#still crying 24h later by the way. Like not continuously but if I think about any of it for too long

[revvetha]

[shows up at your door at 2AM] hey can we go through that last D&D session scene by scene and discuss the symbolism and the narrative themes and their implications, and how each character has grown and evolved? But in a normal way?

[somemellifluouswords]

hey!!! I just watched the ignoring my girlfriend for 24h video by Jordan Beau and I couldn't help but imagine Ethan pranking y/n but she doesn't know it's a prank so she keep trying to make him talk to her, failing miserably, and when she can't take it anymore she starts crying and in the minute the first tear falls down her cheek Ethan stops and immediately tries to comfort her and keeps telling her how much he loves her, could you write something like that????

So I don’t really mention the boys making videos in my writing, only because I like how my writing differs in that sense. In no way is it refusing to agree with what they do, but I choose to keep it on the outside. I’ll still follow your idea, and I hope you enjoy it! I also played around with the point of view, so this may seem a little odd. I had a lot of fun writing this though!

-🌻

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“I’m sorry babe” your voice is timid, laced with regret. You raise yourself on the tips of your toes, resting your chin on his shoulder. He doesn't move, continuing to focus on whatever it is outside in your backyard that has caught his attention. Early this morning you had gotten into a small argument over something silly and miniscule that you couldn’t even remember. When he’d interrupted you mid way through your small banter, telling you “Babe this is senseless” that’s when your silent treatment began. It was childish of course, but at that moment it seemed right. 

And when he’d called you around the house, apologizing when he didn't need to in your realization, you’d been still, pretending like you didn't hear.

“Ethan please …” you dragged out the word please, nuzzling your nose into his neck. You can feel the sudden movement of a thick gulp he takes. Before you can wrap your arms around his waist, he ducks, leaving you to stumble gently into the railing, walking away. You huff, following him through the French doors, trailing behind him like a lost child. On the inside, he’s enjoying this, likes the way you feel how he felt. And he knows you would go to any lengths to get him to talk. 

You try to keep up with his long strands. Into your shared bathroom he goes. For a millisecond your eyes meet, and before you can utter a word he’s pushing the door shut. You retort, pushing with all your might against it, welcoming yourself past him. “Do whatever you have to do, I’ll just sit here … quietly” He watches as you jump onto the vanity next to the sink. Resting your head back against the large mirror. He notices the way your eyebrows furrow when the cold granite sets into freeze your naked limbs, the little sundress you’ve got on not providing enough shield. 

He sighs in defeat, proceeding next to her, gathering all the supplies he needs to shave. She watches intently, he can feel her gaze on him, and a sudden sound erupts from her throat, a sound so faint that he would almost miss it. “Please don't shave” he holds back a smile, smearing some shaving cream onto his scruff. He knows how much she loves him this way, so of course he’s going to take advantage of the silent treatment and her stubbornness. “E!” she reaches over, pulling back his arm like a child before the razor can reach his chin. 

Again holding back a smile, he pulls himself away from her grip. She winces mentally at the first sight of clean shaven skin. “I told you I was sorry babe. I mean it, you know I do” she slides closer to the sink. He pretty eyes stare at him intently, burning into his skin. 

You watch him shave, its oddly comforting even though none of you speaks. You think of ways to make him talk, even if its one word out of him. He watches from the corners of his eye when you finally look away, knowing the look of concentration on your face can mean either good or bad. You push yourself off the counter, your dressing riding up a little to high. He watches your cheeks go crimson, catching his eyes already on you. That wasn't supposed to happen, but he was looking. Only if he had said something to tease you like he always did, when something innocently would occur without any of your control.

He watches as she leaves the bathroom, chuckling to himself  when he knows she’s left the room. This is going to be fun. At least for him.

He hasn't come out for at least an hour, and you know he’s in the office working on something. Tame Impala bounces off the walls of the house, and every so often you hear him answering phone calls, speaking in terms you will never understand. The timer beeps, and you pull out of the oven a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The smell fills your senses, as you glance to the kitchen entrance, curious to see if he’ll come. After plating and cleaning up the kitchen, you decide to wait for him, settling yourself on the couch with your favorite novel, a warm treat in your hands. You position yourself so that you have a clear view of the kitchen, and wait for your one and only victim. 

Ethan places the phone down. It occurs to him you haven't come in, trying to get him to speak. And suddenly, the smell of cookies flames his senses. He walks down to the kitchen, passing by you, your favorite book in hand, legs under you. The sunlight from the French doors is hitting off your shoulder, casting a glow onto your hair. Any others day he’d lean down a press a kiss to your cheek. But today, that won’t happen, at least not yet.

You lift your eyes from your book, watching as your boyfriend enters the kitchen. He’s observing the cookies, possibly deciding which one seems the most delicious. You refrain from moving, holding back a smile, and you think it’ll work. Finally he lifts one up, inspecting it in his hands. When he brings it towards his lips, you jump up. “Those have dairy in them!” 

Any other day he would have exclaimed “What?!” The treat falls from his hands onto the island counter, and he turns to face you sitting innocently on the couch, holding back a smile. He doesn't speak. He knows you wouldn't put dairy in them, he knows its all a plan to get him to break, he knows exactly what you're trying here. Well he is now. He’s impressed. 

He watches as her face drops, when he bites into it, keeping his gaze on her. She shakes her head in disbelief, and he turns smiling to himself, making his way to the sink to wash his hands. “Don’t come after me when you find there was actually dairy in them” you tell him as he walks past you, munching on yet another cookie.

Hours later you find him in the kitchen, prepping for dinner. You decide to watch him, perched atop a bar stool. He glances in your direction, as you sit they’re with you head resting above your hands, you elbows perched on the counter. You sway gently. It has been hard not giving into you, but he’s managed to come this far, so why not take it a little further. He isn't even mad about the morning, he isn't even phased the slightest. He just really enjoys watching her stubbornness and desperation for his voice. “That’s too much salt” she playfully scolds, waiting for his reaction. When he doesn't say anything she proceeds. 

You're losing yet more patience with him. “I think that's a little too much pepper.” He looks up at you with a look of bewilderment. He turns around to use the sink. You chew on the inside of your lip, running out of ideas. “You’re pasta is overflowing” you say with such ease. He turns without hesitation, completely normal. The pasta wasn't overflowing, it was you.

You watch him prepare dinner without a word, every so often trying to get his attention in different ways. Your fingers tap against the counter in an obnoxious pattern. He doesn't react. You spin around in the bar stool. He doesn't react. Even when you almost trip getting off the bar stool he doesn't react. Just as he begins plating you leave, walking out of the kitchen, but he wraps his hand around her wrist, pulling you close. Will this be it?

He wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting you a few centimeters off the ground. “Ethan what are you doing?” he sits you at the dining table, tucking in your chair, He leans next to you within a few seconds, setting a plate before you. “You could have just said dinner is ready” you inform him, swirling pasta on your fork. And the rest of dinner is quiet, with the occasional words out of your mouth.

After dinner you retreat to the balcony. He’s outside playing around with a soccer ball aimlessly shooting at the fence. You adore the way the moonlights casts down on him. His dark hair seems even darker, his legs thick under the jeans he’s got on, and the shirt he’s wearing is white, the moonlight illuminates his tan skin. He misses the fence and the ball stumbles into the garden. “You missed!” you state the obvious, looking a look from that tells you “I know.” The whole day has gone by, and he hasn't said a word. When you turn to head back inside he watches you pull your hair to one side, the little dress swaying back and forth around your thighs with each step. He finds pleasure in today, a little too much, and every so often he thinks he’s being cruel. You turn your head to steal a glance, but his reflexes are quicker, and you just miss his gaze.

When he comes back inside she’s no where to be found. Ethan settles himself on the couch, flipping through cassettes as to what to play to bring a little life to the night. He settles upon a record by Tame Impala yet again. He rests his head back on the couch, breathing in and out, losing his mind to the music. He doesn't hear you come into the room, and something wakes in your mind. 

This should get him talking. 

Your cheeks already burn crimson and you’re nervous. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to make a sound. You slide your leg over him, and from the sense of someone in the room, he opens his eyes just as you settle onto his lap. Your cheeks burn and your insides tingle, as he lets you wrap your arms around his neck. He smirks when she can’t hold his gaze any longer. 

What are you doing? He wants to ask her. It’s as if she can read his mind. She looks up again, relaxing a little when his arms wrap around her waist. She takes a deep breath, her eyes traveling from his lips and back to his eyes, in a pattern. He waits, jaw clenched to hold back his voice and some sort of reaction. 

You lean into him, your small hands cupping his right cheek. You raise his head, pressing your lips to his neck. He shifts beneath you, the fabric of his jeans rough against the delicate skin of your inner thighs. 

Say something. You think to yourself, waiting for him to break. You slowly make your way up, lingering your lips at his jaw. Your lashes flutter against his skin and waits for you to speak. He admires what your doing, but he won’t break. He can’t break. When you lips press against his he can't help but move his hands beneath your dress, rubbing the soft skin of your thighs he loves, slowly. He’s kissing you back, which must be a good sign. 

Your clumsy fingers struggle with the hem of his shirt, and before you can even raise it an inch, he pins you against the couch. You wait for the impact of the couch arm against the back of your head, but he shields it, protecting you by placing his hand where it will land. He pulls away, examining your kissed lips and rosy cheeks. Your hair sits perfectly behind your ears and he wants to run his finger through it. 

She seems breathless, her hands holding onto his shoulder for dear life. Nice try he thinks, before lifting himself up. She lays there, a shocked expression on her face. He can't hold back his chuckle when she exclaims “Ethan!” He leaves the room, playfully throwing a blanket over her head. 

An hour later she comes into their shared bedroom. He’s sitting on their bed reading through some papers. He can't help but notice her slow gait, how tired she looks and when they’re eyes lock he senses some resentment. She sits down next to him, her legs brushing against his. She sighs, tucking her hair behind her ears. He’s silently watching her, waiting for her next move. “Please talk to me” its like a plea this time, not like the other times she’s asked for his voice. She doesn't give him time to respond, before laying her head on his shoulder, holding onto his arm. “No” she mumbles, her voice cracking, even though he hasn't tried to wiggle his way out of her grasp. 

“I’m sorry E” another voice crack gives it away and when a tear slides down her cheek and lands in his open palm he breaks. 

“Oh no no no” He pulls her into his chest, and she pushes against him trying to his face, He talked! But at her cries? He wipes at her eyes, his heart breaking into a million pieces. “I was only joking babe” he coos, cradling her face in his hands. She blinks, clutching onto his shirt, as if she’s afraid he’ll change his mind. “What?” she breaths out, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yes! Oh my god I’m sorry so sorry please don't cry babe, please … “ its as if he’s consoling a child. She’s relieved he’s speaking to her. That’s all that matters. And with a smile on her face, she wraps her arms around his torso, nuzzling into his chest. He hugs her tightly, kissing her head endlessly. 

“You jerk” she mumbles sweetly into his chest. “I know” he chuckles, pulling her down onto the mattress, still in his arms. “I know hun I know”

[kotofvi]

THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Leo      Age: 27       Contact: IM, Inbox, Disco

Character(s) I rp: Canon: Shiro, Sebastian, Dirk, Kyoya, Kurama, Nelliel, Maka, Dwicky. OCs: Hades, Google, Emogene, Dominic, Seirios, Iso, Felix, Reeves, Nyx, Zeru, Ren, Charlie, Dakota, Nemo, Bluejay, Koko, BD, Raven, Cora, Sammie, Lucie, Poppie, Ollie, Alphie, Bambi, Abbigail, Hiraeth, Bonnie, Rei, Rory.   Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Nelliel, Shiro, Rei, Bonnie, Hiraeth.  Current Fandom(s): Bleach, V/LD, Naruto. (I’m not deeply involved in the fandoms themselves anymore.) Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  Uhhhhh.. I basically have an AU for any fandom if I know it well and am asked for it.  My language(s): English. (I’m learning other languages but I don’t RP in them unless it’s just a sentence or two.)  Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: Modern, Mythology, Medieval. 

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. (I legit love all lengths, tbh, it’s more so with one-liners I tend to lose interest if there’s no substance to further it.)  Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  (I’ve admittedly been v busy, so if you’re fine with me takin’ forever-- YES) Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT.  How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) (It really depends here.) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC.(I post more IC, but the gaps between IC and OOC make it seem like there’s more OOC at times???) Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  (This is entirely because half the fandoms some of my muses come from are absolute shit so I have to be careful.) 

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting:  IM or Inbox-- tbh, Just kick my inbox in and screech that you wanna plot/rp with me so long as you’re a mutual. I’m honestly so laid back?? Sure, it might take me a minute but this is entirely because IRL things and not because I’m putting anyone off. 

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner:  Having fun? Having ideas? I guess, just, mutual interest? I mean, I’m here to write! I’m here to have fun! If you’re not interested in that much alone then?? I guess bye?? ‘Cause I’ll become very annoying to anyone who doesn’t have an interest purely because I’ll randomly ambush my partners with excitement and ideas. 

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?:  Oh I’ll just straight up ask if they want to continue the thread or start a new one! I mean, I get it, you can lose interest or otherwise just not feel it anymore and that’s fine! If you’re not interested in that particular thread, then no worries, we can always start more! If you’re just being one-sided in general, however?? I’m not gonna be interested at all and I’ll likely tell you as such. 

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?:  Normally it’ll just happen? I’ll do my “Hey what if they ___” thing and then a rapid bombardment of inquiries and excitement later, there is a thread. It’s usually mutual, the involvement of creating this plot, but sometimes it’s just me being excited and them being excited and then suddenly BAM THERE BE THREADS. S’all good over here! 

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: I mean?? I’d like to know, yes! But I get that sometimes it’s incredibly anxiety ridden trying to tell someone that you’ve lost interest in a thread. It’s alright if you don’t tell me, but if you can muster up the courage to do so I’d appreciate it! I’m not gonna be upset at you for losing interest/muse in a thread! If I cared deeply about the story, I might poke at you and then you can tell me?? Either way it’s fine and tbh, I don’t mind. However, please let it be known that you can take forever on a reply as well so don’t worry about just hoarding a draft too! Tbh, I had someone reply to a thread literally a year later and I was still excited for it!  - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?:  Just shoot me an IM or hell, make a list of threads you’re dropping and tag me in it??? Which ever! Or don’t even tell me at all, whatever works for you sugar! 

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?:  Hmn, being overwhelmed-- I tend to accumulate a lot of drafts and 90% of them are long so sometimes I’ll drop a thread or two to help myself get by. Also lack of muse/interest is a factor. I won’t drop a thread purely out of being overwhelmed unless I just can’t muster up the muse to respond to it.  - Will you tell your partner?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. Sometimes I get overwhelmed myself and I’ll drop a thread, forget to tell my partner, etc. Other times I’ll tell them before I even delete the draft! 

Is communication in the rpc important to you?   YES / NO. - And why?:  Yes and no~ Yes primarily! I get that others can take a minute to muster up the courage to talk to others and would just prefer to keep things to a few sentences at first! However, I can and will ambush you with conversation and interest nonetheless. Because communication is important. If you’ve got something you wanna say to me, say it! I’m here for it!  - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?:  Yup! If you’ve got an issue or something that might come across as criticism to say, say it! Civil discussion is absolutely wanted here and I would like to work out any issues you may have with me or my portrayal.  - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way?  YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?:  To write and have fun! To explore in depth the characters I create or take on! I mean, c’mon, lbr here-- my gremlin ass muses require some more in depth speculation and investigation into their characters! I love the creativity, the world building, the constant drive to do better and to make others feel something from words alone. The capability to rend emotion from another living being simply from reading and reacting to something I created is amazing and I want to make others cry, laugh, smile and think. I want to create. 

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios:  Oh man, there’s an endless supply of things I’d like to do! I want to explore the depths of my muses’ histories more?? Like Shiro, I want to write out the things he must’ve seen, felt, experienced. How Nelliel was when she was alive, how Shiro fared in the Arena when he wasn’t fighting, Seb’s life torn between the various throws of data and reality-- there’s so much! And ALL THE AU’s!!!! All of them!!!  

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore: Sure, I work with a lot of darker themes like torture, gore, etc-- but I will not write Rape, sexual abuse, nor will I write child loss.  

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: I can work with most starters! However, if I’m randomly given a starter that I can’t work with for the muse selected, I’ll inform the person who wrote it! I appreciate the effort given but don’t expect me to be able to reply to every random starter given! Sometimes, they don’t even show up in my tag. 

What type of characters catch your interest the most?:  Okay, I’m a sucker for the underdogs, aggressive folks and the villains. I’m not even going to try and lie and say I don’t immediately look at the Aizens and Kenpachis and go ah yes, those fucking gremlins, give me ten. I also love the background characters? The side characters in a show that seem so unimportant but have a crucial role? I love characters that have such an obscure involvement that you have to stop and ask why and how their involvement was crucial. I also love the soft beans? The ones who are so hyped with positivity and gleaming interest that they just can’t be ignored?? But then turn around and whoop some poor sap’s ass with that sparkle sparkle smile. Also love the upstanding moral types that also acknowledge that some things can’t be avoided and that morality is a grey area dependent on the perceptions of the individuals themselves. 

What type of characters catch your interest the least?:  Hmn-- I guess the kind that don’t seem to have much substance to them? The ones that are just uncharacteristically too kind. Yes, I love the overwhelmingly positive types but?? Also?? The ones that are too kind and without flaw just?? Don’t strike me as interesting. Also the ones that are just cruel for some obscure reason just to give them a reason to be villains. I mean I understand but also?? Villains don’t have to have a reason?? They can be cruel just to be cruel. Idk that’s always just been a thing with me.

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?:  I guess that I’m fairly laid back? I don’t mind if you take 10 years to reply, I’m going to get excited if you message me with some random idea, I’m not going to be bothered by any ideas you suggest?? I can also sometimes give u doodles?? I don’t have time to doodle a lot but sometimes, once in a blue moon, you’ll get a random offering of doodled booty for ur blessing. Also gonna hit you up with random HCs, ideas, threads, etc?? Always?? Idk, I’m not too good at thinking about positive aspects of myself lmfao. 

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: Hnnn, I’m too laid back at times. I take too long to reply and I’m busy af IRL. I’m often goaded into being irritated by some asshole or another so I can come off aggro af too when I don’t mean to be. Sometimes I can get overwhelmed and disappear for a week, other times I can end up overwhelming someone else by being too excited? I tend to watch how much I do and say because I feel like I might come off as smothering and am too used to being shut down and told to shut up so I just don’t?? Do anything sometimes. I’m also not very good at initiating contact sometimes so I tend to go days and weeks without speaking to others. 

Do you rp smut?:  YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?:  YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?:  Usually only if it’s developmental for the characters involved. Sometimes it’s just fun to do! It really depends on the characters involved + if I have any muse in general for it.  - Anything you would not want to rp there?:  ???? Kinda vague, Idk? I mean if I don’t wanna rp somethin’ I’ll say so. 

Are ships important to you?:   YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?:   YES / NO. Do you use read more?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?:  The relationship, the depth of two muses who can be wildly different or even similar. The multifaceted involvement of others to that relationship, the angst, the arguments, the sad moments along with all the happy things and how hard one might try while the other is cold-- etc. I don’t just want happy dates and sunshine, that’s not how relationships work after all!   - What is your smut tag?: Kettledrums

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?: I like a lot of pre-established relationships! However, I can be a tad wary of child muses? Aka: The ones who are children of one of my muses. Reason being, sometimes even I don’t know how they’d raise a child so the muse in question would be off putting to me because it’s out of my realm. Beyond that, I’m down for just about everything! 

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:  Since I have so many damn muses, I’mma just go with Shiro for all of this-- I suppose what they could find interesting is his very multifaceted dynamic as a soldier, human, technical non-human (Zombae), war worn, space exploring person. He can be rainbows and sunshine but also can suddenly become incredibly aggressive and cold. He’s not one or the other, he’s all and everything that he’s learned and encompassed while still remaining fragile and human in the end. Writing with him can be inspiring and can be soul wrenching, depending on the thread. As for plots, dude your character could be in space in one thread if the otherwise couldn’t be. There’s so many ways to go about writing with him?? He’s such an amazing character and the plots he can be instilled in are almost limitless with just his main verse. 

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?:   Hmn-- I guess the main one I have issues injecting him into place with would be the ones who are strictly non-tech oriented?? I mean, I can still have him there but getting him to fit is just?? Really difficult. Also with people who RP villains of his fandom and expect him not to be volatile. I’m sorry, but if you’re writing a S.endak or a Z.arkon-- you’re not going to get roses and butterflies with Shiro, plain and simple. If that’s something you can’t accept then don’t approach him with those muses.  - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?:  He works really well with most anyone! So long as one goes into it knowing he can be hostile with soldiers, Galra, etc; then he can be used no matter what. He’s one of my most capable muses that doesn’t have much of an issue when it comes to responding. 

- What interests your Muse(s) in general:  Space, mechanics, biomedical engineering, people, freedom, fighting for a cause, flowers, his mother, violin, cats, sparring, getting stronger, constellations, nebulae, engineering, literature, alien languages, cooking. - What do they desire, is their goal?:  The safety of others, the freedom of others, the ability to choose, hope-- he wants to make sure those he cares for and all others are free and safe from the Galra take over.  - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?:  How they look at him. If they show signs of pity, of fear, he tends to walk away from any possible meeting with them. Otherwise, their appearance is what first catches his eye. How they dress, how they respond to him, how they talk and if he can make them crack a smile with an awkward joke.  - What do they value in a person?:  Hope, Strength, Loyalty, Purpose, Honesty, Patience. - What themes do they like talking about?:  Shiro’s more of a listener than a talker, but honestly he’ll talk about anything of interest and question anyone’s as well to get them to talk about it. It’s what makes conversation with him easygoing most of the time.  - Which themes bore them?:  Himself. He’ll try to avert any conversation about himself if it’s too personal or too close to something. It’s not so much that it bores him but that type of talk is reserved for those insanely close to him. Also talk of command bores the FUCK out of him. He’s never been one to really like rank. 

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?:  So. Fucking. Much. Between being a prisoner of a war he was never involved with to being told he was a leader of a rebellion for said war, being a prisoner in the Arena and forced to fight and kill others, being held down and sedated as he tried to warn the others, DYING-- this boy has been thru too much.  - What could possibly trigger them?:  Certain noises, textures, Galra, medical equipment, certain lighting.  - What could set them off, enrage them?:  Galra, someone protecting him. - What could lead to an instant kill?:  Any bloodlust towards him or those he cares for. Most of the time, he has this under control and tries to be merciful, give them a chance; but sometimes, especially during an episode; there’s no stopping him from gunning for someone’s throat if they had any intent to harm another or himself. 

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?:  Z.arkon, S.endak, L.otor, H.aggar, Druids, himself a lot of the time. - Is there someone /-thing they love?:   The paladins, space fam in general, his mother, his friends, people in general. 

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  Just approach him? Honestly, Shiro’s one of the easiest persons to converse with and get near. That doesn’t mean his guard is dropped, but he’s very easy going a lot of the time outside of battle. So long as you have a reason to approach him (even simpler ones like: his appearance, his arm, etc) then you’re set.  - Where are they usually to find?:  Oof, honestly? Anywhere. Space, Earth, other places-- he’s constantly on the move. If you want a set place, just say somewhere on Earth and I can work with that. 

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?:  Shiro is certainly easy to get along with, but he is not without flaw or issue. He has a plethora of issues even after the fall of the Galra Empire. He’s not without his scars, physical and otherwise. Approaching him is easy but getting close to him is not. Don’t expect him to be an open book. Just because he can talk about war, battle, fighting with a straight face doesn’t mean he wasn’t effected by it. He has suffered greatly and it will show the closer you get to him. 

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

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[tetrakys]

Trois Allumettes - Chapter 6

“Hyun, I…”

“I’ll manage with Clemence, go back to campus, there is no problem…”

I didn’t want to put him in this position but I couldn’t stay, I was feeling sick. It had been one of the worst days since I came back in town. First completely flopping the thesis presentation this morning, then those nasty rumours about Rayan and a student that I couldn’t help feeling were partially about me. And now… poor Nina, I knew very well what she had felt. He had gone after a high school girl… As far as I was concerned Nath had come to help me out, but if nobody had been there that night, if no one had come to my rescue… What would have happened? And I didn’t do anything. I let them continue as they pleased, and now… And now Nina was going to do what I should’ve done… and I was 23… Ouch!

I couldn’t stay like this, I had to come clean. But I didn’t feel comfortable talking to Hyun about it, and neither with Priya, who was outside the café comforting Nina. I thanked Hyun and left, I couldn’t stay there a minute longer.

I speed walked all the way to the campus. Everything bothering me kept turning my head and I wasn’t able to analyse the situation properly. Nina… Rayan… my unwritten thesis… Clemence… Nathaniel… I could feel my heart pounding. I almost didn’t notice when I bumped into someone until I was about to slam backwards into the gates, and strong arms grabbed me to steady me.

“Hey be caref… Candy?!”

I looked up and saw those eyes… a wave of relief suddenly flowed in me, and I felt I could just let go. I started crying right there. Lysander’s hand still on my arm. If he was annoyed or even embarrassed he didn’t show it, he just led me gently to a bench, hugged me and let me cry on his shoulder.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed there, me crying on his chest, him with one hand on my shoulders holding me close to him, the other gently caressing my hair. He let me cry against him until I calmed down, I could hear his heart beating.

“Whatever happened, we will find a solution. I promise.”

I didn’t know what it was, maybe the warmth of his body, or the kindness of his words, but I felt like a switch was pulled in my heart and I told him everything. My fear of failing the year. The strange relationship I had now with Rosa and Alexy and the feeling that, if I didn’t spend most of my time with them whenever they needed me, to the detriment of my studies and everything else in my life, they would never forgive me for having left four year ago and not staying in touch. I told him about the rumours about Rayan and me and how even people who knew me like Melody and Yeleen, with whom I though things were getting better, had alluded to. Finally, I told him about those guys and what happened to me and now Nina. I felt him go stiff before hugging me even tighter.

He silently let me talk and pour out everything I had been bottling up for months. When I was finally done, he took my face in his hands and dried my tears gently caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. Looking at me in the eyes he said

“Everything will be all right” his tone of voice was calm and gentle “promise me you will stop crying. I don’t like to see you like this, you have such a nice smile…”

“T-thanks…”

“I am not wise enough to give you advice about school and people. You are smart, brilliant and a great friend” he smiled ���everyone knows. I saw you on the beach, everyone hung off your every word.”

I didn’t know what to say and he continued, more serious then ever.

“However, I do think you should report those guys. It’s never too late.”

“I can’t help thinking that if I acted before this guy might have already been charged and Nina would never have experienced this.”

“Please, don’t feel guilty. Never feel guilty. You are the victim here. You were scared and wanted to forget, there is no shame in that. You have a chance now to do the right thing. I am not sure about the role of your friend Nathaniel in all this… but I can’t judge before knowing the whole situation. Still… He hasn’t acted in the best way.”

He was right. I knew he was right. This situation… I could make it right, at least a little. I knew I could help. Everything else though…

I got up and thanked him. I didn’t want to be a burden, he had already wasted lots of time listening to me vent. He was probably going somewhere and was too kind to leave me alone when I was so distressed. He had helped me feel a little better but I had an heavy weight in my heart and needed to stay alone for a while. I run to my dorm, my only though curling up in my bed and forget about this awful day.

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 A couple of days later I was lying in bed looking at the ceiling. I was in the infirmary, I had passed out during a personal development lecture when someone had thrown at me a spiteful message about me hooking up with Rayan to improve my grades. I had spent the following 24h resting in the infirmary and I was feeling better, particularly so after the surprise visit I just got. Seeing my parents had helped me put things a little more into perspective. Also, I hadn’t realised how much I had missed them until now.

I heard the door open softly and the sound of footsteps next to my bed.

“Lys?”

He was looking at me with a worried expression.

“I am so sorry Candy.”

“Wh-what? Why?” I asked rushing to seat.

“I should have done more, said something different…”

“No, Lys, please…”

“I should have at least chased you the other day. I knew you were still upset, I didn’t want to invade your space.”

“Lys, please, you have been amazing, letting me vent and cry on you the whole time. You are such a great listener and I probably ruined your shirt forever. Sorry about that.”

“Do you think I care…”

“And do you think I really see you as responsible of anything? I am in this bed because I have been weak… but never again.” I said with purpose. “First thing tomorrow I am going to the police, that guy deserves to be locked up. The rumours are just that, rumours. I am going to ignore them and start seriously working on my thesis. About my friends… I will sort it out somehow” I added unsure.

“Well…” he said tentative “you can start from the last part.”

“What?”

He turned towards the door and pointed towards the silhouette that was in front od the entrance.

“Someone wanted to tell you something, but didn’t really have the courage.”

My eyes widened with disbelief, I watched everyone walk in the room. Rosa, Alexy, Chani, Melody and… Yeleen?

“I was the worst friend in the world!” Rosa cried throwing her arms around me.

“W-What?”

“I-I… I didn’t realise. When I found you, I wasn’t stable. It had been so long since we had seen each other… So I was teasing you as I do with Alexy, to push your buttons all the time… but…”

She was having trouble catching her breath.

“I was thinking only about myself, talking only about myself, I didn’t take the time to listen to you. I urged you to take a break and stop studying, and now you cracked because of me. I’m studying psychology and I’m not even able to listen to my best friend. I’m so sorry…”

“I accept your apology, but stop feeling guilty I didn’t faint because of you.”

“Can you also accept my apology?” Alexy asked worried “I have been so focused on Morgan that I stopped looking at anything else. I have been very selfish.”

“Sure Alex” I replied “You have been a little distracted that’s true, but I totally understand…”

“It’s my first real relationship, I…”

“We know” I said, taking his hand. I took also Rosa’s and we all smiled at each other.

Someone coughed lightly and I turned my head to see Melody step forward.

“I have been a little harsh after Mr Zaidi’s lesson the other day. I wasn’t accusing you of anything Candy, I want you to know that. I know you’re not the type of person to hit on your professor. I really hope you get better soon.”

“I was a little worried you might think that Melo, thanks for letting me know that’s not how you feel.”

“Eat lots of fruit” she added, offering me a fruit basket “you’ll get better in no time.”

“About that…” Chani intervened “I came here to give you this.” It was pretty blue crystal “it will give you all the energy you need. Put it under your pillow when you go to sleep, you will wakeup ready to conquer the world!”

I thanked them both, Melody looking at Chani’s crystal in a doubtful way.

“Well, I am not exactly sure why I am here” Yeleen said next to the door “but it was pointed out to me that I haven’t been the easiest of the roommates while you weren’t feeling well. I am mature enough to admit that I could have acted in a more tactful way.”

This wasn’t exactly an apology, but coming from Yeleen it was huge.

“Thanks Yeleen, I am really surprised to see you here. I appreciate it.”

“Lysander came to get us” Rosa said “I didn’t know what to say, how to apologise, I am glad he had the idea.”

“We should go and let Candy rest” Lysander said “the nurse will be back any moment now.”

Everyone said goodbye then left.

“Lys?”

I called grabbing his hand, before he could walk away, and he turned around.

“Thank you” I smiled.

He smiled back at me “Get well soon Candy.”

He bowed and left a featherlike kiss on my forehead.

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Thanks to frstlvlys for suggesting Deborah’s arc, it actually fits pretty well here.

Now episode 9 and we all know what’s that about... I have big plans, I just have to find the guts to actually write them! :P

[wickedlittleoz]

Steve is seriously sick, Billy doesn’t know, Steve needs to tell him before it’s too late!

I apologize in advancebecause this turned into a bit of a Walk to Remember AU, but the only thingthat came to mind when I read the prompt was ANGST. Thank you, though, nonny,no one’s ever sent me prompts and now I feel like an actual writer XD

It was getting worse.Had been, for the last five years or so, but the meds had managed to hold itback for a while. Not anymore, though.

He had days. Some ofthem he was perfectly fine, all smiles and disposition, laughing and singing (terribly out of tune) with Dustin in thecar, days in which you wouldn’t even know his body was self-destructing cell bycell, 24h a day.

But then came the dayswhere he could barely get out of bed, the very rise-and-fall of his breathingmade him sick, and he was so weak that his hand was shaking when he reached forthe phone by the bed to call Nancy and tell her he couldn’t make it to school.

He couldn’t even blamehis parents for not sticking around much. The treatments were expensive, thedoctors were states away. They had to overwork themselves to keep up with thebills – and now as it appears it was worth shit. Steve was getting worse andthe doctors were, all of them, hopeless.

At first he was toldhe wouldn’t make it to high school. Then he did. Freshman year they started anew treatment that worked wonders for a while. He made it into the basketballteam, played better than anyone else on the team, scored the most points in theregionals and brought the cup home. He became King Steve, life of the parties, masterof the basketball court, professional heartbreaker.

Then they told him hewas already stretching too far. He wouldn’t live to see college days, and Steveactually overheard a doctor tell his parents not to worry about saving money.

But he didn’t care. Hefelt that he was making the best of his life. Going to parties, bossing theschool, hooking up with whoever he wanted. He just wanted to be a normal teenager, doctor appointments andmeds were a secret he didn’t mind struggling to keep.

When Nancy came along,though, that’s when it really hit him. Steve had never been in love before. Shecrawled into his heart and into his life, and sooner than later, she saw one ofthe bad days. Steve had to tell hereverything. He cried and she held him, and when he thought she was going toback away out of his life, she did the very opposite.

His entire body hurtthat day, but his heart ached the worst, filled with so much love.

But he always knew shedidn’t love him as much as he loved her. Sure, it hurt when they eventuallybroke up, but she was better off with Jonathan, who had a long, promising lifeahead of him.

He thinks it wassomething to do with the Upside Down. Being down there must have messed withhis body in a way – air pressure or some expensive scientific bullshit – thatit simply stopped fighting. Bad days jumped from one every 15 days to once aweek. Halfway through the day he would suddenly feel his chest tighten, hisbreathing become erratic, his head begin to spin.

He actually passed outon the court twice before Nancy talked him into signing out of the team, healthfirst, she had insisted. Steve would rather leave than watch Hargrove win themthe championship from the bench, anyway.

It was a bad enoughday without said mullet-wearing asshole cornering him to ask what the fuck hethought he was doing, giving up the team. Steve gave him a generic excuse, hewas sick and couldn’t play anymore. When Hargrove insisted, told him to just“take some cold pills and a bowl of soup”, he nearly broke down crying, becauseSteve wished it was that easy.

Here they were,though, with Billy lying on his chest as the morning sun filtered in throughthe curtains. It was a Bad Day, capital letters, because while Steve knew hehad to get up and take his meds – and should get to it before Billy woke up –,he was dizzy just laying there and breathing.

He sighed, carding hisfingers through the blond curls, and felt the tears wet his cheeks before evenrealizing he was sobbing.

Steve wanted to tellhim. Had to, before he ended up in the hospital and someone in a white coat andzero intimacy to the boy on his chest told him Steve wasn’t coming back home. Billydeserved to know, because he didn’thave much longer. Steve felt it.

Ever since he andBilly had gotten past the fighting and teasing, they’d realized it was allsomething else. Electricity brewed and built around them for days followingSteve resigning from the team, until one night the storm just… Broke. Steve wassitting in his BMW, waiting for Dustin, and when he first caught a glimpse ofthe curly-haired boy and the blast of fiery color that was Max, Billy wassuddenly at his window. Meet me at thewoods tonight. Seven. Don’t be late.

He was almost late, acoughing fit taking the best of his nerves. But Billy made up for it, made himfeel good and wanted, and despite the physical exhaustion, Steve felt the healthier in days.

Their thing had grownquickly, at first just hot, needy fucks whenever Steve’s parents were away andhe had the house. But at some point (most probably when Billy showed up withhis face all fucked up and opened up about his dad) feelings got involved.

Now Steve realizedthat for the first time since this madness had started he actually wanted to live until graduation, andafter. Wanted to run away to California straight out of prom in Billy’s Camaro,blasting rock songs all the way up to the coast, making love in shitty motelbeds and just being young and reckless and inlove.

He feared, as hepinched his nose to stop the sobs, that Billy wished for that, too.

His finger came backred and gooey with blood. Steve sighed, suppressing a cough, and gently pushedBilly off his chest. Billy murmured something unintelligible, but continued tosleep, and Steve slowly teetered his way to the bathroom.

It took a while forthe bleeding to stop, so long that when he finally emerged from the bathroom,Billy had made them breakfast. He smiled, bacon grease smeared over his lips,making them look even plumper, and Steve’s stomach churned. He spun on hisheels immediately and braced the sink.

His body was shakingshallowly with the force of it. He’d had nothing to eat and it was just acidand blood.

Then Billy was there,a warm (clean) hand on his back, brows furrowed in worry. Steve couldn’t helpthe tears, but he washed his face before Billy could see them.

“You okay?”He asked, arm snaking around Steve’s waist when he pushed away from the sink.

“Yeah,”Steve responded – lied –, avoidingBilly’s eyes as he wiped cold sweat off his forehead.

“Sure you don’twanna–”

“No,” healmost jumped and definitely spoke too soon, because Billy’s brows furrowedeven further. So he gave his best attempt at a comforting smile and kissedBilly’s still naked shoulder.

He knew Billy didn’tbelieve him. But he just couldn’t face a hospital with Billy at his side, notyet.

So they spent the dayinside, going from the couch to the bed, with eventual stops at the toilet.Steve fed off salt crackers, OJ, and milk whenever it seemed that Billy wasgoing to comment on his lack of appetite. But mostly he just clung to Billy, asif trying to make the best out of their last moments.

It felt ominous.Imminent. As if he subconsciously already knew it was going to happen and when – soon.

Suddenly his chestfilled with a sort of warmth as he looked up at Billy, blond curls splayedaround his head like a heavenly halo. Steve felt happy, so happy, strangelyhappy that he’d had the chance to be loved.

“We need totalk,” he announced around eight, as they lay on the couch. Billy’s hand,where it rested on Steve’s stomach, grip loose around the remote, jerked intoaction, turning off the TV. He sat up, gently pushing Steve off his chest, andthey were suddenly face-to-face.

“What’swrong?” He was grinning, but Steve could see it in his eyes that Billy wasworried.

He stopped. How didone approach the subject of death? To Billy, of all people, who had lost hismom and found home in Steve’s arms, and given Steve so much love and will tolive. How could he have the courage to tell Billy that it was all going to endand there was nothing any of them could do?

He was sobbing, tearsleaving dark stains on his sweatpants, even before he started to speak.

“I’m sick,”he managed between sobs, eyes lingering on his hands. He heard Billy chuckle unamused.

“Yeah, Inoticed.”

“No Billy, youdon’t get it,” he sniffed, mustering the courage to look up. Billy’s facewas a mask of confusion, that quickly became worry and he scooted closer toSteve when their eyes met. “I'm–I’m dying.”

Billy was silent for aheartbeat. Then two. He watched Steve’s face, his eyes, as if searching forsomething that pointed that this was nothing but a tasteless joke.

But Steve’s wide, wet,dark eyes were truthful.

“What do youmean, dying?” He asked hesitantly, voice but a soft murmur.

Steve felt his throatclosing as he tried to speak. He choked, and coughed into his hand, and Billydidn’t miss the blood on his palm this time.

“I have leukemia,”he said, more to his hand than to Billy. They both watched the blood with asort of awe for a moment.

“When?”Billy asked darkly, the way Steve knew he did when he was trying not to cry.

“I don’t knowyet,” he said, wiping his hand on his pants, and Billy held it and lacedtheir fingers. “I’m going to see the doctor next week, but my body’sjust… Not fighting anymore.”

As if to prove apoint, another coughing fit shook his body. He wasn’t sure if the tears in hiseyes were his crying or coughing.

He felt Billy’s eyesscorching him. Steve remembered, then, a few nights ago, as they lay spent onSteve’s bed and Billy traced his ribs with the tips of his fingers, he hadlaughed and said he should probably feed Steve better because he was gettingtoo thin.

Steve had dropped 10lbssince then, hipbones jutting out sharp enough to cut or break, most likely thelatter. But Steve liked the idea of Billy cooking for him. Made him feel caredfor.

“And where thefuck are your parents?” Billy spat angrily, and Steve saw in him his 14-year-oldself, pissed at the world and whatever god there was that Steven Harringtonfrom Nowhere, Indiana had been chosen as the self-destructing time bomb of thedecade.

“These treatmentsare expensive, Billy,” Steve said tiredly, because his 17-year-old selfwas too far into acceptance to get heated. “Most of the doctors on my casearen’t even from Indiana. We can only afford these things because they’re always out working.”

“But–But thisisn’t right, Steve!” He stood suddenly, started pacing up and down like acaged animal. Steve knew the feeling, knew what it was like to feel like you’regoing to explode as you try to digest the information. “This isn’t right,it isn’t fair, you shouldn’t have to deal with all this… All this bullshit alone!”

“But I’m notalone. I have you and Nancy and the kids–”

“They allknow?” He stopped and stared at Steve, and he saw quick glint of jealously– he was the last to know.

“JustNancy,” Steve hurried to respond. He hadn’t yet been able to figure outjust how to tell Dustin. The boy had been through too much already for a kidhis age.

Billy sagged by hisside again, heaving a sigh. They were silent for a moment, the air heavy andtension nearly tangible, and the world around seemed to mimic them, suddenly tooquiet that he could almost believe it was a dream that he was close to wakingup from.

But Steve knew betterthan to cheat himself like that. It was no dream. It was very real, as real asthe weight and warmth of Billy’s hands between his two, his thin, pale fingersfeeling smaller than ever against Billy’s tanned skin. It was as real as theever-growing love he felt for Billy, the love that made his heart seem too bigfor his chest sometimes, and that had been his cure.

It was only because he’dbeen loved so deeply and intensely and honestly that Steve was not afraid.

They didn’t fuck thatnight, but neither of them slept, either. They lay curled into each other, as iftrying to mark the scent forever. Steve felt the tears Billy had been holdingback dampen his hair and pillow, and held him tighter.

Billy was right, itwasn’t fair. And as he gazed into those blue, blue eyes that had taken hisbreath away from day one, he wished someday Billy managed to get out ofHawkins. That he made it back to California, safe and sound, and started over.And that one day, when he sat on the sand to watch the warm and orange sun rise(nothing like the sad, cold and blue Hawkins sun), he felt the wind and heardit whisper in Steve’s voice, I love you,I love you, I love you.