a kind way whilst whispering. If it's something really important and she has to snap you back to reality, she'll speak in a very soft and comforting tone.

One night, Yaomomo felt like crying. Mistake after mistake, every second she felt like she was the biggest failure in the world. Everything felt so overwhelming. It felt as if she was drowning in a lake of sadness. Every single time she tried to climb out, another round of waves hit her. The ruthless cycle left her feeling pathetic, helpless even. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she bit her lip. Momo put on a tight smile and began walking forward.

You and her had arranged a small hangout under the cherry tree in the park you met at. She wanted to be happy for you. She wanted to be happy for her friends. Momo swore to herself that she wouldn't cancel on you. Even if she was at her lowest, she wanted to be there to help and support you.

Her smile was, to you, clearly forced. The girl's raven hair was a mess, seeming like she was pulling it a moment before. The dark eye bags was a dead give away she was tired. Her hands were balled into fists. And if you looked closer, you could see her thumb digging into the soft skin of her hand. Momo was clearly not okay and you were not going to allow that.

"Yaomomo, everything alright?" you said in a tone that made it obvious you were being serious. She simply nodded her head, taking a seat beside you. "Yaomomo I could tell when you're not okay." Her lips formed a straight line as she closed her eyes. It looked like she was thinking hard about something.

You wouldn't push her to talk about whatever was troubling her but you would try to take her mind off it. You took her hand in yours and rubbed circles into her knuckles. Usually you were on the side of being comforted rather than comforting. But you had to be there for her, exactly how she was there for you. Her kindness blew you away the first time you met and now it was finally the time to repay her for not only that kindness, but all the love she's shown you for the amount of time you've known each other.

The simply gesture snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes darted down to your hand. Momo's lip then turned into a small smile. Tears began forming in her eyes and she pressed her head into your shoulder. Although you couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking and why she was crying, you were glad you could give her some peace of mind. Not a word was said during this interaction.

You sat in silence as you both watched the stars in all their glory. Choosing to ignore the tears that were running down the girl's face, you shifted slightly and turned your head to face hers. "Do you want to lay down on my lap? I think that would be more comfortable than the position you're in." Momo responded with a simple nod and smile that was enough to melt your heart.

After repositioning, Momo's breath turned even again and her tears soon faded. You both began cracking jokes whilst watching the stars. Laughs and giggles filled the cold night's sky. Exchanging a look you both thought the same thought. I would do anything for you.

[sunnomnoms]

How would Todoroki comfort an emotionally burned out S/O? (I really love how you write Shoto because just reading about him makes me so relaxed, like drinking tea)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO AAAAAAAAAAA

I had a bit of an emotional burn out myself recently I guess, hence the unannounced hiatus. But I’m back, and I have ur Todo content!!!! I wrote this as headcanons, I hope you don’t mind!! Also, I’m glad you like how I portray him, i do my best to be accurate but also realistic to his character!!

TW: mentions of animal and child neglect. I guess I’m in a bit of a morbid mood? I felt giving some details would make this feel more real, I’m sorry if it’s too much!

It had been after a tough mission that you two happened to be on together. It was an emotionally exhausting mission. It wasn’t one of epic proportion, it didn’t have any super heroic battles, no villainous empire to tear down, no evil overlord to stop.

Instead, the two of you had been working along side police force. Of course, you were recognized and respected as heroes, the two of you were doing work studies and were recognized as legitimate heroes. But the mission wasn’t a huge one.

Or so you thought

To bring things long story short, what you expected to be a quick wellness check turned out to be a horrifying sight of child and animal neglect. Owners of the house seemed to have skipped town, and completely abandon their pets and children. The neglect seemed to be long term, the owners skipping town seemed to be out of fear due to police suspicion.

It didn’t help that you were the one who initially discovered the neglected children. If Shoto hadn’t been there with you, you would have hit the ground when you fainted at the sight.

The next few days after the incident, you seemed to keep to yourself.

Shoto didn’t like this. It wasn’t that you weren’t giving him attention that bothered him, no, he didn’t mind when you wanted alone time. But this was abnormal. This wasn’t right, something was wrong. No text message telling him you were okay and just needed some time alone, no good morning or good night text (you always did those, no matter if you were distant or not), nothing.

He was worried. No, beyond worried. You were his significant other, you meant a whole lot to him. Sure he didn’t know exactly how to express that all the time, but he did everything he could to get it across that he was there for you. And you always seemed to know and appreciate that. Why is it any different now? Is it something he did? What happened?

It struck Shoto then that you and him had just been on a... harrowing mission. He had to mull over it a few times before it kind of hit him how awful that situation actually was. Shoto had kind of... disconnected himself from the situation despite everything so he could just kind of do what he had to. He learned to do this a good bit throughout his life, to disconnect and disregard emotions at certain times so he could get to the point and work.

But you? You had always been a companionate person. It’s one of the many things he loved about you.

He should have realized sooner. Of course you’re upset. Of course you couldn’t disconnect. He shouldn’t have expected you to.

It didn’t take long for him to make his way over to your dorm. He would have sprinted there, but given the hour of night it was he didn’t want to gain any suspicion. He stopped in front of your door, knocking oh-so gently.

“[Y/N].” Shoto called for you softly. A small rustle was heard within your room, then silence. He knocked again. “[Y/N], please let me in. I’m worried about you...” At first there was nothing, until he heard soft shuffling towards the door. A small click was heard, as well as some more shuffling. Shoto grabbed the nob gently, twisting it and entering your dorm slowly.

It was a bit of a mess, sure, but he wasn’t really worried about that. Instead, he made his way to your laying form on your bed. He sat on the bed gently, sitting near the foot of the bed as you back faced away from him. He looked over at you, unsure as what to do.

“Hey.” He started, hoping his greeting would get you to carry on the conversation. But you were silent. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, so instead, he just spoke.

“You don’t have to move or get up. You don’t have to even speak. It’s okay. I don’t mind. I know you’re struggling from that mission, I should have known you would. I know that kind of stuff gets to you. I was too busy disconnecting myself from it all that I didn’t even think about how you felt. I’m sorry.” Shoto speaks softly, his head slightly hanging. He truly did feel bad, he should have realized you didn’t feel okay. It just never striked him as an issue until now.

“Please don’t apologize.” You croaked back to him, your throat sounding slightly raw.

Shoto sighed, crawling into your bed and at your side, before laying on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“You did amazing on that mission. She’s gonna be okay because of you, you know that, right?” Shoto offered. You curled up a bit more. Shoot, maybe not the right thing to say.

“I’m proud of you. And... I’m also here for you. I know things are rough, but... I want to share the weight. I know it’s not easy to open up all the time, but... Please try to talk to me. I want to help you.” He spoke softly, barely above a whisper. Again, he wasn’t the best with words, but... he was trying. It was all a shot in the dark for him.

With some more shuffling, he felt you huddle up into his side. He wrapped his arms around you gently as you rested your face in the crook of his neck.

The truth was, you cried all of your tears and threw all of your fits over the situation. You were tired, and you had barely anything left to give emotionally. Shoto knew how this felt to an extent, his internal emotional battery would occasionally run out of power here and there as well. This on the other hand was different. You weren’t the stoic type, so it didn’t go unnoticed.

It lasted a few days really, but within those few days, Shoto hardly left your side. He wasn’t annoying you, no, he was a bit of a reminder that you truly weren’t alone. He also reminded you to eat, shower, and so what and so on.

Shoto would tell you gentle stories of sweeter points in his childhood. some of the happy stories and good memories. You knew the background Shoto came from, so it was delightful to hear that an occasional ray of light came through the darkness for him.

Shoto would just... be in your presence. He didn’t want to leave you alone. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you or anything, no, but he just wanted to be able to feel you around him. For those handful of bad days you had, he’d do his homework and even sleep in your room just to keep an eye on you.

He wasn’t just lying around or anything, no. He was helpful, too. Knowing how mentally burnt out you were, he helped with your homework and even would fetch things for you, wether it be across the room or in the common room. His main thing just seemed to be keeping an eye on you and coaxing you out of sulking completely all day and actually eating and caring for yourself. He probably would have been willing to bathe you too if you would have let him.

Shoto spent probably half of his time trying to talk to you at least a little, always giving you some loving words of support. If you weren’t much for talking with him, he’d just sit in comfortable silence with you as he did other things. Neither of you minded this, it was nice to just... exist around one another for awhile. Nothing about it was unfulfilling or boring about it, it was nice to just have him around.

After you had gotten yourself in orders and back to your normal self, Shoto was a bit more attentive to your emotions.

It’s never been easy for him to process emotions, much less other people’s emotions. But he’s willing to learn for your sake. Just give him some time.

He often would ask how you are, and if you weren’t feeling well he’d ask if you wanted him around or not. He never took offense if you wanted some alone time, even if it made him worry a bit. But if you wanted him around, he’d usually be quiet and just exist in your presence. If he spoke he spoke quietly, and if he touched you he’d warn you first. He did most anything to keep you comfortable when you weren’t feeling well.

[bubblegum-switch]

hello! idk if you’re still active on this blog but i saw a post saying you’d accept requests and headcanons?? you’re honestly one of my favorite blogs and your writing is adorable 💞 anyway, my request because voltron still owns my entire ass. i was thinking maybe pre established klance and errr, lance having a huge thing for tickling and not knowing how to tell keith he likes it, bc he’s worried that keith would be weirded out by it if he finds out but when does keith finds out, he’s not? 🥺

YOOO SAME BOAT W VOLTRON STILL OWNING MY ASS

no i have not watched s8 and no i will not but i still love the characters SO much

Anyway absolutely I can do this yes. I haven’t written tickling in literally years (whoops) but I can only hope it’s improved since then. Also good lord ticklish!Lance still owns my whole heart so omg thank you for this amazing prompt, i hope you weren’t hoping for a full one-shot and are okay with a less-formal one this turned out longer than expected lmao

Also aaaaaaaaaaa your words are so kind, ily anon <3 I hope to remember this blog more often bc I’m so bored bc of quarantine and what better way to pass the time than to write?

Note: There’s like. no actual tickling in this bc I wrote it pretty much entirely around the confession itself but there’s still some teasy Keith which is always good. Also I wrote this from like 3:30-5am whoops

Also this isn't letting me put in a working Read More and I am sorry for the resulting long post

Rating: T, it gets suggestive in words but not actions and there’s nothing explicit

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Lance bit his lip. It was Space Family Movie Night, and while it was a good movie that Hunk picked out, the scene that was currently playing was...

Well. The two main characters were having a (brief, but still) tickle fight on the protagonist’s bed. Lance had been hardly paying attention up to this point - it just wasn’t his kind of movie - but this... this scene had his eyes glued to the screen

He tried not to pay attention to Keith’s arm around his shoulders. He tried not to think about the fingers that absentmindedly twitched every so often. It was probably just a byproduct of his arm getting tired and wanting to move, but during this scene Lance was hyper-aware of those fingers.

None of the others seemed to pay much attention to the scene. To be fair, it wasn’t a major scene. It was objectively cute - the protagonist had a mutual crush on the other character, and they were finally getting close. But Lance couldn’t help but be minorly petrified by it. He tried to be nonchalant, but felt restless throughout it. He tried to hold still, but found himself drinking from his glass of water less calmly than he’d have liked to afterwards.

All too soon, his cup was empty. He extracted himself from Keith’s arm and walked to the kitchen both to refill his water and take a breath.

He looked out the window of the castleship at the vast expanse of stars as he turned on the sink’s faucet. After testing the temperature with his hand, he brought the glass to it, nearly overfilling it. He raised it to his lips and let the crystal-clear water cool him off from the inside-out.

After a few sips, he set it back down on the counter, looking out into the cosmos once more.

“Coming back soon?”

Lance jumped as he heard his boyfriend’s voice suddenly in the room with him.

“You startled me,” he chuckled nervously, picking his glass back up. “I’ll be back in in just a minute.” 

Keith smiled at him, then walked over to him, gently embracing him against the counter and following his gaze outside.

“I’m glad we did this,” Keith said softly into his shoulder. It was still a relatively new relationship between them. They had been dancing around their feelings for long enough, and about a week before they decided to cut their losses and give in.

“Me too,” Lance said, nuzzling into his arms, letting his earlier flustering dissipate from his mind.

“So, care to tell me why you left so suddenly?”

Lance could hear a gentle smile in Keith’s voice. “Hm?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“You got up so quickly, are you alright?”

Lance thought quickly to cover himself. “Y-yeah, I just got thirsty all of a sudden.” He took another sip of water to cement his point.

“Well,” Keith pulled himself away and began turning to walk back to the lounge, “don’t keep me waiting too long, okay?”

“I’ll be back in soon,” Lance smiled warmly back at him. Crisis averted, for now at least.

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It was movie night again, a week later. This time, Pidge had control of what they were watching. It was a spy movie of sorts, one Pidge said she used to watch all the time on Earth.

Lance was laying with his head in Keith’s lap, feet hanging over the arm of the loveseat they were in. He was more invested in this movie than the one Hunk showed the previous week.

When the protagonist was kidnapped by the enemy agents and woke up tied to a chair, a tiny warning bell went off in Lance’s head. Be on guard, it said.

When the head enemy agent approached the protagonist saying she had ways to make her talk, the warning bell got significantly louder. Logically, Lance figured it wasn’t going to be what he simultaneously hoped and feared it would be.

When the enemy spy walked around the back of the protagonist and extended her hands to the tied woman’s sides, Lance tensed up. Yep, here it comes.

Sure, the scene only lasted a few seconds before the enemy paused, threatened more, and the protagonist gave in, but it felt like an eternity to Lance. He quickly downed the juice in his glass, leapt up and went to the kitchen once again. 

“Come on, it’s not a big deal,” he said to his reflection in the window’s glass. He gripped the edge of the countertop. He felt that his face was probably glowing pink, and tried to shake his head to clear his mind.

“You should be able to handle 10 seconds just seeing it.” Lance set his head on the cool stone under his hands and groaned.

“So you’re obviously not okay,” a voice behind him spoke.

He jumped up and whipped around to, sure enough, see Keith standing across the kitchen. Lance noted he seemed to be fighting a smile.

“I’m fine,” Lance said shakily, filling his glass with water once more.

Keith’s trace of a smile melted away into a concerned frown as he closed the distance between them.

“Look,” he began. “Two weeks in a row you jumped up and ran out of the room. Is it me? Is it the movie choices? Do you now want to be touching me when we watch them?” The genuine concern in Keith’s voice hurt Lance to hear. 

“N-no, it’s not that,” Lance rushed to amend. “It’s just... uh...” and he quickly faltered. How was he going to explain this? It hadn’t ever come up between them, and it wasn’t exactly easy for Lance to talk about.

Keith’s face changed before Lance could continue, and for the life of him Lance couldn’t name the expression he now held.

“Is it something with tickling? You don’t like it, do you?”

Static was now the only thing in Lance’s mind. He flinched and felt his face grow warm as he fought back a smile with an attempt at a frown.

“Ah-n-no it’s not that I just - uh--”

“I can make sure there isn’t any content of it in movies from here on out,” Keith stepped closer and took Lance’s hand. “I want you to be comfortable, and if this helps it helps, right?”

Lance still couldn’t figure out the expression on his face. In the meantime, he was panicking. Oh god, Keith was saying things Lance didn’t want to hear. This was embarrassing, but for the wrong reasons. Keith was wildly incorrect, but Lance couldn’t bring him to tell him so.

The blue paladin only couldn’t handle those scenes because of everyone around him. If Lance let himself react naturally to it, surely they’d notice the squirming and stifled giggles coming from him.

He just couldn’t bring himself to tell Keith he not only enjoyed but loved being tickled. It just felt too weird to admit, plus he couldn’t exactly say The Word out loud which made things significantly more difficult.

“N-no, it’s not...” he bit his lip and avoided Keith’s gaze. He was so afraid his boyfriend would think him weird for it, especially the extent to which he loved it.

“Then what is it? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Keith squeezed his hand. 

Lance couldn’t meet his gaze. He tried his best to squeeze out the words anyway. 

“It’s not... that I don’t like it...” and he couldn’t speak any further. He could only hope that Keith could extrapolate far enough.

Lance felt a squeeze on his hand again as Keith laughed softly. “That’s it, Lance?”

“I’m sorry... I know it’s weird--”

“Look at me,” Keith interrupted, gently cupping Lance’s chin and turning his face to meet his own. The blue paladin still struggled to make eye contact. “There’s nothing weird about it.”

Lance stayed quiet, looking down at the floor.

Keith fondly rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to Lance’s forehead. “If anything, it’s adorable. You like laughing and smiling so much, it’s only a natural progression.”

Lance snickered at his boyfriend’s logic.

“Oh? Was that a laugh?” Keith quickly responded, enjoying watching Lance blush deeply. “I wasn’t even doing anything!” he smiled, moving to pin him between himself and the counter. With a shift to a bit of a darker expression and an evil grin on his face, Lance knew things were going to be alright.

“But I can,” and Lance’s stomach was full of butterflies.

A nervous giggle spilled from his lips. “Not here,” he whispered back. “The others might hear.”

Keith leaned in close to his ear. “Then tell me, Lance, how much do you like it?”

A shiver went up and down Lance’s spine. The blue paladin grabbed his boyfriend’s wrists in  surge of energy and started leading him towards his bedroom, so they were out of earshot. 

Their impromptu “sparring sessions” were about to get a lot more interesting.

[kinkymagnus]

Henlo!! I love your blog so much 😍 it gives me life and makes me happy when I have a bad day. I was wondering if you had any headcanons about Malec’s first time or something where Magnus is a nervous wreck cause he has to tell Alec that he’s trans? Thank you and sorry for the bother 😭♥️

y’all it is a CRIME how long this has been in my inbox, im really sorry and ur not bothering me at ALL i just love this ask and wanted to do it JUSTICE 👏

also im!!! so flattered!!! aaaaaAAAA im glad my blog can cheer u up :) 

okokok so trans magnus + malec’s first time + magnus being nervous about coming out lghkjgfh

ok i have no fucking idea why but i’m making this twi malec. i’m just. in the mood for twi malec i guess. fuck it amiright

magnus is just. he has a lot of secrets. there’s a reason he hasn’t gotten close to anyone in a long time, there’s a reason he only talks to two or three people who actually know him, there’s a reason he hasn’t been how he used to be--out and about, flashy and showing off and wearing armor made of glittering beauty and colorful silks and bold makeup, instead of comfortable cardigans and twitching hands and quiet. 

speaking of which: def headcanon twi magnus wasn’t always the way he is in that episode. he was a lot like canon magnus once upon a time, charismatic (well, he’s still charismatic, but like, in that bold flashy way, you know?) and open (closed off, but with the illusion of having all his cards on the table) and bold

anyway. there’s a reason. lots of reasons. mostly all the secrets he hides.

the fact that he has magic, that he’s immortal, a dusty relic of a time long gone, of an age past, clinging on past his due date. he feels like he doesn’t belong in the modern world, like he should have died with the shadow world, like he should have been sealed out with all the other demons.

the fact that he is a prince king of hell, son and slayer of the greater demon asmodeous himself. even tho he’s sealed it all away, he has a huge amount of power, both from just. originally being the son of such a powerful demon, a fallen angel, and also from managing to kill one.

i don’t think it fits with canon twi lore but i don’t care, i’m saying twi magnus was involved in the sealing of the realm, and he managed to kill asmodeous and basically absorb his power, so a) he actually did this huge incredible feat that changed the whole world, whether on purpose or not i’m not sure yet (it has something to do with asmodeous, but i’m not seeing the whole picture yet) and b) he’s actually. more powerful than canon magnus. it’s partially why he sealed away his magic for so long, he was afraid of what that power could do. 

honestly i dont have this super well thought out but i like the potential

but anyway! barely related to this! let’s get back on topic!

and. the fact that he’s trans. a decidedly more mundane secret, but still one he keeps close to his chest. he’s lived through a lot of eras with bad very transphobic times? like he’s lived through places/times with very accepting atmopshere, but he’s also lived in like, victorian england, you know? and canon magnus had a chance to be more out of his shell and open in the modern world but this magnus has completely closed himself off. he mostly talks to people other than his close friends to give them a tarot reading. he’s not like, totally cut off, i can’t imagine him like. not helping people. you know. idek. but the point is he’s more isolated. canon magnus was closed off in a lot of ways, but still surrounded by people. he had a job to do, people to protect, and parties to attend. not to mention going to pandemonium and stuff. twi magnus isn’t really doing that. man i really went on a tangent here but the point is i feel like that would contribute to how he feels about being trans. feeling isolated, having less friends to be open with and to help him you know? in my experience it’s a lot harder to feel like. valid? without that sense of community. even with a few close friends, it’s hard. if you’re “passing”, which magnus is, it feels like a secret. 

the point is! i am getting so off track! magnus has got layers and layers and layers protecting him, both literal and metaphorical (he doesn’t wear the more flashy and revealing clothing canon magnus occasionally favors, preferring thick and comfortable sweaters and cardigans and stuff like that. bonus headcanon: whatever happened that ended in asmodeous dead and the walls of the world sealed, it left magnus with more scars. not to mention top surgery scars he may have, or even just hiding a binder, or using thick layers to disguise small tiddies since binders are great but you can’t bind all the time or every day for centuries and still be like, healthy. anYWAY) 

and when he starts dating alec despite that little cautious voice in his head insisting he needs to not get attached, alec begins to just. effortlessly peel those layers away

he’s so blunt and honest, unlike people who have lied to and manipulated magnus in the past (CAMILLE, anyone? i feel like she’d still be a thing in the twiverse. also asmodeous, albeit in a different way) and he’s gentle and loud and bold and he’s funny and sweet and he just. fucking cares about magnus.

when he finds about magnus’s magic he’s like “oh my god that’s so cool” he just fucking accepts him so easily!!! 

and even when magnus ends up tearfully confessing he may or may not be a literal king of hell (or, one of the hell dimensions) alec’s like “damn, i’m dating royalty?” and maybe makes a joke about not everyone getting to make a king scream with pleasure and magnus is just so relieved???

but that’s later

anyway

they haven’t had sex yet and magnus is just like. he feels like inevitably this relationship is gonna fall apart. he has too many secrets, too many hidden parts of himself that if he ever shed light on, alec wouldn’t see him the same way

and as much as he wants alec to fuck him, as much as he wants to be in bed with alec and cuddle with him and have sex with him and show him everything, he feels like he can’t, it would be the beginning of the end

he keeps pulling back just as alec begins to initiate, and alec never pushes but wonders if he’s doing something wrong, or if maybe magnus is asexual, or just doesn’t want to have sex for other reasons, and eventually he broaches the topic with magnus and magnus is so surprised alec noticed something is wrong (he expected alec might confront him over not “putting out” but alec doesn’t seem to care about the sex--he makes sure to emphasize while he is attracted to magnus and would lvoe to have sex with him if that’s what magnus wants, it’s by no means a requirement--but more about. magnus. and communicating with him.) that he just blurts out i’m trans. 

and alec kinda blinks at him. his beautiful, wonderful, nervous and scared boyfriend. and he ends up blurting out oh thank god. because he would be more than okay with magnus not wanting to have sex--he’s super gorgeous and absolutely smoking hot, but alec doesn’t ever like, want to have sex with him unless magnus wants to. obviously. but he was honestly worried it wasn’t magnus but him, that he’d done something wrong or wasn’t attractive or something, and honestly worrying about something being wrong with him was not a feeling he was used to. then he realizes how bad that just sounded, and he’s like, aaaaaaaAAAA WAIT and ends up panickedly rambling like i mean sorry i just was kind of worried i was doing something wrong but like, i love you so much and you being trans changes nothing about that, and if you never want to have sex that’s totally okay and i love you, but if you’re worried about me still being attracted to you that’s not a problem, but-- and magnus is like y-you’re not?? but you’re gay! and i’m-- and you know that feeling of like. internalized [insert form of bigotry towards yourself, in this case transphobia]. where you think something bad about yourself. and if you think about it you’re like “no that’s transphobic i would never think that about anyone else” and your brain is just like “yeah it’s true about you tho” that’s this. magnus is like. i’m not a real man, how could you be attracted to me? and alec (not to be all Cis Savior, but look, magnus deserves a loving supportive boyfriend who comforts him and shit, okay! i am PROJECTING) is like yeah i’m gay and you’re a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning man? 

and they end up talking it out and get it sorted that yes, magnus does want to have sex, but it would be okay if one of them didn’t want to, magnus being trans does not make alec unattracted to him, it’s okay, they’re okay, because malec are Kings of Communication,

ANYWAY

ACTUAL FIRST TIME

probably not the same day, that day they cuddle and talk 

but like later

>:)

alec is just so gentle and reverent y’all. like. them big hands on magnus’s body, all warm and gentle and magnus is like oh fuck this is nice

they do have to kind of communicate boundaries--alec’s asks if there’s anywhere magnus doesn’t want to be touched because dysphoria (or any other reason) and vice versa, magnus trying to be like “you know if you only want to fuck my ass or have me wear a strap-on or anything like that it’s fine, i understand you’re not necessarily attracted to those parts of me” and alec’s like “we’ve established that you would enjoy me eating you out and i WANT TO EAT YOU OUT” 

their first time probably is pretty simple, “vanilla”, idk why but im thinking they just exchange oral sex tbh like magnus blows him and then alec eats him out 

also magnus cums pretty fast bc he hasn’t been touched like this in a long time and he’s very embarrassed about it but alec is like “damn that’s hot can i try to make you cum a few more times” 

ok but imagine their first time it’s just alec holding him down and eating him out until he sobs and squirts? yes

anyway tho they have like, lots of “other” first times too like. first time alec fucks his pussy. first time alec fucks his ass. etc. 

first time alec slides that Thick Dick balls deep into magnus’s cunt he’s for sure immediately on the edge of orgasming he’s so full and it feels so good--

and alec’s like holy SHIT bc he’s warm and wet and tight and he clenches every time alec praises him or dirty talks him and it feels amazing

first time alec fucks his ass is also very fun for both of them ;) 

it’s just a good time all around folks communication and magnus getting pounded the way he deserves :’) 

not to mention when they first start getting into kinks 

alec, carefully broaching the topic of bondage: how would you feel... about handcuffs?

magnus, barely looking up: mm, padded or not? and what kind of padding? the normal kind hurt my wrists after too long and not really in a nice way, so i like padded. furry can get a little itchy sometimes but they look real nice. also, are we talking above my head to the bedpost, and if so, am i on my stomach or back? because stomach is a little uncomfortable. or like, behind my back? especially bent over, mm. good view for you ;) 

then he like looks up and realized he’s said all of this very casually and alec’s looking at him with 1. shock and 2. lust 

like. “i wasn’t expecting this, but i really should have, and now i want to bend you over and tie you up and fuck you hard” 

and he blushes just a lil bit like o shit i just said all that and alec’s like “padded it is. behind your back or above your head... hm... both have potential, but maybe the latter? i love you on your back under me, i can see so much of your beautiful body and all of your gorgeous face :)” 

and like TOYS 

aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANYWAY

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Patton becoming more and more sad and out of touch because of thee fight with Logan- Virgil taking advantage of him more

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Anon i like the way you think, this thing is going to get worse before it ever starts to get better

(And to my other anon dont worry i got your ask i just want to add some more angst before things get resolved--)

Tick...tick...tick...

Patton sighed heavily and sat up, having been listlessly staring up at his ceiling for the past hour with nothing but the endless ticking of his clock in his ears. He rubbed his eyes with a soft groan, feeling heavy and a hazy. He had cried so much in the past couple days, especially in the past couple hours alone, that his eyes actually stung from how dry they were. He looked around his room hollowing, eyes lingering on the spot Deceit had stood in. It had been maybe an hour since the snake side had come to him. An hour? Two hours? Two minutes? He could barely even recall anymore. Everything felt...foggy...

With another heavy sigh he heaved himself off his bed and and stumbled to his dresser, his hands pressing heavily into the wood as his reflected stared hollowly back at him with tired, bloodshot eyes.

"I...i just want this day to end..." He flinched a little at how raspy his voice sounded. But patton shook his head as thoughts began swirling again. His eyes got distant and thwir color seem to fade a little, too lost in his own sadness to notice a pair dual colored eyes and a cheshire grin over his shoulder, just like he didnt notice little flashes of pale leading trails of glowing purple strings around his limbs slowly, two in particular looping around his neck like a horrifying necklace.

' please believe me you cant TRUST him!'

'You deserve to be happy...you both do...'

'I want to help you...' ' patton i made a mistake and im sorry'

"Is he though?"

Patton didnt have enough energy to try to figure out where the sweet, questioning voice came from, as it seemed to surround him in a gentle beckoning haze. Beckoning him to relax, and to rest his thinking for a bit.

" you poor thing...youre tearing yourself apart about this arent you? Aww...dearest patton this isnt your fault"

" im sooo sorry about Deceit. He used Remus as a distraction to slip past my radar...im sorry if he said anything to up set your further...he'll be dealt with accordingly."

" but dont listen to him...hes a liar isnt he? I mean its in his name...." "Dont mind him...hes been all riled up since his debate with logan..."

" but dont worry...im here for you patty..."

The cheshire smile widened as patton's eyes glowed a dull purple, the moral side's shoulders slumping from the weight of his emotions.

" you deserve to rest patton...todays been so hard for you...tomorrow everything will be better...wont it?"

The sharp smile widened even more before curling into a encouraging and sympathetic smirk, purple strings and webs entangling him.

"Tomorrow you and logan will talk and work everything out and all this pain will disappear! You two will make things up and everything will go back to how it used to be..." A hand gently reached around him and started urging his eyes closed.

"Until then...."

You should just sleep...ok Patton?

Tadaaaa! The angst continues! I wonder whats gonna happen.... :)

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[duggarsetal]

I’m so frustrated and annoyed and I genuinely feel so completely hopeless right now and I don’t really know what the best way of resolving anything is.

If you are a praying person, please pray for me (and my boyfriend right now).

My boyfriend and I are moving in together. This should be an exciting thing! But we’ve had such a terrible experience with letting agencies that it just feels completely impossible right now.

We first started looking in April for an apartment. We found a lot of places, within our budget, that were in the area that we wanted. We went for viewings and talked to estate agents an ended up applying for somewhere that seemed perfect.

We were accepted, but they wanted us to move in straight away, or at least start paying rent straight away. At that point, we were both already paying rent at other places and we simply couldn’t afford to be paying two rents for three months. Just not possible.

The advice we got was to start looking a lot closer to the point we would be ready to move.

My last tenancy finished on 15th June, and my boyfriend’s finishes at the end of the month, so we started looking at the end of May. There were plenty of apartments and we booked in a whole bunch of viewings for the first week of June.

Several times, the one we’d be interested in would be let to somebody else just as we would inquire about it. Or something would go wrong between us talking to the agent and applying to the landlord.

We ended up increasing our budget a little, and finding somewhere that seemed completely perfect, it was supposedly available to us from the 14th June. A little tight, but still definitely doable. So we applied, paid a holding deposit to take it off the market and that’s when our real problems started.

AAAAAAAAAAA

This estate agent has been terrible at communicating.

To complete an application, the first thing we had to do was send off a bunch of documents. They didn’t tell us what we needed. After several phone calls, we got a kind of vague indication and sent what we thought they wanted. After around three days, we hadn’t heard anything from them, so called up to see what was going on. We’d not sent all of the documents that we needed to. But we had sent what we had been told. We were just told the wrong thing. They didn’t think to let us know that they needed other things for whatever reason.

We sent over the new documents (on 7th June) and they told us it would take 10 days to process the application and they gave us the move in date of the 19th.

You might notice that is past the end of my tenancy. It’s also worth mentioning that my boyfriend had been taking with me at mine in X. He’s lived in Y, which is a fair while away for the past three years, and he’s planning to move to X with me. This past year I had lived in university accommodation, and couldn’t stay there any longer, so there wasn’t the option to renew a contract, or for him to move in at any point.

So we’d have nowhere to live between my move out date of 15th June and 19th June. Luckily I have some very generous friends, and they were able to offer us each a bed to sleep in for those four nights.

We thought it was all going okay, and we were going to be able to move into our new place tomorrow. It’s not.

Today my boyfriend called them to confirm, and they told us that our application hasn’t gone any further.

Why?

BECAUSE THEY JUST HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE DONE.

Apparently one of the documents we sent over wasn’t acceptable since it was a bank account summary, a not a full bank account statement. Nevermind that they’ve had this for over a week and didn’t bother to mention it in any of the phone calls we’ve had with them.

They also didn’t send over a terms and conditions form for us to sign. I don't know if any of you are aware, but a new law regarding fees for renters came into effect on the 1st June this year, so the original terms and conditions they sent over for us to sign were actually illegal. We told them as such and they said that they’d be able to process our application without us having signed it and we could sign it at the same time we sign our tenancy contract.

Well, that wasn’t true. They just didn’t go ahead with it because we hadn’t signed terms and conditions. But they didn’t have an up to date one for us to sign and they didn’t send a legal one our way at any point.

Side note - surely, if you know that the law regarding renting is going to change, and all of your forms regarding that will then be illegal, would you not have preprepared new, legal documents for when the law comes into place? It’s not like they didn’t have any pre-warning.

And also they still haven’t sent us the form to fill in references from previous landlords.

Everything takes time and we are now not able to move in until 25th June.

We are able to stay with our friends until the end of this week (21st June) but we’re really relying on them an for those four days we don’t actually have anywhere to go.

I don’t know what we’re going to do.

Neither of us are rich. We don’t have money for hotels or short term rentals or anything like that. I genuinely don’t know what to do.

Sorry for ranting so much, but I needed to let it out and this is pretty much the only place I feel like I can.

If you’ve gotten this far, well done, it’s a massive wall of text 😜

[sockablock]

Hey, Jay, sorry to bother you, but I'm feeling kinda crappy about my writing tonight, and I just wanna know how you do it so well? Something New is a gorgeous story with so much depth and world building.

Aaaaaaaaaaa welllll first I just want to say that I’m really really sorry you’re feeling that way!! I know how it can be buddy, and it reallllyyy sucks ass 😓. That being said, I’m very honored you came to me for advice! I’m by no means an expert, but I’ll certainly do my best!!

I think in terms of “writing well,” it all comes down to stubborn bloody-mindedness, a ton of dedication, and a frankly terrifying amount of practice. Just in the last year, since joining the critrole fandom, I’ve written over 410,000 words (and that’s just the stuff published to my AO3, don’t even get me started on the 1k and 2.5k fic giveaways). I know that many people don’t have the luxury to just take an hour or so a day to sit down and write, and I’m very lucky that I’m in a position where I can! It’s also, however, this ridiculously long amount of time that’s allowed me to get where I am; I’ve addressed this before, but a lot of my older stories, and my first fics (In the Moments included) are no longer representative of what I can do (and I’m even a little embarrassed by them!). I’m very very honored that you think I write well, but I never could have written a story like Something New a year ago, and even six months ago I hadn’t really developed a sense of where the plot was going yet. It happened all very organically, only because I stubbornly kept to the goal of telling a good story, and didn’t stop no matter how frustrated or stuck I ever felt.

That being said, I’ve certainly learned a few things in my time as a (fic) writer, and maybe they might also help!

Breaks are your friend!! Holy SHIT they are your greatest friend. I’ve taken a number of hiatuses during Something New, just so I could step back and reevaluate where I was going. Stuff like Ch. 35 and Ch. 24-28 would never have been possible without them, and as hard as it is to stop writing, sometimes you just have to, for your own sake

Another good thing to do is have multiple projects at once! Sometimes that can lead to an army of WIPS (*cough* Dreamers *cough*), but I find it really helpful to have a few things to bounce around with when I’m stuck on one

For fics, go back and watch the source material. Take notes of how the characters talk, how they interact. Listen to the cadence of their voices, and try to imagine how they would say, or if they would say the dialogue you write for them

Read. Go and just read, anything, anything at all, Terry Pratchett is my #1 choice in “how does a fancy published author spin words,” and then take that knowledge and make it your own, babey

Sometimes I make playlists. Sometimes I literally lie in bed and scream until the next scene comes to me

I also write down literally every single idea I’ve ever had, and keep a copy of literally everything i’ve ever deleted in a word doc titled “discard pile.” You never know when you can re-purpose that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Go back and reread comments. Any of them. All of them! Validation can help a bunch, especially when you’re feeling down...

...but DONT let AO3 stats be the only metric by which you judge your work!! My very very first fic, which ended up being grossly inaccurate anyways, didn’t have nearly as many hits or comments or kudos as my current project, even though I was beyond proud of it at the time. But I kept going!! Kept writing!! And now I’m at where I am today. Statistics should never impact your own confidence in your ability!! They might be a good launchpad for you to see where you stand compared to others, but that mentality can be very toxic and very self-damaging. From what I’ve learned, fic visibility can be pretty dang arbitrary anyways, and all that really matters, really and truly, is that you tell a story that you love about something that you love. And maybe it’ll get views, and maybe it won’t, but it will be worth it because of your own enjoyment, and because--and this is very important--you will get practice out of it. You will learn from it. You’ll grow! And when you’ve finished, or when you’ve moved on, that’s the knowledge you carry over to your next story, or to whatever comes next. And that will mean so much more to you--as a writer, as a person--than any statistic could.

My last piece of advice, along with literally just continuing to write (no matter how shitty you might feel about a piece) and taking plenty of brain breaks, is to also go back and look at your old work. You never know what good ideas you might’ve had back in the day, and it can help a lot to see how far you’ve come. Don’t focus on the “I could have done this better”s or the “this isn’t good”s; instead concentrate on how much you’ve grown and just think about how much more you can do if you just stick to it!! I’m still excited to see where No Grave goes, and I think you’re a wonderful writer and person, and I can’t wait to see what you do next!!! Good luck, my friend, and just know that in terms of getting into funks, you’re not alone 💜💜💜💜💜

[uwumeidotcom]

Makoto Sakamoto,  Empress

Makoto, as a kid, loved helping her mother out. She was very smart for her age, despite being a little grumpy kid who threw a tantrum here and there. She was always helpful to her mom, never complained. She knew her dad was bad, the moment he began hitting her mom, she called the police.

A natural born leader was something she used to be, people always wanting to hang out with her. She had a huge group of friends back then. The thing she was most proudest of was her hair.

Her hair was always so long, so smooth, so soft...everyone loved it. Makoto loved braiding her hair or putting it in new hair styles for her mom.

Her and her mother lived in a house, not in a apartment. Sure, money was tight at times, but because of her good grades she was able to make it up to high school with a free tuition at fancy private schools. Makoto was so thankful for this, she never wanted to be a burden to her mother. Never.

Other than studying or doing homework on her free time, she learn aikido, seeing as a lot of people thought she’d do amazing at it. Which was true! She even met a guy named Akira Niijima, who she’d like to say was her rival. They were both on a equal level, their matches always ending in draws.  

Going to Syujin was...interesting. Makoto’s first year was pretty awesome. She was popular and even managed to become student council president! It was only in till the middle of the year before her life changed. The new gym teacher. He gave off the same vibe her father did, but so much worse.

Makoto usually avoided him, bothered by him staring at her for more than a few minutes. He always stares when she was around, even touched her shoulder once, which scared her senseless. He always asked if she wanted to join a sports team, which she denied multiple times, using her aikido classes as her escape. She knew he wanted to get her alone after a few weeks.

So Makoto did what she needed to do to avoid him, filling up her schedule to the brim to avoid him. This meant that during school hours, she had less and less time to hang out with her friends. She became distant, only focusing on her work simply to avoid the gym teacher. Whenever she saw sport team students come towards her, she simply ran.

Though, this wouldn’t last for long.

She was too slow one day.

Makoto offered to help some students with studying in the library, after she finished she prepared to bolt out but was stopped by the man himself. Kamoshida. He had a tight grin on his face as he gripped her shoulder.

“Hey! Mako-chan!-”

She didn’t like him calling her that at all.

“I need to talk to you about something, school stuff. Right now. In my office.”

Makoto didn’t want to go with him. But she didn’t have a choice. She resisted the urge to glare and nodded with a fake smile.

“Of course,”

Makoto shouldn’t have gone with him. She shouldn’t have. She should have ran. Make up an excuse. Lie. Anything than going with the man. She thought she could defend herself.

“Quiet!!”

The man hissed as Makoto began yelling and screaming, punching him as she tried to run out. He was grabbing her breast and stroking her hair so much it disgusted her, she wanted to puke. But she tripped, slamming onto the floor with a loud smack. Makoto winced in pain, trying to get up quickly, but she was too late. He grabbed her ankle and leg too tight.

“AAAAAAAAAAA-”

Snap!

Makoto screeched so loudly, practically the whole school heard it. She began sobbing, grabbing her leg in pain. Her ankle and leg were broken.

Waking up in the hospital bed scared Makoto, but she was sure that the man was going to be put behind bars.

That didn’t happen.

Every sports team lied, saying Makoto attacked him first. And he was only defending himself.

No matter how many times Makoto sobbed and tried to explain that he tried to rape her, no one believe her. No one but her mother.

Makoto lost everything. Her respect. Her friends. Her scholarships. Her student council role. Her justice.

She was able to leave the hospital after a week. Makoto was in crutches. The moment she arrived home, she rushed to the bathroom with a dead look in her eyes. She stared at herself, disgusted. He touched her.

He touched her.

Makoto looked at her pride and joy, already beginning to cry. But with a stern glare and frown, she grabbed her scissors and grabbed the thing that made her proud.

“If you loved my joy so much…! Hic ILL JUST TAKE IT FROM YOU!!!”

She swiftly cut it off.

Her long hair fell onto the ground, her hair now went to her chin.

And she was happy.

Onward, Makoto began to act how people saw her.

A scary, cruel, delinquent.

She wore tons of black eye-shadow and a bit of black lipstick, she painted her nails black to complete the look. She transformed the Syujin uniform to her style. No one stopped her. They were too scared.

Kamoshida looked furious when seeing her hair, and that made her smile for the first time in months. It was a wicked smile.

Meeting Haru at first, she just scoffed and walked past the fluffy girl. Too...girly and perfect from the looks of it. Joining the phantom thieves though..

It made her alive.  

//Sorry this one took so long!! It took me a while to decide who has which role because I honestly couldn’t decide. But now I have a general idea for this au! Makoto is basically a edgy emo teen who is adorable :D I also developed a new writing style for this au so character description’s are gonna be lengthy sometimes. 

Do send in asks for these characters please!! It’d be very helpful and fun!

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#44 The Interview With Harry Styles (HS)

“I shall go into the room and show full on attitude!” I yelled.

“Yes!” Ezra cheered.

“I shall pretend that he is shit and I rock!” I screamed louder.

“Yeah, you will!”

“I will be all cool and who are you sorts and enamour the hell out of him!” I pushed the door open, and with my friend whispering, you can do it in my ear. I will. I was totally capable of this. I stood in the cue to reach him, noticing there was a guy in front of me. Getting this interview will be huge for the blog. I was a freelancer, but the site loved the way I covered stories and interviews and wanted me to cover this one as well.

“Are you okay?” Ezra asked.

“Yes! I shall rock. I shall confuse and I shall-” I did my ninja moves to show my confidence.

“You’re next.” The manager called out in a monotone. The guy in front of me had disappeared, and I was next to go in the room.

“I can do it?” I questioned now. My nerves finally showing themselves, “Can I? Where are you? Ezra! Tell me?”

“What? Of course, you can! You were just ninja-ing the fuck out. You are awesome! So cool! He is just what? Nothing. You can do it!” He cheered and I could feel my bones turning jelly.

I could see his dimples, just one side of his cheek as he answered the questions. He wore a black shirt with his classic black jeans. His coat hung on the side, his phone kept right beside him. His hair, oh his hair, were combed back, much shorter than how I liked them. He was so hot, how could just half of him be so hot? Wait. What? Concentrate. I have come so far to take this interview. He is just an average guy who is easy to talk to and I shall take my interview. Average guy with really nice lips...eyes...dimples...voice. Concentrate!

“You can go now.” The monotone, again.

“Shit.”

“Walk, c’mon. You rock!” Ezra nudged.

“No, I don’t!” I whimpered.

“You do!” He pushed, and I entered the space.

The bright light hit my face, and for a moment I could see nothing. When I could, he was in front of me, “Hi, I’m Harry. How are you, today?” His hand was in front of me, waiting for me to push my hand in his to shake, but it was not happening. My eyes were wide, in shock, he was in front of me! I was star struck. I was stuck. I had this dream like the expression on my face, my eyes wide in love and surprise. “Umm,” he looked at me, and frowned, “are you okay?” I could feel his hand come up to hold my face, but that’s when I fell into his body and fainted.

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“Hey...”  I heard a soft voice whisper, as my eyes opened. A hand, combed through my hair slowly, calming me. “How do you feel?” He whispered again. The voice was so familiar, a favourite. I stretched my head on the pillow and turned my head to the person.

My vision  cleared from the blur, “Aaaaaaaaaaa!” In a second, I was on the other side of the bed. My hair was open, and my jacket was off. I moved a little to get my hair away, curse them for being so long.

“I am sure I am not this scary, love!” Harry Styles was in front of me. He was on the edge of the bed. “Breathe, just breathe...”  He took deep breaths with me, and I tried my best to calm down.

“Oh! You’re up!” Ezra walked in with a doughnut in his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” I asked as Harry Styles sat on the bed.

“You are on a bed,” Ezra replied.

“Thanks, I was confused. Thanks!” I said, sarcastically looking at Ezra.

“You are in a guest bedroom in my house. Still, you’re still here.” I took a deep breath again. “Are you okay?” He laughed a bit.

“I expected this. She has had a crush on you for 7 years now. It had to happen!” I threw a pillow at Ezra, but he caught it and put it back in place.

“7 years. Woah, that is a long time,” He looked at me, his eyes just stared into mine. “You have really beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Moreover, Ezra coughed. “Anyway...”

“Yeah, food is ready! Why don’t you get fresh and come eat dinner, yeah?” He looked at me, “Yeah?”

“Yeah...yeah yes,” I nodded.

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After getting a lot of pep talk in the very luxurious washroom of this mansion, I walked out. The dining table had three mats laid out, “Oh, you are here. We have Italian tonight. I hope you like it,” Harry looked at me and smiled, “Please sit,”

I did without further embarrassing myself, “Where is everybody?” I asked.

“They left. The work was done. I pressured you stayed because I had never had anybody fall into my arms so gracefully and not wake up before,” He giggled.

“Where is Ezra?” I gulped.

“You know, you have to tell me if I am scary. You look like I am going to kill you,” when I didn’t respond, “I’m not! And Ezra is answering a phone call.”

“Thank you for the food and well taking care of me. I didn’t mean to fall. I don’t know what happened.” I mumbled.

“Eat first, what will you have first? Lasagne or the spaghetti?” He asked, and I felt so surreal that, all I could take out of my mouth was an, “uh.”

“I just saved your ass, woman,” Ezra walked in. “You should treat me for the next month! You are off the hook, you can submit the article by the weekend.”

“I am going to give you Lasagne,” Harry finalised and put some on my plate.

“Would you still be willing to take the interview?” I asked, finally realising the gravity of the situation and how unprofessional I had been. “I’m sorry. I’m never this lost. It’s just I have always dreamt of meeting you and usually, I have always been absolutely badass and amazing and so smart and nice, and it’s all gone and I don’t know if this happening or if I am dreaming and,”

“Wow. You’re really chatty, aren’t you?” He smirked. “I’ll give the interview. If you eat the pasta and the lasagne, I made it, and I am very touchy about my food,” He smiled.

“You made all this?” Ezra asked.

“Yeah, I have a habit of making too much food and eating it for the next three days,” He raised his eyebrows, and I took a bite.

“It’s really nice. Thank you for doing this. You are very kind.” Ezra, at his best behaviour.

The rest of the dinner conversation revolved between Harry and Ezra because I was busy savouring the food I will never get to eat by Harry Styles. In the end, he poured us a glass of wine, “can we do this off camera? I am not ready.”

“Yeah okay,” I nodded. “Do you read, Harry?” I asked, getting comfortable in my own skin and recovering. The massive wall of bookshelves made me curious.

“As much as I can,” He stood next to me.

“So, you’re not one of those who claim coolness by not reading, huh?” I picked up a book.

“Is it cool? Not reading?” He frowned and, I looked at him, laughing.

“Thank you for doing this. Nobody else would, “ No one else would have done this.

“I had to see those eyes again,” He whispered.

“What?” I asked.

“No one looked at me like that before,” he laughed.

“That’s a lie.”

“No, not really. I usually, am able to describe each emotion. I couldn’t do it with yours. What did they mean?” He asked, staring into mine. “They still hold it.”

“I don’t-”

“It’s ready! Come take your interview!” Ezra called.

I asked him all my questions, and he answered all of them in detail, taking his time and going off topic to only come back again.

“And, that’s it. Thank you so much for doing this for us.”

“It’s over?” He pouted. “That’s sad.” He kept looking at me.

“Yeah, we should head out. Long way for you from here,” Ezra, completely oblivious to us. “You know, why don’t you stay here. Let’s find you a hotel, and you can take the train back from here in the morning. No use going back this late at night. Use the money they’re giving you.” He kept talking wrapping up the recorder.

“Where do you have to go?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I have a bus from right outside to Brighton in 20 mins! This one has to go back to LSE.” Ezra kept talking paying no attention to us.

“That’s a long way from here,” Harry looked at me.

“Brighton? Yeah. Will reach in a couple of hours.” Ezra replied. “I am going to go get my bag and he walked off.

“It’s okay, will take the tube back,” I smiled, picking my bag up.

“Do you mind if I leave you?” Harry asked, picking my bag before me.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bother you anymore.” I shook my head.

“It’s no bother. I love driving. I’d like to drive you back. Love to, actually,” he said, nervously.

“Right! We should be leaving!” Ezra walked out and Harry looked at me expectantly.

“Harry offered drive us back,” I told him and Harry smiled, his dimples out.

“Let me get my coat.”

He walked back inside, and Ezra came closer, “What did you do?”

“He offered!”

“We are too fortunate today!”

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Harry insisted that we waited in the car till Ezra’s bus left and then, we made a move to my house. We talked more about myself mostly. What I was studying, where I was working etc. Etc.

“Thank you, Harry!” I repeated again, in middle of our conversation. “No one does this!”

“Stop thanking me, now! I figured we are friends by now?” He frowned. “Aren’t we?”

“Well, if we have to be friends, you need to tell me about you!” I laughed.

“You know most about me!”

“Not really, I know most about Harry Styles. I really look up to him. He inspires me, but he is a media created persona. You are just Harry. Tell me about you?” his eyes twinkled and he nodded.

We continued talking, “to the left and just two houses down,” I directed him towards my tiny apartment which I shared with another roommate. “That’s my house. The first floor of it actually.” I turned to look at him. “Thank you so much for dropping me.”

“No worries,” he smiled.

“Would you like to come up? For a coffee?” I asked with hope.

“It’s pretty late. I should head back,” He shook his head.

“Well, it was lovely meeting you. And, please do read my piece when it comes out.” I said, getting out of the car.

“I’ll keep an eye out. Bye love,” He waved and I watched him drive out. There goes my opportunity of ever meeting him again. Me and my big mouth.

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“Hey! There is bouquet out front for you! I am leaving for class!” my roommate banged the bathroom door. Washing my face, I came out to find a huge bunch of white roses in a vase kept on the desk. I searched for the card, and blushed as it read.

Let’s go out again? For coffee maybe?

-           Just Harry

(Call me xxxxxxxxx9)

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