#tell me if I should

[vulpixisananimal]

Isapays fluff. For the soul. (And some implied self harm)

(You sat on the unfamiliar bed, looking at the scars that dotted your arm. Many had healed, many will not, and likely never will. In your other hand you fiddle with your dagger.)

(It was supposed to be easy.)

(You were supposed to be done. Out of the loops. Done with everything. Drama. Sadness. Whatever. Siffrin wished to keep traveling even after the loops were over. Said this was the best time of his life. Yet now, here you are. Going from place to place with some new looming dread instead of the clear skies of their dreams.)

(What a joke.)

(There's a knock on the door. It's Isabeau.) "Siffrin? Are you doing alright?"

(No. You hadn't even gotten changed from your nightware. You all arrived late to this inn, and you were lucky they had rooms left. You didn't sleep well.)

". . . I'm coming in."

(Of course he would. That was the system wasn't it? If there was a response, it was Siffrin or Loop, and they were probably fine. If there was no response, it wasn't. Or it was you, in which case they'd check anyways. Looking at the dagger in your hand and the scars on the other, you could at least see why.)

(Isabeau opened and closed the door softly. He looked at you, and the dagger, and your arm. You could see his shoulders relax a little as he realized you hadn't done anything.)

". . . Not a good night?"

(You nod. He walks over to you.)

"Mal right?" (you nod, he continues.) "Right, may I. . .?"

(He was holding out a hand, after a moment, you reach over and place your dagger in it. He puts it to the side.)

"Thanks you."

(There's a silence, a long, awkward one. You start rubbing your wrist. Isabeau sits down next to you on the bed.)

". . . Would you like to talk about it?"

(You draw a horizontal line with your finger. "No")

"Alright. . . Do you, just need space?"

(You pause, then draw the line again, then flick out two fingers held close. "Not sure".)

"Alright, I'll just, I'll just stay here then."

(Why did you say that. You never wanted company. You were fine staying in your room when you were forced front alone. You were fine being an observer in the corner. It was safe that way.)

(Then why did you not want Isabeau to leave?)

(The two of you sat in silence, a few feet apart on the bed. You did this a few times before. On a rare day, a rare good day, you would find where Isabeau was, and if he was alone, sit next to him. Of all of your traveling companions, he was the one you could tollerate the most. You could never find out why.)

(Odile is too observent, simple enough. Mirabelle is nice, too nice, you felt like you were oil to her water. Nille is a stranger, even Siffrin couldn't look her in the eyes. Bonnie. . . Bonnie was tollerable. Isabeau though. . .)

(You glance to your side, Isabeaus hand was rubbing his leg. Looking up, he was trying very hard to not look at you. Was he shy? Nervous? No, well, maybe. It was hard to tell. He wanted something, or was feeling something. You see his hand move around.)

(. . .)

(You put your hand to your side. You're considering it, why. You shouldn't be. It is selfish. And you don't need it. You consider it anyways. One beat passes, then another. Your hand twitches, and reaches over a little bit to Isabeau. You stop, and put it back by your side. Even if you could talk, wanted to talk, how could you ever ask him. . ?)

". . . Mal?" (You glance at him,) "Did you. . . Do you want to hold my hand?"

(You wince. And then gently nod.)

(Isabeau held out his hand, you hesitated. You placed your hand in his. It's warm, soft. You could feel the rough skin where he worked his fingers the most. He had been sewing more, and he had been training just as much as before too. His hands were a bit sweaty, wait, no, both of yours were. Was he nervous? Where you nervous? Yes, you probably were. Looking up at him, his face is turning a darker shade. You glance away.)

(. . . . . . . . It's nice.)

(. . . . No, it's not nice, it's selfish isn't it? Why would he want to be here, or you? No, you knew that. You couldn't trust them. None of them. "I should never have trusted you." That's what he said, wasn't it? You can't stay close to him. You need to protect Siffrin, and you can't trust a stranger to do that.)

(You're still holding his hand. You're squeezing it.)

(He glances at you. This isn't right. This isn't right at all this isn't, this isn't right or safe! Why are you being so open! Why did you want to be so open! You're shaking. You're shaking so much. Why are you doing this to yourself.)

(You take your hand back. You're shaking so much. You should leave. Just leave and don't come back right? How stupid. You scratch at the scars on your arm. Your breathing was getting heavier. You, you, you-)

"Hey. . ." (Isabeau was talking you. Gently. Soft. His hand was hovering over your own.) "Hey, you're alright, right?"

(You stop scratching, you don't respond.)

". . . Was it, was it the touch?"

(You don't know. You haven't felt this strongly about something before.)

". . . . Do you want me to leave?"

(Your head bolts up. You shake your head. Why. Why did you shake your head. You wanted him around? Why.)

"A-alright!" (He seems, worried. He wants to help you. Why.) "What do you need?"

(. . . . .)

(What do you need? You can't think straight. You need something. You don't need touch, right? You don't need food, or anything material. You need. . . You need something. What, do you need comfort? No. You don't need comfort. It's your job to garuntee Siffrin is the one who gets comfort. You don't need it. You don't. . . .)

(. . . . . You hug Isabuea.)

"!!!"

(You hold yourself close. You don't want to think about it. You're selfish. You don't even know what you want and you're selfish. You can't trust him, why are you doing this!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?!?!?!)

(Isabeau hugs you back.)

(It, it doesn't make sense. You feel conflicted. You feel. You, you don't know what you feel. It's, it's not bad, right? Stars, you don't understand. You just, don't. . .)

(You stay like this for a few minutes. Isabeau is warm. And soft. His shirt is soft. Your feel shivers on your skin. You've been sensitive to touch, much more than the others. But you didn't want to let go. Whatever you were feeling, you wanted it more. Your breathing steadied. You're confused, but a nice confused. Why is there a nice version of being confused? Strange.)

(. . . You can hear his heartbeat. It's nice. Steady. Strong. You look up at Isabeau. He's looking down at you, glancing away as you turn to look at him. Hmm. He is shy about it. Maybe that is what you are feeling? Are you shy? Maybe, that doesn't feel quite right. You keep looking up at him untill he looks back. He smiles softly.)

". . . Better?"

(You blink up at him.)

"Not sure?"

(Did you feel better? Stars. You don't know. You're just staring up at Isabeau. What was so fascinating about him. Why did you care? You're supposed to just protect Siffrin. You're supposed to make sure you all wake up the next day. Yet here you are. You are, for lack of a better word, transfixed by your Defender.)

(You open your mouth. You want to say something. You want to say anything. But he wont understand. But you want to do something. What do you do. Isabeau tilts his head slightly.)

"Do you want. . ." (He looks away again. Blushing.) "N-nevermind."

(?. You reach up and turn is head back to look at you. Then you put your hand palm up and shake it a bit. "What is it?")

"Do you. . ." (He trying to hide his face.) "Do you want to kiss me?"

(Your heart skips a beat.)

(He just asked it? Just like that? Why would he. He didn't at first. You asked him what it was after all. You look up at him. He knew that you were you, and not Siffrin, or Loop. He knew you were the one who was most touch averse. Most aggresive. Most defensive. And yet, he trusted you enough to ask you something like that. What does that mean. Did he trust you? Or was he trying to get to you.)

". . . . . S-sorry. . ."

(Why was he apologising. Did he feel embaressed? Ashamed? Ah. He was assuming that your feelings for him was the same as the other two. Looking at his eyes, you could tell he was terrified he was wrong. It's true, you know your feelings are far, far more complicated than Loop or Siffrins, and truly that is a feat in itself.)

(And yet. . .)

(You reached up and touched Isabeaus cheek. When he looks back down at you, you very gently nod.)

"I-- a-alright!" (You could see his surprise. His. . . Excitement? Nervousness? Maybe that's what you were feeling too. He puts a hand hovering right by your cheek. You nod. He places his hand on your cheek. You wince, but don't pull away. He's gentle, and he's warm. You feel like there's spikes on your skin, and yet his hand feels like. . .)

(He leans closer to you, you're face to face, you can't look away. He's nervous. He doesn't know how to kiss you. It's like at the sleepover. Or at the tree. Or at the end. You want to kiss him. And he wants to kiss you. It should be alright then, right? It'll be alright if you. . .)

(You reach up and kiss him.)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(Your heart. . . . You're warm. You're shaking. You have, you feel, you feel amazing, you feel so warm, you feel boiling. You kissed him. You just kissed him. It was only for a second but it felt like an eternity. You don't know how to feel about it. You think the feeling is good, you hope it is. Because, because. . .)

(Ok that's enough touch now.)

(You start tapping Isabeaus side untill he lets go of the hug. You sit back in your spot, fists balled up in your lap. You're sweating. And shaking. But you weren't thinking about that dagger anymore. Was that good? That should be good, right? Isabeau is worried about you.)

"A-are you alright?"

(You nod. And hold up a finger. "One second.")

(Isabeau waits patiently for you. You breath in and out. Alright. Alright you're normal again. You ball up your fists and push them away, laying them out flat. . . Then take a hand to your temple and drag it down. "Alone time, please.")

"A-alright. If you need me, or, need anything. Just, just come and find me, ok?" (Isabeau gets up to leave.)

(You tug on his shirt before he goes, he turns. You point to the dagger Isabeau put to the side. Open palms up from one side of your body to the other. "Take it away")

"Oh, alright." (Isa takes the dagger and holds it close.) "I'll protect it with my life."

(The corner of your mouth twitches. Heh. Funny. You look up at Isabeau. One last thing. You drag a finger accross your lips.)

"Our secret?"

(You nod. Our secret.)

[procrastinating-everything07]

Heres some side characters since a few people actually liked my last post :) I'm not a huge fan of how I drew jays clothes but whatever- please ignore Antonia I never finished her drawing and probably never will (Bonzle was also supposed to be a draft but I'm to lazy to redraw her)

[kings-highway]

okay I have a borderline crackfic Idea and it goes a little something like this -

fairy/genie overhears Kagehina fighting about who's job is harder on the court and bodyswaps them, but then decides to just bodyswap all the other players at the camp (prefecture wide??? at least Karasuno, Seijoh and Stz) just for shits and giggles.

I would use a randomizer wheel to see who is in who's body.

it would just be pure, unfiltered chaos that only ends when Kagehina can get their shit together enough to create a flow chart of who's consciousness is in who's body and get a complete circuit. Except apart from Kagehina none of the other players are aware of the magical element/what incited this so for them its just out of the blue horror surprise one morning.

[twig-gy]

we acknowledge whole as different than chonny jash but we do give him certain surface level characteristics that chonny has. interesting

[hectorthedoggo]

guys help i have the impulse to make a p0500 wingfic (something ancient in me has awoken)

[thenocturnenarrator]

Ok, this will be a different type of post.

Let’s talk about self esteem and people you care about =)

You are important, if you feel bad or in pain you deserve help and you should reaaaaally get it

So what if they’ll say your annoying for asking? If being “annoying” is what it takes to get help do it. Be annoying. Ask and ask and ask until they have no choice but to listen to you

Friends and family should care about your health (physical and mental)

A good friend will not insult you, disrespect you or attack your physical or mental dignity in any way

If one of your “friends” does any of those things maybe you should reconsider your friendship. Talk to them about it and if they say it’s nothing and don’t give it any sort of importance reconsider your friendship once again

If you are being bullied physically or mentally Idc which one, both are equally bad, TELL YOUR PARENTS THEY CARE ABOUT YOU (or at least they should)

Just because someone has “bigger or more important problems” doesn’t mean your problems are not important

Value yourself, you are an unique person. The odds for you existing are 1 in a million, each and every person is different and as long as you deserve respect. This is call dignity, you deserve respect for the mere fact of having been born. Never put yourself down, I know it’s hard, everyone has struggled with self esteem at some point. But please think of everything that makes you… you.

If you think you won’t be missed, you’re wrong. You will be missed. The odds of you disappearing and not being missed or remembered by a single person in the world we live in is almost non existing.

I know quoting a game may seem weird or not genuine but there’s nothing that describes what I’m trying to say better and it’s a line that helps me every single day. Every single time I feel down or have low self esteem, I think about it. Maybe (most likely) you already know this but I wanted to remind you all.

As Sans Undertale said:

Take care of yourself kid, cause someone out there really cares about you

That’s all I have to say. Please be safe, wherever you are

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVDU Headcanons

Vampirism - Transition

This is just how I think it would feel

A/N: Sorry if it's kind of long lol hope you enjoy it. No chapter this week, exam season is killing me.

Warning: descriptions of blood, obviously

TVD Masterlist

If you were (un)lucky enough to die with vampire blood in your system this is how I think it would go

Obviously, if you knew about vampires the whole process would be a lot quicker cause you would know you needed to feed, but let's say you didn't and you were in the same position Caroline was

If you died in the hospital like Care did, you would figure out pretty quickly what it is that you craved

You would wake up in the middle of the night, confused and disoriented; for some reason, you felt...different

A strange hunger was seated deep in your stomach; it was a hunger like you'd never known, all-consuming and distracting

Your throat was dry and itchy. You picked up the glass sitting on your nightstand and you drank the stale water - it did nothing to quench your thirst

The next thing you noticed was an annoying beeping sound; it rang loudly in your ears but you couldn't determine where it was coming from

You then focused your eyes on the beam of moonlight peering through the window - you could see the dust particles floating in the air. You were confused, to say the least (especially if you wore glasses as a human)

You looked at the clock - 3:00 AM

Wanting to see more of the room, you turned on the bedside lamp and regretted it immediately. It felt like the light was stabbing your eyes; you cursed and turned it off

Taking a deep breath, you tried collecting your thoughts but the hunger inside you was the only thing you could think about

Remembering your friend sneaked you some snacks the day before you take them out of your bag and eat them but it does nothing to satisfy your hunger

At this point you start getting frustrated with yourself; you get out of the bed and walk out into the hallway - it's empty

As you take a few more steps you start hearing that beeping again. You follow it and are now in front of another patient's room and peering through the window you realize it's the heart monitor

You're just about to leave when you hear something coming from behind you; thinking quickly, you rush into the nearby restroom. You take a quick look in the mirror - you seem paler than usual and the look in your eyes freaks you out

"I just have to sleep it off and I'll be better in the morning" You thought optimistically

You peek out of the restroom and see that a nurse is walking down the hall and pushing a cart in front of her; she walks into the room you were looking at

Taking this as a chance to flee, you walk out of the restroom and rush past the room. But as you pass the cart you are hit with a smell - sweet and heady, it makes your head spin

You turn back and realize that the smell is coming from the blood bags that are stacked on the cart - before you even realize what you're doing, you grab one of the bags and run back to your room

In the privacy of your room you sit on your bed and examine the bag; you focus your eyes on the way the blood sloshes inside the plastic bag and every time you sniff it, it makes your mouth water

You seemed to be in some kind of trance

You take off the protective cap off the tube; "Just one sip"

Taking hold of the thin tube, you put it in your mouth and experimentally take a sip

As you do, your mouth is filled with the cold liquid and your tongue is flooded with the metallic taste of blood

This seemed to snap you out of your trance and you realize what you just did; you cough and throw the blood bag across the room. You wipe your mouth, disgusted with yourself

You quickly grab the bottle of juice from your bag, trying to wash off the taste of blood. But this only made you gag. It's almost like your body was rejecting normal food/drinks

You were once again hit with the scent and this time it was so overwhelming you could not resist it as every cell in your body urged you to take another sip

You pick the bag up from the ground and start sucking the blood from the bag.

In the morning

A couple of hours later, you wake up once again. You thought sleep would help you feel better, but you were wrong. You thought the hunger would go away during the night but it didn't.

It was around 7:00 AM when the nurse brought you your breakfast. You reluctantly ate it, but food was not what your body craved for

Getting up from your bed, you pick up your bag from the chair nearby; after getting the stuff you need, you put the bag back on the chair

As you push the bag onto the chair, your fingers catch some of the sunlight that was peeking through the window - immediately the tips of your fingers start burning and you hiss in pain as you quickly pull your fingers away

Quickly walking to the sink, you put your fingers under cold water to soothe the pain

"What the hell was that about!?" You think as you rub your hands in frustration

You feel anger bubbling inside you; you look up into the mirror, and the longer you look at yourself the more you notice something being off about your face

Then, to your utter shock and horror, black veins start spreading beneath your eyes and across your cheeks. Your sclerae turn red and you gasp as you take in the change.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief and then you groan as your gums start aching; it feels like your teeth are trying to break through the skin. But you already have all your teeth. So what is this about?

After a couple of agonizing seconds, you are met with the sight of long, sharp fangs protruding from your mouth.

You take in the monstrous appearance of your face and it finally dawns on you

"Am I...a vampire?"

Taglist: @ashaluuler

[superfastjellyfishsandwitch]

Just got back from the renaissance fair

I’ll post a picture when I get home but I got this REALLY cute fairy top

Idk if I’ll wear it to the fair I literally always go as a pirate I just dress like a fairy to school normally so it’s ✨for life ✨

[nomeaynfoeye]

seeing these tma in character blogs makes me wanna make a michael and/or nikola one lmao. might do it idk.

[poetsplay]

might make a side blog to post my edits on hmm

[sergle]

Are you on southern men swing dancing together tiktok?? Huh??? Because I AM

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[flojouno]

i wanna do a subathon so fucking badly it’s insane

[science-lings]

my dad saw ao3 open on my computer and asked if that was like my writing club and just so you know that's what fanfic writers are now, we're all in the same writing club where we all write about the same media and show each other our little stories and that's kind of cool actually

[sophies-junkyard]

I’m in the South. I’ve got ears to the ground. Republicans are SWEATING at the prospect of Kamala being nominated. They’re not sure Trump can beat her.

Let’s prove them right.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing