#sorry if my grammar spacing and/or punctuation is bad

[watchyourdigits]

I am re-reading Night Letter and am realizing I didn't do nearly enough research into scar tissue as I should have 💀 I spent hours researching lavender marriages and U.S. Army dog tags from the 1950s (as well as ranks and dismissals and such) instead of researching one of the defining characteristics of the main character, aka his severe facial scarring.

Anyway here I am retconning his scars - they are hypertrophic NOT keloid. That is entirely on me because I didn't know what the fuck the term was for it and assumed that if they were raised then they HAD to be keloids. I'm so sorry for this. Like deeply.

For those who don't know the difference, I don't recommend looking up pics unless you're okay with seeing mild medical g*re. Brief description of the aforementioned scar types:

Keloid: raised, shiny, firm & rubbery in texture with no distinct pattern. Caused by an excess of collagen deposits during the healing process. These scars invasively extend PAST the area of the original wound and do not regress over time. Hard to treat. Can form over months to years after an injury. More common in black folks and other melanated people who have a family history of keloid scarring.

Hypertrophic: raised, but not to the degree of keloids, and can also be different colors and usually have a distinct wavy pattern due to collagen deposits. Also caused by an excess of collagen, but not to the extent of keloids. These scars do NOT extend past the area of the original wound, typically do not recur, and CAN regress over time. Typically appear within a month of two of an injury and do not continue to progress (typically begin to regress actually).

I'm attaching an image below the cut comparing the two.

Left is keloid, right is hypertrophic. You'll see the difference. It's easy to confuse them because they're similar in depiction, but this is a good visual example of exactly HOW they are different. Raised scars =/= keloids!!! Do NOT be a fool like me!!!!

[stoshasaurus]

i just ranted about this to some friends so i'm gonna rant about it here because everyone needs to hear this. EVERYONE.

DO NOT SELF-DEPRECATE!! CRITIQUE YOURSELF!!

as an artist and a writer i hear this ALL THE FUCKING TIME. someone will show me their work and go "this is so bad, i'm sorry, this looks awful."

i cannot begin to express in words how much that shit pisses me off. self-deprecation does not gain my sympathy. it gains my absolute unfathomable rage. it makes me red in the fucking face.

do you not like something that you did? okay. GIVE ME A REASON WHY!

don't like how you drew something? why? were the proportions off? don't like the linework? is the coloring too messy? the shading? the lighting? the background? what don't you like? why don't you like it?

don't like how you wrote something? why? is the tone strange? is the pacing off? bad grammar, spelling, punctuation? bad spacing? what don't you like? why don't you like it?

this self-critiquing literally applies to everything, even outside of artistic works. it applies to school essays, conversations, human character. if you don't like something, especially if that something is something that you have made or done, give me a fucking reason why. NOTHING IS BAD SIMPLY ON THE BASIS THAT IT IS YOURS. THAT IS NOT A VALID REASON. IT NEVER HAS BEEN, AND NEVER WILL BE.

you are allowed to hate your work. every creator has done something that they don't like, some more frequently than others. that's natural. that is allowed. what i hate is when people hate their work simply because it is their work. they completely lose their motivation to make because they hate everything that they make and cannot come up with a single genuine reason why.

give me a reason. "it just looks bad" is not good enough. end of story. i won't hear anything otherwise. self-deprecation does not gain my sympathy. it gains my fucking ire, is what it gains.

be confident in your work. self-analyzation is one of the best ways to improve your work. always self-analyze. you learn to do it unconsciously. if you can come up with at least one reason why you don't like something you've done, you can come up with a solution on how to avoid that problem the next time. you know better, you do better.

so do not self-deprecate. self-critique. have confidence. be assured; everything you do is good, even if it has elements to it that you do not like. creation in and of itself is a good thing, no matter how much you might hate it. simply doing is better than not doing anything at all. adopting this mindset will improve your confidence and ensure that you make more things and do better in the future.

hope this helps. go make some good shit.

[slimeylee]

🪲🧃 || pinned -- # introduction post . *

The Whole " Being Dead " Thing

1:03 ──⚬──── 3:45

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❝ Hey , folks ! Beggin' your pardon !

'Scuse me ! Sorry to barge in ~

Now let's skip the tears and start on

The whole , y'know ... bein' dead thing ! ❞ /lyr

## last updated ;; march 19 , 2024 ,,

my blog introduction . . . remade !

this blog is a semi - tickle , semi [ normal ] blog .

♡ ‧˚⊹ ❝ Ready ? Okay ! Hi ! I'll be your guide !

I'll be your G-U-I-D-E to the other side ! ❞ /lyr

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 ABOUT ME

⚝ . * || names i go by are ;;

— slime

— loser

— les / leslie

— kenny

i steal most of my names from my favs :3

nicknames are okay , but i prefer them from closer moots only .

* . ^ i am a minor & my birthday is on april 1st . NSFW & 20+ DNI + DNF . 20+ & sfw are free to int .

please do not be weird and also do not dm if over 20 preferably please n tyy

⟡ i identify as nonbinary and omnisexual . i am taken ! and have a preferece for females

i use they / it / xe / star pronouns .

i am still experimenting with he / she n idk if im more comfy w one , the other , or both . so i didnt add them . pls dont use them unless i say

you do not have to use my neopronouns . at the least just use they them

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 BYF

— i am unhealthily obsessed with my fandoms and characters . and i will post about them daily .

— i make kys / kms jokes . they're never serious / gen

— slurs . i say FAGGOT and FAG a lot . its all / lh i swear

— i have a very difficult time reading tone . please dont misuse or overuse tone tags but use them .

— i get attached to people easily so i might talk to u a lot

— i am not usually dry but i will try to match peoples energy most of the time !!!

— i use emoticons !! and i often talk in caps

— i have a typing quirk ( spaces before punctuation ) n im also either VERY GOOD or very bAD with spelling theres no in between .

i also never use grammar i hope you never expect me to use grammar

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 DNI / DNF

— basic dni criteria . [ this includes but is not limited to ;; racist , homophobic , transphobic , ableist , proship / comship , etc . ]

— nsfw or primarily nsfw blogs

— 20+ blogs that are nsfw

— tickle kinks / fetishisers

— people who misuse tone indicators

— extra sensitive people cuz i make insensitive jokes sometimes . im also a helluva boss , hazbin hotel , and south park fan so

— wilbur soot , dteam fans

— i love talking abt my fixations and fandoms PLS TALK TO ME ABT M FANDOMS also im so sorry if i post a lot abt a singular topic its just bcus im rly excited abt them . or it or whatever it rly is

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ [ are you still reading ? maybe leave a follow .. im pretty kewl rite ?! :3 ]

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 FANDOMS

________________

- south park

- hazbin hotel

- helluva boss

- dsmp / mcyt

- beetlejuice the musical

- total drama island / action / world tour

- my little pony [ friendship is magic & equestria girls ]

inside out

- sally face

- fnaf

✮ bold italics are fandoms i will write for

✮ bolded are fandoms i might write for but im unsure ;; you can send requests for these and ill lyk if i will do them .

✮ italics are fandoms that im in but wont write for

fandoms that are unlisted you may ask if ive heard of them . this list can always be updated as well !

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 TAGS

#slimey-thinks ;; my thoughts

#slimey-selfrbs ;; self reblogs

#slimeyLER ;; ler mood

#slimeyLEE ;; lee mood

#slimeySWITCH ;; switch mood 😭

#slimey-reblogs ;; reblogs

#slimey-asks ;; asks

#slimey-art ;; my drawings

#slimey-fics ;; my fanfics

#slimey-ficlets ;; short fics / oneshots ( ? )

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 CHARACTERS I WON'T WRITE FOR

hazbin hotel characters __

— valentino - self explanatory

— lilith - dont know enough abt her

helluva boss characters __

— stella - self explanatory

— striker - dont know enough abt him ( he could be a side char or mentioned in a fic tho )

— mammon - self explanatory

— verosika's team [ -vortex maybe ] - dont know enough abt them

south park characters __

— linda and stephen stotch - self explanatory

— liane cartman - i hate her

dsmp members / characters __

— dream

— wilbur

— punz

— georgenotfound

— sapnap

you're free to request any characters from BJ , MLP or TDI/A/WT and ill lyk if ill write for them :3

and any characters unlisted you can request , ill let you know if i will do the req and or if im adding a new character to one of these lists

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 WHAT I WILL WRITE

for tickle fics :

— pinning down ( no tying )

— feathers , wings , nails , hands .

— ALL SFW

— angst

— fluff

— hurt / comfort

— ships romantic and platonic

๋ ࣭ ⭑ 🧷 EXTRA

i like to roleplay !! but i am rusty so bare with me ok

i love drawing and i like to sing :3

i also used to play gacha club / gacha life 2 a lot

anddd thats pretty much it :3 ty for reading and make sure to FOLLOW ME i am very cool .

maybe

♡ ‧˚⊹ ❝ See , I wasn't kidding , its a show about death ! ❞ /lyr

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Hi, can i ask you something? 💞🍭🦋

of course you can! Thank you for sending these in :) I do love a writing ask.

what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

When I read/watch something, this is how it stacks up:

the plot: the plot is very important to me! Like I don't mind if a story is light on plot, but the quickest way to take me out of a story is an inconsistent or really badly paced plot (which is why I agonise over my multichapters so hard). I'm not typically someone who will sit through a lot of shitty plot even for great characters - and the plot really affects how much I like a character, I will without fail be more interested into whoever's arc I find most interesting.

the characters: also important. The characters are what sticks with me the longest, I find. But I can enjoy a story with kind of bland characters if the plot works, while even the coolest characters won't tide me over for too long if the plot is bad. But inconsistent characters will take me out of a story immediately, both fanfic characters that are markedly out of keeping with the original media (unless the fic gives an explanation for it, then it can be interesting!) and especially characters that are inconsistent throughout the story.

the worldbuilding: I can go nuts for good worldbuilding, but I'm very particular about how much there is and how it is delivered. Especially in movies, I get very annoyed with poorly spaced-out info dumps, and I have a really low threshold for visual descriptions in written media. I don't have a very strong visual imagination, so they rarely work for me as well as other means of atmosphere-building do, and they can feel really frustrating to wade through. Basically, I like my worldbuilding on the lighter side except for rare exceptions, and I will be a lot more willing to hand-wave some holes in the logic of the world than with the plot or the characters. Also, I'll always take an interesting consistent theme over an intricate world that doesn't carry a deeper message.

the technical stuff (grammar, punctuation, vocab etc.): Yeah no I'm sorry that is the absolute baseline for me. I'm not judging (well. I try not to because it's a shitty thing to do.), writing is a great way to improve language skills and nobody is perfect! But personally I just can't lose myself in a text that has a lot of mistakes, especially English texts - this isn't my first language and I'm transported back to school immediately whenever I see a misspelled word or a wrong tense. Also, and this IS judgement, please spell your characters' names correctly or at least consistently.

the figurative language: Listen, when figurative prose works, it WORKS. But I usually like to see it used sparingly, and... don't force it. The bare-bones, very straightforward writing style can be really effective too, and nothing is more cringey to read than long blocks of purple prose or tacked-on metaphors in every second sentence. If it's not your thing, it's not your thing, and I don't think every story necessarily needs it. Some - actually probably most - of my favourite books are *super* light on figurative language, and they're still evocative and atmospheric and amazing.

Weirdly, when i'm writing, I think I lay the most focus on the characters? I agonise over the plot way more, but I don't think that comes through in my writing (unless you read the author's notes lol) - the plot is what will make me get stuck for several years, but I think the strongest focus in the final product is usually on the characters. I'm always a stickler for grammar and spelling, so that's not really a writing thing to me. But I do put a lot of effort into that. The worldbuilding depends on what kind of story it is - if it's a historical setting, I can and will go absolutely nuts with it. If it isn't, I usually won't - I just put a lot of work in my characters' backstories, but the world outside of that remains extremely fuzzy to me, and that doesn't usually bother me. The figurative language, on the other hand, is something that I worry about a lot, because my writing is *very* light on that and I feel like it's a skill I lack as a writer. I'm pretty good at analysing other people's figurative prose, but I'm terrible at coming up with it myself and there are definitely fics of mine that have suffered for it.

why did you start writing?

This is a super interesting question, but to really examine it I would have to remember when I started writing and I honestly can't. Bottom line is, I just love telling stories So Much.

what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Honestly, see above, in that order! I'm terrified especially on a multichapter that my plot makes no sense, is hard to follow or otherwise disappointing or frustrating to read. I worry that my characters aren't consistent or feel OOC. I am mortified whenever I find a grammatical or spelling error, and there is usually at least one per chapter (and I never find those before posting!! it's a curse). I worry people aren't satisfied with my worldbuilding (which is why I barely write in-universe anymore, my worldbuilding just can't keep up with what some of you guys are putting out there!). And then, as a small but consistent afterthought, I worry that, as I once said to Jordan, my more sparse language makes my fics read like a sad toaster manual.

Writer asks!

[mcschnuggles]

🧃🧩🎱??? :D

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

Desperately trying to think of anything remotely interesting about me but alas... my comfort youtuber of choice is Jenna Marbles, is that anything?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I can tolerate pretty much anything EXCEPT for no paragraph breaks. I'm sorry my brain just can't read that. Depending on the fic I can deal with bad grammar/spelling and a lack of punctuation but there NEEDS to be spaces or I will die

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats 

one of these days i'll make it to a million words

[horridly-plagued]

Ok so we went back to teen girls right? If you don’t get this nasty predator shit out of here, this shit is not welcome in our community not only are you an AI ‘artist’ but after changing your shit around like nothing happened you changed it back to teen girls 💀. Nah man I don’t care about being cordial anymore this shit is weird as fuck at this point I do lowkey suggest reporting not because the fact it’s AI but because the fact this guy seems to get off on Teenagers which is fucking bizarre dude. like I said I am the biggest hater but I’m not cordial if you start posting bs like this, get this shit outta my space. Predatory behavior should not be something we are fucking complacent in. (Sorry for the bad punctuation and grammar I’m frustrated as a literal English tutor I know it should be better)

I might just be the biggest hater but I don’t give a fuck, if you follow @/snzai BLOCK ME 😐. Be so fr we do not support AI artists in a community that’s main source of content comes from art and creation. If you like AI, you sure as hell can use it to get further into your kink but, keep it out of a space built off art and don’t call that shit art. I stand heavy when I say AI art is not real art, not to mention it’s weird as hell that they constantly refer to every single ‘piece’ they post as a teen girl. If you rock with that you do not rock with me keep AI out of my space.

That’s all !!!

[katberk]

The Imaginary Friend

(1/2)

Next

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Soulmate au - Imaginary Friend

Summary - When Y/N witnesses Eddie’s little rant on her first day of school during lunch she can’t help but think he looks familiar with the boy she’s known since she was young

Warning: Bad punctuation and grammar

“Hey! What are you doing? I’m gonna get in trouble” A girl with H/C hair exclaimed with anger at her friend trying to reach the cookie jar on the top shelf. The boy who had his back towards her had short curly brown hair and a little denim jacket tied around his waist. Looking over his shoulder showing his chocolate button eyes he stuck his tongue out and went back to jumping on the chair underneath him determined to get the sweets.

“You said you were hungry, so I’m just getting a snack.” The kid said hopping down with the glass jar in hand. “You wouldn’t stop complaining.”

“What? I wasn’t complaining!” she mumbled taking the jar and turning on her heel. All of a sudden the jar was snatched out of her hands and put aside on the counter.

“Dear, I told you no cookies, dinners gonna be done in five.” The lady that stood above her was her mother, the beautiful lady that she copied in looks. The single mother that took care of her and answered all of her questions.

Avoiding her gaze she tried to fight back “It wasn’t my idea mom! It was Eddie!” but when she looked back at the space he was just in, he wasn’t there.

Sighing the woman caressed her callused hand on her daughter and gave her forehead a peck. “Your other half is a troublemaker my dear, a big trouble maker.” With that she gave out a laugh and walked away.

~

It’s been ten years since then and throughout those years I’ve moved to Hawkins with my mother. It wasn’t the most ideal place to live, but when she said she needed a fresh start and to get away from all the horrors. I had no other choice.

Being the new kid at a high school full of cliche titles and drama wasn’t fun, and having this be my first day wasn’t great either. All I knew was it was lunch time and I was hungry as fuck.

Walking through the halls someone collided into me and when I spun around I saw a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes who quickly started to ramble out apologies. “Oh no! I am so sorry! I didn’t see you there, even though I was looking ahead and should’ve seen you cause that’s what you’re supposed to do while walking. I- my names Robin Buckley! It’s nice to meet you.” Out of breath Robin stuck her hand out.

“Umm Y/N L/N same to you.” Laughing I shook her hand and started to follow her towards the cafeteria. The walk there wasn’t bad and striking up conversation with Robin wasn’t hard at all, she had this nice charm to her.

“Sooo I haven’t seen you around, I’m guessing you’re new?!” Robin questioned changing to another topic with ease.

“Yeah, just moved here yesterday. My mom needed a new start and decided little quite Hawkins was a good place to live. I’m mostly just trying to graduate really.” I answered smiling. Robin was someone I haven’t met, her demeanor was nervous but comfortable. “You wanna be friends?” I asked sensing her thoughts. Her shoulders relaxed and she stopped being tense, nodding her head she gave me a toothy smile and opened the doors for me.

“Well, here we are! You can sit with me!” She began dragging me to the lunch line. After getting our food… well what I believed was food we sat down at a table with a girl that was already there. I learned her name was Nancy Wheeler and she seemed nice enough. We all continued our conversations until a voice was heard throughout the crowd of teens silencing everyone.

“But as long as you’re into band or science or parities.” A boy with long curly brown hair yelled in a nasally voice walking on the lunch table he was at. Turning around and cupping his hands he continued “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

A boy with blonde hair and a green letterman jacket shot up making his chair skid, with anger on his face he fought back with what had to be a threat “You want something freak?!” It wasn’t really a good threat.

The “freak’s” response was to put both of his hands on top of his head in the shape of devil horns and make this crazy demonic gurgle-hiss. This got his table to erupt into laughter and a quite “prick” from the jock. It also got a chuckle out of me. Just a little one though.

Everyone went back to what they were doing after a couple of minutes but all I could do was just stare at the table that was still filled with laughter and high fives. “That’s the Hellfire table.” Nancy brought up noticing my absence. “That guy that just made a scene was Eddie, this is his third try at senior year.” Going back to the book she was reading Nancy finished off her explanation. “I know this cause of Mike, my brother.”

“Eddie…” That name seemed familiar. It felt like a name I knew… A name I would always say. “He looks familiar” I uttered not breaking my stare.

“Like a family member or a long time friend that you lost touch with? Maybe someone you remember meeting in your previous life?!” Robin listed confused with her new friends interest in the metalhead.

“You’re right with long time friend, but he wasn’t just a long time friend.”

“An imaginary friend?” Nancy quizzed having become interested in the new information.

“Yes! Exactly that! An imaginary friend!” I blurted out.

Now I remember. My best friend with the curly brown hair and chocolate button eyes.

“Go speak to him! He’s pretty nice.” Robin said pushing me over to the Hellfire table.

“Wait, what?! Robin!” But she was already back at our table and giving me a thumbs up. So I began walking over. ‘This is fine. I totally got this!’

Scanning the environment I noticed each table I pass look up at me. ‘Okay so maybe I don’t.’ My mind was racing each second and all I could do was overthink and wish my body would just turn me around and run back to the girls.

“Well, well, well I guess my speech really did bring someone our way.” Eddie smirked. Picking my head up we made eye contact and at that moment something changed in Eddie’s eyes.

Something that Eddie didn’t think he would ever feel “Umm, Jesus H Christ… hi!” The way his demeanor changed from confident and cocky to a stuttering mess made me swoon.

“Hey! I just wanted to come over, you see, how do I put this… you look familiar and-“

“Is this freak bothering you?!”

[sharpwin101]

“EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”

N.B. Hey guys, I'm re-uploading this narrative due to previous grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. mistakes. I'm completely bad at proofreading lol, and didn't take the time to read over, but after receiving some very impactful feedbacks on twitter, it gave me the motivation I needed to somewhat correct these mistakes🤞hopefully enough, finishing this fanfic, which I must say I'm quite excited for you guys to read.

  S2 EP16 “EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”,

  CHAPER 1

I don't get it?  As tears stream down her cheeks,

Her thoughts raced as she remained in front of her bathroom mirror long enough to get agitated by her own self-pity. 

She understood that harboring such feelings would not only be self-destructive, but would keep her trapped, she was mentally stronger, and refuses to let it sabotage the barrier she has construct throughout the years.

She knew conquering and embracing Max’s indecisiveness, was just a question of time. That continues to fail him terribly, repeatedly, to define them, what they meant to each other, wondering how much longer, if not impossible, it will be for him to embrace and overcome his own fetters to unleash what he truly feels. 

Will he ever? she’s impel to believed, naively unaware of her imperceptiveness to his true desire, behind his barriers, causing her to suspect mistakenly,

Questing “does he feels the same” 

She paces back and forth, flipping her heels off with a small grimace, scattering them on the floor.

Fervently turning to her living room, with an instant wipe of her tears, in the direction of the liquor cupboard, pulling the first wine bottle her hand came across, desperate for a wine opener, she run-walk towards the kitchen, leaving nearly all of the drawers open while probing through.

She spotted the opener. Yes, yes! Clutches it obstinately, relieved. 

As she holds the bottle inverted between her knees, she struggled to open it a bit, her mind still being indistinct after their encounter, temporarily forgotten how to open the wine bottle.

(The wine cork flew free)

She hastily turns it to her head, gulping it down as if she didn't have time to consume it a bit slower, inadvertently spilling it on her. 

Crap!

Returning to the bathroom in search of her robe, while undressing herself and gulping more wine down her throat.

Being the clean freak she is, immediately after, she brought her clothing towards the laundry room, as she senses the impending intoxication looming over her.

(Crash)The wine bottle slipped from her deft grip and shattered on the floor. 

she slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against the laundry door for support grappling to sit up. While her clothes slowly unfold from her arms, As she casts a longing glare into space.

She ruminate aloud, frustratedly. 

What is wrong with me? Staring up towards the roof, as though she was seeking answers to all of life's unanswered questions from a greater Entity.

Why I’m I so unlucky?

I fought on, knowing that I wasn't even sure whether I'd be ready too, if you chose me then or now, she added, laughing.

All the walls I've worked so hard to build, comes crumbling down whenever I see, I can’t comprehend it. 

As she gently holds the nape of her neck, breathing deeply, with her left hand  supporting her head, while facing down. I don't want to lose control; I can't lose control.

You say these significant things,

you look at me in the way you do, and then you do nothing?  How can I fight for that?

You asked me why I did what I did, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. I asked you to define us; 

what exactly, this, we are?  as she motioned for answers

I've given you so much, and I tried so hard not to but it's as if all my rationale goes out the window when you're in danger. (laughing sarcastically at her self). 

For God sake, you yelled at me.......... whenever I try to help.

I have these fantasies about you before getting out of bed, I've tried to ignore it; believe me, I have (laughing) 

now I'm just here talking to myself.

As her gaze wandered around the room, she became irritated by the smashed wine bottle. 

   “ FIGHT FOR US”,

CHAPERT 2

(KNOCKING) She tilted her head, confusedly glancing towards the front door, wondering if it was the alcohol or someone was actually at the door.

Struggling to get up from the floor, as she continues to listen attentively to hear whether the knocking was coming from her front door. She slightly slipped when grabbing for her phone on the kitchen counter, to check the time.

11:43pm

Tightening her robe as she wiped her face, pondering, a few names flashed through her mind, But why would they not call? silently muttering to herself. Her phone started to ring as soon as the knocking ceased. Resuming her attention to her phone, which lids up, displaying "Dr. Max Goodwin” with a slight discontent look, she responded, still gazing at the door, nervously biting down on her index finger.

What, what do you want? She answered. 

"I'm at your door; will you let me in?". Quickly swallowing her saliva, her heart races, instantly lowering her phone to her side, with a million thoughts rushes through her head as she looked at the messed she had created, quickly ending his call. She began picking up her clothes from the floor and rushed to the washroom, staring at her flushed face, unbothered at this point and didn't care whether he noticed she was crying.

She trudged towards the front door, spotting her bed slippers and pulls them on.  Briefly pausing before opening the door.

There he was, standing in front of her. Casually dressed, in blue jeans, a grey    t-shirt, and his black jacket, which she had seen him in before.

Trying not to look into his eyes, but he has already peered right into hers. Struck by how small and delicate she looks outside the walls of the hospital, becoming completely lost in her eyes, unable to speak. 'Um, I... What are you doing here? she asked, before he could finish his sentence.

Were you crying? With a slight head tilt, she rolled her eyes irritably as she turns her back on him, leaving the door ajar. What are you doing here, Max?, her voice raised rather than normal. The frustration in her voice perplexed him. I wanted to ‘Um, before noticing the shattered wine bottle on her floor. 

As she reaches to get the mob and dustpan from the storage area adjacent to her kitchen. He watches her as she teeters, shutting the drawers that she left open earlier.

As she approaches the spilt wine on the floor, she kept her eyes lowered trying not to look him into his. He detects her shakiness as she extends the broom over the shattered wine bottle. No! he said, with no intent, to say it so loudly. Reaching his hands towards the broom.

Let me help, she still persisted. He gently withdrew the broom from her grasp when she walked away towards another section of her apartment, as his eyes followed her.

He disposed the shattered glass in the trash can, placing the mob and dustpan into the already opened storeroom.

In search of her, he returned to the living room area. noticing she had her back to him, curled up on her couch in a sitting position, fully wrapped in a blanket that matches the color of his shirt.

He stood behind her for minute before approaching.

Placing his hand on her shoulder as he walks to the side of the couch. She shivers at his touch just enough for it to go unnoticed while still looking down.

Seating next to her, he tries to get her attention. Helen, she did not respond. I'm sorry.... As he questioned. Are you okay? Placing her right palm on her forehead, displaying a tiny discomfort. She muttered, I have a minor headache. ‘Um, do you have any pain relievers? Instantly patted his forehead after, quickly realizing she wouldn't be able to take it seeing that she was drinking. Hastily corrects himself, do you want me to make you some tea? she fixes her gaze on him.

Please let me make you tea, while he makes his usual puppy eyes at her.

She gave her approval with a nod. Where are your…...? Instructing him with a finger while drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He stood up lively, walking towards her kitchen, absolutely taken aback by how tidy and organized her apartment looked.

Already knowing what kind of tea because they both enjoy it the same, reaching into the pantry for the box of tea bags on the lower shelf, pulling a cup from the washer and placing it on the hot water kettle. He spoons in 1/2 teaspoon of sugar exactly how she likes it. While leaning his back on the counter.

As he waited for the water to heat up, he indulged in his thoughts, gazing around her kitchen.

The whistling from the kettle stopped, with relieved he turned around, adding the hot water to the tea bag and returning to her,

With a wide smile on his face, he hands her the cup, she noticed he didn't have his wedding ban, she looked into his eyes as her hands extends to take the cup. He noticed that she noticed, with a little distance between them, he sat beside her in silence. 

on her third sip of tea, he glances at her and proceeded to apologize.

I should never have let you walk out that door, ‘I, I.... I have tried to hide this.  It's been hard,

It almost drove me completely insane. As she looked at him, intently listening 

I've tried to hold back, since the day we met.......................... It's been eating me alive knowing I felt this way while being married and had already started a family,

but I can't deny that I haven't felt this, not any more, he remarked, shaking his head.

For the longest time, I felt guilty, knowing I had felt this way about you,

if I let you slip out of my life, without trying, to fighting for us, I will not survive it, 

I see you, Helen. it’s just that sometimes it takes me a minute, to remember what matters more than anything, you.

He drew closer to her, as she sets the tea cup on the center table. Helen, 

I’m ready to fight. Fight for you, for Us. 

Every time you've been near me, I've wanted to do stuff to you, imagining what it would be like. 

You are undeniably BEAUTIFUL and sexy, and I need to have you, in all the ways I have been dreaming of.

She swallows her nonexistent saliva as he got closer. With her mouth partially open, uncontrollably batting her eyes at him. She searches his eyes, while he searches hers for permission, to touch her, intimately. Placing his left hand on the right side of the back of her neck sliding his fingers upward, gently holding on to her hair, a rush of adrenaline prickled her stomach, as he watched the whooshing of her breathing, thinking how soft on silky the growths of her hair felt.

She needed him to touched her, she needed to grip him closer, but her body was weak, weak to his touch. As they stared intensely at each other, their faces being only a few inches apart, tightening his grip on her hair, causing her to slightly tilted her head back, finally freeing of her temporary paralysis, she grabs hold to his muscular arm with her left hand, while clutching his side with her other hand.

He knew he was in charge, and she wanted him, his lips being a inch closer to hers, her eyelids, fill down slowly closing.

Their lips touch, as their bodies tingles, her chest rises, left her feeling like she had no air. The instant chemistry they felt, was uncontrollable. His thinking slowed when his lips met hers. Time becoming unknown, as if he were in a dream, how warm and crazily soft her lips were.

As they draw each other deeper and further into each other's sanctum, thrusting herself up with a knee for support. 

Has he pauses, looking intently into her eyes, slowly begin rolling her robe over her shoulder.

In complete awe of how clear and smooth her skin appears, while stirring her down. He notices she was wearing a black lace bra that matches her thong, which complemented her skin tone well, lost in her eyes, before entirely removing her robe. As she gets back up on both knees, yanking his jacket off, while he impatiently helped her to removed his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt, she unzip his jeans. Holding her by the lower portion of her cheeks, he punches his tongue into her mouth. Resting his back on the couch, hoisted her up on top of him.

feeling her body, with both his hands on her waist, recognizing how small it was in comparison to her hips, being considerably wider. She bends her knees and places her hands on the couch over his shoulder. As his tongue trails down her neck, while unclipping her bra, struggling a little.

Carefully pulling it off, her hands fill to her side, looking down at him, when he stroked her breast with his hands, causing her head to fall back uncontrollably, as a rush of adrenaline went to her vulva, gasping harder as he places his mouth over her tit, slowly sliding his hand into her thong concomitantly.

He gave her a look, realizing she was already lubricated, as she gasped for breath somewhat dropping her upper body backwards as his hand quickly supported her back, her mouth flew wide open, when he slid his index and middle finger in an upward motion on her clit.

She moaned loudly as he stroked it faster, her body slipping in and out of his grip, being a fraction of a second from an orgasm, he halted.

He hoisted her up positioning her back laying on the couch, with one of his hands intertwined with hers above her head. He opens her legs slightly with his bent knee, while she bends her knees up to give him access. Passionately kissing her while caressing her clit with his right fingers. Her heart races. As he drags his tongue in between her breasts, he releases her hands as he went down further, trailing his tongue towards her navel, causing her tummy to jerked.

He elevates his head up as he pulls himself down more to her vulva, while holding on to her hips. He tasted her, swiftly clinging to the cushion behind her, unable to keep her legs steady as he licks her clit. (she rapidly gasp for air).  

She weakly tries to pull him up, with her orgasm being at it’s peek, moving back towards her lips, as they exchanged sensual glances. Using his hands as a support to keep himself upright while holding on to his already-erected dick. He puts the blanket under her back to elevate her slightly.

Penetrating her. Max, she screamed, quivering and gasping for breath, as she looks deeply into his eyes, attempting to caress the side of his face, (while she bit her bottom lip, as he went in deeper, she clutches onto him.

His sweat drips on her skin, as he moans, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

As he penetrates deeper, harder and faster inside her, he tightens his grasp around her waist. As they drew closer, their moans became more even louder.

Fuck! he shouted as he ejaculated his semen into her, simultaneously in the instant of her orgasm relief. They both felt to the ground. Looking at each other, completely in awe. 

He extends his hand to the side of her face, pulling her in, to cuddled her.

[kyoupann]

Please do more of the writing head canons. It’s really interesting to see other people’s ideas on the topic, so if you can be bothered, I would highly appreciate more, thanks bye <3

Y’all don’t know how happy I am to talk about these headcanons, they are my babies and I love them so much :’) thanks for asking g <3

Handwriting Headcanons

Same dynamic as before, try to guess whose handwriting it is before reading and tell me how many you got right! <3

You can find the first post here (no need to check it tho)

Quick disclaimer: halfway through making my initial notes, I remembered I had one (1) single lesson of graphology in my applied linguistics class, but that was a year ago and some information might be off. I just thought it was neat to include.

Another quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Hylian, but I like to think it has a similar stroke system to Japanese, so the pressure and accuracy of your strokes play a major role in your handwriting (among other things, ofc.) so there are some parts where I focus more on that

(First Row, from left to right)

Sky

Our first boy is mother hen! Believe it or not, he has the prettiest handwriting out of all of them! Sky: probably has nice, even elegant handwriting because Sun forced him to practice when they were little. In the end, that paid off because his handwriting is the prettiest one. There’s no pressure, but he is confident in what he writes that his lines aren’t thin. Mistakes? what is that? this boy has impeccable grammar and spelling. No mechanic errors to be found in his letters! I’d like to think that many of Hyrule’s classic/staple poems were originally written by the firt king aka sky child. Like, imagine, after a retiring from being a Person of Power (as the first ruler), Sky finds comfort in the arts: revisits his old woodcarvings and starts writing poetry about the world he still doesn’t fully understand. wowie. tldr: sky writes poetry and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

This is what one of his letters would look like: 

Next one is the one and only, our Hero of Time

2. Time

I’ll die on the “Time didn’t know how to read and write” hill. His handwriting is simple, not pretty but not messy. It has some grammar and spelling mistakes here and there. Can become unreadable if writing in a hurry, he sorts of forgets spaces between words are a thing/letters have different sizes and lowercase letters end up the same size as capital letters. I’m not saying he sometimes forgets to write articles: he just doesn’t want to. Honestly, he just has this dad-neat handwriting. He is a gentle dad and writes like a dad, if he puts too much pressure onto the paper, his handwriting become too sharp/angle-ish and ends up looking ugly. And as much as he would like to not care about it, in the end he does (:

Malon taught him how to write and it was quite the experience. At first he didn’t want to because he was ‘too old’ to learn and it was torture at first, but now look at him devouring his cowboy novels. 

A chunk of his handwriting: 

*sniff* such a dad quote.

3. my mansss, your  4x1 deal at Target: Four

Look, my boy is patient! He could do some nice and fancy lettering if he wanted to. He was taught that handwriting and spelling said a whole lot about him as a person, you know, like a first impression kinda thing; so he always proof reads more than twice before sending ­a letter. Super rare grammar mistakes.

The faster he writes, the more slant his writing becomes. Under stress/ when not sure how to write things down, run-on sentences are everywhere and his handwriting is inconsistent in general (I don’t headcanon each part of him having completely different handwriting because handwriting becomes muscle memory over time. It’s just slightly different variations of the same, like idk  Vio’s handwriting is neater than Green’s and Red writes hearts instead of any dot/circle and no, I do not take constructive criticism on that, jk i do.) Adding on to each of the colours’ handwriting, I’d think Red and Green write with words slanted to the right( inclined), Vio is a mix of the opposite, so reclined and straight, and my mans blue a true neutral writes straight (kinda like Time’s).

The logic behind this is that inclined writing supposedly means honesty and need for giving (and getting) affection; reclined means, as you can probably imagine,  defensiveness and repression of true feelings, but also shows great concentration; straight handwriting means self-control, observation and reflection as well as distrust and indifference. But as complete being (tm), Four just writes as in the image example which is not too straight and not too inclined, and I believe that’s a good middle for him

HOWEVER, if I’m feeling in the mood for crack, I totally accept this boy to have the ugliest, chicken scratches-looking handwriting! :’D It’s just funny to think that someone like him, who has to be precise and careful in his work, can't write neatly to save his life. 

One of his letters would look like this: 

Also I just LOVE how his hero titles look in this font ksksks

and that’s

(Middle row, from left to right)

4.- Mister Bunny Boy - Legend

His uncle taught him how to write. I’d call his handwriting pretty and neat at a first glance, but he presses too hard on the paper, most of the time staining the back or the following page. Sometimes will retrace some words if he doesn’t like how it looks (which only makes it messier). According to my notes, a thick or strong handwriting represents determination/commitment.

As I also headcanon him to know many languages, mechanical errors are more present than grammar ones; that is, weird capitalisation of words. Punctuation is somewhere in between; uses too many commas when he should just cut the sentence. he mixes punctuation from two languages or more in writing when too distracted (or too focused, because, well, pressure.); when he writes for himself, he has almost no problem following said language’s punctuation rules. Also, this is just polyglot culture, and I’m projecting a bit, but when he forgets a word in the language he’s writing, he just replaces it with its equivalent in another language because we don’t care about fluency, but rather functionality. in this household (more on that in my language hc, ksksks).

An example of his writing:

so powerful

4.-  Mr. Wolfman, howl me a song - Twilight

I don’t have much for him because 1) I don’t think he writes a lot and 2) he is a hands-on/visual learner, I’ll die by that. He only learnt how to write because Ulli insisted it was important and he was not about to disrespect his momma; he IS That Guy, but doesn’t really write enough to have neat handwriting.

Many people seem to overlook the fact that his house is filled with books and write him as completely illiterate (which if not explored properly, ends up feeling a bit disrespectful and full of prejudice, but go off I guess; and that’s on my core Headcanons for Twi); however, he sticks to simple sentences. Knowing how to read and understanding a text is different from knowing how to write them. Like, when we would see a semicolon and understand its position in the text, but didn’t understand the nature of it. Is this clear? idk i’m sorry. So yeah, boy reads a lot, writes very little.

As for his Actual Handwriting, as opposed to Legend, his handwriting is thiccc but not because he presses into the paper; he is just that messy, he has no sense of ink-flow-control, he does what he can with what he has. To the untrained eye, his handwriting illegible letters like v, n, u are very similar; when he makes notes for himself he does it in the form of doodles or small ‘icons’. But! He reads a lot, so he rarely makes spelling mistakes (: he is your go-to guy when you don’t know how to write a word.

An example of his writing:

He keeps a journal, sue me.

3. My first born- Warrior

Okay, first off... I accept this is completely biased. I saw the idea and said “That’s True”. If you haven’t, please read Effective Communication; or The Lack of Thereof by htruona, a fic where the boys reflect on the language barriers between them. It’s incredibly funny and probably what made me start making these silly notes. So, if you’ve read that fic, you know where I’m going.

My man, Warrior, can’t fucking write. I mean, he physically can, but it’s very bad. Here’s the reason for it, tho, and it’s not his fault: Technically, he knew how to write alright but he joined the military and whatever note he had to write had to be concise or in the worst case coded. He mixes capital and lowercase letters. If we consider that he joined the military at around 15, his handwriting and grammar had yet to continue developing. Just think about how after summer break, your handwriting was always slightly worse than before because you didn’t write for an entire month. Now think what 2 years can do to that. Hmm, not cool, dude. He makes quick notes, when writing he’s all gotta go fast. he is the lighting mcqueen of writing; good for emergency messages, not ideal for love letters. His punctuation also suffered a lot, he only know full stops and commas and hardly uses them. A sentence for him is either one word or fifty without a single comma, no inbetween.

His hero title and an example of his writing.

(Bottom row, or what I like to call “fuck cursive” row)

7.- Magic man - Hyrule

I’m basic and I do agree with the popular headcanon of he not knowing how to write because well, y’all know his Hyrule. He only knows how to write his name because that’s important, same with numbers. I don’t see why would he write/read except checking the roadsigns. (he can even use this as an excuse for getting lost frequently; he thought it said something different.) But I do think that because his habitual reading consists of roadsigns, his ‘punctuation’ is weird af and places full stops/points/periods at the same level of his words and his commas/question/exclamation marks below them. Yk, creative license. Sadly, I don’t have much about my magic hands man so here’s what his writing would look like if he actually wrote a paragraph:

Man, I love Hyrule.

8.- Man, I don’t understand this boy -  Wild

Cursive? ain’t nobody have the time for that. He woke up and had to save the world in his underwear while not knowing how to read nor write.  He learnt during his journey and was taught by multiple people from different regions, that explains his inconsistent spelling of things and names for them. So Wild knows language variations for many items and uses them interchangeably (even if they aren’t exactly the same). Another headcanon related to writing/language skills that I’ve been thinking about is that if the shrine was able to cause amnesia, I’m sure there were other areas in the brain affected which leads us to language disorders such as agraphia and aphasia. But that’s a story for another day ksksksk

An example of his writing (after relearning)

9.- The best of sons - Wind

I don’t have much for him and that makes me sad. Look, he’s a kid, doing kid things like stabbing dudes on the head. This boy was taught cursive by his grandma, but could never do it and no one needs it anyway. His handwriting is good enough for his pirate life, Tetra is the one to handle Official stuff, he just gotta sign. Spelling and grammar mistakes abound. He is still relatively young and can correct his handwriting if he desires. But same as Wild, with how many times he’s been thrown out and hit his head, I’m starting to consider some language disorder for him as well.

An example of his writing:

aaand that’s it.

Thanks, y’all for showing interest in this silly thing uwu it was fun to finally talk about this. If you ever want to discuss ideas/headcanons(especially if they are related to language and culture), I’m your person (: I’m always happy to hear new headcanons. Feel free to add anything to this post either in a reply or in a reblog, I’d love to hear from y’all <3<3

[purplecantaloupe]

I was scrolling through Instagram when I saw this pic. The way his hand is resting on Mike’s face. His JAW. The things this boy does to my soul is just RUDE. This pic isn’t mine (obvs)

Disclaimer: I wrote this at 1:46am at work yesterday so there definitely will be poor writing and grammar/punctuation errors.. I haven’t posted on here in awhile and I just thought that it’d be nice to give you guys something, I hope you enjoy

Warnings: like two maybe three swear words, ABUNDANT amount of fluff, the entire thing sucks and it’s not really realistic, also this is gender neutral

Word Count: 1386

So you and Calum are hanging out at one of your places, let’s say Calum’s. Duke is laying on the couch next to you on top of the large fuzzy blanket that you have thrown over you and Calum. Tummies full of pizza and wings, a scary movie playing on the tv in front of you, your head practically behind the blanket at this point.

“Cal tell me what’s going on, I can’t look; fuck them jumpscares,” you say and hold up a middle finger towards the screen, suddenly hearing a boom from the surround sound speakers in front of you. Your head immediately goes into Calum’s chest/armpit area and you grip into his thigh for dear life. You hear the vibration of a chuckle from his chest and you whimper. “Not funny…” you mumble.

Calum’s arm wraps around your waist tighter, causing your (his) shirt to ride up, he then gently rubs circles into the exposed skin with his thumb to distract you.

“No worries love, a skinwalker.. looking.. thing is chasing after one or the chicks who’s half naked,” he says trying to soften the scene for you. You open one eye—not even realizing your eyes were shut for who knows how long— and low and behold there’s a woman running from a creature as it shrieks and runs towards her before scooping her up and her screams can be heard from behind, next, and in front of you.

“Caluuum,” you whine, “that’s terrifying, how are you okay with this?” You ask and look up at him instead of the screen. He shrugs before responding.

“Dunno it’s just a movie,” he says, still rubbing circles into your side. He turns his head from the screen and presses a kiss to your temple, “I’m here to protect you, don’t worry, love.” Your favorite nickname came from his mouth instantly spreading warmth to your cheeks and security through your body.

His free hand comes up to cup the side of your face and he presses a soft and gentle kiss to your nose. Then his other hand comes up from your waist and it pulls your head down to his chest, his instinct knowing that a jumpscare was due to happen. He puts his hand over your eyes to shield you from the torment and before you can protest and question his actions he jumps, full well knowing that it was going to happen. You both let out a breath of a chuckle and his hand moves from your eyes to your shoulder.

Calum reaches up to the table, pausing the movie and you furrow your brow at him.

“Bathroom break,” he says, clearing up your confusion. You nod and look up at the screen and gasp. He had paused it at a scene where the half naked woman is now getting eaten, her picture blurry from the movement of the scene, her mouth wide open in a scream as the monster appears to be stalking her.

Calum glances at you and rubs your shoulder, “just a movie, honey. Don’t look at it if it scares you.” He says and pecks your cheek before he stands and stretches his back out. Duke hears his dad’s movements in his sleep and his ears perk up and eyes open ready to follow him no matter what.

“No my protector!” You joke gently grabbing Duke and hold him to your chest. Calum looks down at you as he stretches and chuckles.

“He’ll keep you company while I pee, isn’t that right? You’re gonna be Y/N’s guard dog from the big bad monsters.” Calum teases and you swat at his arm as it reaches down to rub Duke’s head and he gives Calum a lick on his hand in approval. Cal chuckles, “That’s my good boy,” he says before he turns to clean up a little of the food mess and drop it in the kitchen before he makes his way to the bathroom.

While Calum is gone you roll onto your back, lying on the couch, and lay Duke on your chest. You lull him back into his slumber as you rub your hand down his back gently and sigh, feeling peaceful. You pull the blanket up over Duke’s back and smile down at him and how similar he looks to an actual human baby and Calum has the same idea as he chuckles while he walks back to meet you. You start to sit back up in the position you three were in but Calum stops you.

“Just sit up a bit,” Calum says and he scoots in behind you so you’re practically lying on him, your back to his chest. You sigh, fully content with your position.

He resumes the tv and you jump again, the music of the background in the movie startling you as well as subconsciously knowing exactly what was going to happen, but the moment of content made you forget that you were scared in the first place. Your jump stirred Duke awake which made him get fed up from all the moving around and he jumped onto the floor to go lay in his bed where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

“I guess he didn’t want to protect anymore,” you say and giggle quietly. You roll over and lay face down on Calum’s chest to which he groans from the weight shift and then lets out a chuckle and wraps his arms around your back.

“The movie’s almost over, honey and then we can go to bed,” he says as he glances down and watches your head snuggle into his chest.

Once the movie ends Calum sighs as the realization sets in that all the main characters died and the ending wasn’t at all what he wished. He looked down, despite not being able to see your face he saw your back moving up and down at a rhythm which he knew meant that you had fallen asleep. He gently scooted out from underneath you and lifted you up into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and set you down in the bed, pulling the covers up over you and he made his way into the bathroom. He did his normal night routine, pulling his shirt off, tossing it into the hamper and made his way back to you in the bed.

He saw you sitting up and practically jumps out of his skin.

“Holy shit, don’t do that oh my god.” He whispers breathless as you let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just woke up and didn’t know where you were,” you say and he nods. Making his way to his side and lying down next to you. He props himself up on his elbow, head on his hand and he looks over at you, a huge grin on his face. Your eyes and lips puffy from your nap, cheeks a little red from laying on his chest. He was totally smitten with you. “What?” You day and furrow your eyebrows but smile at him.

“You are just so beautiful, I can’t believe that I get to go to sleep with you next to me every night, I wake up next to you every morning. I get to hold you, touch you, love you. You are everything.” He whispers and you smile.

“I love you, Calum. You sappy mother fucker.” You giggle and he chuckles quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I love you too,” he whispers and leans up and cups the side of your face, pulling you towards him in a kiss. This kiss meant everything. It was different than many of your other kisses, this type of kiss has only happened when you least expected it. It was like you saw stars, the world stopped and you both shot up into space, head spinning, spine tingling type of kiss. Neither of you wanted to pull away but having to breathe was a factor in this situation so you reluctantly pulled away first, laying your hand on his jaw, tracing it with your finger nail. The sharp curve where his jaw meets decorated with a small amount of stubble.

“You were made for me,” he whispers into your ear.

“And you were made for me.”

[diamondluxesugar]

Alright I just know your asks are bursting at the seams but here is the requested update:

Since the last time I sent in an ask (I had to go check 😭) a loooot has happened…. First, last semester was suuuuuper difficult for a lot of factors but I still have my scholarship 🤪 and honestly i learned some lessons about pride and class registration (if rate my professor says it’s not a good class, maybe just leave it alone)… but anywayyyy I got into MLT’s career prep program so I’m excited for that! The on campus internship I’m involved in is a LOT of work but I’ve gained really great experience in planning and student leadership so there’s that… I’m also starting an org on campus and I think i might end up on the executive committee of another one but we’ll see. I found a missing niche on campus and im starting and org as well, I have a campus advisor and everything I just need to submit the paperwork. Ummmm what else…. I’ve made friends! I try to go to the free stuff in the area and drag my friends with me (somehow I still haven’t been to a party though lol). This semester im taking 21 credits and between that and my orgs im sooooo busy. Im currently looking for an internship for the summer but I think that’s all for academics.

For some bad/good news I ended up in a really bad relationship over the summer but I dumped him and im in therapy and recovering from all that but im honestly in a really good space mentally so im happy about that! Im sorry the grammar and punctuation is all over the place I have such a bad headache rn 😭 but that’s all

-HBCU Anon 💕💞😌

Oh yeah my research is published and I presented at an international conference (they invited me to speak at another one too but I had to decline)

[anyawarrior]

Hey, I have something to come forward about./vent

Dear followers/friends/strangers,

Have any of you ever wondered why I talk so weirdly formal? As in using proper punctuation, capitalization, grammar, spelling, and pronunciation? It’s because I’m extremely conscious about myself. You see, I have autism. I’m high functioning, yes, but I’m still extremely conscious about it. I don’t like looking back more than two years ago because I hate seeing my foolish optimism and obliviousness. I was so high-energy, so excited, and I don’t like looking back then. It makes me conscious about myself. I talk ridiculously proper to look smarter, to look more normal, to look like I can function, to form a mask, a lie, hiding my autism. It’s something I can’t help. Something ingrained into my head that if I don’t seem like I can function normally, I won’t have a use to anyone or anything.

I’m sorry for lying about myself, but it’s a defense mechanism. If I’m too open about who I am, I’ll be bullied, overwhelmed, attacked, and end up hurt. “Never again,” I think, sitting in the bushes at my school, crying as a teacher gives me a write-up because I’m undergoing sensory overload. “Never again,” I think, as I get abused for my kindness and thrown aside for being too tired one day. “Never again,” I think, after saying something bad because I was oblivious and just trying to speak my mind.

Everything I say is a shot in the dark. I either hit someone and offend everyone because I used the wrong words, or I hit the target and get my point across. I want to speak my mind about things, but when it’s a sensitive subject and the area’s a minefield, I never end up getting my point across because I’m too paranoid of destroying everything with one wrong word. Even making jokes is dangerous for me, because some people might not think it’s a joke and will take offense to me joking about gazelles and deer being close enough. Every time I say something and cause an argument or fuss, those two words run through my head. “Never again.”

I always have trouble getting my words out of my head and into the world without losing the message. It’s like translation it through several different languages, and then it translates one more time for other people to understand it. Like a messed up, dangerous game of Telephone, my words get lost along the way. I can only hope that this time, nothing gets lost in translation.

When I was little, I would come up with silly little short stories, write them down, and share them with my whole class. Now I have full universes I’ve created from the ground up, poems I’ve spilled my heart and soul into, songs that shout everything I’ve been afraid to say... And not a single soul hears or sees it.

When I was little, I would sing my heart out in my bedroom, even if it was 8 PM and some neighbors were trying to sleep. Now I can’t even hum or sing quietly without feeling like I have the voice of a strangled frog with lung cancer.

When I was little, I would draw and doodle and not think anything of it, proud of what I made. Now I give up when I can’t draw something because, if it’s not perfect, the world shouldn’t see it.

It’s not just my autism that pains me, either. It’s my depression, my anxiety, my ADHD, my OCD, every part of my mind that’s different than someone else’s causes me great pain and strife. So many words, so many voices, so much yelling, and I can hardly hear myself through the arguments that rampage through my mind. No, I don’t actually hear voices, it’s personification of everything.

My anxiety sometimes has the right idea, but overreacts, and other times it keeps me from doing what’s right.

My depression doesn’t care, it’s existential, the type to smoke cigarettes and throw them wherever, not caring if it starts a wildfire.

My OCD focuses on perfection, but if I try to do something productive, it says it’s not worth the time.

My ADHD wants to spend time having fun, but when I try to, it decides to space out and not get anything done.

My autism always has good intentions, but uses the wrong words sometimes and hurts people on accident.

And then there’s me. A combination of all of this. A mess of low self-esteem and sometimes the embodiment of “I see no God up here other than me.” Unable to focus. Unable to think. Unable to learn. Unable to speak. Unable to get her thoughts out there into the world where maybe, just maybe, someone could see them and offer comfort.

It pains me to cover up one of the biggest parts of who I am, but I don’t know what else to do. I hope you can forgive me for hiding so much, and for suddenly venting like this. I just needed to get this out there. Things wouldn’t feel right if all people thought of me was bubblegums and sunshine. I’m not perfect, I’m not full optimism. I’m human, just like you, and don’t let all of my bumps and edges say otherwise.

Sincerely, AnyaWarrior.

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first draft Death’s Garden decent scene

Please keep in mind this is a first draft, I’ve taken out some things that just seemed not to fit (many D&D references). Advice/critique is more than welcome. Grammar and vocab corrections would be really helpful, I learned English through immersion so they don’t come naturally. I kind of feel like it has a bit of a “fanfic-y” feel (as my friend put it since I couldn’t put it to words in English). 

This section is from early in the story but not the beginning - which is why the protagonist isn’t introduced here. Hope you enjoy!  

“This section is called “restricted” for a reason you know.”

I jumped, not expecting someone to be behind me. Turning to face her I couldn’t believe she had snuck up on me, in heels, on stone, no less. “I was just looking for a botany book, I must have gotten turned around”.

“So you’re saying you. While looking for a book about plants, left the botany section, wandered over past the signs, casually opened a door with a plaque that says ‘RESTRICTED’ and when suddenly, you found yourself in an unfamiliar basement section of the library decided to look for… what book was it you said you were looking for?”

“A… moss… encyclopedia?” A+ Catherine, very believable.

“You decided to look for a moss encyclopedia in a section of decrepit books, two floors below the library, and when faced with shelves of occult and mythology books you decided you were in the right place? Did I get that right?”

“…yes?” so believable, much stealth great job.  

She sighed, looking exasperated, “Did you open any of the books?”

I assumed, thinking she was worried I had broken the spine or ripped a page on one of the other books. So, I lied. “No”

She quirked an eyebrow, but seemed to believe me. “Ok, if you didn’t touch anything and didn’t open any of the books then we should be good, I’ll just walk you out and point you to the correct section, so you don’t get lost.”

Wow… how does she fit so much cynicism into just five words? She seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move and head towards the door, and I did just that, impressed I would be getting away with no consequences, it would have been awful to lose my library access and be banned.

Of course, just then the book I had previously been reading through decided the haphazard way I had shoved it into the bookshelf was not stable enough and thumped to the ground, lifting a cloud of dust in the process.

“for the love of… I wish humans wouldn’t lie so easily, It makes my job so much harder!” and with that, a gust of wind how is there wind inside a closed room underground? Slammed the door to the stairwell shut.

“First, you entered the restricted section and triggered the warning alarms, I was sure it was just some kid testing out authority but nope, you just had to go and enter this room. And instead of acting rationally and leaving immediately you decided to just read one of the books? And then have lie about it?” Each sentence was punctuated by a step forward, towards me, as I took a step back, away from her, until my back hit the bookshelf which had definitely not been there a minute ago.

The only way out was through the door, which was behind her, and as I watched two more bookshelves were pushed across the floor to flank me, effectively blocking me in so my only way out was to get past her.  

“I promise I didn’t rip the book, I was just curious it looked so pretty and I Just felt like I had to open it. And I really didn’t mean for it to fall, I’ll pay for the restoration costs.” Yeah you and what money?

“I’m sorry but there are rules, you broke them, I’m just following protocol” with one last step she closed the gap between us “for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for what’s going to happen[LE1] , and I’ll make sure the door is better sealed, so this doesn’t happen again.” With that, the floor opened up and my world was plunged into darkness.

 For a moment, all was quiet, and rather then falling, I felt like I was floating. Cradled in the dark, surrounded by silence, it was unnerving.

As soon as the decent began, it ended, and a cloak billowed around me as we touched ground, if it could even be called that. The ground, though it felt like I was standing on dirt, was bleached, almost glowing in the dark cavern. Though my eyes were adjusting, the ground, or rather, the path, was the only thing I could see, stretching foreword, then turning a corner and disappearing from view. Jagged stalactites jutted out to my left, and a dripping noise told me there were more above me.

“Well then, we’re here, we should get a move on, I have better things to do then guide some random human to the council room.” Ok rude, I was the one who had just been kidnapped, the least she could do was not act like she’d rather be anywhere else, why would she bring me here otherwise?

Where was ‘here’ anyways? Turning to ask I felt a bony hand grab my shoulder and spin me back, following the cue I stayed facing away from her, noticing that what had felt bony was in fact, bone. The panic that follows being dropped into a random cave in a way that defies all laws of nature, and being grabbed by a skeleton meant I had no filter, nor was I responsible for what came out of my mouth, nor the tact it was lacking.

“Oh god you have no skin, you’re dead, am I dead? Who’s going to take care of my pets? And my plants? Where am I? Are you in some kind of cult? Are you going to kill me? Where is your ski-” a bony hand, no, bones, clamped over my mouth.

“Shut. Up. It’s bad enough I’m behind on collection because you felt the need to go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, I refuse to listen to your panicked chattering. Calm down and start walking.” She pushed me foreword, and I began walking, her hand still on my shoulder, keeping me moving.

“Excuse me for freaking out after being dropped through a hole in the ground and standing on dirt that makes no geological sense. Telling me to calm down does not even begin to help!” My voice, though it was only slightly raised echoed in the empty space around us, and her hand tightened on my shoulder.

“Look I get this is scary for a first-timer, and this might not be the best introduction to this place. But once I bring you to the council they’ll decide if to glamor your memories or find a solution for you, the fact that you were able to see the books at all is a bad sign, humans should not be resistant to charms, especially not ones as strong as those in the library.”

“Council? Glamor? Charms? This sounds like some fantasy book. Oh god you are a cult aren’t you.” Hysteria was taking over rapidly.

“If you don’t shut up now worse things then me are going to hear you, and I’m not willing to do all the paperwork that comes from getting into a fight with the likes of creatures around here, so you won’t be able to count on me to help. So be. Quiet.” She hissed in my ear, the urgency in her tone making me shut up… this is definitely a cult.

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Get ready to form voltron!

Obligatory warning for a long post ahead: Whilst I know this post may be intimidating to some people. please do not let it put you off from reaching out to me :) “I say vol and you say tron! Vol…..” “Eh.... voltron?” “We’ll work on it.” Hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and that you’ve been able to stay safe and healthy during the pandemic (and that the easing of some restrictions depending on where you are has not negatively affected you). After binge watching legendary defender on netflix I’ve had the undying and uncontrollable urge to do a voltron rp. Now I bet you’re all wondering what I want and if you’re going to get to do some shipping.......we’ll I guess you’re just going to have to read on and find out. I’m looking for literate rper’s only. That means people who write in third person past tense, can give me at the very least one well thought out and fleshed paragraph (as well as be willing to write more when the situation calls for it) and has a decent grasp on their spelling, grammar and punctuation. I will not yell at you for the occasional bout of typonese but one liners, one worders, poorly written responses and lazy writing in general will not keep me around. If I can’t read what you’ve written and you’re not willing to put some effort in or correct it then there’s no point in me sticking around. I also require rper’s who’ve actually watched voltron whether it be legendary defender, defender of the universe or voltron force. If you’re someone whose a stickler for canon accuracy then I’m probably not the rper for you. When I rp in a fandom setting I treat it a bit like a base as in there’s rules to follow but I don’t have to follow them as if I’m reading the show script. To put it simply I value creativity and ideas that allow a different take on the characters and what could’ve happened. I only rp male alien or alien hybrid characters and they’re premade but flexible in how they’re written. I do not have pictures nor do I desire to spend endless hours of time to find a face claim of a creature that isn’t the typical different coloured humanoids you see in voltron. I have descriptions and that’s it. I do not care if your character is made up on the spot or if you prefer to rp as a canon character. Shippers......I’m sorry but I will not rp a canon character as anything other than a side. I do not rp them as mains so if you were looking for some sheith or klance I’m sorry to disappoint you. That being said you are free to play as any canon character you desire or an oc as I’m open to oc x oc pairings or oc x canon pairings (you being the canon character) and I do either MxM or FxM pairings. Romance and non fade to black smut will both occur in the rp but it must be slow burn. I do not do fast paced love at first sight as it’s just not something that holds my interest. No sub dom dynamics, switch dynamics only and please no characters whose entire personality is just one emotion or one trait they have. Guys.....please don’t call my aliens furries or whatever. I don’t rp generic spray painted humans and we’re rping in a world full of wacky and crazy aliens that have fur,scales,tails,multiple arms, etc so I find it Incredibly annoying to have a label forced on my character like it’s a bad thing. Alien means something not from earth, if a human was to be born on altea or daibazzal, it’d be considered an alien despite probably being a hundred percent human. If your view and comfort zone is restricted to aliens that look like an altean and nothing else then you needn’t not message me. I’m not going to make you rp with me if this is a dealbreaker so if you don’t heed this warning then you do not be rude after pulling a shocked pikachu. Be mature about it if you realise it’s a deal breaker rather than just blocking or suddenly deciding you no longer want to talk to me and that you’ll just ignore me till I unfriend you. DO NOT COME TO ME SAYING OR ASKING YOU WANNA DO A SHEITH RP/ DO YOU RP AS THESE CANON CHARACTERS! I cannot stress this enough. I don’t know how I can make it any clearer that I do not do canon character mains nor do I do rp’s solely for the purpose of shipping said rp characters. As I’ve said before, if you wanna play a canon character go ahead but I will not rp a canon character as anything other than a side. My oc’s are my mains. You and your characters must be 18+. I’m in my twenties and will not rp with a minor, especially since I have mature and adult themes in my rp’s that I do not want to get into trouble for Rping them with someone whose underaged. Underaged characters are just........a big no for the sole fact that my characters are adults and that i do not feel uncomfortable playing against underaged characters. You must be able to give me one or more responses a day. If it’s been two weeks since the last response and you’ve mysteriously disappeared then I’m not going to stick around for the day you decide to answer me. I do not like having my time wasted for any reason. My time zone is the eastern Australian time zone but I’m available and awake at odd hours so time zones aren’t too big of an issue for me. Remember that I’m looking for a long term partner, someone to carry an rp with for more than just a few days or a week and someone to write multiple stories with. I have tonnes of ideas and head cannons for the rp but I’m open to brainstorming and ideas. We can mix and match ideas till we get something we both like. I want this to be a shared job, don’t expect me to be the one to carry everything just cause I’m the one supplying the idea. Down below I’ve decided to list a couple of ideas that I have: New school defenders: the paladins of voltron have been defending the universe for years. Many stories of their countless victories, battles and struggles are something that every parent who was alive during the war told their children. Once the main three were taken out (haggar, lotor and zarkon) the paladins settled down to teaching the garrisons new generation of cadets. The new change in curriculum was welcome for many as well as a new change in ship style. To make sure that peace could be maintained in every quadrant of every galaxy the paladins of voltron has trained the cadets to fly animal styled space ships like the lions. The animal ship a pilot was assigned depended on their personality, strengths, weaknesses, how well they worked in a team and their style of fighting and piloting skills. The importance of team bonding was something the paladins basically preached. When news of the return of an old foe forces the paladins to return to their jobs as voltrons warriors and they suddenly disappear many write them off as dead or perhaps in distress. None of the superiors are interested to find out..... so who will? Lotor’s reign: It was unbelievable. It couldn’t be true. It had to not be true. Voltron taken down by lotor, son of the mighty emperor zarkon himself, and the paladins were now working for him without question as his top generals?! When the news had first hit many people had panicked whilst countless others had been slain for daring to believe and protest that it was all just some lie made up by the half galran prince who was now an emperor like his father before him. Princess Allura herself was locked away in an unknown location after refusing the cruel man’s hand in marriage so she is no help for what is now a lost hope. Lotor’s reign had well and truly begun all those years ago and it was holding steady. People had forgotten long ago that even in complete and utter darkness….one can always find a speck of light that burns bright no anger how small. Mirror mirror: For many years people believed the galra were a race of cruel, vicious, animalistic thinking beings whose only goal was to destroy and conquer words. No one would’ve ever believed that it was the peacekeeping alteans that had been working to plot the galaxy’s downfall. Voltron, belonged to the galrans, they’d been the ones who’d built it after all despite letting alfor pilot voltron’s right arm. When the king had been turned down on his idea to share the mighty robotic war machine he simply built his own. Five dragons that formed dracotron were what the alteans used as their voltron and weapon to conquer the galaxies. Emperor zarkon, under the advice of Haggar the witch, was one of the few world leaders who managed to get his people to safety. Ever since watching the great kingdoms that he’d known for almost ten thousand years fall under the alteans greed and obsession for power over peace, he prayed for miracle in whatever form he could get it in. When two young stragglers end up stranded on the galra’s second home world, the cards of fate are laid according to haggar, much to everyone else’s confusion. What could two lost souls possibly do to bring back what was lost to the alteans? Gamora’s guns: The guns of Gamora was a rebel group with the goal of foiling any plans of the altean empress allura. Led by the brave commander Sven and his somewhat neurotic sidekick Slav, the gun’s were spread far across the galaxy in little pockets of altean dominated space to keep tabs on the empires schemes and try their best to counteract them. The new recruits were aliens and humans from far and wide working together hand in hand to try and prevent a reign of terror from truly taking over. When plans for creating a super weapon fall on the ears of a trusted source, the newest batch of recruits are sent to locate, find and bring back the blueprints. Of course, such things are easier said than done. The chosen: Keith.lance.hunk.shiro (or Sven, depends on whether you want this to follow a legendary defender type story arc or one of the older series). Allura. Pidge. These were names that belonged to the universe's greatest heroes. Legends beyond all compare. They were champions of the universe and paladins of the mightiest robotic warrior to have ever been built: voltron. The great robot and the lions that formed it were well over ten thousand years old…..sadly for the paladins, they knew that they wouldn’t live to or beyond the great age their lions and oldest enemies had. The galaxy garrison had worked extra hard on ensuring that the next generation of pilots would be suitable candidates for the possibility of becoming voltron’s future paladins. Each paladin chose a student whom they felt like would be the most suitable to take their place and trained them with the knowledge that they were not the ones who had the final decision as to who flew who…..or even if they’d fly at all. What happens when one student fails and is rejected by not one but all the lions? What becomes of them and what is their place on team voltron? What happens to the rest of the team? Only time will tell, according to coran, such a thing has never happened before…...but what happens if it does? From all walks of life to the universe's greatest heroes: Shouldn’t have to explain this one too much. Forget the show paladins, bring your oc’s or next gens onto the table and let them take the stage! Before we reach the end of the post, here are some important reminders: 1: NO REACHING OUT TO ME ASKING FOR A CANON CHARACTER SHIPPING RP! I DO NOT DOUBLE SO DO NOT ASK! 2: DONT MESSAGE ME IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NOT VERY HUMANOID ALIENS! 3: NO GARY STU’S OR MARY SUES! GIVE YOUR CHARACTERS A PERSONALITY THAT ISN’T JUST ONE EMOTION OR TRAIT ONLY! For those who’ve read this thoroughly thank you and congratulations! If you’re at all interested please send me a request via one of the contacts below that says who you wanna be, which lion or paladin you think you’d most likely to be if you were in voltron, which idea you liked (or one of your own) and the numbers 123 to confirm you’ve read everything. My discord: tiberionsunsconqourer#6187 My telegram: Tiberionwars My hangouts: lleo52560@gmail.com Hope to write some awesome stories! Will accept requests as long as this ad is up.

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Midnight (Pt.1)

Prompt: Midnight - 5SOS. Future parts are linked to other songs so...

Pairing: Female!Reader/Roger Taylor

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of sex (I don’t go in full detail, but there are big innuendos)  and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 3,291 words

A/N: This has been on my drafts for a loooong while, but I never had the guts to post it, nor the time to do something about it, so I’m a little rusty -as mentioned in my Nikki Sixx bit- but I’m trying.  Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!

A/N pt.2: Like most of the time, I took a few literary liberties, there are some movie things, there’s some real stuff, so... yeah.

A/N pt.3: If you’re looking to read some Brian stuff, I have a multipart story (pt. 1, pt. 2) -sadly not finished- but if you read it and like it I’ll do my best to do something about it.

// Part 2 //

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Smile, shake hands, leave.

She crossed one leg over the other just to uncross them again and cross them once more. She repeated this process a couple of times before settling with crossing her legs by the ankles. Now, she started tapping her fingers in a rhythm that sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite make out so she stopped to look down at her hands that were resting over her lap, rings adorning almost every finger, heaving she started to play with the one that was on her index.

“Everything’s alright, miss?” asked the kind taxi driver who had been watching her fidget through the rearview mirror.

“Yes, thanks.” She quickly replied, too quickly.

“You got a date?” The driver inquired.

“No.”

“Oh, I thought, considering your nervousness.” He added.

“Oh, no, I’m just… I don’t know, having second thoughts, maybe I-”

“Do you want me to drop you back from where I picked you up?” He asked.

“No, no, no, I’m fine, thanks though.” She smiled.

“No problems, miss.”

She sighed, leaning back on the cab’s leather backseat, folding her arms one over the other as she stared out the window. Like she just told the driver, Y/N was -indeed- having second thoughts, completely regretting telling her friends a thing as she was now forced to actually go to the pub where he was performing. She should’ve turned down his offer right away, he was too drunk and too tired to even know what he was saying:

“Come to my next show, love, you’ll have fun.” He tried to persuade her. She almost didn’t catch what he had said from how slurred the words were, but in the end, she did.

“What?” Was all she managed to say, but he had already fallen asleep, he didn’t hear a thing.

“Miss?” The driver said.

“Yes?” Y/N answered, snapping out of her daydream.

“We’re already here, miss.”

“Oh, thanks. How much is it for the drive?” she asked, rummaging through her purse.

“5 pounds, miss.” He answered.

“Here you go -she handed him the money-, thanks!” She told him, climbing off the car.

Smile, shake hands, leave.

She smoothed out her off-the-shoulders red top and pulled down the ends of her high-waisted shorts that had ridden up when she was sitting down. With a mumble of a curse she walked into the pub, the smell of cigarettes and booze hitting her immediately, she straightened her shoulders and tried to stand on her tiptoes and find her friends but the first thing she caught sight of was a certain blond getting friendly with some random brunette, averting her eyes she kept on looking until she found the small group sitting on a booth.

“Y/N! For a moment I thought you might have bailed on us” Kat mocked with a smirk.

“I couldn’t, I was responsible for this gathering after all” Y/N mumbled with a tight smile.

“Wow, what got your knickers in a twist” Donna practically yelled, hitting Y/N on the arm.

“Nothing, I just didn’t feel like coming after all” Y/N mumbled annoyed.

“But you sounded so excited when you told us earlier this morning, you said they’re really good!” Kat questioned slightly surprised.

“Yeah, I just- I don’t know…” Y/N mumbled once more, looking into the distance, her eyes fixed on the blond man, who was getting dangerously close to the brunette’s face just to pull away with a satisfied grin.

“I’m going for a drink” Y/N told her friends, leaving them dumbfounded.

Smile, shake hands, leave.

Y/N tried to squeeze herself between spaces, not minding to excuse herself when she walked in the middle of someone’s conversation, all that she needed at the moment was a drink, straight -no soda water, nothing- just a straight shot of whatever she can get her hands on.

Suddenly she bumped into someone, she was about to tell them off but she stayed quiet when she saw who it was:

“Roger?” she swallowed thickly.

He didn’t even bother on answering, he just kept on walking towards the side of the stage, the guitarist next to him, Brian she recalled from their conversations

“Don’t be rude, Rog.” Brian said, but he didn’t manage to stop Roger from walking. “Sorry.” He mouthed, Y/N shrugged.

“What can I get you, love?” Ben, the bartender asked Y/N, she already knew the man, she vented to him every once in a while.

“Two shots of whatever.” Y/N replied, Ben just stared at her with worry.

“Two shots of whatever it is then.” He said, pulling out two shot glasses, filling them with vodka and as soon as he was done with his job Y/N downed them in a single breath before slapping a bill on the bar.

“Thanks, now can you give me my usual, please?” She asked.

“Bad day?” Ben asked her, preparing her drink.

“Not really, the early morning was great, but now not so great, truth be told. I always get down with the same shit, you know?” Ben just hummed in response, putting her drink in front of her, and before she could pay he shook his head, declining the money.

“It’s on the house, you need it, love.” He winked and she smiled, returning to the booth where her friends were sitting.

“Hey, there you are! We thought you might have left, we wouldn’t have blamed you, love.” Kat stated, Y/N shrugged her off.

“I’ll be fine, thanks for worrying, girls.” Y/N told them, grabbing both girls’ hands. The three girls kept chatting, sharing laughs and staring at both girls and boys, making Donna noticeably flustered.

All that Roger could do was stare from a distance with a scowl and a pout, his arms crossed over his chest not really paying mind to what Brian was telling him, his focus on Y/N who even from where he was standing could see that behind those laughs and giggles she was off. What a prick.

“Roger! What’s wrong with you tonight? First the incident with the girl back there and now you’re not even listening to me.” Brian threw his arms upwards in exasperation as he let out a huff.

“Wait for me here.” Roger stated.

“Wh-What?”

Roger was decided to talk to Y/N, apologise for being a shithead, and almost as if she felt his gaze, their eyes met. Y/N furrowed her brows, one eyebrow being considerably higher than the other in inquiry, her smile died and her laughter did as well, and even in the pub’s shitty light he could tell that her eyes had a mix of confusion and anger that no matter how hard she tried to push down, she wasn’t able to keep it there.

“I’ll be right back” Y/N mumbled, never taking her eyes off of him, Kat and Donna shared glances before nodding in acknowledgement.

Just like before, Y/N made her way through the mass of bodies in an attempt to get to something, this time being Roger and not alcohol. Meanwhile, Roger was doing the same, but unlike Y/N he wasn’t angry nor in a bad mood to not say excuse me and sorry every once in a while, making him slower in the task of meeting Y/N in the middle. Suddenly he realised that Y/N had already reached his place and before he could even open his mouth to even say anything Y/N beat him to it:

“What?” She’s annoyed, he thought, fuck.

“I –he paused in contemplation– I was wondering what were you doing here, ‘s all” That’s the way to go, Rog, he mentally reprimanded himself.

“You- I- Fuck- You don’t remember, do you?” Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I should’ve known better than to come, I’ll leave, see you later tonight, unless you leave with the brunette then don’t bother on coming to my place.” Y/N rambled, less annoyed, now she felt hurt and stupid, indeed she should have known better.

Y/N didn’t even let Roger answer her question –not like she needed an answer–, she just walked away, holding herself, her back no longer straightened as it was when she got there to confront him, her body posture screamt insecurity.

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She closed her flat’s door with a sad sigh, she ran one hand through her hair out of habit as the other turned the lights on. She felt so stupid for believing even for just one moment that Roger actually could remember what he had told her that same day many hours ago but more than that, she felt stupid for actually going and getting excited over it. They might see each other every other night, but they’ve never seen each other so publicly, around their friends; their meeting place was her place, especially because Y/N was too afraid to have the guts to go to his flat just to find another girl on her side of the bed.

Every time that she felt that she got considerably closer to him he seemed to push her away or to not recall or mean what he said less than 24 hours before. The worst part of it all is that she didn’t mind the grey area she was in, she was so in love with the thought of him –no, with him– that she was happy with the few things that he gave her, with the reassuring words, with the slurred words before he fell asleep; that was enough for her, but she desired more, she wanted to wake up with him still by her side, to have him around when the light was provided by the sun and not the stars and moon. But she took what little she could get, the chances he unconsciously gave her, like tonight. Except tonight was a mess and she wished that it never happened.

She left the pub just before their first set ended, wanting to listen and enjoy the music, to feel it pumping through her veins, to catch on Freddie’s excitement; so she did, she stayed but not long enough so that Roger could catch her before she left, before he could convince her to stay up for him. But apparently that wasn’t enough, because a knock on her front door made her jump and the man standing on the other side was the last person she wanted to see but also the person she needed beside her the most.

“Roger, wha-” Y/N tried to say, but her sentence was cut short by Roger grabbing her face and brushing his lips against hers, trying to test the waters before truly diving into a kiss.

Y/N was flabbergasted, for a moment she wasn’t sure of what she had to do, but in the end she caved in, her eyes fluttered close and her hands flew to the neck of his open shirt, pulling him closer to her, his hands moving from her face to the small of her back one travelling down further to grab her ass. That slow movement made Y/N gasp, Roger smirked triumphantly at her reaction, taking the opportunity given he decided to nudge her tongue with his, said action was received gratefully by Y/N, who started to move them inside the flat instead of the doorway. Roger kicked the door close and now that he was sure he was welcomed into her place he broke off the kiss.

Y/N’s face radiated heat, and if he could press his head to her chest he could be able to listen to the accelerated beat of her heart, her lips were slightly ajar and her eyes were still closed, almost savouring the moment for a few more seconds.

“Y/N, I-” Roger started, but he was cut off by Y/N’s lips.

“Please don’t say a thing.” She mumbled against his lips as her hands were messily working on his shirt’s buttons.

“Y/N! –Roger abruptly pulled apart– I’m trying to apologise”.

“Oh, go ahead then” Y/N replied, her hand instantly going to her clothes, trying to make them presentable, almost as if she hadn’t wanted him to take them off less than a minute ago.

“I shouldn’t have been such an arsehole back there, and I probably –Y/N raised an eyebrow– no, wait, I shouldn’t have asked you why you were doing at the pub, that was a stupid thing to ask, I’m sorry, love” Roger said, cupping her cheek, Y/N leaned unconsciously on the hand resting on her face, taking in its roughness and warmth.

“ ‘s okay.” She answered, Roger just pecked her lips.

But that peck turned into a deeper kiss, Roger –as usual– was leading the kiss, but it didn’t stop Y/N from teasingly pulling on his lower lip, yearning for a reaction of any kind. Roger’s tongue didn’t take long to come out and play, brushing Y/N’s lip, waiting for her to open her mouth; Y/N decided to make him wait a little longer, but Roger didn’t want that, so like last time, his hand dropped down to her ass, grabbing it and slightly massaging it. That action surely did make Y/N gasp, Roger took it as his opportunity to finally fully deepen the kiss.

In an almost déja-vu moment, Y/N’s hands started to busy themselves by untucking and unbuttoning Roger’s shirt, and as soon as the task at hand was done she pushed it off his shoulders, her hands staying on his chest, enjoying the warmth and the constant beat of his heart; but after one of Roger’s hand started to travel inside her shorts she moved her hands up to the back of his neck, pulling at the hair in the back, urging him to do something other than just kiss and tease.

But instead Roger decided to take his hand away, breaking off the kiss for a couple of seconds just to take off her red top, revealing the Rose tattoo that rested on the top of her right breast as well as the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the garment he had just taken off. His lips started to trail down her neck, a small whine leaving Y/N’s pouted lips as he went lower and lower, sucking a mark right on top of the flower. His hands were travelling up her waist to her chest, cupping them in his rough hands and then one wrapped around the side of her neck, making her gasp.

“Please Roger.” She begged, pulling on his hair.

“Jump.” He said, both hands going down to her ass and to her tight, to make the job of wrapping her legs around him easier.

“Bedroom, Rog, please.” She whined, earning a chuckle from him.

Roger’s lips trailed upwards to meet with hers once again, Y/N moaned into the kiss and Roger just hummed in response, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards to meet with hers, making them both gasp a little as if they’ve never done this before, like they were teens, like they didn’t play the same games every night, the same scenario and the same scenes.

They enjoyed it anyway, the feel of their bodies pressed against one another, their heavy breathing, the moaning, everything. They lived for it, they savoured each other like they’ve never eaten before.

When they arrived to her room, he realised that he ached for her, never wanting to part. So, without letting go of her he sat down on the edge of the bed, leaving her sitting on top of him, their chests tightly pressed against one another, leaving barely any room between each other –not like they wanted to be apart. So without their kiss breaking, Y/N straightened up, her hands travelling to the button of her shorts, popping it open so she could easily take them off; Roger’s hands quickly travelled to its waistband, ready to help her out of them, but he stopped when he felt her cold fingers fiddling with his belt.

They both took their sweet time at pleasing the other, loving any reaction that came out of their mouths –call it moans, whines, grunts, or the broken versions of their names–, they enjoyed this carnal version of frustration relief, where both of them could stay satisfied with the results. They tried their best to please the other, putting in an effort to relish on the ethereal sounds that could come out of their mouths, whether they were down at their knees –like Y/N was earlier– or with their head between the other’s legs –like Roger tonight.

It always felt as if it all happened incredibly fast, the taste of the other was still lingering on their mouth, leaving a bittersweet feeling that could only be washed away when they see each other the following night.

Now, Y/N was lying comfortably on Roger’s sweaty chest as he drew small random figures on her back, causing goosebumps to erupt all throughout her skin, she felt whole and content with the position she was currently in, not really wanting to think about what will happen before she wakes up later that day. Her head was going a thousand miles an hour, a feeling of regret and pain suddenly settling in her agitated mind so without really putting a lot of thought into it, she blurted out:

“Have you ever thought of the future, Rog?”

He straightened up and cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ve seen myself with the guys, touring the world, meeting new people, new friends, making more music… “ Even though that wasn’t the direction her question was heading to, she enjoyed the sound of his voice too much to actually interrupt him to clarify.

A silence fell upon them and Y/N took her head off of his chest, deciding to sit up a bit to meet his eyes, the same eyes she was to mad to stare at less than three hours before, the same eyes she searched for when he was sitting behind the drum kit –despite her anger. “That’s not what I meant.” She looked down in shame, she had already started the conversation, and no matter how hard she bit her tongue she had to finish the talk one way or the other, knowing that he would find a way to coax it out of her.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “So what did you mean?”

“I meant, our future.” She mumbled in response and as soon as the words left her lips she regretted ever opening her mouth.

Roger was unable to answer, his mouth hung open, unfit to form a sentence. He ran a hand through his hair, the feeling of her fingers running through the locks still very much present, just like the taste of her lips, of her, in general.

“You know, that was a stupid question, it’s late, I should just go to sleep.” Y/N quickly rambled, a knot on her throat forming quickly.

“Yeah, good night.” Was all he managed to answer.

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, her back turned to him, mirroring his position, their bodies lacking the contact of the other. Y/N was angry at herself for her commentary, but she knew deep down that it had to be asked at some point, and though it felt as if she had chosen the worst moment to ask such thing, it was better to do it now than later when they reach the two year mark –a mark that wasn’t too far away.

Brilliantly done for a smile, shake hands, and leave.

// Part 2 //

[trash-and-recyle-fics]

Desperate For Freedom part2

Summary: In a universe where females are not allowed to remain innocent after their 18th birthday Y/N must hide. But when her cover is blown how will the unforgiving government punish her? None other than gifting her to a God from three worlds away. The god of mischief. He is told to keep and do what he wishes with the lying girl. So that is what he will do. Chained to the inside of an air craft she is brought to him on Asgard. Were her fate will be in a liars hands.

So I know this is a short chapter but part 3 will be longer.

Warnings: swearing, physical violence? , non-con, grammar spelling and punctuation mistakes

⚠️Do not read if the offends you⚠️

⚠️THIS IS 18+ COME BACK WHEN YOU ARE 18 PLEASE ⚠️

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Waking up was a mind fuck. For just a moment you forgot about being charged with treason, gifted to a pathological liar, and how you still had your innocence. The soreness that radiated off of your body was your main concern. But it was all forgotten when you saw the door. It didn’t have a lock on it. It was practically inviting you to run. Pretending to stretch out across the bed you felt for another body. Praying the entire time that you find one. When you felt nothing but cold sheets a spark of adrenaline happened at the base of your spine. Swinging your legs off the bed you run to the door. Trying the door knob it wouldn’t budge. In fact it was so unfazed you nearly hurt your shoulders more from pushing and pulling. Your heart begin to beat faster as the door rejected your exsit.

“No.No.No…” you backed away from the thing keeping you from leaving this nightmare.  

“And where do you think you are going pet?” Loki became visible, he was here the whole time? Moving away from him you started to walk backwards. As he stood from his chair in the corner your back was met with the far wall. 

“Do you not remember you little talk last night hmm?” Shaking your head no he continued to advance. Sliding down the wall to sit on the floor making your hands cover your head. How pathetic were you? Now in a ball on the floor Loki was standing above you. 

“Answer me pet.” When no sound was made the god grabbed your arm and hauled you to your feet.

“Answer me or the punishment will be ten times worse.”

“I-I don’t remember.” Cursing yourself for stuttering. ‘Don’t show hime fear. Don’t show him fear.’ You chanted to yourself.

“Well that's a shame. I guess I will I have to refresh your mind. Firstly though you must get it through your thick head that you will never escape. You are mine and I plan on breaking you until you know your place.” He maunvered your body around the room so you sat on the foot of the bed. He went across to a wardrobe closet. All full with shiny armor. He stuck his thumb on some sort of scanner and opened another section of the closet. At this point you knew you were in for it. You crawled back onto the bed as far as you could get away from him. 

“Now now pet, already trying to run again?” He grabbed out a blindfold, a set of chains with cuffs and the thing that scared you the most. It was a small black object, with one side rounded. It almost looked like a bullet. In your time of having an education the headmasters taught the females this device was one used in the operation. Along with a sedative that makes your mind stay awake but your body paralyzed.

“Come here little girl.” He stood at the end of the bed as he laid out all of his stuff. Staring wide eyed at him you didn’t move. 

“I will not tell you again.” His eyes met yours. You slowly slid your self across the bed. Only stopping when you were three feet away from him. 

“I will only bite a little,.. closer.” When you didn’t move he grabbed you ankle and dragged you closer. Taking one hand in his he cuffed onto each wrist. The cool metal was obvious not going to break anytime soon. His cold fingers tightening them. 

“We will go over rules after your first punishment. Do you know why you will receive this punishment?” In times like this you wish your could hold your tongue. 

“Because you are an arrogant asshole who thinks he is worth more than a hurt goat in a market.” 

“We will see.” He pulled you back to the massive headboard and chained your arms up above your head. Cuffing your ankles so they spread apart panic begin to settle. 

“Wait no I’ m sorry. I take it back.” he shook his head.

“Afraid that's not how it works pet. You did what you did now you will pay the price.”

Loki pulled the chains back so they were around the bedpost by the headboard. Your knees bent and slightly in the air. Going back to the closet he pulled out a battle knife from his armor. He was going to kill you. 

“I’ m sorry my lord! I-I didn’t mean it!”

“You don’t know what sorry is yet.” In this moment you feared him more than you ever have. The look in his eye , the coldness in his voice. He simply did not care. He advanced towards you covering his eyes with the blindfold.

“Now because this is your first and certainly not last punishment you will need to know a couple rules. One, you will obey me and what I say. Two, you will call me sir, master, and lord. Three, you are nothing but mine. Four, you will not talk to any person but myself and a handmaid. Are these first few rules easy enough to understand?” 

“Yes.” A slap on the inside of your thigh. 

“y- yes sir.”

“There we go, looks like you are starting to learn.” The tip in the knife traced from your hip to your cuffed ankle. 

“Please don’t.”

“I will do as I wish.” Loki brought the knife the your robes. The ripping sound caused tears to slip down your face. the cold air on your now naked skin raised goose bumps. 

“Just as I expected. The defiant ones are always worth breaking.” His hand slid up your stomach to your throat. The bed shifted and his face was by yours. 

“I will teach you everything you will need to know.” The breath was sucked out of your lungs as a vibration touched you core. 

“I-please-n.” 

“Hush little girl. You will take what I give you with gratitude.” At this point tears freely ran down your face. Sobs silently wracked your body as you tired to move away. A coil you did not you had wound tighter and tighter. 

“P-please I don’t want.” A hot feeling washed over you as your body betrayed you into something you didn’t want. 

“Again.” With his words spoken within minutes you were shivering and squirming. 

“No more please.” 

“Again.” His voice sounded less focused, the vibrations disappeared and his fingers replaced it. More pressure and a beyond painful feeling stretched you. 

“You will take it.” 

“Can’t.” You murmured. Then all at once a scream left your body. Leaving your lungs stinging and head dizzy. The blindfold blocked out the light but the stars you saw brightened your vision. After a couple minutes of Loki rubbing your core and your heavy breathing he spoke.

“That,my dear is called an orgasm. You will soon learn to like it and crave it. For now you will cum again.” Loki undid your ankle chains and let your legs fall to the bed.

“For now I will control your mouth soon you will learn how to please me by yourself.” He undid your wrists and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Letting your head slide off the edge while he gripped your throat he shoved his massive member into your mouth. Instally you started to fight but he pinned your arms to the bed with his magic.

“The harder you fight the longer I go.” With these words spoken you closed your eyes and tried not to gag to much. As he fucked your face his movements became less regular. Taking his cock out he finished himself on your chest. You were left breathing hard.

“Hmm that’s a good girl. You will sleep now and wash in the morning.” The magic left your body and he pulled you to your side of the bed.

“Do not try and run Y/N. Otherwise the punishment will be worse.” Paying no attention to his words you let sleep over take you.

~TIME SKIP~

You lay in the bath warm water all over your body. The handmaid had left a while ago. Loki was out. So you sat soaking away the foggy head and trying to relax your limbs. Letting your thoughts wonder you couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if you stayed, had the operation and gotten married. You could have been on your mat with a husband most likely. Maybe already pregnant expecting a son or daughter. All in service of your family. The feeling almost worse than what just happened. This was bad but you have gotten out of bad situations before. You can do this. You will pretend until you can escape. Making up your mind you drain the tub. Looking into the mirror you promise yourself to serve the sadistic god until you can get out.

“Pet? Still in the bath?” With one last look into your reflection you head out the bathroom door. Ready to serve your ‘master���.

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