#that don’t feel like theyre tied yet

[designernishiki]

well. finished yakuza 5.

[darkdemeter]

Tis I again! With more requests for darksiders!

Can you write the four horsemen with a human s/o that Is just really supportive and really Open with their love towards them

(Like they always make them tea when they come by their home, or when they go out into the realms together their s/o makes sure they have somewhere confortable to lay down on if they need rest or something to cover them if they get cold.

They also try to cheer them up with compliments and silly jokes [war May not understand any of them but hey A+ for the effort] and are also very cuddly and have those casual touches of like,holding their hand or patting their back, or playing with their hair and maybe say "hey,remember I love you okay?" A little too often as a way of reassurance and are always up to listen to them and their problems if they need It.

They'll of course stop if theyre told to do so,cuz respecting boundaries and all)

These four need some actual love,they deserve so much better!

As always take ur time and thanks in advance!

Have a great day! (And sorry for the huge wall of text)

A HEART SO UNCONDITIONAL

◤✘DARKSIDERS COLUMN | Death/Strife/War/Fury x GN Reader

NOTES: ↳ I thought I'd take a different approach in giving each of the riders their own little short story while mixing around the elements you listed. (That's why it's taken so long.) Thank you @screechinginthevoid for this one and for being so so patient! They do, our Horsemen deserve the world! 😭 WARNINGS! ↳ A lot of angsty hurt/comfort with fluff — depictions of established relationships

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DEATH

Who said that loving the reaper himself would be a walk in the park? It’s not, but the hardships don’t worry you. So trusting in him and understanding, yet you always have this overwhelming aura about you that Death remains unsure about. 

How can a human possibly have so much love and compassion for him? The very being that will take your life from this world when your time is done.

But you don’t allow that to phase you – to never stop you from reminding him each and every waking moment you share together, how much you love him and that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him. You cherish him to the point he fears it blinds your mortal eyes. 

Humans, he’s found, are so fundamentally flawed by the very thing that makes them integral to the balance: their love. A power so absolute, yet corruptible and easy to turn, and though you show no sign of that tainted mark he very much believes it has been poisoned by his presence.

You hand him his mug, the dark stew of tea ringing around in tidal circles until it calms under his steadiness and the tea’s stilling reveals his reflection.

A reflection he never took part in recoiling at before, now almost flinching at the dreaded sight before him that was him. Looking up to watch you at the sink, absently humming a song’s tune to yourself as you set to working away at the dishes, he wonders if this settlement is right for you. He’s grown far too attached now. He has to stop it… but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. 

Death wonders if the seven sins have infected him with these selfish desires that keep him from severing the cord that’s already pulled you both together. Before, he could have done it without any ties of remorse to haunt him afterwards. Your love is overwhelming. How you express it, how you say it, how you care for him. 

He can’t fathom it. Finishing up your chore at the sink, you dry your hands and toss the hand towel onto the counter and wander over, a gentle grin on your lips as you reach a hand to lay on his tense arm. 

Death flinches away at the action, alerted by the sudden press of warmth that your skin brings to his colder temperature. He wishes he could succumb to that feeling, bask in its entirety but something holds him back. 

Your hand lifts slightly, your smile turned and your brows furrowed to express your sincere, silent apology for alarming him. Throughout this relationship, you have always seen how Death keeps himself well beyond the comfort you try to give him, leaving him to reserve his emotions and affection. 

You remain patient that he may eventually open up. Even if it takes you to the very end of your life, so be it.

“Hey,” you greet softly, trying again as you rest your hand back on his arm. “I was thinking maybe we could venture out to the Maker’s Realm? I thought it’d be nice to have a picnic.”

He hasn’t visited that realm for quite some time and he recognises the way you’ve been feeling stuffy inside your humble abode. Itching to be let out of your cage like a little bird. His little bird that sings happily for his ears to hear, trapped inside a cage you don’t see as imprisoning and he’s far too selfish to let you be free.

Maybe this picnic would help him ease out of this habit of keeping you to himself, that finally he can set his little bird free.

The air is fresh with the aging scent of pine leaves and the sun bathes your skin with a comfortable warmth. Through Death’s actions, he hoisted you off of Despair’s back, his grip strong and firm with you before he set you down. Just like always, you scuttle off in that human nature, the basket held tight in your hands as you settle down on the hillside. 

Death takes a moment to himself to simply admire it all – perhaps for the last time. His hand runs over Despair’s neck with an uncomfortable sense of dread he has not felt in a long time, the pain that follows the loss of something he holds dear creeping over him that in turn unsettles his loyal undead steed. 

“You coming?” you ask, voice innocently inquiring in his absence, laying out a large canvas of a day blanket atop the pasture of grass. While you stare at Death, he feels his resolve waver. 

He can’t do it. How the sun sets a glow to halo around you, hair gently tousled in the wind makes you appear like a dream. 

He can’t remember the last time he had dreamt, when he had a moment of true peace that granted him an escape from his troubles. 

He wants to stay in this place with you always but he knows he cannot. There comes a time where he must wake up. There is a time he will have to let go and say his final goodbyes. Death stalks over to where you’ve set up, intending to sit beside the laid out blanket only to catch your gaze. 

You’ve the look as if he’s committed the most heinous of crimes before a large grin crosses your features. “Come on over, I've saved room just for you.” 

Indeed you had, the blanket large enough for two, even still he harbours his hesitance. In an instant, you give him that same, sympathetic smile you had in the kitchen. “Only if you want to, whatever makes you comfortable.” 

He moves cautiously and inches himself until his weight hovers at the chequered edge. You lean against his side and rest your head against his shoulder, still smiling up at him.

“What a beautiful day. Thanks for taking us out here, I really appreciate it.”

He only huffs in response, shoulders knocking your head off balance from shoving down slightly, but you only giggle. “I do! I really, really appreciate it. We get to spend the day together in the sun and enjoy a nice picnic. And you know what’s even better?” 

“What?” He asks, voice low in his gruff timbre. Your smile is radiant. Infectious to the point that it makes something inside his chest swell and pulsate. Dangerously so that he doesn’t know what to make of it, denying the possibility that it may very well be… love. 

You raise a finger to trace down the bridge of his masked nose, so lovestruck and in awe of the way his amber eyes flicker like nervous flames, silently watching and waiting. You answer softly, “That I’m with you.”

For a second you think you catch a rare and radiant glimpse of something in his eyes but he quickly diverts his attention ahead to watch the scenery. You know that he’s troubled but in true fashion, he doesn’t unload you with any of it. He’s hardened his shell to keep his secrets from you.

You reach a hand between you and find the cool define of his long, spindly hand, your fingers entwine with his own and give a reassuring squeeze.

“Death?” You ask, eyes shifting to look at him out of the corner of your vision. He doesn’t respond but you know he’s listening.

“I understand that you keep things to yourself but I want to help. I would like to be someone you can talk to.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he sighs. It shatters you, yet you are aware that it is the truth. 

“Have I done something wrong?” 

He turns his head to face you, eyes glaring downward and you feel your breath hitch, lungs caught in the flames of his eyes. 

“I— I’m sorry, whatever I’ve done I am sorry, I just… I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.” 

“You haven’t done anything wrong…” his head bows and his shoulders deflate with a heavy sigh. “Not intentionally.” 

“Then what is it?” You move to sit on your knees, facing him. 

“Little bird, I fear that you don’t understand what it means to love me.”

His words are a wound stabbed deeply into your heart. Still he continues, scoffing with a shrug, “It all seems tedious to shower me with your affections, only to meet your end with me. Why bother?”

“You don’t get it…” you sigh, bottom lip trembling slightly as tears cover your eyes with a shiny gloss. “Humans are so difficult when it comes to love, yes. But sometimes, we don’t get a choice in who we fall in love with. We just do.” 

You’re overcome by the sudden high of your emotions. Before you know it, your arms pull around his shoulders and drag yourself in until you sit in his lap, his hands frozen to hover over your waist. You don’t care if he doesn’t reciprocate your actions, you just want him to know how much you care for him.

“You mean so much to me, Death. Without you, I would have given up trying to survive. Without you, Humanity would have ceased to be. You are the most noblest soul I have ever come to know.” 

You recall that time. What you thought would be his final goodbye. He left you in the care of the Makers until it was deemed safe to return to Earth. It wasn’t as much of an emotional farewell on his part, but you had caved right there, as he turned his back on you to walk away — to enter the well of souls and never likely to return. 

You cried, screamed and shouted, you begged him to hear your confession. That had been the night when you realised… “I made my peace the moment I knew I had fallen in love with you.” 

Your hold around him increases as sobs rack through you. Tears wet on your lashes, you sniffle. “I’m sorry if I’m always clingy, I promise I’ll try and not be, I just—I just can’t bear the— thought of losing you again!” 

His arms move slowly to circle around your waist, his presence a haunting comfort as he holds you to him. He can’t bear the thought of telling you to stop. He can’t let you go. His little bird in the cage wouldn’t last, not with wings too damaged to fly on your own again.

To be called the noblest of souls holds a light to the high regard you hold him to. He only did what was necessary for balance, for his brother. But that night, leaving you behind knowing it was for the last time, he was shaken to his core because he found that saying goodbye was so very hard when he realised he had fallen in love with you.

And so he holds you as you cry against him, perhaps not for the last time after all.

STRIFE

With a heart of unbridled magnitude, you love hard and fiercely. It shows in the way you always throw yourself on the towering nephilim whenever he steps a foot on your front porch, face lit up in your excitement to see him shadow your doorway.

“Whoa there!” He laughs, hands taking hold of you yet resisting to use all his strength unless he crushes you like a toothpick, anxiously aware that the daggered irons of his gauntlets can so easily shred and puncture you if he isn’t careful. 

You invite him inside with a tug of his hand in yours. “Come on, come on!” You’re always so cheerful and buzzing with energy. He’s stumbling paces behind you as he’s dragged further inside where you begin to make his usual tea in his favourite mug. 

“I’ve missed you so much, it’s been so boring around here without you,” you begin to rave and rant on, hearing the creaking of one of the stools support his weight. 

You ask with a cheeky smirk, “So what have you been up to lately, handsome fella?”

He replies with a casual roll of his shoulder, “You know me, firefly. Just doing my thing as a Horseman.” 

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.” You turn, hotly made tea nestled in your hands that you set in front of him. With a thankful nod he takes it.

“You have no idea.” 

With him sitting on the opposite side of the counter, your body hunches forward, pressed to lean your weight on the surface with your palms supporting your chin as you stare with what Strife can assume to be heart eyes.

“What?” he asks, golden eyes blinking rapidly. “Did I ever tell you that I love you?” 

Your voice is sickly sweet, sung in a playful note while you tilt your head side to side, lost and aloof in some daydream. 

“Every time you see me,” he chuckles and you perk up, grinning like the cat who ate the cream. 

“Well, I love you, Strife!” You’re suddenly at his side within a flash, arms thrown around him until you’re stuck to him like sap on a branch. You hum, happy and content to have him back, head nestling against his neck. He smells strong of gunpowder and a musk of burning wood that reminds you of the winter snuggled close by the fireplace. 

“I missed you so, so much…” You sigh quietly this time. 

Strife had entered your life with a flash and a bang. Literally. He fell from the sky as a massive ball of flame that scorched and melted the world around him. Just when you needed a saviour’s hand, he had arrived. From that day forth, you were constantly stuck to his side, even the few times he tried to brush you off to someone far more capable than him to care for you, you insisted that you remain with him. He made you feel safe in a world that no longer did. 

Him? He had almost laughed. He made you feel safe? Even when Ulthane promised that no harm would befall you under his charge, you were still determined to ride with a Horseman.

Was that the point he realised he loved you? Well, you sure left that much an impression on him that he fancied something about you. For the handful of humans that managed to survive you were the only one willing to come near him, no less be with him. It only felt natural in some way when your relationship evolved into something more after a single kiss — but just as instinctual as it may have been, Strife found himself drawn into something forbidden — not intended for him. But you assured him that he was the only one you wanted, that you loved him. The complicated nature of humanity at play before his very eyes. A mortal so hopelessly in love with him of all lovers to choose from.

He strips himself of his mask, letting it sit on the counter as he enjoys his tea while you huddle yourself against him like a kitten snuggling into his lap. Strife’s siblings often remark how attached you were to him. Whenever he would spend the night, the following morning he would have to say his goodbyes until your next meeting.

It hurts him every time he has to see that sorrow flash within your eyes, before you dismiss it and assure him that you will be alright and that you will be waiting for him just like always. 

There are days where you will pace the floorplan of your home just waiting for him, to hear the familiar clobbering of hooves raging against the pavement and a snorted whiney from Mayham, who you may have a bad habit of coddling and feeding one too many carrots to from your kitchen window when Strife isn’t paying attention. Hey, he enjoys them and who are you to deny the rider of unrest itself, and it keeps Mayhem from riding your recently planted greenhouse. 

“Alright there, sweets?” Strife chuckles, his voice having grown lower with a tired drawl. You hum, happy to bask and bathe in the intoxicating warmth radiating off him that seeps deep into your bones. 

“Hard not to be when I’m with you,” you coo softly, eyes droopy and you fight hard to hide a yawn. 

“How long have you been waiting up for me?” His question takes a sudden shift as he turns you in his lap, your body small enough that maneuvering you was as easy for him as it is for you to move a feather. 

“Not… not that long, just a couple… couple ‘fhours…” Again you strain to keep yourself from yawning. But Strife sets aside his unfinished tea, already scooping you to rest you on your back in his arms and carries you towards your bedroom. You whine, hands tugging at the fabric of his scarf. 

“But Strife,” — a large yawn finally stretches your mouth open — “I don’t wanna sleep, I want to cuddle you and tell you how you’re the darndest handsome fella I could ever call my own—”

He shushes you then, hands careful to lay you down on your mattress and pull the covers over you despite the weakened struggle you put up. “How can you be so handsome, honestly? And funny, and strong and just everything I could ever want in a partner?”

The fog of sleep is close to taking you under, however, the last of your energy that wanes like a candle wick almost burnt out comes as an attempt to sit on your knees. Yourhands splay over the large front of his chest, his golden eyes bouncing in their softened gaze as he silently pleads with you to rest. Still, you remain adamant even as the heavy lead drags your lashes down together. 

“You know… I just want you to know that I love you, okay? I’m always here for you, ‘m not going anywhere that isn’t with you.”

The darkened lines of his brown brows flex up, furrowed in his contemplation over your words. It’s almost like his spiked hair became tenfold bristled under the weight of such a reminding confession. Often, you tell him these things and he still has a hard time accepting that they mean anything true. You’re a human, even love is so cruel in blinding you. 

He figures that you will eventually grow out of it. Someday, you will find another man who will take care of you. He dreads the day that you will no longer be his baby, his precious love; the bright star alight in the cosmos that guides him home every time. 

A chapped kiss lands on your forehead, almost ghosting over the contour of your skin and he leans in close with a whispered, “Sleep.”

Nestled under the covers and head draped onto your pillow you let yourself drift off into a much needed slumber. Strife sighs from his place beside you, crouched and yet still very much hovering over your sleeping form. His hand runs over his face, deeply engrossed in the endless branches of unfinished thoughts and dwelling fears.

Is it all true, what you say to him? You have this way of overwhelming him and giving him exactly what he wants deep down. You say the prettiest of things to him, whenever you kiss him he believes he’s found his heaven eternal with you in his arms. How you refuse to go about your daily life until you have expressed exactly ten times how much you love him, that when you wake up in the morning happy it's because he’s the first one that crosses your mind and because you had the sweetest of dreams about him. 

You look so at peace when you sleep. Rarely can he enjoy it, haunted by sin and haboured regrets, a place where his greatest of fears can become a manifested prophecy that warns him of what will become of him. Of you both.

So he goes without. Besides, unlike humans who require it in their health, that’s not so much the case for him. Still, your dreams must be so sweet. So innocent of him. Unknowing of the real him, the identity he can never allow you to love. 

You awaken first to the feeling of something enclosing your waist with a vice-like grip, squeezing you in and in until you're struggling for air. Secondly, the sound of choked cries and intensely curt breaths that come and go far too quickly.  Your eyes are wide, rubbing away the drowsiness in them as you immediately tend to Strife, armor stripped into clunky masses on the floor around the bed like a protective shield. 

His large shoulders heave, the warping trail of heat rising from his body as he drowns in his sleep, his arms hold around you tighter. 

“Strife, baby— it’s okay, I’m here, I’m here,” you croak, voice already trembling with tears brimming in your vision. 

He hisses out your name with such vigor that it makes something in your heart rip asunder. He sounds so angry. So guilty. 

You call to him in his dreams. His eyes open, the powerful glow of tear filled gold bright and blinding you with dark spots. His breath shifts so sharply that his body physically vibrates against you, his chin tucked and pushed into your sternum, he glances up at you and his arms weaken their grip on you. 

Your hands caress the scarred texture of his skin, fingers tracing each one with delicate intent when you feel him flinch and shudder under your touch that finds its way to comb one hand through his hair. 

He tries so hard to keep the tremble of his sobs silent yet you’re aware that his resolve has crumbled, that front he often puts up cracks under the pressure and you’re there ready to catch him. 

“I know it’s tiring to hear me say it, but remember that I love you. I’m here for you.”

His arms then curl around you, holding you so that you have no choice but to remain there with him. He doesn’t want to go back to the past, he’s unsure what awaits him in the future. All he wants is to be here in the moment with you.

With a low voice, he utters, “Too many times… but please remind me again.”

WAR

Most honourable souls are not without their contrasting attributes. The red rider is known for his stoic personality and for being an unrivaled engine of chaos and pain, you are one of the very few who see him under the battle-worn hide. 

He’s endured much, been the discarded tool to a plot set to unravel the whole cosmos asunder and and let him take the fall for it. He’s been beaten down only to get back up when he saw you hidden away, eyes wide in your terror for the fate that awaited you should he fall. 

Never once did he fail you. 

All this time, he’s been nothing short of a protector, an honourable warrior who seeks only the fairest of retribution and the security of all that depend on him to make things right and at peace. You don’t see him as the monster others make him out to be. In your eyes, he is someone very special to you.

“So where exactly are we off to, hero?” you chuckle, feet kicking up slightly with Ruin’s incredible yet lackluster stride, hooves clobbering so hard it digs puddle sized gauges into the dirt. 

War sighs, his chest easily pushing you forward in the saddle easily to it’s both embarrassing and flustering. Your cheeks brighten with a blushing pink. “We are scouting ahead. The ruins should not be too far ahead now.”

“You said that eons ago!” you huff. Eyes rolling drastically they almost fall out of their sockets. 

“It’s not been that long.”

You pucker your tongue between your lips, popping an obnoxious raspberry. The ride wasn’t at all bad, just a tad boring and your thighs were beginning to ache just a little from being sat in the saddle for a while. War’s hand had a controlled grip on the bulky chains acting as the reins, leaving your hands to either grip the horn or fumble in resting them atop of War’s larger one. The latter of which you’d feel his chest lock up with a sudan hitch buried in his throat and a smile stretching far and wide across your face. 

Your effect on the Horsemen was really that obvious, wasn’t it? Anyone can see it.

Because of your arising boredom and your need to entertain yourself, you begin to mimic the action of looking out for the ruins War spoke of, hands curving into little circles to cup over your eyes. “What are you doing?” you hear his voice ask from above and your turn your gaze upwards, hands still formed into makeshift binoculars. War will only ever admit to himself, he almost chuckled. “I’m keeping an eye out for our destination.” 

“You are being playful,” he remarks, seeing you bounce your head in agreement as your hands fall to hold the scratched metal of his gauntlet. 

“You caught me. I’m just bored, ugh!” Pouting you add timidly, “And my butt hurts.”

You jerk forward to catch yourself against the horn with a gasp, Ruin’s weight shifting to a complete stop. Turning your chin, you catch a glance at War who’s looking elsewhere other than forward, his head moving slowly this way and that as you follow his gaze. He’s scanning the nearby cliffside to your side. One wrong slip of your footing and you’d be rolling down a steep incline of rocky foliage and winding branches before you even make it to the rushing stream far below. 

But the scenery is nice. A sunset smearing softly integrated pinks and darkish purples, reveling in the warming tan of orange nearest the silhouette horizon. 

You breath out, eyes transfixed, your stun an evident and final confirmation to War that taking a small break wouldn’t be so terrible. Who knows just how long his siblings would before meeting him at the ruins. 

With a firm nudge of his boot, War commands his steed to steer himself towards the sloping hillside, the horse chuffing loudly a cluster of embers that spark and frazzle with a crackling pop like flaming stars. 

The saddle is cradled to one side with War’s dismount, almost turning you over and out of the saddle completely before he aids you in getting you off Ruin’s back. 

Your back pops delightfully from stretching and you sigh in relief. The chance to stand and pace around allows the blood flow to seep back into your legs, standing at the cliff edge, you stare out at the picturesque scene with a deep inhale of the breeze. “It’s so pretty,” you say with a toothy grin that crinkles the corner of your eyes.

As you stare in admiration, War lets himself stand beside you, a regular force of habit that something may dare try to leap out and attack you, it’s ingrained into him as muscle memory to put himself between you and an enemy. 

But you haven’t encountered any enemies. Noo once since you arrived in this realm, its atmosphere almost entirely made of a peaceful ambience. For once, War can somewhat relax. 

“I kind of miss Earth being this way.” It’s hard sometimes to think of home, it’s once way of life slowly thriving, but it will still take some time to become an inhabitable biome. Until then, you mostly travel with War. On the off chance that you must stay behind, you stay with the Makers or the pocket haven with other humans until he returns to collect you. 

Meanwhile, War silently contemplates a darker memory. Back when the nephilim invaded countless realms much like this, carving out its natural beauty to leave behind a shattered husk. His hands clench into tight fists, weight crunching the dirt under his feet with a low rumble. He thinks about the terrible rage he becomes whenever he loses control of himself, slipping into this facade that feels all too real, fearing that it may very well be the real him; that his code of honour is the facade. 

By the time he snaps out of his thoughtful stupor, he sees you playing in the dirt. 

Stick in hand, your drawing something, focus entirely on your illustration and War cannot help but half-heartedly ask, “What is that?”

“Us!” you beam, “there’s you, there’s me and this is Ruin.”

The war steed bellows a proud whiney at the mention of his name, massive head shaking the heated curtain of his mane. His front hoof paws the ground in triumph. War kneels down, body closing in that his shadow very well hovers over you while he studies what you’ve drawn.

“And… what are you doing there?”

To answer his question, you lean into him and plant your lips to his cheek with a quick peck, chuckling at the Horsemen’s expression that is too stun to compute. His frozen eyes are wide and it takes a good long while before he even blinks. He turns his head with a frightful and sudden jerk, the fading sunlight letting you see that which the overcast of his hood fails to hide — a pink dusting of a blush in his cheeks. 

“What— was that for?”

“Because I love you, silly!”

You settle yourself down on the patch of grass and pat your hand encouragingly for War to do the same beside you. Once he does, albeit the awkward motion of adjusting himself to do so, you lean all your weight against him that he supports with no issue. To him, you weigh nothing more than a feather pillow.

Your head presses to the hardened bulk of his shoulder. You sigh in contentment.

“This is really nice, being out here with you.” Your hand falls over his, the comfort of it letting all your fears and worries wash away. Whenever you try to hold hands with War, you are the one to initiate it, feeling the hesitant way his hand tense before it releases and coaxes itself to grab yours in turn. However, you decide against trying to force it. 

He asks, “You truly mean that?”

You nod in reply, cheek rubbing against his arm. “I do.”

Then you feel it. His hand turns so that his palm flatley faces up and his large fingers curl around your hand, capturing it in his grip. “You know, if I had my sketchbook right now, I’d paint you like one of my french girls.” 

Your voice had dropped into an exaggerated accent, your other hand pursing your fingers together. 

Of course, another playful jest goes right over his head by the puzzling quirk of his snowy bow. That’s joke number 1,551 and counting. Many of your journeys consist of you trying to get one joke to land with the behemoth in red, but none have seemed to catch. Your face puckers inward like you sucked on a lemon and tried not to react.

By now the sky has grown darker, stars dotting the sky’s nightly canvas and the moon rising just as the sun’s last rays kissed the mountain terrain. 

“Hey, War, knock knock…”

His lips form into a sneer, tsking in a slight of annoyance. Not this again…

He sees you’re not going to back out of this one, far too stubborn to do so. Giving in for the first time ever to the infamous two lines he’s heard too many times to count, he grumbles, “Who’s there?”

“Me?”

His eyes narrow again. You’re up to something with this, he knows it. “Me… who?”

“It’s just me, and I want to tell you that I’m thankful to have you around. Whenever I wake up, I think of you and how you’re doing, and if that someday… you’ll finally recognise that you are my hero — and not the monster.”

This is the most peculiar of jokes. But wait, you’re not laughing. You’re not waiting for him to acknowledge the play on of the punch line. You’re being genuine. “And that whenever I’m not around you, I get so scared not only for myself but for you. I care about you so much that I stay up in hopes that I’ll see you again before I collapse from exhaustion. Whenever we’re riding together, I feel secure and warm because I know you have the reins and you have me.

When you’re around, you scare away the real monsters. And that is what a hero does, and that’s what makes you my hero. Because you’ve always been there when I needed you.”

War’s eyes fall away and you take his loss of eye contact as failure. Again, he doesn’t see how much you love him, how your heart pounds rapidly when you both stand close to one another and that your heart is his for eternity. That for you, there is nobody else to love. Only him. 

His hand that holds yours drags you into lap and his lips ghost over the crown of your head, causing your eyes to widen and your chest to cease its breath. “I’ll always be there for you, my love.”

Tears mist over your vision, wetting your lashes as your arms reach around him as far as they can, engulfing him in a hug. He really is your knight in armour of creepy faces. 

FURY

Her determination remains just as strong, even now. She refuses to let you see at her weakest. All you want is to be a rock for her to lean on when things get tough. She cannot accept that, will not let you shoulder the burdens that are hers to carry.

She’s a fearsome sort of stoicism but therein lies her beauty in your eyes. Where she sees nothing but a misshapen and discarded weapon of war, you see the comings of a Phoenix rising from the ashes. A past that seeks to destroy her and yet she still fights on.  

She inspires you in ways she can hardly imagine. The days she comes to ride up to your house, elegantly sat in Rampage’s saddle with a sense of control on the reins that chink and chatter with a chainy rattle, you’re already launching yourself ten feet out of the door and making her pull hard to a stop. 

She bites your name harshly, face furrowed into a glare. You know her better than that, it shows in the coiled edges of your big and bright smile. 

“I missed you!” You cry out, bouncing on your feet like a hyped jackrabbit. 

You throw your arms around her without a second thought once she has dismounted. Despite the obvious of her much taller height, you hold nothing back in the way you hug her tightly.

She’ll feign annoyance as her dark lips turn into the faintest of smiles in the shadow of her features, a telltale sign that she appreciates these wonderful moments that she secretly misses.

However, there are times that your illustrious partner of a Horsemen will shut you out, more often than not as of late, she huffs and mutters to herself with an expression screwed into a sneer. She’s troubled by something and its mystery writhes a flare of determination within you to find a solution. A problem solver. That is what makes the bulk of your intimately struggling relationship with Fury. You try to solve all her problems, no matter the weight, big or small.

She walks with a swaying saunter towards you, Rampage pawing at the ground with a ruffled snort, shaking off the remnants of unease his rider held. “How’ve you been, Fury? Would you like some tea? I also thought we could finish reading that book together, or maybe have a late evening dinner in that realm—”

She flicks her wrist dismissively, bluntly saying under her breath, “Whatever is easiest. I don’t have the patience to decide.”

It stops you in your tracks for sure. The impact of her response weighs heavily on your heart and you bite aggressively into your lip to prevent yourself from shedding the springing flush of tears. She’s just mad, you try to reason with yourself. I have to find a way to cheer her up.

You follow her inside, watching how her body slumps forward slightly with a sigh as if she sheds the cumbersome shell of her burdens at the door and proceeds forth with a more sluggish pace. You frown at this. “I’ll make you a tea,” you say from behind and rush off to the kitchen, setting to making her drink before going off to fetch one of your comfort blankets. Whenever you find yourself in a pit of doubt, sadness and impending woe, you toss one of the soft blankets you’ve had for as long as you can remember,snuggling into its warmth as you settle in with a good book to read or a small puzzle to fix your mind on something. It always helps you, so why not try it on Fury?

You see her take a seat on the couch, posture slouched so far forward now it rivals Death. Hands clutch into the blanket, nails gnawing into it thoughtfully, praying that this works, then like a mouse you tip-toe out from your hiding place and throw the blanket over her shoulders, enveloping her in another yet shorter hug. 

“Ugh– what are you…” Her eyes shift to turn to you, lips revealing a nasty snarl on her part but she stops suddenly, seeing the flash of something cross your face. She doesn’t mean to project her anger onto you. It’s just that she can’t exactly explain why she keeps coming back to you when she is in this particular mood, feeling like she has nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. Still, she pushes you away with every attempt you make to cheer her up. 

“A comfort blanket,” you answer with a kind smile. “They always make me feel better.” You round the couch and sit at her feet, hands taking a second guess before they find a tender placement on the armour of her leg. 

“Hey, remember I love you and I’m here for you.”

You see the gears turning like clockwork in her head, eyes torn between narrowing and relaxing and the contortion of her mouth leaves you to believe she’s fighting herself on this. She wants to say something but nothing is coming out. She’s trying to find a way to word it without hurting you to the point that it may break you. 

She cares for you, more than what she would like to admit to anyone. But it’s true. She has become ensnared by your attention, your love and the way your presence is uplifting to be around. Like a moth drawn to a flame she keeps coming back. 

“It’s hard.” It stings her to say it, but she just needs time. She needs to think this through. “I know you love me. But it’s just… it all feels too much for me.”

Your eyebrows move upward, sympathetic as she speaks her mind. It’s not common for her to be so vulnerable with you. So you take it in stride, taking in a deep inhale. 

“I’m sorry. I will do better in toning my extreme outpour of affection until you’re ready.”

Sometimes you wonder if you carry on a tad bit more than you should, giddy and over excited to see Fury even if it’s only been days between visits. 

If this is how Fury feels then it is your obligation to be supportive and respectful of her wish for space, granted it may prove to be a bit of a challenge but that is what relationships are about. Overcoming the many trials you face in one another and together. 

She nods thankfully and you hum, pressing a quick, light kiss to her forehead and then head to the kitchen, soon reappearing with her steaming cup of tea. 

By the time you get back you see she’s immersed herself in the comfort blanket, hands tugging it over herself that bit more until her focus lands on you, eyes moving between your genuine smile and the mug cupped in your offering hands. She takes the beverage with a softly muttered, “Thank you, dear.”

The two of you curl up together on the couch, and Fury lets you drown her mind with the last half of that novel you wanted to finish during her last visit, only to find that you had passed out, reading yourself into a slumber that left her tugging heartstrings no choice but to carry you to bed and lay you under the covers, bidding you a farewell. 

As you read the contents of the page, mesmerised in the storyline, Fury’s attention is only half engaged with it – the other just taking the time to admire you. 

How well you have taken her request when for sure she expected you to cry. She didn’t miss in catching the way a glossiness covered your eyes when she spoke with you, and perhaps she should feel shame for it. She’s pushing you away because she’s utterly terrified. She doesn’t register your voice saying her name, finally snapped out of it she looks to see one of her hands clenching into the couch arm, ripping and rendering its cushioned flesh. 

Before she can begin to make any form of apology, you raise a hand to pause her, understanding that her mind had been elsewhere. 

It isn’t… easy being a Horsemen. Hell, it’s not easy being a human sometimes, and the factors of this relationship should be difficult and impossible on any and all levels. You don’t let it stop either of you in the end. You do what you must to make it work, you fix her problems just as she fixes yours.

“Why are you so understanding?” she asks and your eyes widen a little, blinking a flutter of your lashes a few beating times. Your shoulders shove up and down with a steadied breath. 

“Because I—” you cut yourself off, aware that you’re it again. You clear your throat and tilt your head to the side, meeting her gaze. “Well, because that’s what you do in a relationship. You have made your concerns known and it is up to me to respect that. It’s… what humans do. We care.”

“Will you stop completely?” You know what she means. Somewhere deep inside she adores the shower of affection you show her, but delving outward is the hardened hide of a warrior. A fighter who has known nothing of love like your own. You shake your head, lightly chuckling. “Never. I adore you too much. My love is unconditional when it comes to you.”

A wider smile forms over her face then. It may not take so long as tomorrow to think this through and to be more accepting of your overbearing nature to coddle her with your love. Afterall, it was the way you expressed how you felt for her. A human so special to her, how could she deny your unconditional love?

[sophswritingthings]

Im so sorry this is veryyy long but I just love your writing so so so much and this is a very self indulgent idea of mine that I don’t have the writing capability for 😭

Okok so I just remembered that scene with akemi and Mizu where akemi was totally complimenting Mitzi’s eyes and I knowwwww it was a distraction but what if instead of akemi it was reader and it was a genuine compliment???

Like let’s say Reader is a noblewoman (or the Japanese equivalent) who Mizu is temporarily acting as a guard for and while reader is in her garden pruning all the flowers she’s like talking about how the hydrangeas are her favourite and that this variety is her favourite and then Mizu asks why because to her it’s just a dumb flower and she finds it stupid that a random noblewoman is spending her time valuing a flower over something more important

But then but then reader turns to Mizu and says it’s because the blue reminds her of Mizu’s eyes and then whispers that its beautiful but Mizu can’t tell if she’s saying that to her eyes or to the flowers so cue gay panic and while she’s all taken aback and trying to hide her surprise/flusteredness (bdcause Mizu is in so much denial and is trying to remain stoic as hell) reader cuts off a flower and hands it to Mizu while saying that it suits her while smiling softly And thennnnnn a few days later reader notices something on the end of mizus sword and guess what.

ITS THE HYDRANGEA THAT MIZU TOOK HOME TO PRESS DRY IN A BOOK AND USE AS A CHARM ON HER SWORD. THEYRE GAY AND IN LOVE YOUR HONOR. GAY AND IN LOVEEEEEEEEE

pairing: mizu x fem!noblewoman!reader

warning(s): light swearing

a/n: mizu and royalty is maybe my favorite paring just because being called “princess” by her lives rent free in my mind 🫠

summary: mizu must guard you, a noblewoman, to get the information she wants. what she doesn’t know is that she finds much more than the information she is looking for.

word count: 673 words / 3,615 characters 

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mizu watched you with careful eyes. her eyes were trained on you, every delicate movement, every snip of the shears for your flowers.

she had never seen a lady do such things— especially not a noblewoman such as yourself. a princess, in this time, you would be considered.

she always assumed that princesses were stuck up, with their head so far in the damn clouds that they couldn’t see the real world from so high up. that they never got their hands dirty.

but here you were— hair tied back, wearing what looked to be an old kimono of yours. it was covered in dirt, and so we’re your hands.

yet you looked happy.. content, even.

“hm. hydrangeas we’re always my favorite,” you murmur. “they come in so many different colors, you know?”

“yeah?” she replies to your comment, her eyes adverted. she didn’t have any interest in your flower talk. but she would humor you, because she did happen to like you as a person.

“oh, yes. everything from blue to pure white.” you nod your head, that gentle smile never leaving your expression. “blue was always my favorite.”

“.. was it, now?” her attention snaps back over to you. blue.

blue wasn’t a color she rather enjoyed. it always reminded her of what’s she was.

“it was,” you slowly rise to your feet, holding a bundle of blue hydrangeas to your chest. “they remind me of your eyes.”

her—her eyes?

mizu feels herself freeze up, her eyes almost wondering full as the moon, but she kept herself calm as she could.

“I know people don’t rather like your eyes. because they symbolize a part of you that people would rather like to ignore than acknowledge it,” you hiss. “but.. I think they’re beautiful. they look like the sea, the sky. or simply the hydrangeas I hold now. It’s a beautiful color.”

your expression never faltered. It was always soft and gentle.

you.. really meant it.

she could tell just from the look on your face. you were serious. you really enjoyed a part of her she hated so goddamn much.

“.. thank you,” she whispers, trying to recover from her fluster. she hoped you couldn’t hear it in her voice.

“of course,” you snip off one of the hydrangeas, placing it in the palm on her hand. “have one. they suit you, mizu.”

her hands shakes as she fully takes the flower from you. as if the exchange had never happened, you return back to your gardening. 

she stands there, her expression one of surprise and almost amusement. but she had to shake it off—she had a job to do.

a girl to protect.

and she wasn’t going to let such a sweet soul die on her own faulty hand.

so, she collected herself and stood at her guard post until the day was over.

“sir?” you poke the man in the side, “you haven’t happened to see mizu, have you? very tall, long sword—“

he stops you quickly, “he was sparring outside. your father asked him to share some of his skills with the young.”

you nod, thanking him quietly. you make yourself to the courtyard like area, peering around the door.

you catch a glimpse of mizu—seeing that she was indeed teaching some of the young of your kingdom her skills.

you were prepared to call out to her. head off to the gardens again.

but you paused, noticing the small flower that was pressed to the base of her sword.

you smiled, your face turning a rosy pink color at the sight. she enjoyed the flower, did she..

if that was the truth, you had no problem providing her with more.

you slowly approach her, careful not to scare her. you didn’t need to be cut, that was for sure. 

“mm—hello,” you hum. “you liked the flower, than..?”

she glanced down at the base of her sword, almost as if she had forgotten it was there. her lips curl into a small smile.

“I did. I really did.”

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a/n: and anon idk if you know this— but hydrangeas in general symbolize heartfelt emotion. and better, blue ones specifically symbolize gratitude! - me and my expanse knowledge of flower language 

[terraliensvent]

r we saying its problematic to post sfw artwork of a character with a nsfw alt cause thats rlly stupid

i agree the toyhouse should not have been linked without that art being maturity locked but as long as the art sent in the server wasnt nsfw which it appears it wasnt i do not see the issue.

not allowing sfw art of characters who have anything nsfw on their th seems rlly strict for no reason when they could just don’t allow the nsfw stuff or not allow the th to be shared

i would like to see both sides here fully bcuz no offense vibez is petty and aggressive af even if some of their points r valid and this feels like it could have been solved by asking them to just maturity lock the art in the th

post related

i think the bigger issue with it is the sheer hypocrisy of it.

smile demons is a species that has a history of being unsafe for minors and not taking proper action when dangerous people are reported, there are strong connotations to nsfw themes like leather play and bdsm, but its perfectly fine to post them in terra server because its (wrongfully imo) a “16+” species, yet symps (which are arguably more sfw) arent allowed because you cant advertise 18+ species. i find it pretty irresponsible that youre allowed to advertise a species that minors really shouldnt be playing around in (again, because of the suggestive theming and nsfw connotations, the fucking thumbnail for most of the myos is a character in leather gear), especially considering the fact we have proof of minors owning and interacting with others that have these fetish oriented characters

theres also the hypocrisy of being allowed to post characters/species with nsfw connotations when terra staff is so insanely strict about the nipple rule that you cant even post reference images without getting a warning

its, again, incredibly irresponsible to have someone on your mod team who argues leather gear and BDSM imagery is sfw, and who blurs the line to the point where they will link to a toyhouse with blatantly suggestive art and art where the character is wearing a GIMP MASK, with none of it being mature locked.

if youre gonna have a “minor friendly” server with adults in there too, you NEED to be as strict as possible with these things, the line shouldnt be blurred when it comes to NSFW shit because its incredibly easy for predators in discord servers to use plausible deniability to push the boundaries of what is and isnt ok to have around kids. ask yourself, would you be okay with seeing your 13 year old child be shown characters with gimp masks?

i think its one thing if youre just posting a normal sfw pic of your fursona who also has MATURE LOCKED nsfw on their profile. but its another thing entirely when youre posting a character with direct connotations to BDSM, who is part of a species that has heavy ties to BDSM and kink and has had issues in the past with minors, and linking that profile where none of the images are mature locked (and again, in the screenshot where they link the TH profile, a minor directly replies to them). you can bring up the hypocrisy again here, because terra staff HAVE taken issue with people posting th links in advertisements that contain art going against their nipple rule or other rules in the terra server. i also think its an problem that, when the issue is brought to tycho, he deflects and tells vibez to directly talk to the person theyre making the report against. thats just irresponsible from a moderation standpoint as well, and the cherry on top is banning them over this. they made a reasonable point, this character shouldnt be posted in the server, but because they bothered the mods enough in other situations this constituted a ban.

i said it in the og post, you can feel however you wanna feel about vibez being a bit of a dick lately with starting fights in terra server, but they shouldnt have been banned for bringing up the fact that characters like this should not be posted in the server. it seems like blatant loopholing around “no posting nsfw” and “no posting 18+ species.” like, in a fucked up alternate universe where succubuns was 16+ instead of 21+, would you say that should be allowed to be posted in a server full of minors that might want to join upon seeing the art?

[mediocre-noodle]

THE DALLAS HEADCANONS. which ig are just fun facts:

“coffee or tea?” tea. sweet tea. bc i cant have coffee. gib headache :[ therefore he has to suffer w me

fav color: green probably. tis the color of life.

bites ice cream + popsicles

fav popsicle flavor is red n blue. fav sno cone is tigers blood + blue raspberry + piña colada

yes hes ticklish but he hates it. he laughs but its involuntary amd doesnt mean he likes it. he will start crying. he will kick you, he will bite you, he will shove you—get away from him. he said stop.

dallas LOVES attention. not random attention, like. from friends. like a cat…. exactly like a cat.

affection is iffy. he shows it in a neurodivergent way. he has trouble being around people or being touched soemtimes. he also may feel guilty when people buy him gifts. he loves it sm though. he craves it.

sleep normally 6-10 hrs per night. go to bed very late and wake up in afternoon.

loves celebrating his birthday. however i haven’t given him a canon bday yet. he is a pisces though bc aha i am.

if he ever adopts a pet, its most likely bc he got them from the streets or from a shelter. esp if the shelter was about to euthanize them or there was an old animal no one wanted.

do not ask if he wants alcohol. he is a minor. no he doesnt care that hes TECHNICALLY hundreds of thousands years old. that’s offensive. fuck off. die. (/j)

willing to share earbuds/headphones BUT only w close friends— NOT LENDING!! SHARE-ING!!!! one piece for you and one for him. all is right in the world. (you will listen to his songs. sometimes people have never heard of them bc theyre from years before they were posted)

can he keep a secret? of fucking course. no he totally won’t tell seraphina, pfff—OKAY WELL IT’S NOT LIKE THEY WON’T ALREADY FIND OUT—

know-it-all but not in a I KNOW MORE THAN YOU RAHHHH and “well actually!!”— more of ‘knows so many fucking things and drops facts randomly’

pancakes > waffles. chocolate chip with no syrup or butter.

indecisive. but also decisive. can never chose.

is NOT insecure abt his smile. smiles brightly and w lots of joy. no closed-mouth if hes very happy. no he doesnt care if his teeth may look yellow— bones are supposed to look that way

fucking loves flowers. GIVE THE MAN SOME FLOWRRS.

normally prefers sweet over savory. it differs depending on the day.

loves gardening. HATES dirt under his nails. HATES gloves. the duality of man.

!!!! claustrophobia, fear mazes/labyrinths (or places that seem like ones) (bc of the castle), and then imma project and say storms + tornadoes. not gonna say loud noises bc he isn’t like. irrationally afraid of them. they may trigger him and send him into a panic attack but not a phobia.

worries people bc he doesn’t eat as much as he should. not in an ED way, more as in he only eats if hes bored or craving food. Guides don’t need to eat.

he has a CPR license and does renew it often

list is always growing so wooo!!

HEADCANON TIME!!

i love coffee but tbh dallas is actually real for that. i would do many things for an ice cold sweet tea

green is such a good color

UGH dallas is real for those.. i want kona ice now :/ (have u had kona ice before?)

UGH I HATE TICKLING but im so susceptible… hes just like me fr…..

projecting our sleep schedules onto our original characters i see

happy birthday dallas!! no established birthday means that everyday is his birthday

hhghgh i want to draw dallas with a really old dog now…

LMAOOOO hes a minor at heart… forever…

“dude this songs a banger!! no its not on spotify. yeah it wont be for another 30 years. you should listen to it tho”

he would see a cool bug and name its genus on the spot

he deserves so many good things i want to give him a hug (if he would be ok with it) OUGH

[causetheturtle]

K I have mixed feelings on the season 2 finale.

On the one hand WHY?! WHY did they kill off the autistic character AND ON AUTISM ACCEPTANCE WEEK? WHY did they have to kill any of them off when it was totally avoidable? WHY set up a love interest for Tech when it was never going to have any pay off? WHY give Tech so much development this season just to kill him? It felt like it was more for shock value than for the plot.

But on the other hand I’m personally not someone who minds a plot line being cut short or things feeling unfinished by a character’s death because…that’s life. Life doesn’t have a happy ending and things aren’t tied up in a nice bow. People die and others are left behind and I don’t mind when media reflects how depressing and unfair that is.

And then another part of me’s like TECH’S STILL ALIVE HE SURVIVED AND HE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED THEYRE GOING TO GET HIM BACK AND THEYRE ALL GONNA BE HAPPY!

I guess I’m just gonna have to wait and see what happens - whether or not Tech is still alive there’s still more show. It’s not over, there’s still more plot and character progression to go and we don’t know yet how things are going to play out in the long run.

But for right now I will just spend my time feeling incredibly conflicted and depressed!

[valsshadow]

i rank the entire of 1D’s discography

considering that it is really really close to exam season. i probably shouldn’t be doing this. (by that i mean when im making this, tomorrow is my paper and i haven’t started prep yet but it’s fine)

now then, why am i doing this

^^ 

according to spotify and going by the number of plays, we have

night changes

story of my life

drag me down

what makes you beautiful 

perfect

and you see. I HAVE A MAJOR ISSUE WITH THIS LIST AND I HIGHLY DISAGREE WITH IT. what makes you beautiful is below night changes, story of my life and drag me down?? i call bullshit.

therefore. i’d like to present my own ranking on 1D’s entire discography. 

disclaimers: purely my own opinions, feel free to fight with me about it. i’d love to hear what other people think. also haven’t been deep in the fandom for a while. directioner phase peaked in like 2021 and that’s quite a while ago

also a lot of these tie with one another. but in the name of a ranking list, ties dont seem very fun. 

there are gonna be 2 parts to this. one would be the slow and sad romance songs. and the other would be all the other songs. (theyre all romance so-)

ive just checked, there are a total of 89 that i need to listen to. i still have papers to do but HERE WE GO-

Pt. 1

perfect

have you ever heard perfect and taylor swift’s style mashed up together

it goes so well i love it

but omg i love perfect sm

1d perfect >> ed sheeran perfect

i want this played at my wedding

last first kiss

imo this is one of the best 1d songs

this makes me want to fall in love too

i’m in love with the chorus

what makes you beautiful

perfection

i take no arguments

although i prefer perfect more

its the best to jam to at a party

name me one person who doesn’t know this song

calls me out at the very first line

18

makes me want to fall in love with someone

seriously, this song makes me feel things

if i could marry a song it might just be 18

kiss you

i would blast this in my room on repeat and throw my own party

the lyrics and they way they sing it is so playful 

i love it

its such a fun song

i should have kissed you

i live for this

the lyrics to the melody

one of my all time favs

steal my girl

everyone loves it come on

can’t go wrong with this

diana

i really really really love this one

brilliant for when i’m sad

i played this on loop for so many months

better than words

so good. literally so good

from start to end 

its amazing

live while we’re young

my friend’s favourite

also a brilliant party song

would totally blast this during a road trip

drag me down

classic. really like the drum

and the way it just- starts.

like just goes “ive got fire for a heart” straight out of nowhere 

rock me

jammed to this for the longest time ever

repetitive. but i like it

they don’t know about us

again, classic

love it

lowkey fanfic material

story of my life

another classic

for good reason

i have no idea what this song is about

but its good

strong

“i’m sorry if i said i need ya, but i don’t care i’m not scared of loveee~

the verses are so good too

ready to run

i would sing the chorus on repeat

it’s giving running to the sunset on an empty street with your best friends  

temporary fix

sus song. 

i love it.

the lyrics 👀

why don’t we go there

love the chorus

bop. 

no control

makes me wanna dance

so good

apparently the lyrics are a bit suggestive

midnight memories

pretty popular

catchy

best song over

a little overplayed

but still a banger

she’s not afraid

the chorus>>>

don’t forget where you belong

“if you ever feel alone~ don’t~” very helpful i’m cured

love the pre-chorus and bridge

up all night

teenager party song energy 

back for you

likewise, catchy

lyrics match the song really well

loved you first

kinda sad

but i like the song

seems like a song that would trend on tiktok

stockholm syndrome

it’s the sort that get sticks in the corner of your mind and randomly pops up from time to time

nothing compares

i quite like it

the chorus reminds me of another song but i cant remeber

heart attack

really really catchy

love the beats

the “you-oo” and random “owws!” make me laugh so bad

everything you do

a bit repetitive at the chorus

but still catchy

i didn’t think id like it but it kind of grows on you

one thing

cute

catchy chorus

tell me a lie

pretty ok

typical pop song

cant go too wrong

i would

catchy chorus

magic

has coming-of-age movie energy

disney 

hey angel

cute song 

fireproof

gets a bit boring after a while

a lot of harry styles energy from this song

c’mon, c’mon

it’s ok

history

i really like the verse and the start. chorus not so much 

still the one

the chorus is nice

olivia

yknow hows theres not actually supposed to be that clap right before the chorus

i still know the exact beat

end of the day

catchy but a bit too typical

does he know

yes, 1d is mr steal-your-girl

illusion

not bad

i want

a little repetitive but i like the verse

also pretty funky sounding intro verse 

cool

wolves

funky intro tune 

pretty decent

na na na

pretty decent for their first album so

but a little too repetitive for me

alive

decent?

through the dark

not particularly memorable

gotta be you

kinda mid

all i hear is “youuuuuuuuuuuuu”

act my age

very early 2000s energy

change your ticket

eh

girl almighty 

eeeeeeeee

spaces

very country music

clouds

nope

little black dress

repetitive

little white lie

same thing with little black dress

not as repetitive but still is really repetitive

what a feeling

“through the wire through the wire”

another world

a bit of edm vibes

stole my heart

very edm

not exactly very 1 direction so no

never enough

don’t like the tune/melody of the chorus 

a bit of sussy lyrics in the verse

happily

i just listened to it but i remember nothing from the song

stand up

i dont see the meaning in this

boring

[this was so hard to make. you have no idea how wrecked i was trying to decide the ranks of the top 10]

unfortunately i did this in my ipad notes no i couldn’t find a way to format it nicely while at the same time keeping it easy to edit

[i said repetitive a lot. kinda ironic]

[fullofsomething]

im 19 years old. any pronouns (he/it/they preference). this is a kink- and nsfw-focused blog. no minors. tagging system under cut.

this blog is a way for me to discover what i’m into and what i’m not, as well as gather a collection of those things (including non-sexual kink stuff that i don’t want to put on my other blogs)

dividers

stuff ill post here/things im into:

bellies. i especially love the sounds they make, and when theyre full of something (anything from food/liquid/gas to vore, eggs, cum, and more).

hunger, but only for the sounds. the emptiness of hunger does not do it for me

slight preg stuff, but only because of Big Tum

vore stuff

burping/gas, to an extent. i dont enjoy farting, but i occasionally enjoy burps.

omorashi, to an extent. i enjoy things being held in, not wetting.

tiddies. hell yeag

ear kink. i haven’t found much on here yet, but i really enjoy things being put in my ears. yes i know a lot of people have that ‘pleasure spot’ in the ears shut up

bondage. especially if the legs are tied together (i can’t find much content of that)

things im into that are not specifically kink related:

bdsm/petplay, somewhat? it isnt as much of a kink for me (at least not as much as the others listed here), but i enjoy the thought of someone else taking things over for me, telling me what to do, and taking care of me.

most hypnosis stuff isn’t sexual for me either

bondage/restraints/being tied up doesn’t turn me on as much as/the same way as the above topics, so i’m still figuring out how exactly i feel about it beyond ‘i like looking at it’

scent stuff, but not in a sweaty or sexual way. i like the idea of being able to identify my loved ones by smell.

things i dont care about (doesnt turn me on or off, it doesnt affect me):

spit (in writing)

butts/ass focus

somno

choking

sweat/musk kink

monsterfucking (it seems like a lot of stuff on this site is monsterfucking so it almost feels like the norm lol)

things i am NOT into (no shade towards those who like these! just stuff thats not for me):

vomit. strong phobia of mine

scat/messing, wetting/watersports, diapers

birth stuff

obese/blob/death feederism/any super overweight fetishism. not for me

weight gain content. again, just not for me

degradation

sickness/illness content (especially anything with fevers). makes me uncomfortable for personal reasons

spit (in photos/gifs)

tag system

warnings (NOT everything on this blog will be given a warning, only things that bother me personally):

#warning: nausea

#warning: scat

kinks/content (color-coded by like. general vibes):

#tum.tag (anything stomach-related, including stomach sounds, hunger, digestion, upset stomachs, vore, ovi, gas, inflation, etc etc)

#gas.tag (burp/fart/bloating content)

#liquid.tag (liquid-filled stomachs)

#stuffing.tag (food-filled stomachs)

#hunger.tag (hunger content. rare on this blog)

#vore.tag🍴 (includes giant/tiny, soft vore, fatal vore, object vore, and others)

#egg.tag🥚 (anything egg-related)

#plug.tag♠️ (content with plugs in the body, like buttplugs. mostly relating to stomach holding stuff)

#omo.tag💦 (anything related to omorashi/holding pee)

#cv.tag (cock vore tag. you have been warned.)

#puppysub.tag🦴 (bdsm and/or puppyplay content. this one is less sexual; a lot of it is comfort content, in the 'i want to let someone else do things for/to me' way)

#hypno.tag𖦹 (hypnosis stuff)

#bound.tag (bondage, restraints, shibari, etc)

#tiddy.tag (boob tag..... boobies)

#aphrodisiac.tag💗 (contains aphrodisiacs)

#aftercare.tag❤️‍🩹 (content about aftercare. less of a kink but still fits on this blog)

#cockwarm.tag (cockwarming. yea)

#ear.tag (ear content)

#lace.tag (lingerie)

#religion (temporary tag for stuff including priest kink)

#collar (temporary tag for stuff including collars, leashes, etc)

#leather.tag (includes leather and latex and anything tight and shiny)

#straps (temporary tag for stuff including harnesses and garters)

#injury (temporary tag for things including bruises)

subjects:

#subject: furries (art of furries or people with animal features)

#subject: taurs (centaur creatures)

#subject: pooltoys (pooltoys. usually furries)

#subject: slime (slime creatures. includes creatures made of slime, and people being stuffed with slime creatures)

#subject: mech pilots

characters:

#character: howl (howls moving castle)

#character: diluc (genshin impact)

#character: sanzu (tokyo revengers? i havent seen/read tokyo revengers but there is a fic here that i love)

#character: eula (genshin impact)

#character: laios (dungeon meshi)

#character: black swan (honkai star rail)

#character: mina (my hero academia, mina ashido)

media types:

#type: writing (textposts)

#type: art (drawings and animations)

#type: photos (photographs of real people or things)

#type: audio (anything with sound, including audio clips and videos that have sound)

#type: video (any videos or gifs)

tags to add later(?): for writing: gender (or lack of) of the reader cum tag? cum inflation tag? make sure i didnt miss any tiddy tags check 'retag' tag add gas/liquid/stuffing tags to missed tum posts add laxative tag?

[punkscowardschampions]

Site GC & Cali & Jali & Marly Pt.1

Ali: 🌠☄️⚡️💥🌠

Ali: Give me something to do

Moses: 🔥?

Ali: Reliably keeping the home fires burning 👏

Ali: Do yous want me to bring my drugs or my dealers, ‘cos I am a less reliable chemist atm

Bartley: Your mates will know better than to come ‘round our way

Bartley: So, you should invite them 👌

Ronan: What he said

Ali: They’re not real ones just 👶🚴

Ali: Carly knows them too, right?

Carly: cute 👶s 

Johnny: We don’t need any more scum on our site, keep them away

Ali: Not cute to you and you’re cool with my lacklustre offering, rodger that 

Carly: should be cool w how easy 🍭🍬 is to take from em

Carly: whats cuter than that? 🎀

Ali: Want to go see them first?

Ali: not feeling the ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 yet

Carly: 🌞☔️🌈

Ali: I think I left my wellies there, you can borrow ‘em

Carly: 👣💧🦆

Moses: 🔥 will still be burning when you’re done messing in puddles

Carly: grand ❤️🧡💛

Moses: cute

Ali: 😳👐🔥 or is it just me

Ronan: He’s giving it a lash there for sure, like

Carly: jealousy is 💚 & - craic to be sure, boy

Bartley: No one has time to be jealous with you, nor need, what they say

Carly: yer man there has loads to say for someone getting himself so 👅 tied w me

Ali: 😏

Ali: entirely too much talking is happening here, not enough doing

Carly: @ ro ro w my what she said 

Moses: If you’re gonna keep on playing with little boys, I’m afraid that’s not going to change, girls

Carly: v manly & 💪 to give it out to the others like theyre 👶

Moses: Come find us when you want to find out the difference, yeah

Bartley: Yeah, that don’t make them little girls, no? 🤔

Johnny: Enough

Bartley: You’re being dead creepy, Mosey boy, see

Carly: yous are all acting the maggot it’s been said

Carly: quit your messing theres a 🔥 to start

Ronan: She’s a point there

Moses: I’m the only one doing anything, none of yous can talk ‘til you’re bothering yourselves up

Carly: 🥺 ah poor 👶

Ali: You need to get in the party spirit, lads

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️

Ali: You know the line…

Johnny: Move yourselves is my line

Ali: And they do all seem to listen when you talk

Ali: must be oldest perks

Johnny: It’s knowing what’s good for ‘em sense

Carly: 💪🥊🤕

Bartley: You wish, women aren’t allowed at fights

Carly: sure look 🙄🥱

Carly: I’m a lover not a fighter, yous would be wise to catch yourself on more that way

Bartley: Tell John boy

Johnny: A girl don’t tell me a thing

Ali: Unless they have a good idea

Johnny: And that you’ve not, the good idea was on Moses

Ali: What’s a 🔥 without company though, no offence, Moses

Ronan: Full offence all of yous, she is better company

Carly: aw thats the spirit 💞🥰💕

Ali: 😁 I could be inclined to be now

Moses: You’re welcome

Carly: I don’t have faves, youre always welcome, mosey

Moses: What a backhanded compliment, Carls 😏

Carly: 🖐🍑 if you want but u know what I meant

Bartley: We got it

Carly: all love all the time, even for you, b boy

Ali: 🌞🍄🌈🍃

Ronan: I don’t have faves btw, Carls

Carly: you best not 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: Peace and love, is it, Ro?

Ronan: She has her charms too, need showing again, is it, Mosey boy?

Moses: As I said, you’re welcome

Carly: don’t you love me no more? ☹️😢

Moses: Christ, you messer

Carly: I think you're unreal idk y youre being like this to me 💔👿

Bartley: 🤣🤣🤣

Ali: Shut up, Bart

Moses: I’m not being like nothing

Carly: I’d help you w the 🔥 but I’m a girl

Carly: they’d only chuck us on it 🔮📿🧿

Moses: We’ve got it handled, you don’t need to worry yourself

Ali: [Private to Carly]

Ali: Are you okay? 🔮💛

Carly: yea 🎱

Ali: Do you really not have favourites?

Carly: not of the lads 🪀💜

Carly: do you?

Ali: I don’t know, not yet

Ali: I thought maybe you really really loved Moses

Carly: thats gas 😅

Carly: today I don’t even like him 💔👿

Ali: It does sound it now 🙃 but I was 💭 I’d feel like a total dick if I didn’t do more than tell Bart to shut up about it anyway

Carly: why you’re my fave 🐅🌻🪐🌞

Ali: 🤫 on not being one of the lads, eh

Carly: cos you could build a more savage 🔥 with your 👀 closed & they’d be ☹️😢

Ali: but we’ve got 🍆 envy

Ali: bless ‘em

Carly: number 7 when I’m bothering myself with number 2 

Carly: & they say they get it 🙄🥱

Ali: you have to pretend they do though, until you can guide them towards the actual answer, that’s what works best

Carly: 👶👶👶👶

Ali: a full-time occupation

Carly: I’d be fit to go work for a nursery like

Ali: You can’t leave school too, I’ll be TOO bored 🤯💀

Carly: [insert a generic as hell irish name here to be her mum’s because she’d insist you call her by it as you’re besties] would have us cleaning caravan 1st ⛓🧹🧼🧽🧺🔒 no tah 

Ali: Tell me about it

Ali: I’ll take babysitting these boys over my little brother any day of the week

Carly: hes sweet though

Ali: He might look it

Carly: he acts it w me 😇🍼🧸🌼🧃

Ali: 🤔

Carly: but hey all your brothers love me 

Ali: of course

Carly: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 how I said

Ali: Do you think Johnny would take me to see my brother?

Carly: he’d do anything u want

Ali: Yeah but

Ali: he’ll want to take the piss, when he realises what for and where

Carly: give him the best reason to keep his gob shut & he will

Carly: you’re his fave 🔮💙🍀

Ali: 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰 whether he deserves it or not

Carly: u deserve to see your brother

Carly: I’ll get [her mum] to take you if he’ll not

Ali: you’re the best

Ali: worth x1000

Carly: 😳🥺😵‍💫

Ali: because you’re sweet for real, not just to catch 🐻🐻🐻🐻

Carly: ily for real 🐝💛

Ali: do they hate us or love us

Ali: do you think they even know?

Carly: with site lads & me it’s always both 🌞☔️

Ali: I need to be that sure

Carly: theyre less sure of you too but that’s class

Ali: my ☘️s looking a little plastic

Carly: you’ll be grand theres still loads of 🔮💙

Ali: My ma did me that favour

Ali: I’m gonna ask him, fuck it

Carly: he’ll say yea but if he don’t we’ve a backup 🎲

Ali: [Carly’s mum] 🌟

Carly: go for it 🎯

Ali: 🏹💀

Ali: Distract the others? I’m not taking this to the public forum for a debate 🙄🥱

Carly: 🍆📏

Ali: I’ll owe you even more if you really have to witness that… again 😇

Carly: away with ye 🐝👼🏼🦋🧚🏼‍♀️🍃

Ali: 🥺😽😽

Ali: [Private to Johnny]

Ali: Can I talk to you, and not have to hear 3 other opinions and perspectives?

Johnny: Talk about what?

Ali: I’ve got a problem and maybe you could help

Johnny: With who? Those dealers, is it?

Ali: Of course not, they’re harmless

Ali: I need to go somewhere, it’s not that far and I can pay for petrol

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself about what it costs

Ali: I’m not trying to take the piss, like

Johnny: It’s never worked like that with favours, you know

Ali: yeah, I know

Ali: I need to go see my big brother, my parents don’t want me to but they’re thinking like I’m a kid who’d be scared to see where he is

Johnny: He’s in [whatever the place is called because of course you know everyone would, it’s town goss]

Ali: Yeah, that’s the one, bit too far to walk or bike without some prior planning at least

Johnny: I can take you

Ali: Really?

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: I proper appreciate it, seriously

Johnny: You’re no kid, your parents have that wrong

Ali: It’s an excuse anyway, for them not going, the proper kid they’ve got to look after

Ali: he’d get a better reception in prison, I know that

Johnny: And my opinion on how family matters are meant to be handled

Ali: I value your opinion, as a friend

Ali: no one can talk properly in a group chat

Johnny: It’s just us here now

Ali: I asked you because you don’t talk to fill space, not just because you’re older, you still aren’t old enough, technically

Johnny: The rules you’re talking about don’t apply to me, I live by the only ones that do

Ali: 🙏🙌?

Johnny: That’s part of it

Ali: It’s a shame I can’t set you up with my sister

Johnny: For her, my family’ll set me up when I’m ready to settle with a decent girl

Ali: Do you already know who, like a shortlist?

Johnny: It’s a community, we all know each other

Ali: I suppose so

Johnny: You wouldn’t marry a stranger, we’ve that in common

Ali: Intriguing in theory but terrible in practice

Ali: I don’t suppose I’ll marry anyone 

Johnny: You don’t hold any of the values we do

Ali: I don’t know about any, the compare and contrast hasn’t been that extensive

Johnny: You don’t behave like any of our girls would, it tells me enough

Ali: I’m not going to attempt to marry one of you, it’s okay

Johnny: You can’t, so

Ali: Shame for me, so I’ve heard

Johnny: I’ll hear from you when you’re looking to go

Ali: Aren’t you going to speak to me tonight?

Johnny: You pointed to the difference well enough, they’re all there then

Ali: I wasn’t pointing anything out to mean we can’t talk

Ali: I’m not a kid, like you said, I know you don’t like me like that

Johnny: I can’t be getting a word in, unless I keep on putting my foot down, like you said

Ali: That would require me to ignore you completely

Johnny: You probably should, like

Ali: Maybe

Ali: I have my own rules too though

Johnny: Yeah

Ali: See you later then

Johnny: Maybe

Ali: Please

Johnny: Yours and Carly’s sugar and spice thing don’t work on me

Ali: Hm but it does on Moses so you know I’ll be very bored if you don’t show 

Johnny: If I show it’s to keep him away from her

Ali: Understood

Johnny: Later then

Ali: What about the other two?

Johnny: What about them?

Ali: Do you care if they go near her?

Johnny: A word from me and they won’t

Ali: but you know how that looks

Johnny: I know everything I need to about it

Ali: Okay

Johnny: Tell her yourself and I’ll not have to

Ali: I can’t tell her what to do

Johnny: I can

Ali: Do you want me to be jealous?

Johnny: Are you?

Ali: I know when to be quiet too, like

Johnny: I don’t know that you do

Ali: You’re not going to take me at my word on that one?

Johnny: If you was one of us, yeah

Johnny: but your word’s no good as it goes

Ali: Should’ve known

Ali: wait and see doesn’t work in this situation

Johnny: No it don’t, I’d wait and see quiet’s the last thing you are

Ali: Only because you’ve been trying to leave for the last 10 minutes and I won’t let you

Johnny: I’m still here, there’s plenty enough for you

Ali: I’m grateful to you, about the brother thing

Ali: it’s not the only reason but a big one

Johnny: Family’s important

Ali: It is, more important than some of mine want it to be at the minute

Johnny: You’re not turning your back, that’s what matters

Ali: I couldn’t, it’s not an option to me

Johnny: It’s not meant to be an option for anyone

Ali: I’ll work out how to tell them, literally doing so hasn’t really worked so maybe I do talk too much 

Johnny: I’m not saying you do here to kick you when you’re down

Ali: I knew we were friends, boy

Johnny: No you didn’t, you don’t know what we are

Ali: Isn’t that half the fun?

Johnny: I knew you were having fun

Ali: Don’t you want me to?

Johnny: It’s a with not at thing

Ali: Oh my God

Ali: you think this is like… sex tourism, that I’m that arsehole???

Johnny: Your mate is, be careful who you hang ‘round after if you’re bothering yourself with what I think

Ali: She has to live where her mum makes her

Johnny: It don’t make her one of us and she wants to stop acting like it before she gets stopped

Ali: There must be a reason they’re tolerated here, have been

Johnny: Like you said, tourists are good for what they’re good for

Ali: Then you should like her

Johnny: If she left after 1 week or 2 I would

Ali: and I don’t care what you think, just if I’m being perceived like that at all

Johnny: You come across like a peeping Tom into my life, but you don’t care about our ways 

Ali: I care, I don’t try to adhere to them, because that’d be like I was pretending to be one of you

Johnny: You care about what’s fun for you, same as Carly

Ali: I ask everyone questions, I just like to know things

Ali: as it bothers you I won’t ask you more

Johnny: It’s not your playground

Ali: It’s yours, I know

Johnny: She’s too comfortable and now so are you

Ali: For your liking or just in general?

Johnny: Have a look about and see who’s looking back at you feeling disrespected

Ali: You’re the first person to bring it to my attention but I’ll be vigilant next time I visit

Johnny: You know, you can’t say you don’t, my work here’s done

Ali: I know that not everyone feels the same as you do

Ali: but sure, I’ve got some things to think about now

Johnny: You’re welcome for it

Ali: I’m not trying to think right now though so I better go

Johnny: Mind how you do go

Ali: You don’t need to concern yourself with that

Johnny: But I am concerned, so

Ali: Why?

Johnny: Carly has made enemies, sure, I’m not one of yours

Ali: You just think I’m a voyeur 

Johnny: And how am I wrong?

Ali: because I consider the people I come to see my friends, not a spectacle 

Johnny: I don’t know that I want my family having friends like you

Ali: You’ll have to take it up with them, I’m not refusing friendship on the basis of culture

Johnny: Being a culture vulture you wouldn’t, like

Ali: Keep insulting me like it changes anything

Johnny: If I was insulting you I’d say worse

Ali: Of course

Johnny: It’s a clash, culturally

Ali: In which my polite interest is unacceptable and you saying whatever you want about me is fair game

Johnny: In which you and Carly are trying to collect us like trophies

Ali: Maybe you’re just attractive, you’re doing yourself a disservice by making it all nefarious 

Johnny: It’s your game not mine

Ali: There’s no game

Johnny: Play it somewhere else

Ali: You don’t want to be collected, I got it

Johnny: Off you go then

Ali: Do you act like a dick just to counteract the nice thing you’re doing for me 

Ali: I wasn’t about to tell any more than you were

Johnny: You tell on yourself when you’re here

Ali: Not about that, it’s private

Johnny: Yeah, this warning wasn’t put in there for ‘em to contribute to either

Ali: Bart might back you

Johnny: I don’t need their backing, it’s me and you talking

Ali: Just saying what we both know, Ronan likes me and Moses doesn’t mind as long as he thinks I’ll sleep with him like a good tourist should

Johnny: I’m neither of them

Ali: I didn’t get your names confused, I know where I am

Johnny: I’ve got my own views and I do what I reckon is proper to

Johnny: you’re not Carly, don’t act like her when 1’s too many enough

Ali: and now I’m a bad imitation, charming

Johnny: You’re not’s what I’m saying 

Ali: You’re funny but also so confusing

Johnny: What’s confusing or funny?

Ali: You show that you hate me by being quite nice, or that you like me by being quite mean

Ali: either way, it’s topsy-turvy enough to be 🙃

Johnny: Taking you to see your brother is separate, he’s your brother

Ali: it’s not the singular nice thing you’ve ever done

Johnny: It probably is

Ali: and if I was playing a game, I’d use the dead sister, gone brother card all the time now

Ali: but I won’t

Johnny: There’s places you don’t go, or it won’t feel like a win

Ali: I hadn’t assumed I was playing fair

Johnny: I had, you’re trying to prove me wrong about you being amoral like her

Ali: You’re going to settle down when you’re like 16 

Johnny: Maybe I’ll be 18

Ali: How’d you get so serious

Johnny: Not wanting Carly don’t make me serious

Ali: I wasn’t aware you didn’t so

Johnny: Fun with, you read it, if you’re not against me I’ve got nothing to get serious over

Ali: I’m not planning a coup

Ali: all I want is… I don’t know

Johnny: Come find me when you know

Ali: Only if you can give it to me

Johnny: Yeah, but saying what we both know, what can’t I give you?

Ali: You don’t know what I want yet

Johnny: I’ve got it handled, whatever it is

Ali: Oh, alright then

Johnny: Wait and see does work here

Ali: I might make a list…

Johnny: You’re a girl it’s in your mind to

Ali: I don’t think that’s in the Bible

Johnny: It’s in my life experience

Ali: Make big promises, you want to cash them, that’s my experience

Johnny: Go big or home is universal

Ali: Must be 

Johnny: Everyone’s heard it

Ali: Inappropriate time to say you sounded like my brother, as you already think I’m going to hell

Johnny: Promising you’re not burning tonight don’t count as big

Ali: Appreciated, nonetheless

Ali: Don’t know how you’d dress to burn at the stake, not like I have though

Johnny: Moses would ask what you’re wearing

Ali: Yeah, he would 😅 like an old-school pervert in a phonebox

Johnny: I sounded like your brother how?

Ali: Not that one, I wasn’t slyly calling you mental

Ali: My other older brother, he has lots of mottos like that

Johnny: You’ve not been slagging me back half enough, maybe you do have some decency in you, a knowing of how to behave like a girl should

Ali: Hilarious

Ali: I’ll have to warn you when I feel like insulting you now

Johnny: Still playing fair there

Ali: I can’t help being a delight, sorry

Johnny: You’ve good as promised to delight me now

Ali: I do, it’s not intentional but you are welcome

Johnny: What’s intentional? I’d go for that instead of

Ali: That’s a wait and see

Johnny: How you’re dressed, is it?

Ali: Yeah, I can’t lie about it, that would look stupider

Johnny: You could lie about who it’s for

Ali: I don’t know any of you well enough for it to be more than an educated guess at what you’d want to see 

Ali: but it’s always intentional 

Johnny: Guessing what they want to look at don’t need much education, Carly knows

Ali: but it’s me and you talking right now

Johnny: And you’ve got more about you than her or we’d not be talking

Ali: I’m not going to join in bad-mouthing her, you know

Johnny: Loyalty is something else important

Ali: She’s nice to me, her ma was going to take me if you couldn’t

Johnny: How nice she is, what they say, is her trouble

Johnny: and her ma, you know

Ali: People have their reasons, usually things they can’t do much about

Johnny: Her reason being she don’t live by no rules, can do as she likes

Ali: Can she?

Johnny: Sure, she reckons it to be so

Ali: I wouldn’t say there are no consequences though, would you?

Ali: People at school are pretty awful to Carly, no doubt her mum gets a similar treatment

Johnny: Behave shocking, you’re treated shocking, way of the world, no?

Ali: If only it were that fair

Johnny: It is here

Ali: Perhaps they like the certainty

Johnny: You’d be needing to ask your mate about that, I don’t know

Ali: I’ll try to remember

Johnny: You letting me go now or what?

Ali: Maybe

Ali: how’s the fire coming along?

Johnny: It’s down to Moses how it is, I’ve my own things I’m busy with

Ali: Oh, I see, I’ll have to ask him then

Johnny: You will, I’m [doing something to fix that bike they are riding in those gifs but idk about that I’m not a mechanic like Alison is]

Ali: You could’ve told me, before I bothered walking all the way to Caleb’s instead

Johnny: There’s still work to be done before you’re not walking, tell you that

Ali: 😁

Johnny: You could be here passing me [whatever tools he needs for this, because that’s obvs her only job as a girl, rude sir she’s more capable than you]

Ali: Wow, I can’t believe you trust me to know what a [namedrop the most basic tool] is 

Johnny: I’d nod to it, you can follow where I’m looking, can’t you?

Ali: You’ll see, won’t you

Johnny: What you keep on saying

Ali: We can pretend I just stood there and watched, it’s okay

Johnny: You’re dressed for nothing else, you reckon

Ali: How sweet, you care about my laundry

Johnny: I’ve sisters, I know what they care about

Ali: You’re adorable

Johnny: You’re a girl, what you trying to fight that for?

Ali: I don’t think I am?

Johnny: You don’t think you’re a girl, how’s that?

Ali: No, I know I’m a girl, that just means something different to you

Johnny: Yeah, yous have lost what it means

Ali: Can’t it mean both, or however many things we want it to?

Johnny: No

Ali: At least you’re to the point

Johnny: You don’t have proper men in your life, that’s your trouble

Ali: Do you think travellers are happier than us lot, on the whole?

Johnny: Than yours, I’ve heard about all your brothers

Johnny: and your sisters

Ali: Hardly a fair comparison, everyone knows we’re fucked up

Johnny: I could say I don’t know no unhappy travellers and you’d go I wasn’t being fair there, I’m biased or whatever 

Ali: just asking one of my many questions

Ali: Maybe you’ve got the right idea, I’m not claiming to

Johnny: We do marry your lot sometimes, not my family, but there are travellers who would

Ali: You’re strict

Ali: I got that

Johnny: It’s a community, you don’t agree with everyone in yours

Ali: Maybe no one, starting to seem

Johnny: Keeping it going, how it’s been and is meant to be, is important

Ali: Well, it was kind of you to say there’s hope for me yet

Johnny: I’m not a monster, like

Ali: Will you invite me to your wedding?

Johnny: You’d have to be yourself, it’s not for non-travellers

Ali: 😏

Johnny: You’ve time, some of my uncles waited ‘til they were 21

Ali: I’ve never been to a wedding

Johnny: I’ve not been to one of yours, can’t say what they’re about

Ali: Depends on all sorts, what sort of religious you are or aren’t, how minted, how much you like attention

Johnny: Will we crash one and see?

Ali: Umm, YES

Ali: That’s the best idea you’ve had today

Johnny: Hey now, Moses got in before me, can’t be helped

Ali: He’s trying harder to impress, that’s all

Johnny: Ah sure, he does need to at most things

Ali: What happened to loyalty, eh? 😉

Johnny: Ask it of him if you can get a word in between him and Carly

Ali: You can be the cockblock

Johnny: Thanks a million

Ali: Doesn’t seem like the sort of thing a girl should get in the middle of, like, so sorry 

Johnny: Happy to go along when it suits

Ali: She’s mad at him anyway, I happen to know

Johnny: We both know she’s not

Ali: Perhaps not enough to save your evening, no

Johnny: You don’t need to worry yourself for my evening

Ali: That means you’re going to ignore me

Johnny: It means she don’t matter enough it’s written off

Ali: It’ll happen anyway, even if your face makes him wait ‘til he reckons you’re not looking

Johnny: And on his head it’ll be, her and the trouble she brings

Ali: We’ve got a bike to fix anyway

Johnny: I have, you’re to watch me, girl

Ali: You expect me to watch you all night

Johnny: Get out of it with your thinking it’ll take all night

Ali: It will if you don’t let me help

Johnny: You’ll not tell ‘em?

Ali: Nor ruin your bike, I’ve mended my dad’s loads

Johnny: Maybe you can help

Ali: I can, you just have to let me

Johnny: Just with [something easy but not piss easy af so he’s giving her the tiniest ever bit of credit lol tis progress]

Ali: Alright

Ali: It’s a date 🔩🧰🔧

Johnny: I’ve parts to go for now but I’ll see you when I’m back

Ali: That’s okay, gives me time to hang out with Ronan or he’ll be pissed off with me

Johnny: He’s better taste than his brother has

Ali: You heard, he doesn’t have favourites

Johnny: I did

Ali: but we’re friends, when he used to go to school, we had some lessons together

Johnny: I knew he never liked school for itself

Ali: Who does? It’s beyond boring if you don’t make it fun yourself

Johnny: He’s there to learn to write and the like, not make friends with you

Ali: I didn’t stop him, did I

Johnny: You’re stopping me here, maybe, so

Ali: Fine, fine, go on then

Johnny: Later, Ali

Ali: 👋 In a bit

Carly: [Private to Moses because Winnie insists]

Carly: are you 😤😠 @ me?

Moses: At you? Why would I be…

Carly: idk but u can say if you are

Moses: You didn’t need to ask if I loved you, did you

Carly: I’m sorry

Carly: & for calling you unreal in front of the others

Moses: Yeah, so you knew what you did wrong

Carly: yea, I’m sorry though

Moses: Are you?

Carly: I’ll keep saying it if you want

Moses: just tell me why you’re sorry

Carly: for the others slagging u, like

Carly: I don’t want you to be 😤😠 or 😳 cos of me

Moses: Nah, don’t trouble yourself

Moses: I don’t care that much, you must be thinking of my little brother

Carly: what else do you want me to be sorry for?

Moses: I don’t

Moses: just don’t make me look like that again

Carly: k, sorry

Carly: again, for you

Moses: Sorry is boring, Carls

Moses: do better

Carly: I’m picking up you can have the best 🍭🍬

Moses: That’s more like it, hopes it can be a proper party aren’t totally dead

Carly: it’ll be a deadly party, I’ll bring it

Carly: 🎇🥳🍄😵‍💫💥🤩🌟🥴✨😝☄️ how I said 

Moses: It needs to be, been too quiet lately

Carly: 1 thing I’m not never, you’ll be my friend again before u know ❤️🧡💛

Moses: 😏 True enough, you were talking way too much, don’t remind me

Carly: shut me up then, boy

Moses: Not yet, no

Carly: it’s not a no never 

Moses: I’m not shooting myself in the foot because you were being a gobshite

Carly: 😄 my gob’s good for too much else, sure

Moses: Fuck’s sake 😆

Carly: & I do think youre unreal 👀💙🌊🌌

Moses: So you’re with me tonight, got it?

Carly: 🥺 yea

Moses: If you go anywhere near any of the others, I won’t even look at you for a month

Carly: what others? I’m w you

Moses: I better start being nice to you then, hadn’t I

Carly: you can still be 😤😠 I’ve not fixed it for you yet

Moses: I know what you like, subtle as that were

Carly: subtle is - craic, no fun 

Moses: A smidgen wouldn’t hurt, at times

Carly: I’ll make it up to you however you like

Moses: Fair, it is pretty good craic winding Johno up for me

Carly: now he don’t love me seriously

Moses: He’s moody, don’t you worry about him

Carly: he’s scary

Moses: oh just to girls like yourself, no one else is taking his stropping too serious

Carly: I am a girl like myself so

Moses: I’ll look after you

Carly: 🥺 k I can’t talk too much if thats what you’re saying

Moses: I’m nice to people who are nice to me

Moses: you’re not scared of me, are you?

Carly: I like how I’m scared of you 

Moses: Good answer, like

Carly: & you’ll look after me, you’ve said it now

Moses: because you’re going to make it worth my while

Moses: if you’re throwing yourself at everyone in vicinity, you get what you deserve and that’s not protection

Carly: I’ll do what you tell me to do

Moses: It would be a shame if you got hurt, you know

Moses: it’d give me no pleasure to see it

Carly: I’m about giving pleasure it’s all I want 🌺🐝

Moses: If you give it to me, you’re guaranteed to get it back

Carly: I’ll give you what you want too

Moses: You’re very sweet

Carly: ah I have tried to let you know it

Carly: maybe it were too subtle for you 🍯🍓🍦🍑🍒🍍🍉🍰

Moses: and maybe you got lost

Carly: I think I know my way round, don’t worry yourself about that

Moses: You really shouldn’t waste your time with the younger ones, you know

Carly: give me something to do & I’ll not bother

Moses: Are you with your friend right now?

Carly: yea but where do you want me & I’ll be there? 🐝🦋🍃

Moses: Yous need to pick up first, don’t rush

Moses: you could send me something though

Carly: k wait 💙

Carly: [and obvs do because this is who you are, ofc you will]

Moses: Do you like her?

Carly: I love her

Carly: do u like her?

Moses: I like you more, promise

Carly: you’re the lad I like most

Moses: That’s smart of you

Carly: I’ve not been called smart before

Moses: You’re proper smart, when you remember to act it

Carly: remind us when I need it & nothing has to go wrong 🌞🌚

Moses: I might

Carly: [send him something else to sweeten the deal here]

Moses: How am I meant to keep my hands to myself

Carly: you’re never meant to, like

Moses: I’m not meant to go near you but

Carly: but forbidden 🍎🍐🍊🍋🍌🍉🍇🍓🍈🍒🍑🍍🥝 you’ve to eat me

Moses: Tell your mate she’s gonna have to miss you

Carly: 😋 will I walk home? 

Moses: Can’t you run?

Carly: I’ll be 😵‍💫 but sure that feels grand too 🌌🚀🌠🪐☄️

Moses: Poor baby, what you said, was it?

Carly: I don’t remember

Carly: no comment, can it be? 😶

Moses: You’ll be feeling shy when I get you in front of me

Carly: I feel I’m about to drown when round you 👀💙🌊

Moses: I want to see how red you can go

Carly: 🍓🍒🍎❤️

Moses: You want to drown, I’ll make it happen

Carly: watch you don’t yourself making me so 💦🌊

Moses: You gonna let me feel it when you get here

Carly: with all the parts of your body you want

Moses: You won’t be able to ignore that part of me

Carly: I can’t ever, had me thinking about it all the time

Moses: The way you look at me isn’t subtle

Carly: sorry

Moses: no you’re not

Carly: I’m sorry I can’t run no faster

Moses: Me too

Moses: but you’ll be happy that I’ve got no patience left when you do get here

Carly: please can’t you come get me?

Moses: I can’t walk never mind run

Carly: y can’t you drive, you can even hammered I’ve seen it

Moses: The idea of you crawling holds too much appeal rn

Carly: [do it because obviously]

Carly: theres that to watch back much as you like, so please 🙏💙

Moses: You’ve no shame, have you

Carly: catholic guilt passed my caravan by

Carly: nanny tried but I’m a girl like me, yea

Moses: I’ll show you what you’re missing in the car

Carly: you said you’d be nice to me & I’ve fucked my knees up for you w that carry on 🍓❤️

Moses: No rest for the wicked

Carly: am I though or am I 😇🙏💙

Moses: Oh, you want to be a good girl now, is it

Carly: for you

Carly: best girl you’ve ever ever had

Moses: I’ll still fuck you ‘til you can’t breathe, doesn’t matter how well you behave now, I want it

Carly: til I go ❤️💜💙

Moses: Say it’s what you’re after

Carly: I want it

Carly: I’ve been after you to fuck me for forever, years & years

Moses: By God, you’re such a state

Carly: you got me in it only u can fix it

Moses: I never did but I’m glad you’ve no daddy around

Carly: me too

Moses: What I can offer is better

Carly: hes making no offers but don’t let that make you less than unreal

Moses: Is he really a traveller? No one knows him

Carly: [her mum, I need to give you a name ma’am] don’t know him neither

Carly: what can I say but ah sure look, you know 🔮🎱

Moses: She is the one that made you this state, sure

Carly: don’t you love me? 😏

Moses: Don’t start that again, you

Carly: start your car up & I’ll behave 

Moses: Joker, that’s what you are

Moses: but I’ll be on my way

Carly: cute of you not to call us a 🤡 there I wanna keep on w being smart

Moses: You barely wear any slap compared to most the girls I know

Carly: my hands are too shaky

Moses: Not the only one with that little problem neither

Carly: but if you want me to for later I can ask ali to help me

Moses: I’ll have to think about that one

Carly: k let us know when youve decided

Moses: You are too innocent looking

Carly: why ive to act up so hard for you to see I’m not

Moses: oh I know

Carly: not yet but youre on your way to knowing 🚗❤️💜💙

Moses: So shut your mouth for now and I’ll be there before you know it

Carly: [a video of her holding her breath for the drowning of it all]

Moses: That’s not distracting at all

Carly: will I stop then?

Moses: We both know the answer to that

Carly: cos I need you to stop me

Moses: I’m no babysitter

Carly: I’m not your baby, you don’t talk to me like that

Moses: Neither of us would like that

Carly: but if it’s a show youre after like I’m a kid & I’m making you watch you can see how I can fit my ✊ in my mouth, it exists here on my phone for the craic

Carly: [and do send him that cos why wouldn’t you]

Moses: How much of a show-off you are reminds me of Bart

Carly: for that one I am sorry 😶

Moses: 😏 you really should be

Carly: I really am

Moses: He’s less of a smart arse than Ro but it’s still not working for me

Carly: I only 💭 you might like it lads at school did

Moses: I already told you the difference between little boys and men

Carly: yea though I need showing still

Moses: Someone’ll have to

Carly: you have to I cant ignore no part of u no more

Moses: I’ll still give you a lift

Moses: have to see if you can turn me on again

Carly: when you see how much I am

Moses: How do I know that’s not for your dealer, or your pal, hmm?

Carly: cos I legged it from em on your say

Moses: Good thing they don’t make her pay, be pretty poor behaviour, that

Carly: she’ll forgive me, what about you?

Moses: To be decided, nightmare

Carly: you know its all for u to decide

Carly: everything you do or don’t do to me

Moses: You can ask very nicely and I’ll debate if it’s more fun making you sweat it first

Carly: please 

Moses: What d’ya want, girl?

Carly: you

Moses: yeah, and why’s that?

Carly: cos you keep on being more & more unreal

Moses: That is pretty nice, well done

Carly: I’m not good at this but I hope you know what I mean & it’s some sense

Moses: You’re much cuter when you’re nervous and not trying so hard anyway

Carly: I’m always nervous about you

Moses: You can trust me

Moses: I will give you what you need, even if I play with you a bit first

Carly: idc I just want to give you what you need

Moses: Yeah?

Carly: yea 😳🌺

Moses: You can stay in my ‘van, as long as you don’t let anyone see you leaving

Carly: I swear I’ll be invisible then like, in the ☁️s

Moses: Just how long do you want to keep me happy

Carly: as long as youre happy w me I’ll keep on

Moses: Maybe I’ll let you be a regular visitor then

Carly: I hope it’ll be so 🔮🎲🍀🐇🌠

Moses: You can tell Ali but that’s it

Carly: you can trust me too

Moses: Let’s not get carried away, nightmare

Carly: whether my da’s a traveller or no, I’m up on how this works, boy & I know what you want

Carly: I’ll say nothing to the others

Moses: If you’re to start it, I’m the one who can make your life hell

Moses: you be sure to know and keep knowing that

Carly: I’m only after heaven from you

Moses: 😅 Alright, sweetheart, you knew who to come to for it, give you that

Carly: yea

Moses: Lucky, could be letting one of the others bore you to tears right about now

Carly: but you wouldn’t cos you want to be the 1st lad I’ve let do things to me & 🍀 yourself

Moses: What have you done, how far have you gone?

Carly: only just 💋 some

Moses: Wow

Carly: I told you I want you for it

Moses: you can have it

Carly: & you’ll look after me how you said?

Moses: Promise, like

Carly: cos I wasn’t gonna give u the knowing of how special you are but I’ve gone & told you now

Moses: now I’ll be careful, otherwise I would’ve ended up hurting you by mistake

Carly: idc if u hurt me do what you want

Moses: You’d care

Carly: I care if you think I’m a 👶 now

Moses: If I thought you were a baby, I’d steer clear of you, leave you for my brother

Carly: don’t just cos I can’t shut up & said I’ve not done this before 😳🍒

Moses: I’m going to take it, you’ll compare everyone after to me

Carly: I’ll think of you forever

Moses: You’ll miss me

Carly: you’ll miss me too when you’re married

Moses: That’s a while away, I’m not Johno

Carly: can I be a regular visitor til its not a while away?

Moses: Long as you don’t give me a reason why not, sure, why wouldn’t I want a visitor like you

Carly: 😁☁️🌼🌻🍀🌞🌈🌚🌟

Moses: dope, come get in the car

Carly: [literally run and do that gal for better or worse lol]

[agentravensong]

Alright y’all, this is it. I have here a compilation of the best Chara propaganda I’ve found throughout this tournament.

My propaganda post: The Underground is a Haunted House and Chara's the One Haunting It 

Past propaganda from @whathappenedtodecember

Older post from @you-can-always-come-home

And, for people who don’t feel like clicking through to links of longer writer-ups, here’s some people’s commentary in the tags of previous polls!

@gremsnleir:

#GOGO CHARA #theyre always there and yet a distant memory #their story echoes throughout the underground and never truly leaves #you play as frisk but for most of the game you take on chara’s name #chara is long gone but they had a permanent impact on you and the game itself #VOTE CHARAAAAA

@enchiibean:

#vote chara. for me? #they sacrificed themself to try to give their brother the power to free all the monsters#and instead condemned every human that followed to be killed for the same purpose #flowey repeatedly mistakes you for them throughout the game… #the echo flower conversation speculated to be between chara and asriel… #you only see them in flashbacks and the tapes and the stories told by the monsters #and at the very end of one route. but is that even the true chara? #or a version of their ghost that the player has warped beyond recognition? #anyway i think they’re neat. also they’re nonbinary

@wasabikitcat:

#charas haunting is really helped BY undertale being a videogame. it doesnt just tell a story it uses its medium to its advantage #my favorite example is how even the first room in the game is haunted by their presence. #the small patch of golden flowers you break your fall on is later implied to mark their grave. #there is so so much you can miss about undertale that you can only notice on your second playthrough. it's excellent.

@ghostly-narrative:

#VOTE CHARA!!!!!! #I love them so much so many people have worded it better than me but they *are* the narrative #in a way #there in every aspect of the game without being THERE if you understand me #everyone is effected by them #every thread in the story ties back to them #down to the very final battle #chara is undertale #and I love them so much #the ultimate test of the game’s final message and you only actually see them on screen in person ONCE in ONE ROUTE #I could talk about them forever #undertale is a masterpiece and chara is the reason why. In my opinion #their presence is their absence #somehow #I’m definitely rambling but I have never loved a fictional character more

Haunting the Narrative FINALS

Haunting the narrative means that the character’s absence heavily impacts the plot. They’re not present or active in the story when their influence is most strongly felt, whether they’re alive or dead!

[duckymcdoorknob]

Ducky bae hiiii okay so heres the thing.

Being comforted by Karasuno (coaches too please😅) The comfort is like comfort for like the coaches find your like suicide note in the club room and like theyre comforting you about it.

Yachi and reader are already dating but reader seems so bubbly and happy all the time yachi doesnt know what to do.

Do you think you could do this? Things are kinda all over the place rn and I dont know how to handle it...sorry if this is like really triggering but uh yeah :')

(Ps i have a tendency to say 'like' in almost everything so please ignore that😅)

Also i def understand if you dont want to do this its perfectly fine to say no !!

Okay, bye bye ducky :)

I am totally writing this don’t even sweat 💅 anything for my bestie

I hope that this can provide you any sort of comfort. If not, I’m more than willing to try again.

Nova my beloved im so sorry that this took so long!!

My dms are always open ❤️❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: Su!cide note, emotional breakdown.

𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑉𝐵𝐶

You couldn’t tell anyone how you ended up befriending the entire club, but here you were.

It happened on a fated morning, where you were sent on a mission to hand another teacher’s letter to Takeda.

You had been in the gym before for a required P.E class, but other than that you never found yourself on that side of the school.

You pushed on the heavy door, quietly peeking your head inside the opening. “Uhm. Mister… Ta-Keda? Takeda?”

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you.” A bespectacled man chirped, strolling over to the door with a smile.

You mirrored his facial expression, offering him the note with both hands. “For you, from my Math teacher.”

“Oh! Thank you very much.” He offered you a slight bow, “Would you like to come watch practice? The boys are hard at work, and I’m sure they’d love some support.”

“Boys…?” When you let yourself fully walk into the gymnasium, you were met with the sounds of squeaking shoes and volleyballs smacking against the linoleum floor.

A girl with blonde hair, the bangs tied into a side ponytail, carefully sauntered to your side. “H-Hi! Welcome to the volleyball club.”

“Oh, hello.” You greeted in reply, “My name’s (Y/N), and you are?”

“Y-Yachi! Hitoka Yachi. I’m one of the managers for the team, my partner Kiyoko has the day off today, so it’s just me!”

“And she’s doing a great job!” A deeper voice cooed from behind her. Your eyes snapped to the left to be met with someone’s chest and neck. They were much taller than the girl you were previously talking to. “Hi there. I’m captain Daichi Sawamura, but you can just call me Daichi.” He offered you a beaming smile, and his hand

“A pleasure, Daichi.” You shook his hand, “So, what’s the occasion for such vigorous practice?”

“Ah yes. We have a training camp in Tokyo soon, so we want to be top of our game when we face our rivals.” The captain replied happily.

“Ah! Wonderful. Might I stay a while?” You asked, smiling at both him and Yachi.

“Of course!” Daichi cheered, “Boys! Circle up, I’ve got someone I want you to meet!”

And the rest was history. You quickly befriended the entire team, and they soon became like your family. Ukai and Takeda were like fathers to you, the third years being like your cool, older siblings, and the underclassmen being your annoying little siblings.

Eventually, Yachi had braved her most anxiety-inducing quest yet. She had asked you to be her partner. Of course, you instantly said yes.

Life was wonderful, you were content. Everything was seemingly going well.

The team never noticed anything off about you. Anyone that was asked would always give the same response about how happy-go-lucky you always were.

They unfortunately didn’t see the truth behind your smile. The days grew increasingly difficult to even just try and survive the school day. But, you didn’t want the team to feel bad, so you kept it hidden.

You don’t know what led you to this moment, but you found yourself huddled over a piece of paper in the club room. Tears dripped down your face as you wrote all of your troubles away, individually thanking each member of your newfound “family.”

You folded it up and nearly placed it amongst your things. Retreating to the bathroom to clean up, you missed it falling onto the floor.

As they’ve always said, curiosity killed the cat…

When you entered the gym, you wiped your eyes and were met with the team’s eyes all locking on you.

“Is there something in my hair? What did I do? Wha-“

You were cut off by Sugawara pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Whatever you’re going through, you’re not alone. Please don’t suffer in silence anymore, let us help you shoulder the burden.” he whispered.

At that moment, you noticed how almost all of the players were fighting the tears that were in their eyes. You sighed, settling deeper into the embrace. “I’m fine, guys. I don’t understand what the big deal is, I just went to the bathroom, that’s all.”

Hinata’s panicked voice pierced through the previously silent room, “(Y/N), how could you act like everything’s normal? We all saw-“

“(Y/N).” When another hand graced the small of your back, you felt the first set pull away. “Can you and me and Specs talk real quick?” The hand belonged to Coach Ukai, who looked as if he would break in any second.

“Stop treating me like some freak! Will someone please just explain what is going on?!” You groaned.

“Y-Your note.” Yachi’s mousy voice was the first one to sound. “Tadashi f-found it.”

“What note? What the hell are you-“ then, the realization hit. “Oh god, no nonono that’s-“

“(Y/N)-“ Yachi made an attempt to calm you.

“No, that’s- you weren’t supposed to see that, no one was.”

“(Y/N) please just-“ It was Suga this time.

“I thought that I had put it away! Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You all have so much to deal with already and-“

“Hey, I’m here kiddo.” Coach Ukai’s gentle voice rumbled inside his chest as he pulled you into a hug, “You’re safe here. Please, don’t keep this inside anymore.”

So, you let go.

A common feeling of heartbreak struck deep within the team, as your loud, pained lamentations reverberated off of the walls of the gym.

“I’ve got you. I promise you, you’re going to be alright. I won’t let anything harm you, let alone not yourself.” Ukai softly whispered, cradling the back of your head. 

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You whimpered, “Y-You shouldn’t hav-have to do this.”

Without you noticing, Takeda had carefully moved by your side. He placed the gentlest hand on your head, trying desperately to show some support. “It doesn’t matter what we should or shouldn’t have to do. Right now, you need our help. You do so much for us, so how could we ignore you when it’s our turn to help?”

Within a few short minutes, the team had circled around you and their coaches, holding you tight in a group hug. After the hug, they sat in a circle around you, minus Suga, who sat behind you and held you close.

“Please, (Y/N), don’t keep this to yourself any longer. Will you help us understand?” You were slightly alarmed to hear Ennoshita’s tender voice break the tension, for he had always been rather soft-spoken.

“I couldn’t begin to explain…” you confessed, “There are so many little factors and I just can’t keep up. I didn’t want to say anything because you have nationals coming up soon, and God… poor Yachi I just couldn’t-“

“I-I’ll admit it took me by surprise, (Y/N), but I’m not mad at you. I didn’t expect it, since you hid it so well. But I want you to always know that I’m- no… we’re here for you whenever you need us.”

“Even if it’s really early in the morning,” Nishinoya interrupted, “I don’t sleep much during the night, so I’ll always be down for a rant session. I can’t promise you that I won’t try to fight whoever’s making you feel this way.”

The corners of your lips upturned into a soft, gratuitous smile.

“You are loved, (Y/N). Even if it may seem like all hope is lost, just remember that you have three big brothers who would literally fight God for you.” Suga said with a tinge of playfulness.

“I for one would not fight God, I wholeheartedly think that he would win and send me to purgatory. And my purgatory is just going to be watching a compilation of all of my embarrassing moments in middle school, so I’ll provide medical aide.” Asahi noted, dismissing the silly idea.

His words made you fall into a fit of gentle laughter, the sounds causing the rest of the team to follow.

“It won’t be easy.” Takeda finally spoke, “But know that we all want you to be the best person that you can.”

A chorus of different affirmative words filled the gym, showing the support of your “family”.

“Yeah, we love you or whatever, doofus.” Tsukishima quipped, ruffling your hair from his seated position to your left.

Takeda was right; it won’t be easy. But, with a family like this? What could it hurt to try?

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

A hero captured by a villain theyre hopelessly in love with- said villain is extremely possessive but does not truly love them?

The villain smiled at them, simply smiled and the hero wanted to melt.

They were sitting on the chair the villain had them tied to, watching as they stalked closer. Their smile didn’t live long enough to keep up with their steps though, by the time the villain stood in front of them, their expression was stone-cold sober.

“You know I don’t like it when you fight someone else,” the villain said, taking off their gloves. The hero caught a glimpse of the villain’s wrists, a rare sight to note ever since the villain’s hands were always gloved.

“I wasn’t fighting someone else,” the hero answered, their voice tiny. They had spent that day with their family but their mind had been drifting back and forth, circling and eventually leading to the villain and their silky voice. It was hard to enjoy anything else but the villain and their company.

“You were fighting someone else. Fighting is your life. You cannot turn away from that. You know you weren’t alone, why are you lying to me?” The hero’s breath came out uncertain. Their palms got clammy.

The villain was enchanting, the hero knew that too well. And they got their answers quickly, that much was plain. The hero had given up on fighting the villain a long time ago. The sweet compliments and the looks the villain gave them were worth blaming for that.

“I am not lying, it was my day off-” The hero didn’t want to disappoint the villain, they simply couldn’t.

“I was asking you about Tuesday, not Monday. I know your day off is on Monday. You know that too, don’t you?” But the hero had also had their day off on Tuesday…right?

“I wasn’t scheduled that day,” the hero said, already doubting if it was right. Their imagination ran wild when they saw the hands of the villain.

“I am trying to understand why you would lie to me.” The villain came closer, making the hero’s breath quicken. The way the villain’s lips parted, the way they spoke to the hero. How caring they were, how gentle and kind they could be…it made the hero fill up with excitement and content right to the top.

“I wasn’t fighting someone else, I promise.”

“Oh darling.” The villain spoke as if the hero was a child that needed to be educated. “Tuesday is not your day off. Monday is. Maybe you confused it with another date or you lied to me.”

The villain’s fingertip went over the hero’s exposed throat, drawing a line from their chin and farther down, down, down.

The hero’s heartbeat fastened, their cheeks already feeling warmer.

“Why did you lie, darling?” the villain asked, their voice gentle yet disappointed.

“I didn’t lie. I must’ve confused it with another date,” the hero said. The villain wasn’t contentious, surely. They never were. They wanted to fix things. They wanted to help the hero.

“Apologise. This won’t happen again,” the villain said, pressing the exact point where the hero’s voice box was. The air around them felt significantly sparse.

“I’m sorry,” the hero said, gasping when the pressure fainted. “It won’t happen again.”

“What are you apologising for?” the villain asked calmly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up on Tuesday and didn’t tell you. I thought it was Monday.” The villain let out a satisfied hum, clearly pleased to hear the words. Though the hero’s throat felt sour, they didn’t dare to add anything.

The villain drew back and let the back of their hand touch the hero’s cheek.

“You’re a good hero, aren’t you?” the villain asked as their fingers wandered to the hero’s lips, brushing over them lightly. The hero swallowed - which hurt now - and nodded slowly, wishing the villain would get closer, would tell them how much they cared about the hero. Or how good they were at their job.

No one else was doing that as good as the villain.

“Yes,” the hero croaked.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

part 2

[ghoulfr13nd]

ok so next it seems like i should talk about how i relate to each title!!!

so maid of light honestly isn’t as applicable (especially when i look to my friend who also got that title — as similar as we are, i think that it fits her much better than it does me), but i really like witch of void because i enjoy the idea of manipulation of what is known and what isn’t. for a long time i was very secretive about my own thoughts and opinions, and would only reveal things when it felt right to. i also felt like in general i used information this way. also the concept of manipulating the presence of actual things, moving the “void” or nonexistence of a thing as i desire. and the challenge of determining when something like that is actually necessary and when it isn’t. sometimes i’ve been a little too open and honest, ya know?

however breath really speaks to me, and that’s sort of why i’ve settled on it. i have been very anxious to go out and do things on my own, and wouldn’t go places unless i had someone to go with me. i also have really struggled to be my own person, and i have historically depended on people who didn’t have my best interests at heart and i really gave my all to for some reason. so i really identify with this challenge (that i now feel like i’ve overcome!) to become independent and do things on my own. i guess in a way it actually ties into how i related to void? i don’t keep who i am to myself the way i used to. i say what i think and i do what i want, and go where i please, regardless of whether anyone wants to follow. and i’ve always had this tendency to do that, that i just hadn’t embraced. i would go places with people and sometimes abandon them (in groups with several people where they would still have each other. theyre not actually totally alone and i didnt go far!!) to be on my own for a bit, floating off sort of like a meandering breeze. i’ve also always felt really connected to air and the wind and actually when i first got into classpects, i WANTED to be breath SO BAD. i love void, but i’ve always connected to breath!

at first i thought maid, because i depended on others and now i’m turning around and going no, i’m made of this stuff! but i came around to rogue because their struggle is all about control and independence, and struggling with their aspect in a way where they often feel let down and like they’re unable to fully grasp it. maid also has this sort of assumption that you have to take care of others without being noticed, and i feel like thats been more of a struggle for me than it has been a lesson i’ve needed to learn. with rogue, you still get this deal where you’re able to use your powers to be of use to others, but ultimately you need to be able to stand on your own and see your own worth. i relate to that more.

so i guess i would be rogue of breath with my sub-aspect in void!!! i love that concept and it feels good and comfy to me.

but yeah i briefly looked at page of heart!!! i simply think it is the most transgender title. what is more transgender than not knowing who you are and feeling a severe lack of it and then having a huge revelation and now you KNOW who you are and what you want and what you feel?

you also said yours would be light or rage? PLEASE tell me more i would love love love to hear your connection to them!!!

ALSO YOUR LAND SOUNDS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m obsessed with the aesthetics. do you have a lot of. uh. what are they called. the guys. do you have guys there. the. they are often amphibious. do you have them

i don’t have a land myself 😔 i was never able to figure out one i liked to go with void (perhaps a sign, lol) and i don’t have anything to go with breath yet. i really like the word “zephyr” but i dont know what to pair with it…. i’m open to ideas if you have any!!

also this list ruuuuules, i hope they have tours near you soon!!! and i KNOW how you FEEL about missing a concert you’d wish you’d gone to:((( its an awful feeling!!! thats why i’m so crazy about concerts these days! i jump at most opportunities.

and thank you!!! i hope that i do too. i’m really digging the idea of a he/him nonbinary situation but i’m noncommittal jdksjdjd. right now the goal is to get top surgery and go from there. i have thought about T but i really like my voice and idk if i want to change it :0 i WOULD like hairier legs though….. uhhh is this tmi? idk. anyway. I MIGHT BE SEEING ANOTHER ARTIST ON THE LIST SOON!!!!!!!!!!! shout out to my mother bc this one is an early birthday present for my shit head brother heh heh heh

i can totally imagine french sounds weird if you’re used to more slavic languages. it sounds kinda weird in general. i don’t remember a ton…… uhhhh. mon chien est bien? my dog is good. hfksjdkskskd uhhhh. je m’apelle tob. my name is tob. uhh. “avec” means “with”. c’est tragique (it is tragic). “confiture” is like. “jam.”

hungarian is going well though!! i really really love learning it, i’m having so much fun. that being said, it IS difficult :0 i’m learning it though because two of my bestest friends in the whole world live in hungary!! i want to be able to speak their first language the way they are able to speak mine, and i want to be able to be at least a little independent when i go to visit!! i’ll actually be visiting them very soon >:3c i’m hoping my toddler version of hungarian will make the cut hdksjdjdj. but uhhh let me display my skills for ya!!

jó napot, uram! hogy hívjak? én amerikai vagyok, és egy kisci beszélek magyarul. az étteremben állok. nagyon szomjas vagyok! egy pohar víz kerek.

(good afternoon/hello, sir! what is your name? (emphatic) i am american, and i speak a little hungarian. i am standing in the restaurant. i am very thirsty! i would like a glass of water.)

thats very cool though!!!! if you ever need help with english grammar, i used to be an english major (before The Disease and i dropped out of school so i wouldnt have to fuck with all that) and i love writing and language in general! my friends also know a bit of german, and one of them has been taking japanese classes and is getting pretty good :0 overall i’m so jealous of people in other countries who’s language education was emphasized more. i think it is pathetic that american schools don’t even require spanish classes. i have a lot of opinions on our education system though (i was also an education major hfskdjkd) that i will spare you. anyway, all that being said, i think your english is great! i haven’t noticed any grammar issues or anything myself, so i’d say you’re doing pretty good. i guess maybe i could just used to how my friends speak english, but i didn’t notice anything!

ALSO YOUR ANIMATIC SOUNDS SO GOOD?! this is simply good food. if there is cringe here i do not see it. x-x

well its also like, the dudes who normally recommend me german metal already have… other red flags that i’m wary of, so unfortunately i’ve connected them to it:( which is a shame bc i totally agree with you, it DOES sound good!!! its such a fun language for the genre! and too with the bands making an effort to show theyre not, uh…. well. you know. violently conservative. people still ignore that and do what they want with it.

but gotcha :0 so german’s not big for you, eh… i actually didn’t know Kim Petras was German!

i feel like i should be saying more here but idk what else to say about it so. yeah. anyway.

i think thats everything?! let me know if theres something i missed that you were wanting me to reply to. i’m so glad these are answered and we can go back to our usual back and forth. i enjoy reading the long asks but i am so so bad at replying to them unfortunately ;w;

lots of love!! muah muah right back to ya!!! 💛💛

hi!! gosh i'm so glad it didn't seem this way, sometimes i say things and i worry a lot how they come across (it's the overthinking mixed with good ol' 'tism fsnfds) like "oh god what if it sounded subtly manipulative, what if i give off bad vibes, what if im making them uncomfortable" etc etc like. god. fgsdh so i actually appreciate the honesty and assurance that you'd told me if i did something out of the line! fhsdk i think that's a good thing you don't force yourself! it means you're honest with others and yourself and that's a great thing! :D

also im happy you don't feel obligated to make aspect playlists because it's legit one of my fave hobbies so it's nice to share this passion! :D and i already sent you ask with my opinion about your started playlists but it bares repeating that i love what you've got so far!!!

oh we're oversharing? don't mind if i do too! fhsdjl (i can't send pictures on anon but i can still copy my results!) Warmth 26% Intellect 50% Emotional Stability 26% Aggressiveness 38% Liveliness 14% Dutifulness 54% Social Assertiveness 26% Sensitivity 74% Paranoia 66% Abstractness 90% Introversion 30% Anxiety 86% Openmindedness 54% Independence 90% Perfectionism 26% Tension 46% it's so funny to me that according to this quiz we're basically polar opposites in Warmth, Aggressiveness, Social Assertiveness and Perfectionism 😭 also your scores are more like- in the middle? while i have mainly extremes? which im pretty sure is saying something! fhdfjlsdk

i think you once briefly mentioned you were at Barns Courtney concert once but without any details! i'm so jelous i love Courtney so much! 99 is great song and oh, to have a t shirt with its lyrics! which lyric specifically is there??? 👀

Valley of the Dolls is such a good song and you're so right, it also IS SO GENDER FHDSJK and here, the Void playlist! :D Ghost by Mystery Skulls Everything Black by Unlike Pluto Dawn of Man by Michael Guy Bowman We Are The Universe by Pink Elefants Skeleton by Set It Off Midnight Thoughts by Set It Off Queen of Nothing by Elliot Lee Dance in the Dark by Au/Ra ECHO by CrusherP Ghost by Tris Mikal Circles by KIRA dark hour by DEMONDICE Tranz by Gorillaz The Underground by 8 Graves x Unlike Pluto OK by 8 Graves awake at night by halfalivea Cannonball by Barns Courtney Valley Of The Dolls by Marina And The Diamonds Body by Mother Mother Ghosting by Mother Mother (with void i remember having a talk with my friend where we were trying to make void more cheerful because "just because it's void it doesn't have to be sad" but uh, i don't think we succeeded here fgsdj)

and oh boy, the whole rage playlist? i don't know if it's super, super long, but there's a looot more here than in the rest of our playlists fgsdjk (also it's kind of edgy but i think it comes with territory here fhdsjk) but since you aksed, here it is! :D Rage: Judged by Billy Talent Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes Dark Side by Blind Channel Not Afraid To Die by Written By Wolves Cynics & Critics by Icon for Hire The Pretender by Foo Fighters Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off It All Adds Up by Shinedown Kings and Clones by We Are The Empty Jericho by Celldweller One For The Money by Escape the Fate Riot by Three Days Grace You're Going Down by Sick Puppies GASOLINE by Måneskin KULT by Steve Aoki Stick Up by grandson Amerika by Rammstein Survivalism by Nine Inch Nails Eyeless by Slipknot Totally Spies by Lead Horizon devil may care by Fae Gun In My Hand by Dorothy Boohoo Baby by Snaggletooth BLOODMONEY by Poppy STFU by Rina Sawayama Angry Too by Lola Blanc Two Face (Dark Version) by Jake Daniels Sometimes by Nick Lutsko Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother Villains, Pt. 1 by Emma Blackery In The Next Life by Kim Petras Madness by Ruelle Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine Tot Musica by Ado (in general i automatically sorted songs by similar vibes/genres but since it's rage me and my friend kind of intended for this playlist to be played on shuffle, it has to be unpredictable!)

ohh yeah, as a heart player that's also aromantic seeing so many interpretations of Heart as basically Romance Aspect felt so alienating 😭 everyone was giving such flimsy arguments too! "oh it's because Nepeta loves shipping/romance and Dirk has messy romantic life and Heart is about emotions and what's more emotional than romance" etc etc and it presents it as if people can't have intense emotions about their friends, i hate this automatic putting romance on some sort of pedestal but that's general problem, not only homestuck specific fgsdjk but also it's wild to me when people try to act as if the rest of the cast didn't have messy romantic lives, most of them had, Romance is not Heart locked in the comic! so even then this argument doesn't make sense! if we'd have to make any aspect being about Romance i'd choose rather Hope or Light, based on what was happening in the comic but I don't see anybody locking Romance into these aspects because they aren't heart-shaped and pink ☹ oh my god, excuse me, this turned into a rant i just have a lot of Feelings about this fgsdjfkl;fsdhgj but here's our Heart playlist! gdsfjl: Copycat by CircusP TV Head by Elliot Lee Human by Anavae O My Heart by Mother Mother Maurice's Monsters by Small Leaks Sink Ships Mystery to Myself by Brick + Mortar Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar still feel. by half•alive Sick of the Silence by Mother Mother Monster by Imagine Dragons Tak… Tak… To Ja by Obywatel G.C. Not Your Kind of People by Garbage Theatre by Icon For Hire Dance With My Demons by Blame My Youth Metamorphosis by Penny Parker So Am I by Ava Max Soulmate by Lizzo I'm Good The Mowgli's Who I Am by The Score The Masquerade by Go! Child (with heart i kind of wanted to create a some sort of story of a heart player not being sure of their identity/not liking themselves/not understanding their emotions but then slowly accepting and becoming sure of themselves :D it's so important to me for this playlist to end with The Masquerade too fsdgfsdgfh)

oh about the Life playlist! i'm glad you liked these songs! if you liked Ado she has a lot of great songs and such a great and powerful voice! and the animations in her songs just- chef's kiss :D also me and my friend were going for a very specific vibe here! like, sometimes i think about specific type of player while i make aspect playlists, for example, we have 2 playlists for light, one with general idea of Light and a second one for like- a very Vriska type of light player where we focus more about the spotlight and the need to be on the foreground of the story fgsdfjk: Monster by KIRA Candle Queen by GHOST Primadonna Girl by Marina etc. so with this specific Life playlist we were going with a interpretation of Life player that goes to the top and aims for success and wealth, kind of like Meenah or HIC fgdsjkf but うっせぇわ by Ado for Aggretsuko… god, now I can't unsee this! fhdsfjk

OMG pls do the classpect theories for the spiderverse characters when you feel up to it i'd be so down to read them!!! :O

fgasdjfklakhs thank you for indulging me with my aspect playlists!! fgsdjk

ooh maybe if we put it into homestuck narrative, it could be read like- you changing since you identified as a Witch of Void as your Witch powers evolving to the point where you seamlessly can manipulate void into light! that'd be cool, could mean you basically leveled up! fsdgfjk of course you still can choose the other two options too! that's the beauty of classpects, under certain circumstances and under certain interpretations so many classpects could fit one person fhsdjkfds you know! once i found in classpect community there was a system that's like- they had one Main Classpect and sub-aspect! like, I mainly identify with Page of Heart but my sub-classpect could be Page of Light (or sub-subclasspect Page of Rage fhsdj) i think it's a nice system for the undecided! :D and i'd be actually very interested in hearing why and how do you relate to these three titles! if you feel like it, of course!

you used to consider page of heart too? that's wild im shaking ur hand! 🤝 :D but what does this classpect means to me hmm you know how pages start with deficit in their aspect even though they think they are full of it and that inspires others into helping pages with their aspect and also that they have endless potential but their journey is extremely slow? yeah that's me with a lot of aspects actually but heart is the strongest here fgsdajkf oh boy do i have a land fdgsfjlas it's Land of Trilliums and Static! (according to the internet, Trilliums symbolize consciousness btw!) LoTaS from the space looks like a funny mirror version of Earth, the grass is pink and water pastel blue, the whole planet seems to be pulsing with red light but on the ground everything looks mostly normal, outside of unusual colors. water is normal, fauna is normal, everything seems ok and almost like our earth with a small exception the planet is almost DROWNING in early stage Trilliums and all these flowers are stuck in a white noise, unmoving and stagnant, lost what to do without a Signal. in the middle of big ocean there's a big tower that can be seen even from cosmos, it pulses with bright red light as well. the main quest is to bring back the signal to the planet so the Trilliums can get out of the static and make them grow and develop fingerguns do YOU have a Land per chance??? 👀👀

ooh what's on my dream list? i think Rammstein is probably at the top of bands i'd love to see! (i had an opportunity once but i didn't take it and i'm still so sad when i think about it fgdsjfksd) maybe Mother Mother? Imagine Dragons, Billy Talent, The Score, Barns Courtney, Måneskin, Metric and Fall Out Boy would be cool also i think, just from the top of my head! :D awh then i hope you'll be able to see at least 60% of these artists!! and there's always time to decide, gender presentation can get complicated sometimes fsdjk the most important thing is to feel comfy with it i reckon!

your grandmother knew what it was all about, that's the only thing you really need to live in foreign country fgsdjkf oooh french, do you remember something from school? 👀 (you mentioned that german sounds weird to you and i think i can honestly say french sounds weird to me btw fgdsjk) and hungarian! :O why did you decide to learn hungarian if i can ask? im curious because it's not the language i usually see people want to learn fhsdjkl and how's the learning? i heard that slavic languages can be hard to learn for english native speakers! for me i can confidently say i am bilingulal, my mother language + english (even though some of english grammar still baffles me ;v;) but outside of that i can't say i know any other language as good, i know some german, a tiny bit of italian and maybe microscopic bit of japanese but certainly not enough to have a comfortable conversation 😔

AND OH BOY THIS ANIMATIC IS FDHSGFJLKSD A LOT HM. OK!!! so- it's supposed to be like the No Mercy Run, it starts with Reset button being clicked during this brief moment before the counting starts, then on "Eins" we see Frisk killing the first monster leaving dust behind, they do that on every count, so like: on Eins - Froggit, Zwei - Whimsun, Drei - Toriel, Vier - Snowdrake, Fünf - Doggo, Sechs - Dog Marriage, Sieben - Papyrus, Acht - Shyren, Neun - Dummy, just going through the world, killing without any thought, easily, and on "aus" we get to the Monster Kid, trying to kill em and here comes Undyne the Undying, then on the first "drop" in the song i wanted for the fight to begin, Frisk failing, getting killed left and right, resetting constantly. then when singing starts again at "Everyone is waiting for the light" Frisk is slightly glowing, through the first verse Frisk's getting better and better at the fight. when the chorus starts with each count Frisk lies an attack and in the meanwhile while Undyne starts melting, on Vier Undyne turns to dust, then on "here comes the sun" and during second verse we can see Frisk ominously walking through the underground, there's something akin to a halo around their head, they kill more monsters until they stand before sans. this time on each count Frisk gets killed by sans, and where there are words after the count ("here comes the sun", "it is the brightest star of them all") we can see glimpses to the pacifist route. during verse 3 we basically can see Frisk talking to sans during singing, visuals kind of almost literally showing what is being sung. then! on the count from one to three Frisk's getting closer to killing him, on five they do, then on six they get to asgore, on seven flowey dies, on eight and nine Frisk and Chara stand against each other, the light goes to Chara and Frisk gets killed and then, when there's this feminine vocalization at the end we are stuck in the complete blackness and that is a rough draft of my very edgy animatic of No Mercy run fgdsjkfsdfhl let the cringe consume me!!!!

and you know, i can't blame you for this being a red flag for you fgdsjkf trust me even people from outside of america can still be so WEIRD about german culture UGHHHH in one of Rammstein's official videos from their song Deutschalnd (which predictably is about germany) they cast a black woman as a personification of their country and you can imagine how normal (heavy sarcasm) certain fans were about it :') but i can't say i'm that surprised, this band is openly left leaning and yet people will find a way to completely miss this fact somehow ;; but you know, honestly i think the main reason why my top metal bands are german is because i think this language sounds great in this genre fgsdjk i know very little about german culture, even with family there fgshkf outside of metal i don't listen to german too much, i think the only other artist that's german i listen to is Kim Petras and even she sings mostly in english

and ok then! :D i already included 3 rather long playlists so i'm not going to write more here but maybe in other ask i will try~

and pls don't apologize for the lenghth i love reading your answers so much! also this time i wrote even more i feel like so you know fsdgjk sending much love!

music anon 🎶

you are so good anon dw dw!! i'm also like, a pretty patient person in general, so it takes a lot for me to get annoyed with someone to begin with :0 also like, i've learned a lot from past friendships/relationships that i dont want to lie about how i'm feeling. i think it is a disservice not only to myself, but to others.

anyhow, YES, ASPECT PLAYLISTS (AND AS YOU KNOW BY NOW, CLASS PLAYLISTS!!!) absolutely not an obligation!!! to skip down in your ask a little bit -- i listened to yours!!! the vibes are SO GOOD for real!! i enjoyed void a lot, but rage was where it was at for me!! honestly, i know i still have other asks to get into and idk if its going to be talked about again there, but i was like "gosh, yes, mac is a rage player! this is a mac playlist!" while listening to it. and i loved the journey you created for heart!!

also its so funny that you mention that if anything, Hope or Light would be the more "romantic" aspect because i had the EXACT same thought right before you sent your ask!!!! but no, like, reducing Nepeta to her shipping wall and Dirk to his relationships is so... i don't know what word to use. uh. bad? SKDFJG i mean like dirk, prince of life, is literally destroying his own identity by fucking his own head up by making copies of himself. he's so completely detached from his sense of self and thats his like!! whole struggle!! i don't want to get too into it bc its admittedly been a long time since i really interacted with actual character lore but, i have further thoughts on him and nep that i might revisit once i refresh my memory on them.

anyway thank you for sharing your playlists!! jumping back up for a minute becauseeee we need to talk about the quiz results!! to me your extremes tell me that you're really sure about what you are and what you aren't :0 whereas my self-view is a little more... wishy-washy. AND YEAH SJDFKH WE ARE OPPOSITES IN THOSE... and we're tension twins B) and we're similarly introverted too :0

actually i can't believe we're the homestuck guys and we haven't talked about our signs!! do you know what yours are? i'm not sure how much i buy into astrology but i think its fun. i'm a virgo sun, aries moon, aries rising sdfkjsh

also re: Barns Courtney shirt, the line on it is "wipe the stardust from your eyes" and has a cool design on it! i like the shirt a lot but i uh. i dont wear it much.... i would if i didnt have . a huge chest

as for the spiderverse guys!! idk when i'll get around to that kjshdfh i gotta wait for it to hit the right parts of my brain again. maybe someday......

ok so i fell asleep here but im going to finish this before i carry on with my day

so. ok. holdo n im actually going to combine these and i might not have time to finish it before i leave. but. im going to switch tracks to the classpect playlists and with that -- this ask!

OK SO!! I'D forgotten you also talk about dirk here :0 BUT IM SO GLAD YOURE ENJOYING THE HEART PLAYLIST

and on that note

IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT PLAYLISTS ARE MAKING YOU FEEL EMOTIONS AND HWAT THE EMOTIONS ARE PLEASE SHARE??

ok anyway YES i agree with everything youre saying with rage and i really feel like it fits mac best!! which means now i gotta move on to ves and figure out her deal which has been a little bit harder :0 if you have any ideas i would love to hear them!

my goal is to eventually write a story about them! i'll be sure to make sure you are one of the first to get to read it, if i ever get around to actually doing it... hahahaha....

AND YEAH!!! actually i was talking to my non-homestuck bestie about classpect (and made her take the quiz -- shes a maid of light KJDFHGK) and she read some of the analysis for them and she was like "dude you're a breath player no question." and then i was fucking around and listening to music and i was like "jenna from waitress is a rogue of breath" and sent her the analysis for it and she was like "DUDE THIS IS YOU!" and you know what? shes right. thank you bri for having a phd in knowing me.

AND ACTUALLY ON THAT NOTE SHES AT MY HOUSE SO I HAVE TO GO NOW LOL but i'll finish replying asap!! at least when i get done i'll have. replied to everything all at once. so not too shabby yeah? i guess you dont need all this extra stuff but you're getting it anyway. aaand actually i'll go ahead and post this and then reblog it once i'm ready to continue.

ok talk to you later bye<3

[imjeralee]

can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies

Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.

PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD

Childe: 

WARNINGS for violence/blood here -

When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.

“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.

When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.

As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.

Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.” 

As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes. 

Then he begins to weep.

A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.

“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.

Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.

The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.

“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield. 

Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you

And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.

What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.

You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated. 

“Show me.” He demands.

“…What?”

“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!! 

Childe just staring at you in brief shock. 

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation

But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.

And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.

He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.” 

Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”

And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”

It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”

You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”

You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.

“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.

You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back. 

Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.

One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”

Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?” 

“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs. 

The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.

Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.

Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”

During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.

You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.

You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?

I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock. 

Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.

“Go,” you whisper.

“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”

You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.

Zhongli

He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone

For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.

Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.

He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.

And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon

Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him 

When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue

He has the same eyes as the dragon

That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic

You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments. 

You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him 

Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently

On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket

You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality

He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part. 

So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain. 

One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home. 

At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours. 

He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand

A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you

When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything 

Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

[dreamsclock]

aw heck now im thinking of Daisy slowly coming to see Dream as a second dad even if she doesnt realize theyre related yet D:

awwwwww this made me so happy and so sad at the same time ,,, on one hand yeah !!! c!dream dad figure pog !!! on the other, oh my god, this is so sad, help this entire family and the whole server please

warnings: mentions of death, repressed memories

“I can’t tie my shoelaces,” Daisy whines dramatically one morning, “I’m going to be homeless.”

Dream wheezes, unable to help himself at such a dramatic statement. Daisy looks like the embodiment of misery — crossing her arms and frowning like the world is coming to an end brings to mind the vision of an older boy doing the exact same in Dream’s mind, though his name escapes him. “Homeless?” He asks, teasingly. “What, did your dad tell you that?”

“Well, no,” Daisy admits, sitting down on a tree stump and pouting, “but I know it’s coming. I’m the only one in my class that can’t do it, and I’m one of the oldest! And I know Dad is gonna get disappointed and remove my Princess rights and then I’ll basically be nobody and then he’ll make me sleep outside, and I’ll be homeless, ‘cause he’ll hate me.”

Dream fights back a fond smile, kneeling down and inspecting Daisy’s shoes for himself. They don’t look bad: the laces are messily tied, sure, but they’re tied, which is what matters. “Did you tie these?”

She fidgets. “....Sure.”

“Sure?” Dream smirks.

Daisy pins him with the most exasperated look possible. “Michael tied ‘em for me. I gave him a gold block and asked him to pretend like I did it, but I know Dad is gonna find out and he’s gonna be pissed.”

“Language.” Dream shakes his head with a smile. “Look, if you want, I can help you. I’m pretty good at tying shoelaces. I can sit here with you until you can do it properly.”

Daisy squints at him. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Dream agrees, and so the agreement (that Daisy very solemnly calls The Declaration, which almost makes Dream laugh) is decided upon. He’ll sit with Daisy until she can tie her shoes properly, and in return, she promises to bring him cookies next time she visits.

“From Lissie’s sister,” she confides in him, tongue poking out in concentration as she fiddles with her laces, “they’re the best. Niki makes the best cookies and cakes in the world.”

Dream gets a faint memory of the scent of freshly baked bread drifting over the horizon, and a painful twinge in his chest he thinks might be regret.

“Well, I have to try one now,” he says lightly, and Daisy beams in promise.

It takes hours, but at last, after only one sulk (which Dream had successfully coaxed her out of with a selection of persuasion, blackmail, bribery and pleas), Daisy ties her shoes four times in a row without messing up, quick and confident and grinning from ear to ear.

“Well done,” Dream beams, approval in his words, “you learned fast.”

Daisy flings her arms around him. A month or so ago, Dream would have frozen up. Now? He returns the embrace, picking her up and spinning her round to make her giggle and because his chest glows bright inside with happiness.

“Do you really think so?”

“I do.” Dream laughs. “I was a pretty quick learner too. You’re just like me.”

“Good! I wanna be like you,” Daisy says cheerfully, “you’re pretty cool.”

The warm glow in his chest stops, abruptly. No, he thinks, but he doesn’t know why, Daisy isn’t like him, and if he has his way, she never will be. Because he’s still the Monster, whether the kids like to pretend otherwise or not, and he had earned that name for a reason.

Daisy is not a monster. She smiles at him with earnest, wide eyes, and kicks her little legs to be allowed down, and the Monster slowly returns her to the ground. She doesn’t seem to notice his mood; if she does, she ignores it, glancing off in the direction of her home with a sigh.

“I gotta go and show Dad. He’s gonna be so proud.”

“Yeah,” the Monster agrees, voice thick, “yeah, he will be.”

Daisy hugs him one last time, and he feels a little more himself, a little more Dream than before. “Bye, Dad,” she chirps, “see you tomorrow.”

And before Dream can even blink and digest what she’d said, Daisy is off, running through the long grass and letting her hands fly over the flowers. Dream watches her until she’s out of sight, a strange strange feeling in his chest.

Dad. It had been a mistake, sure, but for a second, it had fit as a name.

Dream closes his eyes, presses his hands over his face, tries to take a deep breath that doesn’t hurt.

Fuck. This kid is going to be the death of him.